#but if it were me ? I'd have this feeling subconsciously clawing at me all the time

[ohtobeleah]

If Logan is one thing, it's protective. and not in a "You're mine and can't do anything for yourself" Toxic way. He's protective in an "I'll literally do anything and everything for you, come hell or high water, I'd throw my over-extended life on the line to keep you safe."

I could see the two of you getting in some sort of car accident. He was the one driving. Something he always insists on doing. You don't often fight him on matters like who does what and when. You enjoy the journey just as much as getting to the destination with Logan in all aspects of life. Just being in each other's presence is enough for you most of the time.

"Y/n?" Logan growls as he comes to. Hell if the impact was enough to rattle him, it had to be enough to be a cause for concern for you. "Honey?" He looks over to where you're slumped in the passenger seat. Not only had you been wearing your seatbelt, but with an instinct to keep you safe, keep you protected from harm's way, Logan had flung his arm across your chest to keep you back against the seat.

"Fuck, Honey, hey--?" Logans reaches over, groaning as he moves. there's shattered glass fragments and twisted aluminium all around you. "I've got you," He taps your cheek softly, trying his best to coax you out of your unconscious state. "I'm here, wake up for me?" Logan seems to be asking questions when in reality it's more of a statement. he needs you to wake up, he needs you to be alright. without you? Logan isn't sure if he could keep living.

"Don't do this to me, please?" He nearly cries as your head lulls to the side, blood dripping from your nose, and your mouth. "I love you," He admits softly while trying to assess the damage done from the impact. You're his girl, why would someone try and take you away from him like this? Had he not been through enough loss? enough hurt?

"Did you just say you love me, Lo?" You mumble as your eyelids flicker. Logan lets out a sigh of relief he didn't know he was holding in. "That's kinda sweet, I'm telling your boyfriend." Logan knew you were referring to Wade, but he didn't care. All he cared about was that you were still here with him.

"You're hearing things," Logan replied as a smile crept across his aging face. The salt and pepper beard prevalent on his cheeks is speckled blood. "Don't scare me like that ever again, you hear me?"

"You're the one who's driving," You look across to where Logan is sitting, the pair of you still trapped in a twisted mess. "And I think it's time for you to wake up now." You stare at him a little more seriously than what you'd just been. Logan feels himself slipping back to reality...only to wake up on your lounge, alone.

"Ahhh!" Logan wakes with an audible gasp as his claws eject from between his knuckles. It's something he's become accustomed to. Waking in the middle of the night from nightmares that haunt him from his past. But these ones were new to him. The fear of losing you had begun to creep into his subconscious.

He's sweating, shaking from a heightened level of adrenaline and fear. But your voice cuts through it all.

"You were dreaming again," You speak up from where you're perched on the kitchen bench. Just sitting, drinking a cup of tea. Watching the man who'd stayed the night sleep on your couch because he refused to stay in your bed. "Kept calling my name out, I saw your uh--claws and thought perhaps keeping a safe distance would be practical."

"Come here," Logan sighs in frustration on two fronts. One, from his utterly confronting nightmare. Two, you somehow manage to sneak up on him like no one else can. "Please?" So that's what you do. You pad over in your underwear and perch yourself on Logan's lap. "What happened Lo?" You coo as your fingers card through his locks.

"I don't know what I'd ever do if I lost you, Honey." He replies sincerely, softly. It's a nice juxtaposition to his normal brooding self.

"Good thing I don't have any plans on going anywhere anytime soon, huh?" You whisper through a smile as you gently press your lips against Logans. He accepts the gesture and goes with the flow. Leaning back against the couch as you deepen the kiss. "Come to bed with me?"

"You know I can't--" Logan whispers into your mouth. "But can you stay here for a few minutes?" He counters your offer with his own. "Please?"

"I'm not going anywhere, Lo." You remind him, kissing him gently and ever so slow as Logan melts against you. And for as protective as Logan is, for the first time, someone was just as willing to be his safeguard in return. "You're safe with me."

You keep him safe from himself.

Ilya

[moresinfulmockingbird]

IMPREGNATING THE RANDS | Bronya & Cocolia Rand

PAIRING: Bronya & Cocolia Rand x GN!Reader

WARNINGS: Smut, NSFW, Dom!Reader, Sub!Character(s), Incest(Kinda), Dirty Talk, Degradation, Humiliation, Impregnation, Headlocking, Doggystyle, Masturbation, Creampie, Mentions of Breeding, The Rand's like sharing, Reader has a cock, Alludes to Serval joining later

AUTHORS NOTE: Written for @vrncaes. Thought I'd write something from the horny rambling that happened. Hope it's to your liking.

THE SITUATION you were currently in was one that had become all to familiar. Being in the Supreme Guardians personal bedroom, having her pinned under your body while her daughter sat to the side watching was what you called normal.

For the past few months you had gotten into an... interesting relationship with both Rand's. What had started as you just dating Bronya had turned into having her mother, Cocolia join. Why? Because the heir saw just how much her mother liked you and how you were into her, so as a loving gesture to her mom, she offered to share you.

And you couldn't complain about the offer either, because being in a relationship with two powerful females was just to appealing for you to refuse. And you were glad you didn't, cause you wouldn't be having the pleasure of fucking them both whenever you wanted, just like now.

"Easy, easy. You can take it." You whispered, your lips caressing Cocolia's ear as you held her firm on her bed, rutting your hips into hers from behind.

The Supreme Guardian let out a strangled sob, burying her face into her pillows, her hands clawing at the sheets under her as she felt you pound your cock repeatedly into her pussy. "G-Gah! I- I can't-!"

"Yes you can." You sternly stated, pressing your lips to the side of her head, your hands holding firm onto her hips as you leaned over her back. "You've been able to take me this rough before. You can do it again, so be quiet and take it."

Cocolia whined at your words, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to suppress her tears. She moaned and whimpered, clutching onto the sheets for support as your cock hit every spot deep inside her. She was going crazy, her mind heavy with lust, drunk on the feeling of your cock spreading her perfectly and reaching such deep parts.

Fuck, she was truly and utterly obsessed.

Not that she was the only one, because besides her resided her only daughter, Bronya, in a fucked daze from the previous fucking she endured from you. She had her legs spread, eyes glued to the sight of your cock appearing and disappearing into her mother. She was trying to keep all your cum inside her as she watched, a reason why her fingers were stuffed inside her abused pussy.

She was whining and panting, her fingers caressing her inner walls, playing with your mixed cum that she desperately tried to keep in. Her other hand was subconsciously toying with her clit, the need for some stimulation prominent as she watched you absolutely ruin her mother.

Bronya would never get over the sight. The sight of seeing her mom, the Supreme Guardian, a whining blabbering mess under you was intoxicating. How you, just a relatively normal person, was able to turn her mother this way was beyond her comprehension- not that she was able to comprehend anything at the moment.

"Y-Y/N please!" Cocolia begged, turning her head to the side to look back at you as you began thrust more roughly into her.

"Please what, hm?" You cocked an eyebrow up at her, showing your distaste for her not being more vocal about what she was begging about or for. "Use your words if you need something. Your daughter's learned that already, how come you haven't?"

Cocolia shudders at the mention of her daughter, her eyes subconsciously shifting towards the side where the said girl was roughly toying with her clit, completely lost in her own world as she watched you fuck her mom. It was always humiliating to the woman to know her daughter was always to the side, watching her get fucked dumb by you.

Why did you need them both present when you wanted to fuck one of them?

"I-I'm so close..!" Cocolia choked out, as she tore her eyes away from Bronya and back to you.

"Oh your close, huh?" You repeated, smiling at her before leaning down, pressing a kiss against her cheek as you slowed your thrusts down just a bit to make her whine in distaste. "Well hold it, okay. Don't cum till I tell you, understood?"

"Y-Yes..." Cocolia nodded her head, her body shaking as she began to tense, trying to hold back her increasingly building orgasm.

"Good. Now just keep your eyes on Bronya, watch your daughter touch herself." You state, and the woman reluctantly looks back over at her daughter.

The Supreme Guardian flushes in embarrassment as she stares at her daughter. Her eyes subconsciously glued to the sight of Bronya's fingers stuffed inside her puffy pussy, and the way her other hand played with her throbbing clit. It was surely a treat to see, one Cocolia so dreadfully was delighted to see.

What had you turned her into?

"Bronya, dear, eyes on your mom." You stated, and the sound of your voice directed at the grey haired girl knocked her from her trance.

Bronya quickly looked at her mother's face, mouth opening slightly as she saw the blissed expression she held. She wanted to be her mom again, just getting plowed by your cock and filled to the brim. Except her turn already happened, so instead she was left to remember it and rub at her clit to quench her thirst.

Cocolia's face heated up in embarrassment as her eyes connected with her daughters. She always got so embarrassed and humiliated when she had Bronya staring at her while she was getting fucked by you so roughly. It made her squirm under you, trying desperately to shrink away from the other female's gaze.

You huffed in annoyance at her squirming. Cocolia could never sit still, and it always annoyed you, because why couldn't she sit still and obediently for you like Bronya does. So in order to get her to stay still, you wrapped your arm around you neck, trapping her in a headlock and pressing your body down onto her, trapping her under you.

Cocolia whimpered as you did, her squirming coming to a stop, mainly because she couldn't squirm anymore. Feeling completely trapped in your arms made her shake, the feeling of your body pressing her onto the bed as your hips repeatedly slapped against her ass and hips, was becoming too much. There was no way she was gonna be able to hold back her orgasm.

"C-Cum... gotta cum!" Cocolia squealed, eyes shutting tight as the knot in her stomach was becoming increasingly painful.

You grunted, slamming your cock harder into her, letting out a growl. "Hold it. I'm close, so hold it."

The woman whined, her hands dragging against the sheets, trying to hold onto something firm to stabilize herself before she could cum. It was so painful, there was no way she'd be able to hold out.

"Fuck, gonna fill you. Knock you up along with your daughter." You growled against the woman's ear, your thrusts becoming sloppy, your own orgasm achingly close. "Do you want that? Want to be pregnant with my kids along with Bronya?"

Cocolia didn't stop her head from nodding against your hold around her neck, her eyes flashing to the small bulge on Bronya's stomach. The second she had found out her daughter was pregnant, she desperately wanted to be impregnated by you as well. Fuck, she loved the idea of carrying your child along with her daughter.

"F-Fill her..." Bronya whimpered breathlessly, looking at you pleadingly, have the same wish along with her daughter.

You glanced at her, let out out a deep grunt and fully buried yourself into Cocolia, your deep moan being drowned out by the woman's cry as you both succumbed to your release.

Bronya whined as she squirted her juices, reaching her own release as she watched her mother cum as you filled her with your seed. It was a breathtaking sight, Cocolia going numb with pleasure as she shook in your hold, hands flying up to hold onto your arm desperately, needing support.

You didn't dare move an inch as you shot ropes of your cum into the Supreme Guardian, making sure to fill her right up, to ensure she's not walking out of this not carrying your child.

And fuck you did knock her up. You impregnated both Rand's successfully, so now it was time to see about having a certain rockstar join the mix.

ENDING NOTES: Kein got me obsessed with Cocolia after writing this, especially making Cocolia go fucking dumb with fucking her. A reason why I maybe focused on her more...

[fun-k-board]

AHHH YOU DO LACKADAISY REQUESTS??? May I request reader awkwardly confessing to Rocky and thinking it it was a mistake until he gets all happy and does the Beam™

YES YES YES

Pronouns used : None

Note(s) : I can't write romance or Rocky well ahhhhh please help me

I fumbled with the seams and ends of my clothes, whether a shirt, skirt or jacket whatever I wore was pulled on and scratched at. By the end, Mordecai would've shot me dead for the lack of symmetry after I played with the fabrics for so long. The loud cars outside were muffled by the cafe walls, the aching smell of emmisions clawed it's way in which done nothing to calm my scattered thoughts.

Smoke reminded me of him, the chaotic and almost evil laughter while everything burned behind him caused my cheeks to burn with shyness. I could never tell if he noticed my affectionate and obsessive stares, but curiosity kills the cat, and maybe I would be let back with the promise of love if he returned my feelings.

"You got me pancakes!??" A paw and a violin slammed onto the table, my fur stood on end and I let out a hiss, ears snapped back and tail bushy with shock. The man in question arrived, his lucky R tie on with his signature grin accompanied, tail swishing back and forth with pure joy. Coughing, I patted down my fluffed out fur, his unwavering energy bouncing back at me.

"See? This is why you're the best person I know." His eyes drifted upwards, meeting mine while I felt my cheeks burn yet again. Subconsciously, my ears pinned back with embarrassment and I struggled to get the next words out. Looking down as if my legs were the most interesting thing I'd ever witnessed.

"Oh! Uhm, yeah." I paused, unsure of how to go on as Rocky sat down opposite me in record speed, setting down his violin on the seat next to him. He looked up at me to continue for a moment, after seeing I didn't object to him eating he began wolfing down his meal with eyes closed in contempt, syrup messily spreading all over him. Looking down at my own food, I felt like I'd get more sick if I ate, wanting to get everything over and done with quickly. "You can have mine if you want, there was a discount so I got two." Rocky momentarily stopped, eyes wide and brimming with tears of happiness at the food before him.

"I asked you here about. Well. What I mean to say is-" Realising he didn't hear me from how quiet I was, I breathed in and out, preparing myself. "I really like you. Not in the friend way, like how Ivy and Freckle are, uhm, not that I'm saying we're exactly like that yknow? I just..." I suddenly felt nervous, my ears standing at attention for his reply, but he just swallowed his food and stared intently at me, pancakes forgotten with no expression that I could understand.

"I'm so, so sorry this was dumb I should leave." His unwavering eyes felt like bullets tearing into my flesh, I ached to leave and just as I tried to releave myself of that pain by snapping my arm back to my side, attempting to shakily stand stand up when a familiar paw gripped onto my own. My face may not have visibly gone red, but that didn't change how my entire body was on fire, paws sweaty and shaky as I managed to look up, wide and loving eyes stared back at me. I almost choked at his next words.

Syrup dripped down onto his lucky tie and I instinctively reached over to wipe it off, looking back up at him for a moment I noticed what I was doing, his unblinking eyes so close my breath practically transferring to his. Suddenly self conscious over everything I was doing, my eyes began to dart around nervously, breath quickening as the air shifted to feel like I was suffocating in deep water.

EXTRA -

"You do?" Rocky's face turned to a softer version of his regular smile, my feelings were maxed out as I stumbled over my words, nerves over the roof and unsure if this was an acceptance. Instead nodding sharply. Almost as fast as a bullet, he reached over to hug me and laughed like a maniac. My arms shyly reached over and hugged him back, I could feel him move up and down going from the toes of his feet to them being flat, voice vibrating on my chest and making me snuggle into his collarbone.

I heard a sharp cough and practically had to force the man's strong grip off me, while his laughter died down, he remained uncaring of the guest at our table. When I finally managed to pull his noodle arms off me, I turned to the newcomer and didn't see his demeanor die down for a moment.

"Please don't be disruptive. We have other patrons to serve." One of the waitress' stood by the table, dissaproving gaze in full display as her sharp tone made me suddenly hyper aware of the noise level Rocky was previously laughing at. Speaking of, he didn't reply, and the second my eyes turned to him he simply toothily grinned at me with eyes wide and nothing but happiness in them.

"Oh! I'm sorry, we'll leave." My head shot down in embarrassment, she scoffed and her feet stomped away in annoyance, I looked up at Rocky to see he didn't even look at her as she walked away. No attempt to move or grab his violin.

That's when it happened, he began vibrating. The bright light became searing and I had to look away in fear of blindness, I could hear screams as I felt a hot burn begin on my body. That's when my vision went and a ringing was all I could hear. Bodies littereted the remains of the cafe, fire spreading rapidly as he began burning his way through the earth, creating a crator of pure light. He beamed™ and there were no survivors.

[lord-shitbox]

part 2 of this ask

📝Process for hurt mezu drawing 

here are the steps i dug out of an art server's wips channel lol

1. initial sketch

2. refine sketch. thats lines now babey. (omitted "the sleeves are KILLING ME WAHHH" stage that led to this)

3. grayscale, to use with gradient map (this is a more polished grayscale than I started with, i dug the working file out to get better images)

4. find nice gradient map (ended up being the same one I'd used for the piece i made right before. the goal is to make what's essentially an underpainting, not to color the whole thing with one map)

5. tweak and add colors that arent in the map with hard light layers & also sneak in a layer for special effect and atmospheric/ scenic perspective while you're at it

6. shading & more finishing effects. pretty much all of the shading was done with hard light layers! the only non-hard light layers I used for the shading were the particle effect layers & like one faint glow layer to fix some values. blood was done with linear burn

✨Inspiration for hurt mezu drawing 

the coloring method (grayscale -> saturated gradient map underpainting -> additive color adjustments) is something I tried out with the piece i'd made right before (the one where gozu is holding mezu from behind) & turned out really well, so I wanted to keep going with it

I also wanted to draw them angstily again because it'd been a very long time. like half a year at least. angsting them is very enriching for my soul so I try to do it regularly, this one was overdue

subconsciously referenced the poses in the initial sketch from this old thing (feb 2021). i love doing this. all my for-fun works recycle old elements in some way. my favorite game is "what old art reminds me of what im doing rn" im so good at digging stuff out of my archives for it. everyone loves when i do this

the gangi-kozou panel also

i went through a "shade in bold red-orange & dark blue with hard light layers" phase in like..april/may of 2021. i still like that stuff a lot so I wanted to revisit it

💚Things you like about hurt mezu drawing

repasting the link there but the sixth image in the process is essentially the final so you can just look at that

the colors are nice!! I'm real happy with using more saturated colors n I think the warm vs cool balance works really well

the sleeves (man being dramatic on the sand meme)

no like fr look at the 2021 piece's kimono sleeves vs the one I just did 2.5 years later. so satisfying

Gozu's expression came out nice

i think the claws and flash lines successfully added Emphasis to Gozu's expression & the piece overall

the poses … the drama …. the brush textures are also good

⏳Things you’d do differently with hurt mezu drawing

add in a liiitle more contrast...aka use a wider range of values. Some lighter lights and darker darks. I miss my 2021 hard neon lighting

a bit more distinction between the characters and the background also

the composition isn't bad but it could be better. Should've thought more about the way the eye would flow around the image in the drafting stage (solid b&w color block thumbnails are good for this)

Moar Sparkles. (I put a solid amount of large & low opacity light bubbles in there & some finer brighter dots especially around the claw stems, but I think more clusters of tiny bright lights on the characters themselves would've gone hard)

💌Some favourite feedback on art

as the wise man Austin Kleon once said: keep a "praise file" of all the positive feedback you get (if you've never read "Steal Like an Artist," you must). so. i am prepared for this question hold on

tastes like sugar glass

multiple people have told me my art is soft & dreamlike

jayce you reblogged my touchstarved art with nice tags on april 10th ive got that saved love uou

umm theres a lot...anytime someone keysmashes or feels emotional because of my art i get happy ,,, lys messaged me about the hurt mezu piece that made me happy also,,,,,there is so much joy in the world

[underratedbananawerewolf]

Fictober Day 30

Prompt 30: "Are you with me?"

Fandom: Honkai Star Rail

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Stelle enjoyed sitting in Jing Yuan's garden. Regardless of his complaints about the weeds it was a beautiful place. Here she didn't have to be anybody but herself. Her origins, her position, even the Stellaron inside her didn't matter. Here she could be just Stelle.

The contentment only grew when her lover was sitting with her. Often times their few afternoons together ended up with him taking a nap out in the 'sunshine' and she simply enjoying being here with him.

However this time she found herself dozing off, leaning against Jing Yuan with one of his arms wrapped around her to hold her close. Stelle didn't know fear. It was hard for her to understand other than what her friends told her but she had never experienced it herself. Regardless in his embrace she felt safe. There was that subconscious sense that if anything happened she would be protected no matter what. Perhaps that was one reason why she found herself drifting in the warmth of the false sun of the Luofu. She could afford the relaxation.

Sleepy golden eyes blinked open as soon as she felt the scrape of tiny claws on her knee. A finch sat there, looking up at her curiously with bright black eyes. Of course she knew what they were. These were Jing Yuan's birds. He had a small flock of them, with at least one following him at all times. This was the first time one had actually landed on her though.

"Are you with me?" A low voice murmured in her ear, the tone amused as he watched her try to comprehend what was happening. "Or would you prefer to sleep more."

"I'd thought you'd have been asleep first." Stelle answered with a yawn. "You usually are."

"I decided that I would rather enjoy the time holding you instead." Jing Yuan chuckled. "We get so little time together."

Unfortunately. She would have loved more time but the Nameless wandered far and wide in the universe and he was bound to the Luofu and the Xianzhou Alliance. "I won't stop you." Her shift to place herself closer and more comfortably against him caused the bird to flutter off but soon returned to land on the General's shoulder. "I like your arms around me. And I miss you every time I'm away."

He sighed, his warm breath tickling her ear as he drew her into his lap so he could wrap both arms around her. "There are times when I wish to keep you here, darling." He nuzzled her neck, causing her to hunch her shoulders in an instinctive way to protect herself. "Sometimes I think I could by force if necessary."

She blinked but didn't speak. He so rarely admitted to what went on inside his mind. Whether it was out of a reluctance to face the negativity or to simply spare her and anyone else concern. She was glad she hadn't said anything else when his next statement emerged, his voice muffled against her skin.

"But I know better and it is far more satisfying to have you return to me out of your own free will than it would be to lock you away so you couldn't leave again. You have made me remember what it is like to long for someone." He chuckled again. "I don't know whether I should be thankful I can still feel all that or be angry at you."

Her gaze softened at that confession. She gave her affection to all her friends, freely and without reservation, but Jing Yuan hid behind his enigmatic smile. She knew he kept his distance from almost everyone but Yanqing, fearing what could happen.

Losing the rest of the Quintet in one fell swoop had left scars that went deeper than those carved into his skin. She could only hope that her presence here could give him some level of comfort. He seemed happy enough with her, at least.

"...come with me, Jing Yuan." She finally whispered before she even realized it. "Join the Express crew."

He looked up at that, one of his masked smiles on his lips, one that she knew was a wall he hid behind. It didn't change his teasing however. "Are you intending on stealing me away from the Xianzhou?"

"And if I was?" She looked down at him, reaching up to gently run her fingers through his silvery hair. It was always so soft; she loved to take any opportunity to touch it.

"Unfortunately I'd have to refuse." The smile couldn't hide all the weariness this time. "I am bound here, Stelle, no matter how much I might wish otherwise."

"Yanqing." She guessed quietly.

"Yes. He is one such reason."

"I wouldn't force you away from him just because I miss you."

That brought a more sincere chuckle as he pressed a light kiss to her lips. "That I'm sure of. Maybe when he's older."

She smiled at that, taking the opportunity to kiss him tenderly. "Until then I'll take as many chances to visit as I can. I love you."

Jing Yuan leaned forward to kiss her again, lingering against her lips. She was always happy to receive any kiss from him and he enjoyed giving as much affection as he was capable of to her. Somehow through her efforts to practically force him into having friends again she had managed to ensnare him regardless of his belief that he was incapable of any romantic attachments.

He yearned to keep her here aboard the Luofu where he could see her everyday and fall asleep with her in his arms every night. And yet he knew that it wasn't possible. She was like his finches. No she was far more like his lion; independent, stubborn and beautiful. She would never agree to stay here permanently.

Her place was out among the stars aboard the Astral Express, traveling the path of the Trailblazers. It made her return to him as soon as she could even more of a precious treasure. She returned because she wanted him and he wouldn't trade that feeling for anything.

The long dormant child's dream of wanting to be a Galaxy Ranger always sparked when he thought about it. Yet he knew what an impossible dream it was. Wanting to leave the Luofu to join her was only slightly more obtainable than that childish ambition. Still, he'd have to consider it.

Maybe someday. After retirement.

Finally he broke away from their languid kisses to simply rest his forehead against hers, his arms tightening to hold her firmly against him. In the silence he spoke so softly that only she could hear. "Marry me, Stelle." If he had to be honest the request was just as startling to him as it was to her juding by the widened eyes that stared down at him.

"I can't stay here. You know that." She whispered, a shadow crossing those captivating golden eyes.

The man cleared his throat, scrambling to make sense of what he had asked. Startling as it was he didn't regret his absentminded proposal. He was more nervous that she'd refuse; a peculiarly feeling far more suited to younger men than himself. "I'm not asking you to." He murmured in return. "You coming to visit me is more than enough."

"Then...why?" No disbelief or anger was present in her voice; just a curious note.

"I want one more hold on you even when you aren't here." He explained with a smile. "I want everyone to know that you're mine." He didn't often show that possessive side of himself.

"And bruises fade." She answered with a bit of a smile. As usual there was no hesitation or shame in her speech.

That brought forth another chuckle. "Yes." He sighed and cupped her cheek with one broad hand. "And I want a way to draw you back here, to me."

"You already have that. I'll always come back to you. Forever."

"Forever is a long time." He teased her to hide his nerves over her answer.

Reaching up she cradled his face in both hands and leaned down to kiss him yet again. Something that he was not objecting to in the least. "Yes. I will." A pause. "Marry you, that is."

He cupped her chin in his hand, forcing her to look directly into his eyes. "Don't say yes unless you are certain. I will keep you. You will be mine and no one else may handle you."

A smile lit up her face as he watched her. "I'm certain. I want to be yours and only yours." The smile widened a bit. "Just like you want to be mine." She kissed him again, lingering there.

He sighed against her lips, one hand tangling in her hair as he focused on kissing her just the way she liked. He could listen to her all day long. "Then it's settled." He chuckled again. "You will be mine and I will be yours."

"...always, Jing Yuan. I promise."

[terzomega]

some badly organized notes about how ghouls and summoning them works in my story (and a side of emeritus brothers dynamic as a treat)

some might have. noticed i haven't updated in a while. and yea i have been terribly busy but also i'm just a liddol bit stuck so i thought i'd share something else that's sitting in that same google docs in the meanwhile

so to me in my little version of the ghost lore the ghouls. first of all the summoning ritual. i don’t know exactly how it’s performed, i like the idea of it being super top secret like the actual method and whatnot, but i know according to what the ghouls that come out of the pit as a result are chosen. it’s all about what the papa who performs the summoning expects from his tenure, what he wants from his ghouls, as it Is said in the story. it’s not like a shooting star, where they get to pick and choose either - it’s just you, whatever your subconscious deems most important, and the pit, reaching its claws deep into your soul to find it and give it to you. so the reason why many ghouls have been summoned by multiple papas (and by this i specifically mean why there are some repeats in primo, secondo and terzo's packs) is. well. primo just truly wanted to do his best - he had already been papa for a while when the clergy re-introduced the ghost project, and he didn’t really feel prepared for it. y’know, a band is not exactly what he signed up for. but he was diligent and took the church seriously, so if leading a band was now part of his duties, he’d do his best with it. he could sing, he knew that much, they’d all been trained to sing, they’d all been altar boys singing in the church choir at mass since they were little. so all that was needed was some band ghouls, like nihil had done. papas would summon one or two ghouls to assist them if necessary before the ghost project was in action (cowbell had been one of primo’s), but for this job, they required new ghouls. so the ritual happens, and what primo wants more than anything is something that can make this new job as good, but easy, as possible. he was gonna do his best, but, truly, he couldn’t care less about being in the band. that’s also how a ghoul writer comes up - primo could sing, but he had no idea how to write songs, music or lyrics. so for that, he gets one of the ghouls that had been writing songs for mass, repurposes those mass songs for the album for minimal effort required.

and for what concerns musicians, well, we know them. we know them because half of them stick with the band for the next several years, with the next couple of papas. and why? well, because, while secondo and terzo might never say it, deep in their hearts they wanted, more than anything, to be just like primo. growing up, nihil wasn’t much of a presence in their life - be it because he was busy, or be it because he didn’t care. primo learned to be responsible and dutiful in spite of that, to make sure he would never end up like his father. he spent a lot of time going back and forth between italy and sweden, training and working endlessly since he was the first son, and therefore bound to take over as papa first, but he took it upon himself to always make some time for his brothers too, knowing well enough that nihil would never bother to do so. the younger two didn’t go to sweden as much, and primo’s the one who attempted to teach them some swedish - but really, primo taught them everything he could. they think incredibly highly of him. so when the time comes for them to be papas, that’s what they think of - the very same thing they’ve thought for most of their life: i want to be like him. and so the pit gave them the same things it had given to primo, plus something different that would fit them better, help lead them to success of their own. after all, while, subconsciously, their priority might have been to be like primo, secondo and terzo also had their own unique ideas, they couldn’t help but hope to surpass him too. they were raised competitive. nihil would never give any of his children, and least of all primo, any praise, lest they become soft, lest they feel too coddled and don’t strive for the sky. he needed primo’s standards to be especially high, so he always made sure primo knew his expectations for him would never be fulfilled. thankfully, the adoring gaze of his little brothers let him know that, actually, he was doing well enough. actually, he wasn’t failing. actually, someone was proud of him, and their opinions were worth infinitely more than nihil’s.

terzo has an unprecedented bond with his ghouls; so much so that the clergy makes some attempts to put up walls between them, in fear that ghouls all over the church end up getting too bold (unfortunately for them, not only do they fail, but the problems get worse in the next cycle) that is partly what gets terzo to summon more ghouls - because the clergy tries to find other tasks to keep his ghouls occupied, but terzo was most likely going to summon more regardless, just because he enjoys them so much, so he takes the chance. omega was forced away from the band more and more, the clergy was pushing for terzo to summon a new quintessence ghoul, but he couldn't, he could never replace omega in any way. the ritual the clergy all but forced him to perform straight up failed, as the pit could tell terzo had no intention to actually replace omega, and everything blows up in their face. (i'm even considering that maybe that's how he gets an entire new pack? like, in order to give terzo something with equal worth to omega the pit has to spit out an Entire new full set) so they resorted to following through with terzo's original plan: let his water ghoul delta, who was part quintessence anyway, take over when necessary, and summon a backup water ghoul instead. this he could do. that's how he gets mist, and he adores her dearly. terzo outsmarts the clergy by appointing omega as his personal assistant/bodyguard, something that was traditional and common enough for papas to do before the ghost project, so he gets away with it just fine. or something like that, just whatever would let terzo keep omega close at all times. the clergy lets it happen, because anything they try to do to put distance between terzo and his ghouls, between terzo and omega especially, they want to do as secretly as possible; they won't be open and clear about it, they don't want to be too obvious, because at the end of the day, papa has all the power. they Do try to enforce their own rules, sure, but not in a way that would give papa a reason to reprimend them.

terzo didn’t think he would ever be removed from the papacy or the band, and he was even starting to think up the next record; he wanted everything to be grander, and as such he wanted more ghouls to achieve that vibe. he summoned the new ones as he was recording popestar, and took them, rather than his original pack, on the popestar tour to prepare them for what being in the ghost project is like. the original pack went along with them too; they made up some excuse along the lines of it's better to have backup just in case these new ghouls falter. terzo would die if he had to be separated from them for too long. in fact, the pit was, frankly, a bit confused by that second summoning ritual; it wasn’t hard to send copia a second multi-ghoul, but there was nothing that terzo Needed. that’s how happy he was with his ghouls; he couldn’t wish for anything more, even subconsciously. so, the pit just sends him the standard: one of each element, and throws in two extras just to make sure he doesn’t come back to ask for more.

by the time copia joins the ghost project, primo is no longer where the bar is set; the new standard was set by terzo, so that’s what copia strikes for. he wants to be just like terzo, but he’s also extremely intimidated. so the pit gives him just a few of the many ghouls terzo had, some of the new ones he had summoned, that weren’t as close to him as his original ghouls. the pit also gives him more ghouls than what is usual, including the first multi-ghoul the ghost project had seen up until then, with a second multi-ghoulette joining later, because copia’s been made to feel so inferior to who’s come before him (he’s not even papa yet, if he ever will be) he’s convinced he needs extra help to make it work. he proceeds to summom two more even, a new quintessence and yet another multi, desperate attempt to overcompensate, especially in the face of his impending doom

if terzo and his ghouls were oddly close, it's completely Batshit with copia and his. funny thing is the clergy doesn't mind as much - and that's where sister imperator's influence comes in handy, where her playing favorites changes the rules. they let copia summon more and more ghouls without him having to find excuses. the dynamic here is something that could actually be dangerous in a way - unlike terzo's case - because i always say. terzo and his pack saw each other as equals, which was pretty new at the time. ghouls were by all accounts inferior to the clergymen, especially to the papa. but copia and his pack? i don't even know if they respect him at all - sure they love him, sure they're all fond of each other and extremely attached, but they fail to see him as the head figure he Should be. maybe because he wasn't papa when they first met him, maybe because after terzo the reputation of the papa figure as a whole got softened, but copia's ghouls just don't quite understand that he should be their leader, and he doesn't act like it anyway. a testament to him being a bit of a puppet in sister imperator's hands if you will. if there was a pack of ghoul that could overthrow the entire clergy it's This one, not the meliora pack, in short. (not that it was ever actually a concern)

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Record Scratch: Chapter 7 Fanfiction

A hallway confrontation leads to soul bearing in private. Nino came to get help, he stayed for curiosity, and now? Perhaps its his turn. Both parties open up more of themselves, and in the process grow one step closer. Snip, then link, then full chapter under the cut.

"Is wanting that, greedy and bad again? Who gets to decide these things? Ladybug? Du-Pain-Cheng and her swarm of followers? Where is all this written down? I’ll tell you where! Nowhere! It’s just something everyone is supposed to know. Well, no one ever told me! So now I’m stuck like this, I don’t want this. I am sick to death of it."

All things in life have an ebb and a flow. In my line of work, you catch on quickly to this fact, or you die. High school halls were no different. The mass of students coming and going surged by a hundred understood rules. Like a herd on the plains, you could feel tremors in your feet long before the stampede.

My head snapped up when I first sensed it. I'd been deep in my own stew of thoughts, but the taste in the air made my hair stand on end: anticipation.

I scanned the hall and picked out the leads, one-two-three students going against the flow of traffic and all in the same direction. I moved to follow.  One checked their phone and all three sped up. Anticipation had become excitement. The general flow of people was slowing. Whatever this was, it had started to permeate the collective subconsciousness.

I switched from tail to pursuit as we got to the other end of the hall. There was a din from below. The collective murmur and jeers of a hungry crowd.

One voice raised itself above the rest.

I sprinted past my initial targets, hit the stairs without slowing, and braced myself as I vaulted the railing to take myself down a full flight. People scattered from my unorthodox entrance; I didn't even slow down. The noise was lower, I vaulted back across the rail down another flight, punishing my knees, but taking me right to the epicenter.

"Don't you even try that with me! You're not the Queen of the school anymore!"

I elbowed my way through the crowd, turning catcalls and insults into surprised yelps.

"You have no idea what I am! You think your little band makes you immune? I had you expelled once, I can do it again!"

I broke into the front ring, and my worst fears were confirmed.

Gold and amber toe to toe in the middle of the arena. Alya was stretched to her limit, still half a head shorter than Chloé, but making up in glare what she lacked in height. Chloé's face was as red as I had ever seen, her fists were balled up at her sides, one slight tip of the scales from action. Around them both, the crowd loomed close, hungry for blood.

I broke the sacred circle, but time was moving too slowly.

Alya growled. "Just remember where all your scheming got you last time. A queen without a throne is just pathetic."

Chloé's hands came up, claws out, arms wide, making herself bigger. Her lips curled into a snarl… I found my voice.

"Stop!" A true poet, as always.

Nino saw it happening in vivid detail, every little change along the arc was a perfectly frozen image that would linger long after the fact, a guilty squirm appropo nothing as it danced across his future-self's brain.

His voice reached Chloé. Her eyes shifted from Alya to him, from rage to surprise. Fear had a go, panic, rage again. The claws retracted into fists once more. She shrank. Eyes found the crowd. Those fists tightened. It all turned inward. Muscles clenched along a perfect jawline.

"You! You- Ridiculous! ALL of you!" Chloé turned as she screamed, stabbing the crowd with eye and word. Her whole body shook with the convulsions of emotion. 

"Utterly RIDICULOUS!"

The crowd sagged back, even Alya backpedaled. Nino's hand hung in the air, still mid reach, but it was all happening too fast. Realization dawned on that mask of rage, and Chloé tore from the circle, cutting a swath through the onlookers and running down the hall, alone.

In her wake the initial silence was deafening. Nino looked after her, then back to Alya. Alya's face was its own tapestry of emotion. Someone in the herd clapped, it was taken up by a smattering of fellows. Nino felt sick. He had to- He had-

Nino turned again and plunged after Chloé. The crowd checked him where it had melted before Chloé, he was set to push through again when two hands grabbed his trailing arm.

"Deej, stop!"

Nino tugged. "I've got to-"

"Wait!" Alya hauled on him.

Nino turned back, and Alya let go as if he had suddenly caught fire. That checked him. He didn't feel angry… he felt… he couldn't even begin to make sense of it. Alya was the winner in whatever had happened though, that much was easy to tell, and it hadn't been some small defeat.

 Nino tried to calm himself. "What happened?"

Alya's eyes darted. The crowd was dispersing with the show over. She grabbed his arm again and tugged him towards an unused classroom. “C’mon.”

He followed, but half of himself was still running down the hallway. Even if he wanted to be a hero though, there was no denying the most likely scenario. So when the door closed he began with. “What did she do?”

Alya was facing away from him. She didn’t turn immediately, instead taking several deep breaths. She turned finally, her hands pressed together in front of her lips. “I started it.” She confessed immediately.

Nino had to reset his expectations. “You? Why?”

Alya paced back and forth as she spoke. “It- I didn’t start it exactly, but I did. I just wanted to talk to her. I wanted to ask why she was ghosting you.” Alya stopped and turned back to him. She dropped her hands and hung her head. “I stuck my nose in, I’m sorry.”

Contrite Alya was not something Nino had ever been able to withstand. He took the two steps to her and hugged her without so much as thinking. She hugged him back just as tightly, and repeated, “I’m sorry.”

Nino squeezed her once more before drawing slightly back. “Hey, I believe you babe. How did that end up like this though?”

Alya took off her glasses, rubbing the bridge of her nose and sighing. “It started out okay, but then, people noticed.”

Nino thought of his own interactions with Chloe in the halls, and her clear pronouncement: ‘Don’t talk to me in School.’ It was a piece but… “Is that all?”

She sighed and put her glasses back on. Her shoulders slumped. She’s more burned out by this than I thought. Nino moved around wordlessly, and began to rub Alya’s shoulders, a time honored tradition when she was overworked.

She sighed again, a better one this time. “She got snappish. I should’ve realized it was a hint to disengage. I just… there’s still a lot there, and I didn’t make the best choice. Instead of backing off for another time I skipped several steps in a rush to get my point across. And maayyybee ‘Listen, you better not hurt Nino.’ wasn’t the best way to phrase it…”

Nino paused the massage. “No, maybe not babe.”

Alya noted, “I said I was sorry.  Anyway, she went right off after that. I don’t know how much you heard…?”

Nino gave her shoulders one more rub before letting go. “Just the end, enough though.”

Alya looked over her shoulder at him, her smile was soft, but had a slightly sad quality to it. “Maybe not quite enough. You seem to be a very… touchy subject for her.”

Nino coughed. “Oh, um-” He stepped back and suddenly found the ceiling tiles interesting. “How- so?”

Alya laughed and turned around, tickling him under the chin. “As if that reply wasn’t painfully obvious, Deej. You did let her dress you up, after all.”

Nino grabbed his hat off his head, just his red cap today, normal clothes. He hadn’t worn anything fancy since the wedding. “I swear to you. I have no idea what’s going on. I mean, I- friends? I- guess? How do you even- It’s Chloé. This all started because she helped me with my anger after the breakup.”

Oops. Alya tilted her head. “She did what?”

Nino curled the brim of his hat between his hands. Too late now. “She- Well, you know how I was. She figured out what was wrong, and had a solution.” Nino couldn’t tell why he felt so uncomfortable talking about it, but he was squirming inside. He tried to shake it off with a joke. “It involved yelling, she’s kind of an expert.”

Alya didn’t laugh. Instead she gave a thoughtful, “hmm.” She stepped back again. “Well, then I will have to thank her… with less people around next time. Alright, Deej, go sort out what you can, and apologize for me. I’m not going to kiss and make up, but I think we can at least try and hit the reset button.”

Nino hesitated, now that the moment was past. “But… we have class.”

“So help me, Deej, I will make you eat your hat if you don’t get going.”

Alya’s smile was bright, feral, everything he loved about her. Reporter Alya, ready to take on the world. This was not an Alya you argued with. Nino put his hat back on and settled it in place before running his finger along the brim.

“You got it, Sweetheart. Nino’s on the case.””

Alya groaned as he stepped towards the door. “Please don’t try that on her! I want you in one piece!”

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Back in the lioness's den. The fact I'd cut out to be here had me riding an adrenal high. On top of that I caught sight of Audrey Bourgeois in the lobby. With my everyday togs, I stood out among the glam. I felt her watch me the whole way across the lobby. No question where BeeBee got her stare from, though her eyes never made me feel like I needed a shower; well, maybe a cold shower.

Knock? Barge in? How was I going to play this? Was I here for a damsel? A siren? To offer explanations, or demand answers? I squared my shoulders, raised a hand and-

Nino hesitated, shook his head, and cleared the black and white thoughts from it. Just a two bit kid and part time hero. Let's see how far it gets me.

He knocked, waited, and knocked again. "Chloe! It's me, Nino. We need to talk."

More silence, then, just as he was about to knock again, her voice through the door, "Look, I get it okay? You don't need to say a thing. Just- go back to school. You goodies never miss class, right?"

Nino leaned in closer to the door, juggling possibilities in the seconds. "I'm not going back until this is sorted. I don't care about classes.. heh, maybe it's a bad influence on me lately, but I've got something more important to be doing."

He very nearly toppled when she opened the door, saving himself but stumbling into the gap she created. Whatever she had meant to say died on her lips as Nino tried to play it off by leaning awkwardly on the door jam. It didn't work, but he was committed.

It took Nino a few seconds of staring to figure out why Chloé looked so different; her makeup was off. It wasn't an orderly job either. Hints remained here and there. It was absent through collateral, not intent. Strands of hair had escaped the sacred ponytail. Her right forelock was askew, her eyes had a redness to them, and yet she lifted her chin under his stare.

Nino asked, "Let me in?"

"That's the problem, isn't it?" She sighed, but stepped back, before turning and walking towards her sitting room. As she went Nino realized the 'shawl' hanging about her arms was his sweatshirt.

Nino followed, but slowly. He'd come here with growing conviction, but only now realized he had no idea what that conviction was pointing toward.

She was sitting on her couch, legs crossed, fingers laced together over her knee, and foot bobbing with uncontained agitation. She fixed him with a look, but it skittered quickly off into the corners of the room. Nino dropped himself into her lounge and sat leaning forward, elbows on thighs. "So…" he began, "First, Alya says she's sorry for coming on too strong."

"Strong? Ha!" She still wasn't looking at him. "She would have to grow another 15 cm to talk to something other than my chin. It was nothing, just an off day for me, really. If that trumped up, wannabe reporter thinks she can-"

 Chloé bit off the end of her sentence abruptly, cutting off what had been gathering steam. She crossed her arms. Her fingernails dug into his sweatshirt.

Nino ignored… all of that. "Second. I have the same questions really. You don't have to answer. You can kick me out right now -though I don't think you want that either- but I'd like to know. Why have you been avoiding me? I thought it was a- a fresh start, for both of us. Was I wrong? What did you want?"

Instead of answering immediately, she stood. She ascended the few steps out of the sunken seating area to the room proper. There she turned, and paced a long path around behind the bar-console and back.

"Avoiding you? What else am I supposed to do?" She gestured as she walked, still not looking at him. "I called in the favor, thinking it would happen whenever, then boom. It happens almost immediately. So, now I'm stuck. I'm not supposed to buy people's attention, right? I read that. So I can't be near you, or admit I did it, until later right?"

She let out a frustrated growl and shook her head, continuing, "I have to stay away, but will people let me stay away? No. I get accosted in the hallway, then those stupid people with their stupid faces have to butt in with their stupid yelling. I can yell too you know! I can yell with the best of them. Only, I'm not supposed to yell, am I? Even if I want to. Not in front of other people at least."

She stopped, out of breath. She almost made eye contact, but turned away sharply. She shrugged with one shoulder, her voice back down from the rafters.

"What do I want? What can I want?" She rounded on him, arms wide, voice high again. "I used to want all kinds of things! I wanted everything. No, no, Chloé dear, that's bad. You're bad.  You can’t want that! That’s too much!”

She drew herself up to her full height and screamed her frustration. “Then how much is Right?”

And back into pacing again. “Is it right to want to spend time with someone? Is it right to not want to talk to someone? Is it right to still hate my sister? Is it right to let the Bourgeois name be sullied in front of me and not speak up? Is it right to let things slide? When do you become a patsy? I can’t want to see Sabrina again, she’s doing better now. Can I want to tell Daddy not to run for office again because all it does is make everything worse at home? Can I want mommy back in New York? Can I want to call you up when all this piles up in my head? Can I want to be held instead of screaming alone in my room?”

Once more she turned to him, exasperation warring with her rolling anger.  “Or is wanting that, greedy and bad again? Who gets to decide these things? Ladybug? Du-Pain-Cheng and her swarm of followers? Where is all this written down? I’ll tell you where! Nowhere! It’s just something everyone is supposed to know. Well, no one ever told me! So now I’m stuck like this, I don’t want this. I am sick to death of it. I want everyone to go away forever! I want to go away! But I don’t want to be alone. I’m sick of being alone. I just- RRRAAAAAAAGHHH!”

Chloé threw back her head and her scream filled the room. She filled her lungs and screamed again. She might have continued until either her lungs or the ceiling gave way, but Nino’s touch silenced her.

He didn’t remember standing, making the conscious decision, or anything else between being seated and reaching out to gently touch the back of her upturned head. Her roar dropped. Nino pulled her to him. The sound became a watery thick growl. He drew her head to his shoulder.  She clung like a drowning woman. His fingers brushed below the base of her ponytail. Her nails dug in through his shirt. He rocked gently as he held her. He tilted his head closer. Her weight transferred against him.

Nino whispered. “Beebee, when are you going to let yourself stop being angry?”

She broke. It wasn’t a proper cry. It was sobs, growls, sniffs, curses, and a needful burrowing in against him all jumbled up together. Nino held her through all of it and as he did one floating uncertainty crystallized. He wanted to be here. Mystery, intrigue, heroism, outreach be damned. He cared.

He just had no idea what that meant.

He stroked fingertips down along her back soothingly. “Bee, can you make it to the couch?”

In place of a response she shifted, moving away from him enough to step around, heading for the couch. Her trailing hand caught a pinch of his t-shirt, lightly tugging.  Nino followed, and soon they were arranged. She sat cross legged, with a tissue box in the middle. He sat beside her, and she shifted over enough that her knee made contact with his leg. Nino shifted as well, confirming the touch with his own gentle pressure.

It was quiet for a long time. Chloé sat with her head down, emitting the occasional sniff and plucking tissues intermittently from the box. Nino was trying to navigate the next few minutes in his head. Ideas kept blossoming, ways out, ways to turn it all into a plot thread and press it safely onto a screen.

Nino settled for something he hadn’t said in person yet. He pressed against their contact. “Thanks for putting my name out there.”

She made a soft sound and shook her head. “It’s nothing, right? Everyone wants to do a favor for the mayor once.” She glanced his way. “Did you do a good job?”

Nino gave her a confident smile, “I killed it. Got a bonus on top. They’re keeping my number in their recommendations for future parties.”

Chloé huffed, leaning back into the couch as a little bit of emotion puffed itself out into the air. “Well, then there you go. You’re exceptional, you just needed your shot. That’s what a good person does, right?”

Nino reached across and scooped up her hand, making sure she was looking at him before answering, “Good person, bad person, it’s what you did. That’s enough right?”

She pulled her hand away, though not harshly. Once free though, she let it drop back into her lap. “So, do I put your name in somewhere else? Or is that abusing my influence? How does this work? If I do that then am I not allowed to see you again for another week? When do I make another Sabrina?” She let her head fall back and growled to the ceiling again. “Why is all this so HARD? I just want to blare music and scream it all away again.”

Nino considered that, but he didn’t think it seemed quite right for the moment. He asked a question that had been waiting its turn. “So, where did you learn all this? Did you start-” He wasn’t sure using the word itself would be taken well, “-start talking to someone?”

She remained in repose, talking to the marble overhead. “Ha! No. No, I’ve opened a book or two about it. Yes!” She gestured to the skies. “Me! I read books, without being required to. I’m not talking to a shrink though, even if I could.”

The obvious question, “You can’t?”

A bitter laugh. “The Mayor’s daughter, in therapy? Ha! Never.”

Nino looked for a way around the gross reality. “We could keep it secret if you wanted? I know a thing or two about disguises…”

Chloé turned her head to him, but didn’t straighten up. “No, it wouldn’t do any good. The people around me have been paid to say the right things my whole life. What’s one more person taking money to tell me things? Even if they claimed it was genuine, who would ever claim otherwise? No. People in little rooms with pencils might work for others, but that’s not how I’m dragging myself out of this.”

Nino felt an urge, and didn’t resist it. He reached out and brushed Chloé’s stray forelock back over her ear. “What about me?” he tried another smile. “I can read books too, you know. I could help?”

She didn’t pull away this time. Instead her eyes closed and she turned her head further, trapping his hand between her face and the couch. “I don’t want you to fix me.”

Nino wiggled his trapped fingers. It drew a smile onto her lips that was a faint thing but seemed genuine. He was adrift in this moment, it felt detached. It was strangely soothing. He asked a question that caused a tickle up under his ribs. “What do you want?”

She didn’t answer right away. She reached up and touched his wrist, laying her fingers across it. Those twilight blue eyes watched him behind a lingering film of saltwater. “Really? Right now?”

Nino confirmed. “Really. Right now.”

Silence, a slow build up in those eyes. Nino felt the tingle increase and spark its way down his limbs. Subtle imagined shocks tickled where they touched. Nino saw her building to-

Chloé surged from her position. She knocked his hat away, took his face in her hands and before he could protest or engage -He had no idea which- she was kissing him. Nino flailed for balance, they very nearly fell off the couch altogether. He grabbed hold of her for purchase and she melted against him. He had a moment to pull away when she took a breath, he didn’t. She was warm and pliant in his arms. She moved with a hungry purpose, touching, exploring. The moment at the console flared to life in the back of his mind, and all the iterative fantasies he had quietly suppressed.

She drew back. Nino felt himself resisting the separation, but let go. She didn’t go far, still sprawled across him. “Am I allowed… to want this?”

Am I? Nino swallowed and tried to clear the fog enough to answer. He raised a hand between them and touched a trembling hand to her burning cheek. “I think… so? Yeah.. just-” Good sense made demands, no matter how much he wished it wouldn’t. “Maybe… wait… a little?”

Nino knew he was dancing on a razor’s edge. Him, Nino, not detective Lahiffe. It was getting harder to separate the two. Chloé had a way of mixing them all around. He awaited judgment, with his pulse still pounding in his ears, and other parts of him cursing his own delay.

Chloé flopped against him, her head on his shoulder and her face nuzzled against his neck. “Wait? Do you even know me at all?” There was humor in her voice though, mingled with disappointment.

Nino laughed in turn and pet down Chloé’s back, causing her to snuggle in further. “I’m learning. Today’s just kind of full up already, don’t you think?”

She traced the logo on his shirt, sometimes with her fingertip, sometimes with her nail. The hair on Nino’s arms stood up. His resolve wavered. Before he could surrender though she pushed herself upright. She was still half-draped in his lap, but even the slight distance gave Nino’s mind room to breathe. Nino watched her, waiting, picking up little tells, motions, things to appreciate and find endearing in future solitude. He didn’t think about the fact it was only the second time he’d observed someone so closely.

Chloé seemed to be doing the same to him, watching, studying. “I guess you’re right. That, or I’m just bad at all this.”

Nino shook his head with a chuckle. “Definitely not bad.”

That brought a cheeky smile to her lips. “Well then, if we’re done yelling, and we’re not supposed to… do other things. What shall we spend time on?  I’m definitely not going back to school today.”

Nino raised a teasing eyebrow at her, “Those the only two things you know how to do?”

Chloe bobbled her head in response. “Well, unless you’d like to read fashion magazines, dodge parents, try yoga, or do ballet.” She ran her eyes down him and Nino felt every inch of her gaze. “Not that you probably wouldn’t look great in tights.”

The smile she gave him at the end of that pronouncement did nothing to help Nino with keeping things chill. Chloé did not seem to have any setting below full tilt. The curl of her mouth brought the taste of her on his lips back into focus. The flash in her eyes had him thinking maybe, just maybe…

Nino saved himself at the last second. “I’ve got it!”

She blinked at the sudden reversal. Even as the distraction formed in his mind, Nino felt a bit of disappointment at being ‘saved’ too. There was something else to this though. It was a little sideways, a little odd. Would it all come crashing down the moment something… ridiculous… raised its head?

Nino nodded to the balcony. “Go on, I’ll be right out.”

She scooted back but protested. “What is it?”

Nino grinned and got up. “You’ll see,” was all he gave her to work with.

Chloé stood, looking dangerously close to a pout. Nino didn’t give her the chance, heading back to the foyer to dig into his bag and get what he was looking for. It was a pain, stuffed down in a side pocket, long unused but not forgotten. By the time he fished it out, she’d already gone. He closed his hand around the old friend and wondered how it would play out. Once more, the not knowing made it all the more exciting.

He pushed out into the balcony and the brisk afternoon air. If he had a surprise for her, she’d returned the favor in kind at least. His sweatshirt was properly worn now, zipped up with her hands gone in his sleeves. His hat was affixed firmly atop her head, with her ponytail pulled carefully out the back. She looked cozy, she looked… adorable.

Nino asked,”Are you gonna be wearing all my clothes soon?”

She countered, “Does that mean you’ll be wearing none of them?”

He paused, then laughed and walked to the railing. “C’mere, have a look.”

She followed, sauntering slowly in a way he found easy to watch. Once at the rail she peeked down into his closed hands. Nino obligingly opened them, revealing the blue capped red bottle.

“Just a little something to help relax,” he explained.

Realization dawned across her face. “Bubbles? Seriously? What could possibly be so interesting abou-” to her credit she caught herself. Chloé hunched her shoulders slightly and plucked at one of the cuffs on his sweatshirt. “I’m guessing you’ll show me, right?”

Nino unscrewed the cap. “Clever girl.”

“No one’s ever accused me of that before.”

Nino stole a kiss from her temple. “You’ve got more going on up here than you give yourself credit for, Beebee. Maybe try not to hate that?”

She ducked her head, both hands playing with the aglet on one of the sweatshirt strings. “No promises.”

Nino stirred the solution with the wand. “So, you know how to blow bubbles?” he prompted, then demonstrated with a quick spray of iridescent orbs.

She screwed up her face into a sneer, but it broke quickly into a desultory shrug. “Everyone can blow bubbles.”

Nino held the wand out to her. Chloé blew hard-

The soapy film burst without product. Ha, I knew it.

She glared at it, Nino just grinned and redipped the wander, offering it again.

Chloé blew once more, with the same result. Always 100%

She huffed and slapped the railing with a palm. “It’s defective! That’s what it is! It’s a trick! You’re making fun of me!”

Nino hummed, “It is a trick, but I’m not here to make fun of you, Beebee. Let me show you again.”

He blew carefully on a fresh wand. The bubble bloomed halfway, retracted, bloomed and flourished into a single large orb that floated lazily down upon the air. The two of them watched its journey as it drifted out from the hotel and across the street on a short lived Parisian tour.

Nino re-dipped. “And when you get good, you can do things like this.”

He blew again, prompting one small bubble. He turned the wand to catch it and blew again, attaching a second and letting them drift off together, spinning a slow waltz upon the air.

To her credit and Nino’s pleasant surprise she had let him perform his little show in silence. Even as the bubbles turned and danced away she didn’t immediately howl and scoff as she might once have. She didn’t even roll her eyes. She simply looked back at him, waiting. Maybe, I dared to hope, anticipating.

The stray thought, whispered out of film, didn’t presage a withdrawal this time. It was his thought, his world, with just a little film grain spread across it. It felt right.

Nino flipped the wand around backwards with a flex of his fingers, holding it upside down out the bottom of his hand. “You can use the knack for other things too, you know.”

Leaned in so closely, thought matched action without pause. Nino moved his hand and caught Chloé’s chin between his thumb and forefinger. Those pink painted lips parted. The facade those blue eyes held in place cracked, and the person behind let out the softest of gasps. Nino leaned in further, and for the first time, he was the one to kiss her.

This one was gentle. Nino held her lips, keeping the pressure light. When he let the pressure ebb he felt as much as heard the soft whine in her throat. She leaned in, pressing to hold the kiss, but gently too this time. Nino let his eyes drift closed, with the slightest of coaxing her lips parted, and their tongues met. They explored, a warm moment that promised nothing more. When Nino drew back, Chloé wobbled slightly, but did not protest or seek to hold him. Her eyes were half-lidded and unfocused.

Nino basked in the feeling as much as the sight before him, finally asking, “So, what do you think, Miss Bee?”

Chloé’s eyes slid fully closed. She ran her tongue tip along her lips and let out a shaky breath. “I like bubbles.”

Nino couldn’t help the satisfied smile that spread across his face. It was fun being the one who could teach, as well as being taught, for a change.

Chloé’s eyes opened and when she saw his smile, her cheeks pinked. She grabbed the brim of her(his) hat and pulled it down, waving a hand blindly between them. “Give me the thing. I’ll get good and knock your socks off, you just wait!”

With that he laughed, unrealized reserves of tension dropped away and were replaced with joy. He passed over the wand and they took turns as the afternoon wore on.

When the chill grew worse Chloé slipped around behind him. She opened his sweatshirt and pressed against his back, letting him leech off her heat. It was a new experience- She was tall enough to rest her chin on his shoulder and blow bubbles from the wand he held up for her. They didn’t talk. They didn’t even kiss again until the bottle ran dry.

When it did, they took it as a sign for him to go. She gave him back his hat, but made no move to return his sweatshirt yet. Faced with Chloé at the door, Nino found himself suddenly sheepish, his ‘cool’ plan already done.

I panicked, and you can do all kinds of mistakes when you panic. I let slip my private eye smile, flashing the pearly whites and fixing the brim of my topper. “See you ‘round, sweetheart?”

She looked me in the eye, and like the sun breaking the horizon, that smirk curled across her lips. She stepped in close. One hand pressed to my chest, fingers flexing and nails prickling through the thin cotton of my shirt. With the other hand she flicked my hat back up out of place. “See you ‘round, tough guy. Just bring the sweet guy with you too, he’s cute.”

Her lips grazed mine, barely a kiss. Restraint she hadn’t known mere hours ago. It seemed Beebee was a fast learner. This dame.

I was in trouble.

[mamaangiwine]

I'd love a dream interpretation, if you don't mind! I'd appreciate it. It's actually a series of dreams that have been happening more and more lately.

It doesn't always happen in the same setting, but the theme is the same. In these dreams, I'm being chased by a bear. Sometimes I'm just running and trying to get away, but lately in these dreams I've been fighting back more. I don't do anything to provoke the bear- it just comes out and chases me down.

In some of these dreams I'm in the woods, in some I'm floating down a raging river with the bear chasing close behind (and the bear usually storms into the river with me) and in some I'm in an unfamiliar cabin, trying to keep the bear from breaking it.

Normally there aren't other people with me. In the few there were other people, they didn't really contribute anything to the dream. Sorta like background characters in a film.

Hello Anon,

In my personal experience, repetitive dreams often occur in times of stress; though they can sometimes be triggered by other emotions that the imagery has attached itself to.

Bears are a symbol packed with meaning and significance for many cultures all over the world. Somewhat owed to the fact that bears are, and have always been, dangerous to humans despite our technological advancements- but what's more, is how admirable they are. They are a living breathing embodiment of strength, unbridled rage, determination, and resourcefulness. They are a part of nature, and in some ways represent nature herself; her imenseness draped in dark fur. Her unpredictability exemplified by sharp teeth and claws.

I feel that your surroundings further elude to nature's unpredictability; being at the mercy of greater forces. The river is especially interesting, as most bodies of water are a symbol of the dreamer's intuition but this river could represent time, or even both. Raging rivers sometimes represent the swiftness of time, a powerful and unstoppable flow. Choppy and unsettled waters likewise could represent an unanchored intuition, an inability to make a decision or to trust one's instincts. If this is the case, then a bear charging through the water could represent both a feeling of time running out, and a disturbance to one's intuition; a shaking of one's confidence.

Houses like the cabin, can represent one's mental state, often subconsciously. Our mind is the home we live in. The placement of the house, as well as its construction, can give us insight to our current emotional state. If the cabin is secluded in the wilderness, this may represent one feeling alone, cut off and under attack. This may also be the reason why people, even ones you know, are in the dream but are not integral to the flow of the dream. For me it hints toward a feeling of isolation.

If I am correct, then the bear may be the manifestation of a problem, a stressor, or even a life lesson you may be trying to put off. The issue itself may feel a little daunting, or even insurmountable, and you may be trying hard not to let it in your mental space or bother you (as shown by you trying to keep it out of the cabin). However, this bear sounds tenacious, and whether it represents a reoccurring problem, or multiple over the years, it doesn't sound like it has any intention of giving up.

One thing I like to tell my clients is that dreams often give us a representation of the things we are dealing with. They show us a way to contact the spirit of our burdens by giving us a visual to hold in our minds and converse with. I would suggest "getting a hold" of the bear in a more conscious state, most likely via quiet reflection, even divination if you practice it, so as to not be subject to your base instinct of running. Ask it what it wants, ask it why it's angry, and ask what you can do to make peace between the two of you.

Thank for sharing, I hope you found this helpful.

[leam1983]

Narcolepsy's always been a problem in the family. Humans get it too, occasionally, from what I understand. In my case, it means you sit down at the bottom of the ocean to have a think and the next thing you know a hundred million years have passed. Not only that, but a weird bit of convergent evolution makes the land-monkeys receptive to your own species' telepathy, and you wake up realizing that you've, oh, driven a few hundred thousand people insane across History. They've seen your back yard, but you've dreamt of their cities, too. Their lives, their civilizations, their bad habits...

The poor cultists; they think I got up from the Atlantic's seabed for them, when what really got me out of my funk was how irrational their economists were. Their scholars accuse me of spreading madness, but what about the factory bosses and landlords that actually break these minds I'd happen to unfortunately innoculate?

Of course, there's a flipside, too. When I'm awake, I can slip all sorts of thoughts in other people's heads. Tacky Pulp Fiction authors would say I'd make a homely woman behave as though she were possessed by the soul of her ancestor, but all I really did was show poor Asenath that she didn't really need to make do with self-absorbed scholars, nevermind so-called propriety! She's a grown woman; she doesn't need some hoity-toity scholars from Miskatonic to sign off on her research!

Excuse me, I, er, got slightly sidetracked, here... My ability also makes everything else easier, too. As I am how others perceive me to be, all I needed was to imagine myself as person-sized, easily clothed and not too squamous, with tentacles that could curve into a smile, three-fingered and clawed hands you'd still want to handshake, and a silly pair of vestigial wings that serve more as emotional markers, now. I climbed up Providence's beachfront with a singlet and a straw hat on, kicked an old rubber ball back at a few kids and spent a few minutes convincing the locals that seeing a dumpy man in a dripping singlet saunter over to the closest haberdashery really was nothing special. Green skin? What green skin? There's nothing there, isn't there? By the time I had clothes on, nobody cared about my wings anymore.

I knew the risks, of course. By day, I'd pick up the local cannery, hire workers and keep them fed and lodged, but as soon as I'd lay down to rest my subconscious would wage war against the sleeping minds that surrounded me. The only way I could muffle out my call was by keeping a consistent sleep schedule, but a fair and flexible factory boss doesn't get the benefit of consistency.

I napped a few times. I fell asleep at my desk a few times. Only one worker died - poor old Johanssen - but he already wasn't quite right, back when I hired him. What was I supposed to do, leave a drunk ship's captain without a ship who couldn't speak more than three words of English before defaulting to Swedish ramblings alone on the docks?! Alone, with no place to stay?!

I may be Eldritch, but I'm no monster!

I try and console myself with the study grants I've financed, the houses I've bought, the marriages I've covered, the baby showers I attended - or the fact that our count of workplace injuries is far, far lower than what you'd find out of an outfit helmed by just any other profit-motivated human, but it's hard not to feel responsible when they call you by your assumed human first name and wonder why you don't have a wife or a family of your own.

I would, believe me; but my call is the one injustice I can't fix. Besides, I can consider my workers' union to be a family of sorts, right? We certainly have enough professional dinner dates together and enough arguments on how the factory needs to be run. All civil, of course - not that it stops outsiders from asking questions.

They say Christopher Thülen is an occultist, a cult leader. They say he comes to people in their dreams. Nope, that's just Chtulhu - what I'm stuck being. Like you never chose to have eyes that couldn't see into the infrared spectrum, for instance. Did you know mantis shrimp actually have jokes about human eyesight? I'd translate a few, but I'm afraid the punches wouldn't land. Get it - mantis shrimps, punches?

Oy. Tough crowd, huh?

No, what I'd like to know, Nodens, is why you, the purported protector of all Reality in the face of my myriad perversions, come to me in the guise of a Federal investigator - after planting scabs in the factory I helped unionize over in Brattleboro...

“When the Old Gods returned, they were surprised how easy it was to amass an army of followers. Turned out all they had to do was offer fair wages and good benefits, with reasonable deadlines and working conditions”

[cobaltfluff]

I would do anything for you

[epiphany-of-a-madwoman]

The Moment I Knew | Remus Lupin

Part 1 | Part 2

▹ Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

▹ Genre: Angst

▹ Words: ~5.6k

▹ Summary: Words, how little they mean when they're a little too late.

▹ Notes: This took far longer than I'd like to admit, but I hope you all enjoy it!

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Time wouldn’t fly, you’d felt paralyzed by it.

Lying in your bed, staring at the ceiling, you felt numb. Your pillows were damp with tears, eyes bloodshot and nose runny. You weren’t sure what day it was, time seemed to blur together. Everything just seemed so…endless.

You hadn’t heard from Remus, not since your birthday. And you couldn’t decide if that made you feel better or worse. On one hand, you didn’t want anything to do with him. You were done with the sick little games he enjoyed playing. But on the other hand…it was thrilling in a way. It made you feel high whenever the two of you had a good day. Like you were finally worthy enough to earn his affection. But the highs weren’t worth the lows. And it took you this long to figure that out. It took frantically sobbing in your pillow for days on end to realize that maybe this wasn’t what you wanted.

You thought you’d wanted Remus, but maybe not. Because if this was what having Remus was like, you never wanted him near you again. Yet he haunted your dreams. Your subconscious dreamed up wild scenarios of grandeur and excitement. Scenarios where Remus treated you well, where he didn’t hide you away like a secret he was embarrassed of. But the moment your eyes opened, sunlight filtering into your room, the images would leave with the darkness. It left you with the knowledge that the Remus you created in your head would never exist anywhere else.

But the realization didn’t make the pain go away. Instead, it made it worse. The claws the desolation had in you dug deeper and you were sure it'd ever leave. So sure that this was just who you’d be for the rest of your life. A husk of the girl you used to be, Remus taking the very best of you with him when he left.

You rolled onto your side, blankly staring at your cream wall. Sniffling, nose irritated and red, you swallowed thickly. No matter how much water you drank, your mouth was unbearably dry. Your eyes were heavy and tired, but there was a pounding in your head from sleeping too much. That was all you did these past few days; sleep and eat whatever food you could stomach.

Your mother and father came sporadically to check on you, mummering reassurances that everything would be okay. Yet you weren’t convinced. Logically, you knew this pain wouldn’t last forever, that Remus was just the first boy to break your heart. And he wouldn’t be the last. But that knowledge didn’t alleviate any heartbreak. It just made you numb, the urge to cower from ever allowing yourself to feel this way ever again. A quiet knock echoed in your room as your mom pushed your door open.

“Love, it’s me,” she said, announcing herself as if you didn’t already hear her come in. She shut the door behind herself, sitting on the edge of your bed.

You turned, eyes meeting hers.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, a sympathetic look in her bright eyes. You didn’t answer, simply shrugging your shoulders. “Well, school starts in a few days. Your dad and I were planning on going to Diagon Alley tomorrow. Do you feel up to going?” she asked.

You moments away from agreeing, desperate for some escape from the hole you’d buried yourself in. But then you remembered Remus, that he would most likely be at Diagon Alley with all his friends.

You weren’t ready to face him. Not yet.

After a moment of hesitation, you shook your head no, causing your mother to sigh.

“Alright. Well write out a list of what you’d like, then.” She placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, standing from your bed and exiting your room. It was cowardly to avoid leaving your house on the off chance you’d see Remus. But bravery was never a Slytherin trait. So you sunk further into your bed, hopeful the fog obscuring your vision would lift, allowing the sun to cleanse you of heartbreak.

OoO

Quiet footsteps tapped against marble flooring. Every step tentative and careful; cautious in nature. Your eyes were bloodshot, cheeks marred with the stains from crying yourself to sleep. No amount of makeup was able to cover the evidence of Remus shattering your heart. It was tattooed on your skin.

It was the first day back from Christmas break. The first time you’d be faced with Remus since your birthday. The day you dreaded was finally here. But you refused to crack, to fall into old haunts and bad habits.

But just because you felt secure in your decision to leave him behind that didn’t mean you didn’t miss him. You wish you didn’t, but you did. With melancholic tinged eyes that looked back at him through rose-colored lenses, you saw the best. Even if the best was never real beyond your head.

So you took a deep breath, walking with your friends as if nothing was wrong, taking your normal seat at the Slytherin table. Indifference was the best route, to simply forget that Remus ever existed. To pretend he was never anything more to you than a Gryffindor in the same year.

Yet, despite wanting to fall into old habits you’d kept since first year, you couldn’t. Not for lack of trying on your part. But because everything at the Slytherin table had shifted. Your friends seemed to have new friends, creating an awkward aura around you. These people were unfamiliar and new, despite sharing a house with you. No longer were you surrounded by friends, but strangers. Strangers who did nothing to distract your wandering gaze from landing on Remus.

He seemed happy. At the Gryffindor table with all of his friends, nothing about hit behavior seemed off. It was as nothing happened over break, as if he didn’t completely shatter your heart. It was just another day to him, while you had to do everything in your power to keep from crying. You spent far longer than you would have liked staring at him with hawk-like eyes. Desperation clawed at you, to get some sort of confirmation that he was hurt too. That the love affair the two of you briefly shared maimed him too. While that wouldn’t take away any of your pain, it would sting less to know that it wasn’t all for nothing. That at some point in time, Remus really did care for you as much as you did him. Even if all those feelings disappeared.

“Y/N, right?” The voice was quiet, yet low and smooth. It interrupted your thoughts, pulling you fully into reality. You glanced to your left, faced with a straight faced Regulus Black. His face was neutral, gray eyes focused solely on you. His black curly hair was loose, no longer gelled back like it always seemed to be.

You nodded, feeling no need to also confirm his identity. His brother was widely known throughout Hogwarts, therefore so was Regulus. It also helped that his family was also so well known.

“We share Ancient Runes together, right?” He continued to speak, taking a nonchalant sip of his drink.

“We do. I sit in the back, you sit in the front,” you pointed out, as if to explain why you two never interacted before. Regulus nodded, carefully setting down his mug.

“I envy you. For the life of me, I wouldn’t be able to understand the professor if I wasn’t so close. In fact, even being so close, I still have a hard time understanding her.” A hint of amusement was hidden in his voice.

You lightly scoffed, a small grin forming on your lips.

“I just hope for the best, and pay extra attention to the readings,” you said. Regulus breathed out a laugh that was so quiet you almost missed it. Were it not for the small smile that briefly stretched on his lips you might’ve.

“So I take it you’re doing well in the class?” His brows slightly furrowed, the serious demeanor once again returning to his face.

“I would like to think so,” you said after a moment of hesitation.

“Then perhaps you wouldn’t mind helping me? I seem to be a little hopeless at the subject.” A sheepish look crossed his face at the admission that he wasn’t naturally spectacular at every subject. Living up to family expectations could be stifling, especially from Walburga Black. And it suddenly made you incredibly grateful for the home life you’d had.

Slowly you nodded your head, still unsure of where his sudden interest in the class you both shared came from. But you were happy for the distraction, none-the-less.

“I wouldn’t mind at all. We can meet up in the library on Wednesday,” you said, nodding your head with that same small grin on your face.

“Fantastic.”

You turned your attention away from Regulus, eyes once again subconsciously drawn to the Gryffindor table. Remus’ eyes were already locked on you, the first time all day he’d glanced at you. The barest hint of a frown was on his lips, eyes clouded with emotions you couldn’t decipher. But as soon as he noticed your gaze, he looked away, getting lost in another conversation with his friends.

And you did your best to drown yourself in the conversations around you.

OoO

The parchment crumpled in your closed fist. Another note, begging you to meet with Remus. It was the same nonsense he’d scribbled in the twenty other ones he’d already sent. Pleading for you to give him one last chance with an endless stream of apologies for missing your birthday. But it would just be another discarded note, forgotten in the trash. You didn’t want to hear his apologies, not when they all seemed so fake and vapid. Not when he hadn’t even bothered to approach you in person to speak. Because he was still the same old Remus, too scared of what his friends may think of him dating a Slytherin.

“Y/N!” You paused, head turning at the sound of your name, surprised to see Regulus Black walking to catch up with you. He didn’t run, he was far too dignified for that, but his pace was faster than usual.

“Regulus. How are you?” you asked in a polite tone. It was still awkward interacting with him. He was so nonchalant about everything with eyes that saw right through you, you never knew where you stood.

He quickly caught up to you, and the two of you began to walk down the halls, seamlessly avoiding the dozens of people rushing back and forth between classes. He matched pace with you, despite his much longer legs allowing him to cover more ground. It was a conscious effort to make sure you didn’t have to rush to keep up with him. It was such a small gesture, but appreciated nonetheless.

Remus never cared to keep pace with you. Oftentimes leaving you maintaining a light jog so as to not get left behind.

“I’m doing good today. Classes have been fairly uneventful, although I’m sure that’s subject to change soon. How about you? How has your day been?” Ever a polite and well-mannered noble, Regulus’ words were perfectly articulated. He didn’t speak too loud nor too soft, and his questions invited further conversation without prying.

“Much the same as yours it would seem.”

Messy brown hair and boisterous laughter captured your attention as you opened your mouth to reply to Regulus. Remus and his friends were just ahead of you, being as rowdy as usual. In the midst of laughing, he threw his head back, seemingly without a care in the world. It sent a knife into your chest, opening the wound that just wouldn’t close. He was an expert at looking unbothered, so unlike the pleading letters he’d bombarded you with. It blurred a million lines in your head as you tried to decipher which Remus was real.

‘Did he care or did he not?’

And as he was returning his gaze to Sirius, his eyes met yours. For a brief second, his carefree demeanor changed. His posture grew stiff, eyes somber, and grin regretful. He hesitated, a war raging in his mind. Should he say something or should he not? He wanted to; to run towards you and exclaim to the whole school how much of a prat he’d been to stand you up. To yell it from the rooftops how you made him feel. Yet he stayed still, moving his eyes away from yours. And maybe you were right when you’d called him a coward.

His eyes focused on Regulus Black, standing so close beside you, with a soft grin and attentive eyes. He used to look at you like that. And you used to smile so sweetly and talk so quietly with him. But those days felt like a world away. Jealousy burned inside of him, turning into a monster green with envy. He turned his attention back to Sirius, tempering the flurry of feelings inside of him with a carefree laugh as you walked further down the hallway.

And as you passed by him, purposefully focusing your gaze on Regulus, there was a pang in your heart. You knew you had to do it, the permanent damage he’d managed to do to you a blatant reminder. You just wished you could forget when everything felt like magic. It was only when Remus’ laugh was out of hearing range that you felt like you could fully breathe.

“So I was thinking…” Regulus began to speak, slow enough to allow for your attention to return to him. He was perceptive, easily sensing the tension in your shoulders caused by Remus Lupin. He also saw the way it melted away when he was no longer in your peripherals. “How about we have our study session somewhere other than the library.”

“Oh?” You raised a single brow, head tilted to the side. “Where did you have in mind? Hopefully not the common room. The green lighting is dreadful for reading.”

He breathed out a faint laugh, the noise quiet and demure, so unlike the barking laughter of his brother.

“No, not the common room.” He shook his head, the barest grin dancing on his lips. It was a small change, yet so different from his normally stoic demeanor.

“So where then?”

“Perhaps the grounds? The weather has been surprisingly fair for this time of year. It might be nice to take advantage of it,” he said. His voice was calm and even, a nonchalant air that seemed to encase him. But there were hints of nervousness, a tiny fear of rejection lingering in his tone. You wouldn’t have caught it, if you hadn’t used the same one a million times.

“I would like that very much, actually. We could even bring some food, make a day out of it.” You playfully nudged his shoulders, a soft grin on your lips.

“A day?”

“That is if you want to?” Now it was your turn to be nervous. But the fears were quickly dispelled when he slowly nodded his head.

“I would like that very much.”

“Good, then it’s a plan.” Your smile was contagious, quickly infecting him. And before he could say much else, you gave him a small wave with your hand. You ducked into your next class, sparing him one last glance before disappearing into the other students.

OoO

The library was relatively empty that night. Most of the students were at Hogsmeade, relishing in some freedom away from the school. Meanwhile the kids too young to go off campus opted to linger in the courtyard. The emptiness however, was the main reason you were even in the library. Homework was just an excuse to be alone.

Everything was becoming overwhelming. Everywhere you turned, Remus was there, staring at you with those big brown eyes. It made you want to cave, to run back into his arms, and forgive everything done. To blissfully bury yourself in the delusion that he would ever change. And that was the scary part. You didn’t want to cave. You didn’t want to end up where you’d been last year.

A chair scraped against the floor, the empty chair beside you no longer empty. The subtle smell of musk and chocolate filled your nose. Your body stiffened immediately at the familiar scent. You glanced up from your book, meeting Remus’ eyes.

“Hi,” he said, an easy smile on his face.

You stared at him, silent.

Remus’ smile wavered, eyes nervously glancing around the room.

“Can we talk?”

Again, you didn’t answer. Remus sighed, body slouching as he rested his head on his arms.

“I’ll take that as a no. So I’ll talk and you listen.” he said. “I’m sorry about missing your party. I was about to leave, but then I remembered James, Sirius, Peter and I were planning on going to Diagon Alley and I couldn’t just cancel on them. We’d been planning it for a week and they’d be devastated.” His voice was flippant and nonchalant, as if he merely forgot to meet you for drinks at The Hog’s Head.

“I invited you to my party three months before Christmas break,” you muttered, thickly swallowing the lump in your throat. You refused to meet his gaze, afraid of the indifference and feigned apologies they’d surely be filled with.

“Oh? Really? Shit, sorry. I guess I’d forgotten when you told me the first time,” he said, scratching the side of his head.

The air was awkward and tense, Remus unusually silent as you attempted to busy yourself with your essay.

“But I have your gift,” he said, an attempt to lighten the mood.

“Keep it. I don’t want it,” you said.

“Are you sure? I got it especially for you,” he said.

“I’m sure. Why don’t you just give it to James or Sirius,” you said, shutting the book you’d been referencing.

“Come on, Y/N, don’t be like that,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“I’m not being like anything. I’m offering a solution to your gift problem,” you said. Remus simply scoffed.

“Maybe, but it’s in a real bitchy way,” he said.

You clenched your jaw, knuckles turning white as you formed your hands into fists. Tears pricked in your eyes at his attitude. It was like he didn’t even care.

Remus sighed, watching your reaction with lazy eyes.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have called you a bitch.”

You didn’t speak, causing Remus to sigh for the millionth time.

“Wanna head down to Hogsmeade together? The boys are being lame and don’t want to go,” he asked.

You scoffed, a look of disbelief crossing your face before it returned to its previous stoicism. It seemed you were still second to his friends, further confirming all the promises he’d made were just bullshit.

“I think I’m just going to go,” you said, quiet enough that he couldn’t hear the crack in it. The resolve you’d had was swiftly breaking and the last thing you wanted was to burst into tears right in front of him. You quickly gathered your things, tossing them haphazardly into your bag.

“Here let me--”

“I’ve got it,” you snapped. You slung your bag over your shoulder, rushing away from the table that Remus was still sitting at.

OoO

“Reg, you’re pulling my leg, you have to be!” you exclaimed, laughter bubbling out of your mouth. You leaned forward, lightly smacking his arm. He laughed as well, gray eyes bright as he let his stoic composure crack.

The air was relatively warm, not nearly as biting and harsh as yesterday. The sun was high in the sky, bathing everything below it in shades of yellow and gold. The grass was scratchy, only a thin blanket separating it from your skin. A thick black cardigan you had on was bundled close to your skin, staving off any sudden chills.

“I’m not, I swear to you,” he exclaimed as he laughed.

“How did you make it this far in the class?” you asked, a teasing grin on your lips.

“I don’t even know,” he said. You shook your head and sighed, playfully rolling your eyes.

“Must be the family name,” you said. “Nepotism strikes again.”

He gasped, a look of feigned offense crossing his face. “I resent that.”

“Then do better in class so it’s not true,” you said, raising a single brow at him.

“That’s what you’re for,” he said, nudging you with his shoulder.

“I’m not a miracle worker,” you said, causing Regulus to snort. You set down your textbook, closing it. “Let’s take a break. I’m bored of runes.”

“I won’t argue,” Regulus said. He grabbed a thermos from the basket he’d packed with snacks for your outdoor study session. “Hot chocolate?”

“Yes please,” you said with a bright smile on your face. He grabbed a cup, filling it with hot chocolate that was still steaming hot. Carefully, he passed it off to you. You cupped it with both hands, a contented sigh leaving your mouth.

“Hot chocolate is my absolute favorite,” you said with a dreamy tone.

“I know,” Regulus said. You turned to look at him, head cocked slightly. “Whenever it’s available, you drink at least two cups of it.” He answered your unasked question in a flippant tone. As if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

And maybe it was to everyone. But you had to constantly remind Remus you hated cider and love hot chocolate.

“I guess I’m predictable,” you muttered.

“Or I’m just observant,” he said. You nodded, taking a small sip of your drink. It immediately flooded your body with warmth, staving away any lingering cold from the wind.

“Which reminds me, may I ask you a personal question,” Regulus said, trepidation clinging to his words.

“Sure,” you said, keeping the cup pressed to your lips.

“What happened with you and Remus Lupin?”

Your eyes turned blank as you stared at the blanket. Temporary fog filled your mind at the mention of Remus. You lowered your cup to your lap, trying to form cohesive thoughts.

“I’ve seen the look you used to give him, and he seems to be doing the same since coming back from break. Are you together?” He covered it well, but you could hear a hint of nervousness in his voice.

You shook your head, turning your eyes to Regulus’ face. He was classically beautiful, as if he’d been carved from stone. And you weren’t sure why it’d taken you this long to notice just how attractive he was.

“We were, before break. But then he missed my birthday party,” you said in a quiet voice.

“What a prat,” Regulus said, rolling his eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m assuming no one knew because he didn’t want to tell anyone?”

“Ding ding ding,” you said with a weak grin on your face. You sighed, slouching in defeat. “I’m pathetic, I know.”

“You’re not pathetic. You were in love. He was just the wrong guy,” Regulus said. Tentatively, he placed a hand on your shoulder. When you didn’t flinch or pull away, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling your lip body into his side. Happily, you rested your head against his shoulder.

“Thank Reg,” you said.

“Reg?” he asked.

“Regulus can be a mouthful so I shortened it.”

Regulus took a small breath, the barest hint of melancholy on his face. “That’s what Sirius used to call me.”

You looked up, eyes wide, afraid you’d offended him with unwanted memories. “I didn’t know. I can call you something else?”

“No, I like it.” The melancholy washed away from his expression, soft eyes focused on you. It made your heart start to flutter, a light feeling overcoming your body.

“So you and Lupin broke up. Did he get the memo?” Regulus asked. You sighed, rolling your eyes, taking a sip of your hot chocolate.

“I’m not sure. He hasn’t stopped sending me pathetic letters and following me everywhere I go,” you said. “He tried to talk to me yesterday in the library, and he just doesn’t get it. He doesn’t seem to understand how he hurt me.”

“That’s not a shock. The prat has no tack.” His grip tightened around you, keeping your body close to his. “None of those bloody idiots do, least of all my brother.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Neither of you spoke for a few moments, relishing under the warm glow of the sun. The more time spent with Regulus, the less Remus filled your mind. All the memories you’d held so tightly melted away. Eventually, there was nothing in your mind. Just the euphoric buzz of being so close to him.

“I’m sorry he did that, but I’m happy you aren’t with him anymore. You deserve better.” His words were soft, and if not for your closer proximity, you probably wouldn’t have heard. You look up, tracing his profile with your eyes.

“Thanks Reg.”

OoO

The air was cold that night. Wind whipped against your face, blowing your hair behind you. It was soothing, drying any remnants of your tears. Another night spent crying in your bed. You were growing tired of it, of feeling so sad. Frustrated that you still cared so much about a man who didn’t care half as much as you did. He bread crumbed you, and you allowed it. Embarrassment and shame burned inside you every time you so much as reminisced on your time with Remus.

You created the version of him that lived in your mind, let down by the startling reality of who he truly was. And when you stepped off the cliff, expecting him to catch you only to land on solid ground, there was no one else to blame but yourself.

“I was hoping you’d be here.”

You stiffened, eyes narrowing as your lips dipped into a frown. You didn’t turn, hopeful that simply ignoring his presence would make him leave.

“I’m not going to leave, if that’s what you’re hoping for.” Like he could read your mind, he knew that exact tactic you were using. And like most times, he saw right through you.

“What do you want?” you asked, voice barely heard over the raging wind.

“To talk,” he said and then sighed. “And to properly apologize. I’m sorry for missing your party.”

You took a deep breath. That day was fresh in your mind, lingering like a ghost you’d never be able to shake. Slowly, careful to not show how badly you were shaking, you turned, lips pressed in a thin line to keep them from quivering.

“There’s nothing to apologize for.” Your voice was tight, containing the storm brewing inside of you.

“Then why have you been ignoring me?”

“Because. I don’t want to be with you anymore,” you said, holding your head high.

“What?”

“I said I don’t want to be with you anymore, Remus,” you repeated, louder this time, and with more confidence.

“Don’t say that,” he muttered, desperation in his eyes. But you couldn’t bring yourself to feel bad. All he had to do was show up, and he couldn’t even do that. All his pain did was make you more furious. After everything he did to you, all the hurt he inflicted on you, and he still thought he had a right to you. As if he could understand even an ounce of the pain you’d felt.

“Why not? It’s the truth,” you said in a bitter tone. It stung, all the sleepless nights you’d wasted on him. It was like you could finally see clearly after years of being blind. “This is what you wanted, right?”

He shook his head, tears forming in his eyes. They made his eyes glisten like a million stars.

“No, why would you even think that?” he asked, voice thick with sadness.

“Maybe because you missed my birthday!” Your voice suddenly grew louder, all the speeches you’d recited over and over again in your head pouring out of your mouth.

“And I’m sorry--”

“No, you don’t get to apologize and think that’ll fix everything! It was the bare minimum Remus, the bar was literally in Hell. I let you breadcrumb me for a fucking year. I let you treat me like shit, coming and going as you pleased. And whenever you’d come back, I’d be there with open arms, accepting every apology. I knew you wouldn’t change and you didn’t mean a word you’d said, but I still let you. Because I thought I loved you. But that wasn’t love, none of that was love.” You laughed, the sound as cold and bitter as the winter winds.

“You loved me?” His voice was dumbfounded, eyes wide as he had all but forgotten what the conversation was even about.

“Did you not hear a word I’d said,” you asked. “I did.”

“Then you’d have heard what I just said. That wasn’t love, Remus, even if what I felt was real to me.”

“It was real to me too!” he exclaimed, voice cracking about a million times. Tears were falling from his eyes, creating patterns on the stone floor. His lip was quivering and his nose sniffled.

“Bullshit!” you yelled back. “You’d break my heart in the blink of an eye, and then expect me to just move on from it.”

“It was a mistake,” he said, moving to step towards you, arms outstretched. Every step he took forward, you took back.

“I’m not just talking about the birthday. I’m talking about literally everything. From the beginning of this thing, it was never about me. It was always on your terms; what you thought, what you wanted, where you wanted to go. I always took a fucking backseat.”

“I didn’t know you felt that way.” His voice was quieter this time, as if his brain had already given up, but his stubborn heart refused.

“I shouldn’t have to spell it out for you, Remus. Anyone could see that I was miserable, even if they didn’t know why. So don’t tell me you didn’t know how miserable you made me. You just never thought to ask because I wasn’t a person to you,” you said, spitting venom as you unleashed every scribbled word in your journal. And that seemed to spark something inside him. His eyes widened a fraction, then turned to steel as his lips downturned into a frown.

“Oh that’s ridiculous and you know it.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes and shaking his head.

“But it’s not. I was an accessory to you, a shining jewel you could keep on your arm. It really makes me wonder what version of me you’d created in your head. Because clearly it wasn’t rooted in reality.”

“Oh give me a break, it’s not that deep, Y/N,” Remus said, eyes narrowed at you. “And don’t sit there and try to pin everything that went wrong on me. It takes two to tango.”

You licked your teeth and crossed your arms. By this point you were seething.

“I know that. I went along with it, and I’m to blame for that in my own way. But I’ve learned. And now I know that you’ll never actually put me first. It’ll always be about you.”

Remus tilted his head, eyebrows raising towards his hairline.

“Because I missed your birthday party? I tried to make it up to you but you never answered me?”

Disbelief was painted on your face, clear for anyone to see. You could figure out when he had become so unreasonable. Or maybe he always was and this was the first time you’d noticed.

“It’s not just about the party. It’s the principle of it, Remus. You missed something so important to me, something you knew was important to me, showed me just how much you cared.”

“I get that--” “No you don’t! Because just five seconds ago you were trying to convince me it wasn’t a big deal.”

“You didn’t let me finish!” Remus shouted back.

“And I’m not going to. There’s nothing else to discuss. We’re done. And that’s final.”

Neither of you spoke. Standing still, at the top of the Astronomy Tower, you both watch each other. The atmosphere is tense, your heart pumping with adrenaline. You’d finally told Remus exactly how you felt, and it’d felt even better than you could’ve thought.

You took a deep breath, holding your chin high as you felt your pride bloom. You were finally putting back the pieces of who you’d been before Remus.

Remus scoffed, shaking his head and looking away from your sharp eyes. His straight posture slackened as he slightly hunched.

“So what, now you’re gonna go date future Death Eater Regulus. Real winner there, Y/N,” he muttered under his breath. Your face twisted into a scowl at the mention of Regulus. ‘

“Don’t you talk about him like you know him. You know nothing at all,” you snapped.

“What? It’s true, he’ll go off and follow in daddy’s footsteps,” he snarked.

“I’m not doing this,” you said. You scoffed, walking towards the exit, back turned to Remus.

“Doing what?” he called after you.

“Fighting with you over something that has nothing to do with you! I’m done talking to you, Lupin. Never talk to me again,” you said, whirling around, a death glare pointed at him. And before he could react, you stopped down the stairs to return to your common room.

As your footsteps echoed in the dark hall, nothing but darkness, your companion, a wide grin formed on your lips. You couldn’t suppress it, no matter how hard you tried. A weight had finally been lifted off your chest, like you’d been underwater and finally managed to break the surface. You’d finally rid yourself of the cursed cycle that Remus Lupin caught you in. You should’ve been devastated. You should’ve been screaming and crying. Equal part mortified and seething that you’d wasted so much time and energy on him.

And yet…

You felt like you were finally clean.

OoO

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[all-about-seggs]

┗ Love- Lies- Bleeding

Pairing - Geto Suguru x Virgin!reader

Word count- 4.8 K

Warnings - Gaslighting, Corruption kink, snuff (not graphically depicted) and then reincarnation, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, adding blasphemy kink just to be safe.

A/n- Geto isn't a yandere here but it's Villan! Geto we're talking about so I think his actions are pretty in line with his current canon! Personality. Though a bit delusional. This is by FAR the longest thing I've ever written.

The gray cobblestones stretching across the shrine clicked against your thick wodden sandles, the quaintness of the place only making it seem unnaturally loud. It's was a regular autumn morning, which soon turned into noon as you felt the bright sun shining right on top of your head.

Having finished your morning tasks you were returning to the main shrine where the senior priestess would give you further things to do. Just the thought of more work non stop made you sigh at your monotonous shrine maiden lifestyle but as you lamented you heard footsteps behind you, the sound of which same as that of your own.

"Hey!.....", You turned around to see your little sister huffing as she catches up to you,

" y/n! He's here again!," The implications of her words made your face heat up, sure you were still a bit green and naive, but you made sure to discreet when it came to 'looking' at that one particular man that always seem to stand out among the hoards of faceless people you saw visiting the shrine everyday.

"How many times have I told you not to phrase it like that! You'll get me in trouble with the priestess!", Scrambling to get yourself together you retort sharply.

"Oh come on! Youre the one who used to stare at him from a distance like a lovesick teenager! Atleast now you're talking to him like a normal person", In terms of liveliness the sound of your back and forth was the only thing the place had.

"Watch it! If someone hears you we'll both get scolded", gently warning her again you find yourself turning back to where she came from. The other part of the premises where the peculiar man would be standing, as usual, in all his serene beauty, on the brigde overlooking the small lake.

A man in traditional Japanese cloths that you rarely see anyone wearing these days came to your shrine everyday, without fail for the past month. Everything from his attire to his elegant long hair left you in a trance and your eyes would naturally follow him.

Something about the fact how he'd always come here but never to pray or wish striked you as odd so at first you just observed and even before completely wrapping the situation around your head you two started sharing numerous conversations of the huge world that was right outside but so far away from your reach, his words fuelled the budding curiosity in your heart, the vastness of which made your trips to the lake, the most refreshing part of your otherwise monotonous daily routine.

Even if all you did was talk, a 'supposidly' demure maiden working in a shrine, skipping on her duties and rushing to the other side of the ginormous area to see a man felt almost elicit, scary even when you consider the consequences that would come if you were to get found out. The charisma his every action held was beyond resistance and you soon found yourself enraptured by the male despite everything.

"This is so pointless" you huffed, smiling out of self pity to hide the more frustrating emotions twirling within you.

"Yet you do it everyday", with a small nudge from her elbow you made your way straight to the lake, forgetting about your obligations as a shrine maiden, the responsibilities, the restrictions and all inhibitions put upon you in the name of god.

With quick steps you soon found yourself at the base of the curved brigde,

"Good afternoon Mr. Geto", your greeting came out in a rush, trying to ignore the warmth of your face, but your attempts at hiding your flustered state didn't go unnoticed by the man in front of you.

" Seems like you've been having quite a hectic day", smiling in his usual serene way Geto gracefully turns his head in your direction.

" Not any more than usual", calming your erratic heartbeat you slowly close the distance between the two of you and stand beside him on the arch of the bridge.

" It's really nice here", He remarked, his eyes sweeping across the tiny fishes swimming near the surface of the lake. You stared at him for a little while before finally asking the one thing that drew you to him the most.

" I always wondered, why do you come here everyday if you don't even want to go to the main shrine to pray?. Surely it's not just for this scenery."

" Hmmm? Pray for what?", Not particularly moved by your question he quizzically tilt his head.

"Well.....you know, the usual, success in job, finding a significant other or maybe even something materialistic? Although I doubt you're interested in the last one", you laugh a little to take the edge off your slightly personal question.

"Dreams come true through steadily applied efforts not praying", with his sage like appearance, his words didn't came off as a shock.

"Not the best thing to say to a shrine maiden but I guess it's somewhat true", Quipping back you just looked at him with a smile, silently revelling on your familiarity with each other.

"What about you? You never look like you're having fun while working here.... As if you're the one who's not satisfied with you're job" His voice took a more serious note and asked the question you always tried to push away but for the first time, you felt safe. Safe in talking about things what most people around you would call blasphemy.

"Yeah well, I wouldn't say it's my life's calling. It's basically following the ideals that has been written by others and just blindly following them day in and day out", just as you finished your sentence you realised how shallow and sad you just sounded but the slightly widened eyes of Geto was what made you mentally kick yourself before you hastily try to smooth things over.

" But! It's not that bad! Once you get used to-", after a few lighthearted words to clear the heavy atmosphere that was building up you were cut off with one long finger hovering just above your lips.

" It's okay, you don't have to worry about being judged with me", not touching your lips he quickly retreats his hand back,

"It's only natural to question your ideals and beliefs when you actually start thinking about them, it's a proof of growing up. I can say it was the same for me as well, I had thought I'd spend my whole life sequestered in 'that' place but...." His gaze takes on a far off quality as his words fade.

"What changed then?", Without even knowing why, you urged him to continue.

"Well, I grew up and realised mine were just idealistic views, far from practical."

"Wait! How old are you now?!", Unable to ignore your budding curiosity you went on,

With a soft flick to your cheek he snorted in amusement, his low baritone made you recognise your own rudeness as you rub the non existent pain off of your face.

"It's not polite to ask strangers their age, regardless of their gender, young lady".

"I'm sorry! It's just, your answer...... Was kinda vague so...." Trailing off, the fact that he didn't owed you any explanations dawned on you making you stop. But the sudden halt in your unabashed questioning didn't go unnoticed by the long haired man so he continued, as if reading your thoughts.

"Everyone's entitled to act idiotically every once in a while but you sure are abusing your privilege", he went on, after a few words of sass.

" It took a while but, I soon discovered my true feelings about the world I lived in and how I wanted to change it", The unshakeable conviction of his voice reverberated through your ears and there seemd to be more to the hint of darkness in his downcast eyes, but further questions left your brain as you felt genuine resolve through his words.

Before you could process what's happening, Geto pulled you in close, resting his hands on either side of the brigde railings, caging you inbetween the low wall and his body.

"How about we run away to a better world together?", not waiting for you to protest he spoke. The words falling from his lips were casual enough to make you overlook the outrageousness of their meaning and your oddly intimate position did nothing to stop your brain from short circuiting.

"The decision is yours y/n but I'll be waiting anyway," his voice seems to trail a little before he bends down, his thin lips ghosting over your right ear, " you see, I hate it when even the good gets destroyed along with the bad", with that he quickly pulles his body back, letting you have your personal space again.

"I'll come back here at 8 'o' clock tonight",

After announcing that smoothly, he turns his back away and walks off to the exit, leaving you gob smacked at his confusing words.You watch him saunter off, still to awestruck to move when you finally take a note of your own unsteady breaths and face that radiated heat rivaling the sun atop.

" Who would- even go along with that crazy idea", your meek words get lost in the now empty place but the longing in your eyes to see what lied beyond your conservative lifestyle was as clear as the autumn sky hanging above.

You turn your back on the place and jog off in an effort to escape your own complicated feelings on the matter. His casually spoken words clawed at your heart, an entire different life was just one step away and it was shocking to even you how much trust you were subconsciously putting in every single word he says.

The conflicting thoughts in your head kept you busy the entire walk from the bridge to at the door of the only home you had known for so many years and never once your feet held such hesitation as you entered the building to continue the tasks you had left behind for the momentary change you craved so much.

The evening passed by in a flash, the thumping of your heart only getting louder with each passing hour. You just got out of your bath and were getting ready to help with dinner when you heard two voices coming form one of the senior priestess's room

"I saw her talking to a man, he didn't looked like a -", their words weren't clear but one thing was. Their topic of discussion was you.

"No he was wearing a hakama", it was getting harder and harder to breath with every second. If they were to tell that to your other supervisors then it would become very difficult for you to live here.

"So he could be from a neighbouring temple, maybe just asking about something general?"

"But weren't they standing too close?"

Listening in from behind the door all you could make out was that they clearly saw you and Geto, but one thing was certain. You were about to be very strictly reprimanded for just having curiosity.

Before you could even think up of some excuses to get yourself out of this mess the previous offer of his night time rendezvous flashed in your mind. It got you thinking, if you were going to be made to stay under supervision for a while anyway then the least you could do was to meet Geto one more time so as to let him know that his idea was indeed crazy and that life wasn't that easy for you to give up on everything you've done until now just on a whim.

You couldn't exactly get to a proper conclusion, sure leaving seemed like the better option but the fact that you'll be heavily dependent on Geto for everything didn't sit will with you either. It's not like you had any other skills or connections and even if he said he'd take you with him, you weren't fully ready to trust him on that. Why would you? It's not like you two were connected or related in any way.

The meeting time was approaching fast and since it's dinner time soon most of the girls would be around the dining area to help. It was the perfect opportunity to slip out unnoticed and come back after explaining things to the kind person who brought a few extra colors in your dull life.

Shakily you made you way to the back door, knowing full well you're about to commit another offense.

In a few minutes you reached the bridge, it was empty right now, indicated that your are ether early or that maybe Geto was actually just messing with you and oddly enough you felt your stomach drop at the thought of the second option.

But before you could overthink out the negative options you sense eyes on your back and whirl around to see a happy looking Geto strutting towards you.

" I take it you have decided to entrust yourself to me?", Greeting you with his self assured words he smiles amicably at you.

" Actually- I've decided to not leave", you say, with both sadness and regret in your voice.

He listenes to you in silence, his face doesn't look convinced no matter how much you explain but he never interrupts you until you're finished.

" So, Is that what you really want? To rot in a place which binds you to unnecessary obligations?", He blankly says, after you're done.

"It's only natural to lose something in order to attain greater things y/n", steping in your personal space again he peers at you face, his eyes were slited enough to hide their true intentions yet leaving just enough space for the moonlight to give them an otherworldly glow.

His beautiful face just centimetres away from yours and before you can finish he grabs you by the chin and delivers a mind blowing kiss.

This wasn't good for your heart. Your previous resolve was melting, just like the rest of you. Geto quickly slipped his hot tongue inside your mouth, exploring every nook and cranny of it.

"Why are you going so far?", You ask, still not entirely convinced.

" Because we are the same, that's why I know what you want and I can give that to you. So trust me okay?", A few seconds pass as you both stare into each other, when you finally heave a sigh of defeat.

" I do want more than just a life of modesty,", having changed you decision yet again you look up at the man in a renewed resolve.

"That's my girl!", Almost excitedly he envelopes you in a warm hug,

"Well y/n? How exactly do you want to celebrate your new found freedom? ", giving his words a suggestive tone he leaned forward to press his lips against your ear, placing light kisses up and down its lobe.

A surge of heat runs through your confounded heart, voice raspy as you reply " Ofcourse I want to do it with you", the snickering above you made you realise the innuendo your words held,

" I meant the celebration! It as in the CELEBRATION OKAY?!", Frantically, you push against his chest to break your embrace, trying to explain the simple meaning behind your previous words but even so, you'd be lying to yourself if you said that the thought of sleeping with him never crossed your mind.

The unmarried virgin criteria you had to fulfill in order to be a shrine maiden was in the past now. So you couldn't find any reason to hold back now.

" I'd be an honor," Geto's melodious voice reverberated through the entire room and you whip your head upwards to look for the confirmation you needed.

With minimal amount of words Geto took you to a near by cottage, saying he atleast wanted your first time to be in a proper place. You thought he was staying at just a room in that cottage but it turned out he had rented the entire place.

For you, it was quite a luxurious thing, while it was something you'd love to revel in, you had other, more important matters to give your attention too.

With a soft click, Geto opens the bedroom door and ushers you in, you breathing coming out irregular, and you were almost shaking in both excitement and nervousness.

What if he doesn't like how I look like naked? Would he like it better if I had shaved? Wait- I hope I'm not wearing my ugly panties today!. While you were freting the small details, the long haired man quietly made his way towards the bed, where you sat, buring his face at the crook of your neck as his arms wrap themselves around you.

"White suites you",His voice rumbled in your ears, his tone as smooth and sweet as honey when he slipped his hand inside the collar of your top, parting the neatly tucked fabric until your chest was exposed. The sudden contact with the air and his hands made your nipples perk up. He fondles them a little while kissing up your neck and shoulders.

Slowly he undos the cloth belts that tied your red hakama to place and eventually you feel them loosen up and then down to the ground, leaving you in just your open white kosode.

Being so exposed in front of a man and that too for the first time made you instinctively cover your chest and crotch, but it was pointless really, because even your hands couldn't hide the dampness of your panties from the sharp eyes that seems to look straight through your meek attempt at modesty.

"Come on, show me everything", his eyes met yours, all attention on you and it was almost disconcerting how vulnerable his eyes made you feel.

Felling a warm rush of blood to your face, you slowly loosen the grip of your hands around your body, letting Suguru pry them off until they rested limply on your sides. Slowly you lie down flat on your back, shyly looking away.

"Getting embarrassed is fine, but there's no need to hid yourself, It's only natural to want to look at your lover's body",He says it with such low, sweet, seduction that your toes curl in response, the word 'lover' ringing in your ears sent your heart in a frenzy.

Slipping the rest of your garments off of your shoulders he gently kisses your ear, licking the contours of your jaw and all the way to the hollow of your throat. His mouth nibbed at the skin beneath as his smooth tongue caressed the marks it left behind.

Soon he latched his lips onto on of your nipples, his teeth grazing the hardened tips pulled a few moans out of you, his long hair tickled your skin wherever they fell and it took everything in you to stop yourself from grabbing onto them.

Moving lower, he soon reached your pussy, already dripping with arousal. You felt his breath on your folds as spreaded them with one of his hand and gave the smooth space inbetween a long lick.

Sucking on your clit with fervor, his arms around your hips traced it's dips and curves as he delves deeper into your moistened sex. Your moans were inevitable at this point, the feeling his mouth in the most intimate part of your body was making you shiver in ecstasy but as soon as he brought his hand near your hole you felt your thighs clench.

"Don't worry I'll only use one finger at a time to get you all nice and ready for later" Gentle reassurances flowed naturally out of his mouth as he covers his fingers in your slick before spreading your pussy more.

His digits push past your folds and buries themselves deep into your throbbing pussy, the sensation of being penetrated both new and arousing. Geto slowing moves his finger in and out as his tongue latches on to your clit again.

The sensations of being licked and fingered together intermingled in your body, bringing you closer to your release in no time. Although it was a good thing you didn't wanted to end it so quickly. He was undeniably good with his hands, knowing when exactly to add another finger or when to curl or rub them inside.

Maybe it's because it was your first time but the onslaught of your orgasm leaves you shaking and moaning wildly in the most unladylike ways you have ever acted. It was embarrassing how much you ended up enjoying while Geto did all the work.

Though he pushes you to your limit you can't help but want to watch his every movement, anticipation building inside you when he raises his head and props himself on his knees to get a better look at your blissed out face. You let out a sigh of longing as he bought his glistening digits to near your face as a proof of you how good he made you feel.

" I'm glad you like it honey", his voice dangerously seductive, he licks his fingers just as erotically, making you embarrassed.

" Let's move onto the part where you cum on my cock now shall we?", His crudeness may have been shocking but right now all you cared about was the cumming part so you let him manhandle your throbbing form until he properly lines himself up against your hole.

Suguru didn't removed his cloths fully, just loosened his hakama just enough to whip his member out.

" Deep breaths now y/n", his gentle guiding eased your mind, and so you relax your body to take him in because even if it's your first time, you were pretty sure he was big enough to make anyone ache.

A warm tingling pain tears through your core which soon mealted into something more euphoric, unbearably good even, making you cry out in ecstasy. He filled you up to the brim and you wondered how bad it will ache tomorrow. As soon as he bottomed out in you, the entire aura of the person about you changed and the room felt like it dropped a few degrees in temperature.

It was not what you'd expected as your first time. Not the painfully rough speed he started with. Not the large hand around your neck that threatened to cut off your air supply. And certainly not the cold, detached look in his face.

Even when your breathing was getting shallower by the second you still writhed in pleasure. It was alarming as to how much you were willing to entrust your entire self to Suguru who was nothing if not composed, keeping his hand firmly around your neck while thrusting his member in and out of your pussy, fucking you like some sort of rag doll.

Long gone was the mild mannered person you looked up at with heart eyes, maybe he was just different in bed, that's what you wanted to tell yourself but the lack of consent and the level of his roughness kept you from doing so.

He eventually let go of your neck, only to flip you on your stomach and shoved his cock inside from an even deeper angle. He didn't let you tap out until you came twice, with your third orgasm approaching just as fast.

The sumptuous heat from his body lingers on yours for sometime even after he pulls himself out

And you felt that the longer you stayed in his embrace, the more darkness seeped into you which would surely make you go numb eventually

You wanted to ask Geto what was happening but a few broken screams were the only thing you could make out, everything was sudden, how the pain made your vision go white to then pitch black and as your consciousness left your body all you could hear was Geto's calm voice.

" Next time you wake up, well be in a better world"

The few rustling sounds of fabric brought you back to the waking world, the dark blue skies outside with flashes of gold inbetween told you it was just the crack of dawn.

You slowly prop yourself up in a sitting position to look around the unfamiliar room.

You catch your reflection in the nearby window next to your bed, you looked the same save for the few indecipherable marks here and there.

" Good morning y/n", Quickly looking at your right, you see Geto just walking out of the bath, his mascular form only covered by a thin cottan kimono.

He was behaving normally, as if the events of last night didn't happen. So normally that you were starting to think you may have hallucinated the whole thing.

Walking towards your sitting form, Geto bends down to cup your jaw and layers his mouth on yours, the scent of his shampoo tingling your senses almost made you forget about everything else.

He breaks the kiss, gazing at your downcasted eyes, the heat from your face made him chuckle.

"Quite an innocent reaction considering all the things we've done", he smirks triumphantly at you, his eyes a mix of dark but intense passion. All the things huh. You thought. Your mind was still in a haze and it was talking longer to process your words and thoughts.

"What happened last night?, I can't remember everything properly", you were expecting straight answers, that how did you passed out or where you exactly were right now but Geto seemed to go off on his own tangent.

You were just like my past self,", were, he said. As if you're something else now. The man in front of you was changing his colors faster than you could comprehend his words and it was terrifying you.

"That's why it's my duty to show you everything that life has to offer, the entire extent of it. As long as you stay by my side.", Not paying an ounce of attention to your shocked state he want on,

" The people you were staying with before were only going to confuse you further, that's why I had to take you away".

"You are the most free and safest at my side, darling. But if you still want your preistess life back then, I'll be your god and you can spend the rest of your life worshipping me instead"

Of course, he didn't saw you as an equal who could stand beside him, you weren't even his lover, just someone below him who he needed to worship the ground he walked upon in. But even so, the fear you experienced just a few minutes ago dissipated, bringing back the curiosity that was at its height whenever he was around.

"Were you lonely?",Geto's eyes trailed up and down your face which halted in their track after hearing your words which oddly resembled pity.

" What-", the previously composed and slitted eyes expanded a little before his expression abruptly shifts, turning serious, making you flinch under its sharp gaze, the animosity that surrounded him contrasted with the previous tender kisses and touch.

With his one large hand he grabbed your face from the base of your jaw, painfully lifting it up until your entire body was a few centimetres above the surface of the bed.

" Listen up y/n, I didn't brought you here to dote on you and the only reason I wiped out your silly little shrine because I can't stand hypocrites who spread false teachings written by equally hypocritical people. It was your job to worship things you couldn't see before and now you have to do the same job for someone you can see. That's. All."

"Ofcourse, leaving isn't an option.I've turned your body into a reincarnated curse. If any of the Jujutsu tech people caught you roaming around, it'll be instant exorcism for you." He lets go of your face and sits next to your form, Geto was quite for a while, giving you time to sort out your own feelings on the matter.

You knew what was happening now. Inbetween those conceited words flashes of the warm blooded man behind the god slipped out and you had to resist the overwhelming urge to comfort the person who just confessed to have burnt down the shire you were living in just until a few days ago. Maybe your thought process was altered just like the rest of you body, or maybe you were always this crazy too.

The source of your sympathy was unknown but the twisted obsession of his was provided you with more solid answers.

Your meeting, the conversations, how you eloped together. All of it made sense now. He wanted to save you from the oppressive state of the place you had spend most of your life in, ofcourse he would. He was thinking of you in ways no one ever had. He loved you in ways no one ever will, or could for that matter.

And you,

You loved him too. You had to.

[cryptiql]

untitled god song

pairing: bakugou/m!reader (trans reader in mind you can see it if you squint but can also be read as cis)

words: 2k

warnings: themes of religious trauma, homophobia, mentions of blood, the author projecting their mommy issues

a/n: this is purely self indulgent, don't mind me 😩✋ (written in first person)

i wish i had known him before the pain started. perhaps it is a fools dream to think that his presence would have solved anything, and it is likely that he might blown me sky high at the time, if given the chance, but i often ponder his place in my narrative. he is nothing less than a king—nay, a god—and what else am i to be except his humble servant, adoring him in the only way i've been taught?

i would bruise my knees as i kneel for him, and should he turn me away, i shall be lost and without purpose. but he does not, and instead, he snorts out a laugh and pulls me to my feet, roughly squeezing my cheeks together with a shit-eating grin. he'll tell me a joke i've heard a thousand times, and yet i laugh with him anyways, the pads of my fingers idly tapping the pulse on his wrists.

"dumbass, at least take me out to dinner first."

i never thought i'd ache to hear such a demeaning nickname, but it's like birdsong to my ears, and i long for the myriad of butterflies it provokes.

i would heed his every word like a faithful disciple, and—if i knew he would not use this power for the wrong reasons—carry it out without question. he'll roll his eyes at the notion, far too prideful at the idea of being praised, and card hands through my hair, gripping softly. "right. and if i told you to go to bed before five in the morning, would you listen?"

my smiles are genuine, as they all are with him.

"no." i wish my mother had been more open-minded; more loving to those she claimed were goners. maybe then, i could still call her my mother, and not a snarled version of her first name steeped in vinegar. maybe she could have met him, and maybe she would have keeled over in the process, but that is how we put it "killing two birds with one stone".

he was a fallen angel if ever i saw one—emblazoned in smog and ravenous inferno, the pieces of child-like innocence turning to ash. something happened to him when he was a kid, just as all gifted children, and oh, what a fool i was to let my gaze dawdle on his gorgeous form. but i will never regret it—no, not ever—for there is no such feeling that can compare to his eyes on mine, burning with a mind-fogging intensity.

it was instantaneous, the moment my thoughts turned on me with malicious intent, her voice ringing out like a gunshot.

you'll never be him.

his hand slots with mine perfectly; deliciously warm and comforting in a way i haven't felt in years; and hauls me up, the flecks of dirt and rubble from the road clinging to my jeans.

"watch it, pretty boy. i won't always be here to save you, y'know."

my heart batters against my ribs like a caged bird, screeching and wailing to be set free, and i wonder in a haze if i've died. judgement day must have come early, i think, not realizing that it was spoken aloud until the blonde quirks a brow inquisitively. he does not speak on the matter, but continues on his merry way, leaving my helpless; hopelessly enamored; and praying that we will meet again.

no, i could never be him. but i am like him. he has a sureness in his walk and fervor in the way he talks that is only recognizable when i look in the mirror. and we do meet again. it is a shame, however, that i must burden him with the weight of my past. i remember too often the troubles of my youth, even when all has passed into fleeting memories that haunt me as ghosts do to an abandoned house. yet, i still live in this house, and the ghosts are here to keep me company.

i remember the church, first and foremost; nestled between the barren country road and the outback; a beacon of hope to all those who stood in its doors. the luster of freshly polished wood still sits in my mind, accompanied by the echoing remnants of dulcet tones and multicolored bands of light, glaring from the stained glass windows and dancing across the musty carpet floor. the doddering pews were just as uncomfortable as the poorly padded chairs squatting in the front row, but every sunday, they were filled to the brim with hungry worshippers. they sang praise as though they were starved, but i was too young to understand for what. i am older now, and i still don't understand. all i know is that despite its reputation, the church was a cursed place, and i should never set foot in it again lest i go mad. i remember the creaking stairs which lead downstairs, and the winding halls that reeked of torment where shadows loomed. the paint was corroding and foul, and my conscious always loitered too long on the merlot stain on the ceiling; its origin unknown, but nevertheless urging my stomach to twist with nausea.

i remember the feeling of tall grass grazing my ankles; itching horribly from the old moth-eaten socks i was forced to wear. it had become second nature—running and hiding from my problems, from the church, from her. i shall never know a greater animosity than the likes that my mother encouraged, although unintentionally, with her pressuring views and sickeningly sweet smile. it's fake, and i would know, because ours are the same.

we are too similar, and i am sickened by the fact. will i become the wretched woman she is? will i fail to be the father i've dreamt of being? it is an easy thing to fall prey to haunting questions, and it serves as brain rot for every moment of silence that leaves me clawing at my skin, trying to reap the memory of her touch. then i began to think—about nothing and everything—and it does not stop. i will be kind; unforgivingly so, and without biased judgement; like my mother never was, and i'll make her hate me for it. i will grow in leaps and bounds, not for her sake or for god's, but for mine, as it always should have been. i will drink and curse with reckless abandon and kiss who i damn well please, because in no life does she have have the power to make me something i'm not. why should i feel sorry when the tears she wept were forged by my own blood; by the childhood memories locked away to rot in my subconscious? yes, she has suffered too, but it is through clenched teeth and raw-bitten lips that i must confess this, for her suffering was born in me and grew from a seedling into a thorned flower, nourished by her hatred and mine. she'll tell me the lie of all mothers before her: that she knows best, and i'll never know joy that is not from my savior's gracious hands.

one day, when she lies not with words but in silence, under worm-filled earth and withering pastures, i'll tell her that she was right. i'll tell her, with his hand in mine, that my savior arrived with hellfire in his eyes and fury unrelenting. his tongue holds venom that would make the devil blush, but he tastes of a sinful sweetness that i've drowned in more times than i care to count.

mother you should know, my god is like no other. he has a broad chest and muscles, i attest, that are sculpted like fine marble and smooth to the test.

my god is a man who loves other men, unashamedly; in all that is true; and kisses me like real people do. and i know it sounds silly, and a bit cliché, and he'd surely make a mockery of me if ever he heard, but i love him. i love him as passionately as you she does lord above, and it is a crime in itself how much i crave him, so yes, i will burn for this—not because my mother said so or by the ancient script that foretells it, but because i promise it. i promise to let neither hell or high water deter me from that which gives me life, and i'll do so with a ring.

"you hear that mom?" i'll whisper in the dead of night, his body flushed against mine in the most delightful way; his fingers curled into my nightshirt, pulling me closer as listless mumbles fall from his parted lips. he is dead to the world amid his dream ridden stupor, but still leans into my touch when i smooth back the wild tufts of hair to kiss his forehead.

"i'm gonna marry him." part of me wishes she didn't live on the other side of the planet, just so i could rub it in her face, but i won't give her the satisfaction of seeing me again. i won't let her think she's won, because i know, and katsuki knows, that he and i are one in the same.

i do not know who i should thank for my stubbornness, be it my mother or my father, so i will thank the pain they both caused me, for it made me stronger than they ever could. no, i did not become a better person, because the scars have yet to heal from how deep they cut, and the smell of blood still lingers, and i am angrier than i once was, but i cherish my wounds. the stench of my agony has long since been subdued, and i have learned to swallow the sickness it evokes. and yes, this anger is unhealthy and i've chosen not to purge it from my mind like the weed it is, but how lucky am i to have found one whose malice rivals my own?

the tales of his glory have littered my notebooks in smudged ink. you would hate him, is scrawled messily on the last page, but i only feel giddy with excitement. you would hate him for his spite and his unapologetic behavior, and that is why he's perfect. he's everything you hate about this world, but everything i love.

so when she gets to heaven and asks the angels "why?", they'll tell her it was him who made the devil cry. him, who held me like she should have—could have, if she hadn't terrified me—and who chased the nightmarish visions of her from my weary mind with his callous palms and soft-spoken reassurances. i wish i had known him when we were young; when things were not so simple and i needed a hand to hold; but i suppose we'll have to settle for faded photographs and stories told through the bitter aroma of alcohol. that's more than enough, i muse to myself, legs hooked over his as i rest my head on his shoulder, keening softly at the gentle scrape of his nails on my scalp. his arms wind around my waist as he mutters something along the lines of "i love you", his lips curling into a smile, illuminated by the televisions glow.

so when they ask of my religion, i will think of only him. i will recall the way he looks at me, the sound of my name on his tongue, the feeling of his lips trailing between the valley of my breast; featherlight, cautious and unfitting for a man of his nature. i've written songs of praise, all dedicated to him, and if only he knew, oh how smug he would be. but i love him, i love him, i love him. and when he spins me around like a marionette, it is with overwhelming pride and joy that i tell him this, and with rose hued cheeks and bashful grumbles, he tells me the same. so mother, wherever you are, i hope you know i've found my god.

[mudstoneabyss]

I MEWNT TO SENT THIS EARLIER for the description prompt Kevin 12 :] (or the favorite outfit one idk if it’s 12 or not whoops)

what if... I combined these into one... and their favorite outfits on each other were them wearing nothin but in a sweet way ab lovin each other's bodies not in a horny way... and then I kinda got off track bc I see a prompt I go. yeah that's a suggestion to vaguely base something around I don't need to follow it 100%-

  "They're all just as pretty as your tattoo ones"

  Charles whispers this as his fingers trace along the vivisection scar marking Kevin's torso, starting at the opposite ends of the horizontal cut just below his collarbones. Once his hands meet at the scar's T-shaped intersection, he strays from its path to instead run his hands down Kevin's chest. Kevin himself rubs up Charles's back, his nails lightly raking the hair there before gently pulling him down by the neck for a kiss.

  The kiss is soft in pressure, in intent, yet rough in sensation, in physicality. Kevin's lips are scarred, a layered tapestry of white and red against pinks and brown. Charles's are chapped, heavily worked under the pressure of nervous teeth. Neither of them view the roughness as a flaw of their kisses, rather it is what makes them theirs.

  When they part, Kevin responds:

  "Why don't you get some of your own?"

  He lightly pushes Charles so he shifts off of him to lay lounged by his side, his touch on his chest lingering. The skin there is soft, tender. Hair blooms from the center, adorning his breasts. Many a night has Kevin fallen asleep with his head rested there.

  "Nothing big! Maybe something on your collarbone, or on your other shoulder to match your ink tattoo."

  He reaches now to Charles's left shoulder where he runs a finger along the words of his tattoo. It depicts a combined sun and moon, both with human faces, surrounded by feathers and has the definition of religion: "I don't know, but I'm trying to find out, okay?"

  Charles's hands, meanwhile, still haven't left Kevin's chest. They fixate on the scarification tattoos of open, fanged mouths that surround his pecs.

  "Some of these you've done yourself, right?"

  He asks, still whispering- it seems built into Charles's subconscious to speak in whispers if everything else was, too, quiet.

  "The centipedes. Well, the ones on my arms and legs, anyway. Would've been a bit hard to reach my back!"

  At Kevin's response, Charles sits up and feels down his body until he reaches the large centipede-design scar that stretches across his left leg. It cuts off where his leg does, the rest of its body continued in a painted form on his prosthetic.

  "I've told you this before, but, God they're gorgeous. You're gorgeous."

  Kevin beams at the compliment, causing a glass on the bedside table to crack slightly. Time and time again, it never fails to make him swell with joy to hear Charles call him beautiful- to call his body, that old thing that everyone else deems horrifying or deems tragic alone, beautiful.

  "Kevin?"

  "Yes, sunshine?"

  "Could you give me one? I don't have any design ideas yet or know where I'd want it but-"

  "Of course."

  It's Charles's turn to grin now, exposing his perfect and beautiful teeth. Straight and white broken up by- very cute- small fangs. Once again Kevin pulls him down into a kiss, only this time he rolls them over so he sits legs around Charles.

  "We could build it off of this one"

  He suggests this, grabbing and turning Charles's arm to show the large claw marks scratched into it an inch below his shoulder.

  "Maybe..."

  Kevin lets go of his arm, sliding back to then take in the entirety of Charles's naked form. His gaze on his future canvas raises an age-old philosophical art question: how can you improve on perfection?

  "...Maybe we could add more too, eventually. I'm not saying we have to plan out this overall grand designs just..."

  Just as he was adoring Charles, he can see Charles's eyes wander his body, a small placid smile adorning his face.

  "You look so wonderful with yours, you look- you look like something holy, and to be able to share something like that with you... like flesh of my flesh, right? I-"

  His words trail off into chuckling, before he falls into a momentary silence that proceeds a breath.

  "-I love you, Kevin. So much so."

  "I love you too, you big sap."

  This time, Charles pulls him down for a kiss- one of mostly teeth as neither of them find themself able to stop smiling against the other. When the kiss ends, Charles's arms wrap around Kevin and hold him close, while Kevin buries his face at home in his neck.

[peachbearies]

Pussy Fairy. E.Jaeger

𑁍┊synopsis: something about y/n with pink glittery eyeshadow made him go feral, now all he wants to do all day is lay in between her thighs.

𑁍┊Genre(s): Smut

𑁍┊Pairing: aged up(21)!Eren X F! Reader

𑁍┊Warning(s): Face Sitting, Overstimulation, praise kink, fingering, body worship, hair pulling, squirting, minimal spanking, dom! eren modern au eren.

𑁍┊Proofread: Yes / No. (to my best abilities)

Eren asked y/n to hang out with his friends, just an infrequent hangout he reckoned, he didn’t think something so modest would make him so fragile in his knees. Y/n was sitting at her vanity feeling empirical she grabbed her favorite eyeshadow palette along with her pressed glitter, getting an inspo from a fairy core post on her timeline she concluded to imitate this look. A delicate pink glittery eyeshadow look paired with soft peachy blush from cheek to cheek, soft orange highlight on her nose, and cheekbones. Eren was trying to contain himself when she got in his car smelling like sunflowers and clementines, so simple but effective.

Eren was at an expense for utterances. Y/n chuckles before pecking his lips “what happened love?” eren positions his hands firmly around her inner thigh “you” is his straightforward alibi “me? Did I do something wrong? Is my outfit not okay?” y/n started to become subconscious, but that's not what eren denoted, quite the contrary actually “no, you look intangible darling you eternally do, just this reliance of you trying new things has my heart scampering like when we first kissed” saying no more he puts the car in drive to meet Armin and the rest of his friends at an arcade.

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Once they made it to the arcade, Armin told them to just walk in they've paid for their cards with fully loaded chips on them, eren holding her hand tightly kissed her knuckles as they walk to find his friends. Y/n was only close to two of his friends and those are the ones he mainly hangs with. Armin and Mikasa. In the beginning, she thought Mikasa hated the idea of her hanging with eren, but come to the realization she was just overprotective of his wellbeing. Sliding in the booth eren throw his arm around her snuggling her close to him.

Whenever they would hang out with a group of his friends he knew how anxious she would get and always kept a hand on her to remind her he's there and that nothing will hurt her. “You guys came later! Was eren taking too long to get dressed?” jean poked fun at him.

Their relationship was always fun to watch. It was either they cursed and quite literally fought each other, or they were giving tough advice and playing like competitive brothers. Eren scrunched his eyebrows giving jean a cut-throat stare to which jean chuckled “quite the opposite” y/n answered “I was doing my makeup” Jean looked back at her giving off a genuine smile “it looks good, you look like a fairy” smiling y/n informs him that's the look she was going for eren removed his arm from her shoulder to go get a drink.

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The emotion in his head was making him dizzy he felt jealous, lust, love everything all at once like a booster shot. His mind was shortly interrupted by a hug around his waist, the aroma clouded his mind yet again. “Hey darling” he expressed, using his two fingers to remove the hair from her lipgloss. “Hi! Baby” she smiled eren was caressing her face so delicately as if she was a glass vase. She was perfect in his eyes compared to the shit he's done in the past, she's innocent like a bunny.

But she's changed him for the better, grabbing her hand he twirls her around seeing her skirt follow in sync with her body the combat boots she wore with the lace socks popping out the blue glitter-laced tank top she was stunning today. Eren dipped his head into her neck leaving soft wet kisses onto her now burning skin, her fingers petting through his long chocolate locks. “I love you” eren repeats on his skin “I love you too” his emerald eyes sparkling under the led lights of the arcade. Eren forgot about the beverage he ordered until it was sat right in front of him.

“What did you get?” she asked, eren sips his drink trying to remember what he ordered under impulses “I think I ordered a jolly rancher drink, with vodka” she looked up at him as he tried a few more sips to conjure his memory. “Yeah, that's what it is” she tried to grab the straw to taste but eren just kissed her lips over and over.

“That's all you get to taste I'm not letting you drink” eren smirks when he sees her pout face, with his free hand he grabs hers telling her to lead them to the game she wants to play. Seeing a ghostbusters game she drags him in the booth. He loved the excitement on her face it meant he was doing an amazing job has a boyfriend and a friend to her, and that's all he ever wanted. “Baby, this is my favorite game, I used to play this all-time mainly by myself cause my old friends didn't like this game” Eren's blood started to boil at the mention of her old friends.

They were toxic, but y/n wanted to see the good in people even though it was hurting her deep inside. Eren couldn't sit and watch them destroy the person he loved, even though they were friends at the time. “Your old friends were walking disappointments, dare to look down upon someone else when they're no better” cupping his cheeks in one hand, she kissed him softly before softly tugging his lips between her teeth. Though he knew she meant it innocently to calm him down, it made him wanna swerve on the highway to get home.

“Calm down babe, I know you hate hearing about them, but trust me I'm happy with y'all” her smile gave eren goosebumps, every time he saw that smile he thought to himself ‘is it humanly possible to fall deeper in love? Even though you're wrapped around their finger?” eren kissed her forehead in response. “Cmon get ready for us to win” his competitive voice commended.

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After winning the ghostbusters game, here they were at a claw machine where eren was determined to getting y/n a plushie. “You know you don't have to right?” she reminded him but everyone knew, with eren video games and arcades meant competition in his mind. Even when he was courting y/n it was a competition in being a better person for her, changing his old ways. To stop drinking so much, missing out on college parties even though she told him he could. He loved her and wanted to be the best boyfriend he could. Watching as the claw landed on top of the smiling corgi with a strawberry hat on she gasped when it was dropped into the box.

“I remember you wanting this from last time we came here” smiling she stands on her toes to kiss him softly. “Thank you, baby” after all the fun was done y/n was sitting on Eren's lap in the booth while they ate nachos. Jean looked over Eren's shoulder to see an old friend of theirs also known as y/n’s ex. But eren was too busy talking about his college class with Armin. But y/n had a keen eye so she followed his and landed on the source, she knew better than to let eren find out so she turned back which caused eren to caress her thigh over his large hand. “Something the matter love?” he asks her “no baby, I just saw a motorcycle game that looked cool, but I'm getting tired now” she started picking the piece of cotton from his shirt out of his hair.

“Yeah me too, let's go home y'all” jean suggests, they all begin walking out of the arcade bidding goodbyes to everyone just what she was avoiding her ex parked right next to Eren's car. She looked up at him but his eyes were burning holes in his chest and her ex wasn't backing down either. “Hello, eren and y/n, you look beautiful y/n why didn't you dress like that when we were together?” he questioned, eren gave him a sharp knife gaze to which her ex chuckled.

“Take it easy, I can't compliment her? Is that a crime?” he jokes eren smugly leaned against his car and across his chest “no, but to watch you suffer I'd gladly catch a case” his devilish smirk cascaded across his face. Her ex started to tremble at the expression on her boyfriend's face y/n grabbed his hand “can we go home?” she asked politely “yeah, let's go home dear” the aggression in his voice sent rivers in between her legs and shivers down her spine. Opening the door for y/n she got in after letting out a soft sigh, ‘how long was I holding my breath?’ she thought to herself.

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Eren cranked up the car placing his hand on her inner thigh, but close to her weak spot, she didn't say anything just thinking maybe he was doing it by accident, but she didn't mind either. She was comfortable with eren she trusted him. His fingers slowly crawled up her thigh to the waistband, of her panties snapping them across her warm skin his fingers were frigid against hers, a low gasp left her lips when his fingers slipped into her fabric as two of them disappeared into her slit. Her eyes lolling back before he's done anything. “You know how patient I've been?” eren mumbles, y/n looks at him in utter confusion, all she could see was his firm sculptured jawline, the stubbles from his beard coming back.

“Since you came out that house, wearing this beautiful outfit, and your elegant makeup, I wanted to cancel on them and drag you right back into the house” removing his hand from her needy core he spreads her legs open with his free hand, before removing her panties and throwing them in the back seat. Her wet core exposed to the cold air made her squirm to feel anything as if eren could read her mind his index finger slid up and down her core feeling her walls clench in anticipation. “Pretty girl, got all dressed up you look so lovely, dress like this more often and ill reward you hm?” eren pinched her clit between his two fingers making her body twitch the gasp in her throat quickly turned into an air pocket. “You're so beautiful my dear, you want these fingers inside of you?”

“Please?” y/n begged, without further ado, he preps his two fingers coated in her lubrication before sliding them into her needy hole. Her short gasp fueling his desire for her. “Look at you, baby, a beautiful mess for me” eren looks in her direction at the red light to further pound her with his fingers, the palm of his hand slamming against her clit “faster..” she begs her body heat getting warmer by the second “your wish is my command babygirl” eren knew what he was doing saying that word. It was her weakness, eren sped up his fingers as he curled them inside her sloppy hole. The broken syllabus of her saying Eren's name, seeing her squirm next to him fueled him, even more, to just get home fast.

“Eren—I'm coming” her legs were shaking too close but eren pulled out followed by her whine, his glossed fingers smack her inner thigh “keep them open for me pretty girl hm?” he placed his fingers on her tongue as she sucked her flavor off his finger. “Okay,” she whines “good girl” eren praises her. His fingers engulf back into her hole the tender buzzing between her legs resurfaced and she was on edge again. Eren was fingering her faster than he was a moment ago, his left hand gripping the steering wheel as he speeds home to ravish her. “Fuck—” she whispered “you're going to come for me princess?” he asked, she whimpered a small yes feeling her legs trembling to his touch.

“Come for me beautiful” eren decrees, her body shuttered under the drastic sentiment of his fingers coddled inside of her. She couldn't keep her eyes open due to the shock going through her body. His fingers swiped her clit left and right to procure another orgasm out of her, her whimpers twisted into short pants brandishing his wrist with both of her hands after riding out her second orgasm he discarded his hands from her pulsing clit and walloped her essence off his fingers, her legs fastening right after. “Taste as good as you look, princess, you did well for me” smiling at her broken form he just couldn't wait to ravish her at home.

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Getting home eren wasted no time holding her over his shoulders making her giggle at how needy he is for her. Getting a vigorous glimpse at his leather seats they were lustrous but he didnt have the time or thought to do anything, that all she had to do was wear glittery eyeshadow to get him pungent and irked. Throwing his metallic keys in the receptacle he kicked off his shoes and omitted hers simultaneously. “I love you, you know that?” Eren murmurs before positioning her on the bed “yeah, and I love you more” he cupped her face as their inflamed lips adjoined for each other her nails stroking his stern arms before coiling them in his chocolate locks, strands of his hair mashing against her forehead making her smile into their fervent session. “You’re perfect” Eren mumbles in her neck, vacating humid elegant kisses on her susceptible skin, the forlorn pants and stubble weakness for attention made him sneer against her skin.

His fingers draped around her throat holding her in place as his lips suck softly on his skin, Eren wasn’t an aficionado of hickies, but he did cherish to give soft bites and pulls from his lips on her skin, every time he did it gave her goosebumps. His free hand floundering to get her bra off he latched it off in a matter of seconds, he enables her out of her clothes the nimble air blowing on her body as he clasped his hoodie from the peripheries and over his head. Y/n was enthralled by his sculpted body, his abs defined all the way down to his v-line. “See something you relish princess?” His tongue cascade against his lower lip. “I see something I love” Eren grins “you’re cute” grabbing her by the ankles he heaved her towards the edge of the bed both of her legs upon his shoulder.

Frittering no time Eren hauled his tongue up her folds teasing her, while her head inundated in the pillow reaching out for his hands. Clutching her hand into his, while his tongue swirled around her folds already feeling unstable. Eren invariably said he could devour her for weeks and would never get depleted, now he was eating like he was famished weaving his tongue between her folds his green eyes looked Into her eyes with ardor and fascination, her legs coercing to close when he altered the pattern of his tongue to quick flicks.

She strived to say his name but was ceased by his lips engulfing her clit as he executed zigzags her mouth agape for seconds before she divulged all down his chin fidgeting for something to mellow her down. Eren wasn’t going to let her run away from her fourth orgasm so he dragged her in closer and inserted his fingers into her slowly. “Good girl princess” he gripes across her thighs, sweet kisses to her trembling thighs made him smile, hoisting his head up his fingers swirl inside of her repeatedly peaking at her g-spot. “Going to give me another one princess? Or better yet how about I make you squirt hm?” His eyes drifted darker, they were no longer a sour apple, they resemble the pine trees. “I can’t—“ she smothered grabbing his wrist with both of her hands.

She could feel the knot expanding in her stomach the pressure and feeling to squirt all over his hand along with the overstimulation made her shiver to the touch. “Yes, you can beautiful” Eren cupped her face in his free hand placing endearments on her lips and crown of her head. “Let me see that luxurious face as you soak up the sheets, let daddy discover it baby” his free hand encircled around her neck adding no pressure just to hold her in place. The tones of his palm slapping against her throbbing weak spot. Her pants were getting abrupter and tighter but her moans enhanced almost screaming out Eren's name and some mishandled cursed words. Her liquid soaking up Eren's v-line and mattress.

“Look at you, baby you’re so stunning darling” her drowsy face as her eyes started to cross, as she could see through her hooded eyelashes was Eren coming to land soft kisses on her forehead. Her body felt paralyzed she never knew she could do that. And Eren was the only one to get her to do it. She senses the weight of the bed sink next to her grinning she whirls over, solely to maintain his hand on her midriff and her thighs by his ears. Her hand striking the headboard for support, she didn’t know what he was doing candidly she thought he was complacent, not announcing she wasn't.

He pulled her waist sitting her down on his face, his tongue grazed over her folds making her twinge, “Eren..” she let out desperately “I may suffocate you” she weakly notified him, all distress left her mind once his hand clashed with her ass. Biting her lower lip she sat on his face thoroughly as he rumbled in happiness. She snickered at how much he’s enjoying this, it’s something new for the both of them. Trudging her folds on his tongue she glimpsed down at him seeing the fulfillment in his eyes she extracted the fringes of his hair from his glossy forehead. The traction drove her eccentric she needed more from him, placing his fingers on her bud he stimulated her at the pace she was moving. Which made her more frantic.

Her head lolled back desperately wanting more, she sped up for rhythm as Eren followed in pursuit, becoming greedy with his touch, she was approaching her now fifth? Sixth? Orgasm? She lost count after she left the car. Her forehead firmly pressed against the headboard has she comes undone. Eren cleaned her like a dinner plate he didn’t want any of her Essences to drop. Helping her up he lays her on her stomach, perching her ass up to him. He knew this would ultimately destroy her after they were through but he didn’t care.

She looked beautiful today. His tip taunting her entrance she moaned for him, “I hear you babygirl” his hand collided with her ass leaving a stubble print, her fingers grabbed purchase of the sheets when he rammed himself in without reluctance her toes spiraling until she fully adjusted to his expanse. Sex with Eren was either arduous or delicate, with no in-between. “Look at you taking all of me, lovely girl” fastening his hands around her waist the pitches of his low wails made her clench around him, his waistline hitting against her. She was a whimpering predicament underneath him as he demolished her for what felt like the tenth time.

Skin to skin colliding with the mixture of Eren's dirty talk, and her soft moans she tried to comprise, Eren wanted her to be loud, damn what their neighbors said he wanted to give it to her till she couldn’t fight it. “Cmon baby, utilize your words” he roared at her through his clenched cheeks, the repulse of his body denouncing against her as he continued to ravage her, “let me and the neighborhood hear those delightful little moans” he grabbed her hair placing her head on his shoulder for support as he placed delicate kisses upon her forehead. He slowly placed her back on the bed before he completely drilled her endlessly, she was now on the horizon of crying out his name out, her moans were boisterous than before, if someone didn’t know better they would’ve thought she was shouting for aid.

“Atta girl” Eren facilitated her, her body was simmering as the beads of sweat crept down her shoulder and onto the bed, he adored that face she makes when he ignites her into subspace, he hoists her fully one time holding his length inside of her, she gasped for air as her body started shuddering at the pressure. “Fuck..” was all she could let out as she came undone.“Pretty girl, you’d let me know if I’m being too harsh right?” Eren inquired out of serendipity, all y/n could do was nod. His lips kissed her temple down to her lips in a delicate manner “promise? I need words princess” he uttered in her ear. “Yes,” she let out in the form of a hum.

“Good, I don’t wanna hurt you, or get greedy just because you’re not saying anything okay? I love you” Eren soothed her, “I love you more” y/n responded. Eren slid his length out slowly as she whimpered from her high “sensitive aren't we?” He quips she turns over on her stomach to throw her arms around his neck he kissed her lips softly to savor every feeling he has right now. She wasn’t emigrating anywhere but he certainly kissed her like she was leaving tomorrow. Feeling her hand traversing to his member she brings in closer until he’s halfway inside of her. “You didn’t come” her eyes sparkled into his, the fingertips that were on her cheeks were now In her hair.

“This isn’t too much for you?, honestly just made this about you and how beautiful you looked today” Eren questions her, followed by a short ramble. “this is just perfect, this about us baby I love you” y/n giggles, Eren pressed his forehead against hers “m’kay, I love you more” Eren took the more vigorous approach, soft but drilling strokes, as much as he rushed it now he wanted to admire her. The way her eyebrows pleated when he strike the right spot, the way her lower lip fit merely prudent in between her teeth, the way she nestled his face in her hands, the strings of her hair attaching to her forehead he loved it, he’s never cherished someone as much as her. Picking up the momentum slowly his pants inaugurates to become in unison with hers the smirk on his face when his fingers flickered her bud his nose dusting against her neck.

“Come with me goddess,” he said in her neck, her nails digging into his back, she held on for dear life, her face plunged into his neck as she came, and he withdrew and did the same. Once his eyes were now on her she titters at his handsome crisp green eyes “Eren you’re so beautiful” he derides before kissing her temple. “That’s my line, I may have to litigate you” his craggy voice echoes from the bathroom, with her eyes close she shook at the touch of a calm cloth. “Shh, no ones here” he kidded, y/n smacked him with a pillow before giggling “such a fucking cocky bastard” Eren climbed on top of her “and you love it” he kissed her nose before presenting her his shirt as he put on sweatpants.

“Danger!” She screamed, Eren swiveled his eyes knowing precisely what she meant “don’t fret I’ll take you in the shower darling” y/n eyes enlarged as he pulled her back into his chest “respectfully of course” Eren gleamed in her hair before closing his eyes. “Maybe I should do red glimmer for the party on Wednesday”

“You’ll have to cancel right now if that’s your scheme, cause you’re not leaving you know how red gets me” he laughed, but his tone was far from a hoax “maybe I don’t wanna go” she chortles turning into his chest her nose prickled his collarbone, “deal” he smiled smoothing her shoulders in a circular motion.

“I love you Eren” she grumbled

“I love you more y/n”

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[sasorikigai]

" i'd rather argue with you two, than laugh with anyone else. " ( for modern himbeciles aurorae ablaze )

'𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦' 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴. || @sonxflight, feat. @biiingchu || accepting

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ❄️️ || There is no longer hopeless solitary and torture, with no warm body to confide in during these freezing winter nights, as bone-chilling despair of numbness overwhelms and overwrought even the proverbial warmth of his effulgent flames. With a maelstrom of bombarding questions hurtling around his subconscious, with no one around to answer. His curiosity and loneliness eating him alive and tormenting him under the blankets as Hanzo Hasashi would look back in his memories to find peace within his imprisonment; for far too long, he had become a prisoner held captive to their passionate kisses parading on his lips, as they exchange smiles as they breathe, but grab each other tightly with unadmitted fear that they may lose their grip in helplessness and despair, as the world turns silent and bleak as they stare into each others’ colors on fire, in disintegration. 

Hanzo Hasashi vows, as in love, he will love until he becomes wrath in vitriol retaliation, as in wrath, he will tyrant until he becomes lust. As in lust, he will lust until he becomes fear. As in fear, he will fear until he becomes desire. As in desire, he will desire until he becomes love. In the vicious cycle of his virtues and vices, he will resiliently and tenaciously fight and give his all, until he is undone. 

For he is existence; rolled up and slathered in bone and flesh, recycling his misery to fuel his euphoria. Stillness of the late night envelops him, and despite the sinking lull of unconscious threatening to claim him, Hanzo Hasashi remains lovingly embracing his beloveds, maneuvering and enclasping them close around him. Time shared for the others diminish, in relinquishment with service to please and protect. “There is no time to waste with such unnecessities when we could simply thrive and survive with the shared yearning within our bodies and souls; to be cradled and loved, and touch where we have never been touched,” instilled, embedded conviction of his authentic words etch and echo with the permeating comfort and warmth of his hearthfire. “All these uncouth ghosts of the past may coil around my mind, constrict my heart, deflate my lungs and my body may be forced to fall limp under the malice of the unjust - and yet here I am, painfully human and loving every moment of even the taut iron tension of my shoulders and back. I know for a fact that the world is no longer crude and cruel in its deliverance, for once skewered fate has transformed me to burn with indefatigable purpose and intent.” 

All Kuai Liang familiarized himself was a deathly embrace, where there would be no grace, but the unsteady madness existing to cave him beneath the judgmental iron fist of the elders. For though he used to claw at empty air full of despair and feel nothing; no embrace, for he has long plummeted, and yet his conscious would remain suspended. Now, Kuai Liang is empowered; for he no longer hides from the crude memories of his torture and abuse. He runs through them, healing his heart and elevating his soul. He has been evolved higher, and grown stronger by choosing to cradle each and every one of his memories and transforming them to his fueled, catalytic strength. 

His bright sapphire eyes peer deep into the dark caverns of older men’s and a calm understanding passes between the three of them. The cryomancer’s hands grasps for theirs and rake against their damp, honey skin and pry them so close that their chests connect, and the passion they share pours continuously from one heart to the other. He could choose to be vulnerable, to trust them and let them be part of his soul. All the unbearable scars he had hidden were all visible to their eyes, and the tears he would cry in silence would have been long seen in their eyes. Nothing is comparable to love; something Kuai Liang falsely thought of being unintentionally violent and volatile. Yes, there may be moments of strife and disagreements, but he would not trade anything for his permanent home. Perhaps, he would of his life. 

“You are the embodiment of the character I still yearn to grasp at, despite knowing that my own universe had been lain down at my feet will continue to torment and torture my being without absolute peace and tranquility,” yet, how they soothe his wounded heart, still numb with pain, hurt and broken. How Kuai Liang would seek solace from their words that wrap around him like a warm blanket, close around him like their arms, as his mellowed voice becomes evermore mellifluous between the swell of their warm, balmy lips. “It is the most human thing to fight, to have altercations. Human conditions may erode all of our edges, but you make me realize that I am just a human still deserving of what it means to be held. Heart to heart, soul to soul, in your arms. For nothing is beautiful than fixing things that I once thought was an impossibility.”  ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ❄️️ ||