#don't you dare try to steal his wine! >:(

[omppupiiras]

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[fairysluna]

“Don't you wanna feel good, baby?”

“Tell me how it feels. It doesn't hurt does it ?”

With big daddy plssssss 🥹

a/n: after MONTHS i finally got to fulfill this request (and work on others). I wrote this in an hour or so, so I'm sorry if it's not perfect but i had to take advantage of the inspo boost i had. Hope you like this, babyy.🤍

TW: king!maegor x maid!reader, smut (masturbation, innocence kink, pussy slapping, orgasm denial), power imbalance dynamic.

Maegor has always looked at you with lustful eyes. He would shamelessly stare at your cleavage whenever you bend over to serve him wine or to prepare him a bath. It was no surprise for you that he soon found himself being infatuated by your body, and the way your innocent eyes seemed to obliviously look at his naked form each time you would bathe him.

What was a surprise was the fact that he invited you to join him in, sitting you between his thick thighs after he observed patiently how you slowly and shyly removed your attires. There was a slight heat on your cheeks; this was so wrong in so many ways but you couldn't help but to feel drawn to his warm skin as he wrapped his muscly arms around your body. It was a quite uncomfortable position, the bathtub was perhaps too big to fit your bodies inside; yet, he did not seem to care, for he wasted no time in burying his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling that sweet scent that made him cock twitch against your lower back.

You would be a liar if you dared to say that it did not arouse you; the King was blessed with a charm that most men desired, he was desired by all the women in the realm and yet, he chose you - a simple maid that had never seen the world beyond those castle's walls. His calloused fingers would travel all around your body, leaving a trace of chills and heat behind as he made sure to touch every inch of you. Suddenly, you felt some kind of wetness between your legs, and you were certain that it was not the extremely hot water that was covering your body.

"Have you ever been touched?" Maegor asked, his low voice causing shivers down your spine as his hands rested right under the swell of your breasts; as if he was waiting for a sign to go further.

"No, my king…" You answered, almost in a murmur. Maegor smirked.

"Not even by yourself?"

You felt the heat on your cheeks growing as you replied again. "No."

A soft hum left his lips; a pleasant gesture took over his face as his cock only grew harder with the thought of being the one who steals your innocence. His fingers slowly moved upwards, cupping your breasts and squeezing them gently and softly - he was trying to see what your reaction would be, and as he noticed how your delicious lips parted slightly, he dared to capture your sensitive nipples between his thick fingers. A gasp fell from your mouth as he pinch them; it wasn't rough nor painful, it felt rather good as he played with them and you just squirmed over his body.

"So sensitive," he whispered for himself. The warmth of his breath hitting your nape was enough to make you moan softly, all while he started to add more pressure to his touch. You arched your back.

When his hands left your nipples, you felt his touch in your inner thighs. He used his strength to spread your legs, positioning each one at each border of the bath. You sighed, seeing your exposed flesh through the warm water. As you noticed how his touch came closer and closer to your core, your heart beated with anticipation and some nervousness. That is why your first reaction was to cover that intimate part of yourself with your own hand.

Maegor grunted in disapproval.

"Come on, darling, don't you want to feel good?" His husky whisper made you sigh, almost as if he was casting a spell on you. "Be a good girl, and let me touch that sweet little pussy of yours."

He removed your hand from your center, using a bit of strength and roughness to do it. Before you could cover yourself again, he cupped your core with his big hand and a soft moan left your lips. He immediately felt your slick against his fingertips, which were right outside your tight entrance. You gasped when he teased your needy hole, only pushing the very tip of his index finger.

Your hand went to his wrist, and he immediately stopped. Rolling his eyes after how you reacted, for it was not what he had expected. However, his fingers traveled up against your slit, and his skilled fingers found your swollen pearl - which was throbbing at that point, swollen with the carnal desire of being touched by him.

He started to rub it slowly and in circling motions, your eyes closed as an extremely erotic sound escaped from your swollen lips. Maegor chuckled against your ear, almost in a mocking way, as if he was trying to say 'I told you so'.

“Tell me how it feels. It doesn't hurt, does it?” He whispered, putting some more pressure on your sensitive clit.

You mewled, moving your hips against his movements as he fastened his pace just a little. His free hand reached for your nipple, and your eyes rolled back. You were only able to moan, feeling this overwhelming heat rushing all over your body, forming a knot in your gut that begged to be released.

As you did not reply, Maegor gave a sharp slap to your clit. It was painful, yet incredibly pleasing. You cried out as your hips lifted, causing the water to splash all over the floor.

"I made you a question," he grunted, pinching your nipple and making you whine.

All gentleness was left aside as his hand rubbed faster, rougher. Your legs started to shake as you were struggling to find the words.

"G-gods… it feels so- so good…" You managed to say. His hand squeezing your breast as his skillful fingers were moving impossibly fast against your folds.

You turned into a whiny mess, Maegor hardness was rubbing against your back as you moved desperately. It was an odd feeling, it felt too overwhelming but at the same time you just couldn't get enough of it. Your body was burning with desire, begging and pleading for something you did not know.

Maegor was enjoying to see your desperation, a smug grin was drawn on his face as he felt you close to reach that glorious orgasm that you so achingly need.

But just when you were about to reach your release, he stopped.

A cry was heard, your eyes clouded with tears that reflected your frustration as Maegor laughed.

He laughed at you.

"Poor thing," he murmured, "You truly believed I would let you cum first?"

"P-please…" You whined, "It hurts."

"If you want it, you will have to earn it."

He stood up. Drops of water cascading down his muscular chest as he straightened up. His imposing figure brought a new heat inside your belly as you looked up at him only to find his hard cock a few inches away from your face.

"Get on your knees," he commanded, "If you manage to please me, then I will consider returning the favor."

The ache between your legs left you with no other choice but to obey.

[changbinsboobs]

Can you include how skz member reacts when other members also likes his crush or s/o thx!!!

I decided to make the reading in a broader spectrum as i think ill be getting more insight on their inner personality as well, instead of just gaining insight on this specific situation.

Skz' reaction when another guy likes their crush/s'o

Chan - The Hermit

For him i think he would be pretty unbothered. Something of the sort like "and what about it? Ik they'd choose me anyway".

Lee Know - King of Swords

He finds it weird how other people are not ashamed of showing interest towards an "occupied" person. Like "you really have that much dignity? That little self worth?" I think for him it applies more towards people that actively try to steal your partner cuz how otherwise would u know they have a crush on them if they don't show it in some way. He is pretty appalled to it and thinks little of people like that. Its just plain stupid and useless in his opinion and he thinks his partner wouldn't get tempted by such foolery/clownery and if they do then they're a clown/fool themselves and they did him a favor by leaving.

Changbin - The Moon, King of Pentacles, 5 of Wands

Lots of mixed feelings and im also getting a hint of toxicity but a sweet one? Idk how to explain it - like wine?😂 as i said in previous readings i think he enjoys emotional torment in some way. So first he would feel personally attacked - even if he's not close to that person or if they aren't actively trying to steal them but he just noticed how they look at his crush or partner. I think he has lots of trauma and insecurities from last relationships which explains his hypervigilance and over sensitivity. He would get doubtful of himself, feel disrespected and attacked by the other person even daring to look and desire his crush/partner cuz how dare they?!?!! His crush is HIS!!! He would start comparing himself, doubting himself even contemplating if he should just let this crush go cuz whats the use of it anyway - but this episode is just the initial feelings he gets, they pass pretty quickly tho and he gains his confidence very quickly after that first initial hit. He remembers his power, his status, his wealth, his qualities and feels like king/boss once again and i think he gets into a competing mode - if its a crush - and start obviously competing with the other guy and trying to make himself look better, maybe even picking fights, but not like full blown fist fights, nor verbal ones, rather something of the sort where he starts throwing certain comments to just show his competitive nature and show he's not there just to play but he means business. I don't think he's friendly towards his "rival". If its about his s/o tho i see it going in a different direction where his doubts, jealousy, insecurity etc might lead to fights. I think his insecurity might insult his partner and i also think his doubtful phase would get pretty annoying to his partner after a while. Im hearing "ugh just get over it and stop being a pu**y."

Hyunjin - King of Cups, Page of Cups, Knight of Cups

I think he's very confident and even enjoys it when others show interest in his crushes/so, cuz he gets rally cocky and feels superior - like "oh u like them? Go ahead try😏 lets see which one of us they choose" cuz he just knows he's elite, he knows his power and he knows those dusties ain't got anything on him😂 I'm also seeing that he has many options as in, if its about a crush, he can get another one pretty easily even if he gets rejected, and if its about and s/o he thinks there's a pool if women (people) drooling all over themselves for him and would fight each other to get even close to him so he feels great security in whatever happens he would get chosen, and if he doesn't theres plenty of other great choices he can just swing his finger at and they would swoon at his feet.

Han - Justice, 8 of Cups

He also feels disrespected and makes him feel kinda cold towards that person but also towards his crush too. I think he also goes into a bit of a dark space and might think if they're truly right for each other, if the other guys not a better fit for his person, if maybe he's holding them back from true happiness or their "the one" and i think he might retract a bit into his shell, get cold and dwell on his thoughts for a while.

Felix - 5 of Cups

I think he feels insulted by that person especially if its a closer one. He feels betrayed and it takes away from the sweetness and happiness he felt when he looked at and spent time with his crush/so. Now when he looks at them he gets reminded of the betrayal and the bitter feelings and he also is very empathetic about it like...omg like he's thinking about the other person too and how painful it is for them to have a crush on someone thats taken or for them both to have a crush on the same person and i think he might be contemplating if he shouldn't take a step back to give the other guy(person) a chance as well cuz i think he engages in more of casual relationships and he would be thinking "if that persons feelings are truthful and deep and they want something meaningful with my crush, should i not take step back? I don't want anything serious i just want to have fun. Surely i can find fun elsewhere but can they find love elsewhere too? Its not as easy i think" that kind of monologue im hearing from him.

Seungmin - The Empress

I think he doesn't care one bit about the ither guy, he just cares about his wife and their little happy family and thats it. "That bloke can like whoever he wants, won't change the fact that my wife's mine."

I.N - 4 of Cups, Ace of Wands, The Chariot

His energy is so cute. I think he would contemplate about it, which action and solution would be best. And i think he would come to the conclusion about taking the initiative to approach that other guy and talk with him about it. He doesn't want any problems, but he also wants to make clear that his girl is his and that he should keep off. If the other guy doesn't peacefully comply as jeongin intended, he will take a more stern approach and actively keep that guy away from his person and actively protect them and show his assertiveness and dominance (between the two guys i mean, not in the relationship)

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Two of skeletons kids started fighting each other !!

How would your main skeletons resolve this conflict?

Undertale Sans - He makes both their soul blue and makes them fly on each side of the room. You're in air jail for five minutes, and he adds five additional minutes each time one of them complains. He has perfect control of his magic and he is incredibly patient so you better resign to your fate because he won't change his mind.

Undertale Papyrus - He summons a huge bone barrier between them. Since you can't play together, you're both going to play on each side of the room, but alone. Papyrus asks them if they are calmer after five minutes and if they all can finally talk about this.

Underswap Sans - He grabs both their arms and handcuffs them to the other. This way, if you want to do anything, you have no choice but to cooperate with the other. They can beg and cry, Blue won't change his mind and leaves them like this until the next day lol.

Underswap Papyrus - He uses his loud voice to scream at them to stop. Both children are so surprised he can actually scream they stop immediately what they are doing. They both go in time-out shortly after that.

Underfell Sans - He doesn't resolve the conflict. He's cheering them actually. He wants to see who's going to win, why would he stop the entertainment of the day? Well, until S/O comes home and catches him in the act lol. He ends in time out with his kids lol. He regrets nothing though.

Underfell Papyrus - He simply walks into the room and gives them both one of his long silent stares. It's enough for the children to stop fighting, sit down and actually immediately focus on reading a book together. Satisfied, Edge simply leaves the room. He never has to raise his voice. His scary face is enough most of the time.

Horrortale Sans - He summons two bones and since he can't hold them for long, he lets go of them above their heads. Bonk, bonk. Both children are now whining in pain, looking at him, as he just chuckles and goes back to what he was doing. That was a nice diversion.

Horrortale Papyrus - He separates them with his hands, lectures them to death, and then gives each of them a bucket and a mop and since they want to be together that much, you're both going to clean the henhouse. Don't you even dare try to flee or slack off, he's watching the whole time, arms crossed angrily. No fighting.

Swapfell Sans - He has an idea. Instead of fighting each other, why don't you fight him? Both children are confused but attack him. Nox makes one fly in a tree and the other in the pond lol. See? That's fighting. Next time, instead of embarrassing yourself in front of the general of the Royal Guard, train seriously. Maybe then he'll let you fight together.

Swapfell Papyrus - He... doesn't lol. Rus kinda looks up his video games, rolls his eyes, sighs loudly, and returns to playing. Eventually, one of them will get hurt which will stop the fighting so why would he stop something that will stop anyway all alone? Best dad of the century.

Fellswap Gold Sans - If you want to fight, he doesn't mind, but please at least respect the rules of monster sparing. No aiming for the eyes, no stealing the other's turn, and no attack in the back. Also please don't stab each other because he couldn't finish his makeup because of you two pests and he would hate to have to go to the hospital with only half of the face ready, thanks. Wine thinks it's a perfectly normal interaction, he was raised like this and he's not dead so it had to work, right?

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He weakly asks them to stop, trying to put himself between them. Except now the kids are hitting him instead and Coffee is desperately trying to call his S/O for help. He ends up letting them fight because he can't find a way to stop this. That's a problem for someone else lol.

[intoanotherworld23]

Pick Your Battles

Pairing: Reader x Bradley Bradshaw

Warnings: None

Summary: Bradley broke your heart when he accused you of betraying him, and you haven’t seen or spoken to him since. Until you are both called back to Top Gun to help with a dangerous mission that nobody’s ever attempted before

I do not own the rights to these characters or any part of the movie this is simply for entertainment. I hope you guys enjoy this first part, and let me know what you guys think so far!! If you wish to be added to a tag list please don’t hesitate to ask and I’ll be more than happy to add you! Heart it! Reblog it! Enjoy it! XOXO

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Part 2

It's been too long since you've seen Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw and the thought of his reaction terrified you. Not knowing how he would feel about you returning to Fightertown. Once you got the letter asking you to return you knew without a doubt Bradley would be there. The two of you didn't end things well the last time you saw each other.

Telling him how you felt and his response was not at all what you thought. He suddenly became angry and upset with you. Slamming the door on the way out as you fell on the couch crying your eyes out. Everyone was worried about you after that, but nobody dared to bring his name up to you.

You've known Bradley since you guys were children. After all you were the daughter of Tom Kazansky aka 'Iceman'. Taking after him and becoming top of your class in Top Gun. Earning the call sign of 'Frostbite'. Also, becoming the only female pilot to have three confirmed air to air strike kills. Your father was a legend amongst pilots and you were becoming one now too.

After you and Bradley graduated it seemed like you two became a lot closer. Everyone could see it except for the two of you, until one day Bradley got upset you went on a date with some other guy. Seeing that side of him had you wanting him closer, and into your arms.

It confused you beyond all doubt since you two were just friends, but then it made you realize your true feelings for him. That's when you decided to confess how you felt about him, after a bottle of wine of course.

Now here you were sitting at the bar of the Hard Deck constantly looking back to seeing when he would come in. Sipping on your beer as you nervously looked around at all different kinds of colors laughing and playing pool or shooting darts.

Wondering if these were the pilots you would be training for this mission. Turning down their offer of leading this mission ever since the accident, and settling for being an instructor instead. Your father was not happy about your choice but understood why you did it. Not wanting to lead another mission where someone else dies.

"You okay hon?" Pennys sweet voice asked when she noticed you staring off into space.

"Oh yeah I'm just thinking." Snapping out of it to look at her. "Obviously too hard huh?"

"He's going to be glad to see you." She knew exactly what and who you were thinking about.

"Yeah right he'll walk through that door and see me and walk right out." Groaning at the image and feeling yourself become saddened at the thought.

"No he won't I bet you he'll see you and have that big smile on his face and give you a big Rooster hug." She smiled at you with reassurance making your lips quirk up. "He cares about you."

"Not enough to reach out to me." Shaking your head as you finished the rest of your drink.

"You could have done the same for him." Raising her eyebrows at you with that look of 'it works both ways'. "You two just need to talk."

Not saying anything you just looked at her watching as she went to go help other patrons. Trying to repeat her words in your head that he missed you just as much as you missed him. Although it would be hard for him to forget you confessing your feelings to him. You just don't let something like that be forgotten.

In the deep part of your mind you couldn't help but think he still was upset and would want nothing to do with you. Then the two of you would have to work on this mission ignoring each other, and acting like enemies.

"Y/N?" Instantly recognizing that voice making you turn around and break from your thoughts.

"Uncle Maverick." Exclaiming as you hopped off the stool to give him a hug. "It's so good to see you."

You've known Pete Mitchell ever since you were little, and he was also your Godfather. He was like family to you and whenever you couldn't go to your father you would go to him. He was proud of you when you graduated from Top Gun, reminded him of being with your father.

Of course you knew of the feud between him and Bradley, but you didn't actually know what it was about. All you know is Maverick did something so badly that he wanted nothing to do with him. Then one day Bradley called you screaming if you knew something about his papers being pulled which of course you didn't, but he didn't believe you and continued to yell at you.

It seems like Bradley will have not only one person he can't stand here.

"It's good to see you too." Pulling back so he could sit next to you waving at Penny a blush on her cheek. "How are you?"

"I'm good I'm good." Nodding your head as you looked at your hands on the bar top. It was a lie. "How about you?"

"Well I can't complain." He gave you a nudge making you playfully roll your eyes with a smile. "I'm assuming you got a letter as well."

"Yeah I did and I was asked to be the lead in it." Once he heard that his eyes went wide a huge smile on his face like a proud father.

"Well shit congratulations I'm happy of you." Clapping a hand on your back your face remained stoic.

"I turned it down." Stating to him before he could get anything else out. "I told them I wouldn't lead this mission."

"Why would you do that?" He asked too quickly and saw the look on your face before nodding. "I get it."

Only a few people knew about the accident including Pete, since your father didn't want it to be a public thing which you were kind of thankful for. Seeing as it traumatized you, and never wanting to ever relive that moment again. Not that you were trying to sweep it under the rug you just didn't want someone reminding you of that day.

All of a sudden you heard a bell ringing and both you and Maverick looked up in confusion. Penny standing there with a huge grin on her face as everyone whooped and hollered in joy. She pointed to a sign that said 'disrespect a woman or a pilot or place your phone on the bar top and you pay for a round'.

Looking down you saw Pete's phone on the bar top making your bend your head back in laughter. He just chuckled with a shake of his head as Penny was then bombarded with men and women at the bar.

"Way to go Uncle Mav." Patting him on the back as you continued to laugh. "I'll have another one Penny."

Handing you a bottle you saw a blonde haired man with thick arms in a khaki uniform that you very much recognized walk you up to the bar. His eyes looking at Pete and then shifted over to you a small smirk on his face.

"Four beers Penny please." Looking over to Pete briefly before grabbing his drinks handing them over.

"There ya go." Giving her wonderful smile the mans gaze still lingering on you.

"Thanks hon." He then looked back to Pete. "Thanks for the drinks pops." Giving a wink before he turned around walking back to the other pilots.

"I'll be right back." Hopping off the stool as you headed to the restroom glancing over at the blonde man to see his eyes on you.

The other three guys he was with all looked over to what he was looking at. You hated when people stared at you like that even if they didn't know who you were. Just wanting to keep your last name from being revealed to anybody for as long as possible.

Looking away you went into the bathroom stepping in front of the mirror placing your hands on either side of the sink. Staring at yourself asking yourself if you could really do this.

Could you handle the pressure of this mission? Could you handle being around someone that you love who doesn't feel the same? Starting to doubt yourself even more now, but reminding yourself of Penny's words.

Splashing cold water on your neck you gathered yourself quickly before heading out the door. Glancing around you noticed that name blonde haired man now standing in front of you. His eyes glanced you up and down taking in your torn jeans and white tank top.

"Hi there darlin." He said twirling a toothpick between his white teeth. "What's your name?"

Ah he clearly didn't recognize you and had no idea who you are then. Maybe you could have some fun with this.

"My names Y/N." His hand lifted up to grab yours in a shake you didn't bother to give him your last name since it would give away too much.

"The names Jake Seresin." Stating with such pride it almost made you roll your eyes. "Call sign Hangman."

"Hangman?" Repeating with a confused look on your face but he just smiled.

"You ever meet a pilot in person?" Shaking your head playing the stupid girl he probably thought you were.

"Well todays your lucky day sweetheart." He stepped closer to you this time. "I happen to be the best pilot there is."

This guy needed an ego check or something surprised his head hasn't exploded yet from thinking too highly of himself. Never the less you decided to go along with whatever game he was playing.

"Is that so?" Asking him crossing your arms over your chest his eyes glancing down briefly before smiling at you.

"Come join me and my fellow pilots." Placing his hand on your back leading you over to a group of khaki uniformed pilots playing pool.

"Guys this here is Y/N." He introduced you making everyone's eyes gaze over to you.

"Hi." Squeaking out like you were some shy little girl feeling utterly stupid.

"This is Coyote, Payback, Fanboy, Phoenix and Bob." Pointing to everyone each of them giving you a wave or smile.

These were probably all the pilots that you were going to help train on this mission. It absolutely terrified you how many lives you were potentially holding in your hands. A part of you feeling bad for not voicing who you actually were, but you didn't want the looks and questions who knew they would ask.

"Still bothering innocent women I see?" The girl Phoenix spoke up making everyone laugh.

"Couldn't help myself Phoenix." Pulling you closer to him making you a little bit uncomfortable. "She's a beautiful woman."

"Which doesn't make sense as to how you got her?" Fanboy joined in everyone nodding their heads in agreement.

"Yeah she doesn't know who you really are." Phoenix responded as she looked at you.

"Judging by the call sign I think I know everything I need to." Your voice ringing out making the others look at you with wide grins and laughter.

"Ouch darlin you hurt me." Placing a hand over his heart acting fake wounded.

"Besides I only go for real talented pilots." Your words had everyone's mouth wide open hollering.

Typically you were as tough as nails and always spoke your mind. In order to keep up this charade of being a normal person you kept your real personality down a few notches. Just wait until the next morning when they would see you, and you just couldn't wait for their reactions.

"I like her." Phoenix said and everyone nodded in agreement making you smile.

"Are you a pilot or?" Coyote asked once everyone quieted down.

Before you could respond your gaze wondered over to the front door watching as a couple people walked in. The person in front who you immediately recognized as Bradley. Wearing an old Hawaiian shirt with a white tank and faded blue jeans. A pair of aviators shielding you from his eyes.

He was a lot bigger the last time you saw him, and certainly looked better looking than the last time. Feeling yourself starting to drool as you looked him feeling like a creep for just staring at him. Thankfully he didn't even see you otherwise you would have been incredible embarrassed.

Something that was definitely different about him was the mustache he was rockin. He definitely didn't have that the last time you saw him, and you gotta admit he looked really good wearing it. He looked just like his dad which made you smile at the thought.

The butterflies in your stomach had you feel lightheaded and flustered. Your full attention was on him watching as he greeted a couple people before his gaze turned over to your group. Feeling your nerves get the better of you you tried shielding yourself from his view.

Not wanting to be seen as you saw him walking towards your group. He still hadn't seen you yet which you were thankful for. Maybe you could sneak away without being seen, and you could avoid the awkward conversation.

Shielding your face by Jake's side when he was literally just a few feet from you talking to the other pilots. Hearing his voice had your heart fluttering and you wanted nothing more than to say something and run into his arms.

"Bradshaw." Hangman greeted with a smirk making Bradley look over in your direction. "As I live in breathe."

"Hangman." He responded back with slight tone animosity making it known the two didn't exactly like each other. "You look... good."

"Oh I'm good I'm very good." His cocky tone was really starting to get to you feeling an arm wrap around your waist.

Quickly glancing your eyes over without moving your head watching him as he leaned against a pole placing his hands in front of him.

"Thought they wanted the best of the best." Bradley shot back at him making you smile into Jake's arm.

The pair just stared at each other like there was a silent war going on between them. The group looked between the two waiting for someone to speak first. Things were becoming too much for you and you just wanted to get out of there. Until you felt someone staring at you.

"Whose your victim tonight?" His words had your stomach drop feeling dread take over your body.

"This gorgeous girl is Y/N." Holding you to his side like you were some sort of prize. "She's never met a pilot in real life."

Keeping your face hidden hoping he wouldn't recognize you or act like he didn't know who you were. Glancing over you made immediate eye contact with him and you watched his lip twitch instantly recognizing you. His eyes looking to Hangman's arm around your waist making his hand ball into a fist.

You were still just as beautiful since he saw you last. Beating himself up for how he left things with you, and not telling you how he felt. Once he was told his papers were pulled he accused you of knowing and not saying anything to stop it to which he felt betrayed.

"Really?" He asked not taking his eyes off you his jaw clenching for multiple reasons.

"Figured if she were to meet a pilot it should be the best there is." He said cockily making your roll your eyes this time.

"But you aren't the best pilot." Bradley responded back making you and others chuckle. "She is."

Your eyes went wide not knowing who he was talking about maybe hoping he was talking about the other woman Phoenix instead. That wasn't the case though when you were completely unaware that he was pointing to you. Slowly moving your head to look at him his eyes solely on you.

He had this look on his face that would couldn't make out. Until you saw that look in his eye that told you he was about to blow your cover. Please Bradley don't you mouthed to him, and he just smirked.

"Yeah right and I'm Superman." Hangman joked not noticing how you were now frozen in place.

"God your such an idiot Hangman." At first you didn't know who he was talking to. "You clearly don't know who this is do you?"

Feeling everyone look over at you as you continued to stare at him shaking your head at him begging him not to tell. Judging by the look on his face you knew what he was about to do to you.

Your breathing was becoming very heavy and shallow. The air in your lungs was becoming restricted and you could feel your palms sweating waiting for him to spill the beans. The glancing from you to Bradley waiting in anticipation.

"What are you talking about?" Phoenix spoke up as Jake continued to stare at him a confused look on his face.

"Who is she?" Someone else said but you didn't know who.

"Your little date over there is a pilot herself." Jake snapped his head down to look at you an angry look on your face.

"Her names Y/N Kazansky daughter of Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky." Soon as they heard your last name some of them gasped or their eyes went wide in shock. "Call sign 'Frostbite."

"Holy shit." Hearing someone say as you now felt all eyes on you, but your focus was on the man with the mustache glaring at him feeling like steam was coming off your body.

"You two know each other then?" Bob asked really speaking for the first time that night.

"Unfortunately." His words had you wincing and your heart slowly breaking at how horribly he was treating you.

Once Bradley saw your reaction he felt bad but he couldn't take them back. A part of him wanted to walk up to you and hold you and tell you he was sorry he knew it wouldn't fix everything. Even though the group was going to find out eventually you wanted it to be on your terms, and not through Bradley who did it out of spite and possibly hatred.

Before anyone else could say anything you tore yourself away from the group, and practically zoomed out of there. Feeling a tear running down your cheek Penny watching with concern making Maverick turn around to look as well.

One things for sure that you know now. Bradley Bradshaw hates you.

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[fictoculus]

౨ৎ their voicelines for you; part 2...

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FEAT... xiao, kokomi, yoimiya, diluc, thoma

✧ xiao.

"can you have some? *he scoffs* no, no you can't. [name] made this specially for me, therefore i will be the one eating it. yes, [name] made it for me, is that a problem? no-one in all of teyvat makes almond tofu better than them- what?! *he chokes, further emphasising his shock* b-blushing?! no! no no, an adeptus would never blush at such a... such a pathetic thing as this... how could you even think that for a second"

✧ kokomi.

"ah yes, [name]... such a coincidence you brought up their name. *she smiles gently at the mention of your name* they fought valiantly for watatsumi island, and we all will forever be in their debt. hm? why of course, i am quite fond of the traveller- i mean... not- not in that way i just- we are merely... *she stutters, searching for a suitable answer* we are close friends. yes, that is all. now, if you'll excuse me, there are some important documents i must read. nice save..."

✧ yoimiya.

"[name]! [name]~ where are you? *she sighs to herself, spinning on the spot before running in a random direction* you're gonna miss the fireworks if you don't hurry up! i- oh, traveller! *she pants, holding her knees and trying to catch her breath* hey, you haven't seen [name] around, have you? i can't find them anywhere! w- why i'm looking for them? well... i uhm- we were meant to watch the fireworks at my favourite spot b- but if they don't show up, there's no way we'll get there in time!!! *she sighs to herself* i really wanted to watch the fireworks with them... i watch them with those who are special to me, and they... they are really special to me... what? n- no! it's nothing- i- well... uh- i- i'd better keep looking, see you around, traveller!"

✧ diluc.

"charles, don't serve him. *he pinches his nose bridge and sighs* dear archons... venti, this is your third bottle of dandelion wine. no, no venti, you're drunk- venti- *he sighs once more* how i wish [name] was here... oh, t- traveller! i didn't hear you come in- w- what do you mean? *he chuckles nervously* no, i wasn't talking about [name], i was just trying to get a certain someone out my tavern. i- no- fine. in all seriousness, i was talking about [name]... i just wish they were here to- no, no no not like that- travelller... traveller, where are you going? traveller! don't you dare! i swear to- and i wondered why they wanted to keep our relationship a secret..."

✧ thoma.

"oh, traveller! what a nice surprise, i didn't expect to see you at the kamisato estate any time soon, what brings you here? *his eyes widen ever so slightly* [name]? *he stutters over your name* y- yes, what about them? you seem awefully serious... w- what?! they're hurt?! shit shit shit i- whe- do you know where they are? i- no, no i'm fine, i'm fine... well, yes, of course i care about them, we're- you know what- here, would you mind holding these for me? thanks-i'll-be-right-back! *he shouts over his shoulder as he practically sprints away to find you* that was close... now where in teyvat are they?!"

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[tigermark]

[10:37 pm]

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you were sitting alone in the room you shared with haechan when you heard some ruckus in the kitchen.

haechan had said a little over an hour ago that he was going to get something to drink, and you weren't aware of how much time had passed. upon hearing the noise, you sprung out of bed to make sure he was alright.

you made it to the kitchen to see a cracked wine glass on the floor, and haechan staring down at it with sleepy eyes.

"honey, what happened?" you ask, trying to stay calm.

"oh hey baby," he responds, slurring his words. "i was just having a few drinks and accidentally dropped my glass.. i'll clean it up don't worry."

he began to stand up but you immediately stop him. "stay here, i can do it."

he nods and you start cleaning, picking up the bigger glass pieces first.

after you triple check for any left over shards of glass, you walk over to the table to see exactly how much he'd drank.

on the table sat an empty bottle of wine, and another unopened one. if he didn't drop the glass, he'd probably have kept drinking.. you realized, almost grateful for the mess he made.

"haechan.. you know you're not supposed to drink that much," he looks at you with lidded eyes as you rub your forehead.

"so pretty.." he mumbles, clumsily grabbing your waist. he pulls you over to him so that you're now standing in between his legs, his hands rested on your hips.

"what am i gonna do with you.." you sigh.

"it doesn't matter," he smiles up at you. "i just want you in there." he motions towards your bedroom, leaving your face red.

"nope, you gotta rest first."

his lips form into a small pout, leaving a small kiss on your neck.

"pleaseeee i'll be good," he practically begs, but you still don't agree.

one more kiss, this time a little below the waitband of your pants. he looks up at you with lust filled eyes.

you pull him to his feet, making him stumble a little. "c'mon lets go relax love."

he opens his mouth to talk, but you put a finger to his lips to shut him up. he follows you to the living room, holding your hand. sitting down on the couch, you pull him down next to you. he immediately cuddles to your side, leaving small kisses all over your face and neck. his eyes are foggy, making them look darker than they actually are. he has this blushy glow to him, making him seem even more appealing.

"how have you not blacked out yet," you ask sarcastically.

"i'on know.. i'm just good at drinking i guess."

you give him an annoyed smile as he ducks his face into the crook of your neck. he looks up at you, pusing a strand of hair out of your face, clumsily smashing your lips together.

"why are you so pretty...." he asks fully serious, pouting slightly.

"i'm only being pretty for you. now, do you want to watch a movie?"

"i just wanna look at you. you're my favorite tv show, y/n."

even though he's just saying things because he's drunk, you blush at his words. he seriously is a nuisance sometimes, but you have to admit; he's definitely good at flirting.

you wrap your arms around his waist, cuddling him so he'll leave you alone. he whines briefly, grabbing your hand and placing it on his head. you play with his hair, brushing it with your fingers, tugging at it slightly just the way he likes.

"y/n.." he whimpers.

"hm?" you mumble.

"kiss me, please."

you move your hand from his hair to his chin, tilting it towards your face so he can kiss you. he dives into the kiss with no hesitation, lips still tasting like wine. he's sloppy with the way he kisses you, but not in a gross way. when he's drunk, haechan kisses you in a way that seems territorial. he acts like someone is going to steal you if his lips aren't on yours in that exact moment.

he pulls away, satisfied. "you taste so sweet."

you hum in response, not daring to break the eye contact he is blessing you with. the only word you could use to describe him in that moment was ethereal. sure, it sounded cheesey but it was true. very true.

"y/n.." he pouts, "i'm tired."

"you can fall asleep, i'm right here."

he nods at your reassuring words, and it only takes a couple strokes at his scalp for him to be completely slumped. his hands are wrapped around your waist in a death grip, hair messy from it being messed with, and way he looks while he sleeps sends a swarm of butterflies to your stomach.

after a few minutes, you fall asleep right there with him, comforted by his touch, smell, and feel.

[blueberryarchive]

Birthday Cake ˖ ࣪⭑ (18+)

tw; toxic relationship, smut

"Stay there," whispered Jungkook to Bam in a drunken chuckle while you took his hand. You knew that house better than himself, and even though it reminded you of bitter times, the sparkling wine in your veins was so sweet. Daring.

"Hurry up, idiot," you hushed him looking for the door to his home studio. His friends were calling him, the candles from the cake melting downstairs waiting for the birthday boy to appear. You were opening doors, God only knows why. "God, you're still a mess. Why the fuck don't you get a maid to clean your room?"

Ah, there it is still. You and your fucking complaining.

"Ok, sugar. Would you be my maid?" With an iced hand, silver and diamonds clashing with your barely covered ass. His fingers went up your skirt without asking, he was so needy for you and he didn't care if he looked desperate. If you two almost trip over the rug, hell, he would fuck you just there if he could.

His friends told him not to invite you to his 26th birthday party. He didn't care. You were his ex, yes. You ended on bad terms, kind of. But your fucking eyes were inviting him to sin again, all night, with only two glances and you were already taking his hand to steal him from Jimin and the girl he was trying to present to him. He didn't even apologize or fight. And the girl, she was lovely, but Jeon knew it took more than pretty to get to him.

More. More daring and dangerous, something to make his heart race and his lips bruising red. More of taking his tipsy ass to his home studio and close the door while everyone was looking for him. Kiss the edge of his jaw and play with the silver choker around his neck.

"Oh, fuck you," he whined playing with your hair, hand trembling with emotion. He hated you so much for knowing every little piece of him, where to touch him without him asking. "Why do you always do this to me?"

"Why did you invite me, then?" your cheeky smile looking up at his frown.

With a sudden move he was carrying you to his desk, you laughed so hard his heart ached. Remembering sleepless nights walking around the park, the only sound being your voice telling stories to his tired ears.

You took the microphone that was next to you and looked at him with hooded eyes. "Happy birthday," you started singing and he rolled his eyes, the smell of your perfume was intoxicating, lethal, a fucking weapon.

He knew you knew it was his favorite.

A spark lit on his head. "Wait," he smirked and took a step back lifting your dress. A sigh came out of his nose, and he moved his head from side to side while pursing his lips. "You never change, do you?"

"I mean it's your birthday, dear." you purred in his ear, you were wearing a baby blue set. How dare you.

"So you were planning on fucking me?"

"I was planning on fucking." your eyes were dancing around the room, blushed.

"Right." And with that, the rush was no longer going to his dick.

"Oh, Kook. You knew I came because I needed some."

He sat on his desk chair, legs wide open just like his dark shirt. Sleek, black hair covering his dangling earrings and the new piercing on his lower lip you were ready to taste. But you fucked up. His eyes were lost, going to the past, knowing that things could have worked out between you two. It was late, though.

"Baby-"

"Undress, love. We didn't come to talk." His voice was deep and hurt, anxiously biting the silver of his lip.

You indeed didn't say a thing and obeyed.

"Slower, baby. I got time," without taking his eyes off of you he went to his desk looking for music. The song was slow, and inviting. He started to move his head to the beat. He walked right past you taking a good look at your body, he was pleased and you knew by the smile carved in his gaze.

He went back to the chair and nodded so you could come to his open lap. "You were not planning on fucking anyone else." He said, you chuckled. He was so cocky. "You came with my favorite perfume." True. "And one of my favorite pieces on you." That didn't mean...something. " So you came to please the birthday boy, showing off your cute ass around, looking so good, smelling better than the cake. And now you don't want me to eat my piece? How selfish."

Your eyebrows raised. Oh, he was angry. 

You sat down and he took control, gripping your ass so hard that it might leave bruises.

"C'mon, ride me like you did Jimin on that club," he whispered, and your heart sank. How did he know? Your chest felt heavy, guilt sipping through your veins. It was only a dance but, 

"Don't worry," he smiled. "I already took your friend on a date, I might fuck her on the second one."

As he was talking, you were unconsciously moving on top of him. He was guiding you, moving slowly from the tip to the zipper of his pants. 

"You came to get some, baby?" his lips were brushing against yours, the cold from the hoop sending shivers to your core. How much you missed that chill. You nodded at his question. "Then you will get some."

With both hands behind your ass, he carried you to the desk opening your legs, your back against the furniture. The light from the computer made his face blue, and the diamonds around his neck made him look so pretty. 

The back of your legs were on his chest while he took his dick out. He was hard and already leaking. You hummed at the sight.

"Say it," he caressed your leg with his hand. Tip already teasing your entrance.

"Say what?" you dared to say. You were stubborn even in the worst times. 

Jungkook didn't warn you when he already was inside you, filling you with a scorching pleasure. 

"Say it, baby."

"Yes, I came to fuck you." you cried when he started moving. He smiled. 

He pushed his body near yours, making your knees touch your chest. His forehead with yours while the slapping sound echoed with his own music in the background. 

The in-and-out was heavenly, wet, and nasty. Just how he liked. 

"God, you're so fucking bad for me. But that pussy, baby," you kissed him with so much love he couldn't keep the bad boy act. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck when the rhythm started to get sloppy, he began to lose balance, one hand gripping the edge of the desk for support. That kiss killed him. 

"Oh, Kookie!" you purred, messing his hairstyle with your trembling fingers.

"Fuck you," he groaned, searching for your lips again to shut you up. 

With one hug and a grunt, he came painting your creamy walls. "God, I love you." he sighed and blushed. He fucked up. 

Your stare softened, and you smiled, reassuring him that you didn't feel fear for something you both knew it was not easy to throw away.

"Happy birthday, Kookie boy." You gave him a peck, fixing his hair. 

Late as fuck but here i am :))) -🫐

[dandelion-wings]

💙 For Jean/Kaeya? 🙏

Thank you for the ask! <3 Once again going with 'vaguely imagined endgame,' but this time with a happier bent.

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ETA: Now on AO3.

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Jean rarely lets herself get this drunk. She hasn't at all since Grand Master Varka left. As Acting Grand Master, she has to be ready to respond to any emergency at any time. A drink or two now and then is all right--she's as much a child of Mondstadt as anyone else, and she's had the practice--but inebriated to the point of stumbling? This hasn't been permissible.

It is now, though. Grand Master Varka is home, and the worst of that weight is off her shoulders. Even if she takes it on again, *when* she takes it on again, eventually, for he's made no secret that he intends her as his successor, she'll have her full complement of knights and captains and won't fear disaster if Mondstadt's defenses are just one short now and then. Not that Jean intends to drink this heavily often, now that she's gotten out of the habit, but right now she's flushed with relief as much as she is with wine, and she's enjoying both of them to the fullest.

Enjoying her third reason to be so flushed, as well. Kaeya is right beside her, hovering in close attendance, his own drink nearly untouched as he teases her about her excess and yet calls Diluc over again and again to serve her more wine. Interspersed with juice and water, a touching concern as well as an exasperating one, when she knows that he doesn't take nearly as much care on his own more drunken evenings. Still, she can't help but laugh when he cajoles her to try the various different juices in exactly the same tones he's been introducing her to different wines.

"You don't even like grape juice," she tells him. Her accusatory tone is lost in her giggles as he puts his hand to his chest, pretending to be wounded.

"Ah, but this is Diluc's favorite vintage! You'll break his heart if you don't try it."

"I can make you another Gray Valley Sunset if you'd prefer," Diluc calls from the other end of the bar.

Kaeya, grinning, leans in to stage-whisper in her ear. "He hides the heartbreak so well."

That grin is amused and fond and truly, warmly happy, in the way that Jean so rarely gets to see. She's not the only one sitting here amid beloved friends, feeling the relief of all that lifted weight of duty. A lifted weight of fear, as well, with the Honorary Knight's assurance that so many things they'd once had to fear gone, forever--including those things she knows Kaeya had feared, in secret, refusing to share. He's been lighter ever since. She's seen this grin more often in the past two months than she has in at least five years.

It makes her grin back, just as happy, shared joy fluttering light and glad inside her. She doesn't need to know what it was that loomed over him for all those years. She's never needed that. All she needs is the knowledge that he's escaped. The only bindings left upon him are those he's chosen himself. Mondstadt, as he's more than proven. Diluc, hiding his smile behind an eye-roll. And Jean, whose hand he holds, fingers wound cool and familiar around hers as he nudges the glass closer.

"I'll drink it," Jean tells him, "if you drink as well."

"Oh, no. I'll leave it to you and Diluc."

"Just a taste," Jean coaxes, and then, a mischievous impulse bubbling up and buoyed by the wine, dares to tell add, "and you don't have to take it from the glass."

"*Oh?*" Jean is pleased to see his gaze drop to her lips. "In that case, I'll accept your bargain. But only on the grounds that I get a taste of your next glass of wine, too."

"And every glass after, wine or otherwise. It was remiss of me not to offer earlier."

"It truly was. I might have to steal two tastes of everything, just to make up for it."

"It's not stealing if it's freely given." Jean knows the heady feeling is the wine; Kaeya makes such insinuations all the time, it's just that normally they're mortifying. Even with Diluc right there, though, undoubtedly in earshot, she feels nothing but bubbly excitement.

Picking up the glass, she tries to toss it back like she's seen other drinkers do with cider and nearly chokes on the too-sweet deluge. She sputters a little, nearly spilling the undrunk half of the glass. Kaeya, though, takes it from her hand and leans in before she can recover and try again. His mouth catches hers, already open, and he sets the glass aside to cup the back of her head as he takes a long, luxurious taste of more than just the juice lingering on her tongue.

He doesn't stop even when Diluc clears his throat beside them, and Jean herself takes a moment to overcome her disappointment before she pushes him away. Diluc picks up the glass and holds it out to Kaeya.

"If you're going to do *that*, take it upstairs. You do have your own room."

"I'd be glad to. Though we do have more drinks to order-"

"I'll send up a selection. I can guess what you'd ask for," Diluc says, with a tired sigh. Even as he turns away, though, he shoots Jean a small, secret smile, as if to make sure she knows that his exasperation isn't for her--as if she doesn't already know that even his exasperation with Kaeya is mostly a front.

He may be embarrassed, though. Jean should feel worse about that, but the light feeling bubbling through her is too strong. She'll apologize in the morning, she decides, and sets it aside. When she staggers a little, Kaeya catches her with an arm around her waist, and she leans into him, letting her head rest on his shoulder as he conducts her upstairs. They're free now, both of them, and while duty still awaits tomorrow, she'll let herself fully enjoy that freedom tonight.

[skzoologist]

Hii!! I saw that you are open to supernatural AUs so... Can I ask for one where Stray Kids summon a demon that happens to be Bae? 😈😊 (I want happy vibes pleaseee)

word count: ~2k

warnings: few drops of blood

genre: demon AU, fluff?

a/n: I hate you. I told you in our chat already several times, but I hate you so much. You KNOW how much I love supernatural AUs, especially demon ones. And you dare give me this idea, that is now living rent free in my head, growing itself out into a whole ass series. I will be demanding compensation later. Maybe some Chan pics or smt, I haven't decided yet. I need to bash my head into the wall first a few times.

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

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“Are we really sure this is a good idea?”

Hyunjin’s question never got answered, the air between the 8 teenage boys unusually silent and strained. It only caused him to grow even more nervous, his fingers occasionally twitching without his own command, urging him to just tuck his hands into his pockets.

Everyone knew that it wasn’t a good idea. Not the little group they gathered up in, not the dark room lit up with various candles, all placed in a certain pattern scattered throughout the whole space. And the charcoal drawing they circled around certainly wasn’t the best thing they had ever done in their whole life, not at all.

But what they were about to do was something even stupider.

Jeongin took out a little knife he’d kept safely tucked away in his flannel’s pocket, revealing the hidden blade with the single press of a button. His eyes swept over everyone else’s, worried glances greeting him back. The maknae could only gulp, yet his slightly shaking hands extended over the circle, blade cutting into supple flesh.

Drip, drop.

The vermillion liquid slowly landed and formed a small pool in the middle of the drawing, where the most intricate symbols laid, everyone sitting around it with bated breaths. It felt as if they were about to make either the best, or the most horrible decision of their lives, and they couldn’t have wished for it to be over any faster. It laid heavy on their shoulders, their chests, as soon as they got their hands on that wine red, leather bound book that started it all. It was as if that thing was calling them, whispering into their ears, something they couldn’t resist even for a moment. 

It would have felt wrong to do so.

So now, here they were, performing the ritual that was carefully written down in those aged, yellow pages, their content beautifully explained in great detail. Even them, who had no idea about the occult, could easily perform it; the hardest thing to do was to draw the lines good enough and have enough bravery to cut into their flesh.

And yet… nothing seemed to be happening.

No magical lights appeared from the summoning circle, no portal opened from the blood, nothing. Not even a little puff of smoke.

“Well… we tried.” - it was Chan, breaking everyone out of their stupor. “Yea, let’s just go. Don’t look so heartbroken Lixie, we can maybe try again later?” - Changbin said, slinging an arm over the mentioned male’s shoulder. “Exactly, so let’s just go down. I never liked this room, whenever I passed by it, it gave me the chills. C’mon Jisungie, stop moping around.” - Hyunjin said, a sweat rolling down the side of his forehead. “No need. Just look.” - Minho’s voice caught everyone’s attention, his arms ushering the two youngest behind his protective form.

The boy was right, the room now glowed in a sinister red light, something captivating, yet frightening. A rift that tore through time and space started opening up in the middle of the summoning circle, the blood fallen there now moving on its own, pawing the path for the portal in an intricate pattern. Dark smoke escaped that rift, coating the room with its chilly self. If only that was the single thing that crossed over to their world, then the boys could have heaved a sigh of relief. But no, they were forced to watch as a void-dipped, clawed hand gripped at their floor boards, pale skin following it soon after.

In front of the boys stood an imposing creature, one with ashen skin that was dipped into tar, head crowned with pairs of majestic horns, back adorned with a pair of skin-woven wings and a slender tail. His eyes were like molten gold, the colours and patterns perpetually swirling in there, dragging anyone into their depths, were they brave enough to look.

Those same eyes slightly widened, stuck on two members of this little friend group, their presence catching the demon completely off-guard. He wanted to ask what this was all about, especially when he saw that same recognition flash across their eyes, but he wasn’t a fool. There must have been a reason for why they hid amongst these humans, something he didn’t want to ruin even without knowing.

So, the demon set his eyes on Chan, the one who bravely stood in front of anyone in a protective manner. The creature cocked his head to the side, his wings closed to seem less imposing as he was waiting for the other to speak. Nobody summoned a demon for no reason, after all.

“Why did we do this, again? Someone remind me please?” - Changbin’s voice was sharp, yet it had a slightly fearful edge to it. “I don’t fucking know, you idiots just bought this book and somehow we ended up here. With a fucking demon in our room, which is as tall as the room itself!” - Seungmin’s seethed, snapping at the other. “It wasn’t even me, why are you yelling at me then?! It was Minho and Jisung who found the book and brought it here, blame them!” “Oh so you’re pointing fingers now, huh?” - Minho joined in, a deep scowl etched onto his delicate features. “Uh, guys, maybe not now…” - but Jeongin’s pleas weren’t heard, not even after Hyunjin joined him in his efforts to diffuse the situation.

The demon watched it with amusement, a slight huff escaping his form as it reminded him of the past.

“Hey, you can grant one of our wishes, right? Any kind?” - Chan asked, causing the demon’s eyes to fall onto his tiny form that was squished between Jisung and Felix carefully.

His only reply was a silent nod.

“I want these 7 boys to never be harmed, to always be healthy and protected.”

That reply was not what the two boys beside him expected, staring at him with wide eyes and arguing how he should have wished for something better, for himself. The demon just observed it, how everyone argued in the room for different reasons, his eyes lingering on the two liars.

“I cannot grant you what you already have.”

Chan only sputtered at that, unable to believe what he had just heard. The two next to him reacted similarly, a few from behind them joining in, their argument slowly dying down. Everyone just stared up at the hellish entity, watching his eyes shift around, his head slightly dipping down when he closed his eyes for a few seconds, deep in thought. The hair-woven waterfall behind him gently moved, just like the chains and other ornaments that decorated his horns and sharp ears.

Those molten orbs were visible again, hiding behind long lashes, yet no more sound exited the demon’s lips.

“What do you mean? I already have it? We’ve never done anything like this, that’s impossible! Explain yourself!” - Chan raised his voice, clearly getting worked up. “Don’t worry, Channie hyung, he’s only speaking the truth. Other demons would take this chance and take your soul in exchange for nothing.” - it was Felix who spoke up this time, his warm hand lingering on his hyung’s shoulder, before he stepped towards the demon. “Yea, you can really trust him. He’s the softest demon I’ve ever known, and I know San.” - Jisung followed the younger aussie, a lopsided smile dancing on his lips.

Everyone watched on, confused, questions upon questions flying through their heads. The strong feeling sat out onto their faces, some closing their mouths several times, yet no sound left any of them. The two who were now standing next to the demon looked guilty, rightfully so.

Because now Felix was sporting angel wings, while Jisung had bat wings and a tail protruding from his back.

“Someone tell me they’re seeing the same thing, otherwise I’ll assume I somehow overdosed myself on drugs.” “Innie, you didn’t take any.” “That was the problem then.”

The boys laughed at that, the awkward tension now broken thankfully. It gave a chance for the two who hid their true entity to gather themselves, to take a deep breath and just slowly let it out.

“We’re so sorry for hiding this before you guys, but it doesn’t change who we are as a person, really. We’re still the sa–” “Lix, Lixie, it’s okay, don’t start crying. Sure, it’s a surprise, a big one, but we’re not mad. No, Sungie, you calm down too. Just. We need a minute to process, ye?” - Chan interrupted, a heavy sigh leaving his chest as he pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to make sense of everything.

“So… you guys like, know each other?” “Minho!” “What? I’m sure you wanna know too!”

Laughter interrupted the bickering couple, Chan and Minho stopping to look at the still giggling Felix and Jisung.

“Yea, we kinda have a history, the three of us. In short, me and Bae are like brothers, and I mean our new demon buddy here. The two of us are like two peas in a pod, inseparable. Lixie here somehow didn’t hate our guts, even though our races completely hate each other, and we all kept sneaking out to hang out. That’s the gist of it, and now here we are!” “While Jisungie left out a lot, and I mean a LOT, that’s the basics, yea. But we’ll fill you guys in later, first let’s finish forming this pact, before the portal closes and Bae’ll be banished back into Hell for a good while.” “Okay, but how? He already denied one wish.” - Chan argued back, the others nodding along. “Hmm, don’t worry about that. I think he already knows what he wants.” - Jisung replied, his eyes hiding a knowing glint inside.

Indeed, the young demon was correct. Ever since he’d been summoned, Bae knew what he'd wanted and from who. It was obvious it wouldn’t be the one whose blood was used for the creation of the portal, everyone too overprotective for that to happen. And the others either didn’t have something to wish for that they didn’t already have, or Bae simply didn’t want to grant it -he was a picky demon after all-.

But there was one wish that tickled his fantasy, one that drew him closer.

“I can grant what your heart desires, in exchange for your soul. What do you say, Hwang Hyunjin?”

The boy was frozen in place, his dark eyes locked onto golden ones. His lungs stuttered, nearly failing to work and take in that vital air, and yet… 

He wasn’t truly afraid. 

This gigantic, dangerously captivating creature didn’t terrify him. No, he was excited, his heart was beating hard and fast as if to say that yes, this was finally happening, he’d waited for this for so long. He didn’t know what he’d been waiting for truly, but this whole thing just felt…right. As if a missing puzzle piece was found, ready to be placed in its place and complete a bigger picture.

A little smile drew itself on the demon’s lips, something that caught everyone’s attention as it wasn’t sinister, no, quite the opposite.

“Then the pact is sealed.”

All Hyunjin felt was a slight pain on his cheek, then dark smoke covered up his vision, the demon’s form lost inside. Nothing could be really heard, besides the hushed whispers of the members and his own rushing blood, his heart beating loudly in its cage. Something that only strengthened when the smoke finally cleared, his eyes widening at the sight.

A tall human stood in front of him, pale, delicate skin framed by dark hair. His eyes weren’t molten gold anymore, no, they mirrored his own, dark pools like the inky sky. It took him a second to blink, the sight strangely carved into his mind.

He had to sketch it down later.

Bae lightly smiled at Hyunjin with those barely red-tinted lips, turning around and opening his arms. It didn’t take longer than a second for him to be tackled by Felix and Jisung, the two clinging onto him as if their lives depended on it. So much so, that the little devil hopped onto his back, while Felix was in his arms, carried away as if this was the newly met devil’s daily life.

The others could only blink at that, too confused to really do anything.

What a weird, twisted situation they had gotten themselves into.

[trekscribbles]

Prompt: Thief

From the Land of Myth Discord Server: One Word Writing Prompt Game

Word prompt provided by BronteHeart

"That boy is a thief!"

The accusation echoed through the courtroom, unchallenged and unanswered. The cook who'd hurled it stood red-faced before the throne, with Merlin looking uncharacteristically meek beside her. He waited with his head bowed, his hands clasped firmly before him, not daring to lift his gaze from his feet. 

Arthur didn't like it. 

"What has the boy stolen?" his father asked, signaling his own servant to bring more wine. He was distracted today, and disinterested in such a petty case. Both boded well for Merlin, as long as the idiot didn't say anything to incriminate himself. 

"Three rabbits," the cook said. "The very best in Camelot, raised by my own hand and intended for the king's table."

"And what proof do you have against Merlin?" Arthur cut in. It was a good moment—his father had turned to have his goblet filled, and he liked it when Arthur took charge of things. 

"He was the only one who had access to their cages after I left last night," the cook said. Her manner was haughty, which would have set Arthur against her even if he hadn't known the accused. She was one of the most important workers in the castle, after all, and Merlin had only been there a few weeks. Uther would have taken her word over Merlin's and been done with it. 

Arthur should have done the same. Instead, he folded his arms and said, "Merlin. Did you steal the rabbits?"

"No, sire."

At least he had the sense to use titles in front of the king. Arthur returned his attention to the cook. "Were his quarters searched?"

The woman hesitated. "Yes, but—"

"And were the rabbits found?"

"No, but—"

"Do you have any idea where Merlin might be keeping them?"

She swallows. "No. But I'm certain he—"

"I'm afraid that, without proof, I cannot issue a punishment." Arthur kept his head turned away from his father, trying not to read into the continued silence from the throne. "Should new evidence be found, I shall reconsider my ruling. Until then, I must dismiss this accusation."

The cook stared at him, but she had more sense than to argue. With a somewhat sullen curtsey, she mumbled an acceptance of his judgement and turned away. 

"You are too lenient," Uther said, and Arthur suppressed a wince. "A night in the stocks would have wrung the confession out of him."

Arthur let his hands fall to his sides. "That was the last case for today. If you do not require my presence here any longer, I am due at the training fields."

His father dismissed him with a wave, and Arthur strode from the room. Merlin, who had stayed where he was in the middle of the room, hurried silently after him. Arthur led the way into the hall, nodding to the guards to close the great doors behind them. 

"Thank you," Merlin said softly, once the guards had shut themselves in the throne room and left him and Arthur in the empty hall. "For believing me, I mean. I wasn't sure you would."

"I don't believe you," Arthur said, crossing his arms again. 

Merlin blinked at him. "But... you—"

"I don't think you stole the rabbits," Arthur said. "But I'm sure you had something to do with it. So go on, out with it. Where are they?"

Arthur expected sheepishness, or possibly guilt. Maybe another attempt at a lie. Instead, Merlin raised his chin and said, "I released them into the forest."

Now it was Arthur's turn to blink. "You..." he said weakly, but was unable to think of anything else to say. "Why?"

Merlin looked away, a petulant expression crossing his face. "You wouldn't understand."

"Merlin."

"They were just... the cook kept saying how she was going to kill them, and they just kept looking at me, and their eyes were so big, and..." He trailed off, still not meeting Arthur's gaze. 

Arthur took a calming breath. "So you released what was meant to be the king's supper because you thought they were too cute to eat?"

There was a pause, and then Merlin made a motion that was half nod and half shrug. 

Arthur wanted to be angry. He wanted to feel the righteous wrath the cook had felt���which his father would have felt, had Merlin confessed before the throne. Instead, he felt a bubble of something light and unfamiliar rising up in his chest, something which may have turned to laughter if he didn't choke it out quickly enough. 

So he twisted the sound that wanted to be a laugh into a cough and started down the hallway. "Fetch my armor," he said, clearing his throat for good measure.

Merlin took an unsteady breath. "You're not going to bring me back to your father?"

"You didn't steal the rabbits," Arthur said. "That's the crime I was asked to judge, and I've given my verdict. There's no use revisiting it now. But Merlin..." He turned to look over his shoulder, taking in Merlin's bright eyes and disbelieving smile. 

"Yes?" he said eagerly. 

Arthur sighed. He had a feeling he was going to regret the inexplicable fondness threatening to attach itself to his new manservant.

"Maybe avoid the rabbit cages from now on."

[tricksterfiction]

Prompt #11 Once Bitten, Twice Shy...Part Two!

Sen lounged languidly with her leather heels propped up on a table, leaning back on two legs of the chair. She wore an old deep forest green bilaud cinched at her waist with a leather belt. Sleeves rolled up, hands folded over belly. Ruby red earrings hung at her horns, her hair choppily cut by herself. She was hanging her head over the back of the chair making eyes and conversation with the very pretty, well made up and to do seeker bar wench. Full of easy smiles, her grassy greens were inviting but clearly wanting for company and attention. She found herself in Aleport that eve.

Sen was rarely drunk or fuelled with liquid courage, she could and would nurse a single mug of ale or glass of wine for an entire night if need be. An overtly flirty lady like Sen had to keep her wits about her, especially for all the trouble she wanted to get into on any night.

The bar wench giggled, "Stop it, I ain't about to entertain the thought! With every table full, this little lady is about to make her worth in generous patrons and their tips."

Sen pouted playfully, wobbling her lower lip, the seeker batting at her shoulder, Sen was smiling now, "Ahh if you say so S'ilvie, wouldn't dare think for a moment I could."

That earned Sen a peck on her forehead, S'ilvie moved on. She grinned, pleased with herself enough to take a sip of the stout that was her companion for the night. Just as she raised her mug some asshole stepped on the raised legs of her chair bringing her back to the ground, splashing stout all up her nose.

"Pfffbtpt-!" She used her sleeve to wipe her face, readying a nasty remark. A very confident hand resting on the back of the chair beside her head, her sour expression settling on her rival.

"Hey."

Staring down a pair of cool silvery keeper eyes, he flashed a corner of his fang in a shit eating grin. Two scars marking the bridge of his nose, long, silky silvery hair fell over his shoulders. His skin a soft grey. He wore an open collared shirt, a few necklaces hung low enough for someone to snatch and pull him around. A few rings on each hand. Importantly an elm cane on his back. Her redwood cane was laid on the table.

"Qaro'a." Sen managed, civilly, and because he decided to invade her personal space, she used her thumb to lift up his upper lip, tilting her head upside down as if to get a better look. "Still got those baby chompers, what a pity."

He gave her a beat then took a snap at her fingers, and she yanked them back in time. Truthfully she knew his fangs well, made the mistake of sleeping with him one fateful night a couple years ago. After Rosie died, Sen made a promise to herself not to date other soldiers ever again and picked out of the closest pool of horny counterparts within the Stillglade Fane. She was a member of the Conjurer's Guild as well, but her job was primarily serving in the Order of the Twin Adders.

Both of them were aiming to serve under the Hearers.

"Buscarron's quiet so you had to come skulking around here for some tail?"

"And look who's tail I found."

"I'm trying to relax, I'm not in the mood." Sen hissed, then dismissively waving him off, "Fuck off, alright?" Then pushed his face out of hers.

S'ilvie brought a napkin, looking at the scaly flirt with pity before scurrying off again. Sen dabbed herself dry, eyeing Qaro'a warily.

He tsked, conceding some space only to park his ass on the table, making himself comfortable, "What, you don't want company?"

"Not yours at any rate."

"Tis only a happy coincidence that I found you here tonight, Miss Urabe." He said, lifting her mug to steal a swig, promptly spitting it out. "You were going to nurse this swill all night? Gods only know what ruffian company you would find here, only the most rotten of beer bellies and the stupidest of pirates mill about here." He wasn't speaking quietly.

Some patrons were taking notice, throwing their eyebrows up at the pair of snotty Gridanians.

"Gods you are-" She motioned as if to strangle him, "I am serious, piss off before you get us kicked out!"

"I'd be doing you a favour if that were to happen, can't have such a sweet, sheltered girl lost here in a nasty pirate's den?" He cooed and successfully pushed Sen's buttons, as he was want to do. Theirs was always a battle of wits, snark and inconvenient appearances. Qaro'a was winning.

She stood up, the chair clattering down behind her snatching at his collar with both hands about to verbally lay into him when her voice squeaked at the appearance of red coat maelstrom roegadyn officer, arms folded and hrming with displeasure. He thumbed at the door.

"Out. The botha ya."

Deflating, she dug around her pocket for gil leaving an extra tip for S'ilvie on the table. Qaro'a was snickering.

She snatched her cane, they trudged out together with the door slamming behind them.

Qaro'a burst out laughing slapping his knee, cackling a few "you should have seen your face!" or some, "That was so bloody easy!" and a, "Gods, Urabe, you've gotten sensitive!"

She stomped, shouting over his laughing, "Shut up!" Her voiced cracked a little.

His ears perked then flattened, realizing he overstepped, "Look, Urabe, let me make it up to you- we can go to uh..." He looked around then up to a sleepy looking bar, quieter by the looks of it than what Qaro'a had seen of Buscarron's. He squinted, "Once Bitten, Twice Shy?" Then read the board, "Artisan craft beers."

He hooked his elbow round hers and dragged her over, she complained the whole time and quieted as they crossed the threshold. The pair looked about, Qaro'a waved a polite hello dragging her over to the bar.

The bartender, a tall well polished wildwood, gold accessories shining with a certain amount of pride.

"What can I get you two kids?"

"A pale ale for me, and a stout for her - a glowy red amber if you have it." He ordered for her and she glared at him in spite of herself. He knew her order.

"Comin' up."

Pressing her forehead to the polished grains of wood, "Can I go? You've ruined the night for me."

He folded his arms over and got lower, his voice was quiet - apologetic, "Aw c'mon, Sen. Don't say that. One proper drink where you and I finish at relatively the same time."

Sitting up, swiping her bangs up out of her face, she bit off, "Fine."

The beers arrived, she stared down at the head of the beer and Qaro'a tinked their glasses, quietly saying a cheers before taking his first sip. Sen finally took a few large sips herself.

It was much better than the stout she had across the way. She sighed.

"What happened, Sen?" He asked, "It's been ages since we've run into each other and usually you put up a bigger fight than that tantrum back there." He pulled a face, scrunching up, "Ugh, I'm actually worried."

"Do I look like I want to talk about it?"

"No, but I'll listen anyway."

Sen about to turn her miserably frosty gaze onto him expecting to see that shit eating grin, instead she saw a sincere catte smiling gently at her, fist pressed into his cheek. She thawed out.

They talked the night away, finishing their beers and going on a walk under the stars. Sen spilled her guts, Qaro'a related to some degree - they commiserated the pressure of success on their shoulders much in the same way they did the night they shared a bed. He invited her back to his apartment in the Lavender Beds, and shared it once more. Not for sex, no, but for warm company. Wasn't a stranger's bed but... it'd have to do.

[tinyowlthoughts]

"Julie, he's back."

The bartender groaned, setting down the rag she'd been drying the shot glasses with so she could pinch the bridge of her nose. "Why is that my problem?" She asked, wishing that it was later in the day. When her bar was full, nobody dared bother her with silly little issues like this - not if they wanted to keep her tip jar from ending up in unpleasant places.

"You're the only one he listens to."

It...was unfortunately true. The bastard had selective hearing, and one of the words he picked up on more than any other was 'princess'. Unfortunately, Julie's last name was Prince, and that was apparently close enough.

"Still not my problem."

"It's Tiki Bar night, if he's still there when the party starts at six..."

Ah, she'd forgotten about that. Running a hand over the plastic lei hanging beside the mirror (cheap accessories paired with enthusiasm were a great way to make sure the tips rolled in), she weighed her options.

Who was she kidding, there were no options. Just a worthless literature degree that had racked up a ridiculous amount of student debt that she was still trying to pay down.

"Fine, fine, I'm coming." She grabbed the yellow and pink flowers and looped them around her neck. Joe - nervously clutching one of the pool nets and dripping chlorine-scented water on the tile floor - gave her a weak smile and nod before vanishing, likely off to change his clothes and huddle with the rest of the hotel staff. Honestly, he called himself a manager.

With two bottles of wine and the oversized novelty glass the barback, Julie crossed the lobby and confidently strode though the glass doors to the pool deck.

The Scourge of the I95 didn't bother looking up at the sound of the pool gate opening and closing. The dragon - almost too big to even fit in the pool - was lounging in the cool water, chin propped on the tiled edge, eyes closed in bliss. His green scales sparkled, even as the chlorine began to tint a few of them a pale teal. Julie didn't bother worrying about them - she'd asked once, and he'd reassured her they were close to shedding and would simply fall off, no harm done. That conversation had been a few years ago, in the fall, when the pool wasn't busy, and she wasn't at risk of losing a night of pineapple-rum soaked bills.

"Hey!" She shoved a flipflopped foot against the beasts snout. "Wilmington you prick, wake up!"

The dragon snorted, smoke curling lazily from his nostrils, and opened one eye to peer at her. It rolled heavenward, then closed with a huff. Julie huffed back (with less smoke) and set down the glass. "Dude, I'm not kidding. You can't do this today."

"And why not?" The dragons voice was a rumble, a bass so deep that it shook her bones as it rolled through the empty pool deck. "What are you, a mere mortal, to do about it?"

"I am going to ask you politely." Julie put her hands on her hips. "And when that doesn't work, I'm going to bribe you with some Red Cellars Red and hope you fly drunk into a mountain."

A grin slowly curled his maw, and after a moment the eye opened once more, zeroing in on her. "Ah, princess, I have missed your jokes."

"Not a joke, and still not a princess." Julie hooked a foot around the nearest plastic side table and dragged it over, setting down the glass and wine. "There's a party tonight, and I'm not letting you steal all my money by keeping the pool closed."

"Pah, money. You are royalty, what could you need a few of those - what did you call them? - tops for?" Wilmington had lifted his head slightly now, both eyes focused on the bartender as she pulled a corkscrew from her apron pocket and started fighting with the first bottle.

"It's tips, and because I have student loans to pay back." The cork finally pulled loose with a satisfying 'pop!' and Julie set the first bottle down to repeat the process with the second. "Education ain't cheap, dude."

The dragon rolled his eyes with a huff. "Princesses don't pay for their education, they are granted it by birthright."

"Not this princess." The cork tore in half, and she muttered a half-hearted curse and began digging out the stuck bit.

"Hmph," the dragon huffed again. "Your parents are not impressing me. A king and queen should know the importance of educating future rulers of the kingdom."

Julie's eyes flicked to the blue tiles barely visible beneath the dragon, knowing there were white squares spelling out "Kingdom Hotels" beneath his stomach. "Yeah, well, they disowned me so..." She shrugged and finally just shoved the cork half hard, pushing it into the bottle itself. The dragon wouldn't notice a few floating specks of cork in the wine.

"Disowned? Whatever for?" Wilmington lifted his head off the deck, his full attention finally captured.

"I loved someone they didn't approve of. So they disowned me. Kicked me out the second I was a legal adult." Julie tilted both bottles over the glass, watching the deep red wine fill it. Maybe she should have grabbed a third glass, this might not be enough...

"Preposterous! Thou cannot help who thy loves!"

Her literature degree cringed at the butchering of medieval prepositions, but she knew better by now than to call him out on it. (Wilmington claimed he was one of the original Great Green Drakes of England, but Julie was fairly certain he'd hatched sometime in the 1800s, in a nest of King Arthur books.)

"Yeah, well, tell them that."

"I SHALL!"

Wilmington rose, water cascading off him to (mostly) refill the pool. Julie threw herself over the half-full novelty glass, getting soaked but saving the wine as the dragon shook himself off like a dog.

"Point me in the direction of those curs and I shall-"

"They're not worth it." Julie interrupted his diatribe before it could truly begin, wringing out her shirt and making sure the plastic lei wasn't damaged. Wilmington huffed, but apparently it had all been posturing, as he immediately sunk back into the water, settling his chin back on the edge.

"What cans't I do to aid thee, princess?" He asked, ear fins drawn back.

"Not much, Wil." Julie sighed and shoved the plastic table closer to him, one hand out to steady the wine glass. "Just - enjoy a drink and clear out before six, please?"

"Before five, we have to drain and refill the pool!" Joe called from the second floor, where he and a handful of other employees were watching the proceedings on one of the room balconies. Wilmington lifted his head and barred his fangs at them, and all seven quickly found something else to do that was far, far away from the balcony.

Julie snorted - cowards, the lot of them, which was saying a lot because two of them were honest-to-god centaurs and the most Alpha-Male-Chad assholes she'd ever met. Scared of a big baby like Wilmington, honestly.

Said dragon had picked up his glass and was swirling the wine around, eyes focused on the drink. "Thoust mentioned a loan...?"

"Yeah, sixty-k in debt."

"'K'?"

"Thousand. Sixty-thousand, a bit more than that. Barely making the payments and rent and my car payments, not to mention the cost of living increase and - y'know what, don't worry about it." Julie dragged one of the plastic lounge chairs over and threw herself down on it, throwing an arm over her eyes and letting out a long sigh. "It's just the life of Julie Prince, no biggie."

"Hm."

There was a sudden slurping noise - quite unlike the uptight dragon - and when Julie lifted her arm to look, the glass was empty, and he was once more lifting himself out of the pool.

"Thank you for the drink, princess." He bowed his head. "I wish you a most pleasant day." Then his great wings were beating, knocking over several tables and sending the chairs - including the one Julie was sitting on - skittering back a few feet.

"Uh-" Before she could return the goodbye, he had lifted off into the air, easily navigating the courtyard at the center of the tringle-shaped hotel and vanishing into the blue sky. That was odd - normally he carried on with proper royal 'formalities' for ages before she could shoo him away. Maybe the tragic backstory and financial burden had scared him away, like her last two girlfriends.

"Wow, Julie! A new record!" Joe cheered as he and another custodian came out, still clutching their nets like javelins. "We'll have plenty of time to get it cleaned up in time for the tiki bar."

Right, the tiki bar. She needed to make sure they had enough pineapple juice and pina colada mix. "Awesome. I'm gonna go shower off, let me know when you're ready for me to set up."

"Sure thing. Thanks again!"

~*~

"JULIE HE'S BACK!"

Joe - looking like a poor Magnum PI clone with his board shorts, open Hawaiian shirt, and the scraggly mustache on his upper lip - burst into the busy restaurant. Only three years of working with the man kept her from dropping her shakers. With practiced motions she finished the strawberry daiquiri and poured it for the patron, then excused herself, mentally kissing that tip goodbye.

"What do you mean he's back - the party starts in twenty minutes!" Julie hissed. Joe didn't answer, just grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the pool.

"I don't know - he just landed in the pool and told me 'n' Carl to come get you - he had some kind of bag? - all the water is out of the pool, we'll have to refill it - the party is about to start - "

With a huff, Julie pushed her way through the door and onto the pool deck, ready to give the dragon a piece of her mind, only to stop so short Joe ran right into her.

"Princess!" Wilmington beamed from where he was lounging in the water once again, one of the fake leis they had out for guests looped around his horns. In front of him, spilling out of a leather pouch as big as a VW Bug, was a pile of gold, jewels, and rolls of hundred dollar bills.

"Wil, what are you...?" Julie slowly approached the pool deck, staring at the pile of riches. "What is all this?"

The dragon preened, looking proud of himself as he sat up and shook off a bit (soaking the few hotel guests who had stuck around to watch). "As a thank you for your service earlier, I have brought you a top!"

"...you mean a tip?"

"Yes! A tip-top! And I have decided to join your festivities." He gestured to the lei around his horn.

Joe made a strangled noise near the door. "Julie, he needs to leave!"

Julie stooped down to pick up one of the coins. It was real - pure gold, stamped and authenticated. With a grin, the bartender turned to face the manager and flipped the coin towards him. He yelped and scrambled to catch it, dropped it, and had to stoop down and grab it before a Karen-esque woman nearby decided to make a dive for it.

"He's a paying customer, boss." Julie grinned. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to finish setting up the bar. Wil, have you ever tried a pina colada?"

~*~

I have no idea if this is good or not but I love Wilmington. He wants to be peak Arthurian dragon but he's like, a medieval hipster. Trying to use the lingo and failing spectacularly.

The idea of dragons in modern times is so fun because imagine a hot summer day on your vacay and go to use the hotel pool and staff is like "valued guests we regret to inform you that the pool area is out of service at the moment, we apologize for the inconvenience"

And people like "wtf why" looking out their hotel room window and there's this. This dragon just curled up in the pool chilling, literally, cooling itself down

Some of the staff are trying to gently shoo him away and the dragon does a soft little "rrrrrr" like a grumpy cat and a warning puff of smoke and they're like "fuck it i don't get paid nearly enough for this" and no ones using the pool today sorry!

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Main 10 have a s/o that owns a (legal) literal weapon artillery in their room. Hell, their room is THE artillery. (Knife models in wardrobe, instead of paintings or shelves there are hanging g u n s, and big boys too, like l96a1 - plus drawers filled with magazines of different sort)

Personality is chooseable, by the way-

Undertale Sans - He would feel very uncomfortable and unsafe knowing you have all of this where he sleeps. He's definitely going to ask them to either move them somewhere else (so he can't see them at all, please) or, better, get rid of them completely. He's not a big fan of weapons.

Undertale Papyrus - He collected random Underground weapons for you to help with your collection. Random bones, random Undyne's spears, even Asgore's trident that he definitely didn't steal. What? You can't prove anything, he has a cute face which means according to the fandom that he is completely naive and innocent.

Underswap Sans - The temptation to pick some to show off to the police station... But he knows he can't. He still likes your babies and insists on trying some of them. He loves guns specifically, but he likes all of them.

Underswap Papyrus - He can tolerate them around when it's only the two of you, even though he's very vocal about the fact he doesn't like them, but the second you have children, he insists you get rid of all of them. He doesn't want his kids to see weapons, or worse, try to use them thinking they are toys. That's pretty much a no-discussion topic, he won't back down on this.

Underfell Sans - Well, it's always useful and he feels safer knowing that even if he runs out of magic if he's attacked in his own home, he knows a few ways to fight back. He prefers you not play with them though. Like, they're good where they are: exposed like trophies.

Underfell Papyrus - Oh, the jealousy. As the days pass, you notice more and more of your weapons are disappearing lol. Edge took them all in the garage where he set up a small trap to hide them like a gremlin because he really really likes them, and anyway, what belongs to you belongs to him. He's definitely going to play the kicked puppy if you call him out. How dare you accuse him? He has never done something wrong in his life ever.

Horrortale Sans - Big no no. If you don't get rid of them, one day you'll come home and everything will be gone. Weapons are triggering for Oak, so chances are he buried them all in the forest and you never see them again. He can't find them again anyway because he completely forgot where he put them.

Horrortale Papyrus - He's very uncomfortable and will ask you to put them somewhere he can't see them, or get rid of them. Willow hates weapons since the famine. It's not that he doesn't trust you with them, but rather that he doesn't trust himself with the weapons around. He knows that stupid, that he will never use them, but it's just... To be sure? He can't feel safe when they are around.

Swapfell Sans - He's borrowing your weapons to work for the Queen. He loves shiny new weapons, it's like his new playground. He will gladly add his own weapons to the collection in return, he has quite a lot.

Swapfell Papyrus - Big no. Rus is kinda traumatized. He doesn't like weapons, and he doesn't want any home. Too many bad memories of him begging his brother to stay home with him instead of going to fight for a Queen who doesn't give a shit about his life. He's firmly against weapons and he doesn't want them inside the house. Having the power to hurt people is not beautiful, it's a call for something bad to happen.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Damn. He's admirative. That's quite the arsenal you got there. He jokes saying he's not sure you should be that happy to know he knows now. Actually, you don't think it's a joke. Who knows with him. Somehow, you feel in danger now that he knows where your babies are. Wine is a little too happy about the weapons for it to be normal.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He's pretty neutral about this. He's not too happy about it but he won't protest if you like it. He's invading your space with his art supplies so who is he to judge if you really like that? As long as it's only for exposing and not for use, he's fine with it.

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Spencer’s embarrassing Christmas costume

Penelope was holding a Christmas party with a twist. You had to dress up but you couldn't choose your costume. She called it a 'Russian Roulette' costume. She'd written down a bunch of Christmas characters, put them in a box and made the whole team pick one.

"I'll go first since it was my idea," Garcia begins, rummaging around in the box until she finally pulls out a piece of paper.

"A gingerbread man. Or should I say woman." she exclaims.

"You'll be sweet as sugar, baby girl," Morgan smirks.

Next, the box goes to Hotch.

"The Grinch," Hotch says bluntly, reading what's on his piece of paper.

"Well, that seems appropriate," you laugh.

"Ay, I got Santa," Morgan smiles.

"I can't wait to sit on your lap, Mr Claus," Garcia jokes (at least you think she's joking).

Garcia passes the box around the rest of the team. JJ gets an angel, Emily gets a snowman, and Rossi gets Rudolph. It's just you and Spencer who still have to choose.

Garcia hands you the box and you pull out one of the last pieces of paper.

"Mrs Claus," you smile over at Morgan. "Well, it seems we have a couple's costume."

"Don't get too jealous, Reid," Morgan chuckles. "I'll try not to steal her from you."

There was one more costume left in the box and Spencer picks it out. Everyone stares at him, waiting to hear what he'd have to dress up as.

"An elf," he groans. The whole team starts to giggle.

"Aw, little boy genius as an elf," Emily says in a mocking tone. Spencer buries his face in his hands.

"Well, I think it's cute." You put your arm around him.

"I cannot wait to see this," JJ grins.

The night of the party.

"Don't you dare laugh," Spencer addresses the room before he enters.

"We won't, Spence, come on," you encourage him.

He steps into Garcia's kitchen and instantly everyone's hands cover their mouths, trying to hide their laughter.

Spencer's dressed in a green tunic, with red and white striped pants and a cute little green hat with a bell on top.

"Wow, Dr Reid, looking good," Morgan says between fits of laughter.

"Oh, shut up," Spencer complains.

"I think you look adorable," you giggle.

"Me too,” Rossi laughs. “Absolutely precious.”

"You know what, I'm gonna take it off." Spencer sulks. "I brought a change of clothes. You've seen enough of this."

"Wait, one second," Emily says before Spencer has time to head back out to his car. "Yes! I got it," she shouts, holding up her phone triumphantly.

The team erupts in laughter, looking at Emily's phone and the picture she's just taken of Spencer.

"Now you're costume shall live on forever, Reid," Emily chuckles.

"I hate you all," Spencer says before pouring himself a large glass of wine.

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True Bonds Don't Break Until the end of Time

An: Based off a version of the imposter Au where your characters notice your divinity based on your friendship level with them. I'll tag the creator of this au when I find their @. Sorry that I don't have another triple threat post, just a bit of writers block. I have two other parts of this with the other regions.

This is based off my account where I have friendship lv 10 Kaeya, Diluc and no Jean.

Tw: Light yandere, religious themes, I think that's it but let me know if you found more.

A star.

A star had fallen from the sky in the middle of the day.

When it fell, Kaeya was busy pestering Diluc as Diluc bartended at Angel's Share, as usual. Diluc served drunken patrons and made sure that everything was going well. It had been a while since Diluc felt the pull of the All-Creator on him, unsettling him a bit.

All it took was for the Creator to make a claim on that suited man from Liyue and he was on the sidelines. At least he and Kaeya had agreed to tell each other all about their adventures with the Creator if the other was benched. It allowed them to live through each other, and on days when the Creator praised either of them, prompted a bit of fighting.

It had just been another one of those days. The sworn brothers fought about who was more appealing in their creator's eyes, each with their choice of drink in hand.

They could almost feel their creator's fall. Both gasped as they felt the warmth of the creator on them once again, yet this time it was different. They were still completely in control, and they were still in Angel's Share, not teleported back to where the Creator left them. It was a pull, a whisper calling to the both of them, "Come find me, I'm home," it said.

Suddenly, the door burst open, showing Mondstadt's best (and only at the moment) Outrider. Amber looked around for Kaeya, finding him right on a barstool, wine in hand.

"Kaeya! We have to go, something has fallen onto Starfell Lake!" Diluc and Kaeya perked up at that, with a look at each other, they knew what they had to do. Maybe it was them.

Maybe their Creator had fallen from the stars.

Once at Starfell, they met with Jean and some other knights who were confronting... Someone. Kaeya and Diluc had never met this person before, yet both felt as though they knew them their whole lives. The pull was so strong, Diluc wanted nothing more than to go up to them and throw his arms around them in an embrace. Kaeya wanted to make sure they were okay and then carry them back to Mondstadt, so he could care for them.

Then there was Jean.

Jean was...

Shouting at them?

It didn't make sense, Kaeya and Diluc both knew that this was their God who they loved since they could love. Kaeya and Diluc got a good look at the person's face and sure enough, it was their beloved Creator. Jean was still shouting at them though. "You dare steal our God's face!? Filthy imposter!"

Steal their face? How could it be when the warm pull they felt whenever they were in their presence was stronger than ever with them. It enveloped Diluc and Kaeya so thoroughly that it was almost nauseating. Nauseating in an addicting, delicious way. Jean was about to kick the Creator.

Right before she could make contact, Diluc swept her leg, causing her to fall and Kaeya shielded the creator with his body. "K-Kaeya? Diluc? What's going on? Why did Jean try to kick me? What imposter?" Kaeya shushed his creator as they rapid-fired questions.

"It's okay, your grace. She's just confused, having never felt your pull before," Diluc explained though that caused the Creator to seem even more confused. They were about to rapid-fire more questions when Kaeya brought his arms around them in an embrace.

Kaeya whispered sweet nothings into their ear as they visibly relaxed in his arms. Kaeya moved one of his hands to cup the back of their head, petting their surprisingly soft hair. Looking back, Kaeya saw that Jean had now fallen to her knees, tears in her eyes and hands on her mouth.

"What was I about to do!? How could I have been so foolish to not recognize them!? I truly am not worthy of them," Jean sobbed. Amber, always such a little angel, comforted her.

"Hey, it's okay Jean. Even I didn't realize it was them and I've been with them for almost all of their journey!" Amber set a hand on her shoulder, consoling her.

"Diluc and I can take care of them. We'll get them to Dawn Winery and they can stay with us there," Kaeya still hadn't moved from his position of embrace with the Creator. Diluc nodded at the statement. Yet there was one thing left unsaid.

"Forever."