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

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[unintentionalseductress]

Hi!! I'm the anon who loves to re-read your fics!

Okay, so I had this idea come to mind about Luke and Kieran and how they are the only ones aside from MC, who are close to Sylus. They know his day-to-day activities. His habits - everything and anything in-between. They know when MC is over and they know how Sylus likes to keep things between him and MC private at certain times.

So I thought of this while at the hospital, but okay, hear me out on nosy Luke and Kieran, who didn't know MC would be staying with Sylus for the weekend. So when they get back from a job, they're on high alert because it's too quiet. So they become curious as to if Sylus is home or not, and so as they reach his room, the door is partially open. They can hear Sylus as they get closer, and they're curious as to who he's talking to. So they get closer and listen in, and they hear him and MC have an intimate heart to heart about their relationship. (Thought of this after the latest Sylus card - Grassland Romance.)

Luke and Kieran are so nosy about Sylus and MC, and their relationship; especially after their antics of getting them closer, and how they tricked MC that one time when she was getting the brooch.

This idea is supposed to be cute and such, but I don't know how to translate it into an actual story 😭

Of Swords And Shovels

Warnings: None! Pure fluff. Summary: Luke and Kieran inadvertently overhear you and Sylus having a heart-to-heart. WC: 1161 A/n: Here ya go anon! Sorry this took so long, but I believe this was the last oneshot request in my queue! I can't believe I cleared it! Hope you like it, I went with a more humorous perspective, but it's still cozy and intimate.

“Man, that was such a bust!”

“Yeah, hardly anything worth stealing there! Boss is gonna be disappointed.”

“You wanna tell him?”

“I’ll flip ya for it!” Luke punches in the code to the base’s entrance as Kieran digs through his pockets for a coin. Once inside, he faces his twin.

“Heads, it’s you. Tails, it’s me. Ok?” Kieran flicks the coin into the air and smoothly catches it. His face turns into a grimace. “2 outta 3?” he asks, only to realize Luke wasn’t paying attention to him at all. 

“Hey! That’s rude ya know-” He’s cut off as Luke holds up a hand to silence him. “What?”

Luke gestures for him to be quiet, then jerks his head down the long hallway that leads to Sylus’s room. “Boss said he’d be having company over. It’s too quiet.”

Kieran strains his ears to listen and hears nothing but silence. “Is he out?” 

The twins hesitantly creep down the hallway, approaching Sylus’s bedroom. They notice a faint crack of light from the slightly opened door, and suddenly, Kieran points to a pair of heels left outside. “The hunter chick wasn’t supposed to visit today.”

“Maybe they’re not hers,” Luke suggests, and Kieran responds with a reprimanding shove.

“Don’t say nonsense. Boss loves her. He wouldn’t cheat on her!” Right on queue, laughter echoes from Sylus’s bedroom, one distinctly deep and masculine, the other more high and feminine. The twins freeze, then pad up to the door, listening intently. 

Daring to peek through the crack, Kieran glimpses you and Sylus curled up on his bed, drinking wine. He quickly moves away, then gives a sharp look to Luke for even daring to think about infidelity. Luke shrugs nonchalantly, and both of them focus on the conversation between you and Sylus. 

“Kitten, by the laws of physics, energy cannot be destroyed.”

“Oh really?” You retort. “Then what happens to your evol when you try to use it on me?”

“It’s not being destroyed then, kitten. You merely absorb it and turn it into sass. It’s like thermodynamics.” Sylus boops your nose even as you pout at his retort.

“Well, I’d rather be sassy than be the reason the microwave hums when you’re mad!” 

Sylus chortles, his chest heaving with mirth, before he reaches over to take the wineglass out of your hands. “I highly doubt that, sweetie. Are you sure you haven’t had too much to drink?”

“I swear, your appliances are going to need a therapist from all the fluctuations going on inside them. They’re going to short-circuit someday, and then you’ll be in trouble when the chef can’t prepare anything.”

“Or, like any good businessman, I see opportunity in misfortune.” He sets the wineglass down on his nightstand and pulls you closer, smirking affectionately as your eyes grow wide at the proximity. Sylus pushes back a stray strand of hair from your face as he gazes at you, his scarlet eyes softening. 

“What opportunity?” you ask as you reach up to cup his cheek, brushing it with your thumb, trying to ignore the rapid thumping of your heart as Sylus turns into your palm to place a kiss. 

“My girlfriend can decorate the kitchen however she likes.”

You huff exasperatedly. “Really? That’s the opportunity?”

“I’d certainly see it that way.” He tugs your wrist to coax you a little closer and you oblige, setting your cheek on his broad chest, your lower bodies coming into contact to snuggle. 

Outside the door, Kieran rapidly motions to Luke that they should leave, but Luke adamantly shakes his head no. He’d never seen Sylus talk like this before; tenderly, lovingly, with warm hints of amusement. It was slightly jarring to hear the feared leader of Onychinus talking in this affectionate way.  He’d known you were different; that you were the one who could possibly help Sylus slow down and smell the flowers, so to speak. He and Kieran had debated things at length, and now he feels awful that he had thought Sylus was seeing someone else behind your back. 

Sylus strokes your hair, the smell of your shampoo filling his nostrils, and resists the urge to bury his face into the silky strands. “Yes, kitten. That’s an opportunity. Because you’ll leave bits of yourself in the kitchen when you decorate. You’ll spend hours putting in thought as to what will look good, what should go where. Hell, you can even hire an architect and remodel the whole thing if that’s what you want. The point is-” Sylus nuzzles your neck and you giggle at the tickly feeling. “It’s an entire room built from your imagination. I think that’s an amazing opportunity.” 

Warmth gathers in your chest, and you slip your leg between Sylus’s, snuggling even closer into him. He smelled like cologne and metal and gunpowder, a unique scent associated only with him. A contented rumble emanates from his chest, and both of you sigh, enjoying the peace and joy of each other’s company. 

“So…you would let me do anything I want? What if I replaced all the cutlery?" You give Sylus a lopsided grin. “Replaced all the spoons with miniature shovels? And swapped all the forks with play-sized swords?”

“Are you decorating my kitchen or planning a murder?” Sylus is smiling so widely that you can see his even, white teeth now. “Although I’m not sure what you’re planning on murdering with such small weapons.”

“A cockroach that dared to sneak into the all-mighty Sylus’s home. The sword is for battle, and the shovel is for the burial.”

“Only you would give a burial for a cockroach,” Sylus derides lightly. “I suppose you’ll light candles and have a wake too?”

“Yes. And I’ll do it in front of the base. A warning to all those who would try to infiltrate Onychinus.”

Both of you laugh again, and this time, it’s the kind of laughter that steals the breath from your chest, holding onto each other so tightly like the other may fall off the bed from the intensity. There was something so sweet about being able to joke with him like this, about knowing he possessed a good capacity for humor. To hear his laugh so wholeheartedly as it erupted from his lungs as you clung to him. It takes a while for the moment to settle down, and when it does, both of you are fighting for breath. 

Luke and Kiran exchange a glance and nod in unison, deciding they’ve stayed long enough. Luke turns to inconspicuously walk back down the hall when a blur of feathers, followed by a raucous caw breaks the silence. The twins look at each other in dread before scrambling to put space between themselves and the door. 

Just as they start to sprint, Sylus’s voice audibly drawls, “Mephisto says we have some unwanted visitors. Shame you don’t have those shovels and swords right now, sweetie. It would have been the perfect way to warm the kitchen.” 

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[kqutie]

“You know you didn’t have to kiss her to give her your blessing, right?”

—Athena to Hermes, probably

haha! here you go, my lovely (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

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Hermes giggles to himself, trying to ignore the soft blush on his cheeks. He watches you fondly from high above, laying on his stomach in a bed of clouds with his feet in the air, kicking away as his hands hold up his chin. 

“You know you didn’t have to kiss her to give her your blessing, right?” Athena materialises beside him, standing in her tall, proud height. 

“I don’t know~” Hermes sing-songs, grinning widely at the narrowed look his half-sister gives him from beneath the shadow of her helmet.

“No, you didn’t,” Athena rolls her eyes and sighs, looking down as you silently talk with some strangely coloured animals that Hermes must have allowed onto the island with you. Hermes finally laughs aloud, finding her irritation amusing. 

“Maybe so, but what’s the fun in that?~” 

“This isn’t about fun, Hermes,” Athena sighs exasperatedly, rubbing at her temples through her helmet whilst avoiding the sight of the messenger God’s cheeky smile, “Your actions could very well have endangered Odysseus and her,” 

“But she is under my protection now,” Hermes’ grin doesn’t falter, confident in his ability to protect you by warding off any enemy, “ease up, darling~” Hermes coos, flying up in his front-laying position so that his head was level with Athena’s and he could look her in the eye with just a slight tilt of his head. “And there isn’t a chance I’ll let any danger come to her,” Hermes looks down at you fondly once again as Athena huffs. 

“Don’t tell me you’ve grown fond of her to this extent already,”

“There’s no question about it!” Hermes giggles and throws his arms up in a gleeful cheer, righting himself vertically, before turning his full attention onto Athena. The goddess of wisdom is, somewhat, taken aback by the sudden shift in his demeanour, there was almost a threat hidden in his glowing eyes, “I’ve already given her my blessing, after all. Whoever dares harm her from now on will be answering to me,” 

“But why?” Athena presses, always one to ask for an explanation; her mind simply can’t comprehend how capricious Hermes’ actions are, “Because she’s a great traveller from another world? Can it only be that?”

“Why can’t it ‘only’ be that?” Hermes tilts his head coyly, playing with her reasoning. 

“Because you kissed her—” 

Hermes laughs with his full body, clutching at his stomach as his knees tuck up and curl him into a compressed ball of laughter, “You’re always so serious~” Hermes whips the tears from his eyes. 

“Answer me!” 

“Alright alright! Don’t get your subligar in a twist~” Athena gives him an unamused look, growing all the more irritated when he has to suppress a giggle once more, “I admit, the fair maiden has very kissable-looking lips, I just couldn’t resist stealing a taste~”

Athena splutters, “Wha—?!”

“She’s also very cute and very delicious,” Hermes smirks to himself as he slowly traces his lips with his tongue. His eyes look distant as he remembers the softness and sweetness of you, “My~ I’ve never tasted something so sweet before. But shush!” Athena watches in shock as Hermes puts a finger to his lips in a hushing motion, “Don’t tell Dionysus! He might get jealous when he finds out I’ve found something tastier than his grapes and wine,” 

Hermes giggles as Athena rolls her eyes. 

“Just don’t harass the poor girl,” Athena looks at you with sympathy. 

“I’m afraid I can’t make such promises, darling~” Hermes smirks to himself, “now that I’ve had a taste, I simply can’t get enough!” 

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[freaky-enhamadswriter]

✿ ◉ ◉ ◉ 𝗕𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻

Pairing: Choi San (ATEEZ) x Thick Female!Reader

Genre: Romance, Smut Theme: Body Positivity (with a focus on thighs), Intimacy, Overcoming Insecurities Thigh insecurity · Oral (f. receiving) · Praise kink · Soft dom!San · Public teasing ·

Synopsis: F/n, uncomfortable with showing too much skin, especially her thighs, reluctantly agrees to a date with her husband, San, knowing he wants her to wear a dress. A shopping trip leads to a revealing dress that amplifies F/n's insecurities, but San's unwavering affection and obsession with her thighs might just be the key to unlocking her confidence and Backseat Obsession.

F/n chewed on her lip, staring at her reflection. The fabric of the dress, a shimmering emerald green, clung to her curves in a way that simultaneously thrilled and terrified her. She loved the color, the way it made her skin glow, but the high slit... that was the problem. It showcased her thighs, the very part of her body she’d spent years trying to hide.

Tonight was date night with San, her husband, her rock, the man who saw galaxies where she only saw flaws. He’d mentioned wanting to see her in a dress, a specific request that sent a shiver of anticipation and a tidal wave of insecurity crashing through her.

"Jagiya, you ready?" San's voice, a warm rumble, drifted through the bedroom door.

"Almost!" she called back, plastering a smile on her face. She knew San could see right through her facade, but she hoped it would buy her a few more minutes to mentally prepare.

Earlier that afternoon, their shopping trip had been a minefield of conflicting emotions. San had led her through the boutiques, his eyes alight with excitement. He’d picked out dress after dress, each one more daring than the last. F/n had politely declined the shorter hemlines, the plunging necklines, her anxiety rising with each suggestive garment.

"Come on, honey," San had coaxed, his touch gentle on her arm. "Let's just try this one. I think you'd look stunning in it."

It was the emerald green dress. In the fitting room, the fluorescent lights had felt harsher than usual, spotlighting every perceived imperfection. F/n had wanted to disappear, to bury herself in oversized sweatshirts and leggings.

San, however, had looked at her with an adoration that stole her breath away. "Baby, you're breathtaking," he’d whispered, his eyes tracing the curve of her thigh visible through the slit. "Absolutely breathtaking."

His words, meant to soothe, had instead ignited a nervous fire within her. That look, that focused, hungry gaze… It both excited and terrified her.

Now, standing in front of her mirror, F/n inhaled deeply. She knew San loved her, every inch of her. He worshipped her curves, her skin, the parts she herself struggled to accept. Maybe, just maybe, tonight she could try to see herself through his eyes.

"Okay, universe," she muttered, "let's do this."

San was waiting for her in the living room, dressed in a tailored black suit that made his shoulders look impossibly broad. When he saw her, his eyes widened, his jaw slackening slightly. He looked like a man who’d just stumbled upon a hidden treasure.

"Wow," he breathed, his voice husky. "You’re... I don't even have the words." He walked towards her, his hand reaching out to gently cup her cheek. "You're absolutely beautiful, love."

The warmth in his eyes melted some of the ice around her heart. "Thank you, San," she managed, her voice a little shaky.

Dinner at the upscale restaurant was a blur of delicious food and even more delicious conversation. San, as always, kept her entertained with stories and playful banter. But beneath the surface, F/n felt a growing awareness, a tingling anticipation that had nothing to do with the exquisite wine. She caught him stealing glances at her legs, his eyes lingering on the exposed skin. Each glance sent a shiver down her spine, a mixture of pleasure and apprehension.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

After dinner, as they walked towards the car, San draped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. "You were amazing tonight, F/n," he murmured in her ear. "That dress… it was made for you."

"I felt... exposed," she confessed, the words tumbling out before she could stop them.

San stopped walking, turning her to face him. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs gently stroking her cheeks. "Baby," he said softly, "there's nothing wrong with being exposed to my gaze. I love every inch of you, especially those thighs. They're strong, beautiful, powerful..." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, "And they drive me absolutely wild."

He kissed her then, a deep, lingering kiss that stole her breath away. The anxieties of the day melted away, replaced by a burning desire, a yearning she hadn't fully acknowledged until that moment.

They reached the car, and as San unlocked the door, he paused, looking at her with an intensity that made her knees weak.

"Let's not go home yet," he suggested, his voice thick with desire.

F/n looked back at him, her own desire mirroring his. "Where do you want to go?"

A slow, seductive smile spread across his face. "The backseat," he whispered, pulling her close. The urgency in his voice was undeniable, and F/n found herself caught up in the moment, her inhibitions momentarily forgotten.

He opened the back door of the car and gently guided her inside. The leather seats were cool against her skin as he followed her in.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You barely had time to process what was happening.

The doors slammed shut. The windows fogged instantly in the summer heat. And San’s mouth? Already on your neck like he hadn’t touched you in years.

But then came the shift—his hand slid up your thigh, the one you hated showing in shorts. His touch warm, gentle, reverent. And your breath caught.

He noticed.

Your body stiffened like a reflex, and that’s all he needed to pause everything. The hand that had been caressing you stilled, but his eyes darkened—not with lust, but concern.

"Tell me what that was," he said softly, thumb grazing the inside of your thigh. "You flinched like I burned you."

You tried to laugh it off, but your voice cracked. “It’s just… I don’t like my thighs. They’re too big. They jiggle. They—”

“You ever say that shit again and I’ll make you scream until you forget how to talk.”

His tone was low. Controlled. Dangerous.

And then, he pushed you down against the leather seat, not roughly—but with purpose. A man who knew exactly what he wanted.

“I love your thighs.” He bent down, dragging his tongue slowly up one. “They keep my hands warm at night.”

A kiss. Then another. Then his teeth.

“I love how they shake when you’re close.” A bite to the softest part. “How they wrap around my head when you cum.”

Your hips bucked at that, but he gripped them firmly, pinning you down as he pulled your shorts off with one tug. “Don’t hide from me, F/n. Let me love you the way you deserve.”

Then came the panties—dragged down with his teeth, slow and deliberate, until you were bare in front of him, thighs parted like an offering.

The cool air of the car clashed with the heat between your legs.

And San dove in like a starving man.

His tongue was everywhere. Flattened and slow at first, lapping at your folds like it was his personal salvation. He moaned into you, the sound low and needy, sending vibrations through your core that made your toes curl.

“Fuck, baby,” he panted against your pussy. “You’re so sweet—dripping for me already. You know how insane that makes me?”

You whimpered as he spread you wider with his thumbs, tongue teasing your clit with maddening flicks.

“San—oh my god—”

He groaned again, this time deeper. “Say my name like that again and I’ll keep you here all fucking night.”

He wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking with just enough pressure to make your back arch—and then added two fingers. Curling them expertly into your sweet spot while his tongue circled fast, unrelenting.

Wet sounds filled the car. His mouth. Your pussy. The leather creaking under your trembling thighs.

“Sannie, I—I’m gonna—”

“You better.” His voice was rough, teasing. “I’m not stopping until I taste you.”

And when you finally came? Loud and broken under his mouth, thighs clenched around his face—he didn’t stop. Just moaned like a man possessed and kept licking, chasing every drop like you were made for him.

Your hands fisted in his hair. Your legs trembling uncontrollably.

But he pulled back just long enough to look you in the eyes.

“That’s one,” he whispered, licking his lips. “Now, sit up, baby.”

You blinked, dazed. “W-Why?”

San leaned close, breath hot against your ear.

“Because now I want to make you cum on my tongue again. While you're looking me in the eyes this time.”

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I hope you liked this one my atiny freakys! Also I will take a little break guys.

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[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Scenario with rough skeles, they are invited to an event and it has some strict code that woman only wear dresses and man only wear suits, but s/o decides to wear a suit anyways

Undertale Sans - Yeah, you tell them! He doesn't care about the dress code either and goes wearing his shorts and slippers. What are they going to do anyway, throw you out? Well, good, because that means he can take you somewhere else, far from people with a broom up their...

Undertale Papyrus - Papyrus is supportive! If it makes you happy, then he is happy! Besides, that suit looks good on you, and if anyone says something, you can still ask them to stop presuming your gender to embarrass them good.

Underswap Sans - Well, anyway, what are they going to do if you don't wear a dress? Call the police. Good, because he's right here and he says you're looking hot as hell in that suit! He looks sexy as hell too, by the way, in case you didn't notice. Go on, say he's hot!

Underswap Papyrus - He's a bit nervous about breaking the rules thingy at first, but he relaxes when he notices that no one cares, actually. That's ok, he forgets too, after a few glasses of wine. Actually, he forgets so much that he passes out on the floor because he forgot he can't stand alcohol.

Underfell Sans - I mean, if someone says something, he can still headbutt their pelvis painfully. He's good at that. Too bad that's the only thing he remembers once he's drunk and you have to spend your evening physically restraining him from headbutting random people in the pelvis.

Underfell Papyrus - That's ok. First of all, he reassures you by saying you're beautiful in that suit and that everyone should be jealous of how good you look instead of criticizing. Secondly, he has the best death stare of all skeletons, and no one wants to receive one from him. He's great at dissuading people from talking shit about you.

Horrortale Sans - If he has to be honest, he doesn't feel comfortable at all in this party, and he's going to do all he can to convince you all of these people are bad just so he can go home. Including pointing out they're all staring at your suit. Please... A cuddle session in front of the TV seems way better than whatever this party is about.

Horrortale Papyrus - Like his brother, he's very uncomfortable because there are too many humans around, but he tries to make some effort because you look good and he doesn't want to ruin your fun. He sits down in a corner most of the time, trying to make himself little and invisible, though lol. He's kinda happy you put a suit on so everyone talks about you and not... Well, him.

Swapfell Sans - Breaking the rules during one of the Queen's events? Now you're talking to him. First of all, no one will dare to say anything because he's here, secondly, you're going to piss off Toriel but she doesn't want to hurt his feeling so she's not going to say anything either. Nox is parading around the room looking so damn proud off himself, and clearly taking advantage of the fact he's untouchable. He loves being sassy once in a while.

Swapfell Papyrus - Well, if he really has to sacrifice himself... You die internally when, after disappearing mysteriously for twenty minutes, Rus comes back in an extremely revealing red dress, wearing a blond wig and very high heels, and you swear he hid pumpkins under his clothes to look like he has boobs. Rus is so proud of himself right now. You are speechless, honestly.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Well, you are right, fuck gendered clothes. He's going to wear a pretty dress, and he's going to slay so much in it that everyone is going to die from jealousy. He makes sure to make you look extra good with some makeup as well. Everyone is only looking at you two tonight, and that's good because it means he can piss off the Royal Family by stealing the spotlight. Who cares about old-fashioned overgrown goats?

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Well, it's good you're the centre of attention because, uh, he ate one appetizer and now his white suit is full of tomato stains lol. He's pretty much hiding behind you in shame the entire time, not looking anyone in the eye.

[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.

[eldritch-spouse]

https://www.tumblr.com/eldritch-spouse/787196220461416448/httpswwwtumblrcomeldritch-spouse785739977066

But what if I want Santi to force me into submission?

What if there was a concubus that was a masochistic yandere that has a powerful fixation on high ranking concubus? Not because they want to steal from them or hurt them, they just to be around them. They can’t help but fawn over the powerful concubus constantly and consider any kind of attention they receive at all a plus even if it’s Santi draining them. They’d even thank him for using them.

Maybe that’s how they’re mentally perturbed in a way that makes it difficult for them to feed, something happened to make it nigh impossible for them to have any sexual or romantic interest in anyone other than a fellow concubus, but it obviously goes past that into worship territory too. Like they’ll feed if they have to but psychologically they can’t do it if it would displease their chosen concubus.

(I personally think it’s fun when the reader is both pathetic and a bit insane)

[I'm doing this as an exception, monster!reader isn't my thing but this is a good concept. It goes wihout saying Santi is completely flip-flopping emotionally in this scenario.]

TW: Abuse; Rape (misunderstanding in intentions? Idk)

You kind of disgust him, deep down.

Santi can't even fathom why he's kept you around for so long. He thought it'd be easy to do away with the conflicting feelings when he gave you that pity meal. But you didn't even take it. You're that broken.

He had to deflower that sap himself, and trickle some energy down to you by holding you as the human experienced their first sexual encounter with another. Part of Santi wanted to immediately swat you away as soon as his meal came, but he contradicted himself with tight claws upon your side, letting you have a sample of that burst, that euphoria.

You physically rejuvenated. And while he was glad, he also couldn't help the brightness in his eyes. You wouldn't do something stupid now that he was generous enough to feed you crumbs, would you?

Ever since then, things have unfolded bizarrely. Sometimes, you're a tentative friend, other times it feels like Santi's trying to see if more could work out. Then there's times where he can hardly stand you within 5 feet of distance, and you have to walk on eggshells after your cruel savior.

You'll never get those warm smiles and lidded eyes he offers his clients. You'll never get pretend wine-and-dined, his voice will never be as gentle and lulling as when he's snagging his bedwarmers. If Santi's in a good mood, you can walk in and watch. He doesn't ask why you don't eat, doesn't care to poke that. Other times you stand outside the whole time, and he wrenches you in when the deed is done.

In these moments, he gets to see how much of a freak you can be, as you kneel to lick the cum and slick off his body. Pray your gratitude to him with a cunt so wet that it almost confuses him. The incubus throws you onto the used sheets and immediately pushes your face down, you are fed brutally and mercilessly, each ram of his cock is both your prize and your punishment for choosing this life- For being cursed into it.

For as demeaning and painful as Santi's treatment can be to you -Not that you would ever complain!- He never forgets to feed you. Even if it's quick, he'll take breaks between jobs to stand over you and spit your meal into your mouth, jam his fingers into you and bite over your throat as you feel the magic power your constantly draining body.

His coworkers joke that you're his pet. Most of them just stare, seeing the dynamic between you, wondering how the gears work. Grimbly avoids you like the plague.

You can't help the ache in your heart when Santi stares at you from above -You wouldn't dare meet his eyes too long- Trying to figure out what to do with you. He wants to make something of you, but he can't quite settle. Maybe you're not good enough for him. Maybe he's thinking of resigning himself to you since you're what's around more often. You wish you could be anything he wants, you want him to keep this going forever.

You'll never forget the first time he got thrown into a heat.

The way the incubus chased after you like a raging bull- His mind saw you as what you are, a threat in his territory, not the pitiful thing he's keeping alive. You couldn't hope to evade him for long, got dragged under him bleeding and squealing. That time, you were truly afraid Santi would kill you, he took and he took and he took more until you could hardly move. Until all you could feel was his mouth, his dick, his tail while he gorged himself on you.

You figured there couldn't be a better place to die than in the suffocating hold of your savior.

And yet, you woke up with the high-ranker, still out of it, drooling, etching his own mark into your mons with bloodied claws.

It was the biggest honor you could receive. The tears kept coming, and they didn't stop until Santi thought he'd done a good enough job.

The next day, he looked blankly at you, restricted your access to his room alone and fed you throughout the day to heal the damage he'd wracked on your withering body.

You didn't care.

You had his mark, somehow.

Your high-ranker claimed you.

[throwmeabonepleaseandthankyou]

For some reason, the draft did some weird thing where it posted itself?? and I had to delete it because I knew if I tried to edit it and save it, it would ACTUALLY post itself, so I just screenshotted the ask and deleted it.

@beabesl33py this is for you.

I will give you a top 10 list, because I've got some toughies lined up for you.

This does include everyone on the list, not just skeletons, even if it is mostly bones.

10

Edge, or Underfell Papyrus. He's a workaholic, and has serious issues he doesn't want to talk about. He wishes he could be more emotionally available, but he's just lacking in that area. He wants to try for you though. Just give him time, pressing his buttons will only lead to an even worse situation.

9

Cherry, or Swapfell/Fellswap Red Sans. He has extreme anger issues, and is moving too fast for anyone to catch up at times. He will push you off if you try to comfort him, and will only get angrier as you keep trying to make him feel better. He eventually does break, but it's chaos and it's a lot to unload. Nox(purple) could be placed here for the same reasons, but he's more willing to let someone in, unlike Cherry and Edge.

8

Wine, or Fellswap Gold Sans. He's Cherry, Edge, and Nox combined with a smug overlay. He will always believe that a human is lower than him, until he becomes infatuated with one, then keeping you up in his throne with him. He won't treat you kindly at first, as you gotta break down some of those cement walls he put up. Then, he will acknowledge you, treating you oh-so-kindly.

7

Dust, or Murder, from Dusttale. He's quiet, reserved, anti-social, insane... Most of the time, he just kills on sight. You really have to try for him to come out of his shell, or just do something different. You're human, and when he sees skin, he thinks Frisk. Don't be like Frisk. Best to just be slow with him, it's like trying to tame a feral cat. I mean it. He bites and hisses(all skeletons do, but he's a million times worse).

6

Oak, or Horror Sans, is difficult for some of the same reasons as Dust. He's automatically suspicious of you, and acts like an abused dog. He goes out of his way to avoid you, his eye-light shrinks if you get too close, and he growls if he feels like you sat too close.

5

Ink. He's scattered-brained, unable to stay put, and will forget you even exist when he first meets you. Even if you write your name on his scarf, his arm, his HAND... he won't remember you. Hand him a page with your relationship details and he'll lose the damn thing. Just.. stay around him long enough and you'll eventually find a place in his skull. He remembers faces better than names too, so just become a recurring presence for him and it'll be easy... if you can get him to sit down for more than 2 minutes.

4

Cross... anyone who thinks he'd be easy to approach is DEAD wrong. Yes, Cross is a cool guy. Yes, Cross is friendly. Yes, Cross will share his food with you if a bird steals it. But that requires trust, something so extremely difficult to build with him. He will avoid you, he will yell at you, he will threaten you. He's the beat-up, mangy, scarred, malnourished dog down the alleyway who growls and snarls at you at first. With some love and trust, he eventually warms up (He then becomes the world's biggest dork).

3

Dream. He is constantly moving around, moving to help people, to protect AUs from his brother's influence, and is constantly surrounded. It takes little to get his attention, but you need the patience given by the creators themselves if you even dare to try to keep it. If you thought Ink was quick to move directions, then Dream is a nightmare for you(haha). There are just too many people who need him. You need to force him to sit down and pay attention if you want to talk to him.

Error. He has LOCKED HIMSELF AWAY IN THE VOID. Before you say, "Well, what about Geno?? He's locked away in the save screen, How would you get to him? Or what about Crow??" They are WILLING. To speak. Error will immediately try to eradicate you from this plane of existence. You will be ripped apart before you even open your mouth. If you manage to survive a conversation with him, then I congratulate you. Just. Keep a distance, please.

2

Nightmare. Do I really need to explain this.

1

[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)

[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."

[thinkfastchucklnutz]

silly little oc thing i wrote

so far all 3 whole people ive shown this to have liked it so i thought i could post it to tumblr and maybe get 4 whole people to like it! or something. anyway i didn't bother running this thru a word counter cause i wrote it in a discord thread but judging by the character limit there it's like. 1000ish words. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Justice sat alone a cold alley, wearing the tattered old robes he managed to steal from the monastery and a crude cloth mask that he had cobbled together in the weeks since his exile. There wasn't much else for him to do other than try and survive off the scraps of gold he managed to rob off of unsuspecting citizens, but even that was a challenge for him now.

Justice's head perked up at the sound of a strange metallic clattering following the stumbling footsteps of a drunken man. He stood up, preparing himself for trouble when the man spoke up.

"Knew I'd find you moping around here somewhere! Look, I-", The cheerful voice was quickly silenced by Justice, grabbing the smaller man's shoulder and slamming it into the wall before his hand shifted to grasp the other man's throat.

"You.", He spat at Nephvir, looming over the poor man. "How dare you even bask in my presence after everything you've done to me."

"W-what? I haven't done anything to you!" Nephvir groaned in pain as Justice slammed his body into the wall again.

Nephvir felt their minds began to merge as Justice held onto him, feeling his sheer rage bleeding into his own mind and overwhelming him before he was tossed aside, landing with a metallic thud.

"Stay out of my head, heretic-", Justice growled before jumping back at the startling noise, raising his fists on instinct. "I should've killed you when I had the chance, and you repay my mercy by trying to finish me off?"

"Wait, slow down!", Nephvir pleaded, crawling away from the towering warrior. "It's your armor, I brought you your armor!!!"

Justice froze in place. Nephvir followed suit.

The two of them stared at each other in silence for a long while before either one worked up the courage to move. Nephvir took the opportunity to take in the finer details of Justice he hadn't noticed amidst the panic and darkness, like how much thinner Justice was than he remembered, or how his mask didn't even have holes to see out of. His face was entirely covered.

Justice waits in place, listening to the sound of Nephvir's breathing getting slower and slower. Once the smaller man's breathing steadies, he kneels in front of Nephvir. His voice isn't gentle or soft, but it is quiet. It sounds like a whispered command as he speaks. "Where… is it? Show me."

Nephvir slowly reaches out to grab Justice's wrist, before the larger man jerks away from the touch.

"I don't want you in my head", Justice sighs, before holding his hands out. "Just give me my helmet."

Nephvir complies, placing the helmet in Justice's hands, letting him feel all the familiar nicks and cuts in the plating. He rubs his thumbs over the war hammer shaped eye holes in the helmet, slouching a bit as he does so. He solemnly places the helmet over his mask. "How did you even retrieve this? I thought they scrapped it."

Nephvir chuckles softly. "Nah, way too expensive for the church to just scrap like that. They had it locked away in a secret armory. Luckily for me, their security leaves a lot to be desired."

"You stole it?! You would've been killed if they caught you, why would you risk that???"

Nephvir shrugs. "I owed you one. And the fact that they had an impressive wine cellar ripe for the taking was just a bonus really." Nephvir grabs an half empty bottle from the cart and takes a big sip. "A real shame they only use this for stupid ceremonies. Letting it all go to waste down there."

"Not only did you steal from an institution that is trying to kill you, but you did so while drinking?"

"Yep, sounds about right. You wanna drink?" Nephvir holds the bottle out to him, swirling it around enticingly.

"I'll pass. You already reek of alcohol."

"Cool, more for me~!" Nephvir tosses the now empty bottle after promptly chugging whatever was left. "Welp, now that we're even, I think I'll be on my way now. Buh-bye!" Nephvir tries to stand up, only to fall face first into Justice, who shoves him into the ground.

"Whoopsie, I think it's startin to hit me now…" Nephvir mumbled, still lying on the cobblestone floor.

"You aren't going anywhere like this. How did you even manage to drag the armor here in this condition?"

Nephvir casually kicks at the handle of the cart he used to haul the armor. "Used a cart."

Justice grabs the handle of the cart after a bit of fumbling, and starts to walk off. He doesn't get too far, though, before suddenly turning around, picking up Nephvir, and tossing him into the cart.

"Wha- Hey, that floor was comfy!", Nephvir protests, despite not moving from the bed of heavy plate armor he now finds himself on.

"You're a mess." Justice states simply, pulling the cart along with Nephvir in it. "…and I owe you."

"mmmm, okay~" Nephvir mumbles as he falls asleep peacefully.

The sun starts to rise as Justice drags his stuff & Nephvir to the closest inn he can find. He manages to get a room after some 'creative haggling', and dumps Nephvir in a bed before drifting off to sleep on the couch. It's the most restful sleep either of them have ever had.

[nekohime19]

The Scumbags # 1 : The celebration

Hey guys, so for those who weren't aware I made a poll about an original story of mine (Not shadowpeach) wanting to see if it would interest other people. The poll is now over and since the majority of those who voted are interested in the story I've decided to publish it! 😁

It's on my Ao3 under the name The Scumbags (seven chapters out). I'm also publishing the first chapter on my Tumblr! 😌. It's a xianxia inspired (chinese fantasy) type story with a gay romance.

Summary : There are a lot of scumbags in this world, but none are as bad as Lu Shoi Ming. At least that's what anyone living in the West would tell you.

Lu Shoi Ming was living a pretty uneventful life in the renowned White-Tiger Sect. He knew he wasn't the most liked, for good reasons to be honest, but he still managed his life the best he could. Now if others could stop comparing him to his perfect brother that would be great, but alas if there was one thing Lu Shoi Ming couldn't escape it was his brother,s shadow. Despite this, Lu Shoi Ming's life was still quite peaceful. He surely didn't expect to lose everything in one single day.

Now he was on the run for a poisoning he didn't do, his reputation was an utter mess that somehow kept getting worse and worse, and he was forced to travel with someone probably more hated than he was.

How wonderful... Life really has a way to surpise you when you don't expect it.

AKA two assholes are forced to travel together by circumstances and they fall in love.

And so now here we go for the first chap!

"This Lu Shoi Ming, what a scumbag!” The loud voice traveled across the dim-lighted tavern, losing itself in the ambient clatter. It wasn't surprising news. In fact, it would be shocking to even deny it. Lu Shoi Ming was, in all that mattered, the definition of a scumbag. Who would even dare refute this? Still, the rowdy exclamation attracted the wandering eyes of the nearby drunkards.

“Gege, lower your voice.” Fretted a scrawny-looking teen, tugging at his plump brother in hope of calming his rising temper, in vain. His brother was the type to be bellicious, especially when aroused by alcohol. The plump brother shooed the fretting teen away and took another sip of his drink, emptying his chop. The earthy taste of the alcohol glided in his throat, rousing his anger to new heights.

 “If it were me, I would have killed that motherfucker long ago! I don't know how his brother even deals with him.” Huffed the plump brother, his round cheeks colored by wine-like red. He raised his bulky hand and slammed it on the well-used table, as if imitating the slash of a sword.

 “What's new?” Sang a high-pitched voice, a tanned woman leaned over their table and refilled the plump brother's chop. Once the glass was brimming with alcohol, the drunkard joyously raised it to his lips, throwing an appreciative glance at the waitress. “Lu Shoi Ming had always been jealous of his brother, it's not surprising he's trying to steal his glory.”

 “Still ! Lu Huang is the one who slayed the Man-Eater that was gobbling down our neighbors. This celebration is for him! To celebrate his victory! Why should we celebrate this brat Lu Shoi Ming too!? The coward wasn't even here when Lu Huang slayed the beast!” Scoffed the plump brother as he crossed his arms over his chubby chest, a lot of people nodded in agreement.

 The Man-Eater sprayed their fields in blood for months before the arrival of Lu Huang. It was said to be vaguely human-shaped from afar, luring its victims with wails, before devouring them whole. Nobody truly knew where it hailed. One day, it appeared on the borders of Weiba Village, in the desert corner of the West, and began to eat the unsuspecting farmers. From then it migrated from villages to villages, growing bigger the more it consumed flesh, until it arrived in the middle west, at the threshold of Yanjing Village. Fortunately, the renowned White-Tiger Sect was near Yanjing, thus Lu Huang managed to slay the beast before it became too powerful.

 “Lu Shoi Ming is still a cultivator, we shouldn't meddle in their business.” Sighed the waitress. 

 The waitress's words dimmed the ambient chatters. It was true. They had nothing in common with cultivators. While they strained themselves to put dinner on their tables, cultivators were in pursuit of greater powers, they were above the earthly desires of the common people. They lived as humans, as pathetic as it sometimes could be, whereas cultivators thrived for godhood. They were, in essence, different. Cultivators knew the secrets of earth, things their kinds wouldn't begin to imagine. They lived above the common villages, in their untouchable sects, and descended only when mortal lives were on the line. 

 The plump brother groaned, he tightened his hold on his chop, fingers digging uncomfortably on the glass. His brother gulped when he caught sight of his thunderous expression. 

 “What cultivator? Lu Shoi Ming doesn't deserve to call himself a cultivator! The only reason why he's part of the famous White-Tiger Sect is due to the Sect Leader’s kindness. Anybody could do better than him! I know I could.” Proudly huffed the plump brother as he puffed out his chest.

 “Don't dream, old man. You can't even lift an axe, forget about a sword.” Laughed a nearby drunkard, the plump brother turned their way and hissed in anger.

 “Gege, calm down.” Nervously chuckled the scrawny teen as he clutched his brother's arm, hoping to stop any brawls from happening. 

 “Still, those Lu brothers are so different. They were both taken by the Sect Leader at a young age yet one is an absolute scumbag and the other is a one-of-a-kind genius.” Pointed out the waitress as she fluttered near others tables. 

 “Are we even sure they are brothers? They're nothing alike! Even in appearances.” Pointed out an old man buried in the shallow of his glass. Several nodded in agreement. It was common knowledge that the Lu brothers were vastly different. One was like the distant sun, illuminated by talents at his most tender age, graced by good-looks and a kind disposition. The other was akin to a dying firefly, crude, untrusting and bland. It was impossible to tell they were brothers by sight alone. 

 “Why would Lu Huang put up with so much of Lu Shoi Ming’s bullshit if he wasn't his brother?” Pointed out the plump brother, a lot of people agreed with him. After all, why would Lu Huang, the darling of heaven, subject himself to Lu Shoi Ming's vile personality if not because they had the same blood? Truly, this was the only plausible explanation. Even so a lot of rumors ran around concerning those two drastically different brothers. Their past was shrouded in mystery. They came from a well-off household of the harsh northwest, pampered most of their lives in their parents' manor. But they were forced to come here, in the warmer lands, after an unfortunate fire that ravaged the entire northwest region. They walked from li on ends until they came to the threshold of their distant uncle's sect, feet bloodied, and pleaded to be taken in. Usually, most cultivators didn't bother themselves with matters regarding the secular world, especially when no evil forces were involved, but the Sect Leader took pity on his distant relatives and welcomed the Lu brothers in his sect. 

 The rest was history. Lu Huang revealed himself to be insanely talented while his little brother, Lu Shoi Ming, was nothing more but mundane. 

 The plump brother emptied his chop once more, his mind clouded by the saccharine haze of alcohol. The scrawny teen, seeing his brother beginning to sway, decided to drag him out of the tavern. He put dusted taels on their tables, hauled his brother on his shoulder with some difficulty, and left the tavern. The night was still young, it was quite dark (as it usually is in the West) yet the streets were lit up by thousands of paper lanterns. Everyone was excited about the coming celebration. The plump brother raised his head when he felt the sharp chill of winter, the sight of the lanterns filled him with rage once again. 

 “You believe it? How can this bastard do this?” He grumbled as he glared at the lanterns. The scrawny teen sighed, he tried to appease his brother with vain words of comfort. He didn't know why his brother was so aggravated by this. After all, cultivators were so distant, so different from them, the common people, what happened to them didn't have much impact on their kinds. 

 Still, he knew better than to tell his brother his anger was meaningless.

***

Mei Lien huffed angrily as she signed the last document piled on her desk. Her plump cheeks were puffed out in fury, her rose skin tainted by an irritated blush. Her movements were swift, her hold on her quill too tight.

 “Your anger is showing.” Hummed her beloved Master. She looked up at the man in front of her. He was sitting properly, as always, and sorted through the numerous documents that needed their attention. Lu Huang was the picture of gentleness. His face was soft, reminiscent of blossoms dancing in the winds of spring. He had thin lips and particularly gentle eyes, yet his black irises had an inner sharpness that few were able to notice. No matter how docile he seemed, he was still a cultivator, trained in the art of fighting.

 Mei Lien sighed in admiration. Truly her Master was the most handsome man alive. No one could rival this kind of beauty. It was a point of pride for the disciples of the Three Stars Peak. Out of the seven Peaks Masters of the White-Tiger Sect, the Master of the Three Stars Peak, Lu Huang, was the most beautiful. He was also the youngest to ever attain the title of Peak Master. 

 It was such a pity to see someone like Lu Huang being stained by his scumbag of a brother. Mei Lien gritted her teeth. As head disciple it was her job to aid her Master in his tasks, she wished more than anything that she could make the hateful Lu Shoi Ming disappear. 

 “I'm sorry, Master.” Groaned Mei Lien, she knew showing her anger was unbecoming of a White-Tiger disciple, but she couldn't help herself. 

 Lu Huang sighed. “Don't concern yourself with this… It’s not that important.”

 “It is!” Refuted Mei Lien with a shrill voice. “This is your moment. You're the one who slayed the Man-Eater terrorizing the West! So why is he being celebrated with you!? He didn't have the right to ask for this.” Growled Mei Lien. It was outrageous that Lu Shoi Ming even thought of basking in his brother’s glory. Lu Huang was the one wielding the sword, he was the one who fought the Man-Eater! 

 “He was the one sharing the information.” Weakly argued Lu Huang. Mei Lien felt her forehead throb in anger but she restrained herself, she knew how much Lu Huang valued his scumbag of a brother. It was his only fault truly : filial piety. Lu Huang cleared his throat and shooed the subject away with a flick of hand. “No matter. I don't care if he stands with me during the celebration. I don't bother myself with glory anyway.”

 Mei Lien sighed once again. How kind of her Master to not care for glory. Still she felt like he was being too careless. If he didn't put this hateful Lu Shoi Ming in his place then he would keep running around and causing troubles for him. She knew very well how that type of person worked. People like Lu Shoi Ming were bloodsuckers! Parasites ! You couldn't allow them an inch, if not they would greedily take a mile. 

 Mei Lien shook her head desperately, her dark locks fell in front of her. If her Master didn't want to confront the hateful Lu Shoi Ming, then she will. She would keep that unworthy bastard far away from her beloved Master. Mei Lien huffed, satisfied with her makeshift plan, and turned her focus back to the documents in front of her. It wasn't anything pressing. Mainly matters regarding their peak. The Three Stars Peak was specialized in sword fighting, they were the most able when it came to slashing their way through swarms of demons. It's why they were the first called when physical threats, like the Man-Eater, were spotted. 

 Usually, something like the Man-Eater shouldn't have gone unnoticed for so long. It was common sense to eliminate demons before they could grow stronger. But somehow the information was delayed. Mei Lien didn't dare speculate too much about the reason why. 

 Someone knocked on the door. Lu Huang perked up and allowed entry with a single word. The Sect Leader, Liu Ru, entered their humble abode. The leader of the White-Tiger Sect was an aged man, frost covered his temples and ripples veiled his skin. He looked particularly sharp, yet also quite gentle. Lu Huang rose to his feet and bowed respectfully, Mei Lien hurried to follow his example. Liu Ru dismissed them with a sway of hand. 

 “I won't take too much of your time.” Sighed the Sect Leader. “I'm sorry for how your celebration is turning out.” 

 “You don't have to apologize, Sect Leader. I am glad to be able to share this occasion with my brother.” Replied Lu Huang, as always not one to complain. 

 Liu Ru shook his head, as if lamenting. Mei Lien could understand his feelings. “Still you did a great service.” The Sect Leader reached for something in his large sleeve, he pulled out an oak box finely crafted and handed it to them. Mei Lien, as traditions wished, took the box from the Sect Leader and presented it to her Master. 

 Lu Huang took the box and carefully opened it, inside laid a jade pendant, the surface as smooth as an unbothered lake. The stone was brimming with Qi, making it insanely valuable. Qi was the main source of power for cultivators. It was the energy of life itself flowing in everything existing. It flowed in flowers, in rivers, in animals, even in demons. Qi was the blood of earth itself. But if Qi was abundant centuries ago, it became scarcer these last few decades, making gifts like this jade pendant truly invaluable. 

 “Sect Leader this is…” Gulped Lu Huang as he carefully eyed the delicate jade. 

 “You deserve it.” Cut the Sect Leader before Lu Huang could make any sort of excuses to refuse the gift. “I heard you're close to a breakthrough in your cultivation. Perhaps, this would help.” The Sect Leader left after these last few words, he wasn't a warm man, but his gestures spoke for itself. It was evident he cared for the Lu brothers, in his own way. 

 “Master! You should wear the pendant at the celebration!” Tweeted Mei Lien, she fluttered close to her Master like an excited bird. 

 Lu Huang snorted at her enthusiasm. “Perhaps I should.” He agreed with an upward turn of lips. He wasn't one to dabble in ornaments, but it would be quite rude to not wear a gift coming from his Sect Leader. There was an unusual silver hue shining across the jade, it was quite pretty. 

 The day of the celebration came soon enough. Mei Lien helped her Master prepare. She was determined to make him even more beautiful than usual. The robes of the White-Tiger Sect were almost entirely white, they were long, fluttering like wisps of flames. Silver tigers were sewn on the trims, roaring at each other with hunger. Their slashes were silver, adorned with a single braid lying on the side with a tiger's eye tied at the end of it. The stone was said to repel evil. White looked good on Lu Huang, there was little that didn't flatter him, but Mei Lien wanted to make him stand out. It was a matter of pride. Her Master was beautiful, she wanted to flaunt it!

 Lu Huang was reluctant to part with the traditional white of White-Tiger Sect but he eventually yielded when faced with the pleading look of his disciple. Mei Lien knew how to tug at his heartstrings. And so Lu Huang was dressed in light blue. The color complimenting his figure quite nicely. The jade pendant stood proudly on his chest, gleaming beautifully under the house's swaying light. 

 Mei Lien squealed in delight at his appearances, Lu Huang fondly huffed and gently reminded her to not act like this. Disciples of the White-Tiger Sect were expected to be calm in any circumstances. 

 “Yes, Master.” Dutifully replied Mei Lien, she still secretly gushed inside of her head. As expected her Master was the most handsome! Nobody could compare! 

 They left their peak once ready, disciples of the Three Stars Peak rushed to greet their benevolent Master. Inclining themselves respectfully when they caught sight of Lu Huang and his head disciple. Mei Lien saw more than one girl, and boy, blush when looking at Lu Huang. She huffed in pride. Yes! Her Master was to be admired! This was how the world ought to be. 

 The celebration was held in the Sect main hall, far from the villages own festivities down below. The White-Tiger Sect wasn't the type to hold this sort of event. In fact, they mostly avoided exuberant affairs like this. But after the chaos wrought by the Man-Eater, the celebration was a needed distraction, both for them and the common people. 

 Lu Huang sat in one of the two seats of honor, he was the one who slayed the beast after all. On each of his side stood the proud Peaks Masters of White-Tiger Sect along with other renowned guests from the cultivation world. Mei Lien stood behind her Master, straightened in pride. She growled when she saw the second seat of honor. There shouldn't be a second seat. Lu Huang had been alone when faced with the beast after all, yet the second seat was undoubtedly there. 

 Someone entered the hall. 

 At last the heinous character appeared. 

 Lu Shoi Ming had none of his brother's beauty. His face was as bland as it could be. Black eyes, black hair. Nothing unusual. In fact, his most remarkable feature was his ears. They were longer than others, pointing upward like two malicious curls. He wasn't proud of them, he had the tendency to hide them behind his long hair. Lu Shoi Ming walked proudly, chin held upward, and settled beside his brother in the second seat of honor. He was dressed in gaudish robes, most probably to compensate for his lack of beauty. 

 “Didi.” Greeted Lu Huang with a soft smile. Lu Shoi Ming eyed him from the corner of his eyes. 

 “Gege, glad to see you.” Hummed Lu Shoi Ming with a neutral face. He never showed his poisonous side when face to face with his brother, perhaps that's why Lu Huang was able to keep such a fond memory of him. 

 The celebration resumed as planned. Various cultivators showed up before the seats of honor with gifts, it was common to offer gifts to the “hero” delivering the unfortunates from the clutch of evils. All sorts of gifts were presented. To Mei Lien's satisfaction, the majority of the gifts were given to Lu Huang. It wasn't surprising in itself. After all, it was better for the present cultivators to enter in Lu Huang's good graces rather than please Lu Shoi Ming's weak ego. Mei Lien smirked at Lu Shoi Ming darkening face. That would teach him! 

 One particular rogue cultivator presented the Lu brothers with two peculiar gifts. Lu Huang received protective charms particularly helpful in battles, whereas Lu Shoi Ming received a pair of earrings. Mei Lien almost bursted out laughing. The earrings were horrendous! Clearly the craftsmen gouged out his eyes before crafting them. She never saw earrings as ugly as them. They were bland, made with crooked pearls the color of caraocal. 

 When Lu Shoi Ming asked if the earrings held any sort of power, the rogue cultivator denied it with a smile. The guests snickered. Clearly this was meant as a jab against Lu Shoi Ming, especially since he was so insecure about his ears. Lu Shoi Ming's face darkened even more, his eyes filled with little else but rage.

 “Didi, can you serve me some tea?” Asked Lu Huang, hoping to distract his brother from his impending tantrum. It wasn't unusual for little brothers to serve tea to their older brother. Lu Shoi Ming huffed but still reached for the pot, he filled Lu Huang cup with narrowed eyes, as if the cup slighted him personally. Mei Lien rolled her eyes. In her humble opinion, Lu Shoi Ming deserved the slight jab. 

 Lu Huang sighed in relief, seeing that his didi’s face lost some of its murderous rage. He raised his cup and took a gulp. 

 A drop of red fell. 

 Lu Huang covered his mouth, he coughed violently and let go of his cup of tea. The cup fell down, the tea spilled on the luxurious carpet. His chest was burning. He coughed. Throat clogged by blood, before leaning over the table and passing out. 

 Mei Lien shrieked, she rushed to her Master's side and held his unconscious form with shaking hands. Her eyes fell on the spilled cup and she felt rage burn her heart. She whipped around and glared at Lu Shoi Ming. 

 “You scumbag!” She hissed through gritted teeth. 

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[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.