#feel free to scold or insult me honestly... i would agree with you

[worthless-misery]

Dear diary...

It's really no surprise I would end up here...

Addicted to a drxg to try to escape those feelings and thoughts that always linger...

I'm really a waste of everything. I'm worthless and I realize it more each day...

[ky44]

The sully’s arrive and they agree to learn the metkayina ways but they struggle with a problem, Ao’nung the longer they stay the more trouble he causes but what happen when his rut causes an even more intense issue.

Credit to tik tok for the insults

Warning: teenage pregnancy, smut

Side note: this story switches between my pov as narrator and yours

It took everything in your power not to cry when leaving the forest, it was a tough trip with the rain, strong winds, and other things challenging you it was like eywa didn’t wan’t you to leave.

As soon as your family stepped on the sand you were surrounded, you took notice of the looks of curiosity, confusion, and fear it made you feel like a fish out of water.

Soon the crowd parted, you watched as two boys walked through, one was tall he had a bun, while the shorter one had free curls.

Your older brother Neteyam gave the “I see you” sign only for them not to return it and just stare at him, honestly it angered you they didn’t know you well enough to have a problem, hell you just got here so why treat us like that.

Other than your brother trying to be respectful and these dickheads not showing the same you hear “is that supposed to be a tail how are they supposed to swim” followed by laughter lo’ak was about to say something but Neteyam stopped him, he was about to turn around and tell you not to say anything until a girl walked up hitting the boys “do not Ao’nung, Rotxo”! Making the boys scoff and avoid eye contact.

Without a second thought you mumbled “I don’t wanna hear anything from fish lips he looks like he eats rocks” Neteyam quickly turned around scolding you while lo’ak laughter and the girl giggled.

The boy who you now knew was Ao’nung looked at you with a glare as Rotxo was trying to hold back his laughter he was gonna say something back until he heard lo’ak tell his sister “hey” before hearing her giggle causing both him and Rotxo to turn with glares.

Soon the ocean of na’vi parted and a male walked through, your father did the “I see you” notion then gave you all a look to tell you to do the same, immediately you and your siblings did what you were told to, “I see you Tonowari oleyktan of the metkayina.”

Soon there was a hiss and then a very obviously pregnant woman walked through the crowd, your father once again did the “I see you” notion followed by the words “I see you Ronal tsahik of the metkayina” the woman only glanced at him not returning the gesture, honestly you could see where Ao’nung got his disrespect from.

After a little your dad convinced them to let you stay it was announced that his daughter tsireya and son Ao’nung would be showing you guys around and teaching you the way of water, Ao’nung tried to refuse but was cutoff by his father.

After they led us to our marui, we were informed we’ll begin our lessons in the afternoon, once we got packed dad gave us a speech about how we have to pull our weight, then we went on our way to the shore for our lessons,

When we met at the shore they jumped in the water as me and my siblings looked at each other for a minute until they signaled for us to dive in as well, lo’ak and Neteyam jumped in first, the first thing that came to my mind was “why the hell did Neteyam run like that”

Soon me,kiri, and tuk followed, immediately I was swept away by the beauty of the sea the fierceness, creatures, and the beauty of the waves. I had already realized my siblings were gone but I knew they were fine they were with tsireya.

As I was swimming I noticed kiri, gently tapping her shoulder, she turned she turned to me and smiled she was looking at an creature so beautiful it was ethereal, I returned her smile before we both loved on continuing to explore.

We noticed there was I clicking sound I turned my head first, there were two beautiful creatures, I was drawn more to the one on the right and by the way it started swimming to I guessed it was the same, instead of immediately bonding I swam with it for a while wanting to build a non physical bond.

Not long after I bonded with it we were slowly swimming around, kiri and hers as well.

Soon we all went back to the shore, as we made it back to the beach the group got in a circle.

“ you have bonded with ilu now we will work on your breathing” tsireya said, that’s mostly how that day went learning to ride ilu, learning sign language, and watching lo’ak get flustered as tsireya helped him.

It had been a few days since we’d been here me and kiri were just minding our business, kiri was listening to eywa’s heartbeat, it amazed me how strong her connection with the great mother was, I only had a strong connection with the animals and nature not her spirit, while she did that I was watching a sea creature burrow itself in the sand.

Suddenly a shadow loomed over us followed by muffled words and laughs, I already knew who it was but I ignored them but kiri didn’t I watched as she got out the water signaling she was ready to leave, I quickly got up not wanting to be stuck here with HIM alone.

As we were trying to walk away Ao’nung grabbed my hand yanking me to him while one of his roach looking friends yanked my tail, I was quick to get my tail free and hiss at the boy before pushing Ao’nung.

Then I noticed one of them messing with kiri while the other laughed and quickly pulled her back and hissed, Ao’nung was quick to hiss back before his friend even got the chance, you were about to hiss again until you heard your brother.

“Back off fish lips!!” Lo’ak shouted, “Oh another four fingered freak haha” he laughed as him and his friends pulled and pushed lo’ak around calling him “baby tail” kiri immediately yelled ”leave us alone!”

I turned to see Neteyam stomping over and gave a sign of relief, he pushed Ao’nung setting lo’ak free from their pestering, his friend was gonna say something only for Ao’nung to put his hand up signaling him to be quiet, which the friend did as Neteyam told them to back off.

“Also I need you to respect my sisters” Ao’nung gave a ominous smirk before we all began to walk off, until lo’ak heard Ao’nung saying stuff.

He quickly turned around Neteyam trying to stop him only for his reply to be “I got this bro” and walk up to them.

“Look I know this hand is funny I’m a freak it’s alien” he started Ao’nung and his friends laughing, “But it can do something really cool first you ball you fist up just like this then” I knew what he was gonna do so I wasn’t surprised seeing lo’ak giave Ao’nung the three piece combo with extra sauce.

As expected a fight broke out and Neteyam not wanting to leave lo’ak to get jumped he ran and jumped in too, kiri tried to tell them to stop while I was laughing at them kiri soon joining in aswell realizing how stupid they looked.

Soon the fight was broken up by one of the adults seeing the fight, I sighed “We’re definitely gonna get our asses beat.”

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when we got back to the marui all hell broke loose, lo’ak and Neteyam were getting chewed into big time, dad was mad they got into a fight with Ao’nung because he was the chiefs son.

Although dad did soften up a bit when lo’ak told him it was because he was calling me and kiri freaks and stuff, he still forced lo’ak to go and apologize.

Right when Neteyam was about to go and leave he asked him “what do the other guys look like” Neteyam smiled and said “ worse” “good” “a lot worse” dad smiled and said “get outta here.”

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while dad was talking to kiri I was swimming around looking at the ocean with my ilu, I had a bad feeling I hadn’t seen lo’ak since he went to apologize.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried and this terrrible gut feeling I had wasn’t helping me at all.

Soon I got out the water and noticed a crowd immediately running up and being confused why people were parting for me to get through, I saw lo’ak who was covered in cuts and bruises.

I gasped and ran up to him immediately looking for any bad injuries, he gently moved my hands telling me he was fine as he glared at Ao’nung from behind me.

Soon the rest of our family came up dad practically pushed me out of the way to check up on lo’ak if it wasn’t for mom I would’ve fell.

Me and lo’ak have always had a closer connection to our mom seeing as dad was always hard on lo’ak because he saw himself in loak, and him being my twin I hated how he was always in trouble other than that dad never really yelled at me unless I stood up to defending loak.

After mom checked on him and saw he was fine she said “I pray to eywa that I do not pluck the eyes out of my youngest son!” She hissed doing a plucking motion lo’ak moveing his head glare not leaving Ao’nung.

“No, my son lead him out of the reef the blame is his” tonowari said making Ao’nung get on his knee, Ao’nung had an ashamed look on his face, honestly I feel kinda bad for him, Jake immediately started pulling lo’ak out for he crowd on for lo’ak to get out of his grasp.

“No, it’s my fault Ao’nung told me not to go outside the reef but I went anyway” lo’ak pleaded I knew he was lying, I could tell from Ao’nung’s confused face.

Dad immediately started pulling lo’ak again it was obvious he was mad, he got in to lo’ak aswell as Neteyam, before saying something that even mom looked at him shocked for.

“You have brought shame onto this family!” Mom looked shocked as lo’ak asked can he go now, “you cause anymore trouble I’ll jerk a knot into your tail you read me”he said letting go of him and walking off. I followed after lo’ak and pat his shoulder and hugged hime before walking off.

As lo’ak was walking Ao’nung joined him “why’d you lie for me” he asked confused “Because I know what it’s like to be one big disappointment” he said as he kept walking Ao’nung stopped for a moment before catching up with him.( zesty ass walk)

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the more time we spent in awa’atlu the more me and Ao’nung grew to hate eachother, as a matter of a fact it got so bad that our parents even began to notice the hatred.

Them noticing led us to them trying to get us to get along, which is how me and Ao’nung ended up in this situation of our parents talking us glaring at eachother.

“Since you two are the only ones not getting along we figured this would help you” Ronal stated, this made both of us quickly turn our heads me with a scowl at the woman while Ao’nung shocked.

“The moonshine festival is tomorrow so you two will be the one picking the fruit” tonowari stated, while Ao’nung looked petrified I was confused “the what?” I asked “it’s a tradition to help the children be friends two that don’t get along are assigned tasks together.” Tonowari stated.

I stared at them before mumbling “ aw hell naw.” But of course my mother being her she heard me and hit my shoulder giving me a bffr look, I pouted.

“Ugh let’s get this over with!” Ao’nung grumbled angrily picking up the basket and getting up I followed as we glared at eachother.

As we were walking out he whispered “imu’ta(bitch)” “dickhead” I whispered back, what we couldn’t see as we were beefing while walking out was our parents sighing before our parent left to prepare aswell.

We had made it to the outskirts of the beach where the mini forest was “where are these fruit?” I asked turning to him, he rolled his eyes “in the middle of the forest” so we started walking, I’m from the forest but even I had to admit this was quite a walk.

When we finally got there he showed me the fruit and the color they had to be to pick them one we had picked a basket full, I started to feel hot aswell a a burn in the pit of my stomach.

“This can’t be happening right now!” I mumbled, of course my heat wanted to start the minute I’m alone with Ao’nung.

I was so caught I up I didn’t notice Ao’nung turn to me, and when I finally did notice him,

I knew he smelled my heat…..

We stared at eachother lust clouding in both our eyes before he dropped the basket picked me up and next thing I knew we were in a secluded area in the forest.

I moaned as I felt the bulge in his loincloth grinding against me, a hiss escaped my mouth as I felt his teeth plunge into me.

He stopped for a minute looking into my eyes, I knew why he was looking at me, we might hate each other and he might be a dumbass but even he would ask for permission as soon as nodded my top and loincloth were practically ripped off of me.

My nipples hardened at the air hitting them as my pussy gushed at the feeling of air, it gushed even more when he took of his loincloth.

As his cock slapped against his stomach my mouth watered, he was above average, veiny, and the tip was a pretty pinkish-purple.

Not to mention his knot at the base was twitching. He was staring at me, trying to get a full sight of my body.

I brought my hand down his eyes following, as I gently spread my folds, “Please….Ao’nung I need you.” I noticed more lust crowd his eyes before he practically pounced on me.

Catching my lips in a rough kiss, before his hand took the place of mine keeping my folds spread as placed his tip at my entrance.

Before I finally felt him push it in a moan immediately escaping my mouth as curses left his, he continued pushing until he was fully in all except his knot.

He started slowly he was obviously holding back but sped up when he heard me whine to go faster.

My legs moved to his sides as he held himself up, both of his arms either side by my head. My arms securely around his shoulders.

His thrust were rabid like he was an animal that’s been denied to long. His thrusting was only getting faster as he pressed his lips against mine his tongues immediately going into my mouth and overpowering mine.

The kiss was messy and heated as I moaned into his mouth. Next thing I knew he had me in a mating press, the bulge in my belly very noticeable.

Our moans, grunts, and the sound of skin slapping only grew louder the closer we got I could feel the knot forming in my stomach.

Before I could even tell Ao’nung I was close he said “I know me too just hold on a little more baby.” His thrusts quickening even more before the knot in my stomach snapping as I let out a cry of his name.

When the knot in my stomach snapped he didn’t stop nor slow down making me whine, I noticed his thrusts becoming sloppy.

Before he finally buried himself fully into me knot and all. My eyes rolled back as I felt his hot cum shoot inside.

We sat there for a minute him still inside me as we stared at eachother. Next thing I knew our lips were locked in a gentle loving kiss.

When we both pulled away I yelped as I felt teeth plunging into my neck. Followed by him sucking on my skin.

Which most definitely left a mark before he got from between my legs and pulled out. I was gonna sit up only for him to hold me down as he watched his cum ooze out of me.

I winced as I felt two of his fingers push some back in. “Let’s help eachother when we’re in heat.” was all he said as he continued to watch his seed leave my body…..”alright.” I said.

We had fixed ourselves up and we were bringing the fruit back to his marui when we stepped inside tonowari and dad were discussing something before turning their attention to us.

Since Ao’nung was just standing there I grabbed the basket set on the table. Turned around and walked out, I noticed Ao’nung scowl at me on my way which I returned.

Tonowari and Jake watching the interaction just sighed as Ao’nung went to his room. “Those kids ain’t ever gonna get along.” Jake sighed shaking his head, tonowari just nodded his head in agreement.

We kept our word helping eachother whether it was heat or sexual frustration, but us being stupid horny teenagers everytime we did it he knotted me. Most would probably wonder why would you let him and in all honestly it’s because I was falling for him.

Which is how we ended up in this situation of our mothers yelling at us as our fathers glared at Ao’nung, for two different reason.

Your probably wondering how’d they find out about your little randevue’s well it all started when me and my siblings where hanging out.

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Walking by the trees talking and laughing well until I turned and threw up in some bushes. “Ew, are you ok?” Lo’ak said obvious worry in his voice as he begun rubbing my back while kiri held my hair.

“We should take you to the tsahik!” Neteyam said and before I could even refuse he and my siblings had already rushed me there. Sending tuk to get our parents.

Our parents got there while she was in the middle of examining me. “Is she ok!?” My mother said urgently. As Ronal finally figured out what was wrong with you her eyes widened as she gasped. Which wasn’t helping mother’s anxiety.

“She is with child!” Ronal stated. Loak’s jaw dropped to the bottom of the ocean while everyone else looked stunned including you.

“Who was it!” Jake was the first to address the issue of course coming of a little more hostile than he meant, but come on he just found out a boy had been sleeping with one of his sweet angels.

“I-“ I started trying to get words out and it wasn’t helping the states on me aswell as the fact my siblings had also begun questioning me asking me over and over again who it was until everyone got silent, at the sound of Ao’nung.

“It was me….” He said of course that got the attention of them but all hell broke loose after he said that avoiding his parents gazes aswell as my dad’s who looked like he wanted to feed him to an akula. Not to mention Neteyam he was terrifying.

Ronal and tonowari immediately began questioning Ao’nung. “Is this true!?” Neytiri asked shock and a bit of anger mixing in her features. “Yes.” I made sure not to look into her eyes as soon we were both getting and earful.

And that is how we ended up in this situation our parents scolding us and wondering what their gonna do.

Your heads were both down but they immediately came up at the words that left Ronal’s mouth “you two will have to be mated before eywa!” Your parents reluctantly but immediately agreed not wanting either of you to miss out on the life of your child.

Everyone had finally agreed and was leaving until you and Ao’nung looked at eachother before saying.

“We do not wish to be mated….”

[loyaltykask]

Chapter 28

@journeythroughjourneytothewest

HE MAKES A POEM AFTER SEEING HIS HOME. HE WROTE A POEM AGAINST ERLANG

He never thought his mountain would be punished. He having a HARD day

We don't see a lot of takes of Erlang's side of the story and I wish more people were able to see him as a complex character. He is such a hero and yes the monkeys didn't deserve to be hunted down but the Nine Gernations punishment wasn't out of place in the time period and the crime that Wukong committed against heaven.

These poor monkeys deadass lost their weapons in the fight and how hunters after them. This day goes from bad to worse

So Wukong lost more than half his monkeys (who now were confirmed them all to be demons, not just monkeys) that 47,000 of them lost to almost more than 1,000. And saying that it has ONLY been in the last 2 years, the 2 years being around the time Wukong has been on the journey (it's been like a year and a few months at this point) is only a greater insult to injury than Wukong has been free this whole time and his monkeys were going through even more hardships without his knowledge

The ones that were dead were eaten and the ones that are alive were forced into entertainment. At least his Marshalls and Generals are still alive at this point

His monkeys HAVE heard that he was on the journey and were actaully wondering why he was back. Very interesting that they were so understanding of the duty that was placed on him. Love that honestly but also his family agrees that they were happy to see Wukogn back. They wanted to celebrate! They said they wanted to have fun with him again!

This is the.... what third poem that talks IN GREAT DETAIL about how Wukong brutally murders his enemies? Like damn, they want me to feel for these hunters. Listen rip to their widowed wives but hey they messed with the wrong mountain. A 1000 men dead in one go DAMN

Already Wukong going back into old habits Sanzang scolded him for killing 3 people and Wukong comes back killing 1000 for the sake of protecting what he considers his. I wonder if he really felt nothing or else he just letting his anger get the best of him refusing to think as those dead as 'people' but just prey that got in the way

Look at THEM

Oh now he missing Wukong, yeah he better

Love that Wujing like "he aint going to come back until he eats first" LIKE DAMN CALL HIM OUT

I'm not sure what this Yellow Robe's logic is AT ALL but like OKAY IF YOU WANNA HAVE HIM SUBMIT BEFORE EATING HIM DAMN

Wukong has his "Grandpa Sun" insurance while Bajie has his "Honorable Father"

Gilf vs Dilf

THAT SOME MISTAKE BAJIE

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You thought you were so slick, masturbating while the pro-hero was at work. You thought you were so clever buying that vibrator online. It was hidden inside a stuffed animal so when Katsuki glanced over your purchase before hitting submit, he never noticed. He thought it was just another stupid stuffed animal you wanted for your collection.

You kept the toy hidden inside the bear, but once Katsuki left, you unzipped the back to pull out the pleasure device. The amount of orgasms and cum you produced was more than you have in months. This was going to be your little secret and Katsuki will never even think to look. Except, you seem to not have noticed Katsuki had cameras. They are hidden, of course, but they are there.

They saw everything and so did Katsuki.

You’re used to Katsuki coming home in a mood when he had a long day at work and honestly, Katsuki could expect the same out of you. So, when Katsuki arrived home with his usual attitude, you didn’t notice.

“Y/N,” he called as he closed the front door behind him. His work boots were already off and resting by the couch along with his gauntlets, mask, gloves, and any other armor. You jogged over to him, a smile on your face as you approached the man.

“Welcome home, Katsuki!” You greet with enthusiasm, wrapping your arms around his neck and a soft kiss on the cheek. This was no different than your normal act you put on. Katsuki trained you to act this way, after all.

Katsuki’s hands rested on your plump ass, his red eyes clearly not showing the same amount of enthusiasm you held. When your irises met his, your smile dropped into a concern frown.

“Been good while I was away?” He asked as usual.

You nodded, “yes, sir.”

“Is that a lie?” Katsuki interrogated, raising an eyebrow. You started to sweat and tremble within his hold. Sadly, he noticed.

“No, not at all.” You managed to utter out. A little too quick for your own good.

Katsuki chuckled scornfully. “Really? Because,” his fingers reached into the front of your pants to swipe your delicate pussy. You started to become flustered as he pulled out his slick covered fingers, clicking his tongue at his confirmed suspicion. “You’re one wet little girl.”

“I-I,” you stammered, tears welling in your scared eyes. You mentally cursed yourself for not keeping track of the time. You were enjoying time with your new toy when you heard the door unlock and Katsuki call your name. Your whole core is a slick covered mess and Katsuki knows about it.

“Bedroom,” he delivers a hard slap to your ass with one hand while pointing towards the hall with the other, “Now.”

Not pushing your luck, you did as your told. Katsuki was closely behind you, his dark crimson eyes glaring at the back of your skull. You should have known better than to think you were going to get away with this. Now, you have to suffer through whatever punishment Katsuki feelings like handing out tonight.

Walking inside the bedroom, Katsuki examined the room. The only thing out of place was the soaked gray towel laying on the wooden bed frame. You did not have time to hide it. You could lie about the towel, the vibrator? Not so much.

“I-I’m sorry, K-Katsuki.” You whined as he grabbed the towel. He shook his head.

“I’m sure you are. Strip.” He ordered. You did exactly that.

You stood still, the air hitting your soaked cunt. Goosebumps arises on your arms and you shiver slightly. Katsuki eyes your slick covered pussy and thighs.

“Bend over the bed, slut.” Katsuki demands, pointing towards the bed. Tears are streaming down your face as you do as your told. He spreads your legs apart more so your cunt can weep some more. Using the soaked towel, he cleans you up. You let out pathetic apologies and whimpers, but this did not make Katsuki any less angry.

“I’m sorry, Katsuki.” You repeat with a sniffle, hoping he will show you some mercy when he punishes you. You both know he is a merciless man, though. Your apologies are useless.

Giving your ass another hard slap like earlier, you let out a yelp. “Stand up.” Katsuki orders. As expected, you listen. Katsuki retrieves a dry towel from the bathroom and lay it down on the bed. Your heart is racing and you are clearly nervous.

“Lay down on your back.”

You lay down on your back. Katsuki grabbed your wrist and tied rope around it then proceed to attach it to the bedpost. He did the same action with each limb so you are spread eagle on the bed. So many questions raced through your mind. You didn’t dare ask what his cruel mind wanted to do to your exposed body, but his devious smirk and invading gaze did not help you draw good conclusions.

You were too busy in your thoughts that you didn’t notice Katsuki retrieving your teal vibrator. Your eyes grew wide as he shake it in front of your face. All the dots are connecting and now you understand why he is so mad.

“Look familiar?” He chuckled. “Thought you would really get away with it, didn’t you? I’ve done told you I see everything.”

“Katsuki—“

“Shut the fuck up, Y/N. I don’t want to hear your bullshit excuses and pathetic apologies for the rest of the night. You’ve done lied to me more than once. I need to teach your lying ass a lesson.” Katsuki scolds.

Turning the sex toy on the highest setting possible, he lays the vibrator on your sensitive clit. You automatically moan and sob. Katsuki snickers.

“Such a selfish whore. Always want your pussy pleased, but never want to pleasure me in return.” He growls them walks closer to you and grabs your chin so you are forced to meet his gaze. “That changes today. I’ll make you a deal. You don’t cum within,” he gazed at his Rolex then back at you,” ten minutes, I’ll let your ass go. If you cum, though, you are stuck with me for good and I’m going to stuff every hole you got. Deal?”

Not giving you much of an option, you nod. You so desperately want to escape Katsuki. You miss normalcy. You miss your friends and family. You miss the freedoms of being a normal human being. This is your ticket out, you better take it.

Gently slapping your cheek, he smirks. “I’ll come back to check on you in a bit. Have fun, cum loving slut. I’ll have fun stuffing you later.”

You watched as Katsuki left the room. Your moans filled the empty space and your pulsating cunt is already begging for dear release. You struggle against the restraints, panting and whining. You wanted out. Katsuki did not tie the rope gently at all. Even if you were strong, these restraints would be hard to escape from.

What was once enjoyable is now being used as punishment. Regrets seep in. You have already overstimulated your poor pussy today. You are exhausted and all you wanted to do is rest, but the loud vibrations are preventing you from doing so. You attempted to withhold your cum. You wanted to so badly. Not only for a chance of freedom, but you will be dammed if Katsuki fills your holes. You did not want that man’s filthy hands anywhere near you let alone his erected cock.

You did your best to wiggle the device off of your clit, but it was no use as an orgasm arise. Gasp escaped your lips as your pussy cried. Your cum covered your cunt, vibratory, and even squirted onto the bed. You began to feel flustered, but your punishment was not over with. You have several more minutes left and Katsuki does not plan on coming in a minute too early. You will be covered in your own arousal by the time he arrives.

Just like he wanted.

You reached your climax again and again, leaving the towel, sex toy, cunt, and thighs soaked. You’re sweating, panting, and out of moans to release. Another orgasm overcame you when Katsuki walked in. A smug grin was plastered on his face as he leaned against the doorframe, watching you meet your next high. This made it even worse.

“I came just in time. I get to see you be a filthy slut in person.” Katsuki teased. You wanted to glare at him, but your eyes are rolling back and any insult came out as incoherent babbles. Your pussy released more cum much to your dismay and Katsuki’s enjoyment. Embarrassment washed over you as Katsuki came over to pick on you some more.

“You done squirtin’ yet?” He snickered. “You soaked the whole damn bed.”

“Katsuki, please,” you whine and struggle against the restraints, “make it stop.”

“Aw, is someone going to cum again, isn’t she?” Katsuki coo’s, faux sympathy clear in his tone. You shake your head no, but by your lewd faces, he can tell your close again. He glances at your whimpering pussy then back at you. “Yeah, you are. Go ‘head and cum for me. I know you got plenty in there.”

You don’t even have the energy to protest anymore. Any fight you have left has vanished as you release, closing your eyes in the process. Katsuki was sure to watch every moment of it, too.

Katsuki removed the vibrator, turning it off. You let out a sigh of relief, but that relief is short lived once you remember the deal. Katsuki is not going to wait until you are ready to be quote-on-quote ‘stuffed.’ No, he is a man with needs that you agreed to meet if you failed your part. You were doomed from the start, in all honesty. There was no way you were going to succeed and you both knew that.

You were untied, sitting up on the towel. You did not enjoy sitting in your pool of cum, but as usual, you have no say in the matter. Your eyes never left Katsuki as he put back the items. Before putting the sex toy away, he looked at you with the slick covered device in his hand.

“We’re keeping this for future use.” Katsuki smirked. You sigh, regretting even buying the damn thing to begin with. It was only a matter of time until Katsuki got his greedy calloused fingers onto it.

Katsuki returned over to you, looking down at you with disgust. That almost felt worse than the punishment itself. Yes, you hated Katsuki, but somehow, you still craved his approval. You did not like making him unhappy. Your body and bones depended on you making him happy.

“Like sitting in your own filth?” He arched an eyebrow, crossing his arms.

“No.” You answer, bowing your head down in shame.

“Why? Don’t like being reminded how much of a disgusting whore you are?” Katsuki tsk. He has always been the degrading type, but when he is angry and trying to prove a point, he is much worse.

“No.” You replied, whimpering slightly. You refused to look at him, but you know he is enjoying this. He enjoys putting you in your place. He enjoys winning.

Katsuki began taking off the rest of his work clothes. His erected cock is already throbbing from watching you bust everywhere. He may not have been in the room physically, but he sure did enjoy watching you downstairs on the flat screen. He didn’t even need to turn on the sound because your moans traveled down to the living room.

“Get in the position I like you in.” Katsuki instructed. Tears stream down your face. You didn’t want to do it. You’re tired and just the thought of Katsuki putting his length deep within you disturbed you emotionally.

“You deaf or somethin’?” Katsuki growls as he grabs you by your hair and gets close to your face. “I said get in the fuckin’ position.”

You scurry to do as your told, Katsuki letting go of your hair so you can do so. Face down, ass up is Katsuki’s favorite position to fuck you in. He loves seeing all of your exposed holes to please and toy with. Call him greedy, but he knows you secretly enjoy it too. At least, that is what he tells himself as he makes you moan out his name.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Katsuki praises as you get into position. He spreads you open more so he can get a nice view of all of you. Your cunt is damp and ready for Katsuki’s length, but he is deciding to be nice. “Which hole you want me to fuck first?”

Neither, you thought.

“Any.” You huffed out, wanting this over with already. Your annoyed tone bought you a hard slap to your ass. You wince in pain.

“I’m sorry, Katsuki.” You cry, instinctively. “My pussy, please.”

Katsuki rubs your ass cheek in approval. His hands hold onto your hips, positioning you the perfect angle to take all of his dick. The tip rest at your weeping entrance then proceeds to slide inside. You cry out in pleasure and pain. No matter how wet you are, no matter how many times Katsuki has sex with you, your cunt will never be able to handle all of his girth. Your tight walls will always hug his length to his enjoyment. Katsuki just can’t get enough.

Katsuki continued his constant rough rhythm, delivering a few slaps to your ass and thighs in the process. He loves seeing your ass bounce as he thrust deep into you. The way you sing him beautiful melodies of moans, groans, and whines just encourages his behavior.

“Katsuki—“ You cry, incoherently, as he hits your ass again.

“What’s the matter? Too much dick for ya?” Katsuki mocks. “Bet that stupid little toy of yours can’t make you feel this good. Look at you, can’t even make coherent sentences. Such a,” he grunts as his dick twitches deep inside you, “dumb fuckin’ slut.”

You grip the bedsheets as Katsuki pushes down on your tailbone to move a slightly different angle. Your breast still bounced though they were pressed against the soaked cotton beneath you. You tried to muffle your moans, but Katsuki will not allow that to happen. He wants to hear you stroke his ego. He wants to be reassured he is making you feel this amazing.

Katsuki continued pumping into your sore cunt until he met his goal. You have no choice but to milk every single drop he has to offer. Once you are nice and full of his cum, he taps your putter thigh.

“Sit up.”

As commanded, you sit up. Your back is pressed against Katsuki’s chest. His hand hugs your neck, squeezing it nicely. You cough slightly, looking up at him.

“Think I better take care of this mouth of yours next. Seems to get you in the most trouble.”

“Please no.” You whisper, more tears falling. Katsuki releases your throat, now holding your chin, and brushes them away with his thumb.

“Don’t want me to stuff your dirty little mouth, hm?”

“I’ll be good, Katsuki.” You swallow the lump that formed in your throat, doing your best to sound small. He liked when you sound weak. “I promise.”

“Y’know better than to make promises you can’t keep. You’ve broken several of them already. Be a good girl for me and get on your knees.”

“Yes, Katsuki.”

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Genshin: Royalty AU [V1]

I’ve been a hermit ever since covid dropped lol. Yes, you’re doing social distancing right. Imagine going outside? Ptff, what a weird concept. But I’m happy you’ve stuck around for so long despite the constant brainworms I have. Oho?? More crumbs 👀 Lemme just crack my knuckles real quick. I’m throwing a reader in just so I have an excuse to tag everyone haha. These are a lot more scuffy compared to my usual HCs but let me brainrot for a sec. 

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Genshin: Holding Hands [V1]

Genshin: When you’re cold [V1]

Genshin: University AU [V1]

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Zhongli

Your first impressions of Zhongli was that he was an egotistical and selfish brat. To be fair, you might have adopted some of those qualities yourself but you were both children at the time. Your sister, Guizhong, was tasked to take care of Zhongli in place of his parents which lead to your first meeting with the infamous Imperial Prince. At first, you were excited to finally meet someone who was the same age as you and Guizhong was always so kind. But when he turned to face you two, he just asked if Guizhong was supposed to be his concubine. You weren’t sure whether to gag or throw your shoe at him but Guizhong quickly intercepted before you could do anything that could get you killed. It’s only until you spent more time with him that Zhongli tells you that he has never had someone care for him or want to spend time with him without some alterative motive. 

Zhongli radiates sheltered child from birth. To outsiders, he seems really slow on normal everyday tasks but that’s because he’s never had to worry about doing mundane things. He’s always had someone else to do them for him that when he’s out in public, he just stands around and waits for someone to help him. It’s incredibly awkward for everyone in the situation when Zhongli forgets to bring mora and just stands off to the side until one of his servants comes to pick up his check. That’s how Zhongli got such a bad reputation of being a spoiled brat despite being a well-mannered and polite man. When he drops something he just turns to look at you, back at the object, then back at you. You have to pound it into your brain that no, Zhongli is not a lazy and he isn’t trying to be insulting, that’s just how he’s lived his life. When you tell him he is fully capable to picking things up, because what if he dropped something important when he was older and the wind swept it away, he pounders the thought as if you’ve just explained the meaning of the celestials to him that you give up and just pick it up for him. 

A Prince from Mondstadt named Venti used to come to Liyue for playdates while their father’s talked business and politics. He was the complete opposite of Zhongli but you genuinely liked him. While he was a bit more bolder and hyper compared to the calm and quiet Zhongli, he would always try and get Zhongli out of the palace and outside. You end up missing so many fun and interesting things when you’re locked up in your study room. How can the next Emperor care about his land when he doesn’t even know what it’s like to live there? It was the first time you and Zhongli went out just for fun and you might have gone a bit overboard in hindsight, but Venti’s personality and the feeling of freedom to do anything was addicting. Plus, watching Zhongli’s reactions to all these new feelings made him feel a bit more human. While you knew that Zhongli would do everything for Liyue, you never got the impression that his heart was in it. 

From then on, you and Zhongli try and carve some time out of his schedule to go down to the streets and have a little bit of a break. When you both built kites and scaled all the way to the mountains to fly them, it was the first time you’ve seen Zhongli be bad at something. He always had such elegance and perfection whenever his teachers asked him to do something but as soon as the kite took flight, it would stumble then come crashing down. Zhongli had the most heartbroken puppy expression on his face that you couldn’t help but burst out laughing. While you’re on the ground gasping for air and probably have the most ridiculous expression on your face, Zhongli smiles gently as he looks at you then back to Liyue. The moment is ruined when Guizhong comes running towards you both and scolds you for sneaking out. 

While it’s somewhat annoying when other attendants in palace gush about how well Zhongli is growing into becoming the next emperor, both in smarts and appearance, you have to somewhat agree with them in some places. If you want to know the history of Liyue or how to properly place a tea set, he can tell you in incredible detail. However, when it comes to social cues and interactions, he’s awful at them. Everything is treated a business deal that it makes everyone somewhat nervous or uncomfortable that you’re internally dying at any social event he goes to. But despite the awkwardness, he has a lot of admires that frequently send him letters of marriage or adoration that you have to shift through. It makes you a bit uncomfortable reading the flowery language but it surprised you a bit how many people have the misconception that Zhongli planning to have you as his spouse. When you mention this to Zhongli as a joke, he returns to his thinking pose and he contemplates the idea before nodding and agreeing with the letters. He proposes to you right then and there and it’s such a sudden development that your brain has finally broke and you pass out. 

Venti

Venti is one of those royalty types that spends so much time outside and away from his duties that he’s basically thrown his cape and crown to the wind. The first time Zhongli visited Monstadt, his first impressions of Venti were him singing to a crowd. While Zhongli doesn’t understand why Venti would spend his time on music rather than his studies, they still get along well. Mostly because Venti has a very easy going personality, even if he’s a bit blunt, but whatever comments he makes fly over Zhongli’s head. Unlike him, you’re the complete opposite. You’re a knight in training with an earnest heart that wants to protect the City of Mondstadt with your entire being. While you don’t necessarily hate Venti, because he never asked to be born into the royal family, you can’t help but get frustrated at his nonchalant attitude towards everything aside from alcohol and music. 

Your first meeting with him was during your time training under the Favonius Knights. You wanted to get a bit more practice late in the night when Venti stumbled upon you bullying a poor wooden dummy before he announces his arrival. He laughs a bit at your fumbling as you quickly get into a proper kneel but he waves it off saying it was unnecessary before he asks what you’re up to. You’re in mid-explanation when Venti cuts you off with a yawn and you can feel the irritation creeping up on you as you snap back why he’s outside instead of inside the safe walls of the castle. Your irritation grows even further when Venti smugly grins, patting himself on the back from getting a rise out of you, before he reaches into the bag you just noticed he was carrying to produce sheets of music. 

While his teacher’s drone on and on about the production of wine, he is busy writing songs in his textbooks. While he understands the importance of his role, he thinks the people can rule themselves just fine without his help. He wants to leave his crown and become a bard and live an ordinary but free life. How he’s always sneaking out to go explore without the world constantly breathing down his neck. Whether his posture is correct or if he’s memorized the history of berries wouldn’t matter. Honestly, Venti is weighing his options of either staying as a royal or leaving everything behind to pursue the life he wants. When he finishes his heart-felt speech he expects you to give him those same pitiful and woe is you eyes but you’re just angry. You can understand his sentiment, living a life that you never asked for isn’t fun, but suddenly packing your things and jumping ship would only cause chaos and conflict. At least have some sort of replacement before you leave damnit. 

Now it’s your turn to be surprised, rather than taking offense to you, a nameless knight, basically insulting the him, the Prince, he lights up in excitement. He rips his cape and crown off before he’s shoving them onto you before you can even say anything. He’s almost bouncing on his feet as he tells you that you can freely take his crown and become the next in line. You have no idea how that would work but he mentions that he knows a man named Albedo that can help change your appearance to look like him. That way, you get to protect the City you love so much and he get’s to live the life he’s always wanted. It’s completely fool proof with no flaws whatsoever! Except for the fact, that he is jumping way too far to conclusions, he’s shoving his responsibilities onto you, and most importantly, you don’t the first thing about Venti and how to act like him. 

Before you know it, Venti has dragged you to meet his Father to personally appoint you as his personal knight. He doesn’t take no for an answer even though you aren’t qualified at all to be protecting someone of high position as him but Venti’s always been a handful that someone needs to watch over him. You have no idea how one night managed to throw your entire life into this chaos but you’re not sure if you can even get out of this situation at this point. 

Kaeya

It all happened so suddenly. You and him were playing in the gardens when his father rushed in and took both of your hands and dragged you to the border to Khaenri’ah. The land you were both used to seeing, the friendly baker that would always give you both sweets, or the magic that used to flow so freely was transformed into red cubes. You were both scared and confused but as you both reached the border oh Khaenri’ah, a large gate that leads to the above world of Teyvat, his father tells you both to run as far as you could and never look back before he pushed you both in. It wasn’t until years later that you both discovered that a corrupted god had taken control of Khaenri’ah. Now, everyone believes that the Khaenri’ah prince is dead because he’s been missing for so long and whatever hope Khaenri’ah has is gone. For his own safety, he had to change his name to Kaeya and you both found yourself at the gates of Mondstadt. 

It took a lot of adjusting for the both of you but Kaeya especially. Your mother had dropped you into the care of Kaeya’s family for a short while before everything went downhill. She was a bit on the neglectful side but she was still your mother and you knew she was alive. On the other hand, Kaeya lost his entire family and nation in a single moment. Whatever pure happiness and bright personality he used to have quickly regressed until he was a shy and quiet kid. You know he blames himself for what happened even if there wasn’t anything he could have done but he’s grown a fear of outsiders so he tends to avoid other children his age. Instead finding comfort in playing with the funny looking abyss mages and slimes that are on the outskirt of Mondstadt. While he doesn’t seem bothered by the weird comments other people make of him, you know deep down he does get hurt, that it makes you so mad that you end up lashing out. 

You end up getting into a few fights as Kaeya patches you up. He scolds you and says that he doesn’t need you to go so far for him is when you make him a promise that you’ll protect him with everything you have. It’s the first moment since everything happened that he seems to gain back that life in his eyes. He blinks at you before he chuckles sheepishly and comments that you can’t even tie your shoes correctly do you stumble a bit. You’re a bit embarrassed at your sudden proclamation but stand determined about it. You both end up making a pinky promise to stay by each other’s side until the very end. 

When you’re both older and in the position of Captain and Teacher in the Favonius Knights is when he seems to be a bit more open. You both end up gaining a reputation of the laid-back Calvary Captain that bother’s the strict but kind Teacher. He’s always waltzing in the middle of you class to tease you before you end up throwing something at him to get him to stop embarrassing you in front of new recruits. You end up getting back at him with your woe is me acting and push all your paper work on him. Since he loves spending so much time in your class, he should know how to do all your paper work right?. Despite all of this, if anyone needs to find Kaeya or you, you’re basically a packaged deal. Always attached to the hip. 

Kaeya knows deep down, at some point he’s going to have to go back to Khaenri’ah and save his people but he’s conflicted. While he knows it’s selfish that he get’s to live a life of freedom, he wants to be selfish. Not just for him but for you as well. You’ve both basically lost everything and now that things are okay, he doesn’t want to give that up. While you both promised to stay together until the end, you’re the only person he has left and he doesn’t want to rope you into his mess or have you worry about him. He’s heard of the blond traveler in black and blue that is searching for the lost prince of an unnamed kingdom, knows that the peaceful life he has right now will come to an end, but he pushes it aside. Besides, there are more important things to attend to. Today might be the day he tells your students about how you fell into a lake because you got scared by a frog. 

Jean

Jean is incredibly dedicated to her role and to her people because she’s genuinely a good person and wants to see people happy. Especially her sister Barbara. She’s a bit awkward and clumsy in her execution but she has a lot of heart. Being her personal knight, you know just how hard she works and you admire her greatly for her ideals and nature. She has such a professional and gentle façe when she’s out in public but as soon as she’s behind closed doors, she’s collapsing into your arms as the world lifts for a short while. You chuckle a bit amused at how different she appears to the outside world, how the ever prime and proper Princess wakes up with a rat’s nest, how her favourite food is pizza, or how she throws these 7 inch heels out the window as soon as a ball is over. 

Due to Jean’s kind-hearted nature, when it comes to more pushy people she can’t seem to say no to. Travelers or citizens that think they can take advantage of the Princess is what makes your blood boil. While she isn’t stupid and knows that people are taking advantage of her, she wants to extend any help she can. Not for her public image but because that’s how she is. While it warms your heart that people like her exist, as her knight you can only let so many things slide. When some shady peddler tries to lead Jean somewhere, you’re already stepping in and smilingly sweetly as you grip the peddler’s hand in a death grip and not so subtlety say that he better have a good excuse for why he wants to drag the Princess away or there might be a problem. 

When Jean is overworking herself and nearing her breaking point is when you step in. You may be her knight but you’re also her friend and you know when it’s time to stop her destructive habits. She might complain and reassure you that she’s fine but you don’t accept that. If she was “fine” her temperature wouldn’t be the same level as a pyro slime and she wouldn’t have such dark circles under her eyes. It’s a simple bend and lift to carry her in your arms that she ends up stuttering before going pink and let’s you carry her to her room. While she’s screaming into her hands, you’re preparing medicine and everything she’ll need to make a full recovery. 

The hardest times for Jean is when her Father constantly pesters her to find a husband. Jean is an independent person and while yes, while being a workaholic isn’t against help, but she doesn’t believe she needs a husband just to make her entitled to rule her kingdom. Besides, Jean is secretly a hopeless romantic. You’re very tight lipped about secretly finding her love story books hidden under her bed unless you want to see her self-combust. You try your best to comfort her but there’s not a lot you can do for her situation other than offer words of reassurance and try and get her mind off things. While you’re patting her on the back she’s looking at you as if you’re the most oblivious person in the world. 

Albedo

Albedo is a renowned alchemist that helps royal families with their problems with the use of his intelligence and abilities in alchemy. Something that only a few people can do throughout Teyvat, you being one of them as well. At first, you had admired Albedo and his abilities and saw him as a bit of a role model for young alchemist. Until you actually met him in person. He’s pretty much an emotionless void of a person that he comes off as extremely unempathetic when he listens to the woes of royals. While you sort of agree, the problems that royal’s commission you for are completely ridiculous and selfish, he doesn’t have a moral compass and if he can benefit from it. He’ll do it, no matter how questionable it may seem. 

Maybe it’s because you have a little sister figure in your life to stir your moral compass but it still get’s you irritated. It’s always a joy to see Klee when you come back home from your travels that whatever bad mood you were in suddenly washes away. But when you knock on Alice’s door only to have it open to reveal Albedo holding Klee in his arms does your world come crashing down. Klee is completely ignorant to your internal screams as she scrabbles out of Albedo’s hands to give you a hug and take your hand in hers as she leads you inside. You can almost feel the inner workings of Albedo’s mind as he stares at you blankly as Klee shows you the new art she drew.  

You both don’t mention or talk about it even when you happen to cross each other’s paths outside or you both end up seeing each other at Alice’s home. It’s a bit funny to you, to the outside world Albedo seems so aloof and untouchable, and yet you’re here watching him get tired from chasing Klee around and trying to stop her destroying her home with her bombs. It almost makes you smug when Klee listens to you better than Albedo, it might seem a bit petty and small but you don’t care. He ends up getting back at you when he ends up one-upping you in front of the royal court. He does a quick scan of the room before his eyes land on you and he shoots you a small smug smile before his face returns to it’s neutral expression. You’re clapping along with everyone with the most strained smile you can muster. 

You manage to find out from Klee that Albedo enjoys drawing that the next time you see him, you ask if you could see him draw something or if he had sketches on hand. You’re fascinated by his drawings, more so than his actual research discoveries, as you look at the tiny details he’s managed to capture. Outside of Klee, no one’s really been interested in his drawings that he can’t help but feel a little flustered when you’re gushing about his work. It’s different from people praising his alchemist efforts, you’re not someone whose staring at him like he’s on a pedestal when you say you like his drawings, and it feels genuine. He offers a small smile and says that if you’d like, he’d love to show you some more sketches. 

You’ve never noticed it until other people bring it up but Albedo seems close to you. Usually once he’s done his business he leaves but if you happen to be around, he sticks around a bit longer just to speak with you. How he seems comfortable to relax in your presence and even leans in closer. How he complies with your requests without any benefit to him. You’re not sure what type of relationship you hold with Albedo. You don’t think you’re friends but you’re definitely closer than acquaintance. If taking care of a a hyper active walking bomb doesn’t bring two people closer than you don’t know what does. But at the end of the day, you find you don’t really care. Not everything needs to be labelled and categorized like things are in alchemy. People don’t seem to understand but you always duck out and escape before you’re questioned further about your personal life. Unbeknownst to you, Albedo is watching you go as he ponders your words. 

Childe

Childe is such a clown. He’s an assassin that doesn’t know the first thing about being subtle and is just in it for the fighting. He’s really just an incredibly egotistical bastard that likes being friendly with his targets, just to see their shocked expressions when it’s him that comes to take their life. He’s actually a pretty down to earth guy. While other assassins in the Fatui either have tragic backstories or some sad pitiful tale, Childe just laughs at them. His family is still alive and he’s never had any true hardships in his life. He’s pretty disliked for this reason but he’s a skilled enough fighter that it somewhat makes up for it. 

Just when Childe’s life is at its peak, is when he slips and falls into the abyss. For the first time, he had to face against a threat and in a situation he has no control over which is completely foreign to him. He barely manages to survive until he’s saved by an unknown figure that goes by the name Skirk. While he’s grateful he’s still alive, facing his mortality for the first time gives him a lot to reflect about. Thus he makes the impulse decision to train under Skirk and grow stronger until he’s able to climb out of the abyss. That’s when he meets you who was travelling with Skirk for the same reasons. Your first interactions with this unknown teen is him challenging you to a fight, just for you to throw him over your shoulder as if he weighed nothing. You expected him to get angry or cry but instead he’s standing right back up and grinning like a psychopath as he asks for another fight. You’re looking at Skirk with the most, are we seriously bringing this child with us? look. 

From then on, it’s been the three of you travelling through the floors of the abyss. Skirk tells you the stories of this place, how it used to be a great nation before corruption cause the citizens to be morphed and transformed into monsters. You and Childe learn how to fight alongside Skirk against these monsters until it ends up becoming a competition between you and Childe on who can kill the most monsters. Skirk is a bit worried that when you both are back into the outside world, if he should be worried about how morbid you both might appear. But while you’re both yelling at each other who actually landed the last kill on the regisvine while the hilichurls are cowering in a corner does he just accept that things aren’t going to change. The world will just have to accept it. If you both actually teamed up, and you have before, he thinks you both would be unstoppable but you’re both too stubborn. 

Despite your rivalry, Childe still has his big brother instincts that whenever you get hurt he’s huffing over you like a mother hen as he scolds you for being so reckless. You’re ignoring the fact that he’s bleeding out while you have minor cuts because you don’t want a crybaby Childe on your hands. Even the harsh conditions of the Abyss, you both find ways to entertain yourself. Childe always challenges you to a fight every second of the day and he always ends up with a sore back when you knock him off his feet. And he always makes the joke that you’re sweeping him off his feet which ends up with him screaming bloody murder as you charge at him. It doesn’t help when he’s still yelling comments behind his shoulder that you might get mistaken for a gorilla when you’re both outside that Skirk has gotten so used to this that he simply ignores the attempted murder going on behind him. 

When you’re both strong enough to climb to the gate of the Abyss, Skirk feels almost like a proud parent. Giving you a head pat and a hard slap to the back for Childe does Skirk wave you both off. You’re trying to mask your tears as Childe grins and promises to see you on the other side, that you’ll definitely meet up in the future no matter what. But when he finally returns to the Fatui, works his way back up to being an assassin, he almost thinks Skirk is laughing at him when he realizes that his first target is you. Not that he’s bothered by it, he'll be happy to see you again and see if he can finally beat you. 

Baizhu

Baizhu is the most suspicious doctor in the history of all doctors. Some citizens aren’t even sure if he’s a qualified doctor but alas, he’s very good at his job and is a lot more tolerable compared to the Alchemist Albedo so that’s how he’s been able to keep his job. He works under the Liyue emperor so even if citizens had issues with him, it’s not like they could do anything in the first place. People aren’t sure whether he’s joking or being honest when he explains what he’s been privately working on behind the scenes. From experiments to rituals, they are taken aback but Baizhu just smiles and says he’s just kidding. Being his assistant, you have to constantly reassure others that Baizhu is a bit of a sadist and likes to get a rise out of people. Besides, why would a doctor be so interested in those type of things? It’s incredibly unnerving but no one questions it. They won’t know what to do in the first place if their suspicious are correct. 

While Baizhu knows how to do his job, he’s always sending you to do the dirty work. From getting medicinal plants up on the very top of mountains or bringing cranky old men their prescriptions, whenever you’re done one task he’s got three more for you. He could at the very least take the trash out while he’s busy doing nothing. At least the job has a few perks. You’ve always had numerous health issues and while Baizhu’s reputation is a bit on thin ice, you wouldn’t trust anyone else to look you over. He’s a bit weird about it, you’re pretty sure Baizhu will never love another person emotionally but when it comes to the science behind a human body, he’s absolutely smitten. He tries to reassure you that he does care for the wellbeing of Liyue but you wave it off at him trying to butter you up before he asks something ridiculous of you. 

You and his snake, Changsheng, do not like each other. You think she’s an annoying and bratty snake that Baizhu needs to throw into a jar to shut up while she thinks you’re a complete nuisance and doesn’t understand why Baizhu keeps you around. Baizhu has tried to get you both to reconcile but it always devolves into a petty argument of back-handed insults until Baizhu has enough and tells you both to quiet down. To be truthful, both of your hatred towards each other stems from two completely different reasons rather than disliking each other’s personality, but you can never bring it up to Baizhu. It’s not a conversation anyone wants to have. 

If he has one positive, it’s his adopted daughter Qiqi who is just an absolute sweetheart. She’s shy and prefers to follow after Baizhu and you like a lost duckling. While Baizhu might be the worst boss in this history of all bosses, it makes you grin smugly internally when Qiqi chooses to stay cuddled in your arms instead of his. Qiqi is 95% the reason why you stay in this job, not that Baizhu would ever let you leave, because you’ve genuinely grown fond of someone for the first time the same way she has for you. You bring her along whenever you need to give prescriptions to citizens just so she isn’t stuck in within the same four walls and the locals love her. From her forgetful nature or how she shy’s behind your legs whenever someone new approach's you both. It’s so cute that people tend to ignore the floating rumours that Baizhu is reanimating his previously deceased family. 

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I have no idea if I’m just uncultured or if “Always and Forever” Au’s are a thing. I hope you all like this 👉👈 it’s kind of messy and all over the place and I lowkey don’t know if I like my brainrot (there’s a lot of issues ik). I kinda want to do a part 2 where I include other characters but let me know if that’s something interesting? Oh and feel free to add to this, I’d love to hear your ideas. 

[nona-piccolo]

Obey Me you say ?? Oh HECK yeah, I’ve been thinking of a bunch of stuff ! Feel free to just respond to ones you enjoy, and I wish I had a preference of the brothers or others but that’s also really just up to you! The gender neutral pronouns are amazing, thank you !!! Now that that is out of the way, on to thoughts and questions!

How do you feel the brothers or others would react to a very blunt and honest MC? Like one that is nice as heck, but will not hesitate to tell you their actual thoughts on things- for example the constant bashing on Mammon or maybe helping Solomon out in the kitchen with friendly suggestions kinda vibe !

How do

Oh I love this one! A part of me thinks that the brothers truly need a blunt MC in their lives, especially with how they treat Mammon and such sometimes LOL Because there is no preference, I decided to only do the brothers for now. But I do feel bad, because my Asmodeus, Beel, and Belphie ones appear to be much shorter… Thank you for the request though, I really hope you enjoy the answer 💗

How the boys react to blunt MC

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor

Reader: gn!reader

Warnings: none :)

Lucifer

I think it’s well known that Lucifer is not the softest guy when it comes to words.

Not only does he say whatever is on his mind, no matter how harsh it may be, but he also doesn’t care at all whose feelings he hurts in doing so. And yet there has never been anyone else to try and voice their opinions fullheartedly towards him.

So when he first begins spending time with you, truly, he was lowkey shocked at how blunt and honest you were.

Especially when it was towards him.

“Lucifer, did you just hang Mammon from the banister… again??” you ask, barging into his office without knocking. He was quite used to this however, and the demon had long since given up trying to scold you for it; it was no use, you would just keep doing it.

It’s not like he minded though. In fact, your presence made his head feel light after the many hours of paperwork he was going at.

“Yes, I did actually. Why do you ask?” he replied, glancing up to see you situated in front of his desk. You had your hands on your hips, obviously looking displeased. For a second, he thought your irritation was directed towards him.

“Why do I ask?” you replied back, no hesitation in your voice. “This is the third time this week. Mammon clearly hasn’t learned to fix his behavior after the first few times, and it’s obvious that hurting him won’t solve a thing!”

Oh… your irritation was directed towards him

Lucifer blinked up at you, his red eyes trying to read your face. No one ever had a problem with him punishing Mammon in the creative ways he could find; in fact, his younger brothers appeared to love watching Mammon suffer.

Apparently… you had not.

“Y/N, I-” Lucifer sighed, hell bent on just straight up telling you that Mammon will never learn.

“No. Stop doing it. He doesn’t deserve that.” You cut him off, the frustration still showing on your face. And before the demon could reply, you had turned around to whisk yourself out of his office. 

The only thing left in the room was him and his thoughts--- and the sound of his pen slipping from his fingers to bounce onto the desk.

Ohhh boy, Lucifer had never had someone stand up to him like that. It wasn’t even like you were trying to be mean, or be the more ‘dominant’ one… you were just saying what was on your mind. And Lucifer wasn’t blind.. He knew how much his other brothers meant to you, so for you to care so much as to voice your opinion to the very avatar of pride himself--- maybe, just maybe, he could give Mammon a break from punishments.

Even though people like to portray Lucifer as someone who is super strict and would want to be around I guess more ‘submissive’ people who would obey him, I think he would certainly not like an MC who allows people to walk all over them. You are the perfect balance between kindness and honesty, making you a trustworthy companion.

And a good ol’ honest comment could never truly hurt Lucifer’s feelings. His skin was as thick as bone, so to finally be around someone who isn’t intimidated to speak their mind around him… it’s almost relieving

I guess you could even say he finds it attractive….

Mammon

Mammon had always enjoyed spending time with you

From the moment he met you, you had always given off a fun and compassionate aura, and so the demon was ecstatic to finally have a partner-in-crime!

Ehhhh… it wasn’t like that though

Although you found humor and joy in going along with his harmless schemes, there were some where you put your foot down without a grain of hesitation.

When you first voiced your opinion on how bad of an idea it was to try and snap a picture of Lucifer when he was sleeping, he instantly thought you were a debby downer with a goody-goody type of attitude. Mammon had groaned out in frustration as if he was a 3-year-old child.

“Oh come on! It’ll be fun! It’s not like Lucifer will even see ya coming,” he responded, pulling out his phone to text Satan and Asmodeus his plans.

You had stared at him after that for a solid minute, your arms crossed and your eyebrows furrowed as if you were thinking. It wouldn’t take a genius to recognize how bad of an idea that was.

“Mammon, you’ll probably be punished again. Respect Lucifer’s privacy please. Besides, I think it’ll be more fun if we watched a movie tonight! What do you say we rewatch the TSL series together?” you had brought up an alternate solution to keep him out of Lucifer’s wrath, hands folded together and eyes wide as you hoped he would agree and listen to you. Mammon was just confused though, looking at you as if you were crazy.

You’d rather watch that series all over again instead of trying to cause trouble for Lucifer??

Ugh… but look at your expecting face… he couldn’t just let you down.

Surprisingly, and begrudgingly though, he had agreed.

And guess who wasn’t thrown from the banister that night?? Mammon.

Your honesty doesn’t just stop there though.

As the family punching bag, Mammon was so used to taking the hits for his stupidity and then moving on. He never fought back. So when you decided to voice out how ridiculous it was that he was being called “stupid” and how ironic it was that Asmodeus was calling Mammon an “attention-seeker” or that Satan was referring to Mammon as an “asshole”, he was whole-heartedly surprised. 

Apparently so were his other brothers.

Everyone just sort of sat there in silence as you shot comments back at them, scolding them for treating Mammon like he was dirt. It wasn’t just one instance either; Every. Single. Time. You told them to knock it off.

And just like that, the harsh insults towards Mammon began to disappear, especially whenever you were around.

The avatar of greed never had anyone to stand up for him in the ways that you had. And he feels his heart swell up with warmth as you berate Lucifer of all people for hanging Mammon upside; the fall causing his sunglasses to slip and break, much to his disappointment.

Mammon made it a goal to always be near you when he voiced his opinion around others; because not only would you acknowledge what he said, but you also made sure the others wouldn’t shoot him down for simply being himself

It was like he could breathe when he was around you. Like every single thing he said wasn’t nitpicked apart and thrown away as a stupid thing. You were different. You told him what was wrong and gave him constructive criticism.

BUT-- that honestly doesn’t protect him from himself

No one is safe from your blunt persona, not even Mammon.

I think this is what he truly needs in his life though; because I believe honesty and bluntness comes from a place of love and comfort. You are blunt because you want Mammon to be the best that he can be, you are blunt because you want to see Mammon succeed, you are blunt because you care about him.

Every honest thing you say about him is to protect him.

So whenever Mammon sneaks into Leviathan’s room at night for a limited edition figurine, or slips down Diavolo’s corridors to try and snatch a vintage portrait that could make him some potential money… he always pauses to think of your reaction to his late night greedy urges. So that when he hesitantly puts down the portrait, he can sleep comfortably knowing that you’d be proud of him.

Leviathan

To be honest… I think it would make him very nervous when he observed that you were an honest person

Even though his brothers are equally as harsh to him-- for example, they don’t hesitate to call him a nerd, or a weeb and otaku-- he doesn’t seem to mind it anyways, since Leviathan has fully absorbed and accepted his otaku persona.

But this situation is a bit different… because even though Leviathan is used to his brothers being honest with him, it’s a whole different thing when Y/N does it.

Someone out of his family circle telling him that he’s a weirdo??

Yikes, he doesn’t think his heart could handle that.

So to cope he’ll at first just stay in his room… far away from you… so he could get to his usual activities.

He is already so used to being locked up in his room away from prying eyes and others’ opinions, so as soon as he takes notice of your blunt tendencies (especially when you had first voiced your thoughts to Lucifer), Leviathan shies away from being close to a normie like you. Besides, he doesn’t even need to leave, right? He has an emergency built stash of food for when he needs to eat, and he could just do school work on his own computer.

He has this whole imaginary field of comfort that he had built up for years and years; a room full of figures and merchandise-- his own personal utopia.

Leviathan doesn’t want you to judge him; he doesn’t want you to think that he’s weird or a loser. His poor introverted otaku heart couldn’t handle it

Clearly, he didn’t understand you at all...

That doesn’t stop you from hanging around him either. You insist he shouldn’t have to wait up all night alone for tickets on Zaramela’s new worldwide tour, and you had dragged Mammon along with you to give Leviathan some company.

He felt cornered, deciding to let you in to stay up late with him. And while Mammon had fallen asleep (much to Levi’s anxiety), he was left to try and entertain you to the best of his ability.

Leviathan hesitantly hopped onto his gaming console, turning on a classic favorite of his. It was simple, it was easy, and he was very familiar with it, especially considering he had played it and completed it over 25 times.

Perhaps his movements will be more shaky and unsure, however. When you sat down to watch him play his video games, he may mess up more often, to his dismay. Your distance to him was decent enough, and you couldn’t help but smile as you watched him begin to get absorbed into the game.

“You know, you’re very good at the game…” you mutter, looking down at his fingers flying across the controller. You wonder for a moment how Leviathan can even stare at the bright screen for so long without any permanent eye damage.

Apparently he took your comment as a sarcastic one, lightly scoffing. “Okay I get it… we can do something else… like uhh..” his eyes flitted down to a random CD he had discarded on his floor a while ago. “We could watch The Girl Whose Grandparents Travelled Back in Time to Tell Her She Was a Princess,” he casually brought up airily; already in the process of turning off his video game. He reached over to grab the CD, realizing too late that this was one of the animes he didn’t really like...

You were a bit confused at the offer though. “Um no thanks. It’s a total rip off of The Girl Whose Parents Time Travelled To the Past to Tell Her She Was a Princess.” Your response was automatic, looking at the CD as if you were bored.

Leviathan paused. “What?! Y-You noticed that too??” he questioned, tossing the CD back onto the ground where it originally was. “Finally someone who understands!! The heroine was almost a complete carbon copy, I can’t believe the studio got away with that!”

You nodded your head, a serious expression on your face. “What a let down. Besides, the original had a better soundtrack 100%.”

Leviathan almost jumped on you with excitement.

Apparently not even Leviathan knew how harsh of a critic he himself was. All that harsh judgement he does on animes and video games… Perhaps you being just as blunt would be new to him. You were somehow both one in the same.

All in all, Leviathan didn’t understand how much of a blessing having an honest person in his life could be. Especially as someone who doesn’t judge; your honesty never crossed the line into personal territory. 

Instead, you gave him an opportunity to gain feedback on animes that you two binge watch together

And for the first time in forever, Leviathan felt like he had someone to indulge in.

Satan

He really really enjoys this

Satan pegs me as the type of guy that would find humor in hearing your honest opinions--- and you notice that whenever you speak your mind towards Lucifer, you can briefly hear a quiet chuckle escaping Satan’s lips.

Of course, as mature as Satan is, it’s not that he actually finds what you say humorous; he just never thought he’d see the day where some mortal human would stand up to a group of demons as intimidating as they could be.

You remind him of himself in some ways… both of you unafraid to speak your minds and both of you able to stand up for what you truly believe in.

And because of this, he registers the fact that instead of going to Solomon or Asmodeus for opinions on his books or feedback for his many essays, he goes to you.

Especially when Satan needs proper and honest feedback from someone who wouldn’t sugarcoat it. And unlike Leviathan, Satan relishes in some proper assessments.

Satan feels more drawn to you than the rest of his brothers, coming up to you for some of his more diabolical actions--- like the many pranks he kept under his sleeve for Lucifer

“Do you think Lucifer will see this one coming?” he asked you casually, sliding you a piece of paper containing a scribbled down--- yet well thought-out and detailed scheme to cause trouble yet again.

You quirk up an eyebrow, glancing away from your phone and down towards the sheet of paper. With a small sigh, you decided to give in and at least entertain the idea. He just didn’t give up, huh?

“Hmmm… didn’t you try a plan like this similar to before?” you replied, eyes raking through the pencil marks.

“Have I?” he mumbled, leaning in to feign involvement. “Yes,” you answered, dropping the paper and acting like you didn’t need to see any more.

“And it didn’t work that time. I don’t think it’ll work this time either Satan. Sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry,” he grinned.

It’s not like it was just Satan who enjoyed your presence; you would grow increasingly more and more comfortable about voicing your opinions around him. There’s only one thing better than a straightforward honest person--- and that is someone who can actually appreciate the honesty

After you recognized that Satan truly does not get bothered by whatever is on the tip of your tongue, things only got better.

I can imagine late nights where you and Satan would stay up until your eyelids became like lead and you couldn’t continue without sleep. Those nights were filled with honesty and intelligence. He thought you had a beautiful mind. He wanted to hear every opinion that popped up in your head

Asmodeus

Hmmm… Asmodeus is a bit trickier. 

As an outward and bubbly extrovert, Asmodeus was bound to hear all types of opinions from all types of different people. And judging by his insane amount of confidence, he doesn’t let any of that negative energy affect him (He says it’s bad for his skin).

It’s not like you’d say anything mean to him to begin with, especially purposefully--- but I feel everyone takes criticism differently, and some take it to heart more than others

Considering you don’t fall for Asmodeus’s mind-controlling charm, your honest and blunt nature just adds the cherry to the cake on what kind of person you are. This just makes you more natural and pleasant to be around.

So instead, he makes his use of it, making sure to drag you along with every one of his shopping sprees around town.

You wouldn’t suck up to him, or brush off his hyper enthusiasm by simply saying ‘yes’ to everything--- much like his brothers do to him

“Y/N, Y/N, do you think this color will look good on me??” Asmodeus excitedly asks, holding up a beige scarf to his neck. Both of you couldn’t care less about the wandering eyes that followed trailed towards the loud demon of lust. “I think this color looks good on me, but definitely not with the outfit I’m wearing currently.”

You smile at his animated gestures, nodding your head in agreement. 

“I do think the color suits you, but didn’t you get a beige outfit a week ago? Maybe a cream color will look better,” you mention, shifting through the scarves on the rack.

Asmodeus pauses to pose in the mirror that was conveniently placed on the store wall. “You could be right~ I heard cream is more in style right now anyways. Thank you darling 💗.” 

Beelzebub

Beelzebub doesn’t even notice you’re more blunt and honest; like, he doesn’t isolate that as your special quality

Instead, he just thinks that that is how you were as a person.

Honestly, it’s quite cute.

Whenever he eats off of the plates of others, or realizes that he just vacuumed down the cookies that you were supposed to deliver to Luke, you don’t hesitate to voice your disapproval. 

“Beel, please don’t eat other people’s food. It’s not nice,” you reprimand gently, noticing that no other brother on the table was going to say anything to reprimand him.

He quietly gulps down the rest of the food that he had finished chewing in time. “Oh… sorry,” Beel mumbled, wiping the remaining crumbs of the cookies that he knew you worked on for Luke.

He didn’t even realize he reached over to take the food.. One moment his stomach grumbled hungrily, and then the next moment he smelled the cookies you had spent all morning baking.

Whenever he ate his brothers’ food, they would always sigh and complain to Lucifer about it---which in turn caused Lucifer to tell them to just grab some more.

He really really didn’t mean it…

You sighed quietly, grabbing a napkin off of the table to aid in ridding the crumbs all over his shirt. “It’s okay Beel. Try not to do it again, kay?” It looks like you needed to throw together another batch of cookies in order to get them delivered to Luke before it got too late.

You glanced behind you, watching as Beel followed you to the kitchen again. The redhead noticed your questioning glance, and he only grinned in reply.

“I’m going to help you make more. It’s the least I can do…” he said.

The gesture must have made you happy, because he could see you return the grin instantly.

Beelzebub also happens to be lowkey blunt in his own way, because while he may hold back in speaking a lot of the time, much of what he does say (besides things food-related) is actually quite honest. He isn’t afraid to tell people what he thinks about them, but on a much lower scale than you.

I think this mixture of two similar people is wonderful--- 

Remember how I said some people take honesty and criticism to heart more than others?? Well… Beel takes to heart what you say and attempts to fix anything he can within his power.

Belphegor

Ha ha ha… ahhh Belphegor. Okay correct me if I’m wrong, but he’d totally be the type to purposefully do things that would make you snap at him or cause you to be more blunt.

He always knew you were kind-- I mean, you were the one to help get him out of the miserable attic. You were also the one willing to deal with Mammon, so… ya know.

But his level of respect for you rose when the demon took note that you were no welcome mat. 

No one could step all over you, and for a human, that was damn impressive to him.

For example, the first time he had fallen asleep in a weird position in front of you was when you, Beel, and Belphie decided it would be fun to bake some muffins for everyone. He was assigned the role of mixing together the mix and well… he fell asleep.

While standing…

You quickly snapped him out of it, voicing your opinion on how it was not the time to be sleeping--- especially if these muffins were to be done before dinner

He liked getting your attention in that way though

Belphegor was another demon with thick skin, and yet another demon who also happens to be blunt and honest (probably one the most in the family)

“You look like shit,” he mumbled into his pillow, watching you trudge into the room tiredly. You had dark under eye circles, probably due to the lack of sleep you had within the past two days, and your hair was unkempt. The strands thrown about your head like a cyclone just hit you. Belphegor had heard that you were taking extra magic lessons with Satan and Solomon, and he only assumed this was a result.

You grunted, flopping down onto the bed right next to him.

“Well, you don’t look too good yourself. But I guess that’s what 10 hours of sleep will do to you,” you bit back, the words were a bit slurred and muffled due to your face plant on the bed.

He chuckled lightly, scooching over to toss his blanket over you.

Belphegor would ask about your little magic experience later on; the loads of opinions you probably had would make due for an interesting listen.

[little-butterfly-writes]

Wednesday

Yoosung Kim X Reader [y/n]

Author’s Note - Sorry this took so long! I also apologize if the ending seems rushed or if Yoosung is OOC. Thank you to the lovely @latte-delf for requesting this, it was an honor to write for you. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings - There’s a brief mention of a panic attack and slight bullying! I’ve tagged where it starts and ends if you’re uncomfortable with that. Lots of time skipping cuz I can’t fucking write. This is unedited, please tell me if there is any mistakes.

I hate him.

I hate him so much!

He stole the position of class president from you three years ago.

Yoosung Kim. He stole my position by two votes. Two. Votes. I was always class president before that! Yet he took it from me. My classmates even had the audacity to say he was a better president when it was time to vote for a new one! Sure, Yoosung was intelligent and popular, but he only won because the girls found him handsome.

And of course, he just (HAS) to go to the same university as you do. Sky University was supposed to be a place free of Yoosung Kim. At least he hasn’t seemed too interested in studies this year. He has failed almost every pop quiz your professor has handed out. Whenever you see his down face, you can’t help but giggle a bit.

I dislike how he’s majoring in the same thing as me still. It feels like he’s saying he can do better. Though his grades haven’t been showing that. He must realize that I’m superior than he ever will be.

~~~~~~~~~~

On Wednesday during your last lecture, you diligently take notes and listen to your professor. You make sure to absorb every bit of information that you can. During the last twenty minutes, your professor makes an announcement. 

“Students, I will be assigning a project due at the end of the month. You will have to find out the evolution of the animal as well as their behaviors. Please include any infectious diseases that they can carry. I will be giving you partners to make the workload easy.” You shrug your shoulders, can’t be too bad.

You wait until your name is called, which takes awhile since your name is lower on the list. You pray to whatever god is out there to not get Yoosung as your partner. 

Apparently, the gods refused to listen to your plea. Your professor calls your name out, “[y/n] [l/n] and Yoosung Kim...you two will have the koala.” A loud groan escapes your mouth at the name.

“ Class is dismissed. Have a good day.” You quickly pack up and speed walk out the lecture hall. Yoosung rushes up to you and taps your shoulder.

“Hey! Wanna exchange numbers so we can find time to work on the project?” The blonde smiles at you. You roll your eyes. “No. I’m going to do it on my own. You can play your stupid little game.” He frowns at your snappy words.

“Are you sure? I’d feel bad if you took all the work by yourself. We also have some tests coming up, so it’ll be a lot to take care of.” The genuine worry in his voice ticks you off. You write down your number on a loose piece of paper and shove it into his chest. Yoosung struggles to keep it off the ground as you walk away.  The walk to your dorm is full of your mumbled curses.

~~~~~~~~~

A chill on Saturday morning wakes you up. You grumble as you check your phone, seeing a text notification from Yoosung. He delivered it at 3:45 am. He’ll be an especially lousy partner today. The previous day, Yoosung invited you to his dorm so that you could work on the project together, to which you begrudgingly agreed. 

You arrive at his dorm within a five minute walk. Your notes and laptop are nestled in your backpack. After a quick rap on the door, Yoosung answers. His hair is mussed and his eyes look droopy. You scoff and push your way inside. Surprisingly, his place is a lot neater than you expected.

“So, should we make a slide and divide the work.” He asks. “I’ll do it on my own, go find something else you can do.” You jab. Yoosung lets out a frustrated sigh and speaks up. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on, but it’d be a lot easier if we shared the load. Plus, this is my grade as much as it is yours.” You grumble an ‘okay’ and split up topics to focus on. Both of you take turns borrowing your notes and his textbook. 

Around two hours after starting, you and Yoosung decide that you worked enough for the day. He offers to get takeout, to which you agree to. You’re a broke college student, how could you refuse? You sit on the floor with your back against the couch, too brain fried to think. Yoosung plomps on the small couch he has and lets out a groan.

“Want to watch Bulu or something on my laptop?” He offers. You nod your head. Yoosung opens his laptop and signs in to his streaming service. You decide to watch ‘The Workspace’ as you wait for your food. 

Your food arrives. Both of you continue to watch your show. Cheap pizza has never tasted this good. Maybe you’re just so hungry and tired to the point where you don’t even care. “Sorry if it isn’t too good. It was the only place I could find on FoodHub.” He apologizes softly. “It’s okay, I’m too hungry to care anymore.” You earn a chuckle from him. There’s an odd silence after that.

“Uhm…. hey, [y/n]?” He speaks shyly. “What?” You say in a cranky voice, irritated about being disturbed from your slice. Yoosung struggles for a minute before speaking for a minute. “Did I do something to offend you? You seem like you have something against me...”  You stiffen. (TW) Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach. You honestly never expected this to happen.

A can of worms open up. Your breathing slowly becomes ragged. Averting your gaze doesn’t help, you know his amethyst ones are on you. A wave of panic crosses you. You stammer something incoherent to him. “A-are you okay? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to..” He hurriedly apologizes. You grasp tightly at his wrist, wanting to ground yourself to something. Yoosung’s pulse is a bit fast, yet it helps you regain focus. He awkwardly places a hand on yours. “He….hey, It’s okay.” For once, his voice is actually reassuring. 

“Back in highschool..” You murmur. “You won student president even though I had been the president the years prior.” He looked shocked, eyes wide and lips a bit parted. “I remember. You worked really hard on that campaign.” Yoosung gives you a lopsided smile. “Since I didn’t win, people who I reported causing issues started to bully and harass me. Even some people who I used a slightly harsh tone with mocked me.” Your eyes started to sting. “Oh [y/n]...”

“The worst part of all, my parents were upset that I didn’t get the role again. They scolded me for not doing good enough.” (TW End) Yoosung can only pat your back. You don’t know what to think about it. He seems to think that as well, seeing as his hand jumps off you like he was scalded. “I uh… think I should go now. I’ll Lendmo you money for the food…..See ya.” You pack as quickly as possible and run out as fast as you can until you’re out of breath. A block away from Yoosung’s dorms, you stop to take a break. Warmth sets fire to your face when thinking back to being with him. Maybe it’s because you’re embarrassed? Maybe you’re just winded from running. 

There is NO. WAY. your face feels hot because of Yoosung’s comforting presence. There can’t be, it's impossible. You slap your cheeks in an attempt to compose yourself. It doesn’t work.

~~~~~~~~~

Its been a week since you’ve talked to Yoosung. He tries to talk to you, but you always scurry away when he gets too close. He’s even tried texting and throwing notes at you in class which the two of you got in trouble for. It’s only on a Wednesday that he finally catches you in the hall before you run off. The grip of his hand on your wrist is firm, but not to the point of pain.

Yoosung sighs and looks at you. You turn your head away slightly to avoid his burning gaze. “Please don’t be mad…” You hear him suck in a breath. “Mad? Why would you think I’m mad?” Your bottom lip trembles. “For avoiding you..” Yoosung releases your wrist and pats your head. “I’m not mad, I’m worried.” His hand slides down to your shoulder. “I know this won’t really help, but I’m sorry for what happened to you. You’ve been holding this feeling of hate because of some stupid people.” You giggle at his insult to your past peers.

But why do your cheeks feel blazing again? Why are there little butterflies in your stomach? There’s a slight squeeze on your shoulder before he retracts his hand. You wish it was still there so badly, that spot feels cold now. “How about going to my place? We can relax for a bit then work on the project.” He offers. You nod, maybe a little too eagerly as you hear him laugh. Why does he look so cute when he smiles?

You take the bus to his place, the campus being a bit far from his dorms. You immediately collapse on his couch and place an arm over your eyes. The groan that comes from your lips is loud and dramatic. Yoosung laughs loudly, oddly comforting you. He sits by your legs, looking rigid. “So uhm...do you still hate me?” You look him dead in the eye. “Only if you’ll teach me how to play that stupid game of yours.” You smirk. “LOLOL isn’t stupid!” He whines. You start laughing. The scowl on his features make Yoosung look like a puppy who hasn’t gotten a treat. You laugh harder.

Yoosung rolls his eyes. “Fine. I guess I’ll teach you.” You wipe away the tears from your laughing fit and sit up happily. He retrieves his laptop and starts up LOLOL. You notice that the both of you are inching towards each other. “I’ll make your own account just in case you want to play again.” “You mean so I won’t mess up your save file?” Yoosung flounders as you let out a hearty chuckle. You put your email and username in. “ShootingStar_[y/n}? I like it!” He guides you as you create an avatar looking similar to you. You decide to be a mage. During your tutorial levels, you have a hard time navigating with the mouse. He places his right hand on top of your hand on the mouse. Your heart beats erratically while his hand is on yours. There’s a slight blush creeping up on his face as well.

By the time you finish, it’s nearly evening. You take out your laptop while Yoosung logs out and goes into the presentation. You guys spend six hours working, editing each other's slides and practicing presenting. It’s around 12am when you two are content with your work. Yoosung orders some sandwiches from a 24 hour restaurant. 

You decide to stay over since its late. Yoosung lets you sleep on his bed while he takes the couch. His bed is like sleeping on a cloud, so soft and warm. You let yourself drift off peacefully.

~~~~~~~~~

On a Wednesday, you and Yoosung have to present your project in front of the class. His face looks pale, his hands are shaky. “Hey, you okay?” You pat his back. He gulps and nods. “Just a little nervous. It's been awhile since I’ve given your last presentation.” It's your turn to pat his head. His face immediately goes a bright shade of pink.”Wh-what was that for?!” “You did that to me last time I was sad. Besides, I think you’re just mad because you know I’m going to beat you in LOLOL tonight.”  He quickly pouts. “I shouldn’t have shown you PVP mode!”

Your presentation goes well. As you leave your class, your professor hands you a rubric. “Nice work, guys.” He gives you a smile. Yoosung meets you out in the hallway. You both peer at the paper. There’s a huge ‘A’ on the top of your paper. Yoosung looks at you with wide eyes. “Oh my god… I can’t believe we did it!” You jump up and down in exuberance. Yoosung hugs you tight. You can’t deny that you have feelings for him anymore. You kiss his soft lips.

~~~~~~~~~

On a Wednesday, you chase him down the hall.

“Get back here!” You yell. “Make me!” This childish man. You continue your chase until you’re outside on campus. He suddenly stops dead in his tracks. The shock of him giving up so quickly nearly makes you trip. You would’ve become a pancake on the pavement.

“Yoosung Kim, I hate you so much!”

He chuckles warmly. “I love you too”

Yoosung presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’ll buy you another sweet bun for you. Forgive me?”

“Fine, I guess I forgive you….I love you too..”

You press a kiss to his cheek, relishing in the warmth of the sun shining above you.

[katsukis-sad-angel]

Based on a True Story

Summary: there's this boy who makes you super uncomfy and doesnt take a hit, but you're to sweet to tell him to back off. Katsuki Bakugou, the more blunt end of the friendship, is happy to tell him off and free you from that sorry bastard.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Warnings: possible tw, a lot of swearing and some pretty colorful insults, there are guys that are really fucking creepy, based on the actual events of February 7th, 2021 at around 10:30 pm

A/N: this was very very rushed, I just wanted to write myself some comfort real quick and go to bed last night and I didn't have time to properly edit! I'm really proud of some of the banter lmao, please enjoy and never be afraid to punt a ballsack! I'll add tags later🙄🙄🙄

A message popped up on your screen and your once neutral expression went sour. Slamming the face of your phone onto your pillow, you groaned angrily into your bedspread, catching the attention of a certain ash blonde sitting in your comfy desk chair a few feet away. Katsuki Bakugou, one of your best friends, gave a questioning glance but refused to meet his ember gaze

“What’s your deal?” He asked, not letting his genuine curiosity as to why there was such a pained look on your face, show.

You opened your mouth but paused.

Katsuki already knew about this boy and scolded you every time he saw his name pop up in your notifications, telling you to ‘fucking block him already’ for the umpteenth time. It wasn’t like you had feelings for the guy anymore, you were just too nice and polite to cut him off completely and tell him to go fuck himself.

The ash-blonde had already volunteered to do it for you, but you always said no because you knew he’d just find another way to contact you.

“It’s that piss baby again isn’t it?” 

“Yeah…”

“Wow, did you just agree with one of my insults?”

“Suki, I’m about to take you up on your offer to tell him to go fuck himself.”

He snickered, “Now you’re talking sense. What the hell is that pansy bitching about now?”

You sigh and roll over on your back and Katsuki moves to sit on the edge of your bed.

“I cut him off for a while, I really did! It felt so good to be free of him, but then he got my number again and started bothering me a few days ago. I saw him at school yesterday and told him I wasn’t interested in dating at all and he was like whatever so I honestly thought he could keep it in his pants and we could just be friends but nooo! He calls me a simp for anime guys, I tell him to stop being a hypocrite because he used to simp for me and he was like “I still do. You’re the only one” yeah like I’m stupid enough to actually believe that!”

You paused to catch your breath, but before you could start speaking again Katsuki interjected, “Well, you are stupid…”

You socked him in the bicep and he hunched over laughing. You looked so fucking adorable when you got royally pissed at him.

“Oh go to hell.” You snapped, crossing your arms and continuing, “Anyway, this guy used to simp for my goddamn sister! Not only do I reject being a replacement for her, but if she rejected his sorry ass, that means he’s a huge piece of shit because she’s super picky.”

“I might’ve mentioned that once or twice-”

You punched him again to shut him up. “Plus he’s super creepy and gross and it always feels like he’s undressing me with his eyes and whenever he’s around I want to dive into a pool full of only chlorine and drink it. I’m just trying to coexist and just be nice to him but apparently, a female looking in his general direction means that they want dicked down by his micropenis. He’s so fucking dense too. Why can’t he see that I’m not interested, especially after I EXPLICITLY told him that?!”

By that point, you were on the verge of frustrated tears, bottom lip trembling just slightly with bottled up emotion.

Katsuki could see it.

You felt trapped in something you never signed up for and you’d do anything to get out. All of this frustration had been stored inside of you for so long and it just kept mounting and multiplying until you burst into tears.

“Goddammit, come here dumbass,” He growled, gathering you into a warm embrace, “You can’t keep all this bs inside okay?”

He let you sob into his shoulder, one calloused hand supporting the base of your neck and the other crossed firmly over your back so you’d feel safe and secure; away from the world full of horrible people and into a small one of just your best friend’s warmth and the sweet sweet scent of caramel.

“Why don’t you listen to me? You’re just too fucking nice to every shitty dickhead that sees you as an easy, fuckable target. Something really fucking bad is gonna happen to you if you don’t shape up and learn how to punt a dude’s excuse for a ballsack and tell him what you really think.”

You raised your head from the solace of his shoulder to look at him with big, reproachful doe eyes and whimpered, “I tried that!”

“Have you tried punting their fucking balls first?”

“No… that would hurt.”

“That’s the point.”

“But if I did it without reason I could get suspended or charged with aggravated assault!”

It was Katsuki’s turn to sigh.

“That’s not the point dumbass, the point is that you need to tell these bastards off when they start getting creepy. You know what? Why don’t you just fucking ignore their sorry asses in the first place!”

You sniffle and drag a hand over your cheek to dry your tears, then resume your position with your face in the crook of your best friend’s neck.

“I feel bad for them.”

“Well stop. I’m gonna call him now alright? After that, we’ll block his stupid ass on every fucking app, you hear me?”

You nod and hug him tighter as he leans forward to grab your phone and opens it with your passcode, swiftly finding his name in your contact list and pressing the call icon, then he tapped the speaker button and waited.

The call was picked up almost immediately and a voice on the other line said, “Hey cutie! I was just about to call and ask to see if you wanted to come over on-”

“She’s not here.” Katsuki cut him off with a dry snarl, “And last time I checked she wasn’t interested enough in your sorry ass for you to be calling her ‘cutie.’” 

You could almost hear his lip curl in utter disgust.

“Who the fuck are you?” The voice asked, dropping its sickeningly sweet tone to something more appropriate in light of the previous insult.

“I’m her fucking boyfriend you dickwad-” You popped up from your haven in surprise, mouth open to sputter in protest but he put a finger to your lips and smirked, “who the fuck are you?”

“No fucking way that whore has a boyfriend-”

“Ex-fucking-scuse me? Shut your mouth, you mother fucking pussy, insult her one more time and I’ll fuck you up so bad you won’t be recognizable by the time you get to the hospital.” He snapped back, “She’s crying right now because you’re too dense to realize she doesn’t want any business with some horse-faced piss baby like you. Take the hint right fucking now you useless bastard so you don’t make the mistake of coming near her again because I. Will. Kill. You. Delete this number because she’s too sweet to block you herself, but I will.”

“Fuck man, I was just tryna get laid. She’s the one who started rubbing herself all over me-”

“I said delete this number. Damn, you are a dense piece of shit aren’t you?”

“Hey, I-”

Katsuki pressed ‘end call’ and blocked his contact, moving from Instagram to Snapchat, to any social app you had, and blocked him left and right until he was satisfied.

“Feel better?” He asked softly, tossing your phone aside and peeling you off.

You carded a shaky hand through your hair and wiped your eyes, giving him a watery smile and a nod.

“Why did you tell him that we were in a relationship?” You asked, voice on the edge of a taunt.

“To make him mad.”

“I mean, it worked, but is that the only reason?” You giggled.

“The hell are you insinuating?”

“Do you… possibly by chance… have feelings for me?”

You batted your eyes at him and he retched, but the smirk was still present on his handsome features.

“What’s it to you?”

You squirm a bit, but something pops into your head so you can stall a bit longer.

“I mean, you’re not THAT ugly-”

He responded with a simple, harsh flick to the forehead to make you whine and try to whack him, but he easily intercepted your fist and pushed you on your back, caging you in nothing short of a horizontal kabedon.

It was your turn to smirk, “Yenno ‘Suki, I could very easily… oh what was your phrasing? ‘Punt your fucking balls’ in this position…”

“Just shut up and tell me what the hell you want.” Katsuki snapped.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered.” You prod.

“You look like a pissed hamster when you’re mad.” He shot back.

“You smell like a fucking candy store after training.”

“You’re the dictionary definition of a dumbass.”

“You have a better hourglass figure than Yaomomo.”

“You're quickly becoming an extra.”

“Date me.”

“Fine.”

“Wait really?”

“It’s the only way I can kiss you, protect you, and keep you all to myself.” He shrugged, leaning in dangerously close, “You don’t fucking understand how hard it is to watch you prancing around with one failed abortion after another and watching you cry because they leave since you don’t want the one thing they’re after.”

“You’ve always been there for me ‘Suki… I guess I just took you for granted, and I’m really sorry.” You met his soft vermillion gaze with a meaningful and apologetic one and reached out to squeeze his hand.

“‘S okay. You’re mine now, right?”

You nod, smiling. 

“So it doesn’t matter how dense you are anymore.” He smirked, laying down on your bed and dragging you down with him so you were tucked comfortably under his chin.

You grabbed the remote and flicked on the tv, preparing to turn on an anime you had in mind.

“What romance garbage are you inflicting on me this time?” Your new boyfriend groaned, burying his face in your hair.

“One that’s super sappy and romantic and sad just to piss you off.” You pouted, clicking on each letter to form the desired word in the search bar.

“Have fun with that.” Katsuki snarked, beginning to move away, but you stopped him by deftly pressing your lips to his.

You slowly pulled away, blushing furiously, but happy to feel strong forearms snaking around your front and crossing over your stomach.

“I certainly will.” You respond.

[chasingforeverandaday]

Oooh. Could you do general #7 in the prompt list for gendrya please? I also love 9/12 from the fluff list too , if you’re in a giving mood. 🤗

Here is #7, and the other two will hopefully be following along in the next couple of days. 

Prompt: "Is that blood?" “Yes, but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is–“ “You are literally bleeding.”

Lying on her ratty couch at half past one, Arya was pretty sure this was going to be another one of those nights where sleep would be completely out of her reach despite (or maybe because of) the fact that the loud chaos known as Lyanna was gone for the weekend, and she had their apartment to herself. There had been a rash of burglaries in their neighborhood over the last few weeks, and even though the girls lived in one of the safest buildings in Storm’s End, there was still something unsettling about being by herself, especially when she couldn’t hear anyone else breathing, or even just existing somewhere else in the apartment.

Not that Arya couldn’t take care of herself. She may have been annoyingly tiny, but gods help anyone who tried to get all up in her face. There was a reason her father had agreed to let her start learning to fight from a young age, and it wasn’t at all due to a lack of enthusiasm. Still, she was completely alone, with not even Nymeria’s comforting presence to set her nerves at ease.

So here she was, tensely watching Great British Bake Off with the sound on low, a cup of coffee in front of her, and the baseball bat she stole from Robb within reach. And yes, rationally Arya knew she shouldn’t be worried, that there wasn’t much of a chance of anyone actually trying to break in.

Halfway through the fourth episode of her impromptu marathon, the sound of something metal scraping at her door echoed through the room. Eyes wide, she silently got up off of the couch and grabbed the wooden bat, hefting it over her shoulder with both hands. Creeping over to the door, she stood there, weapon raised, for the idiot about to try and rob her.

But as the seconds ticked by, she realized she could make out a very distinct, very familiar grumbling voice cursing out the doorknob. All the air she’d been holding in came out in a whoosh as she let the bat drop to the floor. Taking a step back, Arya folded her arms to wait for the idiot she liked to call her best friend to finally figure out how to open up her door.

When eventually the last lock clicked free, she did her best to put on an entirely unimpressed expression, but already the picture of a drunken Gendry stumbling his way up to her door in the middle of the night threatened to overpower her serious frown with giggles.

Lips twitching as he came through the door with his head down, she opened her mouth to start jokingly scolding him for interrupting her beauty sleep when Gendry looked up and her and she froze instantly.

“Is that blood?” It definitely was, there was no other earthly reason for him to suddenly have red oozing out of the skin by his hairline. She stepped closer, not even really thinking about her actions as she reached up to move his hair out of the way, only jerking back when her touch made him wince.

Hands out in an insulting attempt at placation, Gendry tried to tell her it was nothing despite the soaked through, bright red gauze still clenched in one fist. “Yes, but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is–”

“You are literally bleeding all over yourself right now Gendry, honestly, whatever it is can wait.” Rolling her eyes at his ridiculousness, she dragged him farther into her apartment by the shirt, leading him to the area that made up her little kitchen. Gesturing for him to sit at the table, she headed to the bathroom and grabbed the hefty first aid kit her aunt had gifted to her upon her decision to study so far from home.

Returning to find him still standing by her table, Arya forcefully pushed at his shoulders to make him sit. Once he was finally at a height where she could reach the wound on his forehead still dripping blood, she began to dab at it gently with disinfectant. After hearing his sharp hiss upon contact, she tilted his chin up so she could look him in the eye.

“Now what was so important that you had to scare the shit out of me in the middle of the night, while you’re making an utter mess of yourself no less?”

Gendry gave her the sheepish, heart melting smile he had when he was feeling embarrassed, and moved to run a hand through his hair, pausing just before actually doing so when he apparently remembered that might hurt a bit.“Um, well–”

“Actually no, first tell me what the fuck happened to you? Because normally you’re the one cleaning me up after a fight.” Such circumstances did seem to occur with regularity, though she’d deny it every time Gendry told her that she went looking for trouble.

He was practically squirming in the chair, completely unwilling to look her in the eye as he demurred, “It’s really not a big deal.”

“Gendry.” She stopped cleaning his face for a moment, choosing to simply stare at him until he gave her an answer. “What happened?”

[starrysupercell]

Heavily based off of @aroacenita's headcanon post, about Belle and Byron's sibling status and background. In honor of the Gold Arm Gang Season starting today, and Belle's debut.

Warning: slightly heavier than what I've written before. But not much detail, just implications really.

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"If you don't shape up, young lady, what future will you even have?" A male voice scolded.

"Anything I want, I guess." She said, off handedly.

"Oh, why can't you behave more like your brother?" That was their mother, she sounded so distraught. "Why can't you be well-mannered like he is?

A scoff, "Oh that'd be perfect, wouldn't it? A flawless replica of you."

"What's with you and thinking we're just controlling you-?"

"Because that's exactly what you're doing!" She exclaimed, "Why do you think I don't want to dress up, and go out to social gatherings and 'leave a nice impression for the gentlemen?'" She air-quoted. "You've always dragged me along, and I'm sick of it!"

"Now don't be ridiculous, Belle." Their mother said. "When you were little, you loved dressing up and coming along with me to places."

"You forced me when I was little, and you're still trying to now! And now you're forcing him too! Do you honestly believe this is okay!?"

"We aren't forcing anything on you two. Studying is a must. You're only being dramatic, Belle."

"This more than just the damned studying! I'm talking about everything! I'm not stupid. I know your tricks--!"

Byron heard a smack, and he flinched where he stood outside the closed door, eavesdropping.

"You watch how you talk to your mother." Came the stern, simple command.

There was a stunned silence, and then hurried steps to the door. Byron ducked away further down the hall out of sight.

Belle passed by, a hand on her cheek. Her long black hair trailed behind her as she hurried away, and stomped up the stairs to retreat to her room.

"God, what are we going to do with her?" Byron overheard. "I have no clue.... she's beyond all reason."

"...Do you think that school will be able to handle her? What an embarrassment it's be if she's expelled from there...."

"...." The younger kid frowned, unsure of what to make of what he was hearing, and then slunk away.

_________

The tears shed were anger more than anything. Humiliation and outrage made her bury her face in the pillow she hugged now.

She could just hear their criticism. 'How unbecoming. Dry your face. You look highly unpresentable.'

They've been trying to mold them into perfect cookie cutter shapes since they were little. She hated it, and fought it because that wasn't her.

But sometimes... she miserably wracked her brain over what else she could pursue. She's been corralled into this lifestyle against her will, Maybe... her parents were right..? She should just... accept it?

She would just conform to this sense of defeat.

There was a knock on the door.

"Leave!" She barked, not caring if it was a serviceman, definitely either of her parents, or...

"It's me." Byron.

She paused. "What do you want?"

"May I enter?"

She sat up, annoyed. "For what? Go away, you brat."

"I brought chips."

"...." Belle wiped her face, and compromised to herself that if Byron even mentioned her red eyes, he was being kicked out. She stood, and walked over to the door. He was leaning against it, and stumbled at the sudden entrance, but quickly fixed himself.

'Nosy,' she thought, and snatched the bag he offered. "You sneak," she commented, looking over the bag. "They don't allow junk food like this."

"It's great for bribery." He smiled, walking past Belle. Case in point.

Belle opened the bag, and grabbed a handful. She smirked and rose her voice into the 'proper speak' she was taught. "Oh! Preposterous! How greasy! This will smear the walls and fatten one up in a mere hour!" She snickered and bit into the chips, making some crumble and fall onto the carpeted floor.

Byron thought the mess itself was quite distasteful, but decided that it was well deserved. Besides... that did sound like their mother. He also laughed along.

---

She hated her hair. It was waist length, got in the way, tangled easy, and when it was loose, windy days were the worst.

Like right now. She couldn't even sit on the roof without it going wild.

'But proper women have long hair.' Oh, whatever. Proper women have it shitty then.

Belle sighed. There was around a month left before she'd be shipped off like the porcelain doll they wanted her to be. A month until her 18th birthday. A month until...

"Are you going to jump?" She heard. She looked up with irritation to the balcony outside of Byron's room, where he stood.

"No, dumbass." She told him.

Byron's look of concern turned to a very offended one. "Mom says cursing isn't becom..."

"Mom says cursing isn't becoming," she interrupted him to mock. "Yeah, I know. I've heard it before, you wuss." She looked back out to their vast yard, hoping he'd either leave or shut up.

Byron frowned, glaring at the top of her head.

"Being angry only hinders your thoughts," she snarked again, just as insulting a tone. "Since you can only have one at a time, you should listen to that." Byron narrowed his eyes down at her and he went back to his room.

About time.... Belle lost herself back in her thoughts. The sun was starting to set. A month left to plan. Unless her parents suddenly began to care, nobody was none the wiser to her plot. She was going to get out of here.

Unbeknownst to her, Byron walked back out quietly with a beaker filled with some concoction from his chemistry set at hand. It was harmless, but he had gloves on and his nose covered with his other hand for a reason. He leaned over the balcony and tipped out the contents over his jerkish sister. "Ugh! You little shit!! What even is this!?" She exclaimed in disgust.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't know you were still out here." Byron said with a shrug. "I guess you didn't know that rooftops aren't for people to lay on. Dunce." He said, stepping back now as Belle angrily scaled the tiles. He miscalculated her speed, because she managed to reach him and grabbed his sleeve. He pulled back. "Let go of me!" He struggled to get away. There was a ripping sound and he stumbled back in surprise. Belle nearly fell forward too, but she clung to the railing. Byron ducked back inside to the safety of his room, sticking out his tongue at her.

Belle fumed, using the sleeve to wipe at least some of the disgusting-smelling chemical off, and then chucked it at his glass door.

____________

The week of her birthday, Belle feigned innocence. She apologized, and dressed well and "came to terms" with their final decision.

"I'm so happy that you're finally listening to reason." Her mother fawned over her, stroking the cheek that had been struck some time ago. "It makes me feel proud to have a daughter."

"Hmm," their father said. "It's about time."

Byron stayed quiet. Something was off, but it was rude to speak out of turn, and unwise to fling unproven accusations.

The night before she was set to get on the plane, Belle was ready. She packed everything she could into a single backpack. She didn't want to take too much. It would slow her down and she needed to get as far away as she could in a few hours.

The last thing she wanted to do was leave a written message. Not for her parents- they deserved no goodbye. No, it was for... Byron.

The problem was, she didn't know how to say it. She read over what she's written so far.

*Sorry for leaving you with them. I just couldn't bear it any longer. You need to wise up too, Byron. Don't let them brainwash you, okay? Get out of here when you can. Later.*

...It didn't feel right. He wouldn't agree with what she had to say. He would see it as an insult. This was somehow a lot more difficult than deciding to leave. ...She didn't 'have' to leave a note, did she? Belle sighed in frustration.

She tore the paper to remove the message and was left with a scrap piece. She balled up the message and shoved it in her pocket. Using the smaller piece, she scrawled out her message and got up. All she had to do was drop this off, and then leave. She stepped out of her room.

The house was dark and quiet. She stepped lightly toward Byron's room. Sound asleep. She was simply going to leave the note, but then spotted that treasure pile of snacks. Darn it. It wasn't a part of her plan, but she couldn't resist. She lifted a bag of chips very carefully, and a twin pack of sweets for the road. She placed her little note down in place of those with held laughter, then left to return to her room.

She opened her window, and hoisted her pack over her shoulders. Next she picked up the fashioned rope she made of quality cloths to tie to her heavy bed.

Typical, sure, but this would make a lot less noise than stairs and doors. Plus, in this way she could ruin the many precious dresses and skirts she was made to wear on her way out.

She threw the long cord out and climbed out as it rolled down the slope and then over the edge. She treaded carefully over and stared down at the yard.

Almost there. Belle began to climb down. As she made her way down, the heavy anticipation she felt at her chest alleviated. She was doing this. She'd be free.

As her feet hit the ground, she had already decided. Come morning, the first thing she would do was get a haircut. Chop it as short as she always wanted it to be.

---

Byron always woke up early. This time around, he was awoken by the surprised exclamations of his parents.

"She's gone!"

"Really? Are you sure?"

"I went to make sure she was getting ready, and there was a rope of clothes out the window!"

Gone. She left.

He stayed awake, staring up at the ceiling in deep thought. Why didn't... she just listen? And stay... He would never understand her fighting at every turn.. nor his parents' subtle shift in their attitude toward him after that, like they almost expected him to do the same.

It'd be around two weeks later when he'd get a craving for a treat. They were intent on making sure he didn't even step out of line- he was ticked off.

The last package of his favorite dessert was gone, along with a bag of chips. Just a torn piece of paper was in its place.

"thanks, dumbass." was all it said.

Byron.... didn't know what to feel.

[husbandohunter]

LMAO that’s why she’s called Kat. She’s not exactly the same as her brother. In terms of being very deadly in combat they’re both pretty similar, yes, they spar often, but Kat won’t go as far as mastering all weapons and picking a fight with strong looking people. Before Ajax fell into the abyss, his desire is to be an adventurer, explore the world and what not. But after the abyss, well things change. Kat knew that the minute she stare in her brother’s eyes, she knew she lost a part of him.

Her going on her merry way, exploring entire nations, meeting interesting people and over all just having a grand adventure was her way of fulfilling a part of Ajax that she thought she lost. She still loves her brother but she doesn’t know how to confront him with the past and the fatui. Speaking of the fatui, it’s not exactly hard to not suspect a few things. Honestly she doesn’t want to know, hopefully it won’t cause her too much in the long run.

For the most part she lived up to her Anemo Vision. She does what she wants with no regrets. Except on the topic of Ajax and his very questionable life choices. And you were right to assume that their parents have their hands full. Ajax likes adventure + Kat likes adventure = sneaking out a lot to have their own little adventures. Never mind the bone chilling climate of Snezhnaya or the fact this twins are getting pretty adept at climbing houses. Nothing stops them from rescuing a dragon and fighting a princess— no wait that doesn’t sound right.

In terms of sending souvenirs she actually doesn’t do that. Unless she’s going home then she’s sending the souvenirs in bulk. But if she’s still in her conquest of 100% exploration, one nation at a time, she’s only sending letters and recipes and for the sake of trolling her brother her will. Alright now for how she met Xiao. It’s actually pretty funny, after befriending Smiley by buttering him up with compliments he agreed to give her tips on cooking and teach her how to make their specialty dish. When she mastered that, it’s obviously going to lead with her making a few modifications here and there.

Once she’s finish with her version of Almond Tofu, she left it at one of the tables that give the best view on the balcony and went to fetch her Kamera. She’s planning on sending a photo to her family and the recipe. She went back to the balcony only to find her that her food is missing. It obviously piss her off that someone had the AUDACITY to steal from under her nose, her room was close to the balcony she would have caught them red handed!

At this point in time, she’s already a regular and a friendly face in Wangshu Inn. She stayed there whenever she investigate Sal Terrae and to collect horsetail for rice buns. So she’s comfortable whining like a child at Verr about how some punk stole her dinner last night. A very amused Verr told her about the Inn’s secret and Kat just dismissed it “Adeptus or not, won’t change the fact that they stole my food. They should learn some manners or something.”

She woke up the next day with an empty plate on her nightstand and a qingxin flower on it. All Kat could think at that moment was ‘Is this an apology or an insult?’ So that night she made an Almond Tofu. Her Almond Tofu. And she meet the adeptus that night as well. An unlikely friendship was born from this. I’m not gonna go into details because it’ll turn into a fic.

In summary though, their friendship dynamic consist of, a very free spirited woman with a Guardian Yaksha for a guard dog best non human friend. When the traveler arrived and also befriend the yaksha Kat wouldn’t help but feel possessive. They befriended him the same way she unintentionally did. So she cooly challenge them to a chess game, because fighting is her brother’s thunder and unlike some people she doesn’t steal anyone’s thunder. Also chess fights is what cool and sophisticated people do.

They were good, more than that! The traveler actually made things challenging and interesting. Before she or the traveler knew it, quite a few hours had pass already. The traveler was close to dozing off but Kat still wants to play. Despite that, her big sister instinct kicking in, she gently coaxed the traveler to rest. She comfort herself that there’s still tomorrow to continue the game.

Uggghhhh I knew I was gonna word vomit about this. Things might get funky in my ‘descriptions’ because it’s honestly getting dangerously close to being a fic.

-Birdie

Yeaaahh these two would totally make their mom go bald and their dad constantly scolding them for their behaviour or something 😭😭 but you know I think its nice that Childe can have a sibling who is similar to him rather than protecting them 24/7 while hiding his secret life. I think they would share each other's burdens from time to time due to how close they are, at least thats the vibe I'm getting at xP Knowing that Kat isn't as extreme as her brother tells me shes probably the one who has to look out for him the most.

Oh would you look at that, now theres two cooks in the family (the moment I found out that Childe can cook was canon had me melt and vaporize 🥺) Maybe both of them would also have cooking sessions than just fighting ones? Thats some wholesome family moments uwu. Your OC kind of reminds me of a mix with Xiangling and Hu Tao because of their cheery vibes, but compared to their bold attitude, Kat sounds more brave (I guess its cuz she grew up with Childe). Xiao is a scary looking guy whom barely anyone goes near, unless they brushed off that glare like dust and just continue being their cheery self (I honestly love that dynamic as you can see xD). But truthfully, Xiao needs someone who is like that because obviously he's too secluded to do it himself ._.

I think his first impressions of her would be "presumptuous" but later he gets used to her company and it even grows on him. Maybe I'm just over analyzing this, the fact they both have anemo visions show how different they handle it's meaning. One wants freedom and the other knows how to live in it (eeek! Okok i stop before this gets off topic). In addition to the traveler coming into the scene, I bet they'll also become good friends too! After all, they both share the burden of loving their siblings too much (perhaps traveler would find some familiarity in her presence).

Hehe this was a fun read tho \(^0^)/ thank you for sharing! Honestly even if I said this many times, I really love reading people's ideas since it helps me get my inspiration back >_< The word vomit had just begun my friend, you might wanna keep it in a notebook LOL.

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Sisterhood of the Travelling Deleted Scene

This is the deleted alternate beginning of....many abandoned ideas. First it was gonna be a quick one-shot to practice stuff in preparation for a multichapter project, but I decided to just start the multichapter instead. I tried to make this work for the beginning of “One Two Three (Four)”, but I was too sold on Draxum being the cause for Don’s amnesia, so I rewrote it and liked the new beginning better anyway. Then I tried to make it work for two other ideas that I quickly lost interest in for being too serious--I like my lighthearted moments too much. 

Nowadays I think it's destined to be forever unfinished...but I still dig it even without a use...so, here just take it in it's abandoned and unedited glory.

Summary: The brothers stumble upon the Foot Clan and get into a fight on the rooftop when Donnie gets blindsided. Takes place early Season 1.

Disclaimer: characters use the concept of using a crutch as an insult and is not a reflection of what the author thinks.

It had all started so well.

Four brothers were on their way to their go-to pizza joint. The pizza joint was in no way their favorite, it was simply their go-to because it was owned by a Yokai and therefore they could dine in for once and enjoy an atmosphere that wasn’t a sewer. They adored their home and all, but no windows and the same view day in and day out would be a bummer to any free spirited teen. So off they went for some well-deserved pizza and socialization on the same night that the universe decided that today it was going to roll the dice.

It was Mikey that spotted the breaking and entering taking place. The little orange turtle immediately pointed it out, and much to the middle children’s displeasure, Raphael’s moral responsibility steered them to the crimes instead of the pizza. Said displeasure was expressed through groans and claims of “The police can handle it, not every little thing had to be our problem bro”, but was quickly silenced by the reveal of the perps and this week’s villain of the week.

“It’s those flame head guys again. For such a big city, we run into them a lot.” Raph pointed out, scratching his chin as they perched on the building next door.

“I think they have a stealing things obsession--”

“Kleptomania.” The purple turtle interrupted the slider.

“--they’re always breaking and entering when we find them.” Leo ignored his brother.

“I mean, that’s probably in the bad guy job description.” Michelangelo said from his seat on Raph’s shoulders.

“....D’you think they’re hiring?”

“Leo!” Raph scolded and Leonardo immediately shrugged unapologetically.

“Whaaat? It was just a little question.”

“No, you are hereby BANNED from joining the bad guys!” Raph nodded at the finality and jumped to the roof of the break-in-in-progress.

Donatello casually joined his blue banded brother’s side as Raph leapt with Mikey still on his shoulders. Leo glanced at him curiously.

“What do you think the pay’s like? Theoretically.” Donatello asked with an interested tone.

“Better than ours probably, considering we don’t get paid.” Leo crossed his arms to pout. “But Raph said we can’t. Oh well.”

“No,” Donatello smirked and looked at his brother slyly before lightly bonking him on the forehead with his tech bo, “Raph said you can’t.”

“What?! Donnie?!?!” Leo gaped as his snickering brother leapt off to join the rest of their quartet. He pouted as he jumped after him, fully intending to snitch on the purple teammate but immediately getting shushed by Raphael upon joining. “I didn’t even--”

“Shh, Leo, look!” Raph gestured to the turning of the knob of the stairway door to the roof. “Hide, now!”

The turtles had just barely all gotten into hiding spots as the door finally swung open, the hand on the doorknob connecting to a large brutish guy. The Brute held the door open for his skinny partner.

“I thought I heard something out here.” The Brute said, suspiciously looking around.

“I told you,” His Lieutenant said, “You need to get your tinnitus looked at.”

“I don’t think it was that Boss, it’s not even that bad.”

“Then you’re being paranoid.”

“I’m tellin’ you, Boss, I’m onto something! Everywhere we go those turtles show up!”

“Hey!” Although Mikey was whispering, he was doing so quite loudly. “They’re talking about us!!”

“Mikey shhh!” Leonardo slapped his hand over his younger brother’s mouth, nervously peeking back around the structure they had both hidden behind. The Foot representatives hadn’t noticed them, and Leo breathed a sigh of relief. He could see Donatello hidden smartly behind the structure with the door the bad guys had walked out of, ready to move counter to their location to remain hidden indefinitely, and Raphael was camouflaged as a gargoyle perched on the corner of the building just out of the light enough to be a vague shape. He looked to his brothers to gauge what the plan was going to be and ignored Michelangelo’s tapping on his wrist. Were they going to wait out the bad guys and follow them in like real ninjas? Were they going to ambush right here right now? Was Donnie hacking into the building right now to locate what the Foot was even here for?

All of a sudden Leo’s hand was warm and wet. “Ew!” He recoiled his hand back and looked at his little brother, betrayed.

“Hey, who’s there?!”

Leonardo hastily started wiping his hand on his brother’s head, ignoring his quiet protests and peeked out from their hiding spot and met the eyes of the Brute. He yelped and quickly hid again.

“Look! Boss it’s the turtles, I told you!” Brute exclaimed. “They’re here just like always!”

“Enough of your conspiracies, just deal with them!” The Lieutenant commanded as he started folding paper faster than an average human.

Leo swore as the Brute ran towards them and grabbed Mikey by his shell to move him out of the way while he wiped his own spit off of himself. A fist came down on their hiding spot as Leo threw Mikey out of the way and ran the opposite direction to get some distance.

“Leo! Mikey!” Raphael sprung into action as the Brute turned to pursue his blue brother. A trio of origami soldiers poofed into existence and cut him off. “We were supposed to be stealthy!”

“He licked me!” Leonardo complained as he dodged a swing and backflipped onto the roof of the doorway. “It caught me off guard!”

“Mikey!” Raph scolded as he blocked a punch and threw one of his own.

“I couldn’t breathe! He wouldn’t move his hand off of my face!” Michelangelo defended as he ran to assist his eldest brother.

“All of my brothers are evil!” Leo continued on his drama streak.

Donatello emerged from his hiding spot in the shadows and landed a surprise attack on the Brute, his tech bo in its hammer format and sent the bad guy to the ground momentarily. “Can we save the family bickering until after we are no longer in combat?!”

“Why do you say that like this is a game?” The Brute asked from the ground, curious. “This is real life, kid, we could really hurt you.”

“Roll for initiative!!” Donnie yelled as a battle cry, using his bo to vault himself over the Brute and toward the Lieutenant, smacking into a hastily made Origami soldier instead while Raph hurried to cover him.

Combat was successfully initiated. Origami soldiers were created and fists continued to fly. (Do better transition)

“As much as I love the impromptu field test of my new tech bo addition,” Donatello swung his bo with a manic grin, the chainsaw application tearing apart the paper soldiers like they were butter, “We’re going to be here all night if we don’t focus on the source!”

“Oh yeah,” Michelangelo thoughtfully added, “Like the spawners in Minecraft! They’re just gonna keep coming forever.”

“I mean, we actually have a decent handle on this. Plus I’m kinda having fun shredding these bozos!” Leonardo had taken the opportunity to practice some more extravagant swings and flourishes. Since upgrading to a single sword he’s been curious about pulling off one of those fancy spin-attacks he’s seen on some fighting games.

“Yeah I’m down with downing more of these paper pawns!” Mikey agreed, eyes alight as he set some origami soldiers ablaze with his mystical kusari-fundo.

“Ok so we got two for having fun with these jerks for once, how about--”

“Raph would like to hurry and be done here!” Raphael yelled from his side of the battlefield, punching a stray origami soldier as he dodged another punch from the Brute.

“You didn’t have to crash our outings, y’know.” The Brute mumbled.

Donatello sighed as he shredded another group of paper soldiers into confetti before activating his battle shell to initiate hover mode. He flew above the field, his younger brothers immediately picking up his slack and cutting through his share of soldiers, and zeroed in on the Lieutenant frantically making origami man after origami man like a well-oiled machine. Honestly, the speed in which he pumped those out was admirable. But, Donatello wanted pizza and he was bored shredding the same kind of enemy multiple times a minute. 

Spinning his tech bo back into its bo format, Donatello dove towards the Origami-spawner and swung, narrowly missing as the Lieutenant jumped out of the way. The jets of the Battle Shell whirred as he hovered back into the air, glaring down at the man with a cocky grin. A better challenge than the Origami Soldiers, which the flame-headed human kept folding and throwing into the battle as he dodged Donnie’s dives.

Donatello swung again and the Lieutenant ducked and blew a raspberry, much to Donnie’s annoyance. He could feel his eye’s want to twitch but honed his willpower to keep it at bay, honing in on taking this disrespectful villain down.

His tunnel vision left him blindsided by the paper hand that grabbed his ankle and slammed him back to the ground, another immediately jumping into his shell jet pack to sabotage any attempts to flee to the skies. He glared up at the human puppeteer, grin replaced by a frustrated frown.

“Not so tough without your little gadget, are you?” The Lieutenant rasped, now the one with the cocky grin. He circled the turtle, examining the spluttering jets shredding the fingers of the paper soldiers holding it down. “Why does a turtle need a fake shell anyway? Is it like a crutch?”

The “crutch” in question immediately sprang free from the purple turtle’s back, sending it and the paper man attached to it directly into the Lieutenant. Donatello immediately swung his bo to swat his legs free of soldiers and jumped to his feet. His glare upon the man sharpened.

“I don’t need a crutch.” He growled, softshell open to the evening breeze. It wasn't a sensation he was used to, but capable of ignoring nonetheless. He raised a judgmental eyebrow at the twitch of the Lieutenant's hands on paper. "Do you?"

The Flame Head immediately halted his folding and narrowed his otherworldly eyes at the teen. He knew he was being baited--he did the same thing to the kid--but he couldn't back down lest his honor and ego take a hit.

Lou Jitsu would meet the challenge head on.

The Foot Lieutenant tossed his paper to the side and took a defensive pose.

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fuck you parker │p.p

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paring: peter parker x reader

words: 4.7k

warnings: PURE SMUT, swearing, rough sex?, oral (female recieving)

summary: Something about Peter makes y/n tick, something about y/n makes Peter combust with annoyance but at the same time neither one can deny the sexual tension but both are too prideful to act on it, that is until Peter is fed up and takes his anger out on her in a specific manner.

a/n: i did decide to make Peter & y/n eighteen so that they are of legal age but that doesn't mean everyone else around them is also eighteen.

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y/n sat in the cool air-conditioned room of her fourth-period English history class, she smiled contently to herself as she made a mental note that this was one of her very few favourite classes. Not because y/n liked learning about how poetry has evolved but because he wasn't in her class and by him, she means Peter fucking Parker.

The boy got her blood boiling in seconds even without provocation. Every time y/n would see that mop of brown hair she would feel something primal in her to punch his stupid face and Peter felt the exact same way. She wondered if he actually deserved her wrath and insults seeming that all her best friends can say about him are positive comments but then again he was probably putting up a facade around them. y/n forgot when their rivalry started, the only time she can recall starting their arguments was in second grade when Peter beat her in the monthly spelling bee that y/n always won up until then but it probably has been going on ever since the two of them officially met. Ever since then though, the two of them compete whenever they can, y/n would get the best of him and he would lose his shit and then he would beat y/n and then she would lose her shit. It was a constant cycle and a routine that every other student seemed to have memorised along with those two. Sometimes when the pair of them start bickering the teachers would place them at opposite ends of the classroom but that didn't stop glares and snide comments.

Then again, y/n couldn't deny that he was physically good looking. He was really handsome and sometimes she found herself staring at those bulging biceps that would stretch at the sleeves of his tight sweater and imagine what lay under it. y/n would try her best to avert her eyes as hard as she could but sometimes it felt like second nature to let her attention waft over to him even just for a moment. She felt almost ashamed of herself that she thought of him in such lewd ways but it did make for one hell of a session for her when he crossed into her mind and y/n didn't seem like the only one that had the same problem.

Peter was known as the hot nerd, somehow every girl in the school has had an attraction to him whether they acted on it or not or whether it was just acknowledging his features or actually having a romantic or sexual liking to him but every time he was confronted with a pretty girl asking if he was free on Saturday night he would politely decline and walk off as if nothing had happened.

y/n was considered one of the most popular girls in school, she was pretty, smart & had a figure to match, she worked hard and treated everyone with respect and kindness that is except for Peter obviously. y/n didn't really consider herself one of the aforementioned popular girls but she really couldn't care to try and change peoples mind and it did come with its limited perks and of course its downsides. Her looks got her places that they wish they didn't because y/n wanted to show people that she wasn't just an airhead that got advantages just because every guy wanted her to suck their dick and plus it would show Peter that she wasn't the ditz that he likes to call her every so often.

y/n stood at her locker, squished between a bulky footballer trying to get food out of his teeth and what y/n can only describe as a girl who hasn't gone through puberty even though she's seventeen. She shoved her thick textbooks back into her locker before making sure she had all her necessary items for Monday, y/n was looking forward to tonight's plans to lounge about on her couch with her sister and make the most of the valuable time that is a Parent-free weekend. As y/n fixed the stray hairs that fell out of her tight bun she took notice that the two drastically different people that locked her into a human sandwich had left, she wondered why they had rushed off that is until y/n heard the familiar locker be swung open.

"Parker, " she spat, not needing to look at Peter for her to know that it was him on the other end. This was a normal afternoon for the two of them, to bicker while they got their things before refusing to see each other until the inevitable next day.

"y/l/n, " he replied with a low gruff voice, god he sounded hot, she thought. y/n silently thanked whatever God was up there that she was behind this locker door to conceal her faint blush.

"What happen to you, " y/n asked sarcastically, "you sound like absolute shit," she said as she finished playing with the strands of hair.

"Didn't get any sleep, " Peter responded curtly, y/n frowned slightly knowing that he usually bites back but today he sounded tired and aggravated that she was even talking to him.

"Oh what a Greek tragedy," y/n mocked as she finally took her first look at him once she slammed her locker door shut, he looked as bad as he sounded. His hair was messy and ruffled, his skin was red and his right eye seemed to twitch slightly as he glared at her. She wanted to ask him what happen to him but her brain told her mouth to shut up before she could embarrass herself and give more material for Peter to work off when they met again. So, as usual, she went to give him a follow-up retort but was cut short.

"I don't really have the patience for you at the moment y/n, so if you could fuck off that would be fantastic," he snapped as he threw his bag over his shoulder and stomped off. y/n huffed in frustration as she followed his actions and stormed off to a nearby cafe that her friends were meeting up at.

She knew it was a quick walk to the cafe but it would take her some time to get back home so she whipped out her phone and texted her sister.

Meeting with my friends at the cafe will be home later x - y/n

Okay, having my partner for the school fair over now but we should be done by the time you get home - Terri

Cool, we still up for movie night tonight? - y/n

Nah, going to a party and staying Mia's after - Terri

y/n sighed angrily as she tucked her phone into her back pocket. She knew that she shouldn't let Terri go out to a party tonight and that if she did her parents would scold her but y/n knew if she fought Terri on it she would give her that stupid puppy dog look that y/n would have to say yes to.

Before y/n knew it she walked into the warmth of the cafe, her eyes scanning the small area before locking eyes with her best friend Gwen. y/n gave her a wide smile and skipped over and slipping to a sliver of a spot that Gwen had saved for her.

"Thanks, G," she said as she noticed a small bowl of colourful fruit salad infront of her. y/n didn't mean to let her frown creep up on her but before she could erase it with a smile Gwen took notice.

"Peter again?" Gwen asked through a bite of her food. y/n stared up at her through her long eyelashes and give her an exasperated look, "you know he's not that bad y/n." y/n scoffed at Gwen statement as she forked her food.

"Are we talking about Peter Parker," another girl at the table butted in, her short red hair was curled and her face was blushed at the same hue as her locks, "He's in my gym class and I wish he could live in between my legs," she giggled out as she twirled a piece of hair in between her manicured fingers. The comment almost made y/n choke on her food.

"I thought you weren't into, you know, nerds," Gwen retorted as y/n still stared at the girl in disbelief.

The girl scoffed softly, "Oh I am when they have an eight pack and look like a teenage bad boy waiting to come," she replied as she shoved another mouthful of food down her throat. y/n looked up at the girl with wide eyes, she wanted to protest what the girl had just let slip and tell her that Peter was a vile human but the rising heat in y/n was making her shut you up, causing you to become even more frustrated with your dumb feelings.

"You do realise he's a huge dick," y/n spoke up as she raises her eyebrow at this girl, she really didn't want to start an argument over a boy for what felt like the one-hundredth time that week but she said something to doubt her own flustered mind about Peter. The red-head looked unphased and went to tell y/n off but not before a brunette girl chimed in.

"He's a huge dick with a huge dick," she chuckled slightly, once again y/n felt her face heat up and in anger, y/n shoved her uncontrollably blushing face into her hands.

"I cannot seem to get this into you guys, he's a fucking douche," y/n spat as she starting to get frustrated with her friends' obvious thirst for Peter. Though she deflected all of her friends' comments, y/n's mind agreed with everything they were saying which made her even angry with yourself.

"I want him to get into me," the brunette spoke again, y/n thought her eyes were going to pop out of her socket as she watched her friends snicker at their comments and the reactions that they pulled out of y/n.

"I've lost my appetite," y/n exclaimed as she slung her bag over her should and reached for a ten dollar note and threw it on the table, she wasn't going to sit there and let her so-called friends make fun of her and her feelings.

She stormed out, lucky for her that the cool air seemed to combat the growing blush on her face. In minutes she stood on a crowded train as it shook and rumbling around. Her loud music dimmed slightly, indicating she got a text.

Are you alright? - Gwen

I honestly don't know - y/n

I hate defending them but they were just teasing - Gwen

y/n hesitated to text back for a moment but another ding cuts her out of her trance.

Be honest with me, do you have feelings for him? - Gwen

y/n's fingers hover over her phone's keyboard as she tried to rack her brain for an answer that was honest enough to conceal the rest of the iceberg. She did want to tell Gwen all her problems that she had with her emotions but y/n wasn't ready, she still hadn't even admitted to herself yet.

It's complicated, I despise his guts but I can't help but feel something else - y/n

That's totally fine, just make sure you don't hurt yourself in the process - Gwen

Love ya - y/n

Gwen replied with a simple kiss emoji. y/n didn't know she needed that, she didn't know that she needed that slight realization that maybe there was something there at least on her end and if was just her that she could protect herself.

By the time she had arrived her desired stop and walked to her front door, it had been 30 minutes since she had left in a huff and y/n felt guilt in her. Maybe she shouldn't have left, at least not like that, she was more dignified to be acting like a rash child.

She went through the multiple ways she could have dealt with the situations as she unlocked the front door, the lovely warm air wafted over her features as she shimmed off her coat and threw it on the rack next to her. "Terri, I'm home," she called out, no response. y/n quirked her eyebrow and stopped her movements "Terri?" She questioned as she directed her voice upstairs at Terri's room. For a second time, Terri didn't respond, y/n sighed angrily as she stomped up the stairs. "How many times do I have to tell you," she was no yelling as she swung open Terri's door and saw the very last person she would ever want in her sister's bedroom.

"Oh, y/l/n you're home early," Peter spoke with a wide smirk on his face as pulled the earplugs from his ears and turned around to face her. y/n couldn't see her face but she knew she was red with anger and her eyes were probably trying to jump out of her head.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" she shouted as she literally ran towards him in a fit of rage, Peter continued to sit unphased in the desk chair. "And in my sister's room no less!"

"Calm those lovely tits y/n," Peter laughed her rage off cooly which only made her more furious.

y/n grabbed Peter by the collar of his shirt and brought his co close to her face, she was afraid their lips would touch, "As everyone knows, I'm not dumb so cut the shit," y/n growled "why the fuck are you sitting in my sister's room?"

"I'm her partner for the fair, dipshit," Peter responded with the exact same tone as her, but he stood up from the chair making sure never to pull his face away. y/n stumbled back slightly as Peter grew to tower over her.

"That's a total lie, you just want to get into her pants to piss me off," y/n spat, her anger levels rising the more he open that stupid mouth of his, at the same time y/n tried to control the growing wetness that was slowing forming in between her legs the closer he got to her.

Peter threw his head back in laughter, y/n stared at him in shock. "Ask her yourself sweetheart," he told her, y/n didn't get a chance to retaliate because a familiar voice spoke up from behind her.

"y/n, you're home early," Terri said happily as she walked past her and flopped herself on her queen sized bed. Terri caught sight of y/n's frustrated state, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?!" y/n chocked out, her attention drifted from her sister to Peter, "You have Peter motherfucking Parker in our house."

"And?" Terri stared at y/n like nothing was wrong like the air was so thick between y/n and Peter that it was basically a fog. y/n stared at like Terri was the dumbest person in the world and to her, she 100% was.

"Why is he in our house?" she asked with sternness in her voice, her eyes still burned holes into the back of his head.

"Oh, he's my partner for the fair, " Terri smiled sweetly. Peter looked at y/n with a wide smile as he watched her stormed out and slam the door behind her.

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y/n sat on her messy bed, her loose hair sprawled out and her mind following the beat of a song. Her eyes glanced up to the clock hanging above her tall desk, it had been an hour and a half since Peter intruded.

She sighed heavily, her toes barely touching the carpeted ground. y/n picked up on a door being slammed, most likely the front door. Before she could rush up and make sure Peter tripped on his way out but a harsh knock came onto her door.

Thinking it was Terri, to let y/n know that Peter had finally gone she didn't think twice for opening the door. y/n eyes met with his once again.

"What the fuck do you want, " y/n spat, her arms folding underneath her chest, causing Peter to take a quick glance down.

"Your sister told me, you're having problems with the calculus homework, " the smug asshole wore a proud smirk as he leant against the doorframe.

"Well she's a liar, " y/n retorted with a soft snort as she rolled her eyes at him. Peter felt the familiar annoyance that always made itself know when she was near him, why does she have to be so fucking hard to work with? he thought.

"Don't be fucking difficult y/n," he grumbled, not really in the mood to fight with her for what felt like the 200th time that very day.

"Don't be a dick Peter," y/n bit back as she too felt the rush of anger swell inside her again.

"Don't be a brat," Peter retorted as he took a step closer to her, his emotions acting quicker than his brain.

"Don't be an asshole," y/n, too, took a step towards him. Their faces incredibly close for both of their liking but both were too worked up to even notice the proximity of their boiling skin.

"Don't be a bitch," Their words now getting more vulgar as the longer this heated argument continued. y/n wanted to slam the door in his face after hat he had just called her but she was not thinking properly, like him being near her caused her reasonable side of her brain to completely out of function.

"Don't be a fucking douche," Her eyes now shooting daggers straight at him, her attention watched intently as his focus drifted from her gaze down to her snarled lips, to her flushed skin and finally to her blatant cleavage that Peter thought was begging for him to play with.

Peter took one last look at her enraged expression and took a chance, "Fuck it," he muttered lowly before he leant forward and encaptured her lips with his in a rough movement. y/n stood there motionless, her eyes wide ad her muscles locking in place. y/n felt her brain scream at her to pull away from him but if she was honest her sexual frustration was telling her to pull him closer and confirm all those comments her friends told her earlier.

So she lifted her arms and draped them over his shoulders, pulling him in tighter in her grip. Her hands played with the soft hairs at the nape of his neck and drew small circles at the tip of his back, moaning slightly every time her nail would rack over a bump indicating a defined muscle. Peter moved into her bedroom, his palms squeezing harshly on her hips as he guided her to the front of her bed.

Peter's fingers starting playing with the waistband of her loose gym shorts, his digits aimlessly wondering over her pelvic bone. y/n palms drifted higher on his scalp, her own fingers were now entangling the wefts of brown curls. She pulled away breathlessly as she quickly undid the small number of buttons on her already half exposed shirt, "This doesn't mean anything Parker," she barked as y/n disregarded the shirt and made work on her pink lace bra, easily letting it fall to the floor.

Peter didn't listen to her at first, too much in awe of her body. Boys always talked about her, about how she looked underneath the clothing, how much would her tits bounce if she was on top, Peter just got validation for all the rumours about her.

"Of course," he complied, as he soon starting stripping, now he was down to his underwear and matched y/n. She stared down at his toned figure, damn it, they were 100% right. "Even though you are incredibly hot, I'm still extremely mad at you," Peter explained, "Get on the bed."

"Excuse me," y/n coughed out to hide her growing want. Peter stared at her like she was dumb.

"I said get on the bed," he repeated, slower this time. y/n obeyed him, crawling onto the bed and giving him a gorgeous view of her ass before she lay flat on the mattress. Peter climbed atop her, he reconnected his lips with hers again as her hands pulled her arms above her head before clamping her wrists down with one of his hands. y/n simply moaned into his mouth, quite happy as she lay underneath his complete unable to do anything. Peter's tongue racked up against her teeth, he pulled his lips away from hers with a soft pop before placing them on her neck biting at the skin. "Is this okay?" Peter asked through long kisses, y/n nodded her head vigorously.

His free hand trailed down, tickling the bare surface of her belly, playing with the lace trimming of her underwear before he reached into her. His digits rubbing her softly, painting figure eights on her clit as he continued to press kisses to her blushed skin. "Please," y/n whimpered as the short jolts of pleasure wasn't cutting it. Peter stared up at her, his face contorting into a growl.

"You're not going to say a fucking word until I tell you," he pulled away from her complete, y/n felt her heart drop but quickly jump into her throat as she felt his literally rip her underwear in two, the ripped material flung onto the floor. y/n almost lept for the sky when she felt him blow cool air onto her folds. "Your voice annoys the hell out of me."

"Could say the same to you," she exclaimed sarcastically as she threw her head back into the pillows. Her comment was met with one harsh slap to the underside of her ass, y/n stared down at him in shock. Peter didn't give her anything as he continued the tease her hole, his fingers dancing over all the areas she needed him.

"Keep your hands there," was the last thing she said before he delved in. His tongue lapped and expertly circled her swollen clit, his fingers slid in and out of her hole slowly but surely, his lips sucked and her folds collecting her wetness. Peter made sure to never get out of sync, when his digits came out her sucked a little hard and when he dug his way back in he curled his finger upwards causing y/n's back to arch.

y/n desperately wanted to touch him, in any way she could, she just needed her hands all over him as he ate her like a full course meal. She hadn't like this in ages, her eyes rolled back into her head, moans pushing themselves to the brink of her tongue and yet it was someone who she despised who was giving her such much satisfaction. Peter glanced up at her and noticed she was in a train of thought and sped up, pumping his fingers faster and harder and he softly nibbled at her bundle of nerves. y/n felt it building up inside her, the tingling sensation at the very pit of her stomach as it became harder for her to contain her breathless whimpers. Peter also took notice to her approaching orgasm and made sure to give her one last finger fuck before he retracted from her.

"Fuck you parker," she growled as y/n watched him fumble around the room. She wasn't completely sure why he was checking her floor but she took this as an opportunity to finish herself off, so she trailed her hands down her sweating body. Before she could give herself the release she needed, Peter's palm came down hard and fast onto her sensitive cunt making y/n entire body spasm with pleasure.

"What did I fucking say," Peter spoke harshly as y/n heard his tear open a condom packet, her eyes still shut from the sudden pleasure. Peter stared down at her, he smiled wickedly to himself. She had her eyes closed and her eyebrows were somehow cutely furrowed, her tits lay against her chest with small beads of sweat adorning her skin. He did this to her, he made her feel good.

Without saying a word to her, Peter quickly slipped on the condom and dived into her. y/n's legs instantly wrapped around his waist as he lay dormant in between her tight walls. Peter wonders how such a sour girl could have the most sweetly divine pussy, but that wasn't his focus now. He pulled out of her slowly before slamming right back into. Each time he did it, Peter quickened it. His knuckles stabilized him but laying on either side of her as he fucked her.

Peter could stay inside her for days, the way she would jump every time their skin met, the way her walls released him at the perfect time before snugging him back as he slid in, it was heaven. "Holy shit," he chanted as Peter tried to keep his rhythm up but sometimes failing miserably with the overload of pleasure he was obtaining. Peter looked up at y/n, he felt the urge to give her permission to speak, to scream his name. "Tell me how good this feels."

"So-so good," y/n stumbled, her mismatched tone connecting with the pounds of his hips.

"You can do better than that," Peter told her as he started to slam harder into her, he knew he was leaving marks and he loved it.

"This feels fucking fantastic," y/n stuttered as she pulled at the sheet of her pillows. Her face tucked into the corner of her elbow as she tried to contain her what she felt as uncontrollable moaning.

"'Atta girl," Peter complimented. y/n felt his dick slid into her tight entrance only to have his balls stain her skin with red marks after he pounded her back into the mattress. Finally, y/n felt her orgasm riding, the beautiful feeling making its presence known to her.

"Peter, I'm gonna cum," She told him through heaves of pornographic moans. Peter nodded his head quickly.

"I know," he sped up again, the only thing you could hear is the sounds of mixed groans and loud whimpers and hot, raw skin slapping against one another, "I am too."

And with that, she came. Her release hitting her like a ton of bricks, she felt her body tense up and her mouth emit a loud scream of Peter's name. Her vision went black momentarily as she felt the wave of pleasure wash over her. Seconds later, Peter released as his head fell into the crook of her neck as he pours into the rubber. Slowly, he slid out of her, their combined juices almost dripping out of her tight hole.

Peter peeled off the condom and threw it in the nearest bin. y/n watches him saunter away from her, she wonders if they'll do this again. They must, that was the best sex she ever had and she doesn't mind staring at a completely nake Peter Parker. "Are we doing this again?" she pipes up, it's worth a shot. Peter swivels around to face her, he genuinely doesn't know how to respond to her question. He is completely down for another session of getting lost in that paradise of a pussy she's got but he knows that she hates his guts and he thinks the worst of her.

"Do you want to do this again?" Peter responds as he collects his clothing from her floor.

"I do, but that's all it can be," y/n told him, pouting slightly as she spots her ripped underwear, they were her favourite. "Beside the next time we fuck, you need to buy me new underwear," she giggled slightly as she snatched her broken underwear and threw it at him.

"Deal y/l/n."

"Deal Parker,"

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i'm so sorry, i rushed the last part of the smut

[onewaigu]

Soulmates

Genre : soulmate!au

Theme : fluff

Pairing : Harin(Onewe) X Reader

Description : people your age were thinking about who their soulmates were. you were more interested in a certain boy who already knew who his soulmate was.

The concept of soulmates having their fates intertwined together by a common connection seemed like something out of a fairytale. Since your whole life, you had become accustomed to seeing people find their soulmates. Which always left you wondering, when were you going to stumble upon yours?

As if someone was listening in on your thoughts, your foot got caught in a pavement hole which sent you stumbling. You closed your eyes to brace the impact but it never came. Instead, an arm firmly curled itself around your waist and pulled you back to your feet. There was no need to turn around to know who this person was because as soon as you heard a strangely familiar laugh, you instantly knew it was your bestfriend, Ju Harin.

He slung an arm around your shoulders and slowed down his pace to match yours. He was towering over you so you had to look up to meet his face which annoyed you sometimes.

“Clumsy as usual”, he humoured while showing off his pearl white teeth.

You punched his arm lightly and shook your head at the insult.

You loved having Harin as your bestfriend because not only was he kind but he was also easygoing. Always managed to make any day better just by his witty and funny jokes.

Sometimes you wonder if there was ever a chance for your friendship to become more than it was if the world didn't depend on the idea of soulmates. People would be free to feel whatever they wanted towards whoever they wished to be with. That's the reason why to you, the concept of soulmates sucked.

It sucked even more because you knew Harin had already gotten glimpses of his soulmate while you only dreamt of homework and stress. On the inside, you were kind of jealous of the girl that would end up with him. Although, if it really was meant to be, then you promised to abandon any feelings you had for him.

“You would not believe what I dreamt about last night”, he told you excitedly.

“Is it about your soulmate?”, you teased him and wiggled your eyebrows suggestively.

Even though you didn't want to talk about soulmates, you felt bad dismissing Harin's excitement so you had no choice but to resist the painful throbbing in your heart.

“Yeah, I actually saw her face!”

Ah. It hurt.

“Well that's good, right! Now you could go meet her and hey, you could even ask her out on a date”, you masked your sadness with a smile.

“I'm a little nervous to reveal myself to her because she's someone I know”, he mumbled softly as an obvious shade of red crawled up his neck.

“You're lucky she's someone you know, mine's probably some creepy pervert”, you shuddered in disgust at the possibilty.

“Hahaha I really doubt that, Y/N”

“I'm just saying, there's a possibility”, you exclaimed without any hint of seriousness in your voice.

After that, the two of you just talked about random stuff till you reached the school buiding.

The rest of the day was boring. Everything waskill the usual routine. When you got home though, you had the greatest shocking news of your life.

Through a text message from your best friend, you got to know that he was going to ask his soulmate on a date. You were frustrated. He only saw her face once that day and now, he wanted to go out with her without taking his time to think over it. As much as you were happy for him finding his soulmate, you couldn't just ignore your feelings. You sunk your head into your pillow and that was how you spent your entire night, crying over a broken heart till you fell asleep.

Drums.

You jolted awake in the middle of the night. Sitting upright on your bed, you placed your hand on your forehead in confusion. Was that a glimpse of your soulmate? Whatever it was, you buried your face in your hands as you sobbed quietly. The last sign of hope that Harin was your soulmate was gone because..Harin didn't play drums.

You dreaded the moment you had to face Harin in the morning.

It wasn't making it easier for you when Harin kept on approaching you more than usual. He was an absolute nervewrack. He would stumble on his words and constantly shake his leg. He told you that he was honestly nervous and afraid the date wasn't going to go well. Giving him a gentle squeeze on the shoulder, you reassured him that whatever he had planned, you were sure that anybody would fall for him.

Like that, the rest of the day went by in a blur. You were trying hard not to think about Harin's date while he was busy panicking over it.

Once you were home, you immediately entered your room and plopped yourself on your single-sized bed. You were exhausted and drained but as soon as you heard a notification on your phone popped up, you rolled on your bed lazily and reached for your phone. Swiping the screen, you saw that you had a message from Harin. Glancing at the time, you were confused because he should already be on his date. Without thinking much, you read the message.

Hey Y/N, could you come over my house? I need some help preparing for the date :)

You typed furiously before clicking send. When that was done, you got up from your bed and grabbed your black hoodie that was hanging from a chair. Slipping it on, you left your apartment to go somewhere familiar with the image of your reply still in your head.

Sure, Harin :)

Knocking on his door, you hid your shaky hands in your pockets. Why were suddenly feeling nervous? It's not like it was your date-

The door clicked and opened to reveal your bestfriend, Ju Harin. Just like that, you were speechless. No words could truly describe how handsome he looked standing in front of you. He didn't need a suit and tie to look good. Cladded in a simple striped t-shirt and plain jeans, Ju Harin had completely taken your breath away by his charms.

“Uh Y/N?”

You unfroze yourself from your daydream. You could've sworn you saw a little smirk.

“You needed my help?”, you tried to sound cheerful.

“Mhm, could you put this blindfold on?”, he hummed as he unclenched his fist to reveal a black cloth.

Before you could question him, he explained that he wanted the date to be perfect so he wondered if you could stand in for his soulmate for a dry run of the date. Truthfully, you applauded his dedication to planning a perfect date even if you weren't his date. So in the end, you agreed.

You wanted to grab the blindfold and wear it yorself but Harin beat you to it. He shifted behind you and wrapped the black cloth around your eyes, tying it at the back. You felt yourself stiffened as his fingers brushed the your ears lightly. You mentally scolded yourself.

“Okay, I'm going to bring you somewhere now”, he whispered in your ear, his close proximity caused your cheeks to blush.

You couldn't see anything but you did feel Harin locking hands with you. You took in calm breaths.

It didn't take long before you finally stopped getting dragged by Harin.

“You can take them off now, Y/N”, he said.

Fumbling with the knot, you took the blindfold off your eyes. You had to blink a few times for your eyes to adjust to the surroundings.

When it did, time stood still. His normal living room now had beautiful fairylights hanging on the walls. The dining table at the side had vanilla-scented candles and a vase filled with baby's breath. The atmosphere of the whole living room was perfect for a chill yet romantic date. Your heart involuntarily clenched.

Harin, who was at your side, walked to the middle of the room. How you didn't notice it at first was a mystery but there it was, a drumset sitting in the middle. Your eyes shifted to Harin who had drumsticks in his hands.

“So here's the part where I tell you that I lied“

“Y/N, I didn't need your help with the date cause you are my date”

You didn't understand.

“Remember how I said she's someone I know? Did you ever think about the fact that the only girl I've ever talked to..is you?”

“Dammit, Y/N..you're my soulmate”

“I don't care if your soulmate isn't me, I just need you to know that I've been in love with you since the day you stood up for me against others”

Blinking your eyes, you felt a tear falling. You didn't realise you were crying this whole time. It all made sense now and you felt your heart warmed by Harin's confession. All that worrying and it turned out that Harin's been your soulmate all this time. And you were his.

You were overwhelmed by emotions but that didn't distract you from the sight of the drums. The only thing that didn't make sense to you. Why were drums in your dream?

“Ah, the drums”, Harin cheekily grinned.

“I kept it a secret because I didn't want you to think I'm lame”, he scratched his head with his drumsticks.

Wiping your tears from your eyes, you smiled softly at Harin, “You're absolutely amazing, Ju Harin”

His face reddened in an instant but he kept his composure. “Uh- so with everything planned, I think it's time for me to make you fall for me”, he shyly looked away from you.

Now, it was your turn to blush because that sounded really familiar as if someone he knew had said that to him the other day.

[a/n]

someone was craving for some harin content 🤷‍♀️ of course I was tempted to write something fluffyy > <

stan weus and ju harin please stahp being rude boi

[dmonfoxfire]

Of Heros and Champions

Just a few scenarios I dreamed up while I was toiling through Dragon Age 2

Fandom: Dragon Age 2

Pairings: Zevran Arainai/M!Mahariel, M!Hawke/Fenris

"Here! Get to Antiva, the Crows can hide people away better than the Wardens can." Isabela said, slapping a black bordered note into Hawke's hand before doubling back to lay false trails with the others.

Sebastian looks as if he wants to say something but just nods his farewell as he's tugged away by Isabela's hand on his arm. The pirate queen herself flashes him a smile and a wink before turning for the shoreline. She and Sebastian will lure their pursuers to the ships and hopefully lead them on a merry chase and give Hawke and Fenris time to be long gone.

Garrett looks at Bethany and Aveline, both sombre as they prepare to beat a hasty retreat to the protection of the Wardens. Donnic stands not far behind them with the horses.

"Promise you'll write, when you're safe." Bethany says softly as the last members of the Hawke family embrace one last time. Garrett nods against her shoulder, crooked, frail grin crossing his face.

"On black bordered paper." he jests weakly, gesturing for Aveline to join the hug.

"You're practically a Hawke anyway." he tells her, embracing both his sisters tightly.

"Oh, don't insult me. Take care, Hawke." Aveline says, both of them sharing a proud smile before Bethany straightens up and places a hand on Aveline's shoulder. They keep looking over their shoulders as they walk to the horses, and Garrett has to turn away when they mount up and start on their way. Varric and Merrill had said their goodbyes a city back, with a promise to spread rumours and a hundred different stories about where he was going.

"Come, we can't stay." Fenris says softly, tugging Hawke toward their own horses. They'd bickered a bit but eventually agreed that despite how Orlesian it was to have horses, they were faster than walking.

"I have my doubts about Antiva. Are you certain that...assassin is really who we should ask for help?" Fenris asks with a wrinkle of his nose at the thought of Zevran. Garrett bites his lip and eventually has to laugh.

"Apparently he's guild master there now and Isabela said people don't mess with the Crows unless they are damn sure they need to. It will be a good place to rest, even if we move on after that." he assures, feeling the weight of everything that's happened sliding off as they move further and further from Kirkwall.

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It is glaringly obvious that Garrett is from Ferelden the closer they get to Antiva city. While there is a lot less humidity compared to Tevinter, Fenris is used to the blazing heat the Antivan dessert offers, while Garrett whines and complains about it every step of the way.

"...no wonder the only people with sense are Ferelden, everywhere else cooks your brain right out of your head..." Garrett mutters to himself, head down under a hood Fenris still needs to teach him how to make. Fenris snorts and pushes playfully at Garrett's head to get his attention.

"If you would get your head out of the clouds, we've arrived." Fenris said dryly, leading their horses toward the gate.

"So now what, we made it to the city, now we walk around asking about the Crows?" Garrett asks under his breath, glancing every which way at the new city. Country boys, honestly.

"That seems like a brilliant way to get us both killed in a hurry." Fenris shoots back, eyes roaming through the crowd for someone likely to have the information they need.

"Champion." a soft, Ferelden voices says from behind them, startling the pair badly. They whirl, hands going to weapons even as the one who scared them holds his empty hands up to stall them. The light black and red cloak is pulled down to hide his face but the slits in the hood show the elegant tapered ears of an elf and hair that shines like black feathers.

"Talon Zevran sends his regards. I ask that you come with me." the elf says softly, stepping closer despite the warning growl that rumbles out of Fenris. The messenger merely steps past them, flowing through the crowd with ease. Fenris and Garrett exchange a look but lead their skittish Antivan horses traded for at the border through the crowd after their guide.

"Are you from Ferelden? You don't quite have the sexy accent going for you yet." Garrett says with his trademark smile and charm. The messenger ducks his head, though both of the ones following hear him chuckle.

"Yes. Ferelden is where I was born. That's where Zevran found me." the elf says, quiet humour in his voice. They are silent the rest of the walk to a palatial house, the gates gleaming red with the mark of the Crows painted on them. The humans manning the gates bow and swing them open without question. The guide holds up his hand for them to pause, gesturing the guards toward Hawke and Fenris.

"Take and water their horses, bring their things to the Tailfeather suite. They keep their weapons, they go straight to see our Talon." he says commandingly, both humans jumping to obey. The sudden steel in his voice is surprising, though Hawke and Fenris are glad to keep their weapons. The house would be lavish, gorgeous and welcoming if both didn't know they were walking into the most dangerous den of assassins in Thedas.

They don't relax until they are standing before Zevran in the flesh, his welcoming smile doing much to ease their trepidation. He's garbed in black and white clothing, tall boots and a dark cloak edged with black feathers. He's leaning against a large, uncluttered desk rather than sitting in the equally large chair behind it.

"Ah! The great Champion of Kirkwall. Isabela sent word that you may end up in our corner of the world. They have spread quickly, tales of what happened in Kirkwall. I do hope you will delight us with a story, shall we say, not so obviously mixed with lies." the blond elf says with a grin, holding out one arm for their guide to approach. Garrett and Fenris are surprised when their guide merely plants a kiss on the offered hand and walks around the desk to seat himself in the chair there.

"Ah, how rude of us. I doubt mi amor introduced himself when he found you. May I present to you, my dear Warden. Era'falon Mahariel." Zevran says with pride and flair, their guide finally pulling his hood back.

"You're the Hero of Ferelden," Hawke says, a tad bit awed. Tattoos of the Mother of Halla curved elegantly on his brow and cheeks, and long, long hair spilled down his chest now that it was free of his hood.

"Yes, and you are the Champion of Kirkwall. Alistair was very excited to have met you." the Hero says with an amused smile and a wicked hint of laughter in his golden eyes.

"He has no reverence for you, mi amor. Too much time camping in the woods with you." Zevran declares with a grin.

"Yes, I suppose so. Zevran and I will be happy to shelter you through the coming storm. In exchange for a job or two to earn your keep. You may have my room, it will keep you safe and give you the privacy you no doubt need. Are you in need of rest or food?" the Hero asks, standing again and casting his cloak aside to drape over the chair. Hawke glances at Fenris, who shrugs.

"Food would be wonderful, I am so sick of camping rations I was considering eating my horse for some variety." he says, grinning when it earns him a laugh from all three elves. Era'falon gestures for Hawke and Fenris to follow him through another door, leading them deeper into the house.

"Call me Falon, please. Zev has a... flair for the dramatic." he says quietly, voice filled with that same quiet humour.

"Only if you call me Garrett or Hawke. Champion is too much of a mouthful." Garrett says agreeably.

"And you are Fenris are you not?" Falon asks, turning to look at the taller elf.

"Yes. I've... heard much about you." Fenris says with a respectful nod, though he seems more interested in the hallways they are passing through.

"I look forward to talking with you. I would like to learn as much about Tevinter as I can." Falon says amicably, surprising both Hawke and Fenris.

"Why do you want to learn about Tevinter?" Hawke asks incredulously as Falon pushes a door open to reveal a homey room with food already set out on the table.

"Because the Qunari are taking their sweet time in destroying it, and I will not stand their slavers any longer." Falon says, quiet voice evilly sweet. Fenris and Hawke startle again while Zevran laughs.

"But first, Hawke you must tell me of Merrill and my clan, my last report said Merrill dogged your step and my clan was stranded outside Kirkwall." Falon inquires eagerly while they sit down at the table, Falon at the head with Zevran at his left hand.

"There is no rush, mi amor. We will have plenty of time to talk until Isabela gets here." Zevran mock scolds, wolfish grin on his face. An eerily similar one crawls across Falon's face as the pair of elves share a knowing look.

Fenris looks at Hawke and smiles, both of them breaking into a small fit of laughter. Here they are, sheltered in the most dangerous nest of rogues in Thedas watching the Hero of Ferelden and a leader of the Crows flirt and smile like everything is normal.

"No, things are never dull with you." Fenris says fondly, laying his hand over Hawke's on the table under the knowing eyes of the other elves.

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Story Two, takes place sometime during Act 2

Pairings: M!Hawke/Fenris, Mahariel/Zevran

[crimsoncobaltblue]

Joint Custody - Huebby (Alternate Meeting AU)

(Oof this is late but this is for Art! I hope you had a happy birthday @artproductionsofficial ! You had written a lil Huebby fic on Discord and that was kinda my inspiration for this. I hope ya like it! :3 Oh and this fic is kind of like Alternate Meeting AU I guess. Tbh I just randomly thought of this at like 1 am xD)

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Huey strolled up to the library, a stack of books in his arms.

He strained to see over the stack of books he had to return but, by some miracle, he made it to the book return box outside the building.

Huey sighed, relieved to have gotten rid of the heavy load finally. “Thanks for all the help, you guys.” Huey turned toward his brothers, sarcasm pouring from his voice.

“No problem.” Louie responded nonchalantly, smiling absently at his phone.

Dewey was simply just staring at the library, a look of confusion on his face. Huey guessed that Dewey never knew there was a library here.

“Do we have to go inside?” Dewey asked as he gazed longingly at the park a block away from here.

Huey sighed. It would be easier to look out for his brothers if they were all together in the same place. Besides it would keep Uncle Donald from scolding him. However, Huey noticed Dewey was literally bouncing on his heels, ready to run toward the park that he was still staring at.

Huey decided it would be better for them to split up. Huey would get in more trouble if he let Dewey run around a library instead of just letting him go to the park.

“No, Dewey, you can go to the park. Louie has to go with you though.” Huey said, with a nod, as if he were agreeing with himself.

“Aw, man! I wanted to sit in the nice air-conditioned library instead! Come on Huey!” Louie complained.

Huey shook his head. “I’ll just run inside and get the book I came for, then I’ll meet you in the park.” Huey said before he added, “That way we’ll all suffer together. Just as all families should.”

Dewey chuckled a little. “I don’t know what you guys are meaning, it’d be so boring in there! That would be where we’d truly suffer.” Dewey claimed.

Huey and Louie looked at each other with matching faces that read “Is he serious?”

Huey held in a sigh. “Alright, I’ll see you over there in a bit.” Huey turned away and started up the stairs.

“Hey, Louie,” Dewey asked and Louie glances up from his phone. “Wanna race?” Dewey asked.

“No.”

“Alright! Ready, set,” Dewey paused in his starting, looking at Louie expectantly.

Louie rolled his eyes, seemingly deciding to humor him. “Go!” He said loudly and Dewey took off. Louie shook his head, obviously smiling a bit at his brother’s ridiculous actions.

Huey smiled at that interaction. ‘I’m glad I stopped long enough to see that, those two seriously don’t interact enough,’ he thought as he turned and jogged up the rest of the stairs, past the big stone lions, and through the large wooden doors.

Huey breathed in deeply as he stepped inside. There was always something so great about the smell of libraries and bookstores. Something comforting.

Huey strode past the check-out desk and into the labyrinth of book shelves, like how Theseus did in search of the Minotaur. Only less dangerous and with books instead of whatever the labyrinth was made of.

Huey reminded himself he’d probably have to reread that myth since he couldn’t remember what the labyrinth was made of. Honestly he was slipping.

He paused as he finally found the biography section. ‘Another day, Theseus,’ he thought as he started looking for a specific biography. ‘I’ve got a different hero to read about this time.’

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Huey focused his thoughts on looking for the right biography: The Complete Life of Scrooge McDuck.

He had read many of Scrooge McDuck’s biographies but reading this book would help fill in some blanks made from skipping over some of his biographies since the library didn’t always have them all. He shook his head to clear away the thoughts. He hated that he skipped some of those books.

Huey gasped a little and smiled, seeing the enormous book right there in front of him. It had to be seven hundred pages at least! It was glorious! Huey reached for the book only to find someone else’s hand already there.

He turned to his right and saw a girl. He was surprised he hadn’t noticed her.

“How long have you been here?” He asked her.

She looked confused. “Um. I’ve been in this aisle longer than you have?” She answered hesitantly as she pointed to a mini throne made of books just a short ways down the aisle.

“Oh.” Huey said, looking her over. She was around his age and height. She had short hair with a pink bow in it. And her hair looked kind of ruffled, like she had been here and fallen asleep.

“Sorry.” He said, remembering his manners. “I’m Huey.” He held out his hand for her to shake.

“Hi, I’m Webby!” She said loudly and Huey retracted his hand and shushed her.

“Sorry!” She whisper-yelled and Huey made sure no one seemed disturbed. Thankfully no one was. He turned back to her kicking her foot at the hardwood floors sheepishly.

Huey blushed, suddenly realizing that this girl was actually kind of cute.

He shook his head. He couldn’t be thinking that way, otherwise he’d walk out of this library and his brother would see him blushing and tease him endlessly. He really didn’t feel like being teased right now.

“Anyways,” Huey said with a cough. “I’ll just take my book here and leave to your book throne over there... Your Highness?” Huey tried to be funny but it came off as weird. Huey wished he could slap himself.

The girl, Webby, thankfully laughed a little bit though. Huey smiled back, praying his face wasn’t as red as it felt. “No, I’m afraid you can’t leave with that book.” Webby said, still laughing.

Huey raised an eyebrow at her. “And why not?”

Webby pulled herself together and hefted the book into her arms from the shelf. “Because, I put my hand on it first. And I’ve been waiting here to read this book for my research.”

Huey gave her a questioning look. She had obviously fallen asleep in that book throne, and took the time to build a book throne so he doubted she was taking her “research” seriously.

“Well I’m sorry to hear that Webby, but I’ve been waiting for weeks to come and get that book.”

They both glared at each other for a minute. Huey despised the fact that he had thought she was cute earlier.

“There isn’t a second copy, is there?” Huey asked.

They both looked at the bookshelf and saw none even close to the size of the book Webby held.

“Why don’t we ask the librarian?” Huey suggested.

Webby thought for a moment before nodding. “Fine, I’ll have to persuade the librarian to become my ally in this fight.” She said seriously.

“Yeah, alright,” He said absentmindedly, already trying to make a case for himself.

———————

“Sorry,” the librarian, Janice, said as her intimidating assistant set the book on the counter. Jerry, her assistant was an enomorous bear and even he gave a noise at picking up the book.

Huey held up one hand. “Um, ‘sorry that there isn’t a second copy’ or ‘sorry, you’re afraid Webby here can’t have this book’?” He questioned.

Webby piped up. “Excuse me, I think it’s probably going to be ‘sorry, you’re afraid Huebert here can’t have this book but I totally can.’” Webby said while sending Huey a glare.

Huey looked at her surprised. “How did you know my name is Huebert?” He hadn’t told her his real name, and it wasn’t a common name either.

She looked at him like he was crazy before the librarian cleared her throat and that prevented Webby’s explaination.

“Sorry to all three of your guesses. We don’t have a second copy available and neither of you are allowed to take it home.”

“WHAT??” They both yelled, only to be immediately shushed by basically the entire library.

“Why not?” They both asked at the same time. Huey tried to pretend it wasn’t too weird.

Janice looked bored. “Huey, you have too many books checked out-“

“I put them in the return box today!” He interrupted.

“They aren’t technically checked back in until they’ve been brought inside from the book box.”

Huey felt an embarrassed blush rise up as Webby snickered.

“And you Webbigail,” Janice turned her ruthless words toward the girl duckling. “have a horrible habit of losing books and since this is our only copy, I can’t let you check it out.”

Huey started to chuckle at seeing Webby blush a bit.

“I told you, Janice! That manticore really did steal all those books-“ Webby started but Janice cut her off.

“I’ve heard your stories before, Webbigail. Now,” Janice settled into her seat. “You two are free to read the book here, I’ll even put it on hold so that way you two can come back tomorrow and finish it without anyone else checking it out. Find a way to share. Off you go now.” Janice turned away from them as her silent assistant Jerry the bear handed Huey the book.

Webby stormed toward the tables and chairs but not before calling back, “Why couldn’t you help a fellow book worm out?”

Janice the book worm didn’t look at her. “I would be insulted that you called yourself a book worm if I actually cared. Sorry.” Janice replied, adjusting her glasses with the end of her body.

Webby deflated with a sigh.

Huey was secretly impressed with Webby though. Janice had kind of intimidated him with her words but Webby’s yelling at her made him want to laugh in triumph.

“Let’s find a table to read at.” Huey said, heading toward a small table.

“Alright.” She said giving in. Huey sat down and Webby took the seat right next to him so they could read it. “Why do you even want to read this book anyways?” Webby asked.

Huey paused, trying to think of the best way to word this. “Scrooge McDuck is kind of my hero, I guess. He’s like a modern day version of those old Greek heroes only he never dies or gets tricked. He always thinks his way out of a situation and I admire that I suppose.” Huey explained, feeling a blush creep up on him again.

Webby smiled and nodded, obviously struggling to hold back her excitement. “That’s cool! Scrooge McDuck is my hero too! The way he can fight and all the adventures he’s gone on! ALL THE COOL MYTHICAL ANIMALS!!” She yelled and Huey shushed her again, smiling bashfully at passers by.

“Sorry!” She whisper yelled again.

“You really should work on your inside voice.” Huey said. Normally, he would be annoyed with that kind of thing, but with her, it was just plain endearing.

“What’s an inside voice?” She asked, tilting her head in an adorable way. Huey laughed a little bit.

‘Gosh what am I thinking? Endearing? Adorable? Really? Since when did you start crushing on this girl?’ Huey scolded himself.

‘Since the moment you met her. Duh.’ Huey’s mind whispered back and he rolled his eyes a bit.

‘Shut up brain.’ He retorted before realizing he was absolutely insane for arguing with his mind.

“No, seriously,” Webby’s voice brought him back to reality. “What’s an inside voice?” She looked very confused but Huey only shook his head.

“Never mind about that, let’s get to reading.”

Webby still seemed very confused but she simply shrugged and turned her full smile on the cover of the book, clearly excited to get to read it.

Huey understood that feeling, and he struggled not to smile at her awed gazed at the book.

——————

“Wait! Wait! Don’t turn the page yet!” Webby said loudly. Huey would’ve hushed her again but after an hour of reading with her, he gave up on trying to get her to quiet down. At least now the other people here had learned to just ignore her.

“I’ve been reading as slowly as I can, Webby. Why do you read so slow?” He asked.

“Because I have to absorb all this information for my research.” She replied, sounding very proud of her so called research.

Huey still had his doubts about how seriously she took her research.

“And just what are you researching?” Huey questioned and Webby’s eyes gleamed with excitement. Huey sighed, immediately realizing he may have just made a mistake.

“I’m researching the entire McDuck family.” She said in hushed tones.

This made Huey pay attention. This was the first time she managed to keep her voice down low.

“I mean, Scrooge McDuck is great for sure! And he’s my hero! But the rest of his family can be just as interesting once you start looking.” She explained in a mysterious way that made Huey want to start his own research.

“You’re joking right?” Huey said, trying to curb his hopes. He doubted Scrooge McDuck’s family is as interesting as she says.

“No way.” She looked serious as she spoke. She paused, thinking for a minute. “You see how big this book is?” She asked and Huey nodded, intrigued as to where she was going with this.

“This would probably be the size of the first volume in a set on all the incredible, interesting, mysteriously magical things the entire McDuck clan has done.”

Huey felt his heart leap at the thought of that many amazing stories. Scrooge had several biographies out about his adventures but there were none on his relatives. Huey hadn’t really cared to know about Scrooge McDuck’s relatives. Until now that is.

“Really?” He asked awestruck. Webby nodded, a huge grin plastered on her face.

“Really.” She said as she turned to the next page, her hand brushing his and Huey felt the red return to his face.

“Huey?” Louie said, standing a few feet away from the table.

“Louie!” Huey yelled and was immediately hushed by everyone, including Webby.

“What are you doing here?” Huey asked, his hands on the table as he stood from his chair.

Louie glared at his brother. “I had to use the bathroom and you’ve been in here for like three hours. Even Dewey was starting to get bored at the park.”

Huey winced, feeling bad that he forgot to meet them. “Sorry, Louie. I couldn’t check out the book so I started reading it here and lost track of time I guess.”

“Hi, I’m Webby by the way!” Webby introduces herself to Louie, walking up and shaking his hand.

Louie straightened up a little. “Good to meet ya.” He said politely before turning to Huey again. “We gotta go Huey. Uncle Donald is going to kill us.” Louie said and Webby gasped, but Huey ignored it.

“No he won’t. I’ll take care of it.” Huey sighed and Louie nodded.

“Alright, I’ll wait outside for ya,” Louie said before leaning in close to Huey and mumbling, “But try not to take too long with her this time, alright dude?” Louie said with a small evil grin.

Huey’s face went as red at his shirt. “Shut. Up. Go on outside.” He retorted back quietly and Louie laughed.

“As you wish, Huebert!” He teased before striding toward the door.

“Huey, are you alright? Your face is red.” Webby asked, making Huey’s face redder. She gasped. “OH NO! Do you have heat stroke?!?” She exclaimed and Huey shushed her for the billionth time. He was starting to get used to doing that.

“No I-I am fine. Perfectly fine. Good.” He stumbled over his words and Webby didn’t seem to believe him but she shrugged.

“Okay then.” She settled it. “Well, I’ll see you later Huey! Don’t forget we have to finish this book together!” She said with a smile and Huey couldn’t help but grin back.

Her happiness was pretty contagious, what could he say?

“I won’t, I promise. But I might be grounded forever if I don’t leave right now.” Huey said jokingly but Webby gasped seriously.

“Then get home Huey! OH WAIT!” She yelled before quickly finding a pen and a piece of paper. She scribbled something down.

“This is my address. I don’t have a phone so this is the next best thing.” She handed him the piece of paper with a smile. She seemed to smile a lot.

Not that Huey minded, of course.

“Thanks Webby, I’ll be in touch. Bye!” He said, feeling anxious to get home and try and talk Uncle Donald out of grounding him.

“Bye!” He heard her yell, only to be shushed again.

“Sorry!” He heard her say right before he pushed through the doors and out onto the sidewalk where he saw his brothers.

Both looked sweaty from being out in the sun for a few hours. Dewey looked the most bedraggled. He seriously looked like a hobo.

Louie looked like a guy that was very close to becoming a hobo.

Huey still smiled at them. They were his brothers, he couldn’t help it. They got on his absolute last nerve at times but he still loved them. Plus he was in a good mood now.

“There’s the lover boy! Making goo goo eyes at that Webby girl in there!” Dewey said, before turning around, hugging himself, and moving his hands up and down his back obnoxiously.

“Shut up Dewey! And Louie! You told him?” Huey demanded, embarrassed but not surprised.

“Naturally. Of course he beat it out of me. I came out of the library laughing so much that Dewey apparently couldn’t stand not knowing.” Louie explained with a smirk and Huey grumbled.

“Aw it’s alright Huey,” Dewey said with a grin. “If you’re feeling upset you can always talk to Webby about it.” Dewey made more obnoxious kissing noises.

Huey rolled his eyes and sighed, annoyed by their teasing. But at the same time, he didn’t mind it as much. Webby’s adorably goofy grin flashed in his mind.

“Look at that smile, Dewey,” Louie pointed at Huey while laughing so much he was basically wheezing. “He’s thinking about her! Oh, Huebert has it bad now!” Dewey started laughing along with Louie and Huey huffed.

“Alright you two idiots, you keep this up and I’ll just let Uncle Donald punish you how he seems fit.” Huey threatened and they quickly started pulling themselves together.

“Alright, alright, sorry Huey, we’re good. For now.” Louie said as Dewey was still trying to stop his chuckles.

Huey glanced at the address Webby had given him. Something about that address seemed really familiar.

Huey looked back up at his brothers and started walking. “Alright, let’s get home before Uncle Donald comes and finds us.” Huey said and he heard his brothers fall in behind him.

Huey pulled out his phone from his pocket and quickly typed in the address.

Huey held in the biggest gasp he had ever felt as the McDuck Mansion popped up as the address location.

Huey refreshes the page about thirty times and nothing changed. He triple checked that he had spelled it right. It was.

‘If this thing is right,’ Huey thought seriously. ‘Then apparently the McDuck family isn’t the only one with mysterious secrets.’

Huey put his phone and the paper into his pocket and smiled a little bit as his mind started to plan on he’d try to research on his own. Who knows? Maybe it might impress her if he managed to find out just who she is.

Huey glanced back at the library and he swore he saw a glimpse of a pink bow going down the steps.

He looked forward, completely ignoring the teasing of his brothers behind him.

He had at least one good mystery to solve now, and it mainly focused on a duck named Webby.

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(Ok so wow I didn’t expect this to end up the way it did but I actually kinda like it? I might continue this maybe XD Who knows? I certainly don’t but yeah, this is for Art! Happy late birthday Art!! Sorry I couldn’t get this to ya yesterday, let’s just say some incidents occurred lol x3 Hope you enjoy! Love ya my dude :P)