#fist option does not exist for the boy

[nerd-artist]

You know you got me, Aloy, just say the word.

[thealtoduck]

Parachute

Tim Drake x Riddler Sidekick!Male Reader

Warnings: Superhero violence, emotional conflict, Reader lowkey accepting the posibility of death (he dosen’t die tho)…

Summary: While on a mission from the Riddler you are shocked by the boy wonders investigation skills…

Part 1

Based on the song ”Parachute” by Caroline Polachek. One of the most beautiful songs i’ve heard.

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The wooden crate you were hidden inside rattled as it was loaded on to the cargo plane. Eddie had sent you on a mission to steal some new rare parts for one of his plans to outsmart the Bat.

Query and Echo had dressed up as airport workers and smuggled you in to the airport in the crate to be loaded on to the cargo plane. The rattling stopped and for few minutes it was silent, then the planes engines started making the crates vibrate.

You waited till the plane evened out and then you broke open the top of the wooden box and climbed out. You snuck around seeing if they’re were any guards. The coast was clear so you started breaking up boxes to find what you were looking for, eventually you found the parts you were looking for and started shoving them in your backpack.

Then you heard a voice behind you ”Riddle me this, how many Robins does it take to find out the Riddler’s plan and put an end to it?”. You turned around, sighed and stated grumpily ”That’s not even a riddle”.

Both of you took a fighting stance and he said ”The answer is one”. You scoffed and said ”God you’re a loser” and you attacked eachother sending quick punches and jabs at each other. The two of you had always been at a pretty equal fighting level but with different styles.

Robin’s style incorperated better and more polished technique and was more planned out meanwhile your’s used more brute strength and had an element of unpredictabilty. So the two of you usually ended up needing to outsmart the other to win.

You easily blocked and redircted each others attacks leaving you at a stalemate trying to predict your opponents next move. You thought you had a way to get the upper hand so you grabbed the crowbar you had used to break open the boxes that laid on the floor and swung it at him.

But he grabbed on to your wrist and squeezed it forcefully, you tried to jab him in the face with your other hand but he caught your fist. He twisted your arms making you drop the crowbar. He then gave you a kick in the leg making you fall to the ground and he pinned you too the ground.

Robin said cockily ”Not so tough now Y/n” making your eyes go wide. When you joined Riddler he had promised to wipe every trace of your existence making sure you were the only one who truly knew about your past and your real name, which is why he gave you the nickname ”Clue”, only you had the answer.

The prospect of Batman and his sidekick digging in to your past scared you. At first you uttered a shoked ”How do you know that name?” then shock and fear turned to anger making you yell ”How to you know that name!” at the top of your lungs.

Robin was caught off guard by your temper shift and you used it to rock your head forward, headbutting him on the nose. He lost the controlled grip of your wrist and you used an arm and ripped him of off you by his cape throwing him to the floor beside you.

You quickly started looking for an escape route suddenly remebering you’re on a cargo plane meaning you only had one option. You looked around and saw a parachute bag that you quickly grabbed and pulled on.

Robin had gotten up from the floor and was bleeding from his nose from your headbutt. He started running at you and you ran towards the closest airplane door. When you found one and put your hand on the handle Robin yelled ”Y/n, wait!”.

”Please listen” he said in a somewhere inbetween begging and commanding tone. You stood with one hand on the handle and glared at him giving the impression that at the slightest movement he made towards you, you’d open the door and you’d both be sucked in to the open air, falling to the ground.

”The winds are to strong it’s not safe, there’s no telling where they would take you” he warned you. ”How do you know my name?” you asked vemomously one last time. ”We did a lot of digging and we managed to track down your dad, your mom too… we saw where you grew up, we know how you ended up here” he explained.

You only stared at him. ”Please Y/n, we want to help you, we want to give you the shot you never got, all you have to do is surrender”. ”Sure, like i can trust you, i’ll go with you and when we land they’ll take me straight to arkham” you said.

”Y/n listen, i promise you that we want to give you the help you need” Robin explained. You found yourself thinking… you could leave it all behind, your life of crime, your past… gone as water under the bridge.

But to abandon Eddie, Query and Echo… they were more than just your team and they were never leaving the life of crime… sure you had once had a dream that the four of you could leave Gotham and just live a normal life together like a weird messed up sit-com family but you knew that it was just that, a dream.

You were so deep in thought you didn’t notice Robin inching slightly closer to you. ”They’d come to find me if i left” you stated. ”We’ll keep you safe, i’ll make sure of it” Robin answered. He held out a hand and said ”Y/n, please come with me”.

You looked at him for some reason you trusted him, even though he was your rival he seemed genuine. There was something appealing about the thought of a clean slate and a new life. You slowly reached your hand out towards his when a voice cut through the silence.

”Robin, we’re approaching the plane, we contacted Arkham, they’re making a cell ready” Robin’s communicator sounded out through the room. You face quickly turned in to a glare. ”Y/n, i promise it’s not what you-” he started but you quickly turned to the plane door and opened it making a strong wind blow through out the plane.

You spared Robin one last death stare before jumping out in to the open air. The blast of the wind was the only thing audible to you as you fell through the air, The plane was just flying out above over the water of the Gotham River.

You then pulled the ripcord setting of the parachute and you felt as if your body was jerked to a stop as the parachute deployed. Now you were slowly drifting towards Gotham. You looked to be out in the middle of Gotham River.

In a way seeing Gotham felt as if going home or at least the closest thing you had to home. The sparkling lights of the city from above was the most inviting you’d ever seen this hellhole of a city look.

Then you remembered what was waiting in Gotham, cops, Arkham and Bat-Clad vigilantes and all off sudden the winds changed blowing you back out towards the river. The water was probably full of waves and cold as ice, but you didn’t panic despite those unappealing qualities it still looked inviting, the waves were dark but sparkly from the lights of the city.

Then suddenly a strong winds started again blowing you back towards Gotham, towards strip malls, highways and treetops and everything else the city had to offer. It came closer and closer…

And finally you landed.

On the soft ground on the very edge of the city facing Gotham River, you untangled yourself from the parachute and took it off your shoulders. You didn’t know where to go or what to do now all you knew was that you needed a break from both vigilantes and the Riddler.

You went and found a motel to check in to and as soon you entered your room, you threw of your backpack, dropped on to the bed and quickly drifted off to sleep.

[disorganizedkitten]

Yes hi hello, I'd love to hear ur thoughts on the al ghul children

Hi yes hello I'd love to talk about them

I am so weak to assassin children you have no idea so anyway

The Al Ghul Children. Are so freaking TRAGIC and I can never get over them

So you have the baby generation which is Mara and Damian and Athantasia; then the original generation, which is Dusan, Nyssa, and Talia.

Attie straight up doesn't exist in most media but in the game(?) where she does she's Damian baby sister who was kept a secret until he couldn't go back to being with the bats. I think about her all the time. What did she know about Damian growing up? Did she ever want to meet him? How many times did she sit in the middle of the night and wish for her brother to do something unforgivable so he could come back? Or was she glad he was gone? The league canonically pits their kids against each other, did she grow up resenting him? Or, even if she liked the idea of him, did she resent him anyway for being the child who went to Bruce? Did she take up Damian's place in the duels with Mara?

Athantasia isn't used nearly enough for her potential she is blorbo-shaped.

And then Damian! Itty bitty baby boy with a sword and issues. I think so much about how he's naturally soft but he can't be because of circumstance. How many quiet moments were lost to blood, how long did it take for him to learn what a genuine human connection felt like? What if he never did? I've been around humans I love since I was born, and I still sometimes feel absolutely disconnected from them. How much superiority is covering for insecurity? We've seen him make friends, Maps, Colin, Jon, as the three I actually care about, and he likes them. Did he make friends in the league? What happened to them? Or did he just, for lack of a better word, imprint, on other assassins?

In a complete other fandom I'm propagating biting as a love language and Damian has that vibe too.

and MARA

Holy fudge Mara also sends me; being constantly raised not only as a weapon, but being told you're the second best weapon and that maybe you can gain more prestige if you beat your cousin in a deadly duel, except even if you do win you know you will never get the recognition you're trying for because his mother is favored and your father isn't

Were she and Damian ever close, or as close as they could get? Did they plan how to lead the league when they weren't trying to take each others' eyes out, did she ever meet Attie, did she take her anger on Damian out on Attie, is the red streak something she does to hide a lazarus streak or is it natural from her dad? Can she see out of her other eye? Where did she see herself in the league before Damian deserted? Is she close to her teammates in the fist or are they just the prettiest canon fodder Ra's could send?

Is there a part of her that is as relieved to be hunting Damian down as it is angry, because at least fighting him is familiar?

The older three also make me Feel Things but not as much as the kiddos.

Nyssa apparently survived the holocaust? And then Ra's murdered her kids and then repeatedly killed her and dropped her into the pits for... something? I don't remember if I ever learned why that happened, but it did and it's so horrid? Drove her to insanity, surprise surprise. I recommend Misericordia and it's sequel on ao3 if you want to cry over Steph, Damian, Talia, and Nyssa. And then the Nyssa Al Ghul & Tim Drake Tag, if you're feeling adventurous. I don't even know the NAMES of Nyssa's kids and that makes me incredibly sad.

Would they have gotten along with the other three? Would they have taken them and ran? Or would they train them, keeping their bloodline strong, and just quietly know that these are their cousins and they're so proud?

And Talia gets rewritten every other writer but there are so many options when characterizing her and they're so much fun. But also everyone else deals with her so jumping to the next one. I think Talia is also the youngest? Don't quote me on that

Anyway last al ghul I think too much about is Dusan. I can't remember if he's the oldest or the middle child but despite being Ra's' male heir he straight up got sent away because he has albinism? And then he fought his way back into his father's ranks under an alias? He went so far for approval and he's still overlooked, and his kid is considered second rate, even though he's personally considered to be terrifying?

How long did it take him to come back? Why didn't he stay away? Does he ever regret it, now that he's back in the league?

i just. There are lots. and lots. of thoughts about them. And I'm sure there are more al ghuls hiding somewhere for me to lose my everloving mind over but I haven't met them yet

the inherent hate of someone who has everything you think you want battling with the inherent love for someone who has gone through the same horrors you have

[anonymergremlin]

Hello~✨️i would like to ask for letters I,J and K with p and carlo(im sorry if it's so much) love your writing😊

(*crowls out(emerges from my hole aka the void Ahh… thank you and sorry for the wait… drops dead it's fine, no worries)

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Well dear, what is love? (Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me… no more~ bonks me into the void). Seriously, what is love? It takes him a while to grasp it, even after he gained some humanity. Just what is love and what kinds of love exist? He knows he loves his father, he loves the people at the hotel and he loves Sophia. But that kind of love is different from the love he has for you. You are more than just family and friend. He takes a while before he says it, but when he does, it comes out of nowhere. Probably after you told him you love him. I honestly think that at that moment he would understand his love.

Carlo Carlo Carlo. He would need a bit of time. Don't get me wrong. He loves you, I mean you are someone who truly cares for him. Someone who is there for him, but the way he feels for you is different from the way he feels for Romeo, the other person in his life who is there for him. Still… even though he knows he loves you, he will give himself time. He would never come out and say it, but Geppetto's behaviour towards him has influenced his feelings. He is a little self-conscious and afraid of what would happen if he said those words. Carlo is just a little scared, but when the time comes, he will say it with all his heart

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Hah! P jealous, hardly exist, not even after gaining humanity. He trusts you, and with good reason. You accepted him and let him choose his own future, to become human. But… does he likes it when someone flirts with you or touches you in a way that is way too friendly, then he will probably glare at them… a little bit… and I promise you, if they really, really cross a certain line… draws some really angry eyebrows on P's face He will make sure to stop the interaction mostly with a rational action like standing between the two of you. >Keeping you away from the other person, making it clear that they should stop and perhaps go away. Violence tho… is his last option, but he will fight if he has to.

Can I be honest? Carlo has a good amount of jealous energy. He is not a toxic jealous lover tho. He will not ask you 24/7 what you did today or say something nasty about it seeing you around other people. >Hell no that is not Carlo, but he will become more insecure. He might threaten someone with a fist in their face, if they truly flirt with you and don't stop. Talk to him, for real talk to him. Make it clear that he doesn't need to feel like this. He is a jerk sometimes, but Carlo is so much more. Trust me, there is beautiful man behind those broken brown eyes.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Before he gains some humanity it feels like you are kissing a stick instead of a young man. He is more like a training puppet for kissing than your lover. Stands still, doesn't move, has no real reaction (He's sorry, believe me). After gaining humanity? Well, instinct takes over. He leans into you gently, tries to find a good angle and makes sure he kisses you long enough. Also… he will try to surprise you with new types of kisses he has seen in drawings or read about. These are usually very innocent, even though those kisses on your neck felt… thrilling. Oh, and he loves kisses on the cheek. Kisses on the lips are on the second place, but kisses on the cheek, just to say something like 'good morning', to greet him or just to reward him, they are on first place.

Carlo's kisses are full of passion, as if his life depends on them. At first they're like P's, but as the relationship grows and he realises that you're going to be there for him… and he's going to be there for you… oh boi. He goes all in. One kiss is never enough, two is okay and three is just perfect. Carlo believes he has to make sure he sends his "I love you" messages with every kiss. In private, his kisses become even more intense. A kiss on the throat, a kiss on the shoulder, a kiss on the neck or a kiss on the… coughs coughs Perhaps spending time with a theatre boy like Romeo has turned him into a hopeless romantic too. Anyway, his favourite places for kiss are his cheeks and forehead. Kiss him on those spots to show your love and affection towards the young man.

[meepinmeat]

Progeny Of A Venus

[Dropping the Celestial origin lore for Celestino (WOOOOAAAHH GO FIGURE IT WAS IN HIS NAME THE ENTIRE TIME I'M INNOVATIVE ASF-) and playing around with the color options for the skin, my brain had its light bulb lit. WHAT IF- NO, DIONEL IS HIS BIRTH PARENT LIKE LITERALLY HIS DADDY. THE DADDY OF THE GREAT MAGISTER MERLIN. CLAIMING THIS HEADCANON LORE FOR MY MERLIN, CELESTINO!]

[So here's a sort of epilogue? Starter fic explaining Cel's origins as Dionel's offspring. Hope you likey, I'm no top-notch writer]

It was a choice unlike what they know of Dionel. Him? The one who drinks nearly all his free time, who would much rather use that time to kick back.. relax.. be carefree without having to put much thought and responsibility into anything else except of course, wiping the wretched Hypogeans from the face of existence. But it was still an unexpected decision on his end, for him to suddenly want to be a parent.

"Things have been dying down as of late. Most of my fellow Celestials do not see any further reason to be around for much longer. The war is over, the numbers of those foul creatures have decreased dramatically so to the point where it is manageable and sufficient that only a handful of us are needed to see to it that those remaining have their lives be dealt with." After clenching his fist for a moment, he takes a sip of his malt nectar brew from his golden goblet.

"Natheless, it does not change the fact that I am not particularly close with the current fellow Celestials I have with me right now. Not that they're bad company, no, don't get me wrong. But they're only.. good enough to be my acquaintances. United with the sole purpose of our duty bestowed upon us by Dura herself. However, I do not have a rather substantial emotional connection with my fellows. The mortals are good on their own as well, they revere and find comfort in me as I like myself be approachable to the mortals. I am much laid-back with them and I do not actually deem myself too good for them to not so much as to spare a glance, share my drink and conversation." He admits this is loneliness on an intrapersonal level. Something he doesn't expect to feel as a divine being who's lived many a millennia.

It's as if only now did it come to his attention that in his personal life that he doesn't have anyone to connect with on a more deeper and meaningful level. He doesn't need a crowd by any means, no. He only needs.. just one to worth his while, and what better way than to grab a bowl and find the most cream-of-the-crop golden wheat, milk and taken the finest silk taken from his cloth to mix together with his own hands and to finalise the process, he blows the breath of life into the mixture.

For what purpose?

To create another Celestial being. To... birth one into this world in hopes of filling the void in Dionel's heart that he just now knew of.

Then he heard it, the softest cry he's ever heard of an infant. So soft and mellow, just nearly above a whisper that it could lull another infant to sleep. His creation coming to fruition. His spawn.. his son. Gently, he grabbed the infant from the bowl and held him with the utmost care. Smiling warmly down upon the little one as it wriggled and quietly called out for comfort and nurture. "Do not fret, my boy. Father is here.." His voice soothed the tiny Celestial boy with milky fair skin and golden wheat blonde hair. His eyes just barely able to open but Dionel could catch a glimpse of those stoney-cold black orbs.

To him, the boy is just perfect. Marvellous, and atop of all, gorgeous. Truly the creation and handiwork of another Celestial, surely it must be made known and instilled upon permanence, "Celestino.. oh my boy.. yes, you will grow with mighty glory and grace." As if hearing those words, Celestino ceased his crying. Reduced to mere whimpers and cooing with tiny balled fists that Dionel couldn't resist lending a finger out and wriggling it into the boy's hand. With immediancy, he latches onto his father's finger. Hugging it even as the pale-blonde Archon walks off with his child in his arms, squished to his chest where little Celestino's ear was propped to hear his father's beating heart.

Already feeling that.. connection, love and warmth flowing through his entire being for the boy. That alone, elates their hearts to this very day.

[Celestino with his original coloration before he became a Graveborn. Before the Undead Archon came to be.]

(Dionel after giving birth to the greatest mage in all of Esperia with a basic ass cake recipe:)

[caroliimeh]

[Long post]

Being trans is so cool and fun and rewarding and I wouldn’t live my life any other way. There’s something inherently beautiful about crafting your own identity; about rejecting societal norms and prejudices and blazing your own path forward through this fucked up world we live in. I was raised religious; my dad is a pastor. I was always told that God makes no mistakes and that I should be content with the way I was created. But if there is a God, I like to think that they gave us free will for a reason - so that we as humans can share in the act of creation.

I’ve known I was a girl as long as I can remember. Up until a few years ago, I was too terrified to tell anyone. I’m so glad that I did. It was never a decision about whether or not I was a girl. It was a decision I made to accept what I knew about myself and begin to participate in the divine act of creation.

I’m happier now than I have ever been in my life. It’s not easy being trans, especially in the current social and political climate. Trans people are constantly being demonized, stigmatized, and bullied by so many in positions of authority. Every day the news shows a new story about how trans women are either biologically advantaged or confused men; or how the worst thing an AFAB person can do is cut off their boobs and “pretend “ to be a man. Not a day goes by where I don’t feel targeted or threatened; either by awful people on the internet, by people’s nasty looks at me just for existing around them, or from the government trying to make me illegal. That being said, it’s still infinitely better to endure all of that than to try and live as a man.

Being trans is awesome. Every morning I wake up and I feel lucky that I get to live this life. If I could go back and tell five-year-old me anything, I’d tell that frightened little girl that life does get better. That it’s okay to be scared, but it’s better to speak out and make her voice heard. That trying on Mom’s high heels and makeup in the bathroom with the door locked wasn’t a thing that most boys did. That, yes, being a girl is actually an option. It would have saved me so much trouble later on.

Being trans saved my life. It has saved many other lives throughout the span of history and it will continue to do so for as long as we as humans exist. To any trans people reading this: You are beautiful. You are validated. Your existence is not a burden on anyone who truly matters. Your story is not over. It is of the utmost importance that we do not lose hope in the face of prejudice and malice; instead, we must all support each other through times like these.

The poet Andrea Gibson once said, “I suppose I love this life, in spite of my clenched fist.” My hope for anyone who sees this post is that you will love your own life; and that you also will not be afraid, like I once was, to clench your fist in spite of the world. Exist unapologetically. Spread love. Everything will get better, I promise you. You are not alone in this.

[russenoire]

we like to talk about the kind heart beating at the center of mob psycho 100...

its eminently huggable and relatable main characters...

the surprising maturity and accessibility of its psychological themes, the tightrope it walks between pathos and absurd humor, the abundance of sensitive neurodivergent representation within, and—for a story with a predominantly male cast—its largely unsexualized and refreshingly real girls and women.

i could keep listing more aspects of this story that i adore, honestly. but for me, it was one specific aspect of the writing that struck me the hardest.

as a person who used to inhale film and TV criticism like folks in the US devour breakfast cereal, i live for subversions of tired, well-worn storytelling patterns (call them tropes if you must). MP100 is full to leaking with subverted expectations. but only rarely do i ever see a writer subvert a done-to-death pattern and then subvert the subversion.

studio bones and ONE's writing work together to pull this off in the fifth episode of MP100's first season. on my first watch, i had to pick my jaw up off the floor at what i was seeing.

this got... long... more below the cut.

first, a little bit of framework.

the concept of single combat drives much of the action (and comedy) in shōnen fighting series.

it simplifies the conflict between cultures, between ways of life, between ideals, to a question of who is stronger in a no-holds-barred match between two people. the answer decides the fates of whole nations, hopefully but not always spares both sides from further bloodshed, and it's older than dirt.

the cathartic appeal of such distillation is not entirely lost on me, but i also crave novelty and nuance? and seem to be aging out of the shōnen demographic as a result. 'my kung-fu is stronger than yours!' 'yeah? well, i'm fucking bored with attempts to settle this question with fists or magic and no longer care.'

i do not count MP100 as a fighting series; the story doesn't conflate personal growth with increasing skill at punching shit and would hold up as a coming-of-age story quite well without battles. while MP100 flirts shamelessly with many fighting series clichés, it actively refuses to commit to those it engages. it rejects this one entirely by story's end.

when teruki hanazawa first becomes aware that shigeo kageyama exists and shares his easy facility with ESP, he and the audience are led to believe that the two boys will enter into a showdown like those we've seen so many times before. they'll fight it out like the real men they'll be soon, and a clear victor will emerge from the wreckage in their wake.

shigeo, of course, is flatly uninterested and baffled at this stranger fighting him unprovoked. teru figures he can preserve his view of the world by simply bringing the boy to heel, just as he has with everyone else around him. even after the little blond chuunibyou twists him until his bones crack... waterboards him in the depths of black vinegar middle school's swimming pool...

[image ID: a teenaged boy in his physical education uniform of white tee shirt and red shorts is shown from the back and below him... at the very bottom of a swimming pool. he has been plunged in against his will; a barrier of sorts can be seen around his body -- his own defense against the middle schooler attacking him.]

demolishes much of the school grounds, wielding his spindly body as a wrecking-ball...

shigeo will not yield. nor does he indulge teru in his pointless lust for battle.

he doesn't see him as an enemy and, more importantly, doesn't want to hurt him. the child is painfully aware of how easily he could kill this boy, so he endures the abuse, though not without protest. i'd never seen a shōnen anime series that even presented refusing to fight as an option.

[image ID: a bowl-cut-sporting teenage boy in a white tee shirt with a red collar stands hunched over and facing his antagonist offscreen to the viewer's right, in anticipation of another attack. he is saying 'i told you to stop that.' in the background is a statue of a human figure with arms raised above its head in victory. it will soon be made to topple onto him.]

though shigeo refuses to play this game at all, the lack of damage teru is able to inflict on him with ESP and his concise verbal summation of the profound insecurity driving teru's behavior already prove shigeo's superiority. teru needs to feel supported and justified in this unwarranted attack on another boy just like him, and so he demands, over and over, that shigeo fight back... that he show his powers. but it never sinks in for him that he's seeing them in action.

in the end, teru gives up on forcing shigeo's submission with ESP and uses his raw physical strength to strangle the young kageyama... who then plays this trope straight and utterly traumatizes teru into adopting a different outlook on life. after he passes the fuck out.

with teru's one-sided, tragic attempt at a brawl between himself and another esper child, ONE sends up the entire concept of magical single combat so hard it hits low earth orbit.

to make abundantly clear just how ridiculous this shit actually is? shigeo strips teru naked, then drains him dry of psychic energy by way of his fucking groin (in the anime) for even forcing him into this. you know, just for the extra humiliation. the boy's already been shaven like a fallen samurai at this point.

and teru's need to resist the challenge shigeo's existence presents to his way of life? we are made to see just how much harm that resistance to reality actually causes.

shattered glass, crushed concrete, wrecked doors, busted faucets spewing everywhere and wasting water—the camera lingers on these in-story, real-world consequences. actual shōnen fighting series rarely address such collateral damage outside of personal vendettas or playing it for comedy. (the comic bits here are almost necessary to leaven the pathos we're seeing, and are inseparable from that sadness.)

teru nearly commits first-degree murder twice and causes major property damage i doubt he had the power to fix. don't you dare look away, MP100's creators say. we need you, gentle watcher, to bear witness. teru is wrong. THIS WHOLE APPROACH to conflict is wrong. look again. does this remind you of anything?

and shigeo doesn't get off the hook either, though i'm inclined to give him a pass because reasons. he summarily flattens the rest of teru's school, finishing the job, and launches it (and him) above the clouds, but at least murder isn't on the table? the child suffers greatly for this unconscious act of retribution and continues to punish himself for this madness for some time... even after cleaning up the mess they both made when he returns to his senses.

no one wins here. what is 'winning'? what is 'losing'? are we even asking the right questions?

this arc—but especially this 'fight'—is darkly, absurdly funny, thought-provoking, and one of the most heartbreaking and moving things i'd seen in a long time. it sold me on this story and keeps me coming back in astonishment and gratitude.

(this is an expansion of part of a recap i wrote for this episode. you can read it here.)

[themculibrary]

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Summary: The standard tale but with my twisted, little brain behind the steering-wheel; I have, however, spared grandma from being eaten... I’m nice like that : )

red and the wolf (ao3) - Merideath darcy/steve T, 2k

Summary: There are wolves in the woods, Stephen knows, with sharp teeth and golden eyes. With a mournful song to call down the moon. But still he slips among the trees, lets his feet stray from the well worn path. The wind carries the bite of winter as it tears autumn leaves from the trees; the shadows of trees hide patches of frost from the sun's warmth.

“The wolf is carnivore incarnate and he's as cunning as he is ferocious; once he's had a taste of flesh then nothing else will do.” ― Angela Carter

  A retelling of the fairytale 'Red Riding Hood'

Sleeping Bunny (ao3) - CeliaEquus phil/steve, pepper/tony G, 2k

Summary: '"Once upon a time, there lived a man named Phillip, of the House of Coulson. He had the outward appearance of a man of business; yet inside of him beat the heart of a warrior, and he was much admired by all who knew him, especially—" "Shut up, Tony," Rhodey said, hitting his friend upside the head.'

Phil has been cursed to look like a rabbit, and only true love's kiss will break the spell. But he isn't in love with anyone. Will he ever be the same again?

Strange Magic (ao3) - i_am_a_hog steve/bucky T, 1k

Summary: Sarah Rogers is a magic creature from Ireland. This is the story of her son who has powers he does not know about.

The Girl Who Was Happy And The Giant Who Was Not (ao3) - Lunik darcy/loki G, 2k

Summary: Once upon a time there was a girl who was happy and thought she knew how to remain so. And there was a giant who was miserable and thought he knew the way to happiness. They were both wrong.

The Path Beneath Your Feet (ao3) - StrivingArtist steve/bucky, bucky/steve/tony T, 44k

Summary: A Star fell, and in its wake, Soulmarks appeared. Smaller than a person’s palm, centered over their sternum, and a greater risk than when the Stars gave mankind Guilt, the Marks were to be Humanity’s eternal guides. The gift gave the Stars a way to direct their children. The Stars would watch, and wait to see what a person needed in their life. They waited to see what would bring them the greatest joy, then they could give them a token to find that path and keep them true. *** All three share a Mark.

But Steve and Bucky have each other.

And Tony has Iron Man.

the Witch and the Wolf (ao3) - Neutralchaos steve/bucky M, 151k

Summary: Once upon a time, there was a boy named Bucky.

This boy was like others you might know. He liked to fight wolves, pretend he was a knight, and wage magnificent wars against the most villainous of villains. He played knights and vanquished all the villains he and his friends could imagine. But then he grew up, and the villains vanquished him.

And there was another boy; Steve. He was not much like other boys you’d know, or maybe he is, depending on the sort of boys you know. Wars were not his ideal session of make-believe. He liked to befriend wolves rather than fight them. He was a boy, but he grew up long before he should have.

Adventures always start with kids like that. Bucky was the boy who took too long to start the process of growing up and then grew up all in one night. Steve was the boy who grew up much too quickly to have been a boy in the first place. This story might sound like it’s about just one of these boys, but that’s not really true. It’s not really about either of them, because to say that it’s about one of them would be disingenuous. Candidly, this story is about what they grew up to be.

The wolf and the witch that befriended him.

Will you be my Kriskindle? (ao3) - sirona steve/bucky, clint/phil, pepper/tony E, 21k

Summary: Just because he was a unicorn did not mean he had to fall in love and mate for life, and those assholes could suck it because Bucky Barnes was not going to let himself be paraded before the screaming public just to raise some cash for the forest, no matter how good the cause.

[treatian]

The Chronicles of the Dark One: The Delicacies of Time

Chapter 20: Survival of the Fittest

Now. Now was the time. If ever there was a more perfect time to find a loophole and slip away to tell the others about Zelena's plan, it was most certainly, without doubt, this moment! But fuck, that witch's desire was too strong! Even as he tried to find the free will to suggest that afterward he would return to his cage, that'd he'd detour but listen "eventually," he couldn't override her desire. She wanted him in this cage. She wanted him to stay in this cage until she had need of him. And so here he sat. A survivor of the evening, yes. But also a wealth of knowledge that he was sure the others needed to ensure Zelena didn't accidentally blow up the town with her insane ideas!

Fuck! What was he supposed to do now?

He sat back upon his stool in what must have been the early hours of the morning, Belle's necklace threaded through his fingers, trying to think through options he didn't have. The only thing that came to mind was…

"I want to talk to the Dark One who tried this once before," he muttered into the night, knowing that his words didn't fall on deaf ears. "The one who is so eager to share what they know."

Zelena had mentioned in her little history lesson that there had been a Dark One who attempted time travel. And ever since she'd started talking about it, there had been one prominent voice, jumping up and down like a child at Christmas. One who was eager to talk, and he didn't need to guess why that might be.

He didn't have the dagger to summon the memory. He wasn't in the Enchanted Forest to go to the forge as had previously been required, but suddenly he knew that it wasn't something he absolutely had to do. He had access to Nimue and Zoso in times of conflict. He was certain that in this time of great desperation when the memory of every Dark One in his head wanted to be free, he could manage to summon-

He looked up, and there he was. A tall and slender man dressed in the same robe Nimue and Zoso wore, the reptilian-like skin on his face that he'd once had. He was blonde…which didn't clash as well as the darker-haired Dark Ones, and was far less intimidating, but he wasn't here to judge hairstyle. He stood there in the corner of his cell, quiet and staring back at him, almost in shock that he'd come forward, but he'd known that he would. They all wanted their freedom, it benefited all of them for Nimue to send the unnamed Dark One forward.

"My name is-"

"I don't care what your name is," he responded, predicting the perfect response of a Dark One that could read his mind. "I want your memories. I want your work. Your thoughts. Is she right? Will this plan of hers work?"

"All magic is only theory until it's put into practice!" he responded eagerly, taking an invisible seat opposite him. Great…a scientist.

"I didn't ask about theory. I asked if she was right. This plan of hers, does it hold water?"

"It's hard to say until she tries it."

He slammed his hand back against the cage so it rattled, and the Dark One before him actually flinched.

Clearly not one of our stronger evolutions.

"Don't test my patience!"

"Yes!" he exclaimed. "Yes. Her desires may break a fundamental rule of magic. But her theory is solid."

"You're saying it could work."

"Nothing she said was untrue. But nothing is ever proven to work until it works."

"Boy!"

"Yes!" he answered, flinching again. "Yes, I'm saying that there is nothing to suggest it couldn't work."

He glanced away, Belle's necklace held firm in his fist as he considered those words. Those dreadful damning words. And when he looked back, it was not the unnamed Dark One who sat across from him. It was Nimue.

"We have a very serious problem."

"Do we?" she questioned. "Or do you?"

Oh, for fuck's sake…

"Don't start," he drawled, pushing himself to his feet.

"I'm tired of holding your hand, Rumpelstiltskin. We exist to do great magic, this would be great magic!"

"We don't know that yet. And weren't you the one just screaming that it wasn't possible."

"Knowledge is the hallmark of higher evolution. I've listened to my fellow Dark Ones, and I've changed my opinion. And perhaps I only said what I said to get you to take that dagger and free us, but since it didn't work, we might need to consider a consolation prize. We could go back in time."

"And do what?" he argued. "What's your plan? She's still got the dagger. Do you think she'll surrender it once she's succeeded? Do you think she'll kill me and take the power herself?"

"Anything is better than being a prisoner to it."

Once upon a time, he couldn't have argued against that. But now…

"I am the Dark One. There is no 'we.' You exist to help me now. And the Dark One does not exist just to do great magic, and you know it. But since we're on the topic, I'll remind you that the Darkest Curse of all was cast under my reign, I was the architect of that, not you, not Regina, not whoever Einstein was a minute ago."

Hey…

"Where is the glory if we go back in time and rewrite history," he pressed, ignoring the whine. "That particular claim to fame will be erased. Who will believe us if we tell the story? Who will believe the future we come from? And when there's no need to cast that Curse because I've got my son back, the son that you have repeatedly said made me weak…where is the glory for us? Where is the glory in letting that maniac take the curse? We are all better off with me at the helm, and you know it.

"We don't even know the way that time travel would work?!" he spat out with a small chuckle, not because he found it funny but only because he couldn't believe that he was the only one who saw how incredibly risky this was. "Would this timeline cease to exist? Would Zelena vanish because she hasn't been born yet? Would this body disappear, and I'd be born in whatever body I'd exist in at that time, or would there be two Rumpelstiltskins running around? Two daggers? Which one would we be a slave to?"

His mind was spinning. And he felt himself do what came naturally to him when he felt that happening, one of the few free things he was permitted to do. He sat down at his wheel.

"This is an absolutely ridiculous plan…" he whispered, wishing he had wool instead of just straw.

"We need a less ridiculous plan then, Rumpelstiltskin…" Nimue gave in, reminding him once more that he could think these thoughts all he wanted, he could know what he knew, but without someone to tell it to, without some way to tell it to someone, without action…it was dead in the water.

"I'm working on it…" he lied.

Nimue opened her mouth to argue, but at that very moment, the door to the cellar squeaked open, and light poured in. Was it morning already? Oh, how time could fly when it moved in the right direction against one's will.

"Fun's over, pet," Zelena remarked, coming down the stairs.

"Fun…is that what last night was…"

Zelena shot him a glare. If that same look came from Belle, he suspected it would have melted him on sight. Coming from Zelena, it was just…pathetic. But he didn't dare to speak that thought aloud. Instead, he just kept his gaze trained on Zelena expectantly and relished in the circles under her eyes. So, she hadn't slept last night either. Good.

"I'm sending you out on another little errand…since the last one was so fruitful. And this one I suspect you'll enjoy."

His stomach clenched in fear. Did she mean that literally? Or ironically? He could never truly tell with her.

"Oh?" he managed to choke out.

"I need you to fetch Captain Hook for me."

He held in his breath of relief. Literally. She'd meant he'd enjoy this literally. Though how she knew that, he couldn't tell. "Fetch the pirate, restrain him as you see fit, I don't have time for him to put up a fight, but…I'm sorry to disappoint, but you can't hurt him."

"I thought you said this was an errand I'd enjoy," he replied with a twinge of disappointment before he could catch himself bantering with her.

Zelena giggled. "There's my ruthless Dark One," she smiled in a way that made him instantly regret his choice of words. "Restrain him and bring him to me, but don't hurt him. When you have him, I'll meet you. But until then…happy hunting…"

[giacomettislament]

Hello! I have no idea if I’m allowed to send in another request because you already answered one, so feel free to delete this if you want to.

If you are willing, I was wondering if you could write about Cater, Rook, and Leona/Lilia (either is fine) where you catch/spy on them *cough cough* fantasizing about their s/o? Thank you so much!

two figures

“like now, keep your attention on me.”

cater. leona. rook.

content warning(s): explicit content, voyeurism, dubcon

—You can barely believe your eyes. Sure, you’ve heard of the stories of how absolutely nasty teenage boys can get when their hormones run wild, but the last thing you would have expected was for someone like Cater to be this shameless about himself. You feel like a degenerate creep, hovering mere inches in front of the door that he failed to shut and unable to deny the absolutely raunchy noises echoing around his room.

You weren’t trying to peep on him—but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away either.

“Hnnghg…! More, more- Harder-,” he whines needily. His pants are pooled around his ankles, and his beautiful green eyes glisten with tears as he frantically pumps at his swollen cock. His dick is huge, engorged on his arousal, and he fists himself violently as if he’s an animal in heat. 

It seems bad, you think to yourself. You’ve slept with Cater before on multiple occasions, but you’ve never seen him this desperate. If it’s to the point that he hasn’t even properly checked as to whether or not he’s closed his door properly, you can only fathom what kind of thoughts he must be having.

You watch with wide eyes as he touches himself, thrusting into his hand as if tomorrow doesn’t exist but slowing down every so often. Your stomach twists with lust at how pathetic Cater looks. Is he edging himself? He must be; his dick twitches with how close he is, but he always stops himself right before he does.

“(Y/n)... Fuck, fuck, I want (Y/n)...!” He cries out, rubbing his dick into his fist with renewed vigor. “It doesn’t feel good touching myself anymore! Only feels good when (Y/n)’s here…”

What do you do? You’re frozen there, as if entranced by a spell, but your rationale tells you to run, run and pretend you never saw any of this. But would you be a bad lover and bad friend if you were to lie to him and act innocent? Would Cater want you to be honest with him and help him out? He bites his lip and holds back his muffled sobs, and you swallow, your own body swirling with a mix of delicious guilt and heat building up dangerously in between your legs.

The choice is simply yours.

—Accidents are not a thing when it comes to Leona. He may be lazy, but he isn’t stupid. If something happens, it’s only because Leona wanted for it to happen. That’s what you tell yourself when you find yourself sneaking around the Savanaclaw dorm at night, unable to sleep. Peace is only an option for the strong and merciless in an institution for villains, and you aren’t sure if you’ve fully grasped that mercy yet.

“Shit… Fuck, herbivore, you’re so tight-”

Your footsteps pause right in front of Leona’s room. You knew he was a scummy man through and through at times, but the last thing you expected was for him to be fucking someone when anyone could hear. Curious, you tiptoe closer to the door, keeping your ears perked for what the sleazy dorm leader could be up to and to keep watch for any passerby.

Leona moans your name, and your blood runs cold. 

Is he- Is he masturbating to the thought of you?

“Gonna fuck ya good-,” he pants on the other side, “Gonna fuck you so good that you can’t walk for days. Fuck- Always running around all happy and innocent… You have no idea what you do to me… Shit, bet you’d look so good taking my dick in that wet hole of yours, stuffed and moaning for me…”

Your mind goes blank, and his words make your gut wrench with need. Surely, he’s noticed you in front of his door by now. His ears and nose are sensitive, and nothing goes unnoticed under his radar, especially your presence. You stifle your mouth with your hand, the horrifying revelation that Leona will most definitely catch you spying settling in on your helpless form. 

But would it be so bad? If he wants you this badly, if your body reacts this strongly to him, then maybe you have a chance of reciprocating…

As if on cue, a dry chuckle echoes from inside his spacious room.

“Don’t be rude and spy on me, herbivore. If you’re that intent on hanging around, you might as well come in and treat yourself to the real deal. If you aren’t a coward, that is.” Leona announces. Your blood runs cold again, but this time, you don’t tense up like a deer caught in headlights. 

You know what you need to do, and mustering up your brave face, you reach for his doorknob.

—Is spying on Rook even possible? You decide not, feigning to sleep while your boyfriend rustles around as if hell was freezing over. He knows you too well, knows your body when it's asleep and when it's not, and if that was the case, Rook is allowing you to see him in such a debauched state. He has the nerve to rub one out right next to you when you’re supposed to be asleep, but then again, he’s just the kind of guy to get off to being caught jerking off right next to your sleeping form.

Something hot and hard presses against your legs, and Rook buries his face in the crook of your neck. He thrusts haphazardly against the inside of your thighs, and your breathing shallows at the feeling of his pre-cum smearing across your skin. He inhales your scent deeply, and the laugh he makes sends shivers down your spine.

“Oh, mon ange…,” he trails off, drinking in your presence as if it were the finest wine, “You’re absolutely delectable… You tempt me with that silhouette of yours, entranced in dream, waiting for me to taint you with my sinner’s hands. Can you feel my lust for you grow? Oh, oh, the things I’d love to do to you…!”

Your sex clenches painfully around nothing, and a hot flash wrecks your body. Rook keeps thrust his dick in and out between your thighs shamelessly, moaning all sorts of rancid and lewd things into your ear. He’s clearly enjoying himself, knowing perfectly well that you’re awake and aware of all the dirty fantasies he’s had about fucking you until all you could think about was his dick carving its place inside of your taut walls.

You hate how badly you want this creep of a man.

His hands snake around your waist, pulling you close until you can barely breathe. You’re trapped—you’ve always been trapped when it comes to him, the eternal huntsman. He languidly kisses your jawline, whispering the obsession he calls love into your skin.

“You’ll be mine forever, mon amour… Let me sink deeply into your body,” he sighs, euphoric. “Let me become your sin.”

x

[genshinboys]

Thigh job with Genshin Boys - Xiao

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Fem reader x Xiao

When you enter your flat, a handsome but grumpy Yaksha is sitting cross-legged on your bed resting his chin in the palm of his small hand. He grimaces and shoots something that can be referred to as a death stare in your direction. 

Here we go again. You think to yourself as you close the door behind you.

„You are late.” He basically growls at you fixing you with another menacing glare.

„It’s nice to see you too, Baby.” You approach the sulking adeptus and lean in to kiss his forehead but, alas, he backs away and frowns in turn.

„Oh, no kisses then?” A smile on your face but a sneer in your voice makes his blood boil.

It is like a match in a powder barrel.

„Don’t play dumb with me, Y/N!” He warns. „I know all of your cheap tricks.”

You let out an annoyed huff. Arms crossed on your chest.

„Why would you even ask when I saw you following me all the damn time, hmm?” You accuse your boyfriend, gazing right into Xiao's averting eyes.

„I wasn’t follow-,” and then he goes silent knowing fully well that lying isn’t an option with you.

„So?” You nag, hoping for any kind of response. „No need to be this jealous, Xiao.”

„Don’t get weird ideas in your head.” The boy deadpans. „I’m not jealous!” He defends himself but it doesn’t sound convincing enough even for his own ears. He blushes and turns his head away.

You let out a sigh and smile warmly at your boyfriend’s pettiness.

Does he even realise how cute he is? You briefly wonder and then you reach for his silky hair and ruffle it affectionately.

It’s been a taxing, full of ups and downs journey since you met the haunted by karmic debt Yaksha. At first, he didn’t even acknowledge your presence. You were just another bothersome individual and he could not care less about your existence. It was unnerving. He was snarky, seething with rage for no reason, hiding his feelings for so long that it seemed to you that they were going to explode inside of him one day leading to his utter despair and demise. You got to know about his past and the weight of his karmic debt from Zhongli. You took pity. Somehow you felt compelled to help the boy, regardless of his repulsive demeanour. The golden-eyed Yaksha was of a different opinion, though. 

Xiao didn’t want you to get close to him. He couldn’t make any sense of your stubbornness. Why would you even want to have anything to do with him? Him? 

A barbaric monster, eaten up alive by remorse and regret. 

A blood-thirsty fiend whose sole purpose of breathing is to slaughter and spread fear wherever he shows his face. 

These were the thoughts so deeply engraved in his unfortunate soul that he couldn’t allow anyone to come near him.

He perceived himself as a hollow, barren of any human emotions vessel. The only feelings he was familiar with were pain and the burden of his legacy that he is forced to carry up to this day.

Bizarrely, as time had passed he was taken aback by some unfamiliar sensation of tightness in his chest. It wasn’t painful. Nothing that would come close to the distress caused by the divine will. It wasn’t permanent, either. It only happened in your presence, as Yaksha would hesitantly observe. Sometimes it got even worse. It would be accompanied by this fluttery feeling in the pit of his stomach. 

„Why are you this close? Huh? Do you have a death wish?”

„Move, I don’t have time to sit around and be idle like you do.”

„You have no respect for the adepti. Stop fooling around.” 

The more he pushed you away the more you were determined to lure him in. You couldn’t stop laughing when one day Zhongli informed you that the troubled Yaksha came to him to seek advice regarding this weird tightness in his chest and an upset stomach when you were around. 

And so, you smile fondly at your boyfriend as he yanks your hand away not liking the way you tousle the emerald green strands.

„I’m sorry XIao. I didn’t mean to be late. Just wanted to buy some jewellery.” You point to your thigh to get the adeptus’ attention back where it should be, which is you, not the wall.

Xiao glances at your thigh doing his best to remain impassive and uninterested. Unfortunately, his eyes widen a little and his mouth is somehow stuck hanging open as if he were to say something but the words never come out.

„You saw me bargaining with the shopkeeper, nothing wrong about that, right?” You explain to the adeptus currently captivated by the glimmering golden chain adorning your thigh.

Xiao has a lot to learn when it comes to dealing with his own emotions. You are acutely aware of that. He doesn’t know how to react, how to show that he cares or process what he feels. He doesn’t also entirely understand the purpose of half of the things that you insist on doing to him. Playful bites, tickling, holding his hand in public. He doesn’t question these actions even though it’s all a novelty. He does know for sure that it makes him feel flustered and all hot inside. 

Does he despise it? No. 

Would he like for you to continue? The answer to that question is definitely affirmative but Xiao is not going to admit it out loud. 

He also has no clue how to initiate all of these things. Is he supposed to bite you back as well? What if he hurts you? Everything is so overwhelming as he’s endured years of solitude and sadness. You have to patiently teach him everything from square one. Nevertheless, it’s incredibly rewarding and you find yourself falling for him a bit more with each clumsy kiss, a shy but warm hug and an awkward attempt at complimenting you.

However, despite being not well-versed in sexual encounters, Xiao does pleasantly surprise you by catching up with everything real quick. 

So, as his eyes are fixated on the trinket, you once again run your hand through his lush and long hair.

„Why would you even buy it? Pointless.” The boy retorts grumpily this time showing no signs of objection to your tender gesture. He moves his head up a little, losing himself to the tingling sensation going down his scalp.

„So that you can stare at me like that with those needy eyes?” You answer truthfully, barring the real intent behind your actions.

He snorts and his face turns into that lovely shade of pink and then deep red within seconds.

He would absolutely turn his gaze away if not for the fact that you take his chin in your hand and thrust his face upwards forcing him to look you straight in the eyes.

„If you don’t like it you can take it off.”

„No need.” 

You chuckle softly.

„Let me make amends for my delay.” 

You take a step forward and place your knee on the verge of the bed. Xiao drinks in the view of your thigh-highs squeezing into the meat of your legs. The chain shimmering lightly right above the lacy material.

„You can touch it, Baby.” You encourage the nervous Yaksha.

Visibly tensed, he reaches for the exposed skin and lightly traces the chain with his unsure fingers. It almost tickles but you let him do as he pleases and soon Xiao attempts to fully envelop your thigh with his greedy hand. He does cover half of it at best, but he seems satisfied and proceeds to squeeze it. It feels soft to the touch and he shivers at how warm and inviting your legs are in contrast to his icy-cold and sweaty palms. Bewitched, Xiao aches for more and he selfishly pulls you in so that you are now kneeling in front of him on the bed.

He stops breathing when you swiftly unbutton your shorts and undress for him. You let his eyes roam over your half-naked body for some time enthralled by the way Xiao’s pupils dilate in awe.

You lean into him as Xiao pulls you towards him for a messy kiss. It isn’t gentle as usual but full of passion and urgency. He whines when you bite on his lower lip but then you gently stroke him with your tongue to ease the discomfort.

Slowly, very very slowly, your hands go down his torso only to finally stop at the bulge in Xiao’s loose pants. You tug at the waistband and Xiao lifts his ass a bit to help you strip him naked. His penis, hard and heavy, resting now on his lower belly. He hisses when you palm his hard erection and that simple touch sends jolts of electricity down his spine. It leaves him intoxicated once you start gliding with the heel of your palm up and down the underside of his member. You repeat the movement and Xiao’s body jerks in response.

„Don’t tease.” The adeptus pleads through gritted teeth.

„I’m so sorry, Baby. Gonna make you feel real good.”

Xiao can feel himself growing impossibly harder when you place your feet on either side of his hips. When he looks down he can see your wet folds and the pinkish colour of your tight hole. Lying on your back, you prop yourself on your elbows so that you can look at Xiao’s face in the process. You scoot a bit closer to the confused boy, your bum is right in front of his erected shaft. You take his cock in your hand and guide him in between your thighs. In the beginning, you try to be delicate. You gently rub the tip of his cock, circle his shaft with your fingers and with a fisted hand spread his pre-cum all the way down to his pubic hair so that he is thoroughly lubricated. You wouldn’t like to hurt the boy during the whole ordeal. 

His breath is shallow. Excitedly, you clasp your thighs together and start playing with his dick. You rotate your hips and massage his cock. It slides in and out and Xiao growls feeling ecstatic. You exchange between rubbing him with your thighs or gliding your hand along his cock, starting at the very top and working your way down to the bottom until Xiao can’t stifle his cries anymore. A few more strokes and he is definitely going to beg. 

Xiao is on fire. It feels too good to be true and he wants this moment to last forever. He licks his dry lips and moans wantonly thrusting his hips forward. He meets you mid-way and the friction it creates every time he pushes his dick in between your legs leaves him gasping.

„You’re making me cum, Y/N.” He cries out for the last time before it is too late to warn you.

„Then cum for me, Baby.” 

Obediently, Xiao shoots his thick and heavy load all over your lower body. For a moment the world around him seems out of focus and it makes him dizzy. He pants heavily and can’t catch his breath. He feels as if he was drowning. But then, your loving arms envelop him and he is safe again. You gently stroke his chest hugging him from behind. He melts in your embrace letting his head rest on your shoulder. His erratic heartbeat slowly going back to its usual rhythm.

„I think it looks pretty on you.”

„Hmm?” You want the boy to clarify what he meant.

„The chain... Looks pretty.”

„Oh.” 

Shakily, he reaches out to put your hand into his and he squeezes them together. 

„I’ll never let you lose yourself again, XIao. I love you and I will protect you forever.”

Xiao recognizes the familiar feeling of tightness in his chest. A single tear rolls down his cheek but he hurriedly wipes it before you can notice.

„Shut up.” The boy responds angrily and kisses you breathless. 

Other boys:

Albedo

Diluc

Kaeya

Childe

Zhongli

Kazuha

[belovedmuichiro]

take this inotan drabble I made lmao

“What’s love?”

Zenitsu snaps his head up, surprised and quite baffled that those two words came from Inosuke’s mouth.

He gives the feral boy a funny look, but Inosuke has already turned his head like he’s preoccupied with the rocks in the dirt even though he’s the one who asked in the first place. Taking a slow, tentative bite of the rice ball in his hand, Zenitsu asks, “what do you care? I didn’t know you even knew love existed.”

The snarky reply earns him a swift rock to the head that he’s unable to dodge in time. He stands up quickly, ready to fight Inosuke like they always do, but he stops when he realizes how red Inosuke’s face has become. Zenitsu has only seen him like this once, it was when he was sick as a dog but refused to admit it. He squints with confusion, reading over his body language until his face lights up with a wonderful, embarrassing realization. 

“This is about Tanjirou, isn’t it?” He needlessly asks. He already knows the answer, he just wants to see Inosuke squirm a little. 

“No!” Inosuke snaps, shoving his discarded mask back on his head, shooting up into a threatening stance that only scares Zenitsu a little.

“It is!” He cheers, half teasing and half, well, happy for his friends? It’s a complicated feeling since he swears up and down that he hates Inosuke (even though he doesn’t), and he definitely doesn’t hate Tanjirou. Plus, he loves love! Well, whatever, he’ll be damned if he doesn’t milk this for all it’s worth. “I can hear your heart beating faster! You loooove Tanjirou!”

“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” 

The sudden roar has Zenitsu running for cover behind the closest tree, hoping it’ll somehow protect him from Inosuke as he charges at him like a real boar. Fortunately, Zenitsu has only learned to get faster in their years of friendship, so even when Inosuke does poke his head around, he’s dashing behind the next tree, moving so quickly that Inosuke can’t follow. He tries though, and all that results in is Inosuke slamming his head into the trunk hard enough to shake the needles off its branches. 

“Stupid boar,” Zenitsu mutters under his breath, crossing his arms and coming out in the open, “fine, I’ll tell you what love is so long as you stop trying to attack me!”

Inosuke stops and stares at him through the mask, and Zenitsu can tell he’s weighing his options inside that thick skull of his. He ultimately growls out a, “fine,” and sits down with his back against the tree he just hit. 

Deciding to trust his word, a decision he may regret, Zenitsu walks in front of him to sit down as well. As he does, he starts to wonder how he’ll begin to explain something like love, and realizes that this will be a very fun conversation indeed. 

“Love,” he starts slowly, “is when you have someone very special to you. Much more valuable than anything else in the whole world.” And that might be a solid starter, but Inosuke’s hand reaches up to touch the fur of his boar head and Zenitsu realizes he didn’t specify that inanimate objects are not the same. “For people!” he blurts, “it’s usually when someone makes you feel like that. Someone special.”

Inosuke stares at him again, probably glaring at him and bluntly states, “you’re shit at explaining things.”

He’s very lucky his mask is still on, because otherwise his pretty green eyes would’ve gotten a fistful of dirt shoved in them. 

“Will you just listen!?”

“Then say things that make sense!”

“Be smarter!”

Once again, Inosuke jumps up with every intention of beating Zenitsu into the ground. The blond throws his hands up in a weak attempt to protect himself from the attack he won’t be able to escape and yells out, “hey! You said you wouldn’t hurt me!” But… that kind of stuff usually means nothing to Inosuke.

Surprisingly- no, miraculously, he actually stops and sits back down, albeit with puffs of anger coming through the nostrils of his mask. Zenitsu blinks, slowly lowering his arms and listens extra close to Inosuke’s breathing just to be sure this isn’t some demon impersonating his wild friend. It’s not. 

“You’re really serious, huh?” He asks, perplexed by this side of Inosuke he’s never seen before. 

“Just tell me!” Inosuke snaps again, but with a little less bite this time, more like… he’s flustered. 

Zenitsu hums, he thought he was doing a good enough job with the first explanation, but things are always more difficult when you’re explaining them to somebody with very little concept of social customs. It’s like teaching a child… if the child could beat you within an inch of your life for saying the wrong thing. 

“Why don’t you tell me what you’re feeling?” he suggests slowly, gaining confidence as the idea forms itself in his head, “and I’ll tell you if it’s love.”

Inosuke lets out a low growl like an animal and Zenitsu prays he didn’t set himself off again. The growl trails into a firm, “fine.” Zenitsu lets out a sigh of relief. But… he does wonder if Inosuke knows he just admitted to having feelings for someone. 

“It feels like my heart is doing flips in my chest,” he sounds annoyed by it, “even when I try to move it around to get it to stop!”

Ugh, Zenitsu resists the urge to gag at that. Inosuke’s incredible flexibility is, quite frankly, disgusting.

“An’ I feel stupid when I’m around him! Like I’m sick or something! I hate being sick! But it’s not… bad. It just distracts me during battle! I wanna make sure he’s safe n’ shit, even though he really strong and smart.” He pauses to think for a second, and Zenitsu feels a little light-heated at the unintentional confession. Is it possible that he’s actually in love with Tanjirou? “An’ he does a lot of irritating shit that doesn’t even bug me! Even when he cries, it doesn’t make me mad and want to hit him like I do with you!”

“Thanks..”

“Sometimes he holds my hands and it makes it feel like it’s on fire.”

Zenistu damn near chokes on his own spit hearing that, his face twisting into pure shock and confusion, “you guys hold hands!?”

“Yeah? So what, you hold hands with the demon girl!”

“I like Nez-” he throws a cautious glance over to her box a few feet away where Tanjirou left it. It’s still an hour or so before nightfall, so there’s a good chance she’s not awake. “I like Nezuko, I’m trying to… woo her…”

Inosuke snorts, “you’re terrible at it.”

“Whatever. You can’t even tell Tanjirou likes you when he’s apparently been holding your hand all the time!”

“I’m going to kick your ass after this.”

“Please do, I can’t handle how oblivious you are.” He sighs again, then gestures with his hand, signaling and saying at the same time, “continue.”

Inosuke huffs, “I just feel like he’s the best person in the whole world, and I want to bite anyone that gets too touchy with him and be with him forever!”

Like a deflating balloon, Zenitsu’s shoulders fall with exasperation, wishing not for the first time that he didn’t have the dumbest friends in the world. 

“Inosuke.”

“Wha’!?”

“You’re in love.”

He expects him to yell again, but all he does is whisper a tiny, “oh.”

“Yeah.”

They stare at each other for a few seconds, not knowing what to say and kind of afraid of what the other person will do if they start talking again. Zenitsu opens his mouth to try and somewhat ease the tension, but he’s interrupted by the shuffling of grass and dirt coming from behind the two of them in their makeshift camp. 

“I got some firewood!” Tanjirou announces cheerfully, completely oblivious to the conversation Zenitsu and Inosuke were just having. He turns to the two of them, a little surprised to see them sitting together instead of fighting. “What’re you guys doing?”

“Nothi-”

“NOTHING, SENTARO, LETS GO CATCH SOME FISH NOW!”

Zenitsu whips his head back to Inosuke and makes a face that begs the question are you stupid? But Inosuke doesn’t notice, he scrambles to stand up and run down to Tanjirou, purposefully ignoring Zenitsu and his unhidden judgment. 

“Sure thing, Inosuke,” Tanjirou agrees with a smile, then looks to Zenitsu one more time, “do you want to come with us, Zenitsu?”

Not unless he wants Inosuke to smack him. “Nah, I’ll get the fire started here. You guys have fun… or something like that.”

Tanjirou raises an eyebrow in confusion but doesn’t press on the matter. “Alright, we’ll be back in a few! Come on, Inosuke!”

Inosuke cackle rings out through the forest as they run down to the river they saw a little ways away from the camp. Zenitsu pretends he didn’t see them holding hands as they went, but he smiles at the thought of it anyway. 

“Idiots.”

[kpopjust4u]

Life changing situations (Part 2)

If you haven’t yet read part 1, please read it, HERE. 

Post Date: 19th September 2022 Content: Angst - EXO Baekhyun x Reader x EXO Chanyeol (Mentions) WC: 2.3K TW?: Fuck Boy! x Mafia! Baekhyun/ Pregnant Reader/ Mentions of Abuse/ Mention of Violence/ Controlling/ Belittling Request?: Yes

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The threat of losing your own life, but your unborn child’s also, gives you no other option other than to do as Baekhyun says. Well... More like orders. That’s all he’s done since you’ve essentially become part of his furniture. It was like you weren’t even a human being at this point with the way he just orders you about, screams in your face and forgets about you until he needs a release. Even then, you’d refuse to open your legs back up for him despite his orders to, often receiving a harsh, stinging slap across your face. 

“You were happy enough to open those whore legs of yours for me once,” he hisses, standing tall over you as you gulped, but sticking your ground no matter what the consequences were. 

“That was before you knocked me up!” the sarcastic reply you give him should’ve been enough for him to throw more abuse at you, but all he does is walk away, slamming his office door in your face.

You drop against the wall, back sliding down it as your knees are brought up to your chest, as much as you possibly could with the bump that was slowly growing, making it merely impossible for you to do much these days. Looking down at your bump, you caress it lightly and tears prick at the corners of your eyes, making them sting as you whisper to yourself, hoping that the little life growing inside of you hears your gentle words.

“I promise little one, we’ll get out of here safe. You’ll never have to know what a piece of shit your father is, it’ll just be us, forever,” the tears fall down your face, too busy talking to your new reason for life to hear the sound of the door creaking open behind you.

Baekhyun looks down at you pathetically, arms crossed as a stinking smirk crawls onto his face, “Just you two forever, huh? Let’s see how that works out for you, don’t forget. Never forget, Y/N. You’re mine,” he mockingly coos at you, kneeling down at your level to pinch your chin to force him to look at you. 

You were his, huh? What about the multiple people women he’s been sneaking around with, despite having a woman who’s pregnant with his child? It was like you were just an incubator for the heir of his business, not that he cared much for the fetus with the multiple threats he’s made to rid of its existence every time you challenged him.

Stiffening your upper lip, you get to your feet, facing the man who’s caused you nothing but pain. At that moment, you wanted to reach into his pocket to grab the gun and run for your life, but where would that take you? Though you thought it would be impossible, he’d eventually hunt you down. 

Just before he returns to his office, his hand flies up and you flinch at the sight of it, cowering behind your arms as a laugh falls from his lips. “Just so you know, I have to go to this charity event in the week, and you’re my plus one. You better, and I mean you better, behave. You got me?”. The tone of his voice with each word made you shiver.

A public event? Showing up on his arm, four months pregnant? What could possibly go wrong? The sound of it was enough to make you heave, but you composed yourself before you embarrassed yourself in front of him, unwillingly nodding before scurrying to your room. 

Once the door was closed, you threw yourself onto your bed, sobbing with tears as you beat your pillows with your fist. Any hope that you had of being able to escape from his control, alive, was stripped away from you. The minute the other mafia boss’ and their gangs notice you with Baekhyun, you know you were going to be labelled by his name, and it made you want to throw up. 

The day comes when you’re forced into a tight-fitting dress that delicately outlines your bump, it was like Baekhyun’s plan to do so. “Never forget, Y/N. You’re mine” repeats in your head as you stared at yourself in the mirror, tears fighting to fall but you refuse to let them. “Behave...” you whisper to yourself, “Behave and you both live”. 

The loud bang on the door makes you jump out of your skin, Baekhyun invites himself into the room without an indication for him to do so. He leans against the door frame, arms crossed his chest as his eyes look at you, head-to-toe. A small, sadistic smirk makes its way onto his face as he reaches his hand out for you to take, “The car is waiting, let’s go”. 

What was that about behaving? It completely slips your mind as you look at his hand in disgust before pushing past him, storming away from him and to the front door. One of his men goes to grab you but a flick of Baekhyn’s hand commands them to let you be. It was safer to just let you have this moment, after all, you were being forced to go against your will. He had to be some form of lenient about it. 

The sick feeling you had all throughout the car ride just increased, and you were sure you were about to pass out in the back of the car. It would be better than having to go into the building, linking arms with him. The car ride felt like it went on for hours, giving you plenty of time to dwell on your life at the moment, to question everything and mainly to regret ever meeting Baekhyun. The man who tricked you, the one who seemed awfully too nice to be true and that’s how it ended up being. 

Just before you could even climb out of the car, Baekhyun grabs your arm, pulling you close to him, voice dark as he threatens you with his eyes, “Behave, Y/N. You’re here to make me look good. Don’t mess that up, or you’ll regret it when that thing growing inside of you exists no longer”.

At his touch and his words, you freeze up with your hand resting on your bump. For a moment, you felt as though you had died right there and then, clutching onto the only thing that was giving you hope for a better life. Luckily, this time, he didn’t need you to reply to him, leaving go of his grip on your arm, forcing a soft smile as he caresses your cheek gently with his hands, “You look beautiful, by the way”.

He was insane. Better yet, psycho. You were going to a charity event with a psychopath. You were going to have a psychopath’s child. These thoughts rushed through your brain the minute you could even let yourself breathe, trying to get out of the car without embarrassing him there and then with the other mafia boss’ watching the car from outside of the venue. 

There was one who caught you off guard, taking your breath away from you the minute you laid eyes on him. The tall gentleman towered over the rest of the mafia bosses’, even Baekhyun who you thought was tall. The gentleman’s hair was dark brown, pushed back a little and dressed in a dark navy suit, a little different to the typical mafia boss attire. 

Another boss broke your attention away from the handsome gentleman who flashed you a small smile. “So who’s this lovely young lady on your arm, Baekhyun?” he asked, and you were so focused on the tall one, you didn’t even realise Baekhyun had linked your arm around his. 

“This is my adoring girlfriend, Y/N. She’s a looker ain’t she?” Baekhyun scoffs with glee, but the false titling of ‘girlfriend’ made you sick in your mouth a little, forcing a smile on your face as you glared at Baekhyun. 

“Let’s have a good day, shall we?” another boss asked, opening the doors for you both to walk through. But all you could feel was all the eyes on you, and your bump, hearing the men whispering behind you as you walked through, “What’s the bet that’s the 100th girl he’s gotten pregnant?”.

The place was huge, people from the other mafia groups filled the room, talking and putting in donations to their desired charities. How could a group of criminals be so caring to even put a penny towards any of these charities? You’ve always thought they were heartless assholes who didn’t care for anyone but their own, but the shocking amount of money that was getting deposited towards each one took you by surprise.

Then you came across the table for donations towards women’s health care, which you fully understood was severely underfunded and mostly forgotten about. Not to any surprise at all, there were barely any donations made towards it and you didn’t have to ask why. Your situation with Baekhyun was evidence enough as to why they’d completely disregard that.

Talking of Baekhyun, he was no longer linked on your arm, nor was he anywhere to be seen. You wondered if there was any chance you could make a deal with him, donate to this charity and you’d forever do as he says. But that would be pushing your luck a little too much for someone who knows nothing but himself and his needs. 

Whilst unwillingly trying to find the man who brought you here in the first place, you bump into the gentleman from outside, cursing to yourself at first not realising who it was. Once you looked up at the man who towered over you, apologies came flying out of your mouth, knowing that you’ve probably messed up big time.

“Oh, I’m so, so sorry, sir!” You whimper as you shyly take a step back as if to run for safety if needs be. Though when you find yourself standing there in front of him, captured by his charming smile, you couldn’t move.

“No need to be sorry, are you okay? I didn’t hurt your bump did I?” his voice was soft, a little deep and raspy but it was so attractive. You almost forget what he asks you, getting lost in those dark eyes of his.

Looking down briefly, gently caressing your bump, you shake your head in reply and completely ignore the pain in your right side as you try to straighten yourself up, “I’m not hurt, we’re not hurt. Thank you”.

“Could I offer you a drink? Non-alcoholic, of course,” at this moment and time, you could use a stiff drink, however you decline his offer anyway despite how nice he was, it could be another trap. Just like Baekhyun was the night he knocked you up. 

“Whats-” you go to ask him about his name, but get interrupted by the loud, familiar voice getting extremely close to you, grabbing at your waist and a low growl escapes his lips, “Chanyeol”.

Baekhyun appears next to you, holding a drink out for you to take from him, “Here you go, darling”. Again, you thought you could’ve thrown up all over him with the fake relationship stuff that he was spurting, the nicknames that made you shiver in disgust.

“Baekhyun,” Chanyeol returns what could barely even be a greeting, their eyes closing slightly as they stared each other down. You weren’t sure if this was joking around or if they seriously had something negative going on between them.

Then that was it for the interaction between the both of them before Baekhyun drags you away, practically pushing you ahead of him out of Chanyeol’s sight. For someone who always had something to say, Baekhyun said nothing. Just his eyes focused on Chanyeol who glared right back at him.

You thought it was best to keep quiet, and practically out of sight as you took a seat in the corner of the room, your back aching so bad. Baekhyun stood next to you, a hand firm on your shoulder as he sips from the drink he’d picked up on the way. 

A moment goes by and his mood suddenly changes, putting his hand out for you to take, barely giving you a chance to take all your weight off of your feet as you are forced to join him in the midst of the crowd again. 

However, due to the number of people trying to swerve between each other, you’re pushed side to side, almost falling straight onto your face as Baekhyun catches you, your drink being forced out of your hand as it falls all over his suit. Not now, not here, please. 

Once you managed to balance to your feet, you rush to take the napkin out of his pocket to clean him up, but his hand flies across your face, slapping it so hard that it stung and brings tears to your eyes.

“You stupid bitch! This suit is fucking expensive!” he bellows, yanking the napkin out of your hand as you step back, clasping at your cheek as you fight the tears that make break down your face, “You’re nothing but a useless whore!”.

The whole place stops to a halt, watching everything that’s going on in the middle of the floor between the both of you as you try to stick your ground but fail, your hormones pushing you over the edge as you’re unable to do anything but cry. 

“You’re nothing. Nothing!” he screams, forcefully grabbing you as he pulls you out of the venue, throwing you onto the side of the street, “You’re lucky we were surrounded by loaded guns, or I would’ve done worse to you”.

After crashing onto the floor, you cry out in pain, clutching at your bump as you just about manage to sit up on the edge of the curb, unable to look up at him as he storms off. Leaving you behind on the curb, where you’d wished he’d left you back months ago. 

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[stansethandpaul]

Jealousy Jealousy (rewrite)

Angst -> Fluff: Embry Call x GN!reader

Summary: Embry gives y/n a slap in the face about reality after they constantly sulk about Bella.

A/N: I'm much more content with this one and I actually might end up deleting the other one, sorry about that. I actually took a lot more time editing this and didn't write this when I was burnt out compared to the other one! I'm just overall way happier with the other one because I knew that the other one wasn't my true capability.

warnings: angst (that's all I could really think of tell me if you see anything else!)

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Ding!

Ding!

Ding!

Constant notifications vibrated Jacob's phone as we sat on his couch together watching the movie on the screen. I shot him a look of annoyance, signaling him to check his phone which he did swiftly. His eyes shot open in surprise before he shot up from the couch and throwing on a shirt and shoes, hopping out the door as he attempted to put the last shoe on.

"Sorry y/n! Bella just told me she was free, you know what it's been like for her!" He hastily shouted out before sprinting down the gravel driveway.

"Bye!" I shouted back, trying to hide my disappointment.

I grimaced at the situation. On one hand, I knew how the sudden disappearance of the Cullens devastated her, especially Edward's sudden abandonment but this happened way too many times. But on the other, Jacob was like her puppy dog now, it was like I wasn't even his friend anymore, it was like our friendship meant nothing.

Knowing that Jacob wouldn't be back anytime soon, I got my stuff and locked the door behind me before driving over to Emily's place to surround myself in the livelier company.

"Sup y/n! Missed me didn't ya!" Jared boomed as I opened the door to which I replied with a "you wish". I chuckled at his dramatic pain as he pretended to hold his heart, eyes shut and face contorting.

"Know where Embry is?" Questioning the dramatic boy as I peered around the room to see if I could find any trace of the lanky boy, no luck.

"Finding your loverboy huh? With the deepest of regrets, I must inform you that he was put on patrol today." He said, mocking my curiosity over Embry's whereabouts. I stuck my tongue out at him to tease him before flipping him off and leaving to the porch to await Embry.

"Knock it off Paul, it's not what you think"

"yeah sure, and if it wasn't what I HEARD THROUGH THE MINDLINK then I don't know what else it could have been"

Their voices permeated through the thick fog as their silhouettes came into view, Paul's muscly tall physique was seen locking an arm around Embry's tall lanky but lean body.

"Aw buzz off Paul," Embry said as he struggled to get Paul's arm off of his neck. He laughed at his struggle before letting go as he noticed me, shooting Embry a smirk to which a slight blush came onto his face, only noticeable as they got closer. Odd.

"Sup Paul," I smirked at him before turning my attention over to Embry.

"And hello to you too wolf boy," teasing him to which he shot a glare at me before attempting to stifle his laughs.

Paul said a prompt bye before jogging into the house to fill up his appetite whilst Embry sat down next to me, his body warmth radiating. The cold air nipped at my skin, pushing me to get closer to the much warmer boy as I swung my legs into his lap and resting my head on his shoulder.

"Jacob left again?"

A sigh left my mouth at his obvious question.

Closing my eyes promptly, I answered with a short nod. A response that showed my true feelings after all these times of being blown off by Jacob.

We sat in silence, my eyes closed as I felt his shoulders move up and down in a rhythmic motion, lulling me to sleep almost. The deafening quiet seemed to almost suffocate us before I decided to talk.

"I don't know what to do anymore Embry, I'm always there for him when he needs me but, he runs to her at the drop of a hat or more like a single text message," I grumbled, reminiscing about the times Jacob's left me in the dust for Bella, excuses sprouting up.

"Why does everyone in this town seem to be so infatuated with her," expecting no response I kept going.

"Is it because she's Charlie's daughter? Hell if I was his child Jacob would be all over me too right? I'd be the hot topic of town too, people staring at me wherever I go, being suddenly accepted by the Cullen family and Jacob. I'd really have the best of both worlds wouldn't I?" Scowling at my own questions, I turned to Embry for answers.

"Am I not right?"

Silence.

"Helloooooooo, Earth to Embry?" I said, poking his cheeks with my finger. His brows seemed to be furrowed together, eyes lost in thought, his attention elsewhere.

There seemed to be no response from him to which I huffed and turned back to stare at the fog rolling in.

Closing my eyes to embrace the serenity once more, his lulling voice startled me.

“I don’t think it’s true.”

I turned my head towards him, curiosity piqued by his response.

“Let’s be real Embry, I’d have the best time of my life if I was Bella fucking Swan. Every guy would love me, all the attention would be on me and I wouldn’t be a second option again. Hell, I’d even be able to actually confess to my crush without fearing rejection.” Bitterness laced the last sentence as I satirically spoke my mind. Looking at Embry’s hands and wishing they were embracing mine, the sudden gesture of his fist clenching as his knuckles turned white shocked me, he was mad.

“God y/n, why the hell do you always need to compare yourself to Bella? She hasn’t even done anything to you. It’s always Bella this Bella that if I was her blah blah blah. Get over yourself, you’re not her and you won’t ever be. Learn how to appreciate yourself and live YOUR life and stop moping around. So what Jacob runs to Bella each time, you have Jared, Emily, Paul, and everyone else.”

A long silence suspended in the air.

“You have me and you come running, you never see the other people around you cause you’re too busy complaining. You can’t even see how much I love you cause you’re so stuck up about being Bella and being Jacob’s priority aren’t you?” Finishing his sentence, he proceeded to get up before walking away. Stopping before reaching the woods, his back faced to me, he spoke simply.

“Find me when you can learn to be y/n and not Bella.”

His form morphed before running into the woods on all fours, leaving me stunned. After a brief moment, tears flooded my eyes. I never got to tell him that I do like him, I never got to tell him that I just want his attention, I just wanted him.

Thoughts spiraled in my head, I was jealous of Bella for sure but I was jealous because of the attention she was given. I just wanted Embry to treat me like she was treated, I wanted to be special to him.

I ran home, I ran because I was scared. I was scared I wouldn't be able to look at him properly.

Weeks passed as we ceased to talk, and I ceased to exist in the small town of Forks. Or so I thought.

I groaned as heavy knocks assaulted my front door, I picked up the phone looking at the time. Who the hell shows up at someone's house at 4am?

Throwing on a sweater and sweats, I dragged myself to the front door, the cold hardwood floor seemingly repelling me from ever making any progress. I swung the door open, grumbling as my eyes were half open wondering who it was.

Jacob Black.

Mentally sighing, I invited him inside from the pouring rain, he seemed devastated.

He sat down after he changed as I made him some hot chocolate to comfort him.

"She chose him y/n, he came back and she chose him over me. She drove to Italy for that stupid bloodsucker." His cracking voice was more than enough for me to grasp his frustration and devastation.

"I dropped everything for her, I did everything for her y/n. And she still chose the guy that skipped town huh?" Laughing bitterly at the situation, I stared at his cup before handing it to him.

"Maybe if I was better than Edward I would've won this stupid fucking battle," his words escaping his clenched teeth. He was like me, we were jealous of someone, someone that seemed to win everything, someone that we were not. The words spoken to me by Embry were words I carried with me even as I was moping over the whole situation.

"Stop comparing yourself to him, Jacob. You're not Edward and you won't ever be him. You're so insistent on being better than Edward or being Edward that you can't even see what's in front of you. I was always here for you Jake, I was always here but you treated me like I was a second option. You left me in a heartbeat for her but you never had time to spend with me, not even five minutes, when you were with her," I too chuckled bitterly at the ironic situation, me and Jacob were similar in many ways.

"Learn to live your life, don't live it for her or because of her, learn how to live it like you want." Those words seemed to resonate deep within both of us. After finally speaking those words, I realized that I was ready to live my life as y/n, a citizen of the small city of Forks, and not vying to be Bella, the new girl to forks.

I stood up, putting on shoes hastily before grabbing the handle. I could sense Jacob's attempt to stop me and apologize for his treatment but I knew better.

"It's ok, I know you're gonna apologize. I'm not going to accept, I want the Jake that will care and treat everyone with the same importance that you had for Bella. Come to me when you're ready, but until then I hope you grow and learn how to live your life."

I paused again, one foot out of the door.

"I have someone important to apologize to, someone that didn't leave me in the blink of an eye."

I hurriedly shut the door behind me before running to the woods, my lungs burning and legs aching as I forced myself to my limit. I ran and ran, visions of the houses slowly turned to trees, the crunching leaves under my feet reminded me of the days we would all run through the woods.

My breathing became labored as I was reaching my breaking point but it was close, our place was close. Then, in my distant vision, I could see it. That one pine tree, seemingly normal to many, but to me, it held our memories. The initials only reassured my assumption as I knew that he would be here waiting. As I got closer to the tree, my legs gave out under me, sending me tumbling to the ground whilst tree branches scratched my arms and ripped a hole in my pants.

"EMBRY! EMBRY I'M HERE PLEASE!" I shouted into the dark forest, eyes tearing up once more as I pleaded.

"I LOVE YOU EMBRY CALL AND I'M SORRY I WAS TOO BLIND TO REALIZE IT!" I shouted once more before crumpling closer to the ground, my tears now fully flowing and hitting the dead leaves below.

Maybe I took too long, maybe he moved on, maybe I was too jealous of someone to even realize his love.

As sobs continued throughout my body, the hope of him ever coming was diminishing.

I was too late.

Suddenly, I felt a pair of strong but warm arms wrap around my waist and pulling me up.

"Shhh, it's ok I'm here now."

That voice, I looked up to see Embry's face which held a dorky grin. I threw my arms around him as sobs still left my body, the emotional rollercoaster was far too much for me to handle.

"I-i'm s-s-so sorry Embry, I was too focused on trying to be Bella that I-"

"I know, I know, I heard it all," shushing me as he rubbed circles on my back consoling me. After what felt like hours in his embrace, I finally calmed down and only tear stains remained.

I finally lifted my head to meet his eyes properly this time, he stared back with tender eyes.

"You finally learned how to live for you huh?" He asked, not expecting an answer to which I was oblivious.

Before I could respond, he pressed his lips to mine. I didn't try and fight it and melted into it instead.

I was blind to be jealous of Bella when I already had something that she fought to keep.

Smiling mentally, I wrapped my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.

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[perseusjackson-jasongrace]

look i didn’t want to be a sour kid

god, it's brutal out here: and percy jackson knows what that means. scars on his body like pulled threads. calluses on his palms from pens that turn into swords, coins that turn into weapons, hands that curl into fists. walking home after an annoying day at school and having to fight the troll on the bridge. you must give me something in order to pass my territory. he gives it death. it gives him another shirt to wash blood stains out of. gods with too much arrogance giving him quests with too little return policy. body that doesn't want to cooperate after he blows up a mountain. body that wants to move too fast when he needs to follow a plan. heart that gets broken and rebuilt with different materials every day. god it’s brutal out here: and percy jackson knows it’s brutal in here too.

traitor: and percy jackson has never felt a word more like a branding in his entire life. he thinks back to the summer he turned thirteen and he sees scorpion tails flashing behind his eyelids. and he sees blonde hair and sometimes he can't differentiate between her and him and them and him. and he sees a scar and he wonders if the cut was deep enough to lose goodness. and he thinks maybe he wouldn’t have minded so much if someone had just told him what was going on. and that makes him a traitor too. and he sees it now, how easily he would succumb to the scorpion tail. how he would welcome the bliss of losing his goodness. who’s to say it’s true goodness anyway? and he remembers the red curls and the summer of beach walks and glass houses and the look of betrayal when plastic hairbrush meets yankees cap. is he a traitor then? to his own feelings? surely not. must be. neither of them liked it. he liked them. traitor, but to who? and remembers the day he left a girl on an island and promised to help her and couldn’t in the end. he remembers eyes of fire at his incompetence. and he is a betrayer. but only to others. traitor: and percy jackson thinks he’s never really betrayed anyone but himself.

got my driver’s license: and percy jackson is growing up so fast his limbs can't keep up. one leg is slightly longer than the other and it makes him clumsy. his left hand is bigger than his right and he uses it to punch. he flies a pegasus for the first time and he understands why mortals are always so angry. they will never know this unbridled freedom. and he gets kissed by a girl and he thinks his skin understands the heat of the sun. and his hair becomes curls instead of waves and he has to clip it> push it> tie it back because it keeps getting in his eyes. and his mom asks him if he wants “blue cake this year?” and he has to tell her he’ll never be too old for it because she’s scared he’s going to grow out of her love. he is not. and paul teaches him how to read a book without feeling like his eyes are drowning and he can’t believe he’s learning to read in high school. and he is moving through the days like water, finding a way around everything. got my driver’s license: and percy jackson knows it’s only a matter of time before he gets a death sentence too.

it’s always one step forward and three steps back: and percy jackson is waking up with no sense of who he is. he is carrying a goddess on his back and he doesn’t even know who his mother is. he is stepping across a river and erasing the curse of indestructible. he is again a demigod with too much vulnerability and not enough care. and he is being flung to an island where time doesn’t move and he doesn’t want to either. and he is healing like he never has before. and he is leaving and not even the girl who loves him can keep him there because he loves another girl and she doesn’t know she loves him back. and he is taking the sky from a friend and he is giving the sky to a goddess and he is leaving a hunter to see the stars and he is watching a new hunter evade the fate they are cursed with. and he was relieved from this burden for one brief second in time. burden of what? burden of sky? burden of prophecy? burden of death? and they are all handed back to him, presented with no other option. they are not the weights in the balancing scale. they are the scale and he is the weights. one step forward and three steps back: and percy jackson wonders if he can go far back enough to erase his own existence. 

i know you get déjà vu: and percy jackson is hurtled to summers spent in a camp, next to a girl, next to a satyr, next to a friend. and he is living his life in montauk with his mom and he is watching red hair fly in the wind, paint smudges on their  skin. and he is remembering how everything is different every year but he can still see the fire wall from his cabin and the smell of wild strawberries is the only thing his scent receptors know how to identify. and he knows solstice could bring death or happiness and he’s starting to think one doesn’t exist and one exists too much. and he sees people who love him and show it in ways he knows. blue candy has never been a complicated feeling. and doesn’t see people who love him in ways he doesn’t know. seaweed brain, let me come with you into the labyrinth, become praetor with me. and he thinks his childhood disappeared the day his mother was kidnapped and is it possible to have déjà vu if you’ve never lived enough to experience something once. and he thinks maybe the god of the sun gets déjà vu every time he pulls the star across the sky because it’s all about warmth isn’t it? your body’s way of saying we’ve been here before and we survived. i know you get déjà vu: and percy jackson is sure he has lived a thousand lives in this one alone.

good for you: and percy jackson is craving a life that doesn’t involve this madness. he is jealous of the kid in his science class that accidentally knocks over the bunsen burner and only gets a disapproving look from the teacher. his nose bleed starts a war. he is jealous of the neireids that simply become the water and wait for the world to stop burning itself to the ground. you look happy and healthy and he looks like he’s missing five years of his life and no way of moving forward. he is tired and he wants to sleep but the last time he did that it was six months later and he couldn’t remember anything. and he wants to sink to the bottom of the ocean but he is still exhaling mud because he drowned in sludge once. and he is too young to be this exhausted but. good for you: and percy jackson wants to become the villain.

all i ever wanted was to be enough for you: and percy jackson is struggling with the expectations people who don't know him want him to have. he is twelve and the teacher hands back a test face down and he knows he’s going to shove it into the pit of his bag before he can be scathed by a red pen. he is thirteen and his mother has finally given herself the hero ending she deserves but he is still this little kid who doesn’t know how to handle the world and if she doesn’t need him to protect her what is his purpose? he is a teenager watching people have silent conversations about his fate and getting no replies when he asks too. as if it is ridiculous to involve himself in these discussions. he can't be the one, it’s not possible. and wait she is here, from her tree grave. no, she is gone, to her hunter fate. wait they are here from their timeless casino. no she is gone and he is young. far too young. and he can’t do this and he can’t do that and he isn’t there yet, not powerful, too reckless, too loyal. the monsters realise his potential and use it to hurt him. the people don't realise his potential and wish he would use it. all i ever wanted was to be enough for you: and percy jackson is too far gone to be of use.

i hope you're happy, but don't be happier: and percy jackson cannot fall in love unless it’s with her. and he has seen the beauty of people and he wants to keep them all close and he doesn’t know how to do it because she keeps him in her grasp. deathly afraid of spiders she says but she has built a web so big he can't move without getting caught. and he goes to a scorned girl on a secluded beach and he likes the way her eyes sparkle in the sun, how she plants the same way his mother does and he leaves her there because she doesn’t have a storm in her gaze. and he loses his memory and remembers only her and he knows it’s inescapable. and maybe he kind of loves it. nobody has ever really given him a choice anyway. at least this one he can love. i hope you're happy, but don't be happier: and percy jackson has never known happier anyway.

jealousy, jealousy: and percy jackson is surrounded by the best. he is in a camp dedicated to people like him and he is still at the bottom. and he is on a quest that makes him the main perpetrator but he is still being puppeted along. and he cant help but wonder if he will turn out like the boy with the scarred face. and he cant help but wonder if he’ll turn out like the girl who grabbed a figurine. and he can't help but wonder if he’ll become a monster or a hero and what’s the difference really. everyone is fighting for a cause. it’s just the matter of whose side you're on. and he wants to know what will happen if he just lets go. he wants to be like the people who follow their cause. instead he is doing biddings. he is following orders. he is making things right. jealousy, jealousy: and percy jackson wants to know if he can be jealous of his own dreams.

i hope i was your favorite crime: and percy jackson is a little kid with a long record. he is on the news plastered as a criminal endangering others, blowing up a bus. it is not the last destruction he causes. he learns to get clever about it. and he is on the news sobbing about his generous stepdad. generous about the bruises he administers, and the words he spits. generous about his appliances. and he is on the news for jumping off a bridge too high to survive. and he doesn’t really know if he will survive but when is he ever really sure he’s going to survive anyway? at least this was a choice. and he is always a criminal unable to plead his innocence. i hope i was your favorite crime: and percy jackson wonders if anyone cares about the injustices against him. 

you're okay: and percy jackson is staring at his reflection in the rippling water and he knows it’s time to forgive himself. he was just a child. with far too much responsibility and far too much guilt. he had seen death before he’d had his first kiss. he had felt pain before he felt comfort. he had never known safety. and now he is old enough to go wherever he wants and do whatever he wants and he has to forgive himself first. because he was just a kid with a hundred targets on his back and only a fierce need to survive protecting him. you’re okay: and percy jackson knows he will be. 

[sundaysundaes]

Thirst

Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader | Smut, Fluff | 3.8k | Vampire AU

Summary: You have walked the earth for more than a hundred years but your eternity finally means something the second you meet a human boy with smiles brighter than the sun.

Warnings: Vampire!Reader X Human!Hyuck, unprotected sex, blood sucking

“Wait, ah…” 

You pull back at the sound of his voice, fingers squeezing his upper arm. “Nervous?”

Donghyuck throws his head back and runs a hand over his face. He averts his gaze, slightly hiding behind his lean fingers. “Of course, I’m nervous,” he confesses, the tip of his ears turning scarlet. “I have a cute girl sitting on my lap, about to drink blood from my neck—how could I not be nervous?”

You reach out to him, gently running your fingertips at the side of his throat, and see him swallow hard at your touch. You can hear his heartbeat soaring, which only fuels your thirst for his blood. It has been days since you last drank from him and the flame in your throat is scorching. You know that if you don’t do something about it fast, you’ll lose what’s left of your humanity.

“Hyuck…” You plead, gripping against the collar of his black shirt. “I’m… I really need to drink…”

All the anxiety on his face is replaced instantly with concern. “Shit, you’re right, I’m sorry.” He takes a deep breath, unfastening two of his top buttons to reveal more of his collarbones. The previous bite marks have begun to fade on his skin, appearing almost as faint as the little mole he has on his Adam’s apple. He’s beautiful, so beautiful, that if your mind wasn’t too clouded with the thoughts of consuming human blood, you would praise and cherish every little detail of his features with your lips.

Donghyuck closes his eyes, eyebrows adjoined in the middle in anticipation of your bite. His hand is fisting his collar, slowly tugging it down to reveal more sun-kissed skin to your glowing eyes. “H-have it your way.”

The way he’s reacting like a child curling up in fear of a syringe being plunged into their skin, makes you feel contrite but there’s no other option but to consume what he offers. Otherwise, your thirst for blood will drive you to the brink of your sanity, forcing you to do something even more terrible to him.

You try your best to divert your attention and focus more on trying to comfort him, even when your entire body nearly blazes in flame. Softly, you brush your lips against the column of his throat.

Donghyuck shivers, his breathing tatters. “Don’t—“ He curls his fingers, nails sinking into his palms when he feels your mouth move to lay wet kisses down his chest. “Don’t do that, please.”

“I’m trying to calm you down.”

“Well, you’re doing the opposite 'cause then I’ll be nervous for an entirely different reason.” Donghyuck brings the back of his hand to his mouth, murmuring the words against his skin. But despite the heat that warms his cheeks, he does seem a bit more relaxed, slightly smiling sheepishly at you over his flirtatious words. “I’m fine, just do it.”

You nod, leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose. Caught off guard, the blush blooms a little wider on his face but he tenderly strokes your cheek. “We’ll do that again after you’re finished,” he promises, “A lot of that.” His hooded eyes are captivated with the way your lips glisten under the slide of his thumb. “Right here.”  

You smile in return. Landing yet another soft kiss to his jaw this time, you extend your fangs and make your mark.

Donghyuck winces away from the pain of your cuspids puncturing the skin under his jaw, right between the earlobe and the collarbone. His hand immediately finds your shoulder, fingers twisting against the fabric of your dress. He takes his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes shut close as he endures the pain, but in the next few seconds, his breathing gradually becomes slower.

His head swirls as the rush of endorphin fills his system, elevating him with bliss. He slides his hand down from your shoulder to your arm, resting it on the dip of your waist. You can hear him curse under his breath but he slowly relaxes, his body reclining with you pressed tightly against his chest.

“You’re not so gentle today, are you?” He chuckles softly, slurring a little bit as his thoughts become hazy with ecstasy. “You don’t usually bite me like that.”

You can’t respond, too busy drowning in the pleasantness of his blood.

“So serious.” He quietly laughs. “Well, I guess, it has been a while since we did this so you must be very thirsty.” His free hand slips around your neck, tangling your locks around his fingers. He lets his lips brush against your strands as he murmurs, “I’m sorry… It must have been painful.”

It was painful. So painful that you were about to lose your mind, but with Donghyuck’s arms wrapped around your body protectively, his warm skin under your fingertips, and his sweet, sweet blood on your tongue, every pain, every suffering, every torture you’ve experienced vanishes into a blur.

“Calm down,” he whispers, his honeyed voice soothes you more than anything else in the world. “You don’t have to rush. I’m not going anywhere.”

And as he relishes the feeling of your tongue on his skin, your teeth sinking to draw even more blood, he closes his eyes again, and witnesses a flashback behind his eyelids.

Eight years-old Lee Donghyuck stood on the frozen ground with his tiny gloves covering his trembling fingers. Smokes of warm breaths were clouding over his mouth. His teeth chattered from the cold; a weird, repetitive melody to his ears. And although his tears were no longer falling, his reddened cheeks were still lined with them. 

“Jaeminnie…” He sniffed, one arm hugging himself by the waist while the other one moved to rub his puffy eyes. “Jaeminnie, where are you…?”

His warm chocolate brown beanie was no longer covering his head—a small reminder of how he had previously tripped himself and scraped his knee on the way down. It hurt. His trousers were ripped open from the fall, enough to show the small bleeding wound on his right knee. Kissed by the cold, his ears were red to the tips, freezing. 

He was alone. And lost. And no matter how much he called out for Jaemin’s name over and over again, no one ever came to reply.

Losing strength, Donghyuck fell to his knees. His gloved covered fingers sank into the five centimeters deep white snow and he began to cry, as loudly as he could, just like how he usually did at nights when he was too scared of the monster lurking under his bed.

He cried, and he cried, and he cried, and then he stopped.

He was not alone.

Donghyuck had his gaze on you; his big, watery, round eyes blinking in surprise. Your dress was tainted with splotches of red, fresh liquid that dripped from your chin as you just feasted upon a human. Turning around to look at him, Donghyuck noticed something peculiar.

Your eyes were glowing, strikingly so. Even in the darkness, even when the moon didn’t set afoot to shine that night in the silenced forest, Donghyuck saw them shining like the stars. And they were brighter, much brighter than anything he had ever witnessed.

The little boy stopped crying and gazed back at you. But no matter how cold your eyes were as they raked in his features, Donghyuck was not as much afraid as he was curious of why you could stand in the middle of December, wearing nothing but a sleeveless knee-high summer dress. And he was still starstruck with your glowing topaz eyes.

When he reached out a hand, you took a step back by instinct. Humans made you nervous, especially after your last encounter with the hunters. The memory of one of them nearly driving a stake into your heart made you more cautious than ever, even when your opponent was only a child.

Donghyuck stood up and dared himself to take another step and this time you bared your teeth in response. Your natural human face suddenly dispersed into a form of fear the second Donghyuck saw your teeth.

They were fangs, small but sharp enough to tear skin apart. You snarled, like a beast in a corner, ready to pounce when threatened. 

But Donghyuck’s fear only lasted for a minute, while his curiosity and admiration lasted forever.

“You…” Donghyuck spoke, his voice quivered from the cold and perhaps, excitement. Blood was still dripping from the corner of your mouth and he saw a long cut, spreading from your right palm to her wrist. “Are you hurt? You’re bleeding…”

Your eyes widened in surprise at his words, blinking twice before your shoulders began to loosen.

“If you’re hurt, I have band-aids,” Donghyuck said, immediately shoving his small hand inside his pocket to grab two blue band-aids with soccer balls printed on them. He showed them to you, his teeth still chattering from the cold. “See?”

You examined him more, looking for any kind of sign that he might be a threat to your existence but it was no use. Donghyuck was as harmless as he was adorable. He didn’t even have the strength to keep his little, stubby fingers steady from the cold.

“Why are you crying?” You asked instead, standing a little better in a less offensive stance. 

Donghyuck finally remembered. “Nana… Jaeminnie’s gone… He fought with his brother so we went out here to have some time for ourselves but… But we got separated and now he’s gone...”

“In the woods like this?” You wiped the blood off your mouth with the back of your hand. “What, do you want to die? It’s not safe.”

“N-no—I don’t want to die… I didn’t mean it to be like this.” The little boy shook his head. “I was just trying to help… Jaeminnie looked sad and I wanted to help…”

You fell quiet for a moment, noticing how Donghyuck’s eyes had turned watery once again. You retracted your hands, no longer had your claws out to defend yourself. “Maybe your friend’s already gone home first.” 

“Y-you think?” Donghyuck’s eyes grew hopeful and that was when you realized that the boy was not crying because he was lost in the woods late at night, nor was he crying because he thought his friend abandoned him. Donghyuck was crying because he was worried sick about him. “W-well, if he’s home then that’s great… I really hope he’s with his family again… Fighting is bad…”

So frail, you thought, humans are so frail. Leave them and they cry. Break them and they die.

You sighed. You couldn’t find the heart to leave him alone.“Come with me,” you said, “I’ll help you find your way out of the woods. You can check whether he’s home or not after that.”

And Donghyuck was not one to think twice when people offered him help. With a bright smile, he let his little feet carry him closer to your spot. “I’m Donghyuck,” he said, smiling brightly as he stood beside you. “And you are?”

You glanced at him, noticing how his bangs were fluttering from the winter breeze. His nose was red and his skin, although it was slightly tanned, was thin and easy for you to sink your teeth into if you wanted to. 

You told him your name and you had to repeat it twice until he could pronounce it correctly. He smiled even warmer. “Your name is pretty. Just like you, Noona!”

Noona? You almost snorted. When was the last time someone ever called you that?

But you kept yourself in silence and although you appeared cold, Donghyuck managed to find your charm in his own way. 

“Can I hold your hand on the way out, Noona?”

“Don’t get too full of yourself, brat.”

Twenty years-old Lee Donghyuck smiles at the memory, even when he’s somewhat dazed from the chemical of your saliva. He embraces you tighter, sighing close to your ear, “It took a while before you warmed up to me. I’m just so glad you accept me the way I am.”

That’s my line. You close your eyes, fingers curling against the back of his shirt. You can faintly hear his heartbeat growing slower and during the time you begin to worry, Donghyuck caresses your cheek.  

“Can we…” He breathes heavily. “Stop for a moment?” His head swirls, always an aftereffect from having his blood sucked more than he can contain. But even then, he still smiles like always.

“Oh…” Embarrassed and startled, you pull away, immediately wiping the trace of blood on the corner of your lips with the back of your hand. “I—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… Umm…” Donghyuck witnesses your fangs before they’re fully retracted, as you turn away, shy and ashamed, hiding the only thing that distinguishes you from a normal human. 

Donghyuck smiles wider, and wider, until he produces this little chuckle that always sends a trickle of warmth and desire through your soundless heart. “You’re adorable, come here,” he says, hugging you from behind and tugging you closer to his chest, your intertwined hands lying idly on your lap.

After years have passed by since your first encounter, Donghyuck has become stronger and taller, with broader shoulders and veiny muscles appearing along his wrists. You, in return, stay as young as always, never changing. But like this, sitting above his thighs and curling up to his chest, you look like a normal girl, perhaps even a few months younger than he is.

“Hyuck...��� 

“Hmm?”

“Did it... hurt?”

“When I fell from heaven?”

You don’t indulge him with his jokes. “When I bit you, did it hurt?”

“Yeah, but I like it.” He grins, placing his chin on your shoulder. "Seems like I’ve developed a kink for it.” When you don’t mirror his laugh, he embraces you tighter. “I’m fine,” he whispers to your ear, tickling you with his warm breath. “Just a little low on blood, but come on, it’s nothing new.”

You don’t say anything but Donghyuck understands how guilt is gnawing at you from the inside. “Hey,” he gently turns your body around until he has his eyes peering into yours. You’re reluctant, not sure how to face him with the look of guilt on your face. “I said I’m fine. Can’t you see?” he coos, smiling with his chocolate brown eyes turning crescents. “Don’t look like that. You know I don’t like it when you’re blaming yourself for drinking my blood.”

“But it’s…” You nibble on your lower lip. “It’s not right.”

“You’re just filling your needs,” Donghyuck corrects you. “What’s wrong with it? I do it all the time. Think about this as your late-night snack.”

“Hyuck, I’m snacking on your blood.”

“And yet you’re the one who complains about it. You see how weird that is?” You shoot him a glare but Donghyuck counters back with a pout—a habit from his childhood days that somehow only occurs more often now that he’s an adult. “Look, I volunteered to do this. I want you to drink my blood.” He swats the bangs out of your eyes, leaning close. “I’ll be pissed-off if you drink from someone else, actually. You’re supposed to be mine, just as much as I am yours.”

It’s funny how you’re superior than him in terms of experience, strength, and possibly anything else, but he shamelessly talks like he owns you. And you don’t mind, not at all, because after living behind the shadows for so long, it’s nice to have someone as bright as the sun holding you captive under his light.

You trail your fingers through the blood on his neck, painting his skin with crimson. “I’ve made a mess,” you mumble to yourself and Donghyuck stiffens, even stops breathing for a second. You dip your head into the crook of his neck, darting out your tongue to wipe the rest of his blood away, slowly and gently so you won’t scrape his skin with your fangs.

“Don’t hold back.” He holds you closer until your teeth are grazing against the supple skin. “It’s okay if you want to do it again.”

The temptation is too much, too strong, and you can’t find the will or strength to decline. “T-then... Just a little more.”

Donghyuck’s ragged breathing devolves into soft moans that ring in your ears, and you want him so desperately in every sense of the word. “Fuck, it’s so weird that it feels this good,” he sighs, the back of his head pressed against the wall behind him. “Do I taste this good to you too?”

You hum, squeezing his shoulder.

He smiles between deep sighs. “Then, I guess, we’re both each other’s drugs.”

You only take a sip of his blood and lick the rest until nothing seeps out from his wound. Donghyuck is in a haze, eyes nearly closed when he smiles softly. “Are you done?”

You nod, wiping your mouth clean. “Thank you.”

“You’re being too formal.” He titters. “But you’re welcome. Anytime you want.”

You don’t really blush, not when you’ve lived for more than a century, but Donghyuck has his way to break into your facade and knows when he’s succeeding. He says there’s just something in the way you avert your gaze, the way you lick your lips nervously, or the way you put a hand on his chest as if you were about to push him away, but at the same time, making sure that he stayed near.

Donghyuck understands all that. He knows you like the back of his hand. 

“Listen to me,” Donghyuck says, cupping your face with both hands so he can stare directly into your glowing eyes. “If you ever crave for blood, you come to me, okay? I won’t let you starve. I won’t let you die. You can drink from me, as much as you want. I want you to.”

You’re surprised at the sudden pressure on his words and Donghyuck’s hands are hot, nearly scorching compared to your icy cold skin but they’re comfortable. He reminds you of the sun, of its heat on your skin during the day, reminding you how good your life was as a human.

“But I’m not even alive, Hyuck,” you say, smiling weakly as you lean more into his touch.

“Scientifically, no.” He shifts closer to press his forehead against yours, his heat seeping through your skin. “But to me, you’re much more alive—and you make me feel more alive than anyone I’ve ever known.”

You want to meet his eyes, but his stare is directed to your lips. “Is that a compliment or a white lie?” You whisper, and his eyes grow half-lidded when he sees you moving your lips to form a sentence.

“It’s the truth.” Donghyuck swallows the soft noise you make directly with his mouth, lips slanting against yours perfectly like pieces of a puzzle. He groans from the back of his throat when he tastes a hint of his blood on your tongue, kissing you deeper with more passion.

Being with Donghyuck is suffocating and it’s funny because you don’t even need to breathe to live. It’s suffocating in the sense of how desperate his kisses are, how there is only one innocent kiss at the beginning that only lasts for a few seconds and then vanishes entirely, changing into hard, bruising, deep ones that feel possessive and dominating.

But being with him is also comforting. He gives you solace you don’t know you need. His touch, a stark contrast to his kisses, is gentle, almost silky smooth whenever his hands glide on your skin. He’s the only one who knows how to make you laugh, even when you can hardly remember how or the sound that you make when you do. His laughter is contagious, his protested whines are both annoying and endearing. He’s the fire that keeps you alive.

“Hyuck—” You circle your fingers around his wrist, feeling the heartbeat that faintly beats under the skin. “Wait, you’re losing a lot of blood—”

“I don’t care,” he gasps against your mouth, yanking his hand from your hold so he can cup your cheek. “I’m fine, so let’s just—“ You let him overpower you for once to do as he pleases and he pushes you down to the carpeted floor, crawling on top of your body. “I want you—for two weeks, I’ve been—I’ve missed you—”

Donghyuck is adorable when he wants something so desperately, like the way he furrows his eyebrows as he runs his fingers on his keyboards. The way he’s shouting a train of expletives at his computer screen before he leaps out of his chair, punching the air when he finally completes the mission. 

Donghyuck is captivating when he desires to achieve something in his life, like the way he practices dancing over and over again to earn a scholarship to college. Or the way he told you he loved you a few months ago, and no matter how many times you said no, telling how ridiculous of him to even think about being with a vampire, he never relented. 

And Donghyuck is beautiful—so out worldly beautiful—when he wants you.

It’s beautiful, the little moan that escapes his lips when you touch him back. Even the slightest touch at the right spot can make him shiver and he blushes when you notice him react that way, immediately saying, “It’s just cold here, okay? And your ice-cold skin isn’t helping.” 

It’s beautiful, the way a bead of sweat rolls down his temple as he’s sheathed deep inside you, not quite moving yet as he tries to catch his breath, his cheeks flushed. “You’re driving me insane,” he confesses, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, grazing his lips against your skin as he sighs. “Can we stay like this forever?”

It’s beautiful, the way he laughs when you answer him with, “Actually yes, we can, if you’re willing to be turned into a vampire.” The appalled look on his face only stays for a split second before he beams at you, his smile bright enough to replace the sun. “That doesn’t sound so bad,” he giggles, taking your earlobe between his teeth as he whispers, “Any man would be happy to sacrifice their souls to be able to make love to you for eternity. Including me.” And as he moves back to your lips, he adds, “Especially me.”

It’s beautiful, the way he throws his head back in pleasure at the feeling of you clenching around him. The way he murmurs expletives while biting his lip as he brings his eyes down to you. His expression is erotic, his voice obscene, his lips are parted and bruised. His hands are on your knees as he spreads your legs apart, pushing himself deeper inside. “I can never get enough of you. I—“ He flinches when his thrust hits your sweet spot and you squeeze harder around him in response.

It’s beautiful, the way he rambles when the sensation becomes too much. “The way you feel around me—” He places open-mouthed kisses down your neck, his hips moving frantically at a faster pace. “Y-your entire existence—” His hand heads over to your breast, his thumb sliding over your nub. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

And it’s fucking beautiful, the way he says your name in a soft gasp as he comes inside you, his arms trembling when he places them on the floor on each side of your head to keep him from collapsing on top of you. His temple is pressed against your collarbone and he quivers when you kiss his hair. His lips immediately chase after yours when his name escapes your mouth, and he kisses you again, and again, as if he hasn’t been kissing you a thousand times already.

“Stay with me,” he begs, his hooded eyes nearly hidden behind the bangs that are damp from his sweat. “I’ll keep you alive—as alive as you make me feel so please just…”

Don’t leave me.

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