#go ponder your orb idiot

[sodapop-hospice]

My boyfriend has been streaming Baulder’s Gate for me and our mutual friend since we can’t afford a pc.

Collectively we’ve decided that Gale should piss himself in public and we now regularly shit on him for no discernible reason other than he’s just a little bit annoying.

During the last stream we started this bit where we start playing bagpipe covers of songs or random pop music to drown out Gale’s dialogue. It’s the funniest shit ever to have maximum volume bagpipes cut in the SECOND Gale opens his mouth.

Basically I propose this become a mod. Please someone mod this.

[cherishedhope]

“Safe with me.”

Synopsis: How he reacts when his s/o gets injuried. Characters involved: fatui!Scaramouche, Xiao, & Childe. TW: Very mild descriptions of injuries. A bit of cussing. Probably not a trigger, but this could be OOC. A/N: Ah yes, the good ol’ ‘injured reader’ hcs/scenarios. I got lazy near the middle of Scaramouche’s scenario, so eh. Have fun with that. I wish I could’ve come up with a better title, but that’s all my brain juice managed to squeeze out. Also, I think I’m getting the hang of formatting! Haha. This might be out of character so bear with me. As always, GN!reader. NOT proofread.

Request status: open!

— You and I both know damn well he isn’t going to take this situation lightly. When I say he is upset, I mean he's pissed. Infuriated, even. How dare someone have the audacity to injure his significant other? Are they simply begging for death? — If you try to make light of the situation, he’ll shoot you a piercing glare to shut you up. He doesn’t find these circumstances to be amusing at all. Even if your injuries aren’t too grim, he’s still going to dispose of the treasure hoarders, and yes he’ll do it behind your back even if you oppose that idea. He isn’t a fatui harbinger for nothing. There isn’t anything you can do that will hinder him from annihilating them.

“Worthless as expected.”

You bit down gently on your lip as those harsh words sliced through your ears. Even though at this point you were used to Scaramouche’s degradation, it still stung a bit to hear those words easily exit his mouth. You weren’t given enough time to ponder over your boyfriend’s hurtful words because shortly after, the sharp stinging of alcohol swabs dabbed repeatedly on your open cuts. A hiss of pain was instantly drawn out of your lips. Hell, cleaning the wound hurt worse than the actual injury itself.

"It isn’t my fault that the treasure hoarder snuck up behind me,” You mumbled, rolling your eyes at him. Your hands clenched in your lap, being balled up into a fist when the swab tainted with rubbing alcohol hit a particularly deep cut on your shoulder. Scaramouche’s indigo-colored eyes flicked over to your clenched fists for a brief moment before he went back to cleaning up your wound. “mistakes happen.”

The room falls silent, the only noises being the grinding of your teeth and the occasional hiss of pain slipping past your lips despite your efforts to keep it down. While Scaramouche still managed to maintain his cold demeanor just as always, you failed to notice the slightest hint of worry in his gaze with each pained noise and every sign of discomfort you displayed. The truth was, he was utterly disgusted. Not at you nor your actions, but with the existence of that one treasure hoarder who held the audacity to lay his repulsive hand on you. The hand that held such a tight grip on the dagger that sliced cleanly through your flesh, ripping a large hole in your clothes as well as your skin. When the news had reached him that his significant other got wounded during a battle, Scaramouche was livid. The wound itself was not fatal, but still. However, it was fine now. He was here with you, tending to your wounds. You’re okay.

“Are you an idiot?” A bitter scoff was brought out of his mouth, his fiery orbs seemingly drilling holes into your soul with how intense his glare was. He tossed aside the cotton swab that was now covered in blood and reached into the first aid kit to pull out a bandage. The pads of his fingers brushed softly against your skin as he delicately wrapped a bandage onto your shoulder. His face softened as he spoke the next words, his voice still remaining cold, yet there was also warmth detected in his tone. “I wasn’t mocking you, I was referring to how pathetic the treasure hoarder looked as he begged on his knees for mercy.”

You blink once and then twice in confusion as you try to process his words. Oh, so that’s what he meant. A sheet of awkwardness fluttered down in the room. Both parties remained silent once again. Scaramouche glowered down at the first aid kit as he began to put away the clean roll of bandages and cotton swabs. The transparent box was snapped shut, the sharp noise being obnoxious in contrast to the deathly quiet room.

“You’re lucky those useless underlings found you when they did. Who knows what would’ve happened had they not spotted you. You’d be dead!” His voice was the first to break the silence. In fact, he had done that twice in a row now. You weren’t surprised in the slightest. You already knew he would start scolding you the second he was sure you were safe. It was just his way of showing how much he valued your safety. “Now, I need you to tell me just what the hell went through your mind when you decided to let your guard down in the middle of a fight.”

The lecture lasted two hours straight. About 90% of it was him constantly telling you to stop being in your own little la-la world and to pay more attention when in a fight. There was no mistaking the sprinkle of fear hidden behind his eyes as he scolded you mercilessly. Yet, despite how harshly he was reprimanding you, you couldn’t help but notice how tightly his arms were wrapped around your waist later that night. How he held you a little bit closer to him when you two retired for the night.

You weren’t allowed to go complete any commissions the next day. Mr. Fandango man held you hostage in the camp. And when you were finally permitted, — yes, permitted. He’s paranoid, okay? — to go do your daily comissions, he stationed some fatui underlings to accompany you with your work. If he wasn’t so busy, then he’d go with you himself considering he’s much more reliable than some worthless underlings. However, he made sure himself that the underlings were qualified enough to look out for you.

Better safe than sorry.

— Hm, I wonder what kind of flowers your culprit wants at their funeral. Maybe sunflowers? Ooh, how about daisies? Heck, Childe will pay for them himself out of spite. — You thought he was clingy before you got hurt? Well, multiply that by a hundred. He’ll be spoiling you rotten during your time being injured, despite the wound being just a couple of teensy weensy cuts. — It’s not just little cuts in the grand scheme of things, okay? Anything can get tainted by bacteria, which can then lead to an infection, which could also lead to death, and then- and then-! (we get it, childe. chill.)

“I brought you some flowers.”

Your head swivels in the direction of the sudden, yet familiar voice that had just come out of nowhere. You had been preoccupied with cleaning the minor cuts that were littered across your fingers. It wasn’t anything too bad. It was all due to some sharp ice that a cryo abyss mage had spawned above your form. Luckily, you had dodged it fairly quickly. The problem was that the large block of ice had completely shattered when it smashed onto the ground, the tiny shards of ice flying up into the air and cutting up your hands.

A head of messy ginger hair comes into your line of sight. It was your significant other, Childe. He was holding a bouquet of roses in his gloved hands as he slowly approached the table you were sitting at, pulling out one of the wooden chairs and sitting down on it across from you. “Are those for me?” You asked, pointing your forefinger at the flowers he held in his hand. It was almost impossible not to let your eyes wander over the gorgeous bright red petals. They looked as if they had been tended to with the utmost care before being picked fresh. You could only imagine how sweet the aroma must smell.

“Who else would it be for?” The tone of his voice was teasing as he passed the bouquet over to you. You gratefully accepted it, and after pressing your face into the soft petals to get a nice big whiff of the pleasant smell, you gently placed the roses in a glass jar that was filled with various kinds of flowers. Cecilias that had been imported from Monstadt, qingxins that were plucked from the highest mountains in Liyue, and hell, you even had sweet flowers in the jar.

And they had all come from Childe. That wasn’t even counting the scrumptious, expensive sweets he had bought for you as well. He had been spoiling you rotten ever since the scuffle you had with the abyss mage. On the contrary, you hadn’t gotten injured that badly. It was just a couple of cuts on your hands. Although, the 11th of the fatui harbingers didn’t just treat it as if it were just ‘some cuts.’ He had been treating you as if you were fragile porcelain. Something that couldn’t be easily replaced if broken so carelessly. His eyes trailed over to the small bandages that were fitted on your hands. The worried and slightly enraged look in his big blue eyes hadn’t faded away the entire day.

“Are you feeling better, darling?” Childe lowered his voice to a gentle whisper as he kindly took your hand in his own, taking extra care in trying to avoid holding it too tightly lest it stings for you. The fabric of his gloves felt soft against your hands as he held them gently. A coy smile fell across his lips. “I take it you liked the flowers?” You nodded your head leisurely as a response. While you felt slightly embarrassed due to how much he’d been spoiling you, you couldn’t help but feel loved. Despite his status as a fatui harbinger, which would scare many people off, you couldn’t help but love him dearly. He appreciated you and your presence greatly and treated you as if you were a higher deity. Like you were the jam to his peanut butter.

The grip he held on your hands tightened ever so slightly as he continued to gaze deeply into your eyes, a loving, yet determined look in his own. You were here, safe with him. He would protect you till the day either you or he perished. Damn it all if he ever failed to protect you again.

You are the love of his life, and he is yours. Nothing could ever change that fact.

“By the way, did I tell you about how I murdered every abyss mage in the vicinity and beyon-”

“Childe, what.”

— He is freaking out. — Why didn’t you call out his name? Didn’t he tell you countless amounts of times to call out for him if you ever found yourself in danger? He was supposed to protect you, damn it! — He blames himself for it. 100%. He should have been cautious and kept by your side. He should’ve been there, and he wasn’t. — Even after he tears through the treasure hoarders with his spear, he still feels furious the more and more he stares at your wounds. How. Dare. They? — While he’s also furious, he’s also terrified. He can’t lose you. He can’t. He just can’t.

Your vision was blurry and your mind felt foggy as your brain scrambled around to try and process what was happening. Everything had been going well a few minutes prior to this very moment. You were on your merry way to Wangshu Inn to visit your beloved, when suddenly you got ambushed with a horde of swords and bows. The roughness of the rope dug deeply into the skin of your wrists as you were pressed up against a tree, your body battered and bruised. It had all happened in mere seconds. You barely had enough time to process or defend yourself from all that was happening, let alone even think about calling out for your significant other. And when your brain did clear up enough to think about calling him, you felt hesitant to do so.

You watched in a daze as the treasure hoarders ruffled through your belongings in your bag. All of your items were strewn around the camp so carelessly. The treasure hoarders didn’t want to just settle for your pocketbook. The greed that filled up their hearts gave them an intense lust for riches. Not that you had any. You hated every single moment of this scenario. It felt as if you were some helpless damsel in distress whom relied on others to come and save them. It was humiliating.

But it was either get saved or more than likely suffer a gruesome death.

“Xia-!”

Before you can even finish speaking his name, all of the treasure hoarders are dead and lying lifeless on the ground, Xiao standing menacingly over their still bodies. Your face paled just looking at the sight. While you knew your boyfriend wasn’t a stranger to ending lives, he never unleashed his fury in front of you. However, you knew it would happen either way. Xiao wasn’t a merciful soul to those who harmed the people he actually gave a shit about. Even if he didn’t like killing humans, he’d do so without a thought if a measly mortal were to put your life at risk. It had taken Xiao a split second to stalk up to your restrained form to break you free of the restraints that held you in place. Before you could utter a single word to break the silence, you felt callous hands untying you from the oak tree. The scent of fresh blood floated up your nostrils, the strong metallic smell making your stomach feel queasy. At this point, Xiao had gotten rid of his mask and was focused on getting you safe and sound. His eyebrows scrunched together in sheer frustration as his eyes scoured over every inch of your body, the bruises and slashes never once leaving his eyes. While there was also fury, there was also a clear sense of worry shown through how shaky his fingers were as he finally undid the ropes, how uneven his breathing was as he caught you in his arms. (more like snatched you into his arms.) He was trying his hardest to remain calm, but he couldn’t.

“Xiao, I-”

“…Are you okay?”

Even his voice trembled as he desperately tried to keep up a stoic facade. You knew he was panicking. He knew he was panicking. How could anyone not panic upon seeing their significant other is bruised and bleeding? While the injuries certainly would not result in your death, all he could think about was what could have happened. He could be burying your body right now instead of holding you close to him. He clutched you as if you were his most prized possession, which you were. He knew he had to get you to a healer, but he had the hardest time letting you go. He needed to hear you say it. To say that you were all right. That you wouldn’t leave him.

Your arms wrapped around his torso as you hugged him gently, slowly rubbing your hand up and down his back soothingly as you tried to comfort him. “It’s all right, Xiao. I’m still here. I won’t leave you. I’m okay.”

Those words were all it took for him to crumble down. His hands tightened around your waist exponentially as he held you close, his head pressed into his shoulder as he calmed yourself with his presence.

It would all be okay in the end. Because when it all came down to it…

“You’re safe with me, (name). No one will ever hurt you again. I swear it.”

“That’s nice and all, but could I please go to a doctor-”

“Oh, right.”

“The curtains have closed and the seats have become bare. The show is over.”

© 2023 cherishedhope. do not repost on other platforms, modify, steal, copy, or use without explicit permission.

[freyaloi]

You know... I can't help but feel that Orb is talking about Junior and his father here. (also possibly referring to the royal family from their own era but anyway) Time to get my brain worms out.

When Junior's animations changed a few months ago, I've been pondering the meaning of it ever since.

I may be fairly new to the game and not particularly active but it's the story, and more specifically Junior that caught my eye and made me want to play, even if sporadically.

When I first saw him, he was a lot more confident, standing tall and proud, flourishing his cutlass as if he didn't have a care in the world.

These days, however, his animations seem a lot more guarded, he's hunched, hiding his face, turning away... He's even putting his cutlass between himself and us. Now to me, that tells me there's something wrong with him or something is going on, and I've always wondered if everything he's done in the name of his father is starting to catch up to him.

In the book where he describes himself, he gives no hint of having any evil nature. Ambitious, overconfident and a bit of an idiot? Absolutely, but not evil... But back then he didn't have any street smarts either, so to speak. Now I know being a skeleton changes things and messes with the mind, but it wasn't until he met Wanda that he fixated on Serving his Father, obsessively so, desperate to prove himself like so many others. That adoration and idealisation he had of Flameheart as a child still persists even though his mental image was reshaped by her.

Flameheart was never a good man, he was a bully and a tyrant and still is, but even though he was an absent father, he still gave Junior the best childhood he could, perhaps reliving his own ideal childhood fantasies through his newly adopted son. (that could be another reason why he adopted the child in the first place because it seems so out of character but anyway) That left Junior with a deep level of affection for him, which of course we know about... (but perhaps some melancholy too)

But the Flameheart we have now isn't the one he knew growing up. He in fact never was, only telling him an idealised version of events and keeping secrets. Junior himself says his father told him he didn't need to know what he saved the boy from. (Flameheart attacked and sank the ship Junior was on as a baby so there's that)

That brings me to my theory...

I can't help but wonder if actually working 'with' his Father has begun to create cracks in that blazing ideal image of his, that those rose-tinted glasses are beginning to slip, no matter which shape they take. He had one idea of his father in his mind as a child, that of a hero, which set him on his journey in the first place. No doubt the Cap'n gave him one too, telling him of the betrayal and the horrors he committed... Then so did Wanda, praising him, lording him, and elevating him to the kingly status Flameheart craves now. (though part of that was obviously her own ambition speaking)

But with them all out of the picture, Junior gets to see his father for who he truly is now, for the bloodthirsty, blazing pit of vicious sadistic hatred that he actually is.

For a while, I could see him obsessively working to serve his father as he said he would, in fact, we've seen this with him creating and being the face of the Reapers we know today, resurrecting his father and being his right-hand man. I'm sure for a while he would have been over the moon to be working alongside his father, the man he adored growing up, his idol, his role model... Well, you know what they say about meeting your idols...

Here we are now, with Flameheart back near his full power and seeking more and yet... You would think Junior would be elated, even with his reserved and tempered mannerisms. Yet to my eyes... He looks the complete opposite, small, retreating... in pain even....

Let's not forget he's a Skeleton Lord, even though he's nowhere near the power level of Flameheart, he's not just a regular old skeleton... So like Duke, like Wanda... He still retains the majority of his mind. And to my knowledge... He is not bound to Flameheart by magic... only by word. Junior is an intelligent man, one who has gained the use of dark magic, and knows a great deal of disciplines from the outside world. He's a studious, patient and learned man who was trained to be very observant.

So is he having second thoughts? Is that why they changed his animations? Is he beginning to see the truth of his actions and having regrets? Has he realised that the man he's working for, isn't the matching up to the ideal image in his head? (whatever that looks like now)

It could also be he's being prepared to be sacrificed in some ritual, I could see Flameheart doing something like that to maintain his status and power... after all, his biggest fear is being beaten... and currently the biggest potential threat to him... is his right-hand man... as always. After all, it wouldn't be out of fashion for a King's closest advisor and Servant to inevitably betray them.

It would be poetic and fitting for Flameheart (should he need to be defeated at some point for plot resolution) to be beaten by his hubris again, at the hand of his second-in-command. After all, Junior had always dreamed of surpassing his father's legend... And betrayal is a founding principle of the Reaper's Bones... A founding act that Flameheart himself initiated three decades ago.

And we all know, Junior is not safe... but then, now that Flameheart is back, with a thirst for vengeance and army at his fingertips... nobody is.

Anyway, this is my long-ass theoretical ramble that I desperately needed to get out of my brain (god there is so much more i could add but this is plenty long enough so props to you if you read this marathon of prattling). I could be completely off the mark, but fair enough, but this is what I do, latch onto a character, learn the lore and theorise. :)

Anyway, let's see where the story goes, as always me and Raven will be watching from the sidelines with popcorn in hand.

[witch-oftheflowers]

Forbidden

Marc Specter x Morgana Aradia

(Moon Knight x OC!)

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Didn't I warn you Child~ Sweet child of ours that this path would lead to misery?

Morgana stared at the moon, big and bright. A full moon, more specific a Pink Moon.

Her long hair was pulled into a tight high ponytail. A few beads and strays pulled her hair together. A pomegranate clip was don in the hair tie.

She sat on the large building, over looking down to the city scape below her. Those pretty red orbs shined bright as she listened to the gods in her ear.

Two she had a bond with as a young witch and even now as she has aged.

Persephone and Hades. The pair in tow seeked her as their avatar.

She softly swung her long legs, as she was thinking about the night ahead. Which spells she would cast, which potions she needed to make. What a splendid party her family would have on this gorgeous Pink Moon night.

Her eyes trailed behind her as she noticed and heard the sound of the cape. Slowly creeping on her.

She smiled softly as she noticed the fully white attire. Marc.

She moved off the ledge, standing up as she heard those two bicker in her ear.

He'll be a parasite. Don't let him near you child, he wouldn't love nor care for you as we do. He'll only bring you pain and misfortune. Why do you associate yourself with a man of his kind?

Her eyes rolled as she shrugged her shoulders. Making them back off, her hair tie broke as she sighs.

Persephone was now fronting, her eyes rolled back as she let the goddess reach forward. Her eyes shined a soft white as her lips curled. Head tilting to the side as she held her hands together.

"Moon Knight my fien. Why do you keep on bothering my child?"

The man slowed down as he noticed the change. He was aware what gods were able to do, especially if they have a bond to their avatar. If they had one.

"Lady Persephone, it's always a treat to see you..." Moon Knight said as he slowed his steps. Becoming cautious with the woman he usually spent time with

It's been a year since he actually spoke to the avatar. He remembered 'fondly' their first interaction.

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A year back, Marc was sent by Khonshu to hunt a certain female down.

Don't! Hunt her down literally! She will kill you with no mercy!

Khonshu roared the words at Marc as he was following the tall woman. She had to be a few inches shorter than him. But her lush hair was the call sign he needed. He adjusted his ball cap as he saw her enter a dark bar. Swiftly he moved through the busy London streets as he made his way into the bar.

Once inside he noticed the velvet walks, the dark atmosphere. And how empty it was... Fuck.

The woman stood behind the bar as she glared at the unwanted man. Her eyes were dark, the energy in the bar shifted.

You idiot! You walked into the witches lair!

The front door locked. Marc was yanked forward as he was thrown into the bar top. He stared at her with wide eyes as he ponder his next move.

The woman got into his face as she spoke up.

"What do you want? I saw you following me blocks back.." she stated with a cold tone. Her eyes glowed almost red, her voice was deep. A bit scary honestly

Khonshu appeared clear as day behind him. His staff pointing at the witch as he spoke up

"Morgana stand down. He's here on my half! You don't let gods enter this bar uninvited!"

Morgana stared at the god as she scoffed. Her energy mellowed out as the energy shifted back. She let Marc go as she crossed her arms.

"Khonshu..how expecting of you" she stated as she looked to the man with her.

"Marc Specter. Your avatar." She stated as she got to work making a drink. She moved swiftly as she noticed him staring. His hands a bit shaky as he reached towards her.

"Who are you? You shouldn't know who I am or what I do..." He stated a bit stern as he was concerned coming here now.

"Don't think that. You entered my space, I'll know all and see all who enter my world. You dared to intimidate me in MY Space?" She teased him and mocked him for his stupidity.

"Only reason I know you're an avatar, is because I'm a fellow avatar. You're not some special person Marc." Her words cut through his ego. He flinched a bit as she gave him a glass. It was filled with a liquid...

"It's a tea. Drink it, it'll stop..." She waved her hand at Khonshu as he scoffed at her motives.

"He'll be quiet for a second." She admitted as she watched him down the tea. He felt his head ache, but he noticed Khonshu had vanished. Looking around she motioned him to sit.

"I guess we have a lot to talk about huh?" She admitted as she leaned into the bar top.

The two had a deep conversation. He remembered bits and pieces well. How life is as an Avatar, how he was adjusting to being far from home, him being divorced recently... It was a lengthy conversation that day..

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Morgan's body waiver as it walked over. The bright glare in the eyes made Marc step back from the dear friend.

"How many times do I need to remind you to leave her be? She doesn't need you around..."

Moon Knight moved around as he listened to the Goddess. He tilted his head as he thought.

"Well she likes me" He stated as it should be a common fact.

Her eye twitched a bit. Irritation flashes her features as she stomped over. Those white eyes flashes pink as she got into his face.

Marc stumbled back as he put his hand to her chest.

"Don't be mistaken. We watch over her. I know who you are truly. Don't think we buy this front you have. I'm warning you Specter and your whole system-"

Morgan's eyes flushed to her normal eyes. Slowly they rolled back as she leaned into his hand a bit. Her locks swayed forward.

Marc quickly grasped her as he held her up.

"Morg.... hey sweetheart? Come on wake up-" he softly whispered as he gave her shoulders a shake.

Morgana softly blinked as she came back to her body. Her lips a bit pouted as she whined

"I'm... Sorry.. I'm so sorry... Ignored what she said..." The words came out quickly as she apologized.

He shook his head, his white eyes narrowed as he gripped her chin firmly

"Not your fault.... You didn't have a say in that conversation..." His eyes widen as he let go of her face. A bit flustered by his own reaction, yet she simply stared at the white masked man.

"That's fair..." She mumbled.

Standing up fully. Her brown boots clicked against the floor as she pulled from his reach. Her metal skirt swaying as she was thinking.

"Still up for a patrol with me?" She asked him, looking over her shoulders as she waited for his response.

Marc stared at her for a second taking in her appearance and behavior.

He smirked under his mask as he walked besides the woman.

"Yeah let's go."

[m-s-justice]

Peter McCain is such an interesting character as he in practice is essentially a living plot hook, despite in text being a real nifty guy.

He was a spy in Group 935, alongside Harvey Yena, for the Americans. That's already a pretty cool backstory, except by the time we, the players and therefore the audience, come in he's already been outed and needs to be extracted. He serves as Dempsey's plot hook, his "damsel in distress". He directly leads to Dempsey's capture by hitting him with the ol' Your Princess is in Another Castle. Though, by the time of his [Dempsey's] formal introduction in Shi no Numa, Peter is already dead. After that, he no longer has much effect on the narrative other than set up and set dressing. In BO1 he is almost entirely forgotten about, with the most influence he has being Richthofen's paranoia about spies in 935, which Yena uses to his advantage to get Maxis to babysit him.

(and maybe the one recording in Call of the Dead where Richthofen refers to Dempsey as a spy, perhaps implying that he has confused him for McCain.)

I'm not even going to dwell on his BO3 cameo. Just know that I don't like it.

BO4, for all its narrative flaws, was SO RIGHT in bringing McCain back, even if it was kind of an asspull. [pretty much all the writing in BO4 was an asspull but hnnngrh] Now, he's alive and is interacting with the narrative.

He gets ress'd with *visions* of the Great War [but they subside for some reason?? Despite him being pretty much the only dude to be directly affected by the Elemental Shard :/] and joins Broken Arrow to work alongside his former handler, Cornelius Pernell. Peter gets to witness his descent into madness and even pulls an intervention as he calls the Department of Defense to remove Pernell when Peter believes that he's become too unstable to lead. Which is AWESOME! Peter is almost directly responsible for Pernell's immediate ascension into the Avogadro and his confrontation with the DoD, and the presumed reason for why Camp Edward is in disarray. HUGE ramifications for my boy Peter.

Of course, he doesn't get to see it, as he is promptly locked in solitary confinement and then booted into an ADAM Unit before all that happens. His narrative influence is understandably minimal, until the events of Alpha Omega.

To be entirely honest here, I could write an entire different post about Peter in AO, but to be as succinct as possible, he essentially just gives Rushmore the thumbs up about the Gaggle of Idiots, gives Ultimis Dempsey some character depth if he's present, and then ponders the orb. I mean, becomes the orb and then fucks off into who knows where.

The POINT I'm trying to illustrate here is that Peter McCain was a character best described as missed potential. He is either killed off or otherwise incapacitated before he can really do anything of major importance. He was an on-the-run spy who could've been a running side character the way 935 personnel were, but instead he is killed parachuting. Now, Peter was likely retconned into being the dead body and Treyarch didn't expect to have the sprawling narrative they ended up with. This is still WaW story-telling. I can cut some reasonable slack.

The BO4 treatment, however, is entirely inexcusable. Now, I have a bit of a bone to pick with BO4's writing that deserves a series of posts, but it was glaringly obvious that Peter was being set up for something important, some "unfinished business". Hell, Rushmore refers to him as "someone very important to humanity's future". And then the very next map, Tag der Toten, ends the entire storyline. Of course, he could always come back through the Dark Aether, with a possible explanation being his interaction with both the Elemental Shard and his soul residing within the Elemental Orb at the time of the universe's destruction allowed him to withstand the Agarthan Device's erasure. It's still somewhat of an asspull, but it has some logical and narrative backing, so I think this outcome could slide.

Will that happen? Probably not. Do I hope so? Absolutely. My call to action for this essay? make Peter McCain content my boy deserves it.

[noyoucannotpushthevoid]

Raven Cycle Characters as Things my Friends and I have Said because I have a Backlog of Quotes and enjoy Assigning them to my Little Guys: Mr. Grey Edition (not exclusively)

"I choose armor based on aesthetics rather than benefit" - Blue in reference to her very fashionable collection of pastel knives (she gets more, she is worse than a boy scout about hoarding knives. Which says a lot. I know scouts with upwards of 23 knives…) "Where the fuck is that [psychopomp]!?" - Ronan when he can’t find Opal "[He was] a moron" - [Declan] about his dead [dad]  "The pure idiot" - Adam about literally anyone, there are so many people this could apply to "Combining Spirit Naga powers with orb powers" - Ronan and Adam literally binding their souls together, or whatever fuckery they did. It went over my head not going to lie* "Possessed land" - Gansey about Monmouth after learning the truth about Noah "Fuck around until we get more information" - Gansey "I never said I was literate" - Ronan refusing to do his schoolwork "Who can I get to clean up this shit [literal]?" - Declan scrolling through the contacts on his ‘work’ phone "He's going to be pissed about this shit, no pun intended" - Ronan after fucking something up, probably on purpose to piss off Declan "'Hey [Ronan]...is there room for two in there?' [Henry] 'No' ([Ronan cozied up in a blanket] without hesitation)"  "[Adam] has never done everything wrong" - Gansey** "It's just self-defense with extra steps!" - Blue "[Gansey] uses confusion" - This was about me, and I have to imagine Gansey also just says stuff that is incoherent to anyone but himself or starts a conversation in the center and neglects to give context. So he’s just like me frfr  "Consume grain" - Blue eating the healthiest out of all those motherfuckers. That’s a feat since we’ve seen the state of cooking in her house…then again someone let two rich kid teenage boys live on their own so who’s fault is it really? "Shoot a dagger" - Mr. Grey is doing crimes the convoluted way*** "That is a big, bad thing" - Henry about the literal demon "The rat is most dangerous when cornered" - about Adam "Lightweight bay-bee" - Henry about Gansey**** "Stabs successful" - Mr. Grey "Hit twice, attacked thrice" - Mr. Grey reviewing his fight with Declan "Woe be upon you, surprise appendix removal" - Mr. Grey is having a busy day "On a scale of 1 to...53, I'm looking like a...17" - Henry looking in the mirror the day he runs out of hairspray "You broke it you fuck" - Ronan at Opal or Chainsaw "You could use your smith's tools, you fool" - Adam fixing easy car problems that the owners could do themselves "If he's going to be vulnerable he shouldn't be wearing clown make-up" - about Henry "'How buff does [Adam] look?' [Ronan] 'He doesn't'"***** "I don't like when he says things" - Gansey about K "5 [dollars]? In this economy!?" - Adam "Turtles can have...turtles can have a little ancient artifact as a treat" - Ronan pampering his animals

*Our DM is really making us ponder orbs over here **Look, I love Adam as much as the next person, but Gansey really needs to stop putting his friends on a pedestal ***I retain that our DM should let us shoot daggers with bows. I will get a dagger and go to an archery range to prove my point if I have to (this is in reference to the fact that he let a player say he could load his revolver "one-handed" after said player sent him a video of him loading a revolver with his foot. Please don't ask where I find these people) ****Gansey will nurse one glass of champagne for an entire night and still have a hangover, my headcanon *****He's one of those people who have surprise muscles

[blossomingbellflower]

🏹 The way the bees engaged with Sora was fascinating in its own right. With every question, they either continued to look baffled or pointed towards the orb. It seemed that nothing was going to come of asking them anything, as expected. Still, there had been no harm in exploring the option now was there?

Sora's question, however, appeared to have elicited a different response. Kikyou tilted her head, her frown deepening as she observed the strange flight motion. It was evident that it was trying to show them something..but it admittedly left her perplexed. Was it a symbol? It was possible. Kikyou attempted to rack her brain, sifting through wisdom and knowledge passed onto her. Had she ever encountered such a loop?

Before she could ponder further, additional movement drew her attention. Given the auras, she knew who it was. What she had not anticipated was him revealing himself so soon and what's more, in a form she did not recognize.

This was Kikyou's first time laying eyes upon his canine form. Needless to say, her expression wasn't as controlled as she would have liked it to be.

'Naturally..his true demon form would be impressive..' It certainly did not disappoint.

Kikyou admittedly held some admiration for this visage of the demon, as she momentarily peered at him from the corner of her eyes.. She had seen many demons in her time but none quite like this. As terrifying as his appearance can look, Kikyou's softness for the canine persuasion downplayed that aspect just a little bit.. He was a handsome demon dog.

'Is that how it is?'

"Sora, this is Jaken. He provides invaluable assistance and companionship for this fluffy dog. Do mind your distance with the latter. Unfortunately, he is not too fond of others and in general, would rather not be touched.", Kikyou briefly and quickly introduced. It was not a lie.

Kikyou was intuitive and quick witted enough to understand the reasoning behind the light nuzzle. Sora did not need additional stress of a powerful daiyokai showing up--intimidating him more in that humanoid appearance than his current one.

To play the part of a doting mistress, Kikyou lifted a hand and briefly rested it on the muzzle in a reciprocated gesture of affection. Of course the exception to not being touched would be her. It did not linger long, as she was cognizant enough that these antics displeased the demon. And as entertaining as it was--there were more pressing matters at hand.

'So soft...'

That and Kikyou was not cruel, insensitive or an idiot.

"There is nothing to pardon as I were not expecting either of you--but I am thankful for your presences regardless.", she responded in turn, her gaze once more returning to the erratic behavior of the bees. Until once again, her contemplation was interrupted.

Turning away from the bee, she bent down to peer in the map. It was indeed the same shape and what he had noted was true. It was just unfortunate that their village was at the very heart of this unique pattern. "I see..What I would like to know is why this particular pattern? It has meaning..I do not recall ever seeing it in any documents that I have read.."

Straightening, Kikyou released a quiet sigh before her eyes landed upon the golden orb. "Let us be rid of these bees. I do not think they have anything else to show us..as they are simply puppets."

Once all the bees were successfully dispatched and the grounds skimmed for any notes, Kikyou returned to Sora's side.

"Sora..I know this orb has value to you. But be that as it may, I would not be asking if I did not believe it would be worth pursing." Kikyou paused momentarily before continuing." May I hold the orb myself? There is energy radiating off of it that I would like to examine.. in addition to the etchings." If anything were to transpire when it was within her grasp, Kikyou would keep it contained. It was not her first magical and dangerous object nor would it be her last.

"I am not taking it--but simply going to examine and try something. It may prove fruitful, it may not." But it was the only lead they had thus far in this village.

Ever patient, Kikyou waited for Sora to willingly hand the object over.

Sora almost asked about where and why she’d encountered them before, but since she didn’t offer any elaboration, he somehow had the feel that it was taboo to ask about it so he kept the curiosities to himself. He too had withheld some information out of wariness, so it wasn’t like he had any high ground here.

As she surmised, he didn’t find anything, but it was still worth a shot. Sometimes, even if unlikely, one should check for themselves if only for that peace of mind that comes as a result. His descent from the tree was cosmically time for when the Demon bees would make their ominous return. Sora had a rising suspicion that the spell could sense that he had been in the forest with the golden sphere and therefore activated itself. Maybe he was thinking too much about it.

The thought that breaking the orb could possibly have a catastrophic effect weighed heavily on his heart, but it also made him feel a further sinking sense of despair as he didn’t know how else the village was to continue living in this way. Would they have to leave their homes in search of new land to claim as their own? What if the bees continue to chase after them? They couldn’t possibly hold out for much longer. It was only a matter of time before they died out from the continued attacks or the stress.

At the arrival of the flying bastards, Kikyo situated herself in front of the young boy protectively and he felt safe. Seeing her summoning shikigami made him feel more confident in her abilities, so surely she’d be able to see the end of this dangerous and sick joke life was playing on the poor village.

“O-okay.” He holds the golden orb up high for the Saimyosho to see it. “Show us who is responsible for you being here!”

The bees looked at each other and then back at Sora. One moves closer slowly and with one of it’s legs, pointed to the golden orb. “Who summoned you here?” He asks next, and the bees didn’t make a reaction other than looking at each other again, as if one of them would have the answer. They were simply summoned from the trees, and so they didn’t have any real sense of purpose or understanding. The same bee had motioned to the golden orb again as an answer. “Where do you go when you leave?” The bees didn’t have an answer to that either. They explode into paper. The paper would then be subject to the elements and get wasted away.

“Why were you attacking my village? Someone brought you here to do something.” Sora asks a question of his own. What were the Saimyosho doing in this forest and why were they tasked to attack the village? The one who had been answering him to this point starts flying in a distinct pattern. They wouldn’t know it, but in the future when Arabic numbers get introduced to Japan, they would know the shape as the number ‘eight’. Ironic, given that the word for ‘eight’ and ‘bee’ sounded the same in Japanese. Coincidence? Surely not, but that wasn’t something anyone of this time would’ve known. Perhaps this would be a clue for a future case.

A shadow descends upon them and a gigantic canine stood beside the two humans. It would appear that Sesshomaru had given up on waiting idly by. The muzzle of the beast rubs against Kikyo’s cheek, acting the bare minimum of subservient. “Ahem, Mi’lady, pardon our tardiness. We’ve arrived to assist you.” Jaken jumps down from Sesshomaru’s back and offers a polite bow.

Sora looks at the beast and Kikyo in awe. She can summon shikigami AND commands a beast? Wow! If only the child knew the mortification the ‘beast’ felt in this moment. For the sake of the common goal, some sacrifices could be made. Jaken watched as the one bee was still flying in a pattern and could connect the dots to what he’d seen in a map from the information gathered from their sources. “Mi’lady, the bee seems to be following the shape of the attacks on human settlements. We’ve gathered intelligence and the attacks have been going in this order as seen on the map.” Jaken brings out a map from his sleeve and unfurls it. “This village is located here in the epicenter. If what the bee is showing us is correct, the path crosses this village twice.” That was the reason why this village was being attacked more than the others.

[dr4kenlvr]

sunny side up

pairing: hanma shuji x gn!reader

genre/wc: fluff; domestic (0.9k+)

a/n: ty miso for the idea! time to cook some burnt breakfast with shu'!!! most of the fic is him and reader in bed buuut there is some food LOL not proofread + why do i always post at midnight ?? idk but im going to bed now ily guys

cw: reader cooks bacon and is implied to eat it for breakfast, just wanted to put that out in case!

behind the lids of your eyes, there was a subtle change in hue as the sun's light spilled through the curtains of the room. the room, where you and hanma currently lied soundly in, was the perfect temperature.

a spring breeze was quiet as it crept into the crack hanma had forgotten to close in the window. it was quite chilly, from where your head peeked above the lush blanket that covered the two of you. with a incoherent mumble, you made a mental note to scold him of that later. but for now, all your mind could muster focusing on—was the spreading warmth on your hip from hanma's large palm.

he was spooning you from behind, and it would seem as though he was waking up himself. you knew from the way his fingers were slowly stroking your skin. every nudge of his knuckle made a tingle spring its way up and over your spine. shifting yourself slightly, you turned lazily to face him in all of his morning glory.

his eyes were still closed, but a coy smile played his lips at the movement of the mattress. he knew you were facing him, but decided to play dumb. you chuckled, "i know you're awake, idiot. that smile's not helping you."

your lips pryed open with a teasing grin as you snuggled your way closer to his bare chest, palms resting on the taut muscle. his skin was hot under your touch and you enjoyed the way his body rumbled from the way he chuckled—eyes still closed.

you craned your head around and whispered a soft, "wake up, my love," against the junction of his neck and ear.

that must've been what set him off, because from the corner of your vision, you could see the striking glimmer of his golden eyes peer through the shield of his lids. you sighed, and decided you could never get tired of this sight: hanma shuji, shirtless, with tousled hair and sleepy eyes. your boyfriend was absolutely stunning. the colour of his orbs could battle the all the stars and merge victory tenfold, no matter the situation.

"it's almost ten, i'll head down to fix us something yeah?" you whispered, in the same place to him. he simply nodded, and rubbed his eyes to rid of any sleepiness. once he adjusted himself, he smiles at the sight of you against his chest: so comfortable and safe—right in his arms. he tucked a stray hair behind your ear, and cupped your cheek.

"some breakfast sounds good, what about eggs and toast?" he suggested through a stiffled yawn, making you laugh. you place a quick peck on his lips, and make your way up and over his body.

"eggs and toast it is, my love."

hanma watched your figure walk away from the bed and out the door, his eyes never leaving until you were completely gone from his sight. after some moments pondering whether or not to go back to bed, he eventually got up. throwing on a black tee, hanma adjusted his sweats and went to ready himself for the day before heading down to join you.

usually, you and hanma would cook together—"i know how to whip up a few things, nothing fancy but it does the job"; hanma had once told you, when you confessed you weren't too polished in the culinary zone. but some eggs, toasts, and even bacon weren't an issue to you anymore (courtesy of hanma's partially above-average cooking skills).

you poured some oil into a heated pan, and had been in the middle of cracking a few eggs when the presence of someone lingered behind you. as if confirming your suspicions, your boyfriend wrapped his arms around your torso and plopped his head atop yours.

"smells good," he pouts into your hair, referring to the plate of freshly sizzled bacon to your right. the smell wafted your nostrils with a potent scent that went straight to your grumbling stomach. hanma must've heard it because he laughed, hands reaching lower to your hips and pulling you back against him. "someone's hungry, hm?" he kissed your head and pulled back when you playfully swat him away.

"ya' know i like em sunny side up, right babe?" he said before he drifted too far away.

you nodded absentmindely, not even turning to face him when you replied: "no need to remind me, i remember shu'."

hanma smiles at that.

grabbing the necessary plates and utensils, he set the table up as needed, making sure to grab extra napkins for you. you were sometimes a messy eater. at the cupboard, he grabbed your guys' morning drinks; making his coffee just the way he liked it. the aroma of caffeine made its way around the kitchen and you hummed in delight. hanma took the toasts out of the toaster, and gulped down a swig of his coffee mug with a happy grin.

he always enjoyed mornings when the two of you could just enjoy each other's company. the homey feeling of this life was an experience like hanma had never had. the pure domesticity of it all—was something he could certainly get used to.

there was no need to talk, even while eating. you two simply sat and enjoyed a meal like it was no other. like you have done this a million times already. hanma would refill your cup when he noticed it was empty, and you would grab him another serving of bacon when he had gobbled it all down (far too quickly, you thought, but hey—at least your cooking was delicious enough).

mornings like this were—what hanma would call—absolutely perfect.

[volleychumps]

Hello beautiful do you by any chance know that tiktok trend when you call your partner by a different name?? Well can you have Tuskishima,Oikawa,kuroo, and if you do Astumu s/o doing that tiktok trend??I hope that helps have a beautiful day bye love!!!

Calling Them By A Different Name w/ Tsukishima, Oikawa, Kuroo, and Atsumu 

Warning(s): suggestive themes/ kind of nsfw for these cocky bastards lmao- all characters are aged up! 

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Tsukishima 

- In all honesty you really believed that this blonde bastard wouldn’t react in the slightest to the tik tok prank you were about to pull on him

- blondie thinks he’s way too mature for tik tok (yeah one of those) and honestly wouldn’t suspect a thing-

- that is until you’re grinning at your phone a little too widely, feigning giggles and such as you swipe through your phone, when in reality you had the camera facing towards him 

- when his curiosity finally peaks, he side eyes you and looks up from his assignment on his desk, at your figure laying on his bed 

- “You’re creeping me the hell out.” lmfao what a dick-

- “Oh really? Sorry, Shouyou!” 

- the pen in his hand stops gliding across the paper, stilling a little too quietly as you have to bite your lip to keep from laughing 

- honestly has to take a good twenty seconds to process that you really just did him like that 

- “Y/N.” “Eh? Yes, Tsukki?” 

- “Don’t Tsukki me.” MSJDNJSKD

- in eight seconds flat his tall figure is hovering over you, hips pressing down against yours but still keeping his weight off of you as you meet his glare with an even grin, phone now laying forgotten by your side as Tsukishima’s hands find the spaces next to your head

- you were expecting a lot of things but nOT THE OUTCOME YOU WANTED SKNKJDS

- “So not only did you just call me that short annoying-ass cheeto puff’s name-” “uM rude, first of all-” 

- presses his hips against yours a little more as his hazel orbs seem to darken, quieting you 

- “You’re on a first name basis with Hinata? Should I step on him- just say the word and I’ll finally have a reason-” 

- you feel warmth at the posessiveness in the blonde’s eyes and can’t help but lean up to peck the tip of his nose cutely 

- “It was for a tik tok, love.” 

- just stares at you for a minute before scoffing, satisfied with the noise that comes out of your mouth after he applies even more pressure to his hips

- “You wanted this situation, didn’t you?” “It worked, didn’t it?” 

- rolls his eyes as his fingers begin to work at the buttons on your blouse

- “Just say you want attention next time, idiot.” “Alrighty Shouyou-”

Oikawa

- this pretty setter boy really just wanted to have a cute baking date with you and you pull this sHIT on him 

- “Y/N-chan~ can you stir this while I go find some more baking soda?” 

- awh omg don’t do this to him he just wants to eat milk bread

- “Sure thing Tobio!” 

- deadass drops the wooden spoon he had been holding dramatically, jaw slackening at the name of the guy you know he despises

- “I-what? what did you just call me?” “Tooru, is everything alright?”

- pouts, as you smile sweetly into your batter as if nothing had happened before turning around to go the pantry again- 

- “Don’t forget the yeast, Tobio my love!” 

- lmao too far 

- seems to ponder what you said for a moment before he’s suddenly in front of you, grabbing the bowl out of your hand gently before setting it down and putting a hand on the counter, trapping you in as you feel the counter dig into your back 

- “What did you just call me?” His breath fans over your face as you have to stop yourself from kissing him right there because his voice dropped an octave was a stupid amount of sexy 

- “Tooru?” “Don’t kid around like that, sweet girl.” 

- oH SHIT we pullin out the bedroom names now???

- you bite back a giddy grin at the successful riling up of your boyfriend before your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer as he sets you up on the counter, standing between your thighs 

- literally breathes a sigh of relief when you tell him it’s just a prank before his chocolate orbs eye you seriously and the position you’re in 

- “I will take you on this counter.” “My phone’s recording-” 

- “So if I do something lewd then you can’t post this?” “Tooru no-” 

Kuroo

- you literally decide to pull this prank on him in the middle of a heated makeout session in the storage locker room in the middle of the training camp with all the teams just outside the door 

- you really wanted to see how your cocky boyfriend would react even if it was a risky idea 

- so as Kuroo pulls away from you to trail his lips down your neck heatedly, you take the opportunity to breathe out an airy- 

- “God, Bokuto!” 

- almost immediately tightens his hands on your hips, a growl rising in the captain’s throat as he pulls back to eye you angrily, one of his hands coming to cup your face a tad roughly 

- “Kitten, I don’t know if I heard correctly, but that pretty voice of yours just said a name that wasn’t mine, no?” 

- his gentle tone contrasted greatly with his actions as you find your cheeks flushed while Kuroo begins to posessively take your lips in an even more heated kiss- grabbing your wrists to pin them above your head as his other hand begins to slip under your shirt

- “Or do I need to remind you just who you belong to?” 

- “K-Kuroo...” “Uh-Uh, Bokuto’s just out those doors, so I want you saying the real thing so he can hear it.” 

- “Everyone will hear...” “So? You brought this on, didn’t you?” 

- smirks against your skin with heat in his pupils as he feels you shiver against him as a hand slips down your body, grinning a cat-like grin when he finally touches where you want him to 

- “Tetsurou!” “That’s more like it, kitten.” 

- Needless to say, no tik tok got posted that night- hence the bite marks on your chest and bruises on your neck

Atsumu

- lmao you really did him dirty while he was driving, absent-mindedly scrolling through tik tok before deciding to carry out with this risky idea as your boyfriend keeps his attention on the road 

- “What’s my pretty girl smiling so cutely for? I haven’t even done anything besides be unbearably attractive.” as he rests a hand on your thigh while driving, playful smile on the setter’s features as he contentedly drives

- “I just like being with you, Osamu. Is that strange?” 

- I can’t he almost crashes the car- 

- “Y/N.” his hand almost immediately leaves your thigh to join the single one on the steering wheel, and you feel a surge of giggles come on at the clench of your boyfriend’s jaw 

- “Yes, Osamu?” 

- scoffs, smile with no humor spreading across his face before his voice quiets down to barely above a whisper 

- “Try again.” “What do you mean, Osamu-?” 

- parks the car in the nearest parking lot, and you don’t have time to react before your boyfriend juts your face towards his, kissing you with a fervor unknown as you find yourself whining into his kiss, only pulling back when you’re gasping for air 

- “One last try.” “A-Atsumu...” 

- grins, but doesn’t reach his eyes before flicking his head in the direction of the backseat, leaning in to kiss you deeply once more possesively 

- “Backseat. Now. You know better than to get me riled up, sweetheart.” 

[lovesanmotion]

yandere!ateez 99 & 00 liner reacts: seeing s/o kill for the first time

💌. This is: requested | 98 liner reaction here 

TW: blood and gore 

Yunho: 

The thought originally came when Yunho let you borrow his playstation controller while playing an rpg game. Situated in the living room, he made himself comfortable besides you on the couch and watched how you strategized and kill your enemies through the screen. And then the thought came into him, what if you kill with him? Slowly his mind drifted into the new found thought and kept pondering about it besides you. 

“Are you okay, love? I said I finished the game and look!” You smiled as you pointed at the screen with the words YOU WON. He smiled and placed a kiss on your cheek before turning off the controller and helping you cook dinner. 

When the following week came, Yunho was on his way home from the groceries when someone he knew particularly bumped into him. 

“Watch where you’re going man. Jesus.” He sneered at Yunho before going back to whoever he was talking to on the phone. That particularly person isn’t just a random stranger, it was your ex boyfriend who dumped you for a random girl he met online. Yunho stopped on his tracks, pondering in his thoughts before putting the paper bags inside the car and walking over to some place else. 

“Y/N look what I have for you!” you went over to where you heard Yunho was and it lead you to the living room, in the middle of the room is a man tied onto a chair with a sack covering his head. 

A smile still plastered on his lips as he hands you a metal baseball bat. You blinked twice before taking it in your hands. You were using the same kind of bat while playing Yunho’s game. He was sensing your hesitation before he went behind you and whispered in your ear. 

“This is your ex boyfriend. He bumped into me the other day, wouldn’t it be nice to take your revenge?” And with that, a thousand of horrible memories came flooding into your head. There are good memories with your ex, however, they were overshadowed by the bad ones. Gripping your hold on the base, you swinged the bat and continously swung it over his head. Hearing a few bones cracking and watching as the white sack turn into bright red. You wouldn’t stop not until Yunho wrapped his arms around you from behind and took the bat away from you. 

“That’s enough, darling. You did so well today. Done beautifully.” Sensing his smile, he wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face on the crook of your neck and hearing the thud of the metal bat onto the floor. 

Yeosang: 

“Do you love me, Y/N?” 

His voice ran chills down your spine. In front of you is the love of your life, staring deeply into your eyes while a third party whose hands and ankles are binded, hid behind Yeosang’s back and body on the floor. And this was no ordinary person who’s binded and laying pathetically on Yeosang’s basement. It was your old college dormmate, now all botched up, who tried to take Yeosang from you. 

“If you love me” Yeosang says, taking your hands in his before placing a small pointed metal with a wooden handle into your hands. An ice pick. “you would kill for me.” He ends his sentence before moving away, his eyes never removing from you. Yeosand’s smart and you knew why he chose this weapon. Once stabbed, the victim doesn’t die immediately, rather, the stab wounds would turn into injuries forming blood clots until slowly the victim slips into their death. Making the victim look like they died from blood clotting, internal bleeding or aneurysm. 

You slowly kneeled down besides her head, watching as her eyes gloss with tears. 

“Please Y/N. Were friends” she chokes out before breaking into a sob. You softly cooed at her, brushing a few hairstrands away from her face. 

“This will be quick” raising your right hand and then stabbing the ice pick onto her forehead, burying the metal surface deeply into her skull, twisting the weapon and then swiftly pulling it out of her. 

Yeosang’s giggles broke the silence of the room as he takes the ice pick from your hand, placing it on top of the table before wrapping his arms around you. 

“I knew you love me too, Y/N!” He chirps. Seeing him happy made your feelings swell and warm your insides, you raised your arms and slowly wrapped them around his nape, hugging him back. 

San: 

You and San are not in the best of terms as of the moment. You had raised your voice at him and disobeyed him, causing him to leave the shared home, only to return home with a random girl he picked up from the streets and started to have sex with her in the living room. You took your earphones and mp3 player from your desk, playing a random song just to block the girl’s annoying autotuned moaning from your ears. You couldn’t care less if San was dicking her down, you knew you were bound to die in this place before you could even see San in a different light. 

And everything was going fine until your bedroom swung open and a shirtless San barged into your room, grabbing your forearm and then dragging you into the room next to yours. 

“Let go of me you manwhore!” You tried yanking your arm away from his grip only to fail. You were expecting to see a naked woman on his bed, whoever it turned out to be the opposite. The woman, still fully clothed, has her arms and ankles tied onto the bed posts. You were confused, you looked at San for an answer. 

“Do you think I’m a manwhore when I dedicate my whole life to you?” He says, walking closer to you, eyes staring straight into your dark brown orbs. “Kill her, if you hate her presence bothers you so much.” He says before taking a hold on your shoulders and spinning you around. The woman shook her head, pleading for her life. But all you did is grab onto the pillow and watch her suffocate while struggling. When she was no longer struggling, you immediately let go of the cushions, your back bumping into San’s hard rock chest. 

“That’s my baby.” He whispers softly, hugging you from behind and placing his chin on top of your shoulder. 

Mingi: 

He doesn’t see the point of you still working in your corporate office when all your boss does is humiliate you in front of your co workers. For all he knows, your boss should keep his mouth shut or else he’d kill him. Kill. The word rang into his mind. What if you, the love of his life, kill your boss? It sounded like a good plan. Better even. That night, he stepped out into the night and kidnapped your boss who is easy enough to locate. 

Your self esteem went lower and lower as your boss would continue to humiliate you inside the office. But when you heard that he didn’t come to work today, you were wondering where the devil is he. It wasn’t until you clocked out at 6pm and went straight home. 

“Hi Y/N!” Mingi smiles, waving his hand happily but with your boss all tied up into a chair. Your eyes widened in surprise making you drop your handbag. 

“I can’t let this fat fuck run his mouth and talk shit about my baby. So I did the honors for you.” How could he still smile in a situation like this? He kidnapped your boss and he’s happy about it? 

“And so, to end my baby’s pain, she gets to do this. One time big time only.” He hands you a jagdkommando knife. 

Your breath hitched. “H-how do you have this?” you asked, your voice coming out merely a whisper. Mingi takes a step closer to you, cupping your eyes as he looks into your eyes brimming with tears. “Don’t ask questions like that now, jagi. What matters here is that once we, well you, kill him, all the money he has will be wired into my account and you wouldn’t have to work for that damned office anymore. Don’t you want that?” He leans down and places a kiss on your forehead. 

You turned to face your boss whose wailing around his seat, his pants dampening with his pee. Raising your hand, you brought the knife down on his neck. Hearing that squelching sound before taking the knife out, raising your hand and bringing it to his stomach and pulling it out. Your work clothes stained with his blood, watching your boss bleed out through the large holes you’ve created on his skin with the knife. 

“Don’t hurt yourself now.” He whispers, taking the knife away from your hand. “How was your day today, jagi? Let me run you a hot bath before we have dinner.” He says, taking you upstairs. 

Wooyoung: 

He got a little carried away torturing a guy who confessed to you the other day for liking you. He was having his own little fun by purposefully making him trip on his own feet and stab his legs, dodging him whenever he would lunge at him and then hit his head on the wall. That was what he was doing until you came home. 

“Hear that, idiot? She’s home.” He says, leaving the basement with a mood shift. Happily skipping to the living room to greet you. “Darlinggg~” he flings his arms around you. 

“What’s got you so hyper right now?” You chuckle softly, turning to face him. Instead of replying, he took a hold of your hand and lead you the basement. To your surprise, you see a man whose lying on the floor, pants bloodied and covered in sweat. 

“It’s your turn to get into the fun!” He smiles handing you a russian roulette with only one bullet inside. “I already had my turn with him and I reserved for you the grand finale.” He says, hugging you tightly in his arms. “Think of this as his final dying act. When he dies, the curtains will close and the people will praise you.” He places a big kiss on your cheek. 

You weren’t skilled like Wooyoung, but you hoped that this bullet would go into his head. You took a deep breath and pulled the trigged. And as you wished, the bullet pierced through the skin of his forehead and into his skull. 

Wooyoung clapped and stood up from his seat like a standing ovation. He walks up to you and takes your hand in his. 

“What a natural.” 

Jongho: 

Staring at you is something that Jongho will never get tired of doing. Even when you get embarrassed, Jongho will never keep his eyes off you. If his eyes were his stomach, they would feel so full just by looking at you. Only he can stare at you how he wants to. No one else except him. Not until his next door neighbor accidentally discovered you when you opened the door. 

He was furious at you and at his neighbor and dragged both of you into his basement. Before he left, you pleaded not to let him leave you alone. Seeing the tears in your eyes were his ultimate weakness, he hated the feeling that it was him who made you cry. But you broke a rule, and it is only fitting that you receive a punishment. 

“Wait here” he says, ascending up the stairs and going somewhere. When he came back, he has a 7 needle gauge in his hand. 

“You broke a rule, darling. You shouldn’t have answered the door. If you want me to forgive you, stab his eyes.” He says, your breath hitched. Never once did you imagine yourself killing someone. Let alone be an order from a person. When you sat closer to his neighbor, you quickly pierced the needle into his eye. Letting out a blood curdling scream, your heart raced. Swiftly taking the needle out, the man lets out a cry before screaming again as you did the same into his left eye. 

When he was no longer moving, it was your turn to cry. Tossing the needle away as you brought your knees close to your chest, sobbing. Jongho’s footsteps could be heard behind you, slowly he lifted you up and carried you bridal style. 

“It’s over now, sweetheart. I’m not mad at you anymore.” 

[starkermeup]

Necessary Punishment

Tony is not amused by the chaos Peter caused in his absence and gives the boy a very necessary punishment.

Or what should of happened during the Roof Scene in Homecoming.

Part One

Cross posted on AO3

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Peter was stubborn, too stubborn for his own good. The kid was too quick to play hero without having a plan or any idea what he was truly doing. Now, here they were, after Tony not only saved Peter's ass but along with everyone on the fucking Staten Island Ferry. Tony rolled his eyes as Peter tried to bullshit his way out of taking proper responsibility. Not just for the ferry but for how he so easily lied to him. Tony knew he manipulated the baby protocol, he knew about every idiotic thing Peter had done since he left him to play the "Friendly Neighborhood Spider". Needless to say, Tony wasn't impressed in the slightest.

Peter stumbled backwards as Tony emerged from his suit, his eyes widening in shock that it was Tony in the flesh this time.

"I do care kid, I gave you the suit, didn't I?" Tony says sternly and Peter's stuck in place, under his glare. "That does not give you the right to disrespect me."

"B-but Mr. Stark I-"

"No. This is where you zip it, alright? The adult is talking. You were wrong Peter. Wrong." Tony snaps sharply at the boy, causing him to shrink into himself. Tony takes another step closer.

"I-I'm sorry Mr. Stark..." Peter says, still unable to meet his mentor's eyes. Tony clicked his tongue at the meager display in front of him.

"Peter," Tony starts. He grabs the boy's chin, lifting his head up and squeezes. Peter gasps but doesn't dare move. "You look me in the eyes when you address me. Christ, where's the good kid I met 3 months ago who showed the up most respect to his elders?" Tony shakes his head, convincing Peter of the severe disappointment he felt in him.

Peter looks befuddled, mouth opening and closing, changing what he wants to say at the last second. His eyes glassy as his face reddens. Tony rolled his eyes.

"You're clearly not ready for suit. You've shown that in more ways than one with your childish antics." Tony dropped Peter's chin as he spoke backing himself from the boy.

Peter immediately came to it then, pulling Tony back, clinging to him with his two fists. "No, N-no Sir please, I'm sorry, so sorry. I won't do it again just please don't take the suit, I'm nothing without it..." Peter babbled on, clutching Tony for dear life.

"If you're nothing without it, then you don't deserve it." Tony said simply, watching the boy's resolve crumble before his eyes. "I can't believe you would do this, to think you would disrespect me after all I've done for you..."

"Mr. Stark, please I'm sorry, I really am. I'm sorry I took off the protocol but-" Peter halted himself, words dying in his throat, realizing he was trying to defend his actions again. "Please Sir, just don't be disappointed in me. I just wanted to be like you. Y-you're my hero..." Peter's eyes were wet as tears rolled down his rosy cheeks. Apparently, expressing disappoint in the boy was his weak spot.

Tony stares at the boy with a unreadable gaze for a long moment before speaking. "You need to be taught a lesson for being so naughty and inconsiderate of others' feelings Peter and you're gonna get it right now. Get on your knees." Tony says sternly.

Peter hesitates for a moment, but he crumbles under Tony's ever so present gaze, keeping his head down. "Eyes on me and I won't tell you again." Tony says with an edge to his voice. It has Peter shaking with anticipation. Vivid flashbacks of the last time Mr. Stark told him to get on his knees come to mind. The limo ride home that had ended with Peter showing his gratification by sucking his mentor's cock while Mr. Stark praised him then jerked him off. It had been... amazing and Peter would be lying if he said he hadn't been thinking about it since it happened. It was apart of the reason why he wanted to see Mr. Stark so bad and why he threw himself into his little investigation, something to distract him from how bad he wanted Tony, how bad he wanted his cock buried down his throat again. The constant thought made itself known in Peter's head all the time as if to make sure he didn't imagine the whole thing.

The older man steadied his jaw, brushing his finger lightly against the boy's lips. "See Pete, that's the problem. You don't know when to shut this pretty mouth of yours and just listen." He dips his thumb into the boy's mouth which earns him a whimper. "But don't worry, I know just what bad boys need."

Tony held Peter's head in place while he used the other to undo his pants, Peter was rendered speechless. His breath hitched as Tony's semi hard cock came into his sight. Just as big and thick and in control like Mr. Stark, just as Peter remembered. He gaps at the twitching rod, mouth watering in anticipation.

"Keep your mouth open like that, perfect." Tony says, tracing his finger alongside Peter's mouth. "Now listen closely Peter. I'm going to fuck this pretty mouth of yours and you're gonna take it then thank me like the good obedient boy I know you can be, understand?" He's petting Peter's hair again and the boy can't help but lean into it.

"Yes Mr. Stark," Peter says as calm as he can, keeping eye contact with Tony this time, shivering from his mentor's words. He doesn't have a chance to say more, because Tony shoves his cock balls deep in his mouth in one go. Peter gags as his brown eyes widen, still staring at the older man. Tony uses the debauched sight in front of him as fuel to go faster. He holds Peter's curls tight, working himself in and out at a punishing pace.

Peter whines while Tony abuses his mouth and tries gripping the man's thighs for some leverage but Tony's moving so fast it's hard to hold on. He ends up placing his hands in his own lap and tries to focus on his breathing as Tony fucks his mouth.

"Fuck, look at you Peter. Your fucking mouth is like a flesh hole, the way you keep sucking me down like this. You must feel so guilty for disappointing me hm?" Tony says and Peter can't do anything but hum against the hot cock brutalizing his throat.

Tony keeps fucking his throat and the boy is almost able to completely bliss out from it. The fast rhythm was easy to follow once Peter focused on sucking cock, his throat feeling numb as Mr. Stark hit the back of his mouth every time. Closing his eyes, it was pleasant to let Tony use him as he pleased. It felt good being used like this, even though this was suppose to be his punishment, he felt his own cock throbbing hard in his suit.

Then Tony slams the boy's mouth balls deep on his cock. The pubic hair on Tony's groin tickles Peter's nose and he feels tears blur his vision. His mentor's cock was well down his esophagus. Peter lets out a strangled moan but Tony doesn't move, instead admiring the sight. The boy stares up at him with pleading wet orbs, his heart pounding hard in his chest as his cock throbs almost violently.

"Peter you're doing so good, but maybe a little too good. Perhaps this is what you wanted all along..." Tony ponders, lavishing in how the boy's throat contracts around him, can't help moving his hips a little at the tight sensation. "Was it? Is that why you lied to me and made stupid choices Parker? You wanted me to use your slutty mouth again. Isn't that right?" Tony asks and he must realize that Peter can't actually reply but that doesn't stop the boy from whining helplessly. He pulls back slowly, watching Peter's puffy lips come into view. "I said, isn't that right? And don't you dare think about lying to me again, you naughty boy."

Peter feels drunk from the speed of the throat fucking and his eyes are bloodshot from the tears filling out, yet he never felt so turned on before in him life, this topped everything, even the ride home. He knows Tony is waiting for his answer and he was never one to keep him waiting. So he clears his throat but his voice still comes out gravely. "Y-yes, I'm sorry for being immature Mr. Stark. Forgive me," Peter says, barely recognizing his own wrecked voice. He reaches out and strokes his mentor's length while looking up with what he thinks, is an apologetic expression.

Tony stares back amused, his eyes lower. He rubs the tip of his cock against the boy's swollen lips. "Oh baby, you're not immature, just a little cockstupid but that, that we can work with." Tony says almost adoringly, Peter's heart swoons in his chest and his cock leaks in his suit at the return of the nickname. Could it be Mr. Stark had forgiven him? Tony shoves his cock back into the welcoming mouth to the hilt and resumes his hard motions.

"That's it, baby, fucking take it." Tony mutters and Peter wants to be his baby, wants to be Tony's baby so bad, he's sick with it. Being calling baby by Tony gives him the encouragement to roll his tongue on the underside of older man's cock, which earns him a groan.

Tony tightens his hold of Peter's curls, aiming his cock directly down the boy's throat. It felt divine. He didn't originally planned for this to happen again but Peter, sweet little Peter in the suit he made him, making a mess of the city just for his attention was too much. And those innocent bambi eyes he gave Tony as he was told off was too good. He looked so small and vulnerable that Tony had it set in his mind that he was gonna have the boy on his knees again and this punishment was the perfect excuse to fuck Peter's inexperienced mouth like he wanted to in the limbo. And thank god, because Tony was slowly getting addicted to having his little spiderling like this, on his knees sucking his cock with that jailbait mouth like he was born for it. Another roll of Peter's tongue has Tony stuttering his hips and moving them in quick small thrusts in and out.

"I'm gonna come down your throat now," Tony states, leaving no more for objection. "And you're gonna be a good boy and swallow ever last drop okay? Good boys take their punishment with dignity and pride. Be a good boy for me." Tony shoves into Peter until he was nesting against his pelvis. The warmth and tightness became to much just then, feeling himself come down the teen's throat.

Tony's thick cock was lodged down his throat so deep, all Peter can do is swallow the hot spurts of cum over and over. Having Mr. Stark use his mouth like a whore had him so turned on, he can barely breathe, his own cock straining in his suit. He moans helplessly as his idle hands travel down to grip his hard on.

But one look at Peter and Tony knows. In one swift motion, he pulls his softening cock from the boy's mouth and grabs his hands above his head.

"Who says you get to come, hm? This is your punishment Petey, you don't get to have your release. You haven't earned it. " Mr. Stark says in an as a matter of fact way and Peter wants to cry. He sniffles, he never been this hard before in his life. What did Mr. Stark need from him? To give back the suit? A another apology? For him to beg to come? In that moment Peter would of done anything. There's no point in getting off if it's not with Mr. Stark, not anymore.

Peter's eyes are filled with arousal and sweet devotion. His lips puffy and red. It fills Tony with a sinful desire. Peter was far too easy like this. "I'm waiting Mr. Parker." Peter furrows his eyebrows together until it hits him and he manages to understand what the man wanted. He licked his lips before staring at his mentor.

"T-thank you Sir for letting me suck your dick," Peter says and the words feel foreign on his lips. Tony nods, pleased.

"Since you were such a good fuckhole for me, I think you deserve a little reward." Tony presents his right leg to Peter, moving it between the teen's spread thighs. "You can come but only by humping my leg." Peter's eyes widen at the realization of the man's words. He looks down at the roof, feeling humiliated and the undeniable throb of his confined cock.

"Are you going to take me up on it then? Gonna take your treat?" Tony purrs, petting Peter's curls. Peter's throat feels rubbed to hell so he nods at the man but Tony tsks in displeasure. "Use your words baby."

"P-please lemme get my treat M-Mr. Stark. I'm a good boy," Peter babbles, not recognizing the broken voice he hears. Tony smiles at him satisfied.

The New York sunset plays a beautiful backdrop, the sole witness to Peter humping his mentor's leg like a needy slut. His ears burn with embarrassment but he only thrusts his hips faster, unable to stop the lewd sounds from his mouth. It feels so good, also therapeutic and Peter feels more pre cum leak. He's already so close. The teen takes one quick look at his mentor's face, staring down at him, taking in how the handsome sternest of his features was in great contradiction with his near black eyes which was pure lust. He moaned, he wanted the man to touch him bad. Wanted to come from Tony's hands again.

"That's it baby, fuck my leg like a bitch in heat. Fuck, that's such a good look on you. You're gonna come aren't you? Go on then, come on my leg baby." Tony taunts and before he knows it, Peter is creaming his suit, letting out a strangled moan while grinding his orgasm into the meaty part of Tony's leg. "That's right, let it all out."

Peter pants hard, leaning his forehead against Tony's leg, coming down from the biggest orgasm he ever had. Tony lets him gather his breathing before he's pulling the boy up to his feet. Peter wobbles a little, knees being sore from being in the same position for so long but Mr. Stark is smiling at him like he's proud of him so Peter could care less about it. The smile falters a little as his eyes move down the front of Peter's suit. Peter follows them and blushes.

"You made another mess, just like last time." Tony states. He brushes his hand against the wet spot on Peter's suit, making the teen whimper. "I'm still taking the suit. But, next time I see you, it better not be for a punishment. Understood? Be a good boy for Peter." Tony says, in a demanding voice that shakes Peter to core.

Even though a part of him wants to disobey Mr. Stark, just to see what punishment he'd get, the bigger part wanted to be a good boy for his mentor, be worthy of his praise.

Peter bites his swollen bottom lip and says with the most conviction he can muster. "Yes, Mr. Stark."

Just then, Tony closes the distance between them and crashing their lips together. He holds Peter's jaw as he works the boy's mouth open, licking his way in, tasting his own cum. Peter is helpless to react, just becomes weak in his mentor's hold, letting Tony tongue fuck him. It doesn't last long but when Tony pulls back, Peter's needs to catch his breath. He stares scandalized at Tony through his lashes. The man only licks his lips.

"Good boy."

[cinnamonrusts]

first date with the sparda boys --

Your first date with Dante/Vergil   -- f!reader + mentions of alcohol + lots of fluff

DANTE-

“Devil May Cry?” your voice is chipper and tone polite, “No, Dante isn’t here at the moment. Can I take a message?” an older woman sounds off her concerns and the need for immediate attention from the legendary devil hunter himself, “I’ll be sure to pass that message on once he gets in!” the call ends and you slam the phone’s receiver down with a hard thud.

You add another tally to a long list of marks on the back of a pizza order receipt. Curses escape your lips as you continued to be annoyed by the barrage of calls. Soon, you start to mock Dante’s voice and the words he left you with, “Just gotta run a quick errand, I’ll be back in a jiff!” your head bobs side to side as you stick out your tongue whilst imitating the man.

“I’ll be back in a jiff! -- yeah fucking right...,” you jot down the woman’s name beside her tally, “..idiot.” A voice startles you, “Hope you’re not talking about me!” it was Dante. He closed the door to his building behind him as he sauntered in, smile on his lips. “Dante!,” you push yourself back from his desk and wave the wrinkled receipt in the air, “If you’re going to lie about how long you’re going to be gone. Hire a fucking receptionist, because I am not one!” 

As you approach him, he lends out his hand and snatches the paper from your fingers. His opaque like eyes examine the list that you made out for him, “Wowzah. That’s a lotta people.” his opposite hand strokes his scruff, “We can worry about this tomorrow,” he crumples the paper and stuffs it into his front coat pocket. “Why don’t we go out for some fun? Since my trip lasted -- a little longer than expected.” his lips spread to that shit eating grin he always sports and you can’t fight back your trembling lips that turn from a frown into a smile. Why does he have to be so charming?

“Fine -- but you’re buying!” your eyes squint and your index finger is pointed at his nose. As you turn to grab your things from upstairs, Dante yells out, “With what money!?” you stop on the third step and face him, “Guess that’s for you to find out.”

With nightfall in the air, the wind turned cold and you dressed accordingly. Wrapped in a maroon pea coat and a black beanie to protect your head, you walked down the stairs to see Dante waiting in the same spot. His eyes locked onto you as you jogged down the stairs, he watched every movement you made and how focused you looked on each step. You shove your hands in your pocket as you approach him, he’s still staring. “What?” you ask with a shrug, a slight warmth rises in your cheeks. His lashes blink several times before his brain processes your question, “Nothing,” he answers. The man towers over you in height greatly and he places his strong palm on top of your hat, then proceeds to give you a hearty noogie. “Aw, look who looks all cute all bundled up!” he jokes.

You smack him away with the back of your hand with an angry look, “It’s like 20 something degrees outside! I’m not half demon like you, asshole. I don’t generate heat like a furnace,” you snap. Dante proceeds to fix the pom-pom on the top of your hat, “Sorry to pinch a nerve, short stuff.” you jab him in the chest with a closed fist and a poorly hidden smirk, he laughs it off and opens the door for you.

The bar isn’t too far down the road from Devil May Cry. On occasions you would go with Lady, Nico, and Trish for girl’s night out there. The building was pretty incognito and fit well for the neighborhood it was in. Just above the entrance was a crooked wooden sign that simply read, “The Raven”. Dante held the crudely painted door open for you and you ducked under his arm that held it open. Immediately you were struck in the face with the strong smell of tobacco and cheap liquor.

Your male companion took a deep breath in through his nose and exhaled loudly through his mouth, “Can’t get over that stench. Smells just like home,” his eyes gaze across the rugged crowd that frequented the joint. Some of them wave at the devil hunter while others hide their faces in their glasses. Dante placed his hand on your shoulder and led you to the bar, the two of you sat on two stools that felt like they could give way at any moment.

Dante greeted the bar tender, “Raymundo. Two gin and tonics, up.” The man behind the bar gave the Sparda a wink before going to work on the order. “You gonna pay me this time, Dante?” Raymundo asked once finished, he slid the two glasses in your directions. Dante caught his and took a gulp of the drink before answering, “Yeah, yeah. I’ll give you all I got.” he leaned over on one side as he dug into his back pocket to fish out his wallet. He opened up the dark leather bifold and stared into it with a depressed look, “All I got is a $20.” Dante pulled out the crisp green bill and reluctantly forfeited it to Raymundo. “No, Dante. Let me,” you attempt to dig into your coat pocket but Dante’s hand is immediately on your wrist with a tight grip. “No. I promised to take you out.”

Raymundo smiled as he took the money, “Aye, Dante. Out on a date, hmm?” “Yes.” Dante answers, “No.” you add,  both answers in unison. The bartender let out a hearty laugh, “I think I’ll trust the lady on this one. Rest is on me, Dante.” Raymundo patted the bar a few times with his palm before leaving the two to yourselves.

Dante turned toward you with a smug look, “So, this isn’t a date?” You scoff as you take a sip of your drink, “No. More of a payment for my duties, since you never pay me anyway.” He chuckled, “So, killing demons for pleasure doesn’t cut it enough, huh?” Dante took a drink, “Well, we’ll see if you change your mind by the end of the night.”

A Few Too Many Drinks Later --

A snort escapes your mouth as you throw your head back in a obnoxious laugh. Dante laughs just as loudly. The two of you remanence of old times in the earlier days of demon killing, when you were just a newbie in the crew. “You -- you literally were knocked on your ass trying to fire that shotgun!” Dante nearly had tears in his eyes as he went through the memory step by step.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have given me a shotgun meant for a giant!” you leaned into him as you started to feel your face warm up. Both of your giggling died down to a silence as you snuggled your head into the bend of Dante’s arm. He could smell his own breath that stunk of alcohol as he looked down with his opaque eyes to see your content face that was pushed up to him.

Dante could feel the call of his instincts; his fingers ached to run through your [h/c] strands that peeked out from under your hat. His palms cried to feel the natural warmth of your skin on his rugged hands. How would you react though? Would you get angry? Or would you allow him?

The Sparda gave in to his desires and took a piece of your hair around his finger, then lightly twirled it around his digit. This caused you to stir from your spot, your [e/c] orbs flickered up to him with a glassy look. “Hmm, that feels nice,” you smile softly. Dante smiles in return, his pounding heart was now slowing as you reacted better than he thought. “Hey, let’s go home.” he offers and you comply, pushing off of his body and taking a slight wobbly step. Dante comes to your aid, one hand wrapped over yours and the other at your waist. “I’m good,” you insist and the two of you leave the bar.

When the two of you reach the front door of Devil May Cry, the only light on the street is from the pink neon sign above the entrance and the small street lamp beside. Dante attempts to lead you up the concrete step but you stop him with a tug of the arm. He turns around to ask what’s wrong but sees you looking up into the sky with wonder. White specks fall from the darkness above and drift slowly in the breeze, the light reflecting off the flakes. You put out your palm to catch the snow and observe as it melts quickly in reaction to your heat. 

“Snow?” Dante asks as he too sticks out his palm. The small specks soon turn into bigger pieces that stick to yours and Dante’s hair/clothing. He takes a step down from the step to approach you and chuckles once he notices the flakes are sticking to your lashes. “You’re a snow angel,” the Sparda smiles. “Does that make you a snow demon?” you ask and Dante ponders for a moment before nodding quickly. A giggle comes from your throat and you watch as snowflakes drift into his scruff. “You got something there,” you say as you push yourself up onto your toes. Instead of brushing it off, you place a small kiss on his lips.

Dante is both speechless and motionless. He did not expect you to kiss him. Like, this was literally the last thing he would ever expect. Was this a dream? Were you going to vanish in a puff of smoke once he woke up. The man blinked several times to see that you were still there before him. His hands quickly found their way to your biceps and held them tightly, now it was his turn to kiss you. Dante kissed you like he always wanted to and his heart was pounding harder than it was at the bar. When he pulled away he asked, “You’re okay with this, right?” he wanted to ensure you were of sound mind. You smiled, “I’m not really that drunk,” one more kiss, “are you?” Dante shook his head, “I got a hell of a tolerance, short stuff.”

Your brow raised, “Was that a pun?” Dante laughed, “Maybe. Was this a date?”

You bit your lower lip as you looked in the distance in thought, “I think it was.”

VERGIL-

Ever since Vergil moved in with the devil hunter crew, he was reluctant to socialize much. Dante would often beg for his brother to do -- brotherly things with him besides hunting or training. The elder Sparda brother would brush his twin off with a huff through his nostrils and continue burying his face in his books.

Vergil peeked your interests as his mysterious nature reflected the one of your own. Despite feeling as if the others were like family, you couldn’t help but feel as if you were an outsider looking in. You felt as if Vergil felt the same way and just wanted someone to pry at his ironclad bindings. But every time you tried, you felt an overwhelming sensation of nervousness and backed out like a schoolgirl.

But tonight would be different --

Everyone was gone for the night and the only people left in the building was Vergil and yourself. He was shut up in his room and you were downstairs, bored. So, so, bored. You sat at Dante’s desk with your feet up on the mahogany, he would freak if he knew your dirty boots were on his desk. Only he could do that! Metal music screeched through the speakers of the lower level and you tossed a rubber band ball in the air several times as you suffered through the only track.

When the ball dropped from the air, you missed the catch and it bounced off your fingers, then slammed hard into the main speaker, hitting the power button. The music abruptly cut and you could hear the floorboards creaking from above. Your eyes flickered to the ceiling and remembered that Vergil was home too. You quietly made your way up the stairs and down the stretch of hall to his door. Your hand extended to knock but you hesitated, what if he didn’t want to be bothered? He seemed to be unfazed by your presence whenever you interacted. Vergil never seemed happy nor angry to see you, his face was often void of much emotion and was hard to read.

You bit your tongue as your knuckles drummed across the door lightly, then you took a step back to give him room to answer. There was no sound from within, so, you tried again. Still no noise and no answer, you assumed that either a: he left or b: he didn’t want to be bothered.

You turned to leave,

“Come in,” his cool voice calls from behind the door. The heartbeat in your chest quickened in pace as you slowly approached the knob, you sort of wished he had just ignored you; but you decided it was too late to back out and took hold of the knob to turn it. You pushed the door open just enough for you body to slide through and stopped at the threshold. Vergil was sitting on the edge of the bed with his back facing you, his head was bowed as he most likely was buried in his literature. “[Y/N],” he spoke. 

“How’d you know it was me?” you asked, a bit nervous. He didn’t move, “Everyone else left. Who else would it be?.” Duh, idiot! “Heh, that’s right,” you paused with awkward silence, “Well, I’ll just leave you to --,” you turned to leave but Vergil spoke up. “No. Stay,” you stopped and slowly turned on your heels to see that he now was facing you.

His strong features looked as if they had been carved by heavenly beings. His skin was dry yet looked like porcelain. His Caucasian tone seemed like it was glowing in the natural light that peeked through his single window and his dark circles gave him character. Half demons truly were beautiful. Would it be a sin to indulge in their devilish delicacy?

You accepted his invitation to remain and decided to politely observe his room. It was empty for the most part besides his bed, a dresser, and an old shelf that was filled with different books; the antique caught your attention and you approached it. Some books looked new with fresh covers while others looked as if they could crumble at the slightest touch. Vergil’s eyes watched you steadily as you eyed his collection. You raised your right hand and gently stroked the spine of a worn, red leather book decorated in gold trimmings. “Do you enjoy reading?” the man asked.

“I do,” you answered with a smile, your eyes remaining on the interesting red book. “I can tell you do as well. From day one, actually,” your head turned to look at him, “You always got your face buried in some sort of book.” Vergil hummed in agreement, closed his book, placed it on the bed and stood to join you at his bookcase. “I see you’re interested in this one,” his strong forearm stretched past your face and his fingers wrapped around the book to pull it out.

“A collection of morbid poems,” he licked his right index finger as he flipped the book open with his left hand. “I acquired this book was a young boy, I think it was fitting for the time.” His blue eyes scanned the yellowing papers as he looked for the poem that fancied him, you studied his features again as his orbs darted across the pages.

“Ah, maybe you’ve heard this one,” he cleared his throat, “Ladies and gentlemen, skinny and stout, I’ll tell you a tale I know nothing about;” his tone was rich during his narrative. “The admission is free, so pay at the door. Now pull up a chair and sit on the floor.” Vergil paused for a moment and motioned for you to join him on the corner of his bed, you followed and he sat close to you, your knees just barely touching.

Opening the book back up, he continued,

“One fine day in the middle of the night, two dead boys got up to fight; back to back they faced each other, drew their swords and shot each other. A blind man came to watch fair play, a mute man came to shout, ‘hooray!’“ his eyes occasionally flickered to the side as he read to see if you were enjoying what he was reciting, almost smiling when he could tell you were.

“A deaf policeman heard the noise and came to stop those two dead boys...,” he stopped at the middle of the poem as the rest of the page seemed to have been torn out. Your fingers  instinctively reached to touch the part of the page that was missing but Vergil lightly took your hand to move it out of the way as he closed the cover.

“How does it end?” you asked but Vergil shrugged, “I’m not sure. I was never able to find another copy of this book to figure it out.” An idea dawned on you and your hand rested on his hand that was at his side. “Say, why don’t we check the library here? There’s books that look older than most of yours, I’m sure there’s a copy there!” you smiled and Vergil looked at you with the softest expression you’ve yet to see. He could feel this twinge in his stomach. It felt warm and kind of fuzzy. Why was he feeling this? He wasn’t sure if he remembered it or liked what it felt like but he knew that you were the origin. He agreed to your proposition.

Vergil watched patiently as you wrapped yourself in a puffy grey coat and blue scarf. You stopped mid scarf wrapping to ask, “Is that all you’re wearing?” Vergil was wearing his coat which seemed to mostly for fashion and not functionality. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” his brow scrunched. “Nothing. It’s just -- winter -- outside.” The Sparda smiled. He. Smiled.

It was as if a train smacked right into you because not only did he smile but you made him smile.

He took note of your struggle with the scarf and took it into his hands. “I think I will be okay,” he said as he properly tucked your scarf. “Blue is a good color for you,” he added. The entire time you could feel your face turning several shades of pink, and you prayed the half demon didn’t notice.

As the two of you walked across town, the wind blew harshly and you struggled to continue on without complaining. “We should’ve got a taxi,” you cursed as you hugged yourself tighter. Vergil on the other hand seemed unfazed, despite the fact that his breath was visibly wafting in the air above him. “Taxis are a waste of money. Traveling on foot is faster,” he was several feet in front of you; Vergil noted your struggle and decided to stop. “Here,” he wrapped his arm around you with his coat draped over your frame and pulled you close to his side. “Better?” the Sparda asked. His body felt like a radiator, warmth oozed from him and you could barely notice the freezing temperatures anymore. “You half demons sure are warm,” you noted and he hummed.

The library was nearly empty when the two of you entered which gave you free roam of the massive building. You led Vergil to the top middle floor and all the way into the back where all the poem books were kept. He felt like a child in a candy store, the library had a collection of what seemed like hundreds of books and each section seemed to stretch for miles.

“If they have it, it’ll be here,” you noted. Both of you paced the bookcases in search of the copy but to no avail. You let out a frustrated breath as you were ready to accept defeat. “Don’t be upset, [Y/N]…,” Vergil spoke up, “I -- enjoyed this time with you.”

He was leaned against one of the cases with his arms crossed, his eyes lingering on you and a ghost of a smile on his lips. You approached him slowly.

Now face to face with the half demon, a few inches separated the two of you from touching. Vergil closed his eyes impulsively but when nothing happened, his eyes opened quickly. You weren’t trying to kiss him or anything -- but instead, you were pulling out an identical red book to the one that he had in his bedroom.

You opened the book in search of the morbid poem of dead boys when Vergil’s hands slammed it shut abruptly.  It was as if a foreign force hijacked his body because before either of you could think, his lips were on yours. They were not soft by any means and were pushed hard onto yours but there was meaning behind it.

He was quick to pull away as he had a grip on his mind once again. Vergil attempted to push you away and walk out of the library but you stopped him with a yank to his coat. “Where are you going?” you asked. His face was cold and void again, just like you were used to seeing. “Stop hiding behind your tough guy façade, Vergil.” your hand grazed lightly under the line of his jaw once he was close again, “I can see you’re just a man who needs and wants more than they would like to admit.” you lowered your voice to a light whisper, your warm breath against his skin.

“Now,” you gave him a small kiss on his lower lip, “let’s see if this poem is worth finishing.”

[levis-hazelnut]

Eren x Reader Caring Eyes

Summary: reader admiring his eyes and celebrating their two-year anniversary.

Those teal orbs always glisten with affection and happiness and pride.

Whenever you stare into those eyes, you can see how much love the owner has for you. And they always seem to calm you when your (E/C) eyes clash with the turquoise ones. It reminds you of the ocean Armin tells you about, it reminds you of tranquillity, it reminds you of the sunny days with the blue skies you bask in. "(Y/N)?" a gentle voice swayed you out of your trance, so you blinked a couple of times, then smiled at the owner of the voice as your head rested in your palm, with your elbow propped up on the table. "You okay?"

"Yep," you replied, pushing your head off your hand and grabbing your spoon to eat your, now, cold breakfast. Guess you were too engrossed in his eyes that you forgot about your food. And you were surprised that your food wasn't gone, considering that you were sitting next to Sasha. You glanced at her and you saw she was gaping at your plate full of her true love. "Sasha, I'm eating this. But you can have my bread." "Thank you, (Y/N)!!" she squealed, tightly hugging you and slightly shaking your fragile frame. You sighed and patted her head before she let go of you, hoovering in every crumb of the bread. When you looked up from your plate, you noticed those turquoise orbs watching you with delight. You look towards his lips and saw they stretched across his face, his teeth blinding you. "Can I help you, Eren?" You cocked an eyebrow. "You were staring at me before, so now it's my turn to stare at you." "I don't like people looking at me when I eat, though," you muttered. "Neither do I. But I let you," he countered. "Fine. I'll just gross you out so you stop." Eren let out a small chuckle, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Go ahead." You playfully rolled your eyes but continued eating nevertheless. He was your boyfriend, after all, so he knows all the imperfections and perfections you have. And you couldn't care less about what he thinks about your flaws since he always makes you feel loved. "Oi, (Y/N)!" "Yes~" you smiled, knowing who and why they were calling you as they approached you. You looked up at the frowning male. "Why the long face?" you smirked. "I know you did this!" he remarked, shoving his boot in your face. You scrunched your face up in disgust and proceeded to push Jean away. "Why the hell did you put horse shit in my shoes?!" You snorted as you heard Sasha, Eren and Connie snigger in the background. "Well, why the hell did you try to grope my ass?" "..." "Exactly. That's my revenge." "Oh, you're going to pay." "Hold on... When did he grope you?" Eren asked with a glare etched onto his visage. "Yesterday. So I punched him when he did and decided to put shit in his shoes while he was asleep." "Snitch," Jean muttered as you winked at him. You heard footsteps and then saw Jean fly across the room with a yelp, knowing your boyfriend was standing behind you and he was the one that had sent Jean flying. Arms wrapped around your chest as you tilted your head back to look at the teenage boy who leaned down to peck your lips. His lips barely brushed yours before he was tackled to the ground by Jean. "Idiots," you sighed, shaking your head before raising your voice. "Oi, Jean! I'd like to have my boyfriend back in one piece! Make sure you don't dismember him or anything! Other than that, feel free to carry on." "Aren't you going to break them up?" Connie asked and you shook your head. "No. I'm not bothered today." "Oh, looks like someone is going to anyway," Armin informed you lot, motioning to Corporal Levi. The older (but shorter) male punched both of them, one in the gut and one in the face, before telling them off. How dare that asshole punch your gorgeous boyfriend in his gorgeous face? Well, it's not like you were going to do anything about it anyway. Only idiots would have the balls to punch Corporal Levi, and you were definitely not one of those idiots. The only thing you could do was curse at him mentally. Both Eren and Jean limped back to the table to sit down; Eren sat next to you, shooting daggers to the horse for the rest of breakfast. ~/~ "(Y/N)?" a voice called, so you turned around. "Yes, Armin?" "Uh, Corporal Levi told me to get you so you could help me clean the library. Is that okay?" "Of course." You walked beside the blonde boy, making your way to the library which seemed like his own little home. Both of you started with organising the books and putting them in the right place. As you did that, you thought about your two-year anniversary coming up in a few days and you haven't planned a single thing. You didn't know what Eren would appreciate the most. That was a surprise since you knew him for nearly your whole life, along with Armin and Mikasa. "Hey, Armin?" you uttered, and he appeared from behind a shelf of books that was on the other side of the one you were organising. He gave you a look to show that he was listening before disappearing again as you continued, "I was wondering what I should do for mine and Eren's two-year anniversary, but I can't think of anything. Could you help me, please?" "Sure," he responded, but paused as he pondered for a moment. "I'm sure he doesn't want anything too extravagant, he'll want something simple, yet thoughtful and sweet." "Simple, yet thoughtful and sweet," you muttered to yourself, trying to figure what you could do. "Okay, thanks, Armin. I'll think of something." "You're welcome, (Y/N)." After a while, both of you were done with the books so you started to clean the floors, windows and any surfaces. Unexpectedly, the door of the library opened with a creak, causing you and the blonde to incline your heads in that direction. You let a small smile sneak onto your lips when your beloved came into sight, exposing his teeth when he located you. He greeted Armin, who returned to cleaning, before approaching you. You looked up at him and shot him a questioning look. "What's wrong, babe?" you questioned, brushing his silky locks away from the eyes, that you loved to stare into, before cupping his face with your thumb stroking his cheekbone. "I finished my chores so I wanted to see you." "Well, I still have to finish mine so leave," you said, crossing your arms over your chest and breaking the eye contact you had as to not let yourself sink into the warmth his orbs were radiating at you, urging you to embrace him. "Hey, I haven't seen you for the entire day. I've been doing duties, training and helping Hanji with experiments, so I'm tired and just want to relax with you in my arms. And I don't have an appetite for dinner." "Fine. You can sit here and read a book or whatever while I finish up with Armin. Then, we can relax without any interference." "Okay." He pecked your lips and picked out a random book before strolling over to an armchair with you in his line of sight. Every now and then, he would sneak a glance to you. And sometimes, you would catch him, giving him a playful roll of your eyes which he would smile at before redirecting his attention back to the book he was reading. After a while, it seemed he was interested in the book since the glances stopped and his eyes studied the pages before soon flipping the paper. "Armin?" "Yes?" "I'm done on my side. Are you done, or do you want some help?" you asked with a warm smile. "Um, I'm nearly done. So you can go now. Thank you for your help, (Y/N)." "No problem." You stretched your exhausted limbs and rolled your neck as you neared the male that was reading. Your jaw unhinged as you let a yawn escape before settling onto Eren's lap, which seemed to have knocked him out of his trance. Your legs hung over the armrest of the chair as you rested your body against his with your head leaning against his shoulder. He put the book down and looped an arm around your waist as the other stroked your hair soothingly. You kissed his jaw before relaxing your head against his shoulder again, letting your eyes close. Lips pressed upon the top of your head and you felt something pointed rest on your scalp, knowing it was his chin. Like this, you were able to sleep peacefully in the arms of the love of your life. ~/~ "Does anyone know where (Y/N) is? She hadn't come to dinner last night and wasn't in the girls' dorm at all. We're kind of worried about her," Mikasa informed her friends as Sasha nodded, chewing on her breakfast as if not concerned. "We haven't seen Eren since yesterday as well..." Connie spoke. "Tch. I bet they're hooking up somewhere," Jean added, disgust obvious on his face. "I think both of them are in the library," Armin said and they all looked towards him. "They fell asleep there last night and maybe they haven't woken up yet." "Should we check up on them just in case?" Sasha suggested, all of them nodding They all got up and left the mess hall, wandering towards the library to see if you and your boyfriend were there. Slowly, Mikasa opened the door and spotted both of you still asleep in the armchair you had fallen asleep in. They would have to wake you up if they wanted you two to avoid getting punished for sleeping in. Sasha stepped forward and edged closer to the sleeping couple. She gently nudged your shoulder in an attempt to wake you up, calling your name. "(Y/N)!" she whisper-yelled. You slightly shifted, but there wasn't much space to shift, and your movement had woken up the male, revealing his teal orbs that glistened even though he had just woken up. He blinked a couple of times and a small yawn left his mouth as he looked up at Sasha. "What are you doing here, Sasha?" he questioned with a gruff voice. "We were all wondering where you and (Y/N) were and Armin told us that you might be in the library. And because you would get punished for sleeping in, we decided to wake you two up," she explained. "Oh, thanks," he gave a tired smile at the others that came behind Sasha. "Hey, (Y/N)," he spoke, lightly shaking you as he brushed some hair away from your peaceful face. "(Y/N)," he called, slightly louder. A wrinkled formed in between your eyebrows because of the disturbance and you squinted, seeing as how there was light pouring in from the windows. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and looked at Eren, then at your fellow squadmates before nestling your face into Eren's neck. The sight of your friends was not what you wanted to see first thing in the morning. Eren chuckled. "(Y/N), we need to get up." "Ugh, I'm not bothered." You moved your head away from his neck and straightened yourself before slowly taking your weight off of Eren. It's a wonder how his legs aren't numb even after you had sat on them for the whole night. "Good morning, (Y/N)!" "Whatever," you said and walked past them to leave the library and freshen up, so you could feel at least a little bit less groggy. They weren't affected by your blunt reply since you had just woken up and no one's happy as soon as they wake up. Soon, they all exited the library as well, going back to the mess hall as Eren went to freshen up. Once you were done, you made your way to the mess hall and bumped into the Corporal along the way. You muttered an apology which he brushed off before both of you walked to breakfast together. "How come you woke up late, sir?" "I stayed up for quite a while and barely got any sleep. It's not like I get normal amounts of sleep anyway so I'm sort of used to it. Why did you wake up so late, cadet?" "I did a lot of cleaning yesterday and slept in a comfortable position. Kind of comfortable. I'm still tired, though." "Well, you better wake up because we're going to be doing some intensive training today." "Boy, aren't I lucky to be a part of your squad?" you said sarcastically and he rolled his eyes. "Anyway, sir, could I ask you something?" "What is it, brat?" "You know how me and Eren are dating," you started and he gestured for you to carry on. "Our anniversary is coming up in a few days and I was wondering if we could take a day off..." you spoke slowly and hesitantly, expecting a rejection. "Okay," he agreed, surprising you. He was about to open the door of the mess hall, but you stopped him since you had to speak to him a little more before you parted ways. "Okay? Are you sure?" "Yes. But we're going to have to ask Erwin as well." "Thank you so much, sir," you beamed, still shocked that Levi had accepted your request instantly. You thought you would have to bother and nag him until he gave you permission. "Whatever, brat." He opened the door and allowed you to walk in first as you thanked him, strolling to the table your friends sat at. A grin adorned your lips when you sat down next to Connie and opposite Mikasa. "Why are you so smiley?" the bald male inquired with the cock of his brow. "It's a secret. I would tell you but I don't trust you lot from keeping quiet." "Aw! Tell us!" Sasha whined with a loud voice. "No." "Tell them what?" a voice inquired, slowly coming closer to you. You looked up to the side and smiled at the figure and locked eyes with its beautiful turquoise eyes. "Nothing. I'm not telling them anything." He eyed you suspiciously before sitting down diagonal to you, thinking about what you were hiding. He didn't question you about it; he just watched you, to see what suspicious things you would do. However, you gave no indications that you were hiding something. In the middle of breakfast, you were talking to Armin, however, you were soon interrupted because of the call of your name. You averted your eyes from the blonde boy and looked for the person of the voice, seeing the wave of Erwin's hand and smiled at him before excusing yourself from the table and approaching your Commander. "Yes, sir?" "Sit down." "You can sit down next to me, (Y/N)!" Hanji grinned and patted the empty space beside her. You sat down there and waited to find out why you were beckoned. "So you want to take a day off?" he inquired with the cock of his brow. "Yeah. Well, if that's okay." "Of course, it is!" Hanji exclaimed but Erwin hushed her. "What are you going to be doing?" "Well, It's my anniversary with Eren in a few days so I want to spend it with him away from all the stress and work. I was planning to take him out into town to have lunch and maybe visit the market." "Just for one day?" "Yes." "What day?" "Friday." "Okay. I'll give you and Eren a day off." "Thank you so much, sir!" you smiled. "No problem, (Y/N). Just make sure you're back by curfew, or I won't let you take another day off." "Okay, sir. Thank you again, both of you." You grinned at both of your male superiors before getting up and going back to your table with a wider grin on your face. Eren shot you a questioning look, which you ignored, as you sat back down in your spot. "What happened? Why are you so happy?" "Am I not allowed to be?" "You are... but what were you talking about with the Commander?" "Don't worry about it." "Why does it have to be a secret?" "Oi, stop being nosey and just wait," you told him, arching your brow at the boy. "Fine," he sighed. ~/~ "Damn, (Y/N), where are you going?" Jean smirked as he approached you while you rolled your eyes when he leaned in close to your ear. "Why don't we forget about Jaeger and go to a bed?" he whispered (not so) seductively. "Tch. Get away from me, Jean." "I would appreciate it if you don't harass my girlfriend on our anniversary." You looked behind the body of the horse and spotted your beloved, Eren, nearing both of you as you shoved the idiot away and smiled at the boy with teal hues; once again, with affection and care flickering in them. "Hi, babe. Ready?" "Yeah. You look beautiful, by the way." "Thank you." You pecked his lips and took one of his large hands in yours before walking to the exit of the castle, and towards the stables. "So, you aren't going to tell me where we're going?" he asked. "Nope." "Are we even allowed to leave for the day?" "Yep." "Did you get permission?" "Yep." "Could you expand your vocabulary?" You lightly laughed. "Well, I don't want to give you too much information. By the way, you look sexy. It's rare to see you dress up, and I'm glad I get to see this." "Thanks, babe," he smirked and kissed your temple. Both of you jumped onto your horses and made your way to town. The ride there was delightful since the weather was pleasant, with the sun out and no clouds in sight. There were some birds singing melodiously in the background, somewhere in the trees that gently swayed with the breeze. And it was just both of you. Just you and Eren. You barely get that since you're a part of the Survey Corps where it seems like soldiers love to interrupt any moment you were able to get in the hectic life you have. But at least you have Eren there with you, which makes it a little less hectic. You tied your horses to a post before walking to a cafe, with your arm linked with his. The streets were quite lively, probably because of the nice weather and people would want to enjoy a bright day like this one before something happens. Taking a seat on the table outside the cafe, you spoke with your boyfriend, sometimes bursting out into loud laughter. You ordered your food, along with Eren, and it soon came so your empty stomachs didn't have to wait for long. Both of you dug into the food, letting out satisfied hums at the delicious meal that entered your mouths. Once your food was finished, both of you stayed in the cafe for another half an hour or so, enjoying the warm atmosphere, the stress-free zone, the grins and laughs from your boyfriend, your laughs when he attempts to flirt with you. Nothing could ruin this moment, the moment that you would cherish forever since you barely have events like this one. You can't remember the last time you were alone with Eren, with no superiors or scouts or chores or anything getting in the way. Or the last time you were able to see the relief on Eren's face since he has nothing to worry about when he was here with you. Just the two of you. "Should we go?" you offered with a smile, proceeding to stand up as Eren gave you a nod. "That food was great. So much better than the food we get back at HQ." "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I always used to go to that cafe with my uncle, he would take me every Friday. And then, he would take me to a bunch of shops to get me what I’d want. Speaking of, let’s go window shop."

He nodded, interlacing your digits with his as you wandered around the busy streets, slipping through crowds, stopping at certain shops to stare at things that caught your eye, but were to expensive to buy. One time, Eren had bought you something since he saw how your eyes literally lit up when you saw it. You told him he didn’t need to, but he just brushed it off.

And soon, the sun was beginning to set so both of you decided that it was time to go back to HQ. However, just before that, you had come to a halt, sticking a hand into your pocket.

"Close your eyes,” you ordered. "Why...?" "Just do it." "Okay?" He furrowed his brows before doing as you said. When his eyes were lidded, you put something on your wrist before you took his wrist and looped something around it, too, telling him that he can now open his eyes. He lifted his arm, seeing a chevron-like bracelet with your name engraved into a stone that resembled the colour of your eyes. You showed him the matching bracelet on your wrist, with his name on it and the stone matching his teal eyes. "Happy anniversary, baby. I love you," you spoke softly and you were suddenly brought into an embrace, causing you to chuckle. "I'm guessing you like it." "I love it. And I love you." He let you out of his grasp before searching his pockets as well for your present. "Turn around." Once your body was turned away from him, his fingers moved your hair to the side and something cold touched your collarbone. You glanced down and your eyes gleamed in awe at the silver necklace, with an infinity pendant, adorning your skin. "It's beautiful, Eren. Thank you." He grinned at you and gave you a small kiss on the lips when you turned back around to face him. Since no one was around, you took the opportunity to grab Eren's shirt and mould your lips with his for a loving kiss. He tangled his fingers in your tresses as you kept your grip on his shirt before slowly releasing the fabric and leaving your hands to rest on his chest. You felt his teeth gently nibble on your lips before his tongue ran over your plump lip. Your lips parted, letting his tongue enter your mouth as it caressed your wet muscle. A quiet moan left your lips, but it was muffled since your lips were covered, so the sound vibrated against Eren's lips. Pulling away, a string of saliva connected both of your lips; Eren licked it away as he lightly panted. "We should head back," his soft voice sounded, breath hitting your skin. You nodded in response.

Making your way to your horses, you leapt onto them and rode back to HQ as the sun was setting, enabling you to see before it went completely dark. Once you reached HQ, you put your horses back into the stables and walked inside the building, where everyone was most likely to be, seeing as how outside was empty. As soon as you entered, noise filled your ears with the chatter and laughter of scouts.

However, before anyone could notice the two of you and bother you, you and your boyfriend snuck away to a secret room that you stumbled upon a while ago. There, you spent your time simply talking and enjoying yourselves a while longer before you had to go to bed.

And even though that room had dim lighting, you were still able to see the gleaming turquoise eyes that the male owned, glinting with love and care.

[justice4harwin]

Light’s Corruption-Chapter X

Summary: With few friends at the Little Palace, Alina must work to win the favour of her fellow grisha and their commander, who makes her feel light headed every time she sees him.

After training in Os Alta for two years, the king grows tired of waiting and demands the Sun Summoner joins a western post near the Fjerdan border along with the rest of The Second Army to test her abilities.

Something happens. Suddenly, Alina wants blood to run down the rivers and those who stand in her and The Darkling’s way will be blinded by her light and swallowed by his shadows.

It won’t be pretty.

Pairing: The DarklingxAlina

Rating: 18+

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Chapter 10: I haven't met the new me yet

 "Again!"

Maybe this wasn’t just training; maybe he was punishing her for her demonstration at the Fete. He had said nothing about the event during the last few days, but Alina knew, somehow, that it was on his mind, and she was nervously waiting for the grenade to go off.

Alina heaved a breath, calling her light and pushing against The Darkling's shadows, but it was to no avail. She couldn't fend them off.

She had her questions, but was a bit afraid to ask. He seemed rather…cold, that particular morning, but she dismissed it as being pissed at the waste of time the Winter Fete was.

"I can't." she struggled to get the words out.

"Do you know what your problem is?" he asked. She couldn't see him, and his voice seemed to be coming from everywhere, as if the shadows themselves were talking. Oddly, this didn't scare her at all.

"What?"

"You do not fully understand light."

Alina snorted.

"I call it and then I lit or melt things. That's it."

"I am disappointed, Miss Starkov." his cool voice made her heart shrink. She didn't want to disappoint him.

"I am an idiot."

"Alright. Enlighten me, then." she said.

He didn't seem to catch the joke, or maybe he just didn't find it funny.

"A real idiot."

"When you light up a lantern, what do you have?"

"Is this one of those instances where the question is so obvious, I'm not even supposed to answer."

"Tragically, no."

She huffed.

"You get light."

"Right. And what does that light casts?"

Alina didn't even have to think about it.

"Shadows."

"Correct. So, that means-"

"I've been trying to destroy your shadows instead of pushing them away?"

"You could destroy them, but let us leave it at pushing for now, yes."

"Oh! I think I get it now."

She closed her eyes -even though it made no difference in the infinite darkness he had casted-, and summoned.

Slowly, she pushed her light to meet, not fight, the shadows, and gently ushered them back, little by little.

When she was done, she could see a giant orb of black and gold around them. Just like the rose he had given her a few months prior.

Alina looked at Kirigan, and something akin to pride shone in his eyes for a moment before it turned off into nothing.

"Good. Again."

Their world went dark once more, but this time, Alina was more excited about it. 

Later that day, Alina shyly sat at the Corporalki table next to Nina. She wasn't sure if the woman was expecting something from her after the events of the previous night, but when she smiled and leaned in to kiss Alina's cheek, she felt herself relax.

She looked over at the Fabrikator's table and frowned.

"Do any of you know where Lada is?" she asked, taking a bite of their awful breakfast. Really, even in Keramzin, with so many mouths to feed, the kitchen staff managed to produce much better things than herring and rye. "I've been wanting to talk to her about those new keftas she's working on."

"She left to go visit her grandmother." Fedyor answered, covering his mouth to speak. "She's ill, I think, and The General gave her permission to go say her goodbyes."

"Oh, that's so sad." she said, sincerely.

"She should've been back a few days ago." Michail added, the only one who seemed to enjoy their meal. "The General will send a party to go find her if she doesn't show up soon."

Nina shifted in her seat and took another bite.

"Do you think something happened to her?" Alina asked, almost concerned for this woman she barely knew. She was Grisha as well after all.

"Maybe." Michail shrugged. "Drüskelle, Shu Han agents, desertion, slavers-"

"Desertion?" Alina asked in disbelief. "From The Second Army?"

Fedyor and Michail moved uneasily in their seats.

"It rarely happens." Fedyor said in a hushed voice. "And The General doesn't like to talk about it. He does it when he has to but…"

Alina nodded, storing the information away.

Desertion from the First Army she could understand. They lacked plenty of things and life was tough in pretty much all the senses life could be. Many times soldiers would go to bed with a half empty stomach, scooting together with a group in an effort to fend off the cold. Many times, Alina would hear them waking up from nightmares with screams that would make a volcra shrink, or seen them in pieces as she passed by the infirmary.

The Second Army however, faced almost none of those complications. They lost soldiers, and a few soldiers even lost a limb or two, but they were well taken care of at the Little Palace; The General always seemed to find something new they could do to occupy their minds. Sure, Alina was learning the game of court, but she'd rather risk her neck behind the Little Palace's walls than risk being taken by the enemy, which desertion would leave you vulnerable to.

"I'm sure she's fine." Nina dismissed with a wave of her hand. "She's never been exactly punctual. And if you want to discuss the keftas, you can always go to David or Dima; they've had a part in the process as far as I know."

Alina settled for that answer.

She would speak to David. She had to talk to him anyways. Genya had delivered the gloves made by him which she rejected, and she wanted to make sure he wasn't offended. Besides, maybe, just maybe, she could help her friend gain some ground with him.

Still, as she ate her breakfast in relative peace, the thought of Lada not appearing at the Little Palace unnerved her. They weren't friends, and maybe she didn't truly have a reason to care at all besides being Grisha like her. Still, something didn't sit right with her.

"Six languages?!" Alina asked Nina as they shared some tea, leaning over the table.

The Heartrender shrugged, her legs resting on the Summoner's lap.

"Yup." was all she said as she took a sip and placed the cup on the carpeted floor.

They were sitting by the fire, and they had been talking most of the early afternoon away. Well, …there had been a little bit more than talking from their mouths, but Alina wasn't duelling on that at the moment, too amazed by the woman sitting next to her.

A few days had passed in a similar manner. Genya was too busy at the Grand Palace to come over, and between her sessions with Botkin and The Darkling, Nina took her chances to spend all the time she could with Alina. The Sun Summoner found herself beginning to form an attachment to the woman, and she was­…content.

"H-how?"

"Part of the job." Nina shrugged.

She bit her lip. "Will I be expected to learn six languages?"

"Probably."

At this, she began to feel her nerves stirring. Nina seemed to sense it.

"I can teach you a little if you want."

"Would you mind?" Alina asked almost too quickly.

Nina smiled. Alina wanted to lean in and kiss her again, but there had been more than enough distraction already from the Heartrender's attributes.

Or had it not?

"Of course not." crossing her arms over her chest, the brunette woman began to ponder. "I'm thinking either shu or fjerdan, for obvious reasons." she said, a finger running under her chin. "But I think fjerdan will be the best choice. Their way of writing is not that much different from ours; the shu language it's much more intricate in that aspect… and every other one."

"Saints." Alina uttered under her breath.

"Oh, no. It's a beautiful language, just hard to learn."

"Good to know." was her dry reply. She sat straight. "So, how do you say 'Grisha' in fjerdan?"

"Drüsje." Nina said, sourly. "It means 'witch'. 'Wej' if they're nice about it, which doesn't happen a lot."

The mood seemed to dim a little.

"Maybe we should've started with something simpler," Alina tried to cheer her up. "Like, 'hello' or 'please, no more waffles'."

"I'll never teach you to say that second one." Nina replied, her voice smooth and fast, making the Sun Summoner laugh.

"He wants you to go riding with him." Genya said promptly, walking in without knocking. She stopped dead in her tracks upon the sight before her, but her face gave indication of nothing.

"Hi, Genya."

"Nina."

The women smiled at each other, and Alina couldn't help but bitterly notice that Nina was one of the few Grisha who didn't look at Genya with disdain.

She smiled. Nina kept on gaining points.

The woman stood up, as did Alina, and eyed the outfit the Tailor held in her arms with one raised eyebrow.

"Well, sun bean, you don't wanna keep Kirigan waiting." she breathed out, coming over and planting a loud kiss upon Alina's lips.

Alina felt herself blush under the presence of Genya, but returned the kiss and gently cupped Nina's cheeks.

When they parted, her heart was beating fast. The Heartrender winked at her.

"See you later, Alina." she nodded to the waiting friend behind her. "Genya."

"Bye."

The woman left, and ever so slowly, Alina turned to find Genya staring at her with worry in her eyes.

"What?" she asked, exasperated. "Nina isn't up to your standards?"

Genya almost smiled, placing the clothes on top of the bed.

"It's not that." she said, fumbling with the fabric. "Just…be careful. For both of your sakes."

Alina was about to refute, but then Genya looked up, blue eyes so full of concern that she took a step back as the words died in her throat.

She didn't question her further and let her friend work on her silently.

 "What do you see?" Kirigan asked as they leaned over a forgotten fountain. The gardeners had clearly disregarded the place, but Alina found that she liked it the way it was. It seemed more natural than the beautifully perfect maze and flower roads.

"A version of me."  Alina tilted her head, watching the water oscillate as the coin sunk in. "A new one. But she's kind of blurry."

"Maybe she is still taking form." The General answered, pulling some branches off of the water and throwing them aside. "One cannot change from one day to the other…most of the time, anyways."

Was he making a joke? Alina wondered, trying to supress her smile.

She turned, elbows on the stone as she watched the snowy picture. It wasn't much, but its wild simplicity appeased her.

"Did you bring me here to berate me?" the question had been on her mind ever since Genya helped her into her blue and gold riding habit and boots. He had said nothing about the matter during the past few days while he trained her, but she had been expecting it at some point.

"Berate you?" he asked, turning towards her, his face questioning.

"About the Fete." Alina offered as an explanation. "I know you were expecting a different type of demonstration, and gloves, and a black kefta but I-"

"Allow me to interrupt you, please." he requested, to which Alina sheepishly nodded. "I did wonder why you would reject such things and suppress your power that night, but after what you told me once the presentation finished…I understood." he said, the last two words solemn as he looked her in the eye. "I must congratulate you, Alina. You truly are a fast learner."

She couldn't help but beam at his praise, heart thundering inside its ribcage, something warm blossoming on her stomach, an odd sensation pulling her towards him, so strong she almost closed the space in between and embraced him, burying her face in his chest.

Had she done a demonstration that was up to her level, the stupid king would make a stupid decision; had she used gloves, the nobility would think her weak. Concerning the black kefta, as much as it was a sign of power and protection, it was also a target, one she didn't want on her back yet. Besides, she didn't think she deserved to wear Kirigan's colour; she wasn't up to his level for now and doing the small show she offered while wearing his colour might slander his name and thereof all the other Grisha.

Blue it was for now, until she felt secure enough of both her powers and station.

"Thank you." she answered, her voice a mere whisper. "I meant it, you know."

"What?"

"When I said I wanted to help you;" he opened his mouth, but she cut him off. "It's true, what you said to me. There's no one else like us, so it would only make sense to share some duties, have each other's backs …if you don't mind, that is." she added the last part quickly, feeling how she was about to lose her nerve. "It could make things less lonely."

General Kirigan watched her closely, head barely tilted to a side, and finally nodded.

"I think that is a good idea, Alina." he then did something she had never seen him do before, and smiled. It was small, and if she didn't know better, she'd say it was tentative. Her heart made a strange jump at the sight, and her cheeks threatened to gain colour but she pushed the feeling away. S

Saints damned that man.

His eyes returned to the waters, so hers followed the same path. "Look. Not so blurry anymore."

Alina looked down, and sure, although the water still undulated, her reflection was slightly clearer.

[deprecavi]

Aether had roped Kaeya into another round of his new favorite game, though he hadn’t had to talk much to convince Kaeya to play. It was actually kind of fun, similar to a game he’d played as a child, and Aether was clearly taking great delight in arranging these mini matches. He’d chosen Wuwang Hill as the playing field this time, and while he hadn’t found Klee, he had somehow convinced Albedo to play. Kaeya followed the pair of blondes up the hill toward the small stone building nestled amid a shallow pool bisected by a rough path, noting the gloomy atmosphere in the area.

“Man, what a place for a ghost story,” he commented, watching a blue wisp of light float by. “I bet this place already had loads of stories about it with these things floating around.” He reached toward it, but it evaded him. Ahead of them, he saw the other two players, whom Aether must have arranged to meet here. The same funeral consultant he’d seen before was there, which surprised Kaeya a bit. The effort the man had put into hiding in Springvale had been so laughable that Kaeya had figured he hadn’t wanted to play in the first place.

Aether introduced the other as Yanfei, a legal consultant with an enormous tome of laws at her fingertips. Kaeya saw Albedo eyeing the book as if he wanted a closer look and suppressed a chuckle. In his experience, Albedo would read anything in his reach if he was given the chance to do so. Yanfei’s book was securely attached by a belt though, so it was unlikely Albedo would be getting a peek at it any time soon. Aether led Zhongli a bit apart from the other three, designating him as the hunter. Well, that suited Kaeya fine, he was ready for a shot at playing the rebel, and liked the notion of being on the same team as Albedo.

Kaeya glanced over at Albedo as Aether gave the signal for the rebels to move out and was surprised when the blonde essentially vanished from sight. He’d nearly forgotten that Aether had given them special camouflage tokens that would allow them to move virtually undetected for a short while. Leave it to Albedo to ensure the hunter didn’t even see which way he was setting out. Kaeya was fairly certain that Albedo was going to be good at this game, at least as far as applying a strategic approach went. He had a cool and logical mind and was good at spotting patterns.

Realizing he was still standing and staring stupidly at the spot Albedo had been standing instead of moving, essentially wasting his own head start, Kaeya shook off his momentary stupor and took off at a brisk jog. He jumped down the short rocky cliff face into the watery pool that filled a large portion of the playing field. The sound of water splashing was sure to give him away if he stuck to this level, so he quickly ran across it, hoping Zhongli’s hearing wasn’t sharp enough to discern which way he was heading. He chanced a glance back in the direction he’d come, but couldn’t see Zhongli from this angle, which hopefully meant Zhongli couldn’t see him either as he started to climb. 

There was a small pavilion up on top of the hill that looked promising as a vantage point. Kaeya made his way further up the cliffside and scaled the tree next to it, though he slipped and fell out when he was halfway up, scraping his hands. With a muttered curse under his breath, he started to climb again even as he heard Aether calling for Zhongli to start the hunt. Kaeya froze, halfway up the tree again, eyes scanning the area below for a sign of the hunter to ensure he wouldn’t be spotted as he finished his climb and made the leap over to the pavilion’s roof.

The pavilion itself had a secondary tier to the roof, typical Liyue architecture, and it allowed Kaeya to crouch and keep an eye on the surrounding area without being completely exposed up on top of the hill. As he scanned the area below again, he heard Aether announcing that Albedo had been captured and he raised an eyebrow in surprise. He’d expected Albedo to be captured last, or perhaps not at all, outsmarting his competition. To be caught in such a short window of time suggested the alchemist was not bringing his full talents to bear, or perhaps he hadn’t actually wanted to play after all. It was rather odd that he’d agreed to come all the way to Liyue if he hadn’t wanted to play, though Kaeya had seen his gaze flicker past Aether to meet his own before he agreed to come.

At the very least, Kaeya supposed he could get Albedo’s opinion on this game as a potential way to entertain Klee at a later date now that the blonde had played a round, however brief. Dragging his thoughts away from his occasional babysitting charge, Kaeya noticed Zhongli had made his way up onto the hill with the pavilion while he was distracted. The man circled it, made a small noise of disapproval, and looked up at Kaeya with his arms crossed.

“I believe you called my hiding place poor, and yet you chose to neglect the disguises Aether provided,” he called up at Kaeya. Kaeya chuckled, shifting closer to the other edge of the roof in case he needed to jump down and sprint away. Zhongli circled the pavilion again and Kaeya kept the central raised circle of the roof between them. “How did you even get up there?” Zhongli asked curiously. Kaeya chuckled again.

“I hardly think that’s a secret I need to be sharing with you.” Across the field, Aether announced he was throwing in the favor. Zhongli gave Kaeya one last small frown and headed down into the watery area to go in search of the glowing green orb. Kaeya stayed where he was, appreciating the view his vantage point gave him, though he did stretch a little. Zhongli wasn’t an idiot, he would eventually realize there were other things in the area taller than the pavilion, and when he attempted to scale them Kaeya intended to run.

Zhongli used his favor to locate and capture Yanfei as Kaeya idly stretched first one leg and then the other. That was probably in Zhongli’s best interest, as he had very clearly seen Kaeya’s so-called ‘hiding spot,’ and either predicted that Kaeya wouldn’t move or hoped as much. Kaeya watched him climbing back up toward the pavilion, which he circled again, clearly trying to work out how Kaeya had managed to get past the eaves.

“I suppose using my vision is cheating,” Kaeya heard him musing to himself as he pondered the pavilion and surrounding area.

“If you use yours it’s only fair that I get to use mine,” Kaeya answered, and Zhongli looked up at him with a small smile, clearly not having realized Kaeya could hear him.

“I will not violate the guidelines Aether has set for us.” He moved to the back of the pavilion area, where a sheer cliff towered over it and started to climb. He moved quickly and Kaeya was impressed as he practically jumped up the cliff face, but Kaeya had been waiting for this. Before Zhongli could even turn to push himself off the cliff face to leap for the pavilion’s roof, Kaeya leapt from the roof himself, tucking and rolling and activating the invisibility token Aether had gifted him. He sprinted forward past a couple of crates and dove into one of them just as the token wore off.

From his new hiding place, he could see Zhongli jump down, glider wings fluttering as he veered first left, then right, then glided down into the watery area below. He was surprised Zhongli hadn’t seen him diving into the crate, but the other man hadn’t even looked in the direction he’d come, going back to the wide central area instead of onto the small ledge Kaeya currently perched on. Zhongli was surveying the area with a small frown, his gaze sweeping over the area from the ground, his sweep from the skies having given nothing away. He looked right past the trio of crates Kaeya was now occupying one of and started back up the hill on the other side when Aether called out the time limit.

Kaeya extricated himself from the box, grateful he didn’t have to stay cramped in that position for long. Aether clearly hadn’t taken people with long limbs into account when sizing his hiding place options. The barrels barely held Kaeya at all, requiring some effort to get into. The crates were slightly roomier but still required some contortion. He grinned as he approached the other three players and Aether, pleased by another win.

“Well played,” Zhongli congratulated him, offering a handshake as he approached. Albedo was nose deep in Yanfei’s book, having apparently convinced her to let him have a look while they waited on Kaeya and Zhongli’s standoff to end. Kaeya accepted the handshake and congratulated Zhongli on his two captures. “Perhaps next time we will be on the same side,” Zhongli added. Kaeya laughed, but he could tell from the look on Aether’s face that the blonde was already scheming up another round. Maybe he and Zhongli might just end up playing together again soon after all.

[babykatsu]

Star Gazing.

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pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader

word count: 2k

rating: mature 🌧

genre: fluff, lil smutty(?)

warnings: kissing, suggestive, indications of sex, sexual touches, for the most part, it’s just fluff 🤧

masterlist!

synopsis: Somehow you managed to drag your boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugou, into coming to stargaze with you. How? Quite simply, he could never say no to you. So when you brought up this very cliche date idea, as much as he wanted to refuse and decline, he couldn’t.

The navy sky above was drizzled in glistening pearly stars, arranged in different patterns and shapes. Every one of those gleaming orbs having their own meanings in the vast universe that was beyond your reach. You felt so meaningless when the sheer size of your surroundings began to sink in. Your surroundings were black, the night's trail engulfing you. The only light present was soft, just barely illuminated the atmosphere. It’s source was the moon, shining gently through the pitch void that absorbed your two bodies. The two bodies that lay comfortably on the grass below. You rested your head on Bakugous chest. Every thump of his heart was audible, the way it calmly chimed in a steady rhythm. It made this whole moment worthwhile.

As much as Bakugou didn’t want to admit it, he was enjoying himself. The way you felt so warm under his grasp, the way you would shudder ever so slightly when he rubbed his warm fingers against your chilled skin, even the thoughtless rambling that flowed out of your dreary mouth. It was all so soothing to him. All his brain could think about was how lucky he was to have someone like you.

He never felt like he could have something so special in his life, never a priority or thought that crossed his mind. But when you showed up, you softened him up in a way he never thought he could. All the touches he never wanted to receive, all the presents, all the sappy dates. Suddenly, he wanted them all. But he didn’t want these things from just anyone. He wanted to share these moments with you and you only.

To say he was in love was an understatement. He loved you way more than words could describe, that’s maybe why he rarely used them. You didn’t mind however, it made his rare vocal affection all the more special in your opinion. He may lack in that aspect, but he damn well knew how to spoil you in his physical gratification.

Bakugou didn’t want to give in and say he enjoyed this moment, he didn’t really want to speak either but this moment just felt so right. It felt so right to give in to his rare desire to vocally praise you as he put his pride aside.

“I love you”

His words streamed out his mouth smoothly like it was second nature to him. It came as a surprise at how normal his words sounded, especially when he used them so infrequently. As dramatic as it was, he didn’t just throw that phrase around. That’s what made stuff like this so meaningful.

You felt your face slowly warm-up until you knew for sure it had a red glint to it. A sudden swarm of butterflies paraded in your stomach and a smile grew across your face. Like a child who just received a sweet, you felt an overwhelming amount of joy flood your system, so much so you could just barely speak. Stumbling for words, you felt them bottle up at the back of your throat.

“you don’t have to say it back, dumbass”

A low raspy laugh escaped his lips, only adding to your embarrassed state. He really made you a mess with just three simple words, but that’s the dominance he held over you, and he loved every god damn second of it. He knew exactly how flustered you got as something like that. Especially when he rarely lets you hear his gratitude.

Slowly, he trailed his warm fingertips up your arm, leaving goosebumps to prick up along the attend areas. His touch felt so soft yet it had a teasing aura to it, like he knew what he was doing. And he sure did.

He knew exactly what he was doing actually. From the words that spilled out his mouth to the carefully planned touches. He was no idiot, of course, he would strategically plot this. You might as well call this your karma for giving him no choice into part taking in this silly date.

This was going to be one hell of a night for sure. You couldn’t help but wonder what treat you were in for tonight, what was he plotting?

Though you kept pondering, thoughts looming around your brain as your body melted on top of his, the gentle touches continued. And as they did, they had found there way to your jaw. The warm pads of his fingers crept up your face, it’s sudden warmth shooting a chill to crawl all over your body. His tender fingers lifted your face, an overload of emotion causing your breath to hitch and mouth to go dry.

It was so weird how even after all these years of being together, he made every interaction between you two feel like the first time. His touch never got old and your body always seemed to fall apart whenever he did so much so as to look your way with that love-filled gaze in his eyes. And once again in this very moment, your body was erupting in all sorts of ways as he literally just caressed your face.

“fuck, I wanna kiss you so bad right now”

He admitted as his eyes darkened, glazed with a shadowy glint. At this point, you felt yourself fully weaken at his words and gestures. His touches were too overwhelming and his words were sending you to cloud 9. Just simply looking at him at this moment. The way a shy light brightened his handsome features, accentuating his vermilion gaze. It was all too much to take in all at once.

“nothing’s stopping you”

You somehow managed to choke those words out, though they seemed to coil up at the tip of your tongue, resulting in it coming out as just barely a whisper.

“Wouldn’t want to make a mess out of you, princess”

He knew fully well that you were in fact already a mess, you were speechless, your nerves all over the place, and most of all your body felt hot all over. That cheeky piece of shit.

“oh wait. you already are”

his hot breath trickled down your neck as he came closer to your ear, whispering his teases. Your body tensed as you felt yourself quiver, his comments making you feel so helpless it was starting to get humiliating. In false annoyance, you pouted your plump lips, returning your focus to the night sky above.

That mischievous grin that had itself so comfortable placed on bakugous face, only grew wider as he watched you behave so childishly. He knew you weren’t mad at all, just being your usual childlike self.

Bakugou didn’t just enjoy this sappy date, he fucking loved it. Nothing in this world could have prepared him for this much satisfaction, and his laughter and jokey laid back nature proved it. You’ve never seen him so chill.

A sudden warm yet wet feeling made itself present on the delicate skin of your neck. A kiss. An overabundance of fluttery pecks peppered your neck, resulting in your eyes to widen and fingers to curl into the soft cotton fabric of bakugous shirt. As he showered your neck in his innocent praise, you finally gained just an ounce of the affection you were seeking so hard just a few seconds ago. You felt your body heat up again. Once more you felt the flutters fly throughout your body as you clung onto bakugous frame. It wasn’t just because you were so flustered at his touches anymore, but because it began to deepen.

The friendly pecks soon turned to passionate kisses. As his tongue trailed down from the bottom of your neck to your ear lobe, he nibbled and sucked in all the right spots, resulting in the echoing of a gentle moan coming from you. The way your boyfriend's lips curled up was evident as you felt, his lips brushing against you.

“if you want more, just use that pretty voice of yours and tell me”

He smirked against your skin and by now you were more than just flustering at his actions, you were beyond that. Every movement made you melt and you wanted more. Way more.

“p-please, kats-u”

Your voice trailed off to bliss as you hummed his name. His praises didn’t stop, not even for a second as his warm drenched tongue ran laps across your sensitive skin. He sucked harshly, but not enough to hurt you, yet enough to cause you pure pleasure. Wincing a whining as he left his mark on your neck.

Something about this little innocent date was suddenly taking a... mature turn.

Your slender fingers scrunched into a fist as tender gasps slipped out your mouth, music to bakugous ears. Carefully, he traced his lips along your delicate face, until they hovered over your needy lips, yearning to be kissed and attended.

“you’re so god damn beautiful like this, babygirl”

He spoke in a hushed tone, deep and husky before he finally connected his smooth saturated lips to yours. They felt amazing. The way his lips wrapped around your own, his warmth exciting you to every degree. Swiftly, he tugged at your bottom lip, trailing his damp tongue across it before eagerly slipping it into your own mouth. The heated muscle rubbed and explored every inch, circling your tongue and sloppily slipping in and out of your mouth. Each time when your lips came to meet again, the kiss deepening in a passion.

But it wasn’t just his mouth doing wonders, making your heart race and loudly beat against your chest. His callous hands did equally as much of the work, not hesitating to trail, grip and caress every curve and inch of you. That familiar buzz shooting through your veins, feeling yourself getting more and more hungry for his touch as the thought of all the things you want him to do to you clouded your brain.

His hands crawled down your spine, edging closer to all the more sensitive areas of your body. Breathlessly panting between each kiss you and bakugou shared, you suddenly felt his warm hand squeeze your ass causing a squeal to erupt from you.

“someone’s excited”

He broke the kiss, his mischievous glare taunting you as his iconic smirk appeared once more.

“let’s take this somewhere else but i wouldn’t mind fucking you under the stars either, baby”

The seductive tone that was laced in his voice made you weak at the knees. Maybe his idea didn’t sound so bad.

“Please do, katsuki”

And with that, he resumed his touches, hands wondering to your weakest spots.

This was going to be one hell of a night...