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junewild · 11 months ago
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finally watching thru sophomore year & wondering… why didn’t kristen get the plague when she drank from riz’s coffee cup? i’d expect that a magical illusion virus would be a little hardier than herpes.
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strawberry-cowmilk · 1 year ago
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dinner date with the brothers (realistic)
-> brothers x mc
mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read
content warnings: this is lowkey a shitpost, bad attempts at flirting
a/n: I don't know basic physics so forgive me if not every star can emit light ?? idk also I have no idea if I did something like this before at this point I don't even know what I did and did not already write
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Lucifer
your date was probably rescheduled at least 7 times because this man either forgot or arrived way too late the fancy restaurant couldn't give you a table after you missed your reservation (because of work)
hopefully your 30 grimm soup is perfect because he'd get mad at the waiter if the food is 'too cold', he's basically a karen
when he's done eating a meal but you're not he'd just stare at you with no expression on his face and when you're done or notice him he starts a conversation
Mammon
oh he has it all planned out, he's gonna take you to the best restaurant in the devildom and make you madly in love with him
but mammon ends up knocking over a glass of water, falling off of his chair and knocking three waiters down with him like dominoes when trying to flirt with you, it's like he just says your name and chaos unfolds (it's kind of cute)
also mammon wants to pay the bill but he forgot he bought a huge motorcycle the day before so hopefully you brought your card
Leviathan
listen to me, never let this guy plan date night because it will be akuber pizza at 3am in his room (unless you like that I guess) also levi is probably a picky eater so imagine you take him to a fancy place and all he orders is fries
if he likes you enough he will talk about tsl lore the whole time despite mentally swearing not to before the date
sometimes he reads romantic stuff from his phone under the table to you and then proceeds to be embarrassed
Satan
honestly nothing could really go wrong, he arrives on time, he's nice and direct with the waiters, the place has a very nice vibe and his attempts at flirting with you aren't horrible
he's just not the best at starting and keeping conversations alive so maybe there's an awkward silence here and there
the worst thing that could happen is a cat somehow making it into the restaurant and satan climbing over tables to get to it as fast as possible
Asmodeus
he can probably get you into exclusive places, since he's kind of famous
downside to being kind of famous: you might encounter an overly happy fan who isn't rude but just eats your time
asmo doesn't want to be mean and completely ignore his fan but cmon he's literally on a date
he looks at you with the biggest 'help me' eyes so you have to make up some fake emergency so you two can leave
Beelzebub
you know what happens
please book your dinner date 5 weeks in advance and tell them you're bringing beel so the staff can mentally, physically and culinary prepare
but beel is an actual sweetheart to you he lets you eat his curliest curly fries (meanwhile there are waiters crying in the background trying to bring the 100 steaks to your table)
if you tell him you like something he will order 20 more of said dish for you (please give the waiters a huge tip)
Belphegor
he was nervous honestly so he asked to burrow a fancy suit from one of his brothers (even if the date is at akudonald's)
but this man can say the most unhinged stuff with a straight face, followed by a cute compliment
'hey mc you know I wonder if the devildom would notice if I took away the stars one by one until nothing but darkness is left also your eyes look pretty :))'
you know that one song about blinking in morse code to get the waiter's attention? that
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deconstructivesurgery · 8 months ago
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i would love to hear your Five Points of Vaughn Contention actually
HELL YEAH HERE WE GO
Vaughn was my second favourite character in TFTBL and I am Pissed on his behalf for what happened to him in 3 for several reasons. Precisely 5. Which I have decided to present in order of importance to me personally. Putting this under a read-more for everyone's sake.
Number one: The like, naked man thing. Hygeine. You name it.
Listen. I have no problem with the idea that after living on Pandora for an extended period of time would make him visibly more disheveled/rugged- I mean, even over the span of TFTBL we clearly see him progress from clean-cut accountant to like. Pandoran enthusiast. I also don't have a problem with the idea of his appearance getting a bit wilder post-the deaths of the Children of Helios. Obviously that could have caused him to lose a lot of stability and organization in his life, and wandering Pandora alone could lead to him getting overall sandier and less composed than before- but are we actually taking the funny "oh he took his shirt off in the desert before" scene and deciding that he's decided to spend his time hanging around in nothing but dirty underwear? Because... it's funny? It's just another part of the "Vaughn is a belligerent idiot who can't take care of himself" schtick that 3 forced onto him in the name of ignoring genuine character development for snark, and I hate it.
Which leads me into my second point: The whole "I love Pandora now and I'm soaking up the thrills" thing never should have led into Vaughn idolizing bandits. It doesn't fit his motivations for getting attached to Pandoran life in the first place or his previous actions.
Vaughn in TFTBL liked the adrenaline of doing something risky and wild for once in his life, and encountering a new and thrilling environment- but that doesn't translate to "heehoo bandit appealing". He liked the thrill of fighting for his life, not the thrill of... banditry? He was pumped up by the chaos of Pandora, but he still *cared* about other people and wasn't thrilled about violence or happy to be brawling with other people- hell, he organized a pacifistic group of survivors. Why the hell would he idolize bandits? You know, the people who are KNOWN for dying horribly out in the desert and killing people for shits and giggles?
Sure, he's excited about working with Fiona and Sasha, who he refers to as "grifters" at one point- but working with "grifters" isn't that different from working with... you know, his literal friends from Hyperion who are also grifters, just of the corporate variety? There's an element of moral bankruptcy slightly present in him- in ALL of the Hyperion employee characters we see in-game- but his brand of dubious isn't violent bandit, it's more "you could talk me into a bank heist for the thrills". I don't buy the translation of "overall well-meaning guy with a kick for adventure and risk and a little bit of chaos" to "kicking around in the dust with whatever scumbags I can find who act like frat boys".
Again. I understand that watching the Children of Helios' pacifism plan fail, leading to their deaths, could have led to him becoming more militant. My problem lies in the way that this was written. Why did they go the course of "oh yeah the people he essentially led and tried to take care of post-Helios fall all died, surely he'd immediately begin fawning over the type of people responsible for their deaths like an asshole" and not "sure yes he'd probably be forced to give up his pacifism but we're going to take this seriously and maybe explore the idea of a character who tried and failed to make a good, fun, risky-but-not-cruel life for himself on Pandora and failed". I would've preferred it if they played the angle of his risk-taking behaviour and Pandoran survivalism taking on a new aspect: maybe something akin to vigilante behaviour or... literally anything else. Joining the Crimson Raiders because if he's going to be in a constant brawl, it might as well be on the side of someone he vaguely knows to not be brutal and evil, instead of crawling to them after getting kicked out by bandits. In general, I hate the way that they barely had him react to the Children of Helios' deaths without so much more than a "oh yeah haha they had laser pointers- shitty idea, they died but I'm fine now". He... went to the trouble of trying to help and lead those people even though they were strange and prone to idolizing Rhys. You want to tell me he was heartless enough to barely care beyond a "whoopsie" joke about them? When he's clearly a character that cares enough about his friends- notably even one who possibly lied about/was in cahoots with Handsome Jack- to the point of arranging a risky ass scheme to rescue them?
Anyways. This is already long as hell but points number three and four: Vaughn was never incompetent, just prone to risk-taking behaviour- and goofiness doesn't have to equal stupidity or a lack of any actual substance. Two things 3's writers clearly didn't understand.
Yeah, Vaughn was the butt of the joke a lot in TFTBL, but being the comedic relief didn't also prevent him from having like- an actual productive character arc culminating in him becoming a confident man capable of leadership and not stumbling over his feet as much in a strange new world. His funny "bro" behaviour and newfound love for chaos weren't his primary character flaws, or the things dragging him down/making him incompetent and irritating, they were some of the catalysts for his development into someone capable of enduring Pandora for long periods of time. There was a balance between him getting dunked on for giggles, and acknowledged as a character who was actually important to both the other characters in the game and to the overarching story.
And yeah, alright- he did things like "try to have a pacifistic society on Pandora, ye planet of war" and "try to rescue a friend with the use of laser pointers"- but those worked. Risky choices, yeah, but not belligerently stupid ones. Vaughn was smart enough as an accountant to divert funds and fuck with him and Rhys' access to things, he has lines in TFTBL where despite his nervousness and mounting excitement he acknowledges risks like desert dehydration, demonstrating at least some variety of survival competence- he just wasn't stupid! He really wasn't! They made him stupid because they thought it was funny, and all they accomplished was making him annoying.
And finally, point five: Irony poisoning and everything else aside. Why did they decide to split Vaughn and Rhys up in such an anti-climactic way? I mean, this feeds into a way larger issue I have with BL3's segment featuring TFTBL characters (If we can have an entire segment about what Rhys is up to, can we PLEASE interact with Fiona in some way, or at least get an explanation/exploration of where her and Sasha went post-TFTBL???) I could understand the TFTBL gang splitting up post-game. Sasha wants to travel and explore, Fiona has expressed a clear interest in becoming a VH herself- a pursuit that takes a lot of travel and which would put her under the radar to her friends, and Vaughn prefers to stay on Pandora whereas Rhys obviously fucks off to Promethea to rebuild Atlas. But you're telling me none of them even try to stay in contact? You're telling me Rhys and Vaughn had a falling out? Over WHAT? If you're going to write it in at least make it believable, because the way things were left in TFTBL I would've been shocked to see them not still being the closest members of the original group post-game. They both made new lives for themselves, yeah, but if anyone was going to keep in touch regularly- it would be them? Why aren't they working together to some degree? Vaughn was very technologically literate in the past, are we acting like him adapting to Pandora suddenly means he's never going to use the ECHOnet or other tech to establish long-distance connections or accomplish things again? He seemed to like being tech-savvy, please. Why did we split everyone up in the shittiest way possible with minimal coherent explanation? WAUGH.
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nicascurls · 1 year ago
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Breaking the Dollhouse - Chapter Two
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Summary: What would have happened if Junior survived and was taken by Tiffany from the hospital? What would that mean for Junior and Nica over the next year?
Notes: So, there was a lot of talk about the reality of how Nica and, in this case, Junior would have been treated during the year of imprisonment which resulted in a lot of pain. On the bright side that did lead to opportunities to write Junior and Nica bonding more.
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Over that past month, Junior had become a better actor than 'Jennifer Tilly'. Whilst Tiffany's act had begun to crumble in Junior's eyes, his was only getting stronger the more time he spent with her and Nica. After that first encounter with Nica,  Junior had learnt that the child-like excitement Tiffany would often display which he had mistakenly taken for kindness. Maybe even a sign that she had simply become stuck in that situation like him, was really just the extent of her insanity.
He was grateful that in all the chaos, that wasn't the only revelation. After that first meeting with Nica, he settled into a steady routine of sneaking into the room to talk with her after Tiffany had gone to bed. Junior was grateful for the comfort it brought him, Nica was the polar opposite of Tiffany. Where Tiffany was playful but self absorbed, Nica was realistic and selfless. It made him feel safe, or at least as safe as he could given the circumstances.
Tiffany had insisted on the three of them spending more time together and keeping up the act, Junior had managed to convince Tiffany to stop drugging Nica as much. He had been adamant with Tiffany that he wanted to get to know 'her girlfriend' better and that it would be easier if she was drugged less, with how little she had been responding.
Nica was just as grateful for Junior's company, not only for the fact it meant she was alert enough to form full sentences. Junior had been the first person in almost 5 years to not look at her as if she was a tool in their game or worse still, a monster that butchered her whole family. She enjoyed listening about his life and being able to talk to someone about Chucky without them looking at her like she was insane.
That's where she found herself now, once again in that hideous room with Junior sat cross legged on the end of the bed, delving into another story about his father's horrible treatment of him. Even though hearing about his father's treatment of him made Nica's blood boil, she was happy to listen to his venting. She could remember how Barb's treatment of her hurt and she only had to deal with that when she came to visit, with Junior having had to deal with that constantly, the least she felt she could do was be willing to listen to and support him. To be the kind of person she used to wish for.
"He was always so obsessed with me 'being a man.' You know?"
"Ironic, he definitely wasn't much of one if he had to pick on his own kid."
Junior smiled at her response, happy to have someone on his side before lying on his back at the foot of the bed.
"Nica?"
"Hmm?" She responded as she moved a piece of hair out of his face.
"What was your dad like? You've never mentioned him."
Nica gave a sad smile at the comment.
"I don't really know. Chucky drowned him a couple of weeks before I was born."
Oh, now Junior thought about it, he knew it made sense, Nica had told him about how her mother had been kidnapped and that Chucky had stabbed her when she was in the womb. How he had returned to finish the family off. She hadn't mentioned her dad in any of that.
"Did your mom ever talk about him?"
"Not often, it was too painful for her. She was sick basically my whole life, mentally." She added when Junior looked up, she knew about what had happened with his own mother. "I had to do a project when I was in the 1st grade about my family. That was the most I remember her talking about him and even then all I found out was that his name was Daniel, he worked an office job and had dark hair like me, which I knew from photos."
"Your mom being sick is why they thought it was a suicide at first. I'm sorry." Junior responded softly. Nica gave him a small smile and stroked his hair, “It’s okay, you couldn’t have known. He was kind, or at least I like to think he was. We found an old video the night Chucky attacked from before I was born, he was playing and messing about with my sister and mom was so happy.” 
Junior stayed silent for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling as Nica continued to stroke his hair. It was comforting, the kind of physical affection he had been craving since he lost his mom, whenever Tiffany tried to be affectionate it always felt wrong. Possessive rather than comforting. 
“What are you gonna do? Once you get out of here?”
“Try to clear my name, or change my identity. I haven't really thought about anything past that. I still think you should come too. I know I was heavily drugged but I meant it, it’s not safe here.”
“She doesn’t lock me in my room like she does with you and she lets me eat as much as I want. My dad never let me do that, so it’s not that bad.” It took Nica a moment to properly process what Junior just said, what on earth had his father done to make him consider THIS as ok?
“Honey, that’s not okay. The way your dad treated you was unacceptable but so is the way Tiffany is treating you. She won’t even let you go outside! When I get out of here, you are coming with me. You deserve a proper childhood, at least what you have left of it.”
In all honesty, Junior wasn’t sure if he did. The longer he was free from his dad the more he thought about how he used to act, the more he grew ashamed. At this point, he wouldn’t be surprised if his cousin had celebrated his ‘death’ after the way he had treated him. He missed when they were younger and they got along, before things got complicated, they had been practically inseparable back then. 
“Tiffany asked me to stay in my room tomorrow, because of the twins visiting.” 
“You aren’t meeting them? Her playing happy families and all? I get why I’m not but I thought she would introduce you.”
“She says she will during a later visit, she doesn’t think it’s the right time yet.” He watched Nica roll her eyes at that comment, Junior knew she was holding back some snide comment about Tiffany’s behaviour. 
“You’ll be okay tomorrow? Won't you?” She asked quietly.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’ll still come and see you once they are in bed.” Sure, Junior was expecting to spend the next day a little bored, but at least he could catch up on some sleep after talking to Nica all night. It couldn’t be that bad.
It was.
Junior had severely overestimated how considerate Tiffany was and he was currently paying the price for it. The twins had arrived a little after half 10 that morning and Tiffany had hurriedly told him to go to his room and keep quiet as she wheeled Nica (who was once again drugged) to hers. 
It was now 10 pm and he could still hear Tiffany talking to the twins through the vents, a trick Nica had let him in on after he first visited her. Tiffany hadn’t come to see him once, his stomach had started to growl hours ago when he smelt whatever Tiffany had been cooking. He knew she didn’t want Glen and Glenda to meet him yet but surely she would still bring him food? Junior hadn’t even questioned that, even if she didn’t tell them what she was doing she changed outfits enough that she could have brought him food without them knowing. 
He felt awful, he hadn't been able to sleep at all. He was too afraid, too hungry, too thirsty and alone. He had truly believed that after he killed his dad he would never have to suffer through hunger like this again, especially with how much food Tiffany usually offered him. For now he was lying on his bed, curled up in a ball wishing the pain in his stomach would stop. Surely Tiffany would bring him something before she goes to bed, right? He had seriously started to consider drinking the water from the tap in the bathroom that was attached to his room. The only thing that was stopping him was that he didn’t know how safe it was, Tiffany was supposed to be getting someone to check it but she was taking her time out of fear of them finding him or Nica. 
Gods, Nica. Was she okay? He wished he could go and see her, being alone was making the whole experience so much worse. He wanted to feel safe again. He was so glad he had eaten a snack and drank some water before Tiffany ushered him to his room, Nica probably hadn’t had anything since breakfast. 
It wasn’t for another two hours that Tiffany and the twins finally decided to go to bed, Junior  got out from under his blanket and sat up, hoping to hear the click of Tiffany’s heels making her way to his room. Half an hour later and he knew it wasn’t happening, the house was silent apart from the growls of his stomach. He made his way out of his room and went straight to the kitchen and downed an entire bottle of water. It made him feel sick but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He moved his way around the room grabbing as much food as he could carry in his arms, along with more bottles of water. Junior only hoped that the twins wouldn’t look in the cupboards for snacks the next day and made his way down to Nica’s room.
Nica had given up trying to distract Chucky hours ago, she just allowed him to continue talking shit as she drowned him out. She had no idea what time it was, she couldn’t see the clock where Tiffany had left her and now that the drugs had worn off she could feel that Tiffany must have tied her hands together before gagging her. As she focused a little more she realised she could no longer hear people talking, it must be late. Too late, Junior was normally there by now. What if he was hurt? What if Tiffany had lost her temper? No. She couldn’t think like that. She tried to focus on her breathing, anything she could to distract her when she heard the familiar sound of Junior picking the lock. She turned her head as much as she could to see him stumble through the door with his arms full of water and snacks. Once he caught sight of her, he dumped the supplies on the bed before moving to untie her. He was pale, that was the first thing Nica noticed, that and his hands shaking as he began to untie her. By the time Nica was untied and making her way back from the bathroom she was met with Junior sitting in his usual place at the foot of the bed, practically inhaling the food in his hands. Nica quickly pulled herself up onto the bed and Junior looked up at her.
“The food is for you too, that’s why I brought so much.”
“Thank you.” Junior was instantly back to devouring the food in front of him, Nica saw the fear in his eyes when he had looked up at her. She slowly sipped some water and started eating as she continued to watch Junior. If Nica hadn’t wanted to kill Tiffany before, she certainly did now. She gently put a hand over the boy's wrist, “Honey, you need to slow down a bit, okay? You’ll make yourself sick eating that fast.” He took her advice before looking up at her again and Nica could see the unshed tears in his eyes. She gave him a small smile as she reached over and placed her hand on his cheek. It seemed to calm him down a little as they continued to eat. 
Once they were both feeling better they moved the rest of the food and water to the side before Nica spoke again. “She didn’t give you any food, did she?” The tears returned to Junior's eyes at the question and she shook his head. “Come here.” She spoke gently and she held her arms out to him. He hugged her back instantly, clinging to her as if she could disappear at any moment. He could feel her stroking his hair again as a few tears escaped his eyes. Safe. He wasn’t entirely sure how long he stayed there, slowly calming down as Nica held him. He could just hear her voice, “You’re okay now. You’re gonna be okay, I promise.” Eventually, Junior released her from his grip and sat back.
“Are you feeling a little better now?” she asked.
“Yeah.” He paused for a minute, still trying to gather his thoughts, “I think I want to go with you. When we find a way for you to escape, I want to go with you. Is that okay?”
“Of course that’s okay, honey. We’ll find a way out.” She could see Junior’s eyes begin to droop. “You should get some sleep.”
“I’m fine. I don’t wanna go back yet.” Nica quickly moved one of the blankets over to him, “I’ll wake you before Tiffany is up.”
Junior lay down and began to put the blanket over himself, “What about the twins?” he asked through a yawn.
“They’re teenagers, they won't be up before Tiffany usually is. Just close your eyes for a while.” She began stroking his hair once again.
“G’night.” he mumbled, already drifting off.
“Goodnight, baby.”
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elxfi-archived · 2 years ago
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She hadn’t a head for dates. Between ROWDY toddlers at home, recently returning full time to work & her recent promotion to third seat, Chiyo couldn’t remember the last time she had looked at a calendar. Life was lovely & perfect, but could feel overwhelming at times. She knew that was NORMAL when you became a parent, but she supposed she had not expected just how truly out of touch she had become from her previously detail oriented tenancies.  Things never used to SLIP by her. She always was particular, precise & planned nearly everything ahead. But when she has an encounter with Akon in the hallway & he makes mention of her birthday being a week away, the woman feels her heart DROP into her stomach. Birthday.                                           Birthday…                                                                                               Oh NO…
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Her face falls in her hands. That meant it was February, didn’t it? HOW could she have been so incompetent? The days had come & gone so quickly & somehow, she overlooked an INCREDIBLY important day nestled in the midst of January. Her husband hadn’t even said anything. He didn’t even seem off or DISAPPOINTED. He simply went about his normal household duties & with his recently booming dairy business, she wonders if even he had overlooked it. But she doubted it. He was too kind to say anything. Too LOVING of a man to tell her she had forgotten his birthday. She had no doubt seemed outwardly stressed to him & Chiyo assumed Starrk didn’t want to mention it, lest he add more stress to her plate.  She begins lamenting to Akon; a situation he is not quite sure HOW to comfort her on but he seems aware enough not to resort to their typical teasing & insults. Instead he stands there AWKWARDLY & offers her a “that is... unfortunate.”, which she’s sure is his own way of trying to be sympathetic in a situation he may not entirely understand. Akon was a lot how she used to be; detail oriented & focused. But somewhere in all of the CHAOS she had let that slip away. “I have to leave early.” she wasn’t asking him. She was informing him. Of course she had been VERY careful to better her attendance in recent weeks, what with everything going on & him asking her to return full time. But today this was more important. He begrudges her somewhat, but gives very little genuine pushback on the subject. Only stating that he would be EXPECTING her to stay late tomorrow, to which she agrees before making a less than graceful, speedy exit. She doesn’t know WHAT to do. Normally she would have purchased some sort of thoughtful, extravagant gift WEEKS before his birthday even happened. But this wasn’t going to be one of those years & she was sure she’d be KICKING herself until his next birthday. But she would make it up to him. After she begged for forgiveness, of course. She RUSHES home, feeling tears brimming in the corners of her eyes. Dammit. Sleep deprivation wasn’t helping much in her emotional state. Normally, the journey isn’t as taxing, nor does it feel so long. But today, the DISTANCE between the Seireitei & their little home nestled in the forest seemed so vast & daunting. Though she knows it takes her the same amount of time, she feels EXHAUSTED from the journey once their estate comes into view.  She doesn’t even have to go inside to find him. He is stationed in the pens, a gentle hand brushing over his PRIZED Betsy whist the little ones frolic amongst the other livestock, divvying out feed & chasing chickens. Starrk smiles lovingly when he sees her, but it immediately shifts to an expression of CONCERN when he takes in her distressed features. Chi stands at a distance, lower lip poking out & small hands trembling at her side. “What is wrong, mi amor?” he inquires in that soothing tone of his.  The shinigami looks to her children, making sure they were distracted enough to not listen into the conversation. Their cognitive skills were coming a long way & the LAST thing she wanted was for one of their first memories to be hearing what a horrible wife she was.  “My birthday is next week..” She says with a frown, eyes casting off to the side.  To this he nods. “I’m aware.” OF COURSE he was. Because good partners didn’t forget their other half’s birthday.  She moves closer, voice low & WAVERING. “I forgot your birthday….” admitting this out loud to him seems to be what makes emotions spill over the edge & now she’s found herself fully SOBBING. But it doesn’t take him long to do what he does & he's right in front of her, wrapping his arms around her tightly & shushing her. She feels his hand gently petting her hair & this gives her enough comfort to compose herself a bit better. She was so MAD he was comforting her in this situation. She didn’t DESERVE it.  “I’m SO sorry… I didn’t even get you a gift or anything. I don’t know how I could have forgotten like that.” She sniffling into him & feeling rather PITIFUL in that moment. She truly wasn’t WORTHY of him. Starrk pulls back ever so slightly & she’s expecting him to look disappointed. But he DOESN’T. His expression is soft & loving, as it always is when he looks at her. Chiyo feels the pads of his thumbs brushing softly against her damp cheeks. “Mi amor, there is a lot going on & you know I never really CARE about my birthday.” Then a kiss is placed against her forehead, “But I love that you do care.” a slight chuckle escapes him. He seemed almost AMUSED by the situation. “This life is the best gift you could have possibly given me & I’m thankful for it everyday.”  Chiyo wipes her nose with her sleeve & peers up at him with those BIG eyes, “You’re really not mad?” To which he is quick to respond with a smile & a shake of his head.  “Of course not. I’m sure you’ll be DETERMINED to find some way to make it up to me, though.” He laughs. She returns that statement with a sheepish expression. He knew her well.  The wheels were already turning with what sort of thoughtful gift she could bestow upon him as SOON as she possibly could. “Well, at least let me make you dinner & take the rest of your evening to RELAX. I can take care of the kids & the animals.” Chiyo knew Starrk would return the request with PROTEST, but she holds a finger up & waggles it at him. “No arguments. Please.” He thins his lips, appearing to THINK on it for a moment. “I’ll let you cook me dinner. BUT the other things we can do together. I just want to enjoy your company.” It seemed a fair enough trade & truthfully, Betsy did NOT like her nearly as much as she liked Starrk. She always seemed so uninterested in her. If a cow could be JEALOUS, then Betsy certainly would be the QUEEN of it.  “Alright. Together, then.” She nods affirmatively.  Starrk takes her hand in his own, pulling it up, whilst simultaneously bending down to press his lips to the back of it. “Always.” 
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shinigami2174 · 1 year ago
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Furnace Room Lullaby
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A steely grip on the lavender silk sheets was almost the only sign of his internal struggle to remain in control. He was fighting his own climax off with all his might, wanting to delay falling into the bottomless well of his own pleasure.
Closing his eyes to avoid watching his lover’s raptured expression, he wished he could also close his ears to avoid listening to the sinful sounds the other man was making and the flesh on flesh symphony that the coupling created.
Not yet, he thought. It was not the time, he was not ready. It had been a long time since his last encounter with him. Sometimes, it truly felt like an eternity. Being denied his lover’s body had been absolute torture. He knew he was being needy, but he couldn’t do anything about it. 
However,  everything was now in the past. Their past. At times, he felt like he’d woken from a horrible nightmare, like he was closing a book that told a terrible story, a tale of abandonment and cruelty. Sadly, it was not the case. It happened, it was real. But now they were exactly where they were supposed to be, where they belonged, in each other’s arms.
Outside, thunder broke the night’s silence. A gust of wind suddenly opened the french doors leading to the bedroom’s balcony making the sheer curtains flap violently. The lightning illuminated the room, showing the mess their hurry to fall in bed created. A train of clothes, a knocked lamp on one of the night tables were the signs of their impatience. In the midst of this sudden chaos, Jiang Cheng felt more at peace than he had felt for the last two years. 
On top of him, his lover was impaling himself on Jiang Cheng’s dick, keeping a savage rhythm for his passion, so wild that it bordered on desperation. Jiang Cheng wanted to believe he had been missed, even if it was more wishful thinking on his part than something likely to be true.
It bittered him, the fact that he knew that Lan Xichen hadn’t missed him at all for a long time. When he remembered the truth about how he had been discarded like yesterday’s trash as soon as someone new and beautiful arrived in his beloved’s life, a taste of bile rose to his mouth. His lover’s betrayal hurt him, it hurt him so much that he decided to follow an… unconventional path to recover what belonged to him.
*
They met in college, and even if Lan Xichen was Jiang Cheng’s senior, they got to share some classes. Their chemistry had been instantaneous, being attracted to each other came naturally, it was inevitable like a force of nature, it felt right. For the first time in Jiang Cheng’s life he felt safe, he felt like he belonged, he felt at home.
The courtship had been almost non-existent, a few dates and the whirlwind of passion swept them both off their feet. For Jiang Cheng, Lan Xichen was it, he was the one, the only one for him. For a long time, he believed himself equally adored and cherished. Oh what a fool he had been! He could see it clearly now.
After a year of dating, Lan Xichen proposed and he had, of course, accepted, so happy at the prospect of spending the rest of his life with his beloved. Jiang Cheng’s family, who knew nothing about his relationship, was equally surprised and elated. Never in his life had he felt so accepted and loved by them. He finally nailed something important in his life, he had found a suitable partner for himself.
The fact that one member of the Lan family deemed him worthy of making him his life partner was especially significant for Jiang Cheng, it was more than a badge of honor, it gave him the sense of achievement, of becoming… something more, someone better, someone lovable.
His siblings loved him unconditionally and he knew it, his parents on the other hand, never failed to make him feel like the embodiment of the word failure, like an unfulfilled hope that never came to be. All his shortcomings were always magnified, dissected and presented to him in cruel detail by his mother. He didn’t know what hurt most, his mother's obsession on his defects or the blatant disinterest of his father.
But all of that faded in the presence of Lan Xichen and his love. For Jiang Cheng it was like living in another world, one where his happiness mattered, one where he was wanted, needed even. His siblings noticed how happy he was and everything seemed to go smoothly for him, at least for a while.
He still remembered their engagement party, Lan Qiren and his mother had gone all out throwing the most extravagant party this part of the country had ever seen. It was there where his brother Wei Wuxian had met Lan Wangji, his bethrothed’s brother, and fell in love at first sight. It was destiny and he had been so happy for them. They eloped a month after the party and even if both families were upset at first, they accepted their apologies and settled for an after wedding party.
At that time, Jiang Cheng wondered if perhaps Lan Xichen and him could do the same and stopped planning for a grand wedding to please their respective families. As soon as those thoughts appeared, however, he erased them at once. There was no need, he repeated to himself over and over, Xichen was his and he was Xichen’s. There was no rush, no rush at all.
In retrospect, following his first instinct would have saved himself a whole lot of pain, but he discarded his thoughts and labeled them as clinginess, as an immature attachment towards the man he loved. Later, he regretted his lack of courage to follow his instinct, they should have eloped and been done with it. They were in the midst of their wedding planning when he erupted in their lives.
Nie Mingjue, Lan Xichen’s best friend, had been the one to introduce him to them. They were dating and Mingjue seemed to be very much in love with Meng Yao. Jiang Cheng had been so happy at the time that he failed to notice how sharp Meng Yao’s gaze fell on his own fiancé. How mellow and sweet that man acted towards Xichen. In his defense, he wasn’t the only one blinded by love and unwavering trust, Mingjue also failed to notice.
Forgiving and forgetting was the only route for Jiang Cheng, or at least it was what his family and friends told him time and time again. There was no escape for him. After all, Xichen and he were family now with Lan Wangji married to Wei Wuxian; they were destined to face one another from time to time at family events. 
As much as he tried to move on with his life, Jiang Cheng knew deep inside that he would never be able to do that. He had only one choice left, to fake a calmness he was very far from feeling, which was impossible with the raging storm of emotions inside him, with the furious hate he felt towards Meng Yao for taking what belonged to him, with the amount of resentment he felt towards his beloved. However, the facade was in place and it was convenient for everyone to believe that Jiang Cheng accepted life as it came, and took everything that happened to him in stride. 
It was better that way, he thought, he carefully kept his drunken escapades hidden from his friends and family. So if they wanted to believe he was okay, he could facilitate their delusion, especially when he suddenly found himself following an unexpected path. He found Nie Mingjue again. 
Unforeseen, that was the word that came to his mind when he found Nie Mingjue drinking alone at a corner table of a dingy bar on the wrong side of the tracks. Away from polite society, family, friends and foes he witnessed the excruciating pain Nie Mingjue was enduring, suffering as much as he was.
It was not the kind of place he knew Mingjue usually frequented, hell that was not the kind of place he usually frequented, but it was almost impossible he would be recognized there. He supposed Nie Mingjue was there for the same reasons, licking his wounds in public didn’t appeal to him. Especially when his pride took a hard hit by the fact that Lan Xichen completely disregarded his good name and the Lan family’s honor to go after a complete no-name leaving a trail of broken promises behind him.
Drinking side by side without speaking at all became the first thing they actually did together. Nie Mingjue had initially been friends with Lan Xichen only, sure they got together often in the past, but Jiang Cheng and him were never really close.
After passing out following several silent drinking nights together, they found comfort in each other. Falling in bed with Nie Mingjue ended up being easier than Jiang Cheng imagined, considering that his only sexual experiences had been shared with Xichen. At first, it was out of sheer desperation, the fear of being alone forged a bond between them. It was convenient, the easiest way to find some moments of solace without too much risk for either of them.
Then, the passion came and even Jiang Cheng had to admit that Nie Mingjue was a hell of a lover. He was almost a brute, almost… and yet he was always careful with him, always chasing Jiang Cheng’s pleasure before his own. He also knew how to be tender at times, and sometimes he regretted his stubbornness in his love for Lan Xichen wishing he would be able to move on, to fall in love with Nie Mingjue.
But it would have been futile, even if he could command his own heart to stop loving Lan Xichen, Jiang Cheng knew Nie Mingjue still loved Meng Yao, so in a way, they were doomed from the beginning. It was like a cruel joke from the universe. In each other, they found a great sex partner, a potentially excellent life partner, whom they couldn’t love.  That wretched man had made his home in Nie Mingjue’s heart and even if he was trying to expel him for good, Nie Mingjue had not been successful yet.
*
A year after Lan Xichen broke their engagement and Jiang Cheng’s heart at the same time, an elegant envelope arrived at the Jiang mansion. It was an invitation, cotton fiber paper and black ink served as carriers of Lan Xichen’s elegant calligraphy.  He had to give it to his former fiancé, he was truly invested in making his own wedding happen, although this invitation was only to Lan Xichen and Meng Yao’s engagement party.
The pitiful glances his own brother directed towards Jiang Cheng became engraved in his mind. His brother-in-law also seemed sympathetic and ashamed of his own brother's behavior. It revolted him, the sheer amount of pity he was receiving was unbearable, but he had to endure the whole ordeal. It was inevitable, they were family thanks to their respective brother’s marriage and not sending an invitation was completely out of the question. This was not the first time that Jiang Cheng doubted his former fiancé knew the meaning of the word mercy, as he relentlessly stomped on his heart. It was, however, the first time he thought about revenge.
He ran that night, looking for some reprieve to what seemed endless pain. Without thinking, his feet took him to Nie Mingjue’s home, where he found him with a glass of brandy in one hand and another copy of the cursed invitation in the other.
Once again he wondered whose idea this was. It was one thing inviting him because they were linked by their brothers, but Nie Mingjue was supposed to be Lan Xichen’s best friend and Meng Yao had been his boyfriend at the time. This was a deliberate act of cruelty in Jiang Cheng’s book, an act that made his blood boil, making every cell of his body hungry for revenge.
“Are you attending?” was Nie Mingjue’s first words after he opened the door for him.
“What?” Jiang Cheng asked, still dazed by his pain.
“Are you going to their engagement party?!” Nie Mingjue asked again, raising his voice. He was practically yelling at Jiang Cheng at that moment.
“No!” Was Jiang Cheng's immediate response. He had absolutely no desire to be present there. He didn’t think he would be able to stomach Lan Xichen getting married, and even if it was not his wedding, it would be too much to bear.
“Why?!” Nie Mingjue questioned him again, a touch of desperation in his voice.
“I can’t… I don’t want to…” Jiang Cheng hesitated. He couldn’t even voice his inability to be there and breathe the same air as the man that stole his beloved from him.
“He is taunting you, you know that,” Nie Mingjue declared with a grave shadow over his countenance.
“Who is taunting me?!” Jiang Cheng asked, also raising his voice. He had not been himself for a year, frozen by the pain, and now he felt his fury burn his insides and the careful hold he forced himself to keep over his temper was loosening up. This was just too much for him.
“Meng Yao,” Nie Mingjue clarified. “This was very much his idea.”
“How do you know?” Jiang Cheng asked, puzzled.
“Oh I know him very well. This has his signature all over it.”
“But why?”
“Because he can. No other reason.”
“But…” he tried to say something more, but words deserted him.
“I hate him! I hate them both!” Nie Mingjue finally screamed, tears running down his face.
“Mingjue…”
“I won’t graciously disappear from their lives and let them have their happily ever after,” he finally said in a grave voice.
“What do you mean?” Jiang Cheng asked, cautious.
“I want revenge, Jiang Cheng, I want this pain to go away, I want them accountable for their actions.”
“What?...How?” Jiang Cheng mumbled.
“I’ll find a way. I swear it. They will pay. Meng Yao will pay for all our suffering!” Mingjue added.
It was like hearing his own thoughts leaving Nie Mingjue’s mouth. In a way, he felt vindicated. He was not wrong, this rage that threatened to corrode his soul was real and shared. He was so lost in his own reflections and feelings that Nie Mingjue’s voice effectively startled him.
“Come with me!” Nie Mingjue suddenly demanded.
“What? Where?”Jiang Cheng questioned.
“To the party. We need to show strength. We’ll have to pretend we don’t have a care in the world,“ Mingjue proposed.
“I…” Jiang Cheng stopped himself, very unsure about what to do.
“Please,” Nie Mingjue begged. 
“I’ll go,” Jiang Cheng cited, finally accepting Nie Mingjue’s request. 
He would go to support his friend, or at least it was the idea his mind provided. It was easier that way, thinking that he was making an honorable sacrifice instead of admitting that he was morbidly curious about Lan Xichen and Meng Yao’s reaction to his presence. The fact that it gave him the opportunity of raining on their parade was a bonus.
*
In all honesty, he didn’t know if he put extra care in his appearance for his family's sake, for Nie Mingjue, for Lan Xichen or for himself, but he did it anyway. If he was going to the accursed party he wanted to look his best. 
The low whistle that escaped Nie Mingjue’s lips was reward enough for his efforts. He felt a little validated knowing that it had not been his appearance that had driven Lan Xichen away, even if the serpent of insecurity still crawled in his gut. Nie Mingjue drove them in his convertible and Jiang Cheng was surprised when he put the hood up on the car since Jiang Cheng positively knew Nie Mingjue loved to feel the air running through his hair.
“What? Why?!” he asked, surprised.
“It will mess up your hair,” Nie Mingjue confessed, blushing a little.
“You are being ridiculous,” Jiang Cheng declared, looking very pleased with himself.
They arrived together and there was a low key roar that could be heard among the members of the polite society in attendance. Jiang Cheng knew that Nie Mingjue was ready to go and show himself as a prideful alpha male that was not suffering because he had been abandoned by his partner, but what Jiang Cheng didn’t know was how far he was ready to go to keep those appearances.
Whatever doubt he might have had was swiftly discarded by the possessive hold that Nie Mingjue placed his waist in. That and the fact that Nie Mingjue was shamelessly eye-fucking him in front of… the fucking world whithout any false pretense of decorum.
The old Jiang Cheng, the one that was not hurt by the love of his life, would have found it crass and in poor taste, completely disgraceful. He, on the other hand, found himself enjoying the attention very much, it was beyond flattering and he decided he was going to milk it all night long.
Other guests tried hard to ignore the spectacle that Jiang Cheng and Nie Mingjue offered. Both dressed to the nines and exuding a masculine sensuality that made more than one lady wet their panties, although absolutely no one would ever admit it.
They weren't even kissing, it was just the fleeting touches and the way they were looking at each other that made more than one of the gentlemen present half hard. Even Madam Yu was visibly uncomfortable with her son’s behavior. In all honesty, Jiang Cheng. did. not. give. a. single. fuck. 
Only the visible mortification of his siblings made him feel slightly uncomfortable, slightly being the operative word here. He caught his former fiancé sending stealthy glances in his direction, but his new lover also noticed it and made everything possible to divert his attention towards himself.
In the end, it was not a performance what he was compelled to give there, it was an honest fuck you to all the people watching and feeling offended. That night, in front of polite society, family and friends, Jiang Cheng jettisoned the burden of having  regrets, or guilty feelings, or even empathy. That night Jiang Cheng was liberated.
At that moment, he was ignorant of whatever intention or ideas had already taken residence in Nie Mingjue’s brain. Not that it mattered much. A sudden impulse overtook him and raising an eyebrow he sent a clear invitation to Nie Mingjue. The man understood the message as if it had been spoken loud and clear, and without any word he took Jiang Cheng's hand and practically towed him towards the restroom.
Nie Mingjue captured Jiang Cheng’s mouth with a hint of desperation, behaving like beasts in heat, they attacked each other’s mouths with savage passion. Suddenly, Jiang Cheng fell to his knees and unbuckled Nie Mingjue’s belt. One look at Jiang Cheng there, kneeling in front of him seemed to ignite Nie Mingjue even more, his erection obvious through his clothes.
The lack of protests on Nie Mingjue’s part encouraged Jiang Cheng’s boldness so he haphazardly opened his lover’s trousers and was merrily surprised to find out Nie Mingjue wasn’t wearing underwear. Going for his cock, he didn’t wait long and put it in his mouth. 
The sinful sounds that left Nie Mingjue’s mouth were abruptly interrupted by a loud bang of the restroom’s door hitting the wall as it was opened in a rush. Jiang Cheng was absolutely annoyed by the interruption, he was about to berate the fucker that dared to interrupt them at that exact moment. However, he was halted by the surprise of seeing his former fiancé Lan Xichen looking stunned by the door.
“I…” was all Lan Xichen was capable of articulating as his eyes stayed glued to Jiang Cheng’s and his hand which was holding Nie Mingjue’s dick at the moment.
“Do you mind?!” was Jiang Cheng’s acerbic retort. 
Unmoving, Lan Xichen stayed silent and rooted to the floor. His eyes never strayed from Jiang Cheng. After a whole minute, he seemed to recover his senses and uttered an apology.
“I’m sorry, I…”
“Nevermind!” barked Jiang Cheng, truly annoyed, while getting on his feet. “Como on Mingjue,” he said, completely ignoring his former fiance’s presence, “let’s find some privacy elsewhere.”
A dazed Nie Mingjue only found enough coherency to pull his pants up and buttoning them properly before Jiang Cheng took him by the wrist and practically dragged him out of the bathroom before Lan Xichen’s incredulous gaze. 
“What…?!” Nie Mingjue tried to ask once they were out of the venue.
“I need you to fuck me!” was Jiang Cheng's response, “can you do that?” he asked, a hint of annoyance in his tone.
“Sure!” Nie Mingjue declared, a lopsided smirk forming on his face.
“Then, let’s go.”
They went directly to Nie Mingjue’s flat and fucked like wild beasts all night long. 
In the aftermath, when all their energy had been spent in mind blowing orgasms and when Nie Mingjue was still in bed, leaning his back on the headboard he decided to share something that had been bothering him with Jiang Cheng.
“You know,” he started, unsure of how his idea would be received. To mask his nervousness, he flicked the cigarette in his hand against the ashtray on the nightstand.
“Hm?!” Jiang Cheng responded, half asleep.
“I don’t think I can move on so easily,” Nie Mingjue finally blurted.
“What do you mean?”
“Them being together,” Nie Mingjue finally confessed. “As if nothing happened,” he went on, “as if they didn’t hurt us.”
“Ahh,” was Jiang Cheng’s eloquent answer.
“I… I can’t let it go Jiang Cheng, “ Nie Mingjue confessed. “We…were left behind without any remorse,” he went on. “They were supposed to love us, at least that's what they said. You were hurt…I was hurt,” he stressed.
“I see,” Jiang Cheng said, noncommittally.
“And Xichen… he was like a brother to me. I still don’t understand how…”
Jiang Cheng interrupted him with a kiss on his lips, he really couldn’t stand hearing his own thoughts expressed so precisely by Nie Mingjue. He also wondered, all the time, how it was possible. How that complete disregard for any of their feelings could have come from Lan Xichen. Meng Yao… he didn’t know him well, so it was far-fetched to expect any kind of loyalty from that guy, but Lan Xichen was a whole different story. He hated himself for starting to hate him, but he hated himself even more for still loving him. 
He ended up distractedly nibbling on Nie Mingjue’s lower lip, absolutely lost in his own mind. When he finally stopped to breathe, he hesitated, feeling absolutely unconfident in what he was about to propose.
“I… I feel the same as you, Mingjue,” he finally confessed, “and I’ve been thinking…” he left his words hanging in the air, like weightless worms flying towards Nie Mingjue’s heart and mind, ready to rot whatever good was inside.
“You do?” Nie Mingjue asked incredulous.
“I do, why do you ask?” He requested to know, curious.
“You seem so blase about the whole ordeal,” Nie Mingjue finally told him after a moment of hesitation. A light frown marring his handsome face.
“Ha!” was the only sound Jiang Cheng uttered, openly mocking Nie Mingjue and himself.
“What?!” 
“I make the actual effort to look unconcerned. My heart is broken, my ego is bruised, my self-confidence is in the toilet, but I would like to keep the remains of my dignity, even as a souvenir, thank you very much!”
“Is that so?” 
“Yeah, I mean…” Jiang Cheng hesitated. “Isn’t it like… obvious or something?” he said, evidently chagrined.
“Could have fooled me,” Nie Mingjue muttered under his breath.
“May I ask,” Jiang Cheng started, “if you are just waiting for your stamina to build up again or if we’re just discussing useless shit. Is there a point to this conversation?” he asked, clearly annoyed.
“I…” Nie Mingjue stopped himself, clearly dithering. Taking a deep breath, he visibly forced himself to go on, “I have this idea…”
“Idea? About what?” Jiang Cheng asked, somewhat exasperated, whatever he was going to propose completely forgotten.
“I can’t let go, Jiang Cheng,” Nie Mingjue reiterated.
“Do you want him back?” Jiang Cheng asked, deadly serious but with an incredulous inflection in his voice.
“No,” was Nie Mingjue’s definitive response.
“Then,” Jiang Cheng asked for clarification, “what do you mean you can’t let go?”
“I want him to pay,” he finally confessed. A hint of shame and regret in his tone.
The long silence that followed Nie Mingjue’s confession made him uneasy. Jiang Cheng inadvertently got lost in his thoughts, gravely pondering the implications of Nie Mingjue’s declaration.
“What are you trying to say, Mingjue?” he finally asked after a while.
“When we were together,” Nie Mingjue started telling a story, it looked like a blatant deflection from Jiang Cheng’s question but he didn’t stop him and let him continue, “Meng Yao used to talk about his absent father all the time.”
Even if that information seemed completely unrelated, Jiang Cheng’s curiosity was piqued. Patiently waiting, he sat on the bed and let his back lay on the board, then he lit a cigarette too. Taking a long drag, he waited for Mingjue to continue.
“He used to complain how his father always refused to even acknowledge his existence and he was always wondering how he could make his father give him his name, to recognize him as his son,” Nie Mingjue went on.
Jiang Cheng remained very still, like a predator waiting for his prey to get closer. However, the anticipated tension he was undergoing was clearly noticeable in his muscles, which looked ready to enter into action at any moment.
“I was so in love with him,” Nie Mingjue declared with a sigh, “that I racked my head trying to find a way to help him achieve that. I finally decided that the only way he had to prove he was his father’s son was a DNA test.” 
“Wait!” Jiang Cheng interrupted for the first time. “You are telling me he actually knows who his father is.”
“Yes, he knew. He has always known.”
“And? Who is his father?”
“Jin Guangshan,” Nie Mingjue finally revealed.
Jiang Cheng felt a chill creep along his skin, traveling down his back. This revelation had a huge implication on his personal life. It meant that the bastard of Meng Yao was going to become his dear sister’s brother-in-law, since Jiang Yanli was engaged to Jin Zixuan.
“That…can’t be,” he muttered.
“That’s not important!” Nie Mingjue said, clearly trying to stop Jiang Cheng from freaking out.
“How can you say it’s not important,” Jiang Cheng retorted, “will I have to deal with that scum as part of my extended family?”
“Please, calm down.” Nie Mingjue tried to appease Jiang Cheng. “That’s not what I’m trying to tell you!”
“Then what?!” Jiang Cheng practically yelled clearly out of impatience.
“I wanted to surprise him for our anniversary, so I got one of those kits to make a DNA test at home. Your future brother-in-law had told me once that he took one just for shits and giggles some time ago. I just thought… If we could prove they are related, Meng Yao would be able to prove Jian Guangshan is his father.”
“And?”
“I told him I wanted to include him in my health insurance and one of the tests required his saliva to be swabbed. He gave me the sample willingly and happily. I had it analyzed and he was right, he is Jin Zixuan's half-brother…”
The way in which Nie Mingjue left his words hanging told Jiang Cheng that was not it, that he learnt something more from his little corny romantic gesture.
“Go on,” Jiang Cheng urged him.
“They also have a sister they don’t know about,” he finally said bluntly, as if he was spitting that information out of his mouth.
“What?!” 
“I registered the sample results under a different name, and I kept the contact information for the company. I was going to reveal all of this to him, but shit happened before I could,” he finished with a sad note in his voice.
“You mean he left you for my fiancé, right?” Jiang Cheng asked bluntly.
“Right,” Nie Mingjue admitted. “She contacted me… him… the account last week. She wants to get to know her brother.”
“Why is this relevant, Mingjue?” Jiang Cheng’s minuscule reservoir of patience was getting empty faster than usual.
“I did a background check on her. She’s the only daughter of a rich family, Jiang Cheng. She was naive enough to give her real information to the company. And she’s very pretty…and loaded in her own right. She inherited from her grandparents so there is no waiting to endure.”
“What are you really suggesting?” Jiang Cheng asked. It was not like he was dumb enough not to connect the dots, but still part of his mind, that forgotten territory called conscience refused to reach the logical conclusion.
“Why don’t we guide his little gold-digging heart towards a new target?” Nie Mingjue finally went and said it. 
Jiang Cheng remained silent, his face contorted in a grimace and his mouth turned bitter all of the sudden. It felt wrong, so wrong and yet… he couldn’t help but to consider Nie Mingjue’s suggestion. Blinking his doubts away, he tried to forget about all of this, even for a moment, and demanded: “Kiss me, Mingjue.”
***
Watching their plan naturally progress was a road filled with pleasure and pain. A part of him, the last decent part, was constantly struggling with the guilt that attacked him at the most inopportune moments.  Which were all the times he was actually awake. 
It was so hard, that sometimes he found himself wondering if he was possessed by a demon, or even worse, if the being that appeared before others as Jiang Cheng was indeed a demon, replacing him on Earth while he was in hell, paying for his sins.
The other part of him, the vindictive fucker, was overjoyed. Meng Yao, as Nie Mingjue had predicted, was the poster boy of gold digging. Showing him a bigger prize in terms of money and prestige, someone who could increase his status exponentially and included a possibility of children of his own, did the trick. The immediacy of getting the money now instead of waiting for Lan Xichen to inherit was also a big factor in Jiang Cheng’s opinion. That man changed his priorities, values and loved ones so fast, that Jiang Cheng thought he could get whiplash just watching him. 
The intense pleasure he felt when he watched Lan Xichen being dumped in front of the polite society made him feel vindicated. Never before had he entertained the idea of being petty. Now, he was living for it. The way it made him feel so fucking alive scared him sometimes. 
As time passed, Nie Mingjue met someone else and their fevered encounters ceased, and they smoothly transitioned from fuckbuddies to actual friends, best friends. None of them, however, showed a speck of remorse about the trap they set. 
Jiang Cheng kept himself apart from his ex-fiancé, lurking around him but never approaching. They were forced to interact with each other, as their brothers were married and they were actually part of each other’s extended family. The polite coldness that Jiang Cheng always showed at those family functions was accepted by anyone and no one dared ask for friendlier interactions with Lan Xichen. Life, simply put, went on.
Eventually, Nie Mingjue actually married Wen Qing, surprising everybody but him. Jiang Cheng was genuinely happy for his friend, hoping he could eventually find some peace. When Jiang Cheng approached Nie Mingjue at his wedding reception, he had to ask.
“Do you have regrets?” 
“None,” his friend responded, tersely. It was not a surprise, the complete indifference he felt sometimes scared him.
“Good,” was Jiang Cheng’s reassurance, “soon.”
“Yeah,” Mingjue confirmed, “it’s almost time.”
The complicity that surrounded them raised a few eyebrows among the people around them, but nobody suspected the true nature of their ties.
And then, the right time finally arrived.
***
His phone was ringing relentlessly and he was in no mood to be fully awake to answer it. When it was clear whoever was on the other side of the line wouldn’t be deterred, he dragged his bones towards his phone and said: “What?!”
“It’s done!” Nie Mingjue declared on the phone.
“Already?” was all Jiang Cheng wanted to know.
“Yeah,” Mingjue said and hung up.
No more explanation was needed. They had an agreement, everything was carefully planned, now he just needed to wait and watch the events unfold. 
He sat in an armchair in front of the window of his penthouse, lit a cigarette and served himself a cup of brandy. Watching and waiting was all he needed to do now, so he waited for his entire world to just… burn.
***
The scandal was huge, Meng Yao’s financé was pregnant which would have been the most welcomed news for that gold-digging shit in other circumstances. But her parents, wanting to ensure the baby’s health, ran a full battery of tests, including DNA for the baby and the soon-to-be parents. After that…chaos ensued.
The scandal broke, not only Meng Yao’s engagement, but also his fiancé’s parents’ marriage. After that, he became a pariah in high society with a little help from Nie Mingjue who surreptitiously leaked the information suggesting that Meng Yao knew beforehand that they were siblings. That, of course, wasn’t true, but Nie Mingjue showed hard evidence to anybody who wanted to know. He had, after all, the DNA test results in his hands.
Jiang Cheng had to admit Meng Yao had guts, he tried to win back Lan Xichen’s affection even after dumping him. He was unsuccessful, which made Jiang Cheng question if it was because of Meng Yao’s falling from grace or because of an honest lack of love. This made Jiang Cheng wonder if Lan Xichen could be as thick-faced as Meng Yao given the opportunity. So, one day, he decided to test him. Calling him out of the blue, he invited Lan Xichen for a cup of coffee.
Their meeting was awkward as fuck at the begining, he immediately noticed how sweaty Lan Xichen’s hands were and how stiff and uncomfortable he was, seated in from of him. The first thoughts that invaded his mind were, is it this situation or is it just my presence that makes him this uncomfortable? He honestly couldn’t tell and it killed him.
Doubting any of his preconceived ideas about how well he knew the man he still loved, he tried to break the freaking glacier that was stationed right between them.
“How are you Xichen?” he went directly for the kill, there was no use for small talk, he was just tired of all that shit.
Jiang Cheng’s directness shouldn’t have been much of a surprise for Xichen, or at least it was what Jiang Cheng thought. But then again, it seemed that Xichen didn’t know Jiang Cheng at all or that he had forgotten all his quirks, judging by the surprise printed all over Xichen’s countenance.
“I´ve…” he said hesitantly, “been better.”
“I see,” Jiang Cheng offhandly commented.
In contrast with Xichen’s ease to forget all about him, Jiang Cheng knew Xichen and all of his expressions, so he noticed how eager he was to know why they were there, in front of each other. A speck of hope appeared in Xichen’s eyes, gleaming faintly against the darkness of Jiang Cheng’s pain.
A moment of doubt made Jiang Cheng halt, what did he want? He wondered. What did he really want? The answer was simple and devastating, he wanted Xichen back in his arms, he wanted what was rightfully his, what he was robbed of. What he didn’t dare was to ask himself why or what for.  Swallowing his doubts, he grabbed Xichen’s hand.
The rest was like running on a downhill road that was repeatedly traveled in the past. It was muscle memory at its best, there was no discovery, no unveiling. It was a reclaim of what belonged to him.
In the aftermath, as Lan Xichen’s head lay on his chest, he could feel his lover’s heart beating, like the marching drum that set the rhythm of his own heart. With him in his arms, he finally felt at peace, and Jiang Cheng finally smiled after a long time. 
Was this happiness? Jiang Cheng wondered, he wasn’t so sure. Would he be able to trust Lan Xichen again? The hard no that came to his mind was the loud answer. Then what? What was he really expecting from their reunion? Again, his heart answered swiftly: safety.
Jiang Cheng was not a moron, he knew Lan Xichen could leave him again at any moment, but now, he thought he had the upper hand. Firstly because now he was expecting him to do it, so it would not take him by surprise and it would not break his heart again. Secondly, now he had the guilt card under his sleeve, was he planning on using it? Sure, why not. 
But then, his train of thoughts brusquely halted. His previous reasoning was all wrong, he realized. Lan Xichen would not leave him again, he could not leave him again. It was simple! He had been a moron being afraid of abandonment. Xichen could not leave him again because now nobody would trust him as a love interest or life partner, at least no one suitable for the Lan family. His name and prestige were ruined for good and he would be risking being cut out by his family if he had another scandal. Xichen. could. not. leave. him. The discovery was intoxicating.
Even better, he could leave Xichen any time for any reason and everybody would side with him. He would be viewed as a saint for forgiving and forgetting Xichen’s past actions. In the eyes of the world, he would always be the victim here, he would always have the upper hand because Lan Xichen would have to work really hard to make him happy.  A lazy smirk appeared on Jiang Cheng’s face as he caressed his lover’s long hair effectively making his lover sigh in content.
All these thoughts and their previous activities really exhausted him, slowly he found himself falling asleep, with Lan Xichen’s heart beating as his lullaby. He achieved much more of what he initially wanted, what else could be missing? Appeased, he felt his chest ease after a long while and with that question in his mind, he fell asleep.
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starry-blue-echoes · 2 years ago
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OOOOOOOOO IM REALLY LIKING THIS
So going through it in order:
N’doul’s Geb vs. Jotaro, Kakyoin, Polnareff & D’Arby’s Osiris vs. Iggy, Joseph, Abdul (dogs playing poker)
For Geb, I’d image the encounter would be pretty different since the trio would be in a more populated area instead of just the flat open desert by the coast. On one hand there’s likely MANY more water sources which puts them at risk, but on the other the extra noise would definitely help
As for Osiris…… yeah that one’s just gonna be hilarious because not only does D’Arby loose to a dog, but Avdol gets to watch this man loose to a dog
Oingo-Boingo Brothers vs. Everyone (The groups keep missing each other by blind luck according to Thoth’s predictions; Oingo impersonates Jotaro)
I n s a n i t y. That’s what this is. Probably one of the “closer” shaves with almost meeting eachother. For added chaos, what if the brother’s attempts at Kill are exactly what causes them to keep missing eachother.
Anubis!Chaka / Khan vs. Polnareff, Jotaro Anubis!Polnareff vs. Everyone (THE CRUSADERS REUNITE!)
:D!!!! I can definitely see some accidental friendly fire happening when Pol gets possessed, specifically between Joseph and Kakyoin. I’d image they’re finally convinced that the other is on their side when Jotaro gets stabbed and both groups Freak The Fuck Out. Joseph will probably pull some Speedwagon Strings in order to help him get proper medical attention. Also Polanreff and Kakyoin learning Avdol is in fact not dead and getting ready to yell at Jotaro
Alessi’s Seb vs. Joseph, Kakyoin (Young Joseph woops ass) & Mariah’s Bastet vs. Polnareff, Abdul (if they didn’t know each other well before, they sure do now.)
GJDBFJDBFHD Y E A H
Joseph has no idea what’s happening but there’s this weird red head kid in oversized clothes and a creep with an ax. Not too hard to put together. Alessi definitely tries to do a “haha you’re helpless without your stand >:D” only to get absolutely CURB STOMPED
and also just. Pol and Avdol. The former is having a bi panic because Oh No He’s Hot and the latter is trying to pretend he’s not also having the same crisis. Polnareff makes so many jokes in an attempt to cope but he’s blushing so bad his face looks like a strawberry
Hol Horse-Boingo Duo vs. ??? (any ideas?)
Honestly I can see this fight going almost exactly the same. I don’t think much would change, especially because already in canon the Crusaders weren’t even aware they were being attacked until the last chunk of the “fight”
Pet Shop’s Horus vs. Iggy, Kakyoin (Kakyoin’s eyes nearly get scratched out.)
ooooooo thats a fun idea. Maybe Kakyoin went looking for Iggy or he noticed the ice-wielding bird flying around. And what if instead of how it goes in canon, Kakyoin’s eyes themselves are fine this time it was just the eyelids. Still hurts like a bitch tho
Telence D'Arby’s Atum vs. Jotaro, Polnareff, Joseph (Pol is horrible at video games.) & Vanilla Ice’s Cream vs. Kakyoin, Iggy, Abdul (Adbul keeps the Life Detector burning to his dying breath, letting Iggy melt his sand into a maelstrom of molten glass; emeralds reflect sunlight.) Kenny G‘s Tenor Sax vs. ??? (when they finally track this guy down) DIO’s The World vs. Everyone (Iggy dies revealing the secret of The World, Kakyoin Lives
So I’m lumping this last chunk together because of one simple reason: I am a simple bitch with simple needs, and I’m not ashamed to admit that like. 80% if the time unless it’s absolutely necessary to the plot I’m most likely going to try and figure out some possible way to make it so Everyone Lives
I definitely love the ideas you gave with the death bits thought, ESPECIALLY the life compass molten glass emerald light thing, that’s so creative and right on par for the creative insanity that Jojo’s Fights has in spades. There’s also the interesting matter of the emotional and plot differences that come with Kakyoin being Not Dead
……however if theoretically they did live, what if Avdol got his arms yoinked and while they were able to stop him from bleeding out he was definitely out of the fight
So I was scrolling through some old messages and found an. Honestly really interesting concept for an AU which I totally forgot about
AU where Holly doesn’t call Joseph about the whole “Jotaro’s locked himself in jail” situation
Essentially the idea is that Joot is sitting and vibing in the jail cell just like canon, however this time when Holly shows up take him back home, he ends up noticing things because she’s now alone and his sole focus. Be it because if his own observation skills or because if Star’s incredibly precise vision, he ends up noticing some things
He notices his mother is paler than she usually is, that she’s having a bit of difficulty breathing, that over all she looks weaker and more strained than she usually is
Jotaro may be terrified of hurting his mother. But he’s even more terrified of leaving her alone sick with no one to take care of her, so it’s enough to get him out of the cell and go home.
And then the second they get through the door, she collapses.
Only it’s the evil spirit which catches her, far faster than Jotaro could have. And despite Jotaro’s worst fears of it hurting her…. it doesn’t. Instead, it just carefully cradles her fevered form and gently gives her to him. Jotaro then takes her to her room, lies her down, and starts caring for her best he can with the Possibly-Not-That-Evil Spirit’s help.
The next days rolls around, in which Jotaro skips school to care for his mom……. only for Kakyoin to show up.
There’s a fight, the house gets more than a little damage, Jotaro goes absolutely ballistic when he realizes they’re getting closer to the room his mom is in, and ends up knocking Kakyoin the fuck out. He also takes out the flesh bud because What The Fuck Is That Why Is It In Your Head Why Is It Going Up My Arm-
Fast forward a couple more hours. Kakyoin awakens to being tied up and very beat up in a closet. A few minutes of fumbling and trying to figure out what’s going on and eventually Jotaro opens the door with a “are you feeling less crazy and murderous now or do I have to knock you out again?”
They talk, both get answers about What The Fuck Is Going On, and realize their best bet of saving Holly is to find Dio, and maybe beat him up if necessary. Kakyoin remembers him having an enormous library and a bunch of other Stand Users around, so somebody was bound to know something about Holly’s clearly Stand Given Condition.
So they’re off. Jotaro leaves his mother with some neighbors he knew she liked and with the  surprising amount of funds Dio had given Kakyoin, they start their journey.
Fast forward a few more hours….. and Joseph ends up getting a call from the hospital. Those neighbors Jotaro left Holly with? Yeah they were really really concerned about her health so she was brought to a hospital which…. you know what fair. Joseph was one of her emergency contacts, and he puts together the possible Stand Involvement so Avdol comes to.
They go check in with the hospital, Avdol confirms it’s a Stand Thing…. and they also learn that Jotaro had left the jail cell but hasn’t visited his mother since she was admitted. So Joseph and Avdol start head back to the Kujo House, and Joseph is prepared to kick his ass for not visiting his mother, offer a shoulder if the kid’s not visiting because Emotions, or both. Plus he also starts planning on explaining Stands and how killing Dio was the only way to save Holly
What he wasn’t prepared for was to find clear signs of a fight alongside blood, because Jotaro and Kakyoin….. didn’t leave the house in the best shape. Joseph then realizes that Dio got to Jotaro before they did, and now is doubly motivated to go and kick Dio’s ass.
So now we have two groups. Jotaro and Kakyoin(and maybe Polnareff) heading to Egypt at a more leisurely pace while trying to learn as much about Stands as they can along the way, and then Joseph going on an absolute war path with Avdol and Iggy 
Bonus points if Joseph keeps using Hermit Purple at the worst possible times and getting Seemingly Not Great photos of Jotaro’s situation, double bonus points if they keep nearly missing each other along the way
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kalims · 2 years ago
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‎˃ ᵕ ˂ . . "are you a fool? don't fall in love with me."
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high school, wise fool,
to be straightforward. a remake of high school otome au :D
parts. one , two , three , remake
characters. epel, riddle, jade, ace, deuce, leona, jamil, malleus, floyd, neige, silver, and mysterious character.
cw. not proofread, yandere in the end. silver lowkey being main guy.
includes. gn!reader.
note. pretend we are smart cause we still are in this remake. this was kinda rushed cause I was struggling to fit all of them in the 3 paragraph limit I set for myself.
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・ㅤyou���ㅤ— a surprisingly gifted child whom acquired a scholarship granted by headmaster crowley himself, just before an honorary recommendation from your loving father figure; crewel. nearly all professors had taken a certain liking to you though even if they didn't crewel would've been sure to 'discipline' their minds to see what an angel you are because no way anyone would hate, you. his lovely, lovely child. now everyone is weirdly being nice to you just because they're scared of him.
・ㅤepel felmierㅤㅤ— your childhood friend who can see through you anytime, it doesn't matter if you're a good or horrible liar. epel will find out anyways despite all the odds against him just because of the fact on how well he knows you. well,, it's a given since he's been by your side the whole time you grew up. if there's anything epel has over the multitude of people equipped with brilliance, or money.. it's the thousands of memories you've both made and he's certainly not gonna lose to some losers who don't know the first thing about you!
epel was your first man! the one who was there to wipe your tears when your ex carelessly played with your heart, the one who screamed with you when there's a jumpscare on the screen, and the one who laughs with you on random occasions you both catch sight of each other and honestly start dying after the other breaks into a snort. he might be unseen as a 'real' man in everyone else's eyes but he was yours, and he's gonna commit to that title till he dies.
out of everyone epel is the one particularly iffed by the decreasing time both of you spend together. he can't tell if you entering school with him was the best or worst ever because the tides of time are pulling you apart! next thing you know he's barging in your room to demand you spend time with him and personally claimed a day he called "epel day" and you can't really say no to his face, right?
・ㅤriddle roseheartsㅤㅤ— the terrifying student council president that might as well call his presence terrorizing because he's just eating and everyone would be quaking in their boots, even the lunch lady. your first encounter with him wasn't all that pleasant cause the moment your classmate burst into the classroom and yelled, "code:rosehearts!" was the moment the class went to chaos. everyone was hastily fixing their appearances, fast cleaning, sitting properly—oh my god someone just jumped out the window. midst your confusion (since you were a transfer) his eyes immediately zeroed on the hamburger on your hand. and you hear a whisper, "it's a tuesday." what?
okay so apparently eating hamburgers on tuesdays was banned and you were sent to the red room somewhere in heartslabyul. whatever the red room was, but apparently it's a discipline area or whatever. it was just a room you were made to stay in for like half an hour till' you were discharged. it wasn't that bad, but from now on you officially started hating on the prez for his poor judgment skills cause hello? couldn't you get a pass? you became an absolute migraine to riddle and now he hates you too because can you stop putting cheese in his tarts?! enough with this blasphemy! now riddle is trying to screw up your life too.
you learn that he's just actually really lonely so you swallowed up your pride and sat next to him in lunch since you noticed he looked quite.. sad eating, whereas he was alone. riddle only raised a brow and looked you over judgmentally. (lesson learned; don't tell him that you pity him because he's gonna start denying he ever looked sad with a red face, but strange.. he looks heated over your explanation for another reason other than anger..)
・ㅤjade leechㅤㅤ— your ex a year back. jade leech was one of the most random relationship you ever had in your life, once. you saw him in class, and the smile he had was somehow.. charming. mischievous, polite, and cunning. not the most ideal traits someone would look for a man but you'd admit you would have a thing for anyone who would treat you right. and he did! though to this day you're still not sure why he approached you in the first place but one thing led to another and now you've started dating.
everything was perfect. (keyword: perfect) you were content, and at some point gave a future with him some thought. the assumption that you were one of the rare people that saw first hand the more 'innocent' sides of jade leech got you wondering right now, the times where he looks like a little, happy kid watching his mushrooms or the remarks that genuinely got you flustered. you wonder why it all ended in the first place.
he cradled your heart in his hands and dropped it to sink under the water without turning back once. there was no explanation, just a simple; "let's break up." and it was all gone, just tears left. so when you were just at the climax of picking yourself up why in the hell is he standing in front of you right now wearing the same smile that enchanted you?! you hate the way your heart aches when he still remembers the things you told him since forever and you swear to ignore his existence even when he's awfully intent on messing with you again.
・ㅤace trapollaㅤㅤ— your roommate who would be more suited to classify as a demon, ace is one of the most annoying people you've ever met in your life and you simultaneously want to slap and smack him in the face because he's too laid back ninety percent of the time. you both, sorta disliked each other at first. him not liking you because you whacked him with a broom in dead of the night after overtime practice (but you don't blame yourself because it was totally justified!) and you to him because he started insulting your entire being.
anyways he's the worst roommates ever. there was clearly your name highlighted in bold colors on the tupperware of your favorite snack in the fridge then you find it completely empty the next day, sometimes he even has the audacity to place a sticky note containing "thanks for the snack loser :P" which in turn made you stick another note on the fridge, "fuck you" as a response. now it's some kind of ritual for the two of you to paste derogatory, lowkey playful messages to each other on the fridge. whoever comes over is gonna be concerned with the amount of sticky notes in the fridge.
he moans about how he's one of the 'talented' froshes in the basketball club which you actually can't deny because he's a first year being considered to be a regular on the team and some of the third years are still in the benches! actually, some of them hate him for it and for once you join him on complaining about them cause it wasn't even his fault? though his statement; "they're just bad at it and jealous of me" was concerning but eh.. it's ace, what else would you expect?
・ㅤdeuce spadeㅤㅤ— suprise suprise! turns out ace and you weren't the only ones who was going to be roomed in one dorm. here enters: deuce spade, your second roomie who is a hundred times better than ace. compared to the latter, deuce is a gift sent by god. he cleans up his messes, even insists on cleaning some of yours even when you try to talk him out of it. okay so apparently he still had trauma from when his mother whooped his ass when he didn't clean the house when it was an order. a mommas boy indeed.
unfortunately to the abrupt appearance of a new roomie (no thanks to crowley since he didn't even tell you.) ace and you had used the spare room as a dump for your stuff so it was full of random things like the the electric guitar you don't even use anymore. so you declared that all three of you will be cleaning it out, deuce wasn't originally in the plan but he offered to pitch in so.. the cleaning was full of sweat, heavy lifting which you left to deuce because damn. he can lift those without much effort compared to your arms.
deuce has a concerning obsession with eggs cause whenever it was his time to cook breakfast he always cooks a variety of eggs. you do like eggs but the taste is starting to make you nauseous from how many times you've eaten it for days straight. unlike ace who would attempt to kick you out of your room when you trespass even when he does it freely to yours, deuce even welcomes you in. and you don't know why ace is tagging along with you on your trips to deuce's room. (also deuce joins in on the sticky notes but ace says his notes are that of a boomer because all he puts is the grocery list)
・ㅤleona kingscholarㅤㅤ— the dude who you accidentally stepped and literally tripped on right after, who knew the dirt on the floor tasted so bad? when you said you were hungry you didn't mean this! leona peeked an eye open and when it landed on you, you were now his self proclaimed slave. or to word it better, working for him as repayment for stepping on him and dirtying his clothes. which got you flabbergasted because is it not already dirty from the grass and dirt he's sleeping on? does this dude not know what a bed is?
you only actually learn his name through epel since he never told you when you pointed at leona blabbering about he's the guy that practically enslaved you for stepping on him (which you'd emphasize on accident) and epel looked absolutely horrified when he frivolously whispered; "that's leona kingscholar!" to you but the guy still somehow heard it because he made a gesture for you to follow him. from now on starts the demise of your life.
you might as well call yourselves two peas in a pod because he always had you following around and doing tasks he can't be bothered to do. making you run off to his club room to grab a spare ball since he wanted to practice.. or running around looking for his lost shoelace, in short it was a nightmare! you're not sure why the hell he made you wear his jersey for a game and making you sit in his team area, place thing... for the period of the game. apparently it was so he can go back to you much faster when he wins this (he actually said that like he's sure he would) and the crowd goes silent when he tilts his head to you and asks if he was good.
・ㅤjamil viperㅤㅤ— technically he was just ace's teammate to you. suprise, suprise! ace did make it into the regular team and now it's customary for you to attend his games, practice or not because he threatened that if you didn't he'd eat all the food you'd try to hide. you only know of jamil's existence after he had dropped an exhausted ace off your dorm just after he had also taken him to the nurse's office. you don't know if you hallucinated or not but there was definitely a bitter kind of look on jamil's face when you fretted over ace.
huh. since then you've been thanking jamil endlessly for taking the time to take care of ace (and admittedly throwing shade lowkey about ace's careless nature) apparently he had taken a nasty fall for his agressive play. jamil himself seems quite.. shy about your praises, probably having not been used to being openly grateful for his actions. you don't know why you're being so thankful to the extent that you had been learning how to make a decent bowl of curry for him..
though jamil's pokerface twitched a little when he sampled your 'first ever experiment' "it.. could use some work." he coughs and you wonder if he knows that you can see his hand impatiently shaking to gulp down the water. since then he's helped you hone your curry skills to the max and there's one thing you can say. he was an absolute god in cooking, for that you cried praises savoring the dishes you were given the luxury to eat. you've grown a lot closer than before and this time he looks particularly at peace when he's the one suffering the injury and now being the subject of your worry. perhaps this is one thing he'd like to have for himself.
・ㅤmalleus draconiaㅤㅤ— a stranger you've met by the woods, your parent would be recoiling violently if they found out you went against their firm words to not wander anywhere. especially forests! but you won't give up the beautiful spot you've found within the premises of the forest, just a perfect place for yourself. calm and serene are your favorite words. apparently it was an old building owned by the school, crowley wouldn't certainly mind if you used the place for yourself.. right?
the place was a bit dusty, old with a sense of ancient familiarity with it. a certain charm of the old place you supposed. nevertheless you've taken residence in the porch whenever there's just some things you don't wanna deal with. you were scared out of your wits when you heard a creak of the floorboard and several other signs that there was... something inside the house as you are.
here enters the 'thing' that scared you to death, a mysterious man with misty green eyes. he refuses to state his name when you've already given yours, seemingly quite delighted at your ignorance towards his existence. tsunotaro (the nickname you'd given him since he insisted you have whatever) was there when epel didn't understand you sometimes. he listens quietly, you'd mistake his silence to be bad but it's a habit so that he could hear your voice easier.
・ㅤfloyd leechㅤㅤ— the unbearing brother of your ex, ever since you and jade broke up you never really heard from him again. so you assumed it was because of the fragile relationship you had with his brother and eventually let it go. since you found out jade was also in NRC, you assumed the worst and that his two friends would be here as well. floyd in particular kinda terrified you sometimes but he's a good guy... usually! albiet his habit for violence to solve a problem.
speaking of violence he never had a problem offering his fist to you, which you'd mistaken as a fist bump but it was actually a sign of 'friendship' and it meant that if you ever needed someone to be taken care of.. floyd will gladly spare some of his gracious strength to pound them into oblivion! violence aside. he looked ecstatic by your presence, not at all affected by the fact that you were separated for like a year. save for a pout and a, "shrimpy, where were you?" then he went back to being all affectionate like in the past, you weren't sure if it was appropriate since he is your ex's brother but eh.. you aren't with jade anymore and floyd was a dear friend so..!
besides all that he still keeps the promise of protecting you ever since a year ago, which is kind of weird since jade (as your boyfriend) should've been the one to make that kind of oath. which is evident from the way he scares away all the bullies that might pick at you for being only able to enter the college through academic means. one thing that everyone knows how to calm down floyd though, is that your mere presence sends him into a flowery mood which explains why you're always getting dragged around somewhere.
・ㅤneige leblancheㅤㅤ— the celebrity happy-go-lucky boy from the rival school of NRC; royal sword academy. you can say this at the very least, you were just a small, teensy tiny little fan of neige! it's not your fault he's so genuinely adorable! moving into a new environment meant discovering new favorite artists and you just so happen to enjoy neige's music from time to time. so you can admit you really didn't expect to meet neige through VDC.. since you're only the manager you only expected a glance or two but.. talking live with him makes your heart race!!
the descriptions of him online honestly doesn't do him justice at all! 'bright and cute' neige isn't just a handsome face, they should see the events he held to donate to charity and your inner fan came out and decided it was time to tell neige how awesome he was without filter. it is admittedly embarrassing that our mouth run off without your consent but the boy himself looked awfully frustrated by your genuine words.
it seems like neige really had taken a liking to you after the little rant but hey, you're glad he didn't find you weird at all! a dream come true.. neige finds himself thinking of you every quarter of the day, bursting into a deep flush but he can't tell if it's by the thought of your kindness (oddly enough) or the fact that he caught himself in the act. either way.. even he notices that there's lots of other people parading for your love.. it's selfish of him to think so but no person can ever live up to you!
・ㅤsilverㅤㅤ— the ever softer gentleman that you had caught snoozing his life away in a grassy field. out of the goodness in your heart you gently shook him awake, knowing full well there's classes about to start at the moment and from the uniform he adores its clear he was a student like you. the first thing you thought of was, "stunning" and you had actually paused to register the rare, glistening colors in his irises. honestly it's not fair how much natural beauty this random man you just met had effortlessly..
you learn that silver is the whole package deal. where he is kind, he is also strong. he holds the type of persona that would fight the world for you, avenge you, and love you unconditionally. okay technically you're starting to get lost in your concerningly vast imagination including silver but you honesty can't stop daydreaming because he's like the epitome of a prince(ss) wait he could be anyone's type right now.
silver is kind, and frustratingly sweet. you think that maybe it's your love story blooming when he gingerly ties the stem of various flowers together and place it in your forehead. a craft he learned from when he was bored in his childhood. you feel like someone when he casts you the softest gaze you've ever seen in your life and it's breathtaking. since when did life move by so fast that you're comfortable napping amongst the vast green field together?
・ㅤmystery characterㅤㅤ— the one who witnesses, the one who knows the feelings of all these puny idiots towards you. the one who will remain a viewer to your story, and perhaps never make a debut for the main leading role, your love interest. if he can't get in your story, then he will drag you in his whether you like it or not. do you still remember him..? because he would have never forgotten your face since that day.
he refuses to let your story end with that silver haired buffoon who won't get half the luxuries you deserve.. this can't be.. you just can't have an ending where you're happy with someone that's not him...
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falloutjay · 4 years ago
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Can you please do Mysterion falling in love with a Civilian reader?
I was done much faster than expected honestly!
And Im pretty happy with my outcome and I hope so are you. I love Mysterion/ Kenny and was super happy to see a request for him, so thank you for that! (ɔ◔︣‿◔︣)ɔ ❤
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Mysterion x civillian!reader
“Stretch here….Ah….And a stretch there…Ha..” A deep voice mumbled. The tall and hooded figure enjoyed the newfound relieve and his eyes wandered once more over the streets below him.
Just an hour and Toolshed would take over.
Tonight, the hero known as Mysterion was bored out of his mind. Nothing really happened. No robberies. No drunk people causing problems. Not even a little bit of arguing.
He was happy of course, that nothing happened means that they did their job well. But a five-hour shift of just looking out and being on guard if anything happens can be annoying from time to time. Kenny, his civilian name, was just done for tonight.
He had this horrible headache, that came back ever so often after an especially violent fight with his arch nemesis Professor Chaos.
His body longed for a good long sleep and he was even a little hungry.
Oh, how he would kill for that half-eaten Bagel that was in the fridge at the hero hideout.
“Focus.” Mysterion reminded himself again and took a deep breath.
“Toolshed will be here soon, then we can sleep. We do this for Karen.” Just thinking about his little sister helped him regain control of his wandering thoughts and to get a better look at the city below him, he sat down at the edge of the building he was on and let his legs dangle in the air.
The streets looked so peaceful at… Blue eyes scanned the smartwatch display… 1 in the morning already.
Lazily, but still attentively those same blue eyes wandered from left to right and right to left, taking in everything that was going on, which wasn’t much. Just some people chatting her and there since he was close to the bars and clubs of the city.
Nothing of interest until a person caught his eye. They were young and seemingly alone, walking at a quick pace and looking somewhat out of place as they didn’t look like your typical party goer.
So naturally the hero was intrigued. He carefully got up and followed the young person that walked on the streets below.
Elegantly he jumped from rooftop to rooftop to keep up with the somewhat fast person he followed.
He didn’t do this because he was some kind of creep, but his gut feeling told him this was the right thing. Something seemed fishy and his gut had never disappointed him before.
And it really never disappointed him before, but he felt like an idiot after five more minutes of following. Maybe for once his gut was wrong? It looked like they arrived at their home and tried unlocking their door.
Mysterion let out a sigh, questioning if Toolshed had maybe already arrived? Just as he was about to turn around, he heard a commotion from below.
He peeked over the edge and the person he was following was now pressed against the door they had tried to open. Some tall man held them there and looked rather angry.
“I will never doubt you again.” Mysterion mumbled as he got ready to jump down. He landed as quiet as a cat and approached the two.
“Don’t lie to me Y/N. Why were you there?”
“Like I said, I just went and got my books back. Stop following me or I will call the police.”
“Don’t try to bullshit me, dipshit.”
“Leave them alone.” Mysterion now called out and stood firm just a few feet away.
“Wha-” The man mumbled, letting go of the other person. He now approached the hero and mustered him.
“What kind of clown are you?” He said and got all up in Mysterions face. The blonde could easily smell the alcohol in his breath as he asked the question.
“The only clown I see is you.” Mysterion growled, trying to look as intimidating as he could.
Which he did with ease.
The man scoffed, looking at the person he had followed one more time before leaving angrily.
Mysterion approached the still shocked person leaning on their door. “You alright?” Now Mysterions had the time to properly look at their face and he felt warm inside, despite the cold air.
“Yeah, I’m okay, thanks to you. Thank you for getting rid of him.” The blonde loved the sound of their voice. Wow, it sounded so brilliant and lovely in his ears.
“Who was that anyway?” Mysterion questioned as the person opened the door.
“My stupid jealous ex. It has been over for ages now, but he just keeps bugging me. I was picking up some book from my study buddy and he must have gone crazy.”
“Glad to hear he is an ex.” Mysterion said charmingly, a confident smile on his lips. “Yeah, me too.” The person kept standing there, not making a move to actually go inside just yet.
“May I know your name?” Mysterion asked. “It is Y/N. May I know my saviors name?” They asked, cocking their head and with a bright smile on their face.
“Mysterion.”
“You’re one of those heroes who watches over the town right? Like in the comics?” The hero laughed. His smokey voice was like a bittersweet melody in Y/N ears.
“Pretty much yeah.”
“That’s so cool honestly. That I would get a hero’s help someday… How lucky I must be. Maybe we will see each other again, Mysterion?” “I sure hope so. Good night, Y/N.”
Mysterion said, turning around to climb up a drainpipe to get back on the roofs. “Good night, Mysterion!” Y/N called out before disappearing inside.
Up on the roof, the hero could finally let go of his super serious façade and immediately he bit his lip. Normally he had no trouble keeping his civilian persona and Mysterion separate but goddamn that Y/N?
They actually had him stumble over his thoughts for a second.
“Okay, lets meet up with Toolshed and then we are fine.” He said to himself and quickly went on his way.
 A gloved hand went through golden locks and a dreamy sigh escaped pale peach lips. The owner of said things almost jumped up in surprise when a hand slammed down on his desk.
That hand belonged to a fellow superhero, named Human Kite. The most serious hero they had in their organization.
“Okay, what’s going on? You’re getting sick? Got shot? You’re not focused at all Mystery.” “Stop with that nickname or I’m gotta start calling you Human.”
“Fine…Fine.” The Human Kite said and sat on Mysterions desk. “I’m fine though, thanks for asking. I just had had an interesting encounter.” The redhaired hero raised an eyebrow.
“The high and mighty, super serious Mysterion is actually smiling and lost in thought? Must have been someone special…”
“I think…” Mysterion started and looked around, biting his lip. “I think I met my Mary-Jane or Lois Lane.” With a smug expression Mysterion looked up to the redhead.
“Damn, really? Must have been a real beauty, because I only know you as this super serious dude who everyone fears when they first see you.”
Mysterion leaned back in his chair, laughing. “Trust me, they are. Pretty h/c-colored hair, stunning e/c eyes and a body to die for.” Human Kite almost fell of the desk laughing.
“They really got ya. Better hope they like you too and are willing to be your Mary-Jane.” Kite chuckled, got up and walked away.
“Ah, come on, instead of being jealous I found someone pretty, go suck Toolshed’s dick. We all know you want it!”
Kite gave him the middle finger before leaving the facility. “You know it’s the truth.”
Mysterion shrugged, a big smile plastered across his face. Mosquito, who overheard the conversation over from his desk eyed Mysterion as he out his feet up.
“So, any plan in mind now, bsss?” He asked and looked over.
“I actually do, my Mosquito friend.”
 Y/N was on their way home. It has been an exhausting day. Right now, they just wanted to get home, lay on the couch and sleep. While searching for their keys, they felt like they were being watched.
“Come on, not today…” They mumbled, sincerely hoping their ex would not bother them today. Y/N quickly opened their mailbox, snatched the letters, and went inside, feeling relieved as soon as they got to sit on the couch.
After a few minutes, which they used to decompress, they looked through the mail.
“Bill, advertisement, trash, bill…Huh?” A blank envelope was left and curiously, Y/N opened it.
Their e/c eyes scanned over the neatly written words and immediately their inside felt all fuzzy and warm.
 “Dear Y/N,
I am not a man of many words nor can I write good letters.
But I have to say, I can’t get you out of my mind. My colleagues are already bullying me for it, saying you’re my Lois Lane or Mary-Jane.
If you would like to see me again, come to the old building next to the Raisins tomorrow night. I’ll be there at midnight, waiting for you.
M?”
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aberfaeth · 4 years ago
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back on my ignoring the very real final exam i have due at midnight tonight bullshit to spread the word of modern au!six of crows/leverage crossover (once again thanks to sav @grasslandgirl for indulging me and providing some of these soundbites). aka,
nate: who are these. Children?
kaz: ill fucking kill you
pekka rollins is a powerful hedge fund manager who embezzles on the side. all of his crime is very much in the shadows. he is a master of disguise, picking up and moving away and managing various identities such that it’s taken him a really long time to cross the leverage crew’s radar
kaz brekker has been hunting this man for seven years. he does not appreciate the sudden intrusion of a strange group of people into rollins’ business just as he’s assembled his crew (the thief inej, the hitters jesper and matthias, the grifter nina, the hacker wylan), about to make his move. either they get out of his way or they are going down, too. 
SHENANIGANS!
eliot: the thing about guns is that they have a certain range of efficacy
jesper: lmao rip to you but im different
parker and inej instant bestfriendship. inej is vicious with a set of knives but parker introduces her to the taser and that’s good, too. that’s really good.
wylan is the most vicious bastard hacker hardison has ever encountered. he plays so dirty it’s almost funny. dyslexia has made him adapt an entirely new universe of methods and chaos WISHES he was capable of the drunken mastery wylan spews from his fingers. he built his computer from scratch and it’s just this wonderful horrible color coded abomination.
sophie: is that... is that jan van eck’s son?
hardison: i don’t know who that is but i sort of want to wrap him in bubble wrap. is that weird? *the lights go off* ok he just blew out the entire power grid for our block
nina and sophie have one of those meetings where they both play off each other and then an alarm goes off somewhere and they both sort of come to a mutual understanding and “oh, you’re good.” “you’re good! honestly, i never would have known.” “that accent was fantastic. and the mannerisms! where on earth did you learn that?”
nate is still concerned about the fact that these are literal children. honestly, eliot is too. parker, hanging from the rafters eating trail mix, reminds them that she was a getaway driver at age eleven. hardison points out that he hacked the bank of iceland when he was sixteen. sophie just shrugs. “what can you do about it? seriously, what can you do about it? they’ve already broken out of prison twice.”
“twice,” nate mutters. “that’s just excessive.”
“well,” sophie responds, “as nina explained it to me, the first time they were just breaking matthias out. and the second time, they got sent in on purpose.”
nate sends a prayer to the ceiling.
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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 4 years ago
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Hi! I love everything that you write and heh I am a fan! 😄 tbh this is my first time requesting something on Tumblr! If you don't mind and if I am not being a bother...can you write about how the guys would react If MC suddenly starts making meme references? I don't know how I got the idea but I am REALLY curious. And love you! :D
Hiya! Tyvm for the kind words, and apologies that this took a while! I hope you have the chance to enjoy it regardless ❤️❤️❤️ Love you too, sweet pea! I promise to get to the next request you’ve sent ASAP~
Aight but this would be hilarious because the range of the reactions is just ungodly. I will be putting this under a cut after Napoleon so I don’t clog up everyone’s dash, but all the suitors are included below otherwise! 
Comte is the one that recognizes a few, but didn’t really stay in modern times long enough to be as well-versed as a Gen Z kid might. Regardless he finds the wittiness and absolute chaotic fuckery to be delightful, and will 100% support the harmless nonsense. It never fails to get a laugh out of him
Mozart that first day be like: “Buzz off MC I hate you” MC, because she likes swinging bats at wasps’ nests: “Well that’s not very cash money of you” Mozart: ?????????? Comte, giggling in the bg like the secret fae he is This one’s just because I’m petty, but after the events of Comte rt I just imagine them encountering Vlad again and MC’s just “I lived bitch.” while Comte is flipping him off behind her lkjahgkjhdsg
Comte @ Leo when he finds the latter under his desk: Had it not been for the laws of this land, I would have slaughtered you.  MC: wheezing from the hallway as she’s about to give him his letters
MC: So how was your day, honey? Comte: Good, good--briefly had to go beastmode upon the punk that pilfered my lint roller MC, biting her lip to keep from laughing: So does Leo still have his kneecaps? Comte: for now.
Comte, @ literally anyone upsetting the MC: I won’t hesitate, bitch
Comte: Be careful with my emotional baggage, it’s designer
MC: What if I was evil and ran towards you at very fast speeds Comte: My arms are strong, I would catch and hug you
Leo and Dazai are the ones that don’t have a single reference point but are filled with so much dumbass chaos energy that they just. Understand immediately???? Nobody knows how or why, but they just catch on so fast--adapt the language in a matter of weeks. Never underestimate the power of combined boredom, depression, and humor
I swear to god I just see MC taking them their Blanc/Rouge and being like “here you go sir, one enslaved moisture” and they just go fucking hog wild from day one. MC starts impersonating Theo when he leaves the room around Dazai, like fake deep voice “you all only hate me because you do not like me and I am mean to you. grow up.” Or like the MC meets a baby on her travels with Leo around town and she holds them and says v seriously and sagely “So you are Baby? I have heard tales of your exploits.” and Leo about loses his shit right there. They both think MC is the funniest person alive--they’ve never been more eager to throw a ring at someone in their entire life.
Also a bonus for my beloved Dazai:  MC, facing even the slightest inconvenience (like dropping her fork) in the most dramtic voice possible: Life is not daijoubu. Dazai: wheezing
MC, after watching Theo turn down a woman at the bar in the meanest way possible: bro quit letting the darkness consume you u r scaring the hoes Dazai, literally rolling around on the ground, half-drunk and dying:
MC, walking alongside Dazai and stopping to stare at her reflection in the River Seine. Dazai’s expecting some sad or twisted shit, since people often feel comfortable talking about those things around him, but instead she just: “Oh, it’s you. The source of all my problems.” And he about falls into the river from shock HAHAHA
At this point don’t be surprised if his next book is about an absolute madlad woman similar to MC
Napoleon finds it to be a delightful quirk more than anything? He doesn’t really understand it, but he finds it funny when they change their voice for effect or speak in exaggerated tones. If it’s just comprehensible enough for an outsider to understand--or Sebas gives him context--chances are it’ll send him into a laughing fit
For this one I just imagine MC singing that Ratatouille meme song obnoxiously bad while cooking, and Napoleon and Comte are just so wildly amused by it bc it makes zero sense and it’s only vaguely French at this point
MC @ Napoleon while they’re cooking brunch: Can I offer you a nice egg in these trying times?
MC, conflicted because she’s tired and wanted to sleep in but also got to see Napo’s cute sleeping face for a few hours: For my next stunt, I’ll wake up at 5AM on the day I can sleep in. Sebas: Early to bed and early to rise makes a person healthy, wealthy, and wise MC: early to bed and early to rise makes me a massive bitch Napoleon: laughing in agreement
Isaac is the type to be bewildered and concerned at first (especially when he hears the more nihilistic ones hoOOOoooOO BOY) but eventually begins to understand it’s some bizarre attempt at humor (that hurts Zack baby). While some part of him laments that it reminds him of Dazai and he’s secretly jealous of how she and Dazai bond over it, he will sometimes join in the chaos when the mood strikes him and he’s feeling mischievous
Isaac: How are you feeling? MC: Oh, I’m not Isaac: seconds from dialing 911 Isaac: Are you okay? MC: Oh yeah dw I just suffer from that syndrome where your neutral expression makes you look like you’re an angry serial killer Isaac: say sike rn
Isaac, tutoring MC and correcting something:  MC, muttering while redoing it: The risk I took was calculated, but man am I bad at math. Isaac: unable to help a laugh
One time MC was avoiding Isaac for fear of hurting his feelings and he just confronts her like: Isaac: back by unpopular demand, me! What’s wrong, MC pls MC was so hecking proud of him
Isaac, telling MC about a recent discovery he learned at uni from another professor: bones typically heal stronger after they’ve been broken--so long as they’re set properly, of course MC, looking him dead in the eyes: So what you’re saying is that I should break every bone in my body until I become superhumanly powerful? Isaac: please do not, no
Mozart and Jeanne are just. Totally lost. Why are you talking like that??? Why are you making “crab hands”???? They don’t understand. Maybe never will. They reach a point where they just kind of laugh and shake their heads, endeared by the oddity after they’re used to it and have determined it isn’t a threat/insult. 
MC: It’s a cold and it’s a brooooken, Waluigi. Waaaaluigiiiii...waaaahluigi..... Mozart: surprised, then starts snickering and playing along on the piano
Arthur, asking MC very personal questions out loud because he is an idiot sometimes: Soooo MC, are you a top or a bottom? MC: I’m a threat. (If he asks a second time, the response will be “Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy.”) Jeanne, fighting a smile:
MC, about to punch an asshole: Your free trial of being alive has ended Jeanne, seconds from laughing for the first time in 100 years:
Also, because I genuinely can’t help myself. You know that knight meme like “Parry this you fucking casual.” I cannot stress enough that it is literally the personification of Jeanne’s entire character. I’m not even joking.
Arthur and Shakespeare are utterly fascinated by the rapid evolution of wordplay and the sheer hilarity. They will ask all about these so-called “memes” and ask for examples of them if MC can show them (either somehow accessing her phone or drawing them). MC draws Arthur the knife cat meme and he about a s c e n d s at the hilarity of it all, points and yells THEO IS HOLDING THE KNIFE. He is correct. They will be delighted and follow along eagerly, and--god forbid--will make their own based on late 19th century struggles.
Is this where Shakespeare got the idea for “What, you egg? stabs him” and “You are a saucy boy.”? I’m too scared to ask. Don’t even get me started on “The Fool jingled miserably across the floor.” That one is just too on the nose...
I can’t even imagine what would happen to Shakespeare if MC like translated vines and memes into Ye Olde English around him. Imagine she’s at one of those noble balls and hears rumors of these two guys living together and they’re so obviously gay and he says “And those gents w’re roommates.” And in the most false surprised tone ever MC just replies “oh mine own god, those gents w’re roommates.” Imagine having a wife that’s just as hilarious as you are and hits you with all the force of a bag of wet mice every time you speak in retaliation, he’s going into palpitations.
Every time Arthur does smth stupid MC just: “I Pretend I Do Not See It.”
Vincent is tickled pink by MC’s penchant for finding joy and/or amusement in nearly everything they do, and he smiles gently when he sees them muttering and laughing to themselves. He wants to be able to join them in what they love, but he has a harder time following along and understanding the darker humor sometimes. Mostly gets confused??? Please give him the easier ones to mimic and laugh when he tries--or just include him in your jokes MC. He’s babie your honor...
But he also. Will not. Stand any kind of self-deprecation or borderline verbal self-harm. He’s usually very easygoing and calm, but for whatever reason that stuff makes him go deathly quiet and upset.
MC, after something goes horribly wrong, hugging Vincent: Oh Vince, we really in it now Vincent: giggling a little despite his worries, relaxing
MC: Theo stop simping for Vincent that’s my job
MC, when Theo leaves the room and she gets Vincent all to herself: The evil is defeated.
MC: And this is where I would put my will to live...if I h a d one! Vincent: ;-; MC: oh shit, oh fuck, I was only kidding Vincent wait (MC was subsequently lectured and loved on for many hours)
Theo is conflicted because on the one hand, he loves to see you smiling and having fun. On the other, you’re clowning as hard as Dazai and Arthur and he can only handle so many monkeys in his circus. Most of the time he will roll his eyes and be the straight man of this comedy, but you might find him cracking a smile--or accidentally letting a chuckle slip past his lips now and again.
MC, after meeting Theo: I’m a nice person, but I’m about to start throwing rocks at people.
Theo, those first days: Oh? You’re approaching me? Instead of running away, you’re coming right to me? MC: I can’t beat the shit out of you without getting closer.
Theo: Every time I ask MC to explain “vibe check” to me she hits me with some kind of improvised weapon
MC, after the “incident” (you know the one): This year, I lost my dear lover Theo Theo, in the distance: QUIT TELLING EVERYONE I’M DEAD! MC: ;-; sometimes I can still hear his voice...
Sebastian is last because oh boy. OH BOYYYYY I LOVE HIM. Okay so the way I see this happening with Sebastian is just. So wild. Because at first he’s t r y i n g so hard to be the proper butler man. He does not meme. But then he starts to drift closer to what Niles from The Nanny was, where he’ll quip and joke in private or when the situation is just beyond the amount of absurdity he can handle without making a snarky comment. Everyone in the house can’t fathom how Sebas and MC got so close so fast, but there are points where they’re just “Are they even speaking English anymore???” It’s 11 times funnier than normal because Sebas almost never smiles or laughs when memeing, the deadpan quality of his playing along sends MC every time
Has ABSOLUTELY said “HEY. PANINI HEAD. ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME???” jokingly when MC made a mistake in the kitchen. They laugh about it for y e a r s
MC: I can’t date someone who keeps a lamb as a pet, that’s so weird Sebas, brushing Lotte in front of MC: MC: MC: Okay, I will make an exception because she looks very polite
MC and Sebas, fully aware of the fame some of the men will reach in modern times: We will watch your career with great interest.  (I s2g that’s like half of Sebas’ rt right there I’m crying)
Sebas rt with Lotte be like that 500 dollar Mareep meme: “sometimes a family can be just a boy, his gf, and their 500 dollar two foot tall Lotte”
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cherri-cherri · 4 years ago
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× Little moments ×
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Pairings - Sukuna x Dying!Reader
Synopsis - Even with you gone, Sukuna remembers all of the memories of you.
Warnings - Story contains Character Death, possible misspelled words, cursing, and triggers to those who have encountered someone dying from a diseases such as cancer.
A/N: There was a headcanon that I just thought was too juicy to not try out where Sukuna had a lover but they were unfortunately lost to an sickness. So here we go, I hope you all enjoy it.
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It was always the little moments that counted when with the one you loved the most...
"Why do you not run, Woman?", a rough voice said behind her with a slight chuckle following in suit. Before the woman was the vision of death that would no doubt be burned into her mind for the rest of her life. Houses burning down into ashen shambles as the smell of burning flesh lingered in the air. Bodies littered the streets with crows hovering over the corpses for their next meal while screams and shouting could be heard from various survivors and victims caught in the destruction.
Yet as much as the sight of her village horrified her, nothing frightened the woman most than that of the sharp claws hovering over her throat, threatening to pierce into her flesh any moment now. "I said," she felt a small prick as the nail of the stranger's index finger slowly scratched the surface of her skin, "Why do you not run? Why do you not beg..?"
Her breath hitched in her throat, gasping a little but she did her best to not flinch in the man's grasp. "I-I'm doomed to die either way, dying here by your hand would mean no differently..so I am prepared to die", she said, closing her eyes as she braced herself for her untimely end. Hearing a guttural sound coming from the man, the woman was spun around to face him and her fears only grew worse.
Yes, the attack on the village could have possibly be that of bandits or a lone man causing chaos but this was no man. No..it was a monster. Four muscular arms, two faces attached to his head, a second mouth on his lower abdomen...This man was a beast, no..he was a curse. The king of curses, the terror of the land, Ryomen Sukuna.
Seeing the dread on her face, Sukuna let out a satisfied chuckle as he roughly gripped onto her chin. "You mean to tell me you don't fear death, woman?"
"No, no I fear it. I'm frightened of the thought— but I'm dying anyway. I have only a year's worse of time left before this sickness claims me, so what's the difference if it's by your hand or not.." she spoke honestly from the heart, surprising the man before her only a tad bit as she looked down to the gravel below. No one had a cure for her illness, there was no hope at all for it, even a few doctors had told her to prepare a grave in advance just in case her death came sooner than expected. It would be unfortunate but she had made peace with knowing the end was near. And so, she waited once more for whatever gruesome fate Sukuna had for her...only to hear,
"No."
"What?" She questioned, looking back up at the man who towered over her. "This will not be the day you die."
That was the first moment she had encountered the king of curses, the moment he had spared her life. Why he did, she never understood, yet after that faithful encounter, Sukuna always found her. Perhaps he visited her only out of boredom and figured today would be the day he would kill the woman, but no, he never did.
To Sukuna, Y/N was a curious case. At first, she was a mere game to him to keep him entertained for a bit or to gain a meal or two but the more he visited her, the closer he grew to the woman. She would always ask the same question whenever she saw him,
"Is today the day, Sukuna-Sama?" And she would always ask it with such a calm smile on her lips. It irritated him—no, annoyed him that she didn't fear the looming threat of death with each visit he made. What made it worse was how welcoming the girl was to him.
He came to learn things about Y/N. The first was that she was a firm believer in her worship. Even with the motor functions of her legs growing weaker and weaker by the day, the girl would try to make a daily trip to the local temple for prayer. Once, he caught her passed out on the steps to the temple and when questioning her on why she was so desperate to prey, the only answer he received was "It may seem stupid to you but I'm grateful for the life I have, even if it's so short. They've allowed air and life to see and hear and to be here with you..so paying my respects every day is just hope that maybe tomorrow, I get to see you again." And then she smiled to him. That same irritating damning smile...
It strung a place in his chest that he had not felt in a long time. A place he thought was long shriveled up and killed, yet she brought it out. He learned that she loved flowers. Coming to her home once to find her tending to her garden, looking surprised to see him only to greet him like always, cheerful dirt covered smile and all..."Welcome back, Sukuna-Sama. Is today the day?"
Eventually the garden withered away when Y/N couldn't even step through the front door. He saw how almost every day, she grew weaker and steadily weaker. Her beautiful skin slowly dulling away into a pale color, her hair once lush and fine as silk now fallen out and gone, her breaths slow and timid. But she always greeted him with that same way as always..
"Is today the day?"
"Is today the day, Sukuna-Sama"
"S-sukuna..Sama..."
He hated it. He hated that some frail woman was able to make him feel such pathetic feelings. He hated the fact that he grew attached to her and now seeing her slowly become nothing but a husk as every sun sets was growing unbearable.
There were days to where Y/N's condition grew worse, to where when Sukuna arrived to see her, she couldn't remember who he was. Her coughing fits had her spew blood onto her hands and her body ached in pain so much. She was not long for this world and he knew it...he knew it.
"Sukuna-Sama...please, please..." He was above her as she laid in her bed, his hand cover her left one as her right palm caressed his cheek gently "is today..t-the day..?"
His heart felt like it was slowly being grounded up into bits as he started into her eyes. He wanted to say no, he wanted for her to stay just a bit longer in his embrace and yet that wasn't possible. Not in her state. Lifting her hand up to his lips, Sukuna stood up from her knee as a sigh escaped his lips.
"Yes..Today is the day, Y/N."
And there was that same smile as always. Weakly stretching across her cheeks with no malice or anger, not even a single trace of regret. "Oh good...Finally...." closing her eyes, Y/N prepared herself for the end yet again but now knowing this time it would surely come. As Sukuna's nails extended a bit, preparing to end the woman, he heard her last words and froze.
"Thank you, Sukuna-Sama...thank you for these little moments..."
He sat there for God knows how long, staring at her corpse laying there peacefully on the bed with a gaping hole in her chest. Blood dribbled down Y/N's now cold and chapped lips, the warmth in her body now gone as well as the life that once flowed through the empty shell of a body. Resting below his feet was a heart, her heart, no longer pumping fresh blood through her body but instead laying motionless on the wooden floor. She was gone.
She was finally gone and yet this feeling remained. This horrible feeling in his own heart. Those memories of her were constantly playing on loop, over and over again with the same words in his mind.
'Is today the day, Sukuna-Sama'.
He screamed out her name. He yelled it for all to hear, anguish filling his soul entirely as he uttered her name. He cursed her. He screamed out her name so many times and cursed her for placing him through such hell. He cursed her..for being the woman he loved. The woman he grew to love and yet she would never know. Perhaps he truly didnt mean those words, but hoped by cursing her, Y/N would return.
That she would awaken in his arms and give him that same smile he came to love. But no, it wouldn't have been that simple. She wasn't coming back..she wasn't coming back....
A thousand years have gone by and yet those little moments echoed in his mind. As he stood before the grave of his true love in the body of his vessel, he remember those words he said to him before she gave her last breath–
'Thank you..'
"No. I should've thanked you, Y/N. Rest well..."
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[A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this. This is my first fanfic here on tumblr and well, I like it but I want more. I might make more following this concept of a lover of Sukuna, maybe even do little scenes that I wasnt able to add here in the fic.
I'm open for asks and requests of Characters from jjk like Sukuna, Gojou or Megumi to which I'll make a post about later. Feel free to Message me with any questions on it if you like or follow for an update down the line. Thank you guys and again and please like/reblog this. See you in the next fic -🍒]
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littlemisspascal · 4 years ago
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Death and an Angel part 7
Helmetless + Death!Din and Cupid F!Reader
Summary: Maybe you should have tried harder, or held onto him tighter. Maybe then you wouldn't be feeling this gaping hole in your chest where your heart used to beat.
Rating: T
Word Count: 2,297
Warnings: Description of a dead body, major character death (but technically you already know it happened, just not how it did...so...), heartbreak, major angst, a bit of fluff at the end, a couple familiar faces may or may not show up
Author Note: Seriously, you all are the best readers I could ever hope to have. The response to Part 6 was unbelievable and I can’t thank everyone enough for the support, especially when I continue to be evil and end the segments with such horrible cliffhangers. 
Links to Part 1 and Part 6 and Part 8
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Maker, your head hurts. 
It throbs angrily as if a mudhorn has impaled your brain on its horn. In fact, your whole body feels like one giant bruise. Grimacing, you take a deep breath, only to enter a coughing fit when you inhale a lungful of smoke. 
Cracking an eye open, panic seizes you when all you see is smoke. Ash gray and thick, it obscures your immediate surroundings from view. You can’t even tell if it’s night or day. 
What the kriff is going on?
Swallowing against the dryness of your throat, you slowly sit up and feel pieces of grit and rubble dig into the tender flesh of your palms. A quick look shows no blood, soulmate mark unaffected, and you sigh a quiet breath of relief. But then worry starts to sink in when you realize you can’t remember where you are or what knocked you unconscious. Before you can spiral into a panic attack, the ground beneath you starts to tremble, causing the tiny fragments of gravel to wildly bounce around.
A shrill metallic screech pierces your ears followed immediately by a massive burst of vibrant orange flames erupting in the distance. You yelp, hastily pushing yourself onto your feet and start to run in the opposite direction, ignoring the howl of protest from your aching body. 
You can’t even see two steps in front of you, effectively ruining your attempt at a quick escape as you clumsily skirt around piles of debris that appear out of the smoke and threaten to block your way. Every breath is a wheeze, lungs making it painfully clear they cannot draw in enough oxygen from the smoky atmosphere to support your chosen pace. But the mere thought of dying here in this nightmarish inferno is enough to urge you to keep moving, keep putting one foot in front of the other, even as it simultaneously creates a tight, anxious knot in your stomach.
Another explosion detonates behind you. The ground quakes and groans, cracks appearing at an alarming rate as if the planet itself is being torn apart by the chaos. Your foot catches on one of the rifts, eliciting a cry of shock to tear itself out of your throat when you’re unable to reclaim your balance and plummet forward.
Except it’s not the ground that rises up to meet you. 
No. 
It’s a body. 
A dead body, to be precise. Burnt to a blackened crisp, as if the person had been dropped directly into a sun. Their skeletal features are frozen in an expression of torture, mouth gaping wide in a silent scream. The stench of their seared flesh overwhelms your nostrils and ingrains itself in your brain, ensuring you’ll never forget the horrific smell for the rest of your lifetime.
Whimpering, you scramble backwards, curling your legs tight against your heaving chest. You look around, bile rising in your throat when you glimpse through the sea of smoke more charred corpses surrounding you. It’s as if you’ve stumbled upon a mass grave, and again the thought crosses your mind: what the kriff is going on?
You stand up, not wanting to linger another second in their presence, and continue moving forward, each footstep slow and careful as you maneuver around the bodies. The smoke is marginally thinner the further away you move from the fiery blasts, just enough for you to make out the faint outlines of collapsed buildings on either side of you, homes of families destroyed for reasons you don’t understand. Gut instinct keeps insisting that everything you’re seeing is wrong, that none of this destruction and carnage should have ever happened. 
Again, you attempt to string together your memories, forcing your brain to comply despite the pounding ache it produces in your temples. Honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if you had a concussion. 
Details slowly start coming to mind, little and meaningless by themselves, but when put together form a grander picture. You came here to visit your best friend. ‘Here’ being a Mid-Rim planet with a ridiculously long and multisyllabic name you couldn’t pronounce then, and your poor head certainly can’t identify now. The transport flight had been long and you’d arrived later than anticipated, verging on late afternoon when you’d stepped off the craft. 
On your way to your friend’s house, the sun had abruptly gone dark. Everyone had stopped to look to the sky, yourself included. A light cruiser, kite-shaped and unmistakable, hovered directly overhead. Its presence was ominous, evoking the crowd of civilian spectators to murmur amongst themselves. 
Then its weapons unleashed a storm of hellfire.
Oh, Maker. How could you have ever forgotten the screams?
You’re pulled out of your dismal thoughts by the appearance of a dark shape ahead of you, its outline standing out as noticeably different than the surrounding rubble. Gradually, your brain starts to distinguish human features: a head, broad shoulders and limbs. 
It also occurs to you that they’re coming straight at you.
Before you can decide whether to flee or fight or do anything remotely conducive to increasing your odds of survival, the human-shaped blur barrels straight into you, hitting you with such force you instinctively grip onto their coat, just above their wrists, to keep from falling backwards. The feather-light grazing of the edge of your palm against their skin elicits a buzz of shocking warmth, as if you’ve touched a live wire instead of flesh.
It’s you, the thought pops into your head unprompted, like a fact you’ve always known since you were born. The feeling is breathtaking and electric, a lightning bolt striking the center of your heart. Every cell in your body is radiating exuberance and cheering: it’s you, it’s you, it’s you! The one I’ve been waiting for!
You’re pushed sideways, a small cry of surprise escaping your lips.
“Get out of my way.” It’s a masculine voice, sharp with impatience yet it wraps itself around your heart all the same. He doesn’t spare you a second glance as he continues heading in the direction you’ve been coming from.
“Wait,” you protest, because it’s not supposed to be like this. You’ve started shaking, from adrenaline or the shock of his dismissal, you’re not sure. 
The man pauses, keeping his back facing you. His dark clothes are conspicuously clean, and you can’t help comparing them to your own which are sooty and torn in places. For the second time, your gut instinct is telling you something is wrong, but this time you ignore it in favor of listening to the screaming of your heart urging you to never let this man out of your sight.
“We’re soulmates,” you say, desperate for him to stay.
His fingers curl into fists, the only forewarning you have before he snaps your heart in half as he mutters, “You could never be my soulmate.”
And then you’re watching as he disappears into the smoke, not once looking back to gauge the aftermath of his rejection. You had always been a hopeless romantic, dreaming that you and your soulmate would meet and live a long, happy life together until Death came to reap your souls. In less than thirty seconds, your soulmate had just cruelly crushed those dreams without either of you exchanging names or seeing each other’s faces.
Maybe you should have tried harder, or held onto him tighter. Maybe then you wouldn't be feeling this gaping hole in your chest where your heart used to beat.
Acting on impulse, you start running after him. If you can just have a second chance to make a better impression, maybe you can change his mind. Maybe you can convince him to accept you as his soulmate, agree to take your hand and never let go. And maybe, just maybe, he’ll fall in love with you, deeply and profoundly, just like every soulmate pairing you’ve heard about.
 With a head full of maybes, you don’t even hear the bomb drop.
It hits the ground with a resounding thud, and then your world is an explosion of red and orange heat, consuming you whole without leaving behind any evidence you’d ever existed at all. Your vision shifts and blurs, memories of your lifetime flashing by too quickly to recognize each one, but through it all you hear a voice, his voice, echoing those dreadful words over and over again.
You could never be my soulmate. Never. Never. Never.
~~~
You wake up with a jolt, throat raw as if you really had been inhaling smoke. You’re drenched in sweat and you push away the heavy blanket covering you before realizing it is definitely not your blanket nor are you currently in your own bed. Looking around, panic begins to prickle along your nerve endings when you fail to recognize anything familiar about your location.
You’re in someone’s home, that much is obvious from the furnishings. The ceiling overhead is made of overlapping metal and is slightly rounded, reminding you of a cave or burrow. There is a lantern hanging on a nearby hook, but the light it emanates is dim compared to the sunshine pouring in from the four small, square-shaped windows cut into the wall behind you above the bed. The view through the windows is slightly blurry, but you can make out the blue sky and what you think is a corral of some kind. 
Rubbing a hand over your face to wipe away the lingering exhaustion, you’re surprised when your hand encounters something rough covering the side of your forehead. A bandage. Strange, you must have hit your head somewhere—
The past comes back in flashes: Din confessing his feelings, touching his hand, the spark of warmth, falling unconscious on the floor.
Where is Din?
“You are awake.”
The voice is expressionless and mechanical in tone, stating the obvious. Even so, you jump, not having noticed the droid sitting in the far corner of the room during your initial survey. Its red sensors and dark colored plating would make it look menacing if not for the tray it clutches in its hands, balancing cups and a pitcher.
“I am IG-11,” the droid says as it approaches.
“IG?” you echo hoarsely, sitting up with alarm. “As in one of those assassin droids?”
“I have been reprogrammed as a nurse.” It considers you for a moment, internal mechanisms whirring, and then the tray is held out closer for you to reach. “Tea?”
Hesitantly, you pour yourself some and hold the cup with both hands as you take a sip. The tea is warm as it slides down your throat, flavorful and far more exotic than the kind you’ve tasted back home in Umbriel. 
“Where am I?” you ask after you’ve swallowed two more gulps.
“Arvala-7.”
You blink, barely familiar with the name which only intensifies your worry about Din’s absence.
“Okay, but like, where exactly on Arvala-7?” you press, gesturing around the room. “How did I even get here?”
“Your current location is a moisture farm owned and operated by Kuiil,” IG-11 says, moving away to set the tray on a nearby table, though its head remains facing your direction. “Death brought you here unconscious with an injury to your central processing unit.”
“My central…” you trail off, squinting. “Was that supposed to be a joke?”
“Yes. It was meant to put you at ease.”
“Right.” You nod to yourself, reaching a decision. Downing the last of your drink, you swing your legs over the side of the bed and make a move to stand. “This has been great, but I’ve really got to go find Death so—”
A wave of dizziness washes over you, forcing you to sit back down. Kriff, you think, closing your eyes until you’re certain you won’t be seeing double anymore. 
“You won’t find Death here.” A new voice, crackling with age, informs you. His words are ominous, but his tone isn’t one of malice or ill-intent. 
Turning, you see an Ugnaught approaching from the entrance of the house. He stops beside IG-11, green eyes peering at you from beneath bushy white eyebrows, but you don’t feel threatened by his nearness. 
“I am Kuiil. Death entrusted me with looking after you until his return from Nevarro,” he says, sitting down upon a stool with his arms braced upon his knees. “You must continue to rest until you are well. I have spoken.”
You press a hand to your chest, feeling a pang of hurt at Din’s decision. “He left?”
“Death is bound by creed to the universe to reap the dead. Nothing, not even his soulmate, can be put before it.”
You choke on your spit. “Soulmate? We’re not—”
“Even if he had not told me,” Kuiil interrupts, unwilling to hear your dissuading opinion when he is certain of his own. “I would have known it from how he stubbornly stayed at your side and by how loathsome he was to leave you behind. In all my years, I have not seen him behave in such a twitterpated manner.” 
“He…” Your voice wavers, torn between hopefulness and disbelief. “He really told you we’re soulmates?”
Kuiil, reaching towards the table for the pitcher of tea, pauses and slowly turns back to look at you. “You were unaware of your matched connection with Death? Did you two not touch hands as most fated pairs often do?”
Any reply you might have said falters when you look down at your hands in your lap. More specifically, your left hand. The one Din had grasped.  The one that in your past life had brushed against your soulmate minutes before you died. 
Right there in the middle of your palm, innocently gleaming like it’s always been there and therefore isn’t at all responsible for the rapid increase of your heartbeat, is a soulmate marking.
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Ethereal Encounters
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Pairing— Angel!Seokjin x Demon!reader  
Genre— Smut +18, comedy, light pining, supernatural au, angel au, demon au, time traveling (this was inspired by Good Omens by Neil Gaiman)
Warnings— oral (m and f receiving), explicit unprotected sex, death (but not really important), somewhat religious talk bc well they’re an angel and demon??
Word Count— ~6.3k
Summary— Since the early beginnings of mankind, you have been tasked with overseeing them and ensuring chaos befalls them. However, you meet an angel who has been tasked with the same duties, only obviously he’s supposed to ensure their wellbeing. How will you deal with him?
A/N— Happy Halloween everyone! This fic is part of @bangtanshadowfamily’s project Moonlight Manor. I had a blast writing this, please let me know what you guys think! Thank you so much to @dee-ehn for making such an angelic banner. 
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The story of Cain and Abel in the biblical Book of Genesis is well known by many throughout countless generations. The basic rundown is that Cain became jealous of Abel and murdered him. Tragic. However, what isn’t well known is that divine powers were involved. This was where it all started between you and him.
“How dare he. You’re the oldest son. You should have God’s favor,” you whispered into Cain’s ear.
As a high order demon, you were tasked with creating calamities for the stupid creatures that God loved oh so very much. What better way to ensure mankind would be doomed than introducing murder. Even better, the murder of ones own brother. Yes, your plan was ingenious.
“You need to gut him. Gut him like you would the animals you eat. God would have no choice but to cherish you instead,” you continued.
You started to feel the hatred swell within Cain. He sprang to his feet and grabbed his hunting knife. He marched out to the field where his brother was and struck him down. You watched all this transpire with a grin of satisfaction painted across your face.
“Oh no. It appears I’m too late,” you heard a disappointed voice behind you.
Whipping around quickly, you turn to see a defeated looking angel. He was quite handsome. He was tall, had broad shoulders, and lips that formed the perfect pout. You despised him the moment you laid eyes on him. Of course, he’s in a corporeal vessel. His true form would be too much for any mortal to see, and they would combust on the spot. Your corporeal vessel was that of a woman. You figured it would make swindling humans easier later on.
“Who the hell are you?” you snarled.
“Me? Oh, I’m the angel Seokjin. I was sent by the higher ups to oversee the progression of mankind. I was told to make sure they weren’t led astray,” the angel rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
“Interesting. I was sent by my higher ups to make sure that mankind would be led astray,” you muse, “It seems that we have quite the conflict of interests.”
“It would appear so,” the angel had his eyebrows furrowed in thought.
“Well Jin--”
“That’s not my name. It’s Seokjin--”
“I don’t care. That’s too long.”
“Too long? It’s two syllables!”
“Who has that kind of time, Jin? Not me. Anywho, my work here is done. Since this place is under both of our jurisdictions, maybe I’ll see you around sometime,” you gave the angel a wink before vanishing from the scene.
That was your first of many encounters with the angel Seokjin.
                                                        200 CE
The crowd roared with fervor as the gladiators fought to the death. You were one of the happy spectators watching a man get pummeled to death with the butt of a sword. As the man’s skull was caving in, you heard someone sigh beside you.
“There’s no need to be that cruel. He should cut off the poor fellow’s head and just end it already,” you heard a man say.
“That wouldn’t please this crowd at all. They’re all here because they want to see a spectacle. Chopping someone’s head off at the beginning of the fight would be sooo boring,” you turn to the disgruntled man, “I mean, you gotta pay to watch so--oh my god it’s you.”
The angel beside you was just as radiant as on the first day you met him. Even dressed in Roman apparel, you could tell there was something otherworldly about him. The angel returned the same shock as his eyes grew wide when they landed on you.
“You! You’re the one who started the downfall of man!” he accused.
“Well actually it was the snake that tempted Eve. I wish I could take credit for that. What have you been up to? Jin right?” you greet him as if he were an old friend, slinging your arm around him.
“Wrong. My name is Seokjin. I’ve been overseeing mankind. As I was instructed to,” Seokjin answered while trying to wiggle out of your grasp, “But it seems like no matter what I do, humans always resort to violence. You must be very good at your job.”
“They’re all shitbags like that. It makes my job so easy! I don’t even have to lift a finger,” you brag.
“There are some humans who have nothing but love and compassion for other living creatures--”
“Gross,” you interject.
“--so my faith in humanity is not lost. I think I’ve begun to realize why Father is so fond of them,” Seokjin rations.
“What’s your reasoning?” you inquire.
“Humans like to resort to violence quite often, like you said. But they also like to love and cherish those important to them. I think the free will that they have makes them remarkable,” Seokjin is lost in his own thoughts.
“An angel who has his own opinions? Dangerous territory buddy,” you laugh.
“Oh? Why is that dangerous?” Seokjin’s face contorted in confusion.
“Nevermind. Forget what I said. See ya around, Jin,” you’re about to disappear before Jin called out to you.
“Wait! You know my name, but I don’t know yours. That hasn’t been sitting well with me for the past couple centuries,” Seokjin shyly confessed.
“Aw, you’ve been thinking of me for centuries? What a sweetheart. I’m ___, Mother of Murder, Enslaver of Mankind, and Tamer of Dragons,” you bow.
“Tamer of Dragons? I’ve never seen one,” Seokjin tilted his head.
“Probably because they’re not real and I was messing with you. The other titles are real though. I’m kind of a bigshot downstairs. That’s why they keep me up here. See ya around, angel,” you vanish out of sight.
“___. She doesn’t really seem like the demons I’ve been told about,” Seokjin pondered.
You had a couple more run ins with the angel Seokjin, but unfortunately they were all in passing. The two of you would catch a fleeting glimpse of the other before one of you would vanish. Your time on Earth was starting to bore you. Up until you decided to wreck some havoc.
                                                       1350 CE
The black plague, also known as the Black Death, was sweeping across Europe. It had already taken millions of lives, and still had more to go. This catastrophic pandemic was beyond devastating. And you couldn’t be happier. Cart after cart rolled through towns and villages, each one filled with the bodies of the deceased or nearly deceased. The screams of those in agony was music to your ears. You skipped cheerfully along the streets. You couldn’t be more pleased with yourself. After all, the Black Death was your brainchild.
“___!” you stop in your tracks.
“Jin? Jin! How lovely to see you,” you greet him with a warm smile. You started to grow fond of him through the years. His curiosity and sincerity always amused you.
“It’s Seokjin, not Jin. I’m honestly quite worried,” Seokjin sighed.
“About? The humans?” you peer up at him.
“Yes. This plague has gotten out of hand. Sure, humans get sick and die all the time. They’re frightfully delicate. But this? Millions upon millions dead? This must be the work of some...some sort of demon!” Seokjin exclaims before calming himself, “I apologize for my outburst. This whole situation is just too worrisome.”
“You’re right. You must be a sleuth or something,” you say nonchalantly.
“What? Right about what?” Seokjin’s eyes widen.
“This IS the work of a demon. Me! This is all my doing! Pretty impressive no?” the horrified look on Seokjin’s face encouraged you to continue, “So get this. I was bored outta my mind one day, right? Then I started thinking about all the organisms on this planet. From tall to small. Then I realized that bugs are completely on the bottom of the food chain. Very unfair, wouldn’t you say?”
“I suppose so, but God intended--”
“Sure sure whatever. I took it upon myself to give bugs a little advantage. Specifically, fleas. I experimented for a bit then settled on giving some of them the ability to infect their prey! Truth be told, I had no idea that the rats they sucked on would become feral. I just thought they’d get sick and die a horrible death or something. Who would’ve thought they’d go around biting humans? Am I the best or am I the best?” you wiggled your eyebrows at Seokjin, who was still staring at you with horror.
“You caused all of this, ___? And it was all an accident?” Seokjin was trying to process what you told him.
“Yeah basically. All because I wanted to make the playing field a little more fair for fleas,” you nodded.
“That’s funny,” Seokjin said curtly.
“Oh yeah? What amuses you so, my angel?” you ask playfully.
“You wanted to help fleas. Fleas. Some would say it was an act of compassion,” Seokjin grins.
“What? No! No, I was just bored. I thought it would be something I could occupy myself with. Don’t look too deep into it, Jin,” you turn away, in hopes of hiding your flushed cheeks.
“Sure sure. Whatever you say, ___. At least you’re probably getting high praises in Hell,” he pats your head fondly.
“Shut up, angel,” you say before vanishing. You couldn’t take the embarrassment any longer. Compassion? From you? No way in Heaven. And what was that? Jin patting your head like you’re some sort of friends? Even though he was growing on you like a tumor, you hadn’t considered him a friend before. Well. Maybe you had. You just didn’t want to admit it. Life can get pretty lonely on Earth for an immortal being. At least you guys have that in common.
In an attempt to befriend Seokjin, you searched for him. Up until now, it has always been him sneaking up on you. You found him in a small village that had just about been completely wiped out by the Black Death.
“Hey angel,” you pipe up, causing him to jump.
“Ah! ___! Hello, you scared me. What can I do for you?” Seokjin smiled, his cheeks bunching up like fresh bread.
“I was wondering if you’d like to get a bite to eat? We can sneak into the nearest Royal family’s kitchen and find something good?” you ask, looking at the ground.
“Eat? We don’t have to do that though,” the angel’s signature confused face took hold.
“Yes I know that. But we’re on Earth now and until the end of time. Or until we get called back. Might as well indulge in Earthly pleasures right?” you try to reason. Your pride would be hurt if he declined.
“Indulge? Isn’t that sinful?” Seokjin said apprehensively.
“I didn’t realize a loaf of bread was sinful. I’ll be right back, just gotta drag yeast into Hell,” you mock. To your surprise, Seokjin laughed. As corny as it is, his laugh sounded like a mixture of bells and a choir of angels. It was truly euphoric.
“To be quite honest, food is one of my favorite things on Earth. I’m fond of desserts in particular. Hearing you suggest eating made me reconsider if it’s a sin or not. But you’re right. A bite of food won’t hurt anyone!” Seokjin concluded gleefully.
That was the start to the tradition of eating together after every encounter.
                                                        1943 CE
Although technically mortal enemies, you both enjoyed the companionship now and again. Hearing about each other’s lives never got boring. Seokjin himself was somewhat of an enigma to you. He was childlike in the sense that he was curious about everything, and loved learning about new things. He was also simultaneously serious about everything. Any time he tried to make a joke, it was always lost on you. You soon learned to fake a laugh for him because...because you kind of liked the way his eyes lit up when he was pleased with himself. He always found you entertaining. He admired your confidence. You were the epitome of devious, but even so, Seokjin believed that there was some good in you. You in turn believed there must be some bad in him. At least enough that allowed him to continuously hangout with a demon.
You sat alone in a German cafe, gazing out the window on a gloomy day. You listened intently to the conversation behind you. Nazi soldiers were discussing the satisfying feeling that accompanied terrorizing those who didn’t belong in Hitler’s utopia. You scoffed as you bit into your streusel coffee cake.
“Mind if I sit here?” a familiar voice asked.
“Jin, my darling angel friend, of course you can sit there. I wouldn’t dare let anyone else sit with me,” you smile mischievously.
“It’s Seokjin. Not Jin. Why must we go over this every time?” Seokjin sighed.
“I think the nickname puts us on friendlier terms,” you devour what’s left of your cake, “Oh sorry, did you want some of that?”
“Should an angel and a demon be on friendly terms? And no thank you. Actually, I brought you a little surprise,” Seokjin makes a small decadent box appear from thin air, “These are your favorites, if I recall correctly.”
Your eyes grew wide as you received the box, “Is this…? JIN!!! I haven’t had these in ages!” you cheer gleefully as you open the top.
A familiar sight of perfectly baked macarons laid gracefully within. All your favorite flavors were there: coffee, chocolate, lemon, and other delectable flavors. You breathe in the sweet scent of the goods before choosing your first target. You sway happily as you take the first bite.
“Gift giving is definitely something that friends do,” you say with your mouth still full, “Would you like some?” you offer the other half of the coffee macaron.
“Then I suppose we are friends, ___. I’m happy I ran into you. There’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about,” Jin takes the other half of the macaron, “World War I was atrocious enough. But now all of this World War II business is even more despicable. I was wondering if you had an idea about when this will end. It has been breaking my heart to see all of this horror unfold.”
“So the macarons were a peace offering for information?” your eyes narrowed, chocolate macaron in hand.
“I was in the little French village that made your favorites and thought it would be nice to bring you some. Talking about World War II was actually an afterthought,” Seokjin said. That made you chuckle. Jin was being honest; he’s incapable of lying. If he ever tried, it would never work on you because he was god awful at it.
“I’ll believe you for now, angel. To be honest, the humans did this themselves. I was sightseeing in Mongolia when Germany invaded Poland. I knew that Hitler guy was no good-- I specialize in that-- but he’s damn near as evil as a certified demon. I can’t take credit for any of this. I like creating chaos. It’s what I do. But I find this highly organized genocide distasteful,” you admit.
“A demon finding genocide distasteful? Amusing. See? There must be some goodness left in you. I guess you don’t know when this will end then?” Seokjin asks.
“Not a clue. And don’t you ever say that I have goodness. That’s bullshit. I’m the baddest of the bad. Don’t forget that,” you sneer.
“There’s no need to get hostile, my friend. I should get going. I’ve been trying to help the victims in any way that I can. Needless to say, it has been very busy for the past few years. This was a nice little break. It’s always a pleasure to see you,” Seokjin smiles and bows respectfully before disappearing out of sight.
“The pleasure is all mine, my darling angel,” you say quietly to the empty space before you.  
                                                     Present Day
“That girl over there looks rather ravishing, doesn’t she? It’s a shame that she’s here instead of your girlfriend. Unless…,” you pour thoughts of infidelity in a random guy’s mind.
You sensed that he was nervous the entire night, and after observing him for a bit, you finally realized why. This man was out clubbing with his friends in celebration of someone’s birthday. His girlfriend isn’t one for going out (or having any sort of fun, from what you can gather in his mind) and he’s been eyeing this one gal the entire night. He was on the fence about whether or not to make a move. Luckily for him, you were in the vicinity that night. The alcohol pumping through his veins made him even more susceptible to your persuasions. You only spoke those few words to him before he made his way over to the girl, who immediately proceeded to grind on him.
“Infidelity huh?” a familiar voice said.
“It’s the easiest sin for men to commit. Women are too tempting for those who can’t control their lust. And by that, I mean probably 99% of all male humans,” you shrug, “It’s my duty to lead humans astray, remember?”
“Of course, how could I forget?,” Seokjin chuckled, “It’s amusing to me that the one who caused the Black Death is now sitting in a dingy nightclub telling intoxicated men to cheat on their significant other.”
“Would you rather me tell him to murder her? Would that please you, Jin?” you raise an eyebrow threateningly.
“Oh dear heavens, no. Please don’t do that. But if you were to do that, I can always intervene and protect the poor girl. And please. It’s Seokjin, not Jin,” the angel pouted. You loved his pout, it made his supple lips look even more delectable. Wait. What are you thinking?  
The two of you sat in a booth inside the dimly lit nightclub. After ordering multiple rounds of drinks, Seokjin finally felt loose enough to strike up a conversation. You had been too lost in your thoughts regarding how you felt about your angelic companion to talk.
“How have you been, ___?” Seokjin asked.
“Same as ever. Chillin out, traveling, creating mischief wherever I go. My favorite thing to do nowadays is to fuck up cell phone receptions in really popular areas. The animosity goes through the roof!” you explain.
“Sounds...exciting,” Seokjin takes another sip.
“What about you, angel cakes?” you gaze at him fondly.
“My flower shop has been coming along beautifully! I mean, I want to keep all of the flowers for myself but I guess part of running a business is selling your goods. You should come by and see it. I even have some nightshade. I thought of you when I acquired it,” Seokjin smiled.
“Stop, you’ll make me blush. I’ll come and visit your shop soon,” you finish your drink, “It kinda sucks though,”
“The drink? We can order another--”
“Not that. I’m living the best life I could possibly ask for. The world is literally my playground. But I’m kinda bored. I’ve plunged from the Mother of Murder to inciting infidelity just for the drama. I feel like I’m burnt out,” you pout, sinking into the booth.
“Maybe finding a hobby could help? I like plants, so now I collect and sometimes sell them. What do you like? Come to think of it, I don’t think I really know much about you at all,” Seokjin realizes.
“I’m hurt. We’ve been friends for what? About 6000 years?” you dramatically grasped your chest.
“Friends? You consider me a friend?”
“Are we not?” you retorted.
“I suppose we are. What an unlikely friendship. And one that our bosses will never know about,” Seokjin grins, “Can I ask you something? As a friend?”
“Sure thing. Jin, my best friend in the whole wide world, what do you want?” you bat your eyes at him.
“How did you fall from Grace?”
Hearing the question sobered you up immediately. You never thought Jin would care about you enough to ask such a personal inquiry. It’s akin to asking someone ‘hey, what’s the most traumatic thing that ever happened to you?’ out of the blue. You were staring at your empty cup when Jin spoke up.
“I’m sorry if I crossed a line. I’ve just been so curious--”
“It’s fine. I was just shocked that you wanted to know me on a more personal level,” you laugh nervously.
“Why wouldn’t I? We’re friends,” Seokjin said seriously.
You take a deep breath before answering, “I was curious. Just like you. I didn’t understand why God was so obsessed with the stupid little humans. They were so vile, so vulgar. Even if they knew right from wrong, they sometimes willingly chose what was wrong. I was confounded. Apparently asking questions is the same as undermining His authority. They thought I was going to grow my own free will. An angel who can think for themselves is a threat. And so, down I went. It was a pretty long fall actually. The landing was pretty unpleasant,” you try to lighten up the story.
“I’m sorry, ___,” Jin took a hold of your hands, “At least you still have the wings of an angel.”
“Yeah but they’re all black and tattered now. Yours are still beautiful and pristine.”
“I think your wings are beautiful too,” Seokjin said softly. You realized he was still holding your hands. You slowly retreat from his grasp. You don’t know how to handle the praise coming from the angel.
“Thanks, my darling angel. Anyway. This place is getting kinda boring. You wanna get dessert?” you suggest.
“You know me so well!” Seokjin agreed.
You found yourselves in a nearby gelato shop. You treat yourself to a coffee gelato, while Jin got chocolate gelato. The pair of you opt to sit outside and soak in the city life.
“I thought you didn’t like chocolate? I remember you turning your nose up to the best chocolate I’ve had in my life when we were in Switzerland,” you noticed his chocolate gelato.
“I like the chocolate flavor, but I don’t like chocolate,” Jin said casually, “I love strawberries, but I don’t like strawberry flavored things.”
“You’re so strange,” you let out a laugh. Jin laughed with you, his stoic image started to fade away. Afterward, you both sat comfortably in silence. Being in each other’s company was satisfying. It helped ease the loneliness that you refused to admit you had. Pondering your loneliness alongside your friend had your thoughts drifting to an interesting concept.
“Do you remember that time we decided to indulge in Earthly pleasures for the first time all those years ago? That decision was probably the best I’ve ever made. I love food,” you break the silence.
“I do remember that. I think I’m obliged to say that doing the Lord’s work was the best decision I’ve ever made. But I guess I didn’t really have a choice,” his voice trailed off, “Besides that, eating food with you was probably my best decision too,” Jin smiled, revealing his bread cheeks.
“What if we indulge in a different Earthly pleasure tonight?” you suggest calmly, licking at your gelato.
“Other than food? What do you mean?” Seokjin’s eyes widened with curiosity.
“Haven’t you wondered why lust is such a strong motivating factor for humans?”
“I believe they reproduce for the survival of their species--”
“That’s not what I mean, you silly little angel. I’ve heard from several succubi that they really enjoy sex and--”
“Lust is a sin, ___. It’s literally one of the seven deadly sins,” Seokjin interrupted sternly.
“I said that humans are driven by lust. If we hypothetically partake in this, it would be for research reasons only. Wouldn’t you be of better service to mankind if you could understand them better?” you reason.
Frankly, you don’t give a damn about mankind. Never have and never will. The thought of getting intimate with the angel Seokjin has sparked an excitement in you that you hadn’t felt in ages. Persuasion is your forte, and you’re sure as hell gonna do your best to win him over. Seokjin was silent as he pondered over your proposal. His face was unreadable.
“I’ll admit I have been curious about it. I don’t understand why humans crave it so much,” Seokjin admitted. A smile slowly formed on your face.
“Does that mean you’ll indulge with me? Just as you did when we ate together all those moons ago?” you take his hands in yours.
“Fine, ___. I’ll indulge with you. But purely for research purposes,” Seokjin said firmly.
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This city had been your dwelling place for the past couple of years so you had your own place. You giddily led the angel to your apartment. You had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity. Seduction wasn’t part of your job, so you never partook in such activities. It was mischief alone that was your specialty.
When you finally arrived at your apartment, you instructed Jin to wait outside for a couple of minutes while you tidied up the place. With a snap of your fingers, your humble abode was free of any trash and not a speck of dust was to be found. After wondering about what would help set “the mood”, you decided on lighting candles. You figured the dim lighting would help create a sensual atmosphere. The final touch was slipping into promiscuous black lingerie. You had a complete set: stockings, garter, corset, and a bra. You twirled in front of a mirror and was satisfied with the look. You felt like the epitome of a seductress. You made your way to the front door and swung it open, striking a seductive pose. You nearly burst out into a fit of laughter when you saw Jin’s eyes wide with shock and mouth agape.
“You...you look...nice,” Jin stuttered.
“Come on in, my darling angel,” you waved a single finger at him.
Seokjin timidly stepped inside. You took his hand and led him to your bedroom; the walkway was lined with candles. You closed the bedroom door behind Jin as you heard him gulp nervously.
“You scared, Jin?” you teased. Jin couldn’t make eye contact with you. You could barely see his faint blush in the dim lighting.
“No. Maybe a bit nervous. I thought we would just get down to it,” Jin let out an annoyed sigh before finally making eye contact, “And it’s Seokjin. Not Jin.”
“Go straight to fucking? Without foreplay? Aw you really are such a little angel, aren’t you? You sweet sweet vanilla baby boy,” with each word you crept closer to him, eventually wrapping your arms around his neck. He smelled like a mixture of warm honey and wildflowers. His scent was intoxicating. You couldn’t resist any longer as you planted a gentle kiss on his neck, causing him to groan lightly.
“Oh? You like that?” you whispered sweetly.
“I never realized our corporeal bodies were so sensitive,” Jin replied quietly.
“You’re still so tense, angel,” you observed as you massaged his broad shoulders, “I can help you unwind. Part of the fun of sex is indulging in the pleasure, so I’ve heard,” you say as you guide Jin to the bed.
“Let’s make some things clear,” you say as you straddle Jin, “Firstly, you can touch me. I don’t wanna be doing all the work. Secondly, don’t be afraid to act on any urges. I can assure you I can handle whatever you wanna do. Lastly, do you trust me?” you ask. Jin blinked blankly.
“Generally, I’m pretty sure a demon is never to be trusted. But since it’s you, I guess I’ll make an exception. I trust you, ___,” Jin said sincerely.
“I’m touched,” you smile, “Now take off your shirt and pants,” you demand, climbing off of him. Jin complied. Left in only his underwear, he sat on the bed awaiting your next instructions. You soaked in the sight of him. He was fit; his physique had your mouth watering.
“Perfect,” you say, seductively crawling back on top of him.
You lock eyes as you straddle his hips. You lean in slowly, eyes wandering to his plush lips. Jin does the same, leaning towards you ever so slightly. Your lips met gently. After relishing the tender moment, you kiss him more intensely. To your surprise, Jin met you with the same intensity. His hands started to wander as well. Starting with a firm grip on your ass, his hands traveled slowly up to your breasts.
“I don’t think I can fully appreciate you with all this on,” Jin breathed heavily after he broke from the kiss.
“What a cheeky angel. Be patient, love,” you notice a change in Jin’s eyes. There was an intense gaze of lust pouring from his dark brown eyes. It turned you on.
You laid him down and whispered, “Now the fun can begin.”
A blindfold manifested out of thin air and into your hand. Jin looked at the object curiously. He didn’t protest when you wrapped it over his eyes. You smiled at the fact that he truly did trust you.
You kissed him again. You couldn’t get enough of his velvety soft lips. You dared to slip your tongue in his mouth delicately. Seokjin pulled you closer to him as he reciprocated with more aggression. His boldness caused you to let out a small moan.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Seokjin stopped immediately after he heard you. His genuine concern caused you to chuckle.
“I don’t think you’re capable of hurting me, sweet boy. Keep doing what you’re doing,” you say before going back for another kiss.
You reluctantly pull away from Jin’s sweet lips, gently placing wet kisses down his neck and along his chest. You kitten lick one of his nipples as you pinch and twist the other. Jin seemed to enjoy this as his breathing became uneven and he let out tiny moans.
You travel further down to position yourself between his thighs. His erection was obstructed by his underwear. You tug it off, allowing it to free itself. The length was impressive, and his girth was just as satisfying.
You slowly started pumping your hand along his shaft. As soon as you held him, Jin shuddered. You were amused by how sensitive he was. You gave his tip a few kitten licks as you hand was still slowly dragging along his cock. This caused Jin to shift underneath you, and his soft moans were getting louder. You stopped teasing him as you took his entire length in your mouth. Being a divine being gave you small perks such as not having a gag reflex. You sloppily bobbed your head up and down his cock, listening to his sweet groans of pleasure. Hands soon grip your hair, and now Jin was guiding your rhythm.
“Ahh ___... I think I’m gonna...my body feels weird,” Jin muttered between groans.
Without warning, Jin released his load into your mouth. You were surprised by the sudden outburst and pulled away too late. What didn’t land in your mouth splattered all over your chest.
“Huh. So angels can ejaculate. Wild,” you say, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, “You don’t taste half bad, angel. But you did get my lingerie messy,” you tsked.
“I think I’m starting to understand why humans enjoy this so much. Sorry about your clothes, I guess you have to take them off now,” Jin proposed.
“I suppose you’re right,” you chuckle. With a snap of your fingers, the lingerie magically vanishes.
“I wanna feel what you felt,” you whined.
“Do you want me to fuck you now?” Jin asked.
“What else would you do?” you teased.
“You could sit on my face and I can reciprocate the oral sex,” Jin offered.
His straightforward way of talking never ceased to amaze you. It was no surprise that he would talk this way even in the bedroom. You grinned as you positioned your thighs on each side of his head.
“You sure about this?” you ask.
“Sit on my face, ___,” Jin said impatiently.
You slowly lowered yourself onto Jin’s face. You carefully made sure you that the lips lined up. You rested your intimate part gently on Jin’s lips. You shuddered with delight as he licked a long gentle strip along your pussy. Jin began to explore you with his tongue.
“You’re still too far away,” he grunts as he places his hands on your hips and roughly pulls you closely to him.
His nose was buried in your pussy at this point. He darted his tongue in and out of you, causing you to gasp. He brought his hand around to play with a nub located above your opening. Somehow, he figured out that this little nub was extremely sensitive, as you nearly doubled over when he applied pressure on it. You could faintly hear a low chuckle under you as the pressure on your clit increased. Jin’s thumb ferociously played with your clit as his tongue flicked inside you. Your legs began to shake and your moans got louder and more drawn out.
“Jin! Fuck that feels amazing. Don’t stop. My body is starting to feel weird too,” you cry out.
Soon enough, a wave of euphoria coursed throughout your body as you released your juices all over his face. You fell beside him, chest heaving.
“How was that?” Jin asked, licking around his mouth, “You don’t taste too bad yourself, Mother of Murder.”
“You flatter me, angel. You didn’t correct me when I said Jin!” you observed, taking off his blindfold.
“I actually thought it was pleasant. Hearing you moan out my nickname like that spurred me on for some reason,” Jin sighed.
“Oh so you like when I moan out your name? You’re such a naughty angel,” you jokingly admonish, “We still haven’t gotten to the finale yet.”
“Do you want me to fuck you now?” Jin asked.
“Yes, my darling angel. I want you to fuck me now,” you say curtly, “How do you want to take my virginity?” you bat your eyes innocently at him, spreading your legs out.
“Like this would be fine. I think I’d enjoy seeing your face,” Jin leaned down for a passionate kiss, complete with tasteful tongue usage.  
Breaking the kiss, he aligned himself with your entrance. He gazed at you tenderly before you nodded at him, signaling for him to proceed. He slowly slipped inside, and you relished every inch of him. The new sensation of the stretch was a bit painful at first, but it soon was replaced with a foreign bliss. You let out a low moan when he finally bottomed out. Eyes fixated on each other, Jin wordlessly began to thrust in and out of you. The bliss was enjoyable, but you craved more. Jin was going too slowly for your taste (even though it was an impressive pace already by human standards).
“Faster. Harder. Fuck me harder, Jin,” you pleaded, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood.
Jin complied, now thrusting with more force at a faster rate. Jin was having a hard time controlling himself, as his grunts started to mix with your moans. You clawed at his back, leaving red streaks across it. Jin suddenly hoisted one of your legs over his shoulder, allowing him to plunge deeper. You let out a high pitched squeal at the sudden switch up. You began to feel a familiar tingle in your lower region.
“Jin, I’m close,” you panted.
“Me too, my darling demon. Let’s finish together, shall we?” Jin replied, sweat dripping from his brow.
It only took a couple more thrusts before you both reached your limits. You felt Jin’s hot cum fill you up as he let out a final groan. You could barely hear him over your own lewd cry as your orgasm hit you hard. As your juices mixed, Jin collapsed on top of you. You wrapped your arms around him and held him tenderly against your chest. You laid together in silence for a while with synchronized breathing before Jin broke the silence.
“Do you think I’ll fall from Grace now? I indulged in the sin of lust. I don’t think the guys upstairs will understand that it was for research purposes,” Jin sounded worried.
“Do you regret it?” you asked quietly.
“Oddly enough, no. It was fun. I’m just worried because I’ve been an angel since the beginning of time. I don’t know how I’ll be anything else,” Jin admitted.
“Have your superiors ever checked up on you since they plopped you onto Earth?”
“Only once, close to the beginning. I never realized that they never check up on me. Does this mean they won’t find out?” Jin’s voice started to pick up.
“I won’t tell your superiors if you don’t tell mine! Although, I don’t think mine would care that much,” you laugh, hugging Jin closer to you.
“Deal. Wow, I really just made a deal with a devil huh?” Jin laughed at his own joke. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and kiss him on the forehead.
“You know...we don’t have to part ways just yet. Stay the night. Let’s snuggle together and pretend we’re humans in love,” you whisper to him.
“Sure, I’ll stay the night. You don’t have to be human to know what love is, you know?” Jin crept up to kiss you gently.
“Shut up, angel. No more mushy talk. Just cuddle me and so I can fall asleep faster,” you snapped.
You switch positions so that you could nuzzle yourself into Jin’s chest. You both fell asleep in each other’s embrace, in each other’s arms and wings. You’ve never felt more at peace than this moment, in which you and Jin were entangled in each other’s wings. Neither of you noticed it, but your wings got a little lighter that night. Neither of your noticed, but Jin’s wings got a little darker that night.
Published October 31, 2020. No editing, copying, translating, or reposting allowed. All Rights Reserved © 2020 Baepsaesbae.
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limerental · 3 years ago
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My first Geraskefer Wolfbarge bingo @geraskeferbingo is my 69th fic posted on ao3 and thus harkens back to my very first fic posted on ao3 back in 2017, the fic I made my ao3 to post.... a loki omo/piss fic. Therefore, this fic contains similar.... thematic elements. There's pee.
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for waters shall burst forth
pairing: Yennefer/Jaskier
rating: E
content warning for omorashi (desperation to pee and wetting) featuring the usual bodily fluids, plus a handjob and inappropriate arousal.
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"Right. So," said Jaskier, wiggling more earnestly in the cramped space. "This isn't wholly my fault."
"You wandered off to relieve yourself despite strict instructions not to, activated a mechanism that opened a trapdoor, and confined you and I together in uncomfortably close quarters in a cell lined with dimeritium," said Yennefer. "By what metric is this not your fault?"
It had been Yennefer's hope that Geralt's bard would be left behind while she and the Witcher infiltrated the abandoned, wraith-infested stronghold once occupied by a powerful mage of ill repute. No such luck. The colorful irritation of a man had tagged along, griping about the stench and the dark and the mold spores he was surely inhaling all the while, and before Yennefer knew it, they were trapped together in a narrow space with nothing but blank stone wall at their backs. No doubt there was another mechanism to open the trap somewhere, and Geralt had called out that he would find it, leaving leaving alone.
"And," said Jaskier with increasing plaintiveness, "I still really have to pee."
"You're insufferable," said Yennefer. 
"No, I don't feel that you understand the ah-- gravity of the situation," said Jaskier. "Or rather that gravity is acting rather urgently on my--"
"That's enough of that."
"See, welll, that's the thing. Soon er-- I'm afraid that sooner rather than later, nothing will be enough to-- um." The little bastard squirmed in exaggerated discomfort.
"Just hold it, bard. Are you an infant?"
"I'm a very well-hydrated individual! I'm trying. " Whined Jaskier. "Trust me, I would really rather literally be doing anything else in the entire universe than… well than.."
"Than wetting yourself."
"In front of Yennefer of Vengerberg of all people," he squeaked. "No offense."
"Offense taken."
"I mean you're so--" He gestured. "And I'm--" Another gesture. 
"Weren't you mant to be a man of words?"
"I'm a little distracted! Oh, but it hurts."
To her horror, tears began to escape from.the corners of his eyes. He gritted his teeth as they spilled down his bright-red cheeks and wobbled at his jaw. 
He was terrified, she realized. The narrow chamber they were trapped in suppressed her ability to read his mind, but the bard's frayed mental state appeared clearly on his face and the lines of his body. Terrified and deeply humiliated.
And truly about to wet himself.
In close quarters.
He squirmed, flushed pink and whimpering, and something about the sight was more pleasing than expected. Yennefer would never say anything approaching such a thing out loud but he wasn't horrible to look at as far as men went. It wasn't a hardship to watch him. And she had always taken more than the usual interest in the sight of men squirming before her, usually in more pleasant and consensual circumstances.
If she had full access to her command of Chaos, she may have considered any number of remedies to his situation. She could vanish his waters elsewhere or transfigure the bladder walls to expand more and thus alleviate the pressure. And if she was feeling particularly vindictive and cross with the bard for trapping them like this, she could not bother to relieve said pressure but command his body not to release except at her word. 
Though the latter idea sent a small thrill of arousal through her, Yennefer was not so cruel, and even so, it did not matter. She was helpless to do anything but wait for Geralt to find a way to free them. 
Yennefer did not prefer feeling helpless.
As a sorceress and a woman, base bodily functions did not hold much influence over her life. She had never understand the male desire to discuss bowel movements at length or engage in literal pissing contests. One did not live as long as she did and move in the circles that she did without encountering certain erotic proclivities surrounding bodily liquids, but she had never had any interest in sex involving more fluids than the usual, often of the mind that there should be less. 
Jaskier whimpered, interrupting her thoughts. She had no way of knowing how much time had passed or how much more would pass before they could be freed.
Yennefer felt a pang of sympathy. This was not simple inconvenience. The man was clearly in pain.
Droplets of sweat appeared on his creased brow and the meat of his palms dug into his thighs, hands opening and closing uselessly. She knew he must be resisting the urge to grab at himself like a child in front of her. Some part of Yennefer wanted to tell him that he could, that she did not mind, but another part knew it was a matter of his pride. Another, more sordid and previously unexamined part found herself darkly fascinated. Would he truly lose control and wet himself before her? It had been a very very long time ago that the thought of needing to urinate badly had last occupied her thoughts. Normally, she handled her bodies needs with magic at the slightest urge.
Seeing him struggle in increasing distress, she found herself newly grateful for forgoing that particular aspect of humanity
And that was the crux of it.
Jaskier was human. Constrained to the limits of his own body. Bound by bodily discomforts and pain and inconveniences. Worst of all, Yennefer was ordinarily above awareness of such things and now the little idiot was forcing her to confront their reality with increasing urgency.
She startled when Jaskier whined low in his throat, an involuntary noise that he promptly went pink over. He clearly was attempting to limit the shift of his hips, rubbing his palms with firmness down the length of both thighs as though that could possibly offer any relief.
"Oh, quit being noble," said Yennefer. "Will holding yourself help?"
"Holding my-- n-no!"
"No, it won't or no you're too stupid to do it?"
"I'm not going to… debase myself in front ot--"
"Oh please," said Yennefer with a roll of her eyes and pressed her hand between his legs. Another whine escaped him, and he pressed himself flat back against the stone wall of the trap. His hips shifted miserably. His penis was soft beneath her palm and the fabric of his pants, small and vulnerable. This close she could feel his body shaking.
She could not say by his whimpering and trembling whether it helped or made things worse, so she shifted her grip to more firmly encompass him, unsure how tight was too tight. Despite her reputation, she did not often put men's genitals in a stranglehold.
"Just… just like old times," Jaskier managed to squeak, and Yennefer blinked at him. "You ah--" he gestured at her hand cupping his junk "--in Rinde."
"Oh," said Yennefer, remembering. "I don't remember."
"You know, it helps if-- Well its harder to... to piss if-- if one is--" he floundered, staring dumbly where she pressed her hand against the front of his pants. Yennefer sighed.
"If you have an erection, you mean."
"Yes."
"Are you requesting that I service you with my hands?"
"N-no, I would never ask such a--" He winced and seemed to be enduring an increase in pain, his hands tightening to fists at his sides. "Yes! Yes. That's what I'm asking you. Please, Yennefer, I know you completely loathe me, but can you--"
"What's in it for me?" Yennefer asked, eyebrow cocked.
The pink flush of his cheeks and wobble of his chin, the little pants and whines he could not hold back, the shivering tension of his lean body. Control over his body's urges, holding all of him in the palm of her hand. All of it warmed her with guilty arousal. There was plenty in it for her, though the pitiful man could not be allowed to know it.
"Um, isn't it motivation enough that I don't… you know… on your hand?"
She considered this. 
"Fine."
"It might… take some effort frankly. You are very scary. Defense mechanism."
"Don't lie," says Yennefer, adjusting her hold. Already, she can feel the slight pulses of his body attempting to get hard. "That wasn't an issue in Rinde."
"You said you didn't remember."
"Mmmmhmmm."
Yennefer had not attempted something as quaint as pleasuring a man with her hands in many years. She remembered engaging in such things with Istredd. Her small glow of pride the first time he had shuddered and spent at the touch of her hand alone.
Nodding in acquiescence to the task at hand, Yennefer began to undo his laces with her free hand. To her great alarm, the idiot began to squirm more fiercely, the urge seeming to increase in a conditioned response to the imminent release signaled by the opening of his trousers. 
"Oh, Yen don't-- oh. Help."
A small bloom of wetness appeared on the light blue fabric.
Yennefer quickly made work of his lacings and shoved her hand inside his brains, gripping the bare skin in a pinching hold that felt far too merciless but seemed to offer immediate relief as Jaskier groaned. The sensitive skin beneath her fingers felt velvety soft and only a little damp.
On impulse, she swiped her thumb along the flared round of the head, and Jaskier shuddered through his whole body.
 It was a queer thing to feel the twitch and swell of the organ as his softness abated, the rabbiting heartbeat where her fingers held. She did not shift the pressure of her hold, but it grew tighter all the same as he hardened, until she was certain he must be in pain, the solid firmness of his growing erection flexing beneath the curl of her unyielding fingers.
"Does that hurt?" She asked, truly curious.
"No," said Jaskier. " Yes "
He seemed not to be able to help but buck into the tightness of her hand, now seeking pleasure as much as control. Experimentally, she lightened her grip and teased her fingers along the head of his cock, and he cried out and curled down, his forehead along against her shoulder. He breathed unsteadily in her ear.
"Oh quiet, you can hold it."
"I can't, Yennefer. I can't. I can't."
A warm trickle of wetness ran down the back of her hand. She looked down to see that a single dark streak had appeared on his powder blue shirt.
"Ah," said Yennefer and firmed her grip once more, moving in broad strokes. But that small leak seemed to have worsened the pain and effort considerably, Jaskier silent but for his ragged breaths as he curled against her. The occasional whimper and bodily clench was not quite enough to hold back fine droplets of escaping fluid. Not a flood, certainly, but enough for Yennefer to understand the desperation of the situation. The inevitability.
"Yennefer, I'm going to-- I have to--"
"Don't, you little idiot," she said, surprised by the breathless pant of her own voice. "I'll kill you if I do all of this and you still piddle on my shoes."
His orgasm seemed to catch him off guard, grunting as he spilled across her fist and his own shirt. 
"Idiot," said Yennefer. In the immediate aftermath, he groaned aloud as his softening erection but his other need to the forefront. His hands leapt to join hers at his crotch. 
"No, no, no," he whined in increasing panic, clenching his fists.
"Hands off," said Yennefer. "You'll hurt yourself."
"Yen-- since when do you-- care about--" He lost the thread of his thoughts as a longer leak of piss wet their hands. He managed to stop the flow but only just. She knew it was only a matter of moments.
"I don't," she said crossly. 
"Yen--, I-- I can't--" He quivered against her with withheld tears and bodily restraint.
"That's alright," she said, one hand soothing down the plane of his back. "It's ok."
Her words seemed to be all the permission his body needed to release in earnest, the sound of rushing liquid loud in the confined space. Yennefer dropped her hand to spare herself any more indignity and politely patted the bard's shoulder as she held herself away. Yennefer's heartbeat pounded in her ears, and she could not deny the heat of arousal between her legs.
Jaskier's body trembled, and he let out shallow groans of relief against her shoulder as he continued to wet himself. It seemed to go on and on until at last petering out, leaving the two of them in an uncomfortable silence in a trap that reeked of piss. 
The silence broke suddenly with a grind of gears and stone as the back wall of the trap fell away, dropping Jaskier backwards into an open chamber. Geralt looked down at him, grimacing.
"Again, Jaskier?" Geralt grunted, eyeing his wet clothes. 
Jaskier groaned on the ground, making no effort to stand.
"I am a very well-hydrated man, Witcher!" 
"Yeah, yeah, let's get out of here before something nasty is attracted to the stench."
Yennefer strode out of the trap with as much dignity as one could muster when she too reeked faintly of piss, endeavoring to put the whole miserable affair behind her. Unfortunately, as she watched Jaskier scramble to his feet, remembering his urgent cries beneath her hand, something told her that nothing would be that simple.
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yukipri · 4 years ago
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Marco’s Bauble Part 8 - a One Piece Mermaid AU Text Story
Another update for Tumblr!
This work goes by On the Courtship of Monkey D. Luffy on AO3, and I’ll be updating over there tonight as well!
A quick question....do people like reading the updates here on Tumblr? Or now that it’s on AO3, would people prefer to read there? And if so, would you be okay waiting for new updates until AO3 catches up? I’m a little torn because I’m not sure if people are enjoying reading on here, and it’s quite a hassle to format for Tumblr, and it’s getting a bit difficult for me to juggle updating these stories on 3 separate platforms...
ANYWAY, in this update, Thatch has some Thoughts, and there is mention of Ace x Luffy.
Continues off of, and should be read after:
👒🐟Marco’s Bauble Part 1
👒🐟Marco’s Bauble Part 2
👒🐟Marco’s Bauble Part 3
👒🐟Marco’s Bauble Part 4
👒🐟Marco’s Bauble Part 5
👒🐟Marco’s Bauble Part 6
👒🐟Marco’s Bauble Part 7
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What are her 3 sizes?
(For the wedding dress, of course.)
"The fuck! Like I'd tell you!" Thatch roars, startling the blue gull into momentarily leaping off the rail, before it circles back, landing again to peck at his  sleeve to express its displeasure. Thatch ignores it, because he's fuming.
So apparently all of his and Koala's secret debates over whether Marco intentionally proposed or not were for naught, because here's the fucking evidence. And it comes from Izo of all people, because Thatch would recognize that lopsided handwriting anywhere (the man insists that his handwriting is beautiful in his native language of Wano, but he never quite got used to writing any other way).
And well, if Izo, an unrelated third party but professional snooper knows, then Marco himself must know.
And apparently, they're already planning a wedding.
Thatch feels like an idiot. He'd been defending Marco against Koala, and the lil Revolutionary was a tough opponent, one he'd had to chase out of the kitchen with a ladle more than once when he was tired of her word games. Thatch had insisted, like a fool, that no Marco's not that kind of guy, he really isn't the type to play with people's emotions, he would never propose for a joke, nor would he do it seriously without good reason. It must all be an accident, a little misunderstanding, Marco was just ignorant like Thatch himself was!
Except, apparently he did know and it wasn't an accident, and now Thatch feels completely lost because he doesn't know what Marco's thinking at all. Marco, who's not just his his first friend on the Moby, but arguably his best friend; Marco, his brother over several decades; Marco, who Thatch thought he knew better than anyone, except perhaps Pops himself...
Thatch's also pissed, because if Marco wants to start drama after they all reunite and he's introduced to Luffy, that's one thing (not that that would be great either). But right now, they're still near the beginning of Paradise with almost half the circumference of the world to go until even the halfway point, and Marco is WAY on the other side of the Red Line. If this ship explodes in flames or whatever that batshit Revolutionary brother might do, Mister First Division Commander is completely unaffected, but there are plenty of innocents here (like hello! Thatch!) who would find that pretty devastating.
Also, Thatch was the one who passed on that gift to Luffy! Even if he didn't know what it meant at the time...doesn't that make Thatch complicit? And even if not, Marco's strongest connection here is clearly Thatch. If Marco's actions cause chaos, then the blame and responsibility to clean up the mess naturally falls upon Thatch. Which, he definitely did not sign up for.
Pops, Thatch thinks miserably, I thought I was supposed to show them they can depend on us Whitebeards, NOT that us Whitebeards will fuck shit up for them...
But more than anything, there's a shocking large part of Thatch that absolutely balks at just the idea of Luffy getting married. And it's shocking because Thatch shouldn't feel this upset.
Marco, for all the complaints Thatch wants to hurl at him at the moment, is still a really great guy. A guy who, in literally any other situation, Thatch would be the first in line to enthusiastically encourage, and also to congratulate.
And sure, Thatch knows he has a crush, and his little Seastar's carving out a larger home for herself in his heart by the day, but--Thatch admittedly has crushes a lot. Sure, this one feels different, but...Marco, to his knowledge, has never had a romantic crush. He only sometimes but very rarely even has a night out, and Thatch doesn't think he's ever held a relationship longer than three encounters. He's always so serious, so diligent, so sincerely and whole-heartedly dedicated to Pops and his family. He almost never does anything selfish for himself, and Thatch would know.
If, for whatever reason, Marco is genuinely serious about Luffy...then Thatch should, and would, step to the side, regardless of personal feelings. If this is the path Marco wants, then he deserves it, and Thatch will always be the first to say it, no matter how craptastic the circumstances. And Thatch knows that Marco would give his bride the world.
Without them even having met, Thatch doesn't doubt for a second that Marco would make Luffy happy, till the end of her days.
The fact that Thatch knows all this, yet still feels near unbearable reluctance...says more than he's willing to admit.
And so he decides to avoid thinking about the most obvious reason (his own feelings), and instead contemplates his second very compelling reason: Ace.
His littlest brother isn't so great at being honest with himself, and never has. But this, Thatch feels, isn't just a matter of denial.
The boy literally has no clue.
Oh sure, Ace knows he loves his little brother. He makes sure everyone else knows it too, both here on the Merry and back on the Moby once he opened up enough to talk to people. He's so damn proud of her, yet also concerned for her, while also trusting her with his life and more. It's clear to anyone who sees them together that he absolutely adores her.
But it's more than that, isn't it, Thatch thinks. It's in the little gestures, the way Ace raises his arm up without looking at her and she slides under it, also without needing to look at him. It's the casual way they lace their fingers together, like it's nothing, when they're snoozing out on the deck. It's the way sometimes they have unspoken conversations, just staring into each others eyes, before moving forward in synch to meet in the middle to bump their foreheads together in some secret mutual understanding.
It's the reason why Sanji, for all his extravagant flirting, knows when to shut up and return to being a normal human (and, Thatch grudgingly admits, this applies to himself too). It's why Zoro never lets his gaze linger more than two seconds longer than it needs to (but he'll always take those two seconds), why Nami always looks like she wants to sit closer but doesn't, why Koala hasn't said anything when she's probably usually a much more proactive flirter.
Everyone on their crew can see it, except the two in question.
Ace, Thatch thinks, heaving a huge sigh as he looks down at the crumpled note from Izo in his palm. Little brother, you are so fucking in love.
It might not necessarily be romantically. It's certainly not particularly sexually, if Ace's lack of reaction to Lu's aggressive physical smothering is any indication. It could very possibly be platonically.
But either way, there's no room for Sanji, nor Zoro, nor the girls, nor even Thatch himself...at least, until those two figure that out.
Until then, everyone aboard the Merry is here because they love and respect their captains. No one would dare encroach on something so special, yet so potentially immature, not yet ready to be dragged out to be recognized.
Thatch knows Ace has known Luffy for years, he practically raised her. But he was also away at sea for three years. Luffy was a child when he left; she's an adult now.
Thatch once asked him if she had changed at all since he last saw her (Ace most certainly had, according to Deuce). And Ace looked blank, then horribly confused, before saying No...but also, yeah, I guess. Thatch understands; Ace isn't used to not knowing something about Luffy. And something...something had changed.
That something might very well be the thing that needs to be figured out. And for that, Ace hasn't had much time yet, since reuniting with Luffy. Only as much time as the rest of them, in fact. And they deserve time to figure that out, and as the two captains' loving crew, the ASL pirates have an unsaid agreement to watch over them...at least until they have.
(After that, Thatch thinks grimly, it might be open game.)
But of course, there's also the question of Luffy herself, and as much as she's the heart of the ASL Pirates, she's also an enigma. Thatch, for all that he adores her and honestly wants more with her, genuinely has a hard time imagining her as anything but clueless as someone's romantic partner (he's carefully not thinking about anything sexual). It very well may be that the whole "figuring out" that she and Ace have to do...ends up being nothing. And that's fine as well.
Either way, as much as Thatch loves him, there's no way that any of them here on board the Merry will stand to let Marco shatter this delicate...whatever it is that's going on between their captains, that the rest of them are so patiently respecting. Even if it ends up continuing indefinitely.
As strained as it can feel at times, they're comfortable like this. There's the little spark of joy when Seastar gives him a little extra attention, a little burn when Sanji kisses her hand, but comfort in the stability that no one will go any further. If anything it's a nice little spice to their daily lives, just the right amount, and not enough ruin the dish so to speak. This is fine.
Except, that there's just one teeny little problem...
"What did the blue gull bring you today, Commander?"
Thatch doesn't jump, because he's not an amateur and did realize that the Revolutionary was approaching, but perhaps later than he should have. Damn the kid's good at hiding his presence, and Thatch wonders if he'd have noticed at all if Sabo was being serious.
"Just a stupid request from a stupid brother," Thatch says cheerfully as he turns around to face Sabo. The boy isn't even trying to hide his curiosity, his gaze pinned to Thatch's hand.
Thatch contemplates chucking the letter into the sea, but then he realizes he isn't sure Sabo wouldn't just dive after it, and as a devil fruit user, Thatch wouldn't be able to stop him from reading it underwater.
So he casually uncurls his fingers, watches Sabo visibly perk up--before Thatch opens a black hole in his palm, letting the crumpled paper get sucked into the void.
(Perhaps he should be using his power as more than a secure second dimension pocket expansion, but hey, so far it hasn't been so helpful in the kitchen.)
Sabo sags and sulks, rather cutely, Thatch thinks. "You coulda let me see it," he pouts, looking up at Thatch with an expression uncannily like Luffy's. Fuck.
"Collecting intel, Chief?" Thatch winks, expertly hiding his horror that for a moment, he'd actually been tempted. Little sneak.
"Perhaps." Something slightly manic enters his gaze, and alright, that's nothing like Seastar, not so cute after all...
"Nice try, but it's a personal family thing, can't really share," Thatch says, and it's not really a lie.
Sabo grunts, letting it go, before his gaze flicks to the gull, who still has a beakful of Thatch's sleeve. "It waiting for something?"
Thatch sighs. "Yeah, yeah, my response, which I should probably give..." Because, right, Thatch needs to send a message back to the Moby, even if no, he isn't going to answer Izo's idiotic question.
Which, is actually a fine excuse to extract himself from this situation.
"So, sorry, the response also is personal, hope you don't mind," Thatch nods, and Sabo easily opens the way for him--which, Thatch belatedly realizes, he'd actually been blocking. Scary, little Chief, scary...
"Sorry, didn't mean to pry." Sabo sounds genuinely apologetic, and tips his hat at Thatch as he passes by, and Thatch inwardly heaves a massive sigh of relief. "I'm working on it, but I know I can get a little...pushy, when it comes to things that involve my baby brother."
Thatch continues to walk away.
But inside...
Oh. Yikes, he thinks.
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Thatch is in the privacy of the currently empty men's sleeping room beneath the deck, and has just finished writing and giving instructions and bribes to the gull when the hatch creaks open.
"Thatch, we're in trouble," Koala announces as she stomps down the stairs, making her sneaky opening of the door rather pointless.
"I noticed," Thatch says dryly.
Koala pales. "He didn't break any of your toes, did he?!"
"What."
"Well, you're a cook, you make food Luffy likes with your hands," Koala shrugs. "Just wanted to make sure."
"What the fuck."
"I don't think he will! You're Luffy and Ace's crew, and you're a Whitebeard pirate, but..."
Thatch groans. "I already thought your Chief might be trouble, but holy shit I didn't know he was that batshit."
"He might not be!" Koala sounds defensive, but it's not particularly comforting. "He's usually reasonable, kind of, but since his memories came back..."
Thatch throws up his arms. "So, how'd he get it out of you?"
Koala flushes. "I didn't say anything!"
"Sure."
"It's not my fault that Sabo's a damn--!"
There's a loud knock, before the hatch flings open, and Ace pops his head in. "Hey Thatch! What's for snack--"
"NOT AGAIN!" Koala cries.
At the same time, Thatch shouts, "IN A SECOND!"
Either way, the hatch slams shut with a, "SORRY!"
Thatch and Koala stare at each other with their hearts beating uncomfortably rapidly.
They slowly heave a slow sigh of relief as the tension drains.
"I really need to apologize to Ace," Thatch mutters.
"I really need to work on my Observation Haki," Koala groans.
"HEY THATCH, I WANT A SNACK," Luffy shouts, and Thatch and Koala's heads whip around in horror, only to sag with relief at seeing that Luffy's not in the room, but only for a second--
--because after that second, a mermaid's crashing through the hatch, ripping it from its hinges as she slams, hatch and all, into Thatch's chest.
The room fills with dust and debris, and there are shouts outside.
Koala gingerly peers into the wreckage where Thatch is now buried in the wall, a terrified blue gull  perched on her shoulders peering alongside her, its claws digging through the fabric of her shirt.
"We're fine," Thatch coughs, peering down to make sure he'd successfully caught and shielded Luffy from damage, even as he peels himself from the wood. Luffy seems unharmed, though her eyes are wide; she clearly hadn't expected to do quite this much.
"...Armament?" Koala asks, noticing how the back of Thatch's hair is black from where it's fanned around him.
"Armament," Thatch agrees, keeping the entire back of his body coated until he's safely pulled himself and Luffy, still in his arms, away from any sharp wood.
"Sorry, Thatch," Luffy says, not particularly apologetic, if anything sort of curious. She peels herself back from his chest, scritching her cheek while looking down at what was once the hatch to the mens room that had shattered between them. She then reaches back to tug at Thatch's black locks, and oohs when they fade back to auburn.
"No worries, just make sure to make it up to Deuce and Usopp when they have to fix this," Thatch sighs, before grinning, letting his arms fall away from Luffy once he knows she has a secure grip on his shoulders. He then begins carding his fingers through her hair to make sure no splinters got in, and likewise dusting off the front of her vest, taking care not to let his touch linger. Luffy nods frantic agreement, more like rubs her head into his palm, and Thatch feels his heart skip a beat.
Koala sighs.
"Hey Thatch, what's this?"
Thatch blinks, then inwardly curses.
Luffy's holding Izo's crumpled piece of paper. His control of his power's still shoddy, and it must have accidentally spat it back out in the commotion.
Please, don't be able to read that, he prays. He luckily doesn't have much confidence in Luffy's reading abilities.
"It says 'what are her three sizes.' What are those?"
In the background, Koala slowly raises her fist.
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A few days later, Marco's scouting when a blue gull rapidly approaches him.
Delivery! it squawks. Delivery for you, Boss, and don't show Izo! Don't show Izo! Don't show Izo or the bread man will be mad!
Thank you, noted, friend, Marco responds, and catches the note from Thatch in mid air.
The gull trills acknowledgement, then wheels away to rejoin its brethren, while Marco changes course for the nearest island, a safe forest haven in Pops's territory, still a ways away from the Moby. It's uninhabited, save for the wildlife, and it would be good to land once before returning home anyway.
Marco lands lightly on the tallest and oldest tree on the island, from where he can survey the island of pure greenery, and the endless blue stretching beyond. The branch he's chosen looks deceptively thin, but he already knows it can support his human weight, which is why he shifts, passing the note from his claw to his hand before completing his transformation.
Marco frowns. The other Commanders (and to be honest, the entire crew) have been acting a bit strange recently, but for Thatch, who isn't even on board with them, to also be in on it...
True, this may or may not be related to that at all. But still.
Marco feels like he's missing something.
Marco, Thatch's message starts, and Marco already knows it's going to be serious because it didn't start with a jibe at his appearance.
Marco, I think I'm actually serious about her. Thoughts, brother?
Her, meaning the Ace's little brother, the mermaid girl.
If Marco remembers correctly, in Thatch's first note back to him, he'd written, She's stolen my heart, I think I want to marry her.
Marco had assumed Thatch was joking at the time, or just light-heartedly flirting, as he always did. Marco's used to hearing Thatch spew these kinds of words, and he'd taken it to mean that the girl's exceptionally Thatch's type, but hadn't thought further.
The words had made him remember a little trinket he'd had stored in a chest at the back of his closet, one he'd received from an elderly couple on Fishman Island around two decades ago...
But that's not important now, Marco thinks, focussing on Thatch's message.
In all his years of flings and casual relationships and jokingly asking ladies (and some gents) Won't you marry me...Thatch has not once asked for Marco's opinion. He's certainly had plenty of opinions himself about whether someone would be a potential good match for Marco, which Marco always ignored. But Thatch has never asked Marco about matches for himself.
Thatch really is serious.
Marco finds himself slowly smiling. "Finally, you sap," he murmurs, though no one hears him but the other birds in the trees around him.
He knows he ought to think more about what to say, but the answer is so obvious that Marco takes Thatch's note, and carefully tears the paper so that his brother's words aren't damaged. Gently tucking Thatch's note into his pocket, Marco pulls out a pen for the remaining small blank strip of paper.
Shortly afterwards, two birds depart from the island, in opposite directions: one, a phoenix, wings burning cyan against the clear skies, and the other, a blue gull headed to Paradise.
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Part 9, things start Moving as Sabo confronts Ace.
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