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souleaterpostanime · 2 years ago

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SE-POST Reread part 2/4

Well continuing my reread, so here some notes and doodles again.

chapter 10:

Even after all this time and rereading it, I'm not sure of the title of this mini-arc is clever or just tedious to read and comprehend. I guess I let you decide,

Think this one improved shows an improvment in drawing the faces, or atleast it has some panels that were quite nice or probably just used a relevant reference. I even like the scratchy coloring of Ragnarok. Ofcourse some action panels still are hard to read and rushed which is one of the biggest flaws of it t. The other flaws that I noticed atleast when rereading it now was the clunky dialog, with all the repeated words and some of it probably being unclear without the context of being the author. Still I think I liked the chapter for a few reasons: Firstly, a lot actually happened in it, not only having a lot of conversations in different scenarios with different scenarios but also an action scene and other variety. I think I made Ragnaroks perspective interesting enough, but maybe I have read not enough stories to know if it truly is just cliche and explored better in them. Still, maybe being an asshole as a defense mechanism so others dont realise how pathetic you are is relatable to somebody, even if nobody would admit it lol. Anyways this is a two-parter, so I probably will write more developed thoughts after rereading that one.

chapter 11:

I think I once said this was one of my favorite chapters, and even if I like a bit less than before, I still find it solid. Think if I didnt rush the art in certain parts it would be a big improvement already, even though I quite like the visual direction for it overall. Maybe having Ragnarok face such a suicide-like situation is a bit to extreme, but I guess you can only redeem yourself by being on the brink sometimes. Still hope people liked the humor as much as I did, even though I expressed it through clunky dialog as allways. Atleast the gift giving scene at the end should be ok for most people, but if it isnt, I dont care cause I know its good lol. Still wonder if anybody who cares about "power systems" thinks my justification for the resonance and the whole "soul-world" interaction to be bullshit But I think stuff like that doesnt really matter to much, especially in a story like Soul Eater. Anyways, hoped I have something deeper to say in this note, maybe the chapter speaks for itself afterall? Oh also go to youtube and type "village sniper" if you havent by now, funniest video.

chapter 12:

I still wonder if people get who I was referencing as the bad guys in this chapter, because I made it obvious enough, but maybe the overly rushed sketchy look of the designs obsucred it too much. Still if serial killers can be shown as kishineggs, why not evil businessman and politicians (we had allcapone afterall). Still the biggest loss due to the bad art in this chapter was that I couldnt convey the drip of the certain Bahanas resident in a way it actually looks good. But maybe Pattys training paying off makes up for that, hope I didnt make her to "OP" or "Mary Sue-ish", think she has enough charachter flaws for that not to be the case, and (maybe I should have shown that more clearly) she probably wouldnt survived against the big bad if Kid hadnt shown up (and Liz too, because maybe if they weilded each other and werent distracted by sibling rivlary, but eh that would be to soon for the story...) Also Kid snaping out of one phase and jumping into another - maybe the change was a bit too quick, but eh, think he was in his "literal kid" phase long enough, and repetive jokes get old, nomater how thematicaly relevant they are (like the 8 and symmetry jokes got old in my opinion, not counting the times they got some variety and clevernes added) Anyways this chapter also set up alot of stuff that didnt get resolved completly by know, but what should be of importance in future arcs, some things getting payoffs sooner than later...

chapter 13:

Man, I remember wanting to finish this chapter but being super tired, so I did the cover art at a time my brain was probably already shutting down, because I only later realised how shitty it looked. At the moment of its creation I genuinly thought it looked well rendered, and just after the fact saw what a polished turd it actually was, weird how impresions can change. Shows that I should get more experience in rendering things and not just sketch aimlesly... But on the chapter itself - I think the dialog is often less clunky than in the beginning and not bad overall. I wanted to portray how everybody thinks of Kurma as a joke but that her delusional confidence actually is able to overcome some of the disrespect by the end. Is that a good message or interesting dynamic - maybe. One could wonder if introducing an even bigger threath right now is a bit overkill, but I thought it would show that the only threats arent just some witches having a midlife crisis. Also saying "sis" instead of "bruh" lol. Anyways, one could say that in the end it is a set up chapter, but I enjoyed my intepretation of witch society, from its culture to worldview and eccentricities. Maybe I went a bit to farcical with the whole humor, but eh its a stupid fancomic of a stupid cartoon, so to make it all gritty and serious would be even more stupid. And maybe the witch society being so broken is kinda a point, I mean complaining that Satan gets worshiped the wrong way seems to be a sign that mayb the fundementals werent that great anyway Oh also it has the tease for the school dance chapter, so lets see if that holds up as the best one yet...

chapter 14:

yeah this one is still great. The art is improved from the previous ones, the plot is fun and yeah I dunno I just like this one for some reason, cant say much more

chapter 15:

I wonder if I had started with the art quality of this chapter, if the reception of the whole story would have been different? I mean it still is amateurish and sloppy in the fight scenes, but still, atleast to me, looks acceptable for a fanwork. But ofcourse this chapter was very dialog heavy, so thats one reason for all that. And that probably isn't what most people like, it got a bit sacherine and overly sappy even for me, and I think the brief action sequence was included just so it isnt all just charachters crying about how they love each other lol. (And for thr gnomesis pun, gnosis, gnome, get it????!) Oh it also was one chapter that started hinting the whole oil thing that got later revealed as necessary for the black blood, I wonder if this will go anywhere... Anyways maybe writing about a charachter who is an orphan wothout first hand experience is not the best idea, but I guess if one couldnt place oneself into others shoes, all books would just be authobiographies.

chapter 16:

Ah the Giriko chapter, fun fact when I was "storyboarding" it out, I thought it would be a two parter again, but then I realised that it all fit into one chapter. It is also the first chapter where you can really see Crona developing his dislike for witches, and we all know how that goes (technically it began at the end of last chapter, and there were hints earlier but you know). Think the faces and stuff were mostly good, but some the action was so bad that even I had difficulties telling what is supposed to happen, lol. But still I think it is a decent chapter, having a lot of action but also some humor and interesting conversations and developments. Also a few setups that still only have developed a little, so you know I have a lot planed, and I'm not close to finishing writing this weird story, maybe by the end it all will make sense...

chapter 17:

Oh boy, the start of the probably most out of left field miniarc. But with soul having a vintage bike he just casually rides around, why not? They uave to move around somehow And its a more original thing to include than playing nintendo games or something like more than one soul eater fic I read did lol. But anyways, I actually liked the weird pencil like "shading" in the beginning of the chapter, had a nice look to it, matching the whole cartoony but dark asthetic of hitchicking at night. Think the whole chapter has a unique look to it. Things about art aside, I guess the main conflict could sound a bit to overdramatic, would Crona break down like that after something like this? Maybe not, but I think I made it plausibel with the disapointment of having your selfdoubts confirmed again after a brief moment of hope, especially when everyone said that its so easy and you think ypu would disappoint people. Still wonder if people felt this chapter is to weird and I might admit that I put in stuff I didnt even want to consiously, maybe some bad memories warped too fit the story... But anyways, the story turns into a kindof b movie thing so that will be more obvious in the next one.(Also did anybody get the Magic Mountain joke?)

chapter 18:

I don't remember this one being this good lol Probably just remembered messing up the reveal of the GT-R and thought the whole thing was trash, but nah, dont care what anybody thinks, this shit was entertaining. I mean who would come up with fighting a car? And even the moral/lesson worked lol, think its something everybody needs to hear. I mean, I admit some panels were hard to understand, like Crona using Ragnaroks wings to get a boost to lure the car into the swamp and ect. but still. Oh and also, out of all my typos, "Jhoney" was on porpuse, if you know you know. Anyways, I dont know, guess I just liked the humor and interactions and shit, dont know if it resonantes with anybody but me, but if you wonder why, this all was why. Even hard to summarise it all, so lets go to the next one, think that one was genuinely kinda lame, but maybe I'm wrong again

chapter 19:

This one probably really felt like filler for many, and yeah it is more of a slice of life one without too much "happening", even though a lot of charachter development, seeds and set ups do occur in it. Also I quite liked the coloring and shadows in this one, must be when I accidentally had the right settings in the programm before I actually understood what I was doing later lol.

But yeah, maybe I overdid it with BlackStar bashing in it, like I find it funny that he interupts some make a wish foundation thing for a kid who has literal cancer, but that is maybe more of familyguy tier humor that doesnt really mesh with the tone, but eh Still think I gave BlackStar enough self awarness to not make it tottaly a hitpiece, and I guess the way is going is also because I actually have in a certain sense the most longterm plans for him, but if that ever gets fully realised, I dont promise cause, man, it will take more than anybody would ever expect. Anyways, as said the movie referenced was "Wild at Heart", a weird movie that one should not watch with anybody, especially not with relatives. Maybe just watch some scenes on youtube, like the one about the main charachters, Sailor's, alligator jacket. Anyways maybe I should say more but maybe not so

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mysafehaneul · 3 years ago

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Aquamarine

I am thinking of making it a series if it gets good response tho.

The Gif is from Yuri on Ice, since I can't find any other aesthetically pleasing Gif. CR to the owner.

Wonwoo×Reader (Angst; slight fluff)

Warnings: none

Word count: 1.5k ish...

ArrangemarriageAu!

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[8:18PM]

The light illuminating from the chandelier as u stood under it and its light reflecting on the glass you were holding onto as if your life depended on that grip, you were trying your best to look calm and collected but your anxious eyes and nervous smile were slowly giving it away from time to time you were glancing towards the entrance of the mansion where you and your soon to be fiancè was supposed to get engaged yet the latter was no where to been seen most of the guest were too caught up in their own conversations pay mind to you yet giving a glance at your direction in short intervals, dressed in their finest and pulled up their most civilised and happy upfront you were aware although it didnt seemed like it, there were some silent eyes observing yours and your families every move to catch a sniff of drama for their headlines and small flashes from the camera around you, you were unconsciously biting your lips when your left a small hand slightly hovering over yours taking the glass out of your grip you looked up to see you mother with slight tensed eyes giving you a tight smile,

"Pull yourself together sweetheart I have thought you better, Where is Wonwoo?"

To be honest you would like to know the answer to that question too where is Wonwoo? A small inaudible sigh left your lips you leaned into your mother's ears to whisper

"Anywhere but here, Why don't you ask his parents about their son's whereabouts"

You both looked at the bar where Wonwoo's parents were sitting while one of their bodyguards' talking to Mr. Jeon and he looked like he was about to pop a vein of his brain trying his best to keep his voice low In order to avoid any attention when Mrs. Jeon's eyes met yours and then your mother's she gave you a small smile and diverted her attention back to her slightly frantic husband raising her hand on his back and rub it up and down to calm him down anyone from a 10-mile radius could sense the tension in the room, everyone is here except the man of the hour. You liked her, Wonwoo's mother she was a good person that's all you can say from your two encounters the first one was when both of the families ate lunch and you met your mother's childhood best friend and his wife aka Wonwoo's parents and the second was a dinner where they expressed their wish to make you their daughter-in-law, making you both you and Wonwoo choke in your respectable food and him on his drink you were well aware that things like these are not decided over two meals in the gap of one week because the way your parents looked unfazed and nodding as If it's approval to their wishes all you could think was a heads-up would have been nice so that you could have fled to Paris or something. Wonwoo looked like he was about to explode in rage but he trying to mask it with all his might but the shake in his body was slightly giving it away seemed like he had no prior knowledge of this either as he excused himself to the washroom.

Just like that day you were alone standing in the middle of a ballroom surrounded by acquaintances extended family and friends waiting for him to show up and do the formality play the part of a dutiful son and a reliable successor of their family business. You both knew that this was a marriage of convenience and no matter what you had to bend your knees in front of the responsibilities and the wishes of your families, The heels you were wearing were numbing your feet and a small headache making it way up from the tight bun and buzz from the champagne you were drinking.

Your parents were now talking or more like assuring the Jeon's when you felt someone stand next to you looking to your left you saw your best friend looking at you holding two glasses extending one in your direction which you gladly took raising it to your lips you took a small sip and felt the bubbly liquid going down your throat,

"Gosh even Aphrodite would be jealous of you today, Wonwoo is going to fall in love with you all over again "

when did he fall in love with you in the first place you thought to yourself nodding in their direction you gave them a small smile,

"Thanks, babe," you said taking a step back and doing an up and down at their attire "you don't look that bad yourself either".

Rolling their eyes they said, " I know but tonight is about you. So where is your prince charming, it's about time he showed up-" as they said that all heads turned toward the entrance in Walks the prince charming in his slicked black hair and royal blue tuxedo matching your attire he was not wearing his glasses maybe lenses. His parents sighed in relief and walked towards him you saw his father asking him something but his mother squeezed his arms stopping him from drawing any unwanted attention soon acquaintances flocking him shaking his hands and mingling you noticed the frown easing from your father's face as your mother was talking to someone from your company and your father trying to keep up with them without being rude.

Wonwoo was easily towering over most of the people in this room he was talking to someone when your eyes met but to were quick to look away.

"Close your mouth you are drooling all over the floor," your friend said making you roll your eyes throwing a small glare in their direction you were about to make a remark when from the corner of your eyes you saw his figure striding towards your direction as he reached next to you his hands going on the back of your waist and leaning in to plant a small kiss on your cheeks catching you slightly off guard your hands on autopilot went to grab his bicep before you stumble you both never stood in this proximity let alone kisses on the cheeks He leaned into your ears his lips slightly bumping the shell of your ear making the goosebumps rise on your skin as his breath fanned in your ear he whispered, "sorry I am late, I hope nothing exceptional happened in my absence"

You moved your head away your eyes locked as you reached for his ears and replied,

"Your father was about to pop a vein if you can call that exceptional" your eyes didn't miss the red mark below his ear lobe and now your question of where he was and who he was with, was answered before you even had the chance to ask with a little disappointment bubbling in your stomach but you tried ignored it with all your might.

Soon you both were standing facing each other with his hand in yours as your slid the engagement ring on his fourth finger, his mother beaming with glee and his father fashioned a proud smile on his face she and pulled out a box from her bag handing it over to wonwoo as he open the box the people surrounding the both of you went awestruck and why not it was a princess cut aquamarine ring one of a kind removing it from the box the diamond reflected the light of the chandelier he reached for your hand, there was a slight shake in wonwoo's breath and you couldnt differentiate if it was his or your hands which were sweating as the ring slid inside your finger wonwoo noticed how you hands were slightly shaking he gave your hand a light squeeze and closed his eyes taking a moment to gather himself you were about to reciprocate the squeeze but the pop of champagne starled you removing your hand form his your mother engulfed you in her arms as if you have just returned from war soon one by one the congratulations kept flooding in when you eyes met your father's he gave you a nod and an assuring smile he knew that wonwoo wasnt the one you want, but he believed that he was the best choice for you and your bussineses future. All you could think to yourself Is that It's not the parent's fault to think the best for their children and their future but why do they forget that their happiness matters equally too their opinions matter too they matter too, You can't help but look at Wonwoo, feeling sad for both of yourself he was doing a pretty decent job to pull up a happy facade which matched yours but his eyes said otherwise as you both caught each other gaze you knew that there is no turning back from here two different paths joining together to form a single road now it's unbeknownst to you how the journey will go...

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tiens-letters · 4 years ago

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upon autumns day, where you and I met. upon autumns day where I remember all of what we were before youve passed. and upon autumns day would I have ever so slowly let go of that pain of the past

zhongli (angst)

@albeidoof its somewhere here hehehe

Time was a luxury. A treasure each and everything holds.

Yet time is a curse as well. It covets, devours and leaves. which humanity neglects to cherish until the heart ceases its steady rythmn, only then do they regret of the wasted minutes, hours and seconds.

Beneath the flow of the rushing waves of things that have come and gone. Only on this particular day would he sit beneath a certain tree. The rough bark brushing up against his back as leaves fell effortlessly to the ground, as if it were ready to let go of from the branches that gave birth to it, only to return once again to the waiting soil.

It was a sunny afternoon, clear of any clouds and only clear unblemished blue, a good time to enjoy a warm cup of tea yet there was no energy in his bones to even move from where he was.

He felt exhausted. Desultory even.

Gone were the halcyon days of the past, and now the present time of the vivid reality he had to face.

Morax, rex lapis, the geo archon. Names that weighted more than one could carry, memories that shackled his soul that lived for a thousand years on end, all but a stain that could never be washed away.

The breeze slowly danced in, playing with his hair softly, kissing his skin and welcoming him. It carried a hint of aromatic essence only he would know belongs to.

You.

He tried to desperately recount the days after youve left the face of the earth and yet he could not remember or did his mind not allow him to as if he did, it would bring him terrible and heavy consequences for an answer, one sane mind would never want to know.

Sighing, he sat back and recalled back the memories of you instead. When you were alive, warm and breathing in his arms. He remembers the way your eyes would shine brightly whenever he would be around, or the small sound of delight you would make when you have finished another one of the many interesting blends of tea youve done over the course of a week of mixing different flowers and tea leaves. Youve made up quite the fortune with this as your little hobby bloomed into a fully run business known across teyvat.

"Zhongli." he froze, youve never called him by his name ever since youve started getting close, it made him feal uneasy as he turned to look at you who stood by the doorway, a neutral look on your face.

"y-yes?" nervousness clawed at him as he racked his brain to what he couldve done for you to call his name like that, he couldnt think of any.

"I came back from the market and I heard youve made quite the generous payment. Why is that, I wonder?" he's done it again, that spending habit of his

"The price was reasonable for such a fine ceramic tea set, I dont seem to find why it shouldnt reflect its quality?" you sighed as you pointed towards the glass cupboard behind him

"You bought the same exact set a week ago, Zhongli. Thats why." having to realize his mistake after looking over the two identical set that on the shelf, he turned to apologize but only to see you missing from the doorway. Footsteps can be heard from the floorboards above him. You were upset.

After minutes of pacing in the living room, he finally mustered the courage to climb the stairs and enter your shared bedroom. A figure already under the sheets as the warm glow of the lamp illuminated your delicate features. The mattress sunk as he sat beside you, fingers brushing away the stray hair that fell on your face.

"Im still mad at you Zhongli." his hand flinched slightly at the way you called him

"I apologize. I seem to not have learned my lesson again. I would gladly return the set tomorrow."

"Its no use, they dont accept refunds." you replied without sparing a glance at him

"What can I do for you to forgive me then?"

"Just go to sleep, Zhongli." groaning you reached for the switch to shut the lamp off but a gentle grip stopped you, forcing you to look at his gloomy expression. Perhaps you went too far this time.

"Please stop calling me in that way. I dont like it." he whispers, drawing your palm to his lips, leaving small kisses upon it. He sure does know his way around your heart, no wonder why you could not stay mad at him.

"Just be mindful next time." you cursed yourself for being weak to his charms.

"I will." yet something was missing "Then can you call me as you did before?"

"Zhongli?" you could see the slight grimace in his face as you teased him

"Stop it." he kissed you without warning "Call me as you did before."

However, his lips didnt stop as they began to travel. From your cheeks to you forehead and then to your neck. Oh dear, he wasnt having any of your teasing.

"A-li." you giggled beneath him as he finally stopped and met your gaze

"Thats better."

He still remembers the faint smile that graced your lips whenever he would wake up next to you tangled in the same sheets. The softness of your skin on his calloused touch. Your lips melting his and your voice lulling his raging mind to peace.

Then everything changed when you drew blood that spilled from those lips he's kissed for a thousand times, painting a morbid image on the sheets. Anger and despair boiled inside of him once he learned of the secret youve kept. Zhongli was a calm and collected man all of the time except when he was with you.

Having to witness him at such a point felt as if his own spear was being driven right through his very chest. He held you in an arms width away, the panic and pain in his eyes increasing over the minute as he begged for you to explain why youve decided to lie about the flowers that bloomed in your lungs, the sickness youve inherited from your deceased mother, whose fate you soon would follow. You didnt want him to find out, not in this way.

He couldve done anything if he knew from the start but alas, you wanted to be cruel, thinking it was for the best. Until your symptoms persisted, a heavy reminder of the remaining distance of the string you have to walk on to reach the end. The heavy feeling in your chest started to worsen as cherry sweet liquid poured from your mouth.

Soon the once pristine sheets were stained in haunting crimson shades as you heaved and he watched in agony. If only he had the ability of what he once had back then, if only he could plant the seeds of the flowers from yours to his then he would, if only he hadnt met you one autumn evening

" please dont look at me like that. " you told him, cold hands caressing his cheeks, catching the streams of salty warm beads that fell freely from your darling's amber eyes.

"Im sorry. Im so sorry..." the last thing you wanted to see was this man to cry. The last thing you wanted to see was to see him relive the past tragic memories you promised to bring him out of

" my disease has nothing to do with you. In the end it was mine alone to handle. oh, you are far from that so please dont you ever blame yourself."

"How can I not? If I havent fallen so deep then you would experienced so much more in life, you couldve been happier if you met someone else. Yet you chose me and I couldnt give you anything, I--. " the words knotted up as he began to shake, hands holding yours as knuckles turned to white

You slapped him.

With all the strength youve gathered in that fading body of yours. The sound cutting the grieving sounds that spilled from him, soul and flesh alike.

"A-li, look at me. Do I look like someone whose unsatisfied with what youve given me? Did my smile ever fade when Im with you? Did your affections ever lack? Answer me." his watery gaze met yours, a torrent of emotions swimming in them

"No. Never." a soft smile was carved unto your lips

"My dear, youve given me all Ive ever wanted in this life and I regret nothing of it."

To him, you were the flower that bloomed at the highest peak of the mountain he's never reached and yet its petals voluntarily detached and fell down, making him the happiest as one thing he's admired was untouchable and now, lay softly in the palm of his hands. To cherish and to protect.

But of course, all things are evanescent.

The familiar feeling of soreness that wasnt supposed to be there rose, ebbed and flowed through his throat. He knew it all too well, it was after he woke from his week long slumber did he feel it along with what his ancient beating heart felt.

"You collapsed." the worried words of the qixing echoed in his head. He frantically got up but as soon as his feet touched the floor did his legs give out underneath him, what use was he in this sorry state. He was helped up and sat back on the edge of the bed.

He wanted to ask many things yet was unable to.

Ningguang spoke as if you were still breathing and was visiting her minutes ago with another one of your tea blends. "Dont worry and rest first, go to jueyun karst after. They will be waiting."

To where the adepti resides, who as well, favored you, that one soul among thousands of others. One to which they shared a few good memories with was allowed to slumber there in peace.

Zhongli found himself waking up to the sun setting in the horizon. Just like how youve gone and resurfaced back into his memories. It was time.

He stood up from where he sat, gloved hands brushing any dirt that clung to him as he made his way to where you slept.

The red bean that was planted by himself still remained, a token of his love for you. Picking one bead and placing it inside the hollow dice he brought along, completing another one of the similar handicraft he's made every visit.

The sun finally died and the moon began its reign. The small wisps of light gathered around before him, forming a blurry image.

It was then he felt at ease, he saw you smiling at him with all there is in the world. Your light seemed to dim a little, hinting the blessing the adepti gave was slowly diminishing. Soon your visits would cease and you were sure that by the end of the power spent, he wouldve let go of the torment that plagued him.

"A-li. Have you been well?" he knew what you meant

"Im letting go slowly my dear. Perhaps in time, I would learn breathe easily once again."

Longest yet lol. Hope yall liked it ehehe

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yo-aloe-vera · 2 years ago

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I noticed that you get quite a few comments from Sakura fans who are unhappy with the way you portray her. I think you're closer to her canon character than any of their fanworks though. I really think Sakura coerced or manipulated Sasuke into giving her a child somehow. We know she can be mean and manipulative, as seen by every one of her confessions (including the fake one to Naruto). The way she tried to kill Sasuke was also cowardly and manipulative. Naruto had just told her that he wasnt giving up on Sasuke even though the promise he made to her no longer stood, but she still wanted to kill him. She really doesnt see Sasuke as a person, she couldnt even try to understand. In Chapter 3 she tried to get Sasuke's attention by talking shit about Naruto, but he defended Naruto. She even tried to "steal" his first kiss and thought about him peeing in front of her so that she could see his dick. She always jumped on him no matter how many times he made it clear that he didnt like it. And SS was deliberately written to be a bad and dysfunctional 'couple' in Gaiden. I think Sakura can actually be called abusive when she frightens Sarada into shutting up, shouts at her for asking valid questions about her weird 'relationship' with Sasuke and destroys her house. She's still insecure over other women and possessive of Sasuke in her 30s. She specifically covered Karin's face with her own picture to fool her daughter and she spoke badly about Ino to Sarada, so Sarada stops Ino from getting close to Sasuke. Sasuke was actually extremely unhappy to see her after all those years. He shouted "why exactly are you here!?" with a frown. He basically said he and Sakura are only connected because of Sarada and he was reluctant to say even that. He only called her his wife in front of Sarada and then Sarada has a flashback to that moment when she thinks about what kind of relationship they have. Naruto's not even her friend anymore, he knew nothing about her life, thought Karin could actually be Sarada's mom and that was the first personal conversation he had with Sarada. What does it say about them that Kishi made sure to let us know that Sasuke never even kissed her and he rejected her before he left. He looked miserable in his family photo and family dinner. It can't be a coincidence, Kishi could have drawn a happier expression if he wanted to convey a happy family. In your story Sasuke neglects Sarada because of her connection to Sakura and I think that might actually be true in canon as well

I think these are good points.

I can forgive some of Sakura’s distasteful behavior pre-Shippuden because of her age. But she had no development at all. The way she and Sasuke are in Boruto, at least as far as I can see, is just... no. That is a toxic dynamic. It is hella gross, and the way both of them treat Sarada is reprehensible (which of course is a huge and important part of the plot of SEA).

The forehead poke, so beloved of sasa stans, is deliberately a way to keep her at a distance--just as Itachi always used it with Sasuke.

The disdain sasa fans have for any kind of anti-sakura heterodoxy is also just weird to me. There are many characterizations of my fav characters that irk me in fanfic. So I don't read them? And I don't understand intentionally reading things that make you unhappy?

I've been fairly kind to Sakura in my stories until this one. I wanted this particular fic to draw on the toxic traits of all the characters, though, and her character as it developed after Shippuden ended was extremely toxic.

So I am perplexed and, honestly, somewhat entertained by the animus sasa fans have for the story. Like, OK, boo, we get it, you are mad. Noted. Oh, you're still mad. Mmkay, dumpling, hope you feel better soon lol.

Then some of them decide to take on the worst traits of their idol and go all out crazy on SNS writers like it's holy war and they're cleansing the world of evil. By being incredibly snide, by harassing writers, and just all around making poor decisions because someone writing a fanfic they did not pay to read failed to give them what they wanted.

All that to say, thank you, I agree with you. Sorry for the tangent on your comment, you unleashed the beast 😆

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nestable · 4 years ago

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BRING IT ON HOME NESSIAN ONESHOT

Bring it on Home to me by Sam Cooke is on of my favorite songs in the word and I highly recommend you go have a listen if you havent heard it, I promise you wont regret it. I was listening to it the other day and instantly thought of how these lyrics resonated with nessian, cassian more especially and couldn't resist writing this fic. Just a little soft, SFW, domestic Nessian. 🥺😭

"Nes." Cassian groaned as he rolled closer to her side of the bed. "Nesta?"

After being met with stark silence, Cassian outstretched his hand only for it to collapse onto cold sheets.

No Nesta, he realized with a start.

Though he and his Nesta have been mated for some months now, all of which have been without an incident, he can't help but worry.

Each night he reassures himself with the knowledge of their bond, the heat of her body pressed against his own, the words of love and loyalty she ensures he hears everyday, that she is safe and finally happy.

Not miserable and balancing on the cusp of oblivion where he found her last year. Juggling between drowning her sorrows and indulging in sub-par sex just to feel something, just to deny the connection they share because she felt that she wasnt worthy of him. No, that was all over now, but he can't help when the memories resurface.

The memory of Nesta writhing and arched in her bed as silver flames wreathed her body like a shroud. The screams of pain and anguish that left her lips only to be swallowed by starless night and Deaths flames. How the very mountain trembled beneath their feet, bracing itself for the potential explotion that Cassian could sense building up. Somehow he knew that Velaris would've been crumpled to dust that night and become a fond memory. He felt it in his gut. Just the same way he felt her night terrors take hold of her for her powers to bask in centre stage. And in the same breath, he also felt that he could stop it. Whether that was pure male arrogance or the suspicion of the bond that lay between them, that was yet to be found. And it was...the moment her powers seized in intensity when he said her name. Once, twice, just enough for Rhys to gain control and save them all.

No, he would never forget that and he'd be damned if it were to happen again and catch him in a helpless position as the first time he witnessed the extent of her power. A power that mostly returned back to the Cauldron, only to be replaced by 3 Dread troves and the Mothers favour. A different sort of threat perhaps. One sweeter, kinder, even benign from what he's witnessed.

Nesta barely speaks about the power the same way she did with her Cauldron gifts. She reassures him that these were different, these she understands and smiled every time he enquired about her connection with the Mother. He wishes to know more, his body yearns for it, but his mate has always loved surprises.

Cassian threw on a pair of his undershorts before leaving his and Nestas new room. Though the House of Wind has become their shared abode, its ill advised to walk around naked with the possibility of Azriel becoming an unwilling spectator with his prowling around the halls in the dead of night like he's been doing for the past year.

Cassian loves his brother, sometimes more than kin normally do, he believes sometimes, but he'll never forgive him for that night he ruined his birthday night when he walked in on Nesta modelling her new negligee in the library. He's never jumped from one intense emotion to another so quickly. Blinded by the red lace of her silk garments only to see red of a different kind when the blue of Azriels siphon opened the door.

The territorial male part of him nearly took over that night and he was inclined to let it ride him had Nesta not winnowed them to their room and pushed him onto the bed. The anger, the curiosity he had as to how Nesta was able to winnow around the House when no one else could were obscured then turned insignificant by the view of Nesta sitting astride on his thighs.

Cassian followed the music swimming through the hall which brought him to a new lounge area that didn't present itself in the centuries that he's been living here until Nesta inherited the place.

Many new things have made their presence known and sprung to life since Nestas made the House her home. Hidden rooms have materialized, troves have opened and a gorgeous garden has flourished on the top of the mountain. As if in preparation of someone, or little someone's who might need it.

Cassian isn't blind to the fact that the House makes things available according to Nestas hopes, dreams and wishes. All of which make Cassian excited for the future and a forever with his mate even more.

Nesta was leaning against the cream white wall that she and Cassian painted just last night, holding an A2 canvas painting in both hands. He couldn't decipher her facial expression or read some of the wild thoughts that were evidently bouncing around her head as Nesta was inclined to raising her mental walls to him when she was stressed. He'd once asked why and she told him that she didnt want to plague him with her problems. Didnt want to bother him. Little did she know that Cassian was built for her, problems and all. Nothing about Nesta could bother him. Not even the parts that bothered her.

"Hi." He whispered which startled Nesta before she composed herself. For her to be so drawn into her thoughts that she didnt notice him approaching, instantly put him on edge him.

"Hi." She said, plastering a lazy smile onto her face.

Cassian took that as an invitation to enter. His eyes swept across the room, taking in the organized clutter. From the closed boxes filling the lounge, the half hung snow white gossamer curtains blowing in from the open balcony, to the slightly dusty white marble tiles that were installed just last week.

Cassian was a bit skeptical when Nesta told him of her plans to decorate this room in all white. White cushions, white couches, white walls, white flower arrangements, white chandeliers and white fur carpets felt like a fever dream to Cassian, but now that it's all coming to life, he can see the vision of beauty that Nesta had in mind. A vision not only limited to this lounge but the entire House of Wind that Nesta will decorate herself with the input of the House itself to revitalize the place. All of which will be paid for by Rhys.

How the Cauldron matched him to such a female, not mere female but god, he'll never know. All he can do is be grateful and work to be worthy and deserve the gift to draw breath in her presence.

Now that Nestas accepted her Human emissary role and is the courts newly appointed courtier, she's recieving the same fat salary like the rest of the IC, but Cassian doubts that Rhysand will ever let Nesta access her funds because he insists on paying for everything for her. Which goes to show that Rhys' gratitude for Nesta runs very far. Or guilt, or both.

What Nesta did for Feyre, Nyx and Rhys was something that couldnt be described with words. She saved their lives and in doing so the entire court. Rhys failed to tell his family about him and Feyres decision and never left a plan of action to follow after his death. Had he died, the role of High Lord could've fallen to anyone. Probably Keir or one of Mors detestable brothers because they are Rhys closest male blood relatives. What they would've done to Velaris, done to the entire court....Cassian seldom contemplates that. Nestas sacrifice and mercy saved them all and in doing so, opened herself to a higher form of being that is yet to be seen.

"What are you doing up so late?"

"I had a lot on my mind. I couldn't sleep so I decided to come and get this room in order." She explained, flipping her golden brown hair over her shoulder.

"What's been on your mind?" Cassian asked casually, taking a step closer.

He'd have embraced her and held her against his chest if it weren't for the massive painting in her hands. A painting that he can feel is the source of all her trepidation.

Nesta bit her lip before turning the canvas toward him and placing it in his hands. "Feyre finally finished that and it was delivered yesterday afternoon. I was too afraid to open it then- but I figured that I wouldn't be able to sleep until I saw it."

At first glance, anyone would assume that the muse was Nesta. From the steel eyes to the clear skin and poise in the pose. But upon further inspection, the age of the woman, the beauty spot beneath her right eye and slight darker tresses reveals the truth.

"This is your mother..." Cassian said lowly. The weight of the image, not the canvas itself but the obvious memories, pain and loss the painting held settled on him.

"Was." She uttered a bit sharply. Her throat bobbing up and down.

Cassians eyes darted between Nesta and the painting. Surprise and admiration pouring into him in droves. Her sisters did mention more than once that Nesta is their mothers spitting image, but this...it was as though the same person had been born twice.

"You stole her whole face." He chuckled, bringing a sweet curve to Nestas lip.

"I know...I know." She shrugged.

Cassian lay the painting carefully against the wall then wrapped his arms around his mates shoulders. Her own found their home around his waist as she rested her chin atop his chest so that their eyes could meet.

If it were a few months ago, a year, she would've furiously blinked away the tears that have settled in her eyes, or rejected their proximity entirely. Only to retain a semblance of control that shes strived so hard to maintain. But now shes opened herself to him entirely. Made him a part of both her happiness and pain, loss and gain, victories and failure. Just as their mating vows ordered.

"Talk to me." He whispered, dragging his fingers through her hair.

"I- I just...I know that my mother was not the best of mothers, nor did she love us in the ways that a mother should but....but that doesn't make me love her any less. She might've trained me instead of raised me, saw me as a ticket to wealth and leisure or lived vicariously through me but she was still my mother." Her tears fell down her cheeks as if a damn had been broken. "There were good moments as well as bad and I'm not going to pretend that she was never loving or good to me. Elain and Feyre might've forgotten her, but I can't... I wont."

Cassian lowered his head to press soft kisses to her cheeks where her tears left stains. "I know." He murmured. "You dont share the same memories as Elain and Feyre, it's only natural that you saw her much differently and remember her in a better light than they do." He rubbed feather light circles on the back of her neck in an attempt to assuage her from her pain.

"It broke my heart when I walked through Feyres house that day and didn't see a piece of myself or her. It felt like I was being erased, forgotten. Now I've found my place in that hall but she hasn't. I couldn't allow that to happen. I couldn't let her be erased just like that."

"And she wont be, not if you will it. I'll remember her with you." Cassians lips found Nestas and before they knew it, the couple found themselves descending into a deep kiss that only a mating bond could conjure.

"You know that's one of the reasons I love you?" He stated, to which Nesta replied with a raised brow. "Your compassion, your massive heart, your loyalty... these are all qualities that you motivate me to pursue everyday. You've kept your soft side hidden for a long time and now we're starting to see it." She smiled. By far the most beautiful sight he's ever seen. "That sweet love. Just bring it on home to me."

A giggle was shared between them as soon as the words left his mouth. The lyrics of a song, their song, that came on the day of their mating ceremony that they had on repeat for 2 hours straight. Cassian had never heard a song that spoke to him and his experience with love the way that one did. One that Nesta knew would speak to his very marrow and chose not to warn him in advance, only to see his reaction.

"You're insufferable." She said, only to hug him tighter and lay her head on his chest.

"Well then you're going to have to get used to it, Nes. We only have forever left together."

Just when Cassian expected Nesta to respond, the soft melody of a piano begun in the corner of the room from Nesta symphoniam, followed by the ever true lyrics that might've been written for them, that might as well have been their wedding and mating vows.

If you ever change your mind

About leaving, leaving me behind

Baby, bring it to me

Bring your sweet loving

Bring it on home to me

Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)

Nesta begun the dance. Cassian followed with no hesitation. Though it was a far cry from the pulsating waltz they'd done in Hewn city or other court events thereafter. It was far more intimate, passionate. Just a sway of the hips and foot movements that reforged and strengthened the golden bond that surged through them on Winter Solstice and polished it to a shimmer. Their bond was not a mere tether, not a chain. It was a rainbow. Shimmering through storms and sunny days. It didnt only make its presence known or surge when they were in the throes of passion, it became more sentient when they were upset with each other. It was the musical and colourful road that led mate back to mate. Self back to self.

I know I laughed when you left

But now I know I only hurt myself

Baby, bring it to me

Bring your sweet loving

Bring it on home to me

Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)

His heart cracked at the words and the truth they carry. The memories when they were so at odds with each other that they could barely be in the same room longer than necessary. The nights when he thought the immense sadness and grief at the prospect of losing her entirely would drown him and suffocate him. When he wished that he could rip his heart out of his chest only to get a reprieve from his anguish. Anguish he attempted to expunge with throwing himself into work and training only to realize that the further they moved from one another, the further they moved from themselves.

As if Nesta could hear and feel those memories, she held onto him tighter. This female, his tether to reality, his anchor, the tree that was able to weather a thunderstorm that left the land decimated only to come back and continue to grow with fruits and flowers on display for all to see.

I'll give you jewellery and money, too

That ain't all, that ain't all I'll do for you

Oh, if you bring it to me

Bring your sweet loving

Bring it on home to me

Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)

Cassian knew that from the moment he met Nesta, there was nothing in the world that he wouldn't do for her. Nothing too out of reach that if she should request, he would give. He was already hers in mind, body and soul. Their bond might've snapped into being after she emerged from the cauldeon, but the draw he felt toward her was infinite. Like their souls were made from the same essence but placed on earth in different time periods so that they know life without the other, to appreciate being together more.

You know I'll always be your slave

'Til I'm buried, buried in my grave

Oh honey, bring it to me

Bring your sweet loving

Bring it on home to me

Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)

Cassian held up Nestas hand so that he may look upon the wedding and mating band. She requested that she have both and went to the best jeweler in Velaris to fuse both choices so that they sit as one on her finger. Both were made of rose gold, the slimmer wedding ring was imbued with three tanzanite diamonds and the larger mating band sports just one giant diamond that would need it's own security team. Cassian knew his mate loved nice things and made him pay a pretty penny to get it. He'd do again if only to see the stars that twinkled in her eyes when they chose the bands at the jeweler.

He looked at his own jeweled finger. A simple silver band that stood out more than he expected it to. He wanted to get black carbon fiber but Nesta threatened not to speak to him again if he had. Now he can't stop looking at it. He loves how it makes an appearance even though he's bedecked in full illyrian armour. He'll never forget the swell of pride he felt when his soldiers eyes zoned in on the piece of metal that could've easily been obscured by the red siphon that rests atop his hand, but chose to stand out and make its presence known. A symbol of his immature bachelorhood dead and gone, giving life to a new stage in his life. A stage he's waited for longer than he cares to admit.

He remembers using the word 'shackled' when describing his mating bond with Nesta when he was upset with her, but now that word seems appropriate. If the pieces of metal sitting on their matching fingers are the shackles of which he spoke, then he'd wear his shackles with pride.

One more thing

I tried to treat you right

But you stayed out, stayed out at night

But I forgive you, bring it to me

Bring your sweet loving

Bring it on home to me

Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)

Cassian rarely thinks about the time they spent apart. When resentment, self punishment and grief pulled them apart only because those memories are nothing in comparison to the centuries he spent without her.

Living life believing the words of the ignorant and seeing oneself as a inferior and undeserving of the love that he relishes in now. The love that has somehow wiped away centuries of self hate and lack of self awareness. He figures that the reason why he used to be the first to throw himself into deadly missions were all desperate plea to prove himself, to put it into stone that he isn't a mere worthless bastard but is someone worthy of respect. But now his outlook has completely shifted. He is no longer living only for himself, but for another. He remembers the blind terror he felt when he thought that Nesta was swallowed by the black water in the Bog, or how she screamed when she thought that she lost him on Mount Ramiel.

He doesnt want either of them to go through that again. To be without the other. To feel that their very heart was ripped out of their chest, when both had taken permanent residence in the other.

He saw how Feyre reacted when Rhys died, and heard when Rhys screamed when Feyre was on deaths doorstop. The mere thought of Nesta experiencing that pain or him has softened his daring heart.

He will live, he will love and he will do it with Nesta in his arms.

As the song drew to a close, Nesta shifted from her position on his chest, too look upon him again. She brought her slim fingers to his cheeks and smiled. "Forever."

He could offer nothing but the same. A truth that had been both a promise and a prayer from the moment they met, "Forever."

Tag: @bakingandbooks3 @rhysandsdarlingfeyre @arinbelle @silvernesta @darklobe @haepaw @carlieg20 @illyrianshadowhunter

#acsf spoiler #nessian oneshot #nessian #bring it on home to me

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starportlegacies31174 · 4 years ago

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✨projecting✨

Warnings: SMUT!!! NSFW!!! fingering,oral sex(femal receiving),SMUT!!

Summary: you have a very vivid dream and it doesn’t go unnoticed by a certain someone!

A/N: hiiii!! this literally my first post ever and first fanfic ever so please give me feed back on things i need to improve on and if you liked it or hated it! also sorry for any spelling/grammar errors, i wrote this at like 3 am lmao! i hope you enjoy it! (padawan Obi has my heart✨❤️✋)

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it had been a long day for you. you woke up before the sun rose on coruscant, and went straight to the training room with your master Plo Koon to start you lightsaber training. it’s not like you needed the training, you were very skilled with a light saber, but it was to keep your mind and skills sharp.

you attacked your master with your weapon and clashed against his with a grunt. he pulled back to take a breath from holding that position for so long. you started circling each other. your chest was rising and falling at a fast pace as you lunged foward to hit your masters saber, you jumped back for a quick second before taking another hit to his side, which he almost didn’t block. you popped him in the face with your elbow and swong your legs at his feet and knocked him to the ground. he fell with a grunt.

“do you yield?” you said while placing your foot on his chest and you lightsaber just inches from his neck.

“i yield” your master said calmly. you took your foot off his chest and extended you hand, he gladly took it.

“so what is it master? ten to three? i wasn’t keeping score” you said with a chuckle. “i believe your right padawan” your master said with a laugh. “your dismissed for the day.”

“oh” you thought, you had only been training for a few hours, 6 to be exact, but you weren’t going to complain. you nodded and bowed “thank you master” and you left with a smile.

you decided to stop and get lunch before you head back to your quarters, because you’re stomach would eat you alive if you didn’t. as you made your way to the cafeteria, you started to think about your life.

you were taken from your family at the age of 6, usually that’s to old for the order to take a child, but your force signature was to strong for them not to take you. you don’t remember much about where you once lived, or your parents, all you remember is your mothers outstanding beauty.

you grew up with the other younglings, but they all made fun of you because your were 6 years old and didn’t know how to do a simple twirl with your lightsaber. you spent most of your first week in the corner, alone and crying. all the younglings made fun of you, except one

Obi Wan Kenobi

he was a kind boy with kind blue eyes. he noticed you were alone and scared so he came and comforted you. since then, even when your both became padawans and went on separate missions with your masters, you both are still as close as ever.

“man i miss him” you thought to yourself

he went on a mission with his master Qui-Gon JIn, almost a month ago. he sent you transmissions whenever he could. the past few says he hasn’t sent any, you’re filled with worry and anxiety, what if something happened to him, what if i never get to see him again, what if-“oof” you grunted as you ran into someone.

you were so deep in thought that u hadn’t noticed someone was walking towards you.

“i’m so sorry, i wasn’t looking where i was going” you said in embarrassment as you looked up to see a familiar smile that belonged to no one but

“oBI WAN, your back!” you said with a big grin. you wrapped your arms around his neck, almost making him fall. he snakes his arms around tour waist and hugs u tight

“indeed i am y/n” he said with a chuckle. u felt it rumbling in your chest, your heart was fluttering. as if you realized at the exact same time, you both released each other’s arms and put some distance between the two of you. you missed his touch. you cleared your throat

“so, how long have you been back?” you ask awkwardly

“we landed about an hour ago, and then we had to report to the council about our mission, and then i came to look for you, but it seems you may have found me” he said laughing back at the events that transpired.

you chuckled “yeh i’m sorry about that” your face was turning red in embarrassment. he held up a hand gesturing for you to stop

“don’t worry about it, where were you headed anyway?”

“i was headed to lunch, would you care to join me” you asked eagerly

“absolutely” you smiled and made your way to the cafeteria. after you ate lunch you spent the rest of the day with obi wan. he was telling you everything about his mission, and you were telling him everything that happened here while he was away. the sun was setting on coruscant and he walked you to your quarters.

“alright, good night darling” you were taken aback by the darling, did he just call me darling?

“uh good night kenobi” and he left u with a smile.

you collapsed on your bed with your heart fluttering. you replayed that moment in your head until you fell asleep.

you shot straight up from your sleep in a sweat and a pool between your legs. you had never had such a vivid dream before, you looked at the clock and i was a quarter to one. you wiped the sweat from your forehead as you reminisced about your dream.

your lips met in a passionate and deep kiss. you were moaning and grunting as he teased your cunt with the tip of his member. you bucked your hips every time he would draw tight little circles on your clit. he smirked at every expression on your face. he knew what he was doing.

“OH-oBI wan mmmm please” you hisses out.

“tell me what you want, darling” he said in a possessive tone while running his hand up and down your stomach.

“you”

he growled at your words and lined himself up with your entrance, he kissed you as he pushes into you. capturing each other’s moans. you felt so full, that only aroused you more.

he took a minute before continuing so you could get used to his size and how he stretched you out. he grunted as he started to slowly pump into you. you were a moaning mess.

you shook your head, almost to shake the dream away. you shouldn’t be having these thoughts, he’s your closest friend, the jedi order, you couldnt-

you jumped as u heard a knock on your door.

“who in the hell could that be” you thought you opened your door and your eyes widened at the figure before you.

obi wan

he looked out of breath and his pupils were blown. “obi wan, w-what are you doing here this late?” you said looking anywhere but his eyes

“may i come in?” he said urgently

you gestured your hand for him to come inside. neither of you said anything for a good minute, just standing a few feet from each other. he finally spoke

“you look flustered, how long have you been up” he said glaring at you.

“i uh-i don’t know, uh 10 minutes maybe” you said still avoiding his gaze

“you know don’t you” he said taking a step closer.

“do i know what” your cheeks tinting a light red.

“yes you do” he said taking another step closer, backing you into the wall “and you projected it” your back hit the wall behind you. you noticed the bulge in his pants and your cheeks went from light red to blood red, you suddenly made eye contact at his words, mouth slightly agape

he smirked “oh, you didn’t know hm?” his hips were now pressed to yours, one leg pressed between yours, you could feel his erection on your inner thigh, you stifled a moan

“l-l-l didn’t know i could do that” you said breathlessly as he placed his hands on your hips and the other to your chin

he leaned down and was ghosting your neck “what do you want darling?” with that you whimpered and grinded on his leg, meeting his member on the way, he growled low in the crease of your neck.

you moaned quietly in his ear

“you”

he captured you lips on his, you whimpered at the taste of him. your hands flew to his hair, your fingers were tangled in it. he ran his tongue over your bottom lip and he entered your mouth with a moan

the feeling between your legs was getting unbearable, you broke the kiss and looked up at him through your lashes

“obi i need you....please” you begged breathlessly

he smirked and placed his forehead on yours “i know”

he started rubbing circles on your hips and making his way to the hem of your shirt

“i need you too” he said so close to your ear it made you shiver. he slowly took off your shirt, eyes dropping to your bare breasts, you didn’t sleep in a bra

you hissed at the sudden cool air, making your nipples hard. he licked his lips and took one of your breasts in his mouth, you moaned at the feeling, his hand went to the other breast. pulling and twisting at your sensitive nubs.

your hands went to his hair for leverage from the amazing feeling. he groaned against your breast and meet your gaze, that went straight to you core. your head flew back and hit the wall behind you, he took your breast out of his mouth and slowly kissed up from your breasts, to your neck, sucking and biting on his way to your jaw and finally meeting your lips

you grasped his robes as he made his way to your shorts. he took the hem in his fingers and slid your shorts down, you stepped out of them. he cupped where you needed him most. you bucked your hips at the sudden contact

“so wet” he growled in your ear “just for me, hm?”

he started rubbing your dripping cunt through your panties. every now and then grazing your clit.

“only mmm o-only for you” you moaned

“all mine” he said barely above a whisper. he suddenly stopped rubbing and picked you up from behind your thighs. you mewled at the feeling of your cunt grazing his still clothed member as your wrapped your legs around his waist, lightly grinding on the way to the bed. he lips never leaving yours.

he drops you on your bed and you land with an “oof” he kisses you tenderly and moans in you when you grind hard on his erect member

“you’re a nasty girl, arnt you darling?” he said while kissing down from your lips to your lower stomach, going lower and lower

your face turned red, you can’t help but whimper at his words. he pulls your panties down and moans at the sight of your dripping wet cunt

“so wet” he growled as he dipped between your legs. he threw one of your legs over his shoulder and spread your folds with his thumbs. he started lapping your dripping cunt. you arch your back and found your hands in his hair once more. you buck your hips on his mouth, which makes him moan into you.

he places his hand on your lower stomach to hold your hips in place while he tongue fucks you. this couldn’t be his first time, he was too good, too too good. you feel yourself coming to your climax. he takes his middle finger and covers it with your juices and pushes it into you, hitting places you never could.

“fff-fuck obi i’m gonna-fuck im mmm” you moan out thought pants

he speeds up his pace as he adds a second finger, curling them just right. he slides his other hand up your body and clasped his hand around your neck

“watch you pretty mouth, little one” he growled low in your ear

with his words and his hand around your neck, you felt your self clench around his fingers. “come for me darling” you threw your head back and arched your back, touching his torso, your vision went white and you saw stars. you came with a cry. he removed his fingers and dipped back down and collect your sweet release. you rode out your high and you started to breath at a steady pace. he removed his hand from your neck and he licked the last bit of your release and met your lips. you moaned as you tasted yourself on his tongue.

“you’re so beautiful when you come around my fingers” he said kissing your neck where his hand had left a red mark. you whimper at his sweet gesture.

“obi wan” you breath out as u feel his erect member become more erect if that was even possible “let me help you” you say as you palm his hard member. he whimpers and groans in your neck at the feeling. he kisses you fast, then sits up to take off his robes, you can’t help but stare at his very toned chest, you run your hands up his arm muscles and down his torso, lightly scratching along the way. he takes your hands from his and kisses your palms.

he stands up and sheds himself of his pants and underwear. his erect member sprang free, hitting his lower stomach. your mouth waters at the sight of the tip of his member red and leaking of pre come, he smirks at your expression. he gets back on top of you and kisses you deep, sliding his tongue and swirling it around your own. you take your small and soft hand flat against the tip of his member and gather some pre come and wrap your hand around him and start to slowly pump him. his head fell to your shoulders and pants against your skin. you started to pump faster but obi wan grabbed your wrist to stop you.

“if you continue with that, we will be done here” he said as he kissed your hand

“oh-uh right sorry” you say, your cheeks turning a light shade of red. he leans down to peck your lips and whispers “don’t be darling”

he takes his member in his hand and runs it along your folds gathering your wetness. you moan and gasp, grasping his shoulders.

“is this how you imagined yourself under me, hm? a moaning mess?” you gasp as he circles the tip of his member around your clit.

“ye-yes oh yes” you say thought you’re pants “please mmm please obi wan” you beg as he continues to tease you. he pumped himself a few times with a growl before lining himself up with your entrance.

he places both of his forearms beside your head to keep himself steady. he kisses you and he slowly entered you. you both moaned in unison. just like your dream, you felt so full. he took a minute for you to adjust. once you did he started slowly pumping in you. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he hit just the right spots. his breath was hot on your neck as he pumped faster into you, he snakes his arm around your waist to hit you even deeper. his praises he growled in your ear made your back arch right onto his torso

“your so tight” “your so beautiful wrapped around my cock”

with that he sped up his pace, making you come closer to coming for the second time that night, you felt a coil build up in your stomach

“ri-right there OH ob-obi wan” you breathed out through your pants “i’m OH i’m mmm close” he feels your walls clench around him.

his grip on your waist tightens, definitely going to leave bruises. he licks his thumb and put pressure on your clit. “come on my cock darling” you came undone with his simple words. you came with the scream of his name which would have woken up the entire jedi order if you didn’t cover your mouth. his thrusts became sloppy and his breath became erratic.

“where do yo-“he pants between breaths before he was cut off “inside”

he came with a growl and a moan of your name falling from his lips. you loved the way your name sounded from his lips. he painted your walls white with his release, his hips stuttered has he rode out his high. your room is filled with the sound of the both of you catching your breath. he kisses your cheek sweetly and pulls out of you. you feel empty without him. he falls beside you.

he pulls you on top of him, your head resting on his torso. his chin resting at the top of your head, listing to his heart beat. “oh...obi i’m going to crush you”

“oh please” he said teasingly as he played with your hair. “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that”

“me too” you purred into his chest. he kisses the top of your head and started rubbing your back.

“sleep, i’ll be here, i promise”

#obi wan smut #padawan obi wan #obi wan x reader #obi wan oneshot #obi wan imagine #obi wan kenobi smut

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planetjisungie · 4 years ago

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détester- l.dh

characters; slytherin! haechan x gryffindor! reader ft. gryffindor! mark (its just a given at this point) and slytherin! jisung

summary; enemies to lovers, you and donghyuck had always just hated eachother. you dont know when it started, or why it started but it was starting to get annoying.

an; i WILL finish my hogwarts series tonight we only have chenle left but now we have more fluff than actual crack because simon says is playing

congratulations you have reached gryffindor level you lucky prick

only the finest gryffindor

you are the embodiment of courage, literally if there was a ditch and someone fell down while everyone was too scared to help them, youd dive in before they could even say ‘dumbledore’

and you just so happen to be the younger sister of mark lee

the infamous mark lee,, that is

lucky prick part 2

but one thing made you seem not so lucky

your sworn enemy, lee donghyuck

or haechan as he liked to be called because apparently all evil villains needed a fake name

thats what you said anyway, he just liked the name haechan for its meaning

but he was also the emodiment of a slytherin, ambitious, cunning, resourceful and he was a pretty damn good leader

hence him being the captain of the quidditch team (no we are not going down the jisung route)

you didnt actually know when you started hating him, in your first year he had just decided to tie your poor, poor cat like a pig for roasting (he was in his second year already)

mr snuggles was traumatized

after that day it was small things to annoy you

like when he put hair dye in your conditioner bottle, resulting in your hair turning out a seafoam green colour

which you actually didnt mind so the joke was really on him, you pulled that shit off

or when he put spiders in your school shoes

that was unpleasant

and he also put a cockroach in your pocket, scaring your poor best friend who was terrified of the creatures

jisung was shaking, he hates cockroaches

to this day you still didnt know why he was a slytherin, but you guessed it was because he was a pureblood, very ambitious and resourceful but not so scary

but today was no exception

you walked towards the gryffindor table, robe billowing behind you as if you were walking in a movie

you were a lee sibling, you were both good at literally everything and deserved all the praise on earth

you fucking go girl, i stan

jisung sat at your table, the gryffindors appeared not to mind, especially as he was actually super nice

"y/n haechan told me to give you this"

ah there it was

the small hufflepuff girl handed you the letter before scurrying off back to her table

"y/n im scared"

jisung was already frightened of what that letter would hold

and you were a good friend, who knew no good would come from that letter

so you shoved it in your pocket, letting it crumple up before turning back to your breakfast

rip donghyuck

that was a fat L for our boy

he just wanted your attention

at first at least, he just wanted to be noticed by you so he pulled the cat stunt, making sure he didn’t actually harm the creature because he is still a decent human being and the grey furry animal did nothing to him

but now he had taken things too far

and he realised that after the stunt he pulled which resulted in you

yes, you, the brave, courageous gryffindor, crying

yeah he fucked up

he casted an illusion spell that infiltrated your sleep, creating nightmares with your deepest fears

and he regretted that

prank gone wrong *nearly killed her* (not clickbait)

you were still pissed at him for that

but that letter in your pocket was no ordinary letter

it was a confession letter, because he; yes him, the infamous slytherin, was too scared to talk to you about it in person

yet you literally just crushed his heart

which he kinda deserved to be fair

but jisung sent you a grateful smile and you went back to your conversation of which cereal brand was better

the answer is obviously lucky charms or frosted shreddies pengers mate

so our baby slytherin needed to find another way to get his feelings across because he was failing

and brother mark was: not happy

mark was a friend of haechan but despite his complaints every goddamn time that he needed to stop his stupid jokes that weren’t actually jokes, he didnt listen

maybe he shouldve listened

mark knows best

apart from jenos fic, mark was a real bitch but this is mark 2.0

mark really doesnt know best

anyways moving on

its time for innovative hyuck™️

so its back to the drawing room, sitting next to yuta (his head boy) to discuss the next plan of action

cutie yuta felt that haechan opening up to him about his feelings was the biggest achievement during his time at hogwarts

so right, the next plan

it was to leave flowers on your bed and then when you turned around to see who put them there (hypothetically) he would be there and he could make his outstanding apology

but of course, this isnt some fanfiction where everything goes right

who do you take me for?

so later that day he gathered his flowers, tying them in a cute dark green ribbon

staying with the slytherin theme

and he put them on your bed

they were some seriously nice flowers

you noticed them as soon as you walked in and your heart swelled

unfortunately that wasnt the only thing that swelled

you were allergic to pollen, and your eyes had puffed up slightly, itching a little and you had some sniffles

that was another L for hyuck

and he ran, he fucking booked it out of his little hiding spot back to his common room aka the dungeon

"YUTA I FAILED"

"how the fuck do you fail giving someone flowers hyuck?"

"shes fucking allergic"

so you never found out who gave you flowers

but

but you did keep them, despite your obvious physical irritation to them

they were pretty :(((

so you pressed them into a random notebook you found, because seriously you couldnt just chuck them out

unfortunately for hyuck, he was not so slick to mark who narrowed his eyes on the boy

he knew something was up

what kind of torture device was flowers ?? this was too soft

and so he found out that the same boy who had been making your life a little

how should i say

s p i c y

had a fat crush on you and was just a pouty baby who wanted your love and attention

cute

mark didnt know whether to support this?? like ?? he knew that underneath your front of disliking the long legged boy, you had some feelings, maybe small but they were there

you wouldve called it fondness

because

i promise youre not a sadist or masochist

but you would see him in class

he was very focused and had a beautiful smile

and laugh

he may come across a little... stand offish and arrogant at first but hes actually a kind soul

from how he made a mess in the grand hall but when he thought everyone was gone, he stayed behind to help clean it, having fun conversations with the staff (elves? who tf cleans the great hall??)

that goddamn melodious laughter constantly ringing in your head

shawtys like a melody in my head

but moving on

you noticed the pranks he pull decreased

and that was because he was spending time with yuta and mark, planning the perfect, foolproof (unfortunately not jeno this time) way to confess

and he sent you small smiles ?? what ??

this is so unlike the hyuck you knew

like he did a 180

i did a full 180 baby crazy

i said this was gonna be less crackish but when regular comes on and you hear jaehyuns queso line you cant not feel qUirKy

(bbq- bb—s mY DIAMONDS I DONT NEED NO LIGHT TO SHINE- jungwoo)

okay so the next plan

you loved quidditch too, mainly because your brother was the captain for the gryffindor team

so the plan was for you to attend the slytherin v gryffindor match and

mark somewhat willingly agreed to have a friendly match so that hyuck could show off his skills

this was an awful plan

because it was raining the day of the match

so you and jisung huddled together for warmth, shivering as you watched the match

and hyuck couldnt feel worse, he felt like you were now going to be sick because of him

damn, you really couldnt catch a break

the groan of pure frustration yuta let out was amusing at least

he was just as invested in this as haechan at this point

like he was germinating a seed??? he was fathering this relationship

so with another L, haechan felt super super bad

and this baby cooked for you

he got his best friend jaemin to teach him how to make chicken soup

because you were actually not a herbivore

(thats the category i put vegans and vegetarians in)

omnivore tings

so he carried his little pot of soup, his fingers kind of burning as it was piping hot

he legit walked right past a suffering jisung in the slytherin dorm, the pot of soup still in hand not even sparing a thought about taking pity on the poor kid and giving him some

so he walked to your dorm, being let in by mark who was being big bro™️ and looking after your sick ass

you looked dead

pale skin, eyes closed, lips tinted blue, your body was shivering but you felt fucking boiling

peak peak times

but haechan still thought you looked gorgeous

mark vacated the dorms, leaving to his lessons so hyuck could look after you

this wasnt a plan ?? but hyuck rolled with it

setting his lil pot down he sat in a seat next to you, staring at your asleep awake form with closed eyes

his eyes held so much love and adoration for you, you really are lucky

he took off his robe, just sitting there in his shirt, trousers and green tie and watching you sleep

you were actually awake, just vibing and breathing to stay alive

and he had a lot on his chest

"i know ive been a massive prick to you and im really sorry. i know you’re asleep right now but im too much of a coward to say this to your face. i really only just wanted your attention because i seem to have feelings for you and i am sincerely sorry for going about it the wrong way"

your ears were {}

wide open

boy were you listening and taking this all in

oh shit

realizashun xx

so you fluttered your eyes open gently, watching his face morph into an expression of pure terror from his previous one of literal love

*whipping noise*

"youre awake!" he squeaked out, eyes darting around the room to look at anything but you

which you couldnt help but smile at

shifting to the side in your bed slightly, you lifted the covers, lazily patting the now open space

"c’mere"

your voice was kind of croaky and hoarse

that made hyuck feel guilty

baby it wasn’t your fault

but he complied, kicking off his leather school shoes and sliding besides you, staying as far away from you as possible

not to offend you, his heart was just going a million miles a second and there was no way you wouldn’t be able to hear it

this boy was like blushy sausage face part 2

arrogant hyuck has left the chat

you pouted seeing him shuffle away from you, shuffling to move yourself closer instead

power move, he either had to cuddle with you or fall off the bed

"can we just forget what i said earlier?"

that made you frown

the fuck?

hell no

"hyuck wait-"

"no dont bring it up its embarrassing"

whiny baby is back

"hyuck i-"

"nope nope nope nope"

"LET ME SPEAK FOR FUCKS SAKE"

he had no choice but to listen

your voice sounded strained already and he didnt want to make you feel worse

"i have feelings for you too you big baby"

double take

you what now?

haechans mouth just kinda froze open

so you shut his jaw gently

cant let him get jaw ache

"wait what?"

his soul has returned

he felt elated, completely happy, dare i say like he was high on a drug and said drug was not THC it was your TLC (LMAO GET IT IM PROUD OF THAT)

and so thats how mark returned to your dorm room to see you and hyuck cuddled in your bed, your head laying on his chest as his chin rested on your head, nuzzling into your hair (which was still half seafoam green might i add)

hyuck wasnt awake to celebrate, so yumark had their own small celebration, counting this as their success

you only found out he had put the flowers on your bed about two months after you started dating

a month after that you read the letter he gave you

#nct #nct dream #mark #mark lee #jisung #jisung park #nct hogwarts au #no eun this time 😔#fucking finally this one took longer than an hour to write #haechan #donghyuck #hyuck #gryffindor reader

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izzyfandoms · 4 years ago

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Thomile - Scary

(This is one of 36 Halloween-themed ficlets I'm posting today! One for every sides/Remy/Emile/Thomas ship plus creativitwins!)

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Thomas was one more creaky floorboard away from completely giving up and telling his friends that their dares were dumb and stupid and that he didn't need to prove his bravery to them. And what adults dared their friends to break into abandoned, spooky houses, anyway?

(Remus and Remy, apparantly. But the question Thomas had asked himself was rhetorical, so he didn't really need to answer it, even just in his head.)

Thomas took another step up the old, rotting staircase. It creaked noisily, just as every single other step had, and he winced as the sound echoed throughout the whole, creepy house.

All he had to do was make it to the bedroom, take something from it as proof, and then he could return to his friends. They could go back to their apartment, and finally prepare for Remus's brother's Halloween party.

The thought of finding new roommates who did not dare him to do terrifying things did cross Thomas's mind, but he pushed it away. He did love his friends, even if they could be annoying at times.

Perhaps running through the house as quickly as possible would have been the smartest move, but Thomas was afraid of falling through the rotting floorboards, so he decided that being slow and quiet was his best bet.

He reached the top of the staircase, and paused as he looked around the shadow-filled hallway. Most of the doors were slightly ajar, showing glimpses dusty floors and broken furniture and not much else.

Thomas took a deep breath, clenching his hands into fists to steady himself and calm his nerves.

It did not work.

He sighed, and pushed open the closest door, which was the only one that had been closed.

The room was cold - somehow even colder than the rest of the house - and Thomas shivered despite the jacket he wore. The window was boarded up, but light still streamed in through the gaps in the boards, and Thomas was suddenly relieved that he wasn't doing this at night.

Thomas felt glued to the spot, like some unknown force was keeping him in place, despite his desire to move. There was something... off... about this room.

There had been something off about the whole house, in fact, but something in this room made him parcticularly uncomfortable. He both wanted to freeze in place and run far, far away, but he couldnt yet figure out why.

It took a moment for him to realise that there wasn't a single speck of dust in the room, whereas the rest of the house was covered in dust, including the floor. This room had been used. Recently.

But no one had walked up these stairs in a long, long time. And there was no way to climb through the boarded-up window.

No one had come in for a while. And no one had come out for just as long.

But someone had been there, someone had kept the dust from covering the floor and the furniture.

Were they still there?

Thomas's breath stuttered.

Screw the dare, screw taking something from the bedroom, Thomas was getting out of this house, right now.

He turned around, ready to run out through the doorway, but the door suddenly slammed in his face before he could.

Thomas leapt back, jolting and yelping in shock.

"What the-"

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you, I just-" a voice behind him sighed. "It's been so long since I had a visitor."

Thomas spun around, his eyes wide.

Right beside the bed, there was now stood a man who certainly had not been there before. He looked, well... he didn't actually look scary in the slightest.

He was wearing a cardigan and a pastel pink tie, and though his chest didn't move (like it would have if he was breathing), he was blinking and smiling cheerfully at Thomas. He wasn't intimidating, and he definitely didn't look like a threat.

Any words Thomas wanted to say stuck in his throat, and couldn't even reach his lips.

"Um... uh..."

The man tilted his head. "Is everything okay?" He asked softly, his brow creasing in concern.

Thomas swallowed.

"Who are you?"

The man's eyes brightened, and he straightened up, his smile returning.

"I'm Emile. Picani. Emile Picani. It's nice to meet you! What's your name?"

"Um... Thomas."

"It's nice to meet you, Thomas."

"Right, uh..." Thomas glanced around the room, searching for answers that he could not find. "So... you live here?"

Emile giggled, his laughs sounding more like bells than any sound that should have been able to come out of a person's mouth. It was off-putting, and didn't seem to match his handsome face and soft clothing.

There was a beat.

"Did- did I, um... did I say something funny?" Thomas asked awkwardly.

Emile smiled sympathetically. "Sorry," he apologised. "I didn't mean to laugh at you. I just... 'live' is a- uh, an interesting word choice."

Thomas blinked.

All of a sudden, Emile flickered, turning transparent for just a moment, before appearing solid again.

Thomas jumped and stumbled, his back hitting and rattling the closed door.

Emile's expression crumbled.

"Oh- oh gosh, I'm so sorry. I'm really sorry. I- I didn't mean to scare you, I just got excited." He flicked his wrist, and the door flew open again. Thomas only just managed not to fall through. "You can- you can leave, if you like."

Thomas stared at the man he was now pretty sure was a ghost. He almost wanted to ask, but he didn't know if asking would go against some kind of ghost etiquette.

"Um... do you... want me to leave?"

Emile blinked. "No, no! Of course not. I just... you seen kinda scared."

"Well, I mean, you're a ghost, right?"

Emile nodded. "Yeah? I've, um... I've kinda been here for a while. No one's come to visit me for a long time."

"That must get lonely."

"A- a little bit," Emile said, fiddling awkwardly with his sleeves. "But it's okay. It can't be helped, you know."

Thomas could already feel that he was about to make a decision that would probably end up badly for him. But, of course, his heart was too big, and he was already feeling sorry for this nice ghost guy, and couldn't stand the idea of leaving him so lonely.

"Can't you leave?" Thomas asked. "I mean, if you're lonely..."

"I can't. I wish I could, but..." Emile trailed off, his expression turning sad and wistful. "I can't. I'm stuck here for an eternity."

"Oh..."

There was a moment of silence.

"I could come back, if you like," Thomas offered, wondering if he would regret it, but already starting to grow fond of Emile. "Maybe we could be friends?"

Emile's eyes widened.

"Friends?" He exclaimed. "I haven't had a friend in a really long time."

"Yeah, friends."

"Ooh, do you like cartoons?" Emile asked him excitedly. "I used to watch them all the time when I was alive, but that was, oh, a few decades ago. I have no idea what new ones there are now."

"Oh, I like cartoons! I could-" Thomas began to reach for the phone that was in his jacket pocket, but he stopped himself. "I have some friends waiting for me outside, but... I could come back tomorrow, if you want. I could bring my phone, and we could watch some cartoons."

"Really? Oh, wow! Gosh, if I could hug you right now I would totally do that, Thomas. It's been a while since I last talked to someone as nice as you."

"Yeah. You're nice, too, Emile. I'm- I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow."

Emile smiled softly. "Me, too."

Thomas's heart skipped a beat in his chest. This ghost... wasn't scary at all.

In fact, he was... cute. Very cute.

And Thomas couldn't wait to see him again.

#me #writing #thomile #sanders sides #cartoon therapy #emile picani #thomas sanders #character thomas #fluff #human au #ghost au

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idjitlili · 4 years ago

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Firework

Kili x modern!reader

Summary: The company turning silent at the random lyrics you quietly say to yourself.

wordcount:2674

"Do you ever feel like a plastic bag Drifting thought the wind Wanting to start again" you had whispered to yourself ,not knowing the company had begin quieting down ,as you really didn't speak much,it's not surprising really being thrown into a different world not knowing if you ever get back home.You felt like Kim jong un ,in the interview. Damn you had wished to be James franco.

"Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Like a house of cards One blow from caving in

Do you ever feel already buried deep Six feet under scream But no one seems to hear a thing." you still hadnt realised the company was dearly concerned and silent as they heard you spit out these things,they felt horrible they couldnt help. Deciding you didnt want to speak all of the lyrics to firework,you just skipped the the end.

The company were about to hear some purposely bad singing,you did it because it's more fun,singing in a horrible low man pitch or a high squeaky pitch.it was great in your opinion ,to annoy people.

"Baby you're a firework Come on let your colors burst Make 'em go "OOOh.oh, oh!" You're gonna leave 'em fallin' DOwn down down BOOOOM,BOOOOM,BOOM" shouting each boom like a dinosaur ,oh by the way you were in a lake bathing.

"Even brighter than the moon, moon, MOOOOON Boom, BOOM, boom Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon." you had turned around to see the whole company rushing towards you with their weapons in hand,your face flashed red,you had used your arms to cover your breasts,you had finished bathing anyways. GRabbing your towel from the side on a rock now covering yourself with that.

"have you heard of privacy?" you had spoke walking out of the water,onto the rocky ground,damn dwayne,the company had looked shocked at your rudeness.

"We heard shouting, we thought you were in danger, lass."bofur had piped up,luckily Gandalf hadnt bothered to check on you knowing you just doing you,same with some of the other dwarves aka Bombur ,Balin ,OIn, and a couple of the others that didn't think you were in danger.

"bRuh,you know I could've been being down something else and bOOm ,I don't you to see that ,or I could have been bleeding out my god darn VAGINA!" okay so you were a little mad,KIli had smirked raising his eyebrows ,when you had said the first thing,you had blushed looked away from him

They had simply muttered apologies to you ,before walking away,yeah they were a little embarrassed as they hadn't seen you burst out like that being ,you always kept everything to yourself ,mostly not wanting to anger Thorin. You thought that they had all left turning to drop your towel to dress;yet someone had cleared their throat. You had turned like sonic ,to see the youngest dwarven prince standing a couple of steps a way,you were glad he had let his presence known otherwise he would've gotten a whole view of your cake. You just stared at the dwarf who stared back still smirking.

"that was some lovely singing." bruh why did they all rush to yo,thinking you were being stabbed then? "that wasn't bloody singing ,screaming." you had grumbled out walking closer to him pushing him to face away ,when he had turned slightly back you had glared at him. Allowing you to get dressed ,god darn it was chilly. "I would like to hear you scream sometime ,how about it?" you had scoffed at him playfully ,you knew he was just joking but it was horrible to be led on. LIttle to his knowledge you knew about that scene with the male elf ,you hadn't watched the hobbit it many years ,and that smaug was pretty much all you could remember right now.

"it's not like you got time ,oh darn those male elves." you had spoken doing a very rude gesture ,not that he could see but you were dressed mostly now, "oh your high cheekbones, and oooh ah your perfect skin,and those mhmm tight little asses." in with that that you had snuck up on the prince cupping his ass in your hands ,before swiftly leaving the dwarf in a certain bone city. He had not expected that from you, he thought you were shy,well you were ,you were just comfortable around him.

Neither had talked to each other for a couple of days and you knew Gandalf was leading you all to Rivendell but that was a secret. You felt like being attacked by orcs was the perfect time to sing wrecking ball horribly and dance to which fighting off orcs. You all had been hiding behind a rock when you had began quietly speaking the lyrics.

"We clawed, we chained, our hearts in vain We jumped, never asking why We kissed, I fell under your spell A love no one could deny.." so quickly only kili,fili maybe bilbo could hear as they were all next to you,Thorin had told kili to shoot one down,indeed he did but you just felt like being a wrecking ball today.

"Don't you ever say I just walked away I will always want you I can't live a lie, running for my life I will always want you" you had became slightly louder drawing the others questions as you turned to kili ,gently putting your hands on his face ,as he looked at you like you had just pooped in the shower instead of a toilet,pulling your hands down and to your sides like Tom Holland on lip sync.

You had quickly rushed to the edge of the rock spotting an orc on a warg ,spriniting after it dagger in hand ,shouting:

"I CAME IN LIKE A wRECKING BALL" Boom the orc was dead as you had jumping on it ,slicing your daggers mentally shouting ljust like drax in Guadians of the galaxy two. You had been so quickly been pulled off that orc by KIli as he ushered you to run with the company ,pulling you along by the hand. "What were you doing?!" he had spoken quite angrily.

"Don't you ever say I just walked away I will always want you I can't live a lie, running for my life I will always want you," bruh these lyrics were too similar to the situation you were in right now. He had scoffed against the wind,not being able to resist to crack a small smile for whatever reason.

Anyways soon you had reached Rivendell and just as you had fortold Kili was into the male elves,he had twirked up a side of his lips closing an eye to gesture the ellon behind him,god. You had been sat next to him ,Bofur on the other side of him. Kili was trying to cover up that he actually liked the elves ,due to his uncle and Dwalin and their judgemental galances."though that one isn't bad." he had smirked making Bilbo choke ,and the company burst out into loud laughter. Kili's face red in embarrassment,you had made eye contact with Fili who you would tell often about his brothers love of the male elves.

You had smirked ,mouthing "what did I say?" before doing the same hand gesture as before of jerking someone off,you tried to not let KIili see,but soon he had noticed ,you had just grinned nervously at his unimpressed face ,using that hand to slip the wine awkwardly. After a few minutes you had piped up to Bilbo to try remove the tension between you and Kili. "so.....Uh Bilbo have you tried Lembas bread?"gaining his attention,shaking his head no ,then the elves started their song again causing several dwarves to groan.

"I feel like I'm at a funeral." Nori spoke up in annoyance,while Oin had stuffed a napkin into his trumpet,"Did someone die?" ,Bofur had stood up standing on a table in which in around 77 years will be sat the ring of power. "There's one one thing for it ,lads. plus one lass" aha you were recognised for once as part of the company. Kili had nudged you in the side with his elbow briefly before whispering "maybe you should sing with him ,or maybe we should get a chamber together after this ,and I can hear you scream." you had turned into a beet ,pincing him hard, as a small moan come out of his parted lips,before Bofur started singing.

"There's an inn, there's an inn, there's a merry old inn, Beneath an old grey hill ; And there they brew a beer so brown That the Man in the Moon himself came down One night to drink his fill.

The ostler has a tipsy cat That plays a five-stringed fiddle ; And up and down he saws his bow Now squeaking high, Now purring low;

Now sawing in the middle So the cat on the fiddle played a hey-diddle-diddle A jig that would wake the dead ; He squeaked and he sawed and he quickened the tune, While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon :

"It's after three !", he said." just as Bofur finished dancing and singing wonderfully ,god his voice ,anyways Kili was about to throw a roll /cake thing at Lindir ,you had grabbed his arm before he could. You knew it was a food fight but throwing it at that elf didn't seem right,when he offered nothing but kindness.Kili had looked at you questionly ,"his hair looks like it took him long time ,it wouldnt be right,plus he looks your type ,you wouldn't want to screw your chances already." you had grinned at him,only to throw the thing right at Lindir's chest,ruining his shirt.

You had stood up straight away grabbing a napkin,rushing to him,you had smile at him once you had gotten close to him."uhh..LOrd Elrond,can your marchwaden and I be excused?" you weren't going to explain it furthur as it was clear,Lindir expression was still in disgust of the dwarf actions,yet Elrond's was soft. "of course," he had stated simply causing you to grab Lindir by the arm pulling him to the hall in hopes of finding some water.

"I am so sorry about your shirt,I tried to stop him." you spoke passing him the napkin to try remove the cake ,in which he took."My lady ,I appricate your effort,however I assure you worse has occured to me ," his voice smooth as ice,as you reached a foutain he dipped the napkin a little to help remove the cake ,he was very handsome. "you like that dwarf don't you ,my lady,I hope I am not being too bold,if so please say." you had sat on the wall of the fountain ,as did he ,you had blushed at his words.

UNknowningly to you a bunch of dwarves were heading this way,stripping to bathe in the fountain.

"No,no that isn't too bold ,,it is true." before either of you can speak there is a roar of laughter and huge splash in the fountain soaking both you and LIndir ,both of you had turned around to see a very naked Kili alongside most of the dwarves. You had pulled LIndir to stand up ,you were blushing hard. "whatever you do ,don't look down."you had whispered to Lindir who didn't say anything ,as someone had tapped your shoulder,when I say think of that hippo from madagascar getting out of the water that is exactly what it looks like now. His hair slicked back,the sun glinting on the water droplets on his muscular body.

"hey ,LIndir is it?Can I talk to y/n?"KIli had sent killer glares to the tall elf,you had pinched kili again to try get him to show some manners. "when this quest is over,Lindir I will sure to return with a new shirt for you." in with that he had smiled at you before leaving you with a very naked prince,you tried to not look ,just trying to look annoyedly at the dwarf who just sorta smirked at you.

"really? you didnt ev-please put some bloody pants on"you had shouted at the dwarf in annoyance ,he did have a full package and you couldn't help but glance he had chuckled at you. "oh so you checked me out,I'm honoured." he had smirked even wider than you thought was possible,turning into bloody pennywises nose. "..uh...." before you could even think of what to say,he had scooped you up into his arms before throwing you into the water,you had gasped now soaked,you had pulled kili over by his foot only for him to fall right on top of you. His bare chest against your soaking tunic ,and his pipe was on your bare stomach ,where your tunic had risen up ,his eyes looking back into his shocked ones. THe water well over your face ,as you were both underwater.

Well that was until Dwalin had pulled Kili off you ,and Fili had helped you up to stand in the water.Dwalin was fuming at the prince's behaviour," If ye gonna court the lass do it bloody properly,show some bloody respect instead of shoving ye cock on her." he had shouted at the embarrassed dwarf ,who just gulped in response,you didnt want to see anyones cock like this really. "Thank you ,Dwalin but I didnt pull him over," you had spoken quietly ,grabbing kili by the arm ,walking out of the fountain and away.

"where are you taking me?" he had questioned trying to catch up with your rushing steps."to my room ,while I go get your bloody clothes;you will do as I say." and that is it he did not question as you left him in your room returning shortly with his stuff ,as he got changed you began running yourself a bath. You had sat him on the edge of your bed as you stood infront of the youngest dwarven prince.

"Here's the deal if you want to to court me , you will apologise to Lindir ,and you will court me properly like supposed to do. You are very charming and everything I do not wish to be messed around and I... do like you ,next time if you want my attention dont.. flash me in front of everyone .So what do you say to that , KIli?" you had let out with some pauses to rethink certain points before saying them ,looking at the dwarven prince you stared back at you with loving gaze.

"I agree to your deal,will you accept me courting you,y/n/n?"he had stood up ,holding your hands gently in his,you had nodded pressing your lips to his briefly,before pointing to the door. "now go to LIndir while I bath ,then you can braid my hair,"

Maybe you weren't a plastic bag ,cuz god makes no mistakes ,you are beautiful in your own way.

This imagine took longer than I thought ,but I have dedicated this to my two bestfriends jorja and Blake who have been here for me most of highschool,and jorja for 8 years. MOstly blake because of all the lady gaga references I put in this because he hooked me , I remember dancing on the bus with blake after a school trip,and after a drama perfomance and during a drama performance. Singing phineas and ferb together. I remember jorja slapping me in the face with herbs and I remember her chasing me after she said i got no titties ,and graphite. Too my best buds.

#kili x reader #kili x y/n #kili x you #the hobbit kili #kili imagine #kili imagines #kili the dwarf #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit imagine #the hobbit #the hobbit x y/n #the hobbit x you #hobbit x reader #hobbit x y/n #hobbit x you #hobbit imagine #hobbit imagines

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mrsjokerphoenix · 5 years ago

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CHAPTER 2- ONE KISS LESS

ARTHUR/JOKER x YOU

Summary: you’re a rouge CIA psychiatrist who is also involved in arms dealing.hired by Jokers right hand man, Gary, to break him out of Arkham. You go undercover to as a state psychiatrist after Quinn steps down as lead DR but still works under you on his case even though she never shows much interest and leaves during the meetings.Its been a year since you got to Gotham and have everything prepared for Arthur to escape but both of you have fallen in love and he asks you to runaway with him. Now you have to decide between the love of your life or building your empire.

A/N: i know it starts off slow but I have big plans for chapter 3 which might be the last who knows. Any feedback or constructive criticism is welcome! Hope you Enjoy 😊

“Turn the headlights off so we dont draw attention” you advised the driver as he pulled up the warehouse.

You had stayed up all contemplating if leaving with Arthur or Joker as he is known, would be a good idea.You wanted to rip your hair out thinking of all the what ifs. “Fuck it.” You said as you went into your closet to get your suitcase. Your heart was racing a thousand beats a minute and you couldnt stop smiling. Euphoria rushing through you like lava jumping and dancing hardly containing your excitement. “Had you ever been happier in your life?” You questioned. You packed just the basics you could always buy stuff later on. Ringing up the driver letting him know to pick you up at 8:00 on the dot. He had taken you to the warehouse before when you were looking for spots where Arthur could go and leave undetected.

“We’re here ms. L/N.” You were shaking and felt your hands get clammy. So much adrenaline occupied your body, but it would all be worth it. Finally getting your happy ending and building the future you and Arthur had talked about and planned all year. Reaching to open the door you saw the black SUV pull up in front of the warehouse. You had parked beside one of the abandoned buildings so no one could spot your car just incase. One of the doors opened. Watching intently, you knew once you saw him it would give you all the courage and reassurance you needed and that you were making the right decision.

“No , it cant be.” Disbelief washed over you as you witnessed the scene taking place in-front of you.

Cold. An ice cold wave washed over the glorious warmth you were feeling seconds before. In disbelief you saw Dr.Quinn get out of the SUV followed by Arthur. He had his red suit on and face paint perfectly applied. His once salt pepper hair was now green and slicked back to perfection. He looked just as beautiful and alluring as the videos and pictures you had seen. You couldn’t process what was going on. Your mind went straight into shock. If only earth could swallow you whole right now.

“Take me home now! GO!” You screamed at the driver, rage filling your voice.

Was this some sick joke? This couldn’t have possibly been Arthur, your sweet caring Arthur. Maybe it was and he just had to pull a Joker on you? God you had been so naive. Were they in on this together? Is that why she didnt want anything to do with his case? Was she pretending the whole time? Nothing made sense, so many questions flooded your mind. Not moving an inch the whole ride back all you could do was stare at the seat in front of you, snapping out of it when your driver opened the door.

Finally back at home. The atmosphere was dark and lonelier than you remembered. Heading straight to the bar pulling out a bottle of vodka. Maybe alcohol will kill everything you felt for him and erase the memories but all it did was make the numbness more palpable . You weren’t going to shed a tear for him ever again you promised yourself. The cold hard exterior you were known for was coming back.

The ringing of your phone woke you up from your alcohol induced sleep. “Shit” scrambling to find the loud device. Arkham had been calling all morning. 15 missed calls. “They probably know Arthur is missing by now and found his stand in you thought .”

“Hello?” You answered the phone trying to sound professional and not like you were still drunk from last nights bottle.

“Hi Dr.L/N, sorry to bother i know yesterday was your last day but we have an emergency Arthur Fleck seems to have escaped. We need you here ASAP.” The voice on the other line was the chief of psychiatry. Trying to yourself from puking as the memories of last night decided to make an appearance all at once.

“Ill head out right now.” Giving him your best concerned voice.

You had practiced this before, you knew exactly what to do so why were you so nervous? “Get it together.” You told yourself out loud. Getting ready in record time out the front door you went.

You walked into the board room. It was full of panicked staff and cops. “God I need some coffee.” You thought to yourself while rubbing your temples. Spotting the coffee station you walked over. Maybe this well help this horrible hangover and muster up a convincing performance.

“Thank you all for being here.” The chief expressed bringing the room to a hush. “ it seems that Arthur Fleck has escaped Arkham with the help of Dr.Harley Quinn.”

You almost chocked on your coffee. “How would they know he left with Dr.Quinn,” Confused you attentively listened.

“Somehow a look a like was put in as a double to throw the staff off and we don’t know how long he has been gone or if he is even in Gotham. We would like for everyone to cooperate with the police so we can get to the bottom of this.” His voice stern. One by one everyone was being called into the Chief’s office.

“Well stay in touch and call you if we need further information.” The officer smiled as he lead me out of the room. “Yes please do, ill be back in D.C. but please don’t hesitate to call if anything comes up.” giving him a slight smile and handshake.

They made copies of your year long notes on the case and you managed every question flawlessly. Everything worked out better then expected. Harley had signed off for every session that was done and you had even typed up her own notes so it would appear that she was present for all of them. There would be no suspicion that you were involved. Your job was done and now it was time to head back to D.C.

You called your assistant to get your bags and the plane ready. we’re heading back home. “Empires don’t build themselves!” You jokingly told her. Your smile vanishing as you hung up. He still managed to occupy every space in your mind. There was no escaping it. Would you ever see him again? Deep down you hoped he finds happiness even if its not with you.

The driver pulled up to the plane awaiting to take you home after a long year. The familiar knot tried to fight its way back into your throat but you wouldn’t let it. Climbing up the steps you stopped before walking into the plane and looked back. For such a grimey city it sure does have beautiful sunsets.

“Goodbye Gotham, Goodbye Arthur.”

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fullsunhyuckie · 6 years ago

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things he said through his teeth. artist!renjun

for as long as you could remember, you strongly disliked renjun. he was everything you’re not. smart. talented. funny. nice. (but not to you) the two of you attended the same school all the way till college. you shared 4 classes with him, history, literature, math and art, all of which he was better than you in.

you dislike how much he brags about how good he is. dont get me wrong. you know he’s good, you just dont want to admit that. you dislike the fact that he brings around his sketchbook and treats it like an actual person. his group of friends only consists of 3 other teenage boys but he saves 5 seats for lunch because ‘the sketchbook needs a seat too, dumbass.’ you even saw him talking to his book one time. insane.

you dislike the fact that he always stares at you as he draws on his book. and when u catch him doing that, he will immediately raise an eyebrow as if mocking at your inability to do anything. you know that he always makes it an effort to one up you. thats why you dislike the fact that he looks at you so much even though you dont know why. but i mean thats how it works. when you strongly dislike someone, you’ll look for the worst in them.

on a fateful day, when you had a math test, you were having a terrible cold. you could not stop sneezing and coughing which, let’s be real, irritated many. but no one was willing to do anything. except renjun. he wasnt gonna let your sick body stop him from getting an A. so he came up with an evil plan.

two weeks later you had an F on your report card and a sad face on your test. you were fuming. the decision of having a tuition class was dependant on this test and now you were forced to attend it. you were so ready to fist fight that tiny shouldered boy.

but since he played dirty on you, you were going to do the same. so, on the same day you got your report card, you sneaked into his classroom and stole his sketchbook. if he was so protective of it, there has to be something embarrassing in there. you sprinted out of the classroom and hid in the toilet. you swore you saw him as you ran out.

you flipped through the book and you were in awe. you knew he was talented but you didnt know he was this talented. most of his drawings were of a girl. there were many of the girl frowning and giving an evil smirk. there was one of the girl smiling which made you smile. while doing so, you accidentally looked into the mirror and oh were you shocked. you looked back at the book and it dawned on you that that girl was you.

now, you realised you had the perfect revenge. so you skipped your way out of the bathroom and there he was standing outside with his little fist clenched tight.

“ i hate you so much, i could kill you.” he said through his teeth.

“ do you draw things you hate? i mean if thats your aesthetic then i cant complain.” you replied cheekily. he was confused for a second but he caught on immediately. you could see his broad shoulders rising up and down. he snatched his book and flipped through it to make sure you didnt steal his drawings.

“ look, the reason i draw you is because,,,” “ so you admit that you,,,” “ will you let me talk?! i draw you because there are ,,, things that cannot be expressed. like the feelings ,,, that i have ,,, towards you.” he gritted his teeth as he says. you burst into a loud chuckle and he yells. “anger! the feeling is anger. angry feelings for you! god youre so full of yourself!” he huffed.

you shrugged and gave him a toothy grin and left. the whole night you couldnt sleep because you kept thinking about his drawing. you were his muse, technically, right? you were so amused by that fact that you decided to stop by his apartment to tease him about it.

you knocked on the door and a blonde boy in a white tee with basketball shorts and a rimless circle glass appeared. he had a few splatters of paint on his shorts and his tee. you noticed how his glasses were sliding off the bridge of his nose. he looked good. almost flawless. he groaned the moment he saw you.

“ what are you doing here?” he said, his face full of frustration.

“ well, i thought since i give you inspiration for your drawings, i should stop by often so you wont run out of ideas of things to draw!” you half-yelled because of how excited you were. you wiggled your brows, causing him to feel even more irritated if that was even possible.

you were so ready for him to slam the door on you. but instead, renjun looked up to the ceiling, mouthed a few expletives and walked away. and the thing is, he left the door wide open. with you standing right outside.

fin.

#nct scenarios #nct angst #nct fluff #nct u #nct 2018 #NCT 127 #nct dream #nct fic #nct imagines #angst #fluff #iloverenjun #suchabiaswrecker #look how cute

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mumuho · 6 years ago

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I need you to kiss me - Kai (pt. 3)

Supernatural AU! In which you accidentally establish a link between you and Kai, causing him to become dependent on your kisses for survival.

Fluuuuuuuff

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During the weekends you only meet up once. Kai usually stops by on Saturday on Sunday, depending on your schedule. It’s a bit of a hassle having to get ready and dressed on days when you really don’t want to go out but have to just to help him out. To make things less burdensome for you Kai offers to meet up at your place.

The arrangement between the two of you work out perfectly. Although the other tenants in your apartment complex have begun to notice the frequent appearance of the handsome young man. It seems as if he never stays more than a few minutes and they speculate about the nature of your relationship.

After three weeks of seeing Kai walking in and out of the building, most often wearing sunglasses, rumor begins to circulate.

He might be gang member!

Drug dealer!

What if he’s extorting the student?

He’s wearing sunglasses to hide his identity!

On one Saturday afternoon as Kai once again steps inside the building he’s approached by the security guard. The guard interrogates him and only becomes more suspicious when Kai refuses to remove his sunglasses. Kai tries to convince the security guard that he isn’t participating in criminal activities and that he actually knows you.

After receiving the call from the reception you come down to the security guard’s office. Inwardly you’re panicking but outwardly you’re wearing a cross expression.

Kai doesn’t really understand why.

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“Miss, the reason I called you down here is that there have been rumors about the relationship between the two of you. Normally it’s none of our business but there are rumors going around of criminal activities and I called you to hear if you could explain this.”

“I’m terribly sorry for the inconvenience we’ve caused. First of all, he’s my boyfriend.”

It’s a good thing Kai’s wearing sunglasses, because it masks his surprised expression.

“We had a big fight a few weeks ago and ever since he’s been coming over here to apologize.”

Oh, so that’s why she was looking so mad.

“There’s really nothing shady going on, I’ve just not been very keen on speaking to him.”

---

Once back at your apartment the two of you let out a sigh of relief.

“I guess, you better stay here for a while so they don’t get suspicious.”

And so, that is how Kai begins to spend more time at your place.

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One weekend in early December you go out of town and decide to meet up with Kai on Sunday afternoon. Usually when you meet up on Sundays, it’s normally before noon as Kai begins to feel a slight soreness and ache in his body if he goes longer without contact with you. It’s bearable, but rather inconvenient.

By Sunday afternoon he steps into the building with his sunglasses on. His eyes now occupied by a blackness that covers half his eye. Outside there’s heavy snowfall and Kai leaves a trail of melted snow behind him as he walks up to your apartment.

There’s no answer when he rings the door bell. He presses the bell two more times before finally calling your cell.

“--ah, I’m outside your place, could you open?”

“Kai? You didn’t receive my text message?”

“What message?” He hears your curse on the other side of the phone.

“I don’t know what the weather’s like back home but the snow’s falling like crazy. We had to stop because I couldn’t see more than a few feet in front of me. We’ll be back on the road as soon as the snowfall clears up a bit. Will you be fine?”

Kai nervously rubs his neck. Should he tell you about the other side effects of going no contact with you for too long? For fear of putting additional stress on you, on top of having to drive in such a conditions, Kai stays quiet.

“I know it’s inconvenient to have your eyes become black but please hold out for a while, okay?”

“When do you think you’ll be home?”

“We’re still a 2-hour drive away, I’ll text you once we’re back on the road.”

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“Kai!” You exclaim as you come out the elevator and spot him. Even from a distance it’s apparent he’s feeling unwell. He’s standing slightly hunched and when you come close you notice the perspiration. “Are you okay?” you ask, with worry in your voice “Did you come here despite feeling ill? You could’ve told me to come by your place instead!”

You unlock the door with lightening speed and usher him down onto the cushioned stool in your hallway.

Without another word exchanged you grab his face and firmly plant your lips onto his. Kai’s hands find their way onto you, one tangled in your hair and the other gently placed against your cheek.

For a long time you remain in that position, with your lips locked and the front door wide open for the world to see. You stay like that until Kai finally lets go of you. And it’s not because he’s feeling better but because he realizes he’s not.

You remove his sunglasses and only now see that his eyes look even worse than the first time you saw them like this. “Kai, your eyes, they’re not changing back.” It’s beginning to dawn on you that maybe there’s a connection between Kai’s physical state and his eyes.

“I figured.” His reply comes out as a weak whisper. Although he’s not perspiring as much it’s obvious Kai’s is still in pain. He leans back against the wall with his eyes closed. “Please call Sehun and tell him to come here immediately.”

“W-what, why?”

Calmly and quietly he says, “I’m not getting better and I need his help.” He doesn’t have the energy to elaborate any further and you don’t pester him either.

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Sehun’s quick to respond and while you wait for his arrival Kai only seems to get progressively worse. He lies on your bed, hair damp with sweat. You don’t know what to do other than put your lips to his because it seems to ease his pain at least.

The doorbell finally rings and Sehun comes barging in, throwing his shoes in the air as he does.

He points at you and tells you to listen and do as he says as quickly as possible. “You need to digest half of this.” He holds up a bouquet of green herbs. “We need to cut it up and mix it with water. Follow me.”

He enters the kitchen with you in tow. “Cut this up and mix it with water, we’re going to make it into a paste.”

You do as you’re told but Sehun doesn’t even bother grabbing a knife or a pair of scissors, he just starts tearing the herb with his bare hands. The two of you are back by Kai’s side in no time and you throw half the paste down and swallow it with one gulp before you’re even able to register the bitter taste.

“Where’s his mark?” Sehun asks.

“Mark? What mark?”

“Kai, where’s the mark?” Sehun shakes his friend’s shoulders but doesn’t get anything other than unintelligible mumbling.

“There should be a physical mark on his body somewhere. We need to know exactly where the mark is in order to direct the energy.” He begins rolling up Kai’s sleeves and you do the same.

“What does the mark look like?”

“It’s just a circle. You’ll know it when you see it.”

The two of you scan Kai’s arms, his feet, neck and all the other easily accessible places. You’re only halfway through when you realize Sehun has been continuously asking you to check his side as well for the mark.

“Sehun, you can’t see the mark?”

“No. The mark is sacred. It’s not something an outsider is able to see.”

Kai suddenly speaks up, startling the two of you. He places his hand on his left chest. “It’s here.”

Both you and Sehun immediately hover over him. “On your chest?” Sehun spares no time in waiting for Kai’s confirmation and cuts open his sweater in an instant.

And there on Kai’s left chest you see it. Two circles, one contained within the other. “Is it supposed to look like scar tissue?” you ask. When Sehun had said “mark” you had imagined it to be more like a tattoo.

Sehun gives you an affirmative answer and is quick to use what’s left of the paste to draw lines and shapes onto Kai’s upper body.

“I’m done. Now, --ah, kiss the mark.”

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calucadu · 6 years ago

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Love Bites - Chapter 1

Love Bites, a Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Fanfic. Chapter 1 - Desire to bite.

Summary: In which Bakugou “does Midoriya a favour” and bites his neck, claiming him to be his mate for life. But this is still a Kiribaku/Bakushima fic. Omegaverse.

Pairings: Bakugou/Kirishima, Bakugou/Midoriya

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Midoriya Izuku, Sero Hanta, Mina Ashido, Kaminari Denki

Rating: Explicit

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It had been two years since Katsuki had claimed Deku. The omega had gotten better. So much better that Bakugou was almost regretting having ever bitten him. The little shit had not only been accepted into UA, but he was also in his class. He wore a collar, specially designed to make sure no alpha claimed him, even if he’d already been claimed by the best alpha there was.

Izuku was strangely screwed up for life. He’d have to live with the fact that no other alpha could touch him if it wasn’t Bakugou, but if Katsuki hadn’t done what he’d done when he’d done it, Midoriya wouldn’t have been able to get into UA, to follow his dream. So, even if he couldn’t mate with another alpha, and even if his love life was now totally ruined for everyone else, Deku owed everything to Bakugou. And Katuski loved it.

Luckily, Midoriya took his medicine diligently and Bakugou never felt the pull of his heat call him in. He was sure he’d make himself physically sick if he were to ever touch that omega in any type of sexual context.

He’d always been a strange alpha when it came to omegas. All his life, Katsuki had felt that omegas wouldn’t do anything to him. He’d never been interested in them, and rarely felt the attraction caused by their pheromones. That’s until he met a certain redheaded someone. Bakugou didn’t want to admit it but he felt things when Kirishima was around.

And it seemed like it was mutual for the omega. Which made everything very easy. Katsuki started slow. He scented the other and was even bold enough to mark him with his own scent in front of his friends. Eijirou had almost lost it and had reacted extremely well to the touches, his excitement showing in his trousers as he gasped, moaning about how Bakugou was really manly.

And Kirishima wasn’t even a normal omega, which definitely pleased Bakugou. He was strong and determined, like he’d been made for him. He respected Katsuki but took no shit from him, which was incredibly admirable.

It was more complicated than a simple crush, the blond noted. It was more of needing him around to feel safe, to feel well. The scent Kirishima radiated made him feel better, soothed his troubled soul and his wrinkled brow. And he was sure he had a similar effect on the omega.

It turned out it wasn’t as easy as Bakugou had anticipated. Mainly because he was prideful and didn’t know how to deal with his feelings or use words to express things he thought were obvious. But Kirishima was still always by his side, even when they didn’t go past slight teasing and rubbing their scent over the other. It was still a good way to claim him, Katsuki tried to reason with himself.

And then he’d gone and got himself kidnapped, and when he was close to losing hope, Eijirou’s hand was in the sky, waiting only for the perfect grip that would match his. Bakugou didn’t want to admit he’d been saved, but he had. And thanks to that incident, things got a little weird. They held hands now, and it wasn’t strange at all for them to go places together, their hands intertwined.

Sero, a measly beta, was the first one to get tired of it out of the Bakusquad, which come as a surprise to Katsuki. He was sure the first one to voice his awkwardness would have been Pikachu, given the amount of glares he sent their way every day.

“Well, are you official or not?” Plain Face whined after watching them go hand in hand to the cafeteria.

Baugou just answered with a low growl, which was a warning to stay away from the subject.

“I wanna know too!” Mina shrieked, shoving herself in between Katsuki and Kirishima, breaking their hands apart. She was an alpha, too, which obviously didn’t sit well with the explosive blond. She was far too close to something that wasn’t technically his but had been made to be, sooner or later.

Eijirou blushed, almost the colour of his hair. Bakugou didn’t fail to notice how his lips quivered as he tried to come up with an answer. His stupid heart was pounding with emotions he was better off without, thank you very much.

“I don’t know, Bakugou, are we?” Kirishima almost whispered, his voice low. The blond frowned, his eyes narrowing. Was this some sort of game? A test? Was he supposed to just say they were? Maybe it was an alpha thirst that the omega had and he had to prove it. But he honestly didn’t know what to do.

“Whatever.” He growled, as if that was answer enough, and he left, hoping no one had noticed the panic in his voice.

A few steps ahead he was met with Eijirou’s hand in his and they shared a warm look that could only mean one thing.

It had happened by accident. They were studying in Bakugou’s room and Kirishima was squirming around in his chair, looking uncomfortable. His smell was stronger than usual and Katsuki couldn’t help himself, having caught himself leaning in towards the omega, getting closer to his neck than he should be.

Dangerous.

But good.

So good.

Eijirou moved suddenly. Like a twitch. And with the sudden spasm of his body, he let out a moan. One that resonated inside of the alpha, snapping him away from reality. His senses sharpened immediately and he could tell the other boy was hard and leaking.

Was this the effect Bakugou had on Kirishima? Or was the omega simply close to his heat? It didn’t matter, Katsuki had to do something, anything, to get him out of those clothes and into his bed.

A closer look at the redhead disclosed that he was panting, his breathing troubled, his mouth open to facilitate the intake of air. His face was nearly the colour of his hair and he was emanating such a sweet smell and a lot of warmth.

The image alone was enough to push the blonde over the edge, and, resting his hands on either side of the other’s cheeks, he dove into a kiss.

As their lips crashed together, he felt something he’d never felt before. Sure, he hadn’t kissed anyone before, but he was sure this wasn’t just a regular kiss. He was sure this went beyond, that this topped everything. The omega’s mouth fitted so perfectly into his he was sure he’d been created surely to make him happy. His sharp teeth prodded at his lips and Bakugou let out a moan before opening his entrance and letting Kirishima’s tongue inside of him.

It hadn’t crossed Katsuki’s mind that not only was Eijirou going along with it, but he was also very keen, initiating the movements himself.

Fuck, he’d found the perfect omega.

He didn’t need one of those wishy-washy, submissive little shits. He didn’t want that. He wanted a strong partner, strong in mind and in will, capable of doing things for themselves, not afraid of going against Bakugou if they had to.

And Kirishima was the one.

He’d gone as far as to save him, what more proof did he need to know this omega was his soul mate.

His fated pair.

Katsuki just had to sink his teeth in and make sure the rest of the world knew that this one was his.

The redhead was not afraid of him, unlike everyone else. He wasn’t afraid of telling Bakugou what he was doing wrong or telling him what he wanted. And Katsuki really admired that. He pretended he hated it, but it sat well with him on a level he couldn’t understand.

The fact that he’d found an omega to match him made him feel different.

Special.

And they were sharing such an intimate kiss that he was melting into his cute omega. He couldn’t let him go, not now, not ever.

The tongue in his mouth grew bolder and Bakugou felt hands on his shoulders, wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer.

He had initiative and was willing to do things to get what he wanted. And right now it seemed that what Kirishima wanted was Katuski. And the blond would kill to give him everything he desired.

He led him to his bed and gently pulled him onto it, not wasting time on pressing himself against him.

Finally they’d gotten somewhere, and it was Heaven. The omega beneath him was panting and moaning, his little touches were like fire, but in a good kind of way. In a way he now knew he couldn’t live without.

His kisses were dangerous but good. His sharp teeth posed a threat he was all too glad to assume and he let Kirishima nibble on his sensitive lips, maybe even let him draw blood. In all honesty it felt too good to stop, the heat increasing between them.

Bakugou felt the omega rut against him, his clothed cock hungrily searching for pleasure, blindly following instincts. Oh god. The blond almost felt his brain melt. It was all nearly too much. The smell the other was emanating, which he was rubbing all over the alpha, to make sure other omegas knew who this one belonged to, plus his sharp teeth marking his skin, leaving bite marks and blood as his lips travelled Katsuki’s neck were all making the blond feel elated, like never before.

It was time the alpha took over and he pressed his mouth against the redhead’s neck, forcing the other to throw his head back, gasps and moans spilling out of his cute lips, his whole body thrashing with the urge to keep Bakugou’s head pressed against him. He acted on the impulse, burying his hands in blond hair, hardening them slightly as he pressed on the locks, forcing them down. The male hissed at the feeling, but was secretly loving it.

And all the while they’d been playing this pseudo dominating game, their cocks had been rubbing tightly against each other, their trousers interfering with their pleasure, the smell leaking from Kirishima’s tip enough to make Katsuki’s head spin. He smelt so good, so edible, so fuckable. Which was exactly what the blond was planning. He wanted to dig his fingers up the other’s arse and leave them there, make sure everyone knew he was not available to mate anyone else. Because he was Bakugou Katsuki’s precious omega and fuck anyone else who decided to lay eyes on him.

Maybe he should do something about it.

Maybe he should claim what was rightfully his.

He licked the neck, covering as much skin in saliva as he could, trying to assess where the bite mark would look better. He wanted somewhere visible, and maybe he’d bite more than once, make sure the message was well received by everyone who glanced at Kirishima’s neck. Bakugou Katsuki’s. Don’t touch. Don’t look. Leaving a lot of angry red marks would definitely make everyone know who the alpha behind the damage was.

And Kirishima could leave one on his skin as well. Those scary shark teeth of his would definitely be good at marking, at showing the world that he had his mate and his choice had been made.

More licking, followed by slowly inhaling the deep, rich scent that was so obviously Kirishima. It was making him roll his eyes back in pleasure, goose bumps appearing all over his body, and small shivers nearly making him loose his concentration.

A new scent filled his nose as he realised that being this close to being mated was making Eijirou wet. The image in his brain made his heart skip a beat. He had such an influence over the omega he could hardly believe it.

Bakugou needed to make sure his realizations were true and he quickly stuffed his hand into the other’s underwear, pulling them down slightly. His fingers started tracing soft, warm skin as they searched for his entrance. Finding the slick hole nearly made Katsuki cum in his pants. With the boxers down he could now properly smell the divine liquid oozing out of the omega and it was making him want to knot him very, very badly.

The boy underneath him was obviously enjoying himself as the blond toyed with his entrance. He was slowly rubbing a finger over the ring of muscle and that was enough to make Kirishima groan and moan.

It made Bakugou want to bite him.

Claim him.

Take him.

Make him his.

No one else could hear him like this.

No one could see him like this.

No one should smell him.

He had to be his.

His.

Forever.

Katsuki’s mouth was back on his neck and his teeth pressed lightly against the skin, applying mock bites as he stuck a finger into Kirishima.

A long whine came from the redhead, which made the alpha want to claim him with more force. He’d never felt this before, never understood all the things he’d been told about normal alpha behaviour, but it all suddenly made sense.

This omega had to be his. He had to make him his or he would regret it eternally. He opened his mouth wider, preparing himself for the claiming bite as he stuffed his finger in to the second knuckle.

“Uh… I don’t know if you should bite me, Bakugou.” Kirishima panted underneath him. The blond had been so engrossed in his fantasy that the voice of the other shook him slightly, but wasn’t enough to ease him out of his dream-like state.

“Hmmmmnn, why not?” He hummed, barely noticing what was said between them.

“I mean, I really like you, but I think it’s kinda early and it’s a big deal and…”

“S’not a big deal, though.” Katsuki was pressing his tongue against the redhead’s jawline, moving his finger in deeper into the omega’s arse, which forced a loud moan from the other.

“What do you mean, it’s not a big deal, it’s forever, you know!?” The blond could feel Kirishima’s discomfort in between his pants and groans. He could tell he was uneasy and something inside of him warned him to calm him down. His mind seemed to be somewhere else, however, and he was finding it hard to think. Whatever could he say to make it better?

“I’ve done it before, it’s easy.” He managed to say, opening his mouth wide and pressing his teeth against soft skin, gleaming thanks to the amount of saliva he’d added. He couldn’t continue what he was about to do since he noticed Eijirou tense underneath him and he registered what he’d said. He pulled out of him, noticing the change in the omega.

“You’ve done it before!?”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Bakugou’s mind raced, hoping there was something he could do to save the moment. He felt hardened hands push him away from the neck he’d been trying to dig his teeth into, and suddenly the situation was more real than before. He’d been brought back down abruptly, and he knew he was in a very delicate situation.

“You’ve bitten an omega, Bakugou? You’ve claimed someone? You are someone’s mate?”

All the things he was saying were true but Katsuki didn’t want to admit them. It wasn’t what it seemed and he had to make it right somehow.

“Yes, but…”

“So you’re someone else’s alpha?”

“Yeah but no, look…”

“There’s another omega? There’s someone fucking else? I knew this couldn’t be true! I knew this was too good for me! I knew something would happen!”

“Can you listen to me?” Bakugou was close to loosing his cool, to boiling over.

“You’ve got a pair!?”

“It was just a bite, Kirishima. It meant nothing!”

“AND YOU WERE GOING TO DO IT TO ME TOO! AND IT WOULD MEAN NOTHING AGAIN!”

“No! It’s not what you think!”

“HOW IS IT NOT WHAT I THINK? YOU MARKED ANOTHER OMEGA. YOU CLAIMED SOMEONE ELSE AND YOU WANTED TO DO THE SAME TO ME!”

“Kirishima, It’s-”

“WHAT? IT’S WHAT? What are you going to say exactly? You bit Midoriya when you were small when you were playing alphas and omegas and you think it meant nothing!? Because news flash for you, Bakugou, that still fucking counts!”

Katsuki stayed quiet, dumbfounded. He’d heard of cases like that, were kids screwed each other over by playing adult and biting other’s necks. It fucked kids over completely. Some entered premature heats, others ended up, strangely enough, infertile for life. They all paired, except if they’d been bitten or had bitten betas, and had had to live with the consequences of their actions.

Kirishima understood what the silence meant completely.

“You…bit… Midoriya. That’s why he’s so… different. You… claimed him… He’s your omega!”

Well, they weren’t lies, but they weren’t truths either, but Bakugou could feel the pain in the redhead’s voice as he spoke.

The blond sighed, getting ready to start telling the story which he was so ashamed about. Yeah, he’d been smug about it up until now, but now, now he just felt bad. He felt like he’d screwed over more than just Midoriya.

He’d screwed himself up.

He’d fucked up whatever he had with Kirishima. And if he wasn’t careful, he’d fuck Kirishima up too.

“I can’t believe you!” Eijirou spat at him, his face contorting in disgust. His eyes were oozing hatred and betrayal and he was shacking as he was trying to get the alpha off of him. Bakugou tried to stop him from doing so but he eventually decided that struggling with him would make matters worse.

So he let the omega push him away and watched as the redhead left his room without even trying to dress himself properly.

How was Katsuki going to get himself out of this one?

It didn’t help that the Bakusquad prevented Bakugou from actually interacting with Kirishima. At least they didn’t seem to know what was going on, but they knew the omega was upset with him.

He’d tried to talk to him in class, but Sero got in his way and smirked at him while pointing at his elbows. Bakugou got the message.

He tried to get close to him at the canteen but Kaminari threatened to electrify his water and while the threat in itself wasn’t a big deal and the beta didn’t frighten him in the slightest, he could see Kirishima watching, and he was not in a position to scare the omega away further. So instead of getting angry he just walked away.

He tried to get into his dorm but Mina opened the door to Eijirou’s room and just shook her head before closing it in his face.

But Bakugou was prepared to fight acid, tape and electricity if it got Kirishima to listen to him.

Kirishima was trembling in his bed. He’d managed to stop the tears from flowing for a day now and his friends had been extremely supportive. None of them knew what was going on, and even if they did, they wouldn’t understand. Betas had it easy, they didn’t have to deal with mated pairs and shit like that. And Mina was an alpha, but the omega couldn’t be sure she wouldn’t immediately back Bakugou up, taking his side.

He wasn’t exactly alone but he felt very lonely. Like no one could understand him. The idea that maybe Midoriya did crossed his mind, but he didn’t want to think about him. Whenever he did he just imagined Katsuki balls deep into another omega, one who was more of an omega than him. One who was soft and warm, and nice and brave, and confident, and smart and everything any alpha would ever want.

It wasn’t just jealousy. It wasn’t just that Bakugou had chosen what nature intended him to choose. There was hurt, since he’d been interested in him. He’d been stringing him along, making him believe he was wanted by alphas. And not just any alpha, but the best in class. But no, he’d been lied to, used. He was mated to an actual, real omega. Not one that was just a miserable mess, not strong enough to even get over his own past.

Fuck, it hurt. Kirishima hadn’t expected rejection to hurt so much. But then again, it wasn’t just rejection. It was self-doubt and jealousy, and a little bit of heart break.

He’d had a crush on Bakugou for so long and now all he could do about it was cry! And he still had so many things he wasn’t sure about. When had Midoriya been claimed? Was it before Katsuki met him?

A small ray of hope opened up for Kirishima. Maybe the blond hadn’t been lying. Maybe he’d regretted pairing up with Izuku. He didn’t seem to like him at all and didn’t even interact with him aside from snarling and looking down at him.

But maybe it was an act.

Maybe they had agreed to keep it like that, to pretend. Or maybe it went beyond that, maybe it was some kind of roleplay that got Bakugou off. Or maybe he was just into hate-sex so he had to claim someone he really despised?

And maybe they’d been fucking for months, every time Midoriya got his heat. None of them were absent during his heats, and Kirishima hated how he hadn’t noticed before. Of course there was a reason Izuku the omega wasn’t suffering during his heat week. Because he’d been claimed. Nature knew he had a partner, and only his alpha would be affected by his pheromones.

Eijirou, instead, along with all the unmated omegas, had to stay in his room every time his heat came. That or it could end up disastrously for them.

Kirishima cursed himself. Cursed his luck. Cursed how oblivious he’d been. Cursed how he still felt that Bakugou was the one for him.

Of course they’d been going too fast. Maybe that was Katsuki’s intention from the beginning. Maybe he was one of those omega hoarders. He needed to claim as many omegas as he could to feel superior. Kirishima was a lot of things, but he wasn’t just an omega that would be used to be claimed uselessly. Maybe Midoriya might have let him do whatever he wanted with him, but he wasn’t about to let Bakugou do as he pleased.

The redhead bit hard, his sharp teeth clenching tightly as new tears fell down his face. A new determination swept him away from his misery and forced him to look ahead, unashamed.

Bakugou could be the biggest shit he wanted to be, but he would never fuck with Kirishima.

The omega hardened his body as he let out a frustrated whine, throwing his head back. These pathetic feelings he had for the disgusting alpha could not last. Would not last.

Eijirou raised his head and decided he loathed Bakugou Katsuki.

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We sat there for a few minutes, I exchanged stories with Patton about the surface world. His expression of sadness and anger at the notion of the other children sending us down the mountain as sacrifices was one I wouldn't soon forget. I learned a lot about him, to, he had a cat allergy, he took care of six children before I got here. That last line stopped me in my tracks.

"What. . . Happened to the other kids?" I asked, Patton's face seemed to fall.

"They. . . Left. . . That's all you need to know for now, dont dwell on it ok kiddo?" Patton rested a hand on my shoulder for a few seconds before getting up.

"I think we should head off now, yeah?" He said, holding a hand out. I merely nodded and accepted it. I walked with Patton into a narrow hallway. On one end was a sign, on the other a lever and pressure plates. Patton stepped a pattern on them, his hooves clicking against the stone, before flipping the lever. A door opened and he walked through it. I chose to read the sign before following.

"Only the fearless may enter here, brave ones, foolish ones, both walk not the middle road," I read aloud before crossing. The words bounced in my head for a bit, fading to the background as my attention turned back to Patton.

"This next puzzle you can do on your own, I've labelled all the levers for you," he said, I watched him cross a few bridges to the end of the room, the second doorway was blocked off by a set of spikes on the floor.

I walked over to the first lever, light blue words were scrawled on the walls next to it, telling me this was the right one. This repeated with about two more levers before I heard a clicking sound and noticed the spikes behind Patton retreating into the ground.

"This next puzzle is dangerous, take my hand," Patton said, holding it out. I took it, not paying attention to much until I realized what we were walking on. Rows, and rows, of sharp, silver, spikes. The spikes seemed to retreat under Patton's hooves, I found this matter interesting.

"Now, as you go through the ruins, you may encounter monsters, and they may try to attack you, I want you to know you should just talk to them and I will come to resolve the conflict," Patton smiled and gestured to a dummy at the center of the room. I walked up to it and noticed the heart that had been established as my SOUL appear in front of me again. I saw something behind the eyes of the dummy, something I couldnt quite place.

"Hi, I'm Cori, she/her and they/them pronouns, what's your name?" I said, not really expecting the dummy to respond. The mysterious aspect of its eyes seemed to evaporate, my SOUL retreated back into my chest, I looked to Patton for guidance, but he merely smiled and clapped in approval.

"Now, follow me kiddo," he said, walking to another room. We'd nearly gotten there when a small frog-like creature appeared in front of me. A barrage of flies aimed straight for my SOUL, I narrowly managed to avoid them by spinning out of the way.

My mind seemed insolent on two options, threaten, or compliment. I was never very accomplished at threats, so instead I decided to compliment the symbol scrawled on its chest. The frog began to blush, it was seconds away from preparing its next attack when Patton stepped out onto the scene. With a glare that could freeze even the toughest child in their tracks, he shooed away the frog creature.

"You did wonderful kiddo," he said, smiling as he lead me to a much longer corridor.

"This test is going to be very difficult, I am going to leave you alone, and you're going to have to walk to the end of the hall, do you think you can do it?" He said. I nodded, I'd been on my own plenty of times before this.

I watched him disappear down the hall and began walking myself, I'd almost reached the door when I felt a hand on my shoulder once again.

"Its alright kiddo, I didnt really leave, but this was a very important test of your independence, I need to make sure you can be alone, I have to handle something," he said. He dropped what looked like one of the old phones the guardians back at the community talked about used to have.

"I will call you periodically to make sure you're alright," Patton walked away from me and I stood there.

He did, in fact, call several times before his phone was stolen by a dog. After about twelve calls I decided it might be best to venture out on my own, after all, I already knew how to talk to and spare the monsters. I packed my art supplies and sketchbook back into my bag and set off.

The ruins were relatively calm, with only the occasional froggit or molsmal to interrupt my walking, though my complimenting and flirtation skills were advanced enough that I could pass them easily. The first real problem presented itself in the form of a ghost, laying on the floor and sulking. It was a sort of faded purple color, and it seemed to be pretending to sleep.

I elected to nudge it slightly with my foot, resulting in a retaliation from the ghost.

"Oh. . . Oh no. . . They noticed. . ." Lavender, as the words appearing above the ghost called it, seemed rather upset.

"I'm sorry- I just needed to get past, I've got somewhere to be," I said.

Tears rained down from the ghosts face, I held my hands up to block them, but they seemed to float back upwards, changing shape the closer they got to my outstretched palms.

"I really didnt mean to frighten you, you seem rather nice," the ghost seemed surprised by this statement.

"I want to show you something," she said. I merely nodded and watched as she cried, her tears floating up and beginning to form what looked like a flower-crown on her head.

"Woah- I wish I could do that," the ghost retreated out of battle.

"I met someone today. . . And they were actually really nice. . . Wow," the ghost disappeared without another word, needless to say it was a uh- different experience, but I didnt mind it. I kept walking on, solving puzzles as I passed them, fighting all manner of strange monsters. I left some money in a web of spiders, each seemed to be wearing their own small hoodie, I decided to write a note complimenting them on it, hoping they would find it sweet. I put the donut they gave me in a ziploc bag of other food items I'd collected, hoping that would keep it from messing up my backpack.

I finally managed to reach what looked like a small house, out of which Patton walked, phone in hand before he noticed me.

"Oh my goodness gracious how long was I gone! Come here kiddo- I'll heal you," he said, trapping me in one of the biggest bear hugs I'd ever experienced. I felt a calm wash over me. Patton let go and guided me into the house.

"The pie isnt cool just yet, but I'll let you know when it is, feel free to explore," said Patton. I, however, had had enough of exploring that day, and decided that I would rather draw at the table.

I began to get tired later in the day, and elected to go to bed. I woke up later in the night with the smell of pie filling my nostrils. I merely set it in another ziploc in my bag before going back to bed.

I wasnt sure how long I was in the ruins before I began to feel homesick, but soon enough I'd plucked up the courage to ask Patton about leaving.

"Stay here kiddo, I need to handle something," I watched as Patton disappeared around the corner before following him. We walked all the way down the stairs before he stopped at an archway, turning to me.

"This is the exit to the ruins. . . I am going to destroy it. . ." He said.

"I have seen five children pass through these doors, and never return, one who didnt even make it through the ruins themselves, I cannot let it happen again," I was frozen, processing the words to slowly to interrupt.

"If you cross, they, Logan, will kill you," Patton said, something about the way he said Logan's name resonated with me. He sounded distraught, as though he were talking about someone personal to him.

"But you cant keep me here forever, it's not right," I said. This seemed to breach the silence.

"You are right. . . You would just be unhappy here. . . Very well. . . Prove yourself to me, and I will let you go," this time, two hearts appeared. My own ever-changing one, and an upside-down white one on Patton's side.

I barely had time to comment before facing a barrage of fire and flames. I narrowly managed to dodge it, holding my hands out as a barrier.

I wanted to talk to him, but I couldnt seem to find the right words.

The fire kept coming, I held my hands out, envisioning it in my head as changing shapes, which it soon obeyed. I watched as the fire molded itself to the images in my head. Soon enough the spitting image of Patton was in front of me, made of fire, before it split off into separate whispers of smoke. I could see the surprised expression on Patton's face as he watched.

Soon enough his attacks became less calculated, almost as if he was actively avoiding hitting me.

Finally it was over, Patton sighed, defeated.

"I am so sorry kiddo. . . You're right. . . You would just be unhappy, my expectations, my loneliness, my fear, I will put them all aside, for you," he said. He opened his arms for a hug, which I embraced in full. As he let go I could see the tears making their way down his face. I watched him leave, turning his head slightly and giving me a small nod.

Then it was just me and the door. As I walked through, I was met with a long corridor. At the end if it, a familiar orange face.

"Well done! You spared the life if one innocent person!" Said the tree.

"What do you want with me." I growled under my breath.

"I am the prince of this worlds future, but do not worry, my plan isnt regicide, this is so much more interesting,"

I stomped my foot into the ground "What. Do you want. From me." I repeated.

"You interest me, human, sparing even those who would kill you without hesitation, but what will you do if you meet a relentless killer? Will you kill out of frustration? Or will you continue to die, because you would rather rely on magic than murder," the tree seemed to disappear abruptly, leaving me alone with the words echoing in my head.

I continued down the path, and was met with an overwhelming sense of cold at the end.

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