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Vampire's Den

KINKTOBER DAY 1 - REQ. BY @mingleshine:

~ "vampire mingi x siren fem reader, enemies to lovers type shi. vampires and sirens hating each other’s species, etc etc, whatever you want 😭😭 also maybe some praising, degradation kinks?"

pairing: vampire!mingi x siren!fem reader

genre: 18+, filth (ish), enemies to lovers

summary: Meeting one of the vampires that once saved you at the bar you often frequent... ends up being one of the spiciest nights you've ever had with someone and.. with your mortal enemy.

wc: 3.2k

warnings: vampire x siren, enemies to lovers, reader is bratty & cockt af, Mingi is really strict, threats & death threats, mentions of death/murders but not happening in the present, only in the past, knife play, bickering, size kink, big dick!mingi (obvi), choking, degradation (slut), movement restriction (cuffs), face fucking, deepthroating, gagging, throat bulge (yes from Mingi's dick), some praising (good girl), creampie, anal, lots lots of cum, 2 rounds implied 3rd round, manhandling, completely consensual, unprotected (wrap up irl!), unedited, for sure forgot sth.

Author's Note: Enioy, my love. I hope it's up to your expectations 😋. I enjoyed writing it so much! I'm so sorry I am so so behind with some of the other fics 😭 I'll finish them on time I promise 🫣. ENJOY MY LOVES !

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction & does not represent in any way the reality of the member.

In the world of the immortal, where darkness and the supernatural intertwine with the shadows of the mundane, two ancient species have long harbored a deep-seated animosity toward one another. Vampires, with their predatory grace, and Sirens, ethereal creatures of the sea with voices that could enchant and destroy, were bound by a history stained with blood and treachery. Their animosity was woven into the very fabric of their beings, a loathing that stretched back to the time when the world was young, when both species ruled their respective domains with an iron fist. Yet, in this tale of enmity, there lies the seed of an unexpected bond, a story of two souls who defied the boundaries set by their kind.

The hatred between vampires and sirens was born in the primordial past, a time when their realms occasionally overlapped. Vampires, with their insatiable thirst for blood, often found themselves drawn to the shores, where the songs of the Sirens would lure them. But the Sirens, masters of deception, used their melodies not to enthrall but to lead the vampires to their doom. Many a vampire met their end, lured by the promise of sweet blood, only to be dashed upon the rocks or drowned in the treacherous waters. In retaliation, the vampires waged a silent war, hunting Sirens who dared venture too close to land, their fangs seeking to pierce the throats that sang such deadly songs. Over centuries, this cycle of violence and revenge became a grim tradition, each species teaching the next generation to despise the other with an intensity that only the immortal could sustain.

For vampires, Sirens were creatures of deceit, their beauty masking the malice in their hearts. To them, Sirens were nothing more than wicked seductresses, whose only joy lay in the suffering of others. Conversely, Sirens viewed vampires as predators devoid of honor, bloodthirsty beasts who knew only hunger and destruction. The disdain was mutual, and it ran deep, as both vampires and Sirens prided themselves on their power and immortality. Neither could bear the thought of being outwitted or bested by the other, and so the feud persisted, a war of attrition waged in the shadows and in the depths of the oceans.

Amidst this bitter rivalry, the mortal world continued to spin, blissfully unaware of the ancient conflict that simmered beneath the surface. Cities grew, technology advanced, and the supernatural beings who once ruled the night began to adapt to the new world, hiding their true nature behind human facades. Vampires, with their ability to blend into human society, thrived in the bustling metropolises, while Sirens, whose powers were tied to the sea, became more reclusive, retreating to the depths of the oceans where they could sing their songs undisturbed. Yet, even as the world changed around them, the hatred between the two species remained unyielding, a constant in an ever-shifting reality.

But as with all things, the tides of fate are ever-changing, and it was in this time of uneasy equilibrium that you, a Siren of exceptional beauty and power, found yourself unexpectedly drawn into the orbit of a vampire named Mingi. The circumstances of your first encounter were anything but ordinary, marked by suspicion and hostility, as was expected between your kinds. You were young by the standards of your people, but you had already earned a reputation for your deadly voice and your ability to lure even the most cautious of sailors to their watery graves. Mingi, on the other hand, was an ancient vampire, one who had walked the earth for centuries, his power and influence making him a figure of fear and respect among his kind.

Your paths crossed on a moonlit night, in a city by the sea where the line between the mortal and immortal was blurred by the neon lights and the pulse of music. The city, with its sprawling docks and crowded nightclubs, was a place where humans indulged in their vices, unaware that creatures of myth and legend walked among them. It was here that you had come to escape the suffocating silence of the deep, to taste the chaos of the human world, if only for a night. But even as you reveled in the music and the laughter, you felt the presence of another predator in your midst, a dark shadow that moved with the grace of a panther.

Mingi had been watching you from the moment you stepped into the club, his keen senses alerting him to the fact that you were no ordinary human. He recognized the aura of power that clung to you, the subtle grace with which you moved, and the way your eyes seemed to glow with an otherworldly light. To him, you were a curiosity, a puzzle to be solved, and yet, beneath his curiosity lay the age-old enmity that had been drilled into him from the moment he had been turned. Sirens were not to be trusted, and you, with your beauty and your voice, were a danger that needed to be eliminated.

The tension between you was palpable from the moment your eyes met across the crowded room. There was no need for words; the enmity between your species spoke for itself. You knew what he was, just as he knew what you were, and in that moment, a silent challenge was issued. The air crackled with anticipation as you circled each other, like predators vying for dominance. But this was not the open sea, where your voice could carry him to his doom, nor was it the shadowed alleys where he could strike unseen. This was neutral ground, a place where neither of you held the advantage, and so you were forced into an uneasy truce, if only for the duration of the night.

It was a strange dance, the two of you weaving in and out of the crowd, each keeping the other in sight, yet never getting too close. You could sense the power that radiated from him, the strength that came from centuries of existence, and yet, there was something else, something that piqued your interest despite yourself. He was different from the other vampires you had encountered, those mindless beasts who thought of nothing but their next meal. There was a sharp intelligence in his eyes, a cunning that matched your own, and it was this that made you pause, that made you wonder if there was more to this ancient rivalry than you had been taught.

For his part, Mingi found himself equally intrigued by you. He had seen many Sirens in his long life, had heard their songs and watched as they lured men to their deaths, but you were different. There was a fierceness in you, a fire that burned just beneath the surface, and it drew him in despite the warnings that echoed in his mind. You were a challenge, a mystery wrapped in danger, and he had always been drawn to the thrill of the unknown. And so, instead of making his move, instead of ending the threat you posed, he found himself engaging in this strange game, this dance of predator and prey where neither was quite sure who held the upper hand.

"We meet once again, y/n." Mingi whispered, slowly approaching you.

"Hello, Mingi. Haven't seen you in a while" you said, with anticipation.

Truth is, there was a single moment were the two of you met in the past. It was when one of your siren friends was being chased down by some vampires, and Mingi stepped in to stop them. Why? It's been dozens of years and you still don't know the answer.

"How have you been... in the past few..50 years?" the vampire said.

"It doesn't concern you, sweetie. What are you doing here?" you said, confidently.

"Ah, I understand. Still feisty, huh? Well, I was just.. out, for a drink, nothing much."

He continues,"Y/n,I'll keep it short. This is basically my club. I've been coming here for the past 500 something years. If you come back here unnannounced, I'll kill you"

"I don't mind, Mingi. Try all you want. You better do it soon cause that's the only way you'll make me stop coming here." you said, smirking.

"Is that right? What if I kill you right now, hm?"

"You won't. You didn't back then, so what will make your words believable?" you scoffed.

"We'll see, sweetheart." Mingi said and pushed you to the wall, hands over your head, a knife to your throat.

"Now... what should I do with you? You've got quite a mouth, you're basically begging me to put you in your place."

"You fantasise about that image a lot? You seem quite...excited about it." you said looking down to your feet, something catching your sight. A slight bulge could be seen from his thight leather pants.

"Wha- god no, don't flatter yourself. Stop glaring." he said, a bit of harshness in his voice.

"Then what does this mean?" you said and moved your knee up to his crotch, getting a low grunt out of his chest.

"You know what..." he said and closed the distance between the two of you. "Kiss me."

"You have a fucking dagger to my throat, Mingi."

"So? You look angry. How about... you take all of that energy and put it to some good use? Like.. getting on your knees for me right in this instant?" the vampire said, smirking. His dagger still at your throat, but he soon retracted it for a moment.

You continued, smiling sheepishly, "And what's in it for me?"

"Awh, don't look at me like that, sweetheart. You're lucky you're hot, otherwise you'd be 6ft underground right now. After all, you're a siren."

"You think I'm hot?" you smirked, teasingly.

"No, that's not what I-"

You interrupted him, "Your cock says otherwise." and indeed, his cock was already straining against the thight fabric, screaming to be let out. He was big as fuck, too.

"Oh? You think you're hot stuff, huh?" he said as one of his hands went right for your throat. "I want to wrap both of my hands around your throat, and choke you until the life in your eyes dies down."

A smirk curled on your lips despite the pressure of his hand on your throat. Your voice came out in a husky whisper, laced with defiance and heat. "You think you're the first one to try and break me?" Your eyes locked with his, a challenge sparking in the depths. "Go ahead, Mingi. Try. But you'd better be ready to commit, because I don’t plan on going down easy."

You leaned into his touch, the tension thickening between you like a coiled spring about to snap, daring him, teasing him with a sharp, dark grin. "And don't forget," you added, your voice low, laced with seduction and venom, "I bite back."

"I bet" Mingi said and leaned in for a kiss, his tongue interlocking with yours. His hands were roaming freely on your body, from your back to your waist and to your ass, slightly squeezing it.

"You know.. I hate you so, so much, y/n" he whispered, breaking the kiss for a moment.

"And why is that?"

"Back then when I didn't kill you and your little friend, I was so mesmerised by your beauty. I thought you'd be a good round, maybe more.." he giggled. "And I hate it so much... how good you taste" his hand went to the back of your neck.

He continued, "Look at me."

"No."

"Look. at. me"

"Why?"

"Do as I say"

"And why should I?" you said, smiling sheepishly at him, with an almost innocent look.

"You little slut-" the vampire said as he manhandled you in his grip, one hand under your ass and one on your back. He went in for another kiss while he was walking up the stairs, then dropped you somewhere, on a bed.

"See.. this room is mine, y/n. Mine to use freely."

"Ah, I see. Should I care?"

"I can see that you are fucking bratty. Aren't you afraid of what I could do to you if you go againt me, mm?" he scoffed, climbing on the bed and pinning you down.

"Not. at. all."

"We'll see"

As soon as he finished his words, he got off the bed and opened a drawer. He took out some cuffs and threw them on the bed, rapidly followed by him climbing on the bed again. He then pushed you to the headboard, tying your hands behind your back.

"Oh, so this is how we're playing, huh?" you scoffed. "Don't be fooled, I like this shit."

"Y/n. babe. You didn't even have a choice. but I'm glad you like it. Now..." he dragged you closer. "What should I do with you? I think I'll leave your clothes halfway on... you look so hot in this corset, god dammit." he whispered as his hands went to your skirt, forcefully taking it off. You were left in only your panties, soaked with your arousal. "Oh wow, all wet for me?" the vampire scoffed. He looked at you for a moment and decided to unbuckle his leather pants, not breaking eye contact with you.

"Damn.." you whispered among seeing his cock spring out of his briefs, it's huge length and girth taking you aback. You knew that was gonna hurt as hell.

"What? Like what you see?" he giggled. "Come here."

"Hm?"

"I told you to come here" and he didn't even finish talking that he grabbed you by your waist, bringing you closer. You were now sitting on your knees on the bed, eyes looking up at Mingi, him standing straight on the carpet, right near the bed frame. Your cunt was rubbing against the now-wet fabric under you, the linen soaked in your juices.

Mingi's right hand went for your chin, stroking your cheek softly, his left hand pumping his aching length lazily. "You see my cock?" he said and guided the tip to your lips. "You're gonna take it all up your throat" his pointing finger under your chin, poking you to open your mouth. You took his dick in your mouth, trying to adjust to the girth. It was really stretching your mouth out, the corners of your lips aching and tears swelling in your eyes.

"Mhm, just like this." One of his hands went to the back of your head, tangling in your hair. "Though.. it's not enough" and he thrusted himself in your throat, your nose hitting his pelvis. You gagged on his dick, but he didn't move. He stayed like that for a moment, letting your throat get adjusted to his size. In the meantime, you wanted to touch yourself so bad, but your hands were tied at your back so you were left with grinding against the linen.

"You feel so good, sweetie. Let's see, how much can you take, hm?" the vampire whispered, pleased by your performance. He then started mouth-fucking you. He went on for a couple of thrusts, stopping for a moment, as deep as possible deep down your throat.

"Look at this..." Mingi said and touched your neck, feeling a small lump. "See how good you are to me, hm? I can even feel my cock deep down your throat from the outside. Such a good girl.." he leaned in and pulled your hair to make you look up at him in the eyes. His cock dropped heavily from your mouth, precum dripping continuously from the red throbbing tip. "Look at me" your head dizzy and spinning, your eyes went up to his.

"W-what?" you murmured.

"What do you want from me, sweetheart? Tell me. I can fulfill any of your desires" the vampire said, eyes glistening red with lust. "Tell me."

"I w-want you to fuck me" you said.

"Hm? Say it again."

"I want you to fuck me!" you scoffed angrily, catching a glimpse of his smirk as soon as you finished your words.

"Good girl. Turn around, ass up"

"I hate you so much, Mingi"

"I love you too, y/n. Turn the fuck around" the vampire said and manhandled you on your belly, untying the cuffs and throwing them on the floor. He took a moment to look at the exposing position you were in, your breasts slowly falling out of the corset, your ass red from all his fondling until now. He slapped your ass once, getting a soft moan out of your slowly rising chest. He spread out your cheeks, one of his hands fondling with the rim. He prepped you for a moment then pulled you closer, his aching tip throbbing against your hole. Without warning he pushed himself in, bottoming down. You let out a loud moan, feeling your hole being stretched out. It hurt so bad, yet it was so pleasurable. Tears formed in your eyes once again, gripping the sheets around you.

"Once again, babe.. take it all up" he said and started fucking you rapidly, holding onto your ass and back for dear life.

"You feel-" he bottomed down completely once more. "So fucking good". He was becoming louder and louder, sometimes letting out soft curses and whines. He was getting closer, you thought. His thursts became sloppied and heavier, filling you up good.

"Ng-baby. I'm so close" he gripped your back tighter, deepening himself. One of his hands went for your neck, holding it from under your body, his plump lips leaving soft kisses on your spine and back. He thrusted a few more times before you felt heavy strings of silky cum filling you all up. He fucked you through his orgasm, sending you over the edge.

"Oh-my god" you shouted and gripped the sheets once again, feeling the knot in your belly getting thighter and thigther.

"What, y/n? say it. Use your words" he said, panting.

"I wann-na c-cum" you whispered.

"You want me to make you finish, sweetie?"

"Yes fuck please, Mingi!" your voice coarse and your breath hitching. He started rapidly pounding you, his hands all over your body. He picked you up, his chest close to your arched back, he was kneeling on the bed. His left hand on your belly, holding you close and his right hand on your neck, his thumb rubbing your lips. You took his finger in your mouth, sucking on it slowly, with every of his thrusts. He fucked you for a couple more times and you felt your high washing over you.

"I'm not done with you" he said and fucked you through your orgasm, himself being close again. He once again came in you, filling you up.

He stopped for a moment and stayed like that, hugging you from the back, you cockwarming him, your juices slowly seeping out of your hole right on his dick. He took his time to put you down slowly, to which he then laid next to you.

"I never thought I'd fuck my mortal enemy, y/n." he said, looking at you.

"Me neither. I hate you so much, man. I could kill you right now and no one would ever notice." you said, cocky.

"Still bratty? After I fucked you dumb? Want me to go for a 3rd round?" he said and pinned over you.

"Bet." you copied his words and taking that as a yes he leaned in for a kiss, letting you know he wasn't even close to being done with you for the night.

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𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ CANNIBAL! Dazai x EERIE PHANTOM LIKE ! FEM! Reader

✮⋆˙༒︎ — SUMMARY: wasted along the parts of yokohama at nightfall, an eerie spirit roams around the forests and graveyards, a spirit that wasn't just a spirit but a phantom. A phantom that had regeneration abilities and haunting quirks.

Dazai osamu, a man who was drunk and starved wandered off near a graveyard and he sees a figure. A figure that he has never seen before.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ ANGST + HORROR + FLUFF + SUGGESTIVE

A/N: its me again! :D this story is based off the metaphor for love, cannibalism. I hope you guys enjoy it, I'm trying to grow my account so if you enjoy horror like themes like vampires, you can check out my blog!! This is my 2nd fanfiction post so i hope you all enioy it! (≧▽≦) also, for more context—

Reader has a mysterious doll like personality since she is a phantom. Readers outfit is like a porcelain doll. (her personality is like columbinas!)

NOT PROOFREAD BTW!

༒︎ — Warnings: Blood, Death, g0re, cursing

The moon has risen up and the sun has gone down, and dazai had gotten drunk to ease his problems, he walks around near a graveyard but he hears an audible whisper that he couldn't make out where it was coming from, he genuinely thought he was high. He ignored it and kept walking, his stomach grumbled since he hasn't fed on anyone for days. He ignored the feeling since it really didn't matter to him, he tried to eat ordinary food like hamburgers and what not but nothing made him have the feeling of over indulgence other than human meat.

He walks around the graveyard and he felt like utter shit, his head was spinning but he couldn't remember anything. All he knew that he was drawn to the graveyard, but all he heard was whispers of a female voice and the voice was calling out his name— "dazai"

He continues walking and ignoring it before being met with a female figure that had a dress like a porcelain dolls. You stared at him with a neutral but eerie expression, he stops and looks at you, just staring with no intent to do anything but stare. You walk closer and you stare at him, analyzing his every move and how his thoughts lingered through the taste of blood. He stares at you curious, analyzing you as well and your mannerism but he was drunk so he couldn't get a great look.. But he didn't forget your face. You look at him and he looks at your arm, you had a living and working body but it had special abilities. Regeneration. He stares at your arm and he gulps, he has starved himself for days and he might aswell just collapsed right there and then and by the look of his pale face, you already cracked the code— he was a cannibal.

You looked at his hair and his clothes, he seemed like one attractive young man and you have been wandering around the forests and graveyard for years alone since you were connected to it. And you had just the abilities to serve him and make him your own.

"Are you hungry?" you ask with an eerie small smile as the lit moon shined upon the both of you, crows everywhere and fog everywhere, leaving only the presence of you two. He looks at you abit taken back from the question but he showed neutral expression, standing there with his hands in his coats pockets, he then replies back a small response, "yeah." he replies back.

He looks down on you while the wind flow through him at his direction, your hair flowing behind you as his flows through in front, you grin and you initiated a conversation with him to get to know more about him.

"your name? Perhaps." you ask, tilting your head to the side just a bit as a way of showing curiosity.

"Dazai osamu." he replies with a small smile, he stares at you and analyzing your behavior and your appearance as if you were a fish caught on a hook, he wasn't gonna lie but he absolutely found your appearance attractive.

You continue analyzing him, his face was abit flushed, his eyes glossy and he reeked the scent of alcohol, he was drunk and you wanted to take advantage of it by getting information from him.

"Are you cursed with the tragedy of understanding people but nobody understanding you?" you ask so suddenly, he chuckles and he looks down on you, finding the question new. "and how do you know this?" he chuckles.

You tried to make him open up more and you knew that he was somewhat broken, from his bandages and to his drunken state. "are you?" you added into the conversation, "maybe." he says in a curious tone, getting curious in where the conversation is going.

"Do you need anything from me pretty lady?"

He asks, you grin and you reply, "ah.. Yes. Just a few questions and a prize in the end, that is all." you say with an eerie smile, which dazai didn't mind. He found it new but he wanted to know what the prize was. Though he was wary of you and your aura, he decided to take a gamble because in his point of view, death is just an extension or a part of life. And what a better way to die is to perish by the hands of a beautiful woman?

"ask away then."

"are you happy? Are you sad? What is that one thing that fills your core? " you ask with a grin, he looks down on you with a neutral expression, his heart beating and he thinks about question.. But really he didn't feel anything most of the time, he wasn't completely emotionless but he wasn't particularly happy nor sad, and the core..that gaping hole that eats through him like leeches sucking him dry. What did he want? He doesn't know, he thinks and he shrugs, he was drunk so he was half honest and half his facade, his way of coping is through humor so he said what he thought would hide his internal feelings. "you.. Really ask weird questions you know?" he chuckles. "i just live like any other human being of course. But by core I'm not sure." bullshit, he thought. Human? Not him. He didn't understand what humanity felt like, he always felt like something was missing..

You nod and continue to ask more questions and so did he, but the difference was the way you answered his questions were different. It wasn't completely true and it was just halfway of the real thing, which kept you mysterious and that made him attracted to you like a magnet.

"Your soul must be unfortunate." you say. Slowly circling him as he stands there, slightly stumbling with a wary but interested vibe. "maybe it is, but maybe yours is unfortunate as well, you're talking to some random guy you know?" he says in a slightly tipsy way.

"Are you still starved?"

He chuckles, "i just drank. Maybe."

"do you wanna eat?" you ask, he was curious about what you meant by thar so he smirks and nods. "yeah, i do." you stand infront of him and you raise your arm, he raises an eyebrow as he squints in curiosity and out of the lingering effects of the alcohol. You grab your arm and rip it off, your skin ripping off a part of your shoulder leaving you without your other arm, his eyes widens and he looks in shocked but interested, the blood dripping made him more hungry. You hand him your arm as your arm slowly regenerates back.

"what the- huh?.."

"eat it." you say with a straight forward tone, dazai looked at the arm and he sees the dripping blood and meat, thats where he lost self control and took it from your hands and ate. He ate hungrily like a starved animal, he felt guilty but he was starved. And how an angel you were offering him food? But as he ate, he thinks, how did you know he was a cannibal? He thought it must be a trap but he couldn't stop chewing. He ate the meat off and so far, nothing happened. By the time he looked up at you with blood on his mouth and hands, your arm has already regenerated. He was on his knees as he looked up at you, the moon shined upon the both of you and he lick his lips, slowly backing away. "why.. Why would you do this?.." he asks, wary of you.

"you were starving, correct? Can't i feed you?" you ask, making a good point but to him everything was too good to be true. He didn't know your true intentions but you knew that all you wanted was for him to be yours.

♱ ˚₊‧⁺⋆✮₊⊹₊⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆₊ ⊹✮˚₊‧⁺⋆♱

The next day, he woke up in a cold sweat. He doesn't remember anything about going home or even going to bed, but all he sees is that his coat is neatly folded on the corner of his bed and he feels something aching in his head, hes got a hangover, but as he recollects his memories he remembers your face and the meal he had gotten from you, he thought about your appearance and it sinks in him, the soft smiles you gave him and how interesting your character was weird to him, the way you asked him questions was like you knew his whole character. He wanted to see you again. He was completely drawn to you, after all he is just a man that is not just hungry for human flesh but also knowledge.

He then remembers about his work and he gets ready, during the whole day of work he couldn't stop thinking about you and how interesting you were. It reminded him of anomalies.. And how your mannerism was different, but he was drunk so he couldn't picture everything well.

After work he decides to visit the foggy graveyard near the gloomy moonlit forest, he prayed that he sees you again but nothing. He looked for you but nothing. You were like just a figment of his imagination, a phantom of sorrows.

This went on and on and on until one night, he visits the place where you and him met, he sees you leaning against a tree, humming something.. Like some sort of old song, he looks at you and he wanted to talk to you again, he hasn't eaten since the last time you offered your arm to him so he walks up to you and initiates a conversation.

Quickly the both of you found comfort in eachothers melancholy, talking about various aspects of life and topics. Slowly but surely you and him got fond of eachother, you fed him and he kept you company. But as more as he ate, the more he craved for something more of you. You offered him your legs, arms, and fingers out of love and he still couldn't get enough.

⋆｡‧₊°♱ ༺𓆩❦︎𓆪༻ ♱ ༉‧₊˚.

You and him spent the night together in the forest in a field of flowers, crows surrounded the both of you, they flew above in a circular motion as the moon shined upon the both of you. Fog surround the area and his head was resting on your lap, you pet him and he looks at you in admiration. He felt guilty for doing this, he felt like he didn't deserve this but then again he was like a dandelion. Dandelions were never given love since they were just weeds.. Therefore they fall apart at the slightest touch.

He knew he never asked why you were doing this but he wanted to keep this lingering feeling of affection for now. You stared from afar but he stared at you. He smiles softly and raises his hand to caress your neck, outlining the veins of your neck to your collarbones. Oh, what a beautiful sight.

He was completely obsessed. This obsession wasn't something he has ever felt. He tried to deny it but he couldn't. He doesn't even know your origins. He doesn't know why you only come out at night. And he doesn't know why you care.

You look down on him and with a small smile and he looked back at you with a neutral but interested look, he slowly sits up and he wraps an arm around your waist, most days you and him spent it quietly. Both of you gave each other what you guys yearned for, an obsessive cannibalistic romance. He wanted to taste your everything and you wanted to touch his inner soul.

All you had was just a physical body that yearns for exterior touch and he has a body that yearns for interior touch.

He rest his head on your chest and you pat his head, he felt strange comfort. Even though the night was silent, he wanted you more than anything and so did you..it was to the point that he swore he'd be yours and you'd be his.

He looked over your body and he sees the plump color of your skin, he didn't just want a taste of your arm or leg. He wanted your insides. You look down at him and notice his behavior, has he not eaten?

"have you eaten yet?" you ask, caressing his cheek with an eerie aura that felt comforting but disturbing at the same time..that was ome of the things that made him attracted to you.

"... No."

You then lunged your hand into your stomach and you pull out your intestine. Blood spilled all over your dress, he was worried but since you were the one doing it, you'll be fine.. Right?

As you pull your pale scarlet intestines out, you were already regenerating. You hand him the intestines and he hesitantly feeds. This is how it has always been. It was mutual connections, he brought You his bullets, You brought him your LOVE.

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His mouth was bloody and his hands were tainted with the scarlet liquid, the feeling of you Going down his throat felt like heaven, being with you felt like ecstasy, he felt comforted more than disturbed. He just wanted to cry into your chest but the way you look at him felt like judgement day.

You caress his cheek and you pull him into a kiss which he quickly returned, his kiss was a mix of obsession, love, and hunger. He kissed you guiltily. He lets out small soft quiet moans and his scarlet stained hands caressed your cheek to your neck, leaving a handprint of your blood.

Words didn't matter to the both of you since the both of you could read eachothers mind like it was a library. Each touch, gaze, drop of blood meant everything.

He pulls away and leans and looks at you, the wind catching up and the flowers danced along as crows cawked and you and him exchange glances of obsessive affection.

The more you and him touched eachother felt like a cigarette slowly turning your lungs into ash, he kisses you and he holds your waist, roaming his hands all over you, small moans and gasps for air was everywhere as he kisses you which you gladly accepted.

He bites your lip and slowly he felt more hungry, he kisses your neck to your chest, looking at you with admiration. He pulls away and holds you tightly before asking about something.

"how come you've never given me your heart to try?"

You didn't wanna tell him the truth, because the truth is, the only way you were regenerating was because of your heart. If your heart was gone. You will immediately die.

"hm..i just.. Haven't thought of offering it yet."

He nods but he felt more hungry, he looks down at the still regenerating wound at your stomach and he just wanted to have a little taste of something.

He stopped himself but as every touch and compliments are given, he was slowly getting desperate. He wanted more of you. The undecaying love that the both of you had was real. He felt real. He felt cared. But he wanted more. Something to fill the gaping hole im his heart, before stopping himself he already lunges a hand inside the wound and he grabs your heart out. Your eyes widens and rolls back, your spirt leaving your vessel (physical body.)

He looks down and he realizes what he has done, he shakes and his eyes were wide. He felt nothing again. Numb. He did the last thing he wanted to do to you and that was to hurt you. He knew there was something wrong with him. He would never forgive himself.

He stares down at your body and a tear fell down his cheek as he holds your still beating heart, his eyes were blank but a tear ran down his cheek

Your spirit looks at him but he does not see.. you didn’t know what to feel about the situation.. But you knew that your soul was finally free, your spirit slowly dissapears as you grin.

He looks at your heart and his hands were shaking, slowly bringing it closer to his face with a guilty feeling.

But you know how the saying goes..Starving people will eat everything and anything since their desperation is greater than their self control.

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Lost in Time- A Kenji Kishimoto series

Summary: Kenji Kishimoto and Leyla Demir, a time-manupilator, are accidentally transported decades into the past during a mission gone wrong. As they navigate a pre-Reestablishment world, their growing bond is challenged by the decision to alter history or return to their own time, facing the risks of changing the future.

A/n: Had this idea for a while and decided to just write it out bcs I couldn’t stop thinking abt it. But idk if I should make it into a whole series tho. Anywaysss, Hope you enioy and do leave comments if you wish to write your thoughts on this:)

"Absolutely not."

"But Warner-"

"I said 'no', Castle and I won't be risking Juliette's life for it either."

Castle let out a frustrated sigh as he shook his head, leaning forward on the table "You are clearly not hearing me! I am telling you that this is a life or death matter Warner-"

"I don't care-"

"What the hell is happening here?" Kenji came strolling into the small room with an annoyed expression on his face.

He heard Warner mutter something along the lines of "Great, another imbecile." but decided to ignore it and looked at Castle for an explanation.

The older man sighed and stood up from the small chair and crossed his arms. Warner too, got up, saying "It is none of your business."

Kenji just rolled his eyes and pointed to the exit hissing "None of my business? Excusez-moi but your whole little 'argument' can be heard on every part of the base which is why Nouria even SENT me to come check on you guys."

Warner stared indifferently at Kenji. "Well you can go back and tell her that everything is fine-"

"Nothing's fine, Warner, and you know it. The mission-"

"Is not happening." The boy snapped as he glared back at Castle before continuing "I have had enough with this pointless conversation. I am not risking my and Juliette's happiness by doing that right after we got married and while we are all repairing a broken world."

Kenji furrowed his brows as he looked between the two men. "Uhhh....what exactly are you guys talking about? What is Warner going to do?"

Castle shook his head slightly as he said, "I got intel that the Nexus Device is still out there which is why I called upon Warner to inform him on the matter."

"And try to send me on that mission of yours to get it back. Over a meaningless rumor." Warner finished for him.

Kenji just put up his hands, feeling more confused than ever. "Wait a second, what the hell is a Nex-blabla device?"

Aaron sighed out frustratedly as Castle crossed his arms "A Nexus Device. And what it is, is an important relic that was kept very well hidden within the Reestablishment. It is rumoured to have the power to manipulate time which is why, we need to retrieve it before someone else gets to it-"

"You said it yourself, Castle, it is a rumor and I won't be risking my wife's or my life to go on a mission over a something that is only a rumor, a lie."

Castle glared back at the blond boy as he said, "That doesn't mean anything, Warner. You should know better than anyone else that during a war, all possibilities must be taken into account-"

"This isn't war. Therefore, we do not have to take all possibilities, all cases into account-"

"IT IS A WAR!"

Castles angry shout seemingly shocked not only Kenji but also Warner as his eyes slightly widened before becoming cold once more.

Castle gave neither of them a chance to talk as he opened his mouth once again. "Do you know how many people are still out there, still angry with us for taking out the old supreme leaders of The Reestablishment? Do you know how many of them are out there planning coups, assasination attempts and so on, on your, Juliette's and the rest of our lives? Just because we took out the big guys doesn't mean everything's over."

Kenji saw how Warner was clearly about to retort with something cruel so quickly intercepted their argument. " Maybe- maybe you could send me? I mean Warner and Juliette are busy with being leaders and all that shit, everyone else is also busy with the whole aftershocks of a war and I....well, I wouldn't mind doing something exciting."

Aaron slowly turned his head sideways to look at him as he deadpanned, "Exciting? You call this pointless, imbecile plan to go after something that may not even exist....exciting? Of course I should have expected to hear something like this from you, Kishimoto."

Kenji shrugged his shoulders. "Well sorry mr. 'I find everything and everyone except my wife boring and have no joy in life' but some of us want to go on missions and do something EVEN those that may or may not be real."

"Your not even fit for it."

Kenji's eyes widened before he scoffed "I'm sorry? You are telling me that I am not fit for the mission?"

Warner stood fully straight, scanned Kenji from head to toe, looked back at him, letting his emotionless eyes convey the message.

Kenji balled his hands into fists. "You-"

"Actually Kenji, you are right. You may be even more suited for this mission than Warner or Juliette."

They both turned to look back at Castle who has been analyzing them both this whole time.

Warner replied with a "You have gone mad." at the same time as Kenji said "Hell yeah, I am."

Castle sat back down, still seemingly assesing Kenji. "Why not? I didn't realize it when I called you here, Warner, but your and Kenji's skills are incomparable. I think you would be easily caught. Kenji, however, has been trained like a true soldier. I believe he would be able to move, attack and do the job sharply, stealthily, and to the point. Of course his invisibility power is a whole other advantage. Look how well he did when I sent him to take Juliette out of the jail Warner built the first time around."

Kenji smirked and nudged Warner who roughly pushed him away. But then his smirk fell as confusion overtook his features. "Wait, doesn't Warner also have the ability to be invisible."

Warner rolled his eyes. "I do, but I can only do it if someone else does it near me and I take in their power. Do you really think that there is someone in The Reestablishment with powers? Really?"

"Ohhhh right, right. Totally forgot about your whole copying people-"

"It is not copying, it is just mirroring. You idiot."

"Same thing-"

Castles stern voice stopped them both from another argument as he said, "Alright that will be enough you two. Warner, you may leave. Kenji, stay."

Warner looked at him and then at Kenji before heading towards the door "Can't wait to tell Juliette about your death, Kishimoto."

Kenji just laughed and sat down on the creaky stool opposite of Castles desk. "Love you too, bro."

Castles got up and took two steps to reach the small, wooden cabinet near the window. He took out some papers before coming to sit back down, putting the papers on the table and spreading them out.

Kenji took one and began eyeing it. "This is a map."

Castle nodded as he said "Yes, a map of both the insides and the outsides of the whole area where some supporters of the old Reestablishment have taken refuge. Thanks to Sam, I was able to locate this place and get a proper detailed map on their residence. You will be breaking in here."

Kenji looked back at his friend "Quick question, how does this...whatever device look like?"

Castle sighed, "Nexus Device, Kenji. From what I know, It is supposed to look like a small, sleek and advanced piece of technology, almost like a wristwatch or a handheld gadget. You'll know it when you see it."

Kenji looked suspiciously at him "Aha....so just look for small things while also trying not to be killed or discovered, putting the whole resistance in jeopardy."

Castle smiles knowingly. "That is where you're wrong. You won't be going on this mission alone."

Kenji's rolled his eyes. "Please don't send me with anyone from here, God, especially not with Adam."

That caused his friend to chuckle before he regained his composure. "Actually, you have not met her. None of you have. You could say that she is a....good friend of mine."

Kenji's eyes widened. "Wait, what? You have friends?"

Castle gave him a stern look but that didn't stop him from slipping op and smiling slightly as he watched his close friend chuckle.

But then, as if realizing, Kenji's smile dropped as his eyes widened in horror. "Wait wait wait- A she? And none of us know her or ever met her? And you're sending her with me? Who the hell is she?"

"Leyla Demir, she is Turkish and the best trained killer I know with the most unique power. Time-manipulation."

Kenji leaned back with crossed arms, a confused expression overtaking his face. "Time-manipulation? You mean, she can stop time or some shit?"

"Language."

"Sorry, yeah, I mean- she can stop time or stuff?"

Castle smiled while slightly shaking his head. "It means, she can do anything that is time-related. Stop it, blink in to the future, the past, and even reverse it."

Kenji's eyes widened, mouth hanging wide open. "Jesus Christ. How can someone have such kind of power?"

Castle leaned back in his seat and regarded him with a knowing look. "You'll just have to see her for yourself. But do be careful, she is usually deathly quite and her answers are often short, straight to the point and cold. You won't be making much conversation with her but I believe that is what makes her so great at her job. She just comes, does what she is assigned to do, and then leaves."

Kenji scoffed, stood up and took the papers. "Oh I'll make her talk, alright. No one can ever resist the Kenji Kishimoto, after all."

He turned around, intending to head for the door before Castle stopped him. "Don't you want to know when you'll be heading out?"

He turned around with a sheepish smile. "Right, yeah. Uhh when do I need to leave?"

"This night, at eleven sharp. That is usually the time twenty-five minutes before the guards do their shift change which leaves the area unguarded for exactly three whole minutes."

Kenji nodded and turned around to leave but stopped once more when he heard Castle get up and look at him, worry slightly evident in his tone as he said, "Be careful, Kenji. I trust you and your skills very much but-"

Kenji smiled softly before saying, "I'll try my best not to die and if I do, tell Warner I will be coming back to haunt the shi- stuff out of him."

***********

It had been a while since Kenji felt this amount of excitement. Before it was all about them fighting and figuring out how to bring down The Reestablishment and then, once they did that, they had a broken world to deal with. And while it was tiring but great how they were restoring and creating a better, more brighter world, Kenji admittedly felt very useless.

These past few months it was almost always "Do this Kenji" or "Don't do this Kenji" or "Maybe you shouldn't do that" or "Just go ask Juliette" or "I don't know, Kenji, you kinda mess things up. Just stick to easy day to day work."

So what he destroyed a building that had Juliette's wedding dress inside? So what if his attempts at organizing things ended in chaos? So what if he accidentally threw away a stash of documents Haider sent? It was all accidental, okay? Atleast he was trying his best.

"Useless, you're useless." Kenji scoffed to himself as he put on his weapons, attempting to cheer himself up with the mission ahead. Finally, some action. Something to distract himself from.

He has been analyzing and constantly checking the maps for the past couple of hours, planning the area from which he would sneak in, which room the Nexus device could be in. Honestly? The place doesn't even look big at all. Well, he will see it soon for himself anyway. Kenji looked at the electronic clock,

10:58 pm

Time to leave on a little suicide mission.

With a final look in the mirror at himself, his black tactical gear, and all his weapons, visible and not-visible, Kenii left the house.

Twenty minutes later, he had managed to arrive at the location, turning off his invisibility and immediately hiding behind a large bush. Where is this Leyla? They only have four minutes left before the shift change. Whatever, if she doesn't show up, he is going in alone. He doesn't need a nanny to track along with him-

A sound came from behind him.

Kenji quickly took the small knife hidden in his boot and turned around, intending to land a shot at whoever or whatever is behind him but stopped when he saw the person.

He couldn't see her properly at all because it quite dark and she is wearing dark gear similar to his but from what he can see, atleast due to the faint light coming from the broken tall lamp beside them, if this woman is Leyla.....she is absolutely gorgeous.

An elegant yet strong build, warm, slightly tanned complexion, seemingly dark hair but what stood out the most....those otherworldly emerald eyes that could hypnotize you and look absolutely lethal as they stare back at him.

Kenji's trance came to a stop when she said with a slight hint of an accent, "I guess you're the idiot Castle told me about."

He didn't have the chance to reply as she wordlessly crouched beside him and looked through a small opening at the base.

Kenji collected himself and looked at her, asking "I-I am Kenji, this is the first time we meet."

She looked down at her watch, muttering a "One minute left."

He scoffed looking at the guards "Rude."

She still ignored him.

"Um anyways, how did you get to know Castle? I mean, we are like this close with him so I thought I would know about yo-"

She silenced him with a hiss.

"We have nearly twenty seconds before the shift change and I would very much appreciate it if you could just shut the hell up so we can get this over with and then go our separate ways."

He furrowed his brows in frustration. "What's wrong with you? I was just trying to be civil but I guess you wouldn't understand that since you are acting like a cranky old bit-"

She clearly either heard him and chose to ignore him or was too focused on the time because she quickly cut his rant off "It's time. Get up."

Kenji scoffed but got up, refocusing his attention back on the main goal. Get the device and get the hell out. It can't fall into the wrong hands. It can't.

He held his hand out for her to take, causing her to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"How do you expect to get in there? Just walk in? I can make us turn invisible, just hold my hand."

She clearly didn't want to but looked at the base and then back at him before sighing and taking ahold of his wrist instead of his hand. He found it weird but just kept his mouth shut as they both turned invisible.

Kenji felt her hold on his wrist tighten as she adjusted into the feeling. He whispered silently as they began to walk, "Are you ok-"

"Shhh, guards."

Kenji didn't need any more explanation as he saw three guards in the distance seemingly talking with one another. Seems like an awful lot of guards for a small area. That could only mean that they do have something important to protect.

They began silently heading towards an open back door when a woman dressed in a black shirt and loose pants stepped out, standing right in front of the entryway with her head bowed down, looking at a....notepad?

Shit. How the hell are they supposed to move past her and get inside? It's not like they can just walk through her. Kenji felt Leyla's body stand closer to him as they both stopped and just stared at the woman.

Please, for the love of God, can she just-

"Mrs.Pierson, we have a report."

The woman lifted her head to look back at a bulky man who came from behind her.

"I don't have the time, Michael. Tell them if they are going to try and once again just prolong the matter-"

"No, mrs.Pierson trust me, we made it very clear to them that we don't have the patience for their games no more. And by very clear I mean....we used other methods to make them understand."

The woman--mrs.Pierson, apparently--smiled and said a simple "Good" and moved past the man.

What were they talking about? It sure as hell seemed quite crucial. Kenji really felt like he needed to follow them and it seemed like Leyla was thinking the same because she just gripped his wrist tighter with her gloved hand, and made him follow her as she took the lead, entering through the door and following the two strangers.

The hallway was extremely narrow and the walls looked like they are about to crumble down any second now. Kenji barely managed to not trip over something or make noise as he followed Leyla through the tight hallway. Honestly, it seems like she doesn't even have a problem with this. Not once has Leyla made a sound, moving so quietly making Kenji think that if she weren't holding his wrist right now, he wouldn't even be sure if she is still there.

Has she done this before? Of course she has, you idiot. Has she seen worse? What could possible be worse than the war they had? He wonders what she did during that time.

Stop it. Idiot. Why the hell do you care? Why do you even wonder?

Finally, they reached a small opening with only an open door in the center. The wallpaper's here were piss yellow and almost fully ripped off the walls. God, it's not like Kenji is currently staying in a luxury plaza but...what the hell is this shithole? And who the hell are these people?

They quietly came to stand in the entryway as they both took in the room and the people inside it. The woman and the man from earlier were here as well as two more people whom Kenji didn't know about. They were holding what looked like a medium sized, black, shiny box.

He felt Leyla about to step inside the room so he pulled her back immediately, getting the point across that they can stand here and listen. Surprisingly, Leyla listened as he felt her body freeze in one place.

Kenji and Leyla pressed against the wall, their breaths shallow as they listened to the muffled conversation inside the room. The two unknown figures were standing beside a table, the black box placed in the center. The woman—Mrs. Pierson—was now engaged in a conversation with a very short and fidgety man.

"We've had issues with the security systems," Mrs. Pierson was saying, her tone clipped. "Do you have the new codes?"

The man nodded, reaching into his jacket and pulling out a small, metal key. He placed it on the table next to the box. "This is the key to the main vault. It’s the last piece we need to complete the upgrades."

Mrs. Pierson’s eyes narrowed as she examined the key. "Good. The Nexus Device must be secured before the operation begins."

Kenji’s eyes widened slightly. The mention of the Nexus Device caught his attention. So it is something important. Hah! Kenji couldn't wait to see the look on Warner's face when he tells him that he was wrong.

The second man, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up. "The vault's security is tight, but if we can get this device out, it will be worth the risk. The information we’ve received suggests it's an invaluable asset."

Mrs. Pierson nodded, a grim smile on her face. "Indeed. Make sure it's kept in a secure location until the time is right. We wouldn’t want anyone else discovering it."

Kenji felt Leyla’s grip tighten on his wrist. She was clearly assessing the situation, trying to plan their next move. He could sense her tension; she was used to dealing with high-stakes situations, and this one seemed to be no different.

As the conversation continued, Kenji’s attention shifted to the black box. It seemed to be the central focus of their discussion, and if it contained the Nexus Device, they were very close to their objective.

Leyla and Kenji slipped into the room, moving with the practiced stealth that Leyla had demonstrated earlier. Kenji's heart raced, but he kept his focus on the black box, which now lay tantalizingly close. Leyla quickly assessed the room, noting the positions of the two men and the security measures in place.

As they approached the black box, their movements were swift but not without tension. He quickly but carefully as to not touch anything and cause alert, dragged Leyla towards a corner of the room, far from the four people and the three guards currently discussing something in low tones.

"Let's go through the left side of the table, no one is standing there." He whispered so quietly, he thought maybe she hadn't even heard him. But Leyla's confirming squeeze to his wrist told him that she agreed.

Kenji crept closer to the box, his heart racing with anticipation. As he reached for it, he felt a sudden jolt in his power, a flicker of instability.

In that instant, Kenji’s invisibility wavered. He was momentarily visible—a ghostly outline against the darkness—before he could re-stabilize his power. It was enough. Mrs. Pierson’s eyes snapped to his position, her expression shifting from confusion to alarm.

“There’s someone there!” Mrs. Pierson shouted, her voice echoing through the room.

The men turned sharply, their eyes scanning the space. Kenji and Leyla’s invisibility wavered again as they scrambled to adjust their powers. Kenji’s face was now partially visible, caught in the beam of a flickering overhead light. The guards’ alarms were triggered.

“Get them!” one of the men yelled, rushing toward Kenji and Leyla.

The room erupted into chaos. Leyla moved quickly, drawing her weapons and engaging the guards with precise, fluid motions. Kenji, trying to regain full control of his invisibility, grabbed the box and fumbled with it, struggling to keep his powers stable.

Mrs. Pierson lunged for the box, trying to reclaim it from Kenji. He fought back, his movements erratic as he fought to maintain his invisibility. The struggle was fierce, and the room became a whirlwind of combat.

Leyla managed to fend off the attacking guards, her movements a blur of skill and precision. She glanced over at Kenji, who was wrestling with Mrs. Pierson and another man for control of the box.

“Kenji, let’s go!” Leyla shouted, urgency in her voice.

Gunshots were heard everywhere as Kenji managed to regain control over his body and become invisible, quickly runing and appearing behind one of the guards and snapping his neck, then moving on to the man named Michael and using one of the knives strapped to his body to stab his back, causing the man to crumble on the floor with a cry.

Leyla seemingly swiftly took care of the other two guards, her swift and fluid motions knocking out mrs.Pierson in the process. She wanted to kill her but the shouts from the outside confirmed Kenji's thoughts that there are more guards coming and they needed to get the hell out....like right now. He quickly grabbed Leyla and ran.

With the box secured, Kenji and Leyla made a break for the back door, their path now clear thanks to Leyla’s skilled combat. They dashed down the narrow hallway, the sounds of pursuit growing louder behind them.

Outside, they sprinted through the darkness, Kenji still trying to stabilize his powers. As they reached a corner of the building, Kenji glanced back to see guards pouring out, their shouts growing fainter.

Leyla skidded to a halt, pulling Kenji into a shadowed alcove. “We need to get out of here before they catch up.”

Kenji nodded, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “I think... I think I’m losing my powers.”

"No you are not. I think its the effects of being this close to the device that are affecting our powers. It's too strong! Even I feel my own powers waning."

Leyla, her breath steadying, glanced at the device. “We need to figure out what this thing actually does. There might be a way to use it to our advantage.”

Kenji nodded, looking equally determined and exhausted. “Alright, let’s see what we’ve got.”

They moved to a small, dusty and broken chair in the alcove. Kenji placed the box on it, and Leyla began to carefully pry it open. Tension was high, and they both felt the urgency of their situation.

As Leyla worked on the box, Kenji’s impatience got the better of him. He reached over to help, but his movements were rushed and clumsy. “Come on, hurry up! We don’t have all night.”

Leyla shot him a sharp look. “Slow down, Kenji. We don’t know what we’re dealing with.”

Kenji’s frustration boiled over. “I know! But we need to get out of here before—”

He accidentally knocked the box off the table with a jolt. The device tumbled to the ground, and the lid popped open. A strange, pulsating glow emanated from within, filling the room with a blinding light.

“What did you do?” Leyla shouted as she tried to grab the device, but the light grew intense, enveloping them both.

Kenji reached for the device, but it slipped from his grasp. As he tried to stabilize it, he and Leyla were both caught in the expanding radiance. The light grew brighter and brighter until everything around them was engulfed in a blinding flash.

When the light finally faded, Kenji and Leyla found themselves in an entirely different setting. The warehouse was gone, replaced by a landscape that was completely unfamiliar. They were surrounded by a complete and vast greenery, the sun was high and shining brightly, there were cows and sheep on the grass, large trees covering the area.

“What the hell just happened?” Kenji asked, his voice tinged with panic.

Leyla was looking around, her face pale with horror.

"Where- where the hell are we?!"

"In the past....or the future, I don't even know."

Kenji came closer to Leyla, eyes wide with shock and frustration.

"What the hell did you do, Leyla? This wasn't a part of the plan!"

The moment Leyla turned around to look at him, Kenji felt the air get knocked out of his lungs. He was wrong, her hair wasn't dark at all. The sunlight casted it's soft glows over them, allowing him to see her clearly. Her hair was a very light brown, seemingly slightly curly, her eyes were even more breathtaking under the light, and that face...her soft face that currently held an ice cold expression on it as she stared daggers at him.

".....so you are the one to blame, not me! don't you dare blame me!" Kenji realized then, that she had been shouting at him for the past minute but he completely drowned her words out as his eyes admired every inch of her uncovered body, which wasn't much really, just her face. But it was more than enough because....dear God he had never seen anyone look so beautifully innocent and yet be so cold and hurtful.

"What?" Kenji said with a soft smile, his eyes never leaving her face as his mind was still in his own world. She pinched his ear with her gloved hand, causing him to finally come back to reality as he hissed an "Ow! Why the hell did you do that?!"

She crossed her arms. "Listen, Kishimoto, we need to know the date for us to even know where the hell we ended up in. Time travel, anything having to do with time in general, isn't simple at all. One wrong move and you could end up in a place where you can't even get out of."

"Kishimoto, huh? So we are absolutely formal now?"

She sighed and looked skywards. "Out of all the things I said, this is what you are stuck on? And we were never informal to begin with."

Kenji smirked. "We could be informal too, if you only say the word--"

"Hey! What the hell are you doing on my lawn?"

They both turned around to see a man, presumably in his fifties, striding towards them.

Kenji pushed Leyla behind him as a serious expression overtook his face, readying to strike at any sign of danger. Leyla just scoffed and moved past him coming to stand beside him when the man reached them. Kenji was about to say something but she intercepted quickly.

"What is todays date, old man?"

The man looked at her and threw his arms in the air. "Old man? Old man?! I am only 58! And who the hell d'you think you are, heh? Coming into my lawn, my goddamn property unnanounced-"

Kenji heard Leyla's voice turn even icier, if it was possible, as she asked- no, stated in a threatening voice, "What date is it."

The man too, clearly got the memo as he quickly stopped rambling and looked between them, his hands fidgeting.

The moment he said the date, Kenji wanted to tear his hair off. They were in the fucking past! With no way out! or...

That's right, Leyla had her time powers! she could get them out, right?....right?

Leyla seemingly also understood what timeline they were in as she quickly dragged him away without saying another word to the old man, who was still muttering something under his breath but was too scared of Leyla to shoo them away. Once they were in the other side of the lawn, behind a large farmhouse, Kenji looked at her wide eyed, "We are in the past! Are you kidding me?! Is this actually happening?! What the-"

"Will you shut the hell up, Kishimoto? Yes, we are in the past, but....this past is different."

"How different?"

Leyla's eyes drifted behind him, seemingly lost in thought. "This is thirty years before the Reestablishment took over. I have been in thousands of timelines but never this, never this one."

Kenji's eyes widened as his mouth hanged open. He whisper-shouted "What?! So, you mean to tell me that there is no Reestablishment?1 No wonder this place is so vibrant and alive. Why didn't you ever come to this timeline?"

Leyla crossed her arms, her expression becoming indifferent once more. "That is none of your business."

Kenji sighed. She wasn't an easy one, that much was clear about her. "Whatever, now can you please use your little time traveling powers to get us back to our rightful timeline?"

"No, I can't."

Kenji felt the hope drain out of him. "No? What the hell do you mean, no?! Aren't you supposed to have these time-manipulating powers or whatever-"

"I do, alright? I do. It's just that they are absolutely depleted at the moment. The Nexus Device- it seemingly affected me more than anyone else because we both have the power of time. Like calls to like, it seems. We drained each others powers. I need a couple of days to recharge even half of what that stupid device took from me."

This was madness. Absolute madness. Kenji prayed that maybe this was some sort of a nightmare that he was in, that he would wake up soon and go about his day. But, alas, it was all very much real.

Kenji leaned against the wall, his eyes wide in horror and realization.

"Holy shit."

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[xolliwritez]

Oya? Oya Oya? Oya Oya Oya?

You know what I haven’t consumed in a while… Bokuto/Akaashi…. May I request them? owo

How To Train Your Owl || Haikyuu!! Tk Fic

A/N: Sister hello!! I have never written for these two lol, but their dynamic is honestly so adorable that I wish I did a fic on them sooner!! I hope you enioy!!

Summary: Bokuto is getting on Akaashi's nerves while his trying to practice, resorting to childish punishments for his childish senior.

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The rest of the team had already left, leaving Akaashi and Bokuto in the gym to practice. Bokuto had the keys in his pocket so once they finished, he could lock it up and leave with his teammate.

What people in their team didn't know was their secret relationship. The two had been dating since they were in second camp, which no one had even caught them out on.

As Akaashi went to hit the ball, he took at glance at Bokuto and flushed as he winked at him, causing him to miss the ball, much to Bokuto's amusement. "Bokuto.. you distracted me again." Akaashi bit his tongue once he said that to hide his irritation, and Bokuto laughed, coming to his side of the net and wrapping an arm around him, bringing him close.

"Aww, what's wrong? Did I fluster you?" He teased, making kissy lips before making a yelp as Akaashi lightly shoved the ball at his face, making him pout playfully. "So cruel to your lover boy! I'm hurt!" He feigned sadness, making Akaashi shake his head with an amused smile, kissing his cheek. "There, better?" He asked, Bokuto making a quick mod with a satisfied smile, returning to the other side of the net.

As Akaashi went to set the ball, he glanced at the dual haired, his cheeks flushing and forgetting about the ball as Bokuto made a devious smirk at him. Okay, now he was doing this intentionally.

Akaashi gritted his teeth and let the volleyball roll away, he walked towards Bokuto, who raised his hands and laughed out of pure amusement. "Bokuto! You're doing this on purpose, this isn't practice anymore!" He huffed, Bokuto wiping a stray tear from how hard he was laughing. "Sorry! It's just so adorable seieng you blush over something so simple!"

That reply, however, set Akaashi off, as he backed Bokuto to the back of the cold gym walls, as he continued to laugh. "You wanna laugh? Fine, I'll give you a reason to laugh." And with that, hands descended upon the other, clawing motions towards his underarms, making the other practically howl, arm's clenching downwards defensively. "AH!? Akahahahashi! Please! Ihi'm sohohorry!"

"No, you aren't." Akaashi huffed, iritation spreading over his face, as Bokuto used a hand to quickly shove at him, only to regret it as louder laughter sparked out of him due to the younger speeding up his movement's, growing more strategic. "Akahashi! Okay! Yohour right! I'm nohot sorry! Buhut you are adoraHAHA- OH CHRIHIST!" He threw his head back, his body sliding down the gym wall, exposing himself, as he shivered once the cold walls hit his back, and Akaashi took full advantage of this situation. He darted his hands down and opted to massage his thumbs against his lower ribs towards Bokuto's side's, making him curl inwards, a loud yet adorable snort unsheathing itself from his lungs.

"Wow, you must've grown more ticklish then last time, hm? Ir is it the cold that's doing me a favour?" Akaashi pointed out, tracing his pinky against his side, making goosebumps erupt against Bokuto's skin, as he jerked around, frantically giggling and opting to shove at Akaashi, making a smug smile crawl over his features.

Goosebumps turned to full on belly laughter as Akaashi snuck a hand to reach down, squeezing and kneading deep circles against Bokuto's knee's, making him kick his leg out, his body becoming limp as he hugged himself, joyful tears brinking the corners of his eye's. "GAHAH!? Akaha-KASHI!! DAHAMN YOU!" He cackled, the smug smile turning into a soft one, as he stopped and laid himself ontop of him, resting his head against his shoulder and kissing his cheek, making him blush.

"You're cruel, you know that?" He laughed, wrapping a weak arm around the younger, kissing his forehead in return, making the other smile up at him, squirming and giggling as Bokuto playfully scribbled his side's for a moment, "Okay okahay! I aham!" Akaashi admitted, sighing in proud defeat as Bokuto stopped, the two just cuddling there for the time being until Bokuto recovered.

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

I’ve been following you for a while now but haven’t taken the time to say how much I appreciate your take on things. I don’t always agree 100% (but I don’t always do that with people I know in real life) but I feel like you say things worth saying and have a good and realistic grasp on things. I love coming to your blog for my Ewan/Aemond fixes and also like how you don’t fly off the handle anytime the show doesn’t go our way. Do I love all the show choices from this season? Absolutely not. But I just love Ewan and his take on the character and your blog is a good space for me. Thanks for all you do!

Thank you so much for your kind words 💕

I work full time, I have side hustles, I am a wife to a needy husband and a human to a needy dog. This is my means to let off steam and have fun in a low energy manner, so I don’t want it to feel stressful. I really don’t see the point of logging on specifically to shit all over something I am supposed to enioy.

Let’s say, for instance, you join a crocheting club as a means to relax and meet new people, and the pattern you’re given to follow isn’t one you’re hugely keen on. You can either choose to leave the crocheting club, or simply continue to follow the pattern for the joy of crocheting and interacting with others who share your interest.

You wouldn’t throw a fit and demand the pattern be changed, or jab other people with your needles, or go out of your way to spoil it for others simply because you’re not getting your way. And if you would, you need to explore why that is, because that is a huge character flaw.

I realise this metaphor is a bit of a stretch, but I hope people get what I’m trying to say.

[aranock]

Hi hi, just wanted to send an ask giving you my regards of appreciation for your work on Jessie Gender's video about the barbie movie. I thought the script was well-written and easily understood even by someone like me who is just beginning to breach lessons I learned from society about how the world works vs the inequalities faced by intersectional people across the world and especially the western view of capitalism and its impact on how it reflects back on what society values. Also it reminded me that i need to finish watching the matrix movies with a fresh perspective and enioy its nuances. Much love for your future endeavours and I hope we can all continue to believe in a better world for all of us in our time.

I'm glad you liked it! Thank you for the kind words I'm pretty proud of my work on that script, also heres the video for those on here who have not seen it. I really wish I had liked the film, I am frankly baffled by the reception it got.

Also if you're going to rewatch the matrix films, may I suggest watching these 2 videos first.

It was a very weird experience seeing Barbie's strangely cis misappropriation of elements of the Matrix to attempt to talk about gender more directly, while ending up saying worse things about gender than the much more allegorical metaphorical aspects of the works it aped from. Made me frankly appreciate these films more than I already did.

The Matrix in similar ways to Barbie is limited within certain privileged perspectives, as I discuss early in The Matrix is Intrinsically Trans, but Barbie somehow manages to make that issue significantly more noticeable and more prominent.

And just to be clear for those who have not watched, while Jessie and I are critical of Barbie, we also touch on its good elements and at the end of that bit, to quote an addition I made to the script, state that "Discussing our issues with the work does not remove those positive elements, just like how someone enjoying the film does not remove the issues. Multiple things can be true about a work at the same time, and ignoring marginalized perspectives because its inconvenient to you is an issue both in the film and with people who want to enjoy it uncritically."

[winemum-ignis]

Hiiii!!! I was wondering if you had a Snapchat!! If you don't wanna say it then that's okay, I was just wondering, I hope you have a nice day and I love your blog so much!! ❤️❤️

Hiiiiiii! I do but tbh, I never post anything on it I just abuse it for its filter then post them all on here lmao.  Like I think the last time I even posted anything on there was October last year? I have debated making a specific, separate one just to do Ignis’ face but that’s a whole lot of effort and I am a whole lot of lazy 👌

[astroluvr]

can you do a fic with famous y/n and jack getting spotted at a drake concert and they’re singing a song that they consider “their song” and he’s whispering in her hear cute things, and it’s posted on social media by fans or paparazzi? something super fluffy!

also for song reference maybe shut it down by drake? it’s my favorite song by him & the first song that came to mind when i thought of this ask ahaha, i love your page thank you!! :)

thank you sm, i hope u enioy!!

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You’d been nursing the same cold glass since you arrived at the club. You and Jack got invited out and decided against spending another Saturday night in on the couch, despite the appeal of not worrying about anyone catching you two out. You’d been swaying around a high table with a few friends while Jack was leaned over you on the balcony. When you looked up again, expecting to find him laughing with someone up top, you instead saw him talking to a DJ. You assumed he’d given him a flash drive with an unreleased song on it, but you were pleasantly surprised when he came jogging down the steps in his black cargo pants and a tight white shirt.

You met him by the stairs by another empty table and looked back up at the DJ who had his eyes on the keyboard as another song neared the end. “Hey, baby. Did you give him one of your songs?”

“I gave him our song.” Jack said while kissing on your neck, smiling when the song ended.

“Not that one, Jack!” you exclaimed, pulling back and searching for eye contact.

“No, not that one.” he laughed, catching the reference to a song he made in the studio with you one day that you refused to allow him to release. The terror of having your family hearing the crude lyrics was enough to give you a heart attack. “Our song.”

“Wha-” the question you were about to ask was answered immediately interrupted by the opening beat of a Drake song. “Oh, my God.”

“These girls ain’t got nothing on you.” Jack began and you shook your head, trying to escape him before he started embarrassing you.

Jack, however, did not give you the mercy. He took the drink from your hand and finished it off in one swig, setting it down on the table and using both hands to hold your hips.

“It’s obvious you’re pretty,” he sang, kissing from your temple down to your neck and holding you close to his chest. “Heard that you’re a student working weekends in the city.”

It took you the rest of the verse to finally loosen up and move your hands from your side up to his upper back. You swayed along with Jack and pretended that you weren’t feeling like the only girl in the world. The two of you caught everyone’s attention, the song changing the entire vibe of the environment.

Instead of letting your heated cheeks take away from the moment, you listened to the low timbre of Jack’s voice singing the song to you. Drake’s voice accompanied him in the vocals, but he- as always, made it his own.

“You know you’re the baddest around, round, round. And they notice, they notice.” you giggled when he followed your gaze to the people watching. “These girls ain’t got nothing on you, they ain’t got nothing on you.”

He pulled back to sing the next few lines, but kept a hand on your hip as he rocked to the song. He knew you’d feel awkward if he wasn’t there to share in the moment. You smiled and danced along, rocking your hips slightly and playfully grabbing his hand when it slipped down to squeeze your butt.

“Damn, it’s like that?” he grunted, pulling you back into him to hear your laugh in response.

“I’m not that easy.” you muttered, dancing with him slowly and earning a skeptical look from your boyfriend.

“Debatable.” he argued and you quirked an eyebrow.

“Not as easy as you.” you countered and Jack bursted out in laughter. “Why do I feel like I found the one? What's in these shots that you ordered us? Damn, I mean you sure know how to paint a town. Ever since you came around, it's obvious.” you continued the song and Jack smiled down at you.

“You’re so fine, baby.” he bent to kiss your glossed lips and you smiled when he pulled back and revealed the shimmer on his plump lips. When he pursed them to taste the fruity drink you had, he grimaced at the sticky substance that was transferred. “Oh, my-”

“You looking good girl, go, go, go get 'em girl. Go, go, go hit 'em girl, go, go, go, go, go, go.” you teased, picking his hand up and walking to the front of his body before pulling it around your chest and dancing.

Jack got over it quickly and rested his chin on the top of your head, making sure your butt was cradled in his hips. He splayed his other hand over your stomach and held your hand over your chest. “We were made for each other, babe.”

“Mmhmm.” you hummed, squeezing his hand tight and smiling. “I couldn’t think of anyone better than you, J.”

He went quiet and shut his eyes for a moment, happily pretending that nobody was watching or recording when they realized just who was in front of them. “You still the baddest girl around, 'round, 'round. And they'd notice, they'd notice. You would shut it down.”

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jharlowupdates

jharlowupdates Jack and his girlfriend, Y/N L/N- a Fenty ambassador and make-up artist, were spotted out clubbing last night!

jackharlover OMG I LOVE THEM 😫😫😫

y/nsflowers my parents.

user5367 my friend was there last night and they were dancing to shut it down by drake!!

y/nandjackcentral i want what they have.

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@whoreforharlow

[kazewhara]

behind those eyes.

# — pairings: kazuha, xiao x gn!reader

# — characters: gender neutral reader, kazuha, xiao

# — summary: "your nightmares follow you like a shadow, forever." – alexsandar hemon

# — warnings: nightmares, mentions of abandonment and death

# — tags: canon non-compliance, poly kazuha × reader x xiao, hurt/comfort, nightmares, grieving, fic re-write

# — notes: this is just a bigger re-write of something i wrote on my old writing blog, so god forbid if you ever come across it, just know that it's mine, lmao. anyways i'll give you three chances to guess how my morning started. as always, reblogs and reactions are appreciated and i hope you enioy

wanna join the tag list?

✧ — 🍁 + 🍃 — ✧

"does it ever get any easier?"

xiao and kazuha share a look over your head, neither one understanding your question or who it was meant for. both of them are situated on either side of you, enveloping you in their combined warmth. you'd been trembling violently until a few minutes ago and until now, you were completely silent. both men were content with your silence so neither of them were expecting such a question.

"does what get any easier, starlight?" kazuha's fingers weave into your hair. he swiftly undoes any kinks or knots he catches as he does so, silently relishing in the little sigh you gift him with. he pulls back to get a better look at your face, though he immediately wishes he hasn't. your eyes are red-rimmed and watery still, though there's a fragile smile on your lips.

you're facing him but you don't look at him. you sniff and chuckle humorlessly, the sound thin and flimsy. "losing someone close to you." you explain. "coping with it. does it ever get any easier?"

again, your lovers exchange a look that you can't see. both of them know why you're asking such a thing but they hesitate to answer. while kazuha lets the question marinate in his head, xiao takes the lead. you always let down your guard around him, but you're especially vulnerable right now. he does his best to choose his words carefully.

the first thing that comes to mind is a firm no. there was not a single loss in xiao's life that he didn't still feel the consequences of. nothing ever got any easier for him; his karmic debt was proof enough and you knew that. there's been many a day in which you and kazuha have had to watch as he suffered from flare-ups that he couldn't handle, the two of you paralyzed by your inability to help lessen the pain.

the same went for kazuha, who also hesitates to be honest and tell you no. though tomo's death was in the past, it haunts his dreams so often that it may as well happen every single day. you've found kazuha rendered silent and immobile by his grief on more than one occasion while you could do nothing but hold him in your arms.

but perhaps their situations were extraordinary. xiao isn't human and kazuha is a fugitive; both men have special circumstances much unlike your own. the average human will never see as many years as xiao has, and the average person will never perish from the musou no hitotachi like kazuha's friend.

what you needed in this moment was not blunt honesty, but genuine comfort.

"if you're asking for my personal opinion," xiao begins, "i don't believe that it does."

you take a shuddering breath and xiao's lips curve downwards.

"however, that doesn't mean i believe that you should grow used to it." he continues. his fingers find rest on your waist. "nor should you spend your life anticipating it, either. my knowledge of mortals may be limited, but i know that living in such a way isn't... it isn't truly living."

kazuha, who'd been listening intently, picks up where xiao leaves off. "like most things," he says, "i believe loss is best taken in stride, though it may hinder your movement. it's..."

painful, he struggles to tell you. agonizing, even. his heart still hasn't fully mended after all this time and xiao's will never be truly mended. the three of you came together and did your best to put each other back together, but there were still pieces that none of you could find and put back into place.

then, like a stray bolt of lightning, the answer strikes him, making the hairs at the back of his neck stand up.

"loss is best experienced with another."

xiao blinks at kazuha a few times. there's something in his tone that gives away his revelation, but xiao doesn't mention it because within a few seconds, he understands as well. neither of them are sure why it took them until now to understand the truth behind those words.

kazuha keeps speaking, his fingers sliding down out of your hair and coming to cup your jaw. "when... tomo passed, i... i was alone. nobody helped me process the events of that day when it happened, so i had to learn firsthand that time is the best cure for such things."

xiao pulls you a bit closer to his chest, his thoughts calming when he feels you relax some more. "but in your case," xiao murmurs, "you will not be alone. you will have us." your eyes close and kazuha sees a few stray tears slip past your lashes.

"i will take on as much of your suffering as i can if you allow me." kazuha tells you.

you start to shake again, a wave of fresh tears likely about to descend upon you. "you guys have enough to deal with." you stammer, your voice breaking. "i don't... you don't need to do that."

"but we will." xiao's voice is firm behind you. he ducks down and presses a kiss to the back of your neck, your breath catching when he speaks again, his lips still on your skin. "that wasn't a request."

"we will always be here if you need us." kazuha gently clears your face of your sorrow and his throat tightens with the urge to share in it. "you are never alone, dove. you never will be." how fortunate it is that kazuha is the one seeing you cry and not xiao -- xiao's never been very good at handling your tears.

xiao and kazuha feel your gratitude more than they hear it. you wrap your arms around kazuha and squeeze, and you finally allow your legs to tangle with both of theirs. the two of them sink into the bed further, relieved that they've managed to put you at ease, even if only by a little.

"pain like this will destroy you if you shoulder it all by yourself." xiao says again. you nod shakily in understanding.

kazuha sighs and allows the pained tears to sting his eyes. a few get the better of him and fall, but he doesn't make any move to stop it. he kisses your forehead as you allow yourself to sob once more.

the things they've said are not only true to some degree, but they are also things that they wish they'd been said to them when they needed it the most. they can never go back to those times -- they don't want to -- so they keep their eyes forward. you would do the same for them in a situation like this. in fact, you already have.

it was you who went to zhongli in search of the medicine xiao needed; you who went with kazuha to visit tomo's grave after months of avoiding it; you who coaxed kazuha out of the shell he'd unknowingly forced himself into; you who made xiao understand that the life he lives was not one he sought, but one he was given -- that he was still worthy of love. it was all you.

you were the angel who taught them to feel pain, to let it trample them, but to slowly but surely get up, and keep on their way.

you taught them to be human, and they'll be damned if they ever have to let you suffer in the way they have to -- the way they do.

so until this passes, until you understand that you, too, can be human, they will be here.

✧ good morning, ig.

[purple-babygirl]

hi there!! i weallyyy love ur work!!! and bratty angel was so good 🥺🥺 i dunno if ur taking requests but if u r can i pls send in one like some sort of additional or alternate ending-ish for bratty angel? like when steve tucks her in after she tells him to wish bucky a good night for her, what if she also asks him to give bucky her favorite stuffie like "can you please wish daddy a good night for me , uncle steve? and tell him i'm weeally sorry and i love him veeeery much" "oh!! can you pls give him bunny too? daddy gets nightmares and i dont wan' him to be alone" "bunny always helps me when im feelin' scared and daddy is not around, she'll make daddt feel better" 🥺🥺

Pairing: Daddy!Bucky Barnes x f!little!reader

Word Count: 890

Summary: Alternative ending to bratty angel.

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, fluff.

A/N: Thank you so much, Nonnie. You're so sweet! So happy you like what I write:"💜 I'm not supposed to be taking requests but everyone keeps sending such good ideas and next thing I know I'm at 2k words. This was so cute it made me so soft:' Thank you for requesting, I hope I did your lovely alternative ending justice and thank you again 💜💜 please enioy xx.

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So I was thinking maybe Daddy doesn’t forgive her right away that afternoon she offered Uncle Steve her savings? Maybe he continues to stay mad till he’s sure she’s really learned her lesson.

And she doesn’t disappoint him. She finishes her dinner that night like a good girl, thanking Uncle Steve every time he puts food on her plate for her. She remains polite when Steve is bathing and dressing her for bed, too, staying still on his lap as he combs her wet hair. She’s sad it’s not Daddy but she’s finally learning to be grateful for Uncle Steve, letting him take care of her like he’d wanted to.

When Steve’s tucking her in that night she whispers again, “can you please tell daddy I said goodnight tonight too?”

“Sure, sweetheart.” Steve smiles, caressing her cheek.

“Can you also tell him I’m really sorry and I love him very very veeeery much?” Her eyes tear up a little as she repeats on Steve that he must deliver her message word for word.

Steve chuckles lovingly and reassures her that he will tell Bucky she loves him very much with three ‘very’s. And then he’s kissing her forehead, ready to get up and let her sleep but she clutches his fingers before he can.

“And- And can you please give him Bunny too?” she asks getting the soft, white stuffed animal out from underneath her covers and holding it up for Steve, “Dada gets nightmares and Bunny always helps me when I get scared when dada’s not here.” Her glossy, puppy eyes plead with the speechless man as she holds out the toy for him.

Steve’s melting at her softness and the way her caring, little self is looking out for Bucky even in his sleep. He’s not sure if he should be taking away her favourite stuffy though. She loves Bunny. How’s she going to sleep if he takes it from her and gives it to Bucky?

“Sweetheart,”

“Please, Uncle Steve, don’t want daddy to be alone. Bunny will make him feel better.” Puppy eyes intensify and a pout is added. Steve sighs and reaches over.

Bucky enters the room when Steve is about to take Bunny and she falls silent. Both men exchange looks and Steve smiles before kissing her head once more, “goodnight,” he whispers, walking out of the room to give them space.

“How about you make daddy feel better, doll?” Bucky offers, looking at her longingly and she gazes up at him, confused but hopeful.

“Would you let daddy sleep next to you and Bunny tonight?”

“Really?” she asks, wiggling out of the blanket, and getting up on her knees. Bucky chuckles and nods, climbing next to her on the bed.

“I missed you, dada.” She tells him, throwing her body at his and clinging to him.

Bucky sighs, wrapping his big arms around her, pressing his mouth to her shoulder. The warmth of her body against his and the sweet smell of her hair ground Bucky like nothing else could.

“I missed you too, doll. I missed you very very veeeery much,” Bucky says, imitating her sentence structure from not a minute ago as he hugged her tighter.

“I said sorry to Uncle Steve and I mean it.” She pulls away to cross her heart and Bucky smiles at how adorable she is, leaning forward to kiss her chest where she crossed before holding her hand and kissing her pointer.

“I know, doll. I know, you’re a good girl.” He pecks her lips and she blushes, giving him her drunk-in-love smile with her palms pressed to his chest.

“Dada really gonna sleep with me and Bunny?”

“Yeah, if Bunny’s okay with it,” Bucky jokes, getting her back under the warm covers before moving himself next to her.

“She’s okay with it." She nods. "She loves you, dada.” She promises, placing Bunny on Daddy’s chest, “we’re gonna protect you.” She pecks the spot between Bucky’s eyes.

“Yeah? You’ll protect daddy from the nightmares?” He asks her softly, bringing her to his side to have her head on his shoulder as he moves Bunny to rest above his other shoulder.

“Yes, dada. I’ll protect you from all the nightmares.” She kisses the top of Bucky’s cheek before snuggling up to him, her hand patting his chest gently. God, she is perfect.

“Thank you, doll,” Bucky kisses her hairline and forehead, his arm gratefully tightening around her waist, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

And it’s true. Bucky doesn’t know where or how he’d be if it wasn’t for his doll and her big, loving heart that he believes he doesn’t deserve being there for him. Her kindness and tenderness keep him alive. The fond looks she always gives him, her smile each and every time her eyes meet him, the little kisses she leaves on him whenever she could and the way she’s so unconditionally in love with him are things Bucky never thought he would have. Yet, there she was, sleeping soundly in his arms, feeling safe enough with him to let all of her guards down, her trust unknowingly destroying all of the walls he’d built up around himself, and Bucky’s never felt so whole.

“I love you, doll,” Bucky whispered, kissing her hair.

“I love you too, dada. Veeerry much.”

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Tags: @harrysthiccthighss, you said everything🤷🏻

[yellowstitches]

Good day/evening Tumblr followers!!! Here's a more official comeback + catchup below

As stated in my other post, I've been VERRRY busy working on a huge and long-term project with a very dear friend of mine!

I intended to finish up chapter 1 on the 23rd, same day as DHMIS release... But guess what? I caught a cold!!! 🙃 This put me behind on the work I was already doing, which left me no extra time to continue this blog.

I still plan to bring this chapter to a close and work into chapter 2 some time soon, but I hope you all can be patient with me and wait even longer! So sorry!

I've also made huge improvements in my art since the start of this comic, which I would never have predicted, due to the collaboration. So I hope you all will enioy it even more ♥️

For those interested in the project I'm collaborating on, it is a VOCALOID storytelling series (Think similar to Evillious or Namari Hime but primarily in English) Where my friend Belzer does the music, story-writing, & video editing, and I do illustration & design.

You can check the latest song out here!

I do suggest looking back into ALL of his music as well, though, the newer ones (since I've joined) won't make sense otherwise!

Thank you for reading, and I hope to entertain you all again soon!

[rovermcfly]

Rover! I thought I would finally give Ted Lasso a try, I'm only just on ep 2 but it is CHARMING and I'm annoyed about it (affectionately). just wanted u to know u got a convert or whatever I guess lmao

thank you for letting me know, it makes me feel extremely powerful when people tell me I got them to start watching. I hope you continue to enioy and will join in the brainrot once you're done 🙏

[sp00kworm]

I just wanted to say that I loved ready Blue Kyber. Kit is definitely a cocky little bastard and I love him for it. Will there be a part two by any chance?

Anon I hope you receive flowers. I'm glad you enioyed the fic! For now I don't have plans to continue it as I'm working on a Cad Bane fic and then maybe some Maul stuff!

[feeling-uncomfy]

Part two!! I hope you enjoy- I'm really enjoying writing this! :D

There are no specific warnings, just Tokoyami having no clue how to talk to people and then fucking up when talking to hot dudes. Also there's a mention of COPD (I did a little research)

Enioy!

Hawks was there in ten, dragging Tokoyami behind him. Tokoyami grumbled until the door opened again, and he looked up to tell the person to fuck off, but froze.

Gang Orca walked in, bodyguards flanking him, but that's not what caught his eye. Oh no, not the people who could flick him and kill him, damn his size.

It was the boy who followed him in, eyes darting around the lobby, curious and almost.. afraid? He was tall, and the lower half of his face was covered by a skintight mask, while the top half was mostly covered by bangs, hanging low over his eyes no matter how much he swiped them out of his face.

He was muscular, but he seemed so gentle, with a nervous kind of excitement while walking in. He stuck to Gang Orca's side like glue, never straying too far. Tokoyami genuinely found himself frozen, his face burning a bright red at the sight of him. He was shaken from his staring by Hawks brushing past him to greet their guests.

"This is Tokoyami, say hello." Tokoyami blinked up at the boy, who stares right back. Neither said anything, but they didn't need to, really. The taller one broke the silence by bowing at the hip and speaking.

"Hello," the boy kept his head low, and didn't say anything else, almost like he wasn't sure he could. Tokoyami blinked dumbly again before straightening up.

"You don't have to bow, do I look like royalty to you?"

Tokoyami and Hawks winced in unison at Tokoyami's poor choice of words. Luckily, the boy laughed it off as if it was normal to be spoken to in such a way. Tokoyami bristled, and Gang Orca didn't comment.

Hawks spoke over Tokoyami's apology. "Gang Orca, my office should be an okay place for us to talk, Shouji, Tokoyami, why don't you two wait in the lounge?" Gang Orca almost moved in to stop them, but stopped at Shouji's enthusiastic nod.

Tokoyami found himself leading this absolutely handsome, dreamy boy, who's name he now knew to be Shouji, into the lounge. Wow.

He opened the door, and once Shouji was inside, he stood politely in the corner, not a word left his mouth. Tokoyami looked over, confused.

Shouji felt eyes on him, and he looked over to see Tokoyami staring. Instinctively tensing, Shouji fought to find something to say. People weren't really his thing, in fact, new places in general weren't his thing.

Nevertheless, when he'd been told he was going to actually be going somewhere that wasn't a bunker, Shouji didn't think of the consequences when he nodded. Being outside was something that happened once in a blue moon, and while he knew why, he couldn't help but want to be out there, doing something.

He had little to no involvement with the company Gang Orca ran, yet he knew the facility better than even the longest working person there. He probably knew the place better than Gang Orca. Shouji looked around the room, curiosity winning over his preemptive fear.

Forgetting the other person in the room, Shouji walked around and explored the room. Picking up things of interest, putting it back exactly where he had found it. Well, out of habit he organised it a little, but he didn't think about it as he went from item to item, mumbling to himself as he looked through the books.

It wasn't until Tokoyami spoke up that Shouji was brought out of his own world. "What are you doing?" Tokoyami once again winced at his tone. He sounded like Hawks talking to a rude dealer, and Tokoyami shook his head and focused on the guest he'd just startled. Shouji almost dropped the book he was holding. Almost.

"Looking, am I not allowed?" Tokoyami strained to hear him, Shouji naturally talking in a quiet voice. Tokoyami tilted his head at the response, more so how nervous it sounded. "Yeah, you are. I was just confused," Shouji seemed to relax at the words and went back to what he was doing.

Tokoyami watched him move from shelf to shelf, in a world of his own. He wasn't sure why Shouji was so interested in the lounge, it was just full of little collectables that Hawks has gathered over the years. But to Shouji, this seemed to be a whole treasure trove, full of wonders he didn't know existed.

Tokoyami caught glances at his eyes, how they lit up at every new thing he saw. It was endearing, and Tokoyami found himself smiling softly just watching him. It was as if Shouji could see things Tokoyami couldn't, and from how he studied each item, Tokoyami became more convinced he actually could.

But there was something to his curiosity. Tokoyami could go down the street and see half of these things, without fail he could point out where Hawks got them. Either he wasn't as observant as Tokoyami thought, or Shouji had genuinely never seen them before.

"Shouji?" Tokoyami almost snorted at how quickly Shouji put the thing he was holding back where he found it. "Yeah?" Tokoyami looked him up and down before speaking. "Have you.. ever seen these before?" It seemed innocent enough, and Tokoyami didn't miss the way Shouji had started to fidget.

"I-... haven't seen them in person, no." Tokoyami let his confusion show on his face, obviously, and Shouji was quick to explain. "I've seen them in photos, or I've seen them from a distance, but I've never been so close, they're even better up close," Shouji was on a tangent now, pointing out the things he held, giving little facts about them that Tokoyami didn't know before.

For his extensive knowledge, Tokoyami found that Shouji had never actually seen them, or held them. Weird. Tokoyami tuned the talking out, wondering why Shouji hadn't seen them. It wasn't as if they were very rare, in fact, they were common enough for Hawks and Endeavor to compete to get the most.

Hawks won, obviously. He was a hoarder, and a nasty one at that. Anything he could get, he did. Tokoyami was positive Hawks had maxed out one if his credit cards by the end of it.

Getting back on topic, Shouji was still on about a book, oblivious to Tokoyami's spacing out and the large book about to fall off a higher shelf, directly onto his head. Tokoyami glanced up at it and jumped when it wobbled before falling.

Panicking, Tokoyami shot forward, reaching out and yanking Shouji towards him. Unfortunately, Tokoyami completely forgot about the fact that Shouji towered over him, and since Shouji wasn't given a warning, they both were sent to the floor in a heap.

Tokoyami prepared himself to be crushed, but was surprised to find he landed on something soft. Maybe there was a cushion on the floor Tokoyami hadn't seen. That theory was proven wrong when the heard a loud thump. Someone definitely hit the foor.

Tokoyami opened his eyes and was met with grey. It was soft and oddly comfortable, and Tokoyami found himself just laying there, enjoying the pillow. That was, until Shouji spoke from someone above him. "Tokoyami? Are you okay there?" His voice was a lot softer than Tokoyami imagined it would be, up close.

Still, he looked up and froze. Shouji had turned them over, taking the fall and saving Tokoyami the trouble and pain. Tokoyami blinked up at him, realising that his face had just been in his guest's chest, shamelessly basking in its comfort.

To say Tokoyami jumped out of his arms was an understatement. He practically teleported. Shouji blinked before snorting quietly and sitting up. "Sorry about that, you weren't hurt, right?"

Tokoyami looked at Shouji, and couldn't help but think about how pretty his eyes were, Tokoyami could see the concern in them, genuine and kind. Unfortunately, Tokoyami ruined the moment by snapping.

"I can take a hit, you know. I'm not made of glass."

Tokoyami froze at Shouji's eyes widening, and took a step back when he stood up. Tokoyami was half expecting a punch to the face, but felt even worse when Shouji kept his head firmly facing the floor. "Right- right, I'm sorry.." Shouji's voice was even quieter than usual, hesitance ringing clearly.

Fuck. Tokoyami had fucked up. He tried to fix it, carefully stepping closer. "I- it wasn't meant to come out like that, I'm sorry," Tokoyami reached out, only to have Shouji flinch. It was small, but not unnoticeable. Tokoyami pulled his hand back quicker than intended, making Shouji shuffle back. Well, Tokoyami had just earned the title "Asshole of the year" and he couldn't even blame Hawks.

Shouji crossed his arms. He really wanted to make a good first impression, but he messed that up, and Tokoyami probably didn't like him. Shouji looked at the floor and fought the urge to get out of the room. He understood now why he wasn't always allowed outside, he messed up whenever he talked to people.

Shouji opened his mouth to apologise when the door opened again. Hawks was there, not looking pleased. "Hi there kids. Why don't you two go on a walk? It's pretty boring in here." Tokoyami blinked at the clear anger ringing through Hawks's voice, and nodded for his own safety, not wanting the nearest object thrown at him.

"That sounds good, c'mon Shouji." Tokoyami looked over at Shouji, begging him to just listen and not question anything. Thankfully, his enthusiasm from earlier returned to him and he nodded quickly. Tokoyami let himself relax, maybe the damage from earlier wasn't so bad?

The two left the building, missing Hawks putting a hand in front of Gang Orca and glaring, demanding an explanation. "You're telling me that this kid, a kid younger than my brother isn't allowed outside? How long have you had him locked up?" Hawks had one too many questions floating through his head, and a whole lot of anger directed at Gang Orca.

Gang Orca sighed and explained. "He's got Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease, have you heard of it?" Hawks nodded slightly. "It doesn't allow the necessary amount of oxygen flow from the lungs, not curable and could make life hell."

Gang Orca continued without hesitation. "In the face of any stressful situation, Shouji has the tendency to panic, and that's not something he can afford to do with this disease. It could be fatal for him."

Hawks nodded, taking it in. "So you're saying he could die if he had a bad panic attack?" Gang Orca nodded and added. "This type of job isn't exactly easy to deal with as you know, it's extremely stressful, and as a child he was constantly sick with it because of his tendency to panic on top of his lungs."

Hawks looked outside, where he had sent the kids. "So you're telling me I just sent a ticking time bomb out into the world, where he hasn't been since he was...?" Gang Orca supplied an age, and Hawks let out a pained noise before taking off and running out into the streets.

He had to find them before his trouble magnet brother got his new friend killed.

[Part 2 end]

[Sorry my writing speed has decreased a hell of a lot, I've got school stuff going on, but I should be moving a little quicker-]

[See you next time ;0]

[kyukun]

Family Always Stays Together (OumaSai)

a request for @kokichiomaisbestboy​ !! i hope you enioy it! <33 fair warning, i suck at pregnancy scenes in general and this is as angsty as i could make it owo </p>

title: family always stays together 

summary: Kokichi and Shuichi are happily married, and planning for a family. Their dreams come true when Kokichi becomes pregnant and gives birth to her first child. 

word count: 1427

~~ prompt starts after the cut! ~~

Shuichi arrived home from work, placing his coat down with his keys on the table beside the door. He took off his shoes, holding onto the wall for support. “I’m home.” He stated, hoping his wife would come to greet him. He was surprised when she didn’t however. He became a bit worried, usually she greeted him the minute she heard the door open. But she didn’t this time. 

“Kokichi?” He called out for her, keeping a cautious eye out in case someone had broken in. He noticed their bedroom door was wide open as well as their bathroom light. He called out once more, “Kokichi, you in there?”

He peered behind the wall carefully and realized she was in there. She held something in her hand with a palm clasped over her mouth, tears running down her face. He immediately went to her side, wiping the tears from her face as he cupped her cheeks. “Hey, are you okay?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Shuichi froze, his hands slid down her face as Kokichi showed him the test. Two pink lines were inside the white oval. This… this had to be a dream. “Are you… Is this real?” Shuichi could feel his own tears begin to come forward, he shook her shoulders lightly as she smiled through her tears. “Yeah!” Kokichi hugged Shuichi, her slender arms clasping around her husband’s back as he had now began to cry as well. “I-I’m going to be a dad. I can’t believe it.”

He kissed her cheek, the warm tears hitting his lips. “I love you so much. We’re going to be a family!” Kokichi placed the pregnancy test in her lap and kissed her husband on the lips, realizing her dream was becoming a reality after all. She was really pregnant.

The next few months felt like a dream. Disregarding the awful morning sickness she had felt, the weird food cravings, and the unbelievable pain, it was amazing. They had both been working so hard to have a baby and now it was finally happening. Kokichi was always big on family, wanting one for herself eventually. When she had married Shuichi, they had talked about having kids for a while, and both agreed they wanted a big family. 

Kokichi was a natural mother, while she was playful in nature, she was very kind and caring when she needed to be. This had been their second attempt at having a child. The first time, Kokichi had a miscarriage. While both were upset about the matter, the doctor explained that miscarriages are more common than they think and to not dwell on it too much. 

Regardless, they pulled through and ended up becoming pregnant again. Shuichi and Kokichi had painted their daughter’s room with several colors. They painted sunflowers on the walls, as well as other things that they liked. Shuichi held his wife in his arms as they stared at the wall they had just finished. He kissed her on the cheek, “I can’t believe this is finally happening. You’re going to be a mom.”

“Yeah, that’s usually how it works Shumai. Unless you want to be the mom. I can be the dad!” She turned over and faced Shuichi, her belly pressing up against his but her arms remained wrapped around his waist. “I can get your hat and play baseball with her!” She cleared her throat and made a facial expression which Shuichi assumed was his own. “Come here Machiko, we have some sports to play.“ 

Shuichi laughed, shaking his head. "So you’ve decided on a name already I’m guessing?”

“Yup! Do you like it? It means fortunate one. I want her to be lucky.”

“With having you as a mom? That’s all the luck she already has." 

Kokichi could feel the heat rise to her cheeks as she buried her face in Shuichi’s chest, her pigtails shaking side to side. "That was so corny, I hated it." 

"I love you too.” He kissed the top of her head, his hands still resting comfortably on her lower back. “I love Machiko, too. It’s a cute and perfect name for her.”

The remaining months went by quicker than they had imagined. They had both rushed to the hospital once her water had broken, Kokichi held onto Shuichi’s hand as the pain from her contractions increased tenfold. Shuichi brushed the tears from her cheek as the doctor’s pushed her on a hospital bed, assisting her with every push she had given.

Shuichi stayed by her side as the doctor’s rushed over to Kokichi. “Shit…” One of the doctors muttered under their breath, looking at the others with slight concern. Kokichi pushed and pushed but Shuichi could tell something was wrong. He had a gut feeling about it. “Is she going to be fine?”

“Yes,” The doctor looked up at Kokichi, a small beaming on their lips through their mask. “Just breathe for me, alright?”

Shuichi never let go of her hand, giving her a reassuring smile as tears welled up in her amethyst eyes. Shuichi kissed her forehead, “You’re doing so well, Kichi.”

She gritted her teeth, giving one final push. “She’s crowning. Keep pushing.” 

Her labor had felt agonizing, and long. But alas, it had finally ended. The doctor lifted up Machiko from Kokichi, cutting her umbilical cord as her cries filled the hospital room. Kokichi panted heavily, looking up at her husband with tired eyes. “We… We did it… We’re finally a family.”

Shuichi wept as nurses had taken their daughter away from the doctor’s arms and onto Shuichi’s. “Hey, Shumai. After I leave the hospital, we can finally have our first Christmas with Machiko. I can even make little postcards and everything.” Shuichi laughed as he coddled Machiko, her small face scrunched up as he rocked her. “Can I see her?” She said weakly, reaching for her tiny hand. Shuichi nodded with a teary smile, carefully transferring her onto her mother’s arms. Kokichi couldn’t believe it. She was finally a mom. She smiled sweetly, gently pulling down the hospital blanket that covered her.

“She’s beautiful. She has your eyes and smile. I can’t believe she’s ours. I love you, we’ll be a family forever…” Suddenly, she grew weak. Kokichi’s grip had begun to loosen around Machiko, the monitor beside her hospital bed had begun beating rapidly. Doctors quickly rushed to her aid, “We’re losing her!”

Shuichi took away the baby from Kokichi’s grip, her eyes closed and her chest barely moving. The world seemed to stop at that moment. No… there was no way she was dying. One of the doctors had begun performing CPR to try and gain a pulse but to no avail. “She lost a lot of blood.” One of the nurses glanced over to Shuichi who was in shock, holding the baby close with a grim expression. She quickly moved over to him, holding him by his arm. “Sir, you should wait outside.”

“No!” He yelled, a few other nurses moving over to him to escort him outside of the room. Tears dripped down his face as they tried to move him away. He remained unfazed, holding Kokichi’s limp hand in his own. “She’s not dead! She can’t be!”

“We’re doing everything we can, Sir. Please just wait outside.”

“The hell I will! That’s my wife! I’m not leaving without her!”

The nurses eventually had gotten him to exit the room. One of the doctors came outside of the room, a sour look on his face. Shuichi immediately stood up, his eyes sore from the crying. “Is she going to be okay? Please… please tell me she made it.” “I’m… We did the best we could. I’m sorry for your loss.”

Shuichi ran into the room, pushing aside the doctor. He bent down to his knees beside her bed, the blood from the birth still lingering on the sheets as her lifeless body lay on the bed. He held her hand, intertwining his own with hers. He laid his head on her chest, desperately trying to find a pulse but he couldn’t. He broke down in tears, “No… You can’t be. We were supposed to be a family together.”

He continued crying, sobbing for her eyes to spring to life but they never did. He sobbed into her body for what seemed like hours. He cried his eyes out until he couldn’t cry anymore. He needed to be strong for Kokichi. She wouldn’t want this. He kissed her hand, his red and puffy eyes staring at her sadly. "I’ll take care of Machiko. I promise.”

[chaxs-ctrl]

also, just to clarify, i know that even though i’m being forward about acknowledging things, i know that it doesn’t justify stuff. hold me accountable. i’m an adult capable of knowing right from wrong and i realize that the things i did as a teenager were just impulsive, and that i didn’t really know how to control my emotions. i’m not angry at people for dropping me as friend, but what i am angry about are the people that continue to paint me as a bad person even after several years. 

i don’t care if people hate me. i’d even go as far to say that i deserve some of that hate. but when people literally go out of their way to send me spiteful anons, it makes me question why they’re still crawling back onto my blog just to spite me. truly hating someone is cutting them off completely from their life, so why waste your time to send me a hateful anon? you’re not gaining anything, just scratching an itch that’ll come back. of course, the more you scratch it, the worse it gets. stop festering over me. i get it, you hate me. you want me to die in a fire. you want me to kill myself. are you fucking done beating the dead horse now?

i made mistakes. not that i’m trying to cover it up or anything, but i grew up in a household where treating each other like shit is a common place and i just didn’t recognize that my actions were causing harm. i said some nasty shit, i did some bad things. i hurt some of my closest friends. of course i regret it. of course i wish i didn’t make those decisions. what it all comes down to is that i didn’t have a good moral compass at first, and i learned that the hard way. i forced myself into a corner and lost people that i really care about because of it. i got what i deserved, and i learned to never do it again. 

the only reason why i haven’t turned off my inbox is because i know there’s some people out there that are willing to genuinely give me some insight. and i do really enioy the occasional positive messages. also, i’m not trying to get any pity from anyone. i’ve just been thinking about this within the past few days. it’s not like i can apologize to the people i’ve hurt, nor do i really have the desire to considering they made the right decision to cut me out from their life, i just wish that people would realize that 16-17 year old eligh is far different from the 20 year old eligh now. 

i hope that clears some stuff up.