#i should really be asleep. woops

[kataravimes-of-the-shire]

This has been tickling around in my brain for months.

Room to Grow

The Archeron sisters discuss what they miss about being human.

Kinda ✨angst✨, kinda fluff

Word Count: 1226

“Do you know what I miss?” Feyre sighed wistfully.

She sat with her sisters under the glimmering glass dome of the newly erected Velaris Orangerie. They were seated around a small mosaic-covered table, a steaming pot of tea and a tiered display of cakes before them. The late morning sun gave the space a soft glow, turning all of their hair into varying shades of burnished bronze.

Nesta cocked her head eyes narrowing slightly, she could always see through Feyre’s attempts at feigning innocence, “What do you miss?”

“Stretch marks,” Feyre sighed.

Feyre looked between her sisters. Nesta’s eyebrows had shot up towards her hairline. Elain’s cup of tea had paused midway to her mouth, her petal-coloured lips parted in mild shock. This was not a conversation one had in polite society. Feyre began to scramble for a change of topic. This was still new ground. This peace with her sisters. Openness.

Feyre was about to remark upon the craftsmanship of the dome that soared away above them, or on the already spectacular height of the plants from Summer Court whose uppermost leaves just brushed the underside of the glass.

When Elain let out a small laugh and then tensed, as if bracing herself.

“They were like stripes, I used to hate them on my thighs” - she paused, Feyre met her sister’s warm brown eyes and gave her a nod of encouragement - “I loved that the fashions kept my legs covered. I used to be terrified someone would see them and realise I wasn’t all that beautiful after all.”

“I was so pleased when I finally got some, it was proof I was growing. Proof that I was healing. Or at least what I thought healing was when I was with him,” Feyre fought the temptation to curve her shoulders in towards her body. She reached for another cake, her third or was it fourth? She rarely kept stock of how much food she ate anymore. Only if she felt stressed would the habit of tracking every morsel and crumb come creeping back into her life. Rhysand had only reigned in Nesta and Cassian’s mating ceremony when he discovered her stash of bread, magicked to stay fresh, stashed at the back of their shared closet.

Nesta cleared her throat, bringing Feyre out of her memories before she spoke softly, “I had them on the curve of my breasts; they shone silver in the candlelight. They were beautiful. I always thought yours were too,” she reached out across the table to squeeze Elain’s hand. “Your looks have never been what made you truly beautiful, blossom.”

Elain’s eyes welled with tears, Feyre couldn’t help but beam as she watched her sisters share this moment. Couldn’t help but beam as Nesta reached out and took Feyre’s hand as well, and gave it a light squeeze.

“But do you know what I really miss” - Nesta seemed to shake herself out of the reverent moment she had created - “The lines I had right here,” she pointed to the smooth and flawless patch of skin between her brows.

“Frown lines you mean!” Feyre laughed, sticking her tongue out at her eldest sister. Earning her a frown unmarred by any wrinkles or creases.

“Concern lines, for all the trouble you were always getting into,” Nesta made a playful jab for Feyre’s ribs. Elain hid a snort of laughter behind her hand as she watched their antics.

Feyre delighted in her sisters’ laughter. After a moment they settled back into sipping at their tea and scattering more crumbs down the front of their outfits.

“I had a few grey hairs,” Elain added.

“I did too,” Nesta paused and looked at Feyre, her eyes narrowing in mock anger. “Don’t you dare comment on our age difference.”

“Not many,” Elain continued managing to effortlessly direct the conversation back where she wanted it before Feyre and Nesta descended into chaos once more. “But I think I was going to go grey the same way Mother had started to, before…”

Feyre had tried, and failed many times, to remember what their Mother looked like. But all she had was a sense of severity, of the length of a skirt, the smell of sickness and sometimes of lavender.

“Are either of you missing any moles?” Feyre could admit to herself that this was a last-ditch attempt to save them all from the melancholy they had unwittingly meandered into. “I used to know mine like the constellations of the night skies. I swear some are missing.”

“Oh, and scars!” Elain jolted back from wherever she had gone behind vacant eyes.

“Yes! Moles and scars. Vanished!” Nesta exclaimed. “I had little white specks across my neck and wrists from a pox I caught as a child before either of you were born, I think. Or perhaps Elain was just a babe. I would scratch them whenever Mother or the governess turned their back.”

“I had scars on my hands from learning to use a bow, from setting traps and climbing trees,” Feyre held up her hands and looked at them as if they were completely foreign objects to her. They had been at first. Unknowable.

“I had a sunburst white scar just below my knee,” Elain reached a hand below the table as if feeling for that old wound. “I can’t have been more than seven, out in the garden playing when I heard Father returning from a trip of some sort. I sprinted up the path so fast, skirts flying. You know I’ve always been clumsy, I tripped over my own feet and came down on a sharp stone lining the path.”

“Oh yes! I remember. You got straight back up and kept running. You were so desperate to see Father, he asked why you had ripped your skirts and you only burst into tears once you hiked them up and saw the blood!” Nesta’s mouth quirked up at one side as she recalled the memory.

Feyre knew that Rhys would comment on her glow as soon as she returned to the townhouse. As soon as they were alone she would gush to him about how whole it had made her feel to talk to her sisters, to hear Nesta mention their Father and not stumble over the words.

“I asked Rhys once if he had stretch marks,” Feyre looked out across the undulating meadow of the park, the sun was beginning to burn off the morning dew and the mist twirled like dancers in a ballroom. “He didn’t even know what they were.”

Nesta huffed a laugh and rolled her eyes conspiratorially, “Cassian couldn’t understand how we got scars for such minor wounds.”

Elain lack of comment about a conversation with her mate felt conspicuous. She stared down into her tea without replying to her sisters’ remarks. Feyre felt that maybe the morning had been soured once again when suddenly Elain whispered - as if to the morning sun, directed at no one in particular:

“I know they think all of these things mark out human frailty. But oh, how wonderful to have a map on your skin of everything you’ve lived through. Of everything you’ve survived.”

“Our old housekeeper once told me,” Nesta let out a wry laugh as she spoke. “Be grateful for every wrinkle, grey hair and mole. Growing old is a privilege, that not everyone gets.”

[riskyraiker]

Hello!!! I hope you're doing alright! I was wondering if I can make a request for cybertronain! Prince reader? For transformer prime please!! Thank you❤️

Gosh I love this😍 I'm just not sure if Prince is a higher title than a Prime but now it is! Also readers father is alpha trion. I'm not catched up on the lore that well😭Sorry if this took so long I have other requests as well😔

TFP bots with Cybertronian! Prince Y/N

Alpha trion made you evacuate Iacon immediately the first big attack happened. Running with other bots, you saw some hurt and struggling. As a prince you should help them! Running back for the bots, the decepticons were coming closer. Hurrying with the bots they get shot right there and then, shocked and pained about the loss you still continued running. The last escape pod is still there! Jumping in you go into statis sleep, missing eons while you're at it. You didn't wake up when the pod opened, no no no! You woke up with a few bots surrounding you with a look like they've seen a ghost. Wait? Is that the one and only Optimus Prime?! You stood up without a word and all of them kneeled. "By the all spark, no need to kneel. I don't hold my title close to my spark. Please rise up!"

He has high respect for you since you're a prince!

Optimus Prime

Might call you "your highness", but will not if you don't want that.

Since you're a prince he would NEVER put you in danger.

In battles you two are unstoppable! A prime and a prince? The vehicons are running away (woop! There they go!)

He would be interested how Alpha Trion was your sire and what he was truly like (if that's a sensitive subject he respects that)

You might think he would be your new sire. Oh no no no. He's your brother now😋 you're the same age!

He would tell you anything you want to know what happened when you were asleep in statis.

Ratchet

He would actually be nicer to you since you're a prince!

You're hurt? Not anymore, Ratchet has it covered

He actually might show his concern for you and the team, but really rarely! He's a grumpy one��️

Would call you "your highness", but if you don't like it he might struggle with remembering it.

He's surprised how much you know about technology as a prince. He also loves your help in experiments with synth-en or anything else.

He did expect you to be a strict royalty and make them kneel and all, but was relieved you were an innocent piece of pie😔

Bumblebee

He's now your nephew since Optimus is your bro😋

Will call you "your highness" when he's joking or messing with you.

Best driver buddy you could ask for!

If he's ever bored, there will be a story time demanded from you!

Is so interested how being a prince works on Cybertron or what it is like!

Arcee

He would melt if you compliment his bleeps and bloops. That you're proud of him after all what he went through and all 😔❤️

He's a hugger! He would give you random hugs sometimes, if you like them ofc

He's a bot who you can talk to about ANYTHING!!!

She would be confused that you don't want them kneeling or calling you "your highness"

Grows fond of you after a few days since she never trusts anyone until they're proven good.

You're a Prince so you pass pretty easily 😧

She would question you about tour tasks and missions on Cybertron and how easy it was.

Would talk about loss to you. You both understand the feeling.

Bulkhead & Wheeljack

Won't ever call you "your highness" she's pretty much the only one who never did in the start either.

If she's in a sassy mood she would bow to you and just joke around.

You're the calm friend duo :)

Wheeljack won't kneel! And you appreciate it, which confuses him. He though you would be like Ultra Magnus, strict and serious.

Bulkhead would be embarrassed about his skills around you until you comfort him.

You get along with the wreckers really well!

They both might use "your highness" as a joke sometimes, but only bulkhead would stop after your request.

All of you would rock on with Miko!!

You switch alot to act like a wrecker or a royalty. Depends on what mood you are or what mission is there to be done.

Have fun playing with them with the metal ball (i forgot if there was a name for the game they play😭)

Smokescreen

He would kneel, salute, call you "your highness" literally anything to show his respect for you.

Just give give him a talk and he'll stop being so goofy :)

You're drowning in questions from him when you have the time to talk.

He's your son! And Optimus will be his uncle from now on😋

The chaotic father and son! Well not always chaotic, but you get how he is xD

You might have to give him a peptalk sometimes since he's just a small itty bitty bot😔 im kidding he's just so stupid sometimes

If either of you got hurt, neither will leave until they can take care of themselves

Ultra Magnus

Would not stop calling you "your highness" even if you request him to stop.

He keeps his cold and strict act close to you. Maybe even stricter to show how professional he is.

Would be flabbergasped if you would let wheeljack get away with ease after exploding a whole energon mine.

"Your highness, with all respect, are you sure he gets to go already?"

After enough time and complaining from you he starts to call you by your real name! He earns a hug he doesn't know how to return 😔🫶

Would be interested in royal training and such!

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AN: I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS😭😭😭 I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY MISTAKES IN WRITING OR CHARACTER PERSONALITIES!!! I'm so tired i'll go to sleep, have a good night, day, morning or evening<3

[tom-whore-dleston]

Love Changed the Minds of Pretenders

Pairing ▹ Bucky Barnes x gn. reader

Word Count ▹ 1k

This fic contains ▹ angst, fluff, songfic, unestablished relationship, mentions of sex, mentions of Joaquin x reader, mutual ending of relationship, light beta reading (even though there are no explicit mentions of adult themes, I do not want minors or blank blogs interacting with this fic)

Summary ▹ Do you remember | The 21st night of September?

Notes ▹ I should be asleep right now because I have work at 7am but I just had a random burst of creativity and I needed to let it out. Anyways, this is my submission for @bucks-and-noble Summer Send Off. Thank you @buckets-and-trees and @sgt-seabass for creating this challenge and refueling my love for Bucky. And a special shoutout to the book club! I am so happy I met y'all and I am beyond grateful for the bond we have created 💖 Fun fact: This is my first ever Bucky fic woop woop!! Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed! 😊

Prompt ▹ use a lyric [from September by Earth Wind and Fire] as direct inspiration for a theme/idea

September 21, 2022. 10:02 pm.

The night you met Bucky Barnes. 

Of all places, you met Bucky at a bar. The same bar where your friend performed their first live show and they invited you to watch. You weren’t expecting to meet anyone that night. Your heart had been broken only a few weeks prior. 

Everyone thought: Was he a rebound? A distraction?

No. He was so much more than that. It could have been easy to feel that way fresh out of heartbreak. Even more so when outsiders were constantly questioning what you and Bucky really were. But there was clearly a reason Bucky showed up in your life after this period of hurting. 

Bucky gave you love and security. He made you feel safe when he took you to the movies, when he made love to you, when you slept peacefully in his strong arms. You always thanked him for the things he did to make you feel secure and loved. He’d reply with his typical phrase, “I’m glad I make you feel that way.” 

He welcomed you into his home, his life, and his heart after many years of keeping the door locked and the key tucked away. Waking up and stroking your face before pressing a kiss to your dry lips was something that made your love for him stronger. Then after an hour or so of getting tangled between the sheets, you both would jump in the shower, gently caressing one another with soapy hands. Breakfast with Bucky was another tender ritual that you cherished. Whether it was at 10 in the morning or 1 in the afternoon, you never skipped breakfast with him.

He challenged your negative thoughts and beliefs. You and Bucky would stay on the phone until 3 in the morning talking about the universe, aliens, and other conspiracy theories. The two of you would ponder on the purpose of your lives and the ways of the universe. One thing you both were certain about was that you wanted your lives to be fulfilling and meaningful. Your world expanded and bloomed with beauty and wonder because of him. You wanted to be better and so did he.

Bucky made you believe in love again. And you made Bucky believe in love again.

As the months passed, everything was splendid. Perfect, even. But with perfection, there’s always something lacking. Of course, you wouldn’t have seen what was lacking if it slapped you in the face.

After 10 months of dating Bucky, you finally revealed your love for him. Now, Bucky wasn’t the type to say it. Heck, he didn’t even say “I love you” to his sister unless she said it first. Yet that wasn’t a deal breaker because he expressed his love in other ways. 

“I love you, too. I know your feelings for me are strong, but I don’t know if I can give you what you want.” 

It was understandable. He did mention in the beginning that he wanted to casually date. You forgot that you wanted the same thing. Man that felt like such a long time ago. Time really does fly when you start to fall in love. And hard you fell.

You hid your disappointment by making more excuses as to why being committed to Bucky would not be in the cards. First, there was the long distance. Then, there was the uncertainty about both of your futures. For a couple that talked a lot about your ambitions, you both lacked the confidence in where you would go in life. As the list of reasons piled up, there was one that made your brain fuzzy and your heart swell.

That reason was Joaquin Torres.

You met Joaquin through your cousin. There was an instant attraction between the two of you yet neither of you pursued each other. If you had gone for Joaquin, you would not have created the world you had with Bucky. So when your feelings for Joaquin grew stronger than your feelings for Bucky, you knew you had to take action before someone got hurt. 

Contrary to your belief, no one got hurt. You were transparent with Joaquin about your status with Bucky, and he understood. When you revealed to Bucky your feelings for Joaquin, he too understood. 

“Listen, angel, I know you. You know what you want in your life and you don’t let anything get in the way of that. I do love you, but who am I to stand in the way of living the life you want. You’ve let people tell you how to live your life for so long and now it’s my turn to stop that cycle. If this is what you want, don’t let me stop you.”

You and Bucky shared beautiful memories over the 10 months of being together, but the words he said to you on August 8, 2023 will always be ingrained in your brain for the rest of your life. That night was the last time you spoke to him and saw his face, even though it was over a video call.

“I’m grateful for having you in my life,” you confessed to him, trying not to cry. You couldn’t figure out if it was because you were surprised this conversation went way better than you thought or because you were saying goodbye.

Bucky grinned, “No need to get all sappy on me, angel.” You shared a final laugh together. “Well, if you ever find yourself in the city, you know where to find me.”

Part of you wanted to make a joke about how you’d run into him at the bar where you met, but you stopped yourself. Instead, you replied:

“You got it, Buck.”

And that marked the end of you and Bucky. 

You and Bucky’s love was never meant to fail. Yet it was never meant to succeed. Perhaps it was just meant to simply exist. 

But who knows, maybe that fateful night in August was not the end. Only time could tell. That was the beauty of time and the universe. You can plan and make certain choices, but ultimately, the universe will lead you to where you’re meant to be.

Now, it’s September 21, 2023. No, Bucky is not in the picture, but your thoughts are with him. 

Do you remember? Yes, you remember. You always will.

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[demons2003]

Fruity Four Adventures (Part 1)

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“Let’s get moving already!!” Robin yells from my car, beeping the horn over and over to get me out of the house. I roll my eyes and look back into my old empty home. It looks as empty as always but it still feels like it’s missing something. Or like me leaving is making a difference to the place. As I move to close the door, to forget about this home once and for all, another horn sounds from my left. Speeding down the street is Eddie’s van, Nancy leaning out the window and waving at us. “Oh god,” I whisper and make my way over to my car.

“God she looks so hot right now,” Robin whispers as I move next to her and Eddie pulls into my driveway. “If you made a move by now then maybe she’d already be yours,” I whisper to her, earning me a push in the arm and a fond, ‘Dingus’. “What are you two gossiping about over here?” Eddie asks as he comes bounding down the driveway. “How bad your driving was. You could’ve really hurt someone driving like that,” Robin jokes. Eddie pokes his tongue at her and Robin gives him one back. Neither of them stops even after they should have.

“If you’re both done, I’d really like to get on the road already,” Nancy states while coming up behind Eddie. “Leave them be for a sec. I wanna see who wins this,” I laugh and walk over to Nancy. She rolls her eyes but nods. “They could stay like this forever if we don't step in to stop them,” Nancy says after some time has passed of the two of them just staring at each other with their tongues out. “You're right but if one of them stops now then we can finally start our journey and I can get someone some ice cream on the way,” I tease, hoping that Robin would stop.

Instantly, Robin looks over at us and smiles. “Well let’s get going already, I want some ice cream!!” She exclaims and ducks back into the car. Eddie turns to us and gives a triumphant smile. I smile back at him as he says, “Thanks for that, sweetheart. I just won.” I blush and shrug my shoulders, walking back over to the driver's side of my car and opening the door. “Get in your van so I can get out Eds, or no ice cream for you." Eddie's eyes go wide and he runs back to his car, grabbing onto Nancy on the way. I laugh at Eddie’s antics and shake my head, jumping into my car and starting it up. Getting ready for our drive to our new home.

In their Chicago Apartment

“It’s so big in here!” Eddie gasps out loud, spinning around a few times to take the place in. The rest of us give a giggle at his actions and put down the last of the boxes we’ve been bringing up. “It’s a normal-sized apartment Eddie,” Robin says as she lays face down on the couch, clearly exhausted from the moving. “Not to me. I’ve been living in a show box for my whole life. This is so much bigger,” Eddie says, moving over to the couch and landing on top of Robin causing her to groan. “Come on, help us unpack some of this stuff before it gets dark. We are going to need some of this tomorrow,” I yell over to the two of them as Nancy and I start opening a few of the boxes labelled ‘Kitchen Stuff’ in Eddie’s scribbly handwriting. “But we’re tired!” Robin yells back at me, poking her head above the couch and giving me her best puppy dog eyes. “Yeah Stevie, we wanna rest for a minute,” Eddie says next, doing the very same thing as Robin.

I look between the two and sign, turning around so I don’t have to look at them anymore and they don't notice my blush. Eddie woops in triumph and more ruffling occurs over near the couch. “You are way too nice to them both,” Nancy whispers to me as she moves over. I smirk at her and tease, “If they were looking at you, you’d be reacting in the exact same way Nance.” She scoffs and shakes her head. Before she turns away from me though I notice a slight blush spread across her cheeks. We work the rest of the kitchen stuff into its place and turn to find both Robin and Eddie asleep on the couch. “They really were tired from all the driving and the moving,” Nancy whispers to me and walks over to the two of them. “Yeah, they’ll never lie about needing to sleep,” I whisper back and sit down on the loveseat next to the couch.

“They look really cute like this,” I whisper over to Nancy who is sitting on the coffee table facing them as well. She nods and runs her hand through Robin's hair without noticing. Robin groans a little but doesn’t stir too much. “Should we leave them here and finally go to sleep?” Nancy asks, turning slightly to face me. I shrug and look over at the two of them. They switched places before they got to sleep. Eddie is now lying on his back with Robin lying on his chest. My two favourite people sleeping together. So nice. “Nah, they’ll be cranky if we let them sleep all night on the couch,” I whisper and walk over to the three of them.

Nancy takes her hand off Robin and I start to shake her, trying to slowly wake her up. She groans and digs her face more into Eddie's chest, causing him to groan out as well. “Come on you two, you need to get into your own beds,” I say, shaking Robin again while Nancy starts to tap Eddie on the forehead. “I’m comfy here though,” Eddie wines, swatting at Nancy’s hand. I laugh at him and start to help Robin up. “If you get up now you can sleep in my bed then?” I ask, not really understanding why the thought made me a little nervous. Robin gives me a tired confused look while Eddie gets up excited. “Really?” He asks all excited and almost knocks Robin and me down in the process. “How about I take Robin to bed and you take Eddie to yours?” Nancy asks, giving me a very confused look. I blush and nod my head, moving Robin over to her. “Make sure she is on her side, she’ll kill me if she doesn’t fall asleep like that,” I tell Nancy as I let Robin move over to her. She nods at me and leads Robin towards what might be Robin’s new room.

I turn to Eddie to find him looking at me like an excited puppy, with no sign of sleep anywhere on him. I smile and gesture toward the hallway. He immediately runs in the direction of a bedroom and out of my sight. I laugh and slowly walk down the hall, noticing Nancy tucked into a bed with Robin in her arms. Dam they are really cute together. I look into another bedroom but find it empty so I continue on until I find Eddie already curled up in a bed, slowly falling back to sleep. I smile at him again and crawl in behind him, trying not to wake him from whatever he is dreaming about.

[ahungeringknife]

365: June 22

Woops Relora that's what you get promising your son to a trickster god :)

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Coming out of her daughter's room Relora paused hearing voices in her son's room. It was late. Spayar should have been asleep. She leaned close and heard Spayar's small voice and also heard another boy's voice. Spayar wasn't having any sleepovers tonight.

She opened the door and saw Spayar sitting up in his little bed. "Mazuk, you should be asleep," she said even as her sea glass green eyes darted all around the room looking for the source of the other voice. But the tiny room was empty.

"I was trying to amma," Spayar said.

"Trying?" she asked, standing in the doorway still, dim light from the hallway spilling around her into the cramped room.

"My friend Fen was telling me a story."

"... Fen? Who's Fen?" she asked casually. She didn't know any of Spayar's friends named Fen. It wasn't even a Feylian name or a name from Dirin which were his other friends.

"He's my friend," was all Spayar said.

Relora looked around the small room again, "Was he in here?"

"Mhm!"

"Is he still in here?" she asked nervously.

"Yeah but he's waiting for you to go away to finish the story," Spayar said like it was the most normal thing in the world. All the hair rose on Relora's neck.

"Oh really?" she kept her voice steady. "I wish I could see your friend too," she said like she wasn't casting a very serious bit of magic.

She was as surprised as the being that appeared on her son's bed when he did appear. Relora felt all the blood rush out of her face seeing the being. Sevok. The crocodile god. The liar. The trickster. He was sitting on Spayar's bed as a preteen, much older than Spayar who was only about four. Sevok was a beautiful dark skinned boy from the Dirin lowlands with mischievous gold and silver eyes wearing a formal service coat with long sleeves covered in golden embroidery, his own brown hands replaced by golden ones. He'd cut the golden stitching on his mouth so he could open his mouth and his son didn't seem to find that terrifying.

Sevok looked as shocked that had worked as Relora did. "Get out of my house," she said, voice stilted and terrified.

"Oh don't be like that Relora-

"Get out of my house before I call someone who will do something about you," she said, heart hammering so hard it was about to erupt out of her chest.

"You wouldn't do that-

"Cross me, crocodile," she finally stepped into the room. "Your fathers will love you know you misbehave," and like she was dealing with some of Spayar's older friends she grabbed Sevok by the ear and twisted it. The god shouted and jumped to his feet as she lifted him off the bed by the ear.

"That's not nice," Sevok said, staring up at her, tears in the corner of his eyes. "We had a deal."

"You will collect later," she hissed. "Now get out of my house or I will call someone to see your misbehavior and your fathers will punish you more for meddling with mortals."

Sevok looked at her with a frown. "I wasn't going to hurt him," and then he turned into haze and was gone. Once he was Relora sagged, her heart thundering so hard it was covering the ringing in her ears.

"Amma? Am I in trouble?" Spayar asked her, his black eyes huge and worried.

"No," she assured him quickly. "No no. Never mazuk," and she went and hugged her little son. She pulled him into her arms as she stood again.

"Fen was just telling me a story," he sniffed like he was going to cry.

"Lets not worry about Fen," she said, smoothing his hair more to reassure herself than him.

"Is Fen bad?"

"He's... not bad but he's not good either," Relora said. Spayar just frowned at her, not understanding. "Do you want to sleep with me and dooim?" she asked.

That perked him yes. "Yes," he said nodding.

"Okay," and she kissed him on the forehead and took him out of his room to the last room in their little apartment. Spayar was already in bed when she arrived with their son.

"What's this?" Spayar asked in his deep velvety voice.

"He's sleeping with us tonight," she said and got into bed with her husband.

"Oh yeah? How come?" Spayar asked, curious but not upset.

"Amma didn't like Fen," their son said.

Spayar frowned. "I've told you, junior, Fen's not real. He's just your imaginary friend," he said.

"But amma saw him. Right amma?"

Relora looked at Spayar, wide eyed. She'd seen it. He saw that in her eyes but they both knew whatever it was Spayar was seeing they needed to help him not. But she couldn't ignore the fact that Sevok had been in their home! A god in their home! Telling their toddler stories in the dark! "I don't know what I saw," she said, swallowing.

"It was Fen! He's really nice. He's always got the best stories," their son said cheerfully.

Spayar gave Relora a look of concern. "Let's just go to sleep," she said. "Tomorrow will be the answer to tonight's questions." A Dirin saying but also her telling Spayar she'd tell him in the morning.

"Lucky me. Get to spend the night with two of my favorite people," Spayar said. "My beautiful Relora," and he leaned across their son to kiss Relora gently and it went a long way to reassure her it'd be alright even if Spayar didn't know what was wrong. "And my best little guy," Spayar leaned down to kiss their son all over the face making him giggle and hug Spayar. Spayar wrapped one of his great dark arms around their son and laid down.

Relora went to turn down the lights before joining them in bed. Their son was cuddled against Spayar's wide chest contently already. Relora just reached over to take Spayar's hand in the dark. He grabbed it back and squeezed it. They'd figure it out in the morning.

[heeheesang]

hurt...

slow dance ☆°`~

"dude, there's no way you're actually having a so called fan sign with fans if you win all your matches this round." heeseung laughed and agreed, not even believing a single word his coach said.

"by the way, are you coming for later's practice?" heeseung asked me as he leaned onto the locker next to mine, waiting for my answer before we went for maths.

"hm, should i? i'm too lazy though,"

"i'll buy you samyang,"

"deal." he laughed at me before we walked to class together, his arm climbing up around my shoulder but i pushed it away saying that i was uncomfortable with him.

he made a weird face, "but you're fine when sunghoon does that,"

"because! heeseung, one of the girls i know and are close to likes you, i feel bad and it's like breaking girl code.."

"don't be like that, kyo, you aren't breaking anything but my heart." i slapped his arm playfully as he suddenly started fake crying.

"seriously though! we've been doing it ever since we got close," heeseung fought back and i sighed loudly, shaking my head, "maybe until i get another answer from her? and plus, this is why people think we're together."

"let them think that," he walked on a little faster and i felt bad, did i really break his heart or what?

i caught on with his pace and held onto his pinky, i mean it's the least i could do to make him a little happy. entering class, i was greeted by chaewon and rei while heeseung was greeted by his seat mate, karina.

"kyo! where were you?"

"i was in the toilet then i bumped into heeseung so,"

"and where's your scandal?"

"oh my god, stop it rei! i'll literally kick you,"

"sunghoon's not coming today."

"how'd you know chaewon? ooo~~"

chaewon slapped both of us on the arms before teacher walked into class and i was left alone since sunghoon didn't come to school. i was about to fall asleep when someone knocked on the class window right next to me and i saw jungwon.

"won?"

"kyo!"

"what're you doing—"

"i missed you, let me be. plus, i ended class already."

"that's good for you..? and i missed you too, won."

"where's hee hyung? i thought you sat with— oh.."

"yeah, oh."

i spent almost half the time talking to jungwon at the window and half the time sleeping after jungwon left. thank goodness for chaewon and rei, if not i would've still been sleeping in class. now was break so we all gathered at the table and chaewon and rei were already bullying heeseung.

"your bodyguards are scary, kyojin."

"woops!" i laughed and leaned into him accidentally as i laughed, he smiled and i immediately got off him, but slowly of course.

"kyojin?" i heard a voice from behind me.

"karina!"

"could i talk to you in the toilet?"

i nodded my head, bringing my phone and wallet along with me. i followed her in the toilet only to be greeted by three more girls as they cornered me into a cubicle.

"i thought i told you i like heeseung?"

"yeah..."

"yeah..? that's all you can say? and i've seen it way too many times by now, you're stealing him away from me."

"this is all an misunderstanding karina—"

"this should be an misunderstanding too. stay away from heeseung or another misunderstanding will happen."

with that, her three friends pushed me on the floor and grabbed my hair, kicking my body and leaving bruises on my body and legs. i just sat on the floor and let them do whatever as i shed a few tears.

i never knew karina was like this, have i gone overboard? maybe i have, but heeseung's my friend too. my best friend. i can't just leave him again like that, how am i supposed to even return to class with all these bruises on my body.

i can't tell jungwon, hanni or changmin about this, it'll ruin their friendship with her and i already ruined my friendship with her, i can't let them do the same thing did.

after what felt like an hour, they finally left the toilet. i cried silently in the cubicle, not even able to stand up because of how painful it was. my phone was ringing and dinging, what do i even say if they see my bruises?

"kang kyojin! we know you're in here!" chaewon and rei's voice rang in my ears and i cried even harder, they came to find me?

"must be this one, kyojin open the door or i'll slide under it." chaewon threatened and i used all my forces to slide to the door and open it.

"oh my fucking god."

they immediately rushed to my sides and placed an arm each around their shoulder while i cried and looked down. they brought me out of the toilet and to the nurses office while chaewon mumbled about coming after karina.

"welcome— oh no," the nurse took me from them and placed me on the little bed thing, asking rei to close the door.

"is it okay if you lift you shirt up a little?" i nodded, pulling up my shirt to my stomach as she applied some cream onto the open wounds, i winced and squeezed rei's hand.

"who did this to you, kyojin?!" chaewon yelled in frustration and i let out a few more tears, "i... i fell in the toilet."

"i'm not dumb, kyojin?! did karina do this? or her minions?! which one!" rei left as soon as the nurse was done applying cream and calmed chaewon down as the nurse applied cream to my bruises on my thighs and legs.

"karina... her three friends..." i let out silently, rei listening and trying to get me to spill more.

"she threatened me... if i don't stay away from heeseung, she'll do this again.. but heeseung's my best friend and i can't just..."

"i understand, kyo... chaewon calm down and we'll talk about this with them."

"no... please don't tell them."

"well what are you gonna say if they ask you then..?"

"i'll just say, i fell while trying a new dance."

a/n : karina villian arc?

fifteen | seventeen

chapters

[mikuthedragon]

Venti had had enough >:(

Bodypillow!Venti who is jealous of the other bodypillows.

Featuring : Tone Deaf Bard and Great Explosion God Murder Dynamight

Bodypillow!Venti had been so excited for today to come. It was his birthday! Actually, he's more sad about his birthday than happy about it.. He's happy to celebrate his friend's birthday, happy he can remember him, happy he will receive attention from a certain someone.. o//o

He feels a certain melancholy from it. This isn't his birthday but his friend's.. but he can't always dwell on it. He'll just celebrate his friend as best he can.

Venti was patient enough when you kicked him off the bed the first time. But how could you hug that other man so tightly in your sleep >::(

Venti didn't want to admit it, but he's jealous, jealous of that other bodypillow. What's so good about him anyways ?? All he can do is cook, clean the dishes, be 3rd in his class and win the sports tournament.. No but seriously, why wasn't Venti being lavished with your affection ALL THE TIME ?? :(

No matter, atleast for today Venti can have all of your love on his birthday :)

But to Venti's dismay and disappointment. His beloved didn't even bring him to her Aunt's sleepover D:

A few hours had passed, where Venti cried.. He was stuck with his pillowform and couldn't walk on his own two feet. He's equally conflicted. He only wanted your happiness.. Maybe letting you go with that blazing guy was what you really wanted.. He almost convinced himself to let you go.. Maybe this is the epitome of his love for you.. Being able to let you be happiest with the man capable of doing that

It wasn't until he fell off the bed again, that he had realised he'd grown legs like the little mermaid! What could this be a sign of ? For once, he was happy to have fallen off the bed, so he could come to this grand discovery.

He doesn't know when or how he did it. But he suddenly felt himself running. Running where ? He isn't sure.. Running to you ? Most probably (not a serial killer moment) Running to his love Kira ? Yes that's what he was destined to do. To be with you

The bard breathless kept sprinting, he couldn't feel the ache of his legs. He could only think about how stupid he was to let you go. How could he let himself believe for a second that he should let you go. Could he claim he loved you if he didn't try until the end ? Who cares if you love Bakugou, he'll make you fall in love with him. He'll be so adorable, you wouldn't hesitate to choose him <3

At the front of the house, Venti couldn't help but smile, how blessed he was to get a chance to pursue you <3. He climbed to your window and quietly slid it open. He had found you fast asleep with a... LINK BODYPILLOW ?? omg he had more competition than he anticipated. Anyways, he dismissed the bodypillow. (kicked him off for good measure heh)

Hmph. The bard scared of disturbing your sleep, decided to write a love poem and sing to you whilst you sleep. Soon afterwards, he found himself dozing next to you and fell asleep on the bed.

"Huh that's strange, I don't remember bringing Venti with me ? Oh and what's this a letter ?"

Dear Kira, as I laid down in the bed we share

Almost dashed was our love story

How dumb I was to not dare

When our tale was never illusory

"Hm I wonder who left this for me, i'm lowkey scared ;-;. Who the heck left this last night ? It only it was Venti.."

woops Venti had just managed to scare you ahhhh. But atleast you sort of confessed ? ;w;

[rotnow]

Oak Archives

‘Oak Archives’ is a mini story prequel to ‘Articles of Phantom thieves’ that involves Emily’s parents and her uncle. To get things straight let me introduce you to our three main characters :

Elena Bruck

Little sister to Damien Bruck, married to her brother’s best friend, (Spencer Oak) and Mother of Emily Oak

Like mother like daughter, she is also a journalist

Spencer Oak

Damien’s best friend, Elena’s husband and Emily’s father

He works as an archivist (someone who preserve the original material and help people obtain it)

Damien Bruck

Elena’s big brother, Spencer’s best friend, Emily’s uncle and caretaker once her parents died

He works as a very well known archaeologist (someone who studies the buildings, graves, tools, and other objects of people who lived in the past.)

Unfortunately he doesn’t seem to be good at his job at the moment..

There we go, I think that's quite all you and me need to start the story. Now let us begin, in bullet points because I'm lazy!!!!

Weep woop Spencer was doing his thing looking through the archives

He found this cool file containing information about an ancient crown known as ‘The Blood Of Stars’

He didn’t get to finish reading what it was about so he just quickly took a picture of the map where it is located

Spencer thought this might be a great opportunity to cheer up his best pal, Damien, who is struggling with keeping his job secure

He goes to visit Damien like

“Bro check out this new treasure!” “Woah! Sick! That's so cool my dude, hey we should go find this together!” “Really? You want me to come with you?” “Of course!” “Yay!!”

And then after visiting Damien he goes back home to his wife and kid.

Emily was just a kid around this time, she just innocently loved fairy tales and funny cats to even care about her father’s suggestion to go out and find the crown

Elena thought the idea of looking for the crown was a brilliant idea! She was happy to find a way to cheer up her big brother.

So the next morning, Spencer is already walking down the stairs to the entrance, preparing to leave with his heavy backpack with him. Wait a minute, why is Elena here as well?

“Honey, where are you going?”

“Huh? What do you mean I’m coming with you?”

“Eh?! You are?! B-but then who’s gonna take care of Emily??”

“Don’t worry, I got a nice babysitter to look after her, her names Amy I think”

“Hmm a defenseless woman going on this trip though, seems a bit tedious-“

Elena whacks his head

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN DEFENSELESS?! Need I remind you who won first place in our high school’s long shot competition?”

“ACK- I was kidding! I was joking!”

Once Amy arrives and Elena informs her the ins and outs of babysitting her daughter, now it's time to pick up Damien from his place!

It was a hassle to do so though since when they arrived the archeologist was still asleep. But after some yapping (Elena did that) and some begging (Spencer did that), Damien finally awakens and is now preparing his stuff.

Now the adventure truly begins! The trio go on a roadtrip with Damien’s cool car!!

The road trip was HORRIBLE, apparently Damien’s AC wasn’t working so the windows had to be drawn, there was a concerning amount of traffic happening on the road, Spencer realized he left his favorite snack at home, Damien is convincing himself to go through this for the sake of his job and Elena is regretting her decision to go on this journey.

Everything was worth it though because in the end they arrived at their destination which is the entrance to a cave. A cave. Shall I repeat that? A cave. If I was a telepath but I’m not I can assume there is one thing these three are thinking in the moment

“Oh boy..”

First to go in is Damien, eager to find the treasure, next is Elena who is holding Spencer’s hand in assurance everything is going to be fine (how cute omg)

So they enter the cave. Like any other caves, it's dark, scary and cold. They even found some mice scurrying upon their path which Elena DID not like. As the trio venture forward, Spencer took note how much they had to crouch a lot because the ceiling kept getting lower and lower. His knees are suffering.

Damien seemed like the only one who didn’t complain, he just wanted to get the treasure. He didn’t really talk to the other two a lot, which is rude but Spencer and Elena didn’t want to press on it. This treasure might save his job after all.

After an hour of walking through the deep hole that's a cave they found ... .a dead end.

Damien wanted to blow up “Are you kidding me?! We came all this way..to a dead end?!”

Spencer was so close to fall down to his knees “I can’t believe it..the map was a fake! And I’m so tired..”

But Elena stared at the rock wall. She thought something was strange about it, like it shouldn’t even belong in a place like this. “Hm..Damien, you brought your pickaxe right?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, why?” He pulled out the pickaxe from his backpack. Elena took it in her hands and started mining the wall “Elena!”

Spencer’s eyes widened “H-honey, what are you doing?” “I have a funny feeling that there must be something on the other side of this wall..I mean we came all this way with the help of the map, why should a little wall stop us?”

That's right! They came this far, what's gonna stop them now? So they- er I mean it was more like Damien since he was the only one that has a pickaxe (also bc he said he wanted to do it) (The other two just support him)

So the wall is gone now, and on the other side..dun dun dun! A place full of gold and treasure!

“This is amazing!” “Wow! There's so much goods!” Damien’s ears blocked out any noise happening at the moment because he found what he wanted…”The Blood Of Stars”

There it was, sitting on a pedal stool, it looked almost to be in perfect condition for some reason..

Now all three pairs of eyes lay on the ancient crown. Damien made the first move until Spencer quickly stopped him.

“W-wait Damien this seems too easy..isn’t this the part where there would be a booby trap or something?”

Elena nodded “Yeah, I agree. What if a big stone sphere appeared from a secret passage and squished us?”

Damien chuckled, he shook his head “Guys, this isn’t the first time we have been in these situations. Besides those are only in movies”

He lifted the crown off the pedestal, silence fills the area for a second until the three of them let out a breathe they didn’t realize they were holding

Damien turned around to face the two “See? Everything’s fine-“

A scream was heard somewhere

“Yeah ok I think that's a sign to go”

So they leave the treasure-filled room, get out of that cave and drive back to civilization.

It's been a day since Spencer, Elena and Damien found “The Blood Of Stars”.

Originally Damien wanted to send in the ancient treasure but Spencer wanted to look at it a bit more. The archeologist shrugged, he didn't mind his best friend looking at the treasure. They found it together after all. He’ll just get it tomorrow.

He didn’t get it tomorrow

Or the day after that

Ok what the hell. Damien kept getting rejected. Spencer kept saying “no not yet” “you’ll get it tomorrow”.

Damien has had enough of this nonsense. So when he got declined to see his treasure, Damien finally spoke up

“Why don’t you want me to take the treasure?”

“Damien please-“

“No, Spencer. It's been a month. How much time do you need to look at that crown?”

“I-I have done some research. Do you remember the file where I found the information for “The Blood Of The Stars”? I reread it carefully and found out this treasure it dangerous”

“Is it now? Ok. Show me”

“I can’t…it's been stolen”

“Oh my god, what do you mean it's stolen?!”

“I’m saying that it's stolen! Gone!”

“Oh great so now you want me to believe that the treasure I found is apparently ‘bad’ for all I know you must be lying or something!”

“I’m not! Don’t you believe me?”

“Oh how can I? You don’t seem to believe me either!”

“Why are you so intact on this artifact anyway?”

“You- don’t you remember?! This is about MY job! This will get me back on track!”

“Get another treasure! This one is-“

“‘Dangerous’ ‘dangerous’ that's all you say! Why you little-“

A third voice joined the conversation.

“Enough!”

There stood a furious Elena at the entrance of Spencer’s office, looking at the two men. She has heard all of it, from start to finish. Honestly part of her was hoping the argument would not escalate to something big but apparently they were so loud Emily couldn’t even hear her favorite show on tv.

Damien’s eyes widened, he smiled a little hoping his little sister could persuade his husband on the decision “Elena! Can you PLEASE tell your husband-“

“He’s right, Damien”

“….what?”

“You heard me. Damian this treasure..isn’t like all the others. If it gets in the wrong hands, there would be trouble”

“So you’re saying I’m ‘the wrong hands’?”

“No-“

Damien scoffed “Wow, now I didn’t expect this from you. Seriously I can’t believe my own family doesn't seem to trust me” He stared at the two Oaks before walking out of the room.

Now he was angry and sad. What’s the best solution to calm yourself down? Taking a walk around town. It..seemed to work in a way, if any passerbys could ignore Damien’s glaring eyes.

‘I can’t believe those two..traitors! Don’t they want me to be successful?! Didn’t they want to get the treasure to help me?! How could they!’ By now he sat on a bench in a park.

In an attempt to clear his mind, Damien looks at the blue peaceful sky….hold on wait now someone’s blocking his view

He quickly turned his head at the figure..er more like figures since there were two people (one tall and one short) in standing front of him

“Can I help you-?”

“Hello there, Damein Buck. You seem to be quite stressed at the moment”

“Er..you know me?”

“Why of course! Who wouldn’t know such a cool archeologist like yourself?”

“O-oh thank you..but who are you?”

“You may call us your new friends”

The tall one sat down on the bench beside Damien. The shorter one does the same, on the other side.

“We thought you might need some help”

“Help?”

“Well, since we are such a big fan of your works and you seem a little stressed, maybe there's something we can do to..take that stress away”

“You can say it's like we can…’steal’ that stress away”

Damien didn’t know what he was thinking honestly. He didn’t know why he told these two strangers he just met to steal “The Blood Of Stars”. He didn’t know why he had a change of heart at the last minute. He didn’t know this whole thing would lead to…

A murdered family.

That's right, in the living room of the Oak residence lay the dead bodies of Spencer and Elena Oak. Emily’s body wasn’t there but she must have also suffered the same unfortunate fate.

Gosh..it was gruesome..what was more gruesome was Damien’s “friends” laughing the entire time.

“What have you done?!”

“What have I done? Why did I just make the job much easier?”

“You..you killed them! You killed my little sister! You killed my best friend!”

“They put up such a hard fight. But it's over now, where is the “The Blood Of Stars?”

“What? Wait, no I don’t know!”

Damien felt a sharp weapon against his throat

“Show us where is it”

Having no choice, it would either lead them to the treasure or end up like the Oaks. He leads them to where he thinks the treasure is. Thank gosh the “The Blood Of Stars” was there in Spencer’s safe. It's a good thing he knows the code..it was the day when they first met after all.

Then the memories Damein had that night became a blur. He got the treasure in his arms. He ran out of the house. He..lit a match..he burned the house.

To the ground

All evidence will be gone

Yes. And now that he has the artifact..he can still save his job right?

Oh who was he kidding! He did a crime! He did a horrible crime and caused death! Those two strangers aren’t even here anymore! He’s now alone! Alone-

A cry

Someone was crying

Someone was in the house still- omg it's Emily!

She’s still alive?! (I mean if she wasn’t then like um ‘Articles of phantom thieves wouldn’t be happening 🚶🏻‍♀️) (i pretty much imagine her sleeping the whole time) (ok sleepy oak) (haha)

Bla bla bla he calls the fire department. They come. Emily gets rescued. Damien now takes her in as his own.

The end? IM FINALLY DONE WITH THIS 🛹🛹🛹🛹 (skateboards away) you know what happens next…IT'S THE INTRODUCTION OF ‘ARTICLES OF PHANTOM THIEVES‼️‼️‼️ um also if you didn’t know who the two strangers are, its professor clover and lady doubt 😌🫵👐🏻

ALSOOO I MADE A DRAWING OF THE OAKS AND DAMIEN!!

When I type ‘💀💀😄’ instead of ‘😄😄😄’

[flydotnet]

Good Deeds and Alas

WHUMPTOBER 2023, DAY 12: “I haven't slept in days but who's counting?” Red | Insomnia | “I’m up, I’m up.”

I think a lot about the HSAU character's pasts, especially that of the teachers'. I'm biased towards CT characters, because of course I am this stupid-ass manga occupies 25% of my brain at any given moment, and this is how this entry was born! Yee-fucking-haw.

I've been meaning to showcase a bit of Hikaru and Co.'s backstories, in part because it's my responsibility in the group, and also because I put so much of my own past into those of these characters that, sometimes, it's my nostalgia speaking haha.

In terms of the timeline of the HSAU, this is set around 5 years before the main story, when Hikaru and Yoshiko were themselves high school students. To be precise, they're in June of their last year of high school and preparing for national finals, aka, the Baccalauréat (aka Bac for my French homies).

I also can't write children, so you'll have to put up with that here, woops.

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Good Deeds and Alas

Summary: So, maybe entrusting your studying-for-finals brother with your children wasn't a good idea for either of them. Or: Hikaru falls dead asleep in front of his own girlfriend and it's not going according to keikaku.

Fandom: Yes it's CT again, but it's the French high school AU!

Word Count: 2K words

AO3 version available here.

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A shrill at the door jolts Hikaru awake. He didn’t even know he had fallen asleep, or at least started dozing off, so the wake-up call isn’t welcome. When did he even doze off? Dammit, that coffee wasn’t as effective as it should’ve been… Oh well. Whatever it is, it’s probably Kenta or the twins messing with him, which means they’re starved for attention yet again.

And to say he still can’t drill the formula to derivate a root-square function without looking it up. It’s like he isn’t getting anywhere with his exam studying yet the fateful day is looming closer and closer.

“I’m up, I’m up,” he mechanically says as he gets up from his chair, hoping he’s speaking loud enough to be heard.

The world isn’t supposed to tilt when you get to your feet, and it’s also not supposed to creep in blacks in the corners of your vision – but his formula should also be in his brain by now, so whatever.

When he walks back into the living room where he’s left all three kids, he finds them still doing what he was trying to get them to do before attempting to study: Kenta is reading over his book while the twins are staring at the TV, as if nothing had happened.

“Did any of you three ring the door?” He asks anyway, wondering in the back of his mind if he isn’t going insane.

You know, just in case not sleeping much for days on end was bad for your health.

“No, we didn’t, Uncle,” Kenta replies without as much as a second of hesitation.

His brothers follow with a shake of the head.

“Nu-uh, we stayed here too!”

“Then… Who is it?” He wonders out loud.

“Maybe it’s Mom?” Kenta asks.

“I don’t think so, she’s got a spare key…” Not that she would be available to go ding-dong-ditch on his ass. “Oh, whatever. I’m gonna go check, so don’t move, okay?”

As the sole (almost) adult here, he walks to the door of the house and opens it – only to gawk at who’s actually there.

“Good afternoon, Hikaru,” his very own girlfriend tells him.

“H-hi, Yoshiko,” he barely gets out, stunned for some reason. “What’s bringin’ you here?”

“I wanted to check up on you,” she replies without a smile (why?). “I know you’ve been neck-deep into your studies and…”

She scrutinizes his face, maybe, and freezes.

“What’s wrong?”

Then she looks horribly worried.

“You look absolutely exhausted, Hikaru,” she comments.

That’s no surprise.

“Oh, y’know, finals season! It looks worse than it really is.”

She doesn’t look convinced at all.

“I know, but you look like you don’t even rest…” She cups his face, loving gaze digging into his for answers. “How many hours of sleep do you get at night?”

“Honestly?” He tries to chuckle, but it sounds like the auditory equivalent of a flaccid pancake. “I haven’t slept in days. But like, who’s counting?”

Her expression worsens even deeper and now, now it actually aches like a bitch. Goddammit Hikaru, you’ve scared her. Congratulations, you fucking idiot!

“Can I come in?”

“Oh, uh, sure. Make yourself a home, I guess.” Then he remembers. “Wait, have you seen my nephews before?”

She stares back in shock.

“Your nephews?”

She doesn’t wait for his answer to step inside, even if she thinks of closing the door behind her as she does so.

“Yeah, my nephews. I’ve never told you about them?”

“No, you have, it’s just… I didn’t know you were babysitting them. Is that why you’re not resting?”

“Uh… I’m just giving my parents a hand. Right now, they’re at the supermarket for the groceries,” his vision keeps dimming, “and you know it, it’s easier to do grocery shopping without… three kids in tow…”

Keeping his eyes open is starting to become really difficult. But he can’t fall asleep in front of Yoshiko, of all people, so he wishes them back open. Dammit, he will not ridicule himself in front of his nephews nor his girlfriend!

“Maybe you should ask them to let you rest,” she quietly says. “Let them handle it. Please, you look so…”

“I-it’s fine.” He moves aside to let her come in, closes the door behind him. “I should probably… introduce you to them, though.”

Everything is floaty, as if he was underwater.

“Hikaru, I think you should sit down. You’re swaying on your feet…”

Both of their voices sound distant. That’s not good… he supposes. Truth be told, sleeping sounds amazing right now.

“I am? Damn.”

He trips on thin air and, as she catches him, the darkness finishes consuming his vision.

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For all she expected coming here, Hikaru dropping dead in her arms wasn’t one of those. Alas, it doesn’t come off as much as a surprise, now that the initial shock has passed, there are numerous little things around that tip her off that this was, unfortunately, unavoidable: the strewn around papers on his desk, the messy kitchen with wrappers spitting from the bin, the cans of energy drink in the bedroom’s trashcan that don’t seem like Hikaru’s usual self. Where’s his concern for his physical condition?

Fortunately, it “only” seems to be exhaustion: his temperature registers as normal and, now that he’s lightly snoring, she realizes he just has a good night of catching up to do. It’s still… concerning, though. Hikaru has never had trouble falling asleep before, at least, not that you’d know of, none that Kazumasa has ever spoken about.

A knock on the door is followed by timid footsteps – it’s a boy, around eight years old. She watches him shyly walk to the bed, standing right by the chair she’s sitting on. Because of the situation being as chaotic as it was, she hasn’t had the time to lie a good eye on him, she can see a bit of her boyfriend in him: their eyes are the same.

Yoshiko has never seen much of Hikaru’s family. He doesn’t invite her over often, and when he does, his parents aren’t impeding on them much. She’s never seen his sister, not even on pictures, and has never asked any further than that. It’s none of her business.

“Who are you?” The boy asks her.

“I’m, uh…”

She didn’t even think for a single moment she’d be a complete stranger to these children. Has he wondered all this time who she was?

“I’m Hikaru’s girlfriend,” she decides to plainly reply.

Immediately, his eyes start sparkling.

“Oh, you’re Uncle ’karu’s wife! That’s so cool!”

Her face immediately burns.

“O-oh, we’re not married!” She calms herself with a good breath. “I was visiting him because I haven’t seen him in a while. Do you know what happened?”

His mood immediately dips down and it aches.

“No… He’s just sleeping?”

“Yes, he’s sleeping, he isn’t sick.”

Immediately, the boy turns to the occupant in the bed and starts slapping him.

“Uncle ‘’karu, wake up! Your girlfriend’s here!”

Without thinking, Yoshiko grabs him, alert.

“Don’t wake him up, he needs to rest!”

“B-but… Mom said he was watching us, but he never does!”

Still, when she puts him back to the ground, he doesn’t try again.

“What’s your name?” She asks him.

“I’m Kenta”

“And your brothers?”

If she remembers correctly, Hikaru told her he had three nephews, one older and twin boys.

“They’re Riku and Ten. They like to whine.”

As most young children does, as far as she knows.

“And you’re saying your mom told Hikaru to watch over the three of you?”

Kenta looks suddenly a lot more bashful, “well, uh… Actually, Mom said it was Grandpa and Grandma, but when they’re busy, it’s Uncle ’karu who takes care of us.” He sighs and glances at him, worried. “But Uncle ’karu is always so tired. He yawns all the time, but he doesn’t sleep. I dun get it.”

The way Kenta phrases it, despite his confusion, is deeply concerning to her. Would that mean Hikaru has insomnia? Or is he forcing himself to stay up to study for the exams next week? He’s always been of the sleep-late-rise-early kind, not unlike her own father, but this sounds foreign from him anyway. What’s happening? How bad is he actually doing?

“He doesn’t sleep?”

“I don’t think he does. Whenever I go pee in the night, his light is always on.”

So he’s been studying late into the night. That’d explain a lot.

“Mom doesn’t like it when I tell her Uncle ’karu’s too tired for us. She tells me I’m wrong, that it’s his duty or something. But I don’t believe it.”

Hikaru hasn’t complained a lot about his family but having his nephews “dumped” on him was one of those. She can’t imagine having to study as much as he does and having to keep an eye on three children whenever his parents are busy… and what she has in front of her face, it’s not a convincing argument of the opposite.

“Can your brothers and you watch over yourselves while he takes a nap?”

It’s perhaps a lot to ask for children their ages.

“Yeah. We’ll be calm.” He sighs again. “I like Uncle ’karu, but I don’t think he likes us.”

“I’m sure he loves you and your brothers, he’s just very tired.” It feels awful to tell this to a child. “Truth be told, at our age, it’s hard to take care of younger people than us, and right now, we’re both busy with school. It’s not that your uncle hates you, I assure you.”

“I hope.” He glances around. “I’m gonna tell my brothers. Thank you, uh… Yoshino?”

“Close enough,” she smiles, “it’s Yoshiko.”

“Thanks, Auntie Yoshiko!”

Her cheeks burn once more as she watches him out of the room.

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The first thought that comes across Hikaru’s mind as soon as his eyes can pry themselves open is what the fuck am I doing in bed?

Then he realizes this is a very stupid question and tries getting up. Whatever this is – he shouldn’t be here. His square-root formula isn’t going to learn itse—

“You should stay in bed,” Yoshiko tells him right as his head starts swimming.

His reflexes must be dulled to hell and back, for him to barely react at all to this.

“Yo… Yoshiko…? What’re you doin’ here…?”

How long has she been here for?

“Oh, you probably don’t remember… I wanted to pay you a visit because we’ve not seen each other since class has ended and I was… worried for you.” Her face is so sad. “I was right to, I think.”

“I fell asleep on you, then, huh.”

“You did, yes. That’s why I want you to rest.”

“You’ve seen them, though, no? I need to keep an eye on my nephews. And, y’know, my exams…”

She brushes his hair, watching his eyelids flutter again.

“I’ll talk to your parents for you. Maybe… Maybe some fresher eyes will help them see the issue. You shouldn’t be balancing all of this on your shoulders alone. Not when you’re supposed to study on the side as well. But for now, just think about resting, okay?”

“You’d actually confront my family about this…?” A smile perks up on his lips. “You’re amazing…”

“Don’t worry about it for now. It’s normal someone finally gives you a hand.”

The sound of something falling downstairs alerts him immediately; yet before he can fully get up, Yoshiko grounds him back down into his bed.

“Hikaru!!”

“I’ll go check it out, so please stay here!”

His eyelids are getting really heavy, so he nods along.

“Works for me…”

He doesn’t stay awake enough to watch her leave – and it’s good enough for him.

[bl00dblight]

I should really talk on here more, huh?? I'm just so used to posting life updates on my Instagram, woops...

Anyways holy fuck I'm excited for Friday, but also my Crohn's Disease is making my life hell right now because no one pre-auth'd my medication that keeps my immune system asleep despite us asking them to two months ago...

[zealofchronos]

i was scrolling through the tags, and i got inspired by this. . .

i still haven't finished the quest yet ( but i know what happens </3 sad. ) and i live for dilfs honestly. and to think this would be my first kinda proper-ish genshin smut? something with a dilfy guy from sumeru who had 1 whole quest line.

maybe i should write for npcs more, because mm.. some of the genshin npcs are so... ♡

huffman.. wagner... timaeus started to grow on me lately... and now, jebrael.

anyway, we're kicking this off with some nice things about jebrael and a sweet kind-of-househusband-but-not-really-househusband reader!

p.s this is more of a .. drabble than an actual fic woop

the desert's darling ;; jebrael x male reader

content ;- porn with some plot , nsfw , fluffy things , soft dom jebrael , sub reader , anal sex , size kink , breeding kink / creampie , missionary ( idk positions ) , pet names ( darling )

nsfw below the cut, minors dni.

there isn't much out in the desert, but you've made it quite inviting for travelers alike to come and rest with you. letting them rest off their fatigue in your abode in aaru village. you've met all sorts of people— some students who weren't used to the life there, adventurers who needed a place to stay, some traders from the forest and ciry beyond the walls.

you weren't exactly sent off to live there— but... you chose to.

it was a home unlike any other... even if it was too hot sometimes.

you'd provide sweet drinks, lovely food and a place to stay to any and all who needed it. it sure helped take a load off the village chief and candace— they're more than happy to have your help.

but, amongst the many patrons you'd get, there'd always be some regulars that would come on by... a certain eremite and his daughter. back when they first came by, you were quick to learn jebrael and his daughter, jeht would be common faces.

to say you were enamored was... accurate, but honestly, who wouldn't gawk and stare when there was such a fine man in their house almost every month? you honestly felt like you'd want this man in your house forever.

you'd do everything for them, not even letting them lift a finger. breakfast, lunch and dinner were always prepared everyday. laundry was done and dried, folded up for them once more to bring on their travels. if the journey was rough, who's to say your hands wouldn't work at the knots in his muscled body too?

all in all, jebrael could say you were a perfect host. in fact, it almost felt like he had a sweet wife again. or, husband he should say. archons, he felt like he wanted you more and more with each time he visited.

he wanted you so much.

when night fell upon the desert, he knocked on the room of your door. jeht was fast asleep, he was sure of it. but fortunately you were still awake. always a late sleeper, wanting to make sure your guests were always comfortable before dozing off yourself.

you had a smile on as you welcomed him into your room, one that could make his heart ache, honestly. one that made him want to feel those lips of yours. but he didn't mean to make it drop when he suddenly brought up something about payment.

payment? why would he ever have to pay you? you never wanted to take anything of his, nor would you ever accept it.

clearly he had a different idea on how to pay you.

it just clicked when he stopped calling you by name, only coming in closer, softly calling you " darling " with that huskiness in his voice.

and you crumbled and caved.

and that's how you ended up on his lap, lips pushed together in a fervent kiss. he was much bigger than you, he could handle you with ease. just the thought of it made you shudder, melting into his touch some more. and clearly it made him go mad as well, groaning against your lips as his hands began to roam your body.

you could feel his hardened length beneath that pesky piece of fabric, your own arousal clouding your mind. if he was big... surely down there would be too. you didn't have to leave it up to imagination for long though.

before long, he had you in his arms, laying down on your bed. his calloused hands that would always do tough work were surprisingly gentle with you, never rough at all. especially when he slowly fingered you open, wanting to spread you open just for him. his lips were against yours, muffling your moans as his fingers worked their magic within you. the lube definitely helped, but he had been going at it for what felt like forever— was he really that worried he wasn't going to fit...?

your head was blank when his fingers left you feeling empty, jebrael merely chuckling at your whine as he repositioned himself. you could feel his tip prodding at your entrance, pulling your legs around his waist as he looked down at you.

" darling, eyes on me, " he gently tilted your head up to look at him, a small open mouthed smile on your face as you saw him. archons, he was so handsome. you could take in his features every time, but it was so clear up close and personal like this. but the slow thrust in distracted you, a shaky moan escaping your lips.

your sounds were angelic. and your insides were heavenly— those are definitely the words he'd use to describe it.

" ..a-archons.. relax.. darling, shit.. " he was gritting his teeth, trying to distract you from the pain of his size in all the ways he thought of. sweet nothings, sloppy kisses, lustful touches. he had a hand gently wrap around your own length, stroking softly as he penetrated further and further in you. he had you feeling so many things at once and you haven't even cum yet.

jebrael was panting heavily once he bottomed out in you, looking down at where you two were connected, feeling how your warmth captured him. he just wanted to stay there for a moment and relish in it, his sweet praises raining down upon you as he rested his forehead against yours.

it wasn't long until you began begging for him— begging for more, begging for something. and you were already mewling and moaning when he slowly dragged his hips back, soft squeals forced out of you as he pushed himself back in. a slow and deep pace, a rhythm meant for feeling and taking each other in.

time went on and his pace seemed to stagger— surely his age wasn't an issue in the picture right now- but rather he was so close to the edge since earlier, it was really hard to last when you were so sexy, ravishing even. it felt more erratic, his girthy length stretching you out and reaching your deepest parts as he angled himself better— to feel every inch of you.

your loud whines and moans were muffled once again, his lips capturing yours for a final kiss as you felt your high wash over you. a warmth spilled over your stomach, a rushing pleasure running all over your body. it wasn't long until jebrael joined you in this high, sheathing himself in your deepest parts before filling you up even more with milky white.

he let himself stay longer, finding you having no qualms against it.

well, this was just the first repayment. he still had more to give back to you after months of being his sweet desert darling.

oops, i wrote a lot more than i intended to...

[brainlessrot]

hihi!! can i get number 14 ( romantic ) for cater? i feel like hed be the type so say that lol. congrats on 1k btw!

here you go! i got a lil bit off the rails at the end, woops

✩ Toby's 1k special ✩

number: 14 -- "we'd make quite a cute couple" or! friends joking about dating, but theyre not really joking

Characters: Cater, Gn!reader

You scrolled through your magicam, passing multiple photos of animals and some of your friend’s—there was one of Deuce asleep with multiple “tattoos” painted on his face with marker, clearly posted by Ace. Your legs rested on Cater’s lap, him doing the same as you—responding to the multiple notifications that clogged his phone.

“Hey, look at these comments!” He pushed his phone in front of you, the little diamond charm jiggled at the movement— you had a similar one, a set to match with him. Your eyes focused on the words on screen, under a selfie of you two on his magicam account, his arm around your shoulder as he pulled you in to kiss your cheek, a wide grin in your face as you squint. Multiple people had left comments like “since when you two had been dating?”, “you two look cute together!” “when is the wedding??” and the such.

“We’d make a cute couple, don’t you think? Everyone agrees!” He chuckled, a blush dusting his cheeks as he looked at you. You giggled, liking some of the comments.

“For sure, we would be one of those couples that give people cavities because they’re too sweet.” He nodded in agreement.

“We’d be one of those couples that are always telling each other to hang up for thirty minutes.”

“Don’t we already do that?” You laughed loudly, giving his phone back as you read a last comment; “just kiss already bro”.

“Ahh, yes, yes we do, maybe we do act too much like a couple.” He brushed his hair back, some hairs falling over his eyes.

“Maybe the comments have a point, we should just date each other at this point.” You felt your face warm up at the idea, your smile wavering as you thought that maybe you were pulling the joke too thin, not wanting him to realise your true feelings.

“Would you like to try?” You chuckled, treating what he said as a joke. Your smile fell as you looked at his face, completely serious as he observed you.

“Are you… serious?” You stared at him as he gulped, pressing his lips in a thin line before nodding. You couldn’t stop a smile from appearing in your face, letting your head rest in his shoulder. “Ace and Deuce are going to say ‘I told you so’ for the next three weeks straight.”

He chuckled, passing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you back to rest against his chest. He lifted his phone, ready to take another selfie, this time the comments would be right.

[chanfictions]

May I please request an anko x fem reader drabble? Where they explore bondage and blindfolds and anko being a freaking tease. With orgasm denial and overstimulation? Nsfw please?

*fans face frantically* Hooboy, this one got away from me. We've escalated a bit out of drabble territory here. Woops. You said overstimulation, and I maybe went a little overboard. Enjoy!

Game Night

Anko x fem!Reader

18+ Content! Minors DNI!

Use of toys including a plug, fingering, bondage, rope, blindfolds, edging, teasing, orgasm denial, overstimulation, dacryphilia if you squint, mind games, voyeurism

3.1k

Anko's ears twitched excitedly as she peered over her beer at you, hiding a cheshire grin as you bashfully admitted to the gaggle of giggling women with whom you were drinking that you had always wanted to try something fun involving bondage and blindfolds. She teased and goaded you into giving her more details throughout the course of the night while the two of you enjoyed a girl's night out with a few friends, and the lot of you shared hushed confessions of your dirtiest, secret kinks.

When the night of celebration and mayhem wound down, everyone trickled off and headed to their respective homes. You went back with Anko to her apartment and binge watched one of your shared guilty pleasures in your pajamas together with a bucket of popcorn before falling asleep in a tangle of limbs, snuggled in a pile on her couch like a pair of kittens.

You didn't think much of that conversation again until tonight, because tonight, you had made plans to go out again. However, Anko, with a devious little twinkle in her eye, suggested that the two of you should stay in for a little game night.

It began with Anko coaxing you into her bedroom with that devious smile plastered to her face, wrapping her fingers around your wrist and tugging you along with her to the foot of her bed where she kept her footlocker full of fun. Standing behind you with her arms coiled around your waist and nibbling at your neck, she finally broke the silence. "So, do you still wanna try that thing you brought up last time we were out with the girls?"

Your cheeks flushed as you bit back a little smile, a soft moan escaping from the gap. Anko had a way with setting the mood like this, turning up the heat in your core with little more than a few sultry whispers. "Mmm, which thing?" You inquired coyly.

A sly little chuckle rolled from her throat as her hands wandered up under the hem of your shirt. "Mmm, the thing involving me blindfolding you and tying you up," she replied cheekily, nipping your earlobe as her hands slid under your bra and gave your nipples a playful pinch.

Gasping, you giggled and wiggled your hips against her. "Wouldn't that involve having to go shopping? You don't just keep rope and whatnot lying around or anything, do you?" The question was meant as a playful one. Little did you know, the answer to that was 'oh yes, and much, much more.'

That was how you found yourself in this exciting predicament. A soft wrap of thick, black cloth obscured your vision, and you currently dangled from the ceiling like a rope-wrapped work of art. Your ankles were fixed to a bar that kept your legs spread. Intricate knotwork decorated your torso, constricting your breathing in a surprisingly sensual manner. You adored how the rope felt against your skin. Anko took such care with each knot as she clothed you in lengths of delicately dyed cotton and held you so closely as she adjusted each loop, it was like it's own sensual kind of foreplay. You sank into a surprisingly happy headspace as she fixed the final knot and looped the slack in its length through the ceiling hook.

While you hadn't been dating long, you knew that Anko was kinky. You just didn't know how kinky. This was all exquisitely exciting, leaving you shifting giddily with anticipation in your binds. Without your sense of sight, every sound echoing through the quiet apartment mattered. It was absolutely exhilarating.

The cheerful humming ringing in your ears as Anko circled you now was surprisingly menacing. With a nervous wiggle of your naked hips, you bit your lip, inhaling sharply as a soft touch ghosted one of your nipples, leaving the little bud hardened and standing at attention. You tried to follow the quiet taps of her footsteps as she moved about, but tracking a talented shinobi like Anko by sound was nigh impossible.

You jumped and your breath caught in your throat when you suddenly felt the warmth of her body pressed against your back and the sensation of a hand moved up the center of your chest, navigating the landscape of knots and ropes entrapping your torso. A soft breath in your ear sent delightful shivers up your spine. "You look so damn good in rope," she purred, walking her fingertips lightly across your skin.

Giggling and arching into her feather light touches, you teased her playfully. "You're like a wizard with this stuff. A sexy wizard with really nice tits." Your little remark was met with her warm palms cupping your breasts and giving them a light squeeze, rolling your nipples between her fingers. A gleeful little moan left your parted lips as you tilted your head back into her. Anko truly had magical hands. Heat pooled between your legs as thoughts of her drifted through your mind while she played with your little buds. When the sensation abruptly faded, you whimpered needily.

Anko bit her lip at the delicious sight of you, all tied up with nowhere to run. She had really outdone herself this time. The winding ropes and knots decorating your body formed symmetrical patterns that were just as pleasing to the eyes as they were to the body wearing them. Circling you again and leaving you blindly craving her contact for a few moments before softly trailing her fingertips up your inner thigh, she ever so lightly swiped her fingers through your folds. "Mmm, you bad little girl. I've hardly touched you yet and look at how wet you are." Her body pressed against yours again, leaving you gasping into the mouth that was just out of reach. You didn't need to see to know there was a mischievous smirk plastered across her face. Anko always looked like she was up to no good, and that couldn't be more true right now. Her tongue darted across your lower lip before catching it between her teeth as she gave your clit some much needed attention.

"Anko," you whined under a little giggle, rolling your hips into her touch. "You're always such a tease."

The devious laughter that fanned across your ear sent shivers up your spine as she slipped two fingers into your throbbing core, toying with you as you gasped and tried feebly to gain some friction against her palm. She worked them masterfully, playing against your g-spot as she gave your clit just enough attention to leave you whining and grinding your teeth. The white hot light of an impending orgasm began to build rapidly. That wide, wicked smile curled across her lips as she listened to you moan and felt you tightening around her fingers before casually withdrawing them and flicking her tongue along your cheek. "I know."

A defeated sound of protest squeaked out of your mouth when she just left you hanging on the brink of release. The spreader bar between your ankles kept you from generating any of your own friction, leaving you pouting with an unattended knot of heat still coiled in your belly. "Ankooo-"

Anko grinned triumphantly before capturing your lips in a hungry kiss, catching one of yours between her teeth again while leaving little flutters of touch everywhere but where you needed it most. "Aww, what's the matter? You weren't about to cum, were ya?" She taunted, her hand wandering down to your inner thighs, brushing against your soaked pussy.

"Please, Anko?" You breathed lustfully as her other hand played and pinched at one of your nipples and her tongue flicked across the other. You ached and throbbed. Every teasing touch tightened that needy heat.

"Mmm, how many?" She murmured mischievously in your ear, slowly dragging her fingers back and forth across your throbbing clit while continuing to knead and play with the nipple caught between her nimble fingers.

Teetering so precariously on the edge, logic and reason had completely fallen out of your brain. All of the intermittent input from those delightfully skilled fingers of hers was ruining your ability to reason. You mewled, trying to arch into her hand for more pressure, but she just chuckled lowly as she denied you and waited to hear an answer. "I don't care, just please--" You threw your head back with a pitiful plea.

"Ask, and you shall receive," Anko grinned wickedly, now giving you the friction and pressure you so desperately wanted while eyeing the pile of goodies she had in store for you after successfully goading you into saying exactly that. She had won. You moaned happily as she coaxed the first one out of you, rubbing circles around your clit just the way you liked it and filling you with her fingers. "Mmm, you're so damn hot when you moan for me like that." She left trails of bites and open mouth kisses along your body, pausing to lick and nibble at your nipples as you clenched around her, giggling almost maniacally as she caught one between her teeth.

Sweating and breathing heavily from that delightful release, you arched into her touch, humming quietly and chewing your lip. "Fuck, this is fun," you breathed. The firm circles she drew continued, eliciting a throaty moan as you squirmed under her ministrations.

Anko almost wished that you could see the perverted smirk possessing her face as she leaned in to kiss you and ran her hands firmly over your knotted body, only momentarily giving your dripping pussy a break. "Oh, sweetie, I'm just getting started," she whispered threateningly, that smirk widening as you squeaked nervously. She chuckled darkly in your ear as she stepped away from you and loudly rummaged through the toys she had at her disposal. "Let's see… what do I want to use on you first..." That mischievous grin never left her lips as her palms closed around two particular objects, bringing them over to you. Your nervous, excited breathing made Anko hum and clench her thighs for a moment. Fuck, you were hot like this, all eager and dripping for her to touch you more. She could feel her own panties soaking just at the sight of you.

"Anko… what did you just pick up?" You inquired through a bit lip.

"Oh, just a few toys we've played with before," she mused with that cheshire smirk, trailing the familiar silicone tip of one she knew you loved down your midline to your navel.

"Oh, gods," you whined, now realizing what she was holding as the sensation of it slowly drifted downwards, dragging across your throbbing clit before Anko slowly began teasing your aching hole with it. This was hands down one of your favorites. It stretched you open and pressed on your g-spot in the most delicious way. "How is that going to stay in place?" You gasped as she slowly began working it into you with teasing thrusts.

"I told you this one came with a harness," Anko grinned widely, enjoying your whimpers and squirms as she slowly pushed it into you, occasionally giving your clit playful licks as she fastened the aforementioned device around your legs to keep the toy in place once it was fully seated.

You moaned loudly. Just the stretch of that thing was amazing, let alone what it did when she turned it on. You bucked your hips forward again, feeling the almost painful tease of her tongue lapping at your puffy clit. After adjusting to how full you felt, another question hummed in your head. "Wait… you said toys, as in plural," you squeaked.

Your question was met with more of Anko's devious laughter. "I know." She planned to make you forget your own name by the time she was through with you. With another chuckle, she dragged the next one across your chest, trailing it over your nipples as it hummed softly, leaving you gasping.

Not being able able see what she was doing was the most blissful form of torture. A whimper rattled in your throat as you swallowed hard and dropped your head back. "I-is that the plug?"

"Mmm, of course it is, sweetie," she purred. "You told me how much you liked being completely stuffed, remember?" She smirked tauntingly. All you could do was squeak in response. In truth, you did love that vibrating plug. It was just one of the little kinks you harbored with a bit of embarrassment. Anko, who was never one to be shy about any kink, happily explored that one with you not long ago and eased you into it. "Relax, baby. You know how this one works," she murmured while coating it with a generous quantity of lube and slowly teasing your puckered little hole with the tip. Your cheeks flushed and you gasped out a pathetic little moan of pleasure. Anko caressed your clit with one hand while slowly working the plug into you with the other, sliding it in and backing off if it seemed like it was too much as you slowly got used to it. You whined softly once it was fully in, and Anko gave your clit a few more rewarding rubs. "That's my girl."

"Fuck," you whispered through gaspy breaths, savoring the feeling of complete fullness from having both holes throbbing and stuffed. It was deliciously intense and distracted you from Anko's next move. "Oh gods, the wand too?" You mewled, upon hearing it buzz in her hand when she turned it on.

"Mm hmm," Anko mused, brushing it down across your body. You felt a length of rope lick your ankle as she unfurled a bit.

"Aaaankoooo, why do you need more rope?" You asked in a breathy moan, the pitch of your voice climbing, struggling to focus with all of the stimulation. Your holes fluttered in anticipation.

Your query was just met with more of that twisted giggling. "Well, I'm still gonna need my hands, so I have to tie this to you," she stated plainly while seating the humming head of it against your pulsing clit and deftly securing the body to your leg.

"Fuuuuuck, you're eeeeviiiiil," you whimpered as your legs began to shake. The vibrations traveling into your swollen clit caused you to tense tightly around the massive toy lodged in your pussy against your g-spot and the plug buried securely in your ass. The sheer magnitude of the compounding sensations left you trembling.

"Aww, poor baby," she taunted with a sly smirk while brushing her fingers against your thighs until she reached the wheel on the vibrator and turned it up a few clicks. The escalating ferocity of the sounds of your panting was music to her ears. She stood in front of you, swallowing your moans in hungry kisses while enjoying a little second hand stimulation from the vibrator that was firmly nestled against your clit. As she felt you nearing another orgasm, she walked behind you, taking both of your nipples between her fingers and pinched hard, relishing your cry as you gushed all over her floor. Your body trembled wildly, unable to produce actual words that weren't just banshee songs. Your legs shook and were hardly able to keep you upright. Your head was swimming as you gasped for air. Your walls clenched feverishly around the objects filling you as she massaged your breasts after she was done torturing them, giving you a splash of relief as she kissed her way up your neck.

Every nerve in your body was set ablaze. The heat between your legs had roared into an inferno as the tightness in your belly only seemed to grow stronger and stronger every time you fell off of that blissful cliff and your overstuffed holes spasmed and fluttered out of control. Your hips bucked reflexively against the vibrating, silicone head that was currently the center of your universe, mewling loudly as Anko laughed menacingly in your ear.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I have to run to the store real quick for some snacks for later. I'll be back in a few. Don't go anywhere, kay?" Anko chirped cheerfully over your pathetic wails. "I'm gonna need you to keep it down though so that no one walks in and finds you like this," she grinned wickedly while popping a gag into your mouth and buckling it behind your head.

You moaned around it hoarsely, drool dripping down your chin and legs trembling violently as another orgasm ripped through your body. You could hardly hear anything over the hum of the vibrator strapped to your pussy and your own screaming. Muffled protests bubbled behind the gag that were soon lost as you cried pitifully when Anko cranked up the intensity on the vibrator to its highest setting. She wouldn't, would she?

"I won't be gone long," she smirked, leaving a playful kiss on your cheek before walking away to the kitchen, opening and closing the door.

Your pleasure-drunk wails intensified as the massive toy inside of you hummed to life and began actively massaging your g-spot. You went weak in the knees, throwing your head back with a muffled, shrieking cry as the knot of heat in your belly broke again and you gushed all over the floor for the second time. Due to the volume of the sound inside of your head, you never heard Anko walk back into the room. She seated herself languidly with a smug smirk as she admired the absolute wreck she had made of you as you dangled only a few feet away - sobbing, drooling, and orgasming uncontrollably. You twisted and squirmed against the silicone head of the vibrator strapped to your throbbing, overstimulated clit as you groaned pathetically, unable to hold back and soaking your legs again.

The sounds of your moans and quivering cries of ecstasy left her biting her lip and sliding a hand down her own pants, working deft fingers through her positively slick folds, just drinking the delicious sight of you. She wasn't going to leave you like that for too long, but she was definitely going to enjoy herself for the time being.

With a content sigh, she sank back into the couch, smirking while pleasuring herself to the sounds and sights of your earth-shattering orgasms. With a happy mewl of her own, she dropped her head back against the couch. "Man, do I love game night."

[fandom-blackhole]

Okay you have no idea how excited I was to see that you're open for requests! I love your Mando stories so could I please request my big boi Paz? I'd love to witness you do magic with prompts : 14 (bodyguard AU) and either 49 (fake marriage)/63 (mistaken for couple)/80 (green-eyed epiphany) *can you tell I couldn't decide* *I'm a Libra* *I do apologize*

Im honored that you love my mando fics and that you got excited about me opening requests 🥺💕Also, as a Sagittarius sun and moon, I relate on not being able to make decisions 😔, but I have a great idea for:

14. Bodyguard AU 

63. Mistaken for Couple

80. Green-Eyed Epiphany  

Pairing: Paz Vizsla x GN!Reader

Words: roughly 2k, woops

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Note: So I just wanted to start this off with what I'm thinking about this mash-up, like whats going on and the situation. A little backstory/world building, if you will. So, im seeing this as after the tribe on Nervarro scatters after the fight with Grogu, Din, and the Stormtroopers. Paz is by himself and in need of work for credits, to both support himself and save up for when/if he is reunited with his tribe he can help rebuild and contribute. That leads him to a small midrim planet that is pretty divided. You are the head of the government, but there is a group of people who keep trying to kill you and harm your supporters because they want the "true ruler" to be in your place. Said "ruler" is part of a bloodline of radical tyrants that had been controlling the planet until around the same time the empire fell, their downfall resulting from being too involved with the empire. SO, the head of your defense team brings in Paz to protect you, because not only is he a big scary dude covered in big weaponry and armor, but also because you keep insisting that all the soldiers and guards should be protecting the people not you, so bringing in Paz was his little loophole. Now on to the story!

You were not happy with this arrangement, and you had told the head of your guard just as much. You didn't need a protector, it only showed your rivals that you were scared of what they were capable of, that they had the possibility to win this war they were waging. The man- the mandalorian that had been hired was unfazed by your indifference towards him, always just trailing silently behind you look just as menacing as mandalorians were said to be. It was easy to tell that he knew his way around a variety of weapons, it was easy to tell that he had been through battles and suffered their consequences. And it was easy to tell that this job seemed to be a bit boring for him. He didn't have any excitement, most days the mandalorian was stuck following you throughout the capital building, attending meetings that he could care less about, standing guard to your study as you paced around in thought. Nothing much happened, but as time went on and the war worsened and the threat of your rivals loomed over your head you started to notice that the mandalorian would do little things that shaved a little of your stress away, or would brighten you day if only a little. Little treats would show up on your desk, or cups of teas or caf just the way you liked them, walks through the garden would result in a vase of flowers- handpicked and cut with a sharp knife at an angle, delicately- placed in your room. The first time you broke down in front of him, the stress of loosing nearly an entire village not far from where you were to the grievous ways of your enemies broke you to the point of sobbing hysterically and the mandalorian surprised you with his gentleness, as he softly grabbed your arms and made you look up at him, his blue helmet staring down at you as he said, "You will get past this...you...you are a good leader, you care for your people more than yourself, and in the end, that is what will have you coming out on top."

After that night, something changed between the two of you. Instead of following behind you silently, you started walking beside the mandalorian, in meetings instead of letting him stand silently behind you, you started asking his opinions on the battles or if he had any suggestions to help combat. The two of you got closer, and you weren't sure when, but eventually you found yourself calling the mandalorian a friend, and you liked to believe he thought of you as one as well, he at least trusted you enough that he told you his name, which you only used in the private of your quarters or study during your late night talks. When you started to show signs of the stress becoming too much, or that you were nearing another breakdown, he would gently lead you away from whatever you had been doing. More times than not he lead you to the gardens and sat you down as he would tell you stories of his childhood or of his people and culture. One evening, he went as far as to set up a little spot for you to relax and eat a little snack with tea, to give you time away from everything, to give you a break from holding your home on your shoulders. It had been nice, and it helped you clear your thoughts, the gesture had you smiling fully for the first time in months, and it was one that was not quick to fade. As thanks, you had asked Paz what you could do, to which he only replied, "Seeing you smile is enough." So you did, you smiled at him and gently reached out and placed a kiss on the cheek of his helmet.

The smile Paz had gifted you stayed for a few days, your people noticed the happiness and it it seemed to affect all of them, each person growing their own little smiles. Melancholy still hung in the air, but you felt like you had the energy and will power to deal with it now. But as all good things must end, this happiness was ripped from you, when the head of your guard rushed into a meeting with the delegates of the planet, his face was crumpled in worry and he whispered apologies as he reluctantly handed over a letter addressed to you. Your heart pounding, you opened the letter only to freeze at the sight of a photo taken of the moment that had only radiated happiness until now, staring down you only saw yourself pressed close to Paz’s form with lips pressed against his helmet. The moment now felt tainted, and you felt sick to your stomach, the happiness that was shown in the picture gone, only replaced with pure terror. Glancing at the man stood before you, he took the picture and flipped it before handing it back with a somber look. On the back, in deep red ink and scratchy handwriting read:

Now, do you really think courting a mandalorian is going to protect you from your death by my hands? Ill make sure to kill him in front of you so you have to watch as he falls.

Yours loving,

The True King

You hadn't even realized you were shaking, nor breathing heavily, until a gloved had reached into very and took the note away from you. You watched as Paz looked the note over before passing it back to your head guard. He told him something, but you could not hear as your eyes started ringing. Gently Paz helped you stand, before leading you away from the meeting. You didn't care where he was taking you, at that moment you couldn't think straight, couldn't get past the thought of, how did they get so close to take a photo without anyone noticing?

After the letter had been delivered Paz took care to never leave your side, he became more overbearing and involved with planning your schedule. No longer were you allowed in the gardens, or outside for that matter, for the time being, Paz only really allowed you to go to your quarters, your study, and the meeting room. You didn't fight him, too tired from the lasting conflicts and worry over what would happen next. A month went by, and everything quieted, the attacks stopped, and it almost felt like your enemy had gone into hiding. You didn't relax though, the note still whispering in the back of your head. Paz found himself often sleeping in the chair beside your bed, after too many nights of having been awoken to you yelling out his name and finding you rushing to his room to reassure yourself that he was safe.

Then it happened. You knew the quiet was only leading to something, but you weren't prepared to be a woke in the middle of the night to Paz scream to you. It had been the first night you had been able to fall asleep and stay asleep without nightmares of Paz’s death, but you were only thrown into a different nightmare as your eyes few open and you saw Paz fighting off an attacker. You yelled for you to run, and as you hesitated he only growled your name and told you to go, so with a heavy heart you did, you ran. All around the capital you could seem fires burning and hear your guards fighting with silhouettes your tired eyes could not make out in the low light of night. You did not know where to go, only letting your feet carry you, only stopping when you were out of breath. Looking around, you found yourself in the garden, feet from where you gave Paz the soft kiss, the memory still churning out a small amount of happiness, but quickly turned sour once more when the grinning face of the man you loathed most in the world stood from the bench hidden in the shadows.

"My dear, I was hoping you'd come here. I know you are especially fond of the gardens, most certainly this area."

"What do you want Alun? Why wouldn't you stop this fighting? People, my people, our people are suffering!"

He scoffed and turned to look at the city burning around you both. "The people deserve what they are getting for forgetting their true leaders. And you for forgetting what you once were."

"Stop this. You are doing nothing but destroying the planet!"

Alun turned to look at you, small smile curling onto his hate filled face. Slowly he reached out and placed the rose he had picked behind your ear, the thorns pricking your skin, one digging in enough to make a drop of blood run down your ear.

"When I have control again, and we are again together, things will go back to the way they were. I promise you, love. You just need to stop fighting me."

Disgust formed on your face as you stepped back, "We may have been engaged before you fell, but I never loved you. I was forced into that position by you and your father, and I do not regret being apart of how he and you fell from grace. I will never stop fighting you."

"Oh, but I love you, and I will have you, my love."

"Not if I have any say," a voice growled from behind you. Whipping around, relief flooded you at the sight of Paz marching towards where you stood. He was covered in blood from fighting, but seemed like he was uninjured himself much to your relief. But he seemed angry, livid almost as he pushed you behind him, standing toe-to-toe with Alun. "If you want them, you will have to get through me, and I will not stop fighting until my dying breath for them," Paz’s words settled into your chest, warmth flowing through you as the next few second moved in slow motion. Paz reached out, before Alun even had a chance to grab for his weapon. Paz lifted him like a rag doll to his height, making direct eye contact, before growling out, "because I love them, and you will never have them."

And with that said, Paz simply slammed his forehead into Alun's forcefully knocking him unconscious, then carelessly dropping him to the ground where he laid unmoving buise already forming on his forehead. Paz then turned to you and reached for you, but you simply flung yourself onto him. "You're okay, i was so worried, I didn't want to leave you, I was so scared that something would happen and that Id...."

"That you'd, what cyare," Paz whispered as he held you close, arms wrapped around you as if he'd let go and you'd disappear. Looking up and into his helmet's visor you were quiet for a moment, before speaking up softly, "I love you too... I thought I'd never get to tell you that I loved you."

Gently, Paz pressed his forehead against your own, before whispering, "You don't have to worry. I'll always be around to protect you. And," a teasing note coming out in his voice making you smile, "You can tell me how much you love me anytime you want. As long as you don't have anymore previous fiancés out there professing their love to you. I don't think I could hold back from ripping off their heads like I did just now."

Giggling you shook your head, "No more love professions, I promise. Only yours matter."

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Be You {Leviathan x Reader}

Leviathan x Reader (They/Them) || Obey Me!

Warning(s): None (Well, actually I make Levi bully Mammon for less than a paragraph)

Note: This was a request I received from someone on Wattpad!

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Finally, Leviathan’s done it. It’s been a long three days, hours upon hours having been poured into this playthrough. 

“Woop woop! Aren’t I the best!” he praised himself, smiling wide. He’s skipped meals, pushed assignments to a later date and avoided any outside interactions to finish this game. His sight may be blurry and his limbs numb but if those were the sacrifices he had to make to go full completionist then it was all worth it. Now, time to celebrate a well deserved win.

“I think this calls for some of Ruri-chan’s celebratory season 3 limited edition candy and-!”

A chorus of knocks on his door immediately snuffed out his joy. Levi scowled, turning to glare at his door from his chair, it’s gotta be Mammon. The third born is absolutely positive that it’s his scummy older brother - it always is - back yet again to mooch more money off him for a trip to the casino. The usual slander he and his brothers would throw at the second born was on the tip of his tongue, ready to fire at will. 

“Hey Levi? You there? It’s me....”

A voice that definitely doesn’t belong to the second born piping up and Levi, halfway through spouting the first syllable, shuts up all together. That’s his normie. A weight presses on his heart: he was just about to yell and insult his Henry… 

Clearing his throat in hopes of gaining some kind of composure (all previous anger having diminished) the usual “What’s the password?” came out in a stutter. The demon was only acutely aware of his heart beat. How it skipped periodically. How it raced like he himself just ran a marathon. Levi waits a moment for the human to finish reciting the TSL excerpt. His hands begin to shake, his palms exuding profuse amounts of sweat. Gah! Why was he so nervous? Yeah, he’s aware that he’s just some gross shut-in otaku but he shouldn’t be this anxious! It’s not like this is the first time the exchange student has hung out in his room... alone... with him…

“Yo Levi?”

“Yes MC?”

“You think you could open the door now? Please?” Snapped back to reality, Levi hastily opened the door, finding himself regretting it soon after.

“I, uh, MC? What do you…?” his voice trailed off, orange gradient eyes locked on their garments. Immediately he sputtered, taking a step back. A bright scarlet coated his pale cheeks. Levi tried to hide it with his hand, though it was proven useless. The sea demon's at a toss up; should he screech? Slam the door shut? Combust all together!? At the rate he’s going, number three is looking pretty probable.

On the other end of this exchange, the human stood almost timidly out in the hall, fingers fiddling with one another while their eyes darted anywhere but at the man in front of them. The words of the fifth born rang in their ears:

“You absolutely have to wear this dear! My brother would surely fall head over heels for you, even more so than he already is!”

Oh whyyyyy did they trust him? Cause he had knowledge in fashion and love? Yeah, that was it. Still, if this turns south Asmo is going to get a lecture worse than any Lucifer could ever give… Damn, they really should’ve never let the lust demon shoo them into his private bathroom and make them change into this girly outfit. 

And it hit them all at once: Levi doesn’t like it, what they’re wearing. What if he never talks to them after this? Maybe if they leave now then there will still be a chance they can forget about this.

Time went on slowly, like people who walk through mud are, and MC just about tuck tail and ran, what they had planned and gained courage for be damned. 

Levi had other plans though. 

Only now registering that the two were standing out in the open for all to see, in a blind and desperate attempt to save himself and the human from embarrassment, the third born latched onto their wrist, yanking them into the safety of his room. Unfortunately, demon strength is a funny thing and Levi had handled them with more force than he meant to, the human crashing into his chest - hard. 

Perhaps it was instinct -- a need to protect the fragile being within his grasp -- but the demon's arm found purchase around their form, pulling them almost impossibly closer as they tipped. The pair, balance long gone, toppled over, landing with a thud.

Somehow, just like in all the romance anime he’s watched, Levi found himself hovering over them, arms propped on either side of their head. Their noses brushed, both staring frozen into each other's eyes. It wasn’t everyday that either of them were this close to one another, the exception being when the duo falls asleep playing video games. God, with this kind of proximity he was sure that the normie could hear how fast his meek heart was pounding. If this went on any longer he might actually die.

“Levi?” They whispered, their voice so quiet that he almost missed the call of his name. He however did catch their whisper and tensed up before coming back to the here and now, catching sight of the ‘what’ that led to their current position. Standing, Levi’s face burned hotter than ever before.

‘It was all because of them,’ he thought, turning away turning away with tense shoulders as he still tries to mask the red that licked all the way up to his ears. ‘It’s always their fault when I start to feel like I do now!’

“S-stupid n-normie! Why are you even wearing that?” he asked, chancing a glance over his shoulder. Levi did have to admit… they looked kinda cute in those clothes… and it looked like something Ruri-chan would wear too… 

Gah! No no no focus Levi!

The ‘normie’ didn’t answer right away, instead raising to their feet and opting to grab a bag from beside the door. That wasn’t there before. 

“Asmo…” they sighed, turning back to face the demon, nervousness swirling within them. Now or never, “Asmo said you’d like it if I wore something like this” So this is Asmo’s doing? Damn him… “Anyway, here, take it.”

“Wha-?” A shimmering gift bag the same colour of the water Henry his goldfish swam in was thrust into his hands, whatever he was about to say dying in his throat. 

A present? For him? Oh why must a no good otaku like him have to go through such an intimate endeavor???? He just can’t take it! 

Then again, this was like that one scene from season 2 ep. 22 of this anime he binged: I Forget Important Dates all the time which causes me to get into really awkward situations. This time I forgot about my Birthday and my Crush handed me a bag before confessing their love for me!

So-! Spurred on by fictional characters and MC’s urging “go on, open it”, Levi tore the tape, presented with his spontaneous gift: a popular multiplayer game from the human world; one near impossible to get in Devildom.

“WHAOOO!” MC couldn’t help but think how much he’s acting like a kid on Christmas, the notion cute in their opinion. The human stood still for a couple minutes, allowing their friend to rant and gush over the game (and how cool they were for even acquiring it).

“But…” the purple haired demon calmed down, “why did you suddenly give me this?” What? Did he not know what today was?

“It’s… it is your birthday isn’t it!?” Don’t tell them Asmo lied to them about Levi’s birthday!

Levi pulled out his phone, his eyes widening to the size of saucers, “No, it is my birthday,” he assured. With all the gaming he was doing he must've failed to noticed, which is strange considering the last time his special day drew near he practically counted down the days. 

“MC.” He got their attention, looking them right in the eye, his words and actions portraying a sureness and sincerity, “Thank you and…” As quick as lightning strikes the ground, the human had themselves pulled flush against Levi once more, his head resting on their shoulder and nose buried in the crook of their neck. His hair, so soft and fluffy, left a ticklish sensation on their skin.

“And about what you said before. With Asmo. I do like what you’re wearing but…” he tightens his hold, “I like you just the way you are. I know you don’t usually dress like this and I want nothing more than for you to be comfortable, like how you make me. If that means dressing tomboy-ish then so be it. I want you to be you: the human only you can be: my Henry.” 

“I’m glad you feel that way…” They smiled, arms wrapping around his torso. They hope their gratitude is able to shine through in the hug, “Now, ya wanna play your new game?”

“Yes!” He smiled, pulling back and raising his hand. They return the grin, suppressing a chuckle seeing as the demon reminded them of the YES demoji. “Oh, but um! Would you like to change first? It’s not that I don’t like seeing you dressed like that or anything but like I said I want you to be comfortable but also I don’t think my heart can take it anymore… wait that’s not what I meant!” That made them chuckle though.

“Do I have to?” They teased, enjoying the reaction they got out of the third born. Levi gulped, ducking his head while whispering a small no. “Then maybe I’ll stay like this a little longer. It is your birthday after all.” Tugging the envy demon towards their usual gaming spot they let Levi set up the game before the two plopped down in their spots.

“Oh and Levi?” He hummed, tilting his head, the light of the screen illuminating the side of his face. They hugged him once more, “Happy Birthday”

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Severe Malnutrition.

Season : Autumn

Location : Park

Leo : Funfufu~n ♪

Wahaha! The inspiration is springing up!

My body is in great shape today, my hands are creating a masterpiece…☆

After all, I AM a genius! Wait no, maybe even God!? Geez, I’m imitating Shu like this…. ♪

Mika laying down on the floor

Leo : Hee… is that a dead person!?

Ee, what, no is he only unconscious?

(Mmh.. his body is warm, and his heart is still beating when I touched it…..)

(It means he’s still alive, right? But the breathing is really shallow and unstable~, the rhythm is really strange too!)

(Oh, this is an emergency! Call an ambulance!)

(Aah, but I don’t have a phone, I don’t have a wallet either! I have nothing except talent!)

(That’s enough for me though, Wahaha!)

(But this isn’t the time to be laughing.. M~mh, what should I do?)

(For now, I can carry him to school since its near the park..)

(Yeah, I can carry him to the infirmary! If someone passes by, I can borrow their phone to call an ambulance!)

(Yep, let’s go with that!)

Hey, I’m gonna carry you to the infirmary for the time being

You don’t have any visible injuries… So I think it’s fine to move you around a bit

You might feel slightly uncomfortable, but it’s unavoidable!

Let’s go~ Woop! 

Leo Struggling to carry Mika

H– he’s heavy! No, it’s probably just the effects of living a hikikomori [1] life making my muscles weak

Even after returning, everyone in Knights will still be the ones carrying heavy things

Mika : Mmh….. Oshi-san, I’m sorry….?

Leo : Mmh? Are you sleeping or something! Or are you up already? Honestly~ if you’re up, I want you to walk on your own!

You’re wearing the school uniform, so you’re also a Yumenosaki High student right? You’re a high school student for sure!

Be sure to stand up and walk on your own then!

Aa, he fell asleep again… Guu, he’s really a handful to take care of!

Can’t be helped, I guess I’ll have to carry him

I haven’t really used this much strength, my muscles are being worked up after a long time

Let’s go!

Uuu, step by step~!

(…But, he’s really light for someone his height)

(Maybe I’m not strong, that’s why he’s heavy…. But it feels like just skin and bones, or is it because he fainted?)

(Is he filled with cotton instead of organs?)

(Mmmh, I feel like I’ve se~en him somewhere before? Who though?)

(Forget it! I mean, I’m wasting calories on my thoughts!)

(Hurry up! He might die if you keep being this slow)

Location : School Infirmary

Adonis : We’ve arrived at the infirmary

Leo : Mh! Thanks, I’m glad you took my place carrying the unconscious kid for me!

I feel like I’d fall unconscious too if I carried him all by myself

I’m really grateful~, and sorry were you suppose to do your club activity? You look really scary but you’re actually really nice, Rei’s kid ♪

Adonis : My name is Adonis Otogari, not Rei’s Kid. Have you forgotten about my name, Tsukinaga-senpai?

Leo : Is that so? Sorry sorry! I’m not interested in remembering names

But your name is really nice, Adonis based on the Greek myth right?[2]

The tears of a Goddess who’s mingled with his blood, and produced anemones!

The story alters a lot!

Aa, more inspiration is springing!

Let’s dedicate this song with gratitude so you won’t ever forget your name, let’s name it “Adonis” ~♪

Adonis Ignoring Leo and laying Mika down on the bed

Adonis : This is fine, for the time being. You can rest nicely on this soft bed

Leo : Mmh! One case is settled!

Gosh, I’m really impatient, my lifespan has been shortened down! Even with a free live, I don’t think I can live long!

….This looks like he’s been like this. How did he fell unconscious, really? Do you know anything about this Adonis?

Adonis : I don’t know myself, but it seems like he has fell unconscious multiple times. He refuses to eat, and also seems malnourished and anemic

In other words, eating meat might solve the problem. I happened to brought a kebab with me, so I’ll give it to him when he wakes up

Do you also want to eat, Tsukinaga-senpai? Eat meat

Leo : Ah, I’ve seen this in some countries! It really does smell like this~, do you always carry food with you?

Adonis : It was a coincidence. I was running for the track and field club activity….

I was hit with the smell of meat, and it turns out I was standing in front of a kebab stand near the school

The stands here are the best, I even know the owner

It’s not the best to put something in your stomach while running, but I was asked to sample a new product….

I failed and gave into trying the food

Besides, it was really delicious so I went to grab my wallet and bought more….. I really am weak

Leo : But isn’t it okay? Abstinence just a shortcut to enlightenment, but humans should basically be able to eat and do whatever they want!

I like that one better ~♪

Hikikomori means severe social withdrawal with no outside contact at all.

It’s Basically a story about a guy named Adonis and the Goddess Aphrodite. They’re lovers, but Adonis got mauled by a wild boar one day. He died in Aphrodite’s hands, and her tears mingled with his blood and it created a flower known as anemone

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