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careless whisper by george michael , gojo , angst

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CW: cheating, angst, hurt/no comfort, reader has female pronouns (referred to as madam and birthday girl), alcohol consumption (all characters are of age), swearing

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For one night, one night alone you were going to put all of your suspicions and past hurt aside and enjoy the party. After all, it was your birthday so the night was supposed to be all about you.

Shooting a smile at your boyfriend across the room you can't help but feel your stomach flutter as he shoots you a wink and begins making his way through the crowd towards you. Stopping in front of you he sweeps forward in an exaggerated bow, extending his arm.

“Madam Birthday Girl, will you do me the honor of dancing with me?”

Laughing at his antics, you relax, reassured by his usual behavior. Of course everything was normal between the two of you. You were just being paranoid. Placing your hand in his, you allowed him to escort you onto the dance floor.

I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor

Wrapping your arms around his neck and swaying slowly to the music you rested your face against his chest and enjoyed the peace of the moment. Or, at least you tried to.

As soon as your nose brushed his blue button up your senses were invaded with some sort of expensive oriental perfume, meant to be subtle with rose and jasmine. But judging from the way your nose burned, whoever had been wearing it must have been wearing a whole bottle for the residual left on his clothes to be so strong. Nothing like the one or two spritzes of understated wildflower perfumes you preferred. 

Fighting the urge to gag at the overpowering scent, you looked up over his shoulder in an attempt to get some fresh air. Instead you were confronted by lipstick stains on the edge of his collar. Bright pink lipstick stains, which couldn’t possibly be yours, because you would never wear a color that garish. 

Suddenly you no longer felt like dancing, and as the song’s outro played you decided to give him one more chance to explain himself after the party. If he couldn’t do that, then the two of you were done. Looking up into his eyes you gave him a forced smile, a small part of you screaming that this was going to be the last time the two of you danced like this.

As the music dies, something in your eyes

Calls to mind a silver screen

And all its sad good-byes

After the song ended Gojo watched you walk away, unsettled by the finality in your eyes. Had you figured it out? Did you know where he had been before the party? Who was he kidding of course you had. As much as the two of you had danced around the obvious truth for months he knew that you knew. He had fallen in love with your quick wits and intelligence. There was no way you hadn’t put two and two together.

But despite forgotten dates, the nights he came home late or not at all, the perfume that wasn’t yours clinging to his skin, he dared to hope that you would just keep pretending not to know. That things could stay the way they were. If only you weren’t so smart.

Though it's easy to pretend

I know you're not a fool

Walking across the room you mingled with the guests, accepting birthday wishes and engaging in small talk. Heading over to the bar, you got a refill on your drink and leaned against the bar sipping it. You heaved a sigh, wishing the entire thing was over and that you could just go home. A large warm hand placed on your shoulder interrupted your stewing, causing you to turn around.

“Oh! Geto! Hi! I wasn’t expecting you to come. How are you?” You were surprised to see none other than your boyfriend’s best friend, Geto Suguru. The large man chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly at your surprise.

“Sorry, I was in the area and decided to drop by. I’m doing okay, but actually I’m here to ask you that. I’m really sorry about what Satoru did. It was fucked up. How are you doing with the breakup? I may be his best friend but just know that I’m always here for you-”

“Wait, what? The breakup?” You were confused. You hadn’t even told your best friends about your plans to confront Satoru, seeing as you had only made up your mind a few minutes ago.  “What are you talking about?”

“What do you mean ‘what do you mean?’ We had a conversation and Satoru promised me-” Realization lit up in his dark eyes. “He didn’t do it, did he? Oh that son of a-” He stops, looking at you guiltily.

“Listen, I’m really sorry. You should hear it from him. I gotta go now.” With that, he turned and walked away, leaving you with a sinking feeling in your gut.

From across the room, Gojo watched his friend leave, knowing that whatever had just happened between the two of you could not not have been good. Not wanting to obsess over what Suguru could have said, he turned away and jumped into a conversation. Whatever was said had been said already. There was nothing he could do about it at the moment.

Time can never mend

The careless whispers of a good friend

If he had watched a few seconds longer he would have seen you shake yourself then chase after his friend, looking for answers. Darting around guests and avoiding dancing couples you caught up to Geto just outside of the building.

“Wait!” You yelled, hurrying to catch up with him. “You can’t just leave like that! I need to know what you mean.”

Not turning, Geto shook his head. “Trust me on this one. You don’t want to know. Let him tell you. I’ll make sure he does, but you shouldn’t hear this from me.”

“I’m pretty sure I already know.” The words fly out of your mouth before you could stop them. “He’s cheating on me, right? Listen, I need to know. I’m probably going to break up with him tonight. So it doesn’t matter anyways. Just tell me.”

Rubbing his face with one hand he sighed and chuckled without humor. “Of course you know. Jesus this whole situation is so fucked up.” He turned around and looked at you properly.

“Let’s go find somewhere to sit. This might take a little while.”

To the heart and mind

Ignorance is kind

Geto had left a couple of minutes ago, leaving you sitting on a sidewalk bench organizing your thoughts. Fighting the urge to cry, you were unsure why the pain in your chest was so sharp. You had been almost positive, he was cheating on you, so why did it hurt so bad to have your suspicions confirmed? It wasn’t like the knowledge was anything new to you.

Maybe it was because you now knew that the woman was the daughter of a wealthy family close to the Gojos. Maybe it was because you knew that it had been going on for months, and when Geto found out he had made Satoru promise to either end things with the other girl or break up with you. Maybe it was knowing that after making that promise Geto had found him with the other woman again, leading him to assume Satoru had broken up with you. 

Whatever it was, it fucking hurt. Letting out a small sob, you clutched your chest feeling your heart break. Unable to stop the tears from spilling over your waterline you opened your phone and texted him that you knew before you could back out.

But as you wiped your face and headed back to the party because you would be damned if you let him ruin your night, a small part of you wished you hadn’t discovered the truth.

There's no comfort in the truth

Pain is all you'll find

After receiving your text, Satoru watched the entrance intensely, waiting for you to return. The second you step through the door he locks eyes with you, gesturing towards the outside, mouthing that he wanted to talk.

Instead of turning around and walking back outside so the two of you could talk like he had expected, you just strolled into the party and joined a group of your friends. Whipping out his phone, he tried to send you a text, only to discover that he had been blocked.

Then the panic set in as he started trying to make his way towards you. But at that moment a popular song came on over the speakers, and the crowd became rowdy, making it impossible for him to get to you. It was like the crowd was against him, pushing him back towards the edge of the dance floor instead of across it to where you were.

Didn’t they understand that he needed to get to you? That he need to explain himself? He wishes the crowd would just disappear. That it was just you and him, with nothing else in the way.

Tonight the music seems so loud

I wish that we could lose this crowd

As he continues to scan the crowd for you, he finally catches sight of you dancing with your friends, laughing and singing along to the song. Shouting your name, he waves frantically, but the venom in your eyes when they meet his make his voice die out. 

Maybe it was for the better that the two of you didn’t talk right then. You didn’t seem like you were in a place where you would be able to talk reasonably. Turning, he decided to head out for the night and give you the space you so clearly needed. He would just talk to you tomorrow.

Maybe it's better this way

We'd hurt each other with the things we'd want to say

The next day when he went to your place to talk, Satoru was greeted by a box of all of his things sitting outside of your apartment and a post-it note declaring that the two of you were over. And despite all of his screaming and pleading and banging on the door, you didn’t come out that day. Or the next. Or the one after that.

Now it’s been months, and he’s given up on winning you back. It’s clear you have no interest in hearing him out. And in those three months he had come to realize just how much you had meant to him. You were his better half, the one he truly loved. The other woman he had cheated on you with couldn’t hold a candle to you. 

If only he hadn’t been such an idiot. Maybe if he hadn’t been so conceited and cocky he would have seen the value in what the two of you shared and the two of you would still be together. Maybe the two of you would have spent the rest of your lives in happiness together. But that’s not what happened, and now he was all alone. 

We could have lived this dance forever

But now, who's gonna dance with me?

Years had passed, and he was still alone. At first he had tried dating to get over you, but after realizing that the first girl had a similar smile to you, the second had the same shade eyes as you, the third your hair color, he stopped. 

It didn’t matter how hard he subconsciously tried to find girls to replace you. None of them were ever going to be you. And the guilt he harbored over the way he treated you would follow him into the grave. He lost the best thing that ever happened to him. There was no recovering from that.

And I'm never gonna dance again

Guilty feet have got no rhythm

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mistakes and regrets

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warnings: 18+ only, smut, aged up!rafe, dad!rafe and mom!reader, seperated parents/coparenting, p in v sex (but they dont finish), angsty but fluffy ending

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"hey, baby girl!" rafe smiles, picking up your daughter and twirling her around. "well don't you look so cute in your new dress." he nuzzles his face against hers, pressing kisses along her cheeks.

"hey y/n." rafe greets you with a smile as well, setting your daughter down and coming to take the bags out of your hands, carrying them inside.

you take your daughters hand and walk in together, pushing down your nerves to put a smile on your face.

"thanks for letting us stay here while the apartment is getting redone." you say, watching as rafe sets your bags along the hallway.

"no problem." rafe says, clearing his throat. it's been so long since you've shared a house together. rafe usually gets your daughter on weekends, and you take care of her at your apartment during the week while he's working. 

it wasn't a one time hookup that resulted in your daughter, but it wasn't exactly a relationship either. your bodies were so compatible, and you tried to make it work when you became pregnant, but it was just too hard on both of you, so for your daughters sake, you decided to cut the toxicity and coparent with seperate places.

"come on, izzy, let's show mommy your new toy." rafe ushers your daughter up the stairs, helping her navigate her new skill. izzy just turned two, and is still getting the hang of her movements.

you follow them up the stairs, looking at the house you used to know so well. you smile when you see the inside of izzys room, it's been almost a year since you've been inside of it, and its been updated with a brand new bed, and stocked full with toys. rafe obviously spoils his daughter, but you already knew that from how much extra he gave you in child support each month, allowing you to not have to work to support her. you still choose to work at a local cafe on the weekends, mainly because your friend runs it and you like to help out. it keeps you busy as well when you're away from your daughter.

"mommy, look!" izzy holds up a brand new barbie doll, and you ooo and ahh over it as she continues to show you all the toys that she keeps at her daddys house. you sit down on the tiny toddler sized couch in her room, smiling at rafe as he crosses his arms and watches from the door, loving seeing how precious his daughter is.

once izzy is done going through everything, you head back down the stairs for dinner. you love to cook with izzy, giving her easy little tasks that she can do with your supervision. you know how important it is to start teaching her these things young, and how good it is for her development.

you move throughout the kitchen with rafe with ease, like you never had all that time spent apart. once everything is in the oven or simmering on the stovetop, you move to lift izzy into her high chair in the dining room, but rafe stops you. "i got it." he smiles gently, placing her in the seat and securing the tray.

"this is nice." you hum softly, keeping an eye on izzy out of the corner of your eye as she drinks her milk out of a sippy cup.

"it is. we should do family dinners more often." you and rafe get along decently well, but it also hurts you to be around him constantly. you feel guilty that you aren't giving izzy the life you had growing up with two steady, in love parents.

"we should." you just say in agreement, helping rafe plate the dishes before moving back to the table.

the dinner goes by well, izzy never letting an awkward silent moment happen as she chats away, even though most of it is intelligible baby babble along with her speaking with a mouth full of food.

you settle down on the couch with izzy after, cuddling her as a movie plays on the tv while rafe cleans up from dinner. you both decided a relaxing day would be best, considering you're deviating from her normal schedule by staying at rafes for the entire week while your apartments wood floors are redone. the complex offered to put you up in a hotel, but you knew izzy would be more comfortable at rafes, even if you found it awkward. you'd do anything for your daughter.

"somebody is getting tired." rafe says with a smirk as he enters the living room, seeing izzy resting against you, slowly blinking at the tv.

"daddy." izzy perks up slightly, crawling across the couch to where he sits down.

"come on, mommy." izzy becons you with her hand, wanting to cuddle with both her parents. you can't deny what your little girl wants, schooching across the couch to sit next to rafe, izzy sat half on your thigh and half on his.

you keep your back pin straight, your leg the only part of your body touching rafes, but as the movie continues, you find yourself leaning back against the couch, rafes arm coming to wrap around your shoulder.

you can tell that izzy has fallen asleep, but you let yourself lean into rafe, enjoying the comfort of his warmth as the movie draws to a close.

only when the credits finish do you move, wishing you could stay there curled up for longer, as one big unit with izzy.

"ill take her up to bed, stay here." rafe says, keeping his voice barely above a whisper. you just nod, letting rafe pick up your daughter, noting how small she is in his big arms. still your little girl, even though she's gotten so big.

rafe hesitates before he leaves the room, turning to press a kiss to your forehead before exiting. you blush hard, knowing your face must be bright red from the intimate moment.

you stay sat in your seat as you hear rafe descending the stairs and rummaging with something in the kitchen. he comes back into the living room with two glasses of wine, handing one to you.

"i bought red just for you." rafe admits, sitting down next to you, but keeping more distance than before.

"you remembered." you smile into your glass, taking a small sip of the drink.

"of course.” rafe closes his eyes briefly before refocusing on you when they open again.

“you’re different.” you say honestly. it’s been so long since you’ve spent more than a few minutes with him, and never one on one like this. 

“i’m no longer the boy who got you pregnant.” rafe says, and you understand exactly what he means. izzy changed both of your lives, made you realize that you had to grow up, for her sake and your own. “i actually-” rafe leans forward and sets his glass on the coffee table. “wanted to apologize for back then. i was young and stupid, and i hurt you and izzy. i wish i could go back and change how i acted. i was jealous and immature.”

“oh rafe.” you sigh, also setting your glass down to lean forward and wrap your arms around him. “it means so much to me to hear you say that. i’m sorry too, we both made mistakes.” rafes arms are firmly around your waist, holding you against him. you pull back, going to speak more when rafes lips press against yours. you gasp against his mouth, but he doesn’t let up, continuing to kiss you until you concede and kiss him back.

“please. just let me have you, even just for tonight.” rafe says, running his hand through your hair, his forehead pressing against yours, eyes full of emotion and pleading.

you should say no. this will only complicate things further, but you swallow your pride and nod. you want rafe too bad to miss this opportunity.

rafe stands slowly, hands carefully helping you up like he’s worried if he moves too quickly you’ll back out. 

he leads you up the stairs, and you follow slowly a step behind, keeping your outstretched hands intertwined as he heads past izzys bedroom to his own. you glance around the room, noticing its mostly unchanged from a year ago when you packed up your things and left.

"we'll have to be quiet." you say, closing the door shut behind you. "don't want to wake izzy."

rafe nods, placing his hands on your waist as he connects your lips again, the kiss even more passionate now as he leads you further into the room, towards the bed.

you kiss in between getting undressed, pulling clothes off before reconnecting your lips until you’re both naked. rafe lays you down, draping his body over yours, his cock rubbing against your thigh making you moan, widening your legs, calling for him.

rafe presses against your entrance, pushing inside with ease, like he was meant to be there. you cry out, trying to keep quiet but struggling until rafes mouth is on yours, swallowing your sounds with a kiss as his hips press against yours, cock buried deep in your heat.

“rafe, please.” you claw your fingers down his back, not caring if you scratch him, needing him to move. he grants your command, moving his hips back and then in in a swinging motion, his eyes glossed over with lust.

it reminds you of the night you conceived izzy, it was just like this, rafe moaning on top of you, both trying to keep quiet as ward was sleeping in the room next door. at the flashback, you suddenly push rafe off of you, tears welling up in your eyes.

“baby?” rafe questions, his hands reaching out but not touching, like he’s scared you’ll react even worse.

“what are we doing?” you question, your voice breaking as you sob, feeling regretful and vulnerable as you tug on rafes sheet to wrap it around your naked body.

rafe opens his mouth like hes going to speak, but no words come out.

“what are we doing?” you repeat. “we aren’t kids anymore, we have a daughter, we can’t just hook up. do you know how confusing this all is for her? we are being so dumb and selfish.”

“it’s not selfish to want to give izzy happy parents who are together.” rafe pushes back.

“together? you said just for tonight.” you scrunch your brows, confused.

“i would take tonight if that’s all you were willing to offer me. i was hoping with you staying here, things would… change. and get better.” rafe sighs, reaching out to take your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand.

“so you actually want to try again?” you question, thinking that was out of the question after what happened a year ago.

“anything for you. anything for izzy. i know it’ll be hard, but why don’t we try just for this week? and then see where it takes us from then on?” 

you nod, leaning forward to press your cheek into rafes chest, letting his strong, comforting arms wrap you into a hug, easing you back onto the bed.

“let’s just sleep.” he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “and see how we feel in the morning, waking up next to each other.”

“mmm.” you hum in agreement. 

“but-” rafe pauses “we do need to put our clothes back on so izzy doesn’t walk in on us naked.”

you burst out laughing, eyebrows shooting up when rafe presses his lips against yours, shushing you as to not wake up izzy while also unable being able to hold back a laugh of his own.

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

Idia with bottom incubus reader 🙏

Where it's reader's first time being an incubus and he finally gets to do his job for the first time but he accidentally gets teleported to some random guy (Idia) instead of a woman

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Title: Wrong Turn

Characters: top!Idia x bottom!incubus!reader

Contains: reader is an incubus, virgin Idia, pet names (pretty boy, sweet boy)

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

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All characters are 18+

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"Yes! My first summon! You excitedly flew around the area, watching as the portal slowly opened in the middle of your domain.

Ever since your recent creation, you had been waiting eagerly to be summoned, awaiting to charm a pretty lady. Once the portal's flames flickered to life and stopped growing in size, it was safe to cross. You happily flew into the tear of space, flittering through dimensions.

It was quite easy to navigate. You followed the string of desires, like following a light at the end of a tunnel. It was a quick journey thanks to your speed, and when you popped up from the summoner's ground, you immediately burst into a charasmatic introduction, hand on your chest, posed dramatically.

"Well hello there, dear~ You've done right by summoning me. Trust me when I say that you will have the night of your life. We can go as long as you like, or you can leave all control to me and--"

Once your eyes landed on the summoner, you froze.

Blue hair flickered like a flame, dark stained lips were parted in surprise, and wide, tired yellow eyes were practically glowing against the dim light. There was a controller gripped tightly in trembling hands. Was this...your summoner?

Returning to a more neutral pose, you gazed about the room in silence. This certainly was no woman's room, at least, that you were aware of.

"...Well...This is embarrassing," you sighed out, rubbing the back of your neck. "I must have taken a wrong turn..."

"Wh...What are you?"

That voice... Yeah, this only solidified that you made some sort of error on your way over, but could you really blame yourself? This was your first summon, your first journey! There had to be some leeway, right?

Well...something had to be done. You were here, and you had one of two choices: you could charm this person into a night of passion, or you could wipe his memory and pretend this never happened.

And why waste such a good opportunity?

"Well my friend~" Returning to your more entertaining voice, you hovered over toward the other, a teasing smile already set on your face. "I'm your friendly little incubus~ I'm here to provide you with all the fun you could ever desire~"

He brought up the controller, using it to hide part of his face from your closeness. He was silent for awhile, waiting for you to continue instead.

"By the way your room looks, and..." You gave a small scoff, "by how you look, is it safe to say you haven't had a lick of fun?"

Amidst all the blue, you could see gradients of pink show from the controller barrier. The male's eyes darted away, afraid to now meet yours.

"Yeah, I thought so, but don't worry! That's why I'm here~" With a single finger, you pushed the controller down, revealing his flustered face to you. "If you let me, I can show you what it's like to have all that fun~"

You were surprised to receive an answer.

"O-Only if...I could...um..."

You hummed inquisitively, a finger tracing along his pale jaw before resting under his chin to tilt his head up. "Yes, sweet boy? Use your words."

"I...I want t-to...be the one to...um...p-put it in..." His gaze never met yours.

You fought to surpress a laugh. Really, this skittish little thing wants to put it in? To you, he screamed bottom, but this was his first time, so it was your duty to lead him through it.

"Alright, then~ Why don't we prep up~?"

---

While agreeing to let him put it inside of you, you would be damned if this chihuahua would actually top you. You had him lay on his bed, the male keeping his clothes on, though his pants were unbuttoned and ready. He had his arms over his eyes, shielding himself from your nude form.

"Oh come on now," you teased, crawling over him and lifting one arm up from his head and uncovering part of his face. "You've never even seen a naked body that wasn't your own?"

You could see the pink seep to his neck. God he was so flustered.

"Well...before we get started, can I have the honor of knowing the name I'll be screaming...~?"

His breath hitched in his throat, the response almost forced out. "I-Idia."

"Idia...Alright~ I'm y/n, and it'll be a pleasure to have you fill me~"

Not minding his little flustered reactions, you sat yourself upon his lap, starting off with a simple grinding. It was enough to get Idia to whine out, the friction new and sensitive along his shaft. For you, it was just as pleasing. You felt him harden against you, and it sent chills down your spine. If this was enough to rile you up, then you knew you'd enjoy more.

It didn't take long for him to writhe his hips, his boxers and pants growing tight. His motions only drew more sounds from you, and your impatient self couldn't wait anymore. Sitting up some, you retrieved the hardened cock from its confines, practically drooling at the sight.

"Oh, you're a big boy for a virgin~"

No response, but you would make sure you get one as you positioned the tip against your ass.

"A-Alright, I'm gonna go down, is that o-okay~?"

There was a pause, but Idia nodded his head. You had the clear.

Thanks to your incubus body, taking cocks was actually an easy feat. You didn't need to prep up as much as a human would, and you were thankful for that. Upon sitting yourself to the hilt, your wings spread out in a flutter, your eyes rolling back from the sensation that collided with you.

"F-Fuck~!"

You weren't the only one making sweet sounds, as Idia, whimpered out against how tight you felt, how hot it made his cock feel. "T-Tight..."

"Y-Yeah, tight, isn't it, pretty boy? Does it feel good~?"

This answer didn't take long. In fact, it was almost immediate. "Y-Yes. P-Please, don't stay still."

You quirked a brow at the response. "Y-You sure? You...barely got inside."

While you were more than ready, you wanted your partner to be comfortable while intimate. Idia was, in fact, comfortable. So much so that he gripped onto your hips and thrusted into you, setting off a chain reaction.

You cried out into the air, your back arching as his hips came into contact with your ass. You felt a wave of bliss wash over you as you felt him piston deep inside. Strings of swears fell from your lips as you soon lost your balance and hunched over him, his movements not halting. For a virgin, he was quite excited, unless he actually wasn't a virgin? You weren't sure at this point. All you cared about was what you were summoned for: sexual fun.

"G-God you're so big...~" you moaned into his ear, clutching onto his shoulders. "Q-Quite a shock f-for a guy like you~"

He was silent, taking advantage of this once in a life time situation he had fallen into. As his motions continued, a name was sounded from his mouth, a name that was well known to you as, well, it was your own.

Your cock twitched against you two as you heard your own name muttered from him. You felt yourself already nearing your climax, and you only had your fresh creation to blame.

Coincidentally, Idia was nearing his end. Both your moans pitched in tone as you two came without warning. Your seed coated between you and him, dirtying his shirt as Idia's cum filled you in turn.

You two lay on his bed, chests heaving with every deep breath. You turned your head to give his sweat sheened neck a small kiss, causing him to shudder further. You then leaned up to his ear, a hint of teasing in your voice.

"How about a round two?"

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WHISPER

⤷ KIM DOYOUNG, 8.9k, 2/4 of the Temptation series.

When you were nineteen, you could only dream of meeting Kim Doyoung in his sheets. Behind his back you watched all the movies he starred in, wanting nothing more than to be the one he touched whenever a sex scene came on. So when the opportunity surfaced four years later after you’re casted together in the same movie, you didn’t hesitate to snag it - even if it meant hiding from his wife, your father, and the public. And even if feelings developed.

DIE IN YOUR ARMS

⤷ JEONG JAEHYUN, 22.4k

Every single night before bed, you play your royal husband, Jaehyun, a song on his grandfather's piano as a distraction from the ominous sounds you hear. To the public, you're all smiles, but discreetly, you're a slave to your suspicions. Though it seems the more you pry, the more secrets you start to unravel.

HONEYMOON AVENUE

⤷ JEONG JAEHYUN, 12.3k

A year ago, wedding bells were ringing and you were screaming, “Yes!” at the top of your lungs. Last Christmas, you were supposed to be wed under a mistletoe. This Christmas, company finds you in the form of your ex-fiancé that broke off your engagement after you’re both inconveniently trapped in an elevator.

WHERE ANGELS FEAR TO TREAD

⤷ JEONG JAEHYUN, 14.5k

Three years ago, you had a summer fling with Jung Jaehyun, and what was simply sex turned into more after you caught feelings for him. Then, you find out he has a girlfriend, and decide to call it quits. Three years later, he's back in town, trying to come back in your life, and most importantly trying to come back into your heart, but you're a little hesitant to let him.

WISH I NEVER

⤷ JEONG JAEHYUN, 27.2k

Your brother, Johnny, hates Jaehyun and has never told you why. Although you intend on leaving it alone, unforeseen events thrust you into a forbidden love affair with Jaehyun. In between hookups and stolen kisses, you have to bury your feelings for Jaehyun around your overprotective older brother.

CAN YOU KEEP IT DOWN?

⤷ MARK LEE, 10.4k, 4/4 of the Temptation series

The apartment next door to yours has been vacant for months. No one had gone in or out, not until your new next door neighbor moved in two weeks ago. Mark, a slightly older guy who prides himself on his patience and willpower with a penchant for control. But when you make it clear you’re resolved to wither away the things he values most, Mark decides he’s down for the challenge, determined to put a leash on your unrestrained behavior - and most importantly, finally shut you the hell up.

EX MARKS THE SPOT

⤷ MARK LEE, 19.9k

Two months ago, you and Mark called it quits and haven’t spoken to each other since. As per tradition, your respective friend groups gather each Christmas eve to keep the peace, but this year somebody has a different plan. And the new chick on Mark’s arm isn’t the worst thing to happen.

PRETTY LITTLE WEAPON

⤷ MARK LEE, 25.7k

A lifetime worth of adversity had brought you to Bloodlust. You joined them to escape your history, but with Mark Lee - an undercover narcotics agent with a secret to keep - comes the threat of being forced to confront your past. Old wounds are opened, but scars heal.

CHANGE YOUR MIND YET?

⤷ LEE HAECHAN, 4.6k

You’re going to kill him. You swear, You’re going to kill him. how did Liu Yangyang accidentally tell Lee Donghyuck—your greatest enemy—that you think he’s hot and that you’ve been in a dry spell recently? Now you have to avoid the inevitable confrontation, and worst of all, deal with the most stubborn person alive (who ironically thinks that you’re the most stubborn person alive).

FOREVER YOURS

⤷ LEE HAECHAN, 23k

Thirst for exhilaration and a stupid dare brings you, your boyfriend Haechan, and your friends to the eerie camping grounds of Chimera - the name of a town rumored to be occupied by a number of vengeful, lurking spirits. But nothing is as it seems in this ghost town.

LOVE JONES

⤷ LEE HAECHAN, 25.5k

After breaking off your engagement to your fiance, you move to Los Angeles to pursue a modeling career. There in the fairytale land where stars go to shine you meet Haechan, an aspiring photographer with a penchant for mischief and flirtation.

SMILE FOR THE CAMERA

⤷ LEE HAECHAN, PARK JISUNG, 19.8k

upon accidentally finding a video of you and your boyfriend haechan doing some very sexual things, jisung knows that he shouldn’t watch it. he knows that it would be an extreme invasion of privacy, but he’s unable to control himself when he sees the thumbnail. so he settles for only watching 30 seconds. except, 30 seconds turns into 30 minutes, and by then he’s buried himself too deep into a life-changing situation—or in which jisung’s terrible at keeping secrets.

SUPERMODEL

⤷ LEE HAECHAN, 23k

Five years ago, you left your hometown and ex to recreate your identity in California. Now, you're a staple of the fashion industry and on the front cover of magazines everywhere. Your hard work has paid off, but when you realize that you might be pregnant, you have to decide whether you want to be a full-time model or a full-time mother.

THE DEVIL’S CUP

⤷ LEE HAECHAN, 6.8k

In a world where humans and demons are separated by earth and the unknown, you’re curious about the creatures that most mortal beings are too frightened to investigate. More specifically if they can please you sexually. As they say, curiosity killed the cat.

WHO NEEDS CUPID’S BOW?

⤷ LEE HAECHAN, 11.1k

Cupid is not on your side, it seems. He’s made you fall in love with the worst possible person ever, AKA your best friend, AKA the man who still eats tootsie-pops—willingly. And frankly, it feels like the damn candy has a better chance of dating him than you ever will.

[james-is-here]

This photos of the Aussie's are so freaking adorable and I needed to write something. Chan looks adorable just resting on Felix's shoulder. 🥰 I'm also on a roll with Fluff and have been in a fluffy mood, smut will be posted later. lol, it's 4:20am, I started at 3:50. Honestly thought this took longer to write.

Blogs: @heartbinn

Tags: Tooth rotting fluff it's so cute, Mn says ILY to Chanlix for the first time, Mn deeply loves his Aussie's, rough airport descriptions cause I've never been in one (;-;), it's so fluffy it needs to be mentioned twice. Felix is called Pixie, Nn means nickname, Chan is called Channie.

The departure gate buzzed with the energy of travelers, the anticipation of new adventures looming in the air. Amidst the hustle and bustle, Stray Kids stood together, their camaraderie evident in the easy banter and shared laughter that echoed through the terminal.

Felix had his gaze fixed intently on the screen displaying flight information, Chan standing behind him, watching Felix's movements and muttering a few things which had Felix turn his head to hear the quiet words only to smile softly when he heard words of adoration.

You stood at another station, having just finished getting your ticket and you look up, smiling at Chan leaning on Felix before smiling cutely and waving when you catch Chan's eye, gaining a silent giggle, wide smile, and his adorable dimples. You see Felix possibly ask what he was laughing at and Chan points at you, you do the action again and gain another smile.

You three had formed an inseparable bond since you joined Stray Kids before the Five Star era and your connection deepened with each passing day, eventually they asked if you wanted to be with them and you couldn't believe they both liked you while you've been liking them since Stray Kid's third anniversary. You were also shocked knowing they were actually together.

As Felix navigated the ticketing process with practiced ease, Chan leaned over his shoulder again, a casual gesture that no one would think twice about but you knew Chan was resisting full on cuddling him at the ticket stand. You still stood a few steps away next to Changbin and you couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth at the sight of your boyfriends.

You watched as Chan's eyes scanned the screen, his gaze lingering on Felix's actions with a mixture of fondness and admiration. Judging by how long they've been standing there, Felix was doing Chan's ticket as well, Chan's eyes scanned rapidly at his information.

A smile tugged at you lips as you observed the interaction between the two of them. Despite the chaos when entering the airport and the murmurs of fans keeping their distance, there was a sense of peace that settled over you just seeing the two. You also felt an abundance of love that's been with you since you woke up. You always loved it when they were barefaced and comfy.

Felix's laughter rang out, infectious and genuine, as he tilts his head back and leans it against Chan's for a moment before pulling back. Chan's gentle smile made you smile.

Feeling a sudden impulse, you interrupt Changbin gently, smiling apologetically as you excuse yourself but Changbin knows, he was watching you stare at the aussies the whole time he spoke but he couldn't help but smile at how you looked at the two.

You finally walk over to them, your movements quick but subtle as not to give away your need to be near your boys. As casual as possible, you positioned yourself behind Felix, peaking over his other shoulder, your right hand finding its place on Felix's waist, while your left hand took Chan's and pulled it to hide the sweet connection between you and Felix's back.

The touch was intimate yet innocuous. Felix, engrossed in the task at hand now that Chan wasn't distracting him, was unaware of your approach until he felt the weight and gentle squeeze of your hand against his side. A soft gasp escaped his lips, followed by a smile that lit up his face. Turning his head, he met Mn's gaze with a mixture of surprise and affection.

Chan, ever observant, caught the exchange out of the corner of his eye. A smile played at the corners of his lips as he turned to meet Mn's gaze. There was an unspoken understanding between them, a silent acknowledgment of your affection.

"What're you cuties laughing at?" You murmured quietly enough for them to hear and Chan giggles. "Changbin was talking to you but you looked like you were gonna melt into a puddle staring at us." He replied and you hide further behind the brim of your hat. "Was I thought obvious?" You ask as you lean against Felix's shoulder. "Yeah, just a little. Changbin was smiling though. I think he was amused, actually."

Felix finally stepped back and gave Chan his stuff. "Jeez, that wouldn't have taken so long if someone~ wasn't teasing~ me." Felix smiles at Chan who chuckles softly. "It's fine, I had Jisung distracting me before Minho took him away to get his stuff." You say.

What felt like forever later, away from fans, you all had to wait a short amount of time for your plane. Chan leaned on your shoulder while Felix scrolled on his phone, holding your hand. Occasionally, more like every thirty seconds, you kiss the top of Felix's head and he hums, squeezing your hand and nuzzles the tiniest bit into your shoulder each time.

Of course, on the flight, you got the middle seat and the two sat on either side of you. This time Felix sleeps on your shoulder and Chan is leaning on you. From what you can hear, most of the other boys are sleeping or quietly talking to one another.

"Channie?" He hums, looking up at you, all his attention on you and you smile. "I love you." Chan smiles widely, suddenly wide awake as he lets go of your hand, cradling your face then giving you a firm kiss on your lips as he giggles softly. Your first 'I love you' since beginning to date them and your first kiss with Chan. He pulls back, giddy as ever as he bumps his nose against yours. "You're so cute. I love you, too, Nn."

Your body subconsciously turned when Chan grabbed your face and Felix sits up. "What?" He asked sleepily and you look over to him, laughing softly. "I love you, Pixie." "Pixie?" Felix mumbles before nuzzling into your shoulder, you notice a light blush cover his freckles as he coos but it sounds more like a whine. "Pixie~" He hums, bringing his head back up and you place a gentle kiss on his lips, he eyes are wide open when you pull away, seeming to be fully awake now.

"You-" "I love you..." You smile shyly and Felix squeals quietly, leaning forward to bury his face in your neck while giggling. "I love you, too, Hyung." He mumbles and you feel him smile into your neck.

"Flight attendant." Chan mutters and Felix pulls back but the both of them don't let go of your hands.

When you land and all nine of you are out of the public eye, Chan and Felix are giving you a couple kisses and hugs. The boys are shocked at the new affection but surprisingly are very happy. Being the silly boys they are, they cheer for you guys and you cover your burning face which Minho calls a cherry.

You felt so much love for them that you were absolutely sure with telling them in that moment. A moment that was never forgotten.

[archangeldyke-all]

Hey Angel! First, gotta say a big thank you again for all the amazing Sevika content you bring us! I've only been here a short while and you make me excited every time I go to check for any updates!

I wanted to ask if you have any tips for an aspiring Sev fanfic writer? Your writing has inspired me so much I'm thinking about doing a few things on my own here and there! I've been writing for about 10 years now, but I've never posted anything before. (And even tho I've had my account for a while, I barely know how to actually use Tumblr lol)

omg this is amazing to hear!!! i do have a few tips, but before i give 'em to you, my biggest piece of advice is to have fun!! be goofy, post your silly headcanons, make sevika act ooc if you want-- it's not super serious, we're all just here because we love her, and even if you think something is stupid: if it makes you smile it'll probably make a ton of other people smile too.

sometimes when i hit a block, i like to watch the compilations or edits of her on youtube, or re-read some of my fave fics, or scroll thru fan art of her on tumblr and pinterest-- seeing her in action always inspires me and sparks something inside of me.

when it comes to posting on tumblr, the 'keep reading' function is super helpful when you're posting something longer, and it'll keep your blog easy to navigate. you can insert it just by adding a line break and using the far right icon, it looks like two straight lines with a zig zag line between them. hashtags are super useful too, but make sure you keep them specific to your writing. (like don't tag a sevika x reader fic with the #arcane tag, because then fans who are just looking for show content will stumble upon your stuff-- and that's usually where people who aren't super supportive and pleasant come from lol)

and finally: don't stress the small stuff! i think as writers, we are constantly fighting with the perfectionism demon that makes us want to make everything polished and perfect before we let other people read it. what's always helpful for me is to remember that this is for fun! my writing is for people who love sev just as much as i do-- they're not going to be upset if they catch a typo or grammatical or lore error, they're just happy to be reading content about their fave! (to keep myself from becoming obsessive over the little reqs i do, i usually limit my re-reads to once or twice, and then i just let them be once i post 'em! if i notice a blatant typo, i'll change it, but besides that i usually leave the mistakes so i can get more comfortable with posting mistakes in my writing)

[screechthemighty]

Okay this has basically no (zero) canon backing, so consider this less an analysis of the text and more a thought exercise based off my headcanons. Grain of salt with my interpretation here, etc. etc. But it’s my blog and I’ll cry if I want to SOOOO...

I just have this thought in my head that any post-Ragnarok reconciliation with Sindri and Atreus wouldn’t just have to be about Sindri acknowledging he spoke in anger and Atreus acknowledging that he wasn’t always the best friend. I feel like they’d also have to navigate around the fact The Faye Issue.

Like, think about it. Sindri and Faye were definitely close. In GoW4 he’s ready to throw hands with a guy three times his size to defend her and is visibly saddened by the fact that she’s died. He specifically talks about her with Atreus and how special she was, and (most importantly to my headcanon) mentions he sees a lot of her in Atreus’s eyes. This is the only son of someone he was very close to and that is going to affect the relationship. Unfortunately, I can’t shake the thought that it shaped it for the worse.

Not to like, undercut the sweetness of the found family, and not to imply that Sindri isn’t capable of pushing back when Atreus has a bad idea (he clearly can), but also how much of their bond is over the fact that Sindri is trying to hold onto the last part of Faye that’s left in the world? How hard is it to say “no” to even the shittiest of ideas when it’s coming from someone with her eyes, her smile? How easy is it to give and keep giving to the point where it becomes a powder keg for potential resentment if something goes wrong (AND OH BOY DO THINGS GO WRONG) when doing so makes him feel like he’s doing right by her? So much of how he interacts with Atreus could’ve been colored by grief and loss, and that could definitely also contribute to why their falling out was so extreme (because he hasn’t just lost his brother, the person he primarily blames it for is the last connection he has to his friend and that’s a HUGE betrayal, also the non-zero chance that there’s lingering resentment at Atreus and Kratos for having “stolen” Faye away from him long before this...lot to potentially unpack here is what I’m getting at).

You can’t really FAULT Atreus for...less taking advantage, more not questioning the dynamic there. Like, he’s fifteen, he considers them family, I’m sure given the opportunity he’d be offering Sindri a place to crash and all the protection he could ever need in this world; he just hasn’t had the chance to express that, leading to the imbalance. And you definitely can’t fault him for the possibility that Sindri considers him an extension of his mother and not his own person. That’s not his fault. But both of these factors do color the relationship so that’d have to be addressed so they can both be mindful of it.

Sindri learning to care for Atreus has his own person and not just an extension of Faye is the tl;dr of this I guess.

[yourghostwrotethis]

Fic Recs #2

I've already made one of these which you can find here, or check out my #fic rec tag.

All of these are pre-S2.

Read until the end!

Endless Night (T)

by AppleSeeds

Spending Halloween in an old cottage with his housemates, university student Crowley finds himself trapped in a time loop that repeats every four hours, with only the spirit of Anathema's dead witchy ancestor to help guide him. Agnes believes the time loop has been triggered by Crowley's own thoughts, and that the only way to break it is to ensure that Aziraphale, who Crowley is completely infatuated with, actually enjoys himself. Despite how flustered he gets every time he even looks at Aziraphale, Crowley does everything he can to try to make that happen. But no matter what he tries, things keep going wrong.

Words: 31843 (Complete)

I'm not usually a fan of time loops, but this one is so sweet! Crowley gets to grow and be his best self here, and it's wonderful to see. The fluff is so cute!! And the ending is so happy. Aziraphale and Crowley are both so sweet, it just makes me smile so much :)

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Fledging (M)

by FeralTuxedo (on Tumblr @feraltuxedo)

Cool Dad was at the school gate again. Clambering out of his ridiculous sports car like a great big spider, all black denim and designer sunglasses. What a prat. He made his way towards the entrance, followed by his equally lanky son. All the mums' eyes were on him. Which was fine. At least they weren't staring at Aziraphale for a change. Cool Dad high-fived his son goodbye, because of course he did, then sauntered back to his car. Making it look so bloody easy. Aziraphale Fell is much too young to be looking after eleven-year old Pepper. He barely has his life together as it is, with his minimum-wage job and a half-baked dream of trading rare books for a living. And as if adopting a recently bereaved pre-teen isn’t enough, there are some rather more adult problems to navigate: playground politics, the shadows of his own childhood, and the growing question of how Crowley, the only other dad at the school gate, feels about him. A human AU/kid fic.

Words: 53381 (Complete)

This fic is so cool. It goes to some really deep places while also exploring multi-level and complex relationships. There's an honest discussion about boundaries and grief and trying, and it's all mixed up with fantastic moments slotted in perfectly. This fic feels like a representation of reality in a way, because it's not afraid to talk about subjects that affect us all.

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[SERIES] In Which a Bentley and/or a Bookshop are Sentient (G)

by AnonymousDandelion and DandelionDrabbles (AnonymousDandelion) (@anonymousdandelion )

Series title says it all. Each work can be read alone, and is connected to the others only through their shared sentient headcanons.

Works: 5 (Ongoing)

Total words: 5543

These are such cute drabbles! They're so nice and funny to read. I truly believe that they can cheer anyone up if they're having a bad day, they're super snarky and funny and fluffy. (Also, it's no secret that I love the Bentley an unreasonable amount, so her having a voice delights me.)

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muddle through somehow (T)

by curtaincall (@fremulon)

Aziraphale Fell runs a successful food blog, Celestial Comestibles, where he shares mouthwatering recipes and heartwarming stories about his happy domestic life in a cottage with his husband and son. As promotion for his upcoming cookbook, his publishers run a contest: one lucky winner will get to spend Christmas with Aziraphale and his family. What the publishers don't know is that the real Aziraphale Fell is a single city-dweller. And if he wants to keep up his happily married persona, he'll have to acquire a cottage, husband, and son before Christmas. As it happens, his friend and neighbor Anthony Crowley has his nephew staying with him for the holidays. One fake marriage proposal later, and everything seems tickety-boo--as long as Aziraphale can keep from developing inconveniently real feelings for his pretend husband...

Words: 27030 (Complete)

You guessed it, it's another fake relationship AU. But they grow in such a beautiful way I'm not sure it can even count as such. There's definitely development and some less pleasant interactions still present, but they all contribute to making this fic memorable.

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it's a new craze (T)

by attheborder (@areyougonnabe)

CROWLEY: I try not to make a habit of gratitude, but I must give our appreciation to everyone out there who’s been listening and subscribing to The Ineffable Plan. AZIRAPHALE: Ooh, yes, we’ve become quite popular, haven’t we? CROWLEY: Yeah, just hit number eight on the advice charts … No advertising at all. AZIRAPHALE: Mm. How … miraculous. CROWLEY: … Aziraphale. You did not. *** Crowley and Aziraphale are very possibly the people least qualified, on the entire planet, to start up an advice podcast. But what else is there to do when the world isn’t ending anytime soon, you’re technically on indefinite sabbatical from your lifelong careers, and you need a plausible excuse to spend more time with your best friend who you’re definitely not, absolutely not, maybe just a little, actually maybe overwhelmingly in love with?

Words: 5541 (Complete)

This is so sweet and funny. I love fics in an "unconventional" format (read: social media AUs) and this is no exception.* One of the few non-human AUs I really like, this is a gift to fandom. It's hilarious and stuffed with references that are a joy to see.

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And finally, to complete this list...

Snow Angel (T)

by Vagabond (@waffleironbiddingwar)

Human!AU. Aziraphale needs a date to his brother's Christmas party to avoid getting set up with someone. Anathema suggests Crowley, the office bad boy. They go, get snowed in, and have a heart-to-heart that ends in a Happy Christmas. From a prompt: Human!AU: Aziraphale needs a date for family Christmas. He invites the office rebel/bad boy, Crowley.

Words: 14372 (Complete)

This is one of my favourite fics. It's so cute and sweet and awkward, and just overall a pleasure to read and to reread. I love fake dating and this does a wonderful job of it. It's one of the stories always capable of making me smile. Read it! :)

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*if you like A:TLA and more specifically Zutara, I can't recommend blue ticks, red hearts enough

[dreaminlittlenightmares]

The Master List and Other News

I’ve done it, guys!

DreaminLittleNightmares Master List is up and ready!

All prompts and asks should be listed and linked. I have things categorizes by characters, groups, themes, and shorts. If you’re looking for something specific like “Bullies” or “Adults Worst Date”, use CTRL+F or CMD+F (if on Mac) to find stuff. Hopefully, things should be easy to find and easy to navigate~

Now, for some sadder news...

I think this blog is coming to a close, and this is mainly from two reasons.

One, asks have slowed down. You probably have noticed that when I posted the “As It Should” short fic and the lull this week. Everything has been answered and nothing is in the queue. The Ask box is listed as “Closed”, but it’s a soft close. I’m always up for answering everyone’s creative asks/prompts~ The function still works, but I probably wouldn’t get to them unless I have about 3 or 5 lined up.

The second one is my time. I’ve invested in drawing a on a very, very long and sad comic. While I’m always up to answer an ask, I’m usually too tired to get to it. With the queue empty and my diligence to get to things in a timely manner, I know that will led to a faster burnout. I don’t like to keep people waiting, and I’d much rather asks/prompts be answered with intrigue than as a chore.

So, while the blog isn’t officially closed, I don’t think things will be as active at once was. I’m happy and thankful for everyone that has sent in something in past. I’m grateful that I was given the chance to provide some Little Nightmares content to everyone. I still can’t believe you guys enjoy the silly and sad shorts I’ve written. I read the reblogged tags and smile~ It has really made me more confident in my writing abilities. Now, if I can just proofread everything before posting :’D

Nevertheless, thank you LN community and more for sticking around for this long! I’ll see you guys sooner or later

-the Mysterious Mod that STILL Forgot to Name Themself (though, you can probably guess who runs it!)

[masivechaos]

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#5

regulus black x fem! reader

prompt: goodnight kisses (from this prompt list @creativepromptfills)

warnings: pure fluff!!

word count: 0.6k

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You closed your eyes, lulled by the quiet sound of Regulus' breaths and he hugged you closer

You were tucked under a warm blanket, Regulus' arms around your waist, your back pressed against his chest. He dropped a tender kiss on your hair, he was almost asleep.

It was almost 11pm and you both had an exhausting day, you just wanted to find each other but the fatigue took over and you just ate and took a shower before going to bed. 

You heard Regulus humming contently when you nestled closer to him, you permeate of all his warmth in the cold autumn weather you loved so much.

You turned around and smiled as you saw his relaxed face, it was rare to see him like this and you couldn't get enough.

"You're so pretty" you whispered so low you thought he didn’t hear. But you knew he did because his lips tugged up slightly, almost invisibly. 

"Admiring me?" he said quietly, voice raspy in your ears, his eyes still closed and your smile widened. You knew which game he was playing, he couldn't open his eyes or it meant he lost. 

The first time he did this was at the beginning of your relationship, he hated to seem vulnerable so he would close his eyes and avoid his tinted cheeks. And it now was a game, you had to fluster him until he opened his eyes. 

But tonight he was so tired, it will be an easy win. You first kissed his jaw, it was definitely your favourite part of his face if it wasn't for his deep grey eyes, or his plump pink lips, or his perfect nose you liked to kiss so much. You liked pretty much everything about his face. 

You brought your hand to his cheek "Absolutely my lovely boy" You knew he couldn't keep fighting when you called him like this. 

He chuckled "You're cheating" he said playfully. He chased for your lips and finally kissed them softly. 

Your nights with him were maybe your favourite moments. It was just you and him and no one else. Most of the time the world was asleep because you both liked to go to bed late. 

"You loser didn't even try to resist" you smirked and he let out a snort. He pecked your lips again.

"You have to much effect on me, darling. Can’t help it" he mouthed and you felt your cheeks heating up and giggled to ignore the feeling. 

You kissed him back, tenderly. He kissed you again, softly. 

You let your head fall deeper in the pillow, sleep calling for you and your all sore for the day muscles. In this new position, Regulus had more access to your neck, that he kissed. "You're so gorgeous" he said naturally, like it was the most obvious thing to him, maybe because it was.

Regulus let out a laugh when you didn't answer anything, maybe he won the flustered game.

He kissed your temple and rested his lips there without moving. 

You both stayed like this, enjoying each other's presence in silence. You felt yourself starting to drift off to sleep. 

"Goodnight Reggie" you mumbled sleepily. You felt Regulus placing a wild strand of hair behind your ear.

You heard Regulus whispering "Sleep well darling" before you fell asleep.

It was surely the best way to fall asleep. The last image you saw was your boyfriend's smile on his lovely smile. The last sound you heard was his relaxing voice. The last thing you touch was his hands on your cold skin.

You couldn’t be calmer than next to him

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about muse, updated dec. 31, 2022

i. basic info

ii. personality

iii. appearance

iv. relationships

v. health

vi. background

basic info

name

-> kain fuery

aka

-> “kate” (code name), “the pawn” (metaphorical coded name, unknown to him)

gender / pronouns

-> male / he/him/his, though he wouldn’t careif others were used

age

-> 23 (main), 25-26 (post-series)

orientation

-> somewhere on the ace spectrum

personality

description

-> at his best, he’s altruistic, friendly, intuitive, and gentle. he doesn’t always understand people, but he has a genuine and fierce love for those around him. kain very much wears his heart on his sleeve and it’s usually not hard to tell what he’s feeling, though don’t expect him to spill his worries or problems very easily.

-> at his worst, he overthinks everything. he’s extremely harsh in his self-criticism and doesn’t believe he is worth anything more than his output. it is difficult to convince him that he’s cared for and valued, and he has a hard time asking for help.

appearance

facial features

-> he has a permanent baby face and is often mistaken to be several years younger than he is.

eyes

-> they’re dark (color varies, though my iteration of kain has grey eyes), big, expressive, and definitely require glasses.

hair

-> jet black and kept short + out of his face

height

-> 5’2” tall. doesn’t help the baby face for sure.

scars

-> no notable scarring in his main timeline.

typical clothing

-> he’s a huge fan of loose, comfortable clothes when he’s not in uniform. he doesn’t typically wear a lot of dark colors, either.

relationships

parents

-> he’s cut off both of his parents. this happened after he ran away at 16.

friends

-> roy mustang: his commanding officer and the person he is most loyal to. insulting mustang is more offensive than an insult to him directly. he does end up committing crimes to further this man’s agenda and he would absolutely do it again.

-> his unit: he would walk through hell twenty thousand times if they asked him to or needed him to. he’s not entirely certain that they care for him in return, but he believes that they’re good people worthy of his help and time.

-> his own subordinates: while they aren’t as close to him, kain does take time to be good to them and attempt to guide them to the right paths. rather than being distant and gruff like he has the option to, he prefers to lead through example. he is absolutely devastated by the loss of some of them in fotset and feels immense guilt + personal responsibility over it.

enemies

-> the amestrian military as a system and structure: he doesn’t like oppressive governments that much and actively plans to commit treason/helps to commit treason when the time comes for it.

-> the homunculi: he's not too knowledgeable on them, but they're part of the oppressive government, so he's on board the hate train

health

physical health

-> he’s mostly physically healthy, able to do everything the military requires him to do. however, he is prone to overuse injuries due to his job as a communications officer.

mental health

-> terrible. catastrophically bad. the only good thing here is his high self-efficacy, but even that feeds into his abysmally low self-esteem and his almost self-destructive perfectionism. it’s about ten times worse post-series due to the development of incapacitating PTSD and a guilt complex the size of the country.

background

place of birth

-> central city, amestris

birthday

-> february 23, 1891

age 0 - 5 (early childhood)

-> he was born to parents who did not want a child for the right reasons. they had kain less out of a sense of actually wanting him, but moreso out of a sense of societal obligation and to have someone to pass their business along to. he is made well-aware of this fact in childhood, as he’s often left in the care of people other than his parents.

age 6 - 12 (late childhood)

-> he discovers his fascination with technology, phones, radios, and everything else he can get his tiny little hands on. he learns to take it all apart, put it back together, and sometimes (around age eleven) turn it into something else entirely. his parents harshly criticise him for his “odd” field of interest, but he tries to pay them no mind. at least he’s getting their attention, right?

age 13 - 17 (teenage years)

-> same thing as before up until he’s sixteen. he gets into an argument with his father that ends up a screaming match, then decides to leave. he packs up his things and cuts all ties, not looking back even once.

age 18+ (adulthood)

-> without many other options, he enlists in the military. depending on when you ask him, he feels it a terrible mistake… until two weeks before he turns twenty, when he’s recruited by roy mustang to be a part of that team. it doesn’t take kain very long to decide he likes these weirdos and that they are the kindest bunch he’s met thus far. with a bit of restored faith in humanity, he vows to himself to be loyal to them unless they stray from their path.

-> and then the shit hits the fan a few years later. roy metaphorically flies too close to the sun, and kain’s sent away to south command without much ability to contact his friends. unfortunately for him, he’s too good at his job and is promptly sent to deal with communications-related issues on the front lines of the border war with aerugo in the town of fotset. he eventually abandons his post to go help commit treason. yay treason! :)

[iliacvelho]

Faith: Navigating Uncertainty with Love and Courage to Live The Dream Life Welcome. How are you?Have you ever had a moment of complete blindness about the next step? The next page… Actually, it’s more like finishing a book and not knowing what the next book is about. I know the title, but I have no idea what it is about.The first name I had after I closed the book was “Insecurity.”We asked for it; we want to be out of our comfort zone. However, when it happens, “Oh boy!” It is wild. Our mind is like a drunk person on a mechanical bull, going everywhere, feeling in danger, but actually, you are okay. (I hope so; let’s pretend and go from here.)Here we are back to the subject of Faith. As I said, I asked for this moment. I was unhappy at a certain point in my life and wanted to close that chapter. I received this as a miracle, beautiful and unexpected. Before it happened, I said to my Higher Self (Angel, Guide, Master…): I am ready for it, I am sure of My power through You, and I won’t lose it.I felt great, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t fear the moment. I knew it was just my mind. My heart was calm, at peace, completely aware of the importance of this moment. However, I questioned myself. Am I sure, or do I just believe in My Power?As we talked about before, Faith is certainty, belief is trust, but gives space to doubt. You can read more in this link:LINKPeople say that courage is beside the fear, keep going. But Faith is harder than that. It is doing something with no tangible material proof that it will work. Start a company in the garage (Apple), write a book (J.K. Rowling), start a channel, write a blog… Faith is completely losing your ego, because it is not about you. It is about The Great Love, it is you understanding that You are The Universe acting in love. You can act without realizing it, but if you realize it, you will witness one of two things: The Universe working for you after (during) you working on Love (on It). The pain of nothing if you give up. When you are conscious, you can place the demerit on others or on an external situation. You will know because you saw that you gave up, and until you try again, the Universe won’t be able to help you again. Not because It is mean, but because It sees through actions of love. You act on love, and you appear on Its screen; if you don’t act in love, It can’t see you.In other words, if you work where your heart isn’t, It can’t see you. (Please, I went through this, and I know it is not easy to leave because we have to pay the bills, but if you ask your Spiritual support to help you move to where and what you love, it is enough to receive this help, be open and have faith. That is enough.) If you are in a relationship, and you don’t feel pure love, that one you don’t need to ask for or give freely, happiness and serendipity won’t be able to arrive and stay. (You don’t need to change the partner, but change the way you see love.)So, how can we live inside Love?Know what you love. What makes you smile, you know that silly smile. What can you do for hours?Ask for what you desire (what comes from your heart), not what you think you need. This is a consequence. (But he answered and said, It is written, Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God. Matthew 4:4). If you have no idea, but in your heart you want to know this desire, this passion, your path, ask for it: “I ask You to help me know what Love is for me.” It will listen to you and answer you!Have Faith. We are here to honor our greater essence. To honor God, you must be It. To be God, you must understand and feel the certainty of being all the opportunities. If you think it is not possible, you are honoring the god that can’t do much (whatever it is).Jump. (Even if you ask Spirit to push you, no problem, but want the fall because you have Faith).If you fear, ask for a hug from the Universe. Ask It to let you cry and say and know in your heart, “I am sure of Your power, but my human mind needs this moment of fear.” Cry, feel bad for a moment. But be sure this is a second inside of a life living inside God’s love.Remember, being weak is pretending to know everything and pretending to be fine when you are lost.Allow yourself to be honest with yourself, with your Higher Self that is Divine. Choose Love every day. If someone, or your mind, says it is cliché, say: It may be, but I never heard that the truth cannot be cliché. And choose love!See you soon.I.C. Velho

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A HUSBAND'S DUTY | A.B.

Pairing: husband!anthony bridgerton x wife!reader

Word count: 1.6k words

Warnings: injury, little blood, getting stitches, anthony being an idiot, fem pronouns

Summary: after a little accident in town left you in need of some comfort while getting stitches, anthony fears he may be developing feelings for his wife

A/n: this was actually my very first anthony fic so go easy on me lol

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Anthony was admittedly concerned as he walked into the Bridgerton home, he had received a rather vague letter demanding his return but no more than that, though the cart of the physician that stood idle in front of the front door did not instill him with much relief.

"Whatever is the matter?” He demanded from the youngest Bridgerton brother, Colin looking no more in the know than he was, but a loud cry soon followed the silence and Anthony’s heart sank, though the voice it belonged to had been a rather new addition to his setting, he’d still recognize it without any prompt at all. “Is Y/n hurt?” Anthony added, now more alarmed than he was when he came in and Colin offered him a careful nod, hands reaching for his shoulders to keep him in place when he dared to take off towards you.

“There was a minor accident in town, Y/n tripped on her way into the carriage and managed to cut herself on the wheel,” he explained with an almost calming tone, knowing that despite the practically transparent charade Anthony enacted, there was no denying that the viscount cared deeply for his wife. “It is not as awful as her shouts make it appear, merely a few stitches to her arm, though she seems remarkably unfond of the needle, that is all.”

Anthony considered the words carefully, somewhat relieved that the injury was not as dreadful as the thousands of scenes his mind presented him at your first cry, but he was still uneasy. There was an unreasonable feeling biting at his stomach, it begged him to go to you, be there for you and he’d half the heart to pay it no mind but he was not sure he had enough restraint to do so.

“Eloise and Benedict are at her side, brother, you need not fret,” Colin began, a door creaking upstairs, footsteps fleeing down the hall, and with the bedroom now open to eager ears, he heard your voice even clearer than before, his name being the only thing to truly filter through as you begged for your husband to be brought to you and it was that shrill demand that had something in his chest snap. Colin sighed as he took hold of his brother’s top hat, watching the man strut up the stairs with determination.

“Please, no more,” you cried with your bloodied arm held tightly in place by Benedict, Eloise sat next to you on the bed as you shook your head in objection, resembling that of a child refusing to go to bed and were it not for the circumstance, Anthony would have taken a moment to take note of it, yet he cleared his throat instead. Your eyes found his in an instant, new tears, now of relief, cascading down your cheeks as your husband shrugged off his coat and shoes.

“Thank heavens,” Benedict sighed, carefully releasing your arm from his grip, a silent nod telling Eloise to follow him as he decided to leave you in the capable hands of his brother. “I wish you good luck, brother,” he mused as he patted Anthony’s shoulder, sparing you a sympathetic smile as he did. “She is intent on refusing help,” he added, and the siblings retreated to their own rooms.

“Anthony,” you breathed as he made his way towards you, nodding to greet the physician before climbing onto the bed with you.

“My love,” he cooed, sparing a glance at the worrying cut that traveled along your skin, an irritated wound if he had ever seen one, your squirming doing quite well in aiding the cause. “Have I not told you to be more careful with that spiteful step?” he reprimanded in the same soft tone, brows furrowed in concern as he moved his body behind yours, assuring a tight hold on you as your back rested against his chest.

“You have,” you agreed, nuzzling into his neck as careful hands rubbed at your waist to calm you down. “Please, tell them that there is no need for all this fuss,” you insisted and knew you would not get your way when he tutted lowly, kissing your forehead as you looked up at him with large eyes, a look he had never seen before, though that was but one of many new gestures you had shared within a few moments.

“I believe that despite your fighting, you are nearly free of this torture, merely a few more seconds, and then I shall ensure you never have to see the poor man again,” he bargained, and had you been of sound mind, you would have reprimanded him for attempting to manage your emotions, though you could not deny the serenity you found in his arms- what seemed utterly terrifying a second ago, was now but an uncomfortable excuse to be closer to him than ever before.

“Will you stay?” you sighed with a soft pout, allowing your head to fall further into the crook of his neck to better your view of his handsome face, one that was now adorned with a caring smile that you were sure he had conjured only for you.

“Until the very end, dearest,” he promised with a gentle shrug and you took a second before nodding, closing your eyes in preparation for the prick of the needle, breathing in Anthony’s cologne instead, feeling the soft material of his shirt against your cheek, the almost non-existent strokes of his thumbs against your sides, you were sure that if Benedict or Eloise could see you now they would think you mad. You thought yourself quite mad as well, finding so much solace, so much peace in a man who had married you while promising none, yet he held you so tightly, kept you so close, you felt as though you might shatter once he released you back into a world without his embrace.

You were unsure how long you had allowed yourself to be lost in Anthony before your stitches had been finished, the gentle tone of his voice bidding the old man goodbye summoning you back to your bedroom as you felt a flustered blush creep over your cheeks, gentle eyes looking down at you to ensure that you were in fact alright.

“I should apologize to your siblings,” you noted, daringly leaning further into him as he laughed softly, moving his hands to accommodate your shifting body as one arm cradled your back to keep you against his chest while the other dragged nimble fingers over the cloth that hid your closed wound. “I fear I may have acted fairly out of character.”

“You have,” he agreed and raised a brow when you avoided his gaze, looking down at your own hands as they laid in your lap. “Though, I do not believe any harm was done. In fact, now that my mind has cleared of worry, I can appreciate the terror on their faces upon my arrival.”

“You were worried about me?”

“Terribly. I cannot say that I remember ever experiencing worry quite like it,” he admitted and you felt your fingers entwining with his, you half expected him to pull away, return to the man you had known in the months after your wedding, the one who insisted on boundaries and distance, the one who insisted on pretending he was cold when he was truly just a man terrified to allow love into his life when it could so easily be stolen from him. “If I had any say in the matter, I would wish not to experience it again.”

“I am sorry for worrying you,” you nearly whispered, and he shook his head, smiling down at you as he regained your attention. “I did not know that Benedict had sent for you until I saw you standing at the door, and at the time I was far too relieved to see you to think of anything else.”

“You need not apologize, my love, is it not a husband’s duty to worry about his wife?” he teased, and it was though he achieved something marvelous when a smile sifted onto your lips as well, he knew he had matters to tend to, the day still long as he took note of tasks left abandoned when he came here, though he could not bring himself to leave you after the little ordeal. “How would you like to accompany me to some meetings in town?” he asked before he could stop himself and your face flooded with shock. “I am to finish up for the day and it would give me much more peace of mind if you were with me.”

“I would love to,” you squealed, knowing you ought to be hiding your excitement at such a simple request, but your moments together had left you drowning in greed, you would delight in whatever opportunity that held his presence as a promise. “I shall change first,” you giggled, smiling at him before he guided you out of his arms and onto the floor, watching you as you padded towards the bathroom.

“How fair the wounded bird?” Benedict teased as he stilled in the doorway, leaned up against the doorframe as he took a bite from his apple, brow raised at his brother who looked only at the closed door you had just disappeared into. “Anthony?”

“Something horrible is happening, Benedict,” he breathed, shaking his head as he met his brother’s gaze. “I believe that I am falling in love with my wife.”

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druig x gn!reincarnated!reader “promises kept”

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@: i love your first fic of druig for someone who hadn't watched it, it was so good omfgrjeh since you are open for requests and your writing is amazing, why not? im just going to keep it simple, can you write a druig fic where he meets the reader in 18th century (like 1800s 1899s yknow) and bc they're a mortal, they died of old age and then reincarnated once again and is now one of kingo's producer in his bollywood movie ya knoww, i'll message u extra details if u want to! i hope this is good enough!

notes: i absolutely love this idea! thank you so much for suggesting this!! it's much easier for me to write this without not necessarily linking it to the movie itself bc ofc i haven't watched it yet, writing this was really fun please enjoy! <3 should i make a part two???? *wink*

summary: promises are never easy to keep, but for a mortal who had the biggest impact in druig's life, he is ready to keep it for as long as he can, millennium or eon, or forever.

warnings / contains: kinda angst, mentions of death, canon typical violence, druig is devoted to you, might be ooc and inaccurate because i haven't watched the movie, calculation of dates may be inaccurate because i suck at math, english is not my first language so errors ahead!!!

pairing: druig x gender neutral!reincarnated!reader

word count: 2273 words, approximately 7 minute read.

circa 1872

no matter how the eternal tried to ignore your question of what will happen to him after you, a mortal, dies... everything was destined to happen, he can never stop it and a mortal like you will never be able to live as long as him...

meeting you wasn't the most beautiful moment, but at the same time it was, well... more on the good side.

you're a seamstress working day and night on your simple tailor shop, where you had to put food on your table yourself, it was hard but you enjoyed and got used to it over the years

the first time he walked into your shop is when he had asked for a cheap ready-made clothing, he looked like he needed it badly, surprisingly enough he wasn't arrogant, or annoying or anything, for once there was a decent person for you to offer your humble service.

you were weak on your knees while you measure his size and length and all of that, and you were flustered by the amount of attention that he was giving you, stares that you could feel anywhere without actually seeing them

you got his measurements wrong... stupid you, but instead of getting annoyed just like how other people would react, he simply gave you a small smile and brushed it off, reassuring you that it was completely fine and while stopping you from apologising for the hundredth time

after that, you didn't expected him to visit you more often... he'd buy everything to the point where your shop would be empty and he couldn't find another reason for visiting, it was funny, yet cute

and for once, you didn't had to live doing the same old thing over and over again, with nothing ahead or waiting for you, for once you had a reason to smile and to be happy about... for once you found something worth living for

you'd always wait for his voice to call your name, a simple hum and you'll know that it is him, almost everyday, different weather, different people going by to eat, but he'd have the same smile,

"y/n..."

"my sweet y/n..."

"dearest..."

tightly tailored coats and trousers, high-necked and long-sleeved, covering throat and wrists, generally plain and black is what he'd usually wear and you memorised most of them because he's always with you,

druig always looked ravishing that's for sure

"i've only decided to visit your shop when i saw you by the window, i never really needed anything but well... look at me now, looking a lot more better with your clothes"

that bold statement made you blush furiously, you never really felt like you were the prettiest, especially while looking stressed at work, you never had the greatest credentials,

but the way he said it made you feel like you were the best there is... he made you feel great about yourself.

"flustered are we, love?" druig teased.

that's when you knew that you were in love and it's the same for him...

living in the world for thousands of years had made him bored and yearning for something new (he's not going to talk to any of the eternals... they're kind of annoying)

druig already saw and had been through a lot, deaths and creations of life, destruction and recoveries, mortals conquering every land they could ever see,

the world wars and how men would go crazy over the possession of anything and everything

he had slept on many suns and many moons, he'd seen a mere plant turn into sheltering tree's he'd rest on as another millennium past by

out of all the mortals that he met, it's pretty obvious that you were the most unique... he doesn't know why but it just does... weird and confusing, but it is what it is, and you are the most beautiful thing alive...

you were never really in trouble, and if you were he would always help.

one time you were in an alleyway when thiefs decided to take your belongings, you stood no chance to them, they were a lot, probably a gang of sorts, but it was a different case for druig,

they were like mindless zombies, druig's eyes were glowing a luminous mix of white and yellow, staring at them, projecting motions as if he was controlling them, and as soon as you could ever move a muscle, they killed each other and blood painted the old walls around you

tears were trickling down your cheeks.

"what are... you?"

you never saw anything like this, it was crazy, chaotic, almost unbelievable, but it was right in front of you and druig is not inferior enough to fool you like that.

druig simply looked at you in a gloomy expression, he hesitated to answer

"i... i am no human" he was not afraid, but hesitant to speak

you ran away, and he couldn't blame you, he's glad he get to keep you out of danger.

don't interrupt with human affair? fuck that.

it didn't took long for him to come for you.

he knocked at the door of your house but you weren't as shocked as you were last time...

you had thought of the idea of... witches? wizards? extraterrestrial creatures... they never seemed impossible, and once again, druig never really looked that ordinary, there's like a thing that is surrounding him, an aura of some sort that is a lot more distinct than a normal... human

you opened it without hesitation, for the first time in a few weeks you get to see him again, and he greeted you with a small hug to ease the tension.

"i am ready to listen..." you hesitated, druig gave you a surprised look, everything is extremely bizzare, too much for a human's brain, he wouldn't hurt you... right? if he did he would've done it already...

turns out he is something far from a human, a being sent to earth to protect mankind from evil beings, he was protecting people without needing any gratitude... and you admired that

druig kissed you beneath a tree that he watched growing...

years had passed but druig still loves you just the same...

both settling to a simple house with a few cats here and there because you loved those, you weren't the one who gave the idea but he was too observant to know that you really do love cats,

druig showed up with 6 litter of cats after you got home from work, you remember squealing in excitement

he'd sometime stitch clothes with you for the cats every winter, it was really funny, even if he was a perfect being he couldn't stitch a proper seam line and you would scold him for that sometimes

you really couldn't ask for more, everything you wanted and needed is here.

you'd stand in front of a mirror every day, looking at your reflection with your hands touching your skin, wrinkles were starting to appear on your face,

for him you look just the same, the ring he gave you would shine and equal your glowing beauty

the eternal would always stand behind and wrap his arms around you, "i'm getting old" you'd always say, "what happens after i die?"

he would never answer that question, he'd kiss your temples instead to reassure you. "i'll be here with you..."

would he really be there for you?

1931

druig was right, now at 85, weak and unable to move no longer, hospitalised in your bed, and... old, he's sitting beside you, holding your hand as gentle as he could, staring at the ring he gave you a few years ago... with filigree and delicate engraving of shiny gold and silver

"you're still here..." you murmured.

he nods slowly.

"i'd fear that this time would come" you looked at him in the eye

"you would always avoid the question of what happens after this, and now that i'll be gone—"

"i'll be here and i will stay forever." druig stated, letting out shallow breaths you attempted a smile, "thank you for giving me the best life there is..." you replied

you weren't afraid to take your last breath, looking at the man that you had loved for all those years was enough, you know that you are truly loved, "still as charming as ever..." you whispered your very last words, and he chuckles at that bittersweet good bye.

"i will love you forever... i promise"

for the first time, he cried, druig was glad you didn't get to see him mourning over you.

"if you ever come back... i will find you..." he whispered to himself, having to know that you are not breathing anymore,

losing someone was never this painful.

but just as he promised, he'll love you forever, and to never find anyone else but you and you alone.

2024

the other eternals are irritating, centuries had past and they still are,

they had visited his secretive abode with no signs of informing him about their visit and they took him by surprise... by how irritating they could be

of course crazy things happened after that, danger is something that the eternals can never get out of,

the ground roared like the dark angry sea and so did he, yet again his peace has been destroyed by his responsibility, ready to envelop and drown him but there is nothing to suffocate him but himself,

the dark corners of his mind lurks a pitch black abyss, a cave, a ferocious mouth forming silent screams of agony, there is nothing else in his mind but you, and you, and you

93 years and you're still there... on what seemed to be his void of a heart.

you had always lingered around him like a dark shadow, you were there but you weren't, and druig was always longing for you, to feel your touch, and see your small and witness everything great about you,

he misses you, he hates how he is feeling this way...

druig wanted to make a new beginning, but he can never, ever excel without you by his side

speaking of the irritating nuisances, they dragged him back to where kingo was staying, annoying him in the process for being as boisterous as ever,

the man only bragged about directing some films because he was being called a 'movie star' it wasn't a compliment, or an insult.

now they're on a filming set, filming 'the legend of ikaris' or whatever it's called (it wasn't the poor clueless eternal's idea) instead of trying to help stop whatever is about to happen, and they have, what? only a week...

druig never bothered to look around that much, all he knows is that there were a lot of cameras of some sort and a lot of people,

he felt so naked, druig was never with this much of a crowd... he just wants to go home and sleep, even if he doesn't really close his eyes to rest but to think about you, fantasizing about seeing you again.

"ahhh! my amazing producer! how has it been?" druig glanced at the sight of kingo talking to a person carrying a clapper board and a whole ton of fabric, and they were struggling

"it's been a week... where have you been?" they asked in an annoyed tone... well that made druig intrigued, not only do they have a lot of patience to deal with the eternal but their voice was familiar... too familiar for him and he didn't quite understand why.

"i took a vacation!" the 'actor' said in an enthusiastic tone. "vacation? in the middle of filming?!" they shouted at him, "i think it's fine! you're doing quite well without me!"

"YOU'RE THE MAIN CHARACTER."

that caught everyone off guard... the person didn't yelled those words but it was quite funny... it lacks octaves but the way they said it made it look like they were dying inside and is already yelling at kingo in their mind

"i changed some things on the script" they stated.

"i hope you didn't removed any of... ikaris's greatness" glancing at ikaris himself.

"..." they just stared at him.

kingo laughed it off, "well... since i know that you adore the story, i thought about introducing you to the inspiration of the film itself"

how beautiful yet, tragic it can be...

druig wished they glanced at him sooner, he wished he could get a good look at them... he wished he got to admire you long enough...

different clothes, different style of clothing, different hair style, mannerisms, but the same smile, the same ethereal beauty... the same delicate being

"and also other inspirations from my other friends!" after you shook hands with ikaris you avert your attention from kingo to them, "you love your friends that much?" you stated, glancing at kingo

then you looked at him... who has his eyes fixated at you, longer than you'd ever think. "had fallen for this guy's charms eh? well then, we'll make a story about druig next!" kingo comments

"druig?" you asked, tilting your head to the side.

"yes... that's me" his voice is pleasant, he offers a hand, and you gladly took it.

you smiled warmly, "y/n... nice to meet you"

"and i you" he returned your kind smile, it's nice to meet you... again

perhaps he is ready to start over, even with or without your knowledge of your past existence,

you found each other once again, his heart still wanting you... he kept his promise, he'll love you forever, and that forever starts again, today.

additional notes: prepare for my exam which is a really hard subject >> write a fanfic about druig because i am a hoe for him, i might write a part two/filler but a lil bit more short just to answer more of the questions in the past and what happens next if you guys want me to!

[seita]

— size kink headcanons 3. [hq!!]

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ, ᴋᴇɴᴍᴀ, ʏᴀᴋᴜ, ʙᴏᴋᴜᴛᴏ, ᴀᴋᴀᴀsʜɪ, + ᴋᴏɴᴏʜᴀ.

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-ˏ͛ nekoma ˏ͛-

— tetsurou kuroo.

≻ 100% brought the kink to the table. ≻ he fucking loves when it hurts. ≻ when you struggle to take his cock and have to push against him to physically stop him from sinking anymore into you ≻ that makes his cock throb. ≻ his mouth is foul too. ≻ he will degrade you and make you feel ashamed over how easily you cum from just his cock stuffing you open.

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“aww, does that hurt?” he chuckles, hand wrapped around your throat to keep you pinned down. your legs were spread, eyes teary as you stared up at him  with your mouth open. you nodded, eyes widening as he ground his hips against you, pelvic bone catching your clit with the movement, “ah, it can’t be that bad if you’re getting wetter now can it?”

“t-tetsu...” you whisper, whimpering when he pulled his cock mostly out before sinking the length back in with a slow roll of his hips.

“god, you’re so cute,” he snickered, releasing your throat to grip beneath your knees, pinning you open so he could watch the way your little cunt spread to accommodate his length.

“please...i want more...” you gasp, licking your lips as he begins a steady pace. you’re getting wetter and wetter, the juices gushing from your cunt making lewd noises that make your cheeks burn.

“doesn’t hurt so much now, does it?” he scoffs, feeling you beginning to clamp sporadically around him, “you’re gonna cum like a little slut, aren’t you?”

you nod your head, reaching down to touch your clit but he slaps your hand away with a glare, “greedy girls don’t get to touch themselves. you cum from my cock or not at all.”

a handful of thrusts later and you were arching desperately beneath him, coating his cock in your cum. he chuckles as you dissolve into a trembling mess against his sheets, “little slut. i should have known how easy that would have been for you. you cum so easily from being stuffed full of a nice, fat cock.”

— kenma kozume.

≻ he doesn’t really have the kink tbh. ≻ but since you do, he humors you. ≻ since he’s on the smaller side, the size difference between the two of you isn’t exactly noticeable. ≻ tell him you like when it hurts and he’ll skimp on the prep just so he can watch the way you tremble as he sinks balls deep. ≻ his favorite thing is to watch your cunt stuffed full, thumb on your clit as he holds his cock completely still within you to make you cum and gush all over him. ≻ he’ll indulge your size kink and use it in his dirty talk as well. ≻ good boyfie.

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“you really are a desperate thing, huh?” he scoffs, making your cheeks burn  hot, “look how wet you are. all because you like being stretched, yeah? you like when it hurts...when it burns.”

“y-yes kenma...” you gasp, brows furrowed as you looked up at him, unable to break your gaze from his. his eyes were intoxicating, bright and cat-like as he stared at you, making you feel pinned beneath the pure weight they held.

“i can tell,” he smiles, finally bottoming out in your cunt. he let out a stuttering breath, feelings your walls spasm around his length. he could feel himself drooling precum, mixing with the juices that soaked around him.

“pl-please make me cum, kenma...” you whimper, eyes finally moving to where he was currently stuffing you nice and full. your cunt was stretched around him, like a pretty flower that had him drooling.

“you wanna cum already?” he pants, bringing his thumb to your clit which is swollen from neglect. you immediately squeal at the pleasure as he begins to circle the bud delicately. your knees press into his sides, eyes rolling back in your head at the pleasure.

“yes please,” you gasp, leaning up on your elbows to watch him work your clit with expert touches, “i’m so close.”

“cum then,” he commands, “make a mess, show me how much you love being stretched by a nice, fat cock.”

— morisuke yaku.

≻ you won’t know he has one at all tbh ≻ but he does. ≻ he’s just lowkey about it. ≻ it’s just that he’s pretty small himself ≻ so it’s near impossible to find someone sufficiently small enough to make him feel big. ≻ but even the smallest size difference can fire him up. ≻ he literally loves being able to manipulate your body and pin you down so he can grind into your cunt until you’re creaming all over him. ≻ humor him and he will 100% be yours for life.

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“y-you fill me up so well, mori,” you whisper, lashes fluttering as he ruts his cock into your sloppy cunt. he already fucked you to two orgasms, making a mess of his cock but neither of you cared.

“yeah?” he grins, reaching down to flick your clit, rolling the bud beneath his calloused fingers. he groans as your walls flutter around him, gushing more of your arousal to add to the already copious mess you’d created, “i can tell you like having my cock, look at the way you’re creaming.”

“mori...” you whine at his filthy words, attempting to close your legs around him to obscure the heavenly view he had at your stuffed cunt.

he stopped you easily, pinning your knees to your chest, eyes never leaving where you were connected. he slowly began grinding against you, pelvic bone catching your swollen clit with every movement.

“ah, that’s a good girl,” he groaned, aiming his hips for that one spot he knew you loved, “tell me how much you love this. tell me how much you love being filled with my cock.”

“mori, fuck!” you squeal as he begins fucking you properly, grip on your knees tightening as he pinned you down beneath his weight, “i lo-love being filled with your th-thick cock!”

he curses under his breath, his own hips stuttering as your words sink in, making him groan, “you dirty girl...”

-ˏ͛ fukurōdani ˏ͛-

— koutarou bokuto.

≻ his cock is thick. ≻ like, no matter how many times you fuck him, you need maximum prep. ≻ it hurts every time he puts it in. ≻ and he hates that so much. ≻ so he always takes it slow. ≻ he only wants you to feel pleasure and he’ll take an hour to sink his cock fully into you if that’s what it takes. ≻ praises you the entire time you take him.

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“kou...” you gasp, rapping your arms around his shoulder as you snuggle your face into the crook of his neck.

“that’s it, pretty girl,” he whispers, peppering kisses against your shoulder as he cups the back of your head, “you’re doing so well. i’m almost in...”

a long, drawn out groan releases from his lips as his hips finally meet your after a long period of slowly working it in. it was always worth it in the end, the delicious feeling of being stuffed so completely by him.

“it feels so good,” you coo, sneaking your hand between your thighs to find your clit, hard and swollen and in need to stimulation.

bokuto leans back, resting his weight on his hands beside your head. his eyes travel to where your cunt as wrapped around him, covering his slowly moving cock in a thin sheen of white. his gaze zeroes in on your fingers, working your clit in needy circles, making your pussy squeeze him.

“make yourself cum for me,” he whispers, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot within you that he had learned of long ago, “cum on my cock, pretty girl. that’s it. it feels good doesn’t it? good, i love when you feel good, you know that. my cock is all yours, cream on it nice and hard for me...good girl...”

— keiji akaashi.

≻ he’s into whatever you’re into tbh. ≻ he lives to please and please he does. ≻ when you first express to him how you felt about the size difference between the two of you, he was a bit stunned. ≻ but once he saw what you meant; the way your cunt stretched wide to accommodate him, the little tears in your eyes when it stung just a bit too much, the way you came before he could fully bottom out... ≻ well, he quickly understood.

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“keiji!” you squeal, knees nearly buckling as he hit your g-spot perfectly. thankfully, he was prepared and braced himself to catch your weight.

he hummed, hooking his chin over your shoulder as he lifted on leg beneath your knee, holding you open, “look at that, pretty girl.”

your eyes flutter open and you find your own body in the mirror, gaze falling to where your boyfriend’s cock was stuffed into your dripping cunt. you gasp, turning to hide your face against his neck in shame when you realized the mess you were making.

your cum dripped down his balls and your thighs, a little puddle forming on the floor. he merely grinned, feeling the way you tightened at the filthy sight.

“doesn’t it feel so good, sweetheart?” he cooes, hugging your body tight against him as he fucked your sweet cunt, “being stretched just how you like, hmm?”

“yes!” you gasp, “i love your cock, keiji. ‘s so perfect s-so, fuck, so big!”

he chuckles, kissing your cheek, “i know, kitten, why don’t you be good and cum, prove how much you love my big cock. you better thank me too.”

“yes, thank you, thank you, thank you k-keiji!” you cry out, trembling as your orgasm washes over you, “y-your big fucking cock makes me cum so hard!”

he grins, never slowing his thrusts even as your orgasm fades and you’re left babbling mindlessly in overstimulation about how thick and long his cock is.

— akinori konoha.

≻ another one that loves when it hurts. ≻ he’s not to the extent of kuroo ≻ but he thrives on the little whimpers and whines you let out as he forces you to take his entire length in one swift thrust. ≻ he always makes sure you’re dripping wet, making you cum before he even puts his cock to your entrance. ≻ he knows you can take it. ≻ he’s got the filthiest mouth of the bunch about it too.

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“you’re gonna take it all,” he whispers, a swift snap of his hips sinking his entire cock into you.

you yelp, hands slapping against his chest in response to the sharp pain. but the previous orgasms allowed your walls to quickly adjust and accommodate him. he grins when you sink down against the pillows, eyes wide and brows furrowed.

“aki...” you whisper, licking your lips, “it feels so good...”

“mmm i know,” he chuckles, fucking his thick length into your dripping cunt. he loves how wet you are, you’re literally dripping down his cock and balls, “so messy. look at you you’re just a desperate little cockslut. i bet you’d love to live your life like this; cunt stuffed, cumming over and over until you’re nothing but a stupid, fucked out mess that can only think about my cock.”

“aki!” you squeal, back arching as he hit a sweet spot inside you, making him chuckle.

“is my name all you can think of now, little bitch?” he growled, pinching your nipple lightly to make you moan, “you’re so cute when you’re creaming yourself over a nice, fat cock.”

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[rowanaelinn]

i challenge you to write something with no dialogue. go. :))

Although she couldn’t hear anything, Aelin’s mind was still assaulted from everywhere. Anxiety buzzing, feeling it in her finger tips and lips.

Navigating as a deaf person wasn’t easy. Not when she couldn’t rely on her ears to know when to cross the road, if anyone was speaking to her or even just for classes.

And yet, Aelin insisted on attending a regular high school. She didn’t know why, maybe it was because it was her only chance at catching any hint of normalcy.

Someone hit her with their bodies from her back, her body pushed to the floor. Anxiety faded away, replaced by anger.

Someone’s hands tried to help her stand, but she slapped them away. Turning around to see one of the boys on the football team. She didn’t know him, but his shirt was a pretty good hint.

You fucking idiot, she signed, anger pulsing in her veins.

She could read on lips, the only thing allowing her to attend classes in this high school with her friends. And the jackass, she refused to think of him as a good person for at least twenty minutes, tried to apologise.

Some deaf people could talk, but Aelin wasn’t one of them. Mute and deaf. That was what she was, and she didn’t have a problem with it. She liked herself that way.

He took a step in her direction, she took a step back. She wasn’t comfortable with people around her.

He kept trying to speak, and to walk into her direction, and Aelin could only sign, I’m deaf, you idiot. Stay away from me.

The jackass was pushed by a silver-haired guy, and Aelin couldn’t read on his lips with his back to hers. The conversation seemed pretty heated, people around staring.

Jackass looked at her before leaving, shaking his head on the way. Yeah, bye bye, asshole.

The silver-haired guy turned around, and Aelin was almost breathless when she saw his face. He was beautiful, his features sharp and yet soft at the same time, and his eyes…

She wanted to lose herself in these eyes.

I’m sorry, he signed, surprising the hell out of her. He can be stupid. Are you hurt?

Her mouth was slightly agape, and she swallowed back her surprise before asking, You know how to sign?

He smiled, I learned most of sign language a few months back.

Not a lot of people mastered this language, and the fact that this boy did just made her more and more attracted to him.

She blushed, I’m Aelin. Thank you for earlier.

I know. We have english together, he answered. I’m Rowan. Two seats behind you.

How had she never noticed him? That wasn’t fair. Rowan was a pretty name, not a common one.

Good to know for next class.

He smiled at her, still keeping his distance. I suppose it is.

She bit her lip and signed, See you in two days, Rowan.

She left, only winking at him. Next class would be fun.

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