#i suddenly feel my youth really hard

[obsidiannebula]

Look man idk either

people born in 2000 should be like 12-14 now. but they’re not. that’s how fucked up our world is now

[suksatoru]

𝝑𝑒 katsuki finds out what you've been drawing in your sketchbook all the time...and to say he's surprised is an understatement.

"y/n."

"hmm?"

your boyfriend lets out a sharp growl, his hands practically itching to reach out and snatch the sketchbook out of your hands

"let me see."

you don't respond, brows pinched together in concentration as you alternate between looking at the charcoal in your hands to katsuki's adorable pout

"you need to wait a little longer...not my fault you're so pretty."

he lets out an embarrassed groan, dragging his calloused palm down his face as he flops face first onto your bed. you let out a whine in protest, slapping his arm

"ow!" you huff, silently scolding yourself for hitting the hard, packed muscle beneath his shirt. he smirks a little bit at your reaction, rolling onto his back and making a show of flexing his muscles as he stretches his arms with a loud yawn

"ya took forever. now, show me what you made." he demands, sitting up expectedly with narrowed eyes

katsuki had been dragged from the common room all the way up to your dorm in a matter of minutes. he'd gladly be dragged by you to the ends of the earth, but he was beyond confused when you ordered him to sit down on your bed and stay still. all until you pulled out your sketchbook.

the light bulb in his mind switched on, and with a quiet "ah", he complied, listening to you quietly chat about anything and everything that came to your mind as you scribbled away in your sketchbook

katsuki has seen you carrying it around a lot. you always kept it tucked under your arm even as you travelled from class to class—never apart. it had, simply put, become an extension to your body at this point

of course he's wanted to take a peak in there. and about a dozen times katsuki tried to—but each time ended with him getting beat with your pillows and plushies as you shoved him out of your dorm, slamming the door on him as he laid in the hall, rubbing his head and silently cursing himself for getting caught once again.

he had kept still and quiet for you while you drew because this was....out of the ordinary. you never really did open your sketchbook in front of him—but here you were now, fingers smudging the paper as you smile sheepishly

"promise you won't laugh?"

he rolls his eyes, trying to keep his usual facade up so you don't detect even a hint of the nervousness he felt

"course i won't. now, either you show me—or i'm taking that damned book from your hands and—"

he's cut off when you suddenly raise it from your lap. pages rustle together as you flip it towards him, hands gripping the edges of your most prized possession as you squeeze your eyes shut and await his reaction

katsuki, was for once, stunned into silence. his eyes trailed over the strokes and marks on the paper, your finger imprints pressed all over the paper from the charcoal—

but what you've drawn is undeniably him.

it's not what he'd expected at all. it's him but...it's not from katsuki's view. it's not the mean face he saw in the mirror everyday. the usual scowl that seemed to be a permanent resident on his face was replaced with a soft smile in your drawing

his eyes were lighter, softer. his cheeks were round and full of boyish youth as he smiled. it was beautiful. he was. he feels his heart stutter in his chest as he slowly takes the sketchbook from your hands, eyes glued to page

"hold on suki—"

he begins flipping. flipping and flipping and flipping and it's all him. katsuki sleeping, katsuki yelling and a frightened little izuku scribbled into the corner of the page—katsuki cooking, katsuki in his hero suit, katsuki—

you suddenly tackle him, and with a yelp—both of you tumble off of your bed and onto the floor. unfortunately, his grip on the book loosens for a mere instant, and you're able to snatch it out of his grip and throw it onto your bed from where the two of you laid on the floor

his lips are parted, but not a sound comes out. his eyes are like the drawing you had just made—soft and gentle and round as he stares up at you.

you're so embarrassed you can barely stand to look him in the eye, resorting to tucking your face into the space between his neck and shoulder with an embarrassed groan

"asshole...you weren't supposed to flip..." you murmur, and katsuki thinks you look pretty with your cheeks flushed and tinted like this. his chest falls and rises slowly, and he made no move to get up off the floor as you caged him there—refusing to let him get up.

"i....gah say something you jerk! you can't humiliate me like that and then get all quiet!" you whine, your voice embarrassed and pitched and katsuki can't even stop himself from grabbing hold of the back of your neck and crashing his lips into yours

he pulls your entire body against him, wrapping a single arm around your waist before he rolls the two of you over and flipping your positions—he hovers over you, pulling away from the kiss just to press another one onto your forehead

"you fucking dumbass...why'd you go and waste so many pages on me..." he mumbles, grabbing your charcoal covered hands as he presses a soft kiss onto your finger tips. you smile bashfully at the smeared streaks of color on his face

"you're my muse." you state simply

his eyes are lined with tears, and his grin is wide and toothy—you want to capture this moment in your pages, the shine in his eyes and the way his lips curled, all of it.

you decide you'll have to draw this particular katsuki later, because he's suddenly launching an attack on you—a flurry of kisses being pressed all over your face and neck and just about any bit of skin he could find as he laughs at the sound of your sweet squeals—music to his ears.

[curryshesus]

jeon jungkook fics that had me going feral

hi guys, here's a part 2 to my favorite jjk fics on tumblr! note that many of these fics contain 18+ content. you are responsible for the content you consume! as always, if you enjoyed any of these fics as much as i did, please take a moment to send some love to the authors! part 1 | other bts members

➺ cold nights & blurred lines - by @awrkive

summary: jungkook and you have been in a sexual relationship with each other for four months now, and it’s casual for the most part. but as time passes, you can’t help but feel that some of the lines suddenly got blurred in the process. is it a cliché to blur the lines with your fuck buddy? it definitely is. will you do something about it? both of your emotional constipation have a hard time saying yes.

➺ night crawlers - by @alphabetboyluvr

summary: jungkook’s always been good at running. track, field, red lights, shit outta luck. drugs, now, too. but he doesn’t expect to run into you. in your shared lecture halls, sure. maybe. but not down the back alleys of daerim at ass o’clock in the morning. there are only three types of women he ever sees in daerim: hookers, sugar-babies and addicts. you aren't any of those; you're a trust-fund baby who can get percocet on private repeat prescription, if you really want it. he's sure of it. so it then further begs the question: why the fuck are you here?

➺ this is how you fall in love - by @jeonqkooks

summary: after years of drinking and clubbing most days of the week and leaving every gig with a different girl on his arm, jungkook feels what it’s like to want someone with his entire being.

➺ the dilf installments - by @mercurygguk

summary: this series follows jungkook’s life as a divorced father. but wait, how exactly does one balance being a father, a boyfriend, a friend, and a respectable boss at the same time? read the installments below to find out!

➺ ultimatum - by @parkmuse

summary: your pervy, idiotic boyfriend just so happens to also be your friendly neighborhood Spider-man (in bed).

➺ a hero's journey - by @hansolmates

summary: jungkook and jisoo are the mightiest power couple. however, one drunken confession and that whole facade fades in an instant. you realize that maybe you need to break from your unvaried life for a bit and be the hero of your own love story

➺ tempest - by @kooktrash

summary: you’ve always considered your life to be more mundane than you would like to admit. it was a constant cycle of the same things over and over again that when you meet jeon jungkook at a bar, of all places, you didn’t expect to see just how much he would change your life and those around you. he’s got an air of mystery around him with his charming good looks and a violent past that you slowly begun to unravel when it feels like everything is going perfect.

➺ by its cover - by @gimmesumsuga

summary: the one where Jungkook makes a horrifically bad first impression.

➺ slow dancing - by @yoonia

summary: when your countdown appeared on your wrist right in the morning of your eighteenth birthday, you had thought that perhaps the universe was on your side, especially since the final seconds were already ticking so soon. You just never expected to have your first meeting with your soulmate to be the day when you had to let him go. But hope was not lost when you still found love without the bond, and Jungkook showed you that it was possible to find happiness beyond the system that was written for you. Except that the universe doesn’t seem to have enough of its game, when your past sacrifice comes back hitting you straight in the face, just when you had believed that you had written off the perfect ending to your bittersweet tale.

➺ e s p r e s s o - by @joonberriess

➺ hold me closer - by @ahundredtimesover

summary: when you're asked to look after your parents' house and meet them before they go on vacation, you, Jimin, and Jungkook take the trip to your hometown of Busan and relive memories of your youth. While your new relationship has you feeling like a lovesick teenager with all the affection that Jungkook shows you, you're still you - a professional trying to make it in the corporate world, and an eldest child trying not to disappoint her parents. And that turns out to be your undoing, as a little blunder causes a rift between you and Jungkook, resulting in a trip that you might as well have messed up… Not if your brother can help it, though.

[johnbrand]

Thrift Haul

“Hey babe.” I grandly dropped the bags of my thrift haul onto my bed. “I got you something.”

Jace groaned, still in his pajamas. The plain white tee and sweatshorts were a favorite of the late sleeper. “I told you to stop getting me stuff.”

“But why?” I flashed him with my signature puppy-dog eyes, feigning innocence. “Is it so wrong to treat my lover every now and then?”

“Every now and then, no.” Jace took a seat beside me, his heft weighing the mattress down in his direction. “But once or twice a week? That’s too much.”

“Maybe you have a point, but you need these!” With glee, I pulled out a pair of shoes from one of my bags. “They were only $5!”

Jace took the gift curiously. “You found Vans for that cheap?”

“Well I did thrift them,” I shrugged. “But honestly they don’t look that bad. A little worn-in but exterior-wise I’d say they’re almost brand new.”

Jace lifted the tongue of one of the shoes. “They’re a little too big for me.”

“What do you typically wear?”

“My shoe size is 10.5, but 11 in Vans,” Jace frowned. “These are Size 13.”

“You’ll grow into them,” I impishly replied, knowing we were both well past puberty. “But you seriously needed new shoes. I know it was just yesterday but I don't think I'll ever forget watching your Converse get ripped to shreds in the laundry machine.”

It had been a strange predicament no one could have ever predicted. Jace and I had stood there staring in confusion as the laundry machine practically fell apart in the last cycle, its interior suddenly grating against itself in a mess of metal, water, suds, and the sole objects inside the machine. Jace had been lucky he had only been washing his shoes. 

“I think I found out why they were only five dollars,” Jace grimaced. “They reek of teenage boy.”

“Just try them on, you dunce.” I had already grabbed a pair of gray socks from his dresser, chucking the wad at him. I then drew closer and led his hand to the imprint of my hard member “I'm going to the bathroom. Maybe if you do as I ask, I’ll bestow upon you another gift.”

I caught Jace’s smile before strolling off to the bathroom. I had known the shoes were a little big–truthfully not that much larger–but I was desperate to help Jace out. For a gay man, he had always had a rather heterosexual style. Sure it was admittedly plain, but who cared? I just wanted to make my boyfriend happy, and to make sure he had shoes. If anything, I knew the Vans would work until we got him a decent pair that would fit. 

“So?” The question was already leaving my mouth before I was back in the bedroom. “How do they feel?”

“Honestly, not bad.”

“Really?” I reappeared back in the doorway, finding Jace propped up on the bed. Laying opposite of how the mattress was intended, my eyes found the two shoes propped up on the head of the bed frame. 

Jace nodded, “Yeah, the flat soles are fairly comfortable. And surprisingly, they fit perfectly.”

“Really?” The surprise in my voice was evident. But with my own eyes, I could see Jace’s toes wiggling inside the toe box. For being a couple of sizes larger, I had not expected the Vans to so perfectly fit.

“They’re super grippy too,” Jace commented. “And they look sICk.”

The voice crack echoed like an alarm throughout my bedroom. I opened my mouth to comment on it, but instead found myself silenced, observing something more troubling. Jace’s pajamas were rapidly rematerializing. His shirt suddenly sprouted buttons before splitting open in the middle, exposing his hairy paunch, and his sweatshorts tightened into a more restricting, trendy pair of denim counterparts. 

“Jace…” I started slowly. “Why don’t you take those shoes off?”

Jace made a face, “Why dUDe? I LIKe them a lot.” Jace’s voice was now fixed to a higher register. Its tenor had a more lively, immature tonality. I could do nothing as the new vitality of his voice began to reflect upon his body. Jace’s body quickly thinned out, becoming youthful once more with tight abs, a softer face, and an overall hairless figure.

“Are you sure you like them?” I pleaded, watching Jace’s hair fluff out into a popular layered fringe. 

“The boys are going to love these, I’ll fit in perfectly.” Jace affirmed, a renewed focus in pack mentality skewing his desires. “Becca told me you were great, but I didn’t think you’d come in clutch like this, man.”

“Becca?" I stumbled along. "As in my sister?” A second reality began to present itself to me. Jace was no longer my boyfriend of over a year, having met as juniors in college. Now he was my younger sister’s boyfriend of over a year, the two having met as juniors in high school. Before I had a chance to truly reflect on this change, I heard the front door open and close in the distance.

“That’s probably my babe, isn’t it?” the new 18-year-old asked, pointing in the direction of the noise. “I better go catch her dude. Thanks again for the sweet kicks!”

The spry young athlete jumped off my bed and rushed out of the room, a mixed odor of teenage musk and metallic body spray wafting after him. I was left standing there, stunned and wondering what to do with the rest of my thrift haul.

[reminiscingtonight]

Imaginary (Girl)Friend

Leah Williamson x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

[WOSO Masterlist]

You never talk about Leah. 

She’s your best friend, your better half, the first person you think to tell anything to. But you still never talk about Leah. 

You don’t talk about the fact that the two of you grew up together. Or that she prefers the crust cut off her plain ham sandwiches. Or how she stays up late just to call you even after playing a late night game away from home. 

You never talk about Leah because no one knew who she was. To you, she’s the most amazing person you know, the only person you’ll ever give your heart to. To everyone else, she’s simply another nameless face on another football team. 

And then the Euros happened.

The Euros happened, England won, and everyone started noticing Leah.

It’s hard at first. To watch your normally shy girlfriend have to shoulder the constant attention from both fans and media alike, to go from unknown to stopped every five seconds for a picture. Where Leah once held your hand while strolling on Sunday walks now became group outlettings lest you manage to secure an indoor date somewhere secluded.

Leah didn’t want you being dragged to national attention with her, and after watching the toll it took on her, you meekly agreed. While Leah became a professional footballer, you went to college, got a job, and now work a normal 9 to 5. Being famous for any reason, let alone dating someone famous, was something you never had an interest in.

So no, you don’t talk about Leah the footballer.

Leah the girlfriend however… you talk about her quite too much. 

But your friends always let you gush your heart out about the girl who’s had your heart since you were teenagers.

It’s friends like these that you treasure. They never push too hard, understanding when you skirt around bringing your girlfriend out to public events with large crowds. A couple of them are newer to the group, friends from work, but still respectful all the same.

Some of you even formed a recreational futsal team, just something to do after work once a week. It’s fun, getting to use some of those football skills you’ve acquired through your childhood playing on youth teams. 

Today’s one of those days. After wrapping up the last of your paperwork, you all pile into a car and make your way to the community center. 

The first half goes by quickly, not really memorable in any way.  

You’re taking a quick water break during half-time when one of your friends suddenly stiffens. 

“Holy shit.”

You look up to see her eyes widen at a spot over your shoulder. 

“What?” you ask, alarmed, trying to see what she’s looking at. But two hands on your shoulder stops you quickly, jerking you right back to face her.

“Don’t look, but I think a couple of the Lionesses are sitting in the bleachers, watching our game.”

You almost trip ripping yourself out of her grip, doing the exact opposite of what she just said.

Sure enough, you can spot the Three Best Friends huddled near the back of the bleachers, baseball caps and hoodies on as if that combo would actually help someone go incognito.

Almost as if she can feel your gaze, Leah’s face brightens, resting scowl turning into a grin as she waves at you. Before you can so much as react, a hand on your arm spins you back around.

“Oh my god, what are we going to do? I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of the Leah Williamson, Keira Walsh, and Georgia Stanway!”

You snort, gently shaking her hands off. “First off, it’s just rec futsal. If we lose it’s nothing that life ending. Also, we can always blame it on the court if we play poorly.”

She doesn’t look convinced, but the whistle from the ref calls before you can convince her some more. 

Taking your spot on the court again, you can’t help but feel a bit giddy. With the constant attention and numerous commitments clogging up your girlfriend’s schedule, it’s been a while since Leah’s come to one of your games. 

And so what if you end up showing off a little bit? Your girlfriend is here watching and you’re only human.

By the time the game ends, your team is up by six, four scored by you.

“God damn, we should try to invite the Lionesses out every week if you’re going to ball out like that when they’re here,” Riley jokingly complains, laughing when you shove her back playfully.

“Speaking of the Lionesses…”

Spinning around you see your girlfriend and her friends starting their descent down to the court. You skip to meet them halfway, ignoring the awestruck looks coming from all around. 

Leah gives you a quick hug before pulling back, mindful of prying eyes. 

“Leah! What are you doing here?”

“Just wanted to surprise my girl,” she mumbles, cheeks burning bright red as she instinctively pulls her cap down tighter on her head. “That’s okay right? I just haven’t seen you play live in a while and I--”

“Of course it’s fine.” Your cheeks are starting to hurt a bit by how wide you’re smiling.

You turn quickly to her two friends by her side. 

“Happy to see you guys too! Thanks for coming out.”

Georgia and Keira exchange devilish grins before each throwing an arm around your shoulders. 

“We would’ve come out to a match sooner if lovergirl over here hadn’t gatekeeped when your games were.”

Keira nods dramatically. “It was like pulling teeth with this one, trying to convince her to let us tag along today. You’d almost think she wanted us to forget she had a girlfriend.”

Leah rolls her eyes at the accusations. “A). I wasn’t gatekeeping. B). It was like pulling teeth today --- you wouldn’t give me a moment of peace until I agreed. And C). If I wanted you to forget I had a girlfriend, we wouldn’t be here having this conversation.”

“Pshh, as if you could make us forget our favorite Milton Keynes native. We’d choose her in the divorce,” Georgia quips, ignoring the eyebrow Leah raises her way.

Before the three of them can get in a shoving match, you suddenly remember your friends that you’ve left behind.

“Wait, let me introduce you guys to my teammates.”

Your friends look shell-shocked, eyes darting between you and the little posse of professional footballers you’ve amassed around you when you return. 

“Guys, this is my girlfriend Leah and her two friends.”

There’s a moment of stunned silence. Then a whispered, “why are you introducing three Lionesses to us as if you have dinner together on the regular?” Riley honestly looks like she’s about to pass out, but you decide to humor her a bit.

“Because I do? Keira and G come down sometimes during breaks, and I do live with Leah. So…” 

Your explanation seems pretty straightforward to you, but if anything, it only makes things more confusing for your friends.  

They exchange looks with each other before Riley cautiously asks, “You were being serious about that?”

It’s your turn to be confused, face scrunching up. “What do you mean?”

“Well you kept talking about your mysterious girlfriend Leah without ever introducing us to her…”

“Or showing us a picture,” another voice adds on, trying to be helpful.

“We just kinda assumed Leah wasn’t real,” Riley finishes off lamely.

You roll your eyes, elbowing your girlfriend when you feel Leah snort next to you.

She recovers quickly, giving your friends a smile. “Well rest assured, the girlfriend is very much real. It’s nice to meet you guys, I’m Leah.”

[satorhime]

. ･｡･ right where you left me ࿐gojo satoru.

── ◜ ⪩⪨ ◞ content : angst, fluff, dad!gojo (reader ‘n’ gojo have a daughter), set in 2018 and 2023, reunion, beach trips, established relationship ! f!reader. ･｡･ w.c. 3.7k & not proofread.

── ◜ ⪩⪨ ◞ synopsis : time remains the one enemy gojo can’t defeat. ໒꒰ྀི ´ ꒳ ` ꒱ྀིა notes: ik there’s a gazillion reunion fics but this has been sitting in my drafts since oct n i suddenly felt like finishing n sharing so i hope u enjoy <333 ‘m gna go cry over this fic now ;u;

satoru is having a damn good day.

it’s suspicious, it feels like a fever dream, and he can’t really pinpoint where the dubiousness comes from. maybe it’s because he feels as if he doesn’t deserve it, like if he allows himself to relax like this something terrible will happen while he slacks off. or maybe, it’s because he’s only ever had those truly good days in his youth when he was devil may care and his concerns for the wellbeing of the world slid off his shoulders weightlessly, like sheets of rain on a rooftop. a wild and selfish kind of happiness that begun in spring and ended too quickly in winter.

but today is a good day. he forgot to charge his phone last night, he is in the best mood he’s been in all year, and he can’t stop fucking smiling. gojo satoru is thriving, on top of the world, a little bit of that nostalgic, adolescent joy warming up his chest.

and it’s all because it’s a sunny day, the water is cool, and he’s on the beach with you and his baby girl.

the three of you decided to steal away on a spontaneous trip to okinawa that forced him out of his work uniform and into swim trunks with a bare chest, simply because you burst into his office with big droplets of tears in your eyes declaring yourself a terrible mother because you realized that your daughter was already three years old and she had never seen the ocean before.

it had taken him ten minutes to book three first class tickets and secure the private family villa for the weekend, fifteen to get packed, and twenty to board after hearing that.

he would do anything to please his girls, after all.

“‘anna go into the bathtub, mama!” your baby whines impatiently from the embrace of your arms, squirming and squiggling for you to let her down as she points towards the rolling ocean waves behind you. ever since she learned how to walk, she’s lost all patience for her doting parents carrying her around— especially when something catches the attention of those big, pretty blue eyes. it didn’t take long for her to become enamored with the sea, wanting nothing more than to get out of your hold and toddle towards the shallows.

“it’s called an ‘ocean’, cupcake,” you correct her, voice full of amusement and affection as you crane your head forward to kiss the soft skin of her chubby cheek, bouncing the toddler in your arms. “too bad we’re being held hostage by dada right now.”

“i heard that,” satoru mumbles with a pout, his third melon popsicle of the day hanging from one side of his mouth. droplets of green slush drips onto the broad planes of his chest in a sticky mess as it melts but he’s wholly focused on the two of you, one summer blue eye winked closed as the other peers through the lens of the polaroid camera looped around his neck. “but wait, just one more photo of my two favorite girls!”

“you’ve been taking photos for the last twenty minutes, satoru,” you huff. “we aren’t going anywhere, you know. you don’t have to take so many.”

“our baby needs to see what the three of us looked like in our prime, before we grow old and gray together.”

“you’re so ridiculous, gojo satoru.”

but despite your exasperation, you remain put. it’s hard not to feel the same way he does on a perfect day like this— contentment, light in the heart and full of love because of this little trip. the camera focuses in on you and your daughter before the shutter clicks, each snap immortalizing the sight of you and your baby girl illuminated by the lazy autumn sun.

“and done!” he cheers, catching the polaroid in his palm as it slides from the slot. it wobbles between two of his fingers as it develops, but he can already see that it’s a perfect picture. he feels his heart sink in his chest, melting into a syrupy sweet puddle of happiness that makes him lightheaded and anxious.

oh, you’ve never looked as pretty as you do right now. like a dream, a forever kind of love he never plans to let go of. wearing that cute little swimsuit he likes so much with his sunnies perched on top of your head and his baby propped up on your supple hip. the two of you are beaming, cheeks squished together, your daughter’s hand cupping your face fondly.

it’s the kind of picture that others would coo at and fawn over if he framed it in a museum, but satoru retrieves his wallet from the pocket of his swim trunks, tucking the polaroid safely in the trifold for his own selfish keeping.

“i think she really likes the beach,” you tell him, squatting to set your daughter on her feet. she waves to you and satoru before waddling toward the shallow surf, her little legs stumbling in the thick body of sand. “this was good of you, satoru.”

“what? you think i’d miss the opportunity to spend time with my best girls?” he asks you, a hand on his chest with an affronted look on his face. you resist the urge to snort as the two of you follow closely behind your stumbling toddler, rushing towards her every time she gets distracted and attempts to eat the sand or chase one of the seagulls.

“you’ve been busy lately, that’s all,” is how you respond, the accusation washed out of your tone for the gentle words instead. you don’t bring up how many milestones, how many little memories he’s already missed, just by being who he is— that no matter what, he’ll always belong to his duty first and his family second. no, you’ve always shown patience and understanding. never complaining when his side of the bed is empty before morning or your girl requests for her father to read a bedtime story in that animated, comical way you can never replicate for her. making her settle for your offkey, wobbly lullabies instead.

“i know,” he says quietly, suddenly serious— keeping one eye on your baby girl who is currently splashing her hands around in the sand and water. “one of my first year’s a vessel so the curses are getting more pesky. i don’t think that’s a coincidence.”

“you think something’s about to happen?” you ask, looking up at him, but he presses a kiss to your temple and you wrinkle your nose at the sticky feeling of his lips.

“nah,” he replies, and you almost roll your eyes because you know he’s lying. even though satoru has done his best to keep you hidden from his world, you’re no fool. you already know why he rarely comes home at night, why he was absent for christmas last year, why your daughter has never met her paternal grandparents. you know that with the reappearance of several ancient cursed objects, there is thunder crackling among the clouds. “don’t worry your pretty little head about that.”

satoru turns up the volume on the waterproof boombox half-buried in the sand next to your belongings. he can’t stand your choice of music, finds it noise most of the time, but it’s the distraction the atmosphere needs to throw off your questioning. he pulls you to sit down between his legs, your back pressed against his chest and his arms wrapped around your body.

ocean foam splashes against the tips of your toes as the two of you sit at the surf of the tide in peaceful silence, time getting away from you both in the warm sun as your baby girl plays, her energy endless— waddling around and squealing at the different curiosities and wonders the beach has to offer.

whatever will happen, satoru won’t allow it to be today.

“satoru,” you call after a long quiet, craning your neck to look up at him. “if you—”

“what, you think i’m gonna croak sometime soon?” he shoots back, already knowing where the conversation is heading. so he holds you tighter, his strong arms a protective cage around your body as his shades slide down the attractive slope of his nose. he cracks a grin at you, another obvious deflection because he knows you can’t resist when he looks at you that way. not with his hair mussed from humidity, a strip of sunscreen on his nose as he chews on that damn wooden stick from his ice pop earlier.

“i know what you’re doing,” you shake your head. “and it’s not working. i’m just worried, i’m allowed to, as your wife. you think you’re invincible but if something happens to you that’ll… it’ll—” it will break us.

satoru’s smile fades, but he thankfully doesn’t need to reply because your daughter is waddling up to the both of you now, her sand-caked hands full of seashells and stones that glimmer in the sunlight. he wants to scoff because if anyone understands the consequences of failing those you love, it’s him— it’s all he’s ever known.

“what ya got there, princess?”

“fish—!” she cries in her sweet, babyish voice. some of the shells tumble from her hands, and you watch as her expression switches from happiness to dismay to finally confusion. you have to bite your lip to hold back laughter when instead of picking them back up, she dumps the rest of the seashells in your lap. “now i don’t have any fish.”

“i think those are seashells, princess,” gojo says with a grin, picking up a shell that rests on top of your thigh and holding it up to the sunlight. “this shell looks like it belongs to a hermit crab, like your megumi-nii.”

“you’re a terrible influence on our daughter, you know.”

“i’m just setting up future dynamics, angel face,” he grins.

“look look look!” your daughter gasps, bringing your attentions back to her. “this swee-shell looks like dada—!” she squeals excitedly, her new finding held delicately in her little sand-covered palm. she stands up on your thighs to reach her father sitting behind you, holding an iridescent blue seashell next to gojo’s eyes, her tiny mind comparing the colors in wonder. meanwhile, satoru wears a smile that burns so wide it hurts his cheeks.

“it looks like you too, princess,” he boops her nose, gently taking the seashell and holding it to her eyes next. her answering giggles sound like a sweet bell calling him home to heaven, but he can’t answer it because there are two people on this earth who laugh and smile at him like he hung the moon and painted the stars. “if you put it in your pocket now, the ocean won’t call the cops on you for stealing it.”

“no, this one ‘s for dada,” she insists, shoving the pretty blue seashell back into his hand.

“thank you, my mini angel,” he ruffles her hair, and you smile softly at the little exchange because though she may be enamored with her new discoveries at the beach, her father will always be one of her favorite wonders of the world.

“i ‘anna go find one for mama now!” she announces, and you wonder how she hasn’t run out of energy yet, but you nod and stand to your feet, dusting the sand away from the bottom of your swimsuit. your baby’s entire hand curls around your pointer finger, and she pulls you along with great effort.

you glance back at satoru and find that he’s watching the two of you head closer to the water, that uncharacteristically genuine smile still on his face, and you part your lips to call him to your side— where he’s always supposed to be.

“you didn’t think we’d let you slack off, did you? finding seashells is serious business, satoru!” you tease, pretty eyes crinkling with unbridled happiness, haloed by the waning sun and the orange dreamsicle sky that holds it. “hurry up!”

“wait for me just a little while, i’m coming to you,” he calls back, a lopsided grin spreading across his mouth before he raises the polaroid camera to his face, snapping one last candid photo of the two of you before he jogs towards his little piece of heaven.

but he doesn’t think he’s imagining things when the distance between heaven and earth keeps growing further and further apart—

“satoru, you can’t stand outside forever,” your voice is gentle as it speaks behind him, your hand laid delicately on his back in comfort; breaking the sorcerer out of deep reverie, the edges of the old memory fading, replaced by the pink paint of his daughter’s bedroom door that he’s been standing in front of for the last thirty minutes. his thumb brushes over the polaroid in his hand, the one that had been his salvation and his undoing in the prison realm. he’d taken it out without knowing, his eyes reading over the date written in his handwriting.

october 30, 2018

the picture of you with your daughter on your hip that he took at the beach all those years ago— that had been the last time he’d seen her.

four, no, five years?

his feet are nailed to the floor because change makes satoru shut down, and everything has changed since then.

while time was immeasurable and immovable inside of the prison realm for him, the clock had ticked on outside of it and just like that, his little girl is no longer three years old, giving him seashells that matches his eyes or hitting the back of his ankles with her big wheel or—

“you can’t keep doing this to yourself,” you sigh. “you’ve been unsealed for months. you’re her father, no matter what.”

“i’m a stranger to her,” and to you, but he doesn’t say it. you had waited for him, in every aspect of the word. held out on hope and faith in his strength that he would return to your side, where he’s always supposed to be.

“you’re n—” but you’re cut off when the door opens to reveal your daughter standing on the other side. the child standing before him is almost unrecognizable. she’s much taller and older, wearing track pants underneath her school dress with ribbons in unruly waves of white hair. the last time he’d seen his daughter, she had been three years old and still learning things like colors and sight words and that feeding megumi’s demon dogs her vegetable purée was against the rules. now, gojo satoru was the father of an eight year old and he’d missed everything because of a mista—

“you can come in,” she says, blinking up at satoru with an expression void of emotion. “but i’m not finished with my homework so if you stay too long, you’ll bug me.”

“how did you know i was outside?” he whistles nonchalantly, unbothered by the attitude that she gives him. it fills him with bitter satisfaction that she isn’t excited to see him, that someone is angry that he failed, regardless if he won in the end. he can handle bratty children who hate him and only look at him as a tool for their success, he can’t handle a daughter who cried herself to sleep every night waiting for him while he was losing his sanity away in a cube.

or at least, that’s what he tells himself.

“i could see you and mama through the door, duh,” she replies, hip cocked to the side in an amount of sass she had to pick up from you. “mama says i have your eyesight. i don’t really get it, but it makes it easy to cheat on tests.”

he could see it in the bright blue of her eyes, even if she hadn’t confirmed it. plain as daylight, she’s exactly like he was at that age. easily irritable and bratty, cocky and spoiled rotten. suffering from the weight of being an uncontested heir to an ancient dynasty at the age of elementary.

“i used six eyes to cheat on tests too,” he relates with pride, and then he bends down to her height, waving his palm. “sooo you probably got some questions about where i was—”

“not really. grandfather said you were sealed because you’re foolish and let weakness distract you.”

“you shouldn’t say things like that,” you scold, “apologize.”

“why? i don’t want to.”

your daughter turns, disappearing back into her room after that and seeming like she doesn’t care if satoru follows or not. your hand travels up the long expanse of satoru’s back in a soothing circle as you step closer.

“huh, that’s new.”

“sorry, she’s… i don’t know if acting out is the right term,” you say, pain in your voice. “she doesn’t really understand why she’s so different, or why you were … gone for so long. i know you didn’t want her around your family so i kept her away as best i could, but she started to have crippling migraines because she didn’t know how to use her ability and well… they were the only ones who knew how to help. filled her head with foolishness every time she visited the estate, though and it’s changed her.”

“huh,” is all he says, a broken record, tongue running across his inner lip in thought.

“do you need me?”

“what, you think i can’t handle her?”

“well, you were outside the door for a half hour, ‘toru.”

he shoots you a lopsided grin before he’s stepping into his daughter’s bedroom, glancing around at the unfamiliarity of it all. you follow close behind, watching with a heavy heart as he takes in the difference eight years can make.

her tiny baby crib has been traded for a poster bed decorated with a sanrio duvet and various stuffed animals where a laptop and study papers lay scattered on top. the angel themed decorations, along with her first ultrasound photo you and satoru had hung up in her nursery had been replaced by pink paint and pictures of her with a group of friends from school and a photo of her on a volleyball team.

he has to rip his gaze away.

“so,” he starts, standing in the center of the room and trying not to feel like an intruder, desperate for something to say— something to relate to her with. “how many episodes did i miss? did aya-chan ever get married?”

“i’m too old to play with dolls now, father,” she huffs, scrunching up her nose, and though satoru expected that exact answer, it doesn’t stop his heart from shattering into a million pieces. he feels that familiar itch, anger welling in his body until it burns at his fingertips because this is no one’s fault but his own. “don’t you know anything about me?”

“my bad, you’re a big kid now,” he snorts, even as his chest aches. he sits on the edge of her bed, flipping up one edge of the coloring book laying next to her laptop. “maybe you should start paying taxes.”

“i’m also too young to pay taxes. you really don’t know anything about me anymore,” she snaps, and she’s right— he doesn’t and it burns like saltwater on a wound. now he knows why you asked if he needed you; he’d hide behind you if he could, but he settles for flickering his eyes up to you helplessly.

you realize that neither of you can be upset with her for being angry that one of her favorite people vanished out of thin air. that while he was sealed, his clan had taken advantage of his absence and your powerlessness against them, and had begun spoiling your child rotten, teaching her how to use her ability— plumping her up for the inevitable day that she becomes her father’s successor, turning her against him.

“i think,” you say softly, leaning against the frame of the door. “that your dada— your father— would like to learn, though. he’s missed a lot, baby.”

she considers this for a long while, then she heaves a great sigh, hackles lowering. she scoots off the bed and before satoru can feel the hurt of figuring she doesn’t want to be near him, she does something unexpected. she moves one of her trophies out of the way to open her closet door, rummaging around for the longest before she yanks out a cardboard box you had labeled ‘donate one day since my snotty kid is a hag now’— it’s a box full of old dolls, covered in dust. she sits on her knees in front of the box, peering inside.

“aya-chan didn’t get married, but hinata-chan did,” she explains with an exasperated sigh and a roll of her eyes, taking out the dolls one by one and setting them on the floor in front of satoru’s feet.

“to the mailman that lived in your ugliest dollhouse?”

“you remember,” her eyes widen a little in surprise before her expression shutters again, smoothing out the doll’s colorful polyester dress before reaching back into the box and retrieving a brush covered in synthetic hairs. she looks at it for a while before extending her arm and offering the brush to her father. “aya-chan decided to be independent and explore the world. she’s planning to go on a trip soon so she needs to get ready. do y’wanna brush her hair?”

satoru is sliding off the bed and sitting cross-legged on the floor before he knows it, barely wanting to breathe because he doesn’t want to shatter the fragility of the moment between them. he takes the brush, and seconds later she hands him one of the dolls that had once upon a time been her favorite one that no one was allowed to touch. you would giggle at the delicate way he brushes the doll’s hair with utmost care and precision if you weren’t about to cry at the scene instead. “oh, and where’s she headed?”

“okinawa.”

“ponytail or messy bun then?” you don’t think you’re imagining the wobble in his voice. “to compliment her swimsuit.”

a tiny, hopeful smile twinkles over your lips at the two of them on the floor, babbling away to each other about the outlandish stories they’ve created together with her dolls. how many times had you offered to play with her, only for her to burst into tears because it wasn’t the same? you know that this won’t bridge the gap between the years that have been lost, but it’s a start. just hearing the soft murmurs of their conversation, the sound of your little girl giggling for the first time in ages, makes your heart swell.

time may be an undefeated opponent, and with it comes change that no one can control, but something tells you that as long as the three of you are together— everything will be okay.

you tiptoe out of the room, because they need time to catch up and apologize and reconnect, to learn one another once more, but before you close the door, you don’t think you’re mistaken when you hear, “can we go back to the beach too, dada?”

[fgumi]

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 my youth is free: to a fresh start

warning(s); written with a word count of 2,018

it didn’t matter if you knew donghyun for 6 years or dated him for 5. he always managed to give you butterflies, every single time. whether or not the butterflies you’re feeling now are good ones or just your breakfast threatening to spit back up, you’re not sure. you rounded the corner, taking a deep breath and counting to 10, before entering the cafe that used to be donghyun’s favorite casual date spot. or, maybe it still is his favorite spot. you shouldn’t speculate. clear heart, open mind.

you looked around and saw donghyun sitting in the center, right by the large fish tank that the cafe had as a divider. crazy how he always managed to get the most coveted spot in this large cafe.

his gaze followed one of the whiptail catfishes moving towards your direction. you guess that you caught the corner of his eyes because he straightened up and gave you a small wave.

oh crap. this is really happening. one foot over the other, y/n. breathe in, breathe out. it’s just donghyun. you know him. you’ve loved him for the past 5 years. you’ve been best friends for 6 years. he’s not going to suddenly turn into a stranger.

as you got closer, you took note of his glowy skin and warm eyes. good. he’s okay. well, i guess he would be okay. he broke up with you. are you okay? you’d like to think so. these past months weren’t all good. during the first month, you really did cry on your brother’s shoulder every night. woonhak was so patient with you, being so mature and wise. he even acted girly pop for you, so you could act like you’re venting to one of your girl friends who had grown frustrated with the topic.

but, little by little, you were able to face the day with a new appreciation. you attributed a lot of it to jaehyun and dongmin. their energy was infectious on and off the court. even without knowing about your recent breakup, they managed to be considerate of you and didn’t take offense when you shied away from them at times. on days where pick-up wasn’t in the cards for you, they’d understand and, sometimes, even offer to just hang out. it made you feel loved, despite them not saying it.

if the volleybrawlers (the name’s growing on you, you think) pulled you out of your sadness, you’d say dongmin gave you that final push towards normalcy. it wasn’t anything major, really. on the nights you found yourselves alone, your conversations would venture towards your past relationships and how they affected you. you found a lot of comfort from it. woonhak, for all that he tried, had never been in a relationship and couldn’t relate to you. but dongmin surprised you. he was more open than you thought he’d be. he listened to you intently when you’d ramble on about how you felt lost when donghyun broke up with you, reassuring you that you weren’t getting annoying by bringing it up all the time. as nights went on, the conversations changed. they moved away from relationships and settled on yourselves, your hobbies and aspirations.

you realized it one day—instead of venting, you were learning and sharing. it caught you by surprise, but it was nonetheless pleasant and satisfying. you were okay and you were getting better. the thought made you smile a little.

“where’d you go?”

your focus sharpened to donghyun’s curious face. “you got that faraway look you get when you’re thinking really hard,” he smiled, stirring his coffee. “i always wished i could follow you into your mind whenever you got those looks. your mind seems so cool to be in.”

as you raised an eyebrow, the ends of your lips twitched, wanting so desperately to smile at his dopey face. “you’re one to talk. i used to think you held the universe in your head with how spacy you were.”

“spacy? i don’t get it.” donghyun’s round eyes twinkled when he chuckled. “i never really got a lot of things about you, if i’m honest.”

“what do you mean?” you asked, ignoring the dull pang in your heart.

donghyun must still be able to read your microexpressions because he immediately looked apologetic. “oh, not in a bad way! sorry, i’m just–” he nervously laughed and ran his hand through his blond hair, exhaling. “a lot of my love for you stemmed from not understanding you. it’s like you defined coexistence for me. does that make sense? hold on, let me think.”

you stared at him as he tried to collect his thoughts, following his eyes to the lively fish tank next to you guys. “mmm, the best way i can explain it... you know how scientists haven’t even discovered 5% of the mariana trench?” he paused, glancing at you to make sure he wasn’t being confusing. you nodded, signaling him to continue. “but they stick to it because they’re fascinated by the little things they’re discovering. they’re not even concerned that, most likely, they won’t get to experience the mariana trench’s entirety in their lifetime. they just keep going, falling in love with everything they do get to experience... that’s what you were—are to me, my very own mariana trench—someone that i was going to keep exploring and falling in love with well after my death.”

a shine had taken to donghyun’s eyes when he rested them on you. you could feel tears blanketing your own eyes. you opened your mouth to speak, but words failed you—or, rather, you failed to even have words. what can you even say to that?

donghyun took a moment to blink back his tears before continuing. “but i got scared. school was getting a lot harder and, after my internship, i knew our relationship was starting to fall apart. it was unchartered territory for me. our entire relationship had been so free and easy up until that point. misunderstandings virtually stopped existing after our first year. you got me and i got you. so when our communication started faltering, i didn’t know what to do. as much as i wanted to do more for you and love us back to life, i couldn’t do it without sacrificing my plans and mental health. and… that’s when i knew i had to let you go. i wasn’t going to be the boyfriend you deserved while i knew you’d put in your 200% just to save us. that wasn’t something i could live with, y/n.”

you shut your eyes and let the tears fall. you took quiet, shallow breaths to avoid attracting too much attention. unfortunately, eyes were inevitable considering you guys were sitting next to the cafe’s centerpiece. ruffling reached your ears. “here.”

your eyes fluttered open to see donghyun offering a pack of tissues. you reached out to take one when you noticed the design. it pained you all over again. it was one of the gifts you got him for your 5th anniversary—a specially designed tissue pack with your shared fish on it. you joked that, since you tend to cry a lot and donghyun always seemed to be scrambling to find tissues, he should have these on hand. you couldn’t believe he still carried them.

you wiped your tears away before taking a deep inhale. “i really don’t know what to say,” you said through a watery laugh. “you answered practically all the questions i had.”

donghyun returned it with his own weak chuckle. “the therapy—it’s got me communicating my feelings a lot better than we’re used to.”

we’re—we… how does one word manage to bring you so much comfort and riddle you with just as much ache?

“it’s doing you some good,” you smiled softly, your mindful breaths turning back into second nature. “you look… better.”

he nodded firmly, his eyes crinkling into crescents. “i think it’s the best decision i ever made for myself.”

you hummed, dropping your eyes to your half-empty cup. was this the closure you both needed? is it time to walk away forever? is that what this was for? why did you find yourself wanting to keep talking? god, you couldn’t help but miss him even though he was sitting right in front of you. you missed his quirks and ditziness, how in-sync you guys were about so many things.

“tell me what’s running through your head,” donghyun gently interrupted, leaning slightly forward as if you were trading secrets. you hesitated. was it healthy to miss him? after the time that’s passed? you bit your lip, slowly losing yourself to your thoughts again. donghyun dug into his pocket again and produced chapstick, handing it to you. you subconsciously applied it, not biting your lip anymore, when you realized what just happened.

“why did you hand me this?” you asked confused. donghyun smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. “you never bite your lips after you apply chapstick so i carried around your favorite for you to use. i was gonna give it to you today before we parted ways…”

and there it was. the impending goodbye. the approaching end credits. you knew this was inevitable. you prepared yourself for this all of yesterday. so why, after all the time apart and spending it with new people, did you find it hard to let him go? it wasn’t like you wanted to get back together with him. you knew that was a no-no. you and woonhak talked about it in lengths. heck, even you and dongmin talked about it after what happened with gawon. so why did it feel like a part of your soul would go with him when he leaves?

donghyun waved his hand in front of you, his face peaking from behind it. “y/n? come back down to earth, silly.”

you gently grabbed his hand and pushed it down. “donghyun… what happens now?”

when your eyes met, you could feel the tears welling up again so you turned to the fish tank, counting all the fish inside. you felt him grab your hand and brush your knuckles with his thumb. “what do you want to happen?”

your lips quivered a bit. what did you want to happen? you didn’t want to lose him. not forever. but you also didn’t want to add on to his stress. you didn’t want to add onto your own, not when everything was getting better. “i want whatever is best for you, whatever will help you succeed and do all you want in this life.”

“mmm, can i ask what you’ve been thinking about?” donghyun asked.

you hesitated, glancing over at your ex, but the encouragement on his face helped you swallow your fear. “i was thinking about how much you meant to me and continue to mean to me. i don’t… i don’t wanna lose you, but i know that being in each other’s lives can create more stress for us in the long run.”

donghyun’s face didn’t hold any disappointment. you were glad. he focused on your clasped hands and smiled sadly. “i’m glad. i was thinking the same way.”

you couldn’t stop the tear that escaped. “does this mean goodbye?”

“it doesn’t have to,” he trailed off, looking into the tank. “i think we can still be friends. we just have to say goodbye to the versions of us that planned a life together.”

“that’s so sad,” you whispered.

he nodded in agreement. “it is, but i’m willing to sacrifice that to get my best friend back. what do you think?”

was this a good idea? you pursed your lips. when you guys first decided to try being just friends, it was fresh off the breakup. of course, it’d hurt, right? but, now, you guys had your own separate lives and things seemed to be looking up for both of you.

“okay,” you decided. “let’s be friends.”

the grin growing on his face caused a smile to grow on yours. “to a fresh start?” he suggested, holding his half-full coffee cup. you held your own coffee up. “to a fresh start.”

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੭ˊᵕˋ੭ a/n: i think exs can be friends, but only after building lives apart from each other. how did you read this? critiques welcome! if you disagree, that's okay! everyone lives and thinks differently and that's what makes life so rich.

[asiantransformations]

Coach's Big Break

"Liking this, Josh?" Coach's voice echoed smugly in my head. My body moved without my consent as he turned my head from the socks on my feet up to my face reflected in the mirror. That smirk-the one I'd always seen on his weathered face-now stretched across my own lips. It felt eerie, like a predator testing its new disguise.

Give me my body back, Coach.

He ignored me, his voice full of authority as he commanded, "You've got a week off from work. Give me a break, will you?" His words oozed with self-entitlement. "I've been stuck in my own body for over 50 years. Day in and day out, staring at the same gray face in the mirror. Don't I deserve to feel young for once? Just for this break?"

He tilted my head, examining my sneakers, then let his gaze trail up to my thighs. My thighs. His appreciation of them made me shudder internally.

You know this isn't right. Get out of my body.

"Quiet, much?" he quipped with a smirk that twisted my features into an expression that didn't feel like mine anymore. "Guess I can't blame you. If I suddenly woke up with a body like this, I'd be speechless, too. Let alone your coach being the one inside it." His words dripped with cockiness. His hands moved to my chest, slapping my pecs with audible force, then pushing them forward. The smirk grew wider. "Solid. Damn solid."

That's my body, I growled in the recesses of my mind. Those are my muscles. Stop!

Coach cut me off by flexing my chest again, watching the muscle ripple in the mirror. "Let's see how hard this body works," he said with confidence that wasn't mine. "I'm gonna give it the best workout of its life."

My biceps bulged as he flexed them, the veins standing out like rivers on a map.

He twisted my torso side to side, admiring how the muscles moved and stretched. Then he leaned forward, putting his hands on my thighs. "Damn," he muttered to himself, feeling the strength in every inch. "You've got power in these legs, Henry. I've been wasting away in a tired, old body while you've been walking around with this gift. It's about time someone really put it to use."

You don't have the right, I snapped in my mind. My frustration built, but I couldn't move a finger. I could only watch helplessly as he stretched my arms over my head, the muscles rippling as he admired them in the mirror.

"You should be thanking me," he said, grinning. "I'm gonna make sure this body is in the best shape it's ever been. And who knows-maybe when I'm done, you'll appreciate what you've got. In the meantime, sit back and enjoy the ride. I know I will."

He slapped my abs with a resounding thud, chuckling as he did. My rage boiled beneath the surface, but it was no use. He was in complete control, and I was just a prisoner in my own body, forced to watch as he lived out his twisted fantasy of youth and strength.

I screamed internally, my voice echoing in the silence of my mind. This isn't over, Coach. Not by a long shot.

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The gym smelled of rubber and sweat, a sharp tang that felt all too familiar. But for the first time, I wasn't here to push my limits. I was here to watch-helpless -as Coach worked my body harder than I ever had.

Coach walked to the bench press, my footsteps heavy and purposeful. "Let's see what this body can really do," he muttered, grinning as he racked the barbell with weights. He didn't warm up -my muscles just didn't need it, apparently. Lying back on the bench, he gripped the bar and hoisted it, my chest muscles contracting and releasing like well-oiled machinery.

You're going to hurt me, I snapped internally, watching as the barbell rose and fell, each rep controlled and deliberate.

"Hurt you? This body's a machine," he responded, out loud this time. A smug chuckle escaped my lips. "You've got more in you than you've ever used, Josh. It's pathetic, really. All this potential, and you've barely tapped into it."

He increased the weight, my arms straining but managing the load. The sweat dripped down my forehead, but he seemed to relish it. The burn in my muscles that would normally have me tapping out only seemed to drive him further. "This... this is what it feels like to be young again," he muttered, more to himself.

You're going too far. This isn't your body to push.

But he didn't listen. He moved on to squats, my thighs trembling under the weight of the barbell as he pushed deeper and deeper into each rep. "These legs are beasts," he said, his voice filled with admiration. "You've been holding back, Josh. I'll show you what they can really do."

The session stretched on, each set leaving me more exhausted. Yet, he didn't stop. The treadmill was next, the pounding of my feet against the belt rhythmic and relentless. My lungs burned, my chest heaving, but he grinned at the reflection of my flushed face in the mirror. "This body's a work of art," he said, wiping the sweat from my brow with the back of his hand. Within seconds, my stamina replenished and my breath caught up- something only a super fit athlete could do apparently.

After what felt like hours, Coach finally ended the workout. My muscles ached, and I could feel the fatigue setting in. But he wasn't done.

The locker room was quiet, the hum of fluorescent lights the only sound as he stripped my shirt off, tossing it onto the bench. He stood in front of the mirror, running his hands over my chest and abs, the droplets of sweat catching the light. "Look at this," he said, flexing my biceps again. "You don't even appreciate what you've got, Josh. It's a waste on you."

Stop. Just... stop violating my body. It's just wrong and you know it.

Ignoring me, he stepped into the shower, the water cascading over my body. It felt strange to be this detached-to feel the warmth of the water but have no control over it. He tilted my head back, letting the stream wash away the sweat and grime from the workout. His hands roamed over my chest, my arms, lingering longer than they should.

"You don't take the time to admire this, do you?" he said, smirking again. "Well, I do."

The warm water pounded against my skin as Coach began to run his hands lower, over my abs, and down to my stiffening cock. I recoiled internally, shouting protests, but it was useless. "Relax, Josh" he said, his tone mocking. "You're just along for the ride. And trust me, I'm going to enjoy every second of it." he exclaimed as he gave it a few tugs and squeezes trying to clean all the sweat and grime while distracting me with awkward flashes of pleasure.

The rest of the evening blurred into a haze of routine violations. He ate, lounged, and later took my body through its nightly ritual-something I did in private, something personal. But for him, it was just another way to revel in control.

As I screamed within my mind, a dark thought crossed me: he wasn't going to stop.

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The day wound down, but I felt anything but relaxed. My body ached from the relentless workout Coach had put it through, and I wanted nothing more than to collapse into bed and sleep. But Coach had other plans.

As he stood in front of the mirror in my room, shirtless, the dim light reflected off the sheen of sweat still clinging to my skin. He traced his fingers along my collarbone, then down to my chest, his touch deliberate and exploratory. My pecs flexed instinctively under his fingertips, and he smirked at the reaction.

"Look at this," he muttered, tilting my head to get a better angle of my reflection. "Perfect symmetry. Strength. Power.... and you've been wasting this. You don't even know how to enjoy it. Josh, you've got no idea how lucky you are," he murmured, his voice softer now, almost reverent. "This body... it's perfect. Every muscle, every line. It's a privilege to feel this alive again."

It's not yours to feel. I seethed, though the anger in my voice felt weak compared to the exhaustion clawing at me.

Coach ignored me, of course. He moved to the bed and lay down, stretching out my arms and legs. My skin tingled as he ran his hands over my thighs, testing the firmness of the muscles he'd pushed to their limits earlier. A low sigh escaped my lips-his sigh, my body's involuntary response to the sensation.

Shut up, I growled, though I couldn't deny the truth. I felt everything he did, every brush of skin, every jolt of pleasure that coursed through my body.

His hands drifted lower, over the waistband of my shorts. "Relax, Josh," he said, his voice a mix of teasing and command. "This is part of taking care of the body, isn't it? You do it every night. I'm just... carrying on the routine."

He ran his hands down my chest, his palms brushing over my nipples, pausing there for a moment. A shiver ran through my body, and he chuckled softly. "Sensitive, huh? I didn't realize how horny your body was." His hands continued downward, over my abs, fingers gliding along the ridges of muscle.

The sensations were maddening. Every touch was amplified, a strange mix of his enjoyment and my own body's natural responses. My frustration only deepened as he reached the waistband of my shorts.

"This is all part of the nightly routine, isn't it?" he said, his voice almost casual. "Don't act like you don't do this yourself, Henry. I'm just... taking over for tonight."

I wanted to scream, to fight back, but there was nothing I could do as he slipped my shorts down, exposing more of my body.

The cool air against my skin was a sharp contrast to the warmth that spread through me as he touched areas I usually kept private. His hands were firm yet deliberate, exploring the contours of my body with a sense of ownership that made my stomach twist.

The sensations were overwhelming, each touch sending a wave of pleasure that I couldn't block out. My body reacted as it always did, responding to the stimulation despite my internal protests. Coach's breathing deepened, and I felt the warmth of his enjoyment mirrored in my own sensations.

"See, Josh?" he said, his voice low and satisfied. "It's not so bad, is it? Sharing this moment. Feeling this together."

This isn't right, I whispered in my mind, though even I could hear the weakness in my protest. The lines between my anger and his pleasure blurred as I was forced to experience everything through his perspective.

He took his time, savoring every moment, every sensation. The pleasure built steadily, a growing intensity that neither of us could ignore. My body trembled as he pushed it to its peak, and I could feel his satisfaction intertwining with mine, like two minds caught in the same wave of euphoria.

Don't-I started, but my protest was cut short as he slid my shorts down.

The cool air hit my thighs first, then higher, and I felt exposed in a way I never had before. He took more of a moment to admire my body, running his hands over my thighs, testing the firmness of the muscle he'd worked so hard earlier in the day.

"Strong legs," he murmured. "I knew they'd feel like this. All that power, right here." His hands moved upward, tracing the curve of my hips. The touch was slow, deliberate, as if he were savoring every inch of skin.

My body reacted against my will, heat spreading through me as his hands drifted lower. The sensations were undeniable, and I hated how my body betrayed me, responding to his touch with a tension I couldn't control.

"See, Henry?" he said, his voice quiet but filled with amusement. "Your body knows what it likes. You're feeling it too, aren't you? Don't bother denying it."

This isn't right! Please stop! I'm begging you. I shouted in my mind, but the words felt hollow, drowned out by the rising tide of sensation.

He took his time, exploring every part of my body with a mix of curiosity and reverence. His hands moved over my groin, firm but slow, and I could feel the pleasure building, impossible to ignore. The warmth of his touch, the rhythmic motion-it was overwhelming. My breath quickened, and so did his, our shared connection amplifying everything.

"You feel that, Henry?" he asked, his tone almost intimate now. "That's what it means to live in this body. To enjoy it, to push it to its limits. This isn't just about control-it's about experiencing everything this body has to offer."

The pleasure surged, building to an intensity that left me breathless. I hated how powerless I was, how my own body responded so willingly to his touch. When it finally peaked, the release was both a relief and a torment, the shared sensations leaving us both momentarily stunned.

When it was over, he lay there for a moment, breathing heavily. "That," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction, "was incredible. I haven't felt anything like that in decades. Thank you, Josh. Really."

I didn't respond. I couldn't. My mind was undergoing a strange, reluctant understanding of why he was so unwilling to let this go. The sensations lingered, haunting me as I wrestled with the conflicting emotions of shame, anger, and a grudging insight of why he was so drawn to my youth and strength.

As he drifted off to sleep, still in control, I lay awake, trapped in the confines of my own mind. The sensations lingered, haunting me as I wrestled with the conflicting emotions of shame, anger, and a grudging understanding of why he was so drawn to my youth and strength.

Days blurred together as Coach continued his routine of dominance over my body. Each morning, he'd push it harder than the day before-grueling workouts, shameless self-admiration, and nightly rituals that left me feeling more powerless and detached. The sensations were overwhelming, and the more he indulged, the more I felt a strange, creeping sensation that something was slipping away.

By the fourth night, as he stood shirtless in front of the mirror yet again, I could feel it. My connection to my own body felt weaker, as if my presence was fading into the background.

"You've been awfully quiet, Josh," Coach said, smirking as he flexed my biceps in the mirror. "Starting to accept it, aren't you? I can feel it. You're not fighting me as hard anymore."

I'm just... tired, I muttered weakly, though even I could hear the resignation in my voice.

Coach's smirk widened. "Tired? Or are you realizing how good it feels to let go? To let me take the reins? Face it, Josh- this body is thriving under my control. I'm making it better, stronger. You're just holding it back."

He ran his hands over my chest, his fingers tracing the curves of my pecs before sliding down to my abs. The sensation was electric, amplified by the strange connection we now shared. I could feel his pleasure intertwining with my own, and it was getting harder to tell where his feelings ended and mine began.

"This is what you've been missing," he said, his voice lower now, almost soothing. "You've been wasting this body, but I'm showing you what it's truly capable of."

That night, he didn't just stop at exploring the physical sensations. He pushed further, testing the limits of what my body-and my mind-could endure.

His touch was deliberate, almost hypnotic, as he guided my fingers along my body into a state of pleasure so intense it felt like I was dissolving into it. Unknown areas of my body was being discovered with a sense of curiosity. Coach tried everything until he found the perfect spot in me.

"You feel that?" he murmured, his breath heavy. "That's pure ecstasy, Josh. That's what it means to own this body."

It's still mine, I tried to protest, but the words felt hollow. The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave that drowned out my resistance.

Every nerve in my body seemed to light up, responding to his every touch, his every command.

And that's when I felt it-the shift.

Somewhere deep inside, something cracked, like a tether snapping. It was subtle at first, a faint pull that grew stronger with every passing moment. Coach's presence wasn't just occupying my body anymore. It was rooting itself into it, intertwining with every fiber of my being.

"What's this?" he said, pausing for a moment as if sensing it too. A slow, wicked grin spread across my face-his grin. "Oh, Josh... you're slipping, aren't you? I can feel it. You're letting me in. You're giving up."

No, I whispered, but it was barely audible now. My voice was fading, weaker than ever.

He chuckled, the sound low and satisfied. "Don't fight it, kid. It's inevitable. The more you submit, the more this body becomes mine. And let's be honest-you're enjoying this, aren't you? You're starting to see that I'm the one who truly belongs here."

The pleasure surged again, more intense than ever, and I felt my grip on my own body slipping further. My thoughts grew hazy, like I was sinking into a deep, warm pool. His emotions, his sensations -they were becoming mine. Or maybe it was the other way around. I couldn't tell anymore.

By the time the ritual ended that night, I was barely a whisper in my own mind. Coach posed in the mirror, my chest heaving as he caught his breath, a satisfied grin still plastered across my face.

"This is it," he said, his voice dripping with triumph. "This is where I belong. And deep down, you know it too. You're not fighting anymore, Josh. You're accepting it."

As I drifted into a dreamlike state, I could feel him solidifying his hold, like roots digging deeper into the soil. My consciousness felt like it was being absorbed into his, merging until there was almost nothing left of me.

The last thought I had before I faded completely was a terrifying realization:

Coach wasn't going to leave. Not ever.

[cherrysurf]

Tall blonde and evil! | Katsuki Bakugo x f!reader

chapter 6; eh your not bad.

Just like he said the chauffeur arrived on time, with everything honestly it felt kinda nice to be spoiled by a man since your lack of male attention was little to none you basked in the moment even if it was from your shitty boss. I mean like you said before, rude,ignorant and yells a lot but treats the people who work for him with respect. Even if you two bicker constantly it became the norm it was comfortable and neither of you took it to heart thinking about it made a stupid smirk grow on your face “why am i smiling over this blonde bastard” you say in your head slapping your face to wake you up from this delusion, luckily you arrived to the mall finally bakugou's chauffeur said to call him when you were ready to be picked you, you politely thanked him and headed out into the mall. “mmh a red or black dress…” you say in your head looking over the vast amount of stores seeing what would catch your eye you passed by prada before you could find a store for a dress and decided to get the professional work outfit done and out of the way you walked in a bit nervous about the whole situation “hi how can i help?” a nice lady in her mid 40’s who still looked youthful as ever and looked like she carried herself very well approached you with a smile “hi yes my name is yn im here for an appointment” you say smiling back “ah yes your with me come come darling” she says guiding you to the back of the store and leading you into a room with many options of office like clothes that were all in the dark gray, black color pallets. Your eyes scanned the entire room to admire how beautifully decorated and secluded it was “here miss yn i’ve had a few already picked out for you, if you don’t like any of these or need an opinion im right here to assist you” she says “i’ll bring you some tea for right now while you get started on trying on outfits” she continues “thank you so much, i really appreciate it” you say smiling “my pleasure” she says with a small nod making her way out the room. The first two outfits didn’t look quite right on your figure, bakugou’s shopping assistant walks back in as you finish putting on the third outfit “wow that one looks stunning on you” she says in awe “you really think so? i think it’s really cute too” you say looking at yourself in the mirror “yes i do. We have it in white if you’d like to try it on?” she proposes “uhm do you think he’d mind if i wore white to the interview?” you ask nervously “not at all i think it would look even better, here let me go get it for you” she says “oh- okay thank you again” you say you weren’t entirely sure if bakugou would get upset at you for wearing something that wasn’t specifically laid out but it was just a color change and clearly he trusted her enough so why not take her advice, and oh boy was she right it looked absolutely beautiful on you “i think this is the one” you say feeling confident “i think so too. It’s perfect and professional, you can change and i’ll get that all set for you” she says “thank you so much for your help today i see why bakugou trusts you so much your choices are amazing” you say happy “thank you i’m glad he’s an amazing customer one of my top clients actually” she says “that’s something new i learned about him today i guess” you say “he’s a man of mystery at first but becomes really easy to read after a while” she says with a giggle “come darling let’s go to the front now” she says you collect your things and you both head to the front, you pay and thank her for everything and she bids you farewell.

“Okay dress and heels now let’s do this.” you say trying to hype yourself up but the hard truth was you only found a nice pair of manolo blanhink hangisi kitten-heel satin slingback pumps that were perfect but no dress at all. “why the fuck is it so hard to find a dress” you groan after hours of being at the mall then it suddenly hits you, that one crimson red dress that your mother left for you and told you to bring when you moved out to the city because “you never know when you need a nice formal dress” she said i guess she’s right all along you decided that you were done and over with today and called bakugou’s chauffeur to come pick you up to head home for a much needed nap.

hopefully this long chapter makes up for all the short ones bye guys

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[the-scythes-pen]

Duality (Wriothesley x Reader)

A commission for a dear friend of mine with the prompt "gentleman in the streets, feral in the sheets" ♥

Warnings: fem!reader, pet names: baby girl, good girl, etc., filthy filthy smut ending with tooth-rotting fluff, I kinda went feral myself while writing this

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Wriothesley kisses the back of your hand like he worships you. Cups your cheek so gently and reverently, as if you were his queen and he, your king.

The way his eyes beheld yours made your heart flutter; the gentleness in his gaze and the smile on his lips spoke of his love for you- even as he whispered the words “I love you”, it was his expression and the way he held you while he said it that really made sure you understood he meant every word.

Truly, he was the perfect gentleman. It wasn’t uncommon for someone’s grandma or grandpa to see the two of you and remember their youth, when they were with the love of their life, and could recall that the way Wriothesley looked at you was exactly how they looked upon their own partner once upon a time. 

The question of when the two of you would get married was asked often; the old folk who would stop to comment on your fondness for eachother always wondering why it hasn’t happened yet. Of course, Wriothesley would laugh it off, immediately speaking to smoothly change the subject to draw attention away from how bright your face had gotten. 

Yes- everywhere you went, it looked like Wriothesley was the gentlest giant; so loving and sweet with you; your knight in shining armor.

Oh, if they could only see how you looked beneath Wriothesley’s large form.

The way your face scrunched up with tension and pleasure; the mewls you’d let out as his strong hips thrust into your own. 

The way Wriothesley looked at you now was nothing short of animalistic. Of ownership. 

“Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?”

You nod furiously as he continues to berate your poor pussy, feeling his breath fan over his cheek as his arms wrap around you gently.

“Then cum, sweetheart. Cum hard on my cock.”

Those dirty words send lightning to your pussy, and soon you were convulsing on his dick as he continued to rut into you; cooing about how much of a dirty slut you are for him. 

Sharp teeth would nearly pierce your flesh as the wolf growled into your neck; groaning so deeply as your tight walls clamped down hard around his member. Every movement made the bed creak; every moment you could hear the wet slaps of his body slamming so deep into you, tip spearing your cervix with every thrust.

“Gods, I…” Wriothesley’s voice was husky, breathy. “I love you so much…”

His cock twitched as he could feel his balls tighten. Every moan you had spilled for him hit him in that moment; every delicious whimper and plea you made had built him up to this- this desperate, feral beast above you. 

“‘M gonna breed you, love… Would you like that? Would you like me to breed you?”

“Wrio- please-” 

The grip he had on your hips left angry red marks on your skin; a reminder of just how much love and passion poured into his every movement.

Yes, Wriothesley fucked you like an animal. But he also fucked you like he loved you.

Every inch of his thick cock dragged against your slick walls; precum spilling from his tip as he pushed it deeper into your pussy with harsh and brutal thrusts. He smashed his lips against yours, feeling how his cock throbbed heavily within you, and he thought about how heavenly this was- like he wanted to do this every night for the rest of his life.

“Fuck, you’re so tight… just like that…”

He breathes against your lips, voice deep and rumbling as his sweat-coated forehead presses against your own. 

“Need to cum, baby- ‘M gonna cum for you, ‘kay? Gonna fill my babygirl up…”

The beast threw back his head with a guttural groan; his cock and balls twitching with release.

“P-please-!” Your desperate cry for his seed pushed his orgasm into overdrive; and suddenly every pump was spilling semen deep into your guts; pushing it farther and farther inside you with the voracity of a feral animal. He growled deeply as he filled you, hands gripping your hips so tightly that if you were lucid enough, you would be sure his hands would leave marks.

Your pussy clamped down repeatedly on his girth, milking it for every drop of essence he could spill. He lets out another low groan as he feels you tighten, your cunt made for his cock as his hips sputtered with their movements.

Oh, but he wasn’t done- not until you came too. Wriothesley was never one to leave the love of his life unsatisfied.

He grips your hips and lifts up your lower half, ensuring he can hit that spot deep inside you that made you arch your back and moan so deliciously for him- and once you were in that position, he moved one of his large hands to dexterously rub harsh, furious circles into your clit.

“Wrio-!”

You gasped sharply as your pleasure felt like it was about to burst, like you were about to burst. Wriothesley groaned again as he felt your walls flutter, and saw your face scrunch up in ecstasy.

“That's it, baby… that's it. Cum for me, cum for me, pretty girl…”

Despite his heaving chest and the way his cock ached with overstimulation, he was determined to feel you orgasm, and he picked up the pace of his thrusts once more; slamming his dick deep into you with desperation.

“I-I’m gonna- ngh-!”

You arched your back, pretty tits on display for him as he fucked you; clit swollen and pulsating with the furious beat of your heart. All while Wriothelsey coo’d at you, his voice husky and breathy as he told you how beautiful you were, how good you felt, how hot it was to watch you cum on his cock.

And soon enough, the tension inside you snapped, and a gush of fluids drowned the wolf’s dick in your release as you came. The sound of wet slapping echoed through the room as he continued to pound into you, fucking you thoroughly through your orgasm. 

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck-!”

And suddenly, it was all too much for your lover as well- his cock twitching violently within your tightness as he came again, his face burying into the crook of your neck as he continued to pump himself into you; his dick just barely spurting leftover cum into your guts.

All too soon, it was over- the both of you panting so, so heavily as you came down from your highs. The once noisy room was reduced to just the sounds of heavy breathing; the feeling of his sweat-slicked body pressed against your own as his arms slid around you, holding you tight against him.

“Gods- you feel so fucking good… You’re amazing…”

His lips press a sloppy kiss to your skin, and you whimper in satisfaction at the sensation. He continues to place kisses upon you, his heart swelling behind his firm, broad chest as he litters marks of love across your flesh.

“I swear… It was like you were made for me.” He groans. “I love you so much…”

His lips brush the corner of your own, and you’re quick to turn your head slightly to capture him in a loving, yet lazy kiss. It’s sweet, intimate, and you can taste the saltiness of sweat, but it doesn’t matter- nothing else matters other then the way Wriothesley holds you, the way he cherishes you and loves you unconditionally.

When the kiss breaks, he buries his face in your neck again, breathing in your scent as he holds you.

“Wanna do this every day for the rest of my life…” He murmurs. “...wanna fuck you and love you every single day…”

You can’t help the way your heart flutters beneath your breast; the way his husky voice sounds so loving and sincere- you know that in this fucked out state that he means every word he says.That the way he holds you is like the way a lover would hold their soulmate.

“...Marry me.”

He murmurs into your skin, pressing another kiss to the side of your neck.

“Let me make you the happiest woman on earth.”

“Wrio…”

Your eyelids are wide open at his words, despite how exhausted you feel; and your lover pulls away from you just enough to look down at you, and you see the sincerity in his expression.

“I’m serious.”

He takes your hands off of his neck, pinning your wrists on either side of your head to the mattress.

“Let me love you for the rest of our lives. I want to see you walk down that aisle- I want to treasure you and treat you the way you deserve.”

It’s unusually silent in the room after this, as your brain scrambles to process his words… scrambles to respond to him.

“Yes.”

Without a second thought, the word tumbles from your lips. And just like that, his lips come crashing down onto yours for a passionate, heated kiss.

Because, despite how this man fucked you like a feral beast- whether it was in the sheets or in a tucked-away alleyway, he was always a gentleman to you. Always loved you with his entire being. He always valued your words, your feelings, your love… and he was sure he would cherish you for the rest of your lives.

With your hand in his, you tamed the wolf. The savage beast of the Fortress of Meropide. The man who was undisputed in all of the underworld bent a knee only to the one he loved with all his heart. 

The kiss was broken with a soft gasp, the two of you breathing heavily once more from the intensity of your love. His touch was gentle as he brushed hair from your sweat-coated forehead, and his smile was even sweeter.

“My world, my love… my everything.”

He speaks softly, nuzzling his nose against yours as his steely eyes close in bliss, savouring your warmth and touch.

Wriothesley, the Wolf of Meropide, was a lovesick fool for you. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Kofi

[wishmaster]

I feel really bad for my grandpa as he spent so much of his youth working. I want him to experience what it's like to be a modern day twink.

I blinked and suddenly Grandpa was a young twink staring at me, the proper boomer was now sexy sporting a nose ring now. Plump lips as the granpa of old quickly disappeared, which actually changed my life as well since now he was no longer my grandpa. I turned around and within seconds I changed as well.

My body bulked up, my ass expanded as my wardrobe changed. I slapped my ass as I felt the changes go deeper as I lit up a smoke, staring at my new boi.

Fuck I was gorgeous now but of course I was I was a fuckin Dom compared to this twink ass.

Look at him, obsessed with my smell. Fuck he's got me so hard.

His ass was mine now, fuck can't believe this needy twink used to be my grandpa. Fuck so glad grandma married a better man, to help my genes become so superior to him.

I do know he's one hell of a good sub twink. Fuck hope he enjoys his changes just as much as I am.

[caustinen]

clegan drabble — chance encounter, first meeting, modern au

By the third time the guy makes his way over to the bar, Gale has to really work on not throwing his Coke bottle to the liquor shelf and start breaking stuff.

”Seriously man, are you sure we don’t-” ”No, we have not met before,” he responds as politely as he can through his teeth, “and no, I do not need company. And no, I will not go home with you. Excuse me.”

The guy’s drunken gaze falls to his lips as he talks, making Gale suspect he has not heard a single word he has said all night despite repeating himself over and over. The glassy eyes eventually turn back to his, and the man licks his lips as his expression morphs into a what he surely thinks is a seductive smirk.

”Come on, baby. Humor me a bit. Let my buy you a drink.” Gale exhales in frustration. The ick he gets from this man is ridiculous. ”I told you already, I don’t need a drink, I’d really just like to-”

He stops abruptly when the man takes a tight hold of his bicep. ”Hey, could you-” ”This hard-to-get act is getting old now, gorgeous.” ”I’m not-” The grip gets tighter, another hand reaches for his thigh, and Gale is about to get violent despite not wanting to get in trouble at their frequent spot when-

”Hi Buck, there you are! I’m real sorry I left you here all by yourself for so long, the queue to the toilet was insane.” A pleasant, carefree voice comes up from behind him. He turns to find a gorgeous smile on a gorgeous face he doesn’t recognize. The man’s smile is tense on a futher look, though, and his eyes are questioning as he lays a careful hand on Gale’s shoulder, clearly ready to pull back immediately if he gets any indication that the action is unwanted.

Gale exhales quietly again before covering the hand now on his shoulder with his own, immediately catching on. ”It’s okay.” It’s easy to slide away from the icky man’s grasp now, his surprise making him loosen his hold on Gale. Gale tries to avoid looking at him and accidentally leans closer towards the other man, his aura calming despite towering over Gale’s propotions in every direction. The man doesn’t seem to mind, still smiling from under his curls. ”Ready to go home, doll?”

Gale nods immediately. The drunk dude has been looking between them for a bit before his eyes land on the taller man. ”I’m real sorry mate, I didn’t realize he was-” The man’s face changes immediately when he looks away from Gale to the other guy, the youthful happiness turning into coldness that makes him look mature and strick. ”Yeah, whatever. Go home, sober up and learn some fucking manners, you fucking jackass.” With that, he’s gently leading Gale to the door.

He doesn’t let go until they are out of the other guy’s view, but he does drop his hand immediately as the door closes behind them. It’s probably the chill of the autumn evening and not the departure of the solid body against him that’s making Gale feel cold suddenly but it’s still unpleasent. ”Sorry,” the man says almost frantically, ”I didn’t mean to intrude but you were looking pretty miserable before he even showed up and when he got his hands on you-” The man sighs and shakes his head. ”Didn’t look like you were happy with it, somehow, so I just wanted to check on you. No clue where the fake boyfriend thing came from though, I’m so sorry if I-”

”Don’t be,” Gale says firmly, and the man immediately relaxes again, ”I don’t know why I froze like that, it was nice someone else de-escalated it like that. My friend went to argue with his boyfriend on the phone like 30 minutes ago and never showed up again so I was pretty pissed anyway.” The man nods, and the warmth Gale feels under his intense gaze shouldn’t feel this exciting, surely.

”Well then…” The guy lifts his arm and scratches the back of his neck, ”I don’t wanna take more of you’re time, I hope you’re oka-” Gale doesn’t think, in an unusual manner to him, when he interrupts him. ”I, eh, actually… I’d love to thank you somehow? Maybe buy you some late night dinner?” The man’s face lights up again, and Gale feels silly in a way he doesn’t often do.

”I’d love that. I’ll go tell my friends I’m leaving and meet you up here after?” ”Sounds good.” They stare at each other for a beat despite the words, and Gale swears he’s not blushing when he sticks his hand out jerkily. ”Gale Cleven.” The man smirks, his eyes turning to lines as it overcomes his face. ”John Egan,” he introduces himself as he reaches to shake his hand, ”but you can call me Bucky.”

[sourpeachsayshi]

(cw royal au; queen yuki x lady-in-waiting reader - dub con; wlw - use of strap; semi-public sex / minors, ageless and blank blogs dni) - read this for more context.

yuki's grip on your wrist is so strong, it makes your heart pound. the palace is lit up by only candles, and it's hard for you to see in the dark, difficult for youth be careful of her thick green robes trailing behind her. you're only wearing a sheer baby blue nightgown, made from the finest silk and lace, which was purchased by her majesty.

"my queen," you whisper, when she halts suddenly.

you both freeze as two guards patrol the hallway leading to throne room. your breaths are in sync as their footsteps disappear while they make their rounds.

she glances over her shoulder and gives you a cheeky wink.

your throat tightens uncomfortably. you can't help but think about the king - of what he would think knowing his wife wasn't in bed with him.

of him potentially seeking her out.

you enter the throne room, your footsteps echoing far louder than it needed to be. by the time you reach the throne, your body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

you fold your arms over your chest, a desperate attempt to hide your skin showing through the shed gown.

the palace gets so cold at night.

"your majesty..." you choke out, watching as she elegantly tucks her long blonde hair behind her ears and takes her seat with the natural authority that she claims.

"I wanted to show you something~" she seductively remarks angelically. she turns on her heel and finds her seat, her tall physique and the grandiose structure of the throne making you feel small even though you are merely a step down.

"an hour before sunrise?" you respond, hoping that your frustration doesn't come through.

she giggles, her fingers fiddling with the sash around her waist, and she slowly unravels her robe. "now that I am married, we don't get enough privacy anymore," she answers, "I have to make the time now"

"you need your rest," you insist, but a lump forms in your throat.

she really is the most beautiful woman in all the land. there is no denying that. the way her skin glows, the strands of her hair like gold strings. every feature on her face was perfect. sometimes it made you jealous looking at a woman so gorgeous, and other times you were smug knowing that her attention was in your favor.

she removes her robes slowly, the green fabric dripping onto the arm rests. her nightgown matches the cover, the ruching around the bust accentuating her tits. her hand roams over her stomach, and it was only then where you noticed a tenting poking up against the fabric. of her dress

your eyes widen, and yuki flashes you a sharp grin. she lifts the dress higher and higher, over the erect material to reveal a strap underneath. you've never seen anything like this before; only heard about it once through a piece of scandalous gossip regarding princess utahime & her most loyal knight shoko who serves her from another kingdom. you just assumed everyone made outrageous commentary about them only because of shoko's gender. but now...

you squeeze your thighs together. the harness is wrapped tight around yuki's muscular thighs, her eyes growing sleepy as she flicks two fingers in her direction. "come, sit."

it's not a request. it's a command. with shaking legs you walk up, her heart pounding against your ribs. yuki reaches for the pocket of her robe, pulling out a small jar of what appears to be oil. she pours it over the strap, her hand rubbing up and down the shaft like it's a member of her own. you climb over her legs, your eyes searching around the room in the hopes that nobody else can see.

"touch yourself first," she whispers, "you need to be wet."

you feel so ashamed, but you do it anyway, because serving her is all you have ever known. your rub yourself between your legs until your slick coats your fingers, before proceeding to align your entrance against the tip. "oh~my~god~..." you gulp, feeling the stretch as you glide down the strap, a sweet burn between your legs. you settle into the position for a few minutes, only to squeak when you feel a harsh slap against your ass. "up and down," she orders, her other hand digging into your hip and indicating you to rise. you follow her gesture, lifting yourself up before dropping back down against the strap. the pleasure making your stomach twist sinfully.

"there we go," she approves, her hands climbing up towards the neckline of your gown. her nails dig underneath the hem her grip pulling the fabric down to reveal your beasts.

she pinches your nipples hard, circling the pads of her fingers over the buds as you bounce on her strap. the sound of your squelching pussy like music to her ears. she starts moaning sweetly, humming and purring with approval. your cheeks burns, your hands resting against her shoulders for support. "my queen~" you meekly state, "w-what if-ahh...what if someone enters-uh-enters the throne room-..."

she pinches your tender nipples, making you hiss in response. the nonchalant expression on her face an indicator how little she cares. she hooks her fingers underneath your jaw, dragging you towards her mouth where she snags your bottom lip between her teeth and nibbles gently.

"so, you better cum before anyone shows up..." she responds with a lick inside your mouth, and before you know it she's deepening the kiss.

you move feverishly, bouncing up and down her length before the guards return from their patrol. you don't know how many minutes go by until you feel the snap in your belly, until your shuddering against her body as you moan loudly with relief.

her hands gently caress your spine, your hot breath against her neck as you come down from the orgasm. when you stand on your feet thinking that she's been satisfied, your shocked when you feel her weight push you onto the throne. your forearms rest against the plush cushion, your legs standing on the bottom step. "your majesty, please," you sigh, "the guards will be back...ohhh..."

the head of her strap pushes against your sopping folds from behind you, her hands firmly grab your hips as she starts thrusting from the back. your cheek falls against the cushion, your mouth partially open as small dribble of saliva falls from your lips and taints the queen's regal robe. the sound of skin slapping skin is loud and lewd. your body so pliable underneath her. you bite back a scream when you feel one of her hands reach for your clit, her fingers rubbing over it harshly as she squeezes the back of your nightgown to keep you in place. your brain and body go numb, a shiver ingsensation trickling up your thighs when you feel the pressure build far tighter in your lower belly. you choke out a sob, your vision going white when you cum harder this time. yuki pulls out, your slick sticking against your quivering thighs. when you manage to find the strength to look at her, she cups your cheek in her palm, and carefully leans down to kiss you sweetly on your lips.

"go back to your room," she commands, leaving you to journey the track back all on your own in your entirely fucked out state.

your so dazed, it makes you think that she wants you to get caught like this.

that she wants everyone in the palace to know that you are her dirty little secret.

[kings-highway]

who do you think from haikyuu would successfully find the fountain youth (and possible if they would/wouldn't drink from it / consequences) ⊂(◉‿◉)つ

this is so funny because this is clearly a direct result of my "couples that would/could bring each other back from the dead" post and I love that. please keep sending me ridiculous prompts

anyway yes here are the haikyuu characters that I think could/would be able to find the fountain of youth if they so desired. long post below lots of characters.

hinata: no

kageyama: no

yamaguchi: no

tsukishima: no and wouldn't even try

hinata, kageyama, yamaguchi + tsukki working together as a group: yes, I think they could find it and hinata would drink from the fountain and immediately it would be a problem for everyone involved because now he's young again but the rest weren't sure they wanted to and they'd start fighting and they'd probably at some point have to develop an underground cult to protect the fountain from others and guard it's waters and Hinata would be watching his friends grow older and realize they're all going to die without him and try desperately to convince them to drink as well and he'd succeed eventually but it would create a horrible mortal fear of them all to suddenly be put in a position to have to choose when they die and effectively create a scenario for all four of them that the only way out is suicide, even if that death is technically old age and because they would all have this terrible mental hurdle that cult they started would just spiral out of control into a terrrifying urban legend run by 4 old immortals

Asahi: no and he wouldn't want to

Noya + Asahi together: yes and Asahi would not want to. They would not drink from the fountain due to Asahi having several breakdowns over the idea of having to live forever and the fact that they don't really know what that means

Noya + Tanaka: no and they would try so hard it would be so frustrating for them

Daichi: Yes but it would be like a whole quest like he'd have to fully quit his job and commit to being an explorer and he'd probably find the holy grail before he found the fountain and by the time he got to the fountain he'd be like 85 and so old and just choose to not drink so that he can die in peace and be done

Suga + Daichi: Yes, but they wouldn't because despite the above if the words "let's find the fountain of youth" came out of Suga's mouth Daichi would immediately recognize it as terrible fucking idea and shut it down

Kiyoko: yes, but she wouldn't

Ennoshita: he already knows where it is but he's not telling

Yachi: no she's too afraid of bugs to go into any forest bushwacking to find it alone

Hinata + Kageyama + Yamaguchi + Tsukki & Yachi: Yes, and they'd manage to circumvent the previously stated disaster due to having even one goddamn braincell now

Oikawa: yes but I feel like he wouldn't independently decide to give up that much volleyball time he'd risk falling behind so he wouldn't go. Maybe if kageyama died young he'd pick up a second hobby like hunting for the fountain of youth

Iwaizumi: no the thought wouldn't even cross his mind

Oikawa + Iwaizumi: absolutely they could and Oikawa *would* drink from the fountain of youth and then experience the dire consequences of living forever young and becoming addicted to constantly revitalizing himself and Iwaizumi would live and die refusing to do such a thing and it would be tragic

Oikawa + Iwaizumi + Makki + Mattsun: no they'd get killed by one of the monsters on the path to finding it

Makki + Mattsun: no but they'd lie and say they did and trick everyone into buying their very expensive fountain of youth water and then go to jail for fraud

Kyotani: yes but by accident i don't think he'd know what he was looking at and just write it off as some stupid fountain and leave

Kunimi: yes but he wouldn't bother

Kindaichi: no and he'd spend his whole life trying to convince Kunimi to help him

Kunimi + Kindaichi: no because Kindaichi wouldn't be successful in convincing this to even happen

Yahaba: already drank from the fountain of youth once and is on his second life

Ushijima: no but he wouldn't even try

Leon: yes but he wouldn't even try

Semi: no and he would try so hard it would piss him off so badly

Yamagata: no, but he's only putting in like 10% effort anyway he's not sure it exists

Tendou: no he would find something much more dangerous and ancient on his way to it instead and that would cause all sorts of problems.

Ushijima + Tendou: yes and ushijima would keep him on track enough to avoid ancient secret evils and find the fountain. They would ultimately decide to drink from it together but they'd have minimal consequences because both of them would only drink enough to reset once and then leave it be, and use the second life to live a life together (presuming their first had been separated by continents, careers, and family pressures, but in this new one it's 80 years passed any expectations of them and they can just be happy for a lifetime and then die.)

Semi + Tendou: would be killed my some monster guarding the fountain so fast

Leon + Ushijima: Would talk each other out of trying to find the fountain and get breakfast instead

Taichi: thought he was going with the third years but got left behind

Shirabu: yes, and he would then live an ancient immortal life that would corrode his soul terribly over the centuries

Shirabu + Semi: yes and then they would live an ancient immortal life that would corrode their souls terribly over centuries

Goshiki: no and he thought he was going with the third years and got left behind

Goshiki + Ushijima: yes but it would be a terrible trip and neither would want to drink from the fountain and they'd just stare at it for a bit and then go home. pointless trip.

Kuroo: Yeah he could do it. He would probably drink without thinking it through and regret it immediately things would go bad for him

Kenma: Yes but he wouldn't bother

Kuroo and Kenma: yes, but they wouldn't go together unless something had happened that made them crave youth and in this case they would have a nightmare cosmic horror experience that torments them for the rest of immortality

Taketora: no and it would frustrate him because he knows Fukunaga knows

Fukunaga: found it by accident; drank from it by accident. sometimes visits for picnics. spends a lot of time thinking of riddles to hand off to the other haikyuu cast about where or how to find the fountain. Sorta of vibing with being an immortal riddle-giver.

Kai: yes but he's not going to

Yaku: no, he'd get frustrated along the way and just go home, this isn't worth his time

Kuroo + Kai + Yaku: no they'd die along the way. even if they could do it independently, as a group they wouldn't be stealthy enough a monster would get 'em

Lev: no! obviously not

Yuki: no and please don't ask him to he's scared

Inuoka: no, but he would try

Lev + Yuki + Inuoka: eaten SO fast oh my god no they wouldn't find it

Daishou + Mika: honestly they probably could but I could only imagine them doing so in a tragic fairytale kind of way so maybe just hope they don't decide to go

Futakuchi: couldn't find it

Aone: no, wouldn't be able to find it

Futakuchi + Aone: no, they'd fail. they'd try several times and never make it work.

Kogane: no, obviously not, he'd be so lost so fast.

Moniwa + Sasaya + Kamasaki: they absolutely would and then make like a weird bloodpact to never tell anyone else where this fountain is and Moniwa would be so distressed by this and his weird dramatic friends but he'd go along. I don't think any of them would actually drink it, though, Moniwa would talk them down from it. Kamasaki really thinks that water looks good though.

Hoshiumi: he'd try really hard, but no

Hirugami: yes he could.

Hirugami + Hoshiumi: they could do it and then drink from the fountain and they'd definitely abuse this power but I don't think ultimately anything terrible would happen except to their own mental health

Sakusa: yes I think he could find it but I don't think he even knows what he wants to do with it. Would have to make a pros and cons flowchart regarding whether or not drinking is worth it and then by the time he decided to go back to the fountain it would have disappeared as per the magic fountain rules.

Komori: would go with Sakusa the second time and then fully believe Sakusa was just making shit up when they can't find the fountain

Kita: could absolutely find it but has the wisdom to know the impermanence of life is what gives it meaning and would choose to not find it.

Atsumu + Osamu: would die in the middle of a forest eaten by monsters

Atsumu: would spend his life searching and trying to convince Osamu that "any day now he'll figure it out!"

Osamu: no wouldn't try

Alan: no, wouldn't try

Alan + Kita: yes and they'd have a very nice lunch under the shade of a nearby tree. Alan would suggest they drink from it and receive an 4.5 hour lecture on why that is not going to be happening.

Alan + Osamu + Atsumu: they would die in the woods by a monster

Kita + Osamu + Atsumu: they would find the fountain and there would be a great fight about whether or not they could drink from it. Atsumu would, ultimately, choose to drink from it and merely from fear of being separated from his brother by this kind of time and magic, Osamu would do the same. Kita would not. This would end badly for the twins, as they are now in the terrifying suicide-horror story and have to choose when to die and they would feed off of each other and really never grow wise enough to make that call. Kita would suffer most for the feelings of guilt of leading them there.

Suna: no he got lost in the woods before he even found the ancient magic forests.

Akagi: no he might try and then be embarrassed that he even tried.

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

ToA Fic Recs!!!

Tag List: @itscharliebabey

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE!

I probably forgot a LOT but these are the ones I tracked down via bookmarks and frantic searches upon realizing they Were Not bookmarked rip 😔

AND ALL ORGANIZED!!!! :DDD

OneShots

Apollo & His Kids

A Heart Heavy With Memories by @summerbummin

After reclaiming his godhood, Apollo visits his children often, and on one of those visits he tells them about their mortal parents. He shows them memories of their time together. And ends up reminiscing a little more than he bargained for.

How I Met Your Mother(s and Fathers) by NebuchadnezzarII

Around the Cabin Seven table, Apollo tells each of his six children how he met their parents.

Through The Son's Eyes by @literallyjusttoa

A journey through Asclepius' relationship with his dad, from Ancient Greece to modern day.

demand nothing less (than transformation) by tissuebocks

Dad is quiet for a moment, stroking her hair. Then, with a surge of his usual flamboyant excitement: “At what time is your date?” Kayla blinks. She pulls back a little to look at Dad. He’s still a little blurry from the tears, but she feels much calmer now. “He’s picking me up at six. …Why?” Dad’s eyes—cobalt blue—sparkle. Literally. “We’re going to dress you to the nines.” (or: apollo loves his daughter. he also loves fashion. even better is when the two intersect.)

@tsarinatorment

Can't Take My Eyes Off You

Naomi Solace is performing at a black tie event, and neither her son nor his boyfriend know much about formalwear. Day 2: Black Tie Event

Fatal Flaw

Every demigod had one, and every demigod had their trial where they had to face it head on and hope they had the strength to defeat it before it defeated them. Day 24: Injuries Beyond Healing

A Right To Emotions

Apollo had abandoned his son when he needed him, and the worst thing was that he’d never realised until Nico told him. Day 30: Forgiveness In A New Day

Childhood, Or A Lack Thereof

Demigods grow up too fast. Day 23: How long does youth last for?

Memories of Sunflowers

He first met his dad in a field of sunflowers. Day 2: Alone in a Sunflower Field

Shuttered Heart

Apollo loves fiercely and his losses hit all the harder for it. It's a trait his children inherit.

Daughter of Archery

If there’s one thing Kayla knows, it’s archery. Day 17: Perfection Is A Must

Apollo & Meg

Movie Night by @falconfrost

Meg and Apollo attend a midnight horror movie showing. Everyone likes clowns, right?

yesteryear by @m-arnie-xx

yesteryear (noun) — last year or the recent past, especially as nostalgically recalled; often a period in the past with a set of values or a way of life that no longer exists. Or, There is eighteen hours, thirty-five minutes, and nine seconds, between when Meg last sees Apollo, and when Artemis sends a sign to Camp Half-Blood to tell them that he has survived and defeated Python.

lesterlicious by apopcornkernel

yazz_ • 1 week ago This dude is straight up LARPing as the god Apollo or something 4.7K likes REPLY View 25 replies

Meg & Apollo's Highly Limited Roadtrip Playlist by Curioser

Fourteen hundred miles. Four radio stations. Two friends trying hard not to kill each other, or to acknowledge the fact that in less than a week, they may never see each other again. And Lizzo. So much Lizzo.

visions of beasts by UKULELEchildren

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the dark haze. A vague smudge of purple appeared. His cloak. “No.” I whispered. “You’re dead.” What would Meg have visions about?

Apollo & Olympus

Beneath the Rhododendrons by Lepidopterrain

Carefully, she slipped past the hyacinths that had popped up around the bush like a small protective wall. They'd been the only reason she'd looked down at that spot really, and noticed the flash of gold curls amongst the pinks, reds, and purples of the rhododendrons. Artemis let her fingers linger on the petals of one of the small little guardian flowers, just for a moment. She'd never been sure if her brother had noticed just how little control he actually had over hyacinths, for a flower that was supposedly 'his.' She suspected Demeter and Persephone knew, if anyone. But neither goddess had deigned to talk of such matters with Artemis. Perhaps for the best, Artemis wasn't really sure what she would've said if they had tried to bring the subject up. There's a very good chance she wouldn't tried to shoot one of them and then escape while they were distracted. Emotions weren't her forte. She was grown enough to admit it. 

@tsarinatorment

The Older Twin

Apollo could lie all he wanted, Artemis was the older one. She’d never felt that as keenly as she did now. Day 26: Missing You

Third Strike

Zeus loved Apollo, once. His favourite son, his golden child. His greatest threat. Day 19: And So The Sun Sets

Ancient Greece

A Sun's Forgiveness by @hazardous-lightdas12

“Mortals die Artemis,” Apollo whispers. “Their lives will forever wax and wane. Like the moon. The ebb and flow of Uncle Poseidon’s waves. But us. We are eternal. You must remember that.” Her brother sounds like he has said the words to himself too many times. – Apollo does not scream when the lightning bolt strikes him. -- Alt Summary: Fathers make mistakes sometimes. Hippolytus’ father has made the teensy, easily understandable and forgivable mistake of beheading his son due to unproven and untrue allegations. Artemis grieves. Apollo tries to make everything all better, and somehow ends up making everything worse. . Zeus is so good at daddying! Admetus worries about the logistics of cow-herding

Of ravens and songbirds by Cassiethewriter

The godling whimpered and fought, and Python refused to let the hiss of frustration fall out. “Quite understandable, too.” He said, coils growing tighter and making the godling cough again. “Poor fair Leto being hunted by the issued Hera, the Queen of Olympus and the only child raised by Rhea. You heard of Leto’s suffering from day one, and sought to bring justice to it. Very brave and god-like.” Python snorted again. “But I’m afraid this is where you myths start— and end. Right here, right now. Like a moth to the sun.” Or, The battle with Python.

Phoenixrising007

Party On Olympus (gone wrong)

Mother’s hand was holding onto him firmly. Probably to stop Hermes from running down the hall and around the finely carved pillars decorating the sides of the palace. Despite the fact that if he were a mortal he would not even be walking yet, he already got himself into trouble recently.

Puppies (and why they can fix anything)

"Aww look at the puppy!” He raced forward, voice an octave higher than usual. As is normal when speaking to such an adorable creature.

Apollo & His Lovers

Naomi Solace

thinking about it, had a breakthrough by @thesungod

“I’m Naomi Solace!” “Okay?” “The singer?” Fred shakes his head, a smug smile on his lips. “Never heard of you.” “As Long As The Sun Shines? It was number 1 on the billboard for like, a month!” Hating herself, she starts mouthing the melody. There’s no way this asshole doesn’t know her stupid song. Naomi Solace meets an arrogant, young producer that she really wants to kick in the balls. Unfortunately, he seems to know what he’s doing.

Solar Powered by @curseofdelos (:D Glad to see you reblogged this hehe here's a tag :3)

Apollo, god of music, was how he had introduced himself. Naomi had assumed he was joking, and he didn't correct her. She had dated musicians and poets before. They all had an ego, and those same words would not have felt out of place from either of her exes. She merely downgraded Apollo from potential boyfriend to potential fling, and didn't think twice about it. Now though…. Now her son could heal wounds with a single touch, and her world was tipping on its axis.

Daphne

Plaything of the Gods - Daphne's Story by @the-primordial-archivist

When Apollo finally decided to wear a crown, it was her leaves that topped his head. But it wasn’t just he who wore her branches. Winners had her leaves on them too. Laurels. The symbol of victory.

Hyacinthus

You make a fool of death with your beauty (and for a moment, I forgot to worry) by @ukelele-boy

Sometimes as a god you lose track of time. With all his prophetic powers, Apollo never saw it coming.

His Flowers byshotar1s

Meg notices her servant, Apollo, is quieter than usual. Oh, the flowers in his hands explain why.

Frey

I Woo The Asgardian Hipster God by ladanse

"Another time, in a Stockholm tavern, I met this god who was smoking hot, except his talking sword just would not shut up." -The Hidden Oracle, Rick Riordan

(sidenote: WE NEED MORE FREYPOLLO)

REVOLUTION

Conversations (regarding a certain half-brother) by Phoenixrising007

Walking out of the council meeting Ares did his best to make sense of what just happened. Apollo was there. Back just like Athena said he would be. She won the blasted bet. Again.

@tsarinatorment

The Sun

Apollo plays the role of an idiot well enough that often, it’s forgotten that he’s one of the most powerful gods - and one of the most wrathful. #140: Setting Heaven on Fire

Seven Days and Seven Nights

A warning, a storm, and Will’s world gets flipped upside-down. Day 11: Storming

MultiChaps

Secrets of the Sun by @sierice and beta'd by @ukelele-boy

“No, that kid is too similar to me… way too similar... Almost like he’s…” Apollo’s eyes widened. “Like he’s you from the future?” Persephone finished. Dionysus asked incredulously, “You don’t seriously think that right? There’s no way you would ever dare to look like that!” --------------------------  This is literally just a Trials of Apollo reading the books fic. Hope you enjoy!

time eats all his children by IzzyMRDB

There is something sickly in the passage of time. Time is a rot. A disease or a plague, a festering in your very being that blurs the past until it is tainted with the present. Until the present is tainted with the future. The Greeks were well aware of this sickness, for all their depictions of time, while divine, were also rotted. AKA Apollo is the god least touched by the passage of time, yet the one most affected by it. There's so much of the present that he could change. AKA Time Travel with Post-TOA Apollo

Flowers For Apollo by @soleil-in-retrograde

As far as Lester Papadopoulos was concerned, he was seventeen years old and lived at home with his elderly mother just outside of Tampa. He had a(n older? younger? twin?) sister who visited regularly and a baby sister(?) in California who called him her dummy and would help out with his mother's garden when she visited and he was teaching piano to. He also had a myriad of cousins who went to a camp up north he wrote constantly. He didn't know what he wanted to do with the life stretching in front of him. ----- The God Apollo has a bad habit of not telling people when something is wrong. It doesn't help he doesn't quite remember until it's too late. It's not his fault.

Over The Palisade by @aeithalian

This was an old dream. He’d had it many times before. Jerry, standing before the Roman Senate.  Mars, waving his hand. A lyre, appearing on Jerry’s arm.  Jerry’s prophecy: “Crowns will fall to ash.”  Jupiter, standing between the new augur and a towering statue of himself.  Apollo, standing between his father and his son.  Olympus, Apollo on his knees, trembling, electricity jumping over his arms. A stranger’s face, dark and stony. He says something, but the words are quiet.  The doors of the Palace of the Sun. Chained shut.  Or: Apollo has been missing for two and a half years, and there may or may not be an impending apocalypse.

Sunrise by IcyDreams_and_FieryWishes

At 10,000 years of age, Apollo falls to Chaos. With the last of his strength, he sends his memories through the fabric of Space-Time. At 1 day of age, Apollo refuses to let the story be the same as last time. Vi Va La Revolution. SkyFall: Season 1, Arc 1- The Rising Sun. In which Apollo lives through his early life, forming alliances and rewriting mythological history while striving to keep his siblings and family safe from threats outside and within their home. Will he succeed? Or will Fate prevail once more? One thing is for sure, Apollo remembers. And he will take his vengeance.

@tsarinatorment

THE MUST-READ Eclipse!!!!!!

According to the prophecy, Will has to go to on a quest to Tartarus. According to Apollo, that isn’t going to happen, even if it means he has to break the Ancient Laws.

The Stolen God is a ToA/MCatGoA crossover!

Python is defeated. The prophecies are restored, and Nero has fallen. Apollo has not been seen since. His trials are over; why isn’t he back on Olympus?

@flightfoot

Memories of Godly Selfishness

Chapter 1: Apollo and Meg watch Apollo's interactions with the demigods (and Grover) in Blood of Olympus and the Singer of Apollo. They don't like what they see. Chapter 2: Apollo, Meg, and Percy watch the fight with Otis and Ephialtes in Mark of Athena. Apollo gains new perspective on gods’ relationships with demigods. Chapter 3: Apollo, Meg, and Annabeth watch the final battle against Kronos and the aftermath, with a surprise guest later on. Chapter 4: Apollo and Meg watch “Welcome to Camp Half-Blood”. Apollo gives a long over-due apology. Chapter 5: Side Story - Satyr School: Apollo teaches some young satyrs. Chapter 6: Apollo, Meg, Thalia, and Will watch Thalia's and Luke's encounter with a certain son of Apollo.

A Convergence of Apollos

Percy had been hoping for a quiet afternoon celebrating Grover's birthday with him. Then Apollo arrived, and their peaceful afternoon got a lot less peaceful. It got even weirder when two kids popped out of thin air who both seemed to know him.

@falconfrost

Apollo & The Aftermath

The Roman emperors and Python have been defeated, the oracles reclaimed, and Apollo restored to godhood. He's having somewhat of a hard time adjusting to being back among the gods, which is understandable after his six-month grow-a-conscience speedrun. But something else is rotten in the state of Olympus, and before it can really feel like home, it's going to require some serious renovation.

The Tail of A Pollo

The hunt for the Teumessian Fox hasn't been going great, but thanks to a new prophecy (of sorts), it looks like Apollo may be key to aiding the Hunters of Artemis in the beast's defeat. In like, a super badass, heroic way, of course. Actually, on second thought, maybe just imagine the monster's defeat in your head. You definitely don't have to read this. I'm certain you get the gist of it already. You can simply exit this tab real quick, no biggie. Have a lovely day!

Bad Sons by @thesungod

Hades turned to the demigods that were still kneeling. “I need to speak with Will Solace,” he said to the shocked room, in the tone he could have used to say “I came to ask if one of you could lend me a pen.” “Alone,” the god added after a moment, staring right at Nico. Or, Will and Nico go on the stupidest quest ever. And it’s all Apollo’s fault.

Curioser

Fall of The Sun

Five times Apollo fainted and one time he didn't.

The Trials of Apollo: The Forgotten Acres

When their truck breaks down on the way to New York, Apollo and Meg get a few days of downtime in a refuge called the Forgotten Acres. While there, Apollo confronts a decision he's been putting off for weeks, and finds that it's one of the hardest choices he's ever had to make.

RavenWingDark

Kill The Sun

Even restored to godhood, Apollo still wants to be around his friends and mortal family, even at the risk of Zeus'...dissatisfaction. This is the four times Apollo got away with helping his demigods and the one time he didn't.

Mourning Sun changed my brain chemicals

Percy has the Chalice and all he has left to do is hand it over to Ganymede. Then he notices Ganymede might not be the only one being mistreated by Zeus. Apollo's at brunch, too.

Series

the grace of gods is a grace that comes by violence by @californiannostalgia

Were I That Burning Star, the first fic in the series, is an absolute Must Read imo

An old panic gripped me—the breathless fear of being forgotten, being lost. Would anyone remember me when I was gone? Would someone think to lay a flower down on my grave and say some fond nothings like, “Was a pretty cool guy, that Lester,” while wiping off a single dramatic tear rolling down their cheek? Oh, who was I kidding. So what if no one remembered? There wasn’t much I was proud to be remembered by anyway. After defeating Python and bringing down Nero, Phoebus Apollo reclaims his godhood. He is glorious once more. But for some reason, he can't quite make himself go back to how things were before. (A Character Study of Various Gods, including but not limited to: Apollo, Artemis, Hermes, Aphrodite, Ares, Athena, Hephaestus, Dionysus, and maybe Zeus)

Gods' Eye View by @flightfoot

Carefully, I picked out Apollo’s string. It glowed vibrantly, as the strings of all divine beings do. Mine most brilliantly of all, of course, though Apollo’s always seemed to be trying to outshine it. I firmly grasped hold of it, matching its own glow with my own. Slowly, I exerted my will, my power, pressing my radiance against the manifestation of Apollo’s, slowly increasing my light until it overpowered his. Yet, it resisted me, its glow strengthening, refusing to surrender. I grit my teeth. “I am Zeus, King of the Gods, and your father. Submit to me.” ----- Zeus tries to turn Apollo into a mortal. It does not go as well as he expected. That only incenses him further.

The Hidden Oracle+1 spin-offs by @garecc

Artemis falls to earth with Apollo in the hidden Oracle. Flames streamed off her body as she fell. Features sibling banter, protective Artemis, and far too many headcanons. ON AN INDEFINITE HAITUS.

rip hiatus😔

Memories of Dust and Gold by @moodyseal holds lots a variety of fics!

Companion Fics

The Healing Sun by ReadTheBooks. Companion to Eclipse

You are Asclepius. You are 9 and just want to help people. Your father is kind, and warm, and you love him dearly. Or, a look at a relationship hindered by loss but persevering through love. Asclepius and Apollo throughout the ages.

Other, But During ToA

A Single Drachma by @tsarinatorment, podfic by @stereden

Alone. Injured. Hunted. Michael doesn’t know where he is, but he knows he’s running out of time, and he’s only got one shot at calling for help. He’s got to make it count.

In Dreams by @m-arnie-xx

Zoe did not like Lord Apollo. He was too arrogant, too vain, and flirted with her and her fellow hunters incessantly. He always appeared in their camp at the most inconvenient times, offering archery tips that no one wanted and being a persistent source of annoyance to Lady Artemis near constantly. Zoe did not like Lord Apollo, but sometimes, when Zoe asked a Hunter how they knew something they couldn’t have possibly found out by themselves, and they told her about their dream, she would look up at the sun, and she would wonder… or Zoe did not get demigod dreams… until she did.

Hunger Games AUs

Bloody Eclipse by AmeliaAndreas3

The Sun Must Go On by @please-help-this-little-lesbian

The Golden Gates by SAM_42

Still The Mockingjay Won't Sing by SunnySky_11

The Copollo Masterlist - Collection of Ao3 & FF.net fics of Apollo & Commodus </3 Trainwreck beloved

And of you'd like, my fics:

The Works of Apollo - Canon Compliant Fics!

Alder's Mess of ToA AUs - AUs!

Adventures in (Grand)Parenting: Featuring Koios - My obsession with Koios spawned this!

The Crew of Dodona - Pirate AU! Random fic ideas written whenever the itch strikes!

[keruimi]

The Love I Strived For

Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader

Warning: Comfort, slight Angst

Note: No words, too proud of this. My haikyuu fan side is kicking again so I decided to look back at the character that snatched my heart. I Hope you all love this the way I did. 🤍

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"If she just knows how lucky she is to be close with Sakusa-san"

"To be like her..."

"Can we blame him, she is talented like him."

"She is so lucky..."

"Can I just be her?"

Those were the whispers I always hear the times I walk down the hallways, no matter where I am.

Sakusa's friend

The Woman who was his only exception.

Those words fill my heart with bitterness.

Because of the word 'friend'

They were right, I am talented like him. I am the best setter in the country. I am beautiful. My grades are still stable.

But our relationship will always still be in the so-called friendship.

Love is not his first priority. He could careless about it.

But I started to love him. A great Ace with a humble personality.

He should ask himself why I can't stop loving him.

Love that bloomed when we first met in the youth center for aspiring volleyball players.

That was the start of our story, of our friendship.

But never our love story.

Because no matter how perfect I am, no matter how much we are perfect in the eyes of others, I knew that feeling of acknowledgement would only stay as friends.

I could never ask for more no matter how much I wanted to.

Sakusa Kiyoomi

He was perfect. He has everything I wanted in a partner who I can spend my life with.

He has looks, he is a great player, he is a hard worker, and no matter how great a player he is, he was never prideful about it.

I love everything about him.

But our moments are always like acquaintances. I could never pass that line no matter how many years it has already been.

"I want you to love me. And I'll prove why I'm worth it"

That was the promise I declared wholeheartedly in our elementary days.

But he still feels so distant to me.

He acknowledged me, my love and talent. But never love anything I offered to him.

How am I lucky?

When my efforts seem to go to waste.

How can he love me?

"Senpai" a first year member of our team called out for me when she started to notice I was zoning out that made me look at the match in front of me.

A match where he lost the chance of being a consecutive champion.

I felt tears build up from my eyes when I saw the school's male volleyball team lose the rights to fight for the spot in the championship.

I hate it.

"Senpai... Let's greet them"

She tugged my sleeves like she is urging me to walk to greet the boys and I let my feet follow them.

And standing in front of him feels oddly cold.

So close but feels so far.

Maybe because of the bitterness I felt for him. But I can't blame him especially when it never occurs to him for loving anyone at all.

Right now I don't have the right words to say to him.

"I'll bring the victory to you"

Until those words left my lips.

That is a promise.

I love how his eyes gaze on my own before he nods in acknowledgement and proceeds to go to the locker room to wash up.

I silently yearn the moment he would finally love my efforts. The time where he would realize I am really serious about pursuing him. The moment he will feel proud of me.

I want to see the time where he would smile at me.

Because I just didn't wish for it. I worked for it.

I put sweat and tears to practice. To be a better player, match to him.

I work hard just to be seen. And I would never let go of this chance now that I am in the National Stage.

I'll bring the trophy to him.

I can hear the cheers in the stadium the moment I arrive at the end of the second set with us being in the losing end.

Because my body suddenly shut down from the quarterfinals we won yesterday.

Now that we are in the semifinals, I would not let the same bad luck be the reason why Itachiyama lost.

I am the female volleyball team's setter, the mastermind of every play. I don't want to lose therefore I can't leave.

26-25

The other team won the first set and on the lead on the second set.

The pressure was intense.

Especially when the coach immediately entered me in the game as I stood at the back.

This is my last chance...

I can't give up.

I'm not like his other fans who just wish and dream. I worked hard for it until I was deserving of it.

At this time, I want to be known by the world.

That I am the woman he should be proud of.

Those thoughts made me snatch the second set we almost lost.

Because I promise...

And I didn't realize that the match had finally ended, giving us the ticket to fight for the championship.

The time has finally come...

This is the chance I needed...

"I'm so close. So close"

Yet the night before the final day, my fever spiked up that I can barely breathe.

That's the day where I need to decide whether to play or put my health first.

But it was my dream. Not only for him but for myself too.

That's why my fever was left untold to my team members. Was kept as a secret to the coach.

Because I need to be in the court. At this moment, I need to be there.

That's why no matter how warm it was, no matter how dizzy I got, I kept going without looking back.

Because I finally decided that I will clutch the gold medal.

For our school, for our team, for our hardwork, and for him.

Even if I badly want to end it. I need to keep holding on to it.

Keep surviving.

Until we finally manage to take the last set we need to win.

That was the only time I got to breathe.

I felt my team embrace as we all fell to the ground in happiness.

Tears spill in my eyes as I finally got to laugh genuinely.

I did it

We did it!

Until the numb feeling of my body reminded me of the thing I chose to ignore.

After a few moments of celebrating, we handshake with the other team and while heading to the bleachers to take our supporters.

I felt the captain's hand on my back.

"Thank you because you keep going" she whispered as a small smile lifted from my lips.

"I have no regrets"

We bowed and thanked our supporters as I heard their cheers.

We didn't disappoint our school.

I looked up and saw the male volleyball team looking at us.

While his gaze was focused on me. I felt tears build up from my eyes as I showed a smile.

I was so happy, so happy I did it.

My happiness was immeasurable when I saw how his eyes seemed to rise a little that made my tears fall from my eyes.

Did I do it?

Did I finally make him smile.

My happiness was cut off short when my vision turned black. My own body is finally giving up on me.

It finally reaches its limit.

I started to wake up when I felt the cold towel on my forehead.

And his presence was the one that greeted me.

My eyes looked around and I saw I was in my hotel room and he was the one beside me.

"I'm sick Sakusa..."

I managed to stutter out before I felt the tiredness in my body.

"I know" he stated before he poured me a glass of water and set it on the side table.

He took a hold of my hand before he made me sit up. "You should drink"

He told me as I held the towel in my forehead and took the glass of water he was offering to me.

I drink all of it before setting it on the side table.

"Why are you the one with me?" I asked him before I removed the towel first so I could tie my hair up.

"Should I leave?"

He asked that it made me stare at him and saw he was wearing his mask as usual that made me sigh.

"It's just unusual for a person like you" I mumble as he took the comb before I managed to reach it.

"Let me"

I froze as I felt him touch my hair.

"Your actions are making me have second thoughts if you are really the Sakusa I know"

"Kiyo" I heard him mutter that made my breath hitched from his words.

"This is the only thing I can do" he started as I cherish this moment he was combing my hair for me.

"For a woman who almost risks her life just to not disappoint me" My heart warmed from his words as I looked over him through the mirror.

And I saw how my eyes turned glossy at that moment.

"You did a very dangerous thing there that your fever spikes up to 40°C" he continued before he put my hair in a ponytail.

"Never do that again"

I smiled at his words as I just decided to lean on the headboard so I can have more time to talk to him properly.

"I told you didn't I?" I finally spoke up the moment he took a seat on the end of the bed near me.

"I want to be worthy of a man like you. I want to bring the gold to you" his eyes found mine as I lift a small smile.

"Did I manage that? Those were the questions that first popped into my mind the moment we finally won" I breathlessly mutter as I played with my hands but not breaking off the eye contact from him.

"But only Sakusa Kiyoomi can answer that"

I felt how his eyes gloss a little that made me take a hold of his hand.

"Did I finally become worthy of your love?"

"The world made me feel average no matter how great I was" he managed to utter as I felt his hand tighten his hold on mine.

"Only you made me feel special"

"So Thank you"

"I really love you Kiyo" I stated clearly as I saw how thankful he was from how he gazed at our hands holding each other's palm.

"You made me start to treasure someone like you, Y/n"

And I can finally say without any hesitation.

That the first chapter of our love story officially began.

At the End of Spring Interhigh