#i want to summit him like a mountain

[david-tennant-in-chairs]

He knows what he's about

[bluberryfields]

It's my birthday, so here's a bunch of David Tennant gifs I've been hoarding like a very thirsty dragon

[bluberryfields]

😳

David Tennant and Catherine Tate as the Fourteenth Doctor and Donna Noble from Wild Blue Yonder

for Tennant Tuesday (or whatever day this post finds you)

[envy-of-the-apple]

Dark! Gojo Satoru x reader (Soulmate Au blurb)

(warnings: dark content, implied kidnapping, implied noncon, masochism)

I really like the idea of soulmates in the JJK world. They're rare, but the reason why they're so coveted is because they are the only person in the world who is immune to their soulmate's cursed technique. 

Being Gojo's soulmate would be like hitting the jackpot, at first. You're a regular person, with no cursed energy. Maybe you and Satoru's hands bump into each other while you're at a cafe, grabbing your respective drinks. To you, it's just an accident. You apologize, make your way out. 

To him, it's like submerging himself into an ice bath. For the first time in years, someone had gotten past his limitless technique. It was so unexpected, and real, and so warm.

Your hands were warm. 

It's the thrill of it that gets him first. The unexpected. No one's ever come close to him. He is the summit of the mountain. The strongest. And yet, there you were, effortlessly able to bypass his barriers without even trying. With women, with Geto, he'd always have to turn his technique off. He'd have to let them do something to him. You could do anything to him, and his powers wouldn't even stop you. You could kick him, punch him, bite him. Anything you wanted, and for once, he'd be powerless to stop you.

He can't detect you with his six eyes. It makes the hunt even better when he catches up to you. It's days of stalking and harassment and the touching that finally makes you snap and slap him. 

It hurts. 

It hurts and he fucking loves it. 

He already made up his mind days ago, but this only cemented it. When he finally takes you home, to his bed, it's euphoric. You scratch and bite and scream and hurt him over and over again. Hours later, when you've passed out from sheer exhaustion, he has more bruises than you do. They'll fade eventually, but that's okay. 

You could always make more. 

[xoxochb]

⋆·˚ ༘ * to love a soul

warnings: none pairing: cupid! percy jackson x psyche! reader a/n: I’m so genius for this tell me I’m a fucking genius

the most beautiful girl in the village, praised yet never loved. your looks claimed to be more appealing than even aphrodite herself. if this was the case then how come you couldn’t find love? how could your sisters less seductive than you find husbands and start a family while you’re left better admired from afar?

many boys approach you. they only want one thing, you know if it but you wouldn’t allow it. you yearned for love, true love. It was a shame they could not feel the same for you. your sister, calliope enters your family home, a smirk on her lips. she walks over to your sitting self

“It is sad that you sit at home”

you continue cutting your vegetables, your eyes not once being taken off your knife. when you stay silent in return your sister continues speaking, “you are of age for a husband. it is pathetic you take care of the house yet you have nobody to take care of”

“If you came here to insult me then leave. I am busy”

“you should be busy finding a husband. many boys have told me of their love for you, why won’t you let them love you?”

you sigh and place the knife down, forcing yourself to face your sister. “they do not love me. they only wish to bring me to bed”

“this is why you will not find a husband. you are a disappointment to the family” your sister remarks before returning to her bedroom

you avert your eyes back to your previous task and wait as the rest of your family trickles in for dinner

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aphrodite was unhappy. how could a silly girl possibly have gotten more compliments on her looks than the very goddess of beauty? she would not allow this, she would never allow this

“perseus!” she calls from her throne. soon after a dark haired boy appears

“you called?” percy asks, standing before his mother

“my dear have you heard of the beautiful mortal? the one who is dared to be compared to I?”

percy shakes his head. “no, mother”

“well now you have. I would like you to make her fall in love with the most vilest of men, will you do that for me, my dear?”

the love goddess takes her son’s face in her hands as he agrees to her request. she kisses his forehead gently

“thank you, my dear. do not make me wait”

“I will not mother”

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your father was angry. at your grown age you should have been married with children by this time and it was unfortunate that such a lovely girl had not chosen anyone yet. he seeks out help from the oracle of delphi. apollo had told him that you, dressed in a black dress should be brought to the summit of a mountain to be left alone. a winged man would arrive and take you as his wife

your father returned home late in the night and woke you from your slumber, in your groggy state you sit up

“father? what is it?” you take notice of his worried demeanor, yours beginning to appear similar

“you must leave”

your brows furrow. “what do you mean? It is late”

“I have gotten news you will meet your husband”

“husband?”

“yes, yes, come”

your father grabs your arms and hauls you up from your bed. “you must wear a black dress, do you have any of the color?”

“I do”

“then hurry. I will be waiting”

he hurry’s out of your room and you’re left alone again. you scavenge through your dresser until you come across a dark dress and quickly you change into it. you scurry out of the house and before you know it you’re left at the summit by yourself. you sit on the ground and wait, soon falling back into slumber

when you wake the sound of clear stream fills your ears. your eyes open met with gold columns, silvers walls, and floors of precious stones. a god’s palace it must be. you stand up, seemingly dressed in a silk nightdress. your fingers trace the delicate walls, admiring the beauty of the room when a voice speaks to you:

“the palace is for you. do not be afraid. take a bath and we will honor you with a great dinner”

you turn to find the body belonging to the voice but nobody is near. you frown and take notice of the bathroom door opening on the opposite side of the room. you look back once at the wall and head to the bathroom for your bath

when you finish another dress is settled onto the bed, a soft shade of pink. you assume whomever the voice belonged to must have left it out for you. you clutch your towel closer to your skin and look around again, seeing no one before dressing and leaving to the dining room; a beautiful feast had been set up for you. that evening you ate well that night and went to bed with a full stomach; sleep came easy to you

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a kiss to your shoulder woke you up. your eyes flutter open, but nothing is to be seen

“I am sorry for waking you” the voice says and you feel lips on your shoulder again

“who are you?” you whisper into the darkness

“your husband”

“you are a god?”

“yes”

you roll on your back eager to face him but you’re met with only dark; you pout. the god takes your arm in his grasp, and starting at your fingertips he kisses up your arm, your neck, your jaw, then connects your lips. you sigh in contentment but the kiss ends too soon

against the lips of the god you inquire, “will you come back?”

“I will never leave”

you smile. when even the god leaves you can’t help the warmness permanently staining all your systems

the following nights the god visits you while you slept (although you woke every time). though you never did see the appearance of your lover. the more time you spent at the palace the more you admittedly missed your family. you ask the god to have them visit, he replies saying they are allowed to visit but you aren’t to be influenced by them or your relationship would suffer a great deal

the visiting of your sisters was unpleasant, envy radiating and pooling out with ever word. they admired the palace, jealous you had gotten treated better than they ever could have. when they were leaving the played a trick on you

“do you know what I heard, sister?” calliope asks you

“what?”

your other sister, amalthea speaks, “he is a monster. that is why he doesn’t allow you to see him”

calliope nods in agreement “yes, how could you sleep with such an awful creature?”

“he is not” you defend

“have you seen him?” asks amalthea

you shake your head

“very well. we will be leaving now”

ੈ✩‧₊˚

the following days you couldn’t help but think about the lasts words your sisters has told you. what if it had been true? you had been deceived! you did find it odd your lover had never showed in daylight, but only the darkness of the night. you made a decision- you would light a candle and enter his bedchambers while he slept. if he was a monster you would kill him, if he was a man you would let him live

you snuck in quietly, eager yet worried for what you might discover laying on the bed. your heart nearly pounds out of your chest, your palms get sweaty. you at last hold the candle above your lover and you thanked the gods for the sight you saw. a beautiful male sleeps peacefully, although dark hair unruly from tossing. you send a single prayer to the gods and when your eyes open you see the god had woken from the light of your candle

he looks at you once before leaving the room, you follow behind crying out pleads of forgiveness. your lover turns around and faces you

he says, “love cannot live without trust” before flying into darkness

how stupid had you been! your lover was the god of love and you broke his trust. you cried for days and days, searching for him but found nothing. without knowing what else to do you went to the temple of aphrodite and asked to see her son again. aphrodite, still jealous of you had not allowed you to be let of easily. she asked you to complete three tasks for her

the goddess showed her a dune of many seeds. “the first: you will separate all these seeds before this afternoon or you are not to see perseus again”

alas, you began separating the seeds, tears streaming down your cheeks. the ants saw your despair and helped move the seeds. aphrodite, angry fell to her bed and decided your next task would be impossible to complete. meanwhile, percy was not allowed to leave his room, where he was mourning your betrayal

after you first task was complete aphrodite came to you again

“can you see those black waters?” she points to a river in the distance and you nod “that is river estige. fill this bucket with its water”

you descended to the river. the rocks were slippery and steep and the water rushed through abruptly, only a winged creature could approach. and indeed an eagle came to your rescue, it felt sympathy for you struggling to capture water. It seized your bucket and filled it with water, returning it back to you

aphrodite appeared to you again, telling you that you had not completed the task without help, leaving you for another task. you were to visit the underworld and ask persephone to drain a little of her beauty. obediently you did so. the path was treacherous but you managed. when you arrived you stood before the spring goddess and asked her to complete your task. she gladly helped an drained a little of her beauty. you took the box back from her hands and went to bring it to the love goddess who was furious

“I will never let you go!” aphrodite yells, “you will always be my servant, do remember that foolish mortal”

ੈ✩‧₊˚

percy found you weeping in his mothers garden. he approaches you slowly, sitting beside you, allowing you to cry in his arms and in your vulnerable state you let him

“I am sorry” you muster out

“it is okay. please do not cry” percy requests, running a comforting hand up and down your back

“It is not! I betrayed your trust”

“your redeem yourself. you completed all the tasks my mother put upon you. If anything you were only curious, I do not blame you”

“are you sure?”

“I am very sure, my love”

from that point on you hadn’t been harassed by the love goddess. as a wedding gift zeus had granted you immortality, making you the goddess of the soul. he handed you an ambrosia square to seal the deal. you had been happy to live in the palace with percy and it was seemingly okay with his mother who had the attention back on her now that you had been married. all peace was restored at last

[musamora]

— 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖎'𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖒! ⋆⁺₊

featured: osamu dazai, chuuya nakahara, fyodor dostoevsky, nikolai gogol, sigma

content warning(s): fem!reader, domestic moments, mentions of marriage, kisses and cuddling, these men are whipped, fluff, references to christmas traditions

author's note: i hope you're all enjoying (or at least relaxing) during the holidays! sit back, grab a cup of steaming coffee or hot chocolate, and enjoy some sweet moments with our bungou boys ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

summary: what gifts do our bungou husbands gift you during the holidays?

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𝗢𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨 𝗗𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗜 ⋆⁺₊ ⸺⸺⸺

Your eyes flutter open as sprinkles of sunlight peeking through the blinds serve as your only alarm, traces of chocolatey hair prickling your skin as he nuzzles into your neck. Your fingers twirl the coils of his knotted tresses, smoothing them into shining waves before pressing kisses against his ear. And that's when you see it.

A basket perched on your nightstand, tied neatly with a bow, and piled high with various cosmetics and accessories. As you sort through each item, feeling nostalgia pinging with every gift, you realize there's a reason you recognize them. 

Each is a small element from a moment in your relationship—the nail polish you wore on your first date, the lipstick you chose for your first kiss. He notes the quirks of others subconsciously, though he chooses to ignore them unless it benefits him. But not with you.

He cherishes every ephemeral habit—the crease of your forehead as candles burn on, the haze of your eyes as raindrops pour down, the indention of your lips as movies summit closed. You're always too preoccupied to notice, but he gawks at you without shame, admiring the purity of your features. He is known for being abstract, but you are his complete opposite. So completely unabashed in sharing your opinions and sentiments, even through your own expressions. And in a way, you're far braver than he believes himself to be, so he knows he must remind you of that.

𝗖𝗛𝗨𝗨𝗬𝗔 𝗡𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔 ⋆⁺₊ ⸺⸺⸺

Your sleep is interrupted by a yelp. For a moment, you wanted to keep your eyes closed, still sluggish with sleep, but a sequence of other noises pulled you out of bed. Unaware of the eyes peeking out from under the covers, a smirk on their proprietor's face as you shuffled out of the room, you journeyed into the living room. And he knew that you had found precisely what you were looking for when he heard a barrage of coos and badly muffled shrieks escape your lips, rushing back into the room with a puppy snuggled in your arms, a cute bow fastened to its collar. He knew your heart had been stolen at a glance, much like he had been long ago.

That puppy is now your child, a part of your family. Even if you don't realize it, this dog expresses his eternal fondness and dedication to you and any family you plan to have. He would prefer to pick a larger dog breed, the loyal type of canines that remain devoted to their families (Akitas, Belgian Malinois, German Shepherds, etc.). He knows you'd love any dog, but he wants to guarantee that you'll be protected if he isn't there.

And don't be surprised if an engagement ring follows a few months later. You're raising an animal together—your fur baby—and while it's a bit out of order, he wants to tie the knot officially. And you'll have the cutest little ring bearer in the world ⋆˙⟡♡

𝗙𝗬𝗢𝗗𝗢𝗥 𝗗𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗘𝗩𝗦𝗞𝗬 ⋆⁺₊ ⸺⸺⸺

(I briefly discussed this in a post a while ago, but I wanted to expand on it a bit further.)

A stack of uniform presents pile in symmetrical mountains around the base of your shared tree; each fold intricately pristine. However, he insists on having a large breakfast, reveling in your anticipation with each course as you eye the gifts—it's too cute. Once you've finally reached the tree, he observes with unstated delight as you rip open the wrapping paper, only to discover hardcover copies of classic novels in your favorite genres.

He knows you peruse through his personal collection while he is away on missions, missing him and seeking comfort in his familiar words. Without your knowledge, he has caught you with a beaming grin on your face, skimming the story, enamored by his annotations. So once you've finished the book, with your thoughts written neatly inside the pages, he'd offer to swap with you, finding a sudden interest in the story.

Because the way your brain operates is absolutely fascinating to him—it is, in his (correct) opinion, one of your most stunning attributes. He finds himself seeking other ways to look into your thoughts, and if you just so happen to get inside his head as a result, he finds that he doesn't mind all the much.

𝗡𝗜𝗞𝗢𝗟𝗔𝗜 𝗚𝗢𝗚𝗢𝗟 ⋆⁺₊ ⸺⸺⸺

He would be bouncing up and down as soon as the sun rose, forcing you onto the sofa as he picked presents up from across the room. However, breaking away from tradition, he insisted that he opened the first few, utilizing many of your gifts as props for a little skit.

He enjoys your laughter more than any other sound in this world. It's such a freeing sight, watching you throw back your head, unable to help yourself. Even in the midst of his antics, he finds himself unable to avert his gaze, wide-eyed as you laugh without a care in the world. To him, you're always beautiful, but especially when you're happy.

And in that, he realizes that he wants to make you laugh all the time. Every second that you're together should be filled with joy. His heart constricts painfully whenever he sees sorrow on your face, and he has made it his prime duty in life to relieve your suffering. Anything that has ever made you laugh is collected in those gift boxes, and he feels lighter than ever as you giggle in your seat.

You have become the rope that tethered him to the ground, but he finds that he no longer wishes to fly free. Perhaps he has become exactly what he used to fear: his own attachments anchoring him, but he doesn't mind. He is a fool, but only for you.

𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗠𝗔 ⋆⁺₊ ⸺⸺⸺

He has never had anyone to celebrate the holiday with before; there hasn't been a reason. So instead, he would bury himself in his paperwork, trying to find a purpose through the letters, though he knew it was all in vain. So when he finds someone to celebrate with, he will ensure that you will stick around until the holiday next year.

You're met with bundles of presents, heavy with luxurious clothes and fragrant accessories, things he knows you like. But one of those gifts stands out amongst the rest: a simple box with a neat but fashionable outfit inside. Your eyes scan the seams, and it dawns on you—these are handmade. 

He knows his stuff about fabrics and colors, constantly choosing different options for the casino, and one of his stress-relieving hobbies (in my headcanon) is sewing. Before you came into his life, he made his own clothes, finding only brief comfort in the repetitive stitches.

But there is something so domestic about creating clothes for someone you care about. Thoughts of them are embuded in every stitch, seams pressed with care as it's molded to flatter your body specifically. It reassures him whenever you walk around the building, showing off your new clothes with a smile on your face—you are his family, his home. His other half. And you are here to stay.

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heres my apology for the trauma:

(i forgot who i asked for in the previoys ask) kazuha, xiao, heizou, aether, albedo and wanderer with fluff ideas

(im giving you the power to make the scenario wtv you want bc i traumatized u the most lmao)

✎ our time together. ft. albedo, aether, heizou, kazuha, wanderer, xiao & kaeya x fem!reader content: pure fluff, so much comfort after that angst you could suffocate, sickeningly sweet stuff. mentions of injuries in xiao’s part.

detective's notes. this is aly's attempt at therapy following that angst req - i did everyone who was in the original request that you can find here. i apologise in advance for xiao and kaeya, i think they’re ooc. not proofread.

albedo often has you admiring the sights of dragonspine with him whenever you take the time to visit him at the summit. on bright, sunny days, depending on the direction you face, you can gaze upon mondstadt, liyue or the ocean. it amazed you, to be surrounded by so many fantastic sights. and not only around dragonspine but the mountain itself hosts the most beautiful scenery. scenes of white snow, pure and blanketing the ground around your boyfriend's camp - it's innocent, wholesome. the snowflakes dance together with each other.

albedo loves to watch you admiring what is so common for him, snow drifting down almost every other day.

"love, it's snow," albedo chimes from where he's jotting down notes from a research experiment he'd conducted earlier in the day. you're sat by the campfire, eyes glazed over as you watch the snowflakes, "the city really doesn't get snow this much?" "the city doesn't get snow, bedo," you comment back, quick on your words and clouds of hot breath coming from your lips as you spoke, "the sentence should have ended there." your wit makes him chuckle under his breath, his gaze falling back to the cursive scribble in his notebook. every time you visited him it was almost like he got to witness your child-like state over and over again, never-ending and yet he cherished every moment of it. he cherished the way that a smile would slowly break out on your face no matter what you was doing when that very first snowflake lands on your sleeve. unfortunately, albedo often keeps you in the safety that is his camp, situated in an alcove not far from the summit of the mountain. it's sheltered and it encompasses the warmth from his fire perfectly. he's never had any qualms with it but he can see how your fingers itch, longing to touch at the cold that settles on the ground only to melt moments later when the sun glimpses from behind grey clouds. he basks in your innocent behaviour and how it glows in the campfire's orange light. with a gentle noise, the blond finds himself raising from his chair, joints stiff - it's only now he realises how long he'd been seated, writing about his experiments while you sat and watched the snow. "you want to go out in it, right?" he asks quietly as he wanders to your side, a cotton scarf in his hands as he wraps it around your neck, "we can't have you getting sick, i can only cook so much goulash." his voice is light, teasing but you're focused on his insinuations that you can in fact go out into the snow that you've been meticulously watching for hours now. he watches the realisation wash over your face, your eyes glittering as you stare at him - it's almost as if you're asking for permission. albedo chuckles, a cloud of breath falling from his lips as he does so before he nods. you've left the warmth of the camp before albedo can even process you getting up from your spot, spinning in circles as you let the snowflakes cover the fabric of your clothing. a faint smile appears on albedo's face, watching your excitement as you giggle in the snow made him fall in love with you even more than before.

aether absolutely loves travelling with you at his side. you're the light of his life, always finding the positives in the stickiest of situations where even he debates whether it's a dead end. this applies to his search for his twin sister, you're convinced he'll find her and you are quick to reassure him that you'll be there every step of the way! but adventuring is tiring and your feet are sore. aether treats you like a princess despite getting pushed around by civilians and archons alike wherever he goes.

it comes as no surprise when he is the one who proposes a campfire for the night, cooped up together on a woven blanket you insisted on bringing with you.

"aether," you mumble your boyfriend's name softly as you curl into his side, attempting to count the stars - it's futile but you tried anyways, "what do you think most of these people would do if they knew their archons were among them?" "mondstadt would think it's a harsh prank," he comments from where he's cooking food. there's a strong aroma of mint, chicken, radish with perhaps hints of calla lilies and fish, "imagine diluc's face if he knew it was venti." a laugh comes from you, looking over at the blond with a hint of admiration. he's deep in concentration with his cooking despite them being dishes he's made hundreds of times before - he's sure got the proficiency down at least. he glances at you and his sharp eyes soften. he loves your laugh, he finds it more musical than anything venti could play on the holy lyre or even anything that yun jin performs. to aether, your laugh is explosive and beautiful like yoimiya's fireworks and it's more illustrious than any aranara tale that sumeru could conjure up. you were his partner, a beacon of light and hope as you travel wherever he goes. sometimes he'll joke that you're his shadow, watching his back just as much as he has yours. a smile breaks out on his face suddenly. "what's that look for?" you pout, puffing your cheeks as aether shakes his head, turning back to the campfire. his calloused hands work meticulously on chicken and mushroom skewers and radish soups like their recipes are engraved into his memory. "am i not allowed to look at my girlfriend?" his question flushes your cheeks with warmth that crawls up your neck and makes butterflies crazy in your stomach. clearing your throat, you look away with a dramatic huff, no longer attempting to push aether for his prior facial expressions. aether makes a noise of amusement, holding out a skewer to you, "it's hot, don't burn your tongue." his words echo in your head, ones that would seem patronising to anyone else but to you, they meant the world. you knew that aether would fret over the smallest injuries - just like he did when you managed to get a papercut from a book you borrowed from xingqiu. he merely cared more than you could ever ask for in exchange for the positive aura you carry with you that keeps him sane.

heizou can disappear from days, perhaps even weeks at a time. he remains a hazard to anyone he comes across who aren't aware of his apparent disappearances when he gets a lead on a particularly pressing case. when he is around however, even if his head is buried in case files, he's by your side. he craves whatever touch he can get from you, always somehow finding a way to be touching you. it only gets worse after his peculiar disappearances.

it's no wonder that the next day after he suddenly turns up at your shared house again, a wide grin on his face that he's keeping his hand lingering on your skin.

"could it be premeditated? surely not," the detective mumbles, his face hidden in documents that you're sure his grip is crumpling, "but the change of clothes suggests otherwise - unless it's a case of panic..." "do you speak out loud at the station too?" you muse, one of your hands holding a novel from mondstadt whilst your other hand is playing with heizou's fingers, his hand on your thigh. heizou makes a soft noise, chuckling as he raises his head from the papers finally. "on the odd chance that i'm there? sometimes." he admits, grinning mischievously and you roll your eyes with a light scoff. his attitude to his work attendance was unbelievable sometimes, even more so than his ability to crack cases like they're precious geodes with goods inside of them. you click your tongue playfully, shaking your head as heizou raises the hand you're using to play with his idly, pressing his lips to your knuckles with a chuckle. you try to send him a pointed look, hoping to insinuate that his attitude wasn't acceptable but verdant eyes are looking at you with a teasing sparkle and you sigh, accepting that he was enjoying winding you up over the situation. "how old is that case anyways?" you ask curiously, tilting your head as you glance at your boyfriend. heizou lowers the documents, a drastic sigh escaping his lips. "only a few days but it happened within the tenryou commission," heizou explains, rubbing his temple with his spare hand, "madam kujou sara has the whole station working on it." you gently squeeze the hand heizou is holding, giving him a reassuring smile when he turns his gaze back to you. you knew the case would start eating him alive if he let it, to the point where he'd be mumbling theories even in his sleep. "don't overwork yourself, please." you sigh. it's soft and light, your hot breath fanning over heizou's skin when he moves his hand from yours to your cheek. where would he be without the rational mind of his own girlfriend to keep him in check?

kazuha loves being at sea with the crew of the alcor. captain beidou has been at his side numerous times and helped in his times of need but there is one more thing that kazuha loves more than the salty air of the ocean and that is you. he's known to skip the occasional adventure at sea to stay by your side a little longer, especially around both your birthday and his.

it turns out that when he does return from sea, all he ever wants is a homemade meal and the loving embrace of his partner.

"kazu-" you blink as you stare at the mound in the bedsheets, curled up nice and warm like a kitten - he hums, "was you sleeping?" the silky silver hair of your boyfriend peeks from the top of the sheets, his eyelashes half open as he lets out a small yawn, looking at where you stand at the bedroom door. he sends you a small smile, nodding. "just a nap, my love - what's wrong?" he rests his head back down on the pillows, arms moving to lay above the sheets so that you may see him better. the action makes you smile, leaning on the door frame as you admire him in such a relaxed moment, his voice mildly deep as he wakes up. "i was coming to ask if you wanted dinner," you admit sheepishly, eyes trailing over how his messy hair frames his face when he has it down, specific strands of red hanging above his eyes and catching in his long eyelashes, "are you hungry?" "maybe - can i ask for a hug before you go?" who are you to deny such a request from your boyfriend? you catch the way kazuha grins when you approach the bed, his arms tightly wrapping around your waist and pulling you down to him. you yelp, caught unaware as you fall on top of his body. there's however a few moments of silence as you sink into a calm state of mind, pressing the skin of your cheek to his bare chest when kazuha nuzzles his nose into your hair, exhaling softly. there's a solace that you only get when you're in his company and he can say likewise to you too, when he breathes in your scent and drinks it in like a wine. "i missed you," he comments quietly against your hair, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. a smile cracks onto your face, your eyelashes fluttering shut at his words. you had missed him too undoubtedly when he's been away for so long.

wanderer has had his hands full ever since lesser lord kusanali thrust him into studying at the akademiya - against his will, nonetheless and if someone cared enough to listen to his complaints, they'd hear his whines about the 'awful' work load they give students. it would take a few hours of listening to his sharp wit and grumbles to understand that he despises his academic studies this much because it limits his time with you - the girlfriend he says he "can't get rid of" because you "won't leave his side."

he has lesser lord kusanali promise that she won't rat him out whenever he turns up to the sanctuary of surasthana asking what girls like for gifts, giggles coming from the small archon.

"what the hell does this mean?" he mutters to himself, pads of his fingers pressed to his temple as his eyes scan over the text again. it's not going in, it simply just isn't. he's reread the paragraph ten times now and even though it's definitely in a language he understands and even more so a topic that he's already studied, it's not sticking the way academic materials are supposed to. he groans, eyelashes fluttering shut in frustration. he swears he's a changed man but the patience he has wears thin when it comes to studying. the house of daena is a considerably quiet place for a public library. there's the occasional bustle of students, their arms full of leatherbound tomes as they gossip amongst themselves - whether it is research related or not escapes the man from where he sits. he knows why he's so distraught and unable to focus but celestia forbid if he ever vocally admits it - it's been a few days since he could even see your face. he'd got himself tangled up in preparing for this exam to the point where he'd barely left the house of daena. that would be another thing he is not keen to admit aloud, his determination to receive praise from lesser lord kusanali regarding his efforts. "i knew i'd find you here," that voice... it's so familiar but why? his eyes open, his gaze sharp at whoever dared to disturb him when he was clearly so perturbed by his studies but they fall onto your form, a bag in your hands that smells like fresh pastries, "i passed kaveh on the way here and he voiced that you hadn't eaten lunch, love - so i stopped at puspa cafe." he clicks his tongue, a soft scoff coming his lips as you approach closer to the desk he was seated at, numerous books scattered wide open on differing pages. for someone who uttered nothing but complaints of his position in the vahumana darshan, he took his studies awfully serious. more so, you didn't miss the way his eyes rolled at the mention of the blond kshahrewar alumni who was always too expressive for his own good. "you didn't have to." he mumbles, a little reluctant to thank you but you knew what he meant when a smile crosses your face, placing the brown paper bag onto the desk beside his books. wanderer glances down your body before his arm wraps around your waist, tugging you onto his lap. "h-hey!" you squeak, eyes wide in surprise. he quirks a brow, amused before he rests his chin on your shoulder, returning back to the studying he'd previously struggled with. coincidentally, suddenly the words made sense and weren't so hazy in his mind. "just stay still." he sighs, a hand placed on the small of your back while the other one flips the yellowed pages in front of him. you have no choice but to slump your shoulders, hands idly playing in his hair - a rare opportunity considering he is usually wearing his hat - as your boyfriend continues to study.

xiao promised that auspicious blonde traveler that he'd be at their beck and call if only they said his name. you had no qualms with this, it was a scenario he also had applied to your relationship. at first he hadn't, being too scared of genuinely giving you love and affection to begin with but when he'd warmed, xiao promised to protect you with his life. you do however scold him when he returns back to his room at wangshu inn, some minor scrapes and injuries dotting his pale skin.

he would flinch at the slightest of your touches but there was always some sort of warm feeling resonating deep in his chest when his eyes glaze over how concerned you are in his stead.

there's a sharp wince that leaves his mouth through gritted teeth when you wipe the cut on his cheek. a frown adorns your face and xiao feels a stab of pity that you were once again nursing his wounds like a disappointed mother. he was starting to seriously debate if there was anything he wouldn't feel extreme guilt over when it came to you, you truly were too good for him in his eyes. "what are you thinking about?" you ask quietly, watching his brows knit together in a slight confusion, "your eyes always look so pitiful when i do this, love." xiao makes a soft noise in return, golden eyes flickering away to avoid eye contact. he'll look anywhere but you, not keen on how well you read him like a book even during his worst moments. even when it works against him, he treasures that you know him well. he's never been explicitly good at communicating - he might as well start writing his feelings on parchment - and your coincidental skill of just being able to read him fit that perfectly. "you care so much despite-" you click your tongue, a little irritated as your eyes turn sharp on your boyfriend. xiao sighs, tilting his head away when he feels you wipe the damp cloth across his cheek again. "someone has to care for you when you're off gallivanting being the hero in everyone else's story." your words tumble out without second thought. he's always at the ready when it comes to that blonde traveler's life or even yours and yet, nobody is at the ready for his own life. he knew that you was always going to be the one that cared and protected him when he didn't do it for himself. you were his home to come back to, the warmth of a fireplace and the golden glow of an oil lamp in the corner. you were the one who attended to his every scratch and cut, the one who placed kisses on his bruises and claimed your kiss was 'magic.' a small crack of a smile appears on xiao's face, his head nodding as he leans to press a delicate kiss to your lips.

kaeya may have his bad habits of occasionally slacking his work sometimes on the premise that he gets to spend time with you however when he does bury his head into the paperwork and commissions - only after you nag him - it becomes a challenge to get time together. if you even remotely complain, kaeya will cheekily shove back in your face that it was you who nagged him to get his work done.

he makes up for the time he loses with you while he's away at work, whether it be candlelit dinners over a bottle of red wine or picnics in the mondstadt summer sun, he's sure to cherish every moment he gets.

"that one looks like a bird." you comment, index finger pointing at a cloud as it floats past, light and fluffy in appearance against the blue backdrop of the sky. kaeya grins, shaking his head. "how in teyvat did you get a bird from that?" he asks curiously, glancing over at you with an eye so blue it challenges the tides of teyvat's oceans. you pout at the thought that kaeya hadn't seen the same outline of the cloud that you had, puffing your cheeks. "well... there's a wing and if you look over there that's a beak..." you're explaining it so vividly, hands waving around as a form of expressing yourself but kaeya isn't looking at the clouds. he's drinking in the sparkle in your eyes, the smile that widens on your face when you spot another cloud - this time you're certain it's a fish! kaeya lets out the occasional hum of encouragement, giving off the impression that he is most certainly listening to you but all it takes is one glance in his direction and you can see the half dazed look in his eye, swirling with distant dreams; ones where you have a family, a glittering ring on your finger and perhaps even a house in the city. "are you even listening to me?" you huff, a heat flushing up your neck and to your cheeks when your boyfriend doesn't pull that lovedrunk gaze away from you. a chuckle leaves soft lips, one of his gloved hands lacing with yours. "uh-huh, yeah, something about beaks and wings..." kaeya finds it adorable when you roll your eyes, looking away in a flustered state as he props himself on his elbows, leaning closer to you, "the clouds are pretty but you are much prettier." "kaeya i swear to-" he cuts you off, tutting with a cheeky grin. "swear to who? barbatos?" he hums, pressing a kiss to your head when you roll into his chest, hoping he'll give it a rest if you just comply and wrap around his finger, like you always do. and unsurprisingly, he does give in. he hooks an arm around your shoulders, keeping you close as his gaze finally turns up the faint hue of orange that the sky is fading into, the clouds dusted rosy pinks when the sun begins to set. he knows that soon the two of you will have to walk back down the cliff, back to mondstadt where you'll share a night curled up in bed for the first time in days before kaeya is back to work the next morning. in retaliation of these thoughts, the tips of his fingers press into the flesh of your upper arm more than usual and his brows knit together in a way he hopes you don't notice. but your eyes are closed, your face falling peaceful when you've drifted asleep to the rhythm of your boyfriend's heartbeat.

© https-heizou 2023.

[her-satanic-wiles]

October 13th

Size Kink, Mountain x GN!Reader

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Words: 1k

Warnings: Size kink; Mountain basically has a monster cock; established relationship; terrible mountain puns; kinda cracked ngl; piv sex; vaginal sex; GN!Reader (but has a vulva); praise kink; want to set myself on fire after this but alright;

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🔞 MDNI 🔞

Mountain had a thing for fucking you doggystyle, simply because of how deep he could get; how open you were for him with your ass in the air and your hole stretched as far is it could. But he mostly loved it because of the way he stretched you to your limit and just how small you looked speared on him. The recoil of your ass cheeks and the desperate noises you made as he hammered into you.

But he loved something else even more. When he was able to persuade you to climb atop his summit, Mountain was entirely and completely powerless. He could see your face as his peak tore you apart and watch your face as you struggled to swallow him whole. He could never, ever grow bored of that, instead he felt it a constant need.

Dark eyes followed your body as you straddled his hips. Mountain, himself, reclined back against the headrest of the bed, relaxing completely and observing you with awe. When you sank upon Mountain’s cock, you released the loudest scream of both pleasure and pain, his girth stretching you to your utmost limit. Height doesn’t always dictate the size of a penis, but you certainly were unprepared for Mountain’s the first time you slept with him. Mountain was kind and always avoided rushing you because you were moving slowly, for the sake of you both. He had even more time to enjoy the occasion and watch you, and commit the sight of your screwed up face and mouth hanging open as you sank further and further onto his monstrous length.

You sunk down a little further, wincing slightly at the burn. Mountain’s hands settled on your hips, fingers digging in slightly.

“Mountain-”

“You’re doing good, baby.” Mountain rubbed your skin soothingly with his thumb. “Keep going.”

Mountain helped you lower while your eyelids squinted shut. Okay, so perhaps he wasn’t as patient as he would have liked to think. But he made an effort. He genuinely tried, but if there was anything he enjoyed more than anything else, it was watching the expression on your face as he stretched his cock. He was almost completely feral. When his heavy cock dragged against your walls, tears formed and fell from your lower lashes. Slowly, Mountain, slowly. The constant fight between your comfortability and his need to be buried as far deep as he could go was too much. His fingers on your hips tightened, and involuntarily, his hips bucked.

Mountain’s cock ripped a moan from your throat, now entirely deep inside of you and hitting against your cervix. You tossed your head back in and shuddered. He repeated it. It hurt and felt amazing at the same time. Unfathomably incredible, actually. Even more so when he moved your head back to face him while tenderly cupping your cheek with one hand. He always preferred it when you looked into his eyes - it grounded him, and seemed to keep you concentrating on something other than the feel of him.

The quickness of his breath meant he struggled to say, “So fucking good for me,” as he cupped your cheek in his palm. You gritted your teeth, unable to hold back more of the tears that were spilling over the waterline. “Taking me so well.”As he pounded into you from below, the obscene cries that came out of your mouth bore testament to the ecstasy that overpowered the sting.

“M-Mountain!” When you were entirely exposed to him, feeling vulnerable under his watchful eye as he took in your soft body jiggling in response to his thrusts, you could have questioned why he was still wearing a shirt. However, you didn’t. You mumbled, “You fill m-me so fucking g-good!”

The shit-eating grin on his face, widened. “Yeah?” he questioned.

“Yes!” Mountain directed a very hard thrust right up against the deepest part of you, and all you could manage was a moan.

“So tight,” He centres his gaze on the point where the two of you were joined: where your messy hole creamed up his cock. He stared as his shaft repeatedly returned into you.

Your expletive “Fuck!” caused Mountain to look back at your face, where your brows were deeply furrowed. As he slowed down, his hips stuttered to a halt. His thumb moved to your clit and began to work you in circles, relieving some of the pressure there for you.

“That’s it, baby.” He cooed as your hips bucked, grinding down on the feeling of his thumb. “Take it all. Feel so fucking good.”

You began bouncing again, your body feeling like it was on fire. Every one of your nerve-endings standing to attention, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap at any moment. A particular thrust from Mountain meant your ending was imminent.

“Are you close?” He asked.

“Keep going! Don’t stop, please!”

He obliged, continuing to play with your body like a toy until one final thrust to your cervix has you folding over and biting his shoulder as you came around him. When he was sure you had finished, he whispered, “I’m sorry.” Into your ear. Before you could ask him why, you felt his hands grip onto your hips and his cock ram into you over and over again. He was quick with his thrusts, quick and deep so he could finish quickly. Your screams of overstimulation made him feel guilty, but at the same time, it was such a turn on. He couldn’t quite explain why, though. Eventually you felt him cum, exploding like a volcano with his hips stilling inside you once more as he filled you up with his seed. You were so tight for him, so warm, he felt like you were suffocating him. If this was how he was gonna die, he’d die a happy man.

“Are you okay?” He asked you, gently pulling you off of him. He held you for a long time, waiting until you were recovered enough to pop you in the bath. In the meantime, he peppered your skin with kisses and told you how much you meant to him.

Previous Day ⛧ Next Day

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Black Cloud , Red Fire (Part 3)

(Part 1) (Part 2)

"Did I REALLY have done that?"

"Yeah! Trust me, I was surprised, just as you now!"

"Wow, I REALLY did use magic."

"Why so surprised?" The cranky old voice of the Keeper cane from the walls of the old caverna: "I told you that you had what was needed! After now, I guess you'll have more trust in your skill."

After the defeat of the Elder, or, like you said, his liberation, you and the Deatined one had a small stop near where the Snake guy was defeated, enough to take your breath, and then started to travel again.

Beyond the wooden shrine that he was protecting, the entrance of once was the old cave of the bear, where he was defeated by Sun Wukong and the assistance of Guanyin. As much as you could say, it was... a cave. Where you guess and old beat should live, but what you didn't know was that it went deeper than it looked.

Before entering, the monkey had taken out of his sack the old mantle that you'd retrieved from the ashes of the original Lingxuzi.l, Extended it to you.

"Why are you giving me this?" You asked, raising your eyebrow.

"Well," he started, "I think it would be better for you to hold it...just in case."

"Just in case forrrrr what?"

"Oh, I don't know...we had been talking about fire for like all this way up here, and I'm...fearing something could happen."

Despite the slightly bad Omen that he had just brought upon you two, you decided to follow Già Insticts and take the mantel. In your hands, you started to notice a few things that you haven't after it's retrieving.

The small rope holding it was made of gold and decorated with jade pearls at the ends of the strings. Golden decorations were visible between the fabrics, along with some more made of the same darker shade of the silk. At the touch, it wasn't cold at all; in fact, a warm feeling crawled through your fingers, almost like touching a freshly ironed piece of garmet.

With the mantle in your sack, moving between the dark and the shadows of the cavern, you were concerned about the last enemy that you two were supposed to meet.

After the long road, the many encounters and enemies, there he was, just a few steps closer. You couldn't believe that, despite it all, you were able to actually make it this far. You felt a strange sense of heavyness; your duty wasn't complete, and you were closer to the relic than even before.

Thinking about that thing, your mind crawled back to the thought of Sun Wukong and his actions. 

He wasn't perfect, you got it, and in all honesty, you weren't that convinced that brought him back. Life was the right choice, but you didn't have any choice. He was, now right now, the most reasonable option for you to go back home.

But what if he didn't want to help you out? 

This scary idea made you ponder... to the point that you had almost fallen into a giant hole!

"Watch It!" The monkey was fast enough to catch you up, putting you back on your feet.

"You're distracted!"

"Oh, I'm just thinking..."

"It's about earlier?"

How could a simple monkey be so perceptive? You looked around. It wasn't the right time to talk about those staff...

"We can... discuss this later? Please?" It was more a prayer than a request. The monkey, on his own, decided to oblige. He knew the matter, and he too wasn't so sure right now.

The cave, the longer you went, seemed to have crossed the mountain itself. Sometimes, it opened to the outsider, allowing plants and trees to grow in a small angle of green. Other times, it was just cliffs that followed the side of the rocks, allowing a view of the outside. More than anytime, it was just a jump in the pitch black of the bowels of the mountain.

Trees grow wherever the sunlight allows, their roots deep in the rock of the cave, growing high, reaching the summit. As far as you could say, it was just a splendid place to leave, not fitting for such a cruel Yaiguai like the bear.

Beautiful, but not without danger.

It was the doorstep of their master household; of course guards and warriors, the best at least, were guarding it without trace of tiredness or fear. Those wolves were different, to say the least, and they preferred to fight in the dark, taking advantage of their knowledge of the structure of the place against the monkey, but every time, like before, none of them were strong enough to beat him.

After a long road between the rocks and some cliffs, a long tunnel took both of you to an exit. The mountain ended there and, guarded by two heavy soldiers, a giant door.

You sensed...something there. Not the relic, but something... alive.

After the two guards were taken off, whatever was waiting for the two of you was just behind the door. The monkey posed his hands on the wooden surface, but he didn't' push; instead, his eyes met yours.

"You know what's waiting for us here... Once we're with him—"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Step beside," you said, raising your hand. He waved his own.

"No...be carefull." He seemed stressed, like searching to say something that he had been mustering for some time.

"Listen... When they told me about you, the Bián huá, they didn't tell me everything... I guess that it's for lack of knowledge." His hands left the door, looking at you with a mix of concern and sadness.

"And I know that... it's hard; now I get it. You must feel a lot of things right now. Visions, old memories..."

While he was talking, or more like rumbling on his own words, trying to make sense, you noticed one thing: he was worried—like really worried—for you and for whatever was happening in your head.

"What I mean!" I cleared his throat. "It is that if we want to get through this, getting back the sage and getting you back home, we must do it together, so please talk to me. About everything!"

So...he really was worried about you, about your doubts and your second thoughts about bringing back the old Sage...

You needed to get through this, and, despite your uncertainty, you had someone that wanted to back you up.

You felt better, even if Just a Little.

"I will," you said, caressing his shoulder. "Just try not to die on me.. I REALLY don't want to be on the bear menù."

He chukled a little; his hand gave a strong but soft squeeze to your own.

You left his shoulder, following him in the action of opening the wooden door together. A few steps ahead, that was what you needed to do.

Leaves were falling in dim sunlight that slowly was leaving, making the area look darker than ever. Two fires were lit in front of two structures that preceded the main structure of the temple. It wasn't different than the other temples that you had met on your journey, only for this one to be bigger and far more well conserved, just like the one where you met that beast that took the name of the old wolf. Incense aromas flew around, and the sound of bells echoed slowly and gently.

The place radiates calm on a first glance, like every other, but deep down the rumble of something dark and twisted made your guts twisted.

Someone was sitting there, meters from you, in a meditating pose.

It seemed like a man, his vest around his torso, decorated with golden lines and its reddish tone, the long Mala that crossed his chest from his shoulder...

He was a monk, no doubts, but despite the attire, his looks gave more to him. His body was big, the relaxing pose just hidden the muscles that could have been possessed by a fighter, and his skin was covered in old scars, mostly the sign of really bad scratches made by teeth and claws. His face, covered in a well-kept white beard, was stuck in a stern that cracked only when he spotted the two of you entering the gate. He wasn't surprised to see you there; in fact, by the presence of something that seemed like a weapon near him, he seemed like he was expecting the two of you.

He could have fooled someone else, but after all the road, you knew that the monk was no one but the Black Wing Guai.

"Five hundred years." His voice, which seemed perfectly matched for someone like his own, finally broke the silence. He rose up; he wasn't just big; he was taller than expected, a good human foil for a bear. He reached for the weapon, a long spear, conteplating in it, scoping away some dust from it.

"I have rebuilt the temple. Now it's grander in scope." 

"More likely made a home for himself and the guais, I would say," the monkey said between his teeth, giving you a smirk. That bear didn't learn so much from Guanyin herself...

Then he kept talking, but time your blood boiled by the subject.

"All those monks consumed by the fire turn to wandering ghosts, roaming in Black Wind Mountain... It was I who granted them eternal repose!"

"Repose?!" You scoffed; your voice was very audible. The monkey looked at you, trying to keep you at a distance, while the bear was looking at you, raising his thick eyebrow. "You tried to revive them! And then you hide away to not lose your face!"

"How dare you speak to me like that?! You should keep your mortal at bay, monkey!"

"OOHH, don't you dare me!" You step closer again, pointing your finger at him. "Those monks were never at peace! They were suffering all along! And the poor wolf, Lingxuzi... You really believed that he would just accept killing his kind just to go along with your plans?!"

" AH!" He laughed "You like to point fingers, but didn't you just stand beside him while he had risked his life?! Unlike, I have even restored the charred scriptures piece by piece! But my matter is not with you...small human."

This one made you sick. Everything he had done—taking away the mountain from the keeper, resuscitating poor souls only to cause them more suffering, hiding his own looks and misdeads with some other acts that were only useful to him! Even if he were a monk, he just weared the mantle, but he surely wasn't even close to one. He started to ingore you, pointing his gaze towards the monkey.

Just like they said...his spitting image. 

Oh, he had never forgotten what the Sage had done to him all those years before—the shame to be bound, the years of isolation... He had paid off his debts; he had something in return—something powerful! It was funny to obtain strength from an old enemy that once had almost destroyed you, but such the wheel goes. And even there, that fear was always present in his soul, something that someone could just believe to be the product of a paranoic mind. But every time a new monkey came to the mountain, every time another human was alongside them... With each death, his fears were drowned, making him laugh of himself about this silly nightmare, but this time, his fear had come true.

"But, oh yes, I always knew," he laughed, his aura starting to emanate an aggressive tone. "One day you shall return!"

He struck fast; his spear pierced the air, crushing on the ground. The monkey held you, jumping away from his opponent blow, giving you then the time to move away from the fight. The massive body of the bear was then engulfed in something that reminds you of a black swirl of dead leaves, moving around with such force that even the wood of the piles cracked around. That was his power then! He had surely held the title of his name...

But you didn't want to walk away like that!

"Wait, I can help!"

"It's too-" He pushed you away again, dodging a swift of the spear. "RISKY!"

"B-but..."

"Oh, what's the matter, oh destined one?! Since when the Great Sage is so afraid of letting a mortal get hurt?! She's not your master even!" The bear kept on attacking the monkey, taking advantage of the fact that he couldn't properly respond to his blow with you around. He was taunting him, or taunting Wukong to be more precise.

If those weren't working on him, they did work on you. You wanted to help so badly, you could use at least one spell! But...you didn't know how, and last time was just by chance.

"Please, Y/N!" The monkey screamed, "You'll help me! Let me handle this one! I promise!"

"Oh, but let her, Great Sage! I'll give her the right lesson that she so desperately wants to learn!" Out of the blue, the object of his attacks changed, striking now towards you. You started to retreat quickly, begging for your power to just start to work.

"Y/N!" The monkey darted to you, using his staff to counterattack against the bear. "Too scared to take on me that you had to go against her?! You truly are a coward, like the story said."

This time it was the turn of the monkey to taunt the bear, and he surely was more touched by his words and remarks. Despite the technique of the guai, the new spells and the ability of the monkey gave him more advantage in certain situations: taking new forms, the binding spell, his gourd that helped him to retrieve more strengths... Just like the last time, the monkey had always an ace up his sleeves.

That damn monkey...why did he have to return and ruin everything again?!

The fight kept on going again and again, giving you little choice but to back down. You felt so useless. Why did you have to find out that you could do something and still be a dead weight in his fight?! He still wanted to protect you, but you wanted to be of assistance to him!

Between your doubts and more destruction of the temple, a final blow of your monkey was enough to finally strike down the monk. He stumbles on his feet, losing grip on his spear, holding instead of his side, hurting from the battering.

"You have some cheap tricks... Meet me at the summit if you dare!"

Without the both of you could do anything, he vanished in the swirl, flying away from your sight.

"He had run away!" You screamed, almost trying to run after him.

"He just has the relic with him!" The monkey pointed out, sensing nothing unusual in the place around you.

Insted, another smoke appeared, alongside some scoff. The old Keeper had reappered!

"The spell he just cast may appear intricate, but it's not hard to learn!"

"Hello there, old one..." you sighed.

"You say?" the monkey continued, "it seemed quite strong!"

"Ah! That black bear's expertise is lacking! Serving Guanyin didn't help him much!"

You laughed, hearing how much this grand protector that he claimed to be was just wussing a big mouth!

"This is just making my day! Now, what ar-" Suddenly, a strange gale engulfed the three of you in a string swirl of leaves that could cut your skin. You tried to cover your eyes, protecting yourself from the dust, when you felt a strong paw holding your waist, rising you from the ground. You couldn't see much, the black swirl making it hard to see at all! What the monkey could see, isntead, was that black mass before moving around, leaving an empty spot where once you were!

"Y/N!" The monkey screamed, noticing the fainting tone of your robes in that black swirl.

"COME AND FIGHT MONKEY!" His laughter echoed around you, making your ear hurt. "AND BE FAST BEFORE I MAKE THIS ONE MY DINNER TONIGHT!"

Laughing, the bear started to ascend the mountain while you were struggling with all your strength to get loose his grips. 

The monkey tried to run, but as soon as he reached the limit of the temple, you were gone.

"No no no no!" He started to panic. Who could possibly know what could happen to you alone with that beast? Before he could move another step, the old Keeper had already blocked his passage.

"Hold it, little one!" he sais, trying to calm down. "This is not the time to be taken by fear!"

"He took you! I must go and help her!"

"I know! He knows what he could do, but here in this temple are hidden treasures that will aid you! Quickly! Find them and only then rise to the top!"

The Keeper was right; he needed to recover from a few wounds too, but the idea of taking too much time was unbearable! Yet he reluctantly started to search, prying to not be late.

///

Everything was moving around you. It felt like you were dragged everywhere and yet stayed in the same place. Struggling was hard because you didn't know how to struggle.

You couldn't see where you were going; you guessed higher by what the bear had said; the only understandable object in that confusion was the setting sun on the horizon, slowly fading behind the mountains.

When your body had finally taken its form back, your captor had thrown you on the ground, making you roll for a few meters. You coughed, feeling the air coming back in your lungs, massaging your abdomen, and feeling the aching of every possible muscle in your body. Facing the sky, there was no mountain in sight, only the vast expanse of blue and a few clouds. He had taken you to the top of the mountain...

The pavement where he had thrown you away was made by hand, a large forecourt sourronded by giant pines and, towering like the same mountain where it was built, a pagoda made of stone.

While you were coughing and trying to understand where your captor had taken you, you felt a strange sound: the flattering of a pair of wings. 

The sound was strange. It was like your ears stopped working for everything, except for that sound.

It was constant, almost like a bird butterfly trying to fly frantically against the wind, and, with that, you had the clear sensation that something was observing you. Then you noticed something small and yet shiny, like a small sun irradiating a light at the summit of the pagoda, posed like a flag on the structure.

You felt it, like a bolt running inside your brain. The relics, you found it!

Without thinking, you stood up and tried to launch yourself towards the pagoda when a strong hand clutched you in his grasp, raising your body like a rag doll.

"Not so fast, Little One..." His voice sounded far more sinister, more deeper than before: "I have some more plans for you!"

His body was battered, full of the wounds that your friend inflicted on him on his first meeting, but what really started to upset you was his skin. It seemed loose, like a dress that started to lose stiffness, and from the wounds you were clearing, see some...furr?!

His face, which seemed almost like it was melting on itself, was contorted in a beastly grime, showing a set of sharp teeth that could rip a leg in one bite. He was furious, but his grin showed a side completely far from the act of the pious monk that he had showed to everyone.

"LET go of me, you Creep!" You started to kick and punch the hand and arm that were holding you midair, but the few damages that you made were mostly ajinn that kept on falling, revealing even more of his true nature. He laughed at your attempt, slowly piercing his own face with his free hand, which now was more similar to a paw than a human limb.

His talons, sharp and big as a knife, puerced his own skin, slowly shredding it like some piece of paper. You stopped trying to get free from his grasp, your eyes glued in horror to that horrifying show. Blood started to purr, only to be absorbed by the thick, black furry of the beast that slowly started to get bigger and bigger. The hand that was holding your shirt was now a paw that big that you seemed like a Barbie in his clasp. The dark eyes slowly became like two furnaces, looking at you with a malevolent glim.

"No more talking, ah, Little One?"

The monk was now gone; what remained of him were shreds of skin and a pool of blood at your feet. Now in front of you stood the Black Bear Guai, a giant made of pure muscles and brute force. 

You trembled in his grasp, realizing now in what kind of mess you were. That thing was able to rip you a part by just pulling you by a limb; instead, he started to slowly walk towards the pagoda. The sound of the wings became stronger and more frantic—a scare and aggressive bird. 

You kept on punching and kicking, now more than ever useless against that walking mass that held you hostage. With a small push, he opened the granite doors of the tower; a few brached here and there, and, with his free hand, he took one, still approaching the center of the room. The room was full of every possible treasure that a bear could find appealing, such as food and goodies from the woods and what a human could die for—golds, jewelry, and precious religious items—and everything was stored in piles or in old barrels.

So much to be a poor and pious monk.

Without a care, he threw you on the ground; your back collided with a small pile of apples that had fallen on the ground, rolling on the stone pavement.

You hissed for the pain while he was looking at you menacingly, the bracier still fuming in his paws.

"Last time," his beastly voice resonated like thunder. "That damn monkey had made quite a mess at the temple, allowing everything to burn. He saved that monk the last time. Let's see how good he's now."

And with that, he launched the bracier towards a few jars that broke at the impact with it, and, with a roar, a pyre of fire suddenly started, eating everything that was near it.

With a roaring laugh, the bear disappeared in the same cloud of black leaves, shutting the rock doors behind him. He wanted to roast you alive!

You tried to open the door with all your strength while hearing the fire cracking and burning everything with it. There must have been some wine in those jars, because the explosion just spread the same liquid around, making the fire run faster. Smoke started to invade the room, and your only way out was close shut!

You started to panic; breathing was already hard without clean air; now it was just impossible! You wanted to scream; your nails started to dig in the rock, and your shoulders just hurt after the many impacts on the surface of the door. Was that it?! Was that really the end?! Burned alive after that long road, just a few feet away from the relic?!

The more the fire grows, the more the fear starts to set in you. 

"I...I don't... I don't want... I promised to tell you everything... I don't want to die!"

You screamed, feeling the tears start to accumulate in your eyes. In those moments, many thoughts come to you and to your friend...Your friend...

The monkey! The mantle!

Ho, could you forget that?! He had given you that because he felt it was right! Whatever kind of deity gave him that hunch, BLESS IT!

Trying to control your shaking hands, you reached for your bag, and, after sensing the silk in your hand, you extracted from it the red robe. As you sensed the danger, the mantle magically spread over you, covering your trembling figure in one move, and the golden string fastened itself to your neck. 

Suddenly, it was like the fire wasn't even there. The heat was long gone; only the gentle warmth of the mantle was there, and, to your surprise, that wasn't the only merit of the mantle: the air, thick of smoke, was now fresh like a summer breeze. You took a long breath, feeling finally the freshness and the cleanliness in your lungs. You felt like, in that moment, another message from the universe for you.

You were meant to live; you needed to survive.

The fire was spreading, but knowing that now you were protected again by your dear friend, even if unintentionally, you felt secured and calmer now. Your eyes were safe from the smoke, alongside your lungs, but you needed a few minutes to find what you believed was your only way out of that: a small ladder leading to the next level of the pagida. Well, it was a tower after all; it was meant to go up.

And so, up was your way out, near the relic... You started to move, prying that your friend had the same uck as you.

///

"OUT OF MY WAY!"

Another strike, another foe fallen to the ground against the charge of the monkey. His calm demeanor was completely gone, now possessed by a rage after the bear had captured you.

He had found many treasures in the temple, but most of all, he wanted to find the bear who just broke his head in half. The road after that wasn't that difficult; this time he had the Keeper to guide him, showing him the right way, a long path full of the remains of others structured that lead at the summit of the mountain. Finding the enyrance of the climb was almost a lucky event, hidden behind some fabrics and blocked by debris.

He was sure that there he would have found you, the bear, and hopely the relic.

Of course that was the last defense of the bear's most polite possession, because now all the enemies that he had encountered were stronger and more aggressive than before. Their weapons now were meant to kill him, to stop him more than ever, but he was far away from being done. 

Now, other than anger, fear started to crawl through his spine. During his climb, he had seen smoke and the smell of it, and it wasn't good, especially since the more he ascended, the more the scent became stronger than before. He prayed that nothing bad was happening, that you remembered the message that he gave you, and to be smart enough to be out of the fight. And between some curses and prayers, his fears took form.

A pagoda, burning like a torch in the night, the smoke like a dark cloud full of rain, grew in the sky. The fire had spread toward the courtyard, now devouring the trees and the statues that decorated the area.

He frantically searched for you, hoping that his guts were wrong, when that damn voice spoke again.

"He once told me: Out of sight, out of mind is a fool's task; seeing but seeing through is what wise men do. But didn't he turn mad...by what he saw too?!"

His laugh echoed between the roars of the fire; the dark cloud came back like before, this time larger and darker than before. His foe reappered, now fully changed, and a black bear double the normal size roared to him, showing him his claws and teeth, ready to end the fight in his favor.

The monkey did not stand down, only rising his staff, pinting at him in anger.

"Where's Y/N?! Where's my friend?!"

"Oh," he mocked, "she reaced her ancestors already. Let me help you reach her!"

The monkey looked back at the pagoda. Maybe there was still time! He launched and tried to avoid the bear getting closer, only to get hit by one of his paws. He was pure muscle in one strike; the m-onkey, now only the size of a child confronted to him, had a small disadvantage, but he didn't care at all.

What he cared was for his friend, stuck in a burning structure that could have collapsed at any moment! He stood back again with one jump, regaining his posture, while the bear only laughed again.

"Distracted, are we?!"

The monkey started running again; this time he was able to avoid another of the bear punches, but as soon as he was near the pagoda, the ground started to shake in a single shake, making him lose balance and get hit again.

"Oh, destiny! Your master is not so pleased! I thought you wanted to take the relic! But one human is enough to make you lose interest?!"

"Just Shut Up!"

He used his staff against the bear face, striking directly in his eye. A huge howl, even for an animal, came from the Guai that started to back away. Holding his snout in his paws, he cried and destroyed everything in his path, lamenting the loss of one of his eyes.

While the bear finally had him catch a break from his assault, he tried another time, but this time it wasn't the beast that didn't give him enough time to reach the door; it was the unsufferable heat coming from the fire. It had already taken the ground level; whatever it contained was lost to the fire and the smoke, and soon, the entire structure was about to fall down.

"Y/N! Y/N!!" He screamed, hoping to hear your voice, but nothing came. He needed to open those doors, or just try to get on the untouched levels of the pagoda, but the same paws that had attacked him had already pinned him on the ground this time. Fire was devouring the bear furr, emanating a disgusting smell of burnt flesh, but it seemed that the pain wasn't in the beast's concerns right now. The monkey struggled, trying to escape from his clutches and the fire, trying to reach with his hand the lost staff that had flown a few meters away from the impact.

"You had ruined everything! I'll kill you like I did with that stupid mortal!"

Then, an apple struck him in the head with a loud smash, poulp scattered on his muzzled and on his still good eye. 

You tried to hold your grip on the parapet of one of the pagoda windows, trying to not fall to your not so unpleasant death by falling down from the third level of the building. When the bear saw you, for a moment he seemed confused and scared. How did you even survive!?

"I have more here with me, you cheap off Winnie Pooh!"

The monkey saw you, and a gleam of relief and happiness colored his face. 

The bear growled to you, realizing that you did not just survive, but you were even mocking him! He was nice enough to let you die by the fire, but if you wanted to die from his own hands, then fine! So be it!

He launched towards the building; his massive body collided with the structure that was already losing security. You lost grip on the window by the string shake that he had provoked, but, lucky for you, while slipping from the curved roof, you avoided a big fall on the ground by grasping the edge. You started to try to get back on the same roof while filing the flames and the bear breath under yourself.

He had almost catched you when, at the corner of his eyes, he saw something growing and a stick on his face, making him fly on the other side.

"What's the matter?! Getting distracted?!"

The monkey laughed when the table turned, and, with the help of his staff, he had caught you, helping you land on the ground safely.

When both of your feet touched the ground, his arms crashed on you just like yours on him, hugging each other in relief.

"Oh Gods, I've almost... thought that..." He couldn't even pronounce those words; he had imagined the worst for you. You squeezed him tigthly, feeling his breath near your neck.

"You won't get rid of me that easily!" You tried to laugh about it, freeing him from your arms. Then, you put the mantle around him, feeling that this time he needed more than you. In the distance, the bear had rose again, furious by your constant strike and coming back.

"Go and give him a lesson, Tiger! We have a mission to accomplish!"

And, with a huge grin and his refound security, he marched towards the bear, facing him with not a single trace of fear. This time, it was personal.

This time the bear had lost his upper hand. He was furious, angry, and without control, while the monkey kept his cool in every strike and every blow, using all of his new tricks that he had learned. Maybe it was the fact that he knew that you were alive, but the fight from before was just a small act on what he was able to do. In fact, the bear couldn't take a chance, and, with another of the staff blows, he falls to the ground, making a huge cloud of smoke appear.

He knew that he couldn't win; that damn monkey was... something else. After emitting a last roar, he dissipated again in the same clouds from before. Intuitively, the monkey held your hand, fearful of another kidnapping attempt, but this time the bear did not aim for you or him. 

"You cunning wretches, I'll spare your sorries lives for today!"

In his form, he reached the edge of the pagoda, towards the light that was shining at its summit.

"Fortune is no longer on your side! No one will come to your aid!"

"The relic!" You screamed, seeing that he had already snatched the light, starting to fly around.

"All I need is to take it elsewhere and rebuild everything anew!"

His laugh echoed in the sky, savoring his final victory against you too. You wanted to run after him, but the monkey stopped you, pointing him with his finger.

"Something is...off here..."

In fact, there was something off. The light seemed to have reacted to the sudden snatching, emitting some light esplosion that made the projectory of the bear confused and random. Even the bear's voice seemed to be in pain and confused about what's happening, until the same light emitted a final and huge explosion that made the guai fall to the ground and retake his original form.

"Great...SAGE!"

Those were the words that he had spoken, while the light now, on your ears, emitted the cry of a bird.While looking at you and your friend, his voice sounded more apologetic, and he started to bow in reverence.

"Oh, pardon me, Young Sage! Mercy, Young Sage! Have mercy! Please, honorable lady, show mercy on this poor bear!"

"Oh?!" The monkey mocked, "What's happened to all that bravado that you showed us before?! Now we're the Young Sage and the Honorable Lady?!"

The bear bowed again, touching the ground with his massive head.

"I was just a pawn of the Celestial Court! If given a choice, who'd dare to challenge the mighty Wrecker of the Celstial Palace?!"

"Oh please!" you cointued, completely unwaved by his cries, "like the Celestial Court could trust someone like you!"

"His words ring true." The Keeper suddenly appeared between you and the monkey, gesturing with his staff towards the bear.

"Old Keeper! Do you buy his story?!" The monkey gestured towards his now apologetic challenger.

"No matter how daring he was," he explained, "he had not the nerve to harm the Great Sage."

"So it's true...it was the Celestial Court?!" You said, now more shocked. Yes, the Court did send armies to kill Sun Wukong, but why gave to the bear the relic?! "But why?!"

"The meaning, I do not know. There must be someone else pulling all the strings."

This information was...ominous. That meant that someone had clearly orchestrated the entire affair, but then why? For what purpose?! The bear raised his head, looking to you and your friend.

"Exactely! And this thing is eerie! I had no idea how to make use of its power, except to enshrine it up there, tricking lesser yaoguais into offerings."

"So...you tricked the all?! They believed you were there to help them!"

"Ma Tianba was right," the monkey continued, "you were just telling lies!"

For a moment, the bear feared for another beating. Another idea pops up in his mind.

"If you'd pardon me,I-I'll go back to Guanyin to atone for my actions and be put back on the Encaging Band! You will never see me out there anymore!"

"Oh, ignore his nonsense!" The Keeper spoke before you could just say what you thought about the bear and his sorries and excuses."Go now, young ones, go and retrieve the great sage's relic."

I'll go back to Guanyin to atone for my actions and be put back on the Encaging Band! You will never see me out there anymore!"

"Oh, ignore his nonsense!" The Keeper spoke before you could just say what you thought about the bear and his sorries and excuses."Go now, young ones, go and retrieve the great sage's relic."

You and the monkey looked at each other, realizing now more than ever that you did make it to the end. The light, in a few movements, loses his first appearance, showing its true form: a bird, similar to a rooster in certain ways, started to fly in the air, like stretching its wings after a long period of sleep. 

Its sound was crystal, sweet, and kind in your ears, and with such grace it posed on the monkey arm, looking at you both. Only now have you noticed the curious presence of two iris in both of its eyes.

"His eyes...this is...the Great Sage eyes," he whispered, trying to touch the bird that enjoyed the small scratches.

"You did it," you whispered. "You really did it!"

"We did it," he whispered back.

///

When the first sentinels saw the two of you reaching the Mountain, the first cry of joy emerged from the monkeys village. If a monkey didn't come back from its voyage, it didn't come back at all, so when the news that you were coming back came, everybody was ALREADY in a festive mood, screaming and exclaiming about their brother and the Bián huá returning home.

"Brother is back! Big Brother is back!"

"The humans too!!"

"They haven't been eaten!"

The smallest one started to run around and jump in his arms, laughing and hugging. With the bird on your shoulder, you watched the scene tenderized by the bond that all of them shared. You had to admit, you were a little jealous...until a bunch of other monkeys decided to jump on you in happiness.

"Y/n! Y/N! You're back and alive!"

"I am"you tried to break free, "but I think I'll soon die here!"

While holding one of his younger siblings, the Money couldn't stop smiling watching you. It was a hell of an adventure, but you grow up so fast... He wasn't lying when he swore that a spark had lightened in you!

"And so, the two pilgrims came back from their journey..." The cranky old voice of the old monkey came from the small path of rock, surrounded by some youngsters following their master in welcoming you and your friend.

"An unusual sight, I must say..."

"Master," the monkey came forward, bowing in respect, "we did it. We retrieved the relic."

The sound of flapping and the sweet chirp came from above. The bird gently posed itself on your shoulder, and, for some reason, while it was looking at the old monkey, you almost thought that they... knew each other? Nah, just an impression. 

The old one gently caressed its feathers; a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"It seemed that you had quite the adventure, huh?"

"Oh, we had!" You said with enthusiasm, "He was incredible! We met the old keeper of the Mountain; he actually knew Sun Wukong! And there were so many monsters, but we met so many new friends!"

The old one laughed at your description, almost like a child describing their day to their parents. You sighed, your hands on your hips, looking at your friend with a hint of sadness.

"Well, too bad I had to go now..."

"Hehe...go where exactly?" The old monkey stepped forward, ChiLiang at your confused face.

"...Home? My job is done here; we found the relic."

"Relics, y/n. More than one." Said your friend, noticing your perplexion, "There's six senses, remember?"

"Five more?!"

"But you found the First One. The first step had been taken, my dear..."

"I almost died back there..." You retorted to the old monkey, "No one knows if we could take the others..."

"No one knew you could retrieve the first one either... and yet..." His trembling hand motioned towards the bird, singing happily to be back in a place that it seemed to remember.

"Every adventure has a beginning and an end. But, for now... you rest."

With these words, the old monkey had left the both of you to talk about your adventure with the youngest ones, so eager to know about the fight that you spoke of.

That night, the village decided to hold a party to celebrate your victory, with fruits and food from all the mountains as the main course and wine that flows as fast as a river. Despite the realization that your duty wasn't complete, you must admit that the joyous atmosphere was contagious even with you, and after some time of overthinking about your situation, you soon joined the party, alongside your friend.

"I'm exhausted..." You said, collapsing on a soft cushion not so far from the bonfire of the party, the monkey soon followed you with two peaches in his hands, handing you one of them.

"I noticed! But don't you dare get away now; we have a bargain, remember?"

"Uh?... Oh right..." You remembered the promise that you two made before the fight. "But I don't want you to ruin your mood..."

"My mood," he continued, biting the peach. "It's about you talking to me."

"Wow, you really care for this, don't you?" You sighed while he looked at you with some half-closed eyes.

"... That old sage wasn't that good, was he?"

"... He was... difficult, I guess." He was measuring his words, but clearly he did hold him in some regard, his old king...even if now he had some doubts of his own.

"He hurt so many monks back there...he didn't care if they were good or bad..."

"He wanted to protect his master; he had his own motivation."

"...would you do the same? Hurting others for protecting me?"

He didn't respond, since he ALREADY did.

"... I don't want you to become aggressive and have some clearly anger management issues!"

"He had what?"

"My point," you sliced in two the Peach, "is that we found some good guys on the road...and the one that we learned their story was just...sad old souls...even the Elder..."

He looked at you; your sad expression was full of compassion even for the ones that wanted to hurt you, and you understood their motive... everyone there was a victim.

"...in that case, when we bring him back, we're both going to teach him a lesson!" He said, throwing away the seed of the peach.

"You don't have to do anything if you don't want to..."

"No, you're right. He needs to properly tò pay some respect for all of those dead monks AND for the troubles he had put US in!" He laughed a little, and, deep down, you felt better. Yes, that was certainly a thing to do on the list.

"And we need to understand some more things... what the Keeper said was kinda ominous..."

"Yes," you responded, "but... one step at a time. Firstly, you need to teach me how to defend myself. This damsel in distress thing is cute and all, but it's kind of overwhelming, and I'm really fed up with being the dead weight on you."

"Oh, I don't mind! I like feeling important..." You both laughed at his stupid look when he said this. Then, you clapped your hands, an idea coming to you.

"Oh, I GOT it! We should give you a name!"

"A name?"

"Well, a proper one! I don't want to call you Just Monkey forever!"

He was... baffled, somehow. Tò received a name; it's not something that monkeys usually do. A few of them received One, really important monkey, to be precise, but this was the first time that this idea was presented to him... 

Not like it wasn't appealing, but a name means... a lot. It means to be more than just part of the Monkey clan; it means to exist. 

"I... well... if you like?"

"All right... umm," you started to ponder... It needed to be a fitting name, something that could depict him.

"...How do you say Destined One in your language?"

"Ummm...well...Destiny Is Yuán fèn and—wait, hold it!" He looked at you, straight in your eyes, "Are you calling me the Destined One, just in another way?!"

You looked at him, holding your breath...then a blasting laugh escaped from your mouth, and you needed to hold yourself to not fall behind.

"It fit! Perfectly actually!"

Despite the stupidity, it was in fact a fitting name... And he started laughing.

Yuán fèn...It wasn't such a bad idea!

///

Between the frogs, the cricket, and the birds, the sound of some paws crashing on the water was heard in the swamp.

The heavy breath of a canine, far different from the ones that had decided to stay on the mountain under the Keeper's watchful eye, stopped the silence that brought the water. A scout searched for something in the shallow waters, sniffing and moving around with delicateness, fearing for whatever it was searching for to be crushed or hurt. 

It stopped, clearly aware that it had found what it was tasked to find, clearly satisfied, judging by the tail swinging.

"Yes, yes, I'm here... He took his sweet time to send you to fetch me; at least I regained an actual form..."

White scales shined in the moonlight that were reflected in the waters, a contrast between the yellow irises. Slowly, it started to crawl on the black fur ,finding a good place to avoid hurting its searcher and tò not fall on the ground during the run.

"They actually did it; they freed the Elder and the souls of the monks...and the relic..." He sighed, "It's still too early to know if they're the right ones..."

A White came from the creature while starting to leave the pond and the swamp.

"Eh...maybe you're right...if my brother has hope, then I'll pray for them too..."

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The Summit…

Choi San/AFAB Reader

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, violence and blood

A/N: mountain mountain i fucked up on the mountain-or whatever skz said 🤭 this one is short and hopefully sweet for the sweetest boy San hehe 🙂‍↕️ i think we can all agree its what he deserves ❤️ also i think he was in a ballroom what with the chandeliers? not that it matters but i think they all had a respective room in the mansion to destroy? but yeah hope you enjoy!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

You hurried to the mansion described in a hastily written note left on your desk by San. He must have snuck in late and left it in hopes you’d see it when you woke up.

As you entered the large abandoned building, Hongjoong walked up to you. ��He’s in the ballroom, try not to take too long, yeah? This place is going up in flames very soon.” he said with his usual devilish grin.

You headed in the direction he pointed to, desperately needing to find San as soon as you could to tell him everything you were feeling before it was too late.

You could already see him through one of the broken doors as you turned the corner. His muscular back exposed above the fur coat that hung loosely on his elbows. As the glass and debris crunched under your feet he turned to look at you, his dimpled smile appearing and making your heart flutter.

His tanned skin seemed to almost glow under the dim chandelier light as he walked towards you. You drank in every beautiful detail of him. His slicked back hair with small pieces sticking out that framed his forehead. His tight leather pants that hugged his well defined body that he so painstakingly crafted through years of working out. And the oh so well defined outline of his abs, chest and sharp jawline.

“You actually showed up,” he said with a smile as he adjusted the fur to rest on his shoulders properly. You swallowed hard, his soft clove scent intoxicating you like so many previous encounters. “Of course I did, you practically ran off after that kiss, that really hurt you know. Should’ve known better than to get involved with a damn fugitive.” you slapped yourself mentally for how stupid you must have sounded. He just chuckled and moved closer, knowing he needed to apologize for that.

Honestly? You probably should have realized months ago in the snack isle of the grocery store what kind of man he was. Standing there with a busted lip and tattered clothes. The friend he was with had walked off saying something about getting drinks. He looked confused, his lip dripping blood down his chin and onto his shirt. You hesitated before telling him, but only for a moment. “Hey, you’re bleeding.” your voice coming out alot quieter than you had wanted. He turned to you, his beat up face now more visible. You hurried closer to him, “God you’re all beat up, are you okay?!” you reached into your bag and pulled out a clean handkerchief. You dabbed at the blood, a horrible idea considering he was a stranger and who knows if he had something, but your wanting to help someone in need overtook your doubt.

He looked at where you cleaned his chin, your hands then moving to tug at his shirt. “That’s gonna stain but,” your hands moved to the large hole at his side, “I guess that doesn’t really matter.” you said under your breath.

“I’m San.” his deep voice pulled you from your thoughts. “Oh uhm, hello San I’m Y/n.” you said with a laugh, your face flushing once you saw his deeply dimpled smile. “Here, in case it starts bleeding again.” you said as you handed him the fabric.

Once he took it in his hand, you now saw his bruised and bloodied knuckles. “Thanks.” he said and held it at one of the wounds on his hand that had split open. “It’s none of my business but, maybe you should go to the hospital?” He scoffed at your suggestion, “I’ll be fine, thanks for your help.”

His friend from before walked up, his very intense resting bitch face not changing upon seeing you. “Let’s go. Can’t waste too much time here, there’s cameras.” he whispered the last part but your ears caught it. San grabbed two bags of the chips he was staring at before you interrupted him and smiled at you. “Goodbye Y/n” he said with a wave and his friend pulled him away. You heard him silently chastising him as they walked off while San just laughed hard.

Later that night while you made dinner, you overheard the news saying there were currently 8 men on the run in the city. You went to fix your eyes on the TV screen and your heart sank when you recognized one of them as San. Had you come into contact with a wanted criminal?! You thought twice about calling the advertised hotline though, knowing there was always more to the story than the media portrayed. You went to bed that night, hoping you’d never have to see him again. But, the next day as you left for work, you saw him outside of your building. He was waiting for you, your now spotless handkerchief in his extended hand.

You stepped back cautiously causing him to sign in realization of how he must look right now. “Sorry I just, wanted to give this back.” You didn’t move closer to him though, even after he extended out his hand further towards you. He was now in much nicer clothes, black slacks and a pressed white button up. His hair was slicked back and you took in his features for the first time, completely mesmerized by him if you were being completely honest.

“Did you follow me?” you asked moving closer, trusting his calm body language. You finally took back the handkerchief. He nodded, “Only cause the boss insisted, wanted to make sure you wouldn’t say anything.” You raised your brow, “Thought it was to give back this and thank me?” you teased as you waved the white fabric in front of him. He rolled his eyes and shoved his hands in his pockets. “I’m inclined to ask you, if you do plan on saying anything?”

You moved back with a giggle, catching another one of those deeply dimpled smiles. “I’m not so sure now, after the news report I saw last night.” His smile faded, his eyes fixed on you as he inched closer. “You already would have, if you really wanted to.” He caught your bluff, laughing as you pressed your lips together in defiance.

“Thanks again, not many people like you left in this godforsaken city,” he said with spite. “You’re welcome, and thanks for bringing this back.” you said softly as you stuffed the hanky into your bag. “Even if you did stalk me to do it.” He chuckled, “If you knew my boss, you’d follow his every order too.”

You sighed, “You in some kind of gang?” Your question was genuinely out of curiosity, but you knew people didn’t normally ask so bluntly like that. “No, we’re more of a family.” he said and you cocked your head to the side.

“That sounds exactly like what someone in a gang would say.” you said plainly and gasped suddenly as the bus you rode to work sped by the two of you. “Shit that’s my bus! Gotta go!” you yelped as you ran off like a bat out of hell.

He watched as the bus didn’t slow down, despite you clearly running after it. You wailed at the passing bus about how you were going to be late, your chest heaving to catch your breath. San had walked up to you in your frenzy, “I can take you, if you don’t mind.”

Despite your gut instinct, you took his offer, sitting very closely to the door in case you needed to jump out if he tried anything strange. The two of you sat in the back of the car, its all black interior sleek and luxurious compared to any other car you’ve ever been in. “Oh boy, now you’re gonna know where I work, too.” San chuckled as the driver finally pulled up to your office building. “We already know where you work.” he said cooly, earning a wide eyed look from you.

Once the car was stopped the driver quickly got out to open the door for you. “Oh, thank you.” you said politely and he simply nodded, waiting to close the door as San slipped out behind you. He stared at the large building, almost as if he was surveying it.

“Oh god, this isn’t one of those, you’re my new boss type things, is it?” He looked over at you, “Why? Do you want me to be?” You don’t know why your heart fluttered at that but it did. The birth of a new kink perhaps?

“No, I don’t work here, just making sure you get in safe.” You nodded and began to walk off, “Well thanks for the ride. Consider us even, I guess.” You didn’t realize your choice of words in that moment, but they’d have an impact on him that would start the beginning of something incredible.

“You guess? This your way of saying you wanna see me again?” he asked with that same damn smile. You went hot, your knees wobbling only a little at the thought. He took your silence as the answer he was sure the both of you wanted. “Let me treat you to dinner sometime?”

Dinner? With a wanted criminal? You had to really think about it. But admittedly, not for very long. “Sure. Maybe. We’ll see.” you answered and he just nodded. “Alright! Don’t worry, I know where to find you.” he said with one last smile before getting back in the car.

After that, he did in fact find you. In more ways than just your location. The two of you spent alot of time together after that wonderful dinner. Quiet dates at not very popular places as to not raise suspicion. Staying up late talking for hours in your home. He even cooked dinner for you one night, the food being delightfully edible considering he complained about it not coming out well. You soon came to realize that you craved his presence. Having him in your home was comforting, even just platonically.

That is until one night, sitting on the steps of your apartment building, when you finally made a move to kiss him. You had moved closer once you felt his hand on your waist, taking it as his first move. You had fallen for him hard, and it was so easy too, considering he was one of the kindest and gentlest people you’d ever met.

He pulled away first, almost as if he had some kind of realization. “Getting involved with me isn’t wise, sweetheart.” his voice was soft as he held your face. “Why? I still don’t even know why you’re wanted- god I don’t even think I really care!” you said turning away from him, embarrassed after admitting that to yourself for the first time.

“Me and my team, we’re here to take down Z.”

And since that long explanation that night, he hadn’t come back to see you. You were lonely once again, losing his presence had hurt you so badly. So when you saw his note, you were determined to tell him exactly how you felt.

“Yet here you are, with that same fugitive.” he said as one of his hands went to rest on his waist while the other adjusted his bulge. The tight leather pants he wore molded so perfectly to his body that they left nothing to the imagination. Your eyes couldn’t look away as his perfect form moved closer.

“What do you want? You ask me here to embarrass me again?” your voice cracked towards the end, the emotions being too much to bear.

It was silent for a few seconds before he answered. “I wanted to say sorry, I shouldn’t have left like that but,” he took your hands in his, “I just didn’t want anyone to hurt you ‘cause of me.” You felt your tears start to fall, the warmth of them contrasted by the cold of the room. “But you ended up being the one to hurt me San.” you said as he moved his hands to wipe away your tears with his thumbs. “I know, I’m sorry sweetheart.” he said before moving in to kiss you.

The feeling of him being this close to you after months was exhilarating. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer. His hands went to your rear, wasting no time in sliding under your skirt to squeeze your ass. He moaned into the kiss as your hands began to trail downwards, just palming at his hardening length was enough to make him crazy.

He pulled away in a huff, “There’s something else,” his voice was low, his head tilting quickly as he sucked his teeth. You felt him squeeze your sides tighter, “What is it San? Just tell me.” you said through swollen lips. “Tonight is, our last stand against Z.” You could tell he was hurting, his eyes quickly darted away from yours, threatening to tear up. “we’ll be fighting to our deaths after we burn this place down.”

Your heart skipped a beat, your head going down to avoid his eyes once what he said settled in. “Oh, I see.” you said and rested your head against his chest.

“I’m happy I got to meet you, despite everything.” his hand moved to rub your head, “My only light in the darkness of this city.” You only cried harder at his words, holding him tighter and not wanting to let him go. You didn’t care if the house burned with the two of you inside at this point, if it meant you could stay in his embrace.

“San…” you said against his chest. “Yes?” his voice was soft as he held you tightly. “Please, just stay with me, you don’t have to do this.” You knew your words wouldn’t stop him, but you felt it in your heart to ask regardless. He looked at your teary eyes, unable to answer. He’d never give up in fighting Z, despite falling in love with you. And you both knew that.

He simply leaned in to meet your lips once again, leading the kiss into a very passionate and desperate frenzy. His strong hands trailed down your sides, quickly cupping you rear to lift you up. He didn’t once break away from your sweet mouth as he walked you back against a nearby wall. “San,” you huffed against his lips, licking at them with need. “I know baby,” he said before latching onto your neck, sucking hard against your heated skin.

His hands moved to your front, fingers deftly dipping into your underwear. A whimper escaped his throat as he pushed against your wet folds. “Hold on.” You said his fingers slipping out of you and his weight shifting to let you onto your feet. You pulled down your underwear, letting them fall down and hang from one ankle as he lifted you back up against the wall.

He had undid his pants and pulled himself from his boxers, his hard dick now sliding against you only briefly before pushing completely into you. You moaned at the stretch, looking at him with sultry eyes as you bit your bottom lip. “Too bad our first time is also our last time, huh?” he asked with a smile, accepting his fate as. you gripped at his beck. He growled as you bared down around him, “It’s tragic really,” you said before kissing him hard.

His hips snapped against you, his breath hitching every time he plunged back into you. You watched him as he worked, wiping the sweat from his brow as you moaned out. “Fuck, let me ride you, please.” You barely finished your sentence before he helped you onto your feet and eagerly layed down on the dirty floor. You didn’t waste any time in getting on top of him, his member still hard and needy. Your hands graciously massaged the expanse of his chest and abs, unable to hold back a smile at how happy he made you. The dust and debris dug into your knees as you bounced on him greedily.

He was downright pussy drunk at this point, moaning and praising you as his hands gripped you tight. “Fuck, I’m sorry baby, so fucking sorry.” His voice was hoarse as he pumped into you, meeting your movements chaotically. The two of you fucked desperately, both chasing your climaxes as your hearts sank at the inevitable parting of your bodies.

Every nerve in your body was firing as he hit your spot every time he pumped back in, your legs weak from riding. Your moan sounded like a scream in the echoey room as your orgasm finally washed over you.

You leaned down, kissing him weakly still bared down on his dick as he fucked into you faster and harder. He constantly kept whispering out “I’m sorry” and “I love you” against your lips, his hips stuttering as he came into you hard. Your hands had moved to either side of his head as your body gave out, “I hate you so much.” You lied through your tears, knowing that you were deeply, if not madly, in love with him. But saying it now didn’t matter. It would hurt far too much. And it wouldn’t change a damn thing.

There was a cough from the far side of the room, causing you to jerk upwards. San held your hips down, not caring who it was as your wet cunt warmed his cock deliciously. “Sorry to interrupt but, the boss says it’s time.” Jongho said and left as quickly as he appeared.

The two of you soon exited the building, hand in hand, an empty gas can in sans other hand after he doused the ball room in gasoline. You looked around to see the others waiting and you ignored the whispers of the other men once San started talking to them, not caring what they might have heard or seen as you headed off away from the house.

You watched as they made quick work of soaking the front of the building in gas, and setting it ablaze. The eight of them stood in from of the flames, the heat licking their skin as they all came to terms with their fates together. They all headed to their respective vehicles, San beckoning you over to his, sweetly saying he’d drive you home.

San held your hand the whole drive back, softly rubbing your skin with his thumb as he talked to Wooyoung. The two of you didn’t need to say anything to one another, it’d be too sad and pointless anyway. He got out to open the door for you once the car stopped in front of your building. You were reminded of the day he dropped you off at work and you wished more than anything to be back during that time as you held back your tears.

“Well uh, thanks for coming. I mean ugh! Shit, you know what I-“ he said awkwardly before you cut him off with your lips, pouring all the love you had for him into the kiss. “Goodbye San.” He pulled you back to him and kissed you one last tine hopelessly, sad and hating the fact that this was the fate of your brief relationship. “Goodbye Y/n” he pulled away and turned from you, not once looking back as he headed to the waiting car.

Your life went back to normal after that. Well, about as normal as it could be after that whole intense ordeal. It didn’t get any better when you watched the news and the eight members of Ateez were confirmed dead after their standoff with Z and his followers. In better news however, Z didn’t make it out either. The news clips had showed his beheaded body briefly before quickly blurring it out and cutting the live footage. At least there was a silver lining, despite it being very thin and dull.

As you slept, you dreamt of San. His strong arms holding you, his soft lips kissing down your body. You could almost feel him too, his presence close like it usually was whenever he was in your home. You woke up in a huff, breathing heavy and looking around, hoping what you felt in your dream was real.

But he wasn’t there, and your tears finally fell upon realizing you’d never see him again. A sudden tap at your window broke you free from your thoughts, the sound scaring you for only a second before a wave of relief washed over you, knowing that pattern of taps as San’s. You quickly opened the window upon seeing him on your fire escape, just as beaten up as the first day you met him.

“You idiot!” you said before pulling him in by his collar. He chuckled as he got to his feet inside your warm home, “Thought you’d be happier to see me.” His hands were cold as they cupped your face, his nose just as cold as he nuzzled it against yours. “I would be if you weren’t all beaten up again.”you squeaked out before you started crying into his chest.

“I’m fine, I promise.” He said and kissed your forehead. “Can’t say the same for Z though.” You looked at him through tears, “Were you the one who decapitated him?” He shook his head with a laugh, “Nah, I’d never take that privilege from the boss.” He moved away from you, sitting down in a nearby chair and letting out the heaviest breath. His adrenaline rush subsided and the reality of his painful body hit him.

“Well, what now?” you asked as you went off to the kitchen to get him a glass of water. “Now, we rest.” He sounded bone tired, taking the glass you offered and gulping down the water quickly. You watched him, your arms crossing over your chest. “Won’t they figure out that those bodies weren’t yours though?” He placed the glass down on the TV console next to him before he stood up to face you. “Yeah that’s why I’m here, to take you with me.” He smiled as he took your hands in his. Had it been anyone else, at any other time, you’d probably protest. You’d definitely say no. But it was San, the love of your life. So you immediately got a bag and stuffed it with some clothes and your most important things that could fit inside. “Lets go then!”

He helped you down the fire escape, kissing you softly when you finally got down onto the ground safely. “You sure about this? Really?” he asked as the two of you hurried to the car. “I love you San, of course I’m sure.” You pulled him close into a loving hug, the man before you sighing with relief as he held you. “I love you too.”

A/N: man oh man do i love climbing mountains 🤭🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ he looked WAY too good in the mv i couldn’t NOT write something hehe also this has something to do with the lore right? not the smut, but the mv? its got something to do with Z and the lore it just HAS to 🥴

[david-tennant-in-chairs]

He has no rival for most beautiful man alive in my world

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[dephoraowo]

The Wen Remnants were Wei Wuxian's Family

Wei Wuxian had multiple families before. He had his parents, but they died. He had the Jiangs, but they weren't really his family to begin with. He was never treated like a family member in the household, and he never belonged in the family either.

I feel like the real family that he had in his first life were the Wen remnants.

“…Who cares about the broad and bustling highway?” He humphed. “I prefer to follow the single-plank bridge into the darkness… Into! The! …Into the darkness?”

When he sang out the word “darkness,” he suddenly noticed that it wasn’t dark at all. The black summit he always returned to was vastly different tonight.

The area around the few little huts had been swept clean; even the weeds had been pulled. Several round, vibrantly red lanterns hung in the nearby woods, dangling from branches. The lanterns were all handmade. While they were simple and crude, they emitted a warm light that illuminated the pitch-black forest.

The fifty-odd people would usually have finished their meals and holed up in their run-down shacks by now, with the lights extinguished. But tonight, they were all gathered in the most spacious hut. That hut, which consisted of a rooftop held up by eight wooden stakes, could accommodate everyone. The small structure next to it was the “kitchen,” so this had become the dining hall.

He saved them when they were slowly being killed. He did it because it was the right thing to do. And he was the only one who willingly laid down his life for them.

Life may be cruel for them, but they made the most of it with each other.

Wei Wuxian, finding the sight strange, walked over with Wen Yuan under his arm. “Why is everyone here today? Not heading off to bed? It’s so bright with all those lanterns.”

Wen Qing walked out of the kitchen, carrying a plate. “The lanterns were hung for your sake, oh elder one. Let’s make more tomorrow and hang them on the mountain path. It’s not easy to find your way around in the dark. You’ll trip and break a bone one of these days.”

“Come now, even if I break a bone, don’t we have you?” Wei Wuxian said.

“I certainly don’t want to do extra work. It’s not like I get paid for it,” Wen Qing shot back. “If you do break a limb, don’t blame me for bruising you when I set it.”

...

“What, you guys haven’t eaten yet?” Wei Wuxian asked. “Nah. We were waiting for you,” Wen Qing answered.

“Why are you waiting for me? I already ate,” Wei Wuxian said.

As soon as he spoke, he realized he’d made a mistake. Sure enough, Wen Qing slammed a plate onto the table, and the red chili peppers sprinkled over the vegetables bounced with the impact.

“No wonder you didn’t buy anything. You spent everything at a restaurant, didn’t you?” Wen Qing raged. “I’ve only got so much money, and I gave it all to you. Look at how carefree you are with your spending!”

“No! I didn’t…” Wei Wuxian tried explaining himself.

Look at Wen Qing and Wei Wuxian's cute little banter 😆. To me, they are the most iconic duo. The way he trusts Wen Qing to help him out with his injuries is so natural! I bet they were really close to each other. Maybe even as close as siblings!

The other cultivators busied themselves with setting out chopsticks and pouring tea, saving the head seat for Wei Wuxian. Seeing them like this made him feel uncomfortable about accepting the gesture.

Over the past few months, he had been fully aware that the Wens were somewhat afraid of him. These people had heard of his vicious name and his insane deeds during the Sunshot Campaign. They had heard the widespread rumors of the savage, evil ways he took his anger out on people. With their own eyes, they had seen him order corpses to murder the living. In the beginning, old Granny Wen’s legs would shudder nonstop whenever she saw him, and Wen Yuan would hide behind her. It was many days before he dared to slowly approach him.

Although he saved the Wen remnants, they were still terrified of him XD. Guess Wei Wuxian really made a name for himself during the war. But Wei Wuxian didn't hold it against them. He was still kind and gentle towards them, and after some time, they started to warm up to him, to see him as their own, as their family.

But now, those same fifty pairs of eyes were watching him. Although there was still some fear in their gazes, it was the sort of fear attached to respect and reverence. Their eyes also carried a trace of cautiousness, and some intent to ingratiate themselves. However, it was by and large the same gratitude and goodwill that shone in the eyes of the Wen siblings. “Thank you for everything you’ve done, all this time,” Wen Qing said quietly.

They appreciate what Wei Wuxian had done for them and decided to host a feast for him TwT.

“You…are suddenly being nice to me. I’m kind of scared?” Wei Wuxian said.

Wen Qing’s knuckles seemed to briefly crack, and Wei Wuxian immediately shut up. However, she continued her quiet speech.

LOL 🤣🤣🤣. Wen Qing just wants to keep the somber atmosphere and Wei Wuxian can't help but tease her.

“…They’ve always wanted to have a meal with you, and to thank you. But you’re always busy running around or locking yourself up in the Demon-Quelling Cave for days and telling everyone you’re not to be disturbed. They were afraid they would distract you from your work or bother you. They thought you didn’t like to mingle with people and that you didn’t want to talk to them, so they didn’t want to pester you with any attempts at conversation. When A-Ning woke up today, Si-shu said we had to make you sit down for a feast, no matter what… So just sit down, even if you stuffed yourself to bursting earlier today. It’s fine even if you don’t eat. Just sit and chat, have a drink, and that’ll be enough.”

Wei Wuxian was struck silent. Then his eyes lit up. “Drink? There’s booze up here?”

The elder Wens had been watching them nervously, but as soon as they heard him say that, one immediately responded.

“Yeah, yeah. There’s drink.” He passed Wei Wuxian several tightly sealed jugs that had been sitting on the table. “It’s fruit wine. Made from wild fruits picked on the mountain. It’s got some real body to it!”

“Si-shu also loves to drink,” Wen Ning said from where he was crouching by the table. “He knows how to make wine and made those specially for tonight’s dinner. He tried for many days.”

Because he now spoke so slowly, one word at a time, he did not stutter. Si-shu gave an abashed smile but continued to nervously stare at Wei Wuxian.

“Is that so?” Wei Wuxian said. “Then I gotta give it a try!”

He sat down at the table, and Si-shu immediately opened a sealed jug and passed it to him with both hands. Wei Wuxian sniffed it and smiled.

“It does have a pretty nice body!”

The others sat down along with him. After hearing his praise, smiles split their faces as if they had been greatly commended, and they dug in with their chopsticks.

🥹🥹🥹. Such a heartwarming family dinner. I wonder if this is Wei Wuxian's first time having such a dinner. He certainly didn't enjoy the meal whenever a certain Madame was around.

For the very first time, Wei Wuxian paid no attention to the wine’s flavor.

He thought to himself, Follow the path into the darkness…huh?

It wasn’t all that dark.

Suddenly, he felt refreshed and alive.

This act of kindness by the Wens might not seem much to us. But it meant so much to Wei Wuxian. It showed him that even though the road to righteousness is dark, there's always a tiny beam of light shining through. It showed him that there's always hope in the darkest times. And that this time, he's not alone in it anymore. He's got his new family, and that is what's most important.

[joshleyson]

Life Update + Postcards from Mount Pulag

If there's one thing I'm particularly proud of that I did this year in the name of self-care, it is using my Apple Watch for what it was designed to do and being mindful of closing my rings on the Fitness App, which includes meeting my Move, Stand, and Exercise requirements for the day.

Last weekend, I went on my first major walk this year, to Mount Pulag in Benguet, the majestic and highest mountain in Luzon. For the first time ever, I was able to set a *drum roll please* record-breaking 42K steps, perhaps more because my watch died in the middle of the climb. It never occurred to me to go on this ALMOST 10-hour hike until J, who by the way was a famous OG Tumblr influencer during the peak Tumblr era circa 2012 (if you know him, mag-asawa ka na hahaha), introduced me to the idea of going to Baguio (I haven’t been to Baguio since forever) and eventually having to explore Mount Pulag after. J and I have known each other for over 12+ years, but it was only this year that we began to see each other more frequently; he is also the person who introduced and challenged me to finish my rings on the Fitness app. I began this "ring" journey at the end of March, but I wasn't fully committed until I started seeing some, hmm, what's the word, "changes" when I started monitoring my InBody results, which show my weight, BMI, muscle mass, and even body fat percentage decreasing. Long story short, I'm making some small progress with trying to make my BMI normal again. Hey, don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to paint the typical fitness buff image with raging, strong-looking muscles, because that's not who I am, but I wanted to give myself credit also for losing 10kgs in just 4 months, and I'm not even pulling my hair out about it, just that awareness of "Did I close my rings today?" moment. Like I told J, I never expected accountability to feel this good. So I'm quite delighted with that.

Enough of the fitness thingee and going back to Mount Pulag, I'm so happy that we were able to pull it off this year. We started by staying in Baguio for 2 days which by the way the weather was THE. BEST. Having to walk around the city in layered clothes without breaking a sweat as a pawisin was HEAVEN. It was something that I missed when I went back to Manila. After 2 days, we headed straight to Kabayan, Benguet, where our homestay was located, and by midnight started our trek to Pulag summit. The trek was surprisingly easy. The quiet and quaint landscapes while on our way to the summit were something that I enjoyed so much. It was tiring and yes, the weather was extremely cold. Miss Hypothermia is REAL especially on the summit but with the right amount of clothing, it's no biggie. Just do a little bit of research before signing up for the hike and you'll be just fine. On that trip, we met and bonded with new faces which I hope soon will become friends because they're nice to be with which made the hike bearable. Being the beach person that I am which is very OBVIOUS on this blogosphere, exploring the mountains and the countryside was very refreshing to see and I kinda wanted to make that commitment to at least do this at least once a year. Let's see!

(No Light Pollution? Here's the Milky Way captured in the default iPhone camera app.)

Overall, the Mountain Province trip including late-night walks in Baguio, wandering to places and cafés and bar hopping walking side to side because we’re drunk AF, and then Mount Pulag was something I'm so grateful for that I get to check them out this year. There were "unplanned" and "down" moments on that trip, sure, but I guess that's just normal, especially since I'm with the person I wanted to get to know more, and J, if you're reading this, thank you. I feel like all the things that happened on that trip have a reason and I just wanna say thank you for being…you. I will not be surprised if one day that rough idea of a psycho-thriller slasher movie we kind of created while sitting on a bus will soon come to life. Write that fucking screenplay. PLEASE.

So that's my not-so-quick life update that no one asked about. I think I mentioned before in this space that the more I have something "major" going on with my life whether professional or personal, I am less inclined to talk about it versus in my heyday, loud, teenage years and I think that's what really living is all about. Touch some grass they say, and literally, I did that in the mountains of Mount Pulag, and those memories which I hope I could bottle, and that seeing something so beautiful is enough to remind me that everything's gonna be alright.

Siri, play Gravity by Sara Bareilles, JOSHY

(Mountain Province, July 2024)

[plussizefantasia]

Hiiii! I just discovered your blog and I LOVE ITTT and can I request either Thorins company or just Fíli x reader where reader is the one to kill Azog and then almost dies and loses consiousness for a while??

LMAO why does that sound like such a pick me scenario now that I actually typed it out😭😭 well anyway, I hope youre doing well :)))

Thank you for the request! Sorry it took so long but between my Internship, actual school work, and my job I don't have much time to write. I hope this is what you wanted because I enjoyed writing it!

Fili x Reader

WC: 1.8k

Warnings: Violence and battle, almost dying, follows the request pretty closely

There was too much going on around you for any one thing to stick in your mind. The past hours, days, weeks hell even months were a blur of exciting moments to exciting moments where you escaped certain death more times than you could count on your fingers. It was overwhelming to sit and think about, so you didn’t.

You didn’t have time to think, you had to fight. You had to fight the elves who threatened your kingdom’s door, you had to fight the men who aided the Elves and then suddenly you had to fight the monstrous creatures who burst through the very earth in front of you. 

If anyone were to ask why you fight, the answer you’d give them would be ‘for my kingdom’, there is a duty and honor in fighting for your king and the mountain he is destined to rule. But that answer wouldn’t be entirely true, sure you fought for the king, but not because he was the king. You fought for Thorin because fighting for Thorin was fighting for Fili, the heir and the dwarf who stole your heart. 

You aided the throne, and it helped that the dwarves who sat upon it were like family. You would die for the line of Durin, you’d kill for them. 

So when you saw those idiot men, full charge on the back of a ram up to Ravenhill and directly into danger you pushed yourself harder than you ever had to get to them in time. You ran up the incline, slashing at any foe in your way. Your mind clear of all except your goal, to get to him, to protect him, to hold him in your arms.

The number of enemies thins out as you reach the top, only a few orcs stay near to the tower and they are taken out easily. You push yourself harder.

Finally, with shaking hands and cuts on your fingers from the jagged rocky edge, you rise above the summit and haul yourself into a standing position, quickly spinning and taking stock of what awaited you.

Thorin, Dwalin, Kili, and Fili are standing in a huddle near the center of the ice. Thorin gives commands and the others nod before splitting off.

Splitting off?! What kind of daft idea is that? You shake your head and scoff under your breath before once again launching into a run to meet up with your beloved and his brother. 

Quietly you slip into the stone structure behind them following the princes as they make their way up the semi-exposed stairway.

You only speak up when Fili utters his ridiculous plan about splitting up even further, you tell him as such.

“That is the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard you say out loud, amralime.” Both princes make their best impressions of spinning tops and snap their gaze to your slightly amused one. “Three is better than one in all scenarios, we shall go together and give ourselves a fighting chance.” Your tone left no room for discussion and you motioned for the boys to continue onwards. 

The princes in all their chivalry sandwiched you, Fili in front of you, and Kili behind, all three of your heads were on a swivel. It wasn’t until you almost reached the top that you motioned for your little party to stop and listen.

You didn’t understand black speech but you knew what it sounded like, and though it was soft you could hear a conversation occurring on the other side of the wall you were hiding behind. 

You shift slightly, going to whisper the plan to your companions but before you can the brothers have managed to have what you can only assume was an idiotic silent conversation sealed with a singular nod at each other.

Because one moment, they are crouched behind the wall with you, and the next they are letting out a battle cry and rushing over the wall and directly into unknown danger. You’d take the time to roll your eyes and bang your head against the rock if you had the time. However, you need to jump into action, so you do.

Launching yourself over the wall only moments after the brothers, your eyes lock onto their fight immediately. Four or five orcs, all armored and armed to the tooth tower over the dwarf princes and slash at them from all angles. 

You run through the empty space whenever you see it slashing the sides that the orcs leave open and decapitating them whenever given the chance. Together you take down three before you hear a shout from Kili and the movement around you freezes.

You also freeze when your eyes land on the sight of your lover and future husband in the grasp of Azog the Defilier. He dangles Fili over the edge and speaks loudly down to whoever is standing below. 

You do not hesitate before acting, taking too long lunges and readying your sword you launch yourself at the back of the pale orc, fully sheathing your sword into the space where his heart should be and pushing both of you off the side of the wall face. 

If you had given this plan any thought at all you would’ve deemed it as idiotic as the plans the men had made, but all you saw in that moment was the life of the dwarf you loved, in danger. You acted swiftly and without thought and it could very well cost you your own life. 

You watch as Azog’s grip on Fili loosens and the dwarf is released from his grasp, falling oolong side you and into the snow piled at the bottom of the wall. A fall that will surely bruise him but he would survive and that is all that matters.

Nobody tells you how it feels to fall to your death, it must only take seconds, and yet it feels like a lifetime. An entire lifetime rushing past you, the wind blowing through your hair, and the view blurring out of focus. Eventually, like all things that fall you reach the ground.

You are not fortunate like Fili to land in a snowbank, instead, you land atop the body of an Orc, your head crashing against the ice as you try to roll off of him. 

The orc is unmoving next to you as you stare into the sky above you, your breathing is labored and your vision is growing dim. 

Is this what it feels like to die?

You see Fili’s concerned face hover above your own before everything goes dark, you think you smile but you can’t be too sure.

Your vision is restored all at once, and the first thing you clock is that the view is different. Where you last looked upon the bright sky, with your lover’s face gazing down on you, now you only see dark stone and wooden beams, caressed by the flickering light that indicated a fire nearby.

You hear the cracking of wood and nothing else. You take a moment to do a mental scan of your body. There is a slight pain in all of your limbs and you’re reminded of a knife wound you took to the thigh. The most prominent is the dull but persistent ache radiating from the back of your head. 

You try to sit up to get a clearer picture of what is happening, moving makes the pain worse but it is still not the worst you have felt so you push on. Groaning under your breath you make yourself stand. 

You get a better look at your surroundings, the room your in is decidedly dwarvish, the intricate carvings in the wall, and the build of the fireplace enough to give that away. You were in a room inside the mountain, presumably, one in the furthest reach of the east wings, where the dragon damage was less severe. 

While you stand and gaze around the space you find yourself in, the door to the room opens slowly, and in walks a blond dwarf with a braid matching your own. He carries a tray of food in his arms and doesn’t look up immediately.

When he does he freezes, looking your body up and down and up once more. He blinks twice and a smile with the brightness of the Arkenstone itself radiates from his face. The tray is cast aside onto the table in the center of the room and he takes quick strides to get to you.

He wastes no time pulling you into his arms and burying his face in your hair. 

“You are awake.” He mutters into your locks.

“I think so.” You reply.

“You have been asleep for a week, I carried you down from Ravenhill myself. You were looked at by both Oin and an elvish healer. It was terrifying.”

“More terrifying than fighting a dragon?” You try to tease. It doesn’t land.

“Yes.” Is his serious reply. “You did not hear the sound of your head hitting the ice, nor did you feel the panic I felt when you wouldn’t open your eyes again.” His words are fierce and full of fire, contrasting with the almost delicate hold he has on your body.

“I am sorry.” You whisper. “I did not think, I just saw you in danger and the rest was instinct.” 

“I understand, but I am still not happy.” Fili pulls back slightly and looks into your eyes as he speaks.

You match his gaze, “I can live with that.” You place a singular delicate kiss on his lips, smiling at the feel of his mustache braids on your face. The coolness of the beads makes you feel alive. And you are glad for it.

“Thorin wishes to see you. I promised I would tell him when you woke.”

“Why does he want to see me?” You ask.

“Maybe because you saved his heir and killed the orc that had been hunting us for nearly half a year?” Fili cocks his head to the side and smirks at you. 

“It is bad to say that I wish to spend a little more time with you before being unleashed into the grasp of the rest of the Company?”

“Only if it is also bad that I wish the same thing,” is his easy reply. “How about we just eat for now and then we can decide what to do next after that, hmm?” His voice is soothing and his idea favorable. You nod and he smiles again.

So you two spend the rest of that evening together, talking, eating and hodling onto one another. 

Both of you are sure that this is not the last battle you will face together, but this one ended well and you will cherish the moments of peace in each others company.

The rest of the world can wait.

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Not When I’m Here // Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Things feel off as you two hike up the shadow of the mountain, but Sebastian may not be so oblivious as he seems.

Word Count: 1950 (oops)

(All characters 18+ & warning: descriptions of pain)

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You loved exploring with Sebastian. Taking on daring adventures with him felt less scary, somehow. You supposed it was simply for the added artillery. And yet, quests with Natty or Poppy just didn't feel quite as... thrilling.

You enjoyed their company, of course, but it felt even better with Sebastian. There was a great air of mischief about him--you had never met someone like him. Your friends in your house were clever, of course, being Ravenclaw, but Sebastian could voice the thoughts in your head before you'd decided to speak them.

This particular expedition, however, felt tenser than usual, for some reason. Usually, Sebastian was unnervingly good at dissipating your fears just as they arose, throwing out some quip that you'd wish you'd come up with first. But tonight, the lines on his face were like stone, and the occasional comment he made felt forced. Like he was speaking to you only out of obligation. Your trek up the switchbacks felt particularly grueling.

"Thestrals overhead," you heard Sebastian say from over your shoulder. "Some consider them a bad omen."

"Hmm," you started, feeling mutinous. "Not everyone does."

You sensed rather than heard Sebastian sigh. You could also feel his glare at the back of your head, but you refused to give in and turn to look back at him.

"I know that," he said slowly, angrily.

You were just about ready to burst, and you gave a heaving sigh of your own in response, baiting him.

"All right."

"I'm making small talk," he shot back. "I'm not going to trek up this mountain in silence."

Since when do we need small talk?!, you wanted to yell at him, but you bit your tongue, continuing the trudge. The silence grated at your nerves, made every snapping twig the fell of a goblin's boot, every rustle of leaves a curse cast in your direction. The typical sense of surety you had grown to expect from Sebastian was gone, and it left you on edge.

Finally, you felt the ground begin to level out. A plateau, perhaps, or maybe, Merlin-willing, the summit.

"Kill any who trespass," you heard the sneer of a goblin up ahead, and you halted in your tracks, ready to cast a disillusionment spell on yourself. You turned to Sebastian, expecting to see him doing the same, when he sprinted past you.

"Let's go!" he shouted, not looking back at you as he careened ahead.

"Wait! We should have some sort of plan," you hissed back.

"I'm through planning," he ground out, before disappearing around an outcropping of rock.

You swore, hiking your robes up to run after him. Merlin knows what--or how many--was waiting for you on the other side.

You rounded the corner, and a blast of red whizzed by, narrowly missing you. A shriek escaped your lips as you took in the frenzy of light around you. There were so many, and you couldn't see Sebastian anywhere amongst them.

"Sebastian!" you shouted, and a few of the goblins that weren't already stumbling in your direction turned to you with sinister grins on their faces.

"If it ain't the little wizard who's been mucking with our work," one of them grunted.

He then turned the bright shade of red of a charged spell, and you only had a moment to throw up a protego before he was already on you, his enlarged form blocking your vision, the grisly details of his face shimmering purple through your shield. As he was pushed back by your block, you released and shot back with confringo.

As he burned, you froze another of his compatiots with a glacius, proceeding to slice him in half with diffindo, watching the shards catching the light of spells and shining different colors. You then felt a slice of pain on your arm and turned to see the first goblin, flames still licking up his armor, with a knife now dripping with your blood.

You felt your face twist into a grimace before you blasted him with a basic cast, then another, and another. Then with some distance between you, you shot a bombarda at him, catching a few others in the blast.

"Ha ha!" you heard from behind you. "Take that, goblin scum!"

You turned to see Sebastian engaged with another goblin or four, a wild grin on his face. He didn't appear to be injured, and he was handling himself fine in the current duel, so you turned back to face your own foes. The adrenaline running only partially kept your brain busy from the nagging feeling that you two still weren't in sync. You took out enemies as a combined force, not as two separate entities fighting their own battles.

Nevertheless, this battle had to be won. So, you shoved your anxieties down and readjusted your grip on your wand.

A troll had found its way into the campsite, and it now loomed in your vision. You threw ancient magic at it, pummeling its strong exterior. Bombarda and diffindo and confringo couldn't cut through its thick skin, no matter how much of yourself you threw into your movements and spoken incantations. You felt beads of sweat forming on your face and had to resist the urge to smear them off. You couldn't afford the break in rhythm. As you dodged one of the troll's attacks, you rolled right into the path of a goblin.

"What do we have here?" he sneered, grabbing your injured arm and hoisting you up in an iron grip. You couldn't stop yourself form wincing as your wand fell out of your hand.

"No!" you shouted, fighting violently against his hold. But no matter how erratically you thrashed, he held your arm firmly as he dragged you away from the heat of the battle and towards an opening in one of their tents.

Why doesn't he just kill me here? you thought to yourself. What does he--or Ranrok--have planned for me?

The worst images you could conjure popped up unbidden in your mind, and your efforts increased tenfold.

"Quit your flailing!" the goblin shouted at you, striking your leg with his blunt weapon. You felt bones crack and cried out despite yourself. Bile rose in your throat as spots blotted your vision.

As you watched Sebastian fending off the last of the goblins and turn to face the troll, you accepted that he wouldn't notice your disappearance. Or he'd be glad to be rid of you.

Good. You would fight your way out of Ranrok's clutches alone. You didn't need his help. He was the one who got you into this mess in the first place--refused to craft a plan with you.

"Ranrok has plans for you, miss goody-two-shoes," the goblin gloated. "But he never said he wanted you delivered to him undamaged."

You heard him unsheathe a blade and caught the glimmer of light off its wickedly sharp edge. The bile threatened to come out.

As Sebastian rolled away from the troll's club as it struck the ground, you caught him looking around frantically. When he turned his head far enough to spot you in the goblin's grip, his face altered. That nonchalant smug smirk he had worn during the duel had dropped altogether, and his skin paled. Then turned to stone, stuck in a fierce glare.

He whipped his wand to strike the troll with one last bombarda, not bothering to watch the troll fall to the ground, shaking the earth beneath them. He sprinted in your direction, and the goblin, spotting him, laughed.

"You silly boy," the goblin mocked, raising his weapon and dropping you to the ground.

Before you could even try to scramble up with your shattered leg, Sebastian raised his wand at the goblin.

"CRUCIO!" he shouted, the word ripping out of his mouth. The spell shot from his wand with a crackle like lightning, striking the goblin square in the chest. He fell to the ground beside you, crying in agony, begging for it to stop. And you watched, unmoving, before you felt gentle hands on your shoulder and elbow, inviting you up off the gound.

"Come on," Sebastian urged. "We have to get out of this clearing."

The second you were on your feet, though, your leg collapsed under your weight, and you fell into Sebastian.

"My... leg," you groaned as he caught you.

"What did he do to you?" Sebastian demanded.

"He just..." you gulped, "I'm fine. Shouldn't you..?"

You gestured with your free arm back to the goblin, still writhing on the ground. Sebastian turned slightly, still holding you up, and pointed his wand in the goblin's direction.

"Diffindo!" he cast, and you heard a clean slice--the moaning stopped.

Sebastian pocketed his wand. He then scooped you up and began striding further away. You wanted to protest that you didn't need to be carried, but you knew it would only be harder for him to help you walk. This way was easier, but you still felt like a burden.

He said nothing as the two of you quickly gained distance from the scene of the battle. His jaw was tense, and he didn't look at you. You tried to avoid watching him, glancing up at the night sky to try and recognize a constellation or two. He shifted his arms, and you felt yourself wince involuntarily. It was then that he finally shot you a look of concern--or of pain? You furrowed your brow. Something was bothering you.

"Why did you cast the Cruciatus Curse on him?" you asked.

He turned to look straight ahead again.

"I just--I looked over and saw his hands on you, and..." he trailed off and cleared his throat.

"He was going to hurt you," he finished, matter-of-factly.

He found a patch of grass on which to set you, and he began scrutinizing the still-bleeding wound on your arm.

"I get hurt all the time," you argued. "Every enemy I run into wants to hurt me in some way. Most of them do.”

"Not when I'm here."

He conjured up a strip of gauze and gently rolled back your sleeve. You couldn't stand it. You pulled back your arm a bit more roughly than you'd intended, and heard Sebastian make a discontented sound. You looked up to see his face flush, and you stared him down.

"Don't act like you really care. You couldn't hardly look at me before you charged into that goblin horde, and now you're wanting to bandage up my wounds?"

His mouth hardened into a line, and his jaw started working as he cast his eyes back to his hands. The gauze was partially connected to your arm, but the roll was still in his hands. He gripped the roll tighter, but said nothing.

"Perhaps I should do this on my own," you said.

His eyes flew back to yours, panicked.

"What? That's not what I--no. You can't--you--I...”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You didn't even know if you really meant that. It was bad enough with the trials; you couldn't bear the thought of continuing without Sebastian entirely.

"You need me," he said, almost like he regretted it.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at his boldness and making movement to get back on your feet--away from him. He caught your hand in both of his, the gauze dangling off your arm between you two.

"And I need you."

Something in his tone made you look back up to see him looking straight at you. His eyes were earnest, searching yours, and his mouth had softened from that hard line and now turned slightly downwards at the edges.

"I... I'm sorry," he continued. "I don't know what's gotten into me, but... when I thought you were... I--we're supposed to be a team. I want to be your team--I mean. I am on your team. Or you're mine. Or..."

You smiled despite yourself.

"Seb," you interrupted. "I get it. And it's all right."

You poked his leg with your good leg's foot.

"Now let's get me off the bench, coach," you said, nodding to your other leg.

He smiled a smile brighter than moonstone and continued wrapping your gauze.

[temozarela]

-> spectating

GOJO X GETO X READER MDNI, smut, masturbation, dubious consent, rough sex, anal sex, tears, bottom gojo, top geto

whoever decided to play seven minutes in heaven with three people owed you. no, they really owed you

WORD COUNT: 2k

ao3 version

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It had been Gojo’s turn to spin the bottle, and when the green glass neck had pointed at you, your cheeks had burned with embarrassment. No, maybe anticipation. Perhaps you had been shy in the spotlight of his amused gaze. It didn’t matter, because when the bottle had spun again and pointed at Geto, you wanted to bury your head in your hands. They weren’t exactly quiet about their sex life, and since The Incident of 2015, you knew that a third party wouldn’t deter them from their goal. So there you were, palms pressed against the door behind you as you leaned against the wall, the two men already lip-locked. Cucking the worst people you knew hadn’t been on your to-do list but seemingly God endorsed spontaneity. You guessed he also endorsed plain cruelty. Gojo whimpered against Geto’s lips as the buttons of his shirt were undone, the white linen crumpling on the floor. His torso was toned… No fuck that, he was ripped. His biceps and abs rippled with each frantic pull at Geto’s body, his stomach hollowing with each desperate breath. Pink blossomed over his pale chest, matching the rosy nubs of his nipples. In any other circumstance, you may have teased him for the way his upper body curved in a gentle hourglass. Girls would kill for that figure, you thought begrudgingly. Then Geto’s Hawaiian shirt was lost and your mind buffered. Nipple piercings. Geto had nipple piercings. They were gold and gorgeous, barely exposed to your wide eyes before they were being pulled and pinched between Gojo’s fingers. He was even bigger than Gojo. Gojo was lean, but Geto was built. There wasn’t an inch of tanned skin that wasn’t stretched by bulging muscle.

Gojo tipped his head back and moaned breathily as Geto peppered kisses down his throat. It occurred to you then that they had barely acknowledged you. However, their bad etiquette disappeared from your mind as Geto sucked at Gojo’s milky neck, leaving red and purple bruises as he went. The room you were in was suddenly filled with wet smacking noses as his lips and tongue worked at the pristine skin. With mild dread and overwhelming anticipation, you noticed that Gojo’s long fingers were working at his own belt. As soon as it was thrown to the floor, his black jeans bunched around his ankles and he was left in only his tight, blue boxers. You couldn’t even pretend not to see the massive mountain in the fabric. Everything began to feel far too real as your lustful stare honed in on the wet spot at the summit. Geto pulled away and assessed Gojo’s crotch. It was then, the man spared you a distracted look.

“If you get off to this, I won’t blame you.”

His voice was low and smooth. It wasn’t an instruction, nor was his tone forceful, but you sank to the ground. Once Geto had returned his attention to rubbing his thumb over Gojo’s clothed tip, you felt under your skirt for your panties, not able to take your eyes off them. When your fingers found the lacy fabric, you slipped them under it. Soaked. A spike of pleasure rippled through you as you experimentally rubbed your clit. Fuck. Gojo moaned sluttily as his boxers were pulled down his long legs. Fuck. His cock sprung up, his tip touching his stomach. Fuck. You hadn’t seen many cocks before in your life, maybe one or two in person, but you knew he wasn’t small. The head was pink, so glossy with precum that it looked like it was carved from rose quartz. Your fingers had returned to subtly spreading your slick up and down between your folds, resisting the urge to jolt every time your fingertip brushed your sensitive clit. Geto’s jeans were next, his boxers pulled down with them. He was smaller than Gojo in length, but thicker and- fuck, his tip was pierced. Their naked bodies collided with a slap, their hands roaming, grabbing, scratching, and pulling as they sloppily made out. If you weren’t so absorbed with the way their cocks twitched and rubbed together as their hips absentmindedly thrusted in an animalistic frenzy, you may have noticed Gojo’s whiny pleads as Geto’s palms slid lower and lower down his back. Your fingers had sped up on your clit as Gojo bit down on Geto’s shoulder.

“Please, please, fuck! Suguru, please-” Gojo whimpered, clawing at Geto’s back as he licked the bite mark on his shoulder almost apologetically. “Pleasepleaseplease, I wanna cum-”

“Patience, Satoru,” Geto cooed as his finger prodded Gojo’s opening, “Good things come to good boys who wait.” That must have been the moment when he pressed down on Gojo’s hole, because Gojo trembled. Geto pulled back his hand to spit on his fingers before returning to their previous position. You watched, breath held, as Geto slipped a finger in. Gojo wailed, cock jumping at the intrusion. And you? You were dripping onto the cold tiles below you.

It must have been seven minutes by now.

Watching Gojo be stretched by Geto’s fingers was erotic, to say the least. You had never seen Gojo so submissive. If you had it in you, it would’ve made amazing bullying material. Another finger went in, and Gojo buried his face in the crook of Geto’s neck, moaning like a bitch in heat with each movement of the digits inside of him. Soon enough, Gojo must have been deemed loose enough, because Geto slammed him against the wall next to you. Startled, you shuffled back, hand still nested inside your panties. Though the assholes didn’t acknowledge it of course, because Geto was now positioned at Gojo’s entrance and pushing in.

It was far too much excitement for one night, a voice at the back of your head reasoned, but was drowned out by the mantra of ‘fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck’ which echoed from every corner of your mind like a tornado siren. Gojo’s blunt nails clawed against the wall as crystalline tears began to drip down his flushed cheeks. The pinkness of his under-eyes only emphasised the startling blueness of his azurite irises, the tears glinting in the low light like diamonds. A familiar burning in your lower body caused you to tip your head back, your eyes fluttering shut against your will as you attempted to stave off your orgasm. Next to you, the wet slaps of the boys’ bodies got faster, Geto’s low grunts and Gojo’s whorish mewls and cries fuelling your imagination as your back arched. You edged yourself, tearing your hand from your panties at the last minute. Then, you opened your eyes. One thing you realised, was that you weren’t prepared for the sight in front of you. You hadn’t realised that they’d changed positions, and this was so much more… intense. Gojo now had his back to the wall, long legs wrapped around Geto’s string hips and arms around his shoulders. One hand had found purchase in Geto’s hair, pulling the ebony strands with strength which might have made you wince if you weren’t so turned on, the other hand was leaving fresh, red lines across Geto’s shoulder blades, droplets of ruby blood welling up in his wake. You might have felt sympathetic for Geto, if his teeth weren’t buried in Gojo’s trapezius as he snarled against the sore flesh. Amongst the moans and vicious sounds of skin-to-skin contact, a faint shuffling noise was coming from where Geto had set a punishing pace, fucking Gojo into the wall and moving him up and down the wooden columns. At a closer glance, Gojo’s cock was bouncing with every thrust into the air. He was so wet. Precum was dripping from his slit like a leaky faucet, creating a loud schlick noise as Geto’s hand worked his cock in time with his thrusts as he abused his prostate and sensitive shaft simultaneously. Your hand was back on your clit before you knew it. Fuck waiting for those two. You tried to set your pace with Geto’s powerful thrusts, but it made you over-sensitive, so you slowed down, leaving the abuse to the other two.

“Suguru, fuck! Fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!” Gojo screamed, his grip on Geto’s shoulders leaving red marks. He humped the air uselessly as Geto released his grasp, effectively edging him.

Geto grinned, his expression edging on animalistic. “Now, what did I say about patience?” He sped up his thrusts, almost out of malice as Gojo whined, shaking his head.

“I wanna cum- ‘Guru! Please- fuck! Lemme! I’ll be good!”

Gojo’s cheeks were wet with tears as Geto laughed, reaching to cup his face with one hand. In return, Gojo seemed to give him his best puppy eyes. With his eyes shrink-wrapped in tears, he almost looked adorable, you thought. There was definitely a ‘please, sir’ thrown into that stare, but maybe a ‘daddy’ too, if you looked hard enough. It came across that then Geto decided to be merciful as he reached with his other hand to massage the base of Gojo’s cock, his thumb tracing a prominent vein at the bottom of his shaft. With the hand cradling Gojo’s face, Geto tapped his red, bitten lips with his thumb, slipping it inside when Gojo ever-so obediently opened his tongue and stuck his tongue out.

“I have a feeling they might get fed up and open the door soon…” Geto cocked his head, slowly fucking Gojo’s mouth with his thumb as he jerked him off in ernest, “As much as I’d like them to see you like this…” He mused, “I’d hate to leave our witness disappointed.”

You straightened up a little at some sort of acknowledgment.

“Yeah, don’t leave me traumatised and blue balled.” You muttered, tracing circles around your clit, stalling.

Geto hummed in acknowledgment, “You hear that, Satoru?” He whispered, looking into Gojo’s half-lidded eyes, “It’s the least you could do.”

Geto removed his thumb from his mouth, licking the excess of saliva which dripped from the appendage. His pace of his hips and hand sped up and Gojo moaned, mouth wide open as he clumsily gripped the sides of Geto’s face, leaning forward to lethargically lick into the other man’s mouth in what, you guessed, was an attempt to make out. After sucking on Geto’s lower slip he leaned back again, a mixture of their saliva dripping from his glistening lips.

“Fuck, Suguru…” Gojo whined, fucking faster into Geto’s hand, “Oh fuck, I think…” He swallowed, “I think I’m gonna-”

Geto shushed him, his thumb moving to rub the tip of the other man’s cock. Gojo’s legs trembled, his moans getting higher in pitch and volume as his back arched. Your own pace sped up as you rubbed your clit, the noise of the copious amount of slip dripping from you was almost embarrassing. With a final twitch of his cock, Gojo squirted over his own abdomen, his seed dribbling over the contours of his abs. Then, Geto sped up, and so did you. You were the first to cum, clenching around nothing as your clit throbbed and swelled. Then Geto, whose thrusts slowed as he pumped Gojo full of his spend.

When they were done, Gojo swore loudly.

“Fuck! My back!” He scowled, stretching stiffly.

Geto laughed.

You adjusted yourself, albeit awkwardly, as you stood, attempting to erase any evidence of the fact you had just gotten off to the most obnoxious couple in the friend group.

“Not even a warning?” You spare them a withering glare, and they freeze comically. Gojo scratched the back of his head sheepishly whilst Geto just smiled, slyly.

“What? Are you complaining?” Geto teased.

Your cheeks felt warm, “No.”

Gojo looked up from where he had started wiping cum from his inner thighs and chest, “No?” He grinned.

Geto narrowed his eyes as he looked at Gojo, “Is that my shirt?” Gojo winced.

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Leaving that room was the single most awkward thing you had ever done. It had been over twenty minutes. Twenty. You weren’t scared for Gojo and Geto, since everyone either knew what had happened, or didn’t want to. No, everybody wanted to know what you had done. You weren’t exactly proud of it.

You had leaned over to Gojo before you left the room, your voice a hushed whisper.

“Can you just say we had a threesome? I don’t want people knowing that I got off to you two.”

“Ha! Sure.”