#i was so surprised when i saw it on his profile!!! :O

[merakiui]

after four years of hoping to one day share a birthday with a genshin character, kinich has answered my wishes. ( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و ♡

[churipu]

Ipinnn hear me out. Gojo sees his gf reader (who is stoic, a typical intj lol) saved his contact on her phone as "pretty boy". Note: reader never calls him any petname. Not even babe. Please your take on this😗😗 this thought has been plaguing my mind.

An intj char>> Wednesday Addams

𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗬 𝗕𝗢𝗬 𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦 !

────── 𝕴 . featuring. gojo satoru x fem! reader

────── 𝕴 . warnings. nothing, happy reading :)

note. hi hi nonnie, i'm so so so so sorry for the late update on your ask. i know you had a follow up ask and told me that this isn't a request, but i really wanted to write one for gojo because, honestly, gojo, brainrot. yes. anyways, i hope you enjoy this <3

"baby, can i please borrow your phone? i need to ring nanami for a mission," gojo poked your cheek — a couple of times at that, his blindfold holding back his white locks like a bandana, "i forgot to charge mine last night, please please?"

you cocked your head to the side where your phone laid right by your thigh, "password's your birthday."

gojo almost choked on his own saliva at the sound of his own birthday being your phone's password. a small device that's somehow supposed to be your safe sanctuary. considering how you don't have the sweetest tongue, this was a big honor for him.

he dived right beside you, clicking his birthday into the password engine and like you said — it unlocked the phone. gojo spared you a glance, "'ts really my birthday? your password's my birthday?"

humming in agreement, you then felt his lips land on your cheek. grazing your skin gently, "i thought you knew?"

gojo shook his head, "i didn't, but now i do!"

the man respects your privacy like you respected his, and so like his earlier words — he placed the phone to his ear after clicking in various numbers. it took him a while to start speaking, specifically after the third try.

you just knew nanami was ignoring his calls.

gojo began scolding, supposedly nanami who was on the other line regarding his late actions in picking up the call (which was not a rare occurrence at all) — but dived back in the topic pretty quickly, mentioning a mission a couple of times along with the name of itadori yuuji, whom you vividly recognized as sukuna's vessel.

your boyfriend then ended the call after cheerfully marveling out a goodbye. and just then, like something dawned upon you, your eyes traveled to him, "can you help me send a message to you."

gojo raises his brow in apparent confusion, but he nodded anyways, "to me? about what? why don't you just say it to me now, baby? 'm right here, why do you have to send me a message?"

"because there are a lot of things i want to ask for the next time you go on a mission," you mutter.

he tapped on your phone screen a couple of times, eyebrows furrowing deeply, "baby, why aren't i in your messages? did you block me?" his heart dropped to his stomach when he showed you the phone screen.

you wondered why he never bothered on checking the various profile pictures that sat inside a small sphere right beside their respectable contact names — sighing, you grabbed your phone and showed him the screen again, "what do you mean? you're pinned, right there," you pointed your index finger towards the message at the very top.

gojo blinked his cerulean blue eyes vigorously, eyeing the contact. my pretty boy. with a red heart emoji he never saw you use along your messages to anyone, not even him.

but there his contact sat on the very top, with a nickname, and an emoji. his mouth formed a little 'o' and he looks at you, "you named me your pretty boy?" his voice came out delicate, as if he was still washed over in surprise.

nodding your head, gojo slipped himself into your embrace, leaning his head into the space in between your neck and shoulder blade. his soft breaths hitting your skin, "satoru?"

"'m so happy, i could die." he dramatically whispers, "i'm pinned, you gave me a nickname, and then a red heart emoji? baby, do you know how happy that makes me?"

he slightly pulls back from you, staring into your eyes as you slowly shake your head, wondering what has gotten into him this time.

"did you really think i'd name anyone else that when you're my boyfriend, 'toru?" you questioned him, poking his cheek, "you didn't even question about my pinned message too."

gojo leaned his forehead towards yours, "what can i say? it's not like you could cheat on someone like me, 'm too charming," he teases you with a small smile before pressing a quick kiss to the tip of your nose, resulting in you scrunching it up slightly.

"whatever you say," you tell him, "what i was going to tell you is that — could you bring me back a lot of kikufuku next time? you ate everything last time and i didn't get any."

he chuckles, "anything for you, and yes you did get a lot."

"if one piece out of twelve is a lot, then i'm sorry for being dramatic," gojo laughs softly at the sight of how serious you looked while saying the said statement, "why're you laughing?"

he shook his head, "you're just too cute."

"can you send the message now so you won't forget the next time? and pin it, please. i really want them," gojo tangled his slender fingers in your hair, brushing them back.

"baby, i could get them for you right now, you know that?"

"i know, but you seemed very busy today so i could wait until you finish a mission," you mumbled, hand on his arm, rubbing them up and down his skin, "didn't want to bother you today."

gojo frowns a bit, "you're never a bother, say it. come on, say it."

you eye him oddly, "say what?"

"that you want me to go get you some kikufuku, three box, six box, ten, a hundred, you name me a number and i'll get them for you right now." he cooed — he brushed his lips against the side of your face, "come on, 'm waiting."

breaking a ghost of a smile, you nod, "i want them now, two box. one for you and one for me," raising up two fingers.

gojo nodded, "two box it is, pretty boy express coming through," he finally pecked your lips delightfully.

© CHURIPU 2024 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE

[blqstar]

main mha boys finding out their s/o’s tiktok famous

↳ featuring ; midoriya, bakugou, shoto

content warning: black reader, fluff, a lil bit of crack too, mention on y/n’s big booty and boobies 😏, profanity + slurs, not proofread (as always tbh lmao)

note: i literally just came up with this on the spot, i was so busy daydreaming, thinking about this lmao. y’all i promise a oneshot finna come out, im def a d1 procrastinator lolll

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 — izuku midoriya !

deku honestly isn’t the person to be on social media that much. really because he’s out training most of the time

but every time he gets the chance, he comes across videos of you

and when i say every time, i mean every single time lmao

edits, little clips of you from your original tiktok, even your own tiktoks you make.

baby, when he sees you in that video, in them lil black shorts and crop top

y’all his ass is DROOLING

he’s honestly a little flabbergasted but at the same time, he’s not. he knows his princess is absolutely drop dead gorgeous so it’s really no surprise that you would go viral.

he ends up following you after a while and decides to ask you about it, assuming that you didn’t know about it yourself

“hey , bunny , did you know you’ve been going viral lately ?”

“yeah , you ain’t know ? i’m surprised you didn’t know before , zuku-poo “

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ — katsuki bakugou !

i feel kats ain’t a person to have social media, so he shol don’t have no damn tiktok🧍🏽‍♀️

“wtf is tiktak ?”

“kats , it’s tiktok .”

“whatever the fuck it’s called, i ain’t gettin’ that shit .”

with some persistence and a little bit of ‘pretty girl’ charm, he puts it on his phone (he be lyin like a mug lmao)

one particular day where he’s a lil bored, he decides to go on tiktok for the one time

and the first vid on his fyp is…you?

wtf??

he watches you lip sing a song wearing his color in a orange sundress, accentuating your butt and boobs

how many times he’s watched it? yes.

nigga has turned into an all out simp

after he’s looked, he goes through your comments and sees tons of guys simping for you too.

nigga’s boiling now

“HEY , WTF BABE ? TAKE THIS SHIT DOWN !”

“how about…no .”

“DON’T TELL ME NO , YOU WEIRDO !”

this man is an actual diva sometimes lmaoo

⋆⁺₊❅. — shoto todoroki !

like deku, he isn’t much of the type to have social media.

not just because of training but because he’s not really interested in those types of things. especially tiktok

but once he heard you talking about it to him the day before, he went to see what it was all about. (mans is obsessed w u like anything u talk abt he wants to know about lol)

and first thing he saw was you in a little black sundress and recording yourself in the mirror, showing off your figure

baby boy blushed (hes so cute)

he went through multiple clips and edits of you, even going through your profile and watching your videos.

during this, you were caught in the midst of it, watching his phone from behind

“babe~ , are you stalking my videos ?”

“yeah ofc , you look so gorgeous . send me the vids before you post next time . wanna be the first one to see ‘em .”

[thesunshinebunny]

Hey, can you do TWST form leaders crushing on/having a s/o with fairy wings please? (Fem or Gender Neutral)

Yes, yes, yes, I know, I'm super late. A lot of things happened and a lot more is still happening, but finally…FINALLY, I'm writing for you again. I hope that, after so much time, this hc is to your liking. Have a nice night.

Riddle

Throughout his childhood, Riddle didn't have the chance to meet many people, much less people with animal features Meeting Chanyan and being in Night Raven for two years, his perspective on human features changed completely.

And at no time did anything racist cross his mind.

Even so, seeing you in your ceremonial robe, with large holes in the back, instead of the hood and pants that he was so used to seeing, was a complete surprise.

If by chance you were to be chosen for Heartslabyul, Riddle would personally take care of arranging your room to your needs, including your uniform. Unfortunately it wast'n the case, for you being sent to Ramshackle, but that virtue of yours wouldn't be monopolized by dust and dirt.

Your visits to his dorm never go unnoticed. The sunlight coming into contact with your wings always creates a beautiful rainbow, even light effects, on the walls or around you.

It's like you have a multi-colored halo following you around wherever you go.

The animals also, for some reason, love to be on your lap. Your sensitive hands, your wings moving in the air, coiled in warm sunlight…

Riddle was fascinated.

You really did look like a fairy… a beautiful garden fairy, straight out of a fairy tale.

And then we can see Riddle's heart start to beat even faster, making his cheeks blush in the process.

Leona

A person with animal features…what a suprise. Although it was unusual to find someone with wings instead of ears and a tail; he also assumed that you were one of that species of bird.

It wasn't until he saw you in the botanical garden, next to a small fountain, surrounded by multiple flowers and plants, that he could see your wings more closely.

They had no feathers, they were transparent.

Anyway… an anomaly or something like that. Nothing that would prevent him from taking his daily nap.

But that was the problem, he couldn't, since the light that filtered through the glass of the botanical garden made your wings radiate and reflected those same rays, causing some to hit his eyes.

It wasn't until he opened his eyes furiously that Leona saw a multicolored aura on your back, accompanied by small flashes of light, as if it were stardust.

“An angel"... was what escaped from his lips, agape, seeing you turn towards him, letting your hair delicately run along the profile of your neck, and a smile formed on your face to greet him.

Leona from now on likes to take his naps with you, allowing himself to be lulled by your non-stop chatter about your land, while he watches your wings flutter delicately, even fragilely.

He is extremely protective of you, not allowing you to visit his dorm since he doesn't trust the strength, or in this case, kindness of his dorm mates… It isn't a dorm that is characterized by being precisely gentle and soft in its touch.

But Leona is. And he loves to feel and run through the multiple bifurcations that your wings have on the tips of his fingers. He loves to feel the small breeze the small movement of your wings generates when you are resting.

And above all, he loves to see your wings relaxed on your bare back first thing in the morning.

Azul

What a beautiful and peculiar sight, something new to investigate. Even manipulate. It's not every day you see a fairy at school.

Let's agree that Azul was one of the few people who remembered that Malleus was half fairy, and that… after countless failed attempts to ask and experience his race, your figure appearing through the doors of the Monstro Lounge was like a sign directly from heaven.

Obviously you weren't there for Azul, no. You had entered simply and plainly to see the multiple aquatic creatures that had been mentioned to you on the surface, but you were unable to see them from so close. So, what better place to have an excursion to the sea than the very dorm that housed those very creatures.

Azul, seeing he was being ignored over a common fish, was about to kick you out of the lounge, with the excuse of “no drink, no show”

And he was close, ohhh, he was so close…but when his eyes saw your transparent wings and the way the water distorted even more over them, how your wings generated small rays of sunlight that created paths for the fish and other creatures…he was simply enchanted.

VIP access for the rest of the year.

Azul is always inventing some excuses to go see you. “I brought you a potions book, maybe they will help you for the next exam.” “Jade baked a couple of cookies and asked me to bring them to you.” “I saw you liked a creature from our fish tank, so I brought it to you in a medium-sized one so you can admire it as long as you want.”

“I want to draw your wings” It wasn't the excuse he had planned for this day. His mouth betrayed him when he saw you in a dress characteristic of your lands. You looked so… beautiful.

“Sure, let me open the window to let in some light and sit on the couch.”

He nearly had a heart attack when you sat so delicately on the tangled couch, your ensemble lighting up the whole room.

Gods, Azul was in love with that light you emanated.

Kalim

“When you fly, do you loose fairy dust?” was the first thing Kalim said when he saw you in the ceremonial robe in front of the mirror.

He was ready to take you to Scarabia immediately and leave you under the sun to admire those huge, shiny wings. His disappointment was no less when he heard you're going to Ramshackle.

But that didn't stop him from visiting you, he even spent hours in your dorm next to you, admiring and tracing lines on your wings, tickling you and laughing under your breath.

One day Jamil had to come and take him out by the ears since he was neglecting his duty as dorm leader.

Kalim walked out the door with a face of a wet dog, he even almost started crying. Being away from your wings, from you, broke his heart.

He always found a way to sit next to you in class, he even went into classes that didn't apply to him, just to see you. And obviously he got a hard time from the teachers.

One night, Kalim invited you to a party at his dorm, preparing a grand banquet, a grand decoration, asking his dorm mates to wear their best robes.

And speaking of clothes, Kalim even prepared a change of clothes for you, if you were comfortable with that, obviously. He wasn't going to force you to wear something you felt uncomfortable or unpleasant in.

His face lit up when you told him it was no problem, that you loved to wear multiple and colorful clothes. The bigger your closet, the better.

And his face lit up even more when he saw you descending the stairs in his traditional red and white hindu outfit, adorned with the finest rubies and gold medallions. A bit ostentatious for your taste, but of an exquisite and soft finesse.

But the greatest ornament you wore was not the jewelry, nor the small and half headband that circled from the middle of your forehead back; but your smile. That ear-to-ear smile that he loved to admire so much.

The intention of the evening was to get you dancing, to make you spin to the tune of cheerful music, even to chat for hours. But Kalim was only interested in one thing. And that was the way the starting of your wings was delicately embraced by the soft fabric of the sari.

Vil

“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the most beautiful creature in the school?”

It was no surprise for Vil to see his reflection on his huge magic mirror, he was still the most beautiful person in the school…but he was disappointed to know that the same mirror had ignored his question. He didn’t ask about person, but about creature.

Now, don’t get me wrong, your own being was that of a person of flesh and blood, but your structure had a beastly part…like the Savannahclaw motto.

Vil was disappointed not to see your image in the mirror’s reflection.

Yes, Vil was enchanted by the beauty and brightness that characterized fairies, features he had never seen, and that you, who possessed the brightest and most beautiful wings that he had seen in his short life, were in this school specifically for villains…well, it was an opportunity he wasn't going to waste.

Whenever he could, he left his duties as dorm leader to see your profile in the corridors or sitting in the gardens. He admired the silhouette of your back, perfectly upright to support the weight of the wings, although to the naked eye, they gave the sensation of being made of paper, breakable and fragile paper.

Vil fantasized day and night being able to touch them, feel them with the tips of his fingers. He wished with a fierce intensity to be the owner of the laughter and small sounds that would surely be caused by the caresses he oh so deliciously wanted to give you. So much desire happened, without warning.

And from that day on, Vil only had eyes for you, for your figure, for your eyes, for your smile, for your light.

Yes, Vil was initially obsessed with the beauty of your fairy side, but now, deeper in their relationship, Vil was in love with your own beauty.

The way your back curved to change your top garment, the way your hair seemed like a continuation of those transparent wings. The way your figure fit so well with his when taking pictures, as your smile was the most striking thing in the shot.

The way the violet color reflected on the bifurcations of your wings and when the morning light hit them, it generated a beautiful and delicate violet ray.

Vil had never loved the uniform's violet color so much until you tried it on and wished with all his inner fire that you had been assigned to Pomefiore.

Idia

He saw you in flying class, without a broom, and yet you were flying with a grace that even the best flying wizard had.

And not to mention the little sparkles that floated around you as your wings fluttered. He was so mesmerized that he almost knocked over a tree.

Despite his reserved nature, Idia was irresistibly drawn to you. There was something about the way your wings unfolded, as if they were an extension of your own essence, that aroused in him a mixture of curiosity and admiration.

One day, after a long period of observation from a distance, which lasted for months, Idia decided to make an effort to get closer. He decided to approach the botanical garden, your little space of rest and relaxation to start a first conversation. Finding you lying on the grass, with your back to him, Idia couldn't help but blush.

There was something about the combination of natural elements and magic that felt like an extension of your personal charm. He blushed so much that he had to close his eyes to calm his poor, mortal heart, which was pounding like it was about to burst out of his chest.

Then he opened them again, you were floating above him, head down, letting your hair float in a strange way and your eyes were at the same height as his.

Idia realized that there was something more than fascination in his heart. Every time you laughed or moved your wings, he felt a spark in his chest, a warmth that couldn't be explained only by his fascination to that same sparkle your own wings gave off. It was something deeper, something that had slowly begun to blossom inside him.

From that day on, Idia began to look for excuses to spend time by your side, not only in the gardens, but also in the most common corners of the school.

He looked for you at your dorm, he took you to his. You showed him how wonderful nature could be on your lap, he showed you how peaceful time could be in a glimpse of the underworld.

Even at your side, he could feel like an eternal spring was lodged in his heart, waiting to receive the rays of your smile every day.

Malleus

Malleus, seeing you for the first time, a new student with fairy wings, someone of his own race, was captivated not only by your ethereal beauty, but also by the sense of ancient magic that emanated from you. To him, those wings represented a connection to the ancient myths, legends, and cultures he had studied so much for centuries.

Every time he saw you running through the grey halls of the school, his heart beat with a mix of intrigue and admiration, an unusual curiosity he had never felt before.

Malleus began leaving small gifts in the garden. Enchanted flowers and jewels that seemed to resonate with a soft glow, as if they were meant to be worn by you.

He felt an enormous sense of protection towards you. He saw you as tiny, fragile. He always made sure, from a distance, that you were safe. Even if it earned a reprimand from Lilia “you seem like a pretty shady stalker”

In your presence he often found himself in a state of silent admiration, caught up in the contemplation of your elegance and natural magic.

Malleus took any opportunity to be near you, even in everyday situations like walks around campus or visits to the library. Just being by your side was more than enough to melt his heart of stone.

Sometimes, at night and with the brightness of the stars as the only things present, Malleus surprised you with little surprises: an enchanted melody that only you could hear or a series of handwritten notes, full of sincere and tender confessions. A real Don Juan.

It wasn’t until the evening of a school festival that Malleus gathered the courage to ask for your hand…for a dance together under the moonlight. And dance, you danced, until the music stopped, until all you could hear were their moderately agitated breathing, until the light of dawn began to shine and welcome a new day.

Both of you danced until a bright, multi-colored aura surrounded you.

[navia3000]

s o l o n g , l o n d o n

Includes : Aaron Hotchner

Genre : Angst

Warnings : Mentions of break downs, drinking, mentions of depression symptoms, not proof-read

Based On : So Long, London by Taylor Swift

Part two : All My Ghosts

You swore that you loved me but where were the clues?

I died on the altar waiting for the proof

You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days

“Haley wants us to get back together.” Upon hearing those words, her heart dropped. She realized why Hotch asked her to come on this ‘date’. She thought he was finally going to ask her to make whatever they were official, but she now knew he just wanted to let her down easy.

“What?” She asked. She could feel the tears pooling in her eyes, her view of Hotch blurry and distorted. Though she couldn’t see very well, she could see the pity and regret written on his face.

“She wants us to try to be a family again.” She took a second to process his words.

“And, what did you say?” She knew the answer, but she needed to hear it from him.

“I said yes.” He watched the tears fall from her eyes. “I had to, for Jack. For my family. We both knew this wasn’t a sure thing, Y/N. I’m your boss, and our jobs are dangerous enough, this wasn’t going to work.” He was right. Since she started at the BAU, she developed a crush on her slightly older, and incredibly intimidating boss. She would’ve never thought he felt the same towards her, and she was constantly teased by her fellow profilers about it, until he asked her out on the way home from a case. She was elated. They went on a couple dates, and she was sure they were going great. Until now.

“And Haley gave you the out. Instead of telling me, you led me on,” she choked on her sobs. She reached for her purse, preparing herself to leave Aaron Hotchner and her heart along with him. “Go back to your family, Hotch. And don’t worry, I’ll pretend like nothing ever happened.”

And I'm just getting color back into my face

I'm just mad as hell cause I loved this place

The team was shocked and confused when Y/N took a two-week leave of absence. She left without telling anyone or saying where she was going, she didn’t even tell Hotch, going straight to Strauss and asking for her leave, using the ‘family emergency’ excuse. They were even more surprised when she returned, acting as if she hadn’t just left without a word.

She could feel their eyes on her the minute she entered the briefing room. She sat down, chin high, eyes forward, not daring to look any of them in the eye for fear they would see through her facade.

Hotch’s eyes burnt a whole in her head. They hadn’t talked, interacted even, since that night. And while she was going to be profesional, she didn’t want him thinking he broke her heart, even if he did.

“Y/N, good to see you back.” JJ was the first to address her, the first to break the silence. She gave JJ a smile, and turned to look at the file sitting in front of her, keeping to herself throughout the briefing.

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The team had moved the briefing onto the jet, the case being of a serial killer who was quickly devolving. The profilers all noticed their fellow coworker and friend’s strange behavior, her demeanor entirely different to the one she wore before her leave. She wouldn’t indulge conversation with the others, always directing the topic onto the case. The agents had also picked up on Hotch’s behavior; how his eyes would linger on Y/N for a little too long, and how he avoided referencing the woman.

Emily was growing even more concerned for her friend as the minutes passed, and when she saw her heading to the front of the jet for coffee, she quickly followed. “Hey,” she alerted Y/N of her presence, turning and closing the curtains to give them some privacy.

“Hi,” she gave a tight-lipped smile, moving to go back to her seat before Prentiss grabbed her arm.

“What’s going on?” She saw her friend’s face harden, her eyes moving to her feet.

“Nothing,” she knew better than to try and pretend like nothing was wrong around a bunch of profilers, but she couldn’t admit to herself that hers and Hotch’s break up was taking a toll on her. She was skinnier and paler, and was clearly struggling with something. But she couldn’t even call whatever happened between them a break up; they were only going out for a month and they hadn’t even told the rest of the team. So, sticking to her word, she would continue to act as though nothing happened.

“Oh, come on, you know I don’t believe that.” Emily dropped her grip on the girl’s shoulder, moving to fiddle with the coffee cups on the table. “Something’s going on. We all see it. You don’t have to talk about it, but, I want you to know we’re all here for you.” She saw tears pooling in the younger girl’s eyes, and her concern grew and her heart broke and all she wanted was for her to be okay. “You can talk to us. You can talk to me, or JJ, or even Hotch.” At the mention of his name, she broke. Her tears ran down her face, and sobs racked her body.

Emily hurried to hug her friend, shocked at her sudden breakdown. She heard the curtain being pulled, and turned to the sight of the team’s concerned eyes on the pair. But, she made sure to watch Hotch, noticing his own eyes becoming glossy at the sight of the crying agent.

For so long, London

Had a good run

A moment of warm sun

But I'm not the one

She sat on her couch, drowning her sorrows with a bottle of wine. Emily, JJ, and Penelope had just left her apartment after a night spent of crying and laughing, the women comforting her after she had confided in them about all that happened with Hotch.

She felt better, but not great. Her heart still hurt every time Haley and Jack came to visit Hotch during his lunch break, and she kept having to excuse herself to the bathroom whenever she was around him for too long. The team pretended not to notice the tension between her and Hotch, and they both refused to acknowledge each other unless it referenced their work or a case they worked.

Everyone knew something happened between them, and they knew their friend was not okay, so they pushed past it in hopes of nursing their friend back to happiness. She was incredibly grateful for all their friends were doing for her, but it wasn’t enough.

Nobody knew that she had just given Strauss a request for a transfer from the Bureau; none of the others knew, all but one person. The same person who’s name lit up on her phone, his calls going unanswered as she sipped on her glass of wine.

[woeswrites]

Bloodied Shoes

Inho and Gihun are alone during the 'X' versus 'O' bloodbath when a secret gets revealed

Pairing: yan!Hwang Inho/Front Man/001 x Seong Gihun/456 Warnings: Yandere themes, Sexual Situation, Dub-con/Non-con, Smut, Trapped, Voyeurism, Degradation Kink, Hematolagnia, Ballbusting, Violence, Blood/Gore, Cum Eating, Word count: 2.6k Notes: Cross posted to ao3. Squid game 2 was so good? Like I honestly enjoyed it more than the first season (I don't know if that's a hot take or anything). It's been consuming a lot of my time and thoughts lately, so I guess this is just the natural next step, lol. I might make more one-shots based off of other ships I enjoy (Minsu/125 x Thanos/230, Hyunju x Youngmi/095, The Salesman x Gihun/456, etc.), but we will see.

The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting strange shadows across the dormitory floor. Inho pressed himself further beneath the metal bed frame, his breath catching in his throat as another shout pierced the air. Beside him, close enough that their shoulders touched, Gihun trembled.

Just as they had spoken about earlier, the riot had erupted without warning. One moment, the players had been settling in for another restless night, the next, someone had snuck over from the 'O' side of the room, and the carefully maintained order had shattered like glass. Now the quarters echoed with screams, crying, and the sound of bodies hitting the floor.

Inho could have stopped it. As the Front Man, he commanded an army of masked guards who could restore order with a single command. But that would mean revealing his identity, and he wasn't ready to give up this chance; this precious proximity to the man who had once again consumed his thoughts since the moment he'd re-entered the games.

"We should run," Gihun whispered, his voice barely audible above the chaos. "While they're distracted." He seemed a lot more shaken up than he had been when discussing the plan previously. Just looking at him revealed his doubts about being nothing more than a sitting duck.

Inho's hand shot out, gripping Gihun's wrist. "No." The word came out harder than he'd intended, and he felt Gihun stiffen beside him. "It's safer here. Trust me. Let's just stick to the plan."

A woman's body crashed to the ground next their hiding spot, her head making contact with the ground before the rest of her, a puddle of her own blood slowly blanketing the floor beneath her. Gihun instinctively pressed closer to Inho, eyes unable to detach from the sight before him. He was uncontrollably shaking.

The surprise contact sent electricity through Inho's body, and he found himself turning his head, studying Gihun's profile in the dim light. Even terrified, even with sweat beading on his forehead and his eyes bloodshot and wide with fear, Gihun was beautiful.

The thought had haunted Inho for years. He'd watched Gihun through the cameras during his first game, had seen his humanity shine through even in the darkest moments. It was frustrating, finding himself subconsciously sympathize and even root for a player after all this time. He was clearly special. That's why when Gihun had requested he return to the games, Inho had been unable to resist joining as a player. He needed to be close to him once again, needed to feel that one last ache of humanity in himself.

Gihun forced his eyes to peel away from the bloody sight before him. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Gihun's whisper cut through Inho's thoughts.

Instead of answering, Inho reached out, his fingers brushing against Gihun's cheek. He felt the other man's breath hitch, saw the confusion in his eyes replaced by something else; something that looked like recognition, then fear.

"Player 456," Inho murmured, using Gihun's number like a caress. "You really don't remember me, do you?" Inho couldn't comprehend it. There was no way he'd ever forget Gihun. Even if all he knew of him was his voice, he'd never be able to get the sound of it out of his head.

Before Gihun could respond, Inho closed the distance between them. His lips found Gihun's in the darkness, desperate and hungry, years of yearning and unresolved confusion and conflict poured into a single moment. The lights flickering continued, highlighting Gihun's shocked expression. For a fraction of a second, he felt him freeze against his touch, then start to respond. His lips moved against his, maybe instinctively, but the moment stopped as quickly as it started. Gihun jerked away, hitting his head on the bed frame above them. He couldn't even manage to react to the pain. "You. You're the-- the Front Man," he stuttered out, the words part accusation, part question.

Inho's silence was answer enough. Above them, the riot continued, but the space between them had become its own battlefield, charged with unspoken words and dangerous revelations. Gihun shuffled as best as he could to promote some distance between the two of them in the cramped opening. Inho ached at the loss of his warmth, leaning closer to where his body just was to no avail.

"All this time," Gihun said, his voice shaking with anger now rather than fear, blood from the blow to his skull starting to trickle down his forehead, "You've been--"

"Watching you," Inho finished. "Always watching you." Inho's words were laced with something that Gihun couldn't understand.

A crash from across the room made them both jump. Inho reached for Gihun again, but this time, Gihun was ready. He rolled away, scrambling to get out from under the bed despite Inho's attempt to grab him. "I can't believe I ever trusted you. I should have known. I can't believe I didn't know--" Gihun's distraught rambling was cut off by a man running past.

"I think I hear him. I heard 456!"

Gihun's blood ran cold as he froze in place. Inho took the opportunity to grab ahold of him once again, pulling him closer to his body and further from any form of exit. Gihun began to squirm and attempt to flee but Inho held onto his arm with a harsh grip. "Let go--" Inho's hand instantly went to shut Gihun up. Smothering any of his pleas for release as he moved to situate himself on top of the man. Now straddling his torso, Inho leaned down to whisper into his ear. "You're a wanted man, dead more than alive it seems. Wouldn't want to draw anyone's attention now, hmm?" Gihun frantically shook his head as the reality of the situation was fully dawning on him. He was either at the disposal of a bloodthirsty crowd of players hellbent on killing him off, or the very man he has been trying to track down for three years.

Inho licked a stripe across the blood tainting Gihun's skin and let out a low groan. "I knew you would taste good". Gihun attempted to squirm, bite, kick, anything he could to get out of this hold. "Quit fighting, player 456." Inho's applied a crushing amount of pressure onto his closed jaw, stilling the man underneath him with a pained moan. "I know you like to pretend you're tough, but we both know that's mostly a façade". His grip was released as fast as it was there to begin with, his hand now trailing alongside Gihun's jawline. "You might pretend to be the hero, but deep down you're just like the rest of them. A slave to your own self preservation". His comment was met with saliva being spit against his cheek.

"Like I'm gonna listen to someone like you talk down to me." Gihun grabbed ahold of Inho's collar and pulled him closer. "You think you're above all of this, but you're not. You're worse. You're just some scum that rids the Earth, getting off on watching others suffer". Inho couldn't help but feel himself twitch to life at the degrading act and words, especially at such close proximity. His hardening cock formed a tent in his uniform and pressed firmly into Gihun's abdomen. It took him a couple seconds to process the cause behind the pressure, but once he did he immediately shoved Inho away, staring at him in disbelief with wide eyes. "What the hell?"

A group of men suddenly appeared near the bed. "See! I told you I heard him. He's gotta be somewhere around here." Gihun froze at the sight of their feet beside his head, their canvas shoes coated in blood. Inho regained his position atop of Gihun, taking advantage of his pause. He tried his best to resist, but Inho held him down. "Shh now," Gihun froze, eyes stuck to the clouded gaze of Inho. "I can help you Gihun. We can both get what we want. But you'll have to be obedient and play along." Inho pressed his erection down onto 456. Gihun, using the little bit of leverage he had in his position, struck his fist against Inho's cock. Inho groaned, head falling down into the crook of his neck at the pain. Gihun's smile of accomplishment dropped as a chuckle escaped Inho's lips. It started low but gradually grew in volume until Gihun began to worry he might alert the men. He reached up to mimic Inho's earlier actions of silencing him, but his wrist was caught in the process. "Now why did you do that?" He tightened his grip, eyes squinting as they burrowed into Gihun's. "Do you know how easily I could yell out right now? Let them all know exactly where you are. Watch as you get torn apart by the filth." Gihun choked down at the threat. None of this was part of the plan. Inho let go of his arm before sending a sickly sweet smile his way. "But you wont make me do that will you?"

After a pause Gihun hesitantly shakes his head once again, too nervous about being heard to verbally reply. "Good boy." Inho's hand slowly made its way toward the waistband of his pants. "Just stay still okay? I'll do all the work." His fingers slipped their way past his white underwear and encaged Gihun's flaccid shaft. He couldn't help but jolt underneath Inho, the feeling so unfamiliar after all these years.

“Youngil,” Gihun whispered out, pleading as he resisted against his torso. Slow, rough movements manhandled his most sensitive parts. Inho felt a pang of annoyance at the name. If this was going to work he’d need to hear him call out his real name. He tutted, slowing his hand.

“Inho,” He whispered back “It’s Inho”

"I-Inho?" Gihun choked on his words, the shock and pleasure getting to him.

"Yes, just like that. Call out my name however much you'd like..." Inho's words drawled out as he slid his thumb overtop of Gihun's slit. The action made him buck up instantly. "Looks like someone's enjoying himself" Inho chuckled. "No." Gihun's voice was weak, trying to look anywhere but those dark eyes that held him captive. He bit his lip, eyes tearing up as he felt waves of pleasure wash over him. Inho's hands were all over him, tugging, rubbing, worshipping. It was too much. Despite everything, he was painfully hard at this point, dripping onto Inho's calloused fingers.

"So wet. So beautiful..." Inho leaned down and nudged his nose against Gihun's neck, inhaling his scent as he worked. Quiet whimpers left Gihun's lips without his permission, his face flushed as he realized how undone he was becoming. Inho's tongue swiped out across his neck, savoring the salty taste. His lips soon followed, hungerly consuming him. His flavor was unimaginable. He couldn't contain himself, allowing his canines to press down into the soft, reddened flesh. Gihun let out a guttural moan, leaving Inho's pants wet with a gush of precum. His hips began to move on their own, humping down into Gihun's stomach. "Wanna be inside you." Inho muttered into his bruising neck. "Need to".

Tears ran down Gihun's cheeks as the pleasure just kept building. The lewdness was too much, he couldn't take it. "No please. I've never..." He couldn't bring himself to continue, it was all just too embarrassing. Inho's grip became tighter around his cock, his strokes forceful and long. Gihun choked on the air escaping his lungs, his back arching at the painful pleasure.

"I'll take it slow. Treat you like the good little dog you are," Inho growled, his thrusts loosing their rhythm.

"You can't, please." Gihun begged, legs clenching at the thought of such an intrusion. Inho's strokes sped up on his cock, pulling more and more out of him as his stomach began to heat up. Gihun's eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen. "Wait, slow," His voice cracked "Slow down please". Inho smiled down at Gihun, watching as his face contorted in a mix of fear and utmost pleasure. "Inho," He called out. His hips uncontrollably came up to meet his assailant's hand, bucking and stuttering. "Inho please," He began to sob, his cock pulsating between the strong digits working him, leaking pitifully all over his briefs. "You can't. I'm about to--" Inho cut off his insistent whispering with a complete change of pace, the stroke became shorter and faster, his thumb pressing down onto his tip.

"Go ahead, come for me Gihun". He tried to resist, shoving his hands against the man on top of him, but his body fought back, jutting up with fervor. Black burned through his vision as a flash of hot pleasure tore through him. Cum spurted out of his head in ropes, spilling all over Inho's hand and his own pants. It's like he lost control of his body, everything going completely limp after Inho's hand retracted from his underwear.

Inho's painful bulge twitched impossibly more upward as he licked his finger clean, tasting as much as he could of what Gihun had given him. "You're so delicious" He moaned, eyes rolling back into his head. "Such a good boy". Gihun tried catching his breath, starting to come back down from the earth shattering high, barely processing the words or actions happening in front of him. Things only started coming back into focus when he felt his pants being pulled lower. "Stay still for me, okay?" Inho cooed teasingly down at Gihun, who had just regained his sense of fight. He kicked and shoved as hard as he could, managing to push Inho hard enough for him to stumble backwards and lose his balance. He fell off of him, Gihun feeling like he could finally breathe again.

Inho couldn't recover from the fall in time, the flickering lights began to steady before turning on completely. All of a sudden shots rung out, silencing the fighting crowd. The guards, they were finally back to stop anyone else from being killed, and subsequently to stop this nightmare. Inho tried regaining his grip on Gihun, but a swift kick to his leg left him withering in pain. Gihun began to scramble, pulling up his pants as much as he could before sliding underneath the bars of the bed. Just as his top half emerged, he was yanked from behind, his ankle in the grip of Inho's hand. "Gihun, get back here. I'm not done with you yet."

Gihun's fight or flight instincts were kicking in as the fear of being stuck there any longer struck him. He looked back at Inho who greeted him with a deathly look, face firm and eyes that could kill. He couldn't stay here with him. He had to get out. Without a second thought, Gihun's foot made contact with Inho's crotch. The immediate release of his leg allowed Gihun to finish wiggling his way out of the small compartment. Behind him he could hear Inho's groans, but he didn't turn to look. Instead, heart beating harder than ever before, he ran to the rest of the crowd, leaving Inho on his own.

Inho chuckled weakly watching Gihun's figure escape. "You never fail to impress me my love." His pants were now covered in his own cum, having almost instantaneously ejaculated at the harsh treatment by the hands of Gihun. Inho made no move to get up, he simply laid on the floor and stared up at the bottom of the mattress above him.

"God, I'll never get enough of you..."

[noparadiseinthis]

English is not my first language. Bear with me, Grammarly helps, but it doesn't work miracles

Series: Come away, O human child! Part 2:

She dreamed of paradise

Spencer Reid/fem!Reader

Read part 1 here.

Warnings: explicit domestic violence and abusive relationships. Descriptions of physical violence. Reader is married and has a child.

Summary: Spencer sees a mark on you. He decides that if no one is going to do anything about it, then he will. If only he can convince you to accept help.

Steve was strangely calm on the way home. He had asked the sheriff for permission to take you and Willy away during his lunch break with the excuse that he was worried about the disappearance of women that had been happening in town, just like an ideal husband, but you knew the real reason, he wanted to keep an eye on you.

"Well?" he asked, taking his eyes off the road for a second to look at you.

You knew it was best to let him speak first, so you waited for Steve to start, no matter how tense you were.

"The FBI guy, what did he want?"

"Nothing much, he was just playing with Will, he knew magic tricks."

You didn't mention the terror you felt when you saw that your son wasn't by your side, he could never relate to that, he could never understand the deep emptiness that existed inside you when Will wasn't around. He was all the light you needed.

"And you let some stranger talk to our son? I can't leave you two alone anyway."

Sometimes you didn't quite understand Steve's intentions, even though you knew there was a reason behind everything.

"He's FBI, isn't he?"

It was a risky move, rebutting what he was saying. Luckily for you, it seemed to be a good day, because he did nothing but raise an eyebrow and snort.

"I don't want you two anywhere near that guy."

You just nodded, distracted as you wondered what was so special about Dr. Reid that Steve reacted like that, your curiosity piqued. Was he trying to push you away from one more person before any bonding had even begun? Surely he couldn't have been afraid that you would turn him in since you had already understood a long time ago that no one would help you or even give you a second glance. If I could go back in time, I would have run as soon as Steve showed interest in joining the police. A bunch of conniving vibrators, they were.

"We'll never see him again," you reassured him.

"Well," your husband muttered, "you know why I do it. I have to protect my family."

With a silly, fake smile on your face, you agreed as you stroked his arm, looking through the rearview mirror at Will sleeping in the back seat. You could do this for another 13 years, right? Just hang in there.

•••

Spencer gathered his things from the table, putting them in his bag as he prepared to go to the hotel, hoping to get a good night's sleep and work with more focus and renewed vigor the next day. He spent the rest of the day reliving his interaction with you down to the smallest detail, remembering and recalling her tone of voice, her posture, and her submission when her husband appeared. If was right, his name was Steve.

The policeman in question left the police station for an hour and returned soon after, casting long glances at Spencer, none like yours, who followed him to his hotel room, until he laid his head on the pillow and far beyond that, invading his dreams.

•••

5 days in the same city was a lot on the Spencer scale. Enough to make the UNSUB profile, but not enough to capture him. He lived in the shadows, preying on the most vulnerable people in that small, broken society that was your little town: the women. More specifically, the housewives. Spencer spent these days wondering if you had any job.

"What the hell?" He heard Morgan's voice exclaim with surprise, raising her head to look at the source. That's when spotted William, wandering around outside the glass-walled room they were in. The boy walked between the tables as if he belonged there, but stood out from his surroundings. "Who is he?"

"Cop Steve's son." Spencer murmured, attracting the attention of his colleagues.

"Do you know him? How?" JJ asked.

Spencer shrugged. "Kids like magic. He came here a few days ago, must have run away from his mom again. I thought Morgan had seen him before."

"Well, I didn't see. There's something strange about that boy's father-" Turning away as he spoke, Derek was interrupted by the sound of the door opening and a child's voice shouting happily.

"Dr. Reid!"

As if it were second nature, Spencer rose from his seat to kneel in front of the child and greeted him back with a smile.

"Hey, Willy," he held up his open palm, which made the boy laugh and high-fived him, "What are you doing here, kid?"

"Mom came to bring Dad's lunch again, but I wanted to see you."

Spencer sighed with an understanding smile, looking around at his classmates who stared rather shocked at their very natural interaction.

"And does your mom know you're with me?"

The look he shifted to the floor said everything the doctor needed to know.

"You can't just disappear, young man. Do you know where she is?"

Will nodded. "In the big room with Daddy."

Spencer looked at Hotch, who understood immediately and sighed tiredly before nodding and nodding towards the door, permitting him to leave.

"Let's find her then, shall we?"

William walked out hand in hand with the man, leaving Spencer shocked that a policeman's son was so ill-educated, regardless of his age. Children could be sociable. They should be. That didn't exclude all the evil that lurked outside the house - or inside - the boy seemed the pure image of naivety. Worrying. He couldn't tell you why he cared so much.

"So, Willy, why did you split up with Mom? You heard what she said, she gets worried when you disappear like that."

"Because they were starting over."

"Starting what?" Reid asked, frowning and looking down to see the child's face, who didn't answer. "Starting what, William?" he asked again.

•••

"How did you manage to lose sight of him? For God's sake, this is a police station!" Steve exclaimed furiously, although he growled quietly. He didn't believe in announcing his problems to the world.

"I let go of his hand for a second and he disappeared!" You retorted, your eyes watering as you thought about what he could have gotten himself into this time. "It's not my fault," you continued, hugging your body as if trying to convince yourself.

Your husband snorted, scorn appearing on his face as he approached, and suddenly any courage you had was thrown out of the window. You looked around, at the walls that gave you so little privacy. We're in public, you thought, like a mantra. He didn't do anything in public. He didn't do anything in public. He grabbed your arm. Moreover, his nails dug in, forcing and tearing at your skin as his instinct acted and tried to pull your arm back, but he held back. As he always did. Apart from the pain, all you could think about was what a bad idea it was to wear short sleeves that day.

"What good are you anyway, if you can't even look after my son properly?"

Your eyes were injected with rage and you swallowed, watching the face of the man you once thought would make you the happiest woman in the world. The man who promised you the world while hugging you in a college dormitory bathroom and holding a pregnancy test with a small smile on his face. Eyes crinkled with joy as he stroked your still flat belly and whispered such sweet things. A time when you thought you could face anything as long as you had him by your side. You no longer saw any of that in the man in front of you. He ripped any last shred of hope from your cold, dead hands and then made you dig your own emotional grave, as deep as his nails could go into your skin. You barely felt the pain anymore. You didn't even feel anything, until you heard the familiar voice of the light of your life, pulling you out of that dark pit as it always did.

Quickly, Steve retracted his arm, taking a deep breath and swallowing as he turned to where he had heard his son's voice, his nostrils flaring as he saw who was with him.

•••

Spencer never got a verbal answer to his question from William, but he didn't need one. The scene in front of him said it all, and from the way the boy squeezed his hand tighter, he could tell that Will knew there was something wrong between his parents. Fortunately, the boy was too short to have the same field of vision as Reid. Luckily, he hadn't seen the terrified look on his mother's face, let alone his father's aggressive grip.

Will shouting "Mommy" and letting go of your hand to run to you provided him with a new horizon. It brought back memories. That of trying to be a mediator within a broken family, even in childhood.

•••

Steve never spent much time around William anyway, so when he left quickly, you didn't mind, you were relieved. Noticing that Dr. Reid wasn't going to move away, you sighed, hiding the nail mark against your own body as you watched him enter the room you were in.

"Hey, honey, want to play a little?" you asked, taking your cell phone out of your pocket and handing it to your son, who quickly agreed and went to the corner of the 'big room', as he called it, oblivious to the rest of the world.

"I never knew your name."

You snorted, wondering how that was the first thing he chose to say, but in the end, he did say your name.

"You don't have to hide it, I've already seen it." Spencer continued, making sure to speak quietly so that the child wouldn't hear them and to keep the anger out of his voice.

You swallowed, wondering what you had done to deserve two humiliations in a row on the same day, trying to force yourself to remain calm and expressionless, assessing how much of a risk the mysterious doctor could be to you or your child.

"I'm sorry about William again today, it'll never happen again."

Spencer couldn't stop himself from analyzing you, and what he saw brought him the most mixed emotions. You were profiling him too. You are a profiler for survival, someone who needs to know how to act in every situation so as not to get hurt. It made your head spin, your throat dry and your hands twitch. "It's called empathy. Use it to be a better person," Derek once told him.

"You know this is a crime; I can arrest him right now if you want; this room has cameras, and you're... you're hurt."

To his surprise, you laughed in his face. A bitter laugh. The kind he wished you'd never hear again.

"Are you an idiot, Dr. Reid?" you asked, without any humor. "Is that how you sleep best at night? Look around you, see where we are. In a police station full of men. Do you think you're the first to see something like that in me?"

Suddenly, it was as if a dam broke and you felt the uncontrollable urge to channel all your anger at Dr. Spencer Reid, pointing at the wound on his arm, the little blood already dried. This made the agent sigh. He had never really been able to understand how someone could hurt a person they had sworn to love so deeply.

"Well, the FBI wasn't here before."

You just sighed, pressing your lips together to stop a torrent of tears. He would never know that fear like you did. Even if Steve was still arrested, what would you do next? How would you be able to raise your son in a place like this, where your husband was the model citizen of the city and you were the bitch who put him in prison?

"You just don't understand. Please go away, Dr. Reid."

Go away, and don't you dare even try to give me false hope because I killed them all for my own good a long time ago, you thought.

Spencer couldn't accept that it would end like this. There had to be something, there had to be a way. Not for the first time in his life, he thought that people should come with a manual. It was time to do your job, even if you felt terrible about using your weakness against yourself.

"And is it worth it? Raising a child in such an environment?"

"I've managed to keep Will away for five years. So as long as he's safe, yes, it's worth it," you replied, your back to him.

Spencer sighed, squeezing his thigh as he cursed himself for influencing you like that. All for the greater good.

"Except that he already knows. Kids are a lot more observant than people think."

You turned like lightning.

"What are you talking about?"

You couldn't. You couldn't lose the only certainty you had in life. That Will was your sea of positivity, away from everything that was really going on at home, growing up happily, without any resentment. You swore that when he was born. It was the only promise it would kill you to break.

Spencer hated being the cause of the look of terror on his face this time, but like all the other times in his life when it was necessary, he took courage and started telling.

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A/n: I was wonderfully surprised by how well received the first part was. I hope you enjoy the second as much. Thank you for your support

[floralflytrap]

Gekko, Phoenix and Yoru with Photographer S/O | HEADCANONS

Word Count: 500+ I love photography as a hobby and thought yknow what, a photographer reader is so cute! love love love <3

PHOENIX

He loves the fact that you are into photography

After seeing your photography he begs asks very kindly for you to take photos of him for social media

Loves seeing the collection of cameras you have stocked up

He asks for cute couple photos all the time

You definitely take multiple photos with a Polaroid camera just for him x

You have a collection of pictures of him during training, which he has NO clue you have

He always says you should look at putting your photographs in competitions, to which you show him photos of you at the ones you’ve won, which is a substantial amount.

He’s proud that his partner is so damn talented and will 100% flaunt that

“Yo, have you heard about y/n? THE best photographer ever!”

You should be proud that he’s so proud of you <3

He saves all the photos that have fire incorporated into them in a folder called “FIRE PICZ 🔥🔥” like the loser he is

Your favourite photo of him is one you took while he was setting up the fire place. He truly looks good in warm, golden lighting.

GEKKO

First he asked about the Polaroid photos you owned

You showed him your cameras and showed him how to use the Polaroid camera

His first photo with it was a shaky one of you (it immediately went into your phone case as soon as it developed)

Absolutely loves doing photoshoots with his buddies! Wingman is a natural at modelling!

You start printing out photos and make a scrapbook as a gift for Gekko

This man bawled like a baby when he saw it

You always sneak the cutest photos of him! Gekko is naturally photogenic, a fact that you VERY much value

He is your muse <3

Asks you to send the photos you take for photo dumps online, to which he always tags you

He starts randomly gifting you a shit ton of camera equipment? Like out of NOWHERE, and it wasn’t even compatible with your cameras. But it was the gesture that counted, right?

“Y/n! I’ve got a surprise for you, close your eyes!”

Turns out he actually bought you a whole new, flashy camera.

You cherished it, and used it so much (RIP old cameras, you had a good life)

The man received many smooches <3

Y’all also definitely have multiple polaroids of the two of you smooching

Your favourite photo of him is one where he is napping on the couch surrounded by his creatures. He looked so peaceful, and that is very beautiful to you.

YORU

Was taken aback when he first saw you walking around with a camera

‘I’ve been dating this person and never noticed this whole ass camera? The fuck?’

Was “grumpy” when he saw the secret photos you took of him

He actually loved him, especially since you captured his good side

He loves the photos you take of him at casual locations and on dates

LITERALLY OBSESSED WITH THEM!

Makes them his profile picture

Although he hates you lovingly for the folder he found on your phone called “yoru eyeliner pics”

He will go through the shared folder you set up of your photos and look at them and smile because wow you’ve taken your time to set all this up and take these photos.

He feels special

Will be so chill about it to your face though, you don’t need to know he’s obsessed with the photos

Borrowed lipstick one time and told you to put it on and kiss him for a photo.

Those photos become PINNED ON HIS DAMN SOCIAL MEDIA

Cheeky mfer, that's why you love him though xx

Your favourite photo of him is one you took when he was waiting at the traffic lights after it had just rained. The way he looked surrounded by the city and lights reflected in the puddles on the road and sidewalk? To die for.

Thank you so much for reading <3

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Kinktober Day 27

Day Twenty-Six | 🌹Kinktober Masterlist🌹 | Day Twenty-Eight

Pairing: Christopher Pike x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked

Warnings: Fluff; yearning; kitchen sex; vaginal sex; improper use of buttercream

GIF by elen-aranel

“I’m not going to lie, I’m a little surprised you asked for my help,” You admitted. You kept your gaze studiously focused on the dishes as you felt the Captain turn to look at you. 

“Why’s that?” 

You shrugged a little. “Guess I just…I don’t know, I figured you were a baking guy, too.” 

“I don’t bake nearly as much as I cook.” 

“Yeah, I got that when you put the liquid and dry ingredients in the same bowl two steps too early.” 

“Alright, alright,” Christopher grumbled good-naturedly. He took up the remaining mixing bowls, joining you at the sink. 

“I’m just teasing,” You nudged his shoulder with yours. “I know you’ve had a hell of a couple of days.” 

“Is that why you offered to make Ortegas’ birthday cake yourself?” 

“Well,” You passed him a bowl to dry before shutting off the sink and turning to lean back against the counter. “I just…I don’t know, I figured you’d wanna rest a bit.” 

Christopher shrugged a little, his focus set on the bowl. 

“I like being in the kitchen,” He admitted. “It’s good for me. Lets me clear my head.” 

You were quiet as you considered that. You couldn’t even imagine the stress that he faced on a day to day basis—and for him to retreat to the kitchen and continue to provide for his crew in his quiet moments made you ache for him. The crush that you had on your Captain was already so strong, and the last thing you needed was for you to fall even deeper for the guy. Your gaze swept his profile before you hurriedly lowered your head, averting your gaze as you saw him turn to look at you. 

“We should, um—” You cleared your throat, pushing off of the counter. “We can get going on the frosting, put it in the fridge as we wait for the cake to bake and cool.” 

“Alright.” 

The two of you gathered the ingredients, and Christopher followed your lead in getting a mixer and measuring spoons. He leaned against the counter beside you, measuring out the milk and vanilla as you added powdered sugar and room-temperature butter to the mixer. You reached in after a few moments, dipping your pinkie in and swiping some of the frosting off of the side of the bowl. You raised your pinkie, sucking the buttercream off and humming softly. 

“Is it good?” He asked.

“Mhm!” You smiled brightly at him. “You can try some if you want.” Your brow furrowed as a smile slowly grew on Christopher’s lips. “What is it?” 

“You’ve got, uh…” 

Your heart leapt into your throat as he raised his hand and cupped your chin. His thumb gently swept across your lower lip, and you felt the coolness of a missed bit of buttercream. You watched as he raised his thumb to his gaze, then licked the bit of cream. Your mouth went dry as he let out a soft hum, the sound nearing a moan. 

“...Do you, um…” You managed. “Do you like it?” 

“It’s delicious,” He murmured, eyes set intently on yours. 

“Oh?” 

“Mm,” He nodded, stepping closer. “Perfectly sweet.” 

Your heart pounded as he cupped your cheek again. Your eyes flitted between his lips and his eyes, tipping your chin up as his nose gently nudged against yours. You could feel the heat of his breath brushing against your lips—

“It smells good in here!” 

The insistence made the two of you spring apart, and you whirled around to find Chapel and Spock rounding into the kitchen. You forced a bright smile, unwilling to look at Christopher.

“Hi!” You chirped. Chapel’s brow raised at your countenance. 

“Hey,” She greeted, glancing between you and the Captain. “Are we too early to decorate?” 

“No! No, you’re right on time!” You couldn't stop your voice from raising in pitch, your hands fumbling with the ties on your apron. “We were just finishing up the frosting!” 

“O…kay.” The slow draw of the word told you that Christine knew that something was up, and you were certain that she would hound you for details later. You looked down as you tugged the apron off, just managing to catch Spock and Christine’s shared glance, and the sharp, speculative leap of Spock’s brow. But that didn’t matter at the moment. Right now, you had streamers to hang up, and a Captain’s eye to avoid. 

--  

“I’ll take care of those.” 

The sound of the Captain so close again made your stomach twist. 

The party had allowed you to shake off the feeling of Christopher so close, so warm, and so nearly what you’d been wanting for so long. You had sunk yourself into your friends and fellow crew, happily sung Happy Birthday to Erica, and indulged in some damn good cake, if you did say so yourself. You’d avoided the Captain’s eye, carefully skirted around him and eluded him as best you could—without being too conspicuous. Chapel had been keeping a close eye on the two of you; you were certain that she was suspicious of something, and that she and Una would have questions for you tomorrow. 

“No, it’s alright,” You shook your head, gaze set fastidiously on the dishes again. “I’m nearly through, anyway.” 

“...Alright.” His soft, resigned tone made your eyes slide closed for a moment. You sighed silently through your nose as you saw Christopher lift away the scant remainder of the cake, turning to the fridge to put it away. It was...Whatever. The moment between the two of you would surely be forgotten. You’d hold it dear, but whatever it was, it was over. What had the two of you even been thinking? 

It was a moment before you heard Christopher say, “There’s frosting left over?” 

“A little,” You nodded. “It’s been a while since I’ve had to make it, I kinda overshot how much we would need.” 

Christopher hummed thoughtfully. You glance back to see him taking the small container of leftover frosting. “What?” You frowned. 

“Just wondering what we ought to do with it.” 

You blinked at him dumbly, hands going still as you stared at him. 

“...We?” 

--  

You shivered at the swipe of the buttercream swept across your skin, chased by the heat of Christopher’s tongue lapping it up. You whimpered, curling your hand in his hair and pressing up against him as he panted softly against your skin. His hips rolled against yours, your legs dangling off of the counter as his arm hooked around your waist to keep you close, tenderly sucking and lapping the spot with his tongue. Your eyes caught on your discarded shirts further down the counter from where you were sitting, hoping that your pants may soon join them.

You reached back in a moment of boldness, undoing your bra and tossing it aside. Christopher groaned appreciatively, trailing his kisses down to the newly exposed skin. You heard the shift of the icing container beside you on the counter, chased by the chilling smear of buttercream on your hardening nipple. You gasped, arching your back and pressing against his tongue as he drew the sensitive bud into his mouth.

You grasped his icing-covered fingers, drawing them up and sucking them between your lips. Christopher’s hips jolted against yours, his head raising with a slick pop to watch you. You held his gaze, slipping your tongue between his fingers and bobbing your head slightly. You thrilled as Christopher’s eyelids fluttered, his kiss-blushed lips parting in shock. You pulled your fingers from his mouth, sweeping your tongue across his lips before slipping it into his mouth. You moaned into one another at the feeling, trading sugary kisses. You wrapped your legs around Christopher’s, giving him a light squeeze. You felt his hands slide down over your sides, fingers lingering at the band of your leggings. You broke the kiss, nose nudging against his as you nod. 

“Yes.” 

“Yeah?” 

You grinned as you heard his smile seeping through his tone. 

“Please.” 

--  

The heat of Christopher's body nearly negated the cold press of the counter beneath your back. His hands grasped your hips, using the hold to draw you onto his cock. Your breath was pushed out in rough pants, moaning and sighing with each thrust. You took in the flush that had risen in Christopher’s cheeks, his darkened, amorous eyes as he watched you. Strands of hair had sprung free from his neat coif, bowing over his forehead. You raised your hand, gently cupping his cheek as you held his eye. Your eyes wandered his chest, his arms braced and muscles bulging as he guided your hips. 

He let go of your hip, reaching down and swiping his fingers through your juices. You watched as he raised his fingers to his tongue, lapping at the wetness and grinning.

“Like I said,” He murmured, lowering his lips to yours again. “Perfectly sweet.”

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[husbandohunter]

YOOO hello!! first of all, I hope you are doing well Nya ^^ remember to take care of yourself, stay healthy, and drink lots of water, mkay? good good :) (ur writing is astounding btw i love it sm)

second, may i request a childe angsty (not much tho, just missing him- does that count as angst lmao) + fluffy scenario (or the uh dot hcs thing?? with lil scenario after it?? idk how to call it 💀 but yeah you can choose :D) with a timid, reserved s/o? like... you're feeling a bit down and miss him, waiting for him to return- and when he does, you just- dash into his arms, while he sits there paralyzed, since you don't generally initiate the affection. too shy to do so- however when u do he softens at ur cuteness,, (regretting your decision afterwards cause he makes you blush while praising you- way too easily- and he admires you more while u bashfully avoid his gaze-)

and while cuddling he asks as to why you did that, if something occurred... noticing you were sniffling instead of talking, he halted to take a look at your face, freezing once he saw your profile, crystal clear tears painting it. wiping them away, he cupped your cheeks with his greater hands and before he could utter another word, you answered him, his worried expression transforming into a surprised one unimaginably fast.

"I just... love you so much Ajax. I love you..."

repeating that over and over while delicately holding his hands close to you, a soft smile decorating your lips as you leaned into his palms. and he just. smiles too completely melting-

aand that's all i can think of-- i hope that gave you enough fuel to think of the scene hh- obv take your time with it pls don't feel rushed okay? ik you're busy and have many requests already hh ^^ take a break if you must! farewell!!

Sweetness [Childe x Reader]

Synopsis: Childe can expect all kinds of ambushes but not the one that attacks him in the heart!

Genre: gender neutral reader, mild angst to fluffy fluff

(A/n): First off you’re so sweet anon. I don’t mean to take this long but I do think about the blog and you guys every once in a while. I hope this was to your liking, though got self-indulgent with the last part xD Childe is either badass or an absolute clown🤡 there’s no in between

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• Childe had been sent away on a mission in Snezhnaya two months ago. He wrote letters to you in his absence. Until the weekly letters became nonexistent. It was due to the fact been busy over the course.

• But you didn't know that. Demands of being the 11th Harbinger had made things difficult for him to even sit down and relax.

• And when he finally got the chance to pick up his inkset, the man falters yet again over another crumpled sheet tossed into the waste basket.

• How on Teyvat should he begin after weeks going cold? Since when was the last time the two of you properly talked? Were you so furious that you didn't write back?

He felt as if he was being physically beaten by these incessant questions, plagued by scenarios that don't exist.

Childe blankly stares at the ceiling of his hotel suite. It was deathly quiet. The candle burns alight, confined in the glassjar designed by Snezhnayan antiques, and he swore he could even hear wax dripping down the sides.

The Harbinger slaps a hand over his face and groans, "Haaaa, I can't believe I'm actually losing my mind over this."

Hopefully no one sees him in his current state. Their Fatui leader fussing with love letters akin to a teenage boy's first crush. Earlier the evening Childe announced to his assistant that no one shall disturb him while he is issuing an important message to overseas, otherwise they meet a harsh punishment under his command. That was an excuse. A very silly excuse. There was no diplomacy to be made overseas, just one man missing his lover.

The picture of your most recent expression shows up and Childe meticulously carves it out of his imagination. While you were not the type to be vocal about your affections, reserved and somewhat aloof, somehow that itself was a charm of yours. Perhaps he likes a good challenge, perhaps the spark between you two ignited when he kissed you on a fluke. And when you couldn't form the words to your clouded thoughts, actions alone were more than enough for the man to be satisfied.

"Let's see where this goes, yeah?"

Then one meeting turns to another, three dates turn to four, and before he knew it, Childe has been looking forward to spending time with you ever since. A part of him waiting for answers yet to be said. Do you like him the way he likes you? Even though everything he does appears to be whimsical and reckless? This long distance makes him think they were almost not real drives him mad.

What if you were seeing someone else?

A pause, the information too great for him to process. Childe spasms in his seat and slaps both palms flat on the surface table, sounds resonating through the room, enough for his assistant outside to hear.

Nah, who am I kidding? The man waves off the idea like an impractical joke. There's just no way. Sure you were attractive and alluring with mystique, Childe is certain that he had no competition. After all he was a Fatui Harbinger for Archon's sake. Crafty, handsome, strong with a good sense of humor, he's your ideal man. No one's got a shot at this other than him.

Except all those statements existed only in his head.

How the hell should he know what you're thinking about?! The man rests his face on a propped up palm, tapping the desk with the other as he thought deeply. No, a love letter won't work anymore. He needs a new way, preferably something enough to encapsulate his charms as he sweeps you off your feet and makes your heart race at the idea of him. He needs a strategy.

Should I invite them for a fancy dinner?

Childe has already done that a few times, something fresh would be more preferable. Oh, he could pull off the classy tactic of buying a bouquet of flowers and surprising you with it. But that's so cliche. Ugh, he cringes, what if you think he's lame?!

The assistant guarding outside knocks on the door, "Sir, is everything alright?"

"Yes," Childe replies back, rather annoyed, "I thought I told you not to bother me."

"M-My apologies," he hears the assistant scurry away in quick steps.

Finally, some peace. The Harbinger checks the time. It was half past sunset. All the soldiers should be assigned to their pre-booked rooms since was going to be their last departure.

"Fuck...." Childe breathly mutters. This is taking longer than it should. He already had you guessing over his actions, for a month in fact. At this rate, he'd have to show up without a pre-warning explanation of why he wasn't answering your calls.

The snowstorm outside ceases to relent like a reflection of his own. What he feels right now, what he's doing, the Harbinger knows well enough this wasn't some fluke. Childe sinks into his arms and looks at the flickering candle, focusing on it's small flame, wondering, if you're thinking of him the same way.

• Sitting by the windowsill, watching the view that leads to your front yard, visualizing a cheerful man with ginger hair and waving from the trees.

• Ajax. You missed him but wasn't sure how to say it. Papers and envelopes were tucked away in a corner where you could easily reach, savored and impatient for his return.

• They were mostly filled with stories about his homeland, places that he wanted to take you, and sometimes mentioning how his work got the better of him. You figured his silence must be the fact he was busy. At least, that's what you convinced yourself to believe.

• What could he be doing right now?

Ajax's name hasn't appeared in your mailbox for quite a while.

The splash of water runs when you release the tap, absentmindedly scrubbing away remains of leftovers and takeout from last night's dish. Two months ago he appeared at your doorstep in his usual brazen entrance. And it was the same day he had to announce his departure.

"Borsche," you said with a smile. Ajax mentioned how he'd personally bring ingredients from Snezhnaya, bringing as in sneaking, so you could be his first ever foreign taste tester. Of course you'd like anything he'd cook regardless, but he was joyful talking about his family from home that you wanted to explore a little more of this new side of his.

You thought you wouldn't mind the long distance communication, however, it seems you've severely overestimated yourself. After the final meal at your house, Ajax walks towards the exit, the both of you knowing how agonizingly slow it was. You recall looking at him in that deep ocean gaze, trying to say what wanted to be said. Him waiting with anticipation.

"Good luck with your mission!"

• What a mistake, that was the perfect chance and you just couldn't muster up the courage to tell him. You know he was expecting something, you know he's been patient with you, and you're tired of guessing.

• There were days where a part of you doubts if he still feels the same. Days when you felt that all of this might be one sided and you were just another fling in his eyes. Days when you think he actually wouldn't return.

• Eventually, you couldn't help but truly believe he left you for someone else, finally fed up with you beating around the bush.

Despite all the obvious signs from Ajax's lack of communication, you wanted to try one last time.

Yesterday was the day he said he would be coming back to Liyue. The sky looked as if it were about to rain any moment. People crowded under the nearest roof they could find. Their bustling noise drowned out to mere background noise as you stayed, keeping an eye out for that cheerful man of yours all the way till the last ship parked beside the Harbor. 

It was empty. By the time the other families went home with their loved ones, you stood there alone, holding a single umbrella.

"Excuse me!"

No news or a forewarning. You had no idea what must have happened. Regardless, you wanted to try again.

Running across the pavement, you tried to catch up with the sailor keeping watch of the seas, "I want to ask if you've seen a tall man with orange hair leave just now?"

He takes out the cigarette chewed between his teeth and takes his time to answer, "Ah you're the person from yesterday," the sailor comments, "Sorry kiddo, but the merchant shipments will be the only ones dropping by this hour."

Your stomach makes an uncomfortable churn as your heart denies what must be accepted, "Ah, I guess that makes sense."

There was no point in being optimistic about it anymore. The seldom appearance of letters, the disappointment evident on his face when you didn't tell him what he wanted to hear, the chilliness of the rain when it hits your skin, hand trembling by the obvious cold. Everything was so much clearer.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," you quickly added while wiping your eyes, unable to contain your sadness, "I'm just missing someone. That's all."

The sailor spares you a look of pity, assuming what story it went on with the clues you gave him. He mutters words of consolation but it felt deaf to your ears.

Why couldn't you just say it? Why did you have to be such a coward in the end when all he was trying to do was making this relationship work? Biting your lip, you kept your eyes casted down to not be blinded by the sun, otherwise you might actually cry. You should've known better to not hold back. And now, he's gone forever.

"Hey."

• Childe watches you turn over your shoulder, hesitant as ever and time seems to have halted in the small pocket of this instance.

• Damn.

• You were as beautiful as the day he last saw you. Though of course nothing about your appearance changed at all. Only his feelings, they grew and more apparent during the days he wasn't by your side.

• Yeah, I'm way over the crush phase, aren't I? He could only imagine what kind of expression he was making.

Tension fills the gap between the two of you as neither made an initiative to close it. Childe examines you, unreadable and without his default grin. Your eyes blown wide under the deep furrow of your eyebrows, mouth turned downward.

Welp he deserved the silent treatment. What nerve does the guy have when he shows up to his lover empty handed and a day behind his promised schedule? Minus all the Fatui fiasco he had to deal back in Snezhnaya and no explanation whatsoever.

"So uuuhhh," Childe glances at you tentatively. Ah shit they're mad probably. He was unsure how te begin. It was almost as if you were strangers and that pained him a little, "So how have you been?"

Slap. He mentally facepalms. That was so stupid.

Well fix it you idiot! A million suggestions run simultaneously that reduces his brain into a pile of mush. He had it all planned out earlier, the flowers, the dinner, the play to sweap you off your feet and make you fall for him again. Seems that his reliable swagger had betrayed him entirely. No fancy entrance. No funny remarks to distract the awkwardness. Right now he was just Childe the lovesick man.

"Look, I know I haven't replied to you," Childe rubs the back of his neck and avoids eye contact, "And I understand if you're pissed about it. We went through a lot back in Snezhnaya which is why don't have any ingredients I promised," he pinches the bridge of his nose, "Ah, I guess I should probably apologize for that too."

This isn't going well. He knew he was trying way too hard to play it cool and most likely makes him look as if here were creating excuses. Screw it, just go straight for the heart, "What I'm trying to say is-"

You threw yourself around him in an instant and buried your face in his chest. Childe nearly stumbles backward, completely off guard for once. He can instinctively expect and attack but not this kind of attack.

Almost gave him a heart attack.

"[Name]...?" He finally whispers out, his sleeve covered arms crawling to return your embrace. The man was trying to feel, to make sure if this was real. Did you just...hug him?

"Ajax."

Then it occured to him that your voice was breaking. The tightening of your hold and the point of your nose against him, he could sense the faint quivering of your shoulders. Childe surrenders all intentions to fulfill his previous agenda as the matters in front of him were much more important.

"Hey, what's on your mind?" he gently hushes, cradling your head with one hand and the other on your back, "I'm listening."

Yes, that's what you needed right now and he'll gladly give it to you, as much as you want. If you allow him that is. Childe knows he can be a bit selfish sometimes and maybe he's jumping to conclusions, but holding you like this is a moment he wants to indulge in. Just cherishing you like he should have.

"I just..." you began, breathly, "love you so much, Ajax. I love you..."

Damn.

Childe is sure he just felt what it's like to float on cloud nine. As cheesy as it sounded. He's somewhat glad your face is buried in his coat right now so you wouldn't be able to witness the goofy smile he's shamelessly wearing. Looks like he had nothing to worry about. Man, did it feel good to know you felt the same way all this time.

He releases you, though not enough to be fully apart because why would he? Your nose was tinged with red and eyes watery, the man swore his heart must have been hit with a pyro reaction. What a cutie pie.

"I've got you, don't worry," he reassures while cupping your face. He leans down to peck the corner of your lips before properly placing a chaste one. The action was so sudden that you weren't mentally prepared for it. He laughs, the same boyish charming manner, "Sorry, couldn't help it. You're too irresistable."

"Y-You're," shades of crimson layers across your cheeks that he's glad he has the privilege for a closeup, "Irresistable..."

Hooooooolddd up.

Childe pulls to a mental stop for a double take. Was that a compliment just now? No, it was a confession. He wasn't used to being praised like this. You may not be the type to vocally speak your true feelings but you were also the type to wear them on your sleeves. A smug smile makes it's way to his face and he tilts his body ever so slightly so you were dipped backwards in a mid-tango pose.

Childe's mouth was mere inches away from yours as he drinks up the image of your vulnerable look, underneath him and no one else to intrude.

"Ajax?!" You stuttered.

"I don't think I heard you clearly. Mind saying that again?" Yes he was being indulgent right now but the opportunity was hard to come by. Also those two months made it so agonizing to bear he needs a remedy to soothe all that drama.

You're pouting now and Childe tips down to kiss you on the cheek, "Don't tease me. Not here in public," you whisper-yelled well trying to push him away similar to a smothering puppy.

"Oh? Now you're going to reject me? I thought you said I was irresistable?" Childe's words muffles against your skin and the vibration spreads across like wildfire.

"Ajax!"

"Fine, fine," he chuckles heartedly, not letting you go. Instead, he repositions his arm until it was swung around your shoulder, pulling you close to his side, "By the way I wanted to say that I shouldn't have left you hanging. The mission got real messy last minute and I didn't wanna half-ass a letter to you."

You shook your head, "It's not your fault. I know you were busy. Just that..." you breathed out, somewhat relieved and anxious at the same time, "I thought you were angry that I wasn't being honest with you. I was afraid for some reason. But now, it's a lot easier than I thought."

"Huh? What do you mean?" He asks.

"I thought you left me for someone else."

A moment where his brain short circuits and Childe lets out a howling laugh. You looked at him with awe. What was so funny all of a sudden?

"Gotta say that I'm being tossed left and right with these surprises," he mused, "Guess that even if we're apart, we're still that close, eh?"

You quirked an eyebrow at him, "What do you mean?"

Childe slides his hand up your shoulder bone to pinch your cheek, "Nothing, sweetness."

• You chased after him demanding for answers but Childe doesn't budge. The only thing you could tell that he was in an extremely good mood after that.

• Oh well, all is well, ends well does it?

"Since I don't have anything to cook the Borsche I mentioned to you before, we'll have to settle for something else I'm afraid," Childe shrugs, "Anything in mind you wanna do?"

You sighed, fondly at least, "I already said I don't mind as long as you're cooking."

"S'that so? Well then," Childe moves renewed with energy, extending his hold in a beckoning manner and you laughed at his antics, "Shall we go, my snowflake?"

You take it and squeezed it, "I'd love to."

[remy2fang]

TOXICITY was a Future Sneak Peak of the SF6 Story

This three-part story was published on the official Capcom site back in February 16, 2018, which was exactly 2 years after SFV was released. During that same time, development of Street Fighter 6 began, starting with a 92-page proposal. Most projects tend to change their plans. But for SF6, the entire plan was mostly intact, so not much has changed from the proposal.

Going back to TOXICITY, most people saw this story as an introduction to A.K.I., a new character for Street Fighter 6. That is in itself true, and it is neat that we knew of her back many years ago. I know for sure I was curious about her ever since I started my F.A.N.G craze back in summer 2019. But Toxicity provided more than just teasing a future SF6 character. Toxicity is a 2018 glimpse of the setting and story that would unfold in SF6. Most of it was teased on the first chapter.

Toxicity sets the vibe of streets and gangs, particularly of organized crime in which F.A.N.G is a part of for almost the entirety of his life. The game itself has a strong streets theme and has a number of gangs in World Tour mode that includes Mad Gear, Canary Crates, Crows, and some others.

It is said in Toxicity that F.A.N.G goes by many names, which holds true in SF6. Not only does he go by Fang Fei when you meet him in Metro City, but he also goes by Foo when he sends texts messages to you when you’re doing the Neo Shadaloo mission from the Akuma update. If you didn’t notice it while playing this side quest, yes, Foo is F.A.N.G. His profile pic gave it away with the hat, the double O’s for the glasses, the F for his head and frame, and the purple smoke background. Also, he has a fixation on getting M. Bison info and not caring about Neo Shadaloo (the AKI mission showed that he’s not in good terms with JP). Furthermore, the speech pattern sounds very FANG-like lol.

Speaking of M. Bison, if anyone is shocked, surprised, or upset that he’s coming back, I gotta tell you that this too was mentioned in the Toxicity story. That was in 2018. It’s said that F.A.N.G wanted to revive Shadaloo, and that still holds true when playing A.K.I.’s arcade mode. Not only does FANG wanted to revive the organization, but he believes that Bison isn’t truly dead. At first I thought of Bison’s spirit, because that’s what we saw in SFV through Ed’s story mode. That’s not the case. Bison was resurrected. He is now alive, roaming around the world on a horse that he revived (I see a theme here). F.A.N.G is right. Bison isn’t dead after all.

Also, look at this illustration here. See what F.A.N.G is wearing around his neck? That emblem used to be on M. Bison’s hat. And where is his hat? At the Neo Shadaloo ruined lab stage. Toxicity throwback right here.

After finishing the Neo Shadaloo side quest, if you go to the Suval'hal Arena in Nayshall at night, you’ll see a former Doll Trainee. Unlike the other hopeful Dolls that you find at the same location during the day, this one is jaded and chose to work for F.A.N.G when he found her. This begs the question, how many subordinates does F.A.N.G really have? Not only does he have A.K.I. and this Doll, but he also has contacts with moles within Neo Shadaloo. He also collaborates with Experimental Subject Lee, who was a victim of Neo Shadaloo. Go figure, this Lee guy was freed from a bad guy and then end up working with another lol. If people are amazed that FANG can round up people for his evil cause, don’t be. In Toxicity, F.A.N.G was already an influential figure in the criminal underworld long before he joined Shadaloo. He used fear and power to command respect. Now that Shadaloo is “no more,” FANG went back to that life of gangs and crime, but uses civility instead of intimidation. With FANG selling medicine on the streets and how the Doll described how she joined him, it seems to go in line with what was said in Toxicity with his more “kinder” approach.

(Don’t mind my A.K.I. avatar mod lol)

I must also mention that there’s another group, but it’s not clear if they’re associated with F.A.N.G or not. Their organization is called “The Poison Appreciator's Assassination Research Society.” They’re around Haggar Stadium at night in Metro City. They use code names like Pufferfish, Scorpion, Platypus, Urchin, and 20 other poisonous animals. They also look like FANG with their black outfits, hats, and shades. Even though they have a poison theme going on, their fighting style isn’t poisonous at all. They all use a generic fighting style and throw ranches at you. Oddly enough, they never mentioned about FANG nor some kind of poison leader. And FANG didn’t mention about them either. A.K.I. is aware about this group, but from the sounds of it, only by word of mouth. So she’s not close to them. It could be possible that this organization of assassins formed independently without knowing FANG.

That’s all the Toxicity stuff I can think of that end up going into SF6 itself. It’s a F.A.N.G-centric story, but the A.K.I. dlc summarized parts of it from her point of view. She mentioned how she met F.A.N.G and that she got her name from him. But she didn’t mention about his special dagger (I still wonder if that’s gonna show up later in SF6?). She also said that she can’t be “emotionally” attached to him because of the nature of their profession, even though she secretly loves him. Someday they might kill each other if such a time comes. In Toxicity, it is said that FANG was ordered to kill his “brothers” that he used to care so deeply about. And that in itself “robbed him of his emotions.” I doubt AKI would kill FANG in SF6 because that would throw off the AKI dlc stuff in WT and the whole point of her character in SF6 is being a FANG loyalist. The ultimate face off would probably happen in a later game. But not in SF6. Good, I don’t want FANG to go just yet…hopefully I’m not speaking too soon on this!

Regarding about A.K.I.’s “brother” in Toxicity, FANG assumed the two of them were siblings from his point of view. From AKI’s memory in SF6, she tagged along with other impoverished kids on the streets as they steal, mug, and pickpocket to survive. The “brother” she was with is actually just another kid. They’re not related. I had to lay this out because I noticed people were still asking about the “brother.”

In the end, I think it’s neat that we had a little taste of SF6 years ago through a F.A.N.G-centric story. Who knows, maybe more things will arise in later dlc. I still want to see F.A.N.G’s dagger in SF6. Even Rashid unintentionally made a metaphor of it!

(Don’t mind the hot Rashid mod I’m using!)

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Hello!! I was reviewing your profile and I found the hc of the uppermoons and I saw that you included the Hantengu clones (which I loved because I have a hyper fixation on them) do you have any ideas for tickle fic or drabble about them?? If there is no problem of course

I'm very glad you liked it! ^^ and yes, well, I was inspired by what I put in my HCs! So, I hope you like it!

Lers: Karaku, Urogi, Sekido

Lees: Karaku, Urogi, Aizetsu

'I tell you something? I'm bored! There's nothing to do, there's no one to bother or make fun of!'

Karaku lay down looking at the ceiling and groaning in boredom. 'Actually... I know of something we could do, of course... If you're brave enough to do it...'

'*gasp* HOW DARE YOU?! OF COURSE I DARE!', a preview, this will not end well for them...

No one complains about Aizetsu, he is an obedient boy, who will stay sitting if you give him an order or simply not meddle in other matters if necessary which is none of your business. 'Target located... Ready for attack?'

'MORE THAN READY!!'

'What was that...?', Aizetsu turned his head, he didn't see anyone, maybe it was just Karaku and Urogi making silly bets as always.

'SURPRISE!!'

'W-WHAT?!' Urogi held Aizetsu by his wrists and raised them, placing them above his head. 'What are you guys doing...?'

'Well we were bored, you looked very sad, it's OBVIOUS what we're doing~!'

Unlike Aizetsu, Sekido got angry when Karaku and Urogi made more noise than necessary, they seemed like two immature children and that made him angry (more than he always is)

'WHY SO MUCH LAUGHTER?! YOU CAN'T LIE BACK WITHOUT THOSE IDIOTS DOING STUPID SHIT!!', he stood up determined to hit them both until they decided to keep quiet.

He saw them both, or rather, he saw Urogi moving his wings strangely, but now that he was closer, it was a different laugh. If it wasn't Karaku or Urogi who were laughing... Then who was?

'WHY AHAHAREHE YOU TIHICKLIHING ME?! STOHOHOHOP THIHIS!!'

'We already told you! We were bored and you looked very sad, so this is like an exchange!' 'We take away your sadness and you take away our boredom. It's that simple!'

Sekido couldn't believe it, he sighed and approached them both, getting their attention by clearing his throat and thus freeing Aizetsu.

'O-oh! Hey Sekido, we were just playing, you know. Just... CATCH HIM UROGI!!' 'DEAL!!'

A look of disbelief formed on Sekido's face, he didn't plan on these two continuing with their annoying antics, especially if he was involved.

Every attempt they made to try to take down Sekido was in vain, the only ones who fell to the ground were them. 'Well, I guess it's my turn now, right?'

Aizetsu got up a few seconds after the attack ended, the first thing he saw when he woke up was how Urogi and Karaku began to fight against Sekido in the air, all so that Sekido would win and both would now end up doing their business.

He approached the three, mainly because he was worried, the fall had been high. 'AHAHIZEHEHTSU!! HEHEHELP UHUHUHUS!!'

'WE PROHOHOMISE NOHOHOT AHAHAHAHA TO TIHHIHICKLE YOU AHAHAGAHAHAHAIN!!', Aizetsu refused, he has heard that phrase so many times that he knows it is a total lie.

Besides, he knew that Sekido would be pissed off by the same laughter he was causing, so he saw no need to help. 'They will be fine...' he thought while still hearing laughter and screams.

[thatsmydaydream]

The Offer

Chapter 7 of Guess Who?? Series(yandere!bts(OT7)*Reader)

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Warning: This story will contain yandere themes. No particular warning for this chapter

Info: This story is a work of fiction and the characters or places mentioned do not exist in real life nor do I believe that any members of BTS behave in such way. Do not take this story seriously.

A/N: This part is still unedited

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Mr. Kim's office was very spacious with glass covering two sides of  the room, it too was painted a cool dark green with plants scattered around. In the middle sat a big mahogany desk with its back to one of the glass wall. Behind the desk sat Mr. Kim observing you with his dragon eyes looking equal parts intimidating and handsome.

"Do you have any idea why I called you here today?" He asked in his sweet honey like voice.

Don't stutter, don't you DARE stutter...

"Yes sir, I have been informed that you wanted to question me about yesterday's events." You replied with a surprising level of calmness and professionality in your voice.

"Yes, I do have some questions for you but they are not related to the case so don't worry I am not going to question you I just want some answers you see." He replied while taking out a thin red file from a desk in his drawer.

"You are right now working under Detective Seyre with him as your mentor and team leader, correct?" He asked opening the file and flipping through it.

"Correct" You answered 

But something in the atmosphere starting feeling wrong, you could feel it stirring in gut, creeping under your skin.....

"You, with the team, are right now working on the reopened hwang temple case, correct?" He sounded intimating this time round.

"Correct." 

The feeling was transforming into an itch slithering under you skin leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.........

"I want to offer you something, a position to be exact, I want to take you in as a detective in my current active case. It's very beneficial for you as you might already know, if you crack this case with me and catch the killer you will have a whole lot of achievements under your profile and a promotion on its way, you can climb the ladder really fast. What's your say in the matter?" He offered.

The itch was getting stronger, starting to feel like thorns poking into every inch of your skin.....yet you tried not to show the pain on your face, tried to keep the panic at bay.....

"It might seem really idiotic of me but why me sir? Surely you don't offer your assistance and such generosity to many detectives especially not to detectives like me who are on their first official case so if I may ask, what circumstances or reasoning led to this decision?" You were sure to keep the professionalism and politeness in your tone lest he got offended by your question.

 Many people would call you dumb for raising such question when faced with such a tempting and beneficial opportunity 'Don't look the gift horse in the mouth' they would say but right now this opportunity looked more like a spider web more than anything.  

A trap to get the prey weak, defenseless, vulnerable.......

A voice in your head spoke, not your own though it was feminine sure but not your's. You knew it came from inside your head, you knew but....

"No need to look so puzzled" You snapped your eyes to the man giving him your full attention.

"I offered you the position because you were the first one to reach the crime scene and saw it while it was untouched, the number of detectives to see it like that are low if you must know. I just want a detective who has seen the crime scene help me with the case as I didn't see it myself and I also read your performance report submitted by your previous mentors and they all mentioned that you have an amazing pictorial memory. It would be-" He was cut off by the ringing in of his phone.

"Why don't you think about it while I step outside for a minute to answer this." He said as he got out of his chair and left the room.

Sometimes opportunities may look like a gift horse sent to you by god but when you accept it you will find that the gift horse was rotten from inside swarming with maggots, leeches and snakes that will latch to you and suck the life out you, it will rot you from inside and feed on your flesh while sucking the blood out of you leaving you to be the husk of the person you once were all the while the devil rejoices in the victory of the plan he schemed......

It was the same voice again, you shaked those thoughts away the best you could but they still lingered, echoing in your head. You checked the skin of your hands, no goosebumps, no itching the feeling already gone.

"I am sorry about that." Mr. Kim said entering into his office. 

"I hope you have already decided what your answer is going to be or you could take some more time and give your answer to me by the end of the day." He offered but your mind was already set.

"There's no need for that sir, I have already decided. Though the offer is really generous and I am really grateful for receiving it I cannot accept it." You replied while standing up and bowing ninety degrees in both apology and thanks.

"May I know the reason why?" He questioned.

"The hwang temple case was my first case as an intern and now it has reopened as my first case as a detective. It was and is my first case so I want to help solve it. I hope you can understand." You tried to be as polite as possible, you had no intention of offended someone as superior as Mr. Kim in ranking.

"If that's the only problem you can 'co-help' me with this case but the majority of your attention will be on your current case and you could still help me. I will also assign an intern to not burden you with too much work." He suggested.

'Co-help' meant working on two cases as a co-detective in each case but one had to be a major case on which you were an active investigator and one minor case in which you were an passive investigator who just goes through the evidences collected and provides insights. 

With the supposed 'problem' solved you had no other valid reason to reject the idea.

"I would be delighted to." You said with a smile.

"Good, I will inform detective Seyre about it and will assign a intern to help you as soon as possible." He answered with a smile of his own, his dimples peeking.

Why were you so against the idea again.....

"Thank you so much for your generosity, sir." You said while bowing again.

"Ah ah, No need for such formalities we are supposed to be working alongside now so please address me as Namjoon." He requested

"I will but I must take my leave now, I need to address some matters related to my case before lunch break." You agreed to his request while making up excuses, wanting to leave his office as soon as possible.

"I must have held too much of your time I guess the matters must be urgent." They were not "You may take your leave" He permitted.

You thanked him again while bowing and exited the office. When you reached the hall the receptionist was not there instead a man  dressed in black slacks and a white shirt was standing before the desk with his back turned to you.

Maybe he heard your footsteps because he suddenly turned towards you and was the universe trying to make up to you for all the shit he put you through by sending extremally good looking man towards your way, if it was it was working spectacularly.

"Are you the receptionist?" He voice was so deep and melodic you could drown. The man looked like an art with the perfect face structure, high cheekbones, the perfect lips and the most unique feature of his- his eyes one mono lid and one double lid or is it the placement of various moles scattered around his face.

Realizing that he was still waiting for your answer you replied

"No, I am not the receptionist." 

"Is he inside his office?" He asked.

"Mr. Kim is inside his office yes." He was asking about him only, right??

"15 missed calls, can't you atleast wait 15 minutes ?" Came Mr. Kim's voice from behind you.

"It's been 20 minutes already." The stranger whined.

'He looks really cute' 

You thought as you made your way to the elevator.

"Wait, we didn't introduce ourselves yet!!" The stranger shouted, rushing to stand in front of you.

"I am Kim Taehyung, his younger brother." He said while pointing to himself then Mr. Kim before extending his hand for a handshake.

"I am Kang Y/N, nice to meet you." You replied, accepting the handshake.

"She is my partner for my current case." Mr. Kim offered

"If that's the case" He said while darting back to the reception desk and retrieving a pack of chocolates from a tote bag before returning in front of you.

"You should keep these chocolates, he can be a real pain in the ass sometimes this will help you calm down." He commented, extending the pack of chocolates towards you.

"Hey!! Its nothing like that!" Mr. Kim shouted.

But the man- Taehyung just laughed and pressed the pack in your hands but you Shaked your  head returning it back to him.

"There's no need for formalities, it's your first time working for hyung isn't it? You will need it believe me" Taehyung insisted pressing the bag into your hands.

"Now now don't take too much of her time taehyung, she has work to do." Mr. Kim interjected.

"Have a nice day." Taehyung said before moving to the side and freeing your path. You bowed a little in thanks and climbed into the elevator, feeling both the brothers stare into your back till the elevator's gates closed.

[mono--chromatik]

hi mono its mae and i just saw your profile now and holy shit there’s lots of asks so i thought i’d ask some questions maybe

but if you do know, what are your favorite genres in music? im a huge music nerd and i NEED to know what kind of music you like,,,

get your reading glasses on you activated my trapcard (being really autistic about music)

OKAY OKAY so generally speaking there's no specific genre I tend to stick by to some religious degree. More often than not any generated playlist from wherever I'm listening from is destined to be the least consistent thing imaginable.

To generally answer this question would be trickier than just tossing a bunch of random songs at people but I'm gonna do my damn best to keep it relevant. I am gonna add some examples so I'm putting this under a read-more to keep from making the post needlessly long for passer-byers. (Some genres may not be 100 accurate, in the examples, but they're along the same lines I think).

EDM

I don't know exactly how much this description gets the point across but like, this music sounds like industrial iron, steel and bullets, and in the good way! Can't pinpoint exactly when or why but the general sound of the genre is very nostalgic to me (and in an almost comical way every artist that I've seen fall under that genre or orbit around it happens to have an incredibly deep voice 9 times out of 10. Absolutely not a complaint. Fucking gorgeous sound. Would highly recommend listening to at night outside in a lit-up city area.

NINTENDOCORE

I proceeded to make this genre into my entire personality. Surprise surprise, a lot of the music uses 8-bit sound effects to hell and back. And y'know what? Nothing scratched the itch in my brain better than that ever did.

Tumblr only allows 10 audios per post! i just learned. I'm gonna list a bunch of MISC stuff because i'm running out of steam to type.

Prophecy of the Dragon - The Voidz

Losing Touch - Circus of Dead Squirrels

Meaningless - The Nighty Nite

I Don't Wanna Be Me - Type-O-Negative

Loose Cannon - Puzzle

So Pretty - Kid Dakota

Мрак - DenDerty

Ghost - Gouge Away

Blood and Rockets - The Claypool Lennon Delirium

Guts - MATH The Band

The Air Conditioned Nightmare - Mr Bungle

A.M 180 - Grandaddy

Happy listening ! 👍

[hebimoonlightwrites]

can I please request a one-shot where Vil has a crush on Fem! s/o but she's like, the opposite of him, with really short hair, and she's never use make-up and don't really care about her appearance so when he finally confess to her she's got surprised, cause she's always thought he didn't like her or even hate for this difference..? thank you ♡

Writer's corner: Hiii, darl♥ I'm always so happy when someone requests me about Pomefiore bois♥ Of course I can! Thank you so much for requesting! I really hope you'll enjoy reading what I wrote for you! If there's anything you don't like, please, let me know, so I can fix it for you~ Enjoy♥

Pronouns: SHE/HER

Warnings: nothing ♥only cute stuff here, guys

Words: 1402

~𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛~

"Mira Mira.. Show me mc's Magicam's profile, please.", Vil only said after some minutes of silence. He was standing in front of the mirror, looking at his own reflection, while trying to calm himself from what had just happened previously, after classes.

"Here's what I found.", Mira, his phone's Siri, said while Pomefiore's Housewarden was still keeping his purple eyes on his reflection. Soon his smartphone opened Magicam, showing mc's profile, full of joyful pictures she had taken with all her friends at NRC. Vil sighed and then slowly took his smartphone, starting scrolling and seeing all those photos of her incredible and genuine smile. Her face didn't wear any make-up, while her hair was messy and styled in random buns or imperfect ponytails. She used to wear comfy casual clothes, nothing as classy and fancy as Vil at all.. Even though there were so many differences between him and her.. well.. Vil couldn't help but smile softly, feeling his heart beating, as he simply saw her lips curving up, or just heard her soothing voice. He looked at her photos being with other people and.. it was like there wasn't anyone else but her. Vil sighed again, putting an hand on his forehead, feeling his cheeks getting redder:

"What am I doing...?", he whispered to himself, gently and slowly running his fingers through his blonde and soft hair. How could he love that girl?.. How could he feel those emotions by simply seeing her mere figure?... His eyes couldn't help but sparkled in adoration for her, as he turned to look at those pictures again.. Vil couldn't contain his overflowing emotions for mc. It felt like a kind of spell- no, a kind of curse, actually- mc had spelled to get him deeply in love with her. Her eyes.. They were the source of that curse, which was love. Vil could feel it starting moving from his heart and slowly but constantly spreading through his body, reaching even his soul.. reaching even the deepest part of him. That spell- or curse- was strong.. It was definitely stronger than his magic.. than his signature spell was, actually! And he hated it.. Oh, well.. He was trying to hate it. Vil didn't want to be beaten by that curse.. He didn't want to fall for mc.. He tried his best not to. His mind started recalling the previous days, as he put an hand on his dresser, in front of the mirror, slightly leaning on it while holding his smartphone...

...

During all those days he had tried to mantain his demeanor and expression, even when mc had spoken to him, with her soothing and cute voice.. even when she had told him about her insecurities, proving him that she trusted him.. even when she had tried her best not to show him her tears by covering her own face behind her hands.. Vil had tried his best not to fall for her.. to control himself and not to hug her tightly. And he had failed. For the second time in his life, Vil had failed in something..

Indeed he had hugged her tightly after some seconds of hesitation, getting her off guard. He had closed his own eyes, keeping her as close as possible, caressing her messy hair with his pale hand. After that action, Vil had realized to be doomed.. He had never been that impulsive in his life.. Though he couldn't leave mc crying, suffering like that.. For the first time in his life Vil had felt a strange feeling into his chest: he had desired to be by her side for as long as he could have been.. to protect her.. to care for her.. to make her happy.

"No tears of sadness are allowed here... Only tears of happiness are! Am I clear...?!", Vil had whispered into her ear, keeping holding her close. He could imagine that she had a surprised and slightly confused expression on her face, but.. he didn't care. It was the first time that he didn't care...! Now.. the only thing he cared about was her.. her only.. Mc suddenly hugged him back too, burying her face on his chest, while silently crying, trying to calm down. As she did it, Vil tightened that hug, not caring about the fact that he could have gotten his shirt wrinkled. He didn't care that she was crying on his shirt. He didn't care that she was holding him by his shirt in the hug. He didn't care as long as that hug would have proved her that he cared about her.. as long as that hug would have comforted her. Her touch was enough to make his body feel numb.. only her smell was enough to make his stomach doing flips.. her soothing voice was enough to make his heart thumbing out of his stomach. Only her mere presence was enough to make him feel like nothing else really cared in his life.. She was the only one.

"I.. I can't allow you being sad and suffer over things like that..! I can't allow your heart being broken..!", Vil kept whispering, feeling like he needed so hard to confess her his feelings. Mc, on the other hand, opened her eyes wider as she heard the "cold and stoic Pomefiore's Housewarden" being so caring towards someone so ordinary like her.. I mean.. She was so different from Vil: she didn't wear make-up, nor wore fancy clothes.. yet perhaps it was due to all those uniquenesses mc had that Vil had completely fallen for her. Probably it was the fact that her eyes didn't need any make-up, any eyeshadow on.. that her lips didn't need any lipsticks on to look divinely. It was because she didn't need any fancy clothes to look incredibly beautiful to Vil's eyes. And that was quite unusual: Vil had always been the one to find imperfections even in perfect people..! How could he see her- who was sure to be the most imperfect person- so perfect then?..

"V-Vil...?", mc whispered still in the hug. She could still hear Pomefiore's Housewarden's heavy breath.. she could feel his heart beating faster, his body feeling relaxed while hugging her. His breath was catching in his throat while his hands were adorably caressing her back, comforting her for all those insecurities she had told him about.. Mc had trusted him so much to talk to him about that... Vil was glad she had. "Shhh...", Vil had whispered and then finally moved away from the hug, only to see her eyes again. He felt like he needed to look at those sparkling and beautiful eyes.. just like he needed to breath to live!.. he needed to look at her eyes to live.. And he had to keep living to love her. He suddenly put his hands on her cheeks, seeing how her skin was adorably smooth even without using all those expensive products. He couldn't help but smile warmly while mc opened her eyes wider, blushing at his touch. She looked so adorable.. just like a flower.. the most beautiful flower. On the other hand mc didn't know what to think about.. if Vil was in love with her.. how could he be?.. She was sure not to have any chance with him, who was the most gorgeous young man of NRC and even of Twisted Wonderland.

How could the fairest of all fall for her, who was a simple, ordinary and even clumsy girl? That's what she wondered...

"Mc... I..", Vil whispered as he rubbed his thumbs on her cheeks and slowly got closer. His words came out like an exhale, as he was just coming up for air. He was blushing like crazy, wondering what was happening, what was that attraction he was feeling at that right exact moment... Was it that curse? Was it love? He looked at her for the last time, lost for words, while his heart was slowly going wild in his chest. He was sure it was that curse.. it was love.

"I... I love you...", he said in a whisper before pressing his lips on hers, closing his eyes as he felt a strange sense, an unusual happiness into his chest.. a warmth slowly spreading from his heart to his soul. He felt in peace, genuinely happy, while he was keeping that "ordinary girl" near him, moving his lips on hers.

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Chapter 6 : KRAKEN

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Our carriages thrust through the press of the rejoicing crowd that presently filled Liberty Square. Arnold Way was the street that formed the north side of the Square. The Presidential Mansion took up the entire north side of the Square.

Green Jacket Marines kept back the cheering throng, as we filed into Number One, Arnold Way, the residence of presidents and the seat of administration since the revolution. We were met by none other than President Benedict Arnold, himself. Now in his seventies, he was still hale and hearty. He grasped the hand of each of us as we entered the foyer and greeted us by name.

“Commodore Marks! Gentlemen! You are most welcome! Your journey has been long. To make up for that, dinner has been laid out on the sideboards in the dining room. Commodore Martin is here along with many other notables ... Even,” and here he smiled yet more broadly, “the ambassador of the United Kingdom, Sir Lional Humphries.”

In a high good humor, he conducted us to the dining room. Many candle sconces provided the light, showing high ceilings and a simple understated elegance of decor that spoke volumes about the man who lived here and ran the country.

Among the guests, I saw the unmistakable frowning profile of Sir Lional. I also saw the jubilant Mr. Smollet, chief naval architect of the Cuttlefish Project. Admiral Martin waved to me from his place at the table. I was headed his way, while some heads turned in surprise. Sir Lional’s eyes followed me with calculation. I was stopped by a hand on my elbow.

A firmly commanding yet friendly voice said, “Tecumsah, I have not been able to spare the time to visit your mother’s lodge, these last few years. I have missed my other family. We write back and forth, but it is not the same as a visit. Will you share news from home with me?”

“Mister President, ...” I began, turning to him.

“Such formality from one who first made himself known by spitting up on my weskit,” he interrupted with mock severity. “What happened to ‘uncle Benny’?”

About the room many mouths formed ‘o’s of surprise. Even Sir Lional seemed taken aback.

“I thought the occasion too formal for such familiarity,” I excused myself.

“Never. This dinner is as much a chance to see you again, and hold converse with a friend old and honest enough to hold me in no awe, as it is to celebrate mighty deeds of war. After this pow-wow is over, we shall have to have a long talk of old friends and family.”

“I shall look forward to it,” I replied with true enthusiasm. “Is that centerpiece on the buffet what it appears to be?”

“Indeed, to honor you, son of my spirit. Bison hump and haunch from the Onida herds,” he said in perfect Iroquois.

“Then I shall have to get some, to honor the giver, Uncle,” I responded in the same language. Then in English, I added, “That food looks too good to miss and I see another old friend over by the buffet. I haven’t seen Jean since the Academy. He was a year behind me, and I sort of took him under my wing.”

“Go then, youngster, so long as we talk later.”

“My word on it.”

I made my way across the crowded room to the buffet.

By the sideboard was the French Ambassador, Jean, Count du Coucy, an old school chum. He had been fortunate enough to be studying at the Continental Congress Naval Academy when the French threw off their royalty. When Napoleon had come to power, the First Citizen had instated him as Ambassador, and returned his estates.

“So, filling your plate with meat and treats outranks words with your President?”

“Jean,” I smiled, “it is good to see you again. Letters, be they ever so often, are no substitute for a handshake and word face to face. Mister Arnold and I were merely arraigning time for a real talk, later.”

Sir Lional was edging closer, to overhear what a mere Lieutenant of the Navy might have to say to both the President and the French Ambassador. I decided to give him an earful.

“How is it that you never mentioned Mr. Arnold during our Academy days?” inquired Jean.

“Then, as now, he hates notoriety. He is an old family friend from the days of the War of Independence, no more.”

“No more!?” Jean seemed shocked. “The hero of the Great War, the conqueror of Canada, the man who formed, and brought to your Union, the Indian State, Senator for how many years, and now President twice over, only an old family friend? How did that happen?”

“It goes back to when my grandfather, on my mother’s side, Tall Bear, saved the general’s life at the second battle of Ontario ...” I began, but was interrupted.

“Do you mean the Tall Bear, who took the colonies of St. Laurence and New Found Land?” cut in the impeccably British accents of Sir Lional.

“Why yes, I do. My grandfather. Though I wasn’t talking to you,” I rebuked gently. “Yet you are welcome to join us. The minced bison pasty is excellent.”

“I thank you, but no. I am not here to eat. You have the ear of the President and the French Ambassador.” He shot a poisonous look at Jean. “You must be a valuable go-between. I am surprised that President Arnold would allow you to be risked in a small squadron at war on the high seas.”

“The risk seemed small enough. Besides I have been involved in improving the range and accuracy of our Congreves for the last ten years. I wanted to see them perform in field conditions.”

“Should he be hearing that?” asked Jean. “It is a secret, yet.”

“My tongue is not so loose as all that. We will be unveiling them tonight. Besides, little goes on in the Continental Congress that Sir Lional does not know of. You have had reports of our activities in rocketry for what, about ten years?”

Sir Lional had the grace to look away in embarrassment. “Something like that,” he muttered.

“If you are not here for the party and food, why are you here?”

To be continued

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