#i would rather have the version of them who grew a little bit even if not enough than nothing at all

[fiona-fififi]

I understand why everyone hates the Buckley parents, and I understand why everyone hates the sort of redemption arc they've been given up until now.

But Buck and Maddie deserve parents who love them, and they don't deserve to be hurt by them anymore than they already have been. And as much as I hate them, too, I'd much rather Buck and Maddie be allowed to have this tentative peace where maybe they're not given the perfect kind of love they deserve, but it's enough to mean something important to them.

[saintrosalyn]

JAILBIRD

Ghost becomes pen pals with an inmate before deciding that he wants to adopt his little jailbird.

Word count: 4.1k

Tw: inmate reader, reader is kept as vauge as possible but is implied to be younger than Ghost, violence, stalking, ghost is a perv, p in v, oral (f! Receiving), creampie, spanking (once), orgasm denial if you squint, unprotected sex, NOT edited we die like men.

Edited to Add: Part Two is posted :)

Notes: Baby’s first fanfic, please be gentle. Let me know if I missed any trigger warnings or if you want to see more! I have an idea for a second part but I don’t know if anyone wants it, right now it’s tucked away safely in my drafts. Enjoy! :)

P.S. I’m thinking about making an ao3 account and publishing an edited version of this on there. I’ll link it if I do! I’ve already spent too much time procrastinating finals but christmas break is around the corner so who knows.

The letter came with the top serrated, already opened, as all your letters came. You mostly ignored them. There were a couple of programs that allowed people to become pen pals with prisoners but you’d been there long enough to know what they often contained. 

Many of the women milked poor losers on the outside. Money given and sent. Promises of butterfly kisses and blowjobs whispered over the phone. Exchanges. Some were even able to sweet talk their honeys into giving bribes. Money passed into hands of guards, currency that was then exchanged for cigarettes, which were much more valuable on the inside than the bills used on the outside.

You don’t know why you read this letter. It certainly wasn’t the penmanship, a scrawled handwriting that lay between cursive and print. Maybe it was the blue pen, you’d recognize a Bic anywhere, or maybe it was the fact that it smelled a bit like top-shelf liquor. 

It was rather blunt. But not in an obscene way. Simple and straight to the point as if constrained by an unknown word count. It wasn’t memorable, but what else was there to do? Pace your cell back and forth and wait for zoochosis to settle further in your bones. Close your eyes and remember what freedom tasted like before it dissolved in your mouth.

The pen they gave you was cheap, the paper even cheaper, but you were used to making things work. Your reply was shorter than his, than Simon’s, but it got the job done. If he wanted to write back he would. If he didn’t, well, the new prison guard was starting to get rather handsy with you. The time will pass no matter what.

___

His replies came in strange patterns. Some weeks you’d get eight in a week, other times you wouldn’t hear from him for a few months. It took a year for the first phone call of which lasted less than a minute and consisted mostly of him grunting on the other end and a schlick sound you pretended not to notice. It was his fourth phone call that he finally said a few words in a voice so low it made the phone buzz against your ear, tickling like a lover's breath. Eventually, you had some semblance of conversations, even if they were interrupted by a recorded voice warning you of the time you had left. 

He told you he was a soldier and at first, you planned on cutting the whole penpal idea off. Even before you got arrested you hated bootlickers more than anything. But Simon grew on you, and your friends all suggested you get in his good graces to see if he could pull some strings. You would’ve felt guilty if he was anything other than glorified government property. Both of you were.

The first thing he gave you was a book, The Yellow Wallpaper, which was thicker than you remembered from the time you read it in school. It was only when you cracked open the spine did you find a pack of cigarettes inside, the pages carved out so your real present could be placed inside. You couldn’t help the smile that split your lips as you pressed one between your lips, not noticing the tiny S carved into it.

You thank him for the gift by whispering his name into the phone. A mantra, a prayer, it didn’t matter as long as you kept your voice breathy. He promises to get you more and you learn not to refuse him. At one point, you notice that little robotic voice doesn’t time you anymore. The guard who couldn’t keep his hands to himself was replaced with a woman, hair pulled back into a military-style bun. And you got an extra cookie with your meals.

It took a year for him to visit. You knew it was coming eventually, men are only fine with their imagination for so long before they crave something tangible. Hell, even you were curious about the man who wanted to sink his teeth into you. It almost felt like getting ready for a date. Butterflies dropped like lead in your stomach as you tried to tidy your appearance as much as you could. You smelled, but there wasn’t much you could do about that. The whole damn prison smelled like a county fair bathroom. The lack of air conditioning in the heat of summer just added a sweet BO tinge. 

The first thing you noticed about Simon was his size. You had never met a man as big as he was. The next was the thick scar tissue that marred his face. Though, even without the scars you would be hesitant to ever call him handsome.

Intimidating.

That was what came to mind staring at the thick cords of muscle that covered his arms and the broadness of his shoulders wasn’t just genetics. And he just stared at you. You glanced at the phone that connected to his on the other side of the glass and back at him but decided against it.

You offered him a small smile and an awkward wave. It unnerved you. The focus and attention pinned you in place. Normally you kinned yourself to a tiger you saw at a zoo when you were a child. One that paced back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. A habit you understood all too well. But sitting in front of your pen pal you realized you were rather off. 

Simon was the tiger and you were the bird that caught his attention.

It took far too long for the guard to come and collect you. For once you were grateful to retreat back to your cell, so much so that in your retreat you failed to notice the nod your warden gave Simon.

___

After that Simon met with you in person as often as was allowed. He never said anything and neither did you. Eventually, the novelty of him wore off. Humans were rather adaptable creatures, and you could only be scared of the man for so long before your body adjusted to him. Despite your silence, Simon didn’t appear displeased with you. In fact, it was almost the opposite of it. More gifts arrived.

A pillow, high-end shampoo, a toothbrush (that you had a strange suspicion was used before being given to you), nail polish, and more cigarettes. Some of the women were jealous of the attention given to you, others tried to get with you to share your bounty. Somehow you dodged most of the conflict. But you can only run so long while trapped with so many women.

When you showed up to your meeting sporting a bruised cheek and split lip the air quickly changed. Before you thought Simon looked like a predator. 

You were wrong.

Fear coursed through your veins and you recognized the look in his eyes. Every woman in the damn place knows what a hunger for violence looked like. Slowly he reached out an arm, the sleeve of his hoodie riding up slightly showing off tattoos, before grabbing the phone and pressing it to his ear. With a shaking hand, you did the same.

“Bird.” His voice was somehow deeper in real life than over the phone.

“You should see the other guy.”

His lips twitched.

There was something uncanny about his eyes. They weren’t brown, they were black. Obsidian. You realized that before, the first time you met him, he wasn’t trying to scare you. Though, you were pretty sure it wasn’t directed at you.

“Just a little spat is all Simon. Everything sorted itself out.”

All over a bottle of nail polish. Tempers run short in prison. You spend most of your days in a cell, and what little free time you get surrounded by the same insufferable bitches, it’s a mystery there isn’t more violence. For the most part, things were settled with words. The more physical an inmate gets the more time spent in your cell. There were some weeks where you spent twenty-three hours a day in that little room. 

Simon let out a sigh as if dealing with you was the most insufferable part of his day.

“Did ye’ get medical attention a’ least?”

You nodded your head.

He gave a grunt.

That seemed to be his preferred method of communication with you. Caveman grunts and growls, the occasional moan over the phone he couldn’t hold back. You figured it had something to do with his job. He was quite tight-lipped about it, but you gathered he has co-workers (his squad? Platoon? What was the proper lingo?). Despite this, you were under the impression he spent the majority of his time alone. He always seemed more primal after those month-long stints of silence.

You always wondered how you would feel if he never contacted you again. Went out and didn’t come back. Would you assume he was dead? That he moved on to prettier things that aren’t locked away? Would it make a difference to you? 

No. It wouldn’t.

Even now you got letters upon letters from other men. Though none were as giving as Simon was.

It was back to silence and staring contests that you were used to. The both of you slipping into a familiarity. He never put the phone back. Even when your warden came and escorted you back. You didn’t glance back at him. 

Tucked away in your cell you didn’t get to watch Simon slowly rise out of his seat, chair creaking from the shifting of his weight. You didn’t see Simon lurk in the back as the inmates met with their loved ones on the out. Didn’t see him take notice of a particular girls with nails painted the same shade as his gift to you. The same shade as the tip of his cock.

___

The girl was transferred. For a singular moment, you thought Simon had something to do with it. Then laughed at the idea. Simon may be in the military, but you highly doubted he had anything to do with the bitch who got transferred. At least you got your nail polish back. It was a strange shade, and the idea of a man as big as Simon standing in an isle trying to pick out a shade made you chuckle, it was the thought that counted.

Time marched on. Penpals came and went but Simon stayed the consistent part in your life. 

Eventually, the possibility of parole was on the horizon. 

Freedom. 

So close you could practically taste it.

Unfortunately, that meant a laundry list of to-do items. Court hearings, lawyers bankrolled by Simon, arranging for transportation and housing. Simon handled most of it. By now, the lingering guilt of using your soldier fiance had long left you. He seemed like the kind of man who needed to learn lessons the hard way, and entering a relationship with a felon was a lesson most didn’t need to learn. Still, he had been putting in quite a hard amount of work. He deserved a treat.

And after years of forced celibacy, you needed it bad.

The two of you would enjoy each other for a week or two. Simon would realize he made a mistake moving you in. He would kick you out. You’d pawn the ring he’d give you and use the money as a cushion as you landed, getting back on your feet. The two of you would go your separate ways and never see each other again.

Being in prison taught you a lot of things. Despite everything, patience wasn’t one of those lessons. The day you were gaining your freedom passed was the slowest part of your life. The checking, double checking, retrieving your stuff, checking again, until finally,

Finally,

You were outside. You were outside in something other than a uniform that stunk of sweat, there were no handcuffs. Anxiety crept everywhere. You wanted to get as far away from the prison as you could, if you breathed wrong a warden would drag you back. A pair of arms snatched you.

You looked up and couldn’t help but laugh, pressing your lips against his scarred ones.

“Fucking Christ your tall.”

He chuckled against your lips before taking them again, hands digging near painfully into your ass. The two of you somehow managed to walk back to his car peeling off one another before Simon peeled away, hand clutching the fat of your thighs as he drove.

“Never pictured you as a reckless driver.” You giggled.

The adrenaline and giddiness of being free hadn’t worn off yet. If anything it seemed to slowly be morphing into a different beast entirely. You pressed your lips against his bicep causing him to groan. You glanced up at him, watching as his jaw clenched weaving in and out of traffic in a way that was certainly not legal. You would’ve been worried about being pulled over if he wasn’t driving a military vehicle. They answered to a different police, or so he told you.

Eventually, he pulled into the yard of a house with an honest-to-God white picket fence. You smiled as you got out, curiosity creeping in about what his house was like. Simon opened the door for you, which would probably should’ve made you swoon at his gentleman-like behavior, but truthfully it was how he hauled you out of the card and dragged you inside that got your heart racing. 

Impatient.

The door barely closed before his body was pressed against yours and his lips were pressed against your jugular. One of his rough hands slipped up your shirt, grunting when he found a clear path to your tits instead of meeting the edge of a bra. The other dipped into the waistband of your pants, running over your clothed cunt, no doubt feeling the wet spot against your underwear. Your hands slid over his arms, squeezing at the muscle, before slowly sliding them up and up, going to the back of his neck, a hand threading through his short hair the other cupping his face to kiss yours. 

A large thumb found your clit, only the thin cotton stopped him from rubbing directly against it. He pressed down hard on it, causing your breath to catch in your throat, his thumb moving down your slit. The seam of your mouth parted in a moan and he used that to stick his tongue down your throat. 

The kiss was obscenely wet, beastly as his spit passed from his mouth into yours. Before prison, you would’ve pulled away with a grimace. Too much tongue, too much teeth, too much. But your whole body was on fire, years of pent-up orgasms made you desperate for it all. For someone to press against you, to be inside you.

Simon was oh-so-convenient. 

You tried to pull away, lungs burning enough to convince you that air was in fact a need, but the door stopped you. Pressed between it and Simon you had no escape. You whimpered against his mouth, again and again until he finally got the hint and pulled away, a string of spit connecting your mouths as if it too was reluctant to pull away from you.

“Bedroom?” You panted, though if he took you here against the door you would die happy.

Simon threw you over his shoulder and took his stairs two at a time before tossing you on his bed making you laugh. The caveman and his prize. Simon took the moment of being away from you to pull at the collar of his shirt. You watched in appreciation as it lifted higher and higher until it was discarded on his carpet. 

His body was marred in scar tissue, muscle, and a layer of fat that made for a solid fine specimen of the male species. His pants were discarded next, and either he pulled his underwear down with them or he just wasn’t wearing any to begin with. You didn’t have much time to ponder that thought distracted by his hard cock.

Jesus Christ.

Big was an understatement, monster was the word that popped into your mind. It crossed the territory between delicious into scary. Large and thicker than you thought possible. You swallowed and for a second hoped he would forget about the blowjob you promised him after he gave you a pillow. 

“Yer’ wearin’ too many clothes Birdie.” 

Quickly, though not as quickly as Simon was, you wiggled out of your pants, shrugged off your shirt throwing it in the same pile as his clothes. He stepped closer to you, one large hand grabbing your ankle before retching you towards him.

He leaned down, mouthing at your bare tits, slobbering over them. The soft press of his tongue flicked over your nipple before he moved to the other and grazed his teeth over it. His hands were everywhere. He was everywhere. Impossibly big and pressed against you everywhere. Until all your senses were filled with him. As if Simon was the only thing that mattered in the world.

The artificial sun in your glass cage.

His mouth moved lower, nipping at your skin before he moved between your legs. He settled his body in between them, the calloused palm of his hands pressing your legs further and further apart until the stretch burned in the muscles where your legs met your pelvis. Quickly the pain faded into the background as he pressed a kiss against your bare clit, before taking it in his mouth and sucking. You felt the rough pad of his fingertips press against your hole rubbing against it but never quite dipping inside. Again and again, he moved it against you but never in you. 

It was maddening.

You tilted your pelvis against his mouth, trying to coax his fingers into your welcoming body. He growled against your clit, removing his mouth causing you to whine. A sharp sting met your ass cheek and you yelped.

He spanked you.

“Behave.”

You never took the man to be hungry for anything other than missionary, but it seemed he had learned a few tricks over the years. He did have a few on you, you were sure of it. Your thoughts leaked out of your ears as he moved back up, slotting his hips in between your legs. Liquid lust ran through your veins at the sight of him rubbing his dick against your mound, a mess of your slick and his pre dragging along your pussy and up to your belly button. Your poor hole clenching around nothing at the image of how deep he was about to be in you.

You took a deep breath, mesmerized as he pressed the tip against your entrance, catching it before pressing himself inside. He went slowly, and you couldn’t help the moan that left you as he finally began to sink home. Throwing your head back you closed your eyes as he stretched your body out.

You weren’t a virgin before you were locked away, but years of celibacy made you feel born again. Hell, with the size Simon was even if you had fucked him before he would’ve made you feel virginal with the way he was splitting you open.

When you opened them again you caught his gaze, he stared at you watching your expression pinch as he gave small thrusts, working the last of him inside you. When his balls pressed against your ass you let out a shaky breath. You had passed your limit two inches ago but somehow Simon had managed to coax your sweet pussy to take the last of him inside. The pain of him had taken you away from the edge of an orgasm he was working you towards, but when his hand found your clit again you knew you weren’t going to last long.

If his shaky breaths were anything to go by Simon wasn’t going to last long either. 

He kissed you again, this time it was softer. Sweeter. Made your stomach turn in a moment of guilt. It was replaced when he drew out of you, slowly letting you feel inch after inch leave your body, before slamming back in.

He moved again against you. And again. Building up a punishing rhythm. You couldn’t help the small ah ah ah’s that left your lips as he rutted in you. Your hips pushed against his, working with him as you both chased your highs. 

His hand never left your clit, as if glued to it working in tight fast circles. His other hand traveled along your body as if he couldn’t get enough of you. Squeezing at your tits so hard you thought it might bruise, running up your bare skin, constantly moving and feeling. As if he couldn’t believe that you were real. That you were out of your cage and underneath him panting his name in his ear instead of against the end of a phone. 

Your own hands wandered. Moving over his arms, God’s gift to you, his chest. But mostly they moved down his back, feeling his muscles move and contract under your hands. Before you left you would convince him to put a mirror over his bed, so you could watch his shoulders shift and move as he thrust inside you.

It was too much. The feel of Simon, the stimulation on your clit, the thick cock pistoning like a machine inside you, pressure built and built inside you. Your nails dug into his back, dragging down as he pushed you off that ledge.

Simon’s thrusts stuttered as he felt your walls fluttering around him, suckling at his cock, coaxing him. He came with a groan soon after you, painting your walls with thick globs of his cum.

You panted as he rested against you, letting his cock soften inside you as you ran your nails over the nape of his neck and caressed his short hair. It was oddly soft, comforting to run your hands over.

Simon began to untangle himself from you, slowly as if reluctant to part from your embrace. He moved to what you now realize was the on-suite connected to his bedroom. You could feel his cum start to drip out of your cunt and down your asshole, shifting at the uncomfortable feeling. You couldn’t find the energy yet to move, not even sure if your legs could support you right now. Simon came back to you, wash-cloth in hand, and began wiping up the mess he made.

“We’ll have to get a Plan B tomorrow.” You murmured as he crawled back into bed next to you.

Simon didn’t say anything, but he had always been a quiet man. He maneuvered the both of you until you rested under the covers, your hand running along his bare chest. Tracing his happy trail before moving back up, not ready to go again.

The adrenaline from before had worn off, leaving you suddenly exhausted. Sated and free you dozed off against him.

When you woke up again it was darker outside. Not yet the full black of night but rather the soft blue that came after the sun had only just dipped out of sight. Simon wasn’t in bed next to you. You rolled over with a sigh, sitting up and smoothing your hair. Thirsty you threw the covers off your body and padded across out of his room entering into a small hallway. There was a door directly across his room and with a shrug, you went into it. 

It wasn’t snooping if you lived here now too. Even if you were only going to stay for a little bit.

The handle turned easily but the room was darker than you expected, no windows to let in any natural light. Your hands patted at the wall until you found the edge of a light switch, with a click the room was bathed in a soft glow.

Your breath hitched.

The room was bare except for a small desk and chair, the walls were covered in photos. Photos of you. Old photos, from before your prison stint. Mugshots. But what made your skin crawl were photos of you in your cell. You sprawled out on your uncomfortable cot. You sitting cross-legged across from your cellmate. Images of you in the cafeteria. Images of you in the yard. 

You took a step back, then another, and another.

You flicked the light back off and slowly closed the door. You took a shuddering breath and yelped when you felt a chest pressed against yours. 

Simon’s hands dug into your hips, pulling you tight against him.

“You look like you’ve seen a Ghost, Birdie.”

Poor little bird, trading one cage for another.

___

Part Two

[m4tthewmurd0ck]

did some force take you because i didn’t pray?

── aegon x fem!reader (you’re one of helaena’s lady’s in waiting)

the 2 times Aegon had someone there to comfort him

(i’m slightly changing things but just go with it pls)

small a/n before we begin: no use of y/n, i do my best to avoid descriptors BUT do use she / her and mention reader being shorter than aegon. when he hugs / holds you he is able to rest his head on yours. also i know everyone has titles and long names but to save time and also make it easier i just use first names. changing aegon’s rant just so im not word for word with the show.

also disclaimer: i know aegon is not a good person by any means! this is just the alternate reality version of him where things could turn out different if he’s shown genuine love and care

For as long as you’ve known the Targaryen family, it dawns on you one day that you’ve never seen Aegon cry.

In the beginning, that didn’t mean much. You were one of Helaena’s ladies’ in waiting, and only ever saw the then prince on occasion.

Then Aegon was crowned King, and you saw him a bit more as Helaena was required to be present at what felt like too many ceremonies. Because you were almost exactly the same age, although it was against an unspoken rule, she came to see you as a friend.

When the twins were born and Helaena saw how good you were with them, it seemed to anyone who was around that she wanted you near at all times. She practically begged you to begin sleeping in her chambers to help with the fussing and crying at night, and of course you said yes. It occurred to you later that night that she could’ve just demanded it.

It wasn’t long at all before the twins also formed an attachment, as their mothers need to have you close by didn’t lessen even as they got older.

Though they both loved you, Jaehaerys in particular, was very fond of you. Jaehaera was a lot more independent and chose to play with her dolls or little trinkets by herself. But the boy, the other ladies’ in waiting and even Helaena herself, often called him your little shadow.

Whatever task you were given, it wasn’t uncommon for Jaehaerys to be nearby. As he grew a little older, he began to ask questions.

Once, he asked why his mother wore such fancy dresses, but yours and the rest of the ladies’ were only ever plain. It hadn’t occurred to you that because you spent so much time with him and had a big hand in raising him, he saw you as family and genuinely didn’t understand why you dressed differently.

Luckily, you didn’t need to answer. Aegon appeared from around the corner, calling for his son. Once Jaehaerys ran to him, he gave you a nod before grabbing his sons hand and leading him in the opposite direction.

To the King, you were a mystery. He knew his sister preferred you to the other ladies’ in waiting, and he knew she’d rather you over any of them to be looking after the twins when she was busy, but he didn’t know why. Still, his sister was set in her ways, and in the end he simply decided it was best to not ask questions. Even he could see that you cared deeply for his children, and for him that was enough.

On the day Aegon wished for his son to sit in on a council meeting, Jaehaerys was being a bit difficult that morning. For whatever reason, he refused to go unless it was you that escorted him.

After assuring him that you’d only get the boy in the room and then quickly make your exit, Aegon nodded and led the 2 of you into the room.

Just like you knew he would, Jaehaerys immediately went for “the ball” as he called it, in front of Tyland Lannister. You could see irritation immediately all over the man’s face, but to his credit he did his best to hide it.

The third time the ball was grabbed, you were the only one that heard it when Tyland snapped. The meeting hadn’t yet begun but you could see he already wished it to be over.

“That child doesn’t belong in here,” he muttered to himself, unaware that you could hear him.

“I will escort him to his mothers chambers now. Is the heir to the throne bothering you a bit too much?” That last bit slipped out, and you immediately regretted it as the room grew silent and all eyes turned to the 3 of you. After a few tense seconds, most everyone resumed their conversations.

You slowly stood up, Jaehaerys now on your back as that was the only way he agreed to leave the room. “Apologies Ser Lan—”

“Hold on,” the room stilled once again when it was Aegon that spoke this time. He looked at you, then back at Tyland. “She has nothing to apologize for. And I believe she asked you a question. Is the heir to the throne, my son, is he bothering you?”

Even Alicent opted to look down and fiddle with her hands rather than step in. You didn’t think you’d ever been more grateful for Aegon that in that moment.

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ONE.

On the night Jaehaerys was murdered, you were knocked unconscious. You’d later find out it was the man they called Blood that hurt you, but at the time all you knew / remembered was waking to a loud noise. Immediately you got out of bed, but before you could properly realize what was happening, you felt something sharp across your cheek. And before you’d even had time to cry out, something hard hit the side of your head, causing everything to go dark.

When you woke, you ignored the maesters requests to stay in bed. As soon as you stood up, you almost wished you’d listened as you immediately felt dizzy. That was also when you felt the stinging pain of the cut on your cheek. The maester explained that you wouldn’t need to have it stitched up, but he hadn’t yet bandaged you because even in your sleep, you tossed and turn whenever he tried to tend to that injury.

After agreeing to not over exert yourself, you were off to find Helaena. It was then that another one of the ladies’ in waiting broke the news to you.

When you were let in to Alicent’s chambers, and locked eyes with Helaena, she immediately stood up from her spot on the floor and ran to you, Jaehaera still held tightly in her arms.

“Are you alright?” You knew she would be with the maester if she were injured, but you still had to ask. “They said—”

“He’s dead,” was all Helaena could say. That and “they killed him”.

What felt like an eternity later, and you’d gotten Jaehaera to sleep and convinced Helaena to at least lay down with her, you were unsure of what to do. Only a few moments later, you found yourself wandering the halls. Every inch of the place had been searched almost immediately, so you know that the halls were alright once again.

Part of you felt like you didn’t have a right to mourn Jaehaerys, as he wasn’t actually your son. You were just trying to process the fact that you’d never see his little smile again. Never again would you turn a corner and be greeted with that sweet voice asking where the 2 of you were going, because him staying with anyone else was out of the question.

You were one of the first to hold him after he was born, and had seen him every day since. To already be in a world where he no longer existed, it seemed cruel.

When you stopped walking, you realized that you’d come to Aegon’s chambers. The doors were obviously closed, and you had only managed to take a few steps back the way you came, when you heard them open.

“Oh, good,” you turned around, surprised that it was Alicent that had spoken. “Did Helaena send you?”

You stuttered as you tried to form a response, but she seemed to take your silence as a confirmation.

“He’s distraught, obviously. I’m not sure he’ll speak to you but…” she seemed unsure of herself. In the end she sort of motioned towards the doors, before turning and walking away.

Before you even raised your hand to knock, you heard sobbing. It was then that you realized you were wrong. Yes, your heart could break even more.

It didn’t escape your notice that Alicent left the room as her son was sobbing. You knew she wasn’t the comforting type, but you couldn’t imagine simply walking the other way.

After a few knocks, you weren’t surprised when there was no answer. As you slowly opened the door, then shut it behind you, you thought to yourself that you should’ve thought about what to say beforehand. Here was this normally stone-faced man, showing more emotion now than he had in the entire time you’d known him. And after more thought, you realized that perhaps Alicent had tried to comfort him but was asked to leave.

“Who is there?” Aegon finally seemed to notice someone else’s presence, but hadn’t actually looked up. His head remained in his hands, and you could hear him trying to quiet his cries.

“I am sorry, I— I just thought I should check on you.” You noticed how pathetic you sounded only after the words left your mouth.

He let out a humorless chuckle, then slowly stood up and made his way towards you. “Check up on me?”

You nodded. “I just wanted to see how you were doing. Stupid question to ask if you’re okay, I know.”

He studied your face for a moment, and his guard came down ever so slightly. He believed your concern to be genuine. And for Gods sakes, his own mother couldn’t even comfort him. She left quietly and Aegon knew it was in the hopes that he wouldn’t know she’d ever entered the room.

Still, he couldn’t bring himself to answer you. Instead he returned to his sitting position, once again leaning forward so that his head was in his hands.

“I should’ve been there,” he spoke so softly that you didn’t quite hear him.

“Pardon?”

He looked up at you, fresh tears in his eyes. “I should’ve been there!” When he saw how you flinched, he regretted being so loud. But a larger part of him didn’t care. You were the first person to allow him to speak freely. He needed to let out his emotions somewhere. “I should have been there. But I thought who’d be stupid enough to try anything here? Look at how wrong I was.”

“There’s nothing you could’ve done,” you shook your head.

“That is bullshit!” He stood up and began pacing back and forth. “My son is DEAD! It was an act of revenge, why else do you think the rest of you were left alive?”

You were about to ask if they already know who is responsible, but it’s as if he read your mind.

“My brother kills her son, so she has taken it upon herself to exact revenge, a son for a son!” He laughs, but again there is no humor in his tone. “My son, the heir to the throne, he is gone. Murdered while he slept and I did nothing!”

As he sat crying, you kneeled in front of him. Trying not to think about it too much, you placed your hands on his and forced him to look at you.

“Everyone around knows how much you love that boy. And he loved you just as much.” You decided it was better to not repeat that he couldn’t have done anything. Right now in front of you, was a father who needed to grieve.

Aegon knew he should be cautious. His sister knew you well, but he did not. He was already ashamed that you’ve seen him cry. Yet you didn’t seem repulsed. You allowed him to rant and didn’t try to shove advice down his throat. His son was gone, but you reminded him of the love that existed, that still exists.

The angry part of him wanted to shout at you to leave, but he couldn’t bring himself to yell again in that moment. So he allowed your hands to remain on his as he cried for his son.

You prayed that no one would walk in, as you stood up and pulled Aegon up with you. Before he could ask what was happening, you gave him a hug.

His first instinct was again, one of anger. He resisted the brief urge to push you away. After a few seconds, he even surprised himself when he almost melted into your touch. He genuinely couldn’t remember the last time he was in someone else’s embrace like this. And you didn’t ask questions. You only held him and listened to his heartbeat.

He found himself crying again as he returned the gesture and wrapped his arms around you. Although he knew he could never speak of this, and he’d have to ask that you not do the same at some point, he allowed himself to do nothing but mourn the loss of his son as you held him in your arms, and you in his.

He was grateful that at least in this moment, you allowed him to grieve.

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TWO.

After that, there was a noticeable change. Aegon gravitated towards you if he entered a room and you were already there. Everyone noticed, but none dared to speak on the matter, not even Alicent or Otto.

You heard about the meeting in which it was ultimately decided that Jaehaerys’ body would be placed on a carriage led through the streets, so that the public might see just what Queen Rhaenyra was capable of. You didn’t think this was her doing. How could a mother who has just lost her son, inflict that pain onto someone else? Surely she wouldn’t. But everyone else was so sure. And you were but a low-born lady in waiting, so you remained silent.

The thought of Jaehaerys being used, paraded through the streets for all to gawk at, it angered you. Yes, he was a prince. And you understood the message that they hoped it would send, but it didn’t make you any less upset. He was just a boy. You thought of the boy who would run into your embrace whenever you walked in to his mothers chambers.

You couldn’t even imagine how Aegon was feeling. He loved that boy deeply, and you had no doubt that he was pressured into agreeing.

That same night, you were abruptly woken up. Immediately you looked to Helaena’s bed, filled with relief to see her and Jaehaera fast asleep. But it alarmed you that it was Ser Criston Cole of all people, who’d woken you up.

He put a finger to his lips, then turned and exited the room. You made sure you looked at least half decent before you followed him, wondering what on earth possessed him to wake you at such an hour.

“I—” He looked unsure of where to start.

“Has something happened?”

“It’s the King.” He didn’t wait for you to respond, instead turning and practically running out of the room.

As you chased after him, it did occur to you that it was odd for him to fetch the King’s sisters ladies’ in waiting. You also realized that he never technically responded when you asked if something happened.

When the 2 of you finally reached Aegon’s chambers, Criston didn’t even open the door. He didn’t need to though, you could hear the shouting and loud noises from outside.

“Who else is in there?” You fiddled with your hands, unsure of what you were walking into.

Criston merely shook his head. “No one. He kicked everyone out. But I know you helped him that— that night. Can you…?”

Without giving it a second thought, you nodded. Instead of leaving, Criston sort of stood guard right outside the door. You’d seen Aegon angry before, and were secretly relieved that he was outside should anything go wrong.

This time, you didn’t bother knocking. You did, however, try to open and then close the door as quietly as possible.

“I declare war!” It was the first thing you heard since entering the room, and you didn’t bother asking who he was declaring war on.

“My King —”

It was as if he was in a sort of angry trance. You speaking didn’t even cause him to look in your direction.

“I want them all dead! They’ll all pay for this, every fucking one of them!” As he spoke, he moved about the room destroying King Viserys’ carefully and meticulously constructed display.

You could see he needed to let his anger out. And didn’t exactly want to approach him while he held something that could hurt you. Not that he intentionally would, but seeing as he had no reaction to you calling out to him, you didn’t think it wise to sneak up on him.

As the smashing and destruction went on, you could see Aegon begin to wear himself out. It wasn’t so much that the anger was leaving his body, but rather that he was losing the energy to continue. Now, you thought to yourself, was a good time to gauge where he’s at mentally / emotionally.

“My King—” you tried again. This would be a moment you’d come to regret, seeing as you hadn’t considered the fact that Aegon was so blinded by his rage that he hadn’t noticed it was you in the room. Sure he heard the doors open and close, but he assumed it had been one of his men.

Not registering who it was that just spoke, and only hearing that someone was interrupting his rampage, he turned around with an arm swung out. It ended up being sort of a backhanded slap, and unfortunately he was wearing a ring.

Once he realized it was you that he’d just harmed, Aegon froze. His eyes widened and he immediately dropped to his knees.

“Are you hurt? Did I— did I…” He didn’t seem to know what he wanted to ask.

You put a hand to your cheek and examined your fingers, nothing a small amount of blood. He hit almost exactly where you were cut, and by the feel of it you guessed that his hit reopened the wound.

“It’s fine,” you tried to reassure him. “I am sure I will be healed in no time. There is no need—” Before you could finish speaking, he’d fled from the room, but not before hurriedly asking you to stay put.

Only a short while later he returned with the maester quickly following behind him.

As the man tended to your face, you could practically see the gears turning in his head as he debated on speaking. In the end, he decided to ask the question.

“How did you manage to reopen this wound?”

Luckily for you, you’d studied the room and had your answer prepared.

You pointed to a spot on the floor where a glass of wine lay spilt. “I slipped just there. Tried to steady myself and ended up landing on my face and cutting it with one of the broken pieces.”

Because you spoke immediately and with such confidence, your lie was believed.

“Might not heal as well if it’s opened a third time. Still doesn’t need stitches, just try not to fall again, eh?” He gave you a pat on the shoulder before giving you a small jar of ointment to apply to the cut, instructing you to apply it once a day.

As soon as the man left the room, you studied Aegon. He was pacing the entire time, only stopping once the maester had left.

“Why?” He whispered.

You knew what he was asking. “I did not think it would do any good for him to know the truth. I know you didn’t mean to,” you shrugged.

He was almost in a state of shock. Here he’d just injured you, accidentally, sure, but it was still done in anger. And it wasn’t that long ago that he broke down in front of you. Despite all of that, you were still kind to him. You covered for him.

Aegon fell to his knees once again in front of a large portion of the mess he created. “I’m sorry,” he spoke softly.

“My King you do not need to apologize. As I said, I know it wasn’t on purpose.”

He looked up at you, fresh tears in his eyes, and you lost count on how many times your heart broke for him. You joined him on the floor, and put what you hoped was a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“I can’t do anything right,” the first tear fell, but he didn’t bother wiping it away. “I allowed men to break in and murder my son, and this is twice now you’re hurt because of me.”

The fact that he blamed himself for it still, brought tears to your eyes as well.

“No one thinks this was your doing, and I swear to you that I don’t blame you.”

He was silent for a moment, deep in thought. “How am I meant to continue?”

His question caught you off guard. “Pardon?”

“My son is dead. Murdered, and my dear sister that claims to be the rightful heir may not have held the knife but I know she commanded the men that did. How am I supposed to to sit on the throne and continue to rule as if none of this has happened?”

“I do not think anyone expects you to act as if nothing has happened —”

Hearing that caused Aegon to laugh. “Have you met my mother? She is one of the many against me declaring war.”

“This tragedy —”

He cuts you off once again. “Tragedy? Hah! Understatement of the fucking year. And people are already speaking about my sons murder as if it’s a lesson! My grandfather, dear old Otto Hightower, wants to parade my sons body for all to see. Says it will show them the kind of Queen that Rhaenyra really is. You should’ve seen how many nodded their heads in agreement. How do I just hand him over to be stared at, as if he is no more than a piece of meat on display at the market?”

“I hate this,” you finally get a chance to speak. “Jaehaerys was the sweetest little boy I kno—knew. And I wish his death wasn’t being used in this way. A tragedy should not always be a lesson. Sometimes it should be allowed to be just that, a tragedy. I am truly sorry you are having to deal with all of this.”

Something about what you’ve said causes tears to spring to Aegon’s eyes. Perhaps it’s the way you speak so kindly of his son. He knows you genuinely loved the boy, after all. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” His quiet sobs begin as he echoes your use of those 2 words, and when you turned to face him, he practically falls into your embrace. You stop counting how many times he utters I’m sorry. In between the I’m sorry’s, he mostly said his sons name, but you heard your name as well as Helaena and Jaehaera’s.

Night turned into morning and Aegon finds himself in your arms once again. Eventually his sobs had slowed down, and he fell asleep, laying on the hard floor with his head in your lap.

As he slept, you allowed yourself to run your hands through his hair, just for a moment. Aegon let out a content sigh, finding comfort in your movements even in his sleep.

Here was this boy who was feared by many, who didn’t ever want anyone to see him as weak, and yet twice he allowed himself to cry and grieve in front of you.

At some point, you gently wake Aegon and convince him to get into bed.

As you take one last look at him before exiting his chambers, you can’t help but silently hope that the future would be a little kinder to him.

TAGLIST — @blupblupfish | @sapphirest0nes

If you’d like to be tagged in future Aegon pieces, let me know!

[leftneb]

Curiositas aka sirens!AU

in which Lando is a siren with species dysphoria and Oscar is the defintion of Just Some Guy, who happens to get caught up in Lando's mess. and obviously they fall in love along the way etc etc

I first posted about this idea over 2 months ago and I'm happy to announce that there is now a fic in the works!!! which will likely take at least another 2 months because goddamn the concept outgrew itself (as you can tell by the fact charles and max also, like, exist now) it's sitting at ~8k words rn, which is by far the longest thing I've ever written in my life already, but story isn't even close to being finished, so yeah it'll take a while lmao

for now though I have some character designs and lots of thoughts, which I'd like to share :3

ramblings about their individual designs and details below the cut!!

and massive thank you to my dear partner @lailau7904 for not only holding my hand through writing the fic so far but somehow being even more insane about this whole AU than I am???

LANDO

main character (and POV holder) his design isn't based on any real fish, closest resemblance is to a fake fishing lure (reference provided)

very little scarring despite sirens' hunting culture, some tiny cuts and scratches around the top of his tail from smuggling pretty stones and shards of glass

absurdly bright green scales (I really could've made him fluorescent but I think that would be overkill) which is absurdly shit for stealth purposes but good for catching the attention of potential victims

vague triangle shape language but in a semi-elegant way

doesn't eat fish and would rather not eat human either

MAX

fills the position of a leader in his and Lando's colony, inherited the role in his late teens but grew up to it pretty quickly

shark motif, all sharp and angular shapes, visibly intimidating

lots of scars collected during hunts, wounds covered over by red scales from Charles

his scales are pretty dark but they shine blue when the light hits them just right (plus Charles' scales are a bright red lmao, which is a bit suboptimal for stealth but he thinks it's worth it)

CHARLES

koi fish motif, soft and round shapes

no scarring at all

has known Max since they were kids but actually didn't meet Lando until their 20s despite Max and Lando being childhood best friends

considered legally dead by monegasque officials (this has lore reasons which I'm not about to spoil)

GENERAL NOTES

the AU plays in a modern setting, altough sirens are very behind on human technology

their gills are on the side of their ribs! they can also all breathe with their lungs above water

funky scales patterns on their torsos around "modified" areas such as their gills and back fin

they have no hands but don't let that fool you! I was simply too lazy to draw any, what you would see if I did draw them tho would include:

webbing between fingers!! matches the colour of fins

longer, and more solid, claw-like nails

wrinkled palms and fingertips

I really wanted to make Max and Charles' torsos more life accurate but could not be arsed, they all have Lando's body type, aka I've accidentally twinkified Charles and Max lmao

by now you might have noticed that there's no design for Oscar, and as much as I really want to make a siren design for him that would have some pretty heavy lore implications so I'm... hesitant to do so

other people on my sirenification waiting list are:

George Russell and Alex Albon (for the 2019 rookies circle to be complete)

Franco Colapinto (based purely off vibes)

the whole grid really god I'm so ill

for the record Logan is a human in this AU but he IS present fuck you James Vowles

you may have also noticed the papaya version I labeled as McLaren themed (this one is also the highest quality image I have in this thread if you're gonna do any zooming in please do it on this one,,,,)

all throughout writing and drawing I couldn't help but think about another banger siren!Lando fic: Salt Skin by @strawberry-daiquiris! in which Lando has orange slash papaya scales, which I just had to draw honestly

a lot of my design process was also inspired by a piece by @dumbf1sketches (it's somewhere in the pile of other gorgeous art in that post)

bonus underwater version of all of them because it wasn't bright enough for me to feel good about it being at the top but it's still like, the main colour example to my brain

TAGLIST(S)

AU @mintraindrop @cx-boxbox (I know the og post is from actual ages ago but you two were interested so I humbly offer you these crumbs)

ART @santongkabayo @cyclonixi @alto-the-avocado @loquarocoeur

people that put up with my ramblings on dc @lyslsstuff @peppysinc @girlrussell

[mistkisbiggestfan]

heyyyy i just wanted t ask if you could post a part two to white lion i have reread it so many times its totally ok if you are taking a break to work on mental health or would prefer writting stuff you choose this just a silly little request (sorry i there is spelling mistakes my english isnt that good)

Pidge / Reader | White Lion - Complete rewrite - Part I

Rewrite of the fic I still have up on this blog!!

A/n: I'm back?? I think?

Words: 1221

With insomnia nothing’s real, you learn that early on, everything’s far enough to be impossible to reach. Stuck inside an endless loop, a sort of unbreakable cycle. Back then; you were not ready for failure of any kind.

As a White Paladin of Voltron your sole mission was to protect other paladins and people around you. That’s all the White Paladin was, a glorified version of a healing pod, and you hated it. Everyone neglected you, not as a friend of course, but as a valuable fighter and defender of the universe. A medic was what you were made out to be, a brute by nature and a pacifist by force, all you could do was save, even if you tried to charge into battle you were quickly pushed off – back to the sidelines. Allura told you before; each Lion has a unique bond to a specific, and only one, Paladin. Sealed by fate, with no choice, you stayed.

The only one treating you fairly was your lover, Pidge. Both young prodigies, top students of Garrison, with a heart of gold and a particularly sharp and witty comebacks. Made for each other it seemed. They actually appreciated the help they got from you during and out of battle, that was, to your dismay, cut short. As war with Galra raged on, everyone forgot about any other struggles disregarding the threat across the universe.

Soon, Pidge began to share the view about you with other paladins, bit by bit, you realized that now, not a single soul believed in you being anything else but support — You were young, skillful in this specific subject, and rather weak at first glance, but you were more than that, more than what they made you out to be.

Often, on different restless nights, you were left wondering certain things. ‘Am I just a waste to them? Keith already said that, do others agree with him? What does Pidge think?’ All loose questions tied neatly with a string of paranoia and a hint of anxiety building up.  And like that, the overthinking pursued. No one even noticed you staying out of conversations, blindly following orders, no one noticed because it was making everything so much easier. Hunk asked you at times; “Hey Y/N.. you seem quiet lately, everything alright?” But just a few words were enough to shoo him away. “Yeah, don’t worry about me. I’m the White Paladin, remember?” You often said, but you never voiced the rest of this sentence you grew to mutter each day: “The one who is supposed to help.” And Hunk, begrudgingly, let go.

Keith outright believed you were too young and just a nuisance on the battlefield; you suspected he had something against you because you caught onto him and his feelings regarding Lance, as he, himself, wasn’t yet able to face those feelings. The thought that someone knew made him defensive. At least Lance was oblivious enough for this to not be too much of an awkward situation, from what all others knew, besides you it seemed, Lance and Keith hated each other. Or, at very least, strongly disliked each other's presence. At first, before you became a nuisance, your insomnia induced night walks roaming the Castle grounds were often guided by different team members, Shiro eased your mind by comforting, Hunk baked with you, Coran told stories of the White Paladins before you — not many, but still. Allura didn’t have to say a word, as you treasured her camaraderie dearly. Lance made a habit of beauty sleepovers, and even Keith offered you a sparring match from time to time, even though he still argued with others he disliked you greatly. At times like these, you often resided with Pidge. They had a bad habit of staying way up into the night to focus on their work, not from their insomnia, but from a severe case of workaholism.

You liked to walk into their room quietly, your own feet dragging you to their room as you hadn’t even registered. You walked all the way there, sitting down beside them as they worked away on their laptop. Without a word, passing out from exhaustion next to them, feeling safe enough to let go, even if it was only for an hour or two. Waking up tired, but not overwhelmingly lonely and disoriented, as their hand around yours grounded you like an anchor. But what times often do is change. Comfort made you weak enough to believe it’ll last forever, but with a heavy heart you realized — nothing does. Your life hit a rocky path, if it can still do that after getting dragged against your will into an intergalactic war with all hopes resting on you and other bunch of dysfunctional young adults, your insomnia got worse, getting pushed off to the sidelines too.

You were a Paladin, and with an actual bond with a Lion no less, so why were you stuck organizing missions with Allura as Coran talked your ear off? Was it stupid you were jealous of each successful mission, as they came back in glee and the thrill of winning yet another battle? Maybe. Did you still feel through it like an overwhelming blade stuck inside that twisted each time you realized you were just a backup plan? Yes. All you wanted was to prove yourself, you could be useful, really. But each time Shiro said that you’re enough, you felt as if the words hitting your ears were hollow. No one assisted your nightly walks anymore. Pidge was busy. Way more busy than you had ever seen them, there was no comfort in the galaxy you could give them for them to stop their work for even a second. Realizing that leaving them alone was the best thing you could give them, you did just that, and to your small heartbreak, you received no words addressing the fact, no complaints either. Getting as desperate as walking into the training room, in case Keith was staying up late too, you often were met with nothing. Sometimes, Keith was there, but most times your ears were met with sharp yet tired words; “You shouldn’t train this late, a medic shouldn't be half-dead each day.” And with a roll of your eyes, you often walked out.

Sometimes, you stood there a second longer, savoring the meeting, and letting the hatred built up as your mind was screaming: “I’m not just a medic! I’m a Paladin just like you!”. But in the end, you sat in that cold, and now, lonely, room of yours.

Your eyes scanning over the same wall you always faced. Tired gaze raking through the metal, dissecting it into pieces, logic you couldn’t grasp. At times like this, moments before shutting off from complete exhaustion, even you had no idea how to comprehend the drive that was pushing you at such times.

Maybe tomorrow, it’ll all make sense. Maybe tomorrow won’t be just a copy of today, which was just a copy of yesterday.

At least, tomorrow, you’ll finally go on a mission, after this whole time, which felt like eternity and a second, all too far to understand and grasp. With that thought, you had no idea what came next, as your exhausted body hit the bed.

You passed out.

Again.

[animeyanderelover]

This is my first request so here we go! Can I get head cannons on what it’d be like to be in an OT3 relationship with both Shigure AND Akito in Fruits Basket? Like, how they met, how they established a relationship and how the tumultuous relationship evolved during the course of the anime’s plot? I know it’s gonna be SOO toxic, especially with the crap Shigure pulls, Akito being Akito, and the constant back and forth between the two, being the middle piece in their game is gonna be such a pain emotionally, physically, psychologically, any way you can think of. Also the s/o is gender neutral.

There have been some changes to the original plot of the manga to adjust this storyline better. Also, this is quite toxic but that should come to no surprise. I'm also obviously not going to remember some of the stuff that happened in the Anime so this is a shortened version.

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional thoughts, clinginess, paranoia, jealousy, abuse, manipulation, guilt-tripping, gaslighting, isolation, threats, violence, sexual exploitation, hinted non-con

Tags: @flaming-vulpix

Falling in love with the same darling

🐕​⚫​From a very young age on, you have been working as a maid in the Sohma estate with your main tasks always involving catering to Akito's needs. Akira assigned you specifically for this job as you were only 2 years older than her and he wanted her to have someone around her age to befriend. Even years later you remember how you were brought to Akira and Akito, the little girl hiding behind her father's back as you walked in. Akira had been a gentle and kind but also terribly gullible man from the few memories that you have but his love for Akito had been there, even if perhaps a tad bit misguided as she was the God of the family. He beckoned Akito to step forward as he introduced you to her, telling her that from this day on you would be her new friend. You were too young back then to understand everything, otherwise you would have stopped him as he told Akito that you'd always stay with her. When the little girl, although back then you thought she was a boy, asked you with big eyes if what her father had just said was true, you didn't think about it. You only nodded enthusiastically and even if she had still seemed a tad bit apprehensive, you saw the hopeful gleam in her eyes.

🐕​⚫​Soon after being assigned to Akito who quickly latched on to you, you met Shigure. He has always been rather weird, even when he was still young. Both of you did not get along well initially, although that was mainly his fault. His feelings for Akito had already blossomed back then and her clear attachment to you elicited jealousy. Back then you had still harbored the mindset that it was your job to be Akito's best friend so you had also felt a childish envy as you saw how close both of them were. You had always been whenever Akito asked any of the Zodiac signs who had already been around at that time for any affection and you'd only realise years later why she had always done that. You had felt entitled of her and her friendship, threatened in your position and in return you grew clingy and tried everything to please her, openly expressing your jealousy. Your behavior was like fuel to flames as she desperately absorbed every affection you gave her and clung as a result only tighter to you. Her father was immensely pleased by this development, ignoring how unhealthy it already was back then and only told Akito that even those who weren't Zodiac signs would love her.

🐕​⚫​The rift between Shigure and you only grew as time passed by, both of you fighting for Akito's attention and love. And it made Akito happy. In fact whenever the words of her mother would get to her, she knew that she always had the both of you and in her growing desperation sometimes she even caused such arguments between the two of you on purpose simply to watch and realise that her mother was wrong. She was loved, even from those who were not part of the Zodiacs and sometimes she couldn't help but have the two of you argue in front of her mother as she gave her a defiant glare to show her that she was wrong. You remember the boiling jealousy when one day Akito showed you proudly the camellia that Shigure had fetched her and told you how he had confessed his love to her, her dark eyes staring at you as she wanted, needed, to see your reaction to it all. You were miffed the entire day about it and the very next moment you returned with a bouquet of flowers yourself and made sure to wait until Shigure was accompanying both of you before you handed all of the flowers to her and promised to always stay by her side. You sealed your fate on that day.

🐕​⚫​When Akira passed away due to his illness, you were there with Akito in his last moments. You weren't supposed to but Akito had demanded you to be there with her, her hand clutching yours tightly. It had made her father happy too to see both of you being so attached to each other and in his last moments he had made you promise that you'd always stay with his child and had reminded Akito one last time of her special existence that would make everyone love her. You'd been her shoulder to cry on when both of you were left alone, the tears only falling when she was only in your company. She had clutched the material of your yukata as she had begged you to not leave her like her father had just done and you had promised her once again that you would stay with her until the very end. Then Ren stormed in, furious that she hadn't been informed of Akira's death and had lashed out at Akito, screaming that she was unwanted and that everyone would leave her eventually. You can still clearly remember how you yelled back at her mother and insulted her, only fueling her hysteria. You still remember how your teeth sank into the flesh of her hand when she struck you, refusing to let go.

🐕​⚫​There were screams, the ones of ther maids but above all Akito's own hysterical screams all of a sudden when Ren tried to hurt you and you only scratched and bit her more until you could taste blood whilst your own nose was weeping with your own. It took more than a handful of other maids to separate the two of you as Ren was escorted away, still cursing at you. Akito was in that moment instantly by your side, crying and yelling as she screamed at the other maids to cater to your injuries even whilst you reassured her that you were fine. You were adviced to stay in bed for the rest of the day and Akito refused to leave your side the entire time. She sat there with you, ate her meals with you and even drew and played board games with you. You ended up with scratches all over your arms and your face, bruises and swollen lips from Ren but it made you almost proud when you heard that you had done some damage on her too. You found Akito often staring at your face, more often than she had done before, and when you asked her if she was sad about your injuries, she said something that caught you off-guard. That she felt happy. Happy because you had gotten so aggressive and hurt for her.

🐕​⚫​Her mind had been made up forever after that. She only focused on you from that day on. Whilst she was still possessive of other Zodiac signs, they became a second priority as you were from that day on her main focus. You were always kept by her side for the entire day and she even demanded you to sleep in the same room as her. Seldom did you see her mother but when you did, Akito almost appeared to show you off, even if her grip on you tightened. Ren could only glare at you silently as the physical wounds may have healed with time but her ego had been forever damaged by you. One time she approached you with a dangerous glimmer in her eyes but Akito was the one who stopped her this time. It was the first time that you really noticed how damaged Akito had become as she threatened her own mother and gloated gleefully in front of her how she had been wrong and that you loved her even whilst not being a Zodiac member as she pulled you closer to her side. Even when Shigure came over, her focus was always on you and whilst the smile on his face always stayed, you could tell from his eyes just how much you started grating his nerves.

🐕​⚫​Akito deemed you to be the person most important to her and that was something that didn't sit right with the young man. He wanted Akito for himself but you were in the way. He needed you to betray her and break her heart. If he could make Akito hate you, he could take your place. In hindsight it was truly frightening just how far Shigure had always been willing to go for Akito but you had luckily always been rather wary of him. So when he suddenly tried to befriend you, you were cautious and careful. He needed to find some weak link he could abuse, something to turn Akito against you. Unfortunately that was hard as Akito had been all you had known your life and vice versa. But perhaps that was how he could approach it. You had rarely left the Sohma estate, never had been friends with other people. Weren't you curious though? Slowly he tried to put ideas in her head, trying to fuel your curiosity to get you away from Akito. And it worked. You had grown a bit older though and even if you still treasured Akito, a feeling of loneliness had gotten to you as your freedom had been restricted to only revolve around her. When Yuki was introduced to Akito, he saw finally a good chance.

🐕​⚫​As Akito got to know Yuki better, he tempted you to go outside and leave her side more often. Shigure convinced you to even leave the estate with him as he introduced you to new people and encouraged you to get to know them better. It was strange yet also exciting to meet other children in your age range who weren't Akito and you befriended them rather quickly. You even told Akito about them excitedly, oblivious to the way she fidgeted with her fingers and bawled her hands into fists as your joy was like a stab to her heart. You wanted her to meet them yet the moment those words left your lips, she rejected your offer harshly. Upon noticing your startled expression, she quickly added that it wouldn't be wise for her to leave the Sohma estate. Her heart grew sick though as she finally learned why you hadn't spent as much time with her as you used to and when she approached Shigure in search for comfort, he used her growing heartbreak as he told her that he had seen how happy you were with your new friends. She cried in his arms, wondering what had happened as you had always been so close with her. You loved her. You had to love her.

🐕​⚫​Torments from her mother increased when she asked Akito where you were whenever she saw her, her taunts only serving to slowly break Akito further. Her temper got considerably worse and Yuki, the one who spent most time with her as she tried to take you off of her mind, got the worst of it even when she apologised afterwards to him. A part of Akito wanted to tell you desperately about it yet she didn't because she wanted you to figure it out yourself. You knew her best afterwards. So why didn't you notice how she felt? When Kureno's curse suddenly broke and Akito lost a bond that defined her existence, she was finally pushed over the edge. She feared that everyone's curse would break and that you, the one who wasn't bound to her in any way, would be the first one to leave. Shigure's own words only poisoned her young mind further. The next time she saw you, she dragged you to her room with a surprisingly tight grip on your wrist and forced you to stay there with her. There she then broke, yelling and sobbing as she grabbed your face and forced you to look at her. You had betrayed her! You had broken your promise! You promised to always stay by her side!

🐕​⚫​Never again were you allowed to go outside again after that. Akito has kept you by her side ever since that day as Shigure's plan only backfired as she has grown incredibly possessive of you. The other Zodiac signs are the only people you still see sometimes, although Akito makes sure to even reduce the contact you have with them. The bitterness of you having dared to make other friends when you always had her has festered inside of her and has never allowed her to let you get close to others. Kureno and Shigure are the ones you tend to see the most, although even then you are never left alone by her. There has been tension between Shigure and Akito for a while now too though and that is mainly because you have told her that it was Shigure who introduced you to your former friends back then. She suspects that he has tried to take you away from her and the glares and sharp words she has given him ever since are a telltale sign of her growing distrust. Shigure remains immune to her hostility though as something has seemed to change. He has always focused way too much on you as he used to despise you for stealing Akito. Hatred and love however, are two sides of the same coin.

🐕​⚫​He has grown an interest in you over the last few years and it truly doesn't do anything to better the situation. He flirts with you in front of Akito, the sight of her being possessive and jealous over you something he seems to enjoy as he doesn't mind all the insults and yells she gives him the moment she pulls you closer to your side. Both of the people he finds himself obsessed with are already basically attached to the hip and he likes seeing that. Shigure is already seeing it through that no one dares to to take Akito nor you away from him and one of the reasons why Akito still allows his presence so close to yours is because he is a mole. If he even suspects in the slightest that someone is interested in you, Akito is always the first to find out. Most of the time she sees it through herself to send such a person to her mansion and remind them violently that you belong to only her. In rare cases where the person in picture is someone who isn't part of the Sohma estate, Shigure promises her to ensure that they learn their lesson. After all you belong to Akito.

🐕​⚫​Whilst Akito uses violence, intimidation and emotional guilt-tripping to force you to stay with her, Shigure leans much more in the manipulative spectrum of things. Whilst he has yet to claim both Akito and you for himself, he knows that it would be the best scenario if he sees it through that you stay by Akito's side. Not only because Akito will keep you nice and isolated but because he can use both of you against each other to draw out advantages for himself. He can have Akito running to him and begging him for comfort and help whenever he manipulates things enough to give her easily paranoid mind the impression that you think about leaving her for someone else and can be your pillar of comfort when Akito's antics threaten to break you once again. Your heart feels like it is constantly bruised and beaten yet attachment and pity are cursed chains that keeps you by Akito's side. As violent and terrible as she is, she still has you and she thinks often that she really only has you. Shigure murmurs those words into your ears when you are hidden in his arms, abusing your pity to convince you to return to Akito which in return does earn him Akito's grudgingly gratitude.

🐕​⚫​Then the singular worst thing happens to you and it changes things for all three of you. First it happens with Akito who has grown into a woman who has to pretend like she is a man. She has needs, needs that need to be satiated but she only wants one person to cater to her most private needs. She wants you to take care of her. You've always taken care of her after all. She is needy and desperate for sexual affection but at the same time remains highly demanding as she forces the sexual relationship on you and thus reveals to you that she is a woman, a secret she has kept from you for years but now doesn't care to keep it hidden from you anymore. It messes with your mind as you are unable to deny her requests, the shackles of guilt and fear forever around your heart from that day on. You confide in the only person you see besides Akito and it only leads to your second downfall as you entrust Shigure with the news. He soothes you, coaxes the tears out of your eyes whilst comforting you yet there is a jealous gleam in his eyes. It truly is rather disgusting of him to feel that way, especially since he should be relieved that you lost your virginity to Akito and she hers to you.

🐕​⚫​His mind works in dark and twisted ways though as he feels like he has been robbed of something he would have loved to claim for himself. He can't help but wonder from that day on how you would look beneath him and soon his desire spurts him on to do something perhaps even more terrible. On a particular night where you are especially vulnerable he convinces you to have a few drinks with him as he keeps on filling your glass whilst you babble about your feelings and emotions until you are completely drunk. You only remember faintly sweet words coaxing you to his room, hands undressing you and lips traveling across your body and dark eyes expressing his weird co-existence of envy and pleasure that it was Akito who claimed your body first. You are awoken the next day by other maids who knock against the door of his house and inform the both of you that Akito has demanded for both of you to appear. Your heart drops as you look with panic in your eyes at Shigure who only gives you a grin as if he doesn't care about what he has done to you. Akito is weirdly silent at first when both of you arrive but the tension threatens to suffocate you.

🐕​⚫​She slowly approaches you, her eyes roaming over your body. The moment she demands you to kneel, your body reacts instinctively as you kneel down and look with fearful eyes at her. Hands caress your hair for a few seconds before she grabs a fistful of it and yanks your head up, screaming at you. Tears and snot drip down your face as she insults you, shames you and reminds you that your only worth is serving her. The one task you were assigned to yet have failed miserably. Your eyes silently beg Shigure to help you as he has gotten you into this mess yet he just idly watches and you feel sick to your stomach when you realise that he won't help you. You are thrown around, slapped across the face and yelled at for minutes before he finally speaks up and carefully advises that Akito should take it easier on you since you are on the verge of a panic attack. That is when she snaps her attention to him and you can only watch through sobs and tears as he receives the same treatment. Your throat feels like it is closing, you feel like you can't breathe and your whole body starts trembling uncontrollably as you witness how she banishes him from the Sohma estate.

🐕​⚫​Things are never the same again. It all has broken with no chance to fix the damage that has been inflicted. A small part of you still loves Akito but everything has been tarnished and stained by all-consuming fear. You flinch when she tries to touch you, your mind letting you see the maniacal gleam in her eyes on the day she found out that you had slept with Shigure and are constantly on edge as you have to endure every single day with her. There is no thing called privacy anymore as she has deemed you as someone she can't trust anymore. You sleep in the same room as her from now on, often she demands you to share even the same bed with her, and even showers are taken together. She doesn't take well to the fear you feel for her. She either reacts violently, desperately or just leaves you whilst muttering insults. Often it is all three in a random order. Emotionally you are already broken but even physically Akito tends to get so blinded with rage that she strikes you or throws something after you only to yell for her maids the next moment when she realises what she has done. Sometimes she tries to clean and bandage your wounds herself, her touches rough and her hands trembling slightly.

🐕​⚫​Most of the time you spend just silently accompanying you as you start changing. You don't care anymore about others and don't try to speak up for them. When Kana and Hatori ask Akito for her allowance for both of them to marry, you don't interfere when she flips out and hurts Hatori. Instead you wait for her to calm down herself, grasping her hand the moment she returns to your side and demands for your support and affection. You know by now how it goes. After every outburst of hers she will drag you to her room where you spend an hour or two giving her affection and helping her to calm down before she regains her composure again. You seek Hatori out later and apologise to him though, although he doesn't hold it against you. You haven't seen Shigure since he was banished but you have overheard some maids mentioning that he has sent you letters. Letters, which never made it past Akito who ripped all of them apart but you know that he would be smart enough to know that and probably only sends them to rile her up. You'll never forgive Shigure though for using your drunken state against you and for messing with your vulerability like this.

🐕​⚫​Your heart is in your throat when Shigure one day appears again and gives you a wave as if he has done nothing wrong. He's here to ask Akito if a girl named Tohru could live with them and to your surprise Akito agrees to it. Her grip on you is tight as she glares at Shigure throughout the entire conversation as his eyes never leave your form, almost relishing in the way cold sweat appears on your skin as you are once again exposed to being in the same room as both of them. He tells you with a smile that doesn't look sincere to you that you should visit them and meet Tohru since she is such a lovely girl. Akito has started shaking next to you and you can only clutch her hands tighter in silent hopes that she'll keep it in as she growls at him to leave now. A last warning and for a few dangerous seconds it looks like he considers making her snap before he seems to decide for the better and bids both of you goodbye, reminding you one last time of his offer. It is yet another bait he has been given as Shigure silently counts on the fact that Tohru's presence might help him to get closer to both Akito and you again, even if he has to kindle Akito's doubt and jealousy.

🐕​⚫​Akito brings her with you when she visits Tohru's school to meet the girl herself and brings you along. You keep your gaze low for the most part of the meeting as you know better than to give Akito any reason to be triggered. That is at least until the girl calls you out herself, her voice concerned and her eyes sincere as she asks you if you're feeling well. Kindness. Real kindness that almost has you tearing up before you feel Akito's hand grasping your wrist and squeezing it dangerously as she tilts her head and tells Tohru that everything is fine with you, forcing you to repeat her words as her grip on your wrist is a dangerous reminder. You're rather surprised when you see Yuki again and he shares the sentiment as he tries to rescue her before she starts taunting him. The moment Tohru pushes Akito away to stop her verbal torment though, you instinctively reach out to catch her, although Tohru was gentle when pushing her. Akito is rather pleased by your gesture as she tells you later in the car when you are sandwiched between Shigure and her, your heart racing dangerously in your chest as the two people who have hurt you the most are both sitting next to you yet you con only swallow your tears.

🐕​⚫​When the Sohmas enjoy their vacation during the summer, Shigure makes another move yet again as he convinces Akito to join them. Kureno and you accompany her. You do nothing as she torments the other Sohmas because you know that you would only make things worse for yourself and them. The entire time that Akito and you spend there, Shigure subtly tries to manage to get you for himself. He offers to show you around the house he's staying in and to give you a brief tour of the area. Akito denies you everything though unless she is with you and if no one else is around. It is quite obvious that she doesn't want Shigure and you to be left alone as she fears that both of you would betray her once again. Realising that, he still remains by your side like a leech as he decides to use the chance to the best of his abilities. You can't help but think that he's provoking Akito on purpose though when he asks how the both of you have been doing and aren't allowed to say anything as Akito answers all questions for you or simply forces you to produce the answer you know will please her. Shortly before both of you have to leave again, she meets Tohru and declares her status to her.

🐕​⚫​For some reason Shigure worms his way back inside the Sohma estate despite having been banned. The way he looks at you makes his skin crawl and his words, even if carefully veiled to hide their intentions, hit their target as he forces you out of your numb shell and gets you to express some emotions around him despite your attempts to ignore him. He doesn't really mind if you hate him. He just won't allow you to ignore and forget about him and if he has to torment you to do that, he will gladly do so. Occasionally he brings Akito and you some presents though, although his intentions are unclear. You think you fear him more than Akito in such moments where he hands you a bouquet of flowers because you have known Akito long enough to predict her somewhat even despite her impulsive temper. Shigure on the other hand has always shrouded himself in mystery and has never made his intentions obvious. You feel like you're walking on eggshells when he is around and the man knows about your feelings. He can't say that he hates it though as he finds odd enjoyment to see you so skittish around him. At least it means that he has an impact on your thoughts after all.

🐕​⚫​Slowly the curse of every member breaks though and the more it happens, the more do you find Akito growing more unstable. She grows even more hysterical until you feel like you can't breathe in her presence anymore. She runs away after having stabbed Kureno in the back as she reaches the peak of her instability and you do not follow her as you instead call an ambulance. You instead wait for her as you don't dare to leave the estate without her specific order. You aren't overly familiar with the city outside either as you have been very sheltered and would probably get lost outside if you were to run after her. It's Shigure who brings her back and the moment she sees you, she nearly causes you to topple when she throws herself at you, sobbing into your chest. Shigure is ushered away by the other maids as you find yourself in the familiar position of comforting her again. Only that this time is different. She confesses to you what had occured after she had run away, about Tohru and how she fell down the cliff before she asks you a question that makes your heart stop. Do you hate her for everything she has done?

🐕​⚫​You are unable to give her an answer to that question and expect her to lash out but that doesn't happen. Instead she almost seems to reflect on herself when she notes your inability to give her an answer. She requests of you if you'd like to come with her when visiting Tohru, afraid and unused to go anywhere without you yet not directly forcing you. Ultimately you decide to come with her as both of you visit Tohru who offers her friendship to the both of you and after that both of you visit Kureno who forgives her when she apologises to him. She seems to try to better herself but you know that it must be hard for her. Both of you have one way or another grown dependent on each other as she doesn't really know what to do without you and you essentially feel the same. She feels uneasy and anxious if she doesn't have you within her sight and you don't know what to do with your life either if you don't have her with you for a certain period of time. That is when Shigure finally decides to step back. Initial tension soon leads to both of them confessing their feelings for each other which then finally leads Shigure back to both people he has been wanting for essentially his entire life.

🐕​⚫​Akito isn't used to sharing and even if she does her best to mend her ways, old habits die hardly. She struggles to split your time, time she has been having years for herself. Especially since you do not want to be left alone with Shigure as the encounter from years ago is still very fresh in your mind and you prefer the devil you know over the devil you don't. Shigure doesn't respect your boundaries though as he constantly invades your privacy and follows you around. He has been waiting years for the moment where Akito would finally let him back and he plans to use every single chance to be with the both of you. It isn't like he doesn't know that he has traumatised both you and Akito but this is his own way of expressing his twisted feelings for you. He corners you, trails behind you and uses every chance to have a few moments alone with you. One time you snap at him and ask him through tears if he has no shame or guilt for what he has done. He confesses to you in that moment that he is fully aware of his wrongdoings and admits to being a terrible person but also tells you that he doesn't really regret anything he has done. It is a horrifying revelation that has your stomach churning.

🐕​⚫​At the same time Shigure clarifies though that he doesn't expect you to forgive him for what he has done to you and Akito. Knowing that both of you are now his is enough for him. Things don't really get better for you even if Akito is now attempting to be a better person. She has allowed Shigure back in her life and since both of you are still learning to get rid of the mutual separation anxiety which will probably never fully go away, you also find yourself stuck with Shigure. With his desires finally fulfilled, he may be less inclined to be a fulltime jerk but Shigure is still a terrible person who fully embraces his wickedness. His goal now is to ensure that you do not leave him because you don't feel the same way Akito feels about him. You love Akito though and wouldn't leave her side, especially since he knows how much both of you struggle to exist without the other. And he uses that to his advantage as he doesn't plan to assist in getting rid of the separation anxiety both of you have. There's nothing wrong with remaining attached after all. So even if Akito works on herself to be a better person, the relationship remains strained and toxic, especially with Shigure who will step low to keep you by their side.

[ermesskiss]

what music I think jjk adults would listen to

✧ ft: satoru, suguru, nanami, shoko, choso, higuruma, toji, sukuna, and kenjaku ✧ a/n: been thinking about this for a minute, and I decided to write out my opinions/hcs

jjk student version here + jjk character playlist works here

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✦ gojo

➥ Gojo is a very laid-back and fun guy, so I think he would listen to music that has that same energy

➥ He kinda reminds me of those moms who listen to the overplayed songs on the radio and always sing them, I don’t know to explain it, but that's him

➥ I think that he gets his song recs from his students in a attempt to bond with them

songs

♪ Heaven To Me: Tyler, The Creator ♪ Chanel: Frank Ocean ♪ Died and Came Back: Lil Uzi Vert ♪ Pop Style: Drake ♪ Wake Up in the Sky: Gucci Mane ft. Bruno Mars

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✦ geto

➥ I think Geto listens to a little bit of everything, alternative, rock, rap, R&B,  and hip-hop. I can’t really picture him strictly listening to rock and alt. It doesn’t feel right

➥ As Geto got older, I think his music taste changed. He still likes everything, but he leaned towards one genre rather than several

➥ When Mimi and Nana show Geto their favorite music, he adds the one he likes to his own playlist, and vice versa

songs

♪ Sextape: Deftones ♪ Passion Fruit: Drake ♪ Rental: Brockhampton ♪ 3005: Childish Gambino ♪ Even Flow: Pearl Jam

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✦ shoko

➥ I think the music that she listens to is very mellow and relaxing but might have some sad undertone to it from time to time

➥ She gives me older music vibes from the 70s to the 90s. Like Fleetwood Mac, ABBA, and Sade. I can’t see her listening to newer music

➥ I think she listens to more female artists than men; it’s not intentional. She does enjoy songs from men, but it’s a pattern. I also think that Shoko is a big fan of The Cranberries; I am a soul believer in this

songs

♪ Sunday: The Cranberries ♪ Bette Davis Eyes: Kim Carnes ♪ Fade Into You: Mazzy Star ♪ Landslide: Fleetwood Mac ♪ So Far Away: Carole King

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✦ nanami

➥ Student Nanami was emo, so he definitely listened to My Chemical Romance

➥ He started listening to more rock when he grew out of his emo phase. He prefers light rock rather than heavy

➥ When he gets sick of music, he puts on a podcast about business/the economy, or world events OR OR audiobooks

songs

♪ Helena: My Chemical Romance ♪ I Miss You: blink-182 ♪ Dust in the Wind: Kansas ♪ Dancing In the Dark: Bruce Springsteen ♪ Rocket Man: Elton John

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✦ choso

➥ He’s giving off rock and metal vibes, also like sub-genres of those

➥ His go-to music is rock, but I definitely think he listens to other music, something like R&B and hip-hop

➥ Like the great sibling, he is, he always gives Yuji the aux and listens to his song recs

songs

♪ Granite: Sleep Token ♪ Generation Dead: Five Finger Death Punch ♪ Enter Sandman: Metallica ♪ Chop Suey!: System Of A Down ♪ War Inside My Head: Suicidal Tendencies

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✦ higuruma

➥ Similar to Shoko, I think he also listens to older music rather than newer stuff, but it’s not because he doesn’t enjoy new music; he is just too busy and stressed to figure out what artist he likes and just stays to what he knows

➥ He’s a big Radiohead fan, and maybe The Smiths, too? Music that's kind of sad and angst, yk?

➥ Genre-wise, I think he would like a little of everything if he could sit down and enjoy music.

songs

♪ Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now: The Smiths ♪ Karama Police: Radiohead ♪ Wild Sex (In The Working Class): Oingo Boingo ♪ Eyes Without A Face: Billy Idol ♪ What’s Up?: 4 Non Blondes

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✦ toji

➥ Definitely listens to divorce dad music

➥ Drinks a nice cold beer while listening to Nickelback

➥ I think because Toji doesn't think highly of himself, I can see him listening to self-loathing music and music that relates to anger or internal turmoil

songs

♪ How You Remind Me: Nickelback ♪ Pancake Land: Element Eighty ♪ The Man Who Sold the World: Nirvana ♪ It’s Been Awhile: Stained ♪ Crawling: Linkin Park

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✦ sukuna

➥ So, at first, I was sure he would listen to heavy metal and rock because he has such an aggressive personality, but after I gave it some more thought canon, Sukuna would hate it. Music or noise that loud and obnoxious would annoy him.

➥ Acknowledging the fact that he was born in the Heian era and during that time, they listened to Gagaku (court music), which is either instrumental or vocal. It’s calming and relaxing in contrast to his persona

➥ Or he hates music altogether, idk; he's a grumpy old man. Everything pisses him off

songs

♪ Menace: Five Finger Death Punch ♪ Monster: Skillet ♪ Bullet With Butterfly Wings: The Smashing Pumpkins ♪ Push: Matchbox Twenty ♪ Geisha: Anthony Davilio

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✦ kenjaku

➥ Since he's over a thousand years old, imma say he has a very diverse taste of music and probably listens to a little bit of everything. If I were to choose what genre he likes most, I would say rock, both light and heavy

➥ Kenjaku enjoys listening to Marilyn Mason and Oingo Bingo. Marilyn Mason because he’s Marilyn Mason (derogatory) and Oingo Bingo because of their surrealist music, which I think Kenjaku would find them entertaining

➥ Listens to music that feeds into his delusions, motivating him to continue with his vision of the world he wants

songs

♪ Weird science: Oingo Boingo ♪ Aerials: System Of A Down ♪ Break My Stride: Matthew Wilder ♪ The Beautiful People: Marilyn Mason ♪ Everybody Wants To Rule The World: Tears For Fears

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✧ I currently have over 1.9k liked songs, so hopefully, there is enough diversity in songs and artists. i was going to do yuki, but it was stressing me out. Maybe in the future, I'll add hers. There is definitely more I wanted to add but my mind can only contain so many thoughts, unfortunately. ✧ Anyway, I want to hear other people's opinions and/or if people agree or disagree!!

[animasola86]

The Magic Toy (2/2)

Notes: Part 2 of The Magic Toy, a continuation of A Scholar and a Pervert.

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: NSFW! MDNI! Explicit sexual content! Oral sex. Vaginal sex. Double Penetration. Magical sex toys. Mutual masturbation.

Word count: 10.6k

Synopsis: After just having used your special gift from Sebastian, you end up in the Undercroft with him for more toy related shenanigans.

Warning: The horny teenagers are up to no good again and this time they're in the same room!

-- can be read on AO3 too --

The Magic Toy 2/2

(Context: You've just pleasured yourself with your magical toy that is directly connected to the one who gifted it to you: Sebastian, who had to find a quiet place to evade an embarrassing situation before the two of you had some remote mutual masturbation session. When you meet him on your way to the Great Hall, you know you need more and here we are...)

Moments after deciding to indulge in your desires once again, you found yourself kneeling in front of that old couch in the Undercroft, settled right between Sebastian's legs. Both of you hadn't wasted any time in undressing and had simply used a quick spell to get naked, and as you moved closer with your eyes glued to his very real arousal, he watched you with admiration and awe and a little bit of pride as he witnessed you succumbing to your primal needs right in front of him.

He wanted to think that he taught you well, but perhaps this lustful minx had always been inside of you and he had merely awakened it after its long slumber. Whatever the case, he was quite happy with how you had adapted to those new urges and how eager you were to satisfy them.

Leaning back against the couch cushions, he watched you gingerly cradling his cock between your fingers as you seemed to examine it rather thoroughly as if to compare it to the toy that was still in its box, waiting to come into operation as well.

You didn't wait long until you lowered your head and closed your lips around his tip while you moved your fingers to gently massage his balls, a feature the magic item didn't have, and you quite missed the feeling of his heated skin when you would indulge in the shaft-only version. You felt him inhaling deeply and when you looked up, he had closed his eyes and was simply enjoying your touch, letting you do your thing as he waited to become more active later.

You kept lapping at his length until it grew harder in your embrace and when the first precum drops found their way out of him, you licked at them hungrily, causing him to moan softly. Another thing that was different to your toy: it didn't make sounds like he did. And it was these sounds, falling from his slightly parted lips, that would travel through your body like a gentle tidal wave only to gather right between your legs, fuelling your growing desire.

Even though you could have played with his cock a lot longer, you felt a shudder in your groin, telling you to move things along. With one hand around his girth and the other cradling his balls, you then raised your body to clamber onto his lap, straddling him with confidence before you quickly guided his tip towards your entrance.

But before you could finally feel the real deal inside you, he had opened his eyes and got hold of your wrist, and when you looked at him, he grabbed your chin with his free hand and brought his face closer to yours, his lips brushing against the corner of your mouth as he whispered: “Mind if I have a taste as well?”

You gave him a shaky nod and let go of his cock, your hands falling to your sides as you shifted on his lap. His hand slipped right between your legs and his experienced fingers quickly found your throbbing clit as he started rubbing it vigorously. Moaning softly, you leaned back on your arms and grabbed his knees, trying to stay steady as he kept assaulting your wet folds with precise movements.

You felt him dipping his finger in your slick until he prodded at your entrance, and with ease, his digit slipped into you all the way to his knuckle and you squirmed frantically on top of him when he curled it against your soft flesh. The wet sound he produced as he started moving his finger in and out quickly, gently stretching and scratching over your sensitive walls, filled your ears and only added to the sensation pooling inside your stomach.

Breathing heavily, you arched your head back and stared up at the vaulted ceiling, almost falling into the well of bliss already, but before you could, he withdrew his finger, and when you wanted to glare at him for leaving you hanging like that, you saw him licking it with slow and deliberate movements of his tongue, his dark eyes boring into yours. The shiver you felt at just this sight alone was enough compensation and your initial frustration turned into yet another shade of lust.

You dove in then, your hands grabbing his face as you claimed his lips for a heated kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue as you pushed yours into his mouth. He grabbed your waist and held you on top of him, slowly moving you back and forth to grind against his erection, and all you could do was moan against his lips as he spread your wetness over his length.

In the midst of your passionate kiss, you felt him moving one hand between your bodies and with a quick push and your subconscious assistance as you mindlessly raised your hips, the head of his cock found its way into your tight channel. Then gravity did the rest as you lowered your body onto him, your walls enveloping him as they basically sucked him in deeper until he was completely buried in your warmth, his tip definitely prodding at your cervix.

You kept kissing him breathlessly, your moans and whimpers swallowed by his eager tongue and lips. His arms snaked around your torso and he pulled you right against his chest, the slight angle change coaxing a groan out of you, as he continued to let his tongue dance around yours hungrily. You quickly felt light-headed and when you eventually leaned back to catch your breath, you looked at him and saw the same passion burning within his eyes.

The both of you clearly were a match made in heaven with how you were willing to devour the other with just your gazes. Mesmerized by his dark eyes, you grabbed the back of the couch on either side of his head and slowly started grinding your hips against him, watching him closely as he reacted to the sensations rushing through both of your bodies while you felt his cock moving within you, pushing and stretching your walls which clenched tightly around him in return.

It was an agonizingly slow rhythm you fell into, but after having him push you to your limits countless times before, you felt a strange sense of glee seeing him squirm beneath you, eager to move more and faster and harder against you, but then being denied that pleasure as all he could do was sit there and hold your waist with his hands and look at you with his lips kiss-swollen and trembling as he watched you moving on top of him with the tiniest of motions.

His breaths were loud and certainly disgruntled as he dug his fingers into your skin, urging you to move things along, but you only grinned at him and relished in seeing him like this. “Be happy I won't tie your wrists and ankles while I'd do Merlin knows what to you,” you whispered slightly hoarsely, remembering the day he had done the same to you.

He chuckled darkly. “Who says I wouldn't like that?” he replied, and in your mind you took his words and committed them to memory for a future adventure as you watched him with a frown, your cheeks burning up even more.

When you focused back on the very present adventure, you brought your hands to his shoulders, gently massaging them at first, before you gripped them firmly as you started moving slightly faster on top of him, feeling your walls tightening around him, the friction intensifying with every motion of your hips.

You still only moved a little up and down on him, just enough to hold the feeling of having him prod against your cervix every time you'd slam your hips back down with a force that caused you both to moan loudly. For a moment you admired his patience, even though you could feel his fingers digging into your waist, and when you finally moved faster you told yourself it was for your own need, because frankly you did indeed need so much more than just those teasing prods.

And so you raised your rear and strained your legs as you held onto him, feeling him almost slip out entirely before you went down hard, your walls holding him in place almost possessively until they were stretched more and more. You quickened your pace and rode him with all the fervour that burned within your stomach. Your noises grew louder, as did his grunts, and the slapping of skin against skin echoed through the vast space.

Despite being finally fucked open by his eagerly throbbing cock, you soon felt your muscles contracting as the first wave of pleasure made its appearance. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you leaned against him and rapidly moved on top of him, the friction igniting a feeling akin to a wildfire spreading through every single nerve, causing your entire body to twitch and shudder.

Your release came to you violently and you cried out as you felt it push out of you, the wet sensation only adding to your desire to keep moving and feeling more of this incredible experience. Feeling more of him. And even though you quite enjoyed being on top, you felt your legs trembling badly and you could barely lift your body as your orgasm kept spasming through you.

He felt your struggles and with a swift motion that you hadn't expected, he picked you up by your waist, pushed you up and himself out of you and then you were lying on your back and he was hovering above you, leaning on his arms and knees, his eyes staring into your soul as he looked down at you.

Your hands first found his face, before they moved down his chest and between your bodies and despite the shaking of your fingers, you managed to grab his soaked length and guide it back into your quivering cunt. He helped the motion by pushing in all the way, filling you up so deliciously you had to close your eyes under the sensation.

Before he started moving again, you felt his lips brushing against your cheek and as you cracked open an eye, you saw him smiling at you, his shallow breaths hitting your damp skin in an almost relaxing and definitely cooling fashion. With him buried within you, your hands moved back to his face and then up into his hair as you pulled him down to you and kissed him demandingly, but lovingly, barely noticing when he started thrusting into you at a slow pace.

As your tongue invaded his mouth to meet his, you felt his hips slamming harder against you, each thrust causing a moan to slip past your joined lips and the couch beneath you to creak dangerously. He kept this up until he had to break the kiss to catch his breath and when he leaned away, he really leaned away and sat back on his knees, his hands grabbing your waist to pull you closer to him while you draped your legs around him.

He held his movements there for a moment and tilted his head as he watched you with his lips parted and his hair even messier than usual. Yet his eyes were as attentive as ever as they wandered over your body laid out in front of him like that, with your hands resting palm up on either side of your head, your chest rising and falling fast and your breasts moving with every shuddering breath you took.

You always looked the most appealing to him when you were barely holding it together, as sweat covered your skin and your limbs seemed boneless and exhausted. He'd seen you like this on countless occasions and it would still take his breath away every single time he was lucky enough to experience this with you. His hands moved up your torso then and gently caressed your curves, his thumbs teasing at the soft mounds of your breasts. “It should be illegal to look this beautiful,” he whispered with a look into your eyes and he saw you smiling at him almost timidly.

Your hands twitched then and he knew you were eager to sit up and grab him and kiss him again, but your body seemed to protest against any kind of movement, so you opted to just smile at him. “You know, I was just thinking the same thing about you...” you said quietly and licked your lips, your eyes wandering over his strong arms, his broad shoulders, his toned chest and the fine trail of hair leading to where he was currently deeply connected with you.

The feeling of his cock warm and hard between your tight walls, not moving, just resting, felt divine and almost comforting, and you had the sudden urge to hold it in your hands, feel its texture and smell and taste it – and when you realized you could, you opened your eyes wider and a wicked smirk spread over your face. He frowned at the sudden change of demeanour and raised an eyebrow.

“Hand me the box,” you asked him a little breathlessly and chewed on your lips in anticipation. “Please?”

It took him a moment to comprehend your request, before he raised a hand and summoned the desired object to his palm. You quickly grabbed it and freed the magical toy from its silky bed. When the box fell to the stone floor below, you had already cradled his fake cock between your fingers and brought it to your lips. You watched him closely as you began to move your tongue around its tip and you could feel it thrumming against your skin, as if it came back to life through your very touch.

He inhaled sharply then and you still wondered what it must feel like to have two cocks currently being taken care of. He never told you, but he was almost a little too overwhelmed by the sensation of feeling your walls tightening around the real deal while you closed your lips around the toy version.

The magic he had used was coursing through his body, igniting all the nerves and muscles and fibres and cells as if his entire body was set on fire. He could feel it tingling on his skin and itching in his fingertips and it took him everything to not dissolve into a puddle right there and then.

To keep him occupied, he grabbed your waist and sat up a little straighter to allow himself to drive his very real cock into your tightness at a better angle, and when he started moving, you moaned against the toy between your lips, his thrusts moving you up and down the couch. While you kept pushing the life-like item in and out of your mouth, he kept pushing the original in and out of your quivering pussy in an alarmingly fast fashion.

To say you were overwhelmed was an understatement, yet you tried to hold the toy between your shaking fingers while your body convulsed and every muscle was contracting. You felt another wave of pleasure approaching fast and as it did, you let out a muffled cry as you almost bit down on the cock in your mouth because your jaw clenched up slightly.

He grunted at the notion and quickly grabbed it out of your hands, before he leaned over, keeping the rapid rhythm of his hips as he claimed your mouth for a heated kiss that you could barely respond to with your mind overcome by a bright light as the tremors of your orgasm swept over your senses.

The cock-toy rested between your breasts, thrumming and throbbing, and when you felt him twitching within you, his groans swallowed by your mouth, you were pushed to even further heights as he emptied himself deep inside you, his warm seed filling you up while it simultaneously spurted right into your face as he leaned back and held the toy in his hand like an extension of the real thing.

He watched his cum hitting your chin and lips and cheeks and the sight alone would have sent him right over the edge again. You kept your eyes closed and waited for him to finish, your lips parted and your tongue slipping out as if to ask for more, and he gave you more as he pushed the item into your mouth, scraping it over your tongue all the way to the back of your throat where he held it as you fought your gag reflex.

Groaning loudly, you felt him shuddering within you as if he was clenching every muscle to give you even more of his seed, and indeed you felt it hot and sticky as it hit your throat and slid down slowly. Your eyelids fluttered and when he would pull the fake cock out of your mouth, you coughed slightly, before you swallowed the rest of what he had given you.

When you looked at him, you saw him staring at you with warm eyes, admiration and awe and love oozing out of him, and while you tried to lick and wipe his cum off your face, you gave him the same look back, feeling the warmth spreading in your stomach, and it wasn't just his seed settling within you.

It didn't matter how often you would indulge in your urges for each other, it would always end in you realizing how lucky you were with him, and vice versa, as your love for him would only grow the more time you would spend connected like this.

And Sebastian stayed connected like this as he eventually collapsed right on top of you, dropping the magic toy between your bodies and the back of the couch as he did so. Burying his still slightly twitching cock deep into you, he pushed you even deeper into the cushions. You wrapped your arms around him then and held him close, your breaths no longer as frantic, as you slowly came down from the heights of your shared experience.

You didn't know how much time passed as you just lay there like this, his heavy body giving you the comfort you so desperately needed after exerting yourself so much today – and you realized it must still be only noon or early afternoon and yet you had already experienced more orgasms in those few hours than most others would not experience in days or weeks, not that you were comparing yourself to anyone, just the thought alone made you chuckle in a mixture of disbelief and adoration for the skilled boy on top of you.

“I love you, you know that?” you eventually put the warm feeling into words as you rubbed your hands over his broad shoulders.

“I've had some idea,” he said gravelly, his voice low and deep as he mumbled his reply into your collarbone. “And I love you too... I might even love you more...”

You laughed at that. “Impossible!” you exclaimed and shifted slightly beneath him. “I love you more, because you know what? I love you,” you said and pushed one of your hands onto his warm skin as your other moved to your hip where you felt something poking against you, “and I love your cock,” you whispered, gently pushing your hips upwards against him, “and I love your other cock as well!” you added and closed our fingers around the item and lifted it up carefully.

As you gave it a soft squeeze, he leaned back slightly and propped onto one arm while he faced you as you brought the toy to your lips to give it a gentle kiss.

“You have more to love, so I love you more. Case closed!” you concluded with a smirk.

His dark eyes wandered over your face, his gaze a little stoic as he took in your features and your words, before a sly smirk broke from his lips, lighting up his entire face. “Actually,” he said and rolled onto his side, and even though you felt him slipping out as he did that and you already missed the feeling of being filled, he distracted you greatly as he put his big hands on your breasts and kneaded them gently. “I think we are even then. Two for two.”

You watched him with your breath hitching in your throat, before you chuckled. “Seriously?”

“Seriously,” he replied and leaned his head down to trace the tip of his tongue around your hard nipples, coaxing a series of moans out of you. He halted then and leaned back up, looking at you. “You know, no, you're right, we are not even. I might have two cocks for you to enjoy, but you give me these spectacular tits to taste and your beautiful holes to fill. So, with that logic, I will always love you more because you have way more to love and give.”

You blinked slowly, then rolled your eyes with a laugh. “Can't we just love each other equally?” you asked with a frown as you mindlessly fondled the toy between your fingers.

“Do you love my cocks equally?” he replied instead and watched you with a smirk.

“Of course!” you said quickly. “I mean, hmm. No, I do love the real thing more because it is attached to you, the whole package.” You looked at the item in your hand then. “While it is nice to have this thing with me in my dorm at night, I'd much rather have you lying next to me...”

He gently pried the toy out of your hand and leaned over you, his breath ghosting your lips. “What about having both lie next to you?” he asked hoarsely and softly brushed his lips against yours. You inhaled deeply and closed your eyes as you leaned up and deepened the kiss, quickly losing yourself in the sensations of his warm lips and his eager tongue playing with yours as you completely forgot about his suggestion.

Eventually you felt him shifting slightly against you and when he suddenly grabbed your waist and turned you around until you were lying on your stomach, you gasped and tried to look at him over your shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“I'm curious,” he said and brought his lips down to kiss you between your shoulder blades. “Would you be able to tell which one I'm putting into you?”

You shivered at the implication and bit your lip, accustomed to his constant experiments, yet still a little nervous about them. “Let's find out,” you whispered then and turned your head away, breathing deeply as your heart started hammering inside your chest.

You felt his mouth on your shoulder once more before he leaned away and positioned himself behind you. He pulled your hips up slightly, his knees pressing against your thighs as he worked your legs open. Bracing for the inevitable intrusion, you inhaled sharply, but then you felt his hands on your rear, gently stroking your soft flesh with his thumbs teasing between your cheeks.

Of course he was taking his time until you all but forgot about what he had initially planned, yet you were also not complaining. Having him prepare you so thoroughly was one of the things you loved so much about him. He might be rough at times and certainly unpredictable, but he would never willingly hurt you. Pushing your head firmer into the cushions, you focused on his hands exploring the curves of your body until they moved along your thighs and around them to finally tease at your wet folds.

You felt him pulling them apart with his thumbs before he rubbed the inside of your labia with precise motions, coaxing quiet whimpers out of you as you squirmed slightly against his touch. Then his hands diverted and one moved down to focus on your clit, while the other paid more attention to your entrance. His fingers rubbed and prodded, and all you could do was moan softly. When he would dip a finger into your tight opening, you let out a whimper, feeling your walls clenching around his digit immediately.

He pushed deeper and moved faster while he rubbed your nub almost feverishly. Tremors rushed through your legs and more moans escaped you as the tension within built and built. He added another finger and started stretching your walls as he caressed you from the inside, his knuckles brushing against your folds while he pushed as deep as possible, and you squirmed at the sensation, suddenly remembering how he'd had his entire hand in your pussy once.

The thought alone made you shiver and it weren't all good shivers. You hoped he wouldn't repeat that particular incident, yet in your position, you couldn't really do anything against it. With your heart beating faster and your breaths loud and hot as you buried your face in the cushions of the couch, you felt him opting to add another finger and with three of his long slender digits inside you, you felt already so full, but you knew he wouldn't stop there.

Yet instead of stretching you even more by pushing deep, he pulled his fingers out and hooked them into your clenching hole, holding it open, and the image of him inspecting you so closely let goosebumps ripple over your skin like waves. You couldn't help but squirm against him and when he would let go and let your entrance relax again, you sighed deeply. But the relief didn't last long, because he – and you – then remembered what he had wanted to do all along.

He pushed his cock in – and just from that motion, you had no idea if it was the real deal or not, all you felt was him stretching you, your walls clenching tightly around him as he slipped in almost all the way, before he pulled back and repeated the same movement over and over again until your walls had slightly adjusted to the intrusion. Yet the friction also caused your head to become completely empty and so you really couldn't care less about how he was fucking you right now.

Yet him being the scholar that he was, he had to know. So you felt him folding his body over yours while almost pulling out of you, making it extra hard to distinguish between the detached toy and its original. “And? What do you think? Which one is it?” he asked quietly, his voice right in your ear, making it even more difficult to form any coherent thought.

You let out a whimper and turned your head only a little to catch his face out of the corner of your eye. “I... I don't know...” you breathed barely audible.

“Try pushing it out,” he told you and it took you a moment to follow his words before you deliberately clenched your walls around whatever was pushed halfway into your tight channel. Yet you couldn't tell if you couldn't move it because it was attached to a strong body that made it impossible to push out or if you were just too weak to move anything on your own.

“I... can't,” you whispered. “I don't think I can...”

“So you're saying it's my cock, the real one?”

“I don't know...” you replied, working your muscles again, but nothing happened. “I really can't tell...”

When he then suddenly sank his entire length into you, prodding your cervix with an eerie precision that made you cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, you could certainly tell that it was the real deal as you felt his balls pushing against your folds. While you moaned and whimpered as he kept repeating that motion again and again, you felt his lips on your cheek, before he leaned back and grabbed your hips, picking up the pace yet another notch as he slammed his pelvis against your arse relentlessly.

You melted into the cushions and forgot about everything as soon as another orgasm crashed over you, rendering your body boneless and your mind empty, as your walls tightened around him, squeezing and pumping him while he kept driving himself in and out in a remarkably steady rhythm until you heard his groan echoing through the Undercroft.

Yet when you expected him to give you that final thrust right before he would empty himself within you like he usually did, a motion that would always add to your own pleasure, he suddenly pulled out, only to push back in again, yet this time you were sure he had put the toy inside you as he pushed it deeper than his cock would normally reach, even if it was just an inch or two.

You felt the object prodding right against your cervix and definitely beyond, causing your knees to shake violently beneath you as you arched your back and cried out in nothing but bliss (with a bit of pain) as he shot his load right into your womb, the warmth spreading further than usual as you moaned and writhed against the sensation.

But what you thought was the pinnacle of pleasure, was nothing compared to what followed while you were still blinded by your combined releases. Because suddenly the pressure was back and you felt a sharp pain as he stretched your entrance first with his fingers, then by forcing his cock past it and right next to the toy wedged deep inside you. You'd had the pleasure of experiencing both at once before and despite the haze clouding your mind, you remembered the pain and soreness that had come during and afterwards.

Squirming violently against him, whining and wailing quietly, you tried to keep him from moving by clawing at his leg, but he only put a hand on your lower back and rubbed soothing circles into your skin, and somehow it relaxed you enough to just let it happen. But it didn't ease the pressure you felt when he would slip into your tight channel and the toy would push against your walls painfully as he stretched you more than you were comfortable with.

Whimpering soundlessly as tears started pouring out from behind your lashes, you succumbed to the sensation and only when he moved his finger to rub tight circles around your clit and then started moving within you, did you start to adjust to having two cocks inside you. They filled you up so much, rubbing against each other and your walls, both of them scraping over your pleasure points and against your cervix and all of it quickly overwhelmed you enough to forget about the pain the double penetration brought along.

You felt your muscles contracting and as you dug your fingers into the lumpy couch, holding on for dear life, you experienced the constant up and down of your orgasm with every cautious thrust of his hips. It started with pain that jolted through you like lightning, only to explode in pleasure as a blinding light engulfed you. And it built and built and quickly took over your body and soul.

And you moaned and whined and squirmed and writhed while he drove his length in and out with the toy lodged in place as it was pushed forwards with every slam of his pelvis against your soft rear, always hitting the same spots that made your head spin more and more.

You almost felt your consciousness slipping at one point as you became too exhausted to even utter a single sound any more, but then his hands were on your hips, snaking around your chest, closing around your breasts until you were pulled into an upwards position.

The new angle sent a barrage of stinging pain through you as it seemed to move things around inside you that should not be moved that way and you surprised yourself when a long, agonized scream broke from your trembling lips, echoing eerily through the Undercroft.

And suddenly the pressure was gone as he put you back down and pulled out immediately. You were still too shaken to do anything, but you could feel him prying the toy out of you as well, before he wrapped his arms around you and held you close, his voice whispering soothing nothings into your ear.

“I'm sorry,” was the first thing that registered in your clouded mind and you didn't quite know why he would say that, you were too numb to feel anything at this point.

He gently rolled you around, then pressed you against his chest as he lay down beside you, his strong arms holding you tightly, but carefully. You gingerly raised a hand and moved your fingertips over his skin, then heard him issuing a relieved sigh, before you felt his lips on your damp forehead.

“Are you okay?” he whispered and with your face so close to his throat, you felt him swallowing hard.

You inhaled deeply and slowly your body came back to you. Your walls were clenching around nothing now, probably still a little too stretched to go back to normal just yet, but the pain was bearable without the pressure of the unusual intrusions. “I'm fine,” you whispered hoarsely and pressed your lips against his neck to underline your words.

He leaned you back a little to look into your eyes, his gaze dark and still very much concerned. “I'm sorry I hurt you...”

Shaking your head, you moved your hand up to cup his cheek. “It's okay --”

“No, I... I keep pushing you past your comfort zone and I really shouldn't be doing that...” he said quietly and you saw him clenching his jaw as he lowered his eyes.

“Sebastian,” you whispered and waited for him to meet your gaze. When he did, you gave him an exhausted but genuine smile. “It is okay, really. I'll be fine, you know I can handle much worse...”

“But you shouldn't,” he insisted, his voice low and slightly hoarse. “I shouldn't treat you like this, I should love you and cherish you and do all the things you want to do instead of these stupid experiments...”

You snaked your other hand up and grabbed his face firmly. “But you do,” you whispered. “You are doing all the things I want to do --”

“So you wanted to scream in agony just now?” he said darkly, working his jaw with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Well, that came unexpected, but yes, generally, I want to do what you want to do! I want to spend every single minute of the day with you and I want to experience all these things with you and only you and I don't want to be anywhere but by your side! And I love the fact that you are so eager to learn new things and try them out with me, really, I do,” you said with a somewhat firm voice despite the shaking that had settled in your limbs.

He listened to you intently, the shadow slowly pushed aside to be replaced by a softer expression. You kept caressing his warm cheeks and when you were done, you leaned in and brushed your lips against his.

“And if I may remind you,” you whispered against his mouth, holding his gaze. “I love you, unconditionally, with every fibre of my being. I am yours, Sebastian,” you concluded and you noticed his eyes widening a little when you said that. “All of me and I want you to use all of me,” you added and felt your cheeks blushing. “However you see fit...”

He raised his eyebrow at that, his lips parting slightly, but he didn't say anything yet. His eyes wandered over your face as if he was committing every detail to memory. “Are you done monologuing?” he then asked and a smirk broke from his mouth.

You scoffed in playful indignation and pushed your fingertips against his jaw as you let go of his face. He chuckled, then moved in to plant his lips against your cheek.

“Sorry, I love your monologues,” he whispered and kept kissing your jaw all the way down your neck. “I love every single word that comes past those beautiful lips... and I am honoured that you are mine, you have absolutely no idea. You are my... most prized possession... and you make me the happiest human being on this planet by allowing me to... use you...”

He accentuated his last words by gently grazing his teeth over your pulse before he actually sank them into your skin, coaxing a soft whimper out of you as he marked you. You felt his tongue lapping at the bruise and then his lips as he kissed the spot gently.

“Thank you,” he whispered and you cuddled against him as he leaned back to look at you. His hand moved up to push a strand of hair out of your forehead as he watched you quietly.

What could have been a tender, peaceful moment was slightly disrupted by the unpredictability that you apparently loved so much about him. A smirk crept onto the corner of his lips and with a swift motion of his arm, he had produced the magic toy that you also loved so dearly you would even accept it to hurt you. You inhaled deeply as he held it in front of his face as if to examine it and you saw it throbbing and glistening.

“You know, I wonder if it had hurt less if I had put this up your pretty little bum,” he then said and his words, as lewd and unexpected as ever, caused you to shiver deeply.

“Sebastian!” you exclaimed with a noise that could have been a laugh or a very startled cough.

He grinned at you. “That's one thing we never tried,” he said and lowered the toy to look at you. “What do you think?”

You took a shuddering breath and bit your lip. “Not today...” you whispered, your body already protesting just from thinking about whatever he might have planned to make that idea a reality.

“But you would try it?” he asked, his eyes lighting up immediately. “Really?”

“I would go against my own words if I would deny you this now, wouldn't I?” you said quietly.

He looked a bit more serious then. “You know you are still entitled to say no, right? I do not want to force you to do anything!”

“I know,” you whispered and leaned up to first press your lips to the toy he was still holding, then past it to give him a soft peck on the cheek. “But I meant what I said. I want to experience these things with you... and I know that if I don't like it, you will not push me further. I trust you.”

He dropped the toy then to grab your face with both of his hands, eagerly pushing his lips to yours for a quick but heated kiss. “You are perfect, you know that?”

“I've had some idea,” you replied with a smirk and claimed his mouth for another kiss while your hand searched around blindly until you could feel your fingers brushing against your precious toy.

Grabbing it firmly you noticed him flinching against your lips before he leaned back and watched you curiously, clearly wondering what was going on in that pretty head of yours. Your words, however, surprised him massively.

“You know, I think I cheated you out of an orgasm just now...” you whispered, starting to move your thumb over the tip of the toy.

He frowned at that, eager to remind you that it had been his own fault for pushing you too far, but you seemed too determined to accept that as you kept fondling his fake cock between your fingers. “You really want to go again, after... what I just did to you?” he asked quietly, watching you closely.

You tilted your head slightly, leaning against him as your eyes wandered over his face. “Yes,” you said firmly. “Make me feel good again, Sebastian.”

He clenched his jaw then and his mind was racing. Of course he wouldn't say no to such an offer and he immediately went through his catalogue of potential ways of coaxing all these different noises out of you, but then he thought back to your scream and your words and this whole encounter.

So when he eventually decided on what to do, you were too surprised to say anything. You watched him untangle his limbs from around you and get up from the couch, before he would grab his wand and walk a few feet towards the other corner of the Undercroft, and then you saw him conjuring a large bathtub, with steaming water and foam and soap bubbles filling the air around it.

Once he was done setting it up, he returned to the couch and swiftly picked you up, cradling you in his arms as you cradled your toy in your hands, and brought you to the bath where he would set you down gently until half of your body was submerged in the warm water that was surprisingly soothing on your slightly aching muscles.

Inhaling deeply, you leaned back and let the water flow around you as you watched him with a soft smile playing around your lips. “Aren't you coming in?” you then asked, and when you would playfully dunk the toy in the warm water he'd flinch and give you a deep chuckle.

“I'm already right there,” he said with a nod towards the magic item as he knelt down beside the tub, leaning his folded arms on the edge.

You looked up with a frown. “It's not the same...”

“Trust me, I really shouldn't be in there,” he told you, despite feeling the urge to do just that grow stronger by the second.

“Why not?” you asked rather innocently.

His eyes were on you. “Because I just couldn't control myself...” he whispered, licking his lips as his gaze wandered over your naked form and how the water splashed softly around your curves and glistened on your skin. “I want you to feel good again... and not be ravished into oblivion or worse...”

You opened your mouth at that, your eyes boring into his before you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. “Who says I wouldn't like that?” you then whispered and he just issued a loud exhale through his nose, while smirking at you darkly.

He was about to find more reasons against your request, but then you bent your knees and let your legs fall over either side of the tub, leaving your centre exposed and open, and as he couldn't stop his eyes from wandering right to your perfect pussy, he saw it before he felt it as you pushed the enchanted toy against your entrance and with only a little flinch, shoved it all the way into your tight little space.

He groaned quietly and gripped the edge of the tub with shaking fingers, feeling your walls tighten around his detached length deliciously. You kept chewing on your lip as you started moving it in and out slowly, your hips stuttering under the sensation. He watched you quietly, feeling his real cock spring back to life slowly with every snap of your wrist against your folds. Swallowing hard, he stood up slowly and noticed your eyes following his every move.

He gave you one last glance, asking if this was really what you wanted, and you understood immediately and nodded. With a deep sigh, he then clambered into the tub with you, sitting opposite you as he snaked his long legs under yours and put his feet on either side of your hips. You watched him with your eyebrows furrowed, your face flushed and your gaze a little confused.

“Just keep doing what you're doing, love,” he told you with a smile. “I'm right here.”

This wasn't what you had expected but it was better than nothing, because now you could watch him as he closed his hand around his cock and started pumping it at the same pace as you pushed the toy in and out of your tight channel. With your breaths quickening, you eventually felt your hand cramping as you kept a firm grip on the base of the item but the water made it quite slippery to hold.

He saw your struggles and with a swift motion, he moved closer, his bent knees brushing against your legs, before he gently grabbed your wrist with his free hand to assist you, only to completely take over and move the fake cock by himself as you lowered your hands and simply watched him in awe, moaning quietly under his ministrations.

With his real cock in one hand and the toy in the other, he quickly felt overwhelmed once more and it only got worse when he suddenly felt your nimble fingers moving over the inside of his thighs as you were determined to assist him now. He let it happen and focused on bringing you pleasure while he let you close your fingers around his hardening arousal.

With the water splashing around you, you kept squeezing and pumping him while he pushed the enchanted object faster in and out of your quivering cunt and you both started moaning and groaning quickly as pleasure built within your bodies.

You watched him intently, noticing every little twitch in his face as he was consumed by the sensations, and once you met his dark eyes, breathing heavily, you had the urge to lean in, and when he did the same only seconds later, your mouths collided with a smack as you kissed him passionately. He scooted slightly closer and deepened the kiss with his tongue frantically circling yours as you both worked against the other faster and harder.

Your moans were swallowed by his eager mouth and his groans vibrated on your tongue as you quickly lost yourself in the feeling of his captivating lips and confident prods and pushes. You barely registered the twitching of your thighs and the shuddering of your body, but you felt his movements, the throbbing of his cock in your hands, the jerk that made his hips buck against your touch, and then, as he grunted against your lips, you felt him spasming and his seed pushed out of him and disappeared into the water.

You kept kissing him even though he had halted his movements against you for a moment, trying to catch his breath despite having his mouth still claimed by your eager lips, and once he regained his composure, you felt him gripping the toy with nimble fingers before he worked it even more vigorously against you, determined to push you over the edge next.

Now it was your turn to moan into his mouth as the tension in your stomach exploded into a million little lights that blinded you for a long moment before you thrashed your head back and threw your arms up as you collapsed against the back of the tub, your heart thundering inside your chest as the water splashed around you. He kept pushing the toy in and out through the tremors of your body, causing your hips to stutter and your thighs to twitch and your toes to curl up painfully.

You were too boneless and your mind too fuzzy to register that he eventually pulled the toy out and moved closer until he gathered you in his arms and pulled you chest first against him. Then he leaned back and stretched his body the length of the tub, your motionless form resting on top of him.

“Do you feel better?” you heard him whisper softly, his voice vibrating through you in a calming fashion.

With your eyes closed, you somehow managed to shift against him, your arms snaking around his torso, your cheek pressed to his chest, your ear right over where his heart was beating fast and hard. “Yes...” you breathed against him, still feeling that captivating heat tingling between your legs.

With how you lay on top of him, you realized your rear was practically floating on the warm water, your cheeks exposed to the colder air around you, but it was the most soothing feeling you'd ever felt, especially after having worked your pussy so relentlessly today. Surely it didn't come close to that day he had pushed your body to its limits for what had felt like hours, but it had still been quite the workout.

No matter how much you loved it, having two of your favourite things to play with definitely seemed to take its toll on you.

You felt his hands moving over your back, his fingertips grazing your skin as they worked their way to your round cheeks. Coaxing a whispered gasp out of you, he grabbed your arse and started massaging it with eager fingers. You inhaled deeply, smiling to yourself at the feeling, and leaned against him, tightening your arms around him.

While you relaxed more and more, the warm water moving lazily against your bodies, his body heat so comforting and his touch almost mesmerizing, the fog inside your head lifted slowly – and frankly, you didn't think that was a good thing. And even though you didn't want to ruin the soft moment you two shared, you felt the need to voice your concerns.

“We probably missed a lot of classes, huh?” you mumbled into his chest, your cheek squished against him, and felt him shaking as he gave you a deep chuckle.

“That's what you're worried about?” he asked quietly.

“I wish I could spend all my days with you like this,” you replied and pressed your lips against his warm skin. “But we are still in school... and with the exams approaching...”

“Oh love, shush!” he grumbled and pinched your bum playfully, making you squeak and flinch slightly. “We'll catch up, don't worry. You picked a good day to be extra horny, it was only History of Magic we missed...”

“Oh, well, then...” you muttered under your breath as you moved your hands along his back and suddenly felt something brush against your knuckles. You felt him stiffening slightly as you closed your hand around the toy that had been unceremoniously discarded after it had brought about your current state.

Shifting against him but not moving away from his hands still working on your arse cheeks, you managed to bring his fake cock to lie beside you on his chest and when you tilted your head up, you noticed him watching you curiously, his eyebrows raised and a smirk playing around his lips. “What are you up to now?” he asked hoarsely.

“Nothing,” you said in earnest and smiled at him, while you cradled the toy in your hand and held it carefully to your chest as if it were indeed a beloved pet in need of some cuddles.

“You know, I would be really jealous if that wasn't my cock...” he told you with a frown and a crooked smile and you could hear the sincerity behind his words. You were about to reassure him that nothing could replace the real deal, when a mischievous twinkle settled in his dark eyes. “I was thinking...” he started and tilted his head, the tip of his tongue moving along his bottom lip.

Your turn to frown as you leaned up slightly to better look at him. “Yes?”

“As much as I love it when you use that thing to satisfy your needs, I think it's a little unfair,” he whispered, his voice vibrating through his and your body.

“Unfair? What do you mean?”

“Well, you can use it whenever you want and I have to comply, not that I am complaining, really, but what if I wanted to satisfy my needs? Play around with something of yours?” The smile he gave you was almost sinister and as he asked his last question, he dug his fingers deeper into the soft flesh of your arse.

You squirmed slightly and felt your mouth fall open. “Like what?”

“Hmm, a replica of your beautiful bum?” he said quietly and let go of it only to smack his hands on your cheeks, causing your body to sway against him and the water to splash around you.

The shriek you issued was muffled as you pressed your mouth to his chest. “Or perhaps... a mould of your other mounds...” he went on and his hands found your waist before he swiftly spun you around and you could barely hold onto the toy as he snaked his arms under yours and grabbed your breasts, pushing your back against his chest while he started fondling them eagerly.

“These would make for great pillows,” he explained with a chuckle, while you were hardly able to react to either his suggestion nor his touches. “Would you like that?” he whispered, his lips close to your ear now as he pulled you up a little, your nipples hardening quickly under the ministrations of his fingers. “Doesn't this feel nice?”

“Yes...” you breathed with your mind clouding up all over again.

“Just imagine it,” he continued and you weren't sure if it was his fingers rolling your nipples between them or his soft voice vibrating through you that caused the heat to rush back between your legs. “You are in bed at night, missing me dearly, and while you play with my cock, I can fondle your tits and show you how much I miss you too...”

You closed your eyes and felt them rolling back as the first moan escaped you. “Yes...” you said again, unable to form any coherent thought under the image and the very real touches. “Sounds... mhmm...”

“Good?” he asked with a chuckle and continued kneading your breasts. You nodded and started rubbing your backside against his front, the toy in your hand being squeezed unconsciously. Of course he felt your tight grip and when he leaned in and brushed his lips against your ear, you shuddered deeply. “Put it in,” he told you and his words alone coaxed another moan out of you.

With nimble fingers you obeyed and brought the magically enhanced cock near your entrance once more. You were still or already worked up enough to allow it to dip in without any struggle and when you felt it slipping deeper, stretching you and filling you up and gliding right where it belonged, you moaned and whimpered, licking your lips as he simultaneously groped and massaged your tender tits.

Instead of moving it in and out, you put it in all the way and kept your hand in place, you even clenched your thighs together, rubbing your rear against the real deal behind you in the process. And soon enough it worked its magic and started thrumming and vibrating inside you, making you squirm and moan and the water around you to splash about loudly, most of it now on the stone floor of the Undercroft.

Sebastian held you in place, his hands palming your breasts as you thrashed your head back into his shoulder, your eyes squeezed shut and your lips parted and trembling, more and more noises falling from them. He kept grinding his front against your rear and you felt his real cock hardening between your cheeks.

“Now imagine having my cock in your tight little arse,” he whispered and his lewd words only intensified your experience as he pushed against you at the same time. “Both of my cocks filling you up and moving within and giving you all these... feelings...” His voice was low and he seemed to struggle to utter them as well as you both kept moving against each other, your entire body on fire as he stimulated all your senses.

The toy vibrated inside you more and more, shuddering against your walls with a force you hadn't experienced before, your hand cramping against your folds as you did your best to keep it in. Your stomach tensed up badly, your moans and whimpers louder and quicker, and you felt so light-headed and overstimulated as he continued to pinch your nipples and rub against your rear and whisper dirty words into your ear.

It was when he groaned behind you that your orgasm crashed over you with such a power you were sure your soul had left your body for a moment as you were engulfed by the brightest light yet, the worst and best tremors ever as your limbs twitched and shuddered, and in your frenzy you jerked your hips upwards, your hand slipped and amidst your overwhelming release you barely felt the magic toy slipping out of you.

It all went so fast, you were still floating on your high when you heard him issuing a pained grunt and his movements against you halted. “Fuck...” he cursed loudly and inhaled sharply.

You took a deep breath, your body was barely responding, but in your mind you registered his discomfort and slowly turned your head to him. “What's... wrong?” you whispered, your voice hoarse and shaking and barely audible.

“I once again...” he grunted and gave you a strained chuckle, “underestimated the power of your pussy...”

You frowned and when the haze slowly lifted and you came back to yourself, you shifted against him to fully look at him. “What do you mean?”

Instead of telling you, he raised one hand from your chest and pointed ahead. You followed his outstretched finger and took a look into the dimly lit, vast space of the Undercroft with its stout pillars and damp walls and cold stone floor. Not to mention the array of discarded crates and barrels and old furniture littered about, and suddenly you saw it, quite a distance away from the bathtub. Covered in dust and cobwebs. The magic toy, writhing slightly on the floor.

“What... no!” you exclaimed and already sat up, ready to retrieve it, rescue it, but he held you back by grabbing your waist. “Did I do that?” you asked breathlessly.

He chuckled softly and moved one hand between your legs, his fingers dipping into your still throbbing wetness, your clenching walls completely unaware of the force with which they had pushed out the intruder. “Indeed you did...”

“I'm sorry!” you told him and turned your head to him. “I didn't mean to...”

“I know, don't worry,” he replied and pressed his lips against your temple. “My own fault for pushing all your buttons at once, eh?”

You blushed deeply and gave him a shy smile that made him lean in and claim your mouth for a deep kiss. You raised your hand and held his face. “Did it hurt?” you whispered against his lips, your eyes full of concern as you watched him. “Does it hurt?”

“It's fine,” he whispered back. “You might have to check for bruises though,” he added with a smirk.

He might not have expected it, but you moved immediately, squirming out of his hold to kneel between his legs, the water splashing about some more until there was barely any left. You bit your lip as you put your hands gingerly around his real cock, carefully examining it with your fingers sliding over his heated skin, along the bulging veins and the agitated tip. You felt him flinching under your ministrations, causing you to look up in alarm.

“What is it?” you asked, very concerned about his well-being.

He inhaled deeply and smiled at you. “Give it a lick and find out,” he told you with a wink, leaning his arms on the edge of the tub as he watched you with a gaze full of dark amusement, and after your initial disbelief and a slight rolling of your eyes, you did as he had said and lowered your head towards his tip. You had barely closed your lips around it and extended your tongue as he started twitching against you.

Gasping in surprise, you felt the thick ropes of cum spurting into your mouth, hot and heavy on your tongue, filling you up so much that you had to lean back and let him continue to come on your chin and neck and chest. While you swallowed his seed with heavy gulps, you kept watching him shoot his load all over the front of your body. And you let him, even though you usually didn't like finding clumps of dried cum between your breasts hours later.

But you felt as if you owed him this after making his magic toy fly through the Undercroft like that. That poor thing... But apparently he didn't seem to have taken any damage, it all seemed to work just fine, maybe even a little too much.

Once he was done and spent and empty, or so you hoped, you looked up at him, moving your tongue around your soiled mouth. His eyes were even darker as he stared at you, taking in this rather unfamiliar sight of you covered in his cum. You saw him inhaling deeply and then he moved in and cupped your face and pressed his mouth against yours. You whimpered against his lips, but kissed him back quickly, overwhelmed by the sudden outburst of emotion.

“You look so fucking beautiful,” he grunted against you before he pushed his tongue into your mouth and kissed you until you felt boneless and light-headed all over again. Putty in his hands, you barely registered how he leaned away and gathered you in his arms, definitely not minding his seed rubbing all over him as he pulled you against his chest.

While you took deep breaths to regain your composure, you noticed him lifting a hand and with a flick of his finger the water level in the tub rose up until its warmth engulfed you both almost completely, soothing your aching muscles and washing away the evidence of his last eruption. As you relaxed against him, your thoughts went back to the dirty toy lying on the floor, unloved and forgotten.

“Do you think it'll be alright?” you whispered against him, really dreading the thought of having damaged your favourite toy.

He chuckled and pressed his lips to your forehead. “Don't worry, I'll make you a new one... if you allow me to make a mould of your breasts.”

You groaned in fake displeasure, but then moved said breasts against him and smiled to yourself at the prospect of having him fondle them remotely. “Fine, if you insist...”

End notes: I honestly cannot for the life of me write shorter smut, I am so sorry! This got even longer than I had anticipated. And I could have gone on and on, but I had to end it somewhere, so I hope you don't mind this rather abrupt ending.

By the way, the idea for making a mold of her breasts and the general idea of making him have something to use "against" her came from @msiecrane and @amberlide - thank you both so much for your input! :D

So with that in mind, this will certainly get even more parts one day, the possibilities are endless! Pranks? Anal? Him tied to the bed? These are all things that will happen! (They are already happening in my head...)

MASTERLIST - KINKTOBER - AO3

[alexxncl]

‼️NIGHTBRINGER LESSON 40 SPOILERS‼️

masterlist | all lessons | season 2 | season 3 | lesson 39 | lesson 41.1 | lesson 41.2

the end of an era (season 2)

normal and hard spoilers

oh baby :(

see every time i remember how sheltered diavolo is it makes me hate his father that much more. he grew up with everything in the world, but practically nobody to share it with.

diavolo had to have been smart enough to have caught onto the reason behind mephisto's attachment to him at an early age. he might be dense, but he's not stupid. even if he and mephisto did end up becoming really good friends, diavolo knew early on that their proximity was for business and royalty purposes only, and that friendship and a genuine relationship was second to their professional relationship

i feel like this is why he initially thought of the brothers as treasures in regard to status rather than as people, and the mindset shifted to seeing them as treasures in regards to the relationship he formed with them. he wanted genuine connection, but forming a professional connection before a genuine relationship was so deeply ingrained in him that he defaulted to it without even realizing it

...he can't be fucking serious

GET HIM OUT I BEG

he would've done this regardless of the option we picked during the angel's trial i hate it here...can't he take a class or smth instead of experimenting on us

i'm gonna kill him /j

i'm a whore in the game so i technically date everyone at once. but why does he NEVER say i love you back ????? not even in the first game ????????

like ok you're a time demon who shouldn't get attached to anyone and you choose to stay unattached bc you'll lose everyone anyways blah blah blah but at least indulge me a little bit 💔

SOBS UNCONTROLLABLY I LOVE THEM

i feel like they know this is their last goodbye yk? obviously barbatos does, but this feels very, very final on their part. maybe it's a different version the feeling they have when they go into mc's room, like they can feel mc being pulled away from them physically

what if the end of the lesson or the story in the hard part of the lesson is them portalling back to their timeline and the brothers getting a glimpse of their alternate selves? and then everything clicking into place after mc leaves?

the fact that simeon has as many doubts about his father's intentions as lucifer and his brothers did really solidifies my belief that he wanted to, in the worst case, fall with the brothers. and if he didn't fall, he'd at least have begged for answers as much as lucifer did before the war. he was demoted after the war for helping the brothers in canon, and i feel like he still beats himself up about it because of the side he chose. him and raphael both, but raphael is better at hiding it

(i have a whole post about simeon and michael before the war here)

i've said this about a million times but...

the brothers ever 🫶🏽

they're such shitheads but also extremely concerned i love their dynamic sm

SEE I TOLD YOU ‼️ HE MASKS HIS FEAR WITH ANGER (even though i'm pretty sure this was confirmed in canon in the og game and in nb s1)

him admitting that he was scared though? putting his pride aside and actually talking about his feelings for once? this is proof of how much he trusts mc, how much he loves and cares for them, even if he can't explain why the feelings he holds for them are so strong

it also shows that he's thankful to have someone who will care about and protect his brothers as much as he does, and some of the weight of the "oldest brother" mantle has been lifted. it allows him to be vulnerable and at least a little more carefree, which is why he's seen joking and laughing with his brothers so much more often in the later lessons in comparison to season 1 and early season 2

i feel like i'm SUPOOSED to reach bc why would he phrase it like that ??? i don't think he knows...but he's really intuitive

or maybe this was a way of the devs using him to unofficially-officially send us off and into our original timeline. idk. i'm reaching but they made me

THEY DID NOT

oh i'm really gonna cry...they took what we wrote in season 1 and showed it to the boys

i COMPLETELY forgot we even did this 😭 god i'm gonna cry i love this game sm

I KNEW NO TIME PASSED THANK GODDDDDD

i don't think i'd be able to handle it if the same amount of time passed across realms

i also think this is why they emphasized "time soup" so heavily, you can be put anywhere at any time as if nothing had changed

...i can't believe it's over

...for now at least

well time to read the HDD story and catch up on devilgram

[hana-no-seiiki]

Yoooo idk if you know what my hero academia is but what about a batsib( platonic) who’s a lot like dabi. Abused all there life has blue fire burns all over them. Abnormal body heat. Who would be more interesting in the fire? Who would help batsib take care of there burns. HOW WOULD THEY REACT TO THE STABLES COMING OFF!!!

Just the amount of chaos has me foaming out the mouth. 

YANDERE BATFAM + YANDERE TODOROKI CLAN x READER

I tweaked your request a bit and added yan todo clan into the mix if you don’t mind anon? if you rather a version without them then feel free to request again!

I’ll prolly do a part two of this to expand more on the Todo family, Tim, Dick, and Bruce but who knows what my ADHD will hyperfixate on next.

God can I just say that I love Todoroki Clan v Batfam fics. However few and far between they are so I’ll be writing this with a Todoroki! Reader in mind. Perhaps a twin of Dabi.

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Humans have a natural, visceral attraction to fire. One can’t help but be drawn to its glow.

You were born as Touya’s (fraternal) twin except your power didn’t have to rely on emotions.

You burned the day you were born. Hurting your mother in the process. Scalding her skin as she desperately tried to feed you despite the danger it meant to her well-being.

In spite of her growing hatred for her husband, you managed to sear your way into her heart and make your mark.

Rei adored you. You looked the most like her underneath all the flames and charred skin. She would coo at you while glaring at her failures. She would run her hands through your hair while the room slowly froze when hearing about that kid who asked for your hand in marriage.

You were her precious gem. A jewel amongst the icky, dark, coal the others call her children. She would do anything for you. Anything.

Enji had to admit. He loved you more than his ambitions himself. He abhorred the pained screams you’d make whenever you tried using your powers. Luckily, unlike his eldest son, you were much more susceptible to the idea of not becoming a hero. All of his attempts at another heir were all in hopes that you didn’t have to face the horrid world of villains.

Touya admired you ever since you two were little. Your parents would often speak of how he’d cry whenever you two were separated. Of how he’d wail whenever you’d get burnt by your own quirk as if he was the one who was hurt.

As you grew up, he grew distant. Envious of your flames that were already so strong. Angry that you born several steps ahead of him regardless of being his twin.

Natsuo and Fuyumi bore the brunt of his complaints. His parents were too entranced by your being so who else did he have to talk to?

It all came to a climax when Shouto gained his quirk. You’d never forget the hope draining from your twin’s visage. The flames that surrounded the two of you when he dragged you out into the woods only to take an attempt at your life.

As darkness consumed your vision, you reach out to your brother’s face and choked out as the smoke covered the two of you.

“I will . . . always . . . love you.”

You awoke to your parents in tears, the news that your twin’s body was never found, and your belongings packed in several bags.

You were to study far away. Have a new start. Where you’d forget your brother.

Gotham.

It was a place known for its crime rate, but Enji’s close friend Bruce promised he’d take care of you while you’re here.

You were greeted by one of his sons, Tim. He was around Fuyumi’s age and was utterly fascinated by your powers.

Through him you were able to appreciate your flames a little more. It was hard not to get close to him. You attended classes together, ate together, played together. He even made you equipment and salves that would ease the burns.

It wasn’t long before you found out about his vigilante persona and thus Bruce’s. But for the sake of safety (your own and their’s) you decided to keep that fact to yourself.

Dick often came by once in a while. It was rare but his visits started to become the highlights of your stay in Gotham. He was fun and energetic. Tim and Bruce were great and all but they always had an air of seriousness that reminded you all too well of your family back in Japan.

He’d often sneak you out and teach you some acrobatic moves. Through process of searching good old google about the Robins, you figured out he was Nightwing after a short while.

Although you absolutely despised them now, you couldn’t deny them their credit for reigniting your passion for heroics.

You started training on your own. Control was something you had already practiced in the past. You knew how to stop the flames when it flared up too much. But you never really got to the point of using it for attacks and combat.

You didn’t really get that far. The most you could do without getting suspicious was to ask your father for a tutor in self defense while only adding some of your flames for the extra damage.

Not to mention the fact that a fire based vigilante would definitely raise flags for the family you’ve been living with.

So you started your “hero” life without using much of your flames until such a time that you were able to either go back to Japan or move out to another state.

That’s when you met Jason. You didn’t know much about him at first. Only that he killed a bunch of the thugs that you were trying to handle on your own.

Without him you’d probably have been dead several times by now.

Thus you took it upon yourself to help him in any way you can.

From being a hindrance you slowly started becoming an essential asset to Jason’s patrols. So much so that he often would blow up if you disappeared for a week only to apologize profusely and buy you pizza when he found out you were gone because of exams.

Jason also made you discover a very important part of your power. While your quirk didn’t rely on emotions to be strong within itself, emotions still played a huge part of it.

And as he slowly placed his lips upon yours, a wall of flame sets off.

You never returned to him after that day.

Around your early adulthood, Damian was taken into the household.

It wasn’t that long before you figured out he had no filter and a lot of ego to boot.

He reminded you a lot of a cat. Your parents would never let you adopt one out of fear for you being scratched, or worse a cat barbecue so you often projected that childhood desire of yours to him.

So while he’d hurt you both physically and emotionally, you in turn would return whatever he gave with love and headpats.

It annoyed him to no end. Who were you to treat him like a baby? If it weren’t for your flames he could probably have you on the floor in a minute tops.

But whenever you’d disappear he realizes how much he enjoys your presence.

He was there when you came back after your encounter with Jason. Your burnt and tattered clothes.

He saw the news. He knew that you’ve been going out to save civilians with one of his predecessors. He knew all about your past and your powers.

And he knew that from this day forth, you were never going to leave the manor ever again.

GENERAL BATFAM TAGLIST: @the-sander-fander

[buggyrulez]

First Impressions

i got bored at work so i decided to write out some stuff about my OC Ash, specifically his first impressions on (my versions anyways) the MTT and Cross, plus his dads general thoughts of him, since it might be unclear? i like writing but i've got very little experience so. It's not much. Hiding it all under the cut because I'm shy

Nightmare introduces his young son to the MTT for the first time, and proceeds to leave him in their care for 'The Foreseeable future'.

Skull/Horror Sans' and Ash's relationship is very close.

Skull adores Ash. When he first returned home to base (crappy apartment he shares with Killer and Dust) to find a scrawny little baby-bones sitting on the couch, he was understandably in shock. With only a small wave of acknowledgement, he tracked down his already bickering co-workers to get the story. Knowing Nightmare would rather leave Ash with a group of complete strangers, instead of being a better father, pisses Skull off to no end. On the other hand, he doesn't mind having a kid to take care of again.

Dust and Ash's relationship is neither close nor distant. Dust doesn't care for children. They're creepy, and clingy, and needy, and- When Nightmare showed up with the little brat, and announced- not asked, no, ANNOUNCED- that he'd be bunking with the three of them from now on, well, unhappy is an understatement. Dust was livid. When Nightmare was gone, Ash was left on the couch while the other two went to deliberate. They weren't getting anywhere, and it grew into an unhelpful back and forth (with Killer questioning how to raise a child, and Dust suggesting they just put him outside in a dog house.) Luckily Skull seemed more than happy to step in. So...problem solved. Dust hasn't tried to make an effort, or grow a relationship with Ash. But he's decided that he's not as bad as most kids are. They bond over sitting in silence on the couch and watching whatever show happens to be on TV. Neither really has a preference. Killer and Ash's relationship is very close. Killer wasn't sure what to think when Boss showed up with a kid in tow. His mind went into overdrive the moment "He'll be staying with you." left Nightmares mouth. Kid couldn't be older than seven (which was confirmed later by Nightmare, who had raised him alone for six years. But now he 'needed help.') Where? Where did he hide a kid that long? When did he find it? Why choose now to tell them, and why- Whatever. The door closed after Nightmare said his goodbyes (for now) and Killer was snapped out of his thoughts. Killer and Dust left Ash on the couch and went out of earshot to discuss. It didn't help. Killer ignored all of Dusts frustrating suggestions. They were just down the hall, he stared at the back of the kids head. That's when he decided. None of them could really love him. Not in his mind. So he was going to make sure he felt as closed to loved and cared for as he could get. He was just a kid after all. He needed them.

The following is Cross's First impressions of Ash, and a brief summary of their relationship during Cross's stay. Ash is at most 9 years old when they meet.

Cross arrived a bit late to the party. He'd thought that getting to the MTT's base would be the end of the confusion, until they dropped the bomb. It felt like that to him at least, despite how casually Killer brought it up. "Don't mind Ash, he won't bother you much." Cross wasn't aware they were talking about a nine year old boy. Nightmares son you say? He's feeling faint. Who would want to make a baby with that guy? Cross kept to himself, he had a room just off the garage, instead of upstairs like the other four, but Ash found him, and did indeed bother him. He was a talker when he opened up, even if Cross didn't say anything- he didn't have to, kid talked enough for the both of them. It was inevitable that they'd end up being close friends. Did everything together, night and day, Cross enjoyed the distraction from the actual living hell he'd found himself in. He loved that kid. And then he left. And it hurt. But it hurt more to stay.

"You're coming back aren't you?"

How was he supposed to answer that? Cross and Ash's relationship is very close. Formerly close.

Nightmare's thoughts.

Nightmare has difficulty identifying his emotions at times. What he knows, is a lingering, subtle burning sensation is probably normal. He feels like he's drowning. Suffocating. That's a good thing, believe it or not. He's not sure what it is about Ash that makes him feel like he's lighter than air, like he can breathe for the first time in years. It's almost too much for him to handle. It makes him sick, reminds him of someone he'd rather forget. Someone he thinks he might have loved. Is that love? Who knows. But if it is- he'll keep the boy around. He deserves that much. For someone to protect him. Someone who won't let him down. Nightmare and Ash's relationship is extremely close. Wouldn't be wise to get between that father and son duo!

'kay that's all i got. this might be super cringe who cares i love my boys questions and comments are welcome...if you want idk

[goatcheesecak3]

i just saw your post / reblog mentioning anger issues adam being under represented and ur so right why DOES everyone make him a pissbaby

this is me begging you !!! if you feel like it !!! as a formal request PLEASE !!!!! write a little something with adam’s anger issues and a reader who absolutely sucks with anger (like. cries when yelled at) and how adam might handle that AHDJSJDJ

Hot head

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x F!reader

Click here for m!reader version!

Includes: angst, fluff, brief mention of physical altercation (not between Adam and reader)

Summary: after a brawl at a bar, Adam is left feeling hot-headed and angry, unfairly snapping at his partner.

A/n thank you so so so so much for this request!! It's really nice to be able to flesh his character out a bit more, like don't get me wrong, I love soft fluffy Adam, but he's such a complex character with so many different sides, so it's nice to explore a new one for a change :^)

"Adam please just calm down!" Y/n pleaded, her voice quivering.

"Calm down? Are you fucking kidding me?" Adam yelled, slamming the apartment door behind him as the two entered.

"Why do you always have to undermine me like that? I had it all under control" he continued.

"No you didn't, Adam you're hammered and you were gonna get yourself hurt" y/n insisted, tears welling in her eyes.

"I can't be around you when you're like this, I'm going to bed. Don't follow me" he snarled, as he huffed away to the bedroom and locked the door behind him.

Y/n's boyfriend, Adam, was a tetchy guy. He really was the loveliest guy you could ever meet, but he had issues with his anger. He'd had them ever since he was a kid, probably due to the fact that his dad was nothing short of an asshole, but as he grew older he managed to get his temper under control. That was until he reached his mid twenties and went through a particularly traumatic event; being kidnapped by a serial killer and only narrowly escaping with his life. Ever since then his temper had a hair trigger.

On this particular occasion, it was a Friday, date night for Adam and y/n. They'd gone to a hole in the wall bar just to have a few rounds before heading home, but of course, Adam had overdone it. He wasn't necessarily acting too out of the ordinary, just drunk, which was fine, it was a Friday and he didn't need to be up early the next day. But alcohol made Adam's already short temper even shorter, it took very little to get him agitated, and when a lairy drunk man nudged Adam and sneered "ain't you that guy from the news that went and got himself kidnapped?" Adam completely lost it.

"The fuck did you just say to me?" He spat with an aggressive shove

"You heard me" the drunkard jeered

"Baby, please let's just go" y/n whispered, tugging at Adam's arm, who immediately shook her off.

"You wanna take this outside asshole?" Adam yelled, drawing attention to their squabble now.

The man threw his head back laughing, "Fuck are you gonna do to me you skinny prick?" He shoved Adam back, and in his drunken state, Adam lost his footing and stumbled backwards.

Feeling humiliated and enraged, Adam lunged at the man, landing a hefty punch on his right cheek. The man, who didn't take so kindly to this, grabbed Adam by the scruff of the neck and punched back. This went back and forth until Adam and the man were practically a cloud of fists and hurled obscenities, all to y/n's horror, as she pleaded for them to stop through tears.

Eventually, a rather burly bartender got between them and peeled the two off of eachother. Y/n apologised for the commotion and dragged a still very firey Adam out of the bar.

The couple argued the whole short walk home, Adam adamant that y/n should have just let him knock that asshole out,  and y/n tearfully insisting that Adam would have gotten himself hurt, which brings us up to speed.

"I can't be around you when you're like this, I'm going to bed. Don't follow me" Adam snarled, as he huffed away to the bedroom and locked the door behind him.

Y/n sat down on the sofa and let out a few small, quiet sobs. She pulled a nightshirt and an old blanket out of the laundry basket and settled in on the couch, ready for a long and uncomfortable night.

Writhing around in the darkness, y/n wrestled with her racing mind trying to find sleep, to no avail. She hated when she and Adam went to bed mad at eachother, and she hated Adam when he raised his voice. She hated this entire night, and desperately just wanted to get to sleep so that it would be over.

Creeeeaaaak

Y/n became aware of floorboards creaking from down the hall near the bedroom, she figured it was just Adam getting up to use the bathroom.

Creeeeaaaak

That was strange, they were getting closer.

Y/n closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, not wanting round two of the argument right at the minute. She heard Adam step closer still, until he was most definitely stood right next to the sofa, looking over her. Y/n wasn't sure where this was going, but still, she pretended to be asleep. That was when she felt something she didn't at all expect; Adam's arms began to cradle her body and lift it up, carrying her to the bedroom gently. Y/n felt herself be placed so very carefully on the mattress, and tucked in under the warm sheets. Adam sat on the side of the bed stroking her hair and whispering so quietly that she almost didn't hear him.

"I don't deserve you, but i want to. I'll get my temper under control, I'll be a better man for you. I don't wanna loose you baby" he breathed,  unaware that y/n was hearing the whole thing.

He pressed a soft kiss onto y/n's temple with the most quiet "I love you".

"I love you too" y/n whispered back.

Adam's face flushed red, as he looked down into y/n's now open eyes.

"H... how long have you been awake?"

"The whole time" she smiled warmly.

Adam's gaze softened at her smile.

"I'm sorry baby, I really am. How can I make it up to you?"

Y/n thought for a second, before she settled on an answer.

"Well for starters, you can get under here with me and give me a cuddle" she said, lifting up the blankets and patting the empty spot beside her.

"Sure thing babe" Adam whispered affectionately, his face angelic and soft.

He slipped under the covers next to y/n and held her tightly all night, as though he'd truly realised just how precious the girl sleeping next to him really was, and he was never going to let her go.

A/n requests are open! Check my pinned post for details and masterlist!

[tacticalhimbo]

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This is my "debut" in the smut writing scene, as well as the x!reader scene, so let's get into it :3

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LEON KENNEDY X GENDER-NEUTRAL / TRANSMASC READER

Kink: Pegging

Misc. Details/Content: Bottom!Leon, GN/Transmasc Reader, Death Island!Leon (because I believe older men should get pegged too, haha)

Word Count: 1K

Greying hair never looked as good as it did now, falling against flushed features. Never looked as good as it did as it did now, with your hand entangling itself in the long, shimmering locks, brushing them back and out of the agent’s face whilst hazy eyes found themselves upon your own features. Leon wasn’t expecting you to beat him back to the hotel room, but considering the circumstances of his latest rendezvous with the rest of the team… The surprise is rather pleasant.

And little did he know his evening was about to get even more pleasant from here on out.

“Don’t tease…” Leon breathed out, trying his best to mask the needy tone with a charming grin and the subtle massaging of your hips.

“But I’m not,” You cooed, more than happy to lean back and encourage him to give chase; he did. “I’ve got you right… where… I want you.”

The emphasis in your tone was enough to raise his suspicions, but not enough to warn him of the way you’d casually pull him into another intense kiss. Hands wandered, though this time the garments were shed as the two of you vied for your position on top. Needy moans meshed with breathy laughs, lips eventually wandering away from each other and across newly exposed skin. Leon’s were the first to traverse, leaving hickeys across the taut muscles in your throat and staking his claim. Yours mirrored the actions and grew confident at the realization that what you left behind would peek over his shirts; announce to the rest of the world that he was yours, even if the matter of ‘who’ remained a mystery. Strong, calloused hands wandered down your frame, grasping and kneading eagerly. Yours followed, sliding across his torso and lightly scratching at scarred flesh; taking the time to admire all the uniquely shaped tissue beneath. Lips grow more and more enthused in their own exploration’ yours find themselves wrapping around Leon’s cock, his normally focused eyes lidded as he watches you sink down beneath him.

It doesn’t take much work to have him unwound, all but begging you for more attention.

You give it to him in the form of nudging his legs with your shoulders, encouraging him to sit back and allow you to slip wet fingers against the outer portions of his anus, teasing at the delicate bundle of nerves before slipping in to stretch him around you. Gently as you could, you worked at him with your fingers, all the while continuing to use your mouth, creating an exhilarating mixture of sensations that effectively erased any lingering tension within Leon’s body. His moans grew breathier, chest heavy with want as he sunk against the sheets and lazily entangled his hand in your hair.

“Just like that…” He panted, tone wavering as he’d bit back a hopeless whine.

You pull back, as if not to speak but to coax that whine through his tumbling fortitude. It works; he whines your name.

“You think you can take me?” Your fingers continue their rhythmic motions, thrusting in and out. Emphasizing each thrust in with a subtle curl to brush against his prostate.

“I—Mnn…. I know I can.” A lopsided grin forms on his lips; he’s challenging you.

You accept it. You withdraw easily, giving him a coy command to stay in place whilst finally pulling your own bottoms off. First your outer layer, which sheds to reveal the comfortable bulge in your underwear. The pair is tighter than you’d normally wear, but you’d known the emphasis would be well enough to capture his attention.

“That a gun in your pants, or…?” He snickers as your expression falters. Your eyes flicker to his.

“Really, Leon?” You almost wish it was, despite the amusement in your tone.

You can’t help but roll your eyes as you give his leg a playful nudge with yours, pulling back before he can retaliate and stepping over to your nightstand to retrieve the small bottle of lube you’d purchased on your way back. As you stepped back to the emptied space between his legs, he’d sat up on his elbows and held out a palm. Curiously, you slid the bottle to him and watched as he sat up to squirt the liquid into his hand. Wordlessly, he ran calloused fingers across the skin-like surface of your packer. Rubbed his palm against the subtle curvature in a way that naturally adjusted the prosthesis to a more erect position, allowing the beaded up lube to slick the shaft and sprawl across the tip.

Once the packer was sufficiently lubed, Leon couldn’t help but tease you; attempt to get payback for the miserably needy state you’ve put him in. He leans back on the bed and dramatically poises himself for you. You all but pounced at the opportunity, aligning yourself to him and sinking in. Immediately any remaining fortitude faded, your chests pressing together as you’d made him take every inch of you. He was eager to receive it, though, as his hands found themselves rested on your waist as you’d established a rough, rhythmic pace. His lips parted, unable to press together as he’d given in to his pleasure. Moans and whines filled the air between you and traversed through the thinned hotel walls, but neither of you cared. Not then; not when your own mixed in as the rutting sensation against your t-dick became prominent. Your head found itself buried in his neck, lazily pressing uncoordinated kisses to the marked skin.

“So, what was that about a gun?” You teased, words barely able to escape you as your head grew dizzy with pleasure. And from the broken up laughter you’d received in response, it seemed Leon was in a similarly intoxicated state.

Was, like you, teetering on the edge of enjoyment and climax. And quickly as your rendezvous began, it ended explosively. Lips connected and breaths were taken as the sensation choked your nerves, only to slowly subside as the two of you came to rest beside one another.

[solargeist]

I’m new here and I love everything you’re making already ! I’m just wondering what the story here is?

hello !!!! thank you !!

the story here is uh, an AU of Evo Smp by Grian ! My tag is [here]

i assume thats what ur asking ?

The short version: The story is abt a young man leaving his life behind and joining a bunch of angels, but its not what he thought it'd be like and he regrets it and goes on the run for a long time.

The long version: The angels, known as Watchers, are known to watch players, only interacting to give them new things and updates, or punish them for breaking rules, such as being greedy.

They originally did not like Grian, seeing him as too robust, but over time he catches their (many) eyes, a diamond in the rough... He shows many characteristics of a promising Watcher, he enjoys setting pranks and stalking people, finding entertainment in explosions and traps, and always craving more.

So they start talking to him, they usually don't speak directly to players, only leaving notes, but they talk to him, he's special they say. He calls them the Audience.

The Watchers talk to him often, giving him compliments on his building skills, on his pranks, or they just listen as he rambles abt his life.

Grian is an orphan, I mean he is 25 at this point in time, but he grew up without parents. He has a little sister he took care of, but shes also grown now. Theres a small part of him that has grief over this, that ache, or longing, to have grown up with a regular family, to be taken care of. The Watchers catch onto this, its their job really to notice. They already think of him as a child, but they start acting more familial now, asking if he ate, or slept, or checking him over for any scratches, (much like a mother would--but he swallows these thoughts down, insisting this is how angels are to every player, but its not true, they let him know how much potential he has, so promising ! so special !)

That small part of him really starts to ache and grow.

This isn't the only thing the Watchers do though, they also make a tiny little effort to separate him from other players, quietly isolating him so the transition will be easier. It works, Grian notices his friends not coming around as often, they're probably busy, so he doesn't want to bother them. This goes on for awhile, any negative thought Grian expresses, the Watchers will agree with, in a gentle way... Sometimes people grow apart.. Sometimes you outgrow people.. Its for the better. He festers in these ideas, sometimes just laying on the stone floor of his basement, having not spoken to anyone in days. He looks forward to when the angels come around, even if they're just small floating eyes, sometimes a hand will split through reality and ruffle his hair. (if he leans into the touch, he doesn't realize)

Grian thinks that small aching part of him has outgrown his body.

One day, after who knows how long, the Watchers encourage him to meet up with his fellow players again. He questions why, but they tell him it'll be good for him to go play, theres a portal for them all to go through, a dragon on the other side. Its actually quite nice talking to everyone again, a bit awkward, but they're joking around, and when they find the portal, Grian jumps in before anyone can finish speaking. He was always rather impulsive ! He jumps through and stands alone on a platform, laughing to himself in the dark void, waiting for everyone else to go through. But no one does, the Watchers didn't tell him he'd be alone after jumping through, separated from the group, he feels abandoned. That ache rises again, hurt and anger twisting together, forming embarrassment. The Watchers were right in telling him he doesn't have anyone else to rely on, but them. So he does his quest, he kills the dragon by himself, an arrow between its eyes and it hits the ground behind him, dragging.

Hes sweaty, his clothes are burnt and torn, he's exhausted and he just wants to go home and climb in bed, no matter how dirty he is right now, but before he can go through, an angel statue catches his attention, it slowly moves off its pedestal, having watched his entire fight.

He didn't realize how tall they were off the pedestal, they also wear dark clothes that hide their faces and form, but two large dark wings peak out, its not exactly expected from angels. (Grian is 5'0, every Watcher towers over him)

They talk, and She offers him a place with the Watchers, if he wants to join them..... He's tired, hes hurt, and he's still mad at everyone, how could he say no ? He agrees.

Upon becoming a Watcher and being welcomed into a new world, he gets a haircut, he gets new clothes, and he gets a new room. The buildings rly are beautiful here, he gawks at the architecture, THIS is what he wanted, what he craved, he wanted to do this work too, the tools he could get his hands on has him bouncing on his heels and barely paying attention to the Watcher.

This excitement doesn't last too long, after hes introduced to others and settled in, theres new expectations on him, hes a Watcher now, not just a player, so things are gonna be harder to impress now. The Watchers have to shape him into a Watcher, so they don't let him sleep for a few days, to soften his attitude, they only stop this when he breaks down in exhaustion and tears, but his manners are better like they wanted.

Grian's not allowed to go out by himself, he can't leave the island even if he wanted to anyway, so most of his time is spent within the main few buildings, exploring the halls and library, its a good thing, bc they also make him study a lot, theres a lot to learn abt Watchers and their history, their magic, and their culture.

They don't give him glasses, instead teaching him enchantment magic to use instead, its good to always have Watcher magic flowing through your blood. His eyes are a constant soft purple.

Watchers, being angels, don't rly have to eat, so if Grian wants to eat, he has to ask a Watcher to summon food for him, the fruit tastes good, but anything cooked is always off or completely wrong. If he asks, they'll give him raw ingredients to cook by himself, with supervision of course. (not that he needs it, he is 25 years old and raised himself)

The one particular Watcher that has responsibility over him is named Aether, also known as Watcher Mum, shes the one that makes sure he has food, clothes, and is generally taken care of. She's a lot softer on him than expected, he's so cute ! and tiny ! She can't be strict on him ! She cuts his fruit into little shapes for him, even though he didn't rly ask.

The thing abt having Watcher magic flowing through his body near constantly, is that its slowly changing him. He grows wings, and it hurts so bad he thinks hes dying, they rip out of his skin after a few weeks, splattering blood across his room and bed. Aether cleans that and him up, tending to the wound. She doesn't have worry in her voice when she comments on how bright and pretty his wings are under all the blood. Its moments like this where Grian wonders how much of a mistake he's made, as he stares at the Watchers' extra eyes, and talon hands, he wonders when that'll happen to him, and how much it'll hurt, and how its his fault.

Ah, i'll stop here, its getting very long and I haven't even touched on his run away, or the Listeners, or what Watchers are, or the s6-s8 recovery and relapse arc, or the different timeline connections and his God self he accidentally created and doomed-- i ahve a lot stored in my head *explodes*

[gffa]

Hi :)

I'm a pretty new SW fan, not because I didn't like the movies/hadn't seen them but because I grew up thinking it was extremely nerdy and would often feel awkward trying to bring up anything related to SW.

Fortunately I've finally reached and met awesome people who love SW just like I did but I feel like I lost A LOT of important stuff and there's so much content to the saga that it's extremely overwhelming for me to even think about diving into the whole SW universe and catch up.

I've been following you for a bit and your posts are just extremely interesting to me but again, sometimes I'm a little confused about certain things and so I wanted to ask you if you had any recommendations about where to start catching up (besides the movies which I will be binge watching soon hehe)

Hi! Welcome to Star Wars fandom, I hope you're having a good time! And around here we embrace being as nerdy as possible--I mean, fandom is such a mainstream thing these days, but I still like to embrace being a nerd about things because it leads to a lot more happiness, to just be silly and having a good time with the thing that tickles our brains.

But, yes, it is pretty overwhelming when you're first arriving, I still remember when I first came back to SW several years ago, having really only watched the movies as a kid, and there was All This Stuff and it seemed impossible to ever reach the deep end of the pool, and that was before the last seven years of books, games, movies, comics, etc. came out! I will hopefully set your mind at ease with this, though: The vast, vast majority of content that Star Wars puts out isn't anything I would consider "essential". It's wonderful, fantastic stuff! But a lot of us have just been around so long that we're combing through the finer details of supplementary material, rather than those being absolute Must-Read/Watch To Get A Feel For Star Wars.

My recommendations for How To Get A Feel For Star Wars is basically, start with the animated series and the live action series, they're the second layer of foundation in the Star Wars building, all the comics and novels and such will be built on them, and in this order: - The movies, this is the foundation on which everything else will be built. - The Clone Wars, season 1-6 are part of George Lucas' story and they're pretty essential (at least in this corner of SW fandom) to understanding wtf anyone is talking about or even watching many of the live action series. (Season 7 is fine and should be watched! It's just not part of Lucas' Star Wars.) - Star Wars: Rebels, starts off light-hearted but really is one of the best developed shows and does a lot of connective work between the prequels and the original trilogy. - The Mandalorian, set 9 years after Return of the Jedi, this show just massively blew up and while each season is slightly less well-done than the previous one (imo), it's well worth watching for wtf fandom is talking about half of the time. (The Book of Boba Fett is somewhat optional in this corner of fandom, but imo worth the watch. Generally, it should go Mando s1-2 --> TBOBF --> Mando s3.) - Obi-Wan Kenobi, because this corner of fandom lost our goddamned minds about it and still haven't gotten them back. - Andor, which is a really great show and, as long as you've watched Rogue One first, you'll follow along just fine. Does some solid connecting the dots between the prequels and the originals, but not as much as Rebels did. - Jedi: Fallen Order, you can look up a "movie" version on YouTube for the story of this game, which is a really good plot, has some great new characters, has some genuinely effective cameos, and will be referenced fairly often in other materials/in fandom.

If you're not feeling overwhelmed by All The Star Wars You've Consumed, I would personally suggest going for the comics next, over any of the novels. The novels are great! But the vast majority of them are self-contained and meant to be supplementary material even more than the comics, which get to tell bigger, more connected stories. I always suggest starting with: - Star Wars 2015 by Jason Aaron + Darth Vader 2015 by Kieron Gillen, both of which are really, solidly fantastic stories about the timeframe just after A New Hope, like there are so many absolutely banger lines that came out of these comics. I won't spoil them, just know that I think these were legitimately good comics, not just legitimately good Star Wars comics. (The first six issues of each series are meant to be read concurrently, but after that, you can just pick one and read in that specific title.) - Darth Vader: Dark Lord of the Sith 2017 by Charles Soule, which is set in the immediate aftermath of Revenge of the Sith. If Gillen's Vader keeps the mystique of the originals Unknowable Darth Vader, then Soule's Vader is more about the absolute BATSHIT DRAMA that is blending Anakin Skywalker and Darth Vader. This series is BANANAPANTS in the absolute best way. - Obi-Wan & Anakin 2015 by Charles Soule, which is a five-issue mini-series set between The Phantom Menace and Attack of the Clones and is both stunningly beautiful art and a solidly good plot that survives fairly serious analysis of. It's got some great worldbuilding details, but even more I like it for the look at why a young Anakin chooses to stay with the Jedi Order.

The one book I will recommend--for a list aimed at getting you caught up on what fandom is referencing--is the Revenge of the Sith novelization by Matthew Stover, that book is quoted constantly, and I'm not sure any other SW book has ever been as good as it is.

I feel like this is the best set of reading to get you familiarized with the source material that tends to come up the most! There's lots more that's really good, but once you get through the above, you can let me know what era or characters you're most interested in or if you have a specific question about something and want to see where it comes from!

But there's one thing to address and you're kinda going to have to figure out how to approach it on your own. 😂 There is a ton of stuff in SW fandom that's ostensibly from a book or a comic, but the version in fandom often comes from those who never actually read the books/haven't read them in a long time or are just picking them up from other fic and meta.

For example, the AgriCorps or Melida/Daan get referenced in fic and in posts all the time, but I wouldn't necessarily recommend reading the Jedi Apprentice series (I mean, I'm not your mom, feel free if you want to!) and often times how they're used in fic is not how they were used in the source material. Or the clones speaking Mando'a comes from the Legends books by Karen Traviss and she is a whole big can of ugly worms (both what she wrote and her IRL politics), as well as much of what she wrote was overwritten/discarded when The Clone Wars came out, but fandom likes the idea and so they put that into their fics (as they should, if they like it!). The idea of Mace using the lightsaber form of Vaapad is from Legends sources (the best source probably being the Shatterpoint novel by Matthew Stover, I'd guess?), same for his ability to see "shatterpoints" in the Force, which aren't part of Lucas' continuity or Disney's continuity, but fandom enjoys using them to flesh out Mace's character. This will get you started and, if you're looking for something more specific, feel free to ask, I enjoy these kinds of question--and don't feel you have to stick with any of the above if they're not fun for you. This is meant to be enjoyable, it's meant to have a good time, there's no wrong way to consume Star Wars media! <3

[dippindotsdio]

#1 Crush

Here's the full version of Pink in the Night. I also changed up bits from the little part I posted a while ago so don't be confused because it's not word for word anymore, enjoy!

Warnings: possessive & obsessive behavior, typical yan stuff Word count: 3.6k Gn reader, sfw

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You met Josuke at a young age, your mother and Tomoko were very close friends so it was only a matter of time before you two were introduced to one another. You and Josuke grew close rather quickly and ever since then you've been best friends (matter of fact he's been your only friend for a majority of your life.) He's the only person who seems to get you in this vast world.

As you two grew older, he began wanting to be at your side more and more. He would spend the night often during the summer, or you'd spend the night at Tomoko's although you were still scared to go to another's house then. He didn't mind though of course.

Whenever you were struggling with homework, he'd be there happy to help and explain as much as he could. When you woke up terrified because of an awful nightmare and woke him up out of fear, he'd be ready to reassure you that everything was going to be okay then help you go back go sleep. And on the days where you felt down and misunderstood by others around you, he'd be there and listen to you. He would always be there for you.

You were very appreciative of how patient he was with you, even as you two grew to be highschoolers. He seemed to be the only person who really wanted to understand you. Others were often too pushy with you, overly critical, or never bothered to understand why you didn't like certain things or acted certain ways. It was nice to know that not everyone wanted to fix you.

Whenever you had asked why he was so attached to you out of all people, he'd always respond with the thought that you were fun and your sense of self was unique, as well as your view of the world. He thought you were absolutely perfect as you were. So much so that he often had a look of pure adoration in his eyes when it came to you and it made your heart swell with unknown feelings whenever you happened to notice.

♡

At this point Josuke hadn't realised he developed a "little" crush on you yet. He just knew that the friendship you shared was something special, something irreplaceable. It was a bond he'd do anything to keep. You two shared so many memories after all. All of your birthday parties were spent with one another, many of the holidays you'd see him, and of course at school you'd be together. You two were inseparable!

During these times you also came to the conclusion that you really didn't need anyone else. Josuke was like your soulmate. He liked you and you liked him. You trusted him more than anyone else in the world. It'd be hard for someone else to gain your trust or develop such a deep bond with you as he did. No one could ever compare.

💕

Some days you'd miss school for reasons that were mostly out of your control. At first Josuke didn't mind because he knew he'd be able to see you the next day, but he was so lonely without your company. He could only ignore the feeling that was building up in his chest and restricting his breathing ever so slightly for so long.

During junior year he grew to hate those days. Why would you leave me? It was like he couldn't breathe properly when you weren't around. But he wasn't alone of course, people liked him and he had more acquaintances than he'd like, but none of them were you. His obsessive nature thrived and all he could do was think about you. He spent his time in class daydreaming about coddling you and how he should've been at your house playing games with you and what not. Of course you missed him plenty too, but it was no where near what he was feeling. Everything you felt for him was no where near what he felt for you.

This is also the year he begins to get more touchy. He starts holding your hands more, having his arm around your shoulder, embracing you, touching your face, brushing your hair... Whenever you two worked on homework together and you got everything right, he'd give you little side hugs. After being so affectionate for some time he began to realize that his feelings for you were more than just friendly. Why it took him so long, no one knows!

As for you, his constant presence never really bothered you, you liked the attention he gave you. You would even say you actively seeked it at times. Sometimes he was overwhelming though, mostly when he praised you over simple things. It felt belittling but you'd never voice how you felt about it. Other than that you thought it was nice...he was nice. Your mother often teased you two about when you were going to get together which made you flustered. Josuke just looked at you with those lovesick eyes of his and a saccharine smile as you stumbled over your words.

💕

Now that you two were old enough to go out on your own, that meant Josuke could take you to the rollerskating rink. It was something he wanted to do for a while and it quickly became one of your favorite ways to spend time together! He loved watching you skate around and occasionally pull him towards you so you two can skate along together. He watched a couple videos in advance and tried out some of the tricks, only successfully pulling off a few and the others leaving both of you a laughing mess.

Another spot you two would spend the day at was the park, it was a good place to find some peace from the world. Sitting on a bench with a tall tree shading you was such a simple activity but being there with him made you feel like nothing could ever go wrong in your life. The sounds nature provided you and Josuke's warmth was all it took to ease your mind.

💕

During your senior year you started receiving letters. First, you found them in your locker, then a handful later they started appearing in your backpack...which was concerning. They were really sweet though!

- "Hi, I just wanted to let you know...I think you're so cute!"

You had not a single clue who they could be from. You rarely interacted with your classmates, with the few exceptions of working with someone other than Josuke on a group project and other moments of small talk with peers. Either way you didn't pay much mind to them, so why would anyone pay attention to you? It's definitely a prank by another student, you had thought.

You asked Josuke about who they could be from but all he answered with was "probably a secret admirer". You laughed at him and he simply looked at you with a familiar fondness in his eyes. You brushed off his strange demeanor and decided to move onto a different topic of discussion.

You wondered if they could've been from Josuke himself for a brief moment, but no way...the handwriting and choice of words was pretty different. And he'd probably be upfront about his feelings, right? Nonetheless you began ignoring the letters and only read them whenever they were decorated prettily.

- "every little thing i do you're on my mind...the way i feel lately is driving me crazy.."

- "i can't get over you i think about you all the time"

Over time you noticed the contents were becoming more and more...odd, to say the least. This person would go on about certain things you did or how much they loved you. They'd write way too much about your habits and how cute they found them. You laughed at some of them, some prank this was! Yes, it was definitely a prank, you kept telling yourself, trying to convince yourself no one was actually being a creep towards you. At least your senior year was coming to an end and those letters would stop.

...

Well that was what you thought. You'd graduated and been out of highschool for a few months now and still, those letters managed to show up. They were less frequent, but getting more uncomfortable.

"I wish I could be around you all the time. I love you so much. I love everything about you, the way you talk, smell, fix your hair, and your eyes, your eyes are so pretty. I want them to look at me for the rest of time. You're so pretty, I want you so bad, I want you all for myself. It's not fair... I hope you accept my feelings one day, [y/n]. I think I'd die if I couldn't have you." It was written messily with words like "love" and "you" written darker than the rest.

You were beginning to worry, obviously this person was someone who knew your schedule and was probably close to you. Josuke kept reassuring you it was nothing but when you began being refusing to leave the house and holed yourself up in your room out of paranoia, he offered to get rid of whoever was sending those letters. It should've been so obvious...but you trusted him, the sweet and thoughtful Josuke who you spent most of your days with wouldn't be this weird to you. You really hoped it wasn't..

- "i just wanna be yours"

Josuke didn't mean to freak you out as much as he did, he just wanted to know what your reaction could be to his unfiltered feelings for you. It made him a little disheartened to know you felt so uncomfortable but he understood that receiving those kinds of words from a stranger would be concerning. He could only hope that you would accept all of him when the time finally came.

💌

You didn't know how, and he wouldn't elaborate either, but the letters did stop. You hugged him tightly with your head resting on his shoulder as you thanked him and told him you were forever grateful. His body tensed up and his eyes widened but quickly he returned the hug, relaxing in your arms. A delusional smile formed on his lips and a sweet warmth spread across his face. He held onto you with possessive hands, his grip ever so slowly getting tighter and tighter until you spoke once more.

"I don't know what I'd do without you." You mumbled.

Were you trying to kill him? His heart skipped a beat and time seemed to stop as you kept him encased in your arms. You had no idea what those words were doing to him, his mind was racing with utterly delusional thoughts of you. Thoughts of how much he knew you needed him now, how he'd do anything to make you happy, to protect you, keep you safe, and make you stay by his side for the rest of your life. He'd do it all with a lovesick smile on his face and pure obsession swirling in his violet eyes.

💜

With the help of each of your moms and having saved up for months, you two were eventually able to move into a small but cozy apartment together and lived relatively peaceful lives. Well aside from Josuke beginning to show unmistakable signs of his possessive behavior towards you.

Since you two worked separate jobs he couldn't be around you nearly as much as he wanted to (even though you still spent a good chunk of time together.) He was always thinking about you. Wondering if you were okay, if anyone was getting close to you, talking to you, trying to take you away from him, or god forbid if anyone other than him was touching you. It drove him insane being away from you for more than a few hours, it was a miracle he could still work well with how much you were on his mind.

He'd hug you for a few minutes after especially long days and asked you how your day was while resting his head on your shoulder. You of course always indulged him which put the thoughts of you leaving him at ease. Oh how he loved having you in his arms... This was where you belonged, with him, in his arms, and safe from the world. He was so warm and so strong, he always made you feel nice...and it would drive him even more mad if you ever told him that.

💜

He began thinking that you liked him back romantically because of how much you indulged in his behavior. He was never clear about his feelings with you, but he knew that you two were blurring the lines between a platonic and romantic relationship for a while now. It didn't help that you weren't clear about how you felt either, so of course he thought you liked him back! You must've been too shy to say anything, how cute.

Truthfully though, you weren't completely sure as to how you felt about him. Yes, you loved and cared about him more than anyone else in your life and he was basically all you knew at this point...your face would still heat up from all the affection and attention he gave you, even after so many years. Really there was no reason for you not to be romantically interested in him. So you left it at that, unsure but you wouldn't mind if he wanted to begin officially dating.

💜

After a couple months Josuke grew tired and decided if he couldn't see you outside the house, then nobody could. He eventually convinced you to work from home, saying things like, "Y'know if I'm not there I can't protect you." And "Don't you remember how weird people can be?" For a moment you thought that maybe Josuke was being overprotective, you were an adult now, you could take care of youself. But another part of you thought he was right... You trusted him with everything in your heart, he knew you better than anyone else, he was just looking out for you.

He began feeling more at ease knowing that you were 98% safer now since you were home when he wasn't with you. He still felt like he couldn't breathe properly without you in the same room as him, but it was better than anyone else enjoying your presence.

💜

As a way to prevent you from growing bored of staying home for so long, he made sure you two went out to other places (mostly the park) when there was time. It was nice to know that even as an adult the park still gave you a sense of normalcy (something you were quickly losing while living with Josuke.) Even if he was quickly falling into the depths of his obsession, he was still so thoughtful when it came to you.

Something about walking the familiar path to your little spot was so nice. No matter how hectic life got, as long as you were able to walk along it with Josuke by your side, you'd always feel like everything would be okay.

"I've always loved being here, y'know? I feel like this is my other home as stupid as it may sound." You started as you stared out into the lightly clouded sky underneath a shaded bench. Josuke turned to you with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"It's not stupid, but I didn't know you liked it here so much. I kinda thought you'd get tired of it by now." He admitted. Sometimes you'd have a blank look on your face and it made him overthink, but really you were content, maybe even your happiest.

You let out a small laugh, "I don't think I'd ever get tired. It's too pretty here! The clouds always make me so happy...sometimes I wish we could be here all the time." A smile crept up to your lips and you glanced over to him. He met your eyes with everlasting adoration and reached out to place a hand on yours. You interlaced fingers and promptly looked away as your smile grew.

"You make being here so much nicer... You don't talk too much or talk too little and you know how to appreciate silence. I'm so glad I get to spend all this time with you, Josuke. I feel like...like this is how it was always meant to be. Just you and me, against the world!" You laughed and gave his hand a little squeeze, trying to hide the embarrassment you felt from sharing the last thought.

Josuke sat there looking at you, trying so hard to keep everything contained. You basically confessed to him, didn't you??? How could you say that and not expect him to think that you also loved him? This was it. This was the moment that made him realise it's been long enough for him to let you know how he really felt.

He simply agreed with you, that this was all fate and your conversation moved elsewhere. Your park date ended an hour or so later after you two decided to head back home and end the day with a movie night.

💜

For the rest of the day, your words plagued Josuke's mind. If he didn't confess soon, his heart would crack, and like a breaking dam all his love would drown you. He was worried about scaring you away but he knew deep down you'd stay by his side, especially after what you had said earlier.

So that night he planned to give you his confession, and with it his heart, whether you wanted it or not.

💗

You were about to go to bed after having finished the movie when Josuke grabbed your hand to stop you. You turned back and were about to question him but the look in his eyes kept you quiet.

"I'm in love with you, I think I've loved you ever since we were kids but only realized it in highschool...but these feelings- these feelings, they've just kept growing and growing and growing all this time" He reached for your other hand and delicately intertwined your fingers with his. "I can't take it anymore, the longer I keep all this inside me, the more I feel like I'll go crazy. All I can ever think about is you and how much you mean to me and how I need to be with you all the time." His breathing grew unsteady and you could hear the desperation climbing up his throat. "I want you to be mine...and I wanna be yours." He spoke softly but there was an unmistakable seriousness in his tone. He fixed his eyes on yours as he poured his heart out to you. It felt like he was staring into your very soul and you got a taste of the overwhelming, sickly sweet feelings he held for you. His eyes were so intense and darker than normal, you felt like the longer you gazed into them you'd begin to drown in all that love.

His confession made your heart flutter, hell it even made the skin on your face burn up like crazy. You never expected him to say something so....endearing? You were almost in shock, but of course the guy who doesn't want you spending time alone with anyone but him is in love with you.

You'd been friends this long and you two have already been crossing the boundaries of a normal friendship, why not accept his feelings? And you already told yourself if he ever said anything that you'd go with it, so that's what you did.

"I love you too."

His eyes lit up with something unrecognizable and he pulled you into a tight hug, making your body freeze at the sudden intense contact.

"I'm so happy. To finally hear you say it back... I love you so much." he mumbled into your shoulder. "I love you more than you could ever know, [y/n]."

All you could do was hug him back and try to contain a large smile but ultimately fail. You had a feeling this wasn't normal. You've been aware that the things he'd done may not have been completely normal for a while now, but you couldn't help but love his unhealthy feelings for you. It almost made you feel guilty.

You never understood why you were the one he loved so deeply, even after he explained, but you couldn't care when his arms always wrapped around you so lovingly. He made you feel so many things you've never experienced before and you loved it. The way he seemed to remember every single thing about you, got you the most thoughtful gifts, and how every time he touched you it was so sweet and gentle. All the heartwarming little things he'd say to you, and only you, they gave you butterflies and made your heart swell so much. He gave you all the attention no one else could ever give to you, and you were possibly obsessed with it as much as he was obsessed with you...

Josuke finally let you go after what felt like forever but gave you a look like he still had something he wanted. He broke eye contact and his lips turn up into an awkward smile, your expression turning to one of slight confusion.

"You're so cute, y'know? Sometimes when I look at you, and you give me that weird look, I just wanna kiss every inch of your face and see that pretty smile of yours." Your eyes widened and you felt your heart bloom further.

"You're too much, Josuke. I don't know if I can handle you being so...uh" You looked away to hide your growing smile but it didn't do much. He was absolutely ecstatic to see he had such an effect on you, seeing you smile so widely was all he ever needed.

"You are so cute."

--- I've reread this so many times to ensure it was as perfect as I could make it but I always thought there could be something worded better each time and at that rate I never would've posted this. I feel like this is kinda all over the place and I apologize if the writing is awkward at some points, this went on a lot longer than I intended. Yan josuke is so fun to write though. Also sorry for the strange/abrupt end, I had no idea how to end it.