#if soul mates are a thing...i'll stop that thought there

[gateskp]

This is a story followers from Twitter and BSky know, but since I'm getting into Tumblr, I figured I'd share.

I'm very much in love with my best friend from college. He is the unrequited love of my life. I refer to him as The One I Love. And tonight I fell in love with him all over again.

In college, people thought we were dating because we were (and still are) so close. We did have class together every single day for a full semester and then class together multiple times a week for semesters after that. We'd hang out in the bio student lounge and watch TV on his laptop together. I made him a Pokeball birthday cake for his 21st birthday because he is a ridiculous nerd and loves Pokemon (no shade, I'm also a ridiculous nerd). When we had evening classes that ended at 9pm, I'd drive him home to make sure he got home safe and quickly. He made me laugh and smile and enjoy, y'know, living, which was something I didn't always enjoy in college.

We...did a lot of things that could definitely be construed as couple activities. But we were not a couple. Just very close, excellent complements of each other, with a hint of feelings on my part.

Side note: It's actually fairly entertaining to look back on because in our practical lab classes, our professors deliberately paired us up because we worked so well together (the assumption being because we were a couple).

Side note 2: He is a very attractive guy imo, and I semi-jokingly call him a ridiculously hot nerd. I'm queer and fall somewhere in ace land, so I do enjoy admiring him but there's nothing sexual about our relationship. Which I think has helped it in a good way.

He calls me every week and we talk. Like. For 2-3 hours *every week*. This has been going on for literally 2 years. Originally he started calling me to talk about shows we were watching, but now we talk about anything and everything. There's a lot of venting about grad school (we're both PhD-ing) and just...being there for each other. I love it. He listens to me ramble and he tells me stories and interesting tidbits and whatever. It's very give-and-take. Our weekly calls strengthened and cemented my feelings for him.

He knows my feelings because 2 years ago (?? how has it been that long) I wrote him a(n 8 page) love letter conveying my feelings and that led to a very awkward conversation about how feelings were not returned. I still think we use different language to describe similar things BUT ANYWAY. I respect that we don't see things the same way, much as it may hurt. That's what it means to love someone, respecting their feelings and experiences and personhood.

Side note 3: I have this secret fantasy about what our future could look like and I'm not going to let it go until there's no hope at all. He is one of the most important people in my world, and I truly only want the best for him. His health and happiness is tantamount to nothing, and whatever role I play in that, so be it. If he found another person who brought him even a fraction of the feelings he brings me, I'd officiate the wedding myself. What matters more than anything else is that I have my closest friend in my life and we remain close. Whatever it takes...

What's amazing(?) is that our relationship...it's gotten even stronger since then. That conversation was...A Lot...but I think it made whatever we have even stronger. It definitely didn't get worse.

I look forward to to our calls. They're part of my routine, I deliberately set aside this time on Thursday nights for him. I do not allow things to be scheduled for Thursday nights. Thursday nights are for The One I Love and no one else.

When we're talking to each other...I feel connected to another person. The world exists outside of my day-to-day bubble. I feel like...when I talk to him, I feel like there's a person who cares about what happens to me.

One night a couple of years ago I told him about my mental health struggles. It was something I don't think he fully recognised I was dealing with in college. But I was really struggling and having a hard time and I just couldn't pretend everything was okay on the phone. So I asked him if I could tell him, he said yes, so I told him everything. And it was really hard for me to do that, there was a lot of starting and stopping and stuttering (I stutter a lot anyway, this was worse). And at the end of it all, I told him that I knew what I just said was a lot and I understood if he needed some space or didn't want to talk for a while or whatever, because that's how people reacted in the past. There have been people who've decided to stop being friends with me because this is too much, and I understood if he felt that way because it's a lot. I wouldn't hold it against him.

And he just said "I'm still here." He said he wasn't going anywhere. And he hasn't.

More than once I've made self-deprecating jokes because how else does one deal with their terrible mental health and he reminds me that he cares. He has confidence in me when I don't. Once I texted him on a Friday night and told him to tell me something good that happened to him that day because I was having a really tough night and needed to hear something positive was happening in the world. He responded by calling me and being there for me.

We trust each other with things that no one else knows. It means the world to me that he'll tell me things that he won't tell anyone else, and I will take his secrets to the grave. Trust is...complicated for me. But I trust him. He won't hurt me. It's something I've had to really come to terms with, here is someone who I can be vulnerable around who won't hurt or manipulate me.

Last year I saw him for the first time since 2017 and it was like no time had passed at all. We spent 4 days together. I took him to see his first Broadway show, Hadestown, which was the only show he's ever been really eager to see. He took me to see SPACE at the Illuminarium because he knows how much I geek out over space, how awe-inspiring I find it. He talked me out of dropping $700 on a Flash comic, which was extremely wise. I tried and failed to cook, which he doesn't let me forget. He got me hooked on anime, which was apparently his deviously secret plan all along (which shocked me but I absolutely love it). I "made" him split half a gallon of Blue Bell ice cream with me because I hadn't had it in years (it took 0 effort, the man has no control when it comes to sweets and I tease him about it constantly). We helped his friend move. We sat on the couch on our laptops silently enjoying each other's presence.

It was truly the best long weekend I've had in who-knows-how-long. If the rest of my life looked like that weekend, I think I would be happy. Genuinely wonderfully happy and enjoying life.

The day I had to leave, I completely lost it. He gave me a goodbye hug and I completely broke down on his shoulder because I'd just had the best weekend in living memory and was going back to my quickly-approaching preliminary exam and having issues with my advisors. He knew all of this. I sobbed on his shoulder, and he held onto me. He didn't let go until he knew I stopped crying and was safe to drive. (I cried on and off the entire 7 hours drive)

I have pictures of us from this trip on my desk in lab, and they always make me smile, they have so much positivity associated with them. They also made it onto my Christmas card.

I'm going to see him again next month when I run the marathon in his city. We have a growing list of things to do which is entirely dessert places he wants to take me to, because we both love dessert and sweets. Tonight we were talking about when I might come down. I told him it's completely up to him because he has to put up with me and my bullshit. The race is on a Sunday, so I'd come down as early as the Tuesday before.

He doesn't know his schedule yet because science and experiment timing can be tricky. But he might be taking Wednesday off. He said he already plans on spending all day Thursday with me.

Tonight I fell in love all over again.

[taskforce420]

leaked. simon 'ghost' riley

it was obvious something had happened, the way people stared at you as you walked past them, they watched as your hips moved, and chest bounced. however- you couldn't understand why everyone had taken some kind of liking to your figure randomly. there was no need for them to, you wore the same kind of clothes everyday around the base.

it wasn't until your captain jogged over to you and pulled you into his office, along with your fellow team mates, that you finally realised something bad had happened. it was obvious that your captain, price, felt a little uncomfortable in explaining the situation. he stumbled over his words a little, he cleared his throat far to much and for gods sake- why does he keep pacing?!

"for christ sake cap, what's goin' on?" you finally spoke up, looking at him and everyone else in the room with a frown. price, and the others looked down as you spoke, apart from one. ghost.

"the fella you, stupidly, got yourself associated with- has leaked somethin' of yours" ghost spoke with his awfully dull tone. you could have sworn you felt you heart and soul leave your body, my eyes stayed glued to his.

"what.." you finally muttered out, in complete and utter disbelief. the man you once trusted with those kind of photos had completely disregarded your wishes of deleting those images you had sent him a while ago.

"he hasn't sent them to anyone, but he's been showing them to people." ghost continued on, crossing his arms across his chest and looking down at you. he was...disappointed in you, thought you were better then to send those kind of photos to someone; but we all know he didn't understand why you did what you did, he doesn't understand why anyone does it to be honest.

you were stunned, how the hell were you supposed to get out of this? sure you could talk to that foolish man you once liked, but that probably wouldn't end very well, you couldn't delete it off his phone..

"what am i supposed to do?" you finally spoke up, your voice a little shaky and desperate. it was embarrassing to admit but you sent those photos because he asked you to and you thought, you liked him; but little did you know you was using him as a distraction. trying to keep you feelings hidden for someone else.

it sounds bad, but he was using you just as much as you were using him. he only cared about one thing, nudes, and he was willing to do whatever he could to get them off you and if that meant filling your head with sweet nothings then that's exactly what he'd do.

price looked up as you spoke, he heard the pain in your voice and god it was horrible. he knew about the issues of men leaking photos around the base, it happened more often then he'd like to admit, but seeing you in this mess; a sweet, caring lady with the desire to do good and treat those around her with nothing but respect, pissed him off.

it pissed everyone off, soap, gaz, but one in particular was ghost.

you couldn't tell, but his eyes were squinted, his teeth clenched, his breathing heavy, and his hand squeezing his own bicep out of anger. sure, it was annoyed at you, but he was far more angry at the man who threw your trust out of the window and purposefully showed you off. how could he?!

"i'll talk to em'" ghost finally spoke up, you and the others looked at him, dumbfounded.

"si, you don't have to do that. i-i'll handle it on my own, after all its m-" he cut you off, you were right. it was your own fault, but he knew how you felt and he was not about to let you deal with it on your own.

"don't be daft, i'll sort it" and he was gone. straight out the door of caps office. the door slammed behind him and you bit your cheek nervously.

"well, thats tha' sorted" soap said, and god was he right.

it was only the next day, and people stopped staring. their eyes no longer followed you or your chest as you walked, no, instead they stared at the ground or simply refused to look your way. it was hard not to smile to yourself. oh, simon. the man you are.

it was now even more harder to mask your feelings for him, he helped you, without a second thought.

where you walked into his office to ask him about it, he immediately looked up at you, his hands stopped typing away at the computer. you let out a small hi, as you closed the door to his office and made your way to the desk.

he replied with a small nod of his head and a quick, you okay?. "im okay, thank you for talking to him" tilting your head a little with a small smile.

he took notice of you small gesture and smirked under his mask, so pretty.. he leaned back into the chair. "'course love".

[luminescenttluna]

Genshin Fontaine soul mate au

Lyney

[y/n]'s request for a week off from work had finally been approved, they knew that their vacation was far overdue. A break away would be nice, maybe even a break away from liyue in general.. They liked their nation, but they never really actually gone anywhere so a change of things would be appreciated, maybe even an adventure.. they don't really want to go to inazuma, mondstat isn't really where they want to go either.. they're not really feeling like going to sumeru either... perhaps Fontaine? Yes, Fontaine sound like it would be fun.

[Y/n] never really bother to chase the red string that connected their finger to their soul mate's finger. They figured they would probably never meet them, not to mention, they just didn't have time to go out on a random goose chase. However today would be different, today they were going to go on an adventure. After all, why not? They're off for about a whole week so why stay at home when they have time to wonder around instead of stay in the confines of their home in Liyue? Fontaine sounds like it'd be interesting, those who travel from there always have interesting stories to tell, [y/n] was always fascinated by their stories after all; each and every story from an adventurer from Fontaine had a unique story to tell, who could blame them for trying to unearth their stories?

"ok... This is a first time actually leaving.. this should be everything that I'll need.." [y/n] mumbled to themselves. Then they noticed that their string led exactly where they wanted to go. Perhaps they could indulge themselves for once and follow the string though maybe they should use their map. They shrugged off the idea of following the string and pulled their map out and began their adventure. 

Now all that was left was to just head off for their adventure, they knew the would have to pass through Sumeru but they were not going to stop at Sumeru. [y/n] also knew that they would have to prepare to cross the desert, however they were unsure of how long of a journey it would be with the desert. Hopefully it wouldn't be too much of a hassle but [y/n] knew that it would be worth all the effort, from what they heard about Fontaine, [y/n] could tell that it was a beautiful nation. Now, they just needed to see it for themselves. With enough determination, they would be able to pull it off and see the beauty that Fontaine has to offer.

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Getting past the desert was more exhausting than what they had thought it would be but [y/n] managed to pull it off. When they go through it again, they'll be more prepared now that they know what to expect. They weren't too fond of the sand that just wouldn't stay out from their shoes but that was all over.. until they have to cross back again to go home. However, that's a worry for another time, now to focus on the present. Fontaine.

[y/n] walked the trail, pausing to admire the small animals and scenery. The waterfalls that they came across really left them breathless, the beautiful hues of blue, crystal water a shade of blue they never seen before. "so stunning.." They felt like a child lost in a candy store, everything was so beautiful, they knew that they would definitely use the scenery for their paintings. [y/n] continued to walk around, taking in everything that Fontaine had to offer. Then they spotted a rainbow rose, they crouched down next to it and closely observed the details in the petals for that would come in handy. Ideas for their next painting already coming to them. 

They got up, and continued their adventure. Their next destination was Fontaine city, they needed to know what it looked like, what the shops looked like, what everything looked like. That is when they realized that their string goes exactly to Fontaine. "So my soul mate must live in Fontaine.." [y/n] continued, although slightly curious as to what they soul mate looked like but their main focus at that moment was getting to Fontaine city.

Eventually, they arrived at their destination. "if only I remembered my camera I would have been able to take some photos for later.. oh well" and then they saw him. There he was, right there in front of them a little ways away but still right in front of them. Damn, he was stunning, they were in awe. [y/n] never thought that they would see someone so.. beautiful but there he was right in front of them. Then they noticed others around him, a girl helping him with the tricks he was performing; she had blonde hair as well and similar appearance to their soul mate. Then there was another person, shorter blonde hair that was lighter than the other two. 

[y/n] remained off to the side, not really wanting to be noticed, at least not right away. They wanted to continue to observe what was going on. The little magic show was something that they don't really get to see on the day to day basis so this was entirely new to them. "My, who do we have here? Charmed to meet you" Now he was directly in front of them. He bent down, lifted their hand, then pressed a gentle kiss to the top of their knuckles. [y/n] had no idea how to respond to the action that he displayed, they needed to say something but words just would not form at that moment.

"I am Lyney, the greatest magician of Teyvat." He said, now standing up straight. "I'm [y/n]" Finally, they were able to get the words out of their mouth. "so you're my soul mate" Lyney mused. "yeah..." Still not quite able to get over their shock, maybe they'll get to get to know each other more before they have to head back to Liyue. 

"How about we meet up at the café down the town tomorrow?" [y/n] was really quick to agree to Lyney's suggestion. Things will surely be more interesting in life now.

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Lynette

[y/n] was diving around the waters of Fontaine, collecting what they needed for their little experiment, to see how certain items acted when placed together. [y/n] prefers their solitude, they'd rather indulge in their hobbies and curiosities instead of socializing amongst the people, it also provides them more emotional control when they're off on their own. However, they're not against having someone to share their hobbies either. The possibilities of them having a soul mate is something that's never really crossed their mind either, I mean, if it happens then it happens but it wasn't all that much a concern to them. Besides; their world has always been in shades of black and white, they just figured it would remain like that.. little did they know...

[y/n] got out of the ocean and took their diver's helmet off, ready to get started with their little experiment. Placing their finds in their basket, they headed off to Fontaine. They wanted to look around before they headed home, after all there was always something to do. 

"-Come get your tickets! Come over here to but you tickets to Lyney's magic show!" 

huh? A magic show? how curious.. [y/n] walked over to the sell that was going on, intrigued by the idea of there being a magic show so soon. [y/n] never really went to one in the first place but perhaps this once wouldn't hurt? Shame that it's going to be in dull colors though, [y/n] would have loved to see what the colors that people speak so fondly of look like.. oh well maybe it'll happen. They then shrug the thought off as they purchase their ticket.

The show would start on a Tuesday that week at 5 in the afternoon. [y/n] began to look forward to the magic show.. they were not sure as to why but they could tell that it was going to be quite an experience.. who knows, maybe something completely unforgettable will happen? But anyways, now is time to PATENTLY wait though [y/n] has never really been all that good at containing their excitement which is why they never really let themselves fully experience it without it essentially being somewhat controlled but perhaps it will be alright this time.

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It's now the day of the magic show, [y/n] could barely contain their excitement. They were not sure why, but something was telling them that today was going to be the day.. what exactly did that mean? They had no idea. They're not against the idea of it either, they knew that today was going to be different.. now the question is, how exactly is it going to be different? well, they'd have to find out for themselves.

[y/n]'s seat was in the very front row as well, kind of ironic in a good way. They took their seat then began to 'patiently' wait for the show to start.

"Welcome everyone, I am the great magician Lyney and this is my dear sister and assistant Lynette!" [y/n] and Lynette looked at each other at the right time and everything exploded into color. Their worlds no longer the black and white that they once knew. [y/n] eye's were starting to hurt from how bright everything now was, everything is in so many different shades of colors, [y/n] never dared to even dream of their world being this bright and colorful.. they also quickly found themselves getting a little overwhelmed with how bright everything was.

Lynette was a little taken aback with how her world has suddenly burst into color though she was able to quickly adjust to the new situation. Lynette went back on autopilot mode and began helping Lyney with his tricks. She would have to inform Lyney later but right now, there is a show to perform and audiences to entertain.

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It was now 9 at night, [y/n] gave their applause as the curtains closed. The show was far beyond what they had expected to see.. They now knew what it feels like to see color, the overwhelming joy was a type of joy they had not experienced since they were a young child, one they didn't dare not to let go. Now they were curious.. would they get to meet their soul mate? They hoped so.

"excuse me [p/p], the twins would like to meet with you in the back" [y/n] was pulled out of their thoughts, they weren't really prepared for conversation but hopefully it's to get to know the person who literally brought color into their life. "Uh sure, lead the way." [y/n] proceeded to follow the mad to the changing rooms where Lyney and Lynette were at.

"My, so you're my dear sister's soul mate!" The magician exclaimed excitedly. "brother.." Lynette sighed while blowing the steam that came from her freshly made tea. "uh...yeah, I am" [y/n] never really anticipated this to happen at all, if they knew then they'd prepared for it. "sorry, I uh.." [y/n] trails off, not knowing what to say but fearing it to be considered rude to not say anything. Damn what to say? [y/n] didn't know but they needed to say something. Lynette took a sip of tea, completely unbothered.

[y/n] glanced over to Lynette, and admired how pretty she was... the urge to braid her ponytail suddenly came on but they shook it off right as soon as it appeared. [y/n] then looked over at Lyney, their words just wouldn't come out, it genuinely frustrated them. "So uh... you're Lyney and Lynette?" [y/n] inquired.. "that would be correct!" Lyney giggled while [y/n] awkwardly stood there, not knowing what else to say, they never been good at conversation.

Lynette cleared her throat to grab both Lyney's and [y/n]'s attention. "would you like some tea, it's quite calming." Lynette must have been able to tell that [y/n] was getting anxious. "yes please" [y/n] answered. Lynette brewed some more tea then handed it to [y/n]. "Do be careful, it's hot." [y/n] nodded. "thank you, Lynette" [y/n]'s heart was getting all fluttery, at this point they'd be convinced that they're having a panic attack but they weren't feeling panicky in the slightest bit.

perhaps, this will be the beginning to everything.. both [y/n] and Lynette looked forward to it.

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Freminet

[y/n] laid there in their bed dreaming about what their soul mate would be like, would they be shy? or maybe confident? perhaps sweet and caring? Would he be adorable? [y/n] bets they'll find their soul mate to be adorable. What would he look like? Would he have red hair? Maybe dark brown? or.. black? What about blonde? Would his eyes be brown? Or would they be light? Ooo what if they're green? Or blue! Would they have short hair or long hair? [y/n] wonders if they even have a soul mate, they hope they do.. They would love to meet them one day. Perhaps a nice drawing for the day.. [y/n] loved to draw on themselves although they were always told that they'd end up giving their soul mate lead poisoning, however they knew that their favorite markers were safe for being on skin so they continued drawing on their skin. Who knows, maybe they'll be able to meet their soul mate this way.

"What color for today.. Hmm..." [y/n] had trailed off, trying to decide on which color in their rainbow collection of sparkly markers to use today. "Ah! Blue! Blue it is today!" [y/n] grabbed the marker and began to draw on their thigh, they decided that a little scene with penguins would compliment the blue sparkly hue of the marker that they're using. "Just a touch here... Ah! Perfect!" their art was now complete. They sat there admiring the art the rested right up above their knee, and the way it sparkled added to it. Now that that's been done, all that's left now is to go take a stroll around or grab what they need, they're free for most of the day anyways so why not?

[y/n] checked to see if they needed to grab anything, whether it be art supplies, groceries, or basic hygiene products, turns out they were running low on paint so off they went to grab some paint. [y/n] wondered if they'd find some paint with some glitter, after all; little glitter never hurts anything. luckily their favorite art salesman is in Fontaine city this month, he does travel around Fontaine quite a bit trying to make a profit off of his supplies.

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"lets see... Yes! This is exactly what I was looking for!" [y/n] found the [f/c] paint AND it has sparkles! They purchased the paint they found then continued on their way after bidding the art salesman goodbye. They then came across a stall that had all kinds of snacks, ranging from all kinds of freshly baked goods. [y/n] browsed around before deciding on buying a loaf of bread. The brownies were really tempting but [y/n] knew that if they bought the brownies, they'd never make it home with the brownies so they bought the loaf of bread instead. There were so many shops in the city to visit, so many of different varieties, [y/n] wanted to visit each one.

[y/n] continued to browse around before deciding to go home so they could put away their new things. They placed their bread up then went to their art room and put their paints in the rainbow order that they have going on. "perfect" [y/n] muttered as they finished with their little order. They then start fixing themselves something to eat, perhaps [f/f] will do. They grab the ingredients to begin cooking.

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It was now late in the evening which was a perfect time for a stroll along side the beach and admire the scenery around it. Then [y/n] spotted him. He had the same exactly drawing on his thigh as they did with their thigh. He had short blonde hair with blue eyes. [y/n] thought he looked cute so they walked right up to him. "Hi! You must be my soul mate!" [y/n] paused, they didn't quite think that through and it honestly sounded better in their head but they decided to just roll with it. The blonde boy silently stood there not sure as to what to sat to such a bold statement. "uh..." He trailed off. [y/n] excitedly motioned at their leg, the drawing that was on their leg was also on him.

[So you're the one... who has been drawing these.." [y/n] eagerly nodded, overjoyed to have finally met their soul mate. It was the moment that they had finally dreamed of all their life since when they first learned what a soul mate was. "I did draw them! Oh how rude of me, my name is [y/n], you are?" "I am Freminet... pleasure to meet you [y/n]"

[y/n] thought that Freminet was adorable, they couldn't believe that he was their sole mate but they wouldn't have it any other way. "Do you want to get to know each other over dinner at a restaurant?" [y/n] quietly waited for an answer. 

"I would love to" Freminet agreed.

"great! How about we meet up at 5pm?"

"that sounds like a good idea"

Arlecchino

this one will be short as I'm unsure how to write for her.

[y/n] sat down next to Arleccino, [y/n] had traced the words that had already been said, almost as if they were reminiscing. "reminiscing again?" Arleccino hummed while she worked on some paperwork that she had. "What can I say? It's a fond memory~" [y/n] teased then nuzzled their head further into Arlecchino's warmth. [y/n] had always been a natural tease, but also a massive sweetheart. To be honest, [y/n] would probably also burn the world for their soul mate aka their partner without even a second thought.

'You do have an alluring aspect to you...'

'yeah, though I could say the same for you'

"I must admit myself that it is quite the fond memory" Arlecchino musses while [y/n] continues to lay there before nodding off. Arlecchino hums to herself as she glances at [y/n] who looked rather peaceful while in their slumber. "I suppose the paperwork can wait just this once." With that, she lifted [y/n] up, then carried them bridal style to their shared bedroom. She placed them on the bed before getting ready to leave.

"no... don't leave so soon..." [y/n] had their eyes half open but just mere seconds from falling back asleep. "alright, if that is what you wish for then I shall oblige in your request" With that, Arlecchino climbed into the bed next to [y/n]. [y/n] rested their head on her chest then fell asleep to the sound of her heartbeat acting as their personal little lullaby. Arlecchino ran her finger through [y/n]'s hair, quietly humming to herself, the setting itself was rather calming if she does say so herself. Arlecchino readjusted her arms into a more comfortable position before resting her eyes for a little nap, besides it's not like a small nap with her significant other is going to harm anything.

Furina

Furina sat in the living room in [y/n]'s lap, they were trying to decide what to do for the day but just couldn't make up their mind. "Maybe a stroll around town? although we've done that many times before.." [y/n] sighed, they really didn't where they wanted to go, at the same time though not really wanting to go anywhere in particular. Both ends of the red string connecting both Furina to [y/n], the exact way they met.

[y/n] followed the red string due to intense curiosity and that is how the came across Furina. [y/n] giggled as they remembered the shocked look of her face, it was an adorable expression that [y/n] will treasure. They gently grabbed Furina's chin and moved her face to where the could kiss her, flustering her in the prosses. "you are incredibly adorable, you know that?" Furina was flustered beyond words, the simple little action always flusters her. 

[y/n] lifts Furina up then stands up themselves, they didn't want their little cuddle session to end so soon. They carried her into the kitchen then placed her down next to them while Furina still had her arms wrapped around [y/n]. [y/n] grabbed the ingredients needed to bake a cake, they felt a little crafty, the type that baking would solve. 

"Ooo what are you making" [y/n] smiled at Furina's enthusiasm, finding it to be the cutest thing. "it's going to be a [f/f] cake with [f/c] icing" [y/n] grabbed the icing that they planned on using and placed it off to the side then prepared all the baking ingredients into the cake pan while trying to keep Furina from tasting the cake batter before it's done cooking. [y/n] then placed the cake into the oven then began waiting for it to finish baking.

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They cake was taken out of the over and placed on a spot to cool so [y/n] could decorate it. [y/n] looked at Furina then kissed the tip of her nose, watching the way her nose scrunched up at the display of affection. "I know I say this all the time but you are incredibly adorable, Furina~" [y/n] brushed a strand of hair away from Furina's face while Furina sported a light shade of red.

"No I am not!" Furina pouted while folding her arms across her chest, [y/n] let out a little snicker at the action displayed. "you are though, especially right now~" [y/n] opened the icing, swiped a some over her lips then started to decorate the cake.

Chlorinde

might be a little ooc

[y/n] has spent years longing for the possibility of meeting their soul mate, wondering who they could be. They kept rereading the sentence that's on their wrist, trying to decipher just who their soul mate could be. They wondered when they would meet their soul mate, would it be sooner or would it even happen at all? What does their soul mate even look like? What do they like doing in their spare time? Do they have a profession? [y/n] could never get the questions out of their mind

'you should really be more careful'

'woah..'

Regardless of how hard they tried, they just couldn't seem to get anywhere in regards of their soul mate. It was a never ending cycle, though they never really made an effort to stop the cycle. [y/n] gets up, gets dressed, then goes to take care of anything that they need to before heading out to Fontaine city.

"I need groceries, I've ran low." [y/n] muttered to themselves while on the trip to the city, all they really needed was some fruit, vegetables, herbs, and bread. "ah yes, this should do" They walked up to a shop that had all that they needed minus the bread then bought what they needed.

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While lost in thought; [y/n] continued walk around, not really paying attention to where they are going. Then the crashed into someone hard enough to knock them onto their ass. "sorry, I wasn't paying attention-" The woman standing before [y/n] was stunning, she was the definition of gorgeous that it rendered [y/n] speechless.

"You should really be more careful" Chlorinde extended a hand to help [y/n] up. [y/n] continued to sit there, not realizing the hand that's in front of their face. "woah..." was all [y/n] could muster... then it hit them both. they're each other's soul mates. [y/n] then saw the hand that was in front of their face and grabbed it and got up to their feet.

"so you're my soul mate.." [y/n] mustered, still in awe with how pretty Chlorinde was let alone that it was her who was [y/n]'s soul mate. "I guess I could say the same for you" Chlorinde, in just about the same amount of shock as [y/n] "I'm sorry... you're stunningly beautiful" [y/n] almost whispered but Chlorinde heard it perfectly clear. "Why thank you"

[y/n] picked their bags back up off of the ground, placing them back onto their arm. Clearly, today was the day that they got to meet their soul mate now they just need to get to know them.

"So uh, do you wanna get some tea when you're free and get to know each other?"

"that sounds like a wonderful idea."

[mossy-opal]

Succubus

Shigaraki x Reader

Warnings: SMUT!!!! SMUT SMUT SMUT!!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!

It was difficult, living in this world and being what you are. It's not your fault, you were born this way! All those years ago, you were brought into this world and taught how to live.

You lived off of pleasure, and off of the souls of those you pleased. It wasn't all bad, but it was difficult when you were picky.

You weren't like most succubi, you had certain tastes. You didn't settle for every average Joe who came across you and fell into your trap of beauty and lust. Sure, it made you weak and very hungry, but your resolve was strong.

You liked it when they wanted you for more than just your body and pleasure. You liked it when you felt something for them. It broke your heart every time one of your new playthings died, but what were you expecting?

Mates for a Succubus were a rare thing, and frankly, you were losing hope.

That is, until you met him.

Your resolve was almost broken before you had met, thinking that you'd have to settle, go to a bar to find some poor schmuck to get yourself fed.

And there he was, in a dark alley at night, probably making his way home, but you were stuck.

He was beautiful. Light blue-ish gray hair, striking features, beautifully red eyes, and the cutest beauty mark. He noticed your staring almost immediately, and he got aggressive quickly.

"What!?"

"I'm- I'm sorry, I just... Have we met?"

"Tch... No...?"

Gods, his voice was making you weak! You laughed it off, immediately turning on your charm.

"Well I'm certain I'd remember someone like you... Who wouldn't~?"

He stepped back when you stepped forward, before you put your hands up in defense.

"I'm sorry, I'm just awe-struck by you..."

He huffed a small chuckle, before he moved past you. You were on his tail immediately, a small smile on your face. He didn't seem to mind your following, but he did stop again soon.

"What do you want?"

"May I ask for your name?"

He turned back with a glare. "Not until you give me yours first."

You gave him your name, and he looked you up and down, before he turned with a small huff.

"Come with me."

And that, was how you met Tomura Shigaraki, leader of the League of Villains.

Your work relationship went well, and surprisingly, being in his presence alone satiated you. It was new, not feeling nearly as empty as usual, and stronger too. He made your wings soar, and it made you feel fantastic.

He never asked for more from you, but you were always sure to go above and beyond for him. Always going the extra mile, just for him.

He noticed, too. He originally thought it was a joke, how close you seemed to be to him. You were very touchy, very flirtatious, and he didn't exactly know how to handle it. No one really complimented him the way you did, or touched him as softly as you did, or did anything the way you did. You were... Odd.

But, he grew used to it. He... He liked it. He liked you.

You knew that, and you loved it.

It really did something for you, so, you decided to make the next move. To truly, seal the deal with him.

Hearing a knock on his door he grunted, not in the mood to talk to anyone. He didn't answer, but he was shocked when the door opened.

Whoever it was truly had a death wish.

"Dabi I swear to god if you bug me right now I'll-"

"I'm not here to bug you, boss~"

Oh, it was you. He grumbled, less annoyed, but still not in the mood for your games.

"Whatever, I'm tired... Go away."

You chuckled, and it sounded different from your usual laughs or giggles, it sounded... He didn't even know how it sounded.

"I'd normally listen to you with no hesitation, but I have something to ask of you~"

Here it is. You didn't even ask for a place to stay while working recon for him, so he expected he'd have to pay you with something eventually. He sighed, turning around in his chair.

"What is it then?" He asked, seemingly irritated.

You walked up to him slowly, something about you seemed very different now. Maybe it was your eyes- A haircut? He was bad at these things, he didn't know!

Then suddenly, the room seemed... Darker than it normally was. His computer monitors were still on, his game paused in the background, but everything just felt really heavy.

"I've been looking for you for a very long time.... I'm so happy to finally have found you~"

"What are you talking about...?"

Why did you smell different? Not like he knew what you smelled like or anything, but he definitely noticed how different it was now.

Your chuckle rang through his ears, louder than it was before. Everything seemed much heavier, and he figured it was a part of your quirk- You mentioned this was something you could do, right?

"Tomura, I have to be honest with you... I don't have a quirk."

That got his attention, but what got even more of his attention was the tail swaying behind you.

"W-what-"

"Not only that, I've been feeding off of you- I'm so sorry... I just couldn't help it. All the attention you gave me, it felt so good, it did so much to feed me, and that's when I knew it..."

He couldn't even speak, confused and a bit concerned, what exactly was he working with?

"You're my mate, Tomura~"

Looking in your eyes, he swore he could see hearts. He'd be flattered if he wasn't so damn confused- This has never happened before, he doesn't know how to handle this sudden admission of feelings! Sure, he returned the sentiment, he just didn't know how to... Respond.

"I know this is overwhelming for you, and I'm sorry you had to learn this way, but I had to be sure, y'know?"

The whine he responded with when he nodded made you fall to your knees in front of him, a hungry look in your eyes.

"Ugh, you're so hard to resist Tomura~"

"W-what... What are you...?"

Your hands were on his knees as you got closer to him, a pair of wings emerging from your lower back, your tail swaying even faster as you contained your eagerness.

"I'm a succubus, baby~"

His breath hitched, his legs jumping as your hands moved up his thighs.

"And I want you."

He could barely breathe, everything was happening so fast and he didn't know what to do. He pushed himself back, away from you for a second to try and at least calm down.

"W-what do you- What exactly do you want from me? Succubus... You guys... You eat souls- Right...? I think..."

You shook your head, standing up, lifting your shirt over your head. Tomura looked away, not wanting to look at you, despite how mesmerising you were.

"Usually yes, we feed off peoples pleasure, and take their souls when we're satiated. But, seeing as though you feed me with just your attention, I don't need your soul. You're my true mate, something that's thought to have been a myth- or a legend amongst my kind~"

Tomura could almost laugh, looking back at you before looking away again quickly; you were shimmying out of your pants.

"F-fuck well I thought- I-I thought stuff like- Succubi were... Made up..."

You moved closer to him again, leaning onto the arms of his chair as he moved to cross his legs, moving his sweater to cover his groin. You giggled at how shy he was, making him look you in the eyes.

His breath hitched again, unsure of where exactly to look. His eyes flickered from your chest to your nethers, back to your eyes.

"Tomura.... Can I have you~?"

He wanted to, he really, really wanted to, but he didn't know if he should agree...

"I promise nothing bad will happen, and I won't hurt you~"

He gulped, "Uh... S-sure... Yeah- Whatever..."

You shook your head, putting your forehead to his. The sudden intimacy actually helped cool his nerves ever so slightly.

"No darling, I want to hear a yes. Because it's true, I want you, and I want to mate with you."

"I-I said sure-"

You giggled again, giving him a soft kiss. He whined at the feeling, kissing you back with a passion he hadn't felt before. The sudden change in his attitude was pleasant, something that you weren't really expecting. He pulled away from you before pushing himself out of his chair, grabbing your face with both of his hands, careful to keep his pinkies raised (even if he was unsure he could hurt you). He kissed you again, deeply. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, making you moan as you put your arms around his shoulders, letting him walk you back to his bed. He pushed you down, pulling away from you as he hovered above you, the both of you huffing for breath from the kiss.

"Is that enough of a 'yes' for you?"

The needy gravel in his voice was to die for.

You smiled wide, pulling him into another kiss, the both of you tonguing the others mouths, each of you pulling and squeezing at anything you could get your hands on. Tomura gripped your chest and your hips, pulling your thighs apart to press himself against you.

You were gripping his hoodie, before pulling at the waistband of his pants and underwear, shoving your hands up his hoodie, feeling his stomach and chest.

He pulled off of you quickly, yanking his hoodie off, before standing and pulling his pants down with an eager swiftness.

You imagined him to be just as pretty, but you didn't expect him to be this gorgeous.

The smile on your face worried him slightly, it made him think it was a joke again, maybe it was all an act.

"Get over here. Now."

The demand in your voice snapped him out of his sudden doubt, the hunger in your eyes was hard to resist. He crawled over you again, kissing you over and over. Softer, this time. You grind against him, making him moan and whine against your mouth.

You felt your wings flutter beneath you as you fed off his pleasure, and you felt vastly different from your previous toys.

You felt his love. You felt everything he felt, his doubt, his fear, his lust, his need. But most of all, you felt his love for you. You moaned when he touched you with two fingers, toying with your hole.

"Aah- Tomuraaah~"

"Fuck.... So needy, huh~?"

You wiggled your hips against his hand, your tail wrapping around his leg as he pushed his fingers into you slowly. Your mouth opened wide with the most sinful moan he'd ever heard, it was better than he'd imagined, even better than any pornstar he'd watched. He slowly fingered you open, scissoring you carefully, kissing your jaw and biting your neck as be listened to you. He never thought he'd get this hard, just from foreplay alone.

Your hands clawed into his sheets and his mattress, and he swore he saw you tearing the fabric.

"Tomuraaa, please- Please stop teasing me, I want you- need you~!"

With begging like that, how could he refuse? He pulled away from your beautifully marked up neck, and he was surprised, to say the least. Horns were atop your head, fangs poking out, your face already looking perfectly fucked out.

"Please fuck me baby, pleeeaaase~?"

Your whines and begging were enough to drive someone mad, and he was the one to hear them. You wanted him, you needed him. Lining himself up, he pushed into you quickly, shuddering a moan at the feeling of just how fucking hot you felt.

The gutteral moans the both of you exchanged made your eyes roll into the back of your head, your mouth falling open even wider as he was finally, finally inside of you.

"Aaaaagh- Yes~! Yes yes yeeeess! Thank you Tomura, t-thank yoouaaah~!"

He huffed a chuckle, gripping your thighs tight before pushing them against your chest, over his shoulders.

"Don't thank me- uGh- Yet~"

As soon as he said that, his hips snapped, making you moan in his ear, and making him shudder above you. He already felt close, but he held out- If only for you. His movements were quick, sloppy, he thrusted as fast as he could, as harshly as he could, as he shoved his tongue down your throat, swallowing your moans and your cute noises. Your moaning was endless as you fed from him, drinking in his sexual desire and energy, feeling yourself being more full than you've ever felt.

In more ways than one.

Your tail wrapped tightly around his leg as your wings helped push you against him, meeting his hips with every thrust.

He lifted himself up, smirking down at you, "Wa-Want me to cum in you? Fill you up? Haa?"

You cried out with a smile, "YeEess! Yes yeS! Please baby~! Please fuck me full! W-waahnt it~ want you! Want you~! M-more~!"

Tomura laughed condescendingly, groaning at the feeling of you fluttering around him as you felt him get closer. He couldn't last much longer than this- It was already too much.

Without much more stimulation, he came hard and quick. You had never cum as hard as you did with Tomura balls deep inside of you, your climaxes combined to drip out of you. You both moaned out, loud, your hands clawing the bed to shreds as you cried out in ecstasy.

As you both caught your breath, Tomura pulled out of you and laid on his bed, exhausted, you couldn't help but laugh.

Tomura groaned. Barely able to, he moved to lay on his back, looking at you.

"W... What.. What's so funny...?"

You slowly and carefully moved to sit on him, straddling his lap, your clawed hands on his chest, a sly smile on your face. Your tail waved behind you as your wings stretched out.

"Oooh baby... I'm far from finished with you~"

Tags: @slayersins @shadowsandshapes @dabislittlemouse @dabislittlebeaniebaby @the-milk-anon @shockinglysubmissive @elias-fable @starstruck-flames @daniidil @223princess

[jadeddangel]

Feel free to ignore this request if you want! But basically Adam and reader being pretty good friends who are casual with each other, have a similar sense of humor and personality, reader is a older sibling figure to many of the other angels, and him just beginning to actually gain feelings for them

Eeee I'm so excited!! Thank you for requesting!!

Adam x reader

"Can't believe I'm falling in love with such a cocky bitch"

You and Adam knew eachother since the beginning of time, and having known eachother that long you started to rub off on eachother. You both had similar humor and jokes the only difference was, was that you knew how to act politely, Adam did not.

You worked as a welcoming angel for new souls and angels of the like, showing them around and getting them set up in a home was just one of your many jobs. You worked closely with percious but you didn't like him, he was kind of a cunt when he wasn't around other people. You were on your lunch break sitting at a high table on a chair swinging your legs happily, you had gotten a milkshake and some fries. Adam snuck up behind you grabbing your sides suddenly, "hah! gotcha bitch!" Adam laughed. You had went to hit him at first but started laughing with him when you realized who it was, "adam!! You bitch come sit! I haven't seen you all week bro" you pointed to the seat across from you.

You couldn't even remember who had started the tradition of sneaking up on each other, but it just stuck, and Adam never failed to sneak up on you. Adam and you talked about your week together making small jokes as you ended up sharing your fries and milkshake with him. "And then she's over here hitting on the drummer, like, you think you want drummer dick? Nah, do you know who I am? I'm fucking Adam, I'm the original dick!" Adam recited the story to you as you started snort laughing. "Well it can't be that good if she wanted drummer dick!" You said between laughing as you hit your thigh loosing your shit over your own joke. "Hey!! My dick is fine thank you very much!" Adam huffed defensively before joining in your laughter. It took you both forever to catch your breath and stop.

Adam grabbed the last fry and ate it "Alright sugartits I've gotta go danger tits is waiting for me, but hey! I'll swing by your place with some Chinese food. Sound good?" Adam looked at you with hopeful eyes. You chuckled "sure thing dickmaster I'll see ya then" you said playfully giving him a sweet smile. Adam went to get you a hug but paused and patted you on the head awkwardly instead before speeding off to go find lute.

You were a bit confused but expected it from Adam, well atleast you were learning to Adam had been acting weird.. you thought that it would be all fixed up after mating week, but he was still just as weird as before.

You ended up getting an early day off since Emily took over welcoming souls for a bit to help. "Calm her energy down." In Sera's words, at least. You picked up your place, finally dishes and other chores you were behind on. You got a movie picked for tonight and some beer and sodas for you and Adam.

Adam finally came by your place after dark with a bag of Chinese food and a bag of clothes for him to change into assuming he was staying over. Adam knocked on the door rhythmically as he waited, you opened the door after a moment or so in some sleep shorts and one of Adam's band t-shirts(I keep forgetting Adam has a band bro).

"Woah, is that Adam without lute on his shoulder like a little parrot?" You teased letting the man in. Adam took his helmet off and rolled his eyes, "I'm not bringing my second in command to your house to hang out." Now that that was weird, Adam never responded that way to that joke, "bro, you good? What happened that got you all pissy? Are you on your man period or sum?" You asked concerned but still trying to make it a joke. Adam sighed "nah just a lot on my mind. There's this chick -" "ooooo does the Adam have a crush?" Who's the lucky bitch huh? " You cut him off plopping on your couch and turning your head so Adam could change(like you weren't just watching him in the reflection of the tv). Adam sighed and got changed into comfy clothes, "yea it's fucking weird though I mean she wouldn't leave my mind during mating week and ugh I get so awkward around her" Adam groaned laying on the couch with his head in you thighs. "Shit Adam do you actually like this chick? Or do you just wanna fuck her? Orrrr was the pussy that good that you want more?" You teased playing with Adam's hair carefully. Adam shook his head "I think I like her I mean I've known her for awhile and she just gets me yknow?" Adam said tilting his head a bit to look at you before changing his mind and grabbing the remote looking through Aisney(angel disney) and putting on the live action of "the jungle dude" (the jungle book).

You took a moment to think, it hurt, the thought of Adam falling in love with someone else after sharing so much. "Just think about your heart before you brain Adam, think about your feelings, maybe you should tell her I mean it can't hurt too bad, and I mean if your friends I'm sure she feels the same... and you guys can just be together, yknow.." You slowly got quieter and quieter, feeling like if you were any louder, you were gonna cry your eyes out.

Adam nodded a bit. "What would you do in my situation?" Adam asked under his breath, yet you still heard him. You took a deep breath "Adam I...." Your words got caught in your throat as you looked down at him looking guilty. Adam tilted his head to look at you confused at the look. "What's with the look sugar tits? You look like I'm about to cry, did I say sum?" Adam asked genuinely concerned for you. It made your heart melt knowing he cared for you so much, it made your heart melt so much in fact that before your brain registered what you were doing you had leaned down and trapped his lips in a kiss. The angle wasn't comfortable, and your spine was bent weird, but God was it worth it, feeling how soft his lips were. Adam froze for a moment before melting into it, licking along your bottom lip, teasing you a bit. After a moment of you both continuing to kiss each other, you both pulled away for air a small string of salive connecting you and breaking after you moved too far away. You were panting a bit but didn't go too far from his face. "That's what I'd do.. " you whispered softly, your lips barely brushing against Adam's. Adam reached up and put a had on your cheek "you wanna know something sugar tits? I think I would do the same.." Adam smiled as he locked your lips together in a passionate kiss pulling away after a few moments.

Adam smiled and sat up next to you , allowing you to straighten your back properly. Adam chuckled " awwe you hunched just to kiss me sugar tits? I'm honored" Adam joked. You rolled your eyes "yea yea whatever dickmaster now do you wanna cuddle up and eat while we watch a movie or do we wanna talk about what well we are first?" You tilted you head a bit. Adam was already reaching for the bag when you brought it up. "What do you mean what we are? I thought that kiss established it, I'm yours and your mine" Adam spoke almost boredly. You could feel the blush creep up on your face " your gonna be one heck of a boyfriend " you laughed.

The rest of the evening was relaxed as you cuddled and ate together. Before falling asleep together on your couch, hoping everything would be perfect with you both together

[vipwinnie]

Love letters

Lorenzo Berkshire x reader

Summary : Someone keep sending you Love letters

Words : 1k

It all started a few weeks ago when I found a love letter in my locker.

This morning I opened my locker as usual to pick up my belongings, but I was surprised to find a love letter written for me.

My love,

I can't help thinking about you every day. You're the most amazing person I've ever met. Your beauty inside and out leaves me speechless. Every time I'm with you, I feel alive and happy. I just wanted you to know how much I love you and how important you are to me. I'm lucky to have you in my life and I can't wait to spend every moment with you. You're the person I've always been looking for, my soul mate. I love you more than anything in the world. With all my love

X

I couldn't help but smile as I read every sweet word and felt the delicate fragrance that emanated from it. The letter was not signed, which made the situation even more mysterious.

At first, I thought it was a joke from my friends, but when I looked closer, I realized that the letter was serious. My heart began to beat faster as I read the sweet words written on the letter. I was both moved and intrigued. Who could have written that letter? Is it someone I know? Or is he a secret admirer?

After you get your things back, you'll go to Hermione and tell her everything.

- Hi Hermione, you'll never guess what happened to me today.

_ Hi Y/N, what happened?

-I found a love letter in my locker this morning.

- A love letter? Oh wow, who wrote it?

-I have no idea. That's what makes it even more mysterious.

- What does the letter say?

-She was very sweet and romantic. She said how beautiful and smart I am and how much that person would like to spend more time with me.

- That's so romantic! But how are you going to find out who wrote the letter?

-I don't know yet, but I'll investigate. I'll look for clues and see if I can find people who are behaving strangely around me. Hermione: -You must be so romantic, a secret admirer. I'm sure you'll find out who he is.

-I hope so. But it's also kind of scary to think someone's looking at me without me knowing it.

- I understand. But I'm sure everything will be fine and you'll find out who that person is. In the meantime, enjoy the attention!

- Thank you, Hermione. I'll keep you apprised of my progress in the investigation.

So I went to my classroom .

The next morning you were once again going to get your belongings , and once again you had the joy of finding a letter .

Dear Y/N,

I'm writing you this letter to tell you how much I'm in love with you. Ever since the day I met you, I haven't stopped thinking about you. You have illuminated my life with your presence and you have become the most important person to me. I admire your beauty, your kindness, your intelligence and your strength. You inspire me to be a better person every day. I just wanted to tell you that I love you, and that I would do anything for you. If you accept my feelings, I promise to cherish you and take care of you for the rest of my life.

With all my love,

X

I then began to pay more attention to the people around me. I noticed a boy who always seemed to look at me in a strange way. It was a snake from my DADA class, Lorenzo I think. I started to wonder if he was writing me those letters. I began to observe him discreetly, looking for clues about his behavior and habits. He was sitting behind me in class.

And as the days went by I began to cross her gaze a lot whether it was in class or even in the big hall At first, it made me uncomfortable, but the more I saw him, the more I began to wonder why he was staring at me so much. As the days went by , I kept getting so many letters . One day, after class, I decided to talk to him. I approached him and asked him if he needed help with anything. He blushed a little and stuttered before telling me he just wanted to get to know each other. We started talking and I discovered that we had a lot in common. It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship and maybe even a crush.

Dear Y/N

I can't hide my feelings for you anymore. Ever since I met you, you're the only person that matters to me. I think about you all the time, and every moment I spend with you is a moment of intense happiness. I wanted to write you this letter to tell you how much I love you and how much you mean to me. You're the most important person to me, and I can't imagine my life without you. I'd like to offer you something. If you don't mind, I'd like to set you up somewhere. I don't want to pressure you, but I really wish we could spend some time together, just you and me. If you say yes, I suggest you meet us this Saturday afternoon at 2:00 p. m. , underneath the tree by the lake. We could walk, talk and maybe even have a picnic together. I understand that you may have doubts or fears, but I want you to know that I will do anything for you. I look forward to seeing you Saturday afternoon.

I love you more than anything in the world.

with all my love

X

Oh, my God, that was a surprise. My secret admirer had just given an appointment. Were I going to go? Of course.

I waited all morning impatiently . Who could it be? asked you

When it was finally time, I didn’t waste a minute and left almost running towards the meeting place. I finally slow down when you get close to the place .

And there was Lorenzo Berkshire, the stytherin was near the tree, waiting for you

You're going to join him

He then explained to me that since the beginning of the year, he had feelings for me but he didn't dare tell me. The love letters were his way of showing me how much he cared about me. I was touched by his sincerity and realized that I had feelings for him, too. We started seeing each other and being together. 

[dreaisgrayte]

Under the Goddess' Veil [TEASER]

A/n: This fic was a tad bit spur of the moment to take a break from rewriting some of Lady of Amberguard. Turns out I really like the idea and haven't been able to stop writing on it for 2 days. I will say this will be a bit of plot in the first 4 or 5 thousand words but from then on...dear Lord forgive me for the absolute FILTH I have planned.

Description: I'll give a silly one for right now, basically a maiden gets sacrificed to 5 dragons and a lot of fucking happens. The end.

Pairings: Obanai Iguro, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Giyuu Tomioka, Uzui Tengen, and Kyojuro Rengoku x reader

ENJOY!

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“I was supposed to be sacrificed to you for the honor of my village…” You trail off, trying to connect the dots. You glance in the direction of Sanemi, his usually stern eyes softening when they connect with yours. “Are you going to eat me?” Your words sound pitiful, like you had accepted that fact already – and you had. You’d be raised on the single constant that you would be fed to the Gods atop the neverending tips.

Uzui appears in front of you, a lazy smirk playing with his lips as he leans down to be eye level with you. “Not in the way you’re thinking.” He purrs, rolling his smirk into his mouth.

Kyojuro pushes forward, his long hair whipping in the wind Obanai was still creating. “Your humans assume when we request a maiden to be given to us that we would feast upon her supple flesh,” He sighs, looking at Obanai as he speaks. “Every century our loneliness becomes unbearable. There was the occasional soul that attempted to harm us, wanting to take the hoard for themself, but that didn’t last long. Other draconics would visit us, but some of them would fight for our territory.” Your eyes are drawn to Sanemi again and his plethora of scars. He avoids your gaze at all costs, he finds the outer wall of the cave particularly interesting.

Kyojuro continues with a solemn smile. “Then one day a beautiful woman found her way into the lower tunnels. She came begging us to help her village, people were sick – dying. She was ready to give anything to us for the sake of the people.”

Uzui, who is leaning against the wall, pipes up again. “So she gave us her body.” Your brows knit together. Her body? What exactly did that mean? Kyojuro shoots him a glare before setting himself in front of your gaze, staring into your eyes.

“The women before you were scared, frightened of the big bad monsters within the Ponorich peaks. Most of them tried to escape with no avail…they would get lost and starve or stay within our sight and do the same thing. There were others that would find our hoard and selfishly conspire to harm us to take it.” Kyojuro’s eyes are bright swirls. “We want a mate, a bride.” Bride…you had dreamed about a day adorned with joy once. It had been a quick thought, squashed by the reality that you understood from a very young age. Though, now perhaps you could live the life that had been taken away from you.

The wind dies down and you quickly look behind to find Obanai stepping onto the edge in a graceful manner. He nods his head at you, an ethereal glow still present in his eyes. It made your stomach dip in the strangest way. "You can have one of us,” He waves his arm to the group of men, their eyes trained on you. Obanai steps forward, picking up your hands softly. You peer at him through your lashes. “Or all of us." He finishes. A distinguishing feeling glides through your very being. Something that tells you if you were going to die for the village the least you could do was live for them.

"I-I'd like to have all of you..." You stammer, your confidence dropping with every second. When did you decide to become so brazen? Here you were, a maiden surrounded by five men that surely looked upon you with heat and desire.

"Are you sure you can handle that little doe? Becoming the wife of five hungry dragons isn't going to be easy. You will ache when you are without us and you will ache when you are with us." Giyuu coos, placing a hand on your back. It sends licks of warmth that jolt to where you had never been touched.

“You will become ours in every way possible.” Uzui is now to your other side, hand upon your waist. “We will take you whenever we want,” A piece of hair falls to the side of his ear, distracting you for a moment until he brings your gaze back to him with fingers under your chin. “And you can take us whenever you want.”

Kyojuro hangs his arms around your shoulders, placing himself square behind you. The thin material of your slip does nothing to hide the warmth radiating off the man. “When our heat occurs you will have to be careful. One of us may ravish you and then two more join in.” He nudges your head with affection and your stomach stirs.

“Are you willing to make sacrifices?” Sanemi asks, still standing a few feet away from the huddle the rest of them had now created around you.

“I was raised to do so.” You reply, a confident nod moving your head.

[carnalutopia]

A Delayed Dinner

"I don't expect you to be this obedient. Impressive."

A low, deep reverberating voice cracked your silent agony as you sipped the wine. Hia tone was full of mockery, despite his enchanting smirk displayed when you tilted your head. Sylus passed by your figure in his usual dark attire with red streaks embelished the suit which wantonly draped on his broad shoulder. His eyes met yours with a simper on his lips as a greeting.

It was as your soul already cowered and subdued from his quiet dominance.

"Have you ordered anything?"

You shook your head too fast. Albeit slight, you can smelled a mixture of iron, musk and his cologne lingered as he walked in confidence, sitting across you. A retainer walked toward your table, and he ordered in a low but commanding tone.

"One menu of this, and another bottle from 2011, please." 

As the wine came earlier, he laid his eyes on your presences. Your breath hitched as his corner lip arched. You can sense his mockery before it was launched.

"So, you got stood up. Let me make a conjecture: he didn't even text you, and that's why you stay."

You bit your lip. "Stop rubbing the salt on the wound."

Sylus chortled, propping his chin.

"My, these looks totally wasted." He leant closer to the table, looking at your face with pure interest. "The dress is certainly dull, but a rough diamond is still a diamond."

"So you do admit that I am pretty, huh?"

"I never said that you aren't, did I?" He rolled his sleeve before he poured the wine on my empty glass. "Here, have another glass."

To imagine the most wanted criminal suavely pour you a wine is a thing, but with that look, even a nun would question their own faith. 

His irresistible, dangerous, but tempting charm could shake every fibre of morally-righteous being to abandon heaven to join him in the deepest hell.

Ah, you nodded in silent as an epiphany strucked in.

That was probably because he was the devil.

You felt inexplicably giddy as his crimson eyes meticulously measure every inch of you. You supposed to be sad that your date didn't fulfill his promise, and you did.  You were in the verge of crying, even, out of depression for all of the effort that wasted on this occasion. The expensive make up, the two-hours of hair-do, careful selection of nail color... all, was going in vain.

Nonetheless, his arrival replaced that feeling with unusual brimming emotion. Was it enthusiasm? Adrenaline rush? Purely a feminine hormone that acting up as a response to a mating prospect? Now you retrospected, funny to think that no matter how long an evolution has been going for human race, the  instinct still couldn't dampen its primitive urge for procreate.

"I thought a criminal is not suppose to wander easily like this," You commented, trying your best to sound normal, despite the nervousness and your sweaten palm.

He nodded, accepting the orders with nods as the plates placed on the table.

"Even a criminal needs a break, my dear."

"And you choose me to be your company? Or are you that... lonely?"

He sneered, taking a bite of the salad from my plates with such ease, nonchalant attitude. "I'll pretend I didn't hear the last question." Sylus idly swung the wine glass in circle, watching the liquid swirled inside the glass. "Beside, I came here out of pity, in order to save a damsell in distress. Show me some gratitude."

"Hahaha..." you rolled your eyes, sipping the wine and looked away, pretending to believe. "As if I'd truly in distress just because my date didn't appear." Your murmured.

The white-haired man took a sip an laid back his gaze on you.

"I might be a criminal, but I can symphatize, kitten." His voice sounds unusually gentle, now, looking at you with a softened gaze. "Besides, rather this guy that look dull and left you heartbroken, I am a better choice to date. Besides, my chef can cook better than this restaurant."

And he had a chef? You clicked your tongue, slightly jealous while imagining what kind of a lifestyle he lived in.

"Sadly, I am not interested to date a walking red-flag."

Sylus paused his moves.

"So, I assume that you don't like me because you believe I don't have the quality to be your significant other?" He inquired, his brows slightly arched.

"Sir, your best redeeming quality as a human being only extended to your beautiful face."

His low deep chortle roared, tickling your eardrum. He looked smugly content, even amused, before taking a sip from the wine glass .

"Oh, so you do admit that I am handsome."

You choked by your own spit. Curse this mouth! Sylus jeered as his hand wiped the corner of his lips with a napkin, nodding  slowly in visible triumph. 

"I am honored that this looks can please you," he said it with a slightly-mocking tone. "Feel free to bask to you heart's content."

You clicked your tongue. "Shut it."

"Easy there, kitten. I risk everything just to be here and have a good dinner with you."

"Did I ask, though?"

"At least, you can appreciate. I took all the risk just to save you from crying. The expensive wine, for example." His smirks made you bite your inner cheek, directing his eyes on the wine-bottle. "Not to mention, there's quite of bounty on my head in the entire area. Meeting you itself, is quite a dangerous move for me."

As he proceed to eat again, I sat quietly while digesting the situation.

It felt so wrong for you to have butterflies inside the tummy just because you were treated nicely by a criminal, a hot one at that, but you can't help it. Besides, you are an adult, who can blame your feeling for falling to his..looks? 

Oh, right, your moral conscience.

You regained your composure, letting him take few bites of steak, before finally spoke again.

"Y-you... just enjoy the game of chasing me, do you?"

"A game?'

"You did say that you feel challenged and tempted to subdue me."

"I did. Your point, my dear?"

"Then you better stop." You emphasised, halted yourself from eating. "I am not a fan of your game, and now that you're here, I want to properly ask you to stop...."

Sylus paused his activity. His fingers intertwined, as if he was totally in deep thought whiles listening to your voice which sound mid-cracked, as you were hesitating.

"Do go on."

"I am... tired of being a toy. It were all just some sort of roller coaster relationship with similar pattern anytime I date a man: exchanged text, in relationship, got beaten, he got bored, he cheated, I was dumped. Repeat. And you, somehow just give me the similar vibe as those men who did that to me."

Sylus shifted his position, pondering, before he took a long deep breath.

"First of all, it's quite unwise to paint me on the same color as men who dated you in the past. Besides, you barely know anything about me beside my name and my reputation, so isn't it too early to judge my characters based on my reputation and months of texting?"

You shook your head firmly; he didn't know how hard it was for you to reject him, you primal instinct almost took over your logic. "I can't help it. I can't rely to anyone but myself to guard my feeling."

He leaned on the chair, giving me a cryptic expression as his foot crossed. One of his hand twiddled on the steak knife. 

"While it's true that you're strong and I am glad that you did, you can't put up the barrier forever, my dear."

His finger stretched out toward your face. You flinched a bit, but his hand remained steady. Your heart raced as his huge palms moved closer to your face. His thumb wiped your lip corner gently, before he retracted his hand slowly.

"Gravy sauce."

And you thought you just got a heart attack.

As Sylus adjusted his seat, suddenly he looked highly alerted by the atmosphere. His crimson irises noticed some unusual ruckus around the area. Few retainers looked to our direction as the manager checked up on Sylus from afar, as they were confirming something. He stood up, towering over you, as his gaze softened again while looking at your face.

"Give me a chance, (y/n). As hypocrite as it may sounds, but I won't let you have any pinch of regret if you become mine." He raised my chin gently as his thumb gently caressing your cheek. Slightly, you can feel his rough palm, a prove of his dark history and life, patting your cheek.

You were about to speak, but he talked again.

"It's about time." You realised some security has lurked around the entrance door. They noticed him. "If you're agree, take a ride on the limo outside. The driver knows what to do."

You snapped. "What kind of girl do—"

"And no, it's not a one night stand. You need a proper dinner, that's all. I can't left my chef's toil go wasted, can I?"

With a smirk at the end of his last words, his figure vanished, following by few black feathers flew around you.

"What the—"

As the dinner was not finished (yet), you walked out from the dining, with slightly overwhelmed feeling (he paid the bill before you even raise a hand!), leaving quietly among the ruckuss. You found the car he mentioned parked slightly farther from the parking lot. You was about to swivelled back and call a cab, but his reverberating voice echoed in your head.

A chance, huh?

"Good evening, Miss (y/n)." The driver greeted you as you open the passenger door in irritated manner.

"I must be mad for doing this." You murmured in rage to yourself, cursing every fibre of your conscience for taking this choice instead of going home.

"I think it's time for me to make a death will."

-end-

[yaut-jaknowit]

Hi! I like you, you seem so cool. Such a vibe.

So, i might end up writing this eventually BUT the writers block has locked barricaded and blown up any entrance to writing anything beyond poetry for the past numerous months and, honestly, I don't think she (gn) is willing to open up. We've gone to therapy. But she just says she needs time. 🙄 . ANYWAYS, I had this idea, right? Reader and a Yautja who are mates/soulmates, and he is NOT for it. Big no no time. Shuts them down and pushes them away. Thing is, while the pull towards them is intense for him, he doesn't realize that for humans it's, like, a painful experience. They can go a bit without being near their soulmate once they find them, but months? *years*?? Eventually he goes back to earth and something pulls him to go check in them and finds them an absolute wreck. Chronic pain, maybe some of that ✨️classic substance abuse✨️, and absolutely heartbroken because their *soulmate* didn't even want them.

And... that's where the little writer part of my brain walks away.

Anyways, maybe one day I'll write this, but the ADHD part of my brain wants the gratification my writer part just isn't interested in entertaining.

I'd love to see your twist on it, if you'd be interested! If not, I get it (not every request peaks our interest and that's valid, but thought I'd share).

P.S. I just heard an owl for the first time in AGES. Really cool.

Are We Meant to be?

Pairing: Yautja x GN!Reader

Word Count: 2031

Summary: On a walk home from work in a city that wasn't friendly, you stupidly decide to take a shortcut. A shortcut that could cost you your life...

Author Note: Thank you! I'm glad I have good vibes! I might be falling into writers block... Towards the end, it was hard to figure out what to write but I hope this is good for you! I wanted to give you a start so you can finish it yourself!

Masterlist

Ao3

Part 2

When you find your soulmate, it’s said that fireworks go off in your stomach. Then, life is a happy fairytale afterwards. Both souls are drawn to each other by an invisible string. Over time, they’ll be pulled to one another until they meet. From there, life is filled with happiness and complete. You are at height of your life with your soulmate.

So why was the universe cruel to you?

In the concrete jungle that made up your city filled to the brim of people and constant death, you raced back to your little apartment. The minute place you’ve carved out for yourself in a city like this. Something told you to be here, to stay here, no matter what happens. Just a tiny feeling in your cold, hope-filled heart. Maybe, just maybe your soulmate was here. So you endured the life you’ve created here and waited.

Waited for that faithful day they would stumble across your path and boom! Fireworks.

This was a bad idea, your brain shouted as you turned into a dark ally. It was a short cut that would shave off about five minutes. Five minutes closer to your studio apartment. Or lose your life.

A dark figure stepped out from the shadows. In the limited light, you see the way a blade reflects. Shit. Cursing internally, you skid to a stop and started to walk backwards towards the safety of the public street. But footsteps behind you had you pausing where you stood. More curses flew around in your brain as any logical thought.

Nothing needed to be said as you stared down the figure before you. This wasn’t unusual for a city like this. They wanted money, your money. Yet, you didn’t have much on you to offer. Probably only two dollars and nineteen cents in your pocket. Definitely not enough to quell them.

Before you had a chance to even inhale and speak, the person before you collapsed to the ground with nothing but little more than a squeak. A hunking form towering over his crumbled body. Your jaw dropped at the size of this figure. Your heart stutter in its bony cage as you were pinned to the spot like your shoes were welded there.

The string in your chest yanked hard directly in front of you. Your eyes couldn’t expand anymore at the feeling.

With nothing more but a breeze, the shadow zipped past you. You spun around to keep an eye on whatever had attacked your own attackers. Now that it was closer to the street lamps, you were able to pick up flashes of what it looked like. Yet, your brain couldn’t comprehend who this figure that moved in a blink of an eye was. You’ve never seen anyone move like that before. It couldn’t be possible.

A sick snapping echoed through the alleyway that had you tensing. The second attacker fell to the ground, unmoving. Finally, your shoes unpolarized from the dirty concrete but stepped away from the towering form that casted a long shadow. The head barely touching the tips of your toes. You swallow thickly and ignored the way your heart pounded heavily. It wanted freedom, wanted to rip out and go towards it.

He lifted his head. What could you see were long, thick… dreads? swaying as he shook his head. Metal, shining ornaments were attached to them. His form, larger than any man you’ve met before stood there. Only one arm moving, bending at the elbow. You couldn’t see what he was doing. You felt a fluttering feeling in your chest.

The figure whipped around with a snarl that echoed back at you. All you could see was emotionless eyes before it was upon you.

Your back slammed into the brick wall but a hand cushioned the back of your head. A gasp tore from your throat then your vision settled to take in the sight. He had pounced on you, pinned you to the alleyway wall, all the while breathing heavily. A hand had captured your neck, to ensure you stayed there, trapped.

Even with the knowledge this unknown figure might had just killed two people, your body was warm, lax underneath him. Your brain should’ve been screaming danger of the situation but all it sung was safety. A melody you couldn’t tell was true or not from the logical side of your brain. Yet, you couldn’t dispute the hot flash of an connection that struck you deep in your stomach at just his touch.

“Y-you…” he forced out in a guttural, gravely voice. This close to him, you realize he was wearing a mask, metal by the looks of it. “Not po-possible.” Your brows furrowed at his barely audible words. What did he mean?

Timidly, you reached out and rested your palm on his chest. He was incredibly hot, temperature wise. You felt a sort of netting there. He hissed, like a cat, and slipped the hand behind your head to snatch your wrist. It was pinned above your head. “No.” It was hard to understand what he was saying.

Not an ounce of fear entered your body as he continues to pin you there. Yet, your voice was caught behind a lump. So many questions fluttered around inside of your head but all you could do was stare into the emotionless eyes of his mask.

As if you had burned him, he ripped himself away from you within a blink of any eye. It left you feeling unsteady and almost falling to the ground. You saw for a moment he reached out to help you before letting the limb fall to his side.

Then, he was gone. In a small flash of blue, his form disappeared completely. Yet, you could feel him standing there, like a ghost to haunt you.

The walk home was confusing.

…

Blaring noises, inundated scents. Everything that a newly blooded would not be able to handle. Through the thick of it, the hunter waited in the shadows for the perfect moment. His ears picking up every little noise yet filtering them until he felt a pull. This pique his interest. A feeling he’s never felt before. His eyes closed as it persisted inside of him, his chest tightening.

A huff sounded from his mask he stood up, long legs stretching after being in a crouch position for so long. The Yautja cracked his neck a couple of times before beginning his trek through the concrete jungle. He allowed the tug to guide him over buildings as if he back on his home planet. It took him from one side of the city hundreds of thousands of oomans resided in all the way to the other side.

All of his moves were smooth, agile. He knew where and how to land before he was going to. His body going through the motion like a thousand times beforehand. His feet never making a sound. His breaths steady, confident. He loved this, the movement, the rise of adrenaline. That extra energy that filled his system.

The pads of his feet let him land silently on the edge of a building. The pull taking his straight down. He stopped and peered over the edge… to find three measly oomans. The heavy scent of fear permeated the air. He drank in the smell and watched the scene unfold before his bright eyes.

At the sight of ooman between the two male had his quills bristling at the sight. With his cloak deactivated, the Yautja stepped off from the edge. His entire body landed on top of one ooman, simply crushing it underneath his feet like the scum it was. Its frame making a sickening sound he could care less about to think of.

He launched himself at the other ooman. No mercy. A hand wrapped around the ooman’s throat while the other wrapped around its head. Only an ounce of his strength was extruded as he snapped the neck of this low life. Its body dropped to the dirty floor of this noisy, death filled city.

Beneath the thick scales that covered his chest, a strange feeling bloomed. It was the same notion from before. Pulling him backwards. He raised a hand to graze over the spot, deep in thought.

A snarl ripped at his throat. He whipped around to face the only other living thing in this dark path. The biomask that covered his face scanned over the little ooman left in his presence. Weapons, nonthreatening, adorn its small body. He wasn’t intimidated by them. He could scoff at how unprotected it was in a place like this.

He was upon the ooman in a second, ramming them into a brick. One hand coming around to cradle the back of its head while the other swiftly encased your neck. The Yautja gave it no room for escape.

His entire body tensed as the feeling tenfolded, eyes widening behind his mask. He didn’t know what was happening. Unlike any other time he’s had a ooman in his grasp, you didn’t move, you were like water in his grasp.

Tales as old as time sprung to life in his mind. “Y-you,” he grumbled in the ooman’s dialect. It hurt his throat to speak the language but he wasn’t going to waste a translator on you. He couldn’t… couldn’t. His heart, his mighty heart pulled, fluttered even, at your proximity and touch. “Not po-possible.” He hated the ooman languages.

The ooman’s face turned sour with confusion. He watched as you raised a hand to his chest, where his heart beats. A hiss surged past his mandibles. With a hand, he snatched your wrist and pinned it above your head harshly. Hopefully, you would learn a lesson. Not a single waft of terror rolled from your tiny, fragile body.

It jerked at his heart harder. In an instant, the Yautja yanked himself away from you with disgust. Yet, the way you stumbled from the lack of a steady body to protect you, he moved to help you. Halfway through the motion, he paused, arms falling to his sides. He needed to leave. Now.

A simple button had his cloak reactivating and gone from your sight. His feet were cemented in place right before you. You could still feel him, standing there. He observed you after you finally ripped yourself from the wall and began the trek of wherever you were heading.

Like your shadow, he followed you. All the way, even as you opened a door to a dingey old building and up the stairs. The Yautja followed your every move even as you prepared for bed and laid down. He watched you struggle to find comfort, kicking, squirming, and shivering. The distress clearly evident. Strangely enough, he wanted nothing more to march into your room and comfort you. But, the Yautja stayed.

When he knew it was time to become homebound, the Yautja gave you one last look. Days in, days out, he’s been your shadow, observing your every move. For the fifteen rotations of your planet, he’s been there. He didn’t allow himself to be seen, by anyone. Including yourself. He was there though.

.

Sleeping was difficult. A struggle to find peace within the storm raging inside of you now. It felt a door had been opened and couldn’t be shut. You felt incomplete now. A distraught noise escaped your lips as you fulfilled your worthless job. You leaned heavily on the counter with a sigh, eyes shutting. All you saw through the darkness was flashes of that night.

The night were everything changed.

On the day afterwards, you took an unfortunate day off from work. As much as you needed the money, research was needed to be done. For the entire day, you searched through every article possible about soulmates. Everything. You also dug into anything that was close to whatever had… saved you. It had saved you then disappeared. But it left behind a feeling that was consuming you every thought.

Was this what it felt like to be abandoned? You whined at the thought and opened your eyes. Work needed to be done. If only you knew the consequences.

[soulntes]

THREE : THREESOME <3

ROMANCING PANDORA EVENT

TSU'TEY X OC X SO'LEK

many na'vi have experienced their chance of a lifetime in bonding and mating with their partner they've had set their eyes on. getting to know them on a spiritual and and friendship level to remember their likings and passion to gain a smile and slight touch of their hand on theirs.

to experience the life of youth with love and happiness alongside your mate.

for so'lek, it was different.

a young, well respected warrior's life changed drastically when he lost his entire clan. ever since he didn't want to seek out a potential na'vi for his liking because he swore revenge on his people.

after planning to live alone in the wilderness, one na'vi decided to persuade him to stay. not a na'vi, a dream walker who eywa has chosen to live in her na'vi body.

selena. jake sully's sister.

he highly respects jake but not knowing he had a relative made it more difficult.

the second his eyes laid on her, his heart stopped then it accelerated from her friendly smile and wanted to talk with him. the way she moves differently than other na'vi women, her strong presence before him had his knees buckled, her overwhelming scent filling his nose. the hair style and wardrobe she put on fits her right in with the rest of the na'vi. her slender but built figure is so alluring.

she made him weak. she was the first to have him experience these new things. the first na'vi who gave him an experience.

selena caught him off guard when she hugged him all of a sudden that his tail wagged and his body tensed, "i'm sorry for what happened with your clan. if there's anything you need you can ask jake or you can stay here with the omatikaya. the other clans have decided to stay."

so'lek couldn't speak but he had to so he wouldn't weird her out, "i am alright. i don't need to merge with your clan. i am planning for revenge against the sky people if they return. i must take my leave." he felt guilty and stupid for passing up an opportunity to know more about her.

she nods with a sad expression, "of course. i understand. what's your name?"

his ears perked at the mention of knowing his name, "so'lek."

she smiled more and held his hands, "that's a nice name, so'lek. i hope to see you some day." with a kiss on his cheek, she left him alone with his thoughts as he touched his cheek where she put her lips on. he began to fluster madly at the affection.

the na'vi warrior brushed it off, gathering his things and left to venture off alone into the forest.

that was years ago when he felt a void in his heart and a vacant soul ever since. knowing he'd regret coming back and decide to follow his heart when he found a tree of voices, he returned to find the hidden clan.

many clues and traces passed when he saw a couple of hunters hunting the area and flew up the hallelujah mountains.

upon arriving at the hidden spot of the omatikaya, he was surrounded by them with arrows and guns pointing at him for questioning. he wanted to explain when selena came into view with her brother.

so'lek pointed towards her, "you know me. remember."

selena's ears perked when she heard his voice and stood in front of him with a smile, "i'd known you'd come back, so'lek."

there it was again. that same feeling. his heart began to thumping rapidly and his palms started to sweat. "yes i guess i came for you."

his answer shocked her but she continued to smile, grabbing his hand to pull him somewhere, "i'll show you around."

he didn't know where they were going but he knew by the new scent of hers, she wasn't alone. she was mated with another.

by the time he stayed with the omatikaya, he learned she mated with the infamous and brave warrior that survived a big fall and bullets to his body.

no matter that she was mated and bonded with another, he still desired her and wished to taste her and tsu'tey noticed this.

tsu'tey knows the lust and smell of hormones reeking of this young male na'vi wanting his tanhi. he wants to show this stranger that this woman was his alone but he saw how his mate expressed herself with the young male.

selena talks about him whenever she gets the chance and she was starting to smell like him from showing him around.

his mind went to imagining the possibilities of seeing her get her pussy rammed by another man's cock while looking at him, begging him to put his in. kissing her lips while he fucks her pussy and so'lek wanting to do the same but he can't, her lips are his. rubbing her clit hard while the male fucks her hole just to see her squirt and sucks on her nipple.

tsu'tey decided to bring up the topic of bringing in another person into their relationship and she was surprised since he's hostile and possessive when it came to his mate.

in the end, they agreed to have so'lek in their relationship in a poly and selena couldn't wait.

this is where they are now.

so'lek was sitting with selena sitting on his cock reverse cowgirl with his hands on her thighs, spreading them wide for tsu'tey to admire. tsu'tey went down to put his mouth on her clit to suck on while so'lek fucked her relentlessly because of good she felt when she clenched on him.

"so'lek....oh so'lek!" selena moaned with her tail wagging and found his tail to wrap around it while she turned his head to kiss him tenderly but passionately. the young male grunted against her lips and sucked on her tongue as he thrusted desperately into her pussy. tsu'tey was getting a little jealous of their intimate moments so he went to put her nipple in his mouth and swirls his tongue around the bud as he rubs her clit slowly and harshly to edge her.

selena whimpers against so'lek's lips feeling tsu'tey's rough tongue on her bud giving her the pleasure of recovering this kind of treatment from both males.

"ma tanhi, you are not paying attention to me." tsu'tey says in an annoyed tone but selena reassures him with caressing his ears and hair.

she separates her lips from him and kisses him and uses her hand to jerk him off and guide his cock to her pussy. she wants both of them.

"ma tsu'tey....don't be jealous. i love both of you. put it in, yawne." she says in between breaths and gasps from the tip of tsu'tey's cock rubbing her clit. tsu'tey slightly pushes his cock in and hisses at the pressure added with pleasure when it's inside with another. so'lek whimpers, continuing to push his deeper and faster so desperate to cum from her pussy alone.

so'lek thought this was impossible but now, it is not. he doesn't want to push it when they've barely begun as a poly relationship. either way he wants to take the leap.

so'lek grabs his queue and shows it to selena and tsu'tey to indicate what he wants. with his other hand around her waist and his lips nibbling her ear, "please....bond with me....i want to feel it."

selena didn't think twice, grabbing tsu'tey's and her braid, showing their tendrils to connect with so'lek's. tsu'tey didn't mind, he was going to share with the other male and willing to accept him as a mate as long they got along.

all three of them connect with each other and a surge of love and passion connects them spiritually as they drown in their love. both males thrust into their mate and take turns in kissing each other. so'lek felt happy and at ease at finally not having one but two mates who will cherish him. he's not alone now.

all three of them came together and lovingly nibbled, kissed, and embraced each other with the warmth of their bodies with their queues still connected.

NOTE : i think i want to make a so'lek fic with tsu'tey after this came to mind 👀

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[soulessjourney]

Stranger In The Shadows (Part 2)

Paring: Azriel x Reader (Rhysand's sister)

Word count: 2.2k

Summary: It's been almost two years since Y/N disappeared without a trace during one of her missions. Now, she suddenly reappears just outside of Velaris with no memory and a strange darkness enveloping her mind. What secrets does she now hold after her mysterious disappearance? What lies within that abyss of darkness that consumes her?

Warnings: mentions of violence, abuse, blood, injuries, angst, mentions of vomiting

Darkness enveloped your mind, tormenting you with memories of your screams and the sinister laughter of your captors. Vivid images of fire and knives flashed before your eyes as you pleaded for your life. Their faces remained obscured, almost as if your mind shielded you from seeing their true identities, an attempt to protect you from the horrors you had endured. You sensed something building up within you, as if your body were about to ignite. Distant whispers taunted you, a constant reminder that you now belonged to them. You were no longer in control; your mind and soul had been seized by the monsters who had kept you on the brink of death for two years.

The realization was heart-wrenching. You no longer had authority over your own actions or thoughts. Who were you to become after this? A stranger within your own mind and body, a foreign soul attempting to govern a corrupted and broken vessel. The men standing before you were strangers, their faces blurred and concealed by an ominous, amorphous mass that mimicked an evil presence. "Kill them," it would whisper. "Kill them now." Every part of your being ached, and you struggled to contain your nausea. Your mind felt like a prison, and you no longer had control over yourself.

Two months. Two months had passed since you were taken to the House of Wind, since you had lashed out, expelling the darkness within you. Two months since you heard your mate cry out your name upon finding you in bed. As you gazed at the door, you could discern the shadows of the High Lord and the Shadowsinger moving outside, engaged in hushed conversation. Rhysand had introduced himself as your older brother, and Azriel as your mate. Part of you resented not recognizing your own mate or brother.

Rhysand had considered you too dangerous to be left unattended, especially after you had stopped time itself. The shadows whispered curses in your ears, inciting you to harm the two men outside your door. You detested the condescending tone of those voices as they urged you to inflict pain. Groaning, you leaned over the bed, expelling the food and water you had consumed earlier, the sound growing louder.

The door swung open, and the two males looked at you in horror. There you were, on your hands and knees, retching as a black liquid poured from you. When the sounds ceased, a chilling sensation swept through your body before you collapsed on the ground, pale and drenched in sweat. Rhysand called for Madja as he rushed towards you, only to be halted by a shroud of shadows encircling your body, forming a black curtain. The shadows seemed to calm as Madja entered the room and approached you.

This was unlike anything Madja had ever witnessed. What had happened to you during those two years of captivity? Assisting you back onto the bed, Madja covered you to provide warmth and placed a cool rag on your forehead. She motioned for the two males to move to the other side of the room to confer while keeping an eye on you. "This is unlike anything I have ever seen, and I've witnessed countless things I wish I could forget," Madja remarked. "We need to monitor her closely. I'll analyze the substance and conduct some research to identify it. But what both of you need to determine is what transpired during her absence. Rhysand, work on building trust with her, see if she'll allow you into her mind. Azriel, spend time with her, earn her trust, and encourage her to open up to you. Every word you choose must be carefully considered; you're playing a high-stakes game with her life." Madja then moved to clean up the contents you had vomited before exiting the room.

Rhysand let out a soft sigh, pinched the bridge of his nose, and turned to Azriel. "How are we supposed to gain her trust when she wants to kill us every time we come near her?" he asked, his violet eyes filled with sorrow and despair. This was his little sister, the girl he had promised to protect and for whom he would sacrifice his life. His best friend who knew all his secrets, the one person he had trusted more than anyone else in his life.

Azriel remained silent as he studied you. You looked vastly different from the last time he had seen you. Your cheekbones were more pronounced, and you appeared paler. The honey tan that once graced your skin had vanished, replaced by a milky white complexion that made you appear almost lifeless. His eyes caught something in your hair, and he raised an eyebrow. Stepping closer, he gently moved your hair aside, revealing a white streak that started just above your ears and ran through your long curls. Examining the other side, he noticed a matching streak. What had happened? Your hair had not looked like this earlier. Reflecting on the moment you had been on your hands and knees, retching up that dark substance, something about it felt ominous. What had they done to you during your disappearance? What coursed through your veins and controlled you? Sighing, Azriel stepped away and closed his eyes, taking several deep breaths. "I promise I'll free you from whatever they've done to you," he whispered before leaving the room, with Rhysand following closely behind.

After about a week, Rhysand and Azriel had made little progress in gaining your trust. They sat at a table with the rest of the Inner Circle, with Madja seated across from Rhysand, while the Inner Circle watched her attentively. "After examining the substance Y/N expelled from her body last week, I sensed a familiar quality in the power she possesses, and the substance had a peculiar essence," she explained. The others leaned in, hanging on her every word. "She's connected to the cauldron."

Gasps rippled through the room before Nesta spoke up. "So she's like us? But how is that possible? Her powers now rival Rhysand's, and if she wanted to, she could level the entire Night Court," Nesta said, shifting closer to Cassian, who exchanged a nervous glance with Rhysand. It was true, your powers had grown to the point where they could match Rhysand's, and this fact terrified him. He didn't want to treat his sister as an enemy, but if you remained closed off, they might have no choice.

Madja shook her head and turned her attention to the Archeron sisters. "Not quite. You were created by the cauldron, so you have a connection to it, but she has become the embodiment of the cauldron, meaning she possesses its powers. She can also communicate with it, and it exerts control over her. Now, there is a way to save her, but it would involve essentially pushing her to the brink of death to sever the bond she shares with the cauldron." Madja looked at Azriel. "There are significant risks associated with this process. It could awaken the latent power within her, potentially sparking a war, or we might lose her soul and mind, rendering her incapable of functioning. It's akin to the effects of breaking a mating bond, but even more severe."

Azriel met Madja's gaze as she spoke. He wasn't sure if he could bear the thought of losing you, leaving you as a mere shell of your former self. "Is there a possibility that, if we can't sever the bond, we can help her harness the powers she now possesses and use them to protect the court?" Azriel hated suggesting the idea of exploiting your abilities to safeguard their court, but with powers capable of obliterating an entire court in seconds, it was worth considering to prevent further wars.

"It's difficult to say for certain. However, breaking this bond is crucial because it will ultimately lead to her death. The cauldron is slowly draining the life from her, and it's only a matter of time before she perishes. I need all of you to observe the patterns of her behavior, to recognize when she acts out and when she's at peace with herself. She has started recognizing all of you, but the cauldron will go to great lengths to protect its host." The Inner Circle grimaced at the harsh reality Madja described, but it underscored the urgency of breaking this bond.

For the next several weeks, you noticed an increasing number of visitors, particularly your mate and your brother. They seemed to visit at specific times of the day, coinciding with the moments when the power within you remained dormant, almost as if it were sleeping. But it was far from asleep; it was vigilant, observing everything happening around you and eavesdropping on the conversations taking place. It eagerly sought a weak point within the Night Court to exploit, and it delighted in watching the court unravel as the Inner Circle became more determined to get closer to you.

As you stood at the window, your head began to pulse, and the shadows you held seemed to come alive, almost forming another person beside you. You couldn't help but notice the features it possessed. It was you, taking on the form of you, with those unsettling black pits for eyes. "They're going to separate us. They're afraid of what we are, and they want to sever our connection for good," the figure hissed.

"They want to save my life. We all know my body can't handle the power you gave me. Shouldn't you be relieved that you won't have a host on the brink of death every time you lash out?" you countered, turning your gaze back to the window. It felt surreal to be having a conversation with the shadow beside you, but it was preferable to the constant buzzing in your head.

"You are not weak, girl. In fact, you're quite the opposite. You're strong enough to harness the power we possess, but it's up to you to embrace the power we hold. Only then can we become truly strong," the shadow claimed. You laughed, shaking your head at the words hissed in your direction.

"They believe that breaking our bond will save your life, but in reality, it will kill you. I am a part of you, Y/N. They can try to suppress and separate us, but that task is impossible."

You hummed, crossing your arms and fully facing the figure in front of you. "You want me to harm my family. Why would I give in to you when that's your only desire? I refuse to bring down my brother's court for your amusement. Besides, you're nothing more than a tool, a pawn even, to Beron. Why would you want to be nothing more than an asset to someone who doesn't care about your well-being after he gets what he wants?" you questioned, maintaining your gaze on the shadowed figure. Just as the door began to open, causing the shadows to disperse and hide.

As you glanced towards the door, Azriel walked into the room, wearing a soft smile as he looked at you. The more time you had spent together, the more memories of your relationship came flooding back. It brought you a sense of peace to know that you had someone who loved you more than life itself, but it also made it that much harder to trust him. He was willing to put your life on the line to save the court, and part of you resented him for that. "I heard you talking. Was there someone else here?" he inquired, scanning the room for any signs of an intruder.

Shaking your head, you moved across the room and sat on the bed, picking up a book. "No, just talking to myself. I've had a lot on my mind, and it helps to say it out loud," you replied, offering him a small smile.

"Liar," you silently begged him to say those words, but he surprised you by sitting down beside you instead. "You've seemed happier lately. I got permission from Rhysand to take you out for a walk around Velaris tomorrow. We can get you some new clothes and perhaps some of the sweets you used to enjoy." His words shattered something inside you. Azriel was determined to find the old you within the shadows that consumed you, but you knew you were no longer that person. You had died the moment you merged with the cauldron. Azriel's pursuit of the past you would only lead to disappointment.

You nodded and turned away from him, opening your book. You could feel his gaze burning into your head, and you saw his hand move toward you before he thought better of it. The connection between you two sagged in sadness, yearning for his touch. It was a silent and unspoken longing that hung in the air, a connection strained by distance and emotions left unexpressed.

Perhaps one day, you would find the confidence to yield to his touch and bridge the growing gap between you. Inside, you heard the cauldron's laughter echoing in response to your thoughts. You felt lost, powerless, reduced to a puppet serving Beron and the cauldron's will.

[mitsuki91]

Okay, just so you all know, daddy!Coryo live now in my mind permanently, and of course the only reasonable thing to do is set him free by writing something...

I will share one little wip I wrote in my tiny lunch break:

Coriolanus dropped another piece of meat with the classic clang and watched the hybrid devour it. 1.57 seconds. A new record.

"Tell me," replied the professor, his tone neutral to mask his irritation, "What should I do?"

He heard Dr Gaul's clang.

"I have decided that your little songbird will sing at the opening ceremony of the next Games. You remember, don't you? Lucy Gray Baird."

Coriolanus' heart lost a beat.

Determined not to show any emotion, he slammed his tongs back into the funnel. Clang.

She won't find her, he was thinking, frantic, trying not to panic.

She won't find her, and so…

"The girl is already on her way, with all her family," something detached itself inside him, like a piece of floating soul as he struggled to carry on his mechanical gestures. Another piece of flesh. Another clang. The stopwatch. 2.17 seconds. "I thought, as her former Mentor, you were the right person to host the Coveys... And convince your little Lucy Gray to play and sing for us in early July." 

She found her.

His heart was beating furiously in his chest. Clang. 2.54 seconds.

She found her.

When did she return?

"... With a smile on her face, possibly. Accompanied by her family so that the world can see how much a Victor is able to enjoy life, after being pardoned from Panem” 

She's bringing her to me.

Lucy Gray... To his house? With the Coveys? Little Maude Ivory... CC... Tam Amber? Barb Azure?

Oh god.

If she was back... What had she told the others?!

Would they hate him, all of them?

And he was supposed to convince her to sing for Panem? With a smile on her face?

Another clang. His mind raced in circles, and Coriolanus had to force himself to maintain a neutral expression, to carry out his task, to feign indifference...

Could this have been a second chance?

"Ah, there's one small detail," Dr Gaul continued, indifferent to his inner screams, "I don't think it will be a problem for you, however it's better that the public doesn't know... You see, as a matter of reputation."

"What?" asked Coriolanus, his tone always neutral.

Clang. That ugly rat face again. 1.97 seconds.

"Your songbird had a baby," replied Dr Gaul, tone as always sing-songy. Coriolanus stopped with the tongs in midair, rigid. Had he understood correctly?! “It's not good for Capitol City to be aware of the... Poor composure of the people of the Districts. Beasts that mate without even waiting until they come of age…”

Coriolanus felt himself rocking and had to appeal to every last ounce of self-control to remain upright and still. Not to be seen. Not to collapse.

Lucy Gray, with a child?

Lucy Gray... Lucy Gray with...?

"... Are you all right, Mr Snow?"

Coriolanus widened his smile and beat the tongs into the funnel with a loud clang. He took the time. 2.80 seconds.

"Well, I'll be getting baby items," he replied, posed and courteous and light as ever.

Inside, he was filled with fury.

Who dared?!

Let me know if you are curious 😂😂

[iplayguitarbutshesintodrummers]

Love is not a real thing | Calum Hood x Reader (she/her)

Autor note: I wrote this based in something i read on the 5sos wikipedia when i started to stan them that said that calum didn't believed in love

Also, sorry if there's any grammatical error, english Is not my first lenguage.

summary: you were friends with 5sos even before they started the band, Calum Is your best friend and to be honest you always had a tiny crush on him, until some time ago where your feelings started to grow stronger.

The problem here Is that calum wasn't a love believer, he would always complain about how hard relationships and love in general Is, just because he had some failed relationships for dating mean ass people.

But maybe..

Just maybe

You could make him think otherwise

Warning: dramatic confession, fluff too much fluff lol

Pov Y/N:

I would be lying if i say that i didn't felt anything for Calum, i've been having this weird feelings since we met, not so long ago i realized that i was in love with him.

But it was late now, we already have a strong friendship, telling him about my feelings would be like throw me off a cliff and im not willing to risk my treasured friendship for just some silly feelings that probably are just something that i would forget about as soon as i met someone else, right?

But i couldn't help it.

Sometimes i would just watch him exist when we hang out with the boys, getting lost in his eyes or just admiring his features, fantasizing about pressing my lips against his or whisper into his ear how much i loved him

A voice took me out of my thoughts

"Y/N, you okay? You have been dissociating for 20 minutes now"

Ashton said with a confused and worried expression

"yeah, everything's okay"

I took a sip of my drink and tried to catch up with everything the boys have been talking about, remembering the old times and getting nostalgic since the other day i was going to move to Nashville

calum was a little more quiet tonight, i tried not to make eye contact with him since i sweared that he was almost staring into my soul.

Luke turned towards Calum

"what's up with your love life, cal pal?"

"nothing new, mate, you already know how i feel about the whole love thing"

"what about you, Y/N?"

Luke asked me making me get out of my thoughts once again

"what about me...?"

"do you have a partner?"

Calum asked being straight forward

"uhm.. no i don't"

The topic stayed there and we didn't touched it again for the whole night.

It was past midnight when we decided that we should leave the bar.

Mostly because Luke and Michael were getting a little bit too tipsy.

Ashton offered to take them home, leaving Calum and me alone.

"i'll text you when i get home"

I was planning on walking back home, i needed some fresh air and a little walk won't hurt anyone.

"where are you going?"

Calum said with his arms crossed sightly raising his brow

"to my house..?"

"without me?"

Calum said sightly teasing before wrapping one of his arms around my shoulders as we started walking

"thanks for coming with me"

"whenever you want, rockstar"

as we walked towards my place we talked about a lot of random topics, sometimes we were even stopping our tracks to just talk

Like if we never wanted to arrive my place and end this night.

However, sooner or later that was going to happen.

we arrived to the front door of my house.

I unlocked it and turned to look at Calum.

"thanks for the walk"

"no worries, mate"

He waved at me and turned around as he started walking away.

It was now or never

"Calum!"

He stopped his tracks and looked at me

"hm?"

"..."

I took a deep breath trying to find the correct words

"i.."

"i love you"

His eyes widened sightly and then he smiled kindly

"love you too"

He turned around and kept walking away.

What the hell have just happend..?

He thought i said it in a friendly meanor..?

I noticed that it started to drizzle, i just hoped he would get home safe and dry at least.

Pov Calum:

I left Y/N's house as soon as i could, even if i didn't meant to but i just felt like i needed to leave running out of there.

I felt my breath heavier, a huge weight over my shoulders and how my heart was beating like if it was going to get out of my chest at any moment.

It was just a simple, friendly "I love you" right?

I shouldn't be overthinking it that much, but i couldn't help it.

There was something in they way she said it that it made it have so much power over me.

I arrived to my place and just lied on my couch looking at the ceiling just trying to think of something else, but my thoughts always leaded to her, to Y/N.

The question flooded my mind "what did she meant by that?" Was she just being friendly? Or was she flirting with me?

I started to get frustrated because i had so many questions and not a single answer

I would be lying if i say i haven't been some kind of attracted to Y/N lately, but i feel like she's completely out of my reach, not only because she's one of my best friends since forever but because i feel like she's too much for me, i wouldn't be able to give her what she deserves, and i would end up messing everything up like i always do in my relationships

However

I needed to get it out of my chest, we hated having secrets between us, after all, she was moving to Nashville tomorrow and it was my last chance.

I stood up, took my car keys and opened the door to leave my house and go to look for Y/N

What i didn't expected was to find her there right in front of me under the rain

"Y/N?"

She interrupted me

"when i told you that i love you"

"i was being serious"

"Cal, if im going to leave i think you deserve to know what has been through my mind lately"

"i.. i think i developed feelings for you"

My eyes widened, the hell we actually shared braincells..

"Y/N-"

"don't say anything i don't want answers, i just want to get this out of my chest"

"i really like you Cal."

"im not saying we could be something like boyfriend and girlfriend because i don't know how you feel about this and also the fact that you say "you always mess up" in relationships and that you don't believe in love"

"and that's what i wanted to talk to you about"

"you sticked to the idea that you are not worth of love and that you always mess up your relationships and it ends up happening just because you are constantly thinking about it. And i hate seeing you torturing yourself like that. You are worth of love Cal, you are a good partner, you are everything anyone would wish in a relationship"

"and im sick of you not believing me, you think you always mess up because you think you are "too boring" or "too simple"

"When in reality you are not anything of that, and your exes just couldn't actually see who you really are and what you actually worth"

"you are the most talented, kindest, funniest, and romantic person i know and i can't stand you not believing that because some bullshit people made you think otherwise"

Her voice started to break

'i just-"

"i wished you could see yourself like I see you so you could understand why i like you so much"

"i wish you could see that love Is a real thing, that love Is not really what you think it Is"

"i wished you could give me a chance to prove to you that you never were the problem and that you just needed to find the correct person.."

I felt a knot in my throat i just needed to hug her and cry in her arms, i needed to hear that so bad.

I just didn't thought that hearing it from her could be so relieving

There was a long silence between us while i was trying to find the correct words to say.

Suddenly she took a step closer

"Calum.."

I looked at her

"promise me that when you fall in love again.. you'll think about what i told you

And promise me that, in that case, you would be positive enough to make things work"

"Y/N.."

My voice breaking

"i promise i would be positive enough to make things work between us"

"wait wha-?"

I didn't wanted to hear anything more, I cupped her face with my hands and kissed her without warning.

At first i felt her tense, she didn't expected me to do that, but then she gave in and kissed me back.

some seconds after we both pulled away and i pressed my forehead against her's

"am i being too dramatic if i say you might be my end game?"

I said with a silly little grin in my face

"kind of, but that's what i like about you"

Pls reblog if you liked this, you would help me a lot

The fics requests are open btw! Tysm for reading <3

[fizzyapplecandy]

The one with the female vampire, and her spark

Ateez Yunho X Fem Vampire Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Comfort

1.7k words

An addition to the previous imagine

Hey guys!

I wanted to get a bit into the whole 'spark' thing with our main characters. I hope you were curious about that whole ordeal as well.

Enjoy! X

Have you ever wondered about soulmates? Your one, big, true love? What a load of crap, am I right?

Well, let me tell you something about soul ties then.

It's similar to the soulmate thing, only amplified. Once you bond yourself to your mate, there is no going back.

You feel happiness, they feel happiness. You feel joy, they feel joy.

You die, they die.

You get the gist.

I didn't think much about soul bonds until I met Yunho, my current human boyfriend. He's been adapting to my vampire side almost naturally. His friend Wooyoung has gone on a trip with my ex fling in order to learn more about the life of a newborn vampire. (And so as to not harm his friends and family here)

I've been thinking about the 'spark' as me and Yunho call it almost non-stop. We know it's not an ordinary bolt of electricity.

The library hasn't been extremely helpful. Every ancient text I have doesn't mention a single thing about a bond between a human and a vampire.

I was sitting on the couch in my living room, sipping on a chilled glass of freshly squeezed B positive when Yunho came through the door.

"Hey baby."

He leaned down to give me a peck in the lips and sat beside me.

"Hey buddy boy. How was the last exam? Although I'm certain your big, smart brain aced it"

He got a bit red in the face, not yet used to my praises.

"I have high hopes for this last one. I have even higher hopes for that promise of yours."

Ah, yes.

Ever since Yunho found out about my cold blooded side, he's been adamant on becoming one himself. We've been together for about six months now, and I've honestly thought about it too much. The only problem making me question my decision is simple - fear.

Fear that he will change his mind about me, run away, and I'll never see him again.

"I know baby boy, but we've talked about this. Once you get all of your results and graduate, the honor to turn you will be mine. I just want to make sure you understand how serious this is. I love you, Yunho, but I don't want you to miss out on life."

I looked at my almost empty cup, unaware of his intense gaze.

"Listen, baby. There isn't a thing in the world that's going to stop me from changing my decision. I want to be with you. I want to spend the rest of eternity with you."

He took my face into his palms.

"When I look at you, all I can see is my happiness."

If I could still cry, I'd tear up right about now.

I sighed and nodded.

"Okay, I'll fulfill my promise."

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.

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Two weeks later we were celebrating Yunho and Wooyoung's graduation with an intimate dinner between the two of them, Seonghwa, and Hongjoong. He's become a key part of the group after his famous college bash.

"A toast! To finally putting an end to this shit show! I hope to never suffer through college again!"

Poor Woo. He doesn't know that college will become his favorite pastime in the lifelong journey of a young vampire.

We clinked our glasses together and the room was soon filled with laughs and jokes.

"Seriously Y/N! When will you turn my best friend? I have stronger willpower now, but it's still tempting!"

I kept quiet through his inquiry.

"Knock it off Woo." Mumbled Yunho beside him.

"No, like, I get it. You don't want this life for him. The cold skin, aversion to the Sun, drinking blood... Have you thought about how selfish you are though?"

My head shot up and my eyes bled black. Before I could rip his jugular our, my sweet boyfriend cleared his throat.

"Listen guys this has been truly great, but I think it's time for you to go. And you -" he pointed at Wooyoung "- stay out of our business. What we do, and the agreements we make don't concern you."

That ought to shut him up for some time.

After they left I got ready for bed while Yunho washed the dishes. He knows I'm capable of doing it myself, but he insists that I've "washed too many dishes in my lifetime" and that I should relish in his helping hands.

"Baby? Are you all set up for bed?"

"Yeah, just waiting on you."

He came into the room freshly showered, with a towel wrapped around his waist. Now, that is a sight for sore eyes.

Unfortunately, we knew tonight wasn't about that kind of intimacy.

"I hope you didn't let Woo get to you. We all know how bras he is about things."

I nodded and looked into his eyes.

"Yeah, it's just... I don't want you to think I'm changing my mind. I want you, Yunho. I'm just... Scared."

He put in his pyjamas and slid beside me, circling his arms around my waist. He gently placed a kiss on my forehead, before moving my head up to give me a light peck.

"I get it. I'm scared, too. But the thought of not being with you scares me even more, you know that?"

I placed my hand on his cheek.

This was going to be tough.

"Do you want me to do it now?"

His eyes widened and he sat up.

"Like right now, now? I mean..."

"We don't have to if you aren't ready. I kind of said this out of the blue. Forget it."

He pulled me up beside him. He gulped and took a deep breath.

"Do it, Y/N. Make me yours forever."

We looked into each others eyes as I nodded slowly. Without breaking our gaze, I bit my wrist to let my midnight blood flow.

"It's not going to be tasty, just so you know."

Without hesitation, he grabbed my wrist and put it to his mouth. I forgot how it felt to be sucked dry of your blood. With the intensity he was doing it, you'd think he was the vampire.

"Okay buddy boy, that's about enough."

He pulled away from me, all smeared around the mouth with the liquid. That was the easy part of it all.

"You get that now I have to... Snap your neck, or... I don't know? You'll have to die now."

"I... Yes, I get it. Just... Be as gentle as you can. I think a quick snap of the neck will do."

"I love you, Yunho."

"I love..."

He was out like a light before he finished the sentence.

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.

.

I stayed up all night watching over him. I could see his skins getting paler, along with his muscles contorting. It wasn't a pretty sight, but I knew the transformation would soon be over. I had a couple of blood bags ready because his hunger would take over the shock.

Just as I was about to flip another page in my book, I felt him stirring beside me.

"What in the world? Why is everything so pixelated? Y/N?"

"Hey there baby boy, how are you feeling?"

I touched his cheek and froze. If our touches were sparks before he turned, now they were fireworks.

The sensation made him sit up straight, and his crimson eyes bore into mine.

"You can feel that, right? Y/N? I think I'm in love with you."

"Roger that. I thought you were already?"

He shook his head. "No, like... I was before, but now it's..."

"More intense?"

"Exactly."

I put my palm onto his now still heart. My fingertips were vibrating.

"I don't know what this is baby, but I think we were meant to be."

He nodded enthusiastically. "Like soulmates?"

I froze for a second. How could I forget?

I jumped out of bed and ran into my study. The answer was right under my nose this whole time.

"Y/N? Hey, why are you in such a hurry? I mean can't the books wait, we have a more important issue here." He gestured to himself, but I couldn't stop until I found it.

"Ha! I knew it was here! Let me just..."

I opened up the old journal and flicked through the pages.

There it was, smack dab in the middle. I pointed at the words underlined and called Yunho over.

"Soul ties?" I nodded.

"Soul ties baby."

He picked me up and spun me around, laughing in glee.

"I knew we were something special! Where did you get this from?" He gestured towards the journal, and I smiled sadly.

"I met a young woman once, while traveling around Istanbul. She was a witch, known for her abilities to see soulmates, or in our case, soul ties. She claimed every person on this planet had another half, separated by the stars. Our spark wasn't as intense with me being supernatural, and you being human. Now that we are the same, we can feel everything, all at once."

He nodded in understanding. "I get it. It fits us, you know. Soul ties. It has a nice ring to it."

He flipped through the pages again. "What happened to the woman?"

If vampires could cry, this is where a tear would drop.

"She couldn't live with the fact that her soul tie died. So she went to the lake he drowned in, submerging herself two months after his funeral. She left the journal on her desk with a note attached."

I went to the last page of the journal where a piece of paper was stuck.

"To Y/N. I hope you find your special someone, someday. After all, you have a whole eternity to search. I wish you all the best. Use my notes if you ever have any questions or concerns. Thank you for being a part of my short life. You made it memorable.

Love, Sevdah."

Yunho hugged me from behind, and put his head on my shoulder.

"You do make everything memorable Y/N."

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"Remember the talk about soul ties we had?"

"Yes, Wooyoung, I remember the one hundred questions you've asked."

"Okay, well, do you guys like read each others thoughts? Or like, can you feel each other up from a distance?"

He was pulled up by his collar by my overly strong and protective (now immortal) boyfriend.

"Okay, off you go now pervert."

"Hey, that was a valid question!"

[auspicioustidings]

Breeding w/ Soap

-your wife 🫶

"Beautiful boy" Rudy mumbled.

Alejandro had to agree with his pack mate. They were a two alpha pack (although at one time perhaps they had thought they might have a third, a female alpha with a kink for chaos and beautiful brown eyes) and had never dreamed of this scenario. The omega of the 141 pack presenting for them, sunken into the nest he had made in their home, his hole twitching at Rudy's praise and his back stretched deliciously for them to see every muscle with his face pressed to Ghost's mask.

"Are you sure?" Ale asked, hesitantly crouching over and running his hand through Soap's hair, earning a purr which went straight to his dick.

" 'course I'm sure. You've saved my pack's lives more than once, we want tae dae this for ye. And Price disnae have much love of having a pup, but he is desperate tae see me swell with one. Gaz says when his sister was pregnant she was barely oot her nest, always gaggin' for her alphas."

Ale about held it together, but Rudy couldn't hold back the bark of laughter. It was so very like the 141 one to go this far for one of their Captain's passing fancies. And it was very telling of Soap's own desire to spend 9 months getting his soul fucked out that when he spoke about it slick started drooling out of his hole. Ale being crouched by his head couldn't see it, but fuck could he smell it. Weirdest omega scent in the world, the smell of gun oil, engine grease and fire.

"Did your alpha explain what we needed?" Ale asked.

"Just said ye wanted a pup. Think I ken how it works Ale."

"We want the pup to be ours."

"Aye."

"Both of ours."

"Should think so."

"Ale is trying to ask if you can take both our knots at once Soap" Rudy said, too hard now to watch Ale take so long talking about this.

The burst of scent and slick was too much. Rudy groaned long and low, finding himself buried in Soap's cunt to the root before he had even realised he had moved. It was so wet, so hot and tight. There was nothing like omega slick, nothing like an omega pussy strangling his cock. He was going to tear this creature apart, sink his cock so deep in him that it would fundamentally change him.

He didn't know how long he had been hammering into Soap when Ale's barked order finally had him slowing.

"Enough Sergeant! You knot him without me and I'll whip your ass raw!"

Not stop then. He could accept that. He could wait, help Ale get situated beneath the squirming and whining omega so he could start pressing in beside him. Soap bit into Ale's peck, not a claiming bite, but one meant to try and muffle the keening noises that were spilling from him.

The stretch was unlike anything he had ever known. Why hadn't they done this before? Fuck when he was back home the first thing he was doing was getting on his knees and begging his alphas to fuck his cunt at the same time. Could he take all three of them in his arse? Three knots tearing him apart while he'd no doubt be straining against the cage on his own cock (because anytime they tried something exciting and new Ghost would lock it on him and revel in how he cried over it).

The idea was hot sure, but as Ale growled and pushed past the resistance he thought he was going to fucking die at the stretch. Fuck. His poor pussy would be gaping forever.

"Fuuuck Ale, his ass is trying to suck me in. Mierda, I can feel you throbbing" Rudy moaned, hips pistoning.

"You can take it can't you omega? You're a good boy who's going to take our knots hm?"

Soap didn't even have the energy to bite anymore, instead just laying limp against Ale and drooling on his chest. He was a good boy, a good omega, the best.

"Ye'll tell my alphas?"

"Yes sweet boy, we'll tell them how good you were" Rudy purred, moving one hand from Soap's hip to pet his hair and delighting at how he tightened up at the praise.

No doubt his pack made him earn praises, but it wasn't their style. Ale and Rudy loved pampering him, loved how easy it was to make him melt and tighten and slick for them with just a few words of adoration. Poor thing, they shouldn't spoil him too much or Ghost would have a field day with him when he got home. Although maybe that was the idea.

"W-want it! Gie me knots! Both of them! Fuck it's so much."

"Shh carino, you just sit pretty and let us take care of you. Let us give that pretty pussy what it needs" Ale said.

And then they let him fucking have it. It hadn't felt like they had been holding back before, but Soap suddenly felt like their cocks were tearing a hole straight through to his fucking womb and trying to settle in his guts. He could barely breathe, just having to sob and whine and try gulp in oxygen while they ruined him.

And then he felt the hard knots of them pressing for entry. The pressure broke, their knots pushed inside and Soap came harder than he ever had in his life.

"Good boy, fucking good boy" Rudy growled, straining as his knot locked in jammed next to Ale's and they both drowned Soap with their cum.

He collapsed on Soap's back, glad that they were pupping a male omega and not some soft female who he'd have to be careful not to crush.

"Did so well Soap, fuck you took us so well."

"I'd save your breath Rudy, he's out" Ale chuckled.

Rudy shifted and looked to find that Soap was, in fact, fully out. For a moment he was worried before Soap gave a small contented chuff, mumbled something about puppies and then started purring up a storm.

Beautiful fucking boy.

[sketch-guardian]

(Forgive me for the word vomit and feel free to ignore this:)!)

The RAD classmates (all) having a very vivid Nightmare about Mc dieing in their arms or by their hands for an unknown reason being small nightmares that don’t effect them until they get the full nightmare watching themselves or some other demon kill/injure Mc them waking up unsure wether or not the nightmare was real or fake since it felt to real the weight and warmth of Mc’s body and the feeling of their body going cold their eyes glazing over as they mumbled saying “I’m sorry and it’s okay….” The anxiety of the possibility of them being the cause of death overwhelming them,Of course Mc is alive and well and notices the changes in them due to the nightmares,that or they immediately go over to Mc’s needing check they’re alive,Mc is asleep in their room when this happens or awake eating snacks and watching movies idk you choose! :) (small nightmares in the counting weeks as in small glimpses of what’s happening until they get the full picture of what happened Angel and demon classmates whichever demon classmates killing/injury Mc in the nightmare and angle classmates watching a random demon do it idc you choose!! So sorry for the word vomit!!)

Don't worry, it isn't a problem☺it can be helpful for writing🤷🏻in any case, I'll try my best with these headcanons, hoping they turn out good enough🙈based on the OCs' major fears, I made the nightmares different, I hope that's okay✨if such themes make you uncomfortable, please don't read:

"RAD CLASSMATES+NEW EXCHANGE STUDENTS HAVING NIGHTMARES ABOUT MC DYING"

TRIGGER WARNING: character death, blood, violence, murder, cannibalism, madness, suicidal thoughts, eating disorders, heavy themes in general

DEMYA

Demya would have a fairly recurring dream about MC, a nightmare in which she would play as the monster, having committed the carnage, albeit not on purpose. In fact, one of Demya's greatest fears is of one day losing her lucidity and the control of her actions due to hunger, finding herself committing acts that she would bitterly regret, such as hurting MC. The thought of regaining consciousness and finding her hands soaked in blood, not just any but MC's, while they lay on the ground motionless, so wounded, almost unrecognizable...it would be to much to bear and it would be one of the few times in which, despite being full, Demya would really like to throw up, nauseated both by the sight and by herself, while desperately trying to revive MC, crying and shouting that she's sorry, that she didn't do it on purpose and that if they woke up, she would stop eating or even wear a muzzle despite her traumatic childhood short stint in a circus freakshow, but MC would remain lifeless. Once awoken from the nightmare in a cold sweat, Demya would immediately run to find her mate, needing to confirm that it was just a bad dream, ignoring the fact that by doing so, she would wake MC in the middle of the night. Once confirmed, a trembling Demya would burst into tears, hugging MC tightly and nuzzling herself against them while sobbing, asking for forgiveness and promising that she would never do such a thing. Demya would need to sleep beside MC that night, amidst their scent and warmth, to calm down. In the following days MC might notice Demya either eating with more difficulty or gorging herself to avoid having hunger at any cost, as if she feared her nightmare would become reality. MC would need to comfort Demya a little before she comes back to her senses

DOMNRA/MOBIM

The nightmares Domnra has are mostly memories of his fall from the Celestial Realm, in which he not only received scars, one of which left him blind in one eye, but was also cursed, resulting in his soul splitted in two, of which the other half belongs to Mobim. In fact, Domnra and Mobim, although they've different personalities, share the same soul and have a sort of telepathic bond, so it's no surprise that most of the time they also share the same dreams. Domnra's nightmare would consist in a probable return of the angel who punished him, as if apparently he didn't suffer enough for his sins and therefore to make Domnra learn the lesson once and for all and make him regret his betrayal for eternity, they would cast a curse on MC, but different from his own, painful, atrocious, incurable, to the point that in order to put MC out of they misery, Domnra would be forced to kill them out of pity or watch them die, despite how much he tried to save them. After such an irreparable gesture, Domnra would consider ending his life to reach MC, wherever they are, seeing it as the one and only solution not only to return to his partner, but also to stop suffering. Once he realizes that it was all just a nightmare, Domnra would have some trouble calming his labored breath, while Mobim, also in tears having shared the same dream, would try to comfort Domnra with trembling squeaks and small pats. Domnra wouldn't want to disturb in the middle of the night, but he would try to call MC's phone to ask if he can come over to spend the night, without too many explanations. Once with MC in his arms, Domnra would let out a few silent tears and gnash his teeth, while Mobim would be in the middle, still scared and in tears. MC's perception would be enough to understand what happened. In the following days, MC may notice Domnra being more protective and Mobim more clingy

AZUL

Azul has nightmares more often than he would like to admit and they usually concern the day his mind twisted and he completely lost control for a few minutes, risking hurting even his friends, i.e. the day he fell from grace. Azul is aware that he's quite unstable mentally and that his mood changes quite often, but it has been a long time since he has shown such a homicidal madness due to a mental breakdown and he would prefer it not to happen again, since the first time it happened, he risked harming Domnra too, if Zuri hadn't intervened in time. Azul's nightmare would probably consist of losing control and watching, as an external witness, himself murdering MC without being able to do anything to stop it. Only once he came to his senses, with MC's cold lifeless body in his arms, Azul would sob in an ugly way, apologizing and begging MC to come back to him, even if they hated him and decided to leave him, Azul would prefer that instead of losing MC like that, because nothing would matter anymore without them. Having woken up quite suddenly, once he realized it was just a nightmare, Azul would let out a few wet chuckles with his head in his hands, before going out and checking on MC. Azul would know that lying would be useless, since his colors would expose him, but still, after entering MC's room through the walls, he would ask in a quiet and tired tone if they can spend the night together. MC would need to reassure Azul before he feels like speaking more openly and they would notice that in the following days, Azul would seem less enthusiastic than usual

ZURI

Zuri doesn't dream very often, perhaps due to the fact that her mind is often too busy with work and plans, as the perfectionist she is in everyday life. If she were to get a nightmare with MC as the subject, however, Zuri would probably dream that some demon, just for the twisted pleasure of wronging her, would harm MC, leaving disturbing traces behind, as if to mock Zuri, until she finds them, when it's already too late. The idea of ​​not having been efficient and fast enough to find MC and having failed to care for her beloved, letting the demon reduce them to such a poor state, would leave Zuri distraught, who would once again be reminded that she is a failure and unable to defend those dear to her, like some of her fallen angel friends, who looked up to her, even though she was just as broken, trying to hide it. With MC's body in her arms, that would be one of the few times Zuri would lose her composure...how could she have let something like that happen? If only she had been more careful, if only she had been a better companion, perhaps MC would still be there with her, to remind her that the weight of the world does not rest on her shoulders, even if at that moment, it felt like it. After realizing it was a nightmare, Zuri would start working compulsively, trying to distract herself, but the slight tremor in her hands wouldn't help her frustration. Zuri would only wait until the next morning to visit MC, initially not inclined to show her vulnerable side, but in private MC could extort from Zuri a solemn speech. In the following days, MC would notice that Zuri would try to be slightly more loving and spend more time together

ODON

Odon almost never dreams, because after all, as an ancient eldritch being, they don't really need to sleep and if they attempted to, it would be solely due to a personal choice, perhaps to experience what it feels like to rest and completely disconnect their brain for once, even Odon's eye-like creatures would try taking naps, lying on pillows. Odon's most intimate and profound fear would be of becoming "bored" again and risking returning to their old past habits, as if they had missed hearing screams of agony and getting rid of anyone who stands in their way, without a shred of emotion, pity or remorse for anyone, not even for their dear friend MC. In the nightmare, Odon's fear would be to see themselves, after committing a genocide, leaving MC for last, after taking out all their friends, those who had put their trust in Odon and who they had now disappointed. The worst thing would be that in the nightmare, MC would even excuse Odon's actions, saying that everything would be alright, as they took their last breath, and past Odon, the one they don't want to be again, although they don't regret their old choices, wouldn't have felt anything seeing MC dead on the ground. Odon, once awake from the nightmare, would seem quiet calm, albeit with a tense smile, while the eye-like creatures would be the most obviously agitated, with their eyes shining with unshed tears as they floated around in an uncoordinated manner. It's likely that Odon wouldn'f feel like sharing the nightmare and if MC managed to get them to talk about it, Odon wouldn't go into details, the only thing they would need is MC's closeness. Over the next few days, MC would notice the eye-like creatures staring and following them around more often

REMIEL

Remiel doesn't sleep much and as a result her naps are often devoid of meaningful dreams. Although apparently apathetic and gloomy, Remiel has a fairly sensitive soul, so it's natural that although she doesn't show it, even the angel of death has worries, some of which even became true during her long life, for example, failing to redeem and save a corrupted angel. As for the nightmare, Remiel would dream of something that is actually very close to reality and that she wouldn't be able to avoid, no matter how much it weighs on her heart, that is, MC's death, whether natural or premature. The most painful thing would be precisely that, as an angel of death, it would be Remiel's duty to accompany MC into the afterlife, not wanting to behave selfishly and think she can keep their soul to herself, as her father Death once did with the souls of the nephilim for a short time. The thought of having to say goodbye to MC and never see them again would leave a void inside Remiel that she wouldn't be able to put into words and, touching her cheeks, she would realize she was crying, understanding firsthand what souls feel when she's forced to distance them from their loved ones...Remiel would be hesitant to let MC go, but for their sake and eternal rest, she would give them one last embrace, as her halo would glow less brighter and wings droop. Once awake, Remiel would hug her knees to herself and hide between her feathery wings like in a cocoon, needing a moment to clear her mind, if truly bothered, she would ask for advice either from her father Death or from her mother Azrael (Remiel has no need to check if MC is alive, she feels their soul). The next day, since Remiel still remains a sincere, genuine and blunt angel, she would tell MC about her nightmare, gazing at them with her precious baby blue eyes. They would then share a soft embrace, in which Remiel would quietly cry, lulled by MC's heartbeat. Over the next few days, MC would notice Remiel trying to share and learn more earthly experiences with them

NATHANIEL

Nathaniel usually has fairly peaceful dreams, of breathtaking, endless landscapes to explore, but there are rare occasions where his mental peace is disturbed by macabre thoughts. A likely nightmare that Nathaniel would have about MC would also concern the council of the Celestial Realm. In Nathaniel's nightmare, his relationship with MC would be disapproved of by his angel superiors and therefore drastic measures would be taken to prevent Nathaniel from distracting himself from his celestial duty, such as letting MC die, while Nathaniel could do nothing except observe, like a pawn, in the grand scheme of things, unable to react, because the Celestial Realm has decided so, to remind Nathaniel what happens to those who decide to love a human, therefore to avoid him Lilith's fate, they took matters into their own hands. In the nightmare, Nathaniel would feel paralyzed and for once in his life he would even want to shout in order to stop such madness, but it would be as if he were breathless, as if someone else was controlling his body. Upon awakening from the nightmare, the memory of MC's lifeless body would disturb Nathaniel and he would need to meditate for a long time before being able to calm down. It's likely that Nathaniel won't reveal what's bothering him the next day and would simply appear more affectionate towards MC

URIEL

Uriel mainly dreams of memories of the celestial war or more recent battles, so the nightmares alternate with dreams of glorious victory and shower of merits. Uriel's nightmare would probably manifest itself through one of her fears, that is, MC being killed by a demon and her arriving too late to save them or getting carried away with making the demon culprit pay and not immediately helping MC. In any case, having MC's corpse, so fragile and bloodied in her powerful arms, would be devastating for Uriel, who would beg MC to wake up, to be strong and more quietly not to leave her. Uriel would also pray to God and ask in frustrated tears why he has forsaken her and isn't helping her, whether it is some kind of test or whether it is a punishment to remind Uriel how she too has let some of her companions fall into the celestial war. Uriel has always followed the rules and has always been loyal, but in that moment her beliefs would falter, not finding it fair for an innocent soul like MC to end up like this. After waking up with a start from the nightmare, Uriel would head to MC in the middle of the night and, just to check if they are alright, would kick down their door. Tensed, Uriel would try to explain that she had only come to check because she had a bad feeling and that it would be better if she stayed, for MC's safety. Uriel wouldn't go into details, but she would promise MC that no one would hurt them again, not on her watch. Over the next few days, MC would notice Uriel standing close to them like a scary bodyguard