#if you send in a request involving her there is a 100% chance of me doing bc i love her somuchhh

[orykorioart]

From Jan 2021

If you put a dragon before me I am already a fan, but to make that dragon a badass rogue and a lesbian? I am forever in love 😩✌️.

+extra sketch from Sep 2022

[finniestoncrane]

How would each of the Riddlers ask for your hand in marriage, and what would the wedding be like? 💍💒

Marriage

Riddler Headcanons ok so i don't think they would all be on board, but i think they could be persuaded, if not for nefarious or sneaky reasons u-u wanna make them all my malewives i swear, sister wives if you will 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: some suggestive things

dano

he has so many ideas for a proposal!!

he could have bombs go off around the city, spelling it out!

he could have some rats bring it to you in their little paws!

he could spell it out in the blood of the corrupt gotham elite!

all very romantic and creative gestures

and he'll live stream your wedding!

a quiet affair, just you, eddie and the judge he's holding hostage

a public marriage will really show everyone who said he was a loser

arkham

he is 100% only marrying you if the situation calls for it

and not romantically, more financially or for the sake of visitation

since only spouses are permitted private 'meetings'

don't assume that your conjugal visits will be hot and sweaty

you're there to conspire with him and plan his escape

also he will marry someone out of spite

but there won't be a proposal

more a sort of vague suggestion and then a certificate to sign

gotham

you really have to want to marry him

because only then will you be able to focus your energy

otherwise his little treasure hunt for the ring will bore you to death

but he's so excited because he loves riddles, and questions

and "will you marry me?" is the best question!

the wedding will be so sweet, so vintage, so fun

swing music for your first dance obviously

but there's always a chance oswald will gatecrash

btaa

it would take him a while to admit that you were too good to let go

luckily miss tuesday is on side to convince him to propose

with a spouse, that means less work for her to do

you can bet the proposal will be creative, artistic... criminal

a grand gesture, perhaps involving a helicopter

which you two can then make a grand escape in

officiant waiting on board as you make your getaway

you don't want to spend your honeymoon in the conjugal rooms

capullo

he would get married, sure

it would make him look better, like someone wanted him

not that people don't want him, but a binding contract

that might be necessary for someone like him

he's not having a wedding though

he'd like to be able to keep his options open

not make a public statement that he's off the market

OH COME ON HE'S KIDDING come back, please marry him

young justice

definitely going to need you to propose

there's absolutely no way he'd have the confidence to do it

why would someone like you ever say yes to someone like him?

but that's ok, because he's adorable

and you'd do anything to keep him forever

it'll be a small wedding, too many people makes him nervous

mabye you could elope!

that way he can get to the sweet kisses and hugs and other stuff sooner

telltale

marriage for him is more of a comfort arrangement

he needs someone to look after him in his old(er) age

but if you annoy him less than other people

he'd be keen to make sure you stick around as long as possible

the wedding would be a very traditional one

but he'll insist that you don't wear anything "virginal white"

that's a treat to himself, an inside joke

making sure everyone knows he's already had his way with you

twojar

he absolutely loves the idea of having a spouse

someone to come home to, to spoil, to take trips with

also, it would be good to have something to use when begging

"please, i have a wife, don't beat me batman"

just enough that he can distract him before smacking him

i think it's the shirtless thing

but he's definitely a beach wedding guy

white linen pants, matching shirt wide open, bare chested "i do's"

unburied

an excuse to be the centre of attention?

to get dressed up and look like a fancy little gentleman?

for people to bring him gifts and say nice things to him?

yeah, sign him up!

get ready for the most eddie-centric, expensive affair ever

he won't propose though, he's not the begging type

he's malewife material, a kept husband if you will

and he'll reject you if the ring isn't big enough too

[thegoldencontracts]

100 Followers!

Hi! I've reached a hundred followers recently, and I know that it may seem minor to some people, but I'm very happy to see I've gotten this far, and thank you to anyone who followed me. I appreciate it, truly.

So, to celebrate, I'd like to try out a new way of writing fics!

You can interact with the characters. But, because I'm a fic-lover, this operates a bit different (not better, just in my own style of course!) in the way the RP works.

Before I continue any further, I know some of you may not be interested, and I don't want to end up annoying you due to dash clog! So, here's the tag to block if you don't want to see any of this - #100 follower special <3

If you are - or think you might be - interested, here's how it works.

You send in an ask addressing a character of your choosing. You can put in as much or as little content as you'd like! If you'd like to RP as an OC of yours, you can send any necessary context in the ask or just DM me. Same goes if you'd like me to make a small interaction involving an AU you have.

You can even RP as a canon character for either romantic or platonic ficlets with other characters! So, if you have a rare pair (hello fellow azurido lovers please hear me out), consider coming to me and giving me a chance for a little bit of extra content with them <3.

Of course, this isn't just for rare pairs - any ship can be done, provided it isn't unethical or illegal (no staff x student, no grim x anyone, etc).

After receiving your ask, I'll make a small ficlet where the character you're sending an ask to responds in whatever fashion you'd like! If you'd like to extend

Example (if my wording is awkward or hard:

If I want to send an ask involving my OC Cecaelia in my Part Of Your World AU, I can do something like this:

(OOC: This is my not-so-OC Cecaelia. She's actually Azul from the future who time travelled to stop the apocalypse. I'd like her to have a friendly, comedic interaction with Deuce. This takes place shortly after Deuce finds out chicken eggs in stores can't hatch eggs, from her POV.)

"Ah, Deuce. You still seem rather forlorn. Is this truly about those chicken eggs?"

And I'll Answer:

Deuce simply remained silent, a blank look on his face.

"The chickens..."

"They couldn't have been born," Azul said. As his hand hit his chest, eliciting a high level of pain, he couldn't help but rue his feminine form.

"I can't believe it," Deuce said, head in his hands. Azul quickly realized his current strategy wasn't going to work.

"I know," Azul said, before hastily pulling out a slice of tart Grim had foisted upon him. He still didn't understand why, considering the little monster's love for food. "Why don't you have a tart to drown your sorrows?"

Deuce looked at him wide-eyed.

"Really?"

Azul nodded.

"Thanks!"

And as Deuce munched on the tart, sorrows forgotten, Azul had to celebrate a job well done.

Of course, you definitely don't have to elaborate that much. This is just for if you want something really specific, because I can fulfill your requests better if I know what you want! Interactions will be available for any characters, and like I've said, have little to no limitations so long as you're not doing NSFW, Yandere, or a ship that's staff x student, anyone x grim, or the like. OCs, pairings you have, AUs,talk to Baby!Azul, the sky's the limit!

Also the fake interaction ask I made was a bit rushed, so I can assure you, the actual interactions will probably be better.

Last note: If you're feeling shy or confused on how to start, just rb this post asking for more context or clarification and I'll DM you to work out the details! Honestly, I'm just thankful if anyone decides to give this little event a chance, so I want to make it as easy and rewarding as possible!

[madeleine-w]

DBD Killers and Face Camping

Contains: Trapper, Huntress, Oni, Plague, Cannibal, Legion (Frank) and Ghostface

Warnings: None (except a bit of swearing )

The Trapper

Fuck no. I headcanon that this guy is basically in charge of the killers (I mean he obviously has no authority over any of them but you know what I’m talking about)

He’s been around since the beginning, he knows how to win this game

Usually puts a trap hidden near the hook and carries on looking for the others

Occasionally, when he hates the Entity even more than usual, he’ll put three or four traps around whoever he’s hooked — it’s his own special version of face camping :)

The Huntress

This is the only one I’ve been properly on the fence about, and truthfully it could go either way

Now Anna is an incredible hunter, we all know this, and she’s well aware that you have a better chance of catching your prey if you have multiple potential targets

She enjoys feeling like she’s eliminated all threats to her space and that’s easier to do if she leaves a survivor on a hook to chase the others

But there’s still that hunters’ instinct

She’s NOT happy about the idea of leaving her prey out of sight, especially knowing it’s likely someone will save it - it just feels unnatural to her, unlike much of The Entity’s Realm.

I’d say she usually doesn’t face camp (or at least tries not to) but sometimes she can’t help herself

The Oni

Lmao

This man must have some kind of ADHD because, upbringing or not, he can’t stay still

Like come on, he has demon dash and you’re gonna pretend he likes to stand about? No, Kazan is a ball of energy (and rage)

As soon as you’re hooked, he’s racing off to find the next poor sack of meat to string up

The Plague

Yes but in quite a loose way

She’ll stay in the general area and keep an eye on whoever she’s hooked, and would definitely attack the survivor who goes to help them

I can’t see her standing right next to the hook for ages

Which is probably a good thing cos she doesn’t smell like roses

The Cannibal

100% yes

Will facecamp for no reason, there are absolutely no tactics involved

The other killers have half-heartedly tried to explain that it just makes it harder for him to win the trial

He’s ignored them all

He’s just happy to be involved

Kate once complimented his mask and he unhooked her…

The Legion (Frank)

A deeply unhinged individual so who can really tell at this point

Usually he doesn’t face camp, kind of on the same wavelength as Kazan

He just has too much energy and races straight off

BUT this man’s instincts in trials are incredible and I will fight someone on this

He immediately knows when a survivor is about to be unhooked and will turn straight back round to attack whoever decided to play hero

(Will face camp Dwight with no hesitation, the only explanation anyone has ever gotten is “his face annoys me”)

The Ghostface

Generally speaking, no

Purely because there’s a limit to how much chaos he can cause while waiting for someone to come and unhook their friend

It’s much more fun to roam around and create more panic

However

Danny is a little shit and we all know it

So if he’s feeling particularly… playful, he’s much more likely to sit and laugh at you (and maybe stab your foot while you kick)

Has a whole bunch of photos of him holding a peace sign above the head of hooked survivors. At least he’s having fun I guess??

Feel free to send me any headcanon/one shot requests for any DBD killers or other slashers :)

[thesaltyace]

Work has got me stresssssssed 😩

Our new hire is proving to be untrainable. I really really hope I'm wrong but dear god I'm about to scream in frustration. I can't tell if he's just incapable of learning or if he thinks he's "learned enough" but either way, he's absolutely not ready to work independently.

And yesterday he did something that actually made me angry - he scheduled a student to meet with him independently... when I'm very sure I made it clear just earlier that morning that he was not ready to meet with students on his own yet. I only found out about the student meeting by chance, thankfully before the meeting actually happened. I didn't express anger because I assumed there was miscommunication or something and just explained that he cannot meet with students on his own yet, please send all students to me or the other advisor.

He said okay and sorry.... and didn't offer up the student he'd scheduled with to reschedule with me. So I'm thinking... bud, you don't get to keep that one... But hey maybe I just need to be clearer about the situation. I asked when that student was scheduled for so that I could work her into my schedule, and he said he'd just email the student to tell her to schedule with me. Not what I asked for, but okay.... Except I got a weird vibe off of that and it seemed like 🚩🚩🚩 so I asked him to copy me on that email. I had a feeling that maybe he was trying to hide the meeting and meet with the student anyway? But if he copied me on it then it was transparent so whatever, not a big ask. But he read the message... And then didn't copy me on the email. I had to ask him this morning to forward it to me. He was sure he copied me on it. I said forward it anyway, thanks. Oh, here it is, I guess I hadn't copied you, sorry. (Me, internally: 😒)

I try to assume incompetence or ignorance before jumping to wilful intent, but this interaction is starting to tip the scales for me. It can still be explained by incompetence (which tbh is still not good) but it's tap-dancing on the line between that and wilful intent IMO. I'm trying to be very aware about clearly communicating expectations, because I know how lost I felt when I started an advising position and I want to provide better structure than what I had. And uhhhh he's started to ignore my requests and, in my view, go around me to do what he wants to do instead of what he's been asked to do. And he's not even got the basics down which is honestly not acceptable ten weeks into the job.

And in other stress-inducing situations, our chair has made a decision against my advice, regarding a topic on which I'm arguably the expert. He seems to think his solution will work but his solution involves doing something I feel is unethical. I'm not sure if he realizes it's unethical, but it doesn't really matter because I've already talked with the dean's office and they said he absolutely cannot do what he seems to think he can do. I'm weighing how exactly to approach this issue without getting my head bit off. And without saying I TOLD YOU SO. Because I did, in fact, tell him so. It's a huge clusterfuck and I'm 100% sure he will be very unhappy with the outcome no matter what happens. And I don't want to be the messenger. 🏹

[bcdwhcre]

Could you Maybe write a headcanon about Levi and erwin taking in the reader after her parents died where she is living with all the scouts/cadet corps and just Like them being her two fake overprotective dads? (You Can add a Lil erenxreader if u want)

If you dont wanna write this thats totally fine, ily <3

“Father Figure,” Erwin x Levi Headcanon

I actually really like this ideaaaa, I can imagine Levi and Erwin being over protective dads.

Summary: headcanon of Erwin and Levi as overprotective dads after they take baby you in after your parents die.

Warnings: noneee, just fluffy dads

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Levi:

When Levi found you in the streets, skinny, on the brink of death and crying after witnessing your parents die from starvation, it had gave him horrible flashbacks from when he was in that same position.

He didn’t hesitate to take you in and raise you as his own, you even got comfortable enough to call him dad but they were times when you would switch between dad and Levi which he didn’t mind.

Once you became of age, you had tried to convince Levi to let you join the scouts but he continuously said no which made you bicker with him.

You definitely got your stubbornness from him 100%. The small arguments between you two were entertaining like two children fighting over the last slice of pizza until he would get irritated and made you clean.

When the new set of cadets came in, it wasn’t long that you became close friends with Eren, Armin and the rest of them since you were around their age but Levi had always tried his best to keep you separated from the cadets, it only made your dream to become a scout increase.

“When are you going to let me join the scouts, dad?” You brought the topic up once again, he was sure this was the millionth time this month you had brought it up but he was obviously being dramatic

“I’m not letting you join, Y/N. That will always be my final answer.” The annoyance in his tone was obvious and he had stared over at you, making you let out a groan.

“Why are you so afraid of me joining? I learned from the best and you’re keeping me trapped in here like a dog!” You certainly pushed his buttons even to the point where he would ask himself why he picked you up and took you in but of course he never regretted that decision, he loved you like his own.

“I’m not letting you go out there and risk your life under my watch, Y/N.”

“As if you don’t leave me here to risk your life and leave me wondering if I’ll become an orphan again.”

Levi grew quiet, he knew you were right but he never really went deep into thought about it and he couldn’t help but feel guilty once he saw it from your point of view.

“I doubt I’ll be dying anytime soon, too good at my job.” He said with a snarky attitude, his eyes moving back down to the papers in front of him.

“Doesn’t matter, you shouldn’t be hypocrite. I want to join the scouts.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“I said no.” Levi shot you a hard glare, making you close your mouth and breathe in through your nose.

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore, get out of here and go do your chores.” He simply said, using his hand to gesture you off and that had made you upset, mumbling words he couldn’t make out while you stepped towards the office door.

“Hey,” He spoke up again, making you turn around and you had gotten scared that he heard your mumbles and was probably going to add more chores to your list.

“I love you, alright? I’ll think about it.” Levi had a huge soft spot for you, his heart weighed heavily to even think about his own child joining the scouts. He wanted you to be somewhat normal and live a normal life.

“Really? You’re serious?”

“I might be but I can’t promise that I would agree to it, Y/N.” He said in a grumpy tone, a groan leaving his lips when you ran over to hug onto him.

“Thank you, dad.”

You certainly kept Levi on his toes and always gave him headaches to the point where he would miss the times you were young, adorable, didnt argue back, cuddling into him as you slept instead being a pain in the ass teenager but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Erwin:

Erwin had somehow ended up at the scene. After wall Maria had fallen, they went through to try and find any survivors and that’s when his laid upon you. You were in your crib, quiet and completely unharmed.

Both of your parents were nowhere in sight and he had feared that they’ve been eaten by the Titans. He didn’t want to take you in, he had tried to fight the urge to have his emotions connected to his job but once he lifted you up in his arms, your big eyes instantly melted his heart.

After that, you grew up under his roof and under his supervision. It had taken him years for him to be comfortable enough to tell you that he wasn’t your real father and that your real parents had died, you were around 16 when he first sat you down and told you.

But that didn’t change the love you had for your father, you were very close with him and he made sure to be the best he could be, better than his dad at least.

Since you had lived with Erwin, you were always around the scouts and the cadets, you even had a small crush on Jean and once your father found out, he definitely started playing the overbearing dad to the point where he would watch you closely and even told the scouts to not entertain you.

That really didn’t stop you nor Jean from being friends and even flirting here and there but Jean would get scared every time Erwin would give you that deadly look.

After that, he tried to keep you away from the cadets/scouts and gave you more chores and stuff to do like go into town to shop, to do things where it would be far from the cadets and he would even force you to eat in his office with him instead with the others, it had gotten on your nerves but you were smart enough to not talk back and defy him in anyway, Erwin can definitely be harsh with punishments and treat you like a cadet.

But Erwin also was too soft when it came to you, he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you or make you hate him because you grew up to be a well grounded person, you grew up around the sweetest and smartest guy from the scouts and you learned hell of a lot from him.

“I seen you with Jean today.” Erwin spoke as he ate his food and you tried to avoid the topic, acting as if you were just asking him questions.

“I was just asking him where the cleaning supplies were, he had them last.” You cleared your throat, the little lie he can easily see right through.

“You don’t have to lie to me, I raised you better than that, Y/N.” He raised his eyebrow, giving you another chance to tell the truth.

“Sorry, dad.” You mumbled, picking at the food on your plate to keep yourself distracted from not making eye contact with him.

“Look, I hate to be the bad guy here. I didn’t want you to be so involved with the scouts like this but I guess it was unavoidable when we live here. I just don’t want you to involve emotions when it’s not promised that he’ll make it back alive every mission.” Erwin had to be nice, only for your sake but deep down he wish he could lock you away from all the cadets.

“You’re acting as if I’m about to marry him.” You snort out a laugh, looking up at him and he chuckled.

“Certainly not, that would be over my dead body before I allow that to happen.” He admitted, making you furrow your eyebrows.

“You’re so dramatic. I’m not dating Jean.” You rolled your eyes, he was always dramatic you thought. He always watched over you like a hawk and you never really understood why when you were perfectly safe living inside the base.

But deep down Erwin always feared that he would end up losing you. Even though he always told himself, no emotions or personal feelings when it came to joining the scouts and becoming commander but now his life revolved around you, making sure you were safe, healthy and happy above all but what he also feared the most is that he won’t make it home one day to you and that’s why he’s always so loving and over protective.

That’s why he constantly wants to spend time with his only child, he didn’t want you to feel how he felt when his father disappeared. So when it came to you hanging out Jean a little too much, the father instinct kicked in and he tried to get between, afraid of losing you to not only Titans but to another man.

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I hopeeeeee this turned out good for you🥺🤧 feel free to send in more requests.

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[red-doll-face]

domestic oni w/ his s/o and some bebes please ;/// u know

Of course!!! I have seen the light on oni and I have realized he’s the big boi we needed. This ones for u bun ! I’ve never written for oni before so I just went off sorry 😞

Warnings: slight nsfw, slight breeding kink on onis part and reader is afab or at least has obtained baby making bits also children , mentions of blood and gore as well as nasty baby shit 🤢

WC: 1380

Kazan ‘The Oni’ Yamaoka x afab Reader

A Star in the Night

Life always balances itself out. For every bad day there was a good one. Considering his last day on Earth wasn’t necessarily what one could call good, there had to be some good here in the sprawling fog to naturally even things out, right? So, he searches for another chance. This must be Kazan’s second chance because if it were not, he would be well and truly dead. Floating in the abyss, gone forever. Here, however, he’s even met a descendent and her story makes him feel as if he’s done some good. Passed on his vengeful anger that pushed her to stand up for herself and so he decides that here will be his own slice of peace despite the souls he sends to the sky everyday.

As much as he wishes he could have left that part of his past behind. The killing and the beating. Brutality. It has become a part of him. It’s what makes him useful to the new god that rules here so he does it. If he hopes to one day achieve something here he has to please it. The new god has even taken to labelling him the Oni. The oni. A term he once despised. To torment him more, his skin is now tinged blue and his nails have sharpened and grown out black. He sure looks like one now. Blends into him like colors or ink into water. Makes the endless loop of killing a little easier.

Whatever he’s been working towards, he thinks he finally found it. In these repeated processes Kazan see’s someone unique. One of a kind among all the different screaming visages of the survivors. That’s the moment when he makes a more important decision. The choice to take you as a prize. Something of his own.

Bargaining with the Entity quickly places itself as his new priority. What would he have to do to take you away? To start again with you? The entity asks him to sacrifice 100 survivors. No moris, no escapes. Kazan is determined to get this. He is not in this place for no reason. This is his destiny. He almost lost the streak a few times. Against the hardy survivors. Against you too. But it’s not for nothing because the moment he succeeds, the entity allows him to take you. Upon seeing him, you are apprehensive. Why you? What for? All he will say is that you don’t have to be hunted anymore. Not by anyone. You can live a comfortable life, as comfortable as it can be. You’re shocked. Unsure of why this offer is being extended to you. But what would it be like to be in the fog but never have to go to a trial. You ask if you can come back at some point. If you’re free to leave when you want. Kazan doubts you’ll want to leave. He nods anyway.

And so you sit in his house. A house that used to be only Spirits. The temple however isn’t suitable and thus you live in the house. Settling in is rough. You’re not sure what to do. Then Kazan brings some old traditions. Meditating, raking stones in the garden into little lines. Lighting candles and lanterns at the shrine. It’s fairly easy to put you back into a lulling routine. One that doesn't involve blood and hooks. You start to realize that the Oni or Yamaoka Kazan, he had told you, is interested in more than just feeling bad and sheltering you from the Entity’s wrath. He acts as if you are his spouse. He comes from trials and comes to find you. Greets you. Merely wants to spend time with you. He tells you stories from a time of what must have been Japan when their were jitos, shoguns, and, samurai. He was a samurai. You’re uncertain on why you can communicate with him. Shouldn’t he be speaking a different language.

From a cupboard, he pulls little black sticks and stones used for grinding them into powder. Then into ink. Calligraphy brushes. Old brittle paper. He watches you draw little pictures and he keeps all of them, praising your creativity. How he has chosen someone as talented as you.

“Chosen? For what?” You question. Innocent enough of a question.

“To stand beside me.” That clears up nothing. You feel as if something has gone over your head.

His grand daughter, Rin treats you with kindness. She treats you as if you’re part of her family. With a familiarity you’d forgotten was real. It clicks then what Kazan is trying to do. You are to be a warped version of whatever marriage customs were held in his day. A spouse. He’s taken you as a spouse.

Once you confront him about it, he acts as if you should have always known. That it was obvious what his intentions were and that he didn't feel the need to be explicit. You retaliate with the acknowledgement that you’re not from his time. It’s your first real argument. What did he expect from you.

You don’t know when you start to actually like him. He’s not the best conversationalist unless he’s talking about fighting or battlefield strategy but he tries to entertain you. Listens intently to what you have to say. Ultimately, Kazan comes off as more genuine than your own fellow survivors. Some of them were nice. Niceness can only go so long here though. You’ll run out at some point. He brings up the last time you talked about why you were in this derelict house and he apologizes. Kazan apologizes so formally that he practically looks like he’s begging forgiveness. For not thinking of you as an individual and instead as a vessel. Finally, putting two and two together, you think he wants children. You stare quietly at him. A pause lingers and then you ask him if you wanted to bear his children, he wouldn’t respect you any less, would he? He tells you that he would crush the souls of 1000 more men should it mean you would bear his line. He would lay their bodies at your feet if it made you happy. Dramatic but fitting for someone like him.

Kazan tries for it as soon as he can. It should be impossible. The entity cannot create life, only steal it. But you allow him to try. Over and over again. Until it takes. Whenever he finishes, he takes to stuffing his seed back inside of you. Careful of his talon-like nails that seem to be made for ripping flesh apart.

After trying so many times, you feel something change. The entity buzzes about you, you can feel it. No one can see it, certainly not you but it’s excited. When Kazan returns from his stand-in profession, he’s visibly happy. Thrilled.

“You are with child.” He almost yells it, he’s so happy. He picks you up and hikes you into his arms.

It’s the birthing that makes you nervous. You're less daunted by the carrying. Kazan dotes on you, more than he had already. Treats you like a glass figurine, passed down generations. You cannot be broken or stressed. You feel like a figurine, alright. The man simply sits you down and admires you. As you swell, he looks at your belly fondly and then to your face. He pets your hair and soothes you.

The birth is painful. So, so, so painful. More than any mori, hook, or cage. Your body rips itself apart for his child. Your child. The baby is covered in blood and birthing fluid and Kazan is smitten. He’s silent, in awe of your creation. The baby is so small, so tiny in his hulking hands.

The child grows and grows. Laughs and gurgles. Kazan cares for it, a wonderful father. He cleans the blood and gore from himself before seeing your child and you watch on as he teaches them to write. Read ancient japanese. Rin is just as caught up with your baby. She’s like an older sister, the best kind. Normal childhood is unattainable but you lament at forcing the child in this world of night. Your child will never see the sun. But you figure that's because your baby is the sun.

Thanks for requesting and I hope you liked it! 💖💖

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Nyx Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Space Lovers Lexa x Fem!Reader

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Alright, thank you! Since requests are open, I'll just jump right into it 😁 Could I please get some headcanons with the THH girls dating a fem! reader who is the Ultimate Musical Theatre Actress? 💕- newly minted 🎶 anon

I should be joining my online classes but I can’t because of some error;; so I decided to write my requests instead! Hope you enjoy, 🎶 anon -Mod Kaede

THH Girls with a Musical Actress

Celestia Ludenberg

When you first told her your talent, she was really interested about it

Acting like someone you aren’t... She wanted to talk about it more

Especially if you’ve acted Drama Queen, you’re hers

Like she wanted to meet up so you could tell her more

She. Loves your talent.

Whenever she is bored, she watches your DVDs and it fixes her day

Your voice is like therapy to her and your acting is just a bonus!

She’s your biggest fan, never misses a rehearsal

Sometimes she helps you with acting too, you know how well she can stay in character

The part she most enjoys is the dancing part, she relieves her stress when dancing with you and you enjoy it too since it’s with her and you can hear her laugh

Also you better don’t lie because she sees through your act-

Kyoko Kirigiri

“So that’s your talent... Fine, I guess,”

Don’t let her uninterested behavior fool you

She may seem like she doesn’t care at first but she’ll start to show interest in time

You notice how her behavior changes

Whenever she goes missing, she listens to your performances, which makes her feel more relieved and it clears her head

She likes to hear people’s thoughts about it and it makes her really proud about you, she also wants to compliment your talent but she is shy,,

Also she makes research so she knows it better than anyone, in an argument she’ll say stuff like “No, it wasn’t published in 2018, it was December of 2017” And now you know she wasn’t really *uninterested*

If you’re doubting your talent she’ll tell you sweet things about you and encourage you, but won’t do it if you don’t need them because Kyoko is the CEO of hiding emotions

Likes to attend your rehearsals and has a proud cocky smile the whole time

Makoto is like, “This your girl?”

“Yeah, she is,” sjrzjrjfdjcmrmgjcmxje

Sayaka Maizono

When you first told her that she screamed of happiness

Power couple, power couple!!!

Really, you two are known as power couple and nobody is denying that

No need to deny!! It’s clear as day

Omg where do I even start

Both of you enjoy each other’s company a lot and it’s not only about talent

You got a life partner

She helps you with anything!! She’s so experienced with singing (duh) and willing to help you with your acting if she can

Though she burst into laughs when acting but she tries to stay in character, she can be serious as well

She never misses your rehearsals and shows, example of a good girlfriend (although there are days she has to miss, but she tries to make it in time!)

Also she’s the first one to start clapping and you can always hear her cheering for you from the crowd

Just like Kyoko she researched about you and your works and she wants your signature

She memorizes your roles and watching them when she’s bored is a thing now

Whenever she’s getting praises by anyone she points at you and says you’re the reason she’s this good

Definitely not showing you off

Asahina Aoi

When you first told her your talent she was so hyped about it!

Show her some of your performances, she absolutely loves it

Her first thoughts were you are pretty great and your voice is just a gift for your talent

She loves to watch your performances after training and it inspires her?? She gets motivated after it

She doesn’t know much about it but thinks you are really hardworking and passionate for not giving up on your dreams

Forgets her lines a lot and can’t stay in character for too long because she gets distracted or burst into laughs when helping you, but she is trying

Sometimes she might miss your rehearsals because she also has a career, but she makes in time most of the time

“Sorry, I was late, I got distracted by the donut shop nearby. Do you want some of them, Y/n?”

She is the type that will brag about you. Good luck listening to her, Sakura

There’s a chance she might forget she watched this performance so she just rewatches again

Sakura Ogami

As soon as she saw you she knew you were the one

She likes how passionate you are and amazed that you can still keep up with her although you are busy most of the time

She tells you it’s not needed but you don’t leave her alone anyway, and she is grateful

Sometimes you overwork yourself and she looks out after you and never misses a rehearsal to make sure you are safe and sound

Sometimes people think she’s your guard and not your girlfriend- you waste no time to tell them she is your girlfriend

But she is okay with being your guard, too, she is up to protect her girlfriend

I hc you try to get her sing along but she thinks her voice is too deep so she sadly doesn’t, but if you insist on it too much she might give it a shot

Compliment her about it and she’ll get embarrassed and happy and will thank you 🥺

She prefers to listen to your voice instead, it’s really pretty and calms her down

She’s really patient with you and if you are ever doubting yourself, will say the nicest things about you

Toko Fukawa

When you first told her abt it her inferiority complex said hello

And thought you were gonna making fun of her

“What?! W-what do you want with me if y-you’re this famous and a-amazing?!”

Good looks, a pretty voice and acting skills,, why are you EVEN involved with her in the first place?

Seriously, she first thought you only stayed with her because you pitied her.

Please reassure her it’s not true and you’re with her because she means so much to you

She degrades herself anytime you sing, thinking you’re gonna dump her for someone that is more talented. Sometimes thinks your love is just acting, too,, though she knows she wouldn’t feel this loved if it was fake

She’s probably jealous of your fans and doesn’t want them so near around you—she’s afraid you’ll think they’re better than her!

Sometimes she hisses at fans and when you are alone she’ll yell at you for letting them this near you. She doesn’t want you to feel tripped but she’s just jealous—you’re just so good for her.

You usually shut her up with a kiss and tell her she is the only one for you

Mukuro Ikusaba

If you’ve watched the *scene* I’m talking about, you probably know Mukuro has a pretty voice

After finding out you’re a musical theatre actress, she was impressed!

Sometimes she sings along just to have some fun, but usually insecure about her voice

She memorizes all of your performances and sings them when you’re not around!

Due to her talent, she’s often busy so she sometimes misses your rehearsals, so she just watches the DVDs!

She’s like your guard, always looking out for you and making sure you’re safe and sound

She is quite jealous of you, you might need to reassure her that you love her the way she is and encourage her to sing with you!

She’s 100% the type that will send death glares to your fans

She steals your phone and blocks them from your social media accs if they’re going too far with complimenting you

So you just open your blocked users list and unblock them because it’s very rude. The whole time she’ll sit there blushed and won’t say a word but “sorry”

This is finally done! Also I’m not sure if you wanted me to write for Junko, so i didn’t. I hope that’s okay! I only write for her if she gets therapy and becomes healthy ajrmfksjcrnjd anyway, hope u enjoy this!!! -Mod Kaede

[cheri-translates]

Headcanon - Trick Question

This work, 送命题, was originally written by 君兮耶君兮 on Weibo, and she has given me permission to translate it 🌸

“If I kiss you, you’ll get a hundred dollars. If the world’s cutest girl kisses you, you’ll get a thousand dollars. Who will you pick?”

[ VICTOR ]

Finally done with the work on hand, you pick up your phone and send him a message: Paging for Teacher Victor!

In seconds, you receive a response: Go on.

You click your tongue, fingers flying over the keys: I didn’t expect CEO Victor, who always reminds me to use my phone less, to be staring at his phone and giving me such a quick reply.

After a minute of silence, he responds: As per someone’s request, there’s a sound when special people contact me.

Your cheeks heat up slightly - you were the one who set yourself as a “Special Contact”. 

Tapping open the dialogue bubble between you and Kiki, you forward a message to Victor: If I kiss you, you’ll get $100. If the world’s cutest girl kisses you, you’ll get a $1000. Who will you pick?

Victor’s response is very in line with his character: ........

Out of nowhere, you receive a push notification stating that someone has just transferred $11000 to your account. Checking the bank app, you discover that the funds were sent from Victor.

You hurriedly give him a call. Before you can speak, he asks, “What do you want now?”

“I just wanted an answer...”

Laying your head on the desk, you use a pen to tap the camel statue in front of you.

On the other end of the line, you hear a soft laugh.

“I’ll collect 110 kisses from you tonight.”

[ GAVIN ]

Fresh out of a bath, you spring into the arms of Gavin while he lays on the bed.

“Officer Gavin, Officer Gavin!”

“What’s wrong?” He sets down the materials in his hands, wrapping you in a blanket. “Don’t catch a cold.”

After he turns you into a chrysalis, you snuggle up against his chest. 

“Gavin, if I kiss you, you’ll get $100. If the world’s cutest girl kisses you, you’ll get a $1000. Who will you pick?”

“You.” Gavin responds without hesitation. “Even if there’s no money involved, I’ll still choose you.”

You laugh heartily, nuzzling closer to him. “I knew it!”

He reaches to turn the lights off, then tucks you in before hugging you even more tightly. “So... did I pass the test?”

“Hmm. Even though it isn’t the perfect answer, it still counts as a pass.” 

You liberate your arms from the bundle, wrapping them around his waist, trying to reduce as much distance between the two of you as possible.

“What’s the perfect answer?” There’s confusion in his voice.

You give him a peck, having no intention to tell him. 

“That counts as a hundred dollars. As for the answer, think about it yourself. Goodnight.”

In response to your sudden attack, his face flushes slightly.

“Ahem, goodnight.”

[ LUCIEN ]

You’re aware that your husband doesn’t simply have a high IQ - his EQ is pretty good as well. So when your female friend sent you this question, you directed it to Lucien without thinking twice.

“Lucien! If I kiss you, you’ll get $100. If the world’s cutest girl kisses you, you’ll get a $1000. Who will you pick?”

“Hm? Is this an EQ test?” Lucien asks, reaching out to draw you into his arms.

“I guess it counts as one... tell me your choice!” You pinch his face lightly, wanting an answer.

Lucien pretends to immerse himself in deep contemplation, looking troubled.

“Hm... this is quite a difficult. After all, different benefits arise from the same option. Let me think carefully on whether there’s a trap in this question.”

“The options are different, aren’t they?” 

You attempt to wiggle your way out, despite knowing full well that he has already seen through your little game.

Lucien tilts his head towards you. “To me, my little fool is the cutest girl in the world. So the options coincide.”

“Lucien, you’re too good at this...”

“Really?” He pats your head. “I’m simply expressing how I genuinely feel.”

[ KIRO ]

With a serious tone, you pose a question to the man seated on the sofa.

“Kiro Kiro! If I kiss you, you’ll get $100. If the world’s cutest girl kisses you, you’ll get a $1000. Who will you pick?” 

Kiro arches his brows in complete confidence. 

“I know this! Miss Chips is the cutest girl in the world, so if I pick the second option, I can get $1100! That’s the perfect answer, isn’t it?”

You pout. “It’s no fun. I forgot how often you surf the Internet.”

“Let me ask you a question then. If Kiro the celebrity kisses you, you’ll get $100. If Kiro the King of the Western Regions kisses you, you’ll get $1000. If Kiro the hacker kisses you, you’ll get $10000. Who will you pick?”

You purse your lips. “Do I even have a choice?”

Kiro furrows his brows. 

“Of course! You’ve got three options, which is one more than your question. Miss Chips, choose quickly!”

Only a fool wouldn’t take advantage of what’s in front of her, right?

“A kid would make a choice. Adults want them all!” 

The Little Sun gleams brightly.

“I knew that Miss Chips loves Kiro the most~” 

You shatter his fantasy.

“No, I want them all so I can get a grand total of $11100.”

[ SHAW ]

Bored out of your mind, you send Shaw the question you chanced upon while surfing the Internet: If I kiss you, you’ll get $100 dollars. If the world’s cutest girl kisses you, you’ll get a $1000 dollars. Who will you pick?”

The phone in your hand vibrates. 

He replied so quickly while having lessons? That fellow has lost focus again...

Peering at the screen, you see a blue QR code.

His concise message launches him straight into the minefield: Send the money over.

You restrain yourself from smashing your phone against the wall: The important thing is the option you choose, not whether there’s money or not!

His response is succinct: I pick you. Send the money.

...

Before you can sigh at his response, another message comes in: Counting the number of times you kissed me last night, and the good morning kiss before leaving the house... I’ll give you a discount - $10000 will do.

Your almost snap the spoon used to eat the watermelon before you: You’re using your phone in class? I’ll break your bones when you come back!

Shaw sends you an “🙄” emoji and: Is this entrapment?

You laugh sarcastically: I’m just helping the school educate disobedient students like you.

And with that, the topic digresses to a point of no return.

[Note] The author uses wordplay here! In Chinese, “discount” is 打折 (“da zhe”). The use of “打骨折” (“da gu zhe”), adds on the word 骨 (bones), which changes the entire phrase to “break your bones”

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[collecting-stories]

High - JJ (Outer Banks)

Request: First of all, I’m a big fan of your writing :)) do you write imagines based off of songs? If yes, maybe one based on High by 5 Seconds of Summer? With JJ from outer banks

A/N: So this is basically broken up into like different moments in the relationship between the reader and JJ. 

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Scarlett was droning on about something that Kelce had said to her as you stood by the drinks counter, waiting for the smoothies she had ordered. The spinach and mango, so she said, was amazing for complexion. While she talked your eyes scanned the lobby of the country club. You had a decent view of the dining room from where you were and you caught a glimpse of blond passing the doors just as you looked over.  

“So I told him it’s over with us.”  

“Yeah, I don’t blame you.” You replied, mindlessly, as you waited for the doors to the kitchen to open again.

“Sarah wants to go to Chapel Hill tomorrow but like, I don’t know, I just don’t think my head is in doing a day out. Like I just need to focus on putting myself back out there.”  

“Yeah...you should.”  

The kitchen doors opened and you smiled as you saw JJ walk out, server’s outfit on and carrying basin for the dishes under one arm. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and opened a text to him.  

-I can see you-

-stalker. do I look hot?- He replied.  

-I couldn’t tell-

JJ left the basin on an empty table and walked over to the dining room doors, looking across the lobby to see you at the juice counter. You smiled and winked at him before texting again.

-Oh yeah, super hot-

-God you’re so obsessed with me-

You bit your lip to stop from laughing and drawing Scarlett’s attention away from telling the girl behind the juice counter about her breakup.  

-It’s cause you’re so hot-

-you must feel so lucky I’m your boyfriend-

“What do you think?” Scarlett asked, turning to you.

“What?” You looked over at her, realizing too late that you had zoned out of the conversation for too long. You had no idea what she was asking.  

“I swear to god. First I can’t rely on Kelce and now you’re off in la la land fucking texting when I’m trying to talk to you. My therapist said that people just keep letting me down and it’s so true.”

“I’m sorry Scarlett, I’m not trying to ‘let you down’. Look, lets go do yoga okay? You’ll feel better. It’s bikram, we can sweat out all our problems.” You promised, grabbing your smoothie.

“Fine.” Scarlett nodded, grabbing her own smoothie and looking across the lobby. JJ was still in the doorway of the dining room, watching the both of you, and she frowned. “Ugh, I can’t stand these losers they employ.”

“What?” You looked over at JJ. He smiled and then disappeared back into the dining room.  

“Gross.” Scarlett muttered, linking her arm with yours and leading you away.  

-

“Come here,” JJ held his hand out for you as the boat slowed to a stop. You grasped his hand in yours and stepped off the dock, boarding the HMS Pogue. When you were safely on board he yanked on your hand to pull you against him, smiling when you gripped his shirt to keep yourself upright. “Hey.”

“Hi.” You barely got out a greeting as he leaned down and kissed you. It was still off-season, a little colder than usual, and JJ had his grey sweatshirt on. You were particularly fond of the sweatshirt, as stupid as it sounded. It was warm and soft and smelled like the flavored vape he was smoking. “I brought you present,” you said, once he had pulled away.

“Is the present alcohol?” He asked, smiling when you pulled away to grab the cooler and blanket that were still on the dock. “Oh my god, have I ever told you how perfect you are?”

“You are so full of shit Jay.” You laughed.

“So where are you right now?” He joked. Your mom had been urging you to date someone for almost a year now, talking about how your friends all seemed to be getting together and didn’t you want to have someone in your life like that. She didn’t know that you had been dating. You and JJ had been together for almost as long as she had been pestering you.  

Your friends didn’t know either. They had no idea that every time you blew off plans or disappeared for afternoons at a time you were meeting up with JJ. If they knew, if your parents knew, you’d probably be locked in your room, Rapunzel style. Being a kook meant that your parents had a lot of expectations for you and none of them involved you running around the outer banks with a boy like JJ.  

It didn’t matter that you were 100% positive that you loved him or that you had been thinking more and more about the future. All that would matter if your parents or your friends knew was that you were dating a Pogue. And, maybe worse than that, a Maybank.

“Oh, I’m at a campus visitation day in Chapel Hill. Checking out the college, you know.” You replied, sitting down on the bench while JJ guided the boat away from the dock.  

“How’s it looking?”

“The guys are way hotter than I thought they’d be.” You teased, smiling when he looked back at you.  

JJ’s friends knew about you. Countless days had been spent with Kiara and the guys at the Chateau or out on the marsh. They were all infinitely cooler than your own friends and you loved hanging out with them. You would trade being a kook for being a pogue in an instant if it meant never having to go to a stupid house party or listen to Topper’s bullshit ever again. You would have traded anything in the world for the chance to spend all day on the marsh with JJ.  

-

Midsummers was filled with stuffy old rich people and their families and, though you fell under that category, you were bored out of your mind. You’d topped off every drink at your parents’ table as they chatted mindlessly about OBX and weather and business. Your options for the evening were slim. Hang at the table and listen to the most boring conversations known to man or venture out to find Scarlett and Topper and Kelce. The party was in full swing and the air outside, even after the sun had set, was warm. You felt like your dress was sticking to you.  

“Mom, I’ll be right back.”  

“Sure hon.” Your mother waved you off as you headed inside the country club. At least it was air conditioned inside.  

You turned the corner by the stairs, heading for the locker room when some grabbed you. An arm around your waist and a hand pressed to your mouth. You almost screamed but the familiar sensation of cold metal mixed with warm skin told you exactly who the hand covering your mouth belonged to.  

JJ.  

He pulled you into the coat room, finally letting you go to switch on the light.  

“You gave me a heart attack. What the fuck?” You laughed, smacking his arm.  

“Sorry babe, you look fucking hot by the way.”  

“You’re so romantic.” You rolled your eyes at him but leaned in, kissing him anyway. You’d spent all day yesterday with your mom in Chapel Hill and all day today ‘preparing’ for midsummers. This was the first time in over 48 hours that you had seen JJ.  

As he kissed you back his hands went to your waist. He guided you back against the wall, laughing when you got ambushed by unnecessary coats. “Fuck.”  

“Come here.” He switched places with you and sat down on the ground, tugging on your hand to get you on the floor with him. You bunched the long skirt of your dress up to your thighs as you sat on his lap, knees scrapping against the scratchy fabric of the carpet. You were dead if you got caught and he was definitely fired.  

When he leaned in you put a hand on his chest to stop him, “Oh, by the way, I'm not doing it on the floor of the coat room.”  

“But this is so romantic.” He joked, kissing you.

“JJ, I’m serious.”

“Chill,” he held your face in his hands, meeting your eyes, “I just wanna mack on my super hot girlfriend.”

“God you have such a way with words.” You teased.  

“I missed you.”

“Missed you too.”

You kissed him, hands unbuttoning his vest and shirt despite what you had said. John B always joked that the two of you were all over each other and it was probably true. Whenever you were around JJ you just wanted to be as close to him as possible. You felt him suck in his stomach at the sensation of your hands running across his skin. You shifted, kissing his neck with the sole intention of getting him back for the hickey you had almost been grounded over.  

JJ leaned his head back against the wall, giving you more access. His hands found the zipper to your dress and you shrugging out of the top half of your off the shoulder lavender gown. You kissed your way up his throat to his chin and then all the sudden your mother’s voice could be heard right outside the coat room, calling your name, and JJ shot up, smacking his head against the bridge of your nose and sending you back on your ass.

“Oh my god!” you practically whined, holding your nose with one hand as you tried to fix your dress with the other.  

“Oh shit, shit, shit, shit. I’m so sorry.” JJ whispered, grabbing his bowtie and holding it out for you to use as a handkerchief so no blood would get on your dress. “Are you okay?”

“Help me with my dress?” You begged.  

JJ helped you stand up and then proceeded to fix your dress for you, straightening it out and helping you slip your arms in so he could zip it back up. The whole time he apologized profusely. Outside the door your mother called your name again.  

You walked over to the door, peeking out. She’d wandered far enough down the hall that you could sneak out. “Mom,” you called once you came out of the coat room. JJ stayed back, fixing his shirt and vest.

“Oh my god, honey, what happened to you?”  

“I was in the locker room and I banged my face on the door.” You lied, JJ’s bowtie still pressed to your nose.  

Your mom gaped at you until she caught sight of JJ over your shoulder. “You!” She called and he stopped dead in his tracks.  

“Uh, yeah?”

“Take my daughter to get cleaned up please.” She instructed, “go with him okay sweetie.”

“Okay.” You turned to look at JJ and smiled as you followed him to the kitchen.  

“Come right back out when you’re done!” Your mother called after you.  

-

The first time you had ever crossed paths with JJ he was just some kid from the cut. You had texted a friend about where to get the best weed and they had offered to give you their dealer’s number. You’d been surprised when the dealer turned out to be the same age as you. Cute, blond, tall, so high. You had seen JJ around before, his face was pretty familiar, but you didn’t really know him at all. And he might’ve remained just some kid from the cut if you hadn’t asked him to hang out that first day.  

“Hey, uh...I’ve never actually smoked before.” You admitted, playing with the blunt that he’d sold you.  

“It’s not hard.” He shrugged.

Your parents were out for the day and you were sitting on the dock with JJ. He’d come over on the HMS Pogue on his way to meet up with John B and Pope. You had looked nervous, standing on the dock waiting for him to show up. The first thing you’d said when he pulled up was that you. had never done a ‘drug deal’ before. He’d almost laughed out loud.  

“I just, my friends kinda ditched me for the afternoon cause my mom said I can’t go to Chapel Hill and I don’t want to seem super lame, like smoking by myself.” You explained. How sad would you be sitting around and smoking a blunt all alone while your friends went shopping.  

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

“I mean...do you wanna hang out?”

“You wanna hang out with me?” JJ asked, even the haze of his high couldn’t convince him that was a normal request.  

“Yeah?” You shrugged. You’d never hung out with anyone from the cut before but you were bored and, if you were going to start ‘slumming it’ as Topper said, you might as well start with JJ.  

“Yeah okay, but I’m not giving you a discount.”  

“I don’t want a discount!” You laughed.  

-

The boneyard was crowded. Kooks, Tourons, Pogues. Everyone was there for a beginning of the summer party. You had donated the keg money after JJ spent his portion of the cost on weed. Kiara had almost lost it on him when you offered to give them the full amount. Still, you didn’t get to show up with them to the beach or even hang out with them. You were standing around with Kelce and Scarlett as they tried to draw everyone into their argument about who was ‘over’ who. You scanned the party, sipping on your beer as you looked for your boyfriend.

“Hey,”  

You looked back as someone pressed a hand against your back. Rafe.  

“Hey Rafe.” You side stepped out his touch.  

“What’s up, I haven’t seen you around much this summer.” He said, catching your friends’ attention.

“I think she’s got a secret boyfriend.” Scarlett piped up, “she’s always texting and canceling on plans. Took me weeks to get her to go to yoga with me.”

“I’ve been busy.” You replied. Across the way you saw JJ and John B getting beers. You watched your boyfriend adjust his red cap as he looked around. You could only hope he was looking for you.  

“Too busy to hang?” Rafe draped an arm around your shoulders and tried to draw you into his side.

“Obviously if you haven’t seen me around.” You replied, pulling away again. “I need a refill.”

“I’ll come with you.”  

You rolled your eyes as you walked down toward the keg, Rafe following on your heels. If there was anything that you hated about parties it was Rafe Cameron hanging around you. Kiara nodded to you as you approached them, tossing your old cup into the makeshift trash can she had set up to recycle.  

“Hey,” JJ smiled when he saw you.

“Hey, can I grab a beer?”  

“I’ll get one too man,” Rafe announced, his arm around your shoulders again.  

You pulled away once more, “seriously Rafe, get off.”

“Chill out.” He reached out for you, trying to grab your arm.  

JJ shoved him away, “she told you get off her man.”  

You shook your head at him, urging him silently to let it go. He knew that Rafe always bothered you because you’d told him about it countless times. But you didn’t want any trouble tonight. It was supposed to be a chill kegger and you had every intention of sneaking off early with JJ, which wouldn’t happen if he got into it with Rafe now.  

“Stay out of it Pogue.” Rafe tried to look intimidating, stepping up to get in JJ’s face.

“Guys, Rafe, come on.” You pulled on his arm and nodded back toward your group, waiting and watching to see if they needed to intervene.  

Just as Rafe turned to leave JJ spit a mouthful of beer at him, coating you too, and everything went to chaos. Rafe swung at him and JJ tackled him to the ground, throwing punches. John B pushed Kiara and Pope out of the way as Kelce, Topper, Scarlett, and Sarah ran over to see what was happening. As Rafe got his footing again people started to gather around in a circle.  

“JJ!” You shouted as Rafe punched him.  

“Come on,” John B grabbed your arm, pulling you toward him, “stay out of the way.”

“You filthy fucking Pogue.” Rafe shouted, “I’m gonna kill you.”

“Dude, come on, it’s not worth it.” Topper urged, trying to grab Rafe’s arm.

“Fucking try you pussy.” JJ was quick to bait Rafe, dodging a punch and then getting him with a right hook in the stomach.  

With Rafe on the ground John and Pope grabbed JJ, dragging him away from the fight as Topper helped Rafe to his feet. Kiara looked over at you when Scarlett called for you to follow them back to their side of the boneyard. You looked back to where John B was pulling JJ along the beach.  

“Where are you going?” Scarlett called when you took off in JJ’s direction.  

You ignored her, running over and stepping in their path, hands immediately going to JJ’s face. You brushed hair away from his eyes as he looked away from you.  

“I don’t wanna hear it.” He said.

“Too bad.”  

JJ pulled away and crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at the ground before he met your eyes. “I don’t need you to bitch me out, those guys are assholes, I’m sorry you’re friends with them but I’m not going act like they aren’t all dicks.”  

“I’m not gonna bitch you out.” You said.  

“What?”

“I’m not gonna bitch you out. Rafe’s a dick.”

“Then what do you want?” He asked, scuffing his foot in the sand.

You shrugged, “to make sure my boyfriend is okay? To tell him I love him.”

JJ bit his lip, smiling at you. Maybe it was the alcohol or the adrenaline from the fight but you thought that his eyes looked a little glassy as he looked at you. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”  

“I love you too.” He reached out for you, pulling you close so that he could kiss you. He stopped just short, resting his forehead against yours, “you sure, cause I’m about to mack on you in front of everyone.”

“I was so hoping you would.”

-

Oh my god my Tumblr is literally so Outer Banks heavy right now and I don't even care. 

Starting a taglist for my Outer Banks stuff:

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ANGST

The Game by @dracosathenaeum

this one is smutt + fluff + angst BUT IT IS SO GOOD MIXING ALL THE THREE I SWEAR JUST READ IT (also the author is so cute and like the best person ever no biggie)

Heaven and Hell by @bricksatlandyswindow

this is also a series that is not completed yet but this is literally one of my favorite things ever to exist and i swear it’s a masterpiece i dont wanna give anything away pls just read it

Choose Me Instead by @dreaming-about-fanfictions

this is multichaptered AND IT INVOLVES READER FAKE DATING DRACO PLS IT IS SO GOOD IT HAS EVERYTHING U NEED READ IT RNNN!!

Hurt Her to Save Her by @loeyoshn

ARGHH JUST THINKING ABOUT THIS MAKES ME WANT TO SOB MY HEART SHATTERED INTO MILLION PIECE S READING THIS MY GODD basically draco attempting to protect u no matter what the price is :(

The Beginning of After by @fuckingdraco 

guaranteed 100% to break ur heart, happy reading & crying!! (p.s. the author who wrote this is diagnosed w sexcy so be careful while reading her stuff)

Champagne Problems by @dracoxspencersgirl​

​THIS ONE IS A LONG ONE AND ITS ANGSTY AND fluffy and smutty BUT ITS BASED ON CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS AND YALL KNOW MY LOVE FOR TS ALREADY!!

Always Been You by @acciodracoo

this is the best series ever to grace this earth, its an actual masterpiece i swear it is so good i still cannot believe it GO READ IT RIGHT NOWWW

SMUT

basically the whole draco masterlist by @malfoysstilinski  

LITERALLY JUST READ ANY OF THE SMUTS THEY ARE ALL MASTERPIECES AND SO GOOD PLSSS

Warnings by @slytherinwh0re

I HAVE NO WORDS I LOVE THIS OMG

Common Room by @draocmalfoy 

common room sex is just ✨ immaculate ✨ 

Intoxicated by @luminanova 

C H O K I N G !!!!

Punishment by @roonilwazlibimagines

DRACO PUNISHES U FOR BEING A BRAT!! do I EVEN NEED TO SAY ANYthing MORE?

Seeing Stars by @iliveiloveiwrite

THE TITLE IS PRETTY SELF-EXPLANATORY READ THIS RNNNN

Hot and Cold by @weelittleweasley​

I AM A MESS and THIS IS SO GOOD 🥵 

FLUFF

Teach Me by @drxcomvlfx 

THIS ONE IS SO CUTE PLS I LOVE THIS <3

How Much He Loves Her by @draconisxcaput

this one is a mix of angst + fluff + smut BUT IT IS SO GOOD !!!! f u ron weasley

Take A Chance by @dumspirospero-1

this is a little angsty if u squint ur eyes so it is mainly fluff !!!! I LOVED THIS I LOVE SOFT DRACO

Always So Cold by @stupxfy

THIS IS SO CUTE AND SOFT I LOVE NERVOUS DRACO

You’re Mine by @yellowsuitcase 

THIS ISN’T LIKE FULL ON FLUFF BC IT’S AN ANGST SMUT + FLUFF MIX BUT IT IS SO GOOD LIKE THE PERFECT COMBINATION YESSS

I’ll Always Mean It by @malfoysmatrioshka​

FLUFFY FLUFFFF I LOVE THIS​

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IDK IF UR STILL TAKING REQUESTS🥺🥺🥺 sorry if IM botherinh😭😭 BUT MYBE A FINDERS KEEP HERS drabble where jk n oc get in to an argument after chap 3 n jk apologizes or something like that😭😭🥺😭🥺���

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pairing.  jjk x f!reader.  rating.  general.  tags.  this is soft angst. JK being his usual idiot self, reader being... well, sad, and yeah. just pain (but w a resolution. ish).  wc. 1.5k.  beta reader.  @hobi-gif beta’d a bit of this but i wrote most of it after so any dumb mistakes are my fault and my fault alone. 🤡  author note.  this isn’t 100% what you requested but... the first part kind of is, and then this is the resolution (because people requested it). if you’d like another drabble, please feel free to request!

In true fashion, Jungkook tries to fix the problem in the only way he knows how:  with money.

He puts the two of you up at the Four Seasons for the entire week, orders room service at all hours of the day and has treats from all of your favourite spots in the city delivered.  (Macarons, candied nuts, that one bakery that does those salted honey pies you inhale like a wild animal.)  He runs baths for you, fills the tub with your favourite scents (always Diptyque) and massages his tattooed hands all over your scalp.  He makes sure you wake up to the smell of French toast and fall asleep on a bed of roses, curled up in his arms and little else.  

He spoils you until you can hardly see the floor, designer shopping bags strewn throughout the suite.  (His sisters help him decide what to buy, mouths sealed shut otherwise.  They know better than to get too involved in his relationship with you.)  Dinner is somewhere new every night but always at a Michelin-starred restaurant, space booked out to the extent it’s just the two of you and a bouquet of your favourite flowers.

Of course, he thinks things are better.  Assumes they must be, because there’s never been a time where money hasn’t solved his problems.  No matter how much, throw enough of it at something and the problem will go away.

But you don’t go away.  Neither does your sadness.

“Baby.”  It’s your last night together before you’re back to some semblance of normalcy (not that Jungkook’s life was very normal to begin with).  He thinks he’ll miss it more than you will, if your lacklustre reactions have been any indication.

You’re fresh out of the shower - you’d turned down his offer of a bath, locked the door on your way into the washroom - and wrapped in a fuzzy white robe.  “What?”  You’re focused on running a comb through your hair, unbothered by your boyfriend who sits at the edge of the bed, legs wide and hands extended toward you.

It bothers him a bit (read: a lot).  You’re better than you were, offering tiny smiles when he begs for them, accepting his kisses without complaint. It isn’t you though.  Not the snark and the sass and the decades of friendship that normally thread your relationship.  A book with its spine about to snap, held together by cobweb.

Despite the time you’ve spent together the last few days - almost every hour, sans when you were at work - you’ve been distant still.  Not mean, of course (no, never mean, because you’ve always been soft on him) but different.  Softer and harder all at once.

“Come here,”  he coaxes, fingers curling around your wrist, pulling you between his knees effortlessly.

Normally, you’d curl around his shoulders, rake your nails through his hair.  This time, you only allow yourself to be with him, palms flat upon the ridges of muscle plating his back.  You don’t pass affection into his hair, don’t form a cradle for him to rest his head.  (It doesn’t feel like home - not like it should.)

Jungkook hates it.  Absolutely fucking abhors it.  He wants his girlfriend - his best friend, his love - back.  Not this spectre that’s taken up your space. 

(He almost forgets that he’s the reason you’re the way you are.)

“What’s wrong?”  The shape of his mouth curls, bottom lip pouting into that trademark expression that usually has you relenting, melting into a puddle of goo in his arms. 

This time, you shrug, movement dislodging the soft soft terry cloth from your shoulders.  “Nothing.”  Dumb as he might be - oblivious in the way only someone like he can be - he can tell you’re lying.  Offering the untruth right between your teeth, expecting him to accept it.

That bothers him even more.  It’s one thing to put up an act, entertain him as if you were a court jester.  It’s entirely another to treat him as if he’s a child, feeding him lies without a care.

(Notwithstanding the fact that Jeon Jungkook is, for all intents and purposes, a manchild.)

“You’re a shit liar,”  he retorts, grumpy, coloured green and blue until his insides feel like mud.  It’s strange, the discomfort that sinks beneath his skin and sticks his bones together.  Like wading through quicksand or a bog, stuck to a place he doesn’t want to be.  “Talk to me.”

“About what?”  You’re deflecting, refusing to meet his stare, holding yourself within the confines of your robe as if you can’t bear to open up to him.

That hurts more than he expects.  Slips sadness in alongside the frustration.

“About what’s bothering you.”  The fact he has to do this is driving him mad.  It’s akin to pulling teeth and he hates the dentist.

You scoff then - which he doesn’t expect.  The sound kicks him right in the stomach, a sucker punch he doesn’t see coming.  “You want me to talk about you?”  It’s an uncharacteristically mean answer, brought on by whatever’s been bothering you, turning blood to battery acid.

“Excuse me?”  

“You heard me.”  

For the briefest moment, he considers lashing out in response - giving back exactly what he’s getting.  But then he spies it, just there, past the usual warmth of your stare.  It’s hiding behind crystallised amber, peeking past the edges.  So much sadness it steals his breath right from his lungs, stripping him bare of red hot fury and leaving him lily white and lovesick.   

When Jungkook speaks again, it’s feather soft, terribly light, begging and pleading in a single utterance.  “Please.”

There’s silence for a beat, then another.  It stings for each second it continues, treading misery all over the thing that beats in his chest.  He’s not used to this.  (You’re his first and only love.  A part of him is grateful for that;  another hates even this.)

He almost asks again - readies it on the tip of his tongue.

Then you’re unloading, giving him everything he’d asked for and more.   

“I love you,”  you tell him in a reedy voice, uneven like the foundation you’ve built together.  Haphazardly thrown into place and hoped for the best on.  “But you’re an idiot.”   

(He deserves that, he supposes.)

Your voice is static, stretched thin and gossamer thin.  Cheek pressed to his curls, you find comfort in your hiding place, as if shielded by the dark.  “I’ve loved you for years and that’ll never stop.  But when you do stupid shit, it’s so hard.”  Your words are honeyed, thick and heavy as they lay into each strand, seep quietly into his ears.  Where they’d normally fill him with ecstasy, delight, send him on a sugar high - these ache, sink right to the pit of his stomach.  “I would give you anything.  Anything.”

“I know.”  Really, he does.  He’s known that since you were kids.  It’s why he’d fallen in love with you, even before he’d realised he had.

“Then why do you test me?”  

It’s not rhetorical.  You want an answer - something real you can hold between your hands.  Something to act as the salve for all the hurt, to bandage the wounds left behind by your uncertainty.  (He’s the same as you - needs to know he means as much to you as you do him.  But you show it in different ways and that’s what’s brought the two of you to this point.)

“I’m sorry,”  he answers, sliding his arms more securely around your waist, face buried into the soft fabric of the robe, into the warmth that lies beneath, into the heart that beats a rhythm identical to his.

“I don’t want sorry.”  After all, you’d already gotten one.  Weeks ago, when he’d pulled the stupid sophomoric stunt, he’d apologised.  Had been apologising every day since then, but in all the wrong ways.  “I want better.” 

It’s as if all of his bones have been cracked open, the weight of your words settling like sand, discomfort and grit snapping his head to attention.  “You want better?”  There’s nothing but alarm in Jungkook’s expression, eyes wide, throat knotted in worry.  “I—”

As always, you read him like an open book.  Hands smooth down the sides of his cheeks, palms searing over his reddened cheeks.  “Not like that.”  You’re reassuring him even as it should be the other way around.  (How ironic.)

He exhales a deep breath.  Doesn’t tear his stare from yours.  

“I just need you to be better.”  You’d never ask this of him if it weren’t important, if you didn’t feel his ignorance and immaturity splintering your insides into glass shards.  You’ve always accepted him exactly as he was, all the good and bad and ridiculous.  

This is different though.  You love him.  You’re taking a chance with him just as he is with you.  Laying your heart in his hands and trusting him to keep it safe, handing out the key in the hopes of building a home.  

So you ask - for both your sakes. 

He promises he will be and you believe him.  Have to.

For both of your sakes.

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Gone Chapter 9

Masterlist Gone <<< All chapters can be found on my masterlist.

Elijah POV:

After driving for over 10 hours, I parked in front of an acceptable motel, unfortunately there was no better establishment in the area, it would be enough for one night, if I could trust the route planner, it would take another 8 hours’ drive until we reached Mystic Falls and finally got more information.

The words of Antoinette played out repeatedly in a continuous loop in my head, answers lay in Mystic Falls, the place where I had lived many centuries ago and before we became vampires, had lived a simple life.

Ella had spoken a word since the timewhen I had urged her tosay aword, only the most necessary and even then, only monosyllabic answers.

I heard their footsteps behind me as we walked to the motel, the gravel crunching under our shoes as we stepped through the two double doors into the entrance area.

At the front desk sat a bored teenager, with greasy hair and music on his ears, he did not even bother to react to our presence.

I cleared myself and put a $100 bill on the counter, still no reaction from him, but before I could say anything, Ella took over by throwing water in his face.

The teen's shocked expression would have been very amusing in another situation, but in that situation, I was more irritated.

"When guests come to book a room, you should react rather than ignore," Ella advised him, whereupon he finally found his voice again.

"And for that you must put water in my face?" he revealed a high voice for his gender, "I have no patience when I am annoyed and besides, I am tired, so you still have rooms available?" Ella replied annoyed and did not even look in my direction, I honestly did not expect Ella to react like that.

Reluctantly, the boy gave a room key and gave instructions on where the room was and what to expect.

"Was this really necessary?" I informed myself when Ella had dropped on one of the two beds, "As I said, I am annoyed and tired and then I have no patience, or should the whispering help? Even I could hear his music as if I were listening to the music myself, so loud," she replied, looking at me slightly irritated.

I had not even noticed that the teenager had listened to music very loudly, but that showed me how different my perception was.

Instead of waiting for my answer, she got up and left the room to go to the bathroom with her bag under her arm, the turning of the key echoed through the otherwise silent room, I had to plan my next steps well and stay one step ahead of the witches, just as Ijudged Isabella, she would not just give up and leave me the person, which she had been trying to hide from the vampire faction for months. If I had not seen them by chance at the Bone Mausoleum a few months ago, I would not know anything about their existence.

But that did not take away the fact that Isabella was hiding something, and that had something to do with the young woman in the bathroom.

Tomorrow I would hopefully get more answers.

Ella POV:

The next morning was anything but full of energy waking up, I felt wheeled, was still tired and it did not help that the vampire had fetched coffee and croissants, although I did not really like coffee, I drank, if at all, milk coffee and mostly ice cream coffee, if at all.

It was an offer of peace from Elijah, even though I had not voluntarily gone on that road trip, so I knew that if I had not gone along, there would be consequences. Elijah was unpredictable, he was calm, and as they were often said, still waters were deep.

I didn't trust him, for whatever reason he decided that he wanted to go to Mystic Falls and I should accompany him, I didn't know why Antoinette had said that I would find answers there,I wasn't born here, I didn't belong in this world and yet it seemed that there were answers here, for someone who did not come from this world, this universe, whatever you wanted to call it.

"What exactly is this contract that everyone should ab adhere tol?" I informed myself with Elijah and his astonished reaction showed me that he had expected Isabella to tell me about it, but he did not miss the time to explain to me how he tried to achieve peace between the supernatural factions and involved the people of the French Quater.

The witches were allowed to practice, only rituals or sayings that required a lot of power, the witches had to request this from the representatives of the factions, to avoid that one of the factions became the victim of a revenge action and thus a new war broke out.

What surprised me most was that werewolves also had a permanent place in this faction. Something that had not existed in the series before Hayley demanded it.

"Isabella forgot to tell that, “He concluded his explanation, and that made it clear to me why he had appeared at the time.

"She forgot a lot to tell" I confirmed his statement, I still did not know with certainty why she had brought me here, why her ancestors had ensured that I was here, that I was supposed to be something immensely powerful, I could not and did not want to believe. I was just a normal person.

Well, in the eyes of some I was not because I was asexual and had no problem with it, I lived my life the way I wanted, everyone should be allowed to do what they wanted.

Elijah looked at me if I had been told weeks ago that I would find myself in a motel, on one of the two beds, with a primordial vampire on the other, in a tailor-made suit and as always incredibly quiet.

"May I ask what exactly you mean by that?" said vampire informed himself with me, while he was still looking at me with his intense gaze.

"She never told me that she had an innocent baby killed because they believed that she could become a danger to her later, I learned that from a vampire who belongs to Marcel," I revealed a small part of my knowledge about Hope.

"It's funny that a vision of some witch is believed when everyone knows that the decisions you make can send you down a different path than what a vision shows," I added.

If I had decided differently for many a branch, I might not have been here now, or many things would have come differently than they had come.

"That doesn't mean you think my niece would ever have been a danger to the witches?" he asked, to which I looked directly at him, something I did not like to do.

"Everyone makes decisions, every decision takes you further on the path you should go or you go in a differentdirection, no one can predict what the future will look like, that of a baby is absurd" I clarified and interrupted the look contact, it felt strange, my stomach became dull and every time, when I looked directly at someone, it tingled.

It was not very pleasant for me and it feltweird.

"That sounds like you would regret some decisions" he analyzed, and I not only felt caught, but I also hated that he could seem to read between my words, something that worried me, I had to be even more careful now that I did not promise myself and accidentally revealed what I knew. This could be dangerous.

Little did I know what new questions would arise.

[livinghostly]

one missing firefly

theo raeken x reader

not my gif!

words: 2900

request/summary: even with the newest threat to beacon hills, the reader is hesitant to accept theo's help. to her misfortune, scott sends them out together to take back something stolen. as usual, the plan falls through.

warning: fighting, blood

a/n: i still write for my favorite apathetic bastard <3 i'm not sure how many parts this'll have

[...]

"are you sure they have it?" stiles probed, one arm crossed over his chest and the other picking at his lips. "like, 100%? you didn't just lose it in one of your many, many cross country trips fleeing from law enforcement?"

exasperated sighs echoed from around the room, drawing an offended expression on to his face. it was dark outside and the pack's tiredness had escalated to shared frustration, being woken up or pulled out of their plans at 12 a.m. with a sudden house call from scott.

you stood over the kitchen table with both hands on the wood, pushing your tongue against the inside of your cheek. you rocked on your heels, looking up at the rest of the pack, and other additions.

scott was standing on the other side of the table, listening intently to the conversation. he met your gaze and shrugged, as if asking you to stay and listen a little longer.

derek closed his eyes and clenched his jaw in annoyance. "yes, i'm sure. before they broke in, it was there. now, it's not."

a new round of hunters had infiltrated beacon hills after more mysterious news coverage had spread outside of the town's close quarters. they were more of exterminators, they had no code, no ethics. they wanted to eradicate every last living supernatural creature, despite the clean history they may have.

hours ago they had broken into derek's loft, and if he'd chosen to fight instead of run he wouldn't have made it out. when he returned, it was ransacked. they were looking for something, and they found it.

the container of nemeton wood, which held the nogitsune.

"why would– why would they take it?" liam asked, he was standing in the doorway next to stiles, who nodded along. "if it's supernatural and they have it, isn't that good? they'll keep it contained."

you licked your lips, "it's leverage. and if they're desperate they could set it free, into a new host.

"i don't doubt that void will have a vendetta for us," lydia spoke up. "we put that thing in a box for over two years to rot after ruining his game. if they let him go, he'll come back. and he'll tear us apart."

silence settled over the room, your pack members shifted their gazes fo the floor to cope with the tension that filled the space. stiles looked the most ruffled, messing with his fingers whilst deep in thought.

"you okay?" your voice broke through the air, barely above a whisper but it caught everyone's attention. their heads snapped up to you, and then followed to stiles.

he sighed. "i'm not all that enthusiastic of the spirit that once possessed me coming back with a vengeance."

malia nodded, crossing her arms. "then, we stop them. we know where they're staying, we go in, and we get it."

"yeah," scott said in confidence, but the expression on his face was uncertain. too long of silence passed until he continued. "we'll figure out a way. me, and derek."

they were the strongest, you knew it was what he was getting at. and he was right, out of all of you, a true alpha and an evolved werewolf were the ones who would have the best chance at bringing down a pack of hunters– maybe liam, too.

but this wasn't a fight on neutral ground, it would be on their turf.

"not to step on your toes, scott, but that's a terrible idea," you said, straightening your posture. he raised his eyebrows, surprised, and multiple heads turned to you in question. "it's a hunter's den. it'll be lined with mountain ash, you won't get past the welcome mat and you'll kill yourself trying."

"so, what are you saying?" he shrugged.

you swallowed, but stated strongly, "i'm saying i'll go."

you didn't have claws or amplified abilities, and you didn't need them. you had enough experience with weaponry and hand-to-hand to defend yourself, he knew that. you knew the thought process of a hunter, what to look for and how to look over your shoulder as second nature. derek helped you fight like a werewolf– in addition to the years of supernatural encounters riding on your back, you were enough.

but scott seemed to have his own internal conflict. he looked past you, his eyes fixated on something. silently begging, you could tell, as he drew his eyebrows together and tilted his head to the side.

you looked over your shoulder and spotted theo, strewn over the couch with apathy. he was so quiet you'd almost forgotten he was there, mostly observing the pack meeting. he rarely said anything unless he was directly involved in the discussion or there was a sly remark aimed at him. and when he did open his mouth, he was shut down by malia or stiles.

he raised his eyebrows, seemingly bored. he met your gaze.

widening your eyes, you turned to scott. "no."

"y/n, you can't go alone. you need someone that can fight and go through mountain ash."

"then, i'll go with–" you searched around the room, and gestured to the boy in the doorway. "stiles. he has a bat."

"that's not exactly inconspicuous," scott chuckled weakly.

"i don't need inconspicuous, i'm not ringing the doorbell!"

"i'll go," theo spoke up, breaking the staring contest you held with scott. his voice drew the room to a silence, and the pack point their eyes to him, but you refused to turn around and look at him again.

you heard the couch shift beneath his weight, and then he brought himself to his feet. your gaze flickered to malia, who's nostrils flared in silent defiance as he stepped closer to you.

"i don't need you to go," you growled.

"i don't see any other volunteers." he glanced around the room, your pack members averted their eyes shamefully. but no one spoke up.

you couldn't blame them, the hunters were terrifying and all of you– even stiles –had been at the barrel of their guns at least once. they were worse than the argents are the calaveras ever were.

but you were unmoved by his words, and turned around to face him with a cold expression.

scott sighed. "he's right. and we can trust him."

"until he stabs us in the back, again," stiles spoke up. "or sticks his claws into someone's chest, again. probably yours, scott. again."

"i've done a lot for this pack," theo said, raising his eyebrows as he looked around the room. "and i'm not even in it. i'm here to help you guys."

"you're here because you don't want to be put back into the ground," you shot back, narrowing your gaze. he looked to you, annoyed with your disapproval.

the pack began to bicker back and forth, forming sides. aggression began to seep out of everyone, it was written on their faces. the majority of the pack trusted theo, whilst you, malia and stiles didn't even want him in the room.

as argumentative as theo was, he wasn't saying anything. he kept his arms crossed, listening to the chaos unfold as everyone vouched for their own solution.

there was only one person who could make the final vote.

"enough!" scott demanded in a shout, his voice becoming distorted with a low growl slipping through. all eyes turned to him as he heaved, and after a few seconds passed, his voice became soft again. "theo is going with you. both of you are safer that way."

you adjusted your jaw, resisting the urge to argue further. a sigh passed through your lips. "fine."

two p.m. is when you decided that it would be the path of least resistance to get in and out. they spent most of the days away from home, slithering through the town, watching and waiting for someone to slip up and reveal their true colors.

they'd been asking around, feigning as journalists or investigators to the townspeople to get leads on some of the creatures. at night, they would hunt or go back home to sleep, depending on the progress they made that day.

you stepped carefully through the woods, keeping on the trails and avoiding any sticks or leaves that could break under your feet. theo, a few feet behind you, wasn't so careful. his footsteps were heavy and racked up the dirt beneath them.

"you've never dealt with real hunters, have you?" you asked aloud. when the anuk-ite had infested beacon hills it turned everyone into killers, not hunters. they were inexperienced and trigger happy, but that wasn't the case now.

he stiffened, the weight of his heels digging into the leaves and drawing a crunch. he continued walking, keeping his head to the ground as he stepped around the loud obstacles. you smirked to yourself.

"not exactly," he responded.

an awkward silence filled the air, flowing between you constantly. you tried to shove off that feeling, as well as the hyperawareness you had to his presence, and kept your eyes peeled for any sudden movements or traps as you approached the property.

suddenly, you stopped in your tracks. theo kept walking until he was nearly against your back, following your gaze steadily. over the hill was the house, seemingly abandoned, it looked like it hadn't been touched in years.

licking your lips, you turned to him. "can you hear anything? a heartbeat?"

theo swallowed, and looked to the side as he focused. his jaw clenched as he strained to hear. "no, nobody's home."

"this is a good start," you breathed, continuing your trek up to the property. you circled around to the back of the house, theo following your every step.

suddenly, he spoke up. "i don't know much about this plan."

"get in, get the triskele box, and get out."

"it can't be that simple, it never is."

you rolled your lips back into your mouth, walking up to the back patio. it was covered in dust and the boards of wood looked as if they were ready to snap in half at too sudden of weight.

he huffed at your silence and continued, "what if something goes wrong?"

"what if you just trust me?" you countered, stopping at the door. you cast a glance over your shoulder and placed a hand on the doorknob.

"you would have to trust me first."

you frowned, and pushed open the door carefully. it lead into a kitchen, where the majority of the space on the countertops were coated with dust and cobwebs. there was a leather holster laid out, numerous knives missing, and the others that were left had been wiped clean of blood with a red-stained rag thrown to the side.

the windows were boarded up on the outside, creating a darkness over the room. you could still see, but it was difficult.

there was ruined furniture around covered in plastic wrap and shards of glass on the floor swept to the wall out of the walkway.

"this place doesn't feel too welcoming," theo whispered, his voice alerting you how close he was, practically stepping on your heels.

you opened one of the cabinets, searching for it, but there were only broken or stained plates left. "go upstairs. i'll check down here." you turned and met his eyes, he was reluctant to leave. "and if you find it, don't open it."

he raised his eyebrows. "i'd appreciate it if you had a little more faith in me."

before the conversation could continue, he followed your orders and turned around towards the living room. when he walked, he nearly dragged his feet across the ground and let his weight sink into the floorboards. painstakingly loud, without the belief that there was a reason to be quiet.

each cabinet you opened only left you more frustrated, finding nothing more than bugs and abandoned silverware. after you deserted that idea, you turned to the living room.

you peaked into the fire place first, finding a collection of guns hidden away inconspicuously. but no box. you rolled your eyes at the armory and turned towards the other side of the room, your gaze falling to the couches. they looked scratchy and the cushions sank after being sat in too many times. there was something about it.

tilting your head, you walked behind it, and then bent down to the floor. you curled your hands underneath the bottom of the couch and lifted with a strained groan. not wanting to be loud, you gently set it down, now on it's flipped side.

"i don’t see anything up here!" theo called down, you could hear his footsteps coming towards the stairwell.

you knelt down, your eyes falling to a poorly reattached seem. it was holding something inside, heavy enough to create a dip. "it's okay, i think i found something."

he waltzed down the stairs, raising his eyebrows with surprise upon spotting you. he came closer, pausing in his tracks for a moment as you unsheathed a pocket knife, and then tiptoed for your side.

theo bent down as you were, his eyes on focused on you as you dragged the knife down the material of the couch. you were curious, your features contorting with concentration as the fluff began to sprout from the couch.

you dropped the knife to the floor and dug your hand in, searching blindly. you tried to hold back your wince as something sharp dragged along your skin, but he caught the expression.

"what? you okay?" he leaned forward, one hand on the ground to steady himself.

you nodded, "yeah, i just–" you stopped yourself as your fingers wrapped around the edge of a cylinder. it was rough against your flesh, and heavy as you began to pull it out.

you set it in your lap with narrowed eyebrows, you hadn't seen it in a long time. the wooden container decorated with a symbol– the triskele. you ran your thumb gently over it.

"that's it, right?"

"yeah," you met his gaze. he was ready to stand up and leave just the way you came, his eyes flickering from the box to your face.

"okay, then let's go."

you nodded, pulling your wounded hand into a fist.

he gently placed his hand on your wrist, turning it over and pulling at your fingers to expose the palm of your hand. fresh blood was slowly pooling, it had dripped on to the floor and stained the couch fluff. "you're bleeding."

sighing, you pulled it from his grasp. "it's not that bad." you brought yourself to your feet again and he mimicked your actions. "i'll fix it when we get back to scott's."

a new voice broke through the air. "i- i don't think i can let you do that."

you nearly jumped and looked past theo to the archway of the kitchen. he turned as well, spotting a boy only a few years younger than you holding a shotgun in his hands.

theo reacted before you had time to. he jumped towards the kid and grabbed the barrel of the gun and lifting it into the air as a shot rang out. he snarled, shining his yellow eyes and he pushed the boy further into the kitchen.

loosening your grip on the container, you leaned down and swiped your pocket knife on the ground. you set the box on one of the tables and pursued the boys in the kitchen, walking in on theo being thrown to the fridge, creating a large dent.

the unnamed boy turned to face you, raising his weapon into the air, and you ducked. he shot at nothing and you charged at his torso, pushing him to the ground. the shotgun clattered next to you, and you held your knife to his throat.

as you looked at him, your stance faltered. he couldn't be any older than fourteen, but he was strong. he had fear in his eyes, panic piercing into yours.

in your moment of weakness, he took his chance and punched you in the jaw. you leaned back and held the point of impact, allowing him to shove you off and to the floor. he picked up his shotgun again, and aimed it at you.

"okay, wait! wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!" theo shouted, one hand on the counter to steady himself as he nearly stood over you. there was blood seeping from her corner of his mouth, as well as his stomach. "she's not like me, okay? she's human."

the boy was unmoved, keeping his stance and watching you prop yourself up on your forearms.

theo continued, "we'll leave the container, and we can go. but if you shoot her, i'll rip your throat out."

"no," the hunter said, his lip twitched. "they wouldn't like it if i let you go."

he turned the shotgun around, facing the butt of it towards you. for a moment, you found yourself confused thinking his actions betrayed his words. but then, he raised it further up before bringing it back down against your forehead.

[raydaug]

KIRASAYA DISCORD UPDATE

Hey, everyone, it’s RayDaug, the administrator of the KiraSaya discord server, and I would like to take a moment to update everyone on the state of the server. 

This past weekend, we posted our first collection to AO3, the Hundred Devouring Artists, Vol. 1. We are extremely happy with how everything went, from the community vote on the prompt for the collection (which totaled nearly 100 votes!) to all the fantastic writing and fan art that was made. If you haven't had a chance to check it out yet, please do so, you’re in for a treat. There’s a lot of good stuff from authors such as xXSintreatiesXx, AbominableKiwi, milkdecay, VR_Silvers, and many more.

Since the collection has been posted, we’ve naturally gotten a handful of inquiries from individuals wishing to join the server. While we appreciate the interest and enthusiasm, I would like to publicly clarify some things as the administrator as things have changed after discussion with the moderation staff. 

THE KIRASAYA DISCORD SERVER IS NO LONGER ACCEPTING REQUESTS TO JOIN 

We made this decision for a few reasons. First and foremost, this was done out of respect for the safety of our current members and the safety of potential future members. In light of recent events involving BloodOrangeSangria and her use of social media to solicit minors, we feel like it is in the interest of all parties to strengthen the vetting process for new members. The server is already 18+, but I think it would behoove all of us in the community to be more judicious in who we allow into our circles. 

Secondly, and less seriously, the focus of the server is shifting towards a tighter focus on active content creators in the KiraSaya community. 

Our members have a voracious appetite for anything KiraSaya, and we are still reaching out to people to see if they are interested in joining us. But, again, we are not accepting requests to join at this time. 

If you have any questions about the server, please send me a message and I’ll be happy to respond. 

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