#in my mind he wolfed down all his food and then just put his cheek on his fist and tried not to fall asleep at the table

[meidui]

he was so sleepy🥺

[entitled-fangirl]

Too needy.

Cregan Stark x wife!reader

Summary: the reader naturally has to be touching Cregan at all times. He doesn't mind, but her insecurity starts to get the better of her.

Warnings: insecurity, talks of sex

A/n: Based off an ask! I'll proofread later

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He didn't react to her touches as much anymore, for they were constant. 

Winterfell expanded far and wide, and as much as her mind had tried to remember every corridor, she couldn't. 

So she always held on to him to keep from getting lost. 

At least, that was the excuse at first. Now, it was a comfort.

She held his hand, his arm, his cloak, the handle of the sword in his belt, anything that she could when they walked together.

Even now in the courtyard, she held fast to his cloak as he spoke with the stable master on a matter of his horse.

She looked around, her head on a constant swivel but her hand never faltered.

But she began to notice something.

A few that passed by had looked down at the hand that was still at Cregan's cloak and an insecurity was being prodded at.

She had noticed it for weeks now.

Perhaps they believed her to be too needy.

Perhaps they were right. 

The insecurity began to eat at her.

"Well, I thank you for your work regardless," Cregan continued to speak to the stable master, "My horse has never been more reliable. Do tell me what you believe abo-"

She zoned out from there. She was far too engrossed in noticing every little stare that came her way.

She dropped her hand from his cloak and let it fall to her side.

Cregan looked away from the man for only a moment to gaze at her. He looked down at her hand and immediately reached out and grabbed it. He then gave his attention back to the man as if nothing had happened. "Oh, I agree that when-"

She just stared down at their intertwined hands. 

She tried to ignore the fluttering in her stomach when he'd lightly squeeze her fingers with his own.

…

The next day, the insecurity came again when at the petitions.

Cregan never sat behind the table as the maester did. He was always in front of it, pacing back and forth or sitting on the wooden surface itself.

Whether it was to be more inviting or more intimidating, no one was sure.

So when she joined him occasionally, he'd set her onto the table. She always figured he did it to comfort her, knowing she hated to be more than two steps away from him.

And when she'd sit there with her feet dangling inches from the ground, Cregan would stay put, not letting himself pace. He'd lean against the hardy table with his big arms crossed and brow furrowed as he paid attention to whatever the next person said. 

He cared greatly for his people, and he cared greatly for his wife.

So often during these times, her hand would be on his arm, or his hand on her leg. It was a pattern they had developed over their time together.

But today was different, for the insecurity was back.

His bicep brushed against her shoulder unconsciously as his body unknowingly inched closer to her by the minute.

"I've gotta herd to care fer," the man petitioned. "And these wolves keep takin' my flock. There's been at least six of em out there snapping at my shepherds."

Cregan hummed in consideration. "Aye, your flock helps to feed Winterfell through the winter often. Tell me what solution you've come here hoping for."

The man rubbed his beard, "Well, I was hoping fer some men to help me hunt the beasts down."

Cregan chewed the inside of his cheek in thought as his shoulder brushed against his wife again.

He turned his head to her, letting his eyes rake over her as they often did. An idea came into his head.

"Alright," he agreed as he looked to the man again. "You'll have 12 men for 9 nights to sort the matter over. I'll pay for their lodging and food."

The man's eyes widened, "Oh, thank you milord. Bless you!"

"But," Cregan quickly countered with a tilted head. "I receive the coat of every wolf dead in those 9 nights."

"Consider it done, milord! Oh, thank you!"

Cregan held a hand up, "'Tis my duties. They'll be yours by the morrow."

The man left with a continued string of thanks as he left. 

"What need have we for more pelts?" She asked quietly.

Cregan's head turned to her and a small smirk pulled at his lips. "You've far too few proper cloaks."

She opened her mouth to make a small petition of her own, but the next person stepped up.

It was an older man with a permanent furrow to his brow. 

She didn't miss the way his eyes wandered over to her, utterly disgusted by the informality of Cregan's petitions.

Cregan noticed it too, and he reached over and rested his hand on her knee. He touch was light. Just a reminder that he stood next to her.

"What might the Starks do for you?" Cregan's voice echoed as he studied him.

The man's request was lost. All she could think about was Cregan's hand on her knee. 

In all truth, she had missed his touch more than she believed she should have. After all, she got it constantly. But as of the last 24 hours, she had tried to draw back from his contact.

So when his thumb brushed softly over the side of her knee, she felt a shiver run down her spine. 

She held her hands back by picking at the skin around her nails. It was a nasty habit she had picked up when she was younger. It often made comebacks when she was nervous or stressed.

Without even looking, Cregan's hand moved from her knee to grab at her hands, breaking them up to keep her from further hurting herself. How he knew without looking, she was unsure. 

But he took one of her hands and pulled it to her knee, placing it down and keeping it there with his much larger palm over the top of it. His fingers played with hers absentmindedly as he negotiated with the man about gods know what.

That nagging feeling returned in her gut as she watched his fingers brush over hers. 

She was so needy that he felt forced to comfort her in the midst of his duties. 

How pathetic.

She managed to pull her hand out from under his despite his quick reaction to try to stop her. However, he didn't grab her hand in time and he knew better than to cause a scene over it. So he pretended not to notice.

When the man was satisfied and left, she began to push herself to the edge of the table to get up. 

Cregan stood in front of her with a hand up, "Where are you going?"

"Just… to sit."

His head tilted down to catch her gaze. "To sit…? Where?"

"The…" she turned to look over her shoulder to the other side of the table. "The chairs."

His eyes squinted at her as he tried to comprehend what she had just told him, as if it was some unthinkable idea that had just been uttered. "Why would you do that?" He finally voiced. His eyes softened, "Do you need a break? We can pause for a while-"

"-No," she quickly interrupted. Her hands reached up to  move to his chest as they usually did, but she stopped halfway and let them drop back down to her lap.

It was beginning to frustrate Cregan. He was no dull man by any means. He had noticed her touches lessening, but he didn't question it at first until she began to retract from him.

"If you need no break then you'll stay here until we are finished," he softly commanded. 

She gave in almost immediately with the nod of her head.

He nodded as well, wishing to seem pleased, but further down he was trying to figure out what had caused her to be so odd as of late. He sighed and gripped her waist, pushing her back up to the table as before. He then turned and motioned for the next person to approach.

Cregan tried to pay attention this time, he really did, but it was harder to now that he had two problems to try to fix at once. And one them was far more important to him. 

He nodded along with the man for a while then tried to test his luck again, reaching over to place his hand on her knee again. But this time, his hand fell to the wood.

He looked over when he felt the coarse wood as began to stare dumbfounded at his hand.

His wife had slowly moved herself from him by about 10 centimeters.

His hand balled up into a fist for a moment before he forced to it relax. He held his other hand up and completely cut off the man speaking. "Forgive me. We're done for a moment. I require some time to collect my thoughts here."

The man jaw went slack for a moment and the maester spoke up. "Lord Stark, it's unwise to pause in the middle of-"

Cregan's glare shut him up.

"Now," Cregan said as he stood to full height. "I shall return momentarily." He stepped over to his wife, "Get up."

His voice held unresolved tension to it and it made her panic. Her shaky hands pushed her to the end of the table and onto her feet. 

Cregan's hand reached out to grab hers then paused, remembering why they were having this miscommunication in the first place and it only frustrated him more when he pulled his hand back. "Go on," he motioned to the door and quickly followed behind her. 

Just hearing the northern man's heavy footsteps close behind them would make even the bravest man falter. 

The moment the side door closed behind them, he grabbed her bicep and spun her around to him. "What are you doing?" He growled.

She couldn't make words come from her mouth, so she only shrugged a bit and gave a pitiful expression.

"Don't. You will speak to me and tell me what has caused all of this. Whatever this is," he huffed. "I don't know what it is, but I know that I hate it."

Her voice came out more broken than she intended, "I didn't mean to anger you."

Her words cause Cregan to release her bicep and take a step back from her. He runs a hand over his goatee. He tried to hide the anger from his voice this time, "I imagine you didn't. However, in no instance should you believe that pulling away from me wouldn't make me frustrated. I like having you near me. Have I not said that enough?"

"You have-"

"-You don't want my hands on you," he finished with a horrified look brewing in his eyes. "That is… fair. That is all we must say then."

"No, no, please don't!" She pleased.

He threw his hands up and let his emotions run free again, "Then what would you have me do? You want my touch but the second I give it to you, you shy away from me. I attempt to comfort your worries and you push my hand away." With each sentence, he gets closer. "Do you truly believe me so incompetent as your husband that I have not noticed your touches have become less and less on my skin? Did you think I would not notice the thing I look forward to the most suddenly disappear?"

He stops and the two just stare at one another. 

"I crave it," he whispered.

Hot tears pricked up against her eyes, threatening to fall. She sniffled in an attempt to hold everything in.

Cregan wills his hand out to brush against her cheek. "Why have you stopped?"

She finds herself leaning into his hand, and there’s no denying that she didn't yearn for his touch as well. "…the people…"

He tries to follow along, but a frown tugs at his lips. "I still don't understand."

She opened her mouth the speak, but a soft sob breaks through and she steps back from him.

He closed the gap once again, this time grabbing her face with both hands in an attempt to calm her. "Shh, stop that. My anger is through. I just wish to help you.:

She held back the rising sobs to speak with a shaky voice, "I'm far too… needy… to be your Lady."

HIs jaw goes slack as pure confusion washes over him. He took a moment to regain himself before speaking. "I swear to you that you are not." He forces her head up to catch his eye. "Do you hear me?" She nodded, but he tilted his head, "I need to hear you say it."

That forced a few more tears down her cheek.

"I have to hear you say it," he almost pleaded. "Tell me that you're perfect for me."

A hesitation came over her, but she pushed through at the sight of his gaze. "I…. "

He waited with bated breath. "You're what? Say it."

"I'm perfect for you."

A broad smile came over him. "Now I want you to believe that, yeah?" He pulled her in and gave her a searing kiss that made her lose her train of thought. "We are returning, and you will do anything that makes you better."

"Is that not improper?"

He scoffed, "I do not care if you were straddling me as you've done in our bed. If you're comfortable, then I am doing my duty to you."

She blushed deeply and playfully hit his arm. "I would not do that."

"I know that." He kissed her forehead and moved from her. "Shall we?" He asked with an extended arm.

She took it happily.

He leaned down as the door opened, "If that hadn't worked, I'd have hoped you would cave tonight when you truly crave my touch."

She entered the hall with a face darker than Lannister red.

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[daisiescomelate]

Bad bad wolf

Prompt: Gojo accidentally scared you during a mission and now he's begging you to open the bathroom door and let him talk to you.

Content: Gojo/Reader, angst, cursing, ooc.

div. plutism - masterlist

It was an accident. You knew that. A curse got too close to harm you and he snapped for a second, letting go of his goofy attitude and showing you a side of him that you had yet to meet. He checked in with you, he double checked, and then he triple checked, worried about you being injured or scared of the situation or... him.

You told him you were fine, that it was all good, you were just in shock still —about the curse, of course. You just needed a shower. So he cared your cheek and kissed your palm and drove you home so you could take your bath.

But now you couldn't bring yourself to open the bathroom door.

You rubbed your face and tried to stop your mind from derailing.

I mean, c'mon!

Gojo Satoru was a prophecy made flesh, he was the most powerful sorcerer in Japan, maybe the world. Of course that meant he was dangerous, that he was lethal. I mean hell, you were lethal and your curse technique wasn't even that good.

And you knew Satoru was an asshole with a loose moral compass, and that his silliness was more of a tool of provocation and manipulation than anything else.

But it was different— to actually see it.

Raw power.

Cold blood murder in his eyes and a maniac smile.

A snap of his fingers and life just... vanished as far as the eye could see.

The joy he got from it.

But for God’s sake! It was Satoru. Kisses on your forehead Satoru. Fart jokes Satoru. Pouty lips for cuddles Satoru.

The meaner thing he had ever done to you was putting salt on your coffee as a prank because you weren't the first person to wish him happy birthday! He had never lifted a finger against you. Then why were you so scared?!

The doorbell rang and you heard the front door opening and closing. Satoru began singing some made up lyrics about chinese food that included a falsetto. You heard him walk up to the bathroom door and knock on it, a smile on his voice.

"Babe, food is here!" he said.

You were wrapped on a towel, damped, looking straight into the mirror and trying to calm yourself down. Satoru, it's just Satoru. What's your problem?

His voice echoed on the tile of the room and on your temples. You were suddenly too aware of the water drops falling from the shower head and the cold, wet floor under your feet.

"You have been there forever, babe. Everything alright?"

I'm not ready.

Just breath.

You walked to the door, counting to ten in your head. Just go and open it, you will be fine. He will hug you and everything will be fine.

I want Satoru.

As you extended your hand to the handle, it shaked slightly, catching you off guard. You inhaled sharply and quickly moved to hold it in place.

"I'm alright", you said quickly, a little bit too aggressive even— maybe? Shit, it was an accident, I’m sorry. "I'm fine," you added, trying to be softer this time, "just give me a minute, love. I'll be right out."

"Mmm? Of course, baby."

You heard his footsteps getting away from the door and the clatter of the dishes as he probably set the table for you two. He continued to talk to you through the door.

“Ijichi is already messaging me about another assignment.” He sighed dramatically. “I never get a break, what would these people do without me?”

You heard him turn on the TV and lower the volume to keep it in the background as you liked it.

“One of these days we should ditch them and go on a vacation. What do you think? Fall off the map for a month or two, that would do wonders for my back! We could go to the beach~” Satoru kept walking around, you heard the rustling of clothes as he took off his uniform and put on something clean. “Drink cocktails under the sunset~”, he continued, his voice fading as he left to another room and increasing back again when he returned to the living room area.

“I’ll ask Nanamin to take care of my assignments, he still owes me a favor or two.” You heard the sound of Satoru opening one of his wine bottles.

His voice, that you often found so silly and even sweet, suddenly felt as if it carried a layer of an uncovered threat.

You noticed that you were shaking slightly.

You tried to repress it, sing to yourself, and tell yourself a joke, but nothing had any effect and your legs became weak; you sat on the toilet to prevent yourself from falling.

Time passed, maybe ten minutes, maybe an hour. Satoru had run out of conversation and had fallen into silence. The wait must have been long enough, since the next thing you heard was Satoru right behind the door again.

“Pumpkin pie, I don’t mean to hurry you but dinner is going to get cold!”

You stayed still, hugging yourself to try and find some comfort. Your whole body felt like freezing, and you pinched your skin in a nervous tic without realizing.

"Do you need help with anything? Is it your hair? Do you want me to help you dry it, love?"

Your breathing picked up, an anxious feeling kept bubbling under your skin, making your body suddenly uncomfortable. There was a hint of something in his voice but because of your now rising panic it was hard for you to decipher what it was.

Wasn't the bathroom a little bit too small? Is there really no other way out of here other than that stupid door? Do people hate proper windows on bathrooms that much?

"Love?"

You turned around and glanced at the mirror.

Why are you freaking out?

"Babe?"

You heard the doorknob again and the bathroom door unlocking.

Out of reflex, you slammed it close again.

Silence.

The longest minute.

"Do you need a towel?” Satoru’s voice was oddly cheerful in an awkward attempt to ignore what you just did. “Is that why you don't want me to come in?", he asked, even if he had walked on you naked several times already and that had never been a problem between you two.

Your tongue was too heavy to speak.

"I'm going to go fetch you a towel, okay baby? Be right back."

You felt like crap. You felt like shit. You felt like you couldn't breathe.

Were you really making that big of a deal out of this?

You were embarrassed. You were scared. You wanted to leave. Open the door, push Satoru to one side and bolt. Leave this house.

"I'm back with the towel!" Satoru sang.

It was hard for you to stay quiet, it was hard for you to keep your lungs filled with air, your breathing should be audible now even at the other side of the door.

"Love?"

Your eyes were tearing up.

Satoru paused waiting for an answer but you couldn't mutter any.

"Baby, I'm going in." His tone deeper, not wanting to play his usual façade anymore. He tried pushing the door open again. You pushed your whole weight against it to keep it close.

A hiccup.

No.

No, no, no. Be quiet.

You bit your lip.

Love, please just give me a moment. You prayed to yourself.

A ruffling sound, then he knocked twice.

"Baby, what's wrong, would you let me in, please?", he asked softly.

Please, just wait. Why can’t you wait until I’m ready?

"I'm okay!" You repeated. "Just give me a second."

On the other side Satoru heard your voice tremble.

Fuck.

He buried his hands on his hair and pulled.

Fuck.

He knew he should have kept bothering you about it. You still looked like you were in shock, you were still clearly processing what had happened.

Earlier that day he was told about a case he had to look into. It was a silly little curse, they said, but because there was no one else available they asked Satoru to go, and because he wanted to take you out on a whim, he called you to come along with him.

He was so busy playing around with the weird looking thing, putting on a show for you, that he didn’t notice anything odd about it until later on.

It had the general shape of a human except with longer arms and legs. It moved slowly so as not to lose its balance because of its long limbs. In a rush of excitement as your eyes were glued to him, he moved around it and used his flashiest kicks and punches. He was usually childish for the fun of it, but knowing how much it made you laugh, sometimes it got to his head and turned him actually stupid.

He was more aware of where you were and where you were looking at than he was aware of the curse. He noticed that something was about to go wrong from your expression first rather than by seeing it by himself.

When he turned his head around to look back at the curse it had doubled in size. He was in a jump midair and trying to process what was happening, it took him a second longer to realize that it had suddenly launched at you two with greater strength. At that moment, he was in an awkward position to stop it and whatever move he made would be delayed by a fraction.

He saw it as it happened in slow motion.

It was something outside of your league.

It was suddenly so much faster and wilder, nothing like the slow guy he had been dancing around a second ago.

It noticed the difference in power and you being the most vulnerable of the two.

You and Satoru were separated by a considerable distance. Its form morphed once again. It moved forward, opening a mouth full of raiser teeth, and splitted into two. One half moved in Satoru’s direction and tried to corner him, and the other— jumped aiming at your throat.

Satoru saw red.

When he came back to himself, the woods burned and there was a gaping hole on the earth where the curse had been. He turned around to ask you if you were okay, and as soon as he did his blood went cold. Your eyes were wide open, one hand covering your mouth, the other holding your stomach. Horror.

He was no stranger to that look. Many people looked at him as if he were a monster after they realized what he could do with so little effort. He enjoyed it, sometimes. He didn’t care most of the time. But now he realized he had made a terrible mistake.

Truth be told, when you came about he started to be a little wary of it. He wasn’t hiding it, his reputation preceded him, you were meant to find out about it sooner or later. He was just more cautious. He tried to not overdo it anymore, especially in front of you; he would make up excuses so you couldn’t come with him to certain missions and he would keep a close eye on the noisiest pair of elders so they wouldn’t run their mouths in front of you.

After you came into his life, the title of the strongest was more annoying than ever. Hunting, even. It caught your interest, it always caught everyone’s interest, but how many could look at him the same before and after witnessing what it actually meant?

His heart beated heavily on his chest.

He untangled his fingers from his hair, clearing the lump on his throat, making sure to keep his tone non-threatening.

“I’m not going to open it, baby. You can come out when you’re ready. I will sit right here, yeah?”

Nothing.

Satoru pressed his eyes closed, thinking full speed what he should do next. He was surprised by the rush of adrenaline that embedded his system. His body was instinctively ready to kick the door open but he held himself back. He had to keep a cool head, he needed to avoid scaring you further.

Think.

A sob came out from the bathroom.

No. No, please, don’t cry.

“Love, please. Let me give you a hug. Open the door for me.”

He had been too careless. He needed to apologize properly. He needed to see you and reassure you that he loved you more than anything and he would never hurt you. But at the same time –he realized– he was scared to see that same expression on your face again.

He held both hands to each side of the door frame, letting his head fall. What you two had was still fragile, it was still too early for a problem this size.

He was scared.

He had no right to try to hold you back just yet when this didn't even have a name. He was sure he wanted to keep you with him, he had known for a long time before he approached you to ask for a first date.

It was delicate.

Gojo Satoru was a god, they named him that and so stripped him away from his humanity; like so, he grew up empty. He was scared you could see that, how far away he was from human.

It was dangerous, for you and for him since no matter how many people talked about the lengths of his powers he came to know by experience that there were many things he could still not reach nor control. So many people wanted so much from him, and he attracted so many others with ill intents. On his darkest night he felt the strings that picked at his skin, holding to his limbs. An all powerful puppet.

But he met you and he was fool enough to think he could try.

He placed his hand against the door and called your name in a whisper.

“Please, please, open the door, love.”

But could he really let you go without giving a fight if you rejected him?

“I'm sorry. Please give me another chance. Please talk to me.”

Could he fight this greed that grew on his chest everytime he was around you?

“I would never, ever hurt you–”

His voice cracked.

He felt pathetic.

The reporter talking on TV warned the public of intense rains to come, and the most powerful sorcerer felt his eyes prickling and gritted his teeth.

Around you he didn't feel like the titan that people talked about and recoiled from. He was the Satoru that had been lost along the halls of the Gojo estate as a little kid, and the Satoru that was healed and held before he lost half of his soul later on. He felt complete again. Person again.

But what if he lost all of it. Again. Because of all his power. Again.

His head fell forward as the door opened, just an inch, taking him by surprise. Your eye picked through the crack, your cheek was covered in tears.

He blinked and stared, feeling his heart break by seeing you like this.

“Hello.” He said, a lame attempt to break the silence.

“I'm fine, I promise.” Your voice trembled on every word.

He sighed painfully.

Satoru straightened his posture and held a hand to the door. You visibly trembled and gave a step back, you looked like you wanted to protest but didn't say anything.

He opened the door completely and stepped into the bathroom. You followed his every move with your eyes, you tried to fight back the worst of your instincts, the ones that told you that this man could always do as he wished with you and you wouldn't be able to escape it.

He moved his arms up and you guessed he was going to go for a hug. It was hard for you to reciprocate just now, so instead you closed your eyes and nodded, to let him know it was okay.

But you didn't expect to be hugged by the waist, his head on your stomach.

You opened your eyes with confusion. Satoru was kneeling over the bathroom floor, hugging your legs with his head buried on your towel.

“I swear” he said in all seriousness, “I will never hurt you.”

He squished a little bit more, almost making you fall out of balance.

“I swear”, he repeated.

You felt his desperate grip, and as his fear sinked in, your's wavered, and you could finally feel how truly wrong you were about fearing this man.

“Satoru…” you called.

“Mhmm?” He said but didn't look up the way you wanted to so you could see his dazzling eyes.

You buried one hand in his silk hair and carefully ran your fingers through it. “Love, look at me.”

He refused, pressing his face harder against you.

You kneeled instead. There were you, with your face covered in tears with nothing but a towel, and Satoru with wet sweatpants on the damped floor and refusing to let you see him. You hugged him and felt his heart beating fast against his chest matching your's.

“I am the one who is sorry.” You whispered.

He held you with all his strength, almost leaving you out of air.

“I believe you. I don't know why I reacted that way. But I promise I believe you and that won't happen again.”

His breath shook against the skin of your neck. You run your fingers along his nape, reassuring him. He nodded and kissed your neck before ultimately raising his head and looking at you.

There were no tears but his eyes shined brighter. You held his face with both hands and brought him down so your noses would touch. The way he looked at you with those eyes, as if you were the most precious thing he had ever seen. You saw it clear as day, you had nothing to fear.

You moved closer so your lips would touch just slightly, “I love you, Satoru”, you said.

“I love you too”, he whispered.

[irisintheafterglow]

Just Wanna Keep Calling Your Name (gojo x you)

summary: you check on megumi and yuuji before they begin their mission to find tengen and unseal the honored one.

wc: 1.8k

cw/tags: angst/comfort with hopeful ending, swearing, mentions of eating and food, just sad separated found family things

note: part 3/4 of my "i don't wanna live forever" little series. yeah writing this made me so sad i just wanna tell them it'll be okay and this shit hasn't even been ANIMATED yet

likes/reblogs/feedback is appreciated <3

In any other circumstance, he’d be pushing you away in exaggerated melodrama because of how tightly you’re constricting him. He’d gently wiggle from your grip, saying something about you embarrassing him or that he wasn’t a kid who needed hugs anymore. You’d frown a little bit, staring at him in disappointment until he huffed in surrender and squeezed you even tighter. After a few moments, Satoru would inevitably come over and create a “Megumi-sandwich,” wrapping his lanky arms around both of your bodies and pressing a kiss to your cheek. Sometimes, Yuuji would catch wind of the affection and race over, tackling all three of you to the ground until you were in one familial heap. Satoru would take your hands and help you off the floor just to pull you to his lips. Yuuji would coo fondly at the show of affection while Megumi made a gagging gesture with his finger. In any other circumstance, it would be a perfectly normal hug. 

But, these were not normal circumstances. 

Because they weren’t normal circumstances, you weren’t able to utter a word before Megumi’s arms were shakily wound around your body, hiding his face in your shoulder and trembling. You catch Yuuji’s ashamed gaze from inside Megumi’s dorm and reach out your hand, which he takes and pulls both you and Megs closer to him. As much as you like to remind yourself that they’re capable of holding their own as sorcerers, you couldn’t ignore the reality that the Shibuya incident was not something that seasoned sorcerers should have experienced, much less two teenagers. With Panda, Inumaki, and Nobara in grave condition and Nanami soulless in the morgue downstairs, you were truly the only family the two boys had left. You never allow your mind to drift to Satoru. 

“Eat, Megs. Please.” You set the bowl of ginger chicken in front of him, his favorite ever since he was little. You silently thanked past you for putting frozen containers of ginger chicken and spaghetti in the teacher’s lounge freezer, which you picked up on your way to check on the boys. The picture in front of you was tragically familiar–Megumi on his bed with a bowl of ginger chicken and his stuffed wolf in his lap. You couldn’t guess the last time the two ate, but it must have been quite a long time from how quickly Yuuji scarfed down the first bowl of spaghetti. The second tub of spaghetti is still warm, thankfully, and you slide the bowl over to him in understanding. Megumi, on the other hand, simply stared off into space, the enticing steam of the food unable to pierce his broken exterior. “I’m gonna take the wolf back if you don’t eat.” His eyes are dark and dangerous when they flick up to you, the same look he gave you for the past however many years you’d been using that threat. Despite its age, you’re surprised to find that it still works as he finally takes a bite of food. “Thank you.”

“When’s the last time you ate?” 

“This morning. I had breakfast with Shoko.” You also tried one of her cigarettes again and hated them just as much as the first time. She’d poured a few shots for you before work to make it up to you.

“Coffee doesn’t count as breakfast,” Megumi deadpans and your first impulse is to laugh. But, you can’t stop the memory that breaks loose and it slams into you like a freight train. 

He was giving you that odd look again, something between the lines of skeptical and adoration. You stick your tongue out at him in defiance and his hand finds yours from the driver’s seat of the car. It was an early morning mission and you argued that you deserved a treat after dragging him out of bed. To Ijichi’s annoyance, Satoru stops at a grocery store, running in to grab you a muffin and scolding you for not having enough fuel for the day. He kissed you so fervently when he returned to the car, like you were going to disappear in his absence. He said he could taste the coffee on your lips and that you didn’t make it right; when you looked at him with an offended expression, he shrugged and said he made you the best coffee. You’d never admit it, but he was right. 

“I-I had a muffin, too.” Despite your best efforts, your voice still comes out as a choke and Megumi’s face falls guiltily. He knows exactly what his words had accidentally triggered. “I split it with Shoko.” You take his hand while he avoids your eyes, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles reassuringly. “Eat, Megs. It’s okay.” 

“Did the higher-ups really confine you to the school?” Yuuji asks after he’s finished the second tub of spaghetti. “I heard…some things about you and it made me nervous.”

You hum in assent. “Well, I’m still alive. There’s no way I’d let them kill me before checking on you two.” The words are meant to be reassuring but aren't received that way as their heads both snap to look at you in alarm. “Yeah, no point in lying. We talked about it, before everything happened. I know he didn’t say anything about it because he didn’t want to worry you, but we discussed what would happen in his…absence.” 

“Have they sent anyone yet?” Megumi’s voice is low and threatening but you knew the warning wasn’t directed toward you. 

“No, but I also know they haven’t sent anyone after Yuuji either, right?” They nod but still eye you warily. You give them a weak smile in an attempt to ease their worries. “So, that means the brass is still such a shit-show that they can’t dispatch sorcerers to apprehend Satoru’s associates. We have time, but not a lot of it.” 

“We have a plan. Or, at least, the beginnings of one. To get him back,” Yuuji says carefully, each word delicate like you were a grenade on the verge of exploding. Your walls go up immediately, shutting down to prevent the storm of emotions that welled up at the optimistic hope in his words. “We’re going to unseal him.” The sentence goes in one ear and out of the other; you can tell by their expressions that your eyes have gone empty and blank. It wasn’t anything against them. You just couldn’t handle thinking about him too much, lest you truly break down. 

“Okay. Try your best.” Your smile is pained and forced, but you still nod in weak encouragement. Megumi’s eyebrows suddenly furrow in thought, like he’d remembered something important. “What is it, Megs?”

“Who is Toji?”

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Satoru, Satoru please. Satoru, please look at me,” your voice cracks into broken cries while your hands frantically shake his shoulders, willing him to wake up. “Baby, I need you to look at me, please. Satoru, please, baby. Please, I can’t–” You can’t breathe. The words are getting caught in your throat and staying there. Every inhale tastes like blood and every exhale emphasizes your boyfriend’s lack of a pulse. “I can’t get to Suguru, Satoru. I can’t get to Suguru and he needs you. I need you. I need you, please. Please, wake up.” The tiniest bit of movement catches your eye and you stare in amazement at his hand, drenched in a pool of his own blood, twitching and violently blazing Cursed Energy. “There you are, baby. Come back to me.” 

“He was a sorcerer from the Zenin clan. Why do you ask?” 

“Was?” Megumi echoes, and it’s your turn to mirror his confused expression. “Like, he’s dead?”

“Yeah, he’s been dead for over a decade. Again, why do you ask?”

“There was a guy that Naobito called ‘Toji’ in Shibuya with us. He had no Cursed Energy but was stronger than the special-grades we were fighting.” Dread drops into your stomach like a dead weight. Fushiguro Toji coming back from the dead was the last fucking thing you needed. 

“Is the man still alive?”

“No, and that’s what I’m curious about. He asked me what my last name was and then killed himself when I said ‘Fushiguro.’ He could have killed me, but he didn’t. I just want to know if I have any kind of connection to that man.” 

“I see.” You felt guilty for lying to the boy’s face, but you also recognized that it was Satoru’s decision alone if he wanted to tell Megumi about his family history. “I’m not sure, then. I’m sorry.” He nods, face taut in suppressed disappointment and you rush to change the subject. You could feel time passing too quickly, the instinctual feeling that they had to keep moving hanging over your head. “I read about your fight with Awasaka in the report. Thank you for taking care of each other and taking care of yourselves.” You didn’t mean to strike a nerve, but your chest aches when they simultaneously dart their faces away, contorting in quiet agony. 

“He killed thousands using my body,” Yuuji hisses, squeezing his eyes closed to shut out the memory. “I don’t deserve gratitude for my survival–”

“Stop. Don’t tell me that I can’t be grateful you survived,” you state firmly and you feel emotions start to well up in your eyes again for the first time in hours. All three of you have tears quietly streaming down your cheeks; you have no more energy for the hiccuping and gasping-type of sobs that wracked your body days earlier. “You’re alive to keep fighting, so please recognize that as important.” 

“Would you ever marry me, Satoru?”

He looks at you like you’d just suggested cliff diving into sharp rocks. “Of course. Once all this shit is sorted out with Sukuna and I reform Jujutsu Society, we’ll have a rager wedding.”

You scoff in disbelief. “You want to have a rager wedding?”

“Was that not what you had in mind?”

“Mmm…no. I was thinking something small, you know, with Yuuji and Megs and Nanami and Shoko and the rest of your students. Save your strobe lights and fog machines for the bachelor party.” You both know damn well Nanami would never set foot in a club with Satoru, but it was still a funny image for the mind. 

“You want to involve my students in our wedding?”

“I thought that was self-explanatory. You care about them, I care about you, so I automatically care about them. Whatever you would do for your students, I would too.”

“I’d pull down the planets for you, you know.”

“Just the planets? You must not love me that much tonight.” His eyes shine in the moonlight as he rubs his nose against yours. “Break up with me now and put me out of my misery.”

“You underestimate my abilities, sweetheart.”

“Yeah?”

“Yep. I’d pull down every planet in the entire universe for you if you asked, not just the ones in this solar system.”

“There’s my sappy Satoru.”

“I’m yours forever.”

“Do your best, okay?” You say before Megumi and Yuuji leave to find Master Tengen, leaving you alone in Megumi’s dorm. Reaching over for his stuffed wolf, you summon a portal and store it in your domain for safe-keeping. You’d give it to him when you were all together again, your boys and your boyfriend. 

I’m yours forever.

[pascaloverx]

Moonlight

Summary: You and Edward Cullen used to have a romantic relationship. But fate seemed not to believe in the possibility of a vampire and a potential she-wolf being together. Years after your separation, you return to Forks. Edward is committed to Bella Swan, and Jacob Black has his own pack. What happens when, upon your return, you begin to transform into a she-wolf and both Edward and Jacob seem eager to revisit the past with you?

Author's Note: The characters in this fanfic do not belong to me but to Stephenie Meyer and the Twilight universe. The story blends events that happened in the Twilight saga movies with invented ones. If you're enjoying the fanfic, please interact. This story will contain inappropriate language, a possible love triangle, scenes of violence, and romance. I would appreciate it if those who enjoy the fanfic could leave a comment and like (kudos). Engagement helps me know that there are still people reading. I hope you enjoy this chapter ❤

FIVE SEVEN

SIX

Edward insisted that you go to his house after you had sex in the car. As you said you would stay by his side in the heat of the romantic moment. It seems stupid now, but it's what you can do now. So at this moment, you are finishing your shower in the bathroom of Edward's almost-suite-like bedroom. He is currently informing his family that you are at their house. Your mind tells you that they will hate your presence, especially after his recent breakup with Bella. That's why, after finishing your shower, your plan is to look for a place to rent.

"You were wrong, they reacted better than you imagined. But they want you to come down for breakfast with them," Edward says, entering the bedroom and then opening the bathroom door, holding a towel for you to dry off. Sometimes you forget that he reads minds. You step out of the bathtub and wrap yourself in the towel. Edward kisses you gently while holding your face with both hands.

"Now try to tell me the truth. Your family doesn't have to force themselves to accept me here just because I'm homeless. I'll rent a place before Rosalie tries to throw me out the window. And I need to talk to Sam. But I can have breakfast with your family as long as none of them pretend to eat food." You say while putting on some clothes, and Edward turns around to give you privacy. When you finish dressing, you kiss Edward on the cheek, and he turns to look at you. Honestly, as he stares at you, a warm feeling of affection fills your heart.

"Don't you want me to go with you? Since you plan to reveal our relationship..." Edward says, holding your waist, and you hug him. Then you lightly slap his head, showing your annoyance at him reading your mind.

"Our agreement about you staying out of my mind still stands. I admit I'm scared of his reaction, but we're all grown-ups. And even though I can't read your mind, I can assure you that I won't run away or be afraid to admit that I feel something for you. Even if it could lead to a significant war between vampires and wolves. And you're definitely not coming with me," you say, laughing a little at Edward's reaction to hearing that he isn't going with you. Holding his hand, you head downstairs to have breakfast with the Cullens. The table is set, and it's clear they went to great lengths to make you feel welcome.

"We didn't know what you like to eat, but Bella used to have pancakes and bacon. Sometimes waffles and scrambled eggs. You're not exactly human, but you probably enjoy the same food she did. I know you two have similar tastes in many things," Rosalie says as you finish coming down the stairs. You look at her, knowing she isn't happy about your presence in her house, but you can't blame her.

"Rosalie, take it easy," Edward says, placing his hand on your shoulder, as if to show he's on your side. You breathe in and out, trying not to get upset. After all, do you really have the right to be upset?

"Edward is right, Rose. We have a guest, and we will treat her well. Y/N, I know you'll forgive Rose for her tone. We're just adjusting to this new situation," Carlisle says with some grace. He’s a good father. It makes you miss your own.

"I'd like to thank all of you for your efforts. But you don’t need to pretend. I know it’s sudden for me to be here; I promise I’ll leave. It’s too soon for us to be in this situation. Too soon for Edward and me to be together, but to be honest, Edward and I have had a relationship. We were secret lovers before he met Bella. That doesn’t justify anything, but perhaps Edward and I feel like we waited too long to be together." You look at all the Cullens in front of you, feeling like you’re making a confession. They seem to understand you, at least a little.

"Dear, I think I speak for everyone here when I say that it’s none of our business. As long as you and Edward are happy, we will support you," Alice says kindly. But you know it’s hard for them to support you both.

"I think it’s too early to talk about support. Not to be rude, Y/N, but just a few weeks ago Edward was ready to marry Bella. You can’t expect…" Jasper says, and you feel guilt washing over you. You’ve spoiled someone’s happy ending. You can't even respond. As the Cullens look at you with a mix of fear and concern, you see Edward wanting to comfort you. But right now, you need to leave this house. You should never have come. You run outside without saying anything more, hearing Alice cursing Jasper while Rosalie takes pride in not being the one to reveal that Edward was going to propose to Bella.

“Y/N, stop. Just listen to me for a moment. Don’t push us away. Don’t use this as an excuse to run from me,” Edward says, trying to stop you from getting into your car. You’re trying not to cry, trying to stay composed. But it feels like you’re back at square one.

“You were going to propose to her. Do you know what that means for us?” you say louder than you intended. Your emotions are overflowing.

“It was before you came back. Before we realized that what we felt before still exists. My decision not to propose was also a way to protect her,” Edward explains. You somewhat understand him, but right now, the anger towards Jacob feels justified. You feel like a terrible person.

“I’m not going to leave you. I’m tired of running, but I need some time. We both need to start over, slowly. I’m going to talk to Sam about us, and in the meantime, try to have a conversation with your family and your ex. But don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere,” you say, letting the tears roll down your face before going to Edward and giving him a soft, comforting kiss on the lips. Maybe, just maybe, you and he are meant to find a way through this together. After the kiss, you say goodbye to Edward and head towards Uley's house. You know he'll find out your big secret eventually. It’s better that you tell him. As you approach the house, you see Sam and Emily. Immediately, Uley seems to harden his expression when he sees you.

"I never supported your relationship with Jacob, but you’ve definitely managed to get yourself into a worse relationship. You and a monster whose heart doesn’t beat. A damned bloodsucker, a vampire. Do you have any idea what that is? An abominable union. Your father would die if he were here to witness this." Sam is too enraged, but Emily touches his hand lightly as if calming him down.

"We talked about this, Sam. Don’t be rude to her. I’ll make some tea for us," Emily says gently, giving Sam a kiss on the cheek. You watch as Emily leaves you and Sam alone.

"My father died knowing this. Knowing that his daughter fell in love with a cold monster that survives on blood. He found out just before he made me leave Forks. Before he died. He reacted like you, and I was too young to defend myself back then, but I’m not now. I’m not going to lower my head and let you walk all over me. If you want to resolve this, face me. You may have your pack, but you’re still a weak man. You can’t see beyond your own nose. That’s why you’re an imperfect leader." You don’t mince words as you let your anger take over. Sam looks at you almost with disgust now.

"I’m giving you the chance to leave and forget this ridiculous romance of yours. If you continue, I won’t hesitate to end this fairy tale of yours, even if it means hurting you." Sam threatens. You laugh at him, as if his attempt to intimidate you has only amused you, but the truth is, it’s frightening. And in reality, apart from Edward, you don’t think anyone else is on your side right now.

"So it’s pertinent for you to know that she will have the support of my pack. Hurting her means hurting me, Uley," Jacob says, appearing out of nowhere and surprising both you and Sam. He stands beside you, staring down Sam. You wonder how he knew you were talking to Sam or how he arrived so quickly, but it's good to see him there, even if you and he are currently at odds.

TO BE CONTINUED...

[makeitmingi]

Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 26]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.4K

"Baby? I'm here." Mingi announced as he entered your home. He removed his shoes at the doorway.

"Oh, Mings! You're here." You jumped in shock as you emerged from the living room, intending to place your purse on the dining table so you wouldn't forget it.

"Yeah, I called out to you but you didn't reply." He came over to hug him, kissing your forehead.

"You did? Sorry, I was busy getting ready." You said, fixing your earrings as you walked back to the bedroom to check your reflection. You decided to only wear earrings on your basic lobe piercings, to look more presentable.

"You look great, by the way." Mingi complimented.

"Really? Thank you." Now that brought a smile to your face. It was too hot to wear your leather jacket now since you were having nervous sweats. Tonight, you were going to meet Mingi's mother.

"I got some stuff for your mom, I'm not sure what she likes so..." You said. Mingi's eyes widened at all the gifts on the table.

"Flowers, ginseng, skin care, tea. Baby, this is too much!" Mingi burst out laughing.

"Stop laughing at me! I panic bought them." You whined, slapping his arm. It was cute how you were going above and beyond to impress his mother.

"What time is it now? Are we late?" You asked.

"Not at all. If we go now, we'll be VERY early." Mingi chuckled. You nodded, going to the vanity table in your bedroom to make sure your light make up was still good, that it hadn't melted off from the sweating of you moving around to get ready. Mingi wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

"Is this our first couple look?" He gestured to the maroon hoodie he was wearing. You snorted as Mingi took his phone out to take a mirror selfie with you.

"We make a cute couple." Mingi grinned.

"Sure..." You laughed. Mingi cupped your cheeks to give you a kiss. When he pulled away, his lips sparkled.

"You got lip gloss on you now." Reaching up, you wiped his bottom lip with your thumb. To show that he didn't care, Mingi dipped you down with the intention to give you another kiss.

"Hold your horses. No more kisses, you're really going to ruin my make up." You put your hands on his chest to hold him away.

"What~?" He whined.

"Don't pout." You chided, walking out of his embrace to go choose a pair of shoes to wear. In the end, you wore a pair of Air Force that was customised by some artist. The spray painted colours were your little pop of colour.

"We shouldn't go too early, I don't want your mum to feel like we're rushing her to get food ready." You thought out loud, looking at the time on your phone.

"Or maybe we can go early and help her with the cooking." You spoke to yourself.

"Baby, first of all, breathe. Secondly, we can go now and just sit for a bit. My omma won't mind." Mingi stroked your hair.

"Okay, let's go now." You said.

Mingi helped you carry the things, mainly because he thought you looked pretty holding the bouquet of flowers, even if it wasn't for you. With masks on, you entered the cab that Mingi called.

"Omma, we're on the way." Mingi said to his mother on the phone. You looked at him expectantly, wanting to know her reaction to you two coming over earlier. Mingi smiled, his free hand grasping yours. He let out a few acknowledgement hums to his mother before hanging up.

"Well?"

"Well what? She just said okay." Mingi spoke through his laughter. You knew Mingi was just having an absolute field day with you being so nervous.

"I'm glad you take joy in my breakdown." You crossed your arms. Mingi smoothed his hand over your thigh.

"You'll be fine, baby. My omma is cool." He wrapped an arm around you to reel you in.

You stayed like that until the cab dropped you off at Mingi's mother's new home. He held your hand as you entered the lift together. You ran through your greetings in your head, making you quiet.

"What's going on in there? You're suddenly awfully quiet." Mingi lightly tapped your head.

You cast him a look, removing your mask and tucking it into your jacket pocket. You wordlessly removed his mask as well, keeping it in your bag for him to use again later. When the lift stopped, you let Mingi walk in front to greet his mother first.

"Omma! We're here!" He called out as he opened the door. You let go of his hand, taking a step back to give the mother and son some space. There was the shuffling of footsteps.

"Oh, my dear son!" Mingi's mother exclaimed as she hugged her son tightly. Mingi laughed, wrapping his long arms around her.

"Where is she?" You heard her ask him.

"Right. Baby, come here." Mingi turned to you and held your hand, tugging you into the house. Mingi's mother's eyes fell on you and she had a soft smile on her face.

"Nice to meet you, omonim. My name is (y/n)." You bowed deeply, greeting her.

"Aigoo, you're such a pretty thing. Come, come!" She held your hands, pulling you in and leaving Mingi at the doorway.

Mingi continued to stand there, frozen in shock. You just revealed your real name. The first time he was hearing your real name was you introducing yourself to his mother for the first time. It never occurred that he didn't know your name prior to this because it never bothered him, and he wasn't going to force you either.

"Mingi ah! Why are you still standing there?" His mother called him.

"C-Coming!" Mingi hid the way his heart was racing and swallowed the lump in his throat as he grabbed the paper bags and went to where you and his mother stood.

"What's all this, dear son?"

"(y/n) bought some gifts for you." Mingi said. Even the way your name rolled off his tongue felt weird to him.

"Yes, these are for you." You handed her the bouquet of flowers you've been carefully cradling in your arms. She received them and glimpsed through the bags that Mingi was carrying.

"Omo, this is more than 'some'! You shouldn't have, (y/n) ah..." She waved her hands.

"You're lucky she didn't buy the whole store." Mingi snorted.

"Mings!" You slapped his arm for exposing you, cheeks warming in embarrassment. You bent down to help her take the things out from the bags for her to properly look at them. Mingi watched in adoration as you went through the gifts.

"I know this moisturiser is very good. I just finished my container." Mingi's mother said.

"I heard from Mings that your knee hurts from standing at the restaurant. The sales lady told me this balm is good for massaging into sore joints." You explained.

"Is that so? I'll definitely try it out. This is all very thoughtful of you, (y/n) ah. Thank you." She stroked your cheek.

"You're welcome. I'm glad you like them." You grinned, mentally relieved.

"Let me go finish dinner and we'll be able to eat soon. Son, put the gifts in my room." Mrs Song instructed before disappearing into the kitchen with you.

"Can I help with anything, omonim?" You offered.

"There's no need, dear. Just go sit, make yourself at home. Mingi ah! When you're done, get your girlfriend something to drink. Be a good host!" She yelled. You giggled, blushing at how she just directly refers to you as Mingi's girlfriend. Mingi came to the kitchen after putting the gifts away.

"Try one of these collagen pouches. They're really good and have probiotics in it." She cut in front of Mingi at the fridge to give you one of the jelly pouches.

"Thank you." You bowed your head.

Even though she didn't let you do any cooking, you still lingered in the kitchen to chat with her and get to know her better.

"Ah, Mingi told me that you're taking care of your little sister on your own, it must not be easy having to work and care for a child when you're so young." She said as she chopped vegetables.

"It wasn't at first but seeing her grow up makes it all worth it. Her name is Haneul." You showed her a picture.

"Aigoo! She's so cute." Mrs Song fangirled over Haneul.

"Do you cook?"

"Yes, I learnt to cook for Haneul. I didn't want her eating too much outside food. Plus, it was cheaper to cook rather than to eat outside or get take out. Now I cook for her and Mingi. Both have similar tastes, both don't like vegetables." You explained with a laugh.

"That's very sensible of you. But that son of mine, he always doesn't like vegetables. Since he was young, I had to hide vegetables in his food." Mrs Song complained.

"I'm right here, you know?" Mingi reminded.

"When we first started going out, I asked him why he doesn't want to cook more with you owning the restaurant." You said.

"Right? Wasted a good opportunity to learn." Mrs Song clicked her tongue and shook her head.

"But Mingi is very good at taking care of me in other ways. He always makes sure I'm eating and sleeping enough since I tend to work late nights." You turned to Mingi, smiling at him softly.

"That's good, that's good. It's always good for a couple to take care of each other. Especially when you eventually get married and have children." Mrs Song nodded in approval.

"Omma! W-What are you talking about?! We only just got together, why are you mentioning marriage and kids?" Mingi exclaimed in shock. You saw Mingi clear his throat, ears going red in embarrassment. You giggled at how flustered he became, refusing to meet your eyes.

"What's wrong? It's normal to talk about marriage and children." Mrs Song scolded.

"Anyway, (y/n) ah, I made somer tonic for you to take home later. It'll give you more energy since you always miss your sleep and you're always working so hard." Mrs Song informed.

"Thank you so much, omonim." You bowed gratefully.

You stepped aside to answer a call from Eden. It also gave Mingi and his mother some privacy since they haven't really spoken with her busy getting to know you.

"You must be tired, omma." You watched as Mingi massaged his mother's shoulders.

"I'm not. I like (y/n), she seems like a nice girl." Mrs Song said.

"I'm glad you like her, your opinion matters to me a lot. Both of you mean the world to me. She takes great care of me. She doesn't want to tell the others yet, she wanted you to be the first to know." Mingi leaned against the counter beside his mother.

"She's a sweet girl, she knows how to think ahead. Her parents raised her well." She complimented. You felt a slight ache in your chest at the mention of your parents.

"Her parents didn't raise her, remember? She's like that because she had to fend for herself and take care of herself." Mingi explained.

"I would have taken her to be my daughter any day. Having a daughter is, they're so gentle and you can dress them up all pretty." Mrs Song laughed.

"Gee, thanks omma." Mingi grumbled.

"Tsk, don't keep pouting, you don't look handsome. And you should know that you and your brother were a handful to care for."

"But you still did it despite dad always being overseas." Mingi shrugged.

Along with the ache in your chest, you felt something else. Was it jealousy? You were envious of the close bond Mingi had with his mother, the conversations and laughter that they shared. You wondered if things were different, could you ever have that relationship with your parents?

"Baby? Everything okay?" You hadn't noticed Mingi coming out to check on you, nearly bumping into you. He didn't know that you were standing there, listening to him and his mother.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You lied.

"You sure? Why did Eden call?" Mingi tilted his head, sensing you were lying with how stiff you were.

"Yeah. He just called about some work stuff regarding the upcoming recording sessions, that's all." You shrugged. Mingi nodded slowly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"Don't worry too much about it, hmm?" He kissed the top of your head, thinking you were just stressed by the upcoming schedules.

"I won't." You assured with a smile, patting his stomach. Suddenly, there was a click. You and Mingi looked up to see his mother holding her phone up in front of her face, having secretly taken a picture of you and Mingi.

"Omma!" Mingi roared, trying to take the phone from her. You smiled as you watched them play around.

"Yah! Don't behave like a child with (y/n) around." She turned it into a lecture just to have the upper hand. She tucked her phone into her pocket and went back to the kitchen.

"Mingi ah, take (y/n) to sit down in the living room." She commanded. Mingi held your hand and led you to the sofa, sitting down with him facing you.

"I told you, there was nothing for you to worry about. See? She likes you even more than me." He stroked your head.

"Yes, there was nothing to worry about. She's lovely." You smiled.

"Now, that aside. And we're alone, tell me what's wrong? I know the upcoming album recording isn't what's bothering you." Mingi held both your hands in his. You opened your mouth but he cut you off.

"And don't lie to me. I know when you're lying." Mingi insisted.

"Seeing you and your mom, I just wondered if there was ever any point where my parents and I could have been like that if things were different. Would I have been able to bring you home to meet them? Have a meal together? I wouldn't say it's jealousy, more envy." You shrugged. Mingi cupped your cheek.

"Oh, baby." He rubbed the back of your hand with his thumbs. You always maintained a stoic front when talking about your parents but Mingi knew you still hoped for a relationship with them.

"Please don't pity me, Mings. It's just something I have to live with. I was the one who decided to get up and leave." You said.

"Don't say that, it's like you're calling yourself a coward. Which you are not." Mingi argued.

You didn't say anything but pursed your lips, an indication that you did think of yourself as such. Mingi pulled you closer to him so you fell against his chest.

"Mings! Your mum could see us and get the wrong idea." You hit his chest.

"I don't care. My pabo girlfriend needs me to comfort her now, that's more important to me." He said. You melted immediately, arms moving the wrap around Mingi's lean torso. He rubbed your back lovingly, kissing your head.

The both of you were in your own bubble that you didn't notice Mingi's mother looking at you the entire time. She smiled softly and went back to the kitchen.

"You've really grown up, Mingi ah." She said softly as she continued her cooking.

"Dinner is done." You and Mingi went to help bring the food out. Mrs Song prepared a feast despite it only being the 3 of you.

"Wow, everything looks so good. Thank you, omonim." You said, nearly salivating at the food.

"It's no problem at all, (y/n) ah. Eat up." She encoraged. Mingi placed your bowl of rice in front of you before taking his seat next to you while Mrs Song sat opposite the two of you.

"Thank you for the food!" You and Mingi chimed and dug in. The food was seriously delicious, unlike anything you've had before. It was next level cooking. While it didn't taste like a Michelin star meal, it was something different. You weren't exaggerating when you said you could taste the homely love in it.

"How is it?" Mrs Song asked expectantly.

"It's good... All of it... It's all really good... I love it." You looked at her with glassy eyes.

"Aigoo, I'm so happy to hear that. Eat as much as you want, my dear." She softened, cooing at you. She grabbed a piece of the stewed fish and placed it onto your bowl.

"Yah, Mingi, how old are you? Sneaking the vegetables onto her bowl. What am I going to do with you?" She scolded Mingi.

"She likes vegetables!" Mingi defended.

After the meal, the three of you shared some fruit that Mingi's mother cut up. She also brewed some tea for all of you to have. It was a nice way to end the meal and the evening. Then it came the typical moments when meeting your partner's family.

"He always cried a lot. I had to pick him up because he cried himself sick." She pointed at a photo of Mingi's face all red from crying with a fever patch on his forehead.

"Aww, look at you." You shook Mingi's sleeve as you swooned over him. Mingi rolled his eyes.

"I think that's enough, omma..." He grumbled.

"But he always loved to dance. You can play any music, he'll start bouncing and wanting to dance. He gets it from his father." She chuckled, ignoring Mingi entirely.

"Even at such a young age, he looked so tall." You pointed to the kindergarten photo.

"Right? He was always the tallest in all of his classes with his long legs and long arms." Mrs Song smiled.

"Your smile in this photo is exactly the same. You haven't changed that much." You looked at Mingi. Mingi smiled sarcastically at you, not appreciating how you were teaming up with his mother. He facepalmed as the two of you continued through Mingi's childhood album. He wanted this to end.

"Okay, this has been fun but we have to work tomorrow. We should go." Mingi wrapped it up. You checked the time and nodded in agreement. You didn't want to overstay too.

"Before you go, could you help me put away the dishes, Mingi ah? I can't reach the top cupboard." Mrs Song requested.

"Of course." Mingi obediently went.

"Thank you for having me over, omonim. It was really great meeting you." You smiled to her.

"Now that I've chased that boy away, I can tell you what I have been wanting to tell you the whole evening." She said. You gulped at her words but nodded.

"I may be Mingi's mother but from today onwards, you're family too, alright? You can come any time, you can call me any time you need a mother's food, love, comfort, anything. I will gladly be your mother too." She stroked your head.

"Omonim..." That was it, the water works came. You wiped your tears and she hugged you tightly.

"Thank you for taking care of my son. He's been through a lot and he's stubborn, always keeping things in his heart. But after today, I'm so grateful he has you with him to give him all the love."

"He's always there for me too, giving me all the love and teaching me to trust the world a little bit more." You smiled through the tears.

"I may not know them personally but I think it's the lost of your parents for not seeing what a great young women their daughter has become." She chuckled.

"Omma! I leave for a few minutes and you make my girlfriend cry?!" Mingi came out, shocked to see you crying and hugging his mother.

"What did you tell her?" Mingi asked as he received you from his mother, tucking you securely under his arm. He held your chin and tilted your head up for him to see. With his sleeves, he gently wiped your cheeks. You still maintained a small smile, assuring Mingi that nothing bad happened.

"It's a secret." She said, not giving anything away.

After Mingi's mother put together the items she wanted you to bring home, you waited at the door, giving Mingi and his mother some privacy to say goodbye to each other.

"Treasure her, Mingi ah. She's a keeper." Mingi's mother said softly, patting Mingi's arm with a smile.

~

Series Masterlist

[ldrfanatic]

Hiii! How are you?

Milk with slytherin boys please?

I apologize in advance this is my first time making a request so i hope its ok :)

Physically: i'm short 5'0, i have fair skin, rosy cheeks, i'm a little chubby, i have an hourglass body shape, a little tummy, thicc thighs, i have a small button nose, a heartshaped face, foggy green eyes, hooded lids, i have meduim size lips? If that makes sense. I have dyed copper hair, bangs, a long wolfcut type of haircut, my hair go down to the middle of my back. About me: i'm French,i can speak english, sign language and learning italian. i'm funny. I'm autistic, and i have general anxiety disorder, i have verbal tics, i often do 'pop' sounds with my mouth or reapete things out loud sometimes on a loop, (TW: I grew up in an abusing setting and i have scars, bad ones, especially on my back.) I'm insecure. My love language is giving the bigger half when i'm sharing, or giving anything really. The Way i liked to be loved is through words of affirmation and physical touch. I'm very forging, I like to make my own opinion on people, i'm the mom friends. I have a short temper when i'm stressed, i am very blunt, i'm not scared to speak my mind, of i like people i compare them to bugs or animals as they are my special intrests. If i had to describe my style it would be fairy grunge? Like long skirts, knitted sweaters (the soft kind not witchy cause few sensory issues), converses or sandales, golf jewlery i can also be dressed in full black, form fitting maxi dress with new rock or naked wolfe type of shoes. I love music, anything. And i mean it. Pop, alt, rock, metal, screamo, indie, country, rap. But mostly 2000s 2010s music for the nostalgia. My favorite s'ingère is Billie Eilish. I love doing crafts, i do crochet, i love reading books (dark romance/fantaisie/fiction) i'm a 'nerd', i love happy Potter, lord of the rings, the Hobbit, i love vampires, i love video games, such as animal crossing, SIMS unpacking, and cozy games but as the last of us, the walking dead, until dawn, the quart etc. I have a black cat. I'm a picky eater, potatos are my safe food though, i'm more of a sweet person than savory, brownies are my favorite desserts, I smell like vanilla. Roses and hydrangeas are my favorite flowers. I love trinkets, i collect pretty much any pretty thing i find, twigs, Shells, rocks, little lost things like beeds, crystals, sometimes little toys. I love plushies, i have a teddy bear and a white tiger. I'm a night owl. I love looking at the moon (i have a moon phase tattoo between my boobs. And sun tattoos around my nipples ) i also love taking pictures especially polaroid of people and animals :)

I hope that was enough, thank you for taking time out of your day to read, and thank you for writting.

Again, CONGRATS ON THE 1,000💕💃🏻

Much love ♡

Thank You Soooo Much @alygatorcow !!

1000 follower celebration my bookcase

This one took some thinking but I’m gonna pair you with our sweet Theodore Nott. I know what you might be thinking but hear me out.

Theo is a little tall but he lovesss having short girlfriends. (even if you were 5’7 tho he’d still adore you). Theo likes that you’re all cute and little and he can just hug you and you fit so easily in his arms. (I have a tall bf yall and he tells me all the time how cute and “widdle” I am).

He also adores your figure and won’t accept anything else for an answer. His mother always taught him that the most important thing in a woman is a good heart. really though, he just loves thick thighs and likes having something to hold onto.

Theo thinks that it’s really hot that you can speak French. He helps you learn italian and you try and help teach him french but he struggles enough sometimes with english so that endeavor was quickly put on hold.

At first, the noises you make are very foreign to Theodore, but once he understands them and you, he comes to appreciate them as just a part of who you are and he loves you for it.

Growing up with his father, who used to hit him and his mother, Theo also has scars. He doesn’t like to talk about them but he will with you if you want him to. More than anything, Theo tries to comfort you. He knows what it’s like to have that sort of background and when people get angry, he knows that it comes from a place of care but also he realizes that he always finds it more helpful when people are just there for him rather than when they get angry. So that’s what he does for you.

Finally, Theo loves your tattoos and your style. He really has a thing for your long skirts he thinks they make you look very fairy like and ethereal. He’s not a night owl I wouldn’t say, but it’s very cute when he tries to stay up as late as possible with you. His eyes will get all droopy and his accent will get a little thicker. He will however, do really sweet romantic gestures for you that are very personal like creating or buying you a display case that you can put all the stuff you collect and he will listen to you talk about all of it for hours on end.

theo’s nicknames for you include:

- love bug

- piccola fata (little fairy)

- sunflower (given to you after a particularly cute little date to a sunflower field)

tysm for this request!!! tysm for being a follower and let me know if I got anything wrong. I tried to include as much information as possible without making it like a book for you to read 😅💚

[kassies-take]

If You Created A New Order

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Sam: *runs to Emily, hugs and kisses her*

Emily: you’re hurt

Sam: *pink scars all over his body, some bites still open* there’s a new alpha

Emily: *worried* Jacob?

You: wrong Black *courtesies* there will be a council meeting later tonight. The pack will join us there

Emily: *hugs you and goes to the kitchen to prep food*

You and Sam: *eats*

Sam: thank you for saving my life

You: *teases* well I couldn’t let the pack be Jacob’s army now could I

Sam: *pushes your shoulders*

You:*smiles* before tonight, I don’t want you to be caught off guard. I want to you to be my Beta.

Sam: *smiles* I would be honored.

You: *nods* okay I’m off *stands* thanks for the food Emily! *leaves*

Rosalie: *perks up, puts your copy of “The Revenge of the Rochester Bride”down and looks at the balcony*

Alice: *sing songy* a wolf is here

Emmett: or rather someone’s wolf is here

Rosalie: *glares and gets up*

Quinn: don’t be like that Rosie

Rosalie: *throws the book at Quinn*

Carlisle: *opens the door for you*

You: Carlisle Hi. I may need you to look over my left side again

Carlisle: you shifted? *examines you*

Rosalie: *frowns* Sam made you shift?!

You: *sees Rosalie and smiles* Jacob… challenged for Alpha. It requires the whole pack to shift in the “ceremony”

Carlisle: the bones aren’t broken. They should heal on its own, just don’t shift until then please

You: *holds Rosalie’s hand and kisses it* There is a council meeting once the sun has set to discuss new… rules. as the leader of your coven you’re expected to be there.

The Cullens: *stiffen* of course

You: *nods* if you don’t mind can I steal Rosalie away

Rosalie: *beams*

Emmett: *sings* Rosalie and (Y/n) sitting in a tree!

Quinn: *sings* K I S S I N G!

Jasper: *proper* First comes love

Rosalie: *drags you out of the house*

Alice: Can I plan your wedding!

Rosalie: NO

You: *laughs*

You and Rosalie: *sits at the two-tier waterfall*

You: they’re cute

Rosalie: *groans* they’re annoying

You: the pack is the same

Rosalie: what’s going to happen now that Jacob is Alpha

You: nothing because he isn’t Alpha *sheepish smile* You’re looking at the new Alpha

Rosalie: *concern* you fought while you were injured?!

You: Carlisle said I was fine! *pulls her into a back hug and butterfly kisses her cheek*

Rosalie: stop I’m mad at you

You: *stops* tell me what I can do to stop you being mad

Rosalie: if Jacob challenged how did you become Alpha

You: Jacob already won, Sam surrendered and instead of acknowledging the change in leadership Jacob continued attacking almost killing Sam. I fought back to stop him…

Rosalie: *spins around in your lap* so what are your new rules?

You: *moves her hair behind her ear* the only one important to you is: if you want you can come onto our land. You are part of the pack now and though the pack loves you, the same can’t be said for your brothers and sisters

Rosalie: *raises eyebrows* they love me?

You: hard not to when their Alpha loves you

Rosalie: you love me?

You: *holds her hand to your heart* I do love you *smiles*

Rosalie: *sparkles from the sun seeping through clouds*

You: god you’re beautiful. *mesmerized* can I kiss you?

Rosalie: I love you too *leans in to kiss you*

~~~~~

You and Rosalie: *holds hands and reaches the campfire*

You: it might take the pack some getting use to, but as an imprint you get to listen in on our meetings

Rosalie: I won’t tell the others

You: I’m not worried about that

Jacob: *snarls and blocks your way* what is she doing here. I’ll rip you apart for stepping foot on our lands.

You: *orders* SIT. DOWN

Jacob: *falters and sits down*

Rosalie: *bites her lip*

Paul: *sings* you wanna kiss the girl

Jared: yes, you want her

Embry: *joins* Look at her, you know you do

Quil: *joins* possible she want you too

You: okay enough.

Seth: *sings* There is one way to ask her

The Pack: *cackles*

Leah: go on and kiss the girl *puckers her lips*

You: not you too!

Rosalie: *whispers* it didn’t take long

You: no it didn’t *kisses Rosalie*

The Pack: *wooing, giggling, barking*

Old Quil: *grumbles* can we start this meeting now

You: we’re actually waiting for one more person

Carlisle: *arrives* thank you for inviting me

Billy, Old Quil and Jacob: *grumbles*

Sam: thank you for coming

You: I won’t keep you long Carlisle. Decades ago your family made a treaty with the pack. For the sake of the pack I would like to make two exceptions. Rosalie is allowed to come and go as she pleases.

Carlisle: *nods* and the other

You: I will allow Bella to be changed

Jacob: *growls* you can’t do that

Old Quil: this breaks law

You: and that is why we change them.

You: *ignores him* Bella’s involvement with our world has indirectly put my people and the people of Forks in danger, if by changing her can limit that I will allow it. *turns to the pack* All in favor raise your hands

The Pack: *shocked they get a say*

Sam: *hand shoots up*

The Pack and Sue: *raises hand*

Old Quil, Billy and Jacob: *keeps their hand down*

You: then it’s decided *holds out hand for Carlisle to shake*

Carlisle: *shakes your hand* my family and I thank you for your gratitude. we will not abuse this decision *smiles at Rosalie and leaves*

You: that settles that. Next order of business. Beta. I have chosen Sam. He has been Alpha before and his experience would help as second in command. That decision is final.

Billy: the Black line should retain leadership

Sue: a member of the Black line is Alpha, Billy

The Pack: *murmurs*

Leah: *leans towards you* as your best friend I would think you’d would choose me as your Beta

You: you are my best friend and so much of your life has changed because of this. I know you want a life outside of the pack, the first chance you get to stop shifting I want you to take that. I don’t want to hold you back from that.

Leah: *smiles and nods*

Rosalie: *squeeze your hand*

Sue: (Y/n) anything else.

You: yes. The one thing I was heavily against when I first joined was not being able to talk to those I usually talked to. And while the Council recommends that the Pack cuts ties I don’t believe that is necessary.

Old Quil and Billy: *protests*

You: our lives shouldn’t be dropped for JUST the pack. As long as the pack is not mentioned or their duty

Jacob: and what if they slip

You: then there will be consequences

Billy: and something happens? What if someone sees something they shouldn’t

You: then it can be addressed when it happens.

Sam: *nods* the pack members have been better about controlling the shift and I believe they have enough control to handle high stress situations they may find themselves in

You: *turns to the council* I know recent events have not been the best but the tribe’s protection has always been in my best interest. If a situation occurs where I am not equipped. I will ask the council and the pack on their to help make a decision.

Billy: *nods*

Billy, Old Quil and Jacob: *leave*

Rosalie: *smirks* Alpha is a good look on you

Sam: I have to agree *pats you on the back*

Paul: *pack call chirps and smacks your back*

You and Rosalie: Hey!

The Pack: *tries to do the same*

You: no! *runs away* still injured!

Leah: not injured enough to run

The Pack: *chases after you*

Emily: *walks up to Rosalie* you get use to it

[legofanguy]

Zelink: The full moon fever

This story is a entry for @zelinktines24 event Zelinktines day 6 Moon. I made a Werewolf Link the main star because today is National Werewolf Day.

Link feel nervous for his date with his girlfriend Zelda tonight as it is a full moon tonight and Link have a dark secret as he is a werewolf and Zelda suggest they have this date on this night. Link check the weather on his phone which shows that it is cloudy tonight, which means Link got a moment for this date. Link take a deep breathe and get his stuff before he head out.

As he pick her up from her home, Zelda tell Link, "My dad said I have to be back before ten." and Link think to himself as they get on his car, 'I hope the clouds are still covering the moon by then.' as he drive them to the movie theater.

At the movies, the pair watch a funny movie which made both of them laugh. Once the movie was over, the pair left the movie theater and Zelda look up at the night sky to noticed something, "Oh, the moon is showing tonight!" and shocked Link look up for a moment to see the clouds part ways to reveal the full moon and he quickly make a run for it as he feels his transformation starting, trying to get away from Zelda as he could. First, Link run on his two legs and then he start running on all fours as he become a humanoid wolf.

The transformed Link arrived at a empty playground, looking for food, until it smell something and hear something flying toward his way, which made the feral Link ready to fight back. The flying creature is a big humanoid whose land on the fence of the playground, causing it to be weighted down, and Link jump to attack it, which its strike by swung its tail at Link, setting him back flying to a slide. The creature was shocked over what it just did and put its claw on Link's head, saying to him as its claws glow, "I know I'm not post to do this, but I need to heal you."

Link start to open his eyes, which has his blue eyes despite he is still in his werewolf form, and he groans, "Ouch, what the heck..." and he saw a white and teal humanoid dragon with a blond mane kneeing before him, which cry out, "Holy f-" but stop as he realized that he is in his werewolf form, but in control, and he look at his claws as he ask himself, "How... How am I'm in control?" and the dragon reply in a female voice, "Well, I awake your Hylian mind from your wolf mind while I was healing you. It's a ability that weredragons like me posses but I promise to my parents to not use it as well to get home before 10 as that is when the clouds part to reveal the full moon. Of course, I went to the movies with my boyfriend whose kinda run off all of a sudden as I lost track of time and I was looking for him since he didn't know that I was changing when the moon light.." and a stunned Link said upon hearing that and realized the blue hooded the dragon is wearing, "Zelda?" which the weredragon pause to ask, "H-How did you know my name?" The weredragon look in his blue eyes and recognize them, "Link?!?" as the two are stunned at the reveal of each other secret.

Sitting down in the playground as Zelda still treat the wounds at Link's cheeks, the weredragon said to break the silence, "So... I'm guesing you run off so I don't see you transform." and Link reply, "Yeah. I was a big idiot thinking that it was going to be cloudy all night. I wanted to make this date perfect for you." Zelda reply to her boyfriend, "You don't have to be sorry. I did talk you into having our date on this night because I thought things would work out. I guess we didn't expect this night to go this way. Still our date was night." and Link look up as Zelda said, "You got to admit the movie was good." and the pair sit together, with Zelda putting her head on Link's shoulder, as they look up at the full moon that once give them fear.

[halfbakedspuds]

Thanks to @honeybewrites for the tag!

Five lines tag

Rules: Find five lines based on the prompts you are given, then change ONE of the prompts at the end.

TW: non-detailed mutilation and violent amputation

A line about food: (from Children of the Stars. Sidenote: 'Skétrat' is a Callistoan word that translates to something like 'fuck off' or 'fuck you')

"Gods, human!" Lyanni laughed as Adrian wolfed down his meal, "Slow down, it's not gonna run away from you,"

He shot her a look, pulling away from the stack of meat and bread, "First of all: skétrat,"

"Rude,"

"Second of all, do you have any idea what a nutrient stick tastes like? Any conception whatsoever?" He took another bite. Without fully stopping to chew- which was already quite out of character for him, Lyanni noted- continued, "Fermented Sawdust. It tastes like fermented sawdust with so much sickening artificial sweetener that I would've been worried for my health if we lived in the 21st century. Summary: disgusting. And it's all I've lived on for seven years so excuse me if this burger tastes just divine,"

She huffed once, her people's sign of amusement, then dug into her own 'burger' as the humans called it.

It wasn't bad. A bit overcooked. But not bad.

A sad line: (from Children of the Stars)

"How bad is it?" Lyanni asked through panting breaths. She had to fight the urge to look at her arm. She knew it had been slammed by the door, likely crushed, but until she actually saw it, adrenaline would help to mitigate the pain.

"Bad," Adrian said in the type of monotone that his panic, his eyes flashing blue as he checked the impact timer, "Really bad,"

She saw him move in behind her, pushing his cybernetics to their limits as he tried to force the doors open, and achieving only fruitless exertion.

"How long til that orbital strike hits?" She ventured.

"One minute thirty. We have time to figure this out,"

Undertone of panic still, she thought, he's lying.

The adrenaline was starting to wear off, gods that hurt.

"Adrian,"

He continued trying to pry the door open, ignoring her.

"Adrian!"

No reply.

She reached over with her free hand to yank him towards her, cupping his cheek, "Run. Leave me here. There's... there's nothing you can do," she bit back swelling emotion and gnawing fear of her fate, then remembered something he had once told her, "This isn't your fault. Now go!"

He looked at her for a moment longer in silence, then reached up to her hand, simply closing his eyes.

This was goodbye.

Lyanni Sverik, killed by a door. What a gravestone that would make? The kind she might've found funny as a child, she realised.

She almost felt bad that she wouldn't get to see it.

She heard him take a deep breath, leaning his forehead against hers, stilling his thoughts and emotions the way she'd watched him do a hundred times before.

Click

She opened her eyes, looking down at the sudden cold steel pressed against her broken and trapped arm.

A gun. A revolver with gold-inlaid patterns in a pearl grip and a name welded onto each slot on the cylinder, held by a skeletal bioplastic hand.

Her gaze snapped to Adrian's face.

"You'll forgive me for this, I swear,"

Then he pulled the trigger, and the world was washed away by the ringing in her ears and a sudden numbness where her left arm was.

He tucked an arm around her upper body and behind her knees, holding her close to him, and sparing only a moment's pained glance down at her before breaking out into a run as fast as his legs could take him.

My arm... Lyanni's shocked mind slowly put together.

Oh gods, my arm!

A line about a book/reading: (From Echoes of Shadows)

Case files. They were wonderful things to fill out in Johan's opinion, second only to taking a bath in glass shards laced with Geneshan spices. Still, a necessity in their line of work, especially for cross referencing occult or demon activities with older ones.

He put pencil to paper and began to write the first draft of the report:

'Entity/suspect (under investigation) seems to prefer rural settlements around Zuidpunkt for it's victims. Killings are ritualistic in nature and leave no human remains, however analysis conducted by Dr. M. Eitkien Aaitken Aitkin[?] (Figure out how to spell this later) suggests that all blood found at each scene was indeed human, mixed from various sources. On-scene invest----'

"Privyet, Johan,"

"Gracious spirits!" He practically threw the pencil in his fright, looking up to see his flatmate standing in the hallway.

"I apologise. Is bad time?" Anastasia asked, her signature heavy drawl of an accent almost fully obscuring her Vosch speech.

Johan waved away her apology, flicking his hand to launch the fallen pencil off the floor and onto his desk, "No need, you just startled me is all," he cleared his throat, "Everything alright?"

"Yes, yes, no problem... problems," She responded, although given how she usually spoke he wasn't sure if that was her correcting her own grammar or saying that there were, in fact, multiple problems.

She walked over to him, placing a book down on his desk, a Vosch title with an elegant, vine-like typography adorned the red faux-leather cover.

"I think to improve my speak... speech... and best way of do is read Vosch, no? Books are good, fun practice?" She asked him.

He shrugged, "I mean, when they taught us Rostovan in school that's one of the ways they built vocabulary. I don't remember jack-shit from those classes, but that might just be because I never liked them. No offense,"

"I take none. There enough struggle with your language, I..." she paused, snapping her fingers, "What is word?"

"Sympathize?" Johan offered

"Zim-pah-ti-sihr" she tried sounding it out.

"Zimpatiseer," Johan repeated for her

She waved him away, "No matter," although she still silently sounded the word out three more times as she pointed to the book, then, "Do think is good for my purpose?"

"De verzinken va' Uysterkroën" he read out the title in Vosch, "You got that?"

Johan took another look at it, actually reading the cover. A frown slowly crept across his face as he leant back a bit, as if trying to get a better angle.

He really needed to get Maire to check his eyes, they used to be better.

" 'The sinking of Iron Crown', yes, but I think Uysterkroën is name, no?"

"Of a city, yes. Mythical one that allegedly sank somewhere off the coast of Pannessos" He flipped the book over to read the blurb, " 'Volgt de grijpende verhalen uyt de lasten jaër va' de mitologiëninspireerend verzinkte stad va' Uysterkroën. Volgt de driete: Soldat, Hex ent Koningin en hullijne betrokken by det legendare verhaal' ," He paused," You got all that?"

"Most" she said, with a look that told him that 'most' was in fact how much she did not understand.

Still, she seemed like she really wanted to read it, and if she got a bit better at the language she was learning in the process: no harm, no foul, he was there if she needed help. He simply smiled, handing the book back to her, "Then you should be good to go. It seems like the kind of story you'll enjoy too," he didn't miss the light in her eyes at that last part. The Rostovan did love her books, "Oh, and Anna?"

"Da?"

"When you're done with it, let me know if it's worthwhile,"

A line about the weather: (From the Tempest Prince book 4)

Clouds swirled high above, lightning flashing in the maelstrom with growing intensity and power, a sharp interplay of light and shadows all that was visible from the ground level.

A heartbeat rang out from its centre, rhythmic and rousing, the rhythm of the worldsong itself tearing through the thinning veil as powers which were never meant for this world found themselves swept up in the current.

And within it's eye, within the grand meeting hall of the Allyrian high council, the brothers clashed drakespine against witch's steel, fire against enchanted cloth, Hallowsteel against runed flesh.

A duel unwanted, but needed. A balancing of prophecy and destiny, the righting of nature.

Lightning crashed, and thunder roared, and if there were any witnesses to this battle they would've known this as the day that the demigods wept.

A fun line: (Translated from an old Afrikaans Scifi series I wrote but never posted anywhere. If it feels a bit off, that's why)

"Hey, you must careful not to get lost up there, hey Njax," Morné called, "Don't go left!"

"I'm the data tech, bruh, I know where the damn observatory is," Njabulo called back from the way he came. At least, he thought that was the way he came from. Oh god, had he actually gotten turned around in the vents? By all that's holy, he hoped not.

There was a dim light up ahead, coming up as a dozen bars of spectral grey from down below.

Bingo.

He turned himself around, sliding feet first onto the vent cover so that he could leverage what little weight he had to knock it open and drop down.

A little bit of muscle later, he felt it give under his weight, dropping down to the floor below, followed by him.

He started as the lights switched on and the airlock cycled, revealing Morné with his still steaming coffee cup.

"Mhm, you know where the observatory is, do you?"

"Hayibo," Njabulo stopped to look around him: a mop, some buckets, cleaning supplies.

Janitor's closet. Great.

"I went left, didn't I?"

"You went left,"

"God fucking damnit,"

The big engineer took another sip, and permitting himself an amused hurumph while looking up at the vents.

"In any event, the amount of crap that came down while you were up there makes me think that perhaps the vents aren't the best option. I'll go talk to Aadhvika, see if they can reroute the observatory keypad to our bracelets," He held out a hand to help Njabulo up, which he gratefully accepted, "You, my dear, are gonna get your ass to medical. Make sure you didn't breathe in some kind of super-carcinogen or whatever other nightmares this Hellworld may be hiding,"

Your lines:

A line about food

A sad line

A line about a book/reading

A line about uncertainty

A fun line

No pressure tag @illarian-rambling, @pb-dot and for whomever else wants it

[zorritoenllamas]

Birthday Gift [ Quincy x Olivine ]

Warnings: Top Quincy, Bottom Olivine, NSFW, Explicit content. Just Olivine getting his birthday gift from Quincy ;)

You've been warned ;)

"Olivine, your bottom looks as flashy as ever, but would you please go sit the hell down?"

The young auburn man spoke to the priest from behind, who was bent over moving some logs in the fireplace to keep the fire burning, offering his rear end to public view. At the unsubtle comment, his cheeks reddened, embarrassed. By now he should be used to the Grand Sorcerer's ways, but somehow, Eiden still managed to make him blush. He was so blunt...

"Eiden!" he reproached him fondly, as if to a child, followed by a chuckle. He didn't mind that kind of comment coming from someone as close to him. "I'm sorry, I... I'm not used to..."

"I know, everyone knows that, but the main idea of all this was precisely to be able to make a celebration for you", Eiden frowned a little and folded his arms. It was the eve of Olivine's birthday, and all the clan members had made an effort to gather that night to celebrate together. "You haven't stopped helping with everything, even though I explicitly asked you not to.... Come on, even Kuya and Quincy came! You don't even want to imagine what I had to do to get those two to attend", the chestnut felt a shiver run down his back. 

Quincy hadn't complained too much, promising him a comfortable place to sleep and dried meat for Topper had been enough to persuade him. Kuya, on the other hand...

"Oh? I could have sworn I just heard my name landing on your lips, young Master...", as if materializing out of nowhere, a thin man accompanied by a strong smell of incense appeared leaning against the wall where the fireplace was recessed. "Kuya! God, someday you're going to kill me with a heart attack", Eiden put a hand to his chest, he had indeed been startled. His reaction made the yokai smile with delight. 

"Young Master, anyone listening to you might think my presence is becoming a threat to you...", he paused for a moment to chuckle with satisfaction. "It is not to my liking to interrupt other people's conversations, even if they are about myself, but.... Certain characters are becoming incredibly irritating...", still slurring his words and with his usual bored tone, Kuya directed his gaze towards the center of the room.

The huge table was overflowing with food, a veritable feast. Aster had spared no expense. The cooks had put special care into Olivine's favorite dishes, following the list that Eiden had personally given them after asking all the priests of the church what food the Father usually preferred. It had been a nice surprise for the olive-haired young man.

At the end that was closest to the fireplace....

"Not yet, Father Olivine must be the first to taste everything", Yakumo was interposing himself between the table in front of Karu and Blade, arms outstretched. The wolf boy was visibly salivating, ready to jump on top of the desserts at any moment, while the e-droid had his arms full of jars with various types of spices and sweeteners, "but little Yakumo, the last book I read clearly said that to make your meals tastier, you have to give them explosive contrasts of flavors! Look! Little Rei was kind enough to give it to me so you could read it too!" he said, smiling charmingly as always, as he waved the blissful book in front of the young chef's face. Nearby, the alluded one watched the scene with interest, as he offered pieces of candy to the owl on his shoulder, who was also watching expectantly.

Meanwhile, at the other end...

"Idiot incubus! That's not how birthday cakes work!", Aster was reprimanding Morvay, accompanied by Edmond and Dante, who had apparently commandeered a small vial containing a bright, pink liquid of unknown provenance. "I just want to help! Everybody knows that a little bit of incubus essence is more than enough to light things up a bit, so the party will be more fun!", the young incubus was arguing as he tried to take the vial from the hands of Dante, who was holding it firmly over his head. Edmond only sighed, clutching the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb.

Eiden and Olivine understood at once the urgency of the situation. 

"Alright, let's not keep them waiting any longer", the priest immediately joined them, heading towards the head of the table. The place of honor. He was a little embarrassed to sit there in front of everyone, but Eiden had urged him to agree to have a little more of the limelight for once, for a change. The celebration was for him, after all.

Once he was seated, everyone took their places one by one. Looks of anticipation, others hungry and others bored, but all with a certain warmth that was impossible to hide in its entirety. He could even recognize a distinct gleam in the eyes of a certain bird who was also seated at the table next to his usual companion. They were all present...

Everyone?

"Does anyone know where the hell Quincy is?", the Grand Sorcerer looked all around the room unable to find the huge hermit or his furry companion. "I saw him leave in the direction of the kitchen? Perhaps he went to steal my food taking advantage of the fact that I was distracted?", Karu mumbled fully audibly, grunting in the process. "Of course not, Quincy wouldn't do that, he was probably just looking for a quieter place to sleep", Eiden shook his head. After all, he understood that the hubbub of the other members could be a nuisance to the blond who was used to the peaceful and undisturbed silence of his cabin in the woods. "Okay, get started, I'll go after him and be back in a few minutes", the chestnut added. "I'll go", Olivine interrupted him with his usual warm smile, grabbing his arm just in time to prevent him from getting up. "Oh? No need, you're the guest of honor. I'll just go and hurry back---", "Eiden", the priest spoke again, giving his arm an affectionate squeeze before releasing him. His tone was as gentle as ever, but at the same time, he spoke with enough authority that no one dared to contradict him. "I'll go. I'll be right back, please eat", he stood up leaving the boy somewhat confused. "Okay, we'll wait here", he finally replied. The other members started eating, all except Kuya, who just watched the scene while arching one of his eyebrows thoughtfully.

"It's only a few minutes to midnight! We'll wait for you, Olivine!", Eiden shouted at his back, and it was the last thing the priest heard before closing the door behind him.

The father made his way to the kitchen, quickly descending to the second floor. In the last stretch, where there was only a long, earthenware-floored tunnel, the echo of his footsteps thundered loudly against the bare walls. There were several doors on the sides, as the castle had many cellars for food, wine, and other things Olivine did not know about. Everything was lit by large hanging candle chandeliers, and a couple of lanterns in the corners of the passageways that led to the other storerooms.

He looked to the sides, searching. Not a soul was to be seen.

He headed for the last door at the end of the hallway, the kitchen door, when he suddenly felt a strong grip wrap around his waist and a hand on his lips. In less than a second, his feet were off the floor, and a tall, warm body crushed him against the cold stone wall, depositing him on the floor again. Air escaped his lungs as his back hit the wall.

Strong, calloused hands slipped through his clothes, taking advantage of the slit in his suit at the level of his abdomen, touching every inch of his exposed skin as much as they could, eliciting several gasps from him. When the volume of these began to rise, his lips were silenced with a hungry kiss, and much rougher than he expected. Olivine could immediately feel his member hardening, instantly dampening his underwear at the brutality with which he was being treated. He had been waiting for this moment for days.

"You were taking too long", a deep, rapping voice said between kisses to the young priest. The man in front of him brought his lips to his right ear, biting his lobe, wrenching a moan of pleasure from him. "Eiden said... You didn't want to come", Olivine rested his chin on the blond's shoulder, smiling. "And he's right. How much time do we have?", Quincy asked him in a whisper, causing Olivine's legs to tremble with excitement. "Long enough", the father answered him, entwining his fingers in his blond hair, tugging his head up to kiss him once more.

They kissed deeply, biting their lips from time to time. Strands of saliva soon slid down the corners of the priest's mouth, who wrapped his arms around the man, rubbing against him in desperation. He could feel his whole body boiling, clouding his good judgment and making him completely forget where they were, that someone could discover them at any moment, or that his moans could easily be heard.

Honestly, he didn't care too much.

"So impatient...", Quincy bent down a little, just enough to reach for Olivine's ass with his hands and squeeze his buttocks, gripping it firmly. "Ah... Quincy, please...", the priest looked up at him pleadingly, depositing kisses on his chin, following the line of his jaw, "please," he repeated again, as he licked along the skin of his neck. This time, it was the blond's turn to let out a hoarse moan. Who was he to refuse in the face of such a plea? "Come here", the man lifted him up easily, letting his legs wrap around his waist, and opened one of the hallway doors, stepping into the nearest cellar.

Inside the room were many barrels of different liquors, a wooden table in the center, and a few shelves with cookbooks. The smell of wine sweetened the atmosphere just enough, without being a nuisance.

Quincy closed the door, leaving the warehouse in almost total darkness except for the moonlight that was filtering through the only window in the place, located at the top of the wall.

Carefully, he set his companion down on the table, which creaked under the young man's weight. The halo coming through the window reached directly over the father's green eyes, making them resemble a pair of sparkling emeralds. The priest was so beautiful that it left Quincy speechless at his beauty, even though the man himself was not particularly talkative. Noticing the older man's scrutiny, Olivine smiled tenderly and contentedly. The blond's intense gaze could say and hide many things, but the immense respect and admiration with which he always watched him stole his breath every time. 

The older man moved closer to the young one, kissing his jaw, tracing a path of kisses down to the base of his neck, causing Olivine to sigh in pleasure. "Topper?", he asked, as he wrapped his arms around the blond's shoulders. "With the others", it was more of a grunt than a murmur. Quincy didn't like to talk more than necessary. The young one grinned again. He found the hermit's moodiness adorable.

The priest opened his jacket and shirt, exposing his chest and his trademark piercings. Quncy didn't need any extra prompting. As soon as he had access, he used his hands to willingly caress the young man's bulging pecs, fiddling with the chains that linked his nipples to the gem of his abdomen. "Ah... Yes, like that...", Olivine bit his lip as he watched his companion. His body was sensitive, but his reactions to this man in particular made him feel like he could melt at any moment. They continued like this for a few more minutes, amid moans and pleas escaping the lips of the younger man, who grew more desperate with each passing second.

"Ah... Quincy...?", the blond was sucking on one of Olivine's nipples, delighting in its soft touch, however he stopped when he heard the young man's tone. Something was bothering him, his tone gave it away.... Or it could be that Quincy already knew him too well to notice such subtleties. He paused his caresses, to concentrate on watching his expression, and waited. 

"You... What Eiden said...", the Father averted his eyes, staring at the floor. What Eiden had said? What had the little devil said? Quincy could no longer remember.... "About you not wanting to come...", the priest felt like a teenager, but he couldn't help but ask; He'd rather ask than be left in doubt. If he really didn't want to be there... "Did you really mean---? Mmmh!", he didn't manage to finish the sentence, as the man had pinched his two nipples hard at the same time. 

The man grabbed him roughly, lifting him off the table to turn him over and leave his abdomen resting against the cold surface. He didn't give him time to react, as a sharp smack on the priest's ass made him shudder, trying to stifle the cry of pleasure that threatened to escape his throat. "That's enough", Quincy bent over him so he could unbutton his pants, yanking them down along with his underwear. Olivine's erection bounced embarrassingly, bumping against the table. The blond took his time to admire the firm buttocks in front of him, so majestic that they made him believe that there must definitely be some deity capable of creating such a marvel.

The only thing that could be heard in the midst of the silence was the gasping breath of the priest, who waited obediently, helpless and exposed. That feeling of being the prey captured by a predator, totally at the expense of whatever Quincy wanted to do with him, turned him on to levels he had never known before, completely forgetting the talk they were having. The man was a perfect sexual match, without ever needing to have asked him for anything, absolutely nothing. They had complemented each other like two puzzle pieces from the start.

 The sound of another spank and another muffled cry cut through the silence like a sword. "Quin...cy...", Olivine looked back, his eyes watering and his tongue hanging out of his mouth, lasciviously, expectantly. "Please, please...", he rubbed his legs together, wiggling his ass, inviting the man to take him at once. How was it possible for a priest to be so devilishly sensual? Quincy certainly had had a long time in his life to bring his stoicism to bear in the face of all sorts of events, but there was something about the young man that managed to awaken his purest and deepest animal instincts. "Spread them apart with your hands", he commanded. The father groaned and immediately grasped his buttocks firmly, doing as he had been instructed, embarrassed and even more aroused, if that was possible.

His entrance was already glistening with essence, fully moistened and dilated. 

"A man of God shouldn't behave like a whore in heat", Quincy slipped one of his fingers in without warning, causing Olivine to arch his back and lift his ass even higher. "Ahh... the God... of Klein.... will forgive my sins...", needing no further action, the priest began to move back and forth slowly, impaling himself around the blond's index finger as deep as he could, moaning sonorously with each movement.

Quincy's erection, which was already throbbing painfully inside his pants, seemed to reach a new level of thickness as he watched the father's lustful actions. His moans were increasing, and the blond hadn't even moved. With his free hand, the man delivered one more spank, grabbing his ass to keep him from moving, ignoring his whimpers. "Hold still", he knew they didn't have time, but he couldn't help but provoke him as much as he could. It took a moment, but Olivine again obeyed the command.

As soon as he calmed down, Quincy inserted another of his fingers, beginning a torturously slow back-and-forth motion. "Ahhh, Quin... cy...", Olivine was dying to increase the pace, but he knew that if he moved the man would stop on the spot. "Quincy, Quincy...", he repeated like a mantra, like the prayers he repeated every morning upon waking to thank the God of Klein for the gift of a new day. The hermit continued, unchanging, leisurely. 

By the time he inserted his third finger, the priest's anus was already beginning to leak obscenely. Quincy was purposefully avoiding his most sensitive spot, and Olivine felt that at any moment he was going to explode. "Please... Please, I'm going to... I'm going to...", his companion briefly caressed his ass, trying to calm him down a bit. "Just a little more", he murmured, keeping the same leisurely pace. He too was reaching his limit, but it wasn't time yet. 

The priest had already released his buttocks and was clinging to the table as best he could, his voice breaking into long, vibrating moans. A small pool of saliva had formed where his chin touched the wood. Quincy had played with him for hours before, so he knew perfectly well that the man could take all the time in the world until he was satisfied with his actions. On a normal day, Olivine thought those qualities in his partner were like a blessing straight from heaven. But now they were somewhere else, and worse, the other members of the clan were waiting for his return. How long had it been since he had left the dining hall? Would they send someone to look for them?, anyone who came a little closer could spot them right away thanks to the moans of his Holiness.

Suddenly, the quiet of the night was interrupted by a loud ringing bell.

The church tower, far away, announced that it was midnight.

Quincy withdrew his fingers immediately and, without further ado, unbuttoned his pants, pulling out his member and positioning his glans against the young man's entrance. 

When the bell rang again, Quincy penetrated Olivine's rear with a single movement, working his way between his tight buttocks. The father screamed at the top of his lungs in surprise, feeling like he was going to split in half. The blond was huge, and although they had been through this many times in the past, the young man thought he could never quite get used to it. 

Quincy didn't give him a second to catch his breath. The man began to lunge furiously at the priest's anus, abusing it as much as he wanted, while the chimes continued to echo off the walls. 

"Coming here... it's troublesome", he gasped, feeling that he would soon be hit by his orgasm as well as the young father, who seemed on the verge of cumming. "It's troublesome", he repeated, "but you.... You're not... Don't forget that...", he rammed him hard, punctuating each sentence with a new thrust. Olivine had leaned completely against the table, no longer able to hold back his cries at all, which echoed in tandem with the bells. His mind was totally seized by the sensations of pleasure, unable to respond to Quincy's words.

They continued like this until the clock announced twelve bells, making Olivine's birthday official. Quincy quickened the pace as much as he could, and the priest moaned out his name with relish as he was, at last, pounded hard by his orgasm. Before long, the blond also climaxed, filling Olivine with waves of hot semen. Soon, both men found themselves panting to catch their breath, one on top of the other, the older being careful not to deposit his full weight on the father so as not to crush him.

Silence once again reigned in the basement, only being interrupted by their breaths.

Seconds, minutes passed, until finally Olivine managed to regain enough composure to speak with a trickle of voice. "That was... the best birthday present...", he laughed with effort, still struggling to resume calmer breathing. Quincy didn't respond, but deposited a kiss on the back of the young man's neck.

They allowed themselves a few more moments to enjoy each other's company, the warmth post termination, until reality was inevitably crashing down on the priest's shoulders. They needed to return as soon as possible... Not without first making a brief and much needed stop in the restroom...

Promising himself that he would return to clean everything properly before the night was over, the priest turned his face to meet the hermit's, catching his lips in a kiss, before starting to move.

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"Olivine, where the hell had you been, we were just about to go out and look for you guys! Kuya's been commenting on strange things since you left...", Eiden had been going around in circles for the last 20 minutes, debating whether they should go find the priest before eating the cake, seriously doubting several of the diners' capacity for self-control at that point in the evening. The alcohol had taken its toll on most of the guests, and the Grand Sorcerer was no exception. "Eiden, I'm so sorry, I couldn't find Mr. Quincy and he ended up finding me, I have yet to fully memorize the mansion...", Olivine apologized, feeling somewhat guilty. He could see out of the corner of his eye a speck of white hair approaching at full speed, dodging everyone present, giving little squeals of excitement. 

Topper circled him and quickly climbed onto his shoulders, rubbing his head against the priest excitedly. Olivine stroked him gently behind the ears, feeling tender at the animal's obvious show of affection. "No, don't apologize, it's just that it's past midnight and.... Quincy, you just got here!" the chestnut exclaimed in exasperation. The blond had ignored the entire crowd to go lean back in one of the plush lounge chairs, automatically closing his eyes. "He's so inconsiderate", the young man added, embracing the father by his shoulders effusively, to lead him towards the table. "Come, come, you have many presents to open!", he told him with his usual infectious smile. "Presents?", the priest asked curiously.

In the middle of the table was a small pile of gifts. In the distance, Olivine could recognize a stylized handwriting that undoubtedly belonged to Edmond. The brightly wrapped package with a bunch of different ribbons had to be from Blade. Another with a visible homely touch bore Yakumo's aura all over it. And so, he identified one by one, without needing to open them, including one with a notoriously violet color scheme, and another that came adorned with an owl feather. His heart was softened. "Eiden, it wasn't necessary...", "we knew you'd say that, but we did it anyway. Here!", he offered him a package accompanied with an envelope, a letter. "This one is from me. It's not much, but I can assure you I put my all into it", he told him before hugging him warmly. 

Olivine was about to take the gift, when Topper jumped on him again. He was carrying something in his muzzle. The priest reached out to take the package.

It was a box wrapped in a simple dark green cloth, which gave off a pleasant smell of herbs. He didn't think about it for a second and opened it.

Inside he found a small talisman, very rustic, with intricate leather and vine designs, adorned with a tiny hand-carved wooden figure. It was a bear.

"Oh? Is that...?", Eiden glared at it, approaching the talisman for a closer look. Olivine could only smile, as he turned his gaze to the other end of the room, from where Quincy watched the scene silently.

Their gazes met, and the man smiled at him before closing his eyes again to drift off to sleep. Feeling like he was floating again, Olivine struggled to return to the real world. He could thank him properly later.

This had definitely been the most beautiful birthday he had ever had in his life.

[deputygonebye]

@lunarruled asked:

So the other day I went out on that run with a few of the others and found some new music for your car. Since it was me that got that crappy CD unstuck for you after all. Enjoy, and have a great time thinking of me while you're out there!

~ Love Kyleigh

Scratched case the replacement for what once would've been wrapping paper, decoration that displayed festive balloons or cartoon dragons, the gift was better received late than never. Offered wordlessly, for the fates above had greater games to play, the quick change from one hand to another, chaste kisses to the lips but nothing more. Escaped from one tragedy and brought into another, the fires of the CDC could still be smelled from Shane's nose. An explosion that blasted windows and broke glass; stole a friend in the form of Jacqui, ruined whatever chance there could've been in a cure. The madness of a doctor born before his eyes, the sight of everyone who had survived Atlanta, Edwin Jenner died just as he always knew he would. Before a blaze of glory - able to snuff himself out but not the love that had been confessed. Between the four walls and a roof that laid in crumbled disarray. Promises made true, Kyleigh and Shane had seen the other side. Sunlight upon their backs, sweat dripped down the pits of their shirts, their hearts never to be parted. Belonged to one another - for all the days to come, separated only by death - what Shane had hoped was the beginning of forever.

Roadway to Fort Benning jammed and blocked, forever was stalled by the cold touch of death, the pace and prowl of those undead. Shoes with holes in the leather and dresses torn to shreds, the Walkers had been upon the survivors before weapons could be raised. Overwhelmed all from their sudden appearance, scared Sophia well into the woods that none could come out of. Dark and unfamiliar, as her mother cried, like an army unit did Shane and the others search for her. Endlessly, without sleep, the lack of food in their bellies ignored in favor of finding a lost little girl. Clenching her stuffed toy, screaming into the unknown, two corpses following but, likewise, never returned. A void that Shane couldn't see through, the trees overgrown and the skies burdened by heavy cloud, the gift within his grasp was able to coax a smile. Short and sweet - the corners lifted as he glanced at adulthood celebrity - wondered what happened to them.

Retreated from the vehicle referenced in note, sticky and placed onto CD itself for good measure, Shane abandoned his spot for lookout. Guard never truly off duty - for Sophia would be found - weaved between deserted cars until he spotted Kyleigh, stationed nearest Dale and the RV, busted but safe to sit beside. Natural ability put to use, the inner wolf and all else, she was worked harder than the rest, the efforts to find Sophia all but placed onto her shoulders exclusively. Her keep carried and managed, Shane would see to her endeavors rewarded, her gifts and the love she gave him.

Strutting to her with a look that spoke to boyish glee, one hand on the hip, the other waving around his token of affection, Shane licked his lips in purpose, the goal of his plan made clear.

"Guess I never did thank you for that, did I?" Shane asked, stepping closer to Kyleigh, mirroring her lean against the RV side, brown eyes melted into a puddle.

"You know, darlin', if you wanted me so bad, all you had to do was ask. No need to get Eazy-E involved. Hey, I'm only teasin' you! Don't look at me like that. I mean, whose to say that I don't think about you already? Bein' honest, you're on my mind all the time, Ky. Been that way since the beginnin'."

From his own hip to her cheek did his hand travel, curved against Kyleigh in gentle hold, brought her close so that distance wasn't so great, her breath warm against his lips.

"My own little pain in the ass..." Shane murmured, the gap between them grown slimmer and slimmer, mere inches away. "You gonna give me that pretty mouth or what? Think you deserve a kiss or two, don't you? Got some gratitude that needs to be paid for - for starters, thanks for fixin' my CD player..."

[birdwatching-goesbothways]

Because you’re mine

Summary: A companion piece to my oneshot ‘Rest in Piece’, that explores Oswald’s perspective. I highly recommend reading that one first.<3

It comes as a real surprise how little ‘persuasion’ Jim needs to accept the Halászlé that Olga has prepared after the recipe of his beloved mother.

Under his constant supervision of course, a fact that the woman had been (likely still is) quite grumpy about.

He almost expected Jim to declare a hunger strike, just to personally spite him.

As it is, Jim being uncharacteristically mellow feels both satisfying as slightly concerning.

His men, careful to mind his previous instructions, quietly leave the room as it becomes clear that the detective is complying.

Jim, seemingly too engrossed in wolfing down what seems to be his first real meal in weeks, does not even notice the privacy Oswald has decided to grant him.

The sudden realisation hits him, that this is quite the domestic little scene. Them, sitting at their (his) table together. His dear Jim, tired because he works too much, eating Hungarian food that he (Olga) has lovingly prepared to make sure he is well-fed.

Nearly choking from the intensity of the warm, possessive feeling the idea inspires in him, he leans back.

Watching. Waiting.

Waiting for that moment of truth, for the flicker or realisation in the policeman’s eyes as he realises what is happening.

Jim, as always, does not disappoint.

“…Oswald, did you p… put..?”

He cant stop the chuckle, or the satisfied smirk, though not for lack of trying.

Clever clever Jim..

The fighter that he is, Jim seems to react instantly, jumping up with a speed that comes as a surprise. Had he not stumbled, he might just have made it to the door.

Not that that would have changed anything, but its impressive either way.

Managing to get to the disoriented detective just in time to prevent him from stumbling and potentially toppling to the floor, the mob boss is once again pleasantly surprised to find that Instead of continuing his panicked escape attempts, Jim lets him lead him back to his chair without resistance. Relying on Oswald’s strength to steady him.

It warms Oswald down to the bones how little Jim fights, how easily he gives up. Gives in.

To the drugs. To Oswald.

He can’t help but let out a giggle at how right it feels, to have the trembling man beneath his fingertips, so vulnerable and open.

Helpless.

All of that raw animal strength, that ever burning fire of stubborn determination reduced to nothing at the hands of someone more powerful.

The knowledge that he could do anything, absolutely anything he wanted to the man beneath him, and he would be powerless to stop it. Would just have to accept his will as law.

…It sends a dark thrill down his spine.

That particular satisfaction fades quickly, when he notices the real fear in his favourite detectives wide-eyed gaze.

“Hush Jim, not to worry,” he shushes gently, stroking Jim’s cheek.

Nearly losing his breath as instead of leaning away in disgust, Jim leans into his touch.

“It’s not dangerous, I would never hurt you.”

That’s more true than he’d normally care to admit, the piece of information a powerful weapon in the right hands.

But he does not delight in seeing Jim genuinely frightened and hopeless.

Sure, seeing the ever-brave James Gordon genuinely intimidated earlier had been… quite the thrill. A thrill he would love to repeat one day, given half the chance.

But he doesn’t want his admittedly heavy handed method to leave the policeman fearing for his life. Doesn’t ever want the beautiful contradiction of a man to feel genuinely unsafe in his company.

Perhaps he should let Jim push him against a wall the next time they meet, as an apology?

Jim may be completely at Oswald’s mercy, but merciful is what Oswald will always be, when it truly comes down to it. Time and time again, when it comes to his favourite bullheaded detective, he abandons all plans, advantages and sense simply to see him safe.

This time Jim had went too far though, tested his patience one time too often, as he forced Oswald to watch idly while he destroyed himself.

Unacceptable.

While Oswald truly couldn’t care less about another serial killer (this was Gotham after all), Jim evidently did.

That is not what has Oswald fuming though. That’s just the normal the two of them have found themselves in.

The part that angers him so is that this beautiful, brilliant man would work himself to death over something mundane like this. When he could have easily come to him for help. When he would have helped, always does.

It’s not like it’s ever easy to say no to his precious Jim.

Especially when Jim has been so good lately, cooperating readily, being polite.

Stopping by after finishing one of his cases, to thank Oswald for his help with a small but genuine smile. Staying for a shared drink, even daring to let down his guard a little.

That almost deserved a little reward, did it not?

But no, instead of coming to him, that stubborn fool had pushed himself closer and closer to the breaking point, walking around looking like a barely reanimated corpse.

It had made him furious. Jim is his, and he has no right to selfishly destroy himself to satisfy his base desire of self destruction.

Then again, seeing him him comply so easily earlier had appeased his anger a little.

Had excited him.

It makes him want to scream, the memory of how easily Jim had accepted his fate. How well behaved he had been, how easily he had bent to his will, kneeling on the ground and staring up at him like a nervous puppy.

God, it had done all kinds of things to him to see Jim kneel.

Had Jim immediately tried to get up, it would have perhaps stayed the warning as which it was intended.

But Jim hadn’t. Had only done so the moment he thought Oswald might ask him for a favour.

Which had led Oswald to believe that Jim might have minded less than he would like to admit.

God.

To see him stay down at his command, the realisation in his eyes that he would either have to put his pride aside and plead for the right to get up, or accept the position at Oswald’s feet.

The flicker of interest on his face, the barely contained hunger gone in a blink, but not vanishing quickly enough to fool anyone but himself.

For the briefest of moments, James had looked as if he knew exactly to whom he belonged. As if he liked it.

The fun they could have, if only the stubborn detective’s pride allowed him to admit some things out loud.

“…O-os.. w-wha-…?” Jim stutters, visibly disoriented by the drug running through his system.

Those glassy blue eyes, staring up at him, naked of all those protective walls they usually hold, make the mob bosses protective instincts kick into overdrive, as he answers:

“Just a little something to make sure you really get a good rest, instead of going back to work to “finish something real quick”, like you are so terribly keen on doing.”

His heartbeat quickens as Jim rests his tired head against him, golden hair slightly disheveled, eyes drooping closed.

Resting.

Finally, finally resting. After having been forced to be vigilant for so long.

As if he knew, deep down, that he was in good hands, that Oswald will take care of him if he gives in to the siren call of unconsciousness.

It had definitely not gone unnoticed, how the fear burning in the detectives eyes had calmed at his reassurances, instead of being magnified in distrust . How the comforting weight of his head had increased as the detective had leaned against him voluntarily. Resting those unruly curls against the silk of his suit.

Magnificent. Just where that troublesome detective belongs, content by his side.

Carding his fingers through soft hair yet again, he can’t help but crow: “Shhh, it’s alright dear. Just go to sleep. I’ll take care of everything.”

“I’ll take care of you”, remains unsaid, as does “because I love you. Because you’re mine.”

He simply keeps listening to the sleeping man’s steady breaths, watches as his chest rises and falls. Finds comfort in his closeness as finally the nagging worry that had been coiling in his chest like a snake for the last few weeks quiets down.

At least right here, right now, Jim is safe. Cannot be harmed or killed, because Oswald is right beside him to make sure of it.

Cannot work himself to death, because he has eaten, and now he is resting, and will finally get a good nights sleep without worrying about his job.

The fierce wish surprises him, that he could chase the nightmares away as easily. That he could drive a knife into their heart as he has driven a knife into the heart of the would-be Jeffrey Dahmer that is indirectly responsible for his dear James’ sorry state.

Knowing that, not unlike a bloodhound, Jim wouldn’t stop searching even if the murders stopped, he had left the man’s worthless corpse with enough conclusive evidence to leave absolutely no open questions of wether it had truly been him who had killed those innocents.

A little gift for Jim to wake up to, as well as a warning.

[thevampirediariesuniverse-1864]

Damon Salvatore x wolf reader

Your wolf is a puppy , tinny and adorable

You and Damon lay cuddled in his bed . But he wasn’t really paying attention to you . He was scrolling in his phone . So you decide to just bite his arm (not hard , no wolf venom ) lightly until he payed you attention . ( love ? Will you stop bitting me ) you shake your head no . He puts his phone down ( do you want attention?) you nod excitedly .

He strokes your hair and kisses your hair ( like little a puppy .) you growl ( I am not a puppy !) u say . ( oh yeah …then where are your canines at ? All I see is puppy teeth ) you huff in defeat ( your my little pup) your wolf takes over and you lick his face . ( awww hey quit it !) he laugh and kisses your head . Cupping your cheeks ( good girl , I love you so much ) sayd Damon ( I love you too ! Baby ) and he pulls you In For more cuddles . Y’all fall asleep the next day .

Your waking up around 11 . You slept incause it was a Saturday . You went down stairs to find Damon cooking you breakfast . All foods that you ate when you were a kid that you loved so much . ( oh Damon thankyou so much ! This is so good ! ) you’d said three bites of food . ( why your welcome baby ) when he walks around behind you with somthing in his hand . He moves your hair . Putting on a pretty chain that cling to your neck with a dog tag that said Damon Salvatore ( what is it ?) you ask . Damon says ( a collar ) ( oh ..) . ( you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to . I understand your need to be free ) he said . (No ! No ! I love it ! I think it’s sweet and I’m ok with not being free as long as it’s with you ) Damon smiles so wide his heart warm and butterflies erupted in his stomach .

and when full moons come . Damon stays by your side . Until you transform and become your tiny little wolf . You curl up in his lap . As he pets you . Then you run out through the forest .

You quickly dug a hole hiding in it . When Damon comes comes looking for you he finds your hole. He says ( coke on darling it’s alright . Come on out baby . ) he puts his hand down the hole after you . Petting you . Feeling your collar . You licked his hand and crawled out of the hole : cuddling into him in his lap .

He picked you up in his arms carrying you home . Soon after klaus arrived and made hybrids . Damon convinced klaus to make you a hybrid and let go of the sire bond in exchange for Elena’s blood .

So that’s what happend . Once you became a hybrid you would sometimes stay in wolf form and sleep in Damon bed with him because wolf gave you peace of mind . And comfort . Damon loved your wolf too he thought you were the cutest fluffiest thing ever . Damon also shower you with gifts and clothes jewlery . Stefan also took a liking too you . You and him became best friends . Damon was jelous of you too but you always made it up to him with cuddles and movie nights with popcorn and chips with your special clocking that he likes so much .

[thecutestmonkeygirl]

She smiled at this but chuckled as he said she would carry him. “You aren’t too tired? I know ya did a lot of the work last night and..well all the work this morning.” She blushed. Sasuga sat up as he pulled on the robe and she looked around at the room. “He is really tidy when he wants ta be. “ she hummed softly. When she saw what was laid out for her she blushed again and easily let Coyote help her into it, bringing the collar to her nose to see if it smelled heavily of the wolf or if it smelled of some detergent he used.

She rested against her mate’s chest as he carried her into the other room and carefully placed her down into a chair. She looked at the strawberry plant and smiled, reaching forward to pet its delicate blossoms as it seemed to reach for her as if she were the sun.

She turned her head upward, stealing Raphael’s lips in what was more of a tender kiss than she should be allowing with the knowledge that she had to talk to Echo. Her cheeks flared red as he called them out on the morning romp but with his tail wagging, she knew he wasn’t upset with them. “I don’t mind having an early breakfast with you as long as I am still able to make the one with the family.” She assured him and watched as the food was brought to them and her mate seemed to melt a bit at the gesture.

“Listen, I told you we could simply hire Raphael to work at the ranch. You said I could have him as my personal trainer. I just have ta figure out how ta convince Echo and make it so poor Raphael would be happy out there when he seems like a city boy.” She smirked as she took a sip of her juice.

She sighed a bit as he said there was no creamer and seemed to pout. “I really was gonna ask for coffee too, I’m worn out and need ta find some energy for the day but I simply can’t handle my coffee black. “ she laughed. “I like all the sweet flavors ta put in it so it doesn’t even taste like coffee but I’ll just get it at the breakfast with everyone else. No worries. “ she assumed him and motioned for him to sit. “I’m also not gonna eat until you sit down with us. “

Blood and Moonlight

Sasuga woke in what was at first an unfamiliar area but as she blinked fully awake she realized it was their closet that Coyote had decorated for them. She smiled and took a careful kiss from her mate who was still sound asleep next to her. It really had been an amazing night with the family and then with her husband. As she slipped from his arms, she took a moment to look at her reflection in the mirror, her fingers dancing over the fresh marks on her neck and hips. She couldn't have asked for anything more from the night and it was with some reluctance that she dressed. She picked out a pair of warm leggings and a short little skirt to pull over them with some knee high boots and a thick sweater. She slipped from the closet and moved to the bathroom to comb her hair and brush her teeth and get ready for the big day ahead. She gave a stretch and headed downstairs only to find a familiar face waiting for her. "Raphael..." she smiled and moved to greet him with a hug. "I see you are still alive." she smirked. "Want some tea? Coffee?"

@banditcoyote

[nicsnort]

The Bookworm and the Beast [part 22]

A dark Scarecrow/Fem!OC romance fanfic

Intro [with Ao3 link] First Previous

They were sitting on the couch with books in their hands and drinking their respective hot beverages. Neither was reading though. Jonathan was going over Isabel's latest session in his mind. What had caused the anomaly in her reaction to the toxin when he'd touched her? While Isabel was distracted by what had happened at the end of the session. The way Jonathan had kissed her, held her hand, the way that she responded, it was all too much.

She didn't know what to think. Jonathan had kissed her twice already but when he had the opportunity to kiss her on the lips again, he didn't; he kissed her cheek and her hand. He had licked her hand too, and that sent shivers up her spine. Not bad shivers but ones that made her question her sanity: pleasurable shivers. Isabel enjoyed his kisses and touching, even when he said he liked her tied to his bed. She was such an idiot. She could justify feeling physical enjoyment her body was just reacting to stimuli but Isabel was taking mental pleasure from them too. They made her feel special, he made her feel special and wanted and even beautiful.

She must have been insane. Jonathan was a criminal, a terrorist; he had kidnapped her and was using her as a hostage to force her father to work. But he had also helped her. He'd gone out of his way to comfort her when she was having flashbacks, and now he was trying to cure her. Isabel didn't doubt he was getting some pleasure out of using his toxin on her but he still could have just used her as part of his experiments from the beginning. The way he was treating her now was almost…sweet.

"Isabel," Jonathan said, breaking Isabel's train of thought.

Isabel looked up at him. "Yes?"

"I need to leave for a bit, we're nearly out of food. Will you be alright for a few hours?"

"I believe so." It was a half-lie. Isabel hoped she would not have an attack but at the same time, she was worried she would.

"Very well, I will attempt to make the trip as short as possible…is there anything, in particular, you would like?"

Isabel stared at him, and she saw a faint blush form on his cheeks. "I—I—could I please have some hairbands to tie back my hair? Please?"

"I like your hair down, but yes, I will see what I can find."

Isabel felt her cheeks take on a rose color, "thank you."

Jonathan stood and put away his book. "I'll be going now, then. Oh, and if for some reason Edward comes by, trying to keep him from going through anything. He won't hurt you; he's just an idiot and might ruin something."

"Alright. Bye, Jonathan."

"Isabel." Jonathan left, locking the door behind him. Isabel turned back to her book. Without him here, she could concentrate better.

Jonathan had been gone several minutes when Isabel heard the click of the door unlocking. She looked up expecting it to be Jonathan having forgotten his wallet or something. But it wasn't. It wasn't even the Riddler. A short man with greasy blonde hair and a large top hat stood in the doorway.

"Oh look it is March's Alice."

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"That'll be 47.80," the cashier said in a very bored tone. Without saying anything himself, Jonathan swiped one of his stolen credit cards. He didn't even wait for his receipt the bright lights and screaming children inside the store were giving him a headache. Jonathan grabbed his stuffed bags eager to leave the abhorrent reminder of consumerism.

The afternoon sun was high in the sky and just peeking out from behind the ever-present clouds of Gotham. However, the day was cool even at the beginning of October. Jonathan had parked a few blocks away. The hordes of dirty Sunday shoppers pushed past him blindly to get to their next destination. What idiotic sheep they didn't even notice the wolf in their midst.

He came to a crosswalk and stopped waiting for the light to change. As he waited the baaing of two ewes reached his ears. "Jenny, do you have a hair tie? I seem to have lost mine."

"Yeah, here you go."

"Thanks."

Jonathan could have kicked himself. He had completely forgotten about Isabel's request. Sure he didn't need to buy her a hair tie but he had offered and that was what she had wanted. Going back on his offer now would only cause a rift, however small, between them. The light changed and Jonathan crossed the street with the crowd but this time he was looking inside the shop windows for a place that might sell hair ties. He passed books stores, food stores, and assorted others but no place that looked as though it would sell hair ties; unless he counted the highly effeminate girl clothing store he passed, but Jonathan had no desire to step into a place that displayed more pink and lace than he had ever seen before.

Jonathan made it to his car and still hadn't found an appropriate store. Curling his lip with displeasure, he loaded the heavy bags into the car's trunk. He shut the trunk harder than necessary causing a cat down the side street to hiss and scurry away. Jonathan watched the cat run it had a large bow around its neck that bounced with the movement. It stopped halfway down the street and hissed again before disappearing into one of the small boutique stores that lined the side street. He usually avoided the overpriced boutiques. They rarely took credit or debit cards, preferring cash but maybe just this once. His wallet did have a marginal amount of cash.

Jonathan walked down the street, peering in each window until he came to the one that the cat had run into. The window was full of strips of colored cloth and handmade jewelry. He rolled his eyes at the sight but it was better here and now than trying to find someplace else. Bells jingled as he pushed the door open and the scent of too much dragon's blood incense met his nose.

"Namaste," an airy female voice said from behind the counter. With the traditional Indian greeting, Jonathan would have expected it to be an Indian woman but instead, there was a clearly not Indian white woman bedecked in silk scarves and bangles. It took a great deal of willpower for him not to roll his eyes.

"You are looking for a gift, yes?" The woman said stepping out from behind the register when Jonathan didn't move from the doorway.

"Yes."

"For your…" She looked him up and down, "girlfriend?"

Jonathan's hands twitched. What was that question supposed to mean? He wasn't gay! He had half a mind to gas the woman right then and take whatever he wanted. That though would put his plan at risk as it was sure to bring the focus of the Batman on him.

"Yes, I am looking for a hair tie for her, and the cloth in your window caught my eye."

"How Victorian," the woman sighed dreamily. Jonathan had no idea what she meant. "Alright, what is her name?"

"I do not see how that is relevant."

"How am I supposed to help you find the right tie for her if I don't know her name to sense the energies?"

"I am perfectly capable of choosing something myself," Jonathan said with half a mind to leave the shop and stop by a gas station to find something.

"Sweetheart," the woman said coming over to him and placing a hand on his arm pulling him gently into the center of the shop. "I can tell you have much experience with women, but this one means a lot to you. You want the gift to be the right one, yes?"

Jonathan jerked his arm out of the woman's grasp. His hand flew inside his jacket pocket and withdrew the emergency syringe of sedative from his pocket and plunged it into her neck. Upon a shelf, the cat hissed as the woman fell to the floor with a loud thump. Now, without the intolerable woman's interference, Jonathan began looking around the shop. He found a rack with strips of cloth that would be perfect for tying back Isabel's hair quickly enough. Looking at the prices he was glad he had knocked the woman out, she was asking for fifteen dollars for each one. And people called him a criminal.

He held a hair tie in each comparing the two. One was dark brown with an almost leathery feel to it and light brown around the edge. It was his preferred colour and he would very much enjoy seeing Isabel in his colors. The other one however was a sky blue, made from cotton and stitched near the ends…Jonathan smiled, opening books with swirls coming out of the pages. He tucked the blue one into his pocket and was getting ready to leave when something on another rack caught his eye.

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Jonathan pulled up behind his derelict apartment building later than he had originally intended. There had been a crash on the bridge to get to this part of town causing him to idly sit in traffic for a good forty-five minutes. Not to mention he had taken a fair amount of time in the boutique store choosing what he wanted for Isabel. Knocking lonely store owners out had its perks, including a free range of the merchandise.

Parking the car, he collected the bags from the trunk and let himself into the building. He set the bags down at the entrance and pulled a couple of bags of dried ramen and a few bottles of water from one bag. For the past couple of days, he had been neglecting his captives downstairs and they would have run out of sustenance by now. When Isabel was cured of her fear, he would return to the punishment, maybe even with Isabel at his side.

Down in the basement, the stench of piss and feces met his nostrils. He would have to wash out the cages soon. The two pieces of trash were leaning up against opposing sides of their cages but both near the back. Their heads rose slowly to stare at him. Without a word, Jonathan tossed a bottle of water, and a package of ramen to each and then left. Jonathan didn't have time to taunt them today he had left Isabel alone for too long.

The climb up to his living quarters was quick, but by the time he reached the landing, his arms were tiring under the strain of the canned food in the bags. With a bit of a struggle, he opened the door. Isabel was sitting on the couch reading so intensely that she didn't look up when he entered. Unbothered by it Jonathan made his way into the kitchen and set the bags on the table. He quickly put the bag for Isabel in one of the cupboards least she found it before the time was right. Then he started to unpack the food. Jonathan put the milk, eggs, and butter in the fridge and when he went to go back to the table to grab the cheese, he saw Isabel standing in the doorway.

"Yes?" Isabel didn't respond, though. Her head was tilted down, shadowing her eyes. Was something wrong with her?

Jonathan took a step forward, "Isabel is everyth—" He didn't have time to finish the question however as Isabel grabbed his head bringing it down to hers. It took several seconds for Jonathan to realize that Isabel was kissing him. He tried pulling his head away, but she was surprisingly strong and kept their lips fastened together. A sudden nip at his bottom lip caused him to open his mouth in shock and allowed Isabel's tongue to sweep into his mouth. Her soft tongue brushed against his, and soon, Jonathan found his tongue in her mouth. Isabel mewled in pleasure at the intrusion. The sound set Jonathan off. He slammed Isabel against the doorframe, his hands grasping her sides and holding her tight against him.

Hormones had overridden the logical parts of his brain. All he knew was that right now he wanted Isabel to scream for him. His hands slipped underneath her shirt. God he knew it, her skin was so soft. Now Isabel's hand left his head, sliding down to work at the button of his shirt. With his head now free to move Jonathan wrenched his mouth away from Isabel's moving it to her neck instead. He began sucking and nipping at the soft skin of her neck, determined to make a mark. The world must know of the experiment's success. She was his.

Isabel finished unbuttoning his shirt and Jonathan's hands left her skin just long enough to slip it off. Then his hands returned, this time feverishly running along Isabel's arms before pulling them up over her head and pinning them with one hand. Jonathan pulled back from her neck to admire his handiwork. A large red mark now marred Isabel's skin. It looked so right. His free hand grabbed Isabel's chin and forced her to look him in the eyes. He wanted to see her expression.

Her eyes were all wrong, however. Instead of being dilated and full of passion, they were dull and lifeless. Something was very wrong indeed. Jonathan let go of Isabel and pulled away. She remained in her position for a second before trying to grab him by the head once again. It was then that Jonathan noticed what he should have seen right away. A small black headband rested on her head.

"Hatter," he snarled as he ripped it away and broke it in two. Isabel blinked slowly, coming out of the technology-induced mind control. She gasped, backing up against the wall as she came back into herself.

"Jonathan, what happened? I—" She cut off as she caught sight of his bare chest. Her hands flew to her mouth as her cheeks flamed red.

Somewhere beyond where the two were standing, Jonathan heard a door open. "March, why did you ruin it? Did you not like your unbirthday gift?"

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