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Hnnnnnnnbg people turning into pokemon. Pokemon turning into people

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Mysterious Lotus Casebook ~ ep. 31

All these years, he's always been alone. You are the only friend I've ever seen him with.

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.𖥔˚ NEW SURROUNDINGS.𖥔˚

Cregan Stark x fem!targaryen!reader ₊ requested ₊

Tags. [sfw]; Arranged marriage, ‘cultural’ differences, misogyny, fluff, happy ending, dragonrider, weaponized fasting.

Wc. 0.8k

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Everyone had heard such stories. It was known that unsuspecting, kinder houses produced girls that despite aristocratic breeding, their innocence and ill preparation made them feel totally at sea in the deferential hierarchy of political marriage. 

The Targaryen Princess was nothing more than a child at the horizon of puberty, with something more akin to distaste rather than horror when she first bled. And while she’d been aware of what that meant for a woman, she desperately became aware of the danger this might put her in. There were many tears in those first months and many more to come after that. 

Weight simply dropped off, as well as her white hair. Plagued with the knowledge that outside the Targaryen's protective niche, she was determined to a less glorious fate than she had imagined when she had become a dragon rider.

And then came the preparations. In fact, it was her late cousin’s advice that helped her successfully avoid getting married in its entirety. At least for a few years. The technique was rather simple; If the Princess would get word that her husband to be was ill-mannered, brutish, stubborn or violent, the woman, in order to guarantee compliance, or to avoid the marriage, was to initiate a fast until a change of circumstances arrived. Not as a form of self mutilation, but as a means to stop the fertile blood from running between their legs, This, naturally, would only be successful as long as a male heir wasn’t yet produced, or if the princess isn't yet married.

She had even heard stories that certain houses even encouraged this behavior. All to guarantee that the husband was willing to listen to the whispers of his wife, assuring the will of her lineage.  

This technique, of course, had severe downsides, if taken too far, the body would stop tolerating food, making the wife immobile, dead, or worse; Infertile. 

However, some people denounced the practice entirely. Those who are keen to self-sacrifice for the political and economical greatness of their lineage, who saw conceiving themselves to a life of child bearing as a form of honorous martyrdom. Like her mother. 

But, when her family let her know that she was to be betrothed to Cregan Stark, she knew that all of her efforts were not in vain. His reputation preceded him. Handsome, honorable and just. 

She truly felt a sense of genuine relief. Neither the backwards ways of the Northerners nor their reluctance to respect people from the South could dissipate her enthusiasm. Despite her best efforts, The Reed Keep was never really a home to her.

The Princess, of course, had failed to foresee one important detail. The people of the North felt a genuine aversion towards her dragon, probably one of the few kind, loyal things to have been gifted to her by the Targaryen lineage, it had become somewhat of a family to her. While she was aware of the strong, devastating power Maegor possessed, all her soul saw whenever she interacted with it was all those magnificent flights, all of those years of training, and the rather small, innocent look her dragon had when it was young.

All they saw, nonetheless, was an extraordinary beast covered in scales and spines, the horns that framed the edges of Maegor’s face, running along the back of that skull that had never truly seemed to stop growing. It filled them with pagan horror. 

From common folk, who were rendered immobile by its appalling black profile dancing through the skies, children and adult alike screaming and gasping, to the highest members of the council, whose clenched jaws and tight fists were evident despite their best efforts to hide them. -Although, she supposed their terror had something to do with its rider, a foreign invader - 

Dear Gods, even her husband flinched around it. Of course, he had graciously tried to compartmentalize his fear as soon as he saw the way his wife's eye brighten when she hoped onto the riding chair and looked at the sky above them, how excited she seemed to the prospect of sharing that experience with him, how terribly tender she was with Maegor and the sweet offer she had made to the Maestres to help them map out the territory for their cartography efforts. 

It hadn't taken as much time as he had thought to become pleased with her presence. While Cregan was weary of her at first, he noticed how hard she was trying to accommodate to the region's costumes, how quick her wit was, how curious she was about the world.

Once he discovered how charmed he was with her personality, he was quick to notice how beautiful she was as well. Targaryen features had always seemed too alien to him. But on his wife? He adored the lavender haze in her eyes and the moonlit hair.

The Princess always laughed when she thought about it. She had found warmth and comfort in the coldest corner of the entirety of the Seven Realms.

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Notes. I've been pretty offline for some time but here is the request! Hope everyone likes it. As usual, take care, and tell me if you wanna be added to the Cregan fanfic taglist! -Sidey x

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⛥*ﾟ・。* masterlist (under construction)

note: masterlist updates will be sporadic and not scheduled at all. if you want the link to a specific fic just ask. and they are in release order

— protector: full wattpad ver.

⤷ chapter one, ⤷ chapter two, ⤷ chapter three, ⤷ chapter four, ⤷ chapter five, ⤷ chapter six, ⤷ chapter seven, ⤷ chapter eight, ⤷ chapter nine, ⤷ chapter ten, ⤷ chapter eleven, ⤷ chapter twelve, ⤷ chapter thirteen, ⤷ chapter fourteen, ⤷ chapter fifteen, ⤷ chapter sixteen, ⤷ chapter seventeen, ⤷ chapter eighteen, ⤷ chapter nineteen, ⤷ chapter twenty, ⤷ chapter twenty-one, ⤷ chapter twenty-two, ⤷ chapter twenty-three, ⤷ chapter twenty-four, ⤷ chapter twenty-five, ⤷ chapter twenty-six, more pending...

— lucky punch

⤷ chapter one, ⤷ chapter two, ⤷ chapter three more pending...

— perfect match

⤷ chapter one, more pending...

— piña colada

⤷ x -- some women just can't take a hint... good thing zoro's only got eyes for one girl

— onigiri

⤷ x -- zoro's on a training binge and refuses to bathe... this, unless its with you

— happy birthday

⤷ x -- it's a known fact that zoro can't stand his birthday... but when you finally discover the date, you can't help putting together something special

— oiran

⤷ x -- while luffy and the others are off saving sanji, zoro is assigned the role of a ronin, and told to keep a low profile as he roams the land of wano... but he riks revealing himself and the entire crew when he discovers you're a nearby oiran, and in need of his rescue

— rice crackers

⤷ x -- after nami discovers a little girl stowing away on the sunny, the crew comes together to interrogate her... but she won't stop claiming to be your daughter

— stein

⤷ x -- while you're laughing at the stories told to you by some rando at the bar, zoro can't help but be affected by the green-eyed monster. nami and robin try to quell his worries... but things take a turn for the worst when the man puts his hands on you

— kunoichi

⤷ x -- the story of how you met the strawhat crew (and your swordsman)

— vice admiral

⤷ x -- after receiving some terrible news by news coo, you're left completely devastated. the crew does their best to console you, to no avail... and zoro realizes that, for once, his actions won't speak louder than his words... and makes a promise he's willing to die to keep

— jug

⤷ x -- after going out to search for luffy, you and zoro stumble upon a bottle of pink sake. zoro drinks it without question, but lives to regret it, as you have to deal with the consequences... physically

— theory

⤷ x -- the effects of a devil fruit age zoro into a forty year-old version of himself. and after his initial annoyance passes, he grows thankful... as you can't seem to keep your hands off him.

— fantasy

⤷ x -- part two of theory

— pit

⤷ x -- time and time again zoro has forgotten about your outings, leaving you dressed up and alone on several occasions. but after nami witnesses it in person, she finally puts her foot down... and you finally confront your swordsman.

— knight

⤷ x -- as a princess, you constantly have a bounty on your head, which means you are almost always under attack whenever the crew docks on an island. so, after zoro saves you from being kidnapped again, you both have a heart to heart... which ends in a little confession.

— inn

⤷ x -- you'd known zoro nearly all your life—having grown up with the swordsman in his home village—and considered him the most important person in your life... so, after luffy saves you both from the execution yard and invites you to join his crew, you can't help but feel like your lack of strength will end up becoming a hindrance to zoro's dream

— bento

⤷ x -- part two of inn -- you and zoro have a heartfelt reunion on the sabaody archipelago... with the help of a kindly fisherman.

— mistletoe

⤷ x -- nami has to school zoro in the art of gift-giving in order to save your first christmas together. luckily, he manages to wise up... and gives you a gift you won't ever forget.

— ham melon

⤷ x -- after you contract a rare, deadly disease, zoro has to take care of you... the best he can.

— nurse

⤷ x -- a mysterious man crash lands on your gloomy island, and you patch him up... unaware of his odd relationship with your father.

— nightgown

⤷ x -- after two wonderful years with the swordsman, you're reluctant to let him go, especially without telling him how you feel. luckily, he feels the exact same way... and more than accepts your scanty going away present.

— brand

⤷ x -- you return to the ship with a horrible injury... and zoro goes fucking berserk.

— bmf

⤷ x -- zoro doesn't take kindly to you being disrespected... at all.

— endgame

⤷ x -- prequel to inn -- when chopper asks about your past, zoro reminisces on your history together... and is reminded of exactly what you are to him.

— boxers

⤷ x -- part two of pit -- zoro saves your life (ish) and finally finds the courage to win you back

— stupid

⤷ x -- part two of oiran -- zoro starts an argument over you going undercover as orochi's personal oiran. and it ends... interestingly.

— pleasures

⤷ x -- in an effort to get him to relax, you give your moss-haired boyfriend a massage, and get him riled up in the process... how else is he supposed to repay you?

— sweetheart

⤷ x -- after winning a candlelit dinner for two, zoro tries his best to ask you out... though you don't seem to catch the hint.

— rum

⤷ x -- part three of nurse, part two of nightgown -- nami notices zoro's recent, odd behavior and decides to drag him out to a bar in order to confront him. little does she know his funk is due to the absence of a certain someone... and little does he know that certain someone is right under his nose.

— white lotus

⤷ x -- you and your squadron reprimand zoro and bring him back to the castle after he's found wandering around in your kingdom's forest. turns out, the crew is already there since, surprise surprise, luffy destroyed something he wasn't supposed to. now the crew has to plead their case... but while they're doing so, zoro can't seem to keep his eyes off a certain someone, nor understand the weird feeling in his chest at the sight of her strength.

— reading

⤷ x -- after plotting on zoro for the longest, you finally decide to make your move... the only question is what zoro's willing to risk.

— round two

⤷ x -- part two of white lotus -- things get a little heated during a sparring session between you and the moss-haired swordsman. and the results are... inconclusive.

— firewood

⤷ x -- stumbling across a small shack in the country of wano, the last thing you expected was to find your boyfriend snuggled up with an oiran... zoro's got a lot of explaining to do.

— hibiscus

⤷ x -- after a wardrobe malfunction at the pool, you're left soaked and topless... luckily, you have a hot boyfriend to come to your rescue.

— scent

⤷ x -- zoro wakes up in the mood... and you'd be crazy not to oblige.

— stall

⤷ x -- after you catch a girl trying to spike zoro's drink, all hell breaks loose... hell being you.

— receipt

⤷ x -- part two of reading -- a rude store manager and an unruly gang of bounty hunters learn how much zoro DOES NOT play about the daughter of red-haired shanks (i.e you)

— beach

⤷ x -- after zoro finds you unconscious on an abandoned beach, he quickly takes you to shelter... where he learns that something's off.

— sake

⤷ x -- your friends-with-benefits relationship with zoro becomes complicated when he gets monstrously drunk and begins to confess his deepest, darkest feelings about you.

— daises and posies

⤷ x -- a kid with the hots for you begins to challenge zoro, insulting his pride as a swordsman and capabilities as a partner until the mosshead finally snaps... leaving you as the only thing standing between all-out war

— pocus

⤷ x -- when you're a no-show for your scheduled merienda, katakuri begins to worry. little does he know you're right in the middle of a Big Mom hunger pang, and she seems to be craving your specialty...

— sample

⤷ x -- prequel to pocus -- katakuri's dreams of you come to a head when he learns that the two of you are already engaged to be married. and to make matters worse, your ex-boyfriend makes a rather unpleasant appearance while the sweet commander is picking up his order of doughnuts.

— merienda

⤷ x -- prequel two of pocus -- a year into your marriage to the minister of flour, and you two had failed to progress past that of acquaintances. so, to liven things up, you decide to deliver your husband's daily tea in a rather scanty outfit, hoping to ignite a spark... only to discover his deep, dark secret.

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—𝐰𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞—

pairing. ex! Natasha Romanoff x fem! reader

summary. in a day you simply wanted peace, two unexpected visitors showed up. for one of them, you were glad.

warnings. smut! I am NOT responsible for your content consumption! — making out, thigh riding, strap on usage, cursing, angst (w happy ending), soft dom Nat.

notes. my first language is portuguese, so I apologize for any grammar errors. feel free to give me advice, though!

divider credits: @cafekitsune ★

Natasha Romanoff was known as a cold, ruthless woman, who never cared for anyone besides herself. Most of the people didn't know this was due her past — the Red Room was always in complete secrecy, so they feared her. She was already used to it. Whenever she started something with someone, in the next day, she had an empty bed as a gift. To be completely honest, she always felt used. Men and women touched her, to leave her in the morning.

That changed when she met you.

You could say you'd changed her completely, for the best, of course. She became more open with you, learned to express herself better and was not known as the most selfish Avenger in the team anymore.

But just like people say, not everything is a bed of roses.

Instead of using that achievement to improve your relationship, she began to care a little too much about her team of superheroes. At some point, she was no longer paying attention to you.

Reports this, reports that. Missions and more missions. "I have to go somewhere with Cap." "I have to train with Tony to a mission." "I can't, I'll have to go with Clint."

When you confronted her about this, begging for her to understand and willing to help her change, she decided that it was a better option to part ways. You were devasted, and she saw it. That made her heart ache — someone actually lov— liked her enough to want to stay.

This was the one and only reason Natasha didn't forget about you. The only reason she thought about you everyday. The only reason she teared up whenever entering her car and seeing the polaroid with the heart pendant you gave her hanging on her rearview mirror, that she didn't dare to take down.

Today, you were leaving work, heavy tired steps echoing on the pavement's wooden floor as the moonlight illuminated the room. The building was already empty, the streets, darker than your thoughts.

As you started walking to the nearest bus stop, you heard quick footsteps behind you — it was already late and usually there was no people on the streets like this. You turned your head, "you gotta be kidding me".

"Hey, Y/n!" Peter exclaimed, running to catch up with you. "I didn't know you were going to be here at 11:30pm."

You rolled your eyes and took a sharp inhale, but like always, tried to be polite. This so called coworker of yours was always looking at you, following you everywhere, and asking you things, not always work-related. You always made it clear that you weren't interested in men, and he insisted on saying he could 'change your mind'.

"Hey, Peter." you replied, faking a smile and nodding. "You need me to review your documents again?"

"Oh, no. I was just wondering if you wanna go on a date with me. Did you see the restaurant that just opened over there? I could treat you to—"

"No, I don't." you cut him off, more harshly than you intended to. "Look, Peter, I'm sorry. But I don't want anything to do with you, alright? So if you want, go ahead and find somebody else."

You shook your head, not even waiting for his reply and picking up the pace again, quickly rushing to the bus stop. That's when the guy showed you a side that you just suspected, but preferred to believe he didn't have

"C'mon, Y/n." he grabbed your arm, nails digging into your skin. "You won't broke my heart, will you? You're such a gentle, beautiful, kind woman. You will give me a chance."

You cleared your throat, feeling him get closer, and thinking about a certain Red Head — how she would gently, delicately graze your skin with her fingers, so softly whispering into your ear and bringing you to her embrace—

"Back off."

"Oh, no." he laughed. Such a creep. "I won't back off. And if you don't cooperate, I'll make you give me a chance."

Your hands trembled now, silently praying to whoever was seeing this just call the cops or do something. You didn't know the guy anyway. He didn't talk to anyone at work beside you, and you never got to know him, you would never. That's when it would be a good use to have a spy girlfriend. Just the last thing you expected to happen was to hear the sound of a gun cocking behind you, and a very familiar female voice.

"She said back off."

Relief unconsciously washed upon you as your arm was released, only because of the gun, though. You knew that if if wasn't for her, who knows what could've happened there. Peter left, annoyed, but the Russian swore to herself that she'd make his life a living hell.

"... Natasha?" you whisper, turning around with a confused and even scared frown.

"Yes," she worriedly rubbed your arm, shooting you, slowly making the feeling of the disgusting hand fade away. "Are you okay?"

"I am..." you nodded subtly, leaning into her touch. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I saw a woman being harassed. What was I supposed to do? Mind my business?" she said, obviously avoiding your question.

"You know this is not what I mean." you frowned, carefully letting go of her caress and wrapping your arms around yourself.

Natasha sighed, trying to think of a way to explain herself. 'Oh, I'm here because I miss you so much I can't even sleep anymore.'? No, it wouldn't do.

"I... followed you."

"Oh, great, so I'm being stalked twice today." you hissed, making Natasha look down with your harshness.

"No, Y/n.. I'm here for.. personal reasons. I saw you leaving work, and I noticed that guy following you. I decided to follow too, until he grabbed you and I knew I had to intervine." she explained quietly.

The fact she had said 'personal reasons' deeply hurt you, but you couldn't do anything, you had broken up after all. You nodded, and prepared yourself to walk tp the bus stop again.

"Wait," Natasha quickly stopped you, her eyebrows furrowed. "I won't let you go home like this."

This was something about the old Natasha you knew, the protective one. It was okay, you were tired, and a ride would be no harm. "Where's your getaway car?"

She smiled softly at your joke, and tilted her head. "Around the corner."

You two walked silently towards the vehicle, as she unlocked the doors with the keys and you entered the passenger seat. You threw your bag on the backseat before you could focus on the environment around you, and see the polaroid of you and Nat with the heart pendant you gave her hanging on the rearview mirror.

Natasha noticed your gaze as soon as she entered the driver seat, clearing her throat and starting the car's engine. "Couldn't bring myself to take those down."

You stayed silent, but your eyes could tell everything. I'm glad. Oh, I'm so glad.

Natasha remembered your address as if you hadn't broken up nine months ago, and when you reached your place, you too much disappointed for your own good.

"Thank you for the lift," you whispered, turning your body to be able to grab your bag from the backseat — in the exact same moment Natasha turned to unbuckle her seatbelt — your fronts touching, which made you two a little startled.

The problem was that you didn't pull away, neither of you. You slowly turned your head to meet Natasha's gaze, your face so close to hers you could feel her breath. Familiar. It was pure instinct, almost muscle memory, of the times she always kissed you goodbye when dropping you somewhere.

You didn't even notice your hand going up to hold the back of her neck, much less when she placed her hand on your thigh, and leaned in so your noses brushed. Natasha closed her eyes for a brief moment, almost savouring your closeness, your aura enveloping her once more. Then your lips barely, barely grazed, breath hitching, as she couldn't take it anymore.

The redhead pressed her lips against yours, giving them a long peck. It was surprising how much time you lasted without air. You didn't break the kiss, just darted the tip of your tongue out to lick her bottom lip, begging for entrance. She gave in, trying to pull you closer but being stopped by the goddamn control panel. As soon as you felt her tongue touching yours you realized that this was going too far. You pulled back harshly, leaving you two panting for air and a disappointed Nat.

"Do you..." you shakily breathed. "... wanna come in?"

"Mhm." Natasha hummed, turning off the engine. "Can I?"

You didn't answer, just opened the door and slipped out the car. As you entered, you could practically feel Natasha's eyes burning the place. How you didn't take down any picture of yours. How her stuff was spreading across the pavement. It gave her a sense of... hope? Of course, since she was in the same situation.

"So.. are you seeing anyone?" you asked her while kicking off your heels and leaving them by the door.

"I think you know the answer for that." the redhead practically hissed, making your head snap towards her.

"But I want you to say it." you retreated. "I want you to look at me in the eyes and tell me you didn't forget me. I want you to look at me in the eyes and tell me the reason of why you came to my town again and followed me when I left work. I want you to tell me the reason of why you kissed me just like we always did before."

"I didn't! I didn't forget you, Y/n!" Natasha snapped, looking away and tucking the loosen strands of hair of her braids behind her ears. "I didn't forget you and I never did. Alright? Happy now?"

"Is that so?" you laughed humorlessly, crossing your arms. "I thought you cared more about your superheroes buddies. Where are they now!?"

"I left them." Natasha replied, looking at you again with a mixture of anger and pain. "I left them and came back, to you, Y/n."

You froze at her words, swallowing your saliva. "... okay?"

"I came back here, because I wanted to at least a chance to explain myself. I wouldn't be able to live knowing that I hurt you, and that you think that I did it on purpose. So please, just give me a chance."

"...go on."

Natasha sighed in relief, exhaling the air she was holding. "I'm sure you know my story. You were the first one to know everything about it, about me. And I'm also sure you know you're the first one to ever love me. No one else ever loved me like you did."

You leaned against the kitchen counter, listening carefully to her words, ready to give her time and patience, like you usually did.

"... I didn't know what I was doing, Y/n. Every other relationship I had, ended in less than a week. Love is a weapon and it's letal for me, for people like me. I was, I am startled by all of this, by this fuzzy warm feeling that you always gave me, that you still do, in my thoughts.. the Avengers were my first family, and when I panicked, I tried to hang on to them. In order not to hurt you, and myself." she didn't even realize the tear rolling down her cheek, and shook her head. "That's it. I'm sorry for everything, but Y/n, you will always have a piece— you'll always have my whole heart in your hands. I'll get off your hair n—"

You couldn't. Not anymore. You rushed towards her and grabbed her face, cutting her off with a deep kiss. She was taking aback, but her hands traveled to your waist, pulling you flush against her, your fronts pressing. Nothing changed. Natasha pushed you backwards against your room's door, her tongue entering your mouth and dancing with yours. You could feel yourself getting lost in her, damn it, once more. It was like she had this spell on you — you were trapped, and didn't complain.

"Y/n," the russian uttered, hands slipping inside your shirt and giving your waist a squeeze. "I've got to have you again, at least for one last time. Please, just this once—"

Tired of her rambling, you smirked and grabbed her by the jacket, pulling her into a kiss again and dragging her into the room, slamming the door shut. Natasha took this as a 'yes', and her hands, under you shirt, went to unclasp your bra, making it fall to the ground and a groan of relief escape your throat. Before she could remove the rest of the fabric of your body, you stopped her, pushing her down to the bed.

"I always wanted to do that," you started to slowly, so slow that it almost tortured her take off your clothes, stripteasing for her.

"Shit, Y/n." she quickly started to get rid off her jacket, snd everything else she was wearing. You were careful not to trip on the pile of clothes on the floor, and walked over to her again, straddling her leg on the edge of the bed.

Natasha's hand grabbed your hips roughly, keeping you in place and it didn't take two seconds before you started to grind on her. "Nat," you breathed, arms going to circle her neck.

"Who else touched you like this while I was away?" she growled in your ear, pressing your body against hers. "Answer me,"

"No one," you whined, giving her a subtle shake of your head. "No one, Natty. J-just myself,"

"My poor girl," Nat began to roam her hands up your sides, her lips pressing kisses on your jawline, "I'm so sorry I wasn't there to help,"

"You're here now..!" you gasped, your movements faster, as she began to move her thigh to stimulate you more.

"And I don't plan on going away," Natasha murmured, tilting your head to look at her in the eyes. Even in your high, you could make sense of her words, and the weight they beared.

"Nat!" you moaned, closing your eyes shut. "I need... please.. I—I need you, inside me."

Natasha almost lost her mind with that, grabbing your hips and pinning you down to the bed. She reached her arm out for the drawer that she hoped your strap still was, and luckily, she was right. "I'm gonna fuck you like never before, Y/n." she attached the silicone cock to her hips with urgency, holding your hips in place as she ran the tip of it across your folds, making you whine in need.

"Don't tease me," you gently gripped her arms on your hips and looked at her with dreamy eyes. She couldn't resist — but your walls were so tight she had to put a little effort to enter you.

"Holy fuck, baby." she moved her hand to brush your hair behind your ear, giving you a little time to get used to the length. "So fucking tight for me,"

"I—" you breathed, interrupted when Nat started to slowly move in and out you, her red hair falling into your face. You moaned, putting her hair up in a makeshift ponytail and with your free hand, holding her neck. "God, I missed you,"

Natasha pounded faster in you with those words, your moans only getting louder by the second. She grabbed one of your legs and placed it over her shoulder, allowing her to hit your g-spot repeatedly. You thumb went to your mouth, wetting it and starting to rub her clit — she couldn't say she expected that, her soft moans saying everything.

"Cum with me," you breathlessly requested, eyes fluttering close. Natasha didn't have to be asked twice. Her hips slammed into yours, the wet sounds of her thrusting echoing the room. "Natty!"

You back arched, head thrown backwards as your orgasm hit you. Natasha's legs shook, her weight falling onto you and your arms immediately wrapping around her, keeping her close.

"Don't make me go away,"

"I could never."

[jennapancake]

The Monsters Creator

Minho x Reader

Description: Minho's loved you since the moment he saw you. How far is he willing to go to make sure you're only his?

Warnings: Yandere themes (Yandere Minho), Female reader, Mentions of offing, possessiveness, manipulation?, pet names, Stalking mentioned, Pining, one kiss. Lmk if I missed anymore!

A/n: I haven't posted in awhile and this was kinda spur of the moment so idk. But I hope y'all like it I'm actually kinda happy with this one. Don't forget to send in requests!

Minho who fell in love hard the moment he saw you come up in the box. I mean what guy wouldn’t when he’s been starved of the company of another female for years and a gorgeous girl like you comes up, in a state of disarray and confusion. And what kind of gentleman would he be if he didn’t comfort you and be your shoulder to cry on as you adjusted to this new life stuck in the maze, with all these boys. with him.

Minho made it clear he had called dibs on you from the moment you got there. No one but him could touch you. Could be near you. Could love you. Whenever another boy got close or even spoke a word to you, Minho would know. Immediately jumping into the conversation and once you left threatening the boy with a glare that usually made them cower, but on the rare chance it didn’t he’d step in. Do what he had to.

The closest a boy ever got to you was a greenie. Minho thinks his name was Spencer or Tanner or something stupid along those lines. His name didn’t matter, okay?! The boy didn’t heed Minho’s warnings, calling his bluff or so he thought. I mean what could the boy do? A lot actually.

You see Minho gained Spencer's trust, building it for months, allowing the boy closer to his friends. To you. Just for him to convince Spencer to be a runner. The boy following Minho into the maze only to be pushed against a wall and given lets say….a talking to. Spencer didn’t make it back to the glade that night and he didn’t come back the next morning either. Or the morning after that. Or after that.

Minho assumed you’d be broken, devastated even at the loss of your new found friend. He was ready to console you with open arms but all you ever did was glance at the door, your arms crossed before going on and doing your job for the day. He assumed you just knew loss was a given with the maze.

The only exceptions to the rules of no touching and talking came down to Newt, Alby and Frypan of course I mean his closest friends were the only ones he could trust. Who in a way encouraged his such strong feelings. Who he knew could keep an eye on you when he was in a maze searching for a way out, a way he wasn’t sure he wanted anymore. He couldn’t handle the thought of a bigger world outside the walls, a world you could roam without him. Could escape from him.

The next time a boy got close to you Minho was ready. He gained the boy's trust once more, letting him think he had a chance with you just to “lose” him in the maze. He was sure this time you’d need his comfort, his shoulder to cry on like you did when you first arrived at the glade. He thought you’d want him again, need him again. I mean he somehow let you get closer to this one, hoping it would hurt more than the last so your independent and tough facade would crumble and you’d fall right back to him. But this time you simply stared at the doors as they closed, you were the first one to leave each time the crowd gathered. Always sharing an unamused, knowing glance at Minho before patting his shoulder and walking away. There’s no way you could know, right?

This happened a few more times and by a few I mean about a couple dozen names were crossed off the wall just because they got too close to his girl. You may not have known it yet but you were his and the rest of the boys who had common sense knew it too. All he had to do was ask you to be his. You wouldn’t say no. You couldn’t. Minho was the boy closest to you and he knew that. You had to have fallen for him by now.

So when the next boy came and went or well was "handled". Minho decided it was time. You would be his.

“Hello, beautiful.” He wolf whistled as he walked into the little hut he had the builders make for just you. His perfect girl. The hut he knew you’d one day eventually share. “What do you want, Minho?” You rolled your eyes, an amused smile adorning your features. “Just checking in, making sure you’re alright after tonight?” He gave the best sympathetic smile he could muster which looked more like an evil smirk as he stepped closer to you. “I’m fine.” You shrug nonchalantly, the boy tilting his head in confusion.

Every boy he always let get closer and closer to you than the last but still you were always unfazed, always giving Minho that same look. “Are you sure? I know you were close with Albert.” He tried again, prying, hoping this facade he was sure you held would finally break until you sobbed to him as he held you in his arms, confessing your biggest fears to him just so he could kiss your tears away, tell you about how you always had him. How you only need him.

But instead you shrugged once more “Alvin” You corrected “And not really. Didn’t know him as well as you probably did. I mean seeing as he was your runner.” You stated, that knowing glint in your eye as you eyed him wearily, your arms crossed. “Ah I mean barely. He just started as a runner. Must’ve made a bad call on his running abilities.” He lied, horribly at that. Well I mean if he were talking to anyone else but you they may have believed it but you could read Minho like a book. With all his stalking and constant need to be near you, you grew quite intelligent on what made Minho well Minho.

“You’ve been making bad calls like that a lot recently.” You glared, amusement still in your features but different from your first amused smile you presented him at his entrance. “What can I say, Princess I trust too easily.” He smiled or more smirked at you before confusion took hold of his features as you laughed “What? What’s so funny?” He asked as you just smirked back at the boy “How stupid do you think I am?” You asked, stepping closer with every word until the boy backed into the wall behind him. “Wha- I don’t-” The boy stammered at your closeness until you cut him off with a stern finger on his chest. “Don’t play dumb with me. I know what you do… How you feel when you see them talk to me, when you allow them to get closer to me….when you lead them into that maze.” You state, your face inching closer to his until you're whispering the words in a faint brush against his lips to the point he’s holding his breath in fear and anticipation. “I am not a stupid little girl, Minho. And you are too grown up enough to confess your feelings, your fears instead of bottling them up and taking them out on poor boys who do not know a thing about this place.” You scolded as you stepped back from the boy, leaving him whimpering at the empty cold space that nipped his skin where your warmth used to be. “I am not your property for you to shelter and isolate. I can protect myself. I am allowed to speak with whomever I want. Be with whoever I want.” You stated once more, back facing the boy as you spoke your feelings and you were right to speak your mind. He knew that but that last sentence crossed the line. You were his. Only his.

The boy quickly crossed the room in such quick steps you didn’t even notice until the air was knocked from your lungs and you were pinned against the wall. “You are mine.” The boy practically growled down at you. “No other boy can have you. I have done all of this for you. For us.” Tears glimmered in the boys eyes as he stared down at you with so many emotions. Anger, fear, sadness, love. “You did it for yourself.” You argued back, unwavering no matter how deeply it hurt to see the boy in front of you cry, he was a monster. “I DID IT FOR US” He screamed those words once more causing you to flinch back into the wall behind you, “I did it so we could be together, just like we’ve always wanted.” He said, this time gently as he caressed your cheek, trying to ease your fear. “I never wanted this, Minho.” You whispered back only resulting in an amused scoff as the boy leaned in closer to you. “Then why’d you let it go on for so long?” He chuckled darkly as you gaped up at him. And he was right.

You had known since the beginning. You had let it go on for years and yet you just now said something. In a way you knew a sick part of you liked it. Liked knowing Minho was so possessive over you. That he wanted you, That he loved you. That he would kill for you.

“You like it don’t you?” Minho smirked, noting the look in your eyes, you shook your head, eyes pleading with him. “Darling, it’s okay I always knew you were made for me. It just makes me love you more, knowing you’re just as crazy as I am..” He smirked, “I am nothing like you.” You tried to state only for your voice to shake. “Maybe, Maybe not. But you know I know you better than anyone else here…” He began, his lips moving closer to your own as you looked up at him “and I may be a monster but you’re the reason I am one. You my love, are my creator.” And with that he finally smashed his lips against yours in a hungry, long overdue kiss which you returned immediately because he was right. You knew he was. He was a monster but so were you.

[syrupfog]

The thing about being a pirate is that you can’t get too attached to anything you own. 

Ships go down. Ships get stolen or looted. You change crews. 

Maybe pre-pirating your whole island was razed to the ground and you escaped with only the clothes on your back and your odd hat. 

It’s just a known fact; don’t get too attached to anything. 

THAT’S why Law keeps his Sora collection a SECRET. 

He knows it’s not wise to keep on board the Tang. He knows he’s just ASKING for a leak. He keeps the comics in waterproof containers as if that will help if they sink.

Honestly rule number one of being a pirate is “don’t eat a devil fruit you dumbass you need to swim” but he’d already broken that rule so he might as well break rule number two; “don’t get attached to anything you own.” 

He got very attached.

When the Tang explodes, everyone makes it out. Which makes sense, because everyone (except for Law) are North Blue survivors, MADE for those icy ocean temps. It’s great, he’s eternally grateful he can trust his crew. 

He’s just a little devastated that his collection is gone.

In the mean time, while debating how to get ahold of a second ship (would Wolf be willing to come out of retirement…?), they’re stuck on the Going Luffy again. Fucking creepy ass ship. But at least Law spends enough time getting pissed at Barto that he barely misses his things.

(That’s a lie; he used to reread one comic a night. He misses them a lot). 

Two weeks into their stay, though, they finally catch up to the Sunny (which of the Straw Hats was dumb enough to give Barto their vivre card?) and as soon as they’re close enough, Law realises that he made a mistake, lounging on the deck to nap. 

Because, like some sort of beacon, Luffy spots him instantly as he slingshots from one ship to the other. 

“TraaaaaaaffFFFFFYYYYYY” 

Law makes a quick room and switches himself with Bepo, who screams as Luffy crashes into him.

“Bear!!” Luffy yells. “You’re not Traffy!” 

“No! Sorry!” 

Luffy gets up and brushes himself off. “Oh, Traffy! When did you get over there?” 

“When you decided to try to kill me with that landing,” Law says, cracking his neck. 

Luffy laughs at him. 

LUFFY is made of rubber. Law is not made of rubber and he does not think Luffy ever remembers that. 

“I’m so glad you guys are here!” Luffy says, ignoring the insinuation that he would commit murder. “It’s been so BORING lately! And Nami says you guys don’t have a ship right now!”

Ah yes, Nami does read the paper religiously. 

“We’re working on it,” Law says, ignoring Bepo’s sad expression. 

“Well until then, you should join us!” Luffy says. “Since we’re in an alliance and all!” 

“We are NOT,” Law snaps, “still in an alliance! That’s finished!”

Luffy laughs. “Okay,” he says. 

Law doesn’t think that okay is real. 

“But anyway, Sanji says you should all come over for dinner! He’s making meat!” 

Barto, who has only just appeared (probably doing his hair), perks up. “Me too, Luffy Senpai??”

“Uh,” says Luffy. “Yeah, sure!” 

Barto has stars in his eyes. 

Law sighs. Barto is too much to handle on the best of days. 

“Fine Straw Hat,” he says. “We’ll be there.” 

They eat on the deck of the Sunny, because there’s not enough room in the galley. It’s a clear, starry night.

The Sunny’s headed to Elbaf. 

Law sits at the edge and watches his crew make up to Usopp and Franky. Bunch of nerds, the lot of them. 

He watches Luffy, too, as he eats a mammoth portion and then immediately lays down for a nap. 

Law’s spent a lot of time watching Luffy.

He doesn’t get it, how one person can have such magnetism. Luffy could have the whole world bowing at his feet if he wanted. Law knows this because he could easily count himself among them. 

He doesn’t understand why Luffy continues to seek HIM out.

He’s a hell of a lot grumpier than Luffy’s acquired crew. He’s also clearly been born with bad luck; it follows him like a plague. He’s not fun to be around. 

But for some reason Luffy keeps finding him and looking happy when he does. 

It’s weird.

Tonight, after half the crews have retired and Luffy’s woken up from his food coma, he does the same thing. He zeroes in on Law and sidles up to him. 

“Hey!” He says, sandals slapping the deck. “You’re being all weird and lonely!” 

“Shut up, Straw Hat. You’re just too friendly.”

Luffy puts his hands in his hips as he laughs. “You’re friendly,” he says. “You’re just not happy about it.” 

That’s incredibly wrong. Law scowls. 

“Now come on.” Luffy reaches down and pulls Law to his feet. “Sanji’s doing dishes.” 

“So…?” 

Luffy puts a finger to his lips.

Then he makes an INCREDIBLE amount of noise as he runs across the deck with Law in tow (and protesting about it) down to the men’s bunk room. 

Chopper and Jinbei are already asleep but the light is on, and Zoro’s sitting in his bunk polishing his swords. He looks at them when they enter and snorts. “Stealing from your own crew, now, Luffy?” 

Luffy laughs and Law starts to protest— or question?— but he’s pulled over to the lockers and Luffy starts rummaging through one that’s full of suits and smells sickeningly of cigarette smoke.

From the bottom he pulls out a box of— 

“Is that— Sora?” Law breathes. This is the GRAND LINE. How did someone get SORA COMICS? 

“Yep!” Luffy opens the box and starts getting his sticky fingers ALL OVER THEM. “The bear said you love this stuff! And that you lost yours!”

“I—“ how did Bepo…? 

Of course Bepo knew. Damn him. Snooping bear. 

“Sanji hates these things. I dunno why he insists on keeping them.” 

Luffy gives up thumbing through them and instead sticks his GREASY HANDS IN and just pulls out 90% of the stack at random.

“Here you go!” 

Law gapes at him. 

“Straw Hat, you can’t just—“ 

Luffy grins. “Sanji won’t to notice!” 

There’s two comics left in the box. Sanji will definitely notice. 

Still, Law could never turn down this opportunity. He takes the stack with REVERENCE, realising these are the OLD ones, the ones with the much darker plot lines and terrible airbrush coloring. 

Holy shit. They’re first editions. 

He may have started crying right there, if not for the fact that he’s suddenly pulled out of his thoughts by incredibly loud, incredibly fake snoring.

He looks over. Zoro’s still holding his sword oil as he “sleeps”. 

If he were a better man, Law would talk to Sanji about this. 

But he’s not a better man. He’s a pirate. 

Law makes a room big enough to reach the Going Luffy and reaches out with his free hand, grabbing Luffy.

He switches them with a Luffy statue from his own “guest” room.

Luffy laughs as Law lets go. “That’s so cool, we should prank people,” he says. 

“Later,” Law says. He sits down on the floor in front of his hammock and starts carefully shuffling through the Sora.

Honestly he’s so caught up in finding out what volumes are there that he almost forgets he brought Luffy with him until the captain reaches out from next to him and points at one of the covers. 

“Hey that looks like Sanji’s brother!” 

Law rolls his eyes and starts talking about how it couldn’t possibly be whoever Sanji’s brother is because Sora came out when HE was a kid and Sanji’s too young for that, and anyway Straw Hat don’t you know anything about the LORE? 

He talks about the lore. 

He talks for a LONG time about the lore.

And the worst part of all is that Luffy pays attention for all of it, nodding like he’s listening. 

(He can’t possibly be) 

(But that’s okay) 

When Law is done going through each comic and explaining the plots in detail, he realises just how much he’s forced down Luffy’s throat.

He starts to apologise but then he looks up at Luffy and sees him grinning. 

“We should’ve taken all of them,” Luffy says. “You clearly care about them a lot.” 

Law… blushes. Gets bright fucking red. “It’s a hobby,” he says. “It’s not important.” 

“But you like it,” Luffy says.

“And that makes it important.” 

Law stares at him. 

He has the unnerving urge to kiss him. 

“Straw Hat…” 

Luffy leans forward, eyes wide. 

Shockingly, he does what Law would never follow through on. 

He kisses him. 

HE KEEPS HIS EYES OPEN, THOUGH. LAW DOESN'T LIKE THAT.

Law reels back after the initial kiss. “LU-YA CLOSE YOUR EYES WHEN YOU KISS SOMEONE.” 

Luffy pouts. “No! I wanna see you!” 

Law scoffs. His face is SO hot. “Shut up.” 

He covers Luffy’s eyes and kisses him back. 

Luffy’s a terrible kisser. 

Law likes that.

He likes that there’s something he’s bad at. Because everything else about Luffy is so incredible. 

Luffy goes to deepen the kiss but when he surges forward he knocks one of the comics with his foot and Law immediately stops the kiss to clean up everything.

When breakfast happens in the morning, Sanji complains briefly about someone breaking into his locker and messing sigh his stuff, but Zoro makes a remark that Sanji’s just upset because he hides sex toys in his locker and got found out. 

They start fighting.

Luffy sits next to Law and eats all his pancakes, while Law picks at the accompanying fruit and eggs. 

Then, under the table, Luffy grabs his hand. 

Luffy’s hand is SO sticky. 

Like, did he stick his hand IN the maple syrup? 

Law lets it happen, though.

It’s good. It’s nice. 

He fell asleep in the hammock last night with Luffy. Reading Sora. 

Pirates can’t afford to get attached to things. Things get lost and looted and stolen. 

But just this once. Just this once Law will try again.

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* FINAL CHAPTER * Chapter 20: Our Comfort Zone

My heart laid heavy in my chest. The beauty of LA had faded, landing us in the vibrant, Boston-green summer time.

It looked happy. 

I looked happy. Most of the time I had found myself laughing harder and harder. Then, the single thought of his face popped into my mind, dying--cold and alone. It didn't make me sympathetic, it just made me numb. 

The lack of feeling was only accompanied by a certain sadness, one that was not devastated in the way I felt I should be. It was more of a depression of missed opportunities. He had known he was dying for a while. He had time to truly make amends. 

He didn’t. 

He still hadn’t. 

My dad was dying, any day I was warned might be the last. Weeks passed by, bags being packed as I prepared to move myself across the country. No item set in the bag brought me any nostalgia of his smiling face. I reminisced on his scowl that painted his expression while folding my baby blanket into the suitcase. That was it. 

“Kid…if you want to talk to him, time is closing up. It’s your decision,” Jimmy’s voice rings out, closing my thoughts as I straighten my gaze in front of me. The weight of his arm pulls me in comfortingly, my head falling on his shoulder with an emotional exhaustion. “--but, if you want to say something…I don’t think he’s gonna make it another week.” he explains. 

I had known time was closing. Jimmy gave me updates, ones he acquired from Johnny through work. I knew my answer, I knew what I wanted to do–I just didn’t want to have others look at me like I took a dying man’s last wish from his lifeless hands. 

“Hey,” My eyes flicker towards Matt, his shoes pattering into his room as he witnesses the sight before him. Jimmy squeezes my shoulders one last time before walking out of the bedroom. The pile of clothes strayed on the comforter makes my eyes squint with frustration, my hands covering my face. 

I hear his footsteps near, his body heat radiating onto my back. My wrists adorn his gentle hands as he peels my palms from covering my eyes. “Hey, take a deep breath,” he suggests. 

My body reacts to his words, air falling like a waterfall from my lips as the anxiety settles in the pit of my gut. “Good,” he encourages, letting his hand wander up and down my arms comfortingly. “--now, talk to me. I know it’s about your da–George.” he says, correcting himself quickly. 

George. 

The name that lingered in my mind, making my body toss in the sheets of a bed I found a safe haven. He haunted my heaven, my peace, no matter how much love I seemed to feel in the arms of home. The bitter scent of cigarette smoke lingered in the air of my mind somehow. I mean--it still littered my skin with a scar.

A wound that had healed on the surface only.

Sometimes, I wondered if he had ever stepped foot in Jimmy and Marylou’s house. 

Has he ever seen what a home looks like?

Has he ever felt what a home feels like?

Bitter-sweet. 

“I…I don’t know, Matt.” I let out. 

I did know. My mind had corrupted around my decision for a longer time than I was willing to admit. I just couldn’t seem to say it. 

Matt’s hands squeeze the tops of my arms gently as I see him from my peripheral vision. “I know your heart is telling you something. I know you, Y/n. Whatever decision you make, we’re all here for you. I’m here for you.” he whispers. 

My bottom lip quivers at his words. The sense of security created by the numbness clouding my emotions had always seemed to falter around Matt–especially when his lips uttered words soft enough to make me hurt. It wasn’t a hurt in a bad way—it was good, unfamiliar. Words I had always wanted to hear, but never did until my soul touched his. 

“I…I don’t know how to say it…I just–am I a bad person for wanting to leave things as they are? I have nothing left to say to the man,” my shoulders shrink inward as I feel Matt pull my body back against his, supporting my weight. “--The only words I have left are anger, things that won’t bring him or me any more peace. I just–I don’t have it in myself to give him more.” My breath staggers sharply as Matt brushes a stray piece of hair behind my ear. “What if people think I’m a bad person? I–what if that does make me a bad person? I…” The words fall helplessly off my tongue. Matt wraps his arms in front of me, caging me in his warm embrace. 

“You’re not a bad person for protecting your peace. You deserve to be selfish, you deserve to finally let go of this–of him. Your heart is telling you how to heal, listen to it.” he says. 

The gentle words reach my ears like church hymns. A subtle silence consumes us as I lean further into his embrace. The well of tears overflows, letting a single hot stream of emotion run down my cheek as I sigh a breath of relief. 

“I…thank you—I, um, I do–” my words break into pieces of a phrase. The soothing circles of his fingers clasp tighter as he presses a kiss to the side of my head. 

I feel his warmth breath against my ear, his nose grazing my scalp. “You don’t have to thank me–or even say anything. I’m here for you, I always wanna be here for you.” he says. 

I nod, letting my head nuzzle into the crook of his shoulder. The moment of silence indulges my mind with a comfort, a relieving ache in my heart. 

His chest vibrates against me, a chuckle from his lips slicing into the silence. “I love you, but we gotta pack. I’ll help you, okay?” I nod in agreement, watching as he starts to pile the clothes into the suitcase. 

“We have graduation in two days. I think Laura said the plan was to pack up the moving truck beforehand, so set aside whatever you’re wearing for the next couple of days. We leave on Sunday.” he mentions. 

A couple of days. 

The thrill in my veins is apparent as I giddily start pulling various clothes off of hangers from his–well, our closet. 

Our closet. 

Our room. 

Our home.

Our love.

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The adrenaline had pushed through every ounce of my skin. Walking in front of hundreds of people was nerve racking to say the least. I was jealous. Nick, Matt, and Chris all got to walk, one after the other. I was stuck people away from them, searching for the comforting eyes that seemed to ease my anxiety to a puddle of rain.

My heels clacked on the stage. I barely remember anything from walking across. Honestly, I think if I had taken ten shots of straight liquor, it would be the same for my memory. A sense of accomplishment had overridden the anxiety into joy afterwards. Years of effort and hardwork, paying off. 

I wasn’t going to college. At first, it had been a scary statement, but now…not so much. Laura was just as sweet as Marylou. She had introduced me to her side of things on social media, even linking me to a couple of her own clients. I loved it. 

Life seemed impeccably good. Love surrounded every corner of my mind, healing the cracks in misconstrued beliefs. 

I am good enough. 

I am loveable. 

Marylou and Jimmy had embraced me in the group hug that Chris had insisted on. Madi had snapped the picture of the moment, sending it to me hours after. 

I had bid her a ‘see you later’ as we parted ways at the airport. She was flying out a day later, given that she didn’t want to rush herself too much with packing. 

Era was hard to hug. I melted in her arms, promising to call her at least every week. Her tears drenched my shirt, my wet sobs echoed through the airport lounge, soaking into her blouse. I knew we were going to visit. We had already started planning to come back after getting settled, but she was the person I had first texted when I needed pads. 

She was the first person I remembered hugging me like family. 

I thought she would be the only person too, but that belief had been washed away by gentle waves of blue water. Blue waves crashed on the sand, gentle enough to soothe the footprints to a flat surface. 

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My heart was pumping out of my chest. A thin layer of sweat had started to dry down as I looked proudly around the room. 

Our room. 

“You like it, sweetheart?” Matt asks, slinging an arm around me. I place my palm on his chest. My eyes flicker towards him as I nod with a smile. He looks down at me with a soft halo of the sun gleaming into his eyes. I let myself bask in the sight of his admirable gaze, his arm tightening around me. 

“I, um, I was gonna give this to you on our date later, but I…I just can’t wait,” I see him reach around, pulling a velvet jewelry box out of his back pocket. My heart stutters in my chest, my eyes going wide as I look into his blue orbs. “Don’t freak out–I’m not proposing. Well, yet…but, I want to one day. It’s um…” he flicks open the small box. 

I gasp, my hands covering my mouth at the bedazzling sight. “Matt!” I exclaim breathlessly. 

He turns the box, a proud smile covering his face as he pulls the jewelry out. “It’s a promise ring. I got it in your size, but I know sometimes you hate having things on your hand…” Lifting up the necklace laced with a ring, he gestures for me to turn around. 

I let my hands drop to my sides, feeling his body heat wave off onto me. His focused breath fans on my ear as he brushes my hair to the side. I grab it, allowing him to clasp the jewelry. The intimacy of his delicate fingers shoots goosebumps on the back of my neck. The weight of the jewelry creates a comforting reassurance of security as I settle my hair back into place. 

“I…thank you,” I breathe out. I turn around, letting my hands fiddle with the simple ring hanging on the dainty necklace chain. 

My speechless mind runs laps around the anticipation of his eyes as I look up. “I still wanna take you on the date, I just…wanted to make a special memory, right here, in our new room.” he explains. 

I pout with adoration. My arms lurch, folding around his shoulders as he hugs me around the waist. “I love you, I love you so much.” I whisper.

Matt pulls back, letting his hand reach up and graze the hairs behind my ear. “I love you so much. Now, let’s go on that date and make some more memories, hm?” he suggests. 

I nod giddily, putting my hand in his as he drags us out the door of our home.

The outside air greets us with a wavering scent of unfamiliarity. Nothing in sight brings any comfort of familiarity. The unknown taunts me as I clutch onto Matt’s hand tighter, breathing a sigh of relief from the warmth radiating nostalgia and peace. 

“It’ll be okay, don’t worry. I’m right here with you. We’ll figure things out around here together.” Matt says, looking down towards me. 

I nod my head in agreement, following the pull of his hand around mine. 

Our steps walk down the sidewalk, a small trail leading off into a grassy area. Matt nudges my shoulder. I follow his floundering eyes, smiling at the endearing sight of a green checkered blanket laid in the middle of the field of worn grass that seems more yellow than green. 

“I know, I couldn’t find another blue blanket, but…” our feet meet the edge of the blanket as he gestures for me to sit down. I fold my hands under my knees, letting my weight fall slowly onto the sullen grass, expecting the hard surface of the dirt. Instead, I hear the air push out from the pillowy blanket. “--I found this one. It’s almost like a comforter, but–I figure with all the, you know, ‘lively’ grass around here, we’d want something more comfortable.” he explains.

I nod, watching as he sits next to me. The grass field extends in front of us for a short distance, a noticeable cliff drop off adjacent with the roofs of houses able to be seen. I admire the sight, the beaming sun settling just above the horizon. 

“Thank you,” I voice, turning my head towards Matt’s. 

“Of course, it’s not too far, it’s honestly one of the reasons I wanted the place so bad.” he mentions. 

I smile at him, my eyes darting behind us. I look in search of the familiar architecture of our new home. My eyes trace blindly, anxiety making my body swivel further around. 

“Hey,” I feel Matt’s hand clasp down around my thigh. My attention shifts forwards again. I catch his glance, seeing a knowing look in his eye. “Don’t worry—soon this will feel like home too.” A light laugh sways from his lips as he looks back at the sunset. The subtle squeeze of his hand around my thigh makes my anxiety shift outward as I let out a deep, uncertain breath. 

“I guess I’m just nervous, you know? I mean, we’re so far from everything I know. I just…” I trail off, mindlessly looping my fingers to the necklace around my neck. A smile reaches my face as I come into contact with the cold metal. I notice how much my body is leaning against his, a habit I hadn’t even acknowledged had become a habit. 

“It’s okay to be a little nervous, I am too, but…I mean,” his eyes flicker to mine. The soft sun makes his eyes seem endless, a house of mirrors reflecting perfection with each detail consumed by his pupils dialing. “--I’m your comfort zone, right?” I nod, biting the inside of my cheek softly. He leans downward, his forehead resting against mine as our eyes sink into each other, looking deeper than they had before. “I’m not going anywhere.” he lets out. 

His lips curl into a smile as I reach up to cup his cheek. I brush my thumb along the stubble lining his jaw, appreciating the intimacy of his eyes. I felt naked under his blue orbs, but not uncomfortable. It felt natural. A sheer, white nightgown floated on my body as I danced through a field of grass in my head. Sun drifted against my skin, the lack of fabric allowing the most delicate parts of my soul to be caressed with the heavenly warmth. 

His love felt like honey. His touch felt like cold water in the burning heat. Nothing but comfort chiseled in the lines of his forehead all the way to his rough, calloused fingertips. 

“I’m not going anywhere either.” I say. 

His smile grows. I feel the heat of his hand cover mine as I appreciate the soft prickle of his facial hair underneath my fingers. 

“Good,” he says, leaning further into my touch. “--because you’re my comfort zone too.” he says. 

The confession falls heavenly from his lips like a light rain from the clouds. He pulls my hand back from his face ever so slightly, pulling each individual finger to his lips, planting soft kisses on each finger. The comforting love and adoration leaks from his lips, creating a home in my own skin as he worships my body. 

He’s my comfort zone. 

I had known that for some time. My hand automatically reached for his, desperately wishing to have his skin against mine. It was a habit. It was in my true nature somehow. 

But, now…I am his comfort zone. 

The gentle kiss of his lips seemed to form into a familiar feeling, one that made my skin crawl with pure bliss. I watched the gentle crease in his brows unforrow with each passing peck along my fingertips, now shifting to plant the gentle touches on my knuckles. 

Our room. 

Our home.

Our comfort zone. 

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

Thank you so much for all of the love and support! This story is my favorite piece of work I’ve ever written and I hope to continue building on my skills to create more stories just as close to my heart as this one. 

Along this note, I have some ideas…

Like I said, this story is very close to my heart. It hurts to write ‘Final Chapter’ while typing this on my computer. I've always wanted to do this, but let me know what you think. 

So, this is the final chapter–chapter of Comfort Zone, however, I was thinking it might be cool to create ‘one shots’ within this realm of Y/n and Matt. This could be going back to during the plot line, or in the future. I know you guys LOVE your smut, I'd be open to writing more of it through these characters, along with FLUFF and ANGST!!! Anything really!

If this is wanted, please let me know in my inbox any requests you specifically have or if you like this idea. I’ll probably still do it regardless, but if there's something you REALLY want, I won’t know unless you tell me and I get lost in notifications here lol. 

THANK YOU FOR READING MY WORK AND SHOWING YOUR LOVE FOR IT!!! Now, let's make out. Thx. 

With love and big tits, 

Rose

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Eric is an underrated Barbie King

I know most people think about Julian or Dominick when it comes to the OG Barbie Movie love interests, but I feel like a lot of people don't think about Eric [the Nutcracker]. It could be because Barbie in the Nutcracker was the first movie released, and more people remember Princess and the Pauper because of the music but I really recommend BITN.

Eric has one of the most tragic backstories out of the entire BCU cast, aside from maybe Blair (Princess Charm School). Before the movie even begins-

Eric is orphaned, having already lost both parents to an unknown cause. Before his father passed, he said that Eric was not to have the Scepter until he was ready to be king- the Mouse refused to give up control and the power he wielded. With this, the Mouse cursed Eric into a Nutcracker form and began a manhunt to literally murder him. The Mouse, verbally, wants Eric dismembered, crushed, or burned alive, to the point of hunting him across realms. Along with that, the Mouse has also killed entire villages of people and cursed soldiers into mice forms (Eric later calls them traitors, meaning they might have had a choice of being turned into mice). Eric and Clara encounter the Peppermint village with no survivors beside two children who were gone before the massacre.

Because of the curse and the manhunt, Eric had to go into hiding and kept his true identity hidden from all those he met. During this time, the citizens of Parthenia had no idea what happened to the heir to the throne, being led to believe that he had either abandoned his people or killed by the Mouse. Later, when meeting Capt. Candy/Major Mint, Mint declared that Eric was lazy, irresponsible, and useless. Candy appeared devastated when "Nutcracker" said Eric was destroyed by the Mouse.

And yet, despite all of this, Eric remained determined to find the one person who could bring his people happiness- the Sugar Plum Princess. Eric didn't care what happened to him, yet he constantly showed compassion and kindness toward those he met. He was protective of Clara, yet treating her as an equal. He trusted her, he knew that she could save him- without knowing that she was the Sugar Plum Princess. He risked his life to not only protect her, but Capt Candy, rescuing him from the river chasm without a second thought.

Eric was willing to fight to the death to protect his people and to protect Clara. He, unknowingly, earned his people's respect by standing up to the Mouse, putting his own life at risk to protect Clara, before she broke the curse.

Eric is a kind-hearted, patient, and brave hero who shows only love to Clara. I believe he deserves to be mentioned alongside Julian and Dominick in terms of well known Barbie men.

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Happy National Library Week!

Celebrate National Library Week with us by learning more about the history of libraries!

The Library: A Fragile History by Andrew Pettegree & Arthur der Weduwen

Famed across the known world, jealously guarded by private collectors, built up over centuries, destroyed in a single day, ornamented with gold leaf and frescoes or filled with bean bags and children's drawings - the history of the library is rich, varied, and stuffed full of incident. In this volume, Andrew Pettegree and Arthur der Weduwen explore the contested and dramatic history of the library, from the famous collections of the ancient world to the embattled public resources we cherish today. 

Freedom Libraries by Mike Selby

As the Civil Rights Movement exploded across the United States, public libraries were not immune from racial segregation. Numerous libraries were desegregated on paper only: there would be no cards given to African-Americans, no books for them to read, and no furniture for them to use. It was these exact conditions that helped create Freedom Libraries. This book delves into how these libraries were the heart of the Civil Rights Movement, as well as the remarkable courage of the people who used them.  

Syria's Secret Library by Mike Thomson

Daraya lies on the fringe of Damascus, just southwest of the Syrian capital. Besieged by government forces early in the Syrian Civil War, its people were deprived of food, bombarded by heavy artillery, and under the constant fire of snipers. But deep beneath this scene of frightening devastation lay a hidden library. The story of this extraordinary place and the people who found purpose and refuge in it is one of hope, human resilience, and above all, the timeless, universal love of literature.

Burning the Books by Richard Ovenden

Libraries and archives have been attacked since ancient times, but have been especially threatened in the modern era. Today the knowledge they safeguard faces purposeful destruction and willful neglect; deprived of funding, libraries are fighting for their very existence. More than simply repositories for knowledge, libraries and archives inspire and inform citizens. This book recounts the history that brought us to this point.

[midnightshade]

I find myself thinking about Kokushibo and his family a lot. His wife and children, I mean.

Him abandoning them was wrong, but at the same time, I can't entirely blame him. It was clearly an arranged marriage and one that he wasn't happy in. Even though he described it as "peaceful", he also followed that up with "boring." For someone like Kokushibo, who's entire passion is swordsmanship and improving himself, I can see how that would ultimately lead to a feeling of discontent and listlessness.

However; my sympathy also extends naturally to his wife and children. Just like him, they were forced into a situation they also had little choice in. Kokushibo's wife was arranged to him, just as he was to her. The children didn't ask to be born. In the panel depicting Kokushibo leaving, it's easy to tell that they did love him. His wife looks devastated while his eldest tries to run after him, reaching out to grab his leg or his hand to keep him from leaving.

I see many discussions surrounding Kokushibo and his feelings towards his family, but ultimately I feel the situation is more complicated than one or the other. I don't think he hated them, nor do I think he truly loved them. He felt shackled, perhaps even resentful of his circumstances, but he did ultimately express regret at having abandoned them.

Kokushibo likely had more complicated feelings, perhaps more than he understood or was willing to admit. Having two children with a woman, one who was visibly devastated by his departure, and having his eldest child try to stop him from leaving seems to me like a pretty good indicator that, while he was with them, Kokushibo was a fairly good husband and father.

They loved him. I think Kokushibo had at least some fondness for them, too. Not enough to stay, not enough to consider his wife his "true love", but enough to treat them kindly while he was with them and to feel regret for his actions upon his death.

I do find myself wondering how his wife and children coped after his death. Financially they were probably fine, but emotionally is another thing. His wife probably had to live with the knowledge that the man she loved, or at least tried to love, didn't return the feelings. At least, not enough to prevent the final outcome.

His eldest would grow up with bittersweet memories and confused feelings. He would remember the excitement he'd felt when he was small and his father came back from his most recent mission, or the memories of Kokushibo holding him or promising to teach him how to wield a sword, all of that muddied by the pain and resentment of being left behind, of hearing his mother crying in despair.

His youngest would forever have a void in his heart. Never having had memories of his father, but longing to have known him and subsequently feeling guilty for longing for the man who abandoned them. Did they ever ask their mother or elder brother, or were they too scared to prod at old wounds?

Did they ever fully pick up the pieces? Did Kokushibo ever think of them, as a Slayer or as a Demon? I suppose we'll never know.

[captainsophiestark]

After An Eternity

Finn Mikaelson x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Summary: Finn's oldflame is the only person who might be able to convince him to stray from Team Esther while in a new body in New Orleans.

Word Count: 1,916

Category: Angst, Fluff

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"I won't do it! We're monsters, do you hear me? Monsters!"

I flinched at the sound of an unfamiliar voice shouting from the adjoining room in the Mikaelson compound. Finn Mikaelson, my former best friend and the love of my life, was apparently alive in another man's body in New Orleans, wreaking havoc on the lives of his siblings and doing his mother's bidding.

A lot had changed since the last time I'd seen him.

"You see what I mean?" asked Rebekah, who stood next to me. "He won't listen to reason. He's been absolutely ridiculous since Sage- Um. Well, since Sage... died."

I pursed my lips and let out a long sigh through my nose. I had some truly ancient history with the Mikaelsons, and for the past 1,000 years or so I'd been doing my best to avoid, ignore, and forget it. I'd been having pretty good success, too, until Rebekah had managed to hunt me down for help with Finn. And no matter how much I didn't want to get involved, I also couldn't say no.

I'd first met the Mikaelsons ages ago, when we'd all still been human. We'd lived in the same village, and I'd grown up with all of them. Finn and I were born within months of each other, so we'd been especially close, and it had been common knowledge that Finn and I were going to get married within the year.

And then Esther had turned them all into vampires.

None of them had exactly been happy about it, especially as nature exacted its toll beyond anything Esther had imagined. Finn ran off before I'd even realized what had happened, scattering to the winds to try to cope with his new reality. A few of the other Mikaelsons had stuck around a bit longer, and I tracked them down as soon as Finn vanished to get an explanation of everything that had happened.

Once I understood everything, I begged them to change me. Finn was the love of my life, and the other Mikaelson siblings were the only real family I'd ever known. Klaus refused, and although I nearly managed to sway Elijah, he eventually refused me too, neither of them willing to bring me into the eternity they'd just been forced to share.

It took longer than I would've wanted, but eventually, I managed to find Rebekah. She was by far the most devastated about her new life as a vampire, which was why I hadn't bothered to approach her until she was my last chance. But she was also desparate for a lifeline, especially if it came in the form of a sister. Despite her reservations, I managed to convince her to turn me. She helped me through the transition in secret, keeping me alive while somehow also keeping her brothers in the dark, and then she helped point me in the right direction to find Finn. She promised not to tell anyone anything until after I'd found him, and we made plans to meet back up after I'd reunited with the love of my life.

It took me over a year to find him. I ended up returning to Rebekah more than once during that time, until finally, I managed to find the man I loved in one of the larger European towns, following a hunch and a vague description from someone who saw someone matching my love's description.

I'd planned the moment of our reunion so many times in my head, but when I finally found him walking down the street, he was hand in hand with another woman, laughing and smiling at her like he used to with me.

My heart shattered on the spot, and I barely had the presence of mind to hide myself from his sight before I shut down. Looking at them had ripped my chest open and tore out everything important, and I'd run away before they'd been able to spot me. I'd gone briefly back to Rebekah, but her brothers refused to stop causing dangerous drama, and she could never stay away from them for too long. I'd decided to disappear and leave all of it behind me at almost the same time Nik shoved Finn into a coffin, and I learned that Finn had turned the woman he'd been with the last time I'd seen him.

I spent the next 900 years putting Finn and the rest of his family behind me. I'd traveled the world, spent time with incredible, wonderful people, and used the extra time and power being a vampire afforded me to protect people who needed it and do my best to do good in the world. Losing Finn still hurt, and knowing we were two of the only people who'd been alive as long as we'd been sat as a constant reminder of everything in the very back of my mind. But on the whole, I'd been able to put that to the side and focus on enjoying my eternity, as much as possible.

Until a few days ago, when Rebekah had managed to track me down.

To her credit, she'd come to find me without spilling the secret of my existance to her brothers. She'd caught me up on the highlights of the time we'd spent apart, and on everything that had happened with Finn in the past few years. And because I still loved him, despite all the time apart and the hurt of losing him to someone else, I'd agreed to come to New Orleans with Rebekah with barely a second thought.

"You said you found a way to get him back into his body, right?" I asked, making sure to keep my voice low as I spoke to Rebekah. I did my best to drown out the shouting of Finn and his brothers in the next room. "How is that even possible?"

Rebekah just shrugged. "Witches."

I sighed, taking a moment to consider my options. Finn needed my help. He was still important enough to me that I wanted to give it. But once I walked through that door, Klaus, Elijah, and Kol would all know I was still alive. Any chance I had at continuing to fly under the radar and live peacefully would be gone.

I'd gotten to spend ten lifetimes exactly the way I wanted to. It was time for me to face the things that had been lurking in the back of my mind for 1,000 years.

"Alright," I finally said. "Alright, let's do this."

Rebekah nodded, then stared at me as I didn't move. She raised an eyebrow, and that was enough to finally get me to huff and take the last few steps into the dining room without letting myself second-guess.

The four Mikaelson boys were mid-argument, but they all froze when I walked ino the room.

I'd marched in here without a plan of what I wanted to say, and all four boys were apparently too stunned to speak. Luckily for all of us, Rebekah swept in to save the day.

"Thank god! I was wondering what it would take to finally get some peace and quiet out of the four of you!"

I couldn't help laughing. Although Rebekah and I hadn't seen each other regularly, I still considered her a friend, and had for the past thousand years.

"You're alive?" Nik demanded, finally finding his voice at the same time Finn found his, gently and quietly whispering my name.

My eyes snapped to Finn's, ignoring Nik completely. He didn't look like himself, but he didn't need to for me to recognize the same heart I'd always known.

"Hi Finn," I breathed, letting the smallest of smiles creep onto my face. "I... I missed you."

He breathed my name again, quickly closing the distance between us to take my hands. I noticed the other four Mikaelsons sharing looks with each other over Finn's shoulder, but I ignored them.

"Have you... where have you been? How is this possible that you're here?" asked Finn. I gave him a soft smile.

"Rebekah turned me about a year after your mother turned the rest of you. You disappeared from the village right after, and it took me a long time to find Rebekah, and than an even longer time trying to find you..."

"But you found me?" he asked, still wide-eyed and completely breathless. "Why didn't you tell me you had turned?"

I shrugged, a rueful smile pulling onto my face.

"You were with someone else."

Finn frowned in concentration, and I could see him flipping back through his memories. When he found the one of Sage, he froze, his hands gripping mine tighter.

"I... I'm sorry," he breathed. "I didn't know. I thought... I didn't want to be a vampire. I still don't. I didn't want to pass that curse on to you. I thought you'd be better off with... without me."

I gave Finn a sadder version of my earlier smile.

"Immortality can definitely be a curse, Finn. But it can also be a blessing. It just seriously depends on how you spend that immortality, and who you spend it with. I'm happy with my choices, but... I wish I could've spent it with you, too."

Finn just shook his head at me, apparently still considering, so I continued. Rebekah had tracked me across the Earth for a specific reason, after all.

"Finn... I know you think we're monsters. And I get it, honestly, I do. But please listen to me when I say... there is so much more to this life than whatever drama your brothers get into on the regular. Or your mother, for that matter."

The other Mikaelsons had more or less given us space until now, but I heard a distinct snort from Nik at my words. I ignored him, holding Finn's hands tigheter and pulling him a little closer since I knew what I was saying might make him want to pull away. Finn just shook his head.

"I... I don't know what to say."

"That's okay. I don't either, really. But... maybe you could go back to your own body? Not to admit defeat or go along with your brothers or anything, but more so I can talk to you as yourself. I've waited a thousand years, after all. Why don't you say we get the hell out of here and talk? We can come back, if you want to, or you can. But we also don't have to."

Nik started to say something again, but this time, Elijah silenced him. I kept my eyes locked on Finn's, and after a moment, he slowly nodded.

"I... I think I could do that. For a short time, at least. I owe you that much, after... after everything."

I squeezed his hands again and gave him a small smile. I could see the other Mikaelsons celebrating behind me, but Finn and I ignored them, except to make plans to get him back in his own body. I knew our brief reunion was no garuntee that he'd change his mind about being a vampire, or about taking Esther's side. But for some reason, I couldn't help having a good feeling about things.

After a thousand years on this Earth, so many lifetimes lived, different people loved, and Finn's literal death, we'd somehow found each other again. No matter the odds or the obstacles in our way, I couldn't help feeling like we'd finally cleared the last real hurdle. It felt like we'd endured enough to make this incredibly late fresh start work, in a way that could actually last.

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Thunder reforged: Rolan x Dammon - #BG3 FanFic Review

Review by Aivu (@aivuthedragon)

Happy timezone, dear readers! Today I'm happy to bring you this incredible series of works by velocitross on AO3. What's hotter than a tiefling wizard with a knack for a well-timed thunderwave? Said tiefling wizard having a rendezvous with his tiefling blacksmith paramour, of course.

A note from the BG3FicReviews team: The entire BG3 community was been rocked by the recent controversy surrounding Dammon's VA, including the various fanwork creators who've fallen in love with Dammon, included him in their work, and are part of the LGBTQAI+ community themselves. We want to express our support and love to Dammon fans, Dammon fan work creators, the LGBTQAI+ community generally and all those adversely affected by what's happened. As such, we have decided to feature such works in our reviews this week. Make your love louder than the hate. 💜

As always, mind the tags! Our review is continued below the fold due to the NSFW nature of the content in these works.

This incredible artwork by @arczism was inspired by velocitross's Rolan x Dammon fic Working Steel, which is included in today's review.

Working Steel, the first of velocitross’ three works that include this rare pair, is a masterwork in character portrayal. The author adeptly captures the at-a-glance somewhat incompatible personalities of the two tiefling refugees who fled Elturel together and now reside in Baldur’s Gate. In this work, the relationship between Rolan, the ever-surly wizard and the newly ‘appointed’ master of Ramazith Tower, and Dammon, the gentle yet infernally talented blacksmith of the Forge of the Nine, has grown far beyond mere friendship.

Rolan, frustrated by his attempts to catalogue the mindless chaos remaining after the untimely death of the tower’s former owner, approaches Dammon to ask for his help and visits him at his forge. But what could a blacksmith possibly offer a wizard? Well, a good fuck, for one thing. Rolan is pent-up, impatient, and needs a good lay. And, it turns out, so does Dammon. The smut that ensues is not only blazingly hot but also beautifully captures the tender affection between the two tieflings through not only their words, but small, unique gestures of love and care. (Mind the tails. I mean, tags. No, tails.)

In Up in the Tower, it’s Dammon’s turn to visit the wizard’s domain. But the blacksmith receives a less-than-warm welcome, as the ever-grumpy Rolan becomes highly annoyed at having his work interrupted. But considering Rolan is dressed in little more than his underwear and an open robe, I’m more than willing to forgive him for his surliness. Dammon, however, being the sweet, gentle soul that he is, insists on taking care of Rolan beyond his carnal needs alone. In this work, the relationship between the pair deepens, and the author has wonderfully captured the intimacy of the pair. Lastly, we have Within the Storm. This work takes us back to the Shadow-Cursed Lands as the tiefling refugees attempt to cross its desolate lands on their way to Baldur’s Gate. When the Absolute’s forces ambush the group, Rolan expertly wields his magic to stave them off. But when something happens to Zevlor, the battle takes a turn for the worse. In the chaos, Rolan’s siblings, Cal and Lia, are kidnapped and several of his friends and co-travellers are brutally murdered.

Once at Last Light Inn, Rolan is a fucking mess, devastated by his siblings’ capture. Lost in the depths of his despair and way too much drink, the tiefling wizard finds comfort in the arms of a fellow refugee he’d known since childhood - Dammon. And thus the gentlest embers of affection between the pair begin to spark to life. This lovely one-shot serves as a prelude to the author’s much-anticipated long fic about the pair, their growing affection for one another and what looks to be a truly beautiful love story. If you would like to follow velocitross’ incredible work about the love between a tiefling wizard and blacksmith, please be sure to subscribe to the author on AO3 and follow their work and the pending long fic. We have included a snippet of Working Steel below for your enjoyment. As always, please support the writers of our incredible fandom by leaving kudos and comments on their work. 🫶

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Working Steel

By velocitross on AO3

The ring of his hammer fills Dammon’s ears and his attention as he works. A soft frown of focus curves his lips. It’s a simple enough repair—restoring a blade for the halfling woman standing outside the forge watching him work. Still, there’s a satisfaction to it: the rhythm of his strikes, the heat of the day in Baldur’s Gate warming him beneath his layers of apron and clothing. The ordinary busy noise of the city goes on just outside his focus, a subtle, stabilizing comfort even months after the Netherbrain’s defeat.

When he glances up from his work, a distinct figure catches his eye amongst the passersby. Rolan, with his proud bearing and his regal blue and red robes, coming toward the smithy with a tense, bothered scowl and his tail lashing behind him. A smile touches Dammon’s lips. He knows that look.

“I’ll be with you in a moment,” he says as Rolan comes to a stop an awkward few feet from the halfling waiting on her sword.

“Well, don’t take too long,” Rolan snaps, and then reddens further when Dammon raises an eyebrow at him. “Sorry. I’ll just—I’ll wait.”

Dammon lifts the blade off his anvil to study it. He smiles at the halfling as he passes her the sword.

“Give that a try. Come back if you need anything else.”

She moves off to the side to examine the blade, allowing Rolan to step up to the forge. He stands, arms crossed, his face flushed as he fixes Dammon with his bright yellow stare.

“Anything I can help you with, Rolan?” the blacksmith prompts.

Rolan sighs. He places his hands carefully on the edge of the anvil, glances again toward the halfling woman, and leans in toward Dammon.

“I need . . . Steel.”

Dammon breathes a good-natured chuckle.

“Come on,” he says, nodding over his shoulder toward the building. “I could use a break, anyway.”

[midnight1nk]

would you like to ramble about thoughts on the one Four scene we had in the movie?

my time has come......

(literally, probably expect a college thesis if there was an ask letting me ramble about 4/goop!4/heterochromia 4, puzzlevision+/the showgrounds/etc. I would be so hooked)

First thing's first, a fact about me: like anyone would, I have a collection of favorite characters, right? Well, I have a subcategory in what I call "saviors in blue" ↓

my boys 🥹💙 actually I picked some traits here and there for my oc as inspo. so anyway we gotta talk the specialest of boys, our blue meme guardian 4!

oh, where do I even start? 4, throughout the whole arc, was such a sweetheart. Lending a supportive hand to Karen, just giving comfort in general. And y'know he would spoil Beeg4 rotten, with ice cream. He may not be a fighter, but he has to try. Then the explosion happened. Dude, I'm telling you, I SPIRALED in devastation bc I knew something was wrong when the team didn't do it ragdoll style and the music stopped for a bit. I mean yall know that already. Coma 4 and goop!4 happened during the wait. Then the movie comes along, I see the Castle pop up on screen, and:

HE'S OKAY 😭💙

bandaged but okayyyy. Honestly, it's way better than having him be fine without any elaboration.... and ig coma 4 bc I would be on the news if it happened, even if it would be interesting to see how the show would go on like that.

Can we talk about the bandages? Let's talk about the bandages.

I suspected that it had technically been a few days after the "Enough is Enough" episode, so 4 probably was recovering during that time. Also hc that the true reason the lights are off at the Castle was so 4 doesn't have to exert himself and start to get a headache from his head injury. Look, I may not be a medical expert, but I don't think that the collision is the only reason why he needed those bandages. Sure, at best, he would have a head and back injury. I could excuse the arm sling if the fall was that bad. BUT I can't be the only one who sees this, right?

The fact that:

wrap around his head covers exactly where his lobotomy scar would be — it makes sense for his head injury

sling on his right arm is the same arm that broke free from IGBP corruption

bandaid placed on top of his logo and his cheek, both on the left — I mean... yall should know who I am by this point. anyway his perfectionist side needs healing/the goo's forced to be involved in the healing process :))

(sidenote: i think, i may be stupid, but i think 4 got a gash from "Enough is Enough" across his right cheek/jawline but doesn't in the movie. pretty sure that's dirt. yeah probably but it looks different to me ok?)

We were probably right of him constantly had to heal himself from his past injuries and the explosion was the final nail in the coffin, not literally though.

so anyway goop!4 might be canon— *gets run over by bus*

There's a reason why I brought up the bandages first, and that's just so we can talk about 4's advice, my favorite part about this scene. Like we already knew, 4 isn't the type to fight to fend for himself/until it's absolutely necessary, but he's willing to be there for people. And it would be within his character to be standing while he's still recovering. After all, he didn't know WPNZ, but he must've known something was wrong for Karen to come to the castle without her kids beside her. The lament of a mother, wanting to drink her sorrows away. She needed someone to lift up her crushing troubles, so despite whatever pain he had, his friends always came first. (...and I'm already starting to tear up again thinking about this scene fuck)

Taking 4's speech, as in 4 the character by itself, what he says comes from a place of familiarity. He knows what it's like to protect loved ones at all costs. What does it mean to sacrifice, to keep them happy. The way he does it, he creates content for YT. Makes sure his friends are happy and okay. Perhaps he realized it or not, simply 4 being there matters a lot for the rest of the Crew. As said in "SMG4 doesn't meme for 1 second", the Crew even admits that they appreciate his presence and humor as a part of their lives. No matter what happens, 4 will try to be there for them.

He would truly do anything to not lose his friends *head in hands*

There's another layer to the same familiarity: Luke talking directly to us through the screen. Long ago, Luke wanted to follow the passion that made him happy (animation) and it was actually Kevin who supported him. Their parents eventually came around, but if it weren't for Kev, the SMG4 show would've been discontinued before the Waluigi arc. Glitch would have never existed. And Luke is forever grateful that his brother was by his side, supporting him with what was considered at the time a risky choice. All it takes is one person's support to make a difference. 4's scene is a retelling of Luke's story and hope that anyone could be that person for something else, to be happy. Siblings, friends, parents. All it takes is one.

It has a very IGBP kinda vibe and mixing these layers together, it really got me in my feels, hopefully the Team would do more stuff like this. Man, how can you hate 4? no seriously, how? I can never understand it, let's blame reddit for that.

so anyway, heterochromia 4 :D

thanks for letting me ramble!

(just a sidenote here uh, I'm SO sorry it took so long to answer. tumblr literally deleted my draft when I was post it, my ramblings were too strong 😔 /lh)

[byemambo]

Casting ATEEZ in a BL: A Deep Dive

Came across @thirstkanaphan and their Casting ATEEZ in a BL post, I'd love to share my own interpretations but keep the ones that I agree with! I haven't watched everything rip to Bad Buddy like baby, I promise I'll get to you one day! but these are the ones that immediately come to mind hehe.

Seonghwa - Top Form

Seonghwa to be over the years has always stuck out as a performer from their stages, but I've also been able to see him share his vulnerabilities throughout the years of being an ATINY. Known as an idol whose beauty is unmatched and beyond gorgeous, I always seem to relate to his solace and personal growth when uprooting obsolete frameworks of mind, which for a good amount of his youth had prevented him from progressing into a more self loved and confidently accepting person he is towards himself that we see today. Although the Thai adaptation of Top Form is my only frame of reference to the source material, there is something so beautiful yet rooted in devastation that I feel towards Akin. His impact in an entertainment industry that operates on "out the old and in the new," an industry that praises the ethereal with no regard for the person behind such presence, a commodity and an experience, the sun that shines brightly but will burn you once you get close enough to touch it. But rather than being viewed as the sun, he's more like a flame, easily diminished from a strong breeze that results in burning embers. But once he comes across one that knows how to kindle the flame, he is bright, passionate, and his warmth comforting those willing to occupy his space.

Honorable Mention: Moonlight Chicken

I'd love to see him take on a character like Jim, the breadwinner and glue that holds the family together. Although he's more playful with the members (I believe due to being the baby of his own immediate family), I can imagine that his serious side aligns with how Jim conducts himself and his justifications for laying low, resisting the idea of entertaining a lifestyle where he doesn't have to sacrifice his own happiness and personal fulfillment. Sometimes when we experience hardships that result in traumas and crippling mental health, resilience is born, but it easily spirals into restriction and resistance to novelty, and more likely than not, sustainable ownership of life issues over short term solution. We see this when Wen comes into the picture, someone who craved novelty of his own that leads him to peace and comfort, someone that does their best to make a house a home, even if the home is barely held together. Jim's character to me feels similar to how I used to operate in my youth, fixated on surviving without making room to simply live. Feeling as though there's no possibility in making room for more, mistaken our deficit for excess or even straight up denial and worthlessness. When someone lives life with their head barely above water, they don't even realize they've been paddling to keep themselves from drowning in shallow waters. But all it takes is for one person to show them recognition of their own worthiness and consideration, that all it takes sometimes is to stand up on their own two feet and claim what has always been theirs: their value.

Hongjoong - I Told Sunset About You

I'd love to see Hongjoong play in a coming of age series, especially one with a character like Teh that spends the last moments of his youth understanding his interpretation of love along with the unpredictability of the future. Hongjoong has always been experimental and innately explorative, so I can only imagine what his youth consisted of when it came to youthful love and self actualization. Figuring out his passions and dreams, sharing such vulnerabilities with a trusted person you found companionship in despite being pitted together within the competitive nature of university admissions. The unstable pursuit of dreams and roads less taken, and yet coming out the other end a more experienced and braver person that you weren't before. Hongjoong to me is a risk taker, is a expressionist, is a natural born leader that is unafraid of earning more battle scars. Because with any person who takes ownership in paving their own path in this life, no one ever comes out unscathed.

Honorable Mention: Love in the Big City

Because of his being the captain of the team, we obviously have many instances of his leadership and presence within the team: I'd love to see more moments of play and pure silliness with a kind and big heart. Gyuho is one of my favorite BL characters of all time, someone who exhibited both innocence and maturity but still staying true to his emotions when being met with walls and opposition. Hongjoong to me strikes a great balance between his child like nature which truly comes out when he's creating, but still maintaining a level headed composure that earns respect in any room he occupies. It takes a special kind of person who becomes someone's rock without letting distance and traumatic emotional responses send him right out the door to never return again. Gyuho is loyal, Gyuho is optimistic, Gyuho is love in all its beauty and flaws.

Yunho - Living with Him

The series that inspired this post because I'm currently introducing it to my best friend @jupitersdirection so we can both sob over these angels. Although Yunho has played the second lead who unfortunately deals with a one sided love finally now it's my time, at least in Kazuhito's case, he ends up winning over his crush's heart. Yunho to me is someone who's reserved in love that requires loads of patience, but I feel like he would be the type of person that merely being in proximity to the person he loves with admiration and affirmation would be enough to sustain himself for the rest of his days. Kazuhito is someone who remains loyal to his love, even reserving such experiences and intimacy for the day they potentially return their feelings even if it's not guaranteed. I believe someone like Yunho takes union and romantic partnership seriously, which enhances the moments where domesticity and pure intentional love take center stage.

Honorable Mention: Secret Relationships

On the flip side after seeing many clips and moments of Yunho's temper or upset attitude (we see this most with competitions and games), many ATINYs hope that we'll be able to see Yunho portray an antagonist in a story, which is why I believe he would do wonder taking on the complex nature of Jaemin. Despite all his efforts that caused great harm to those around Daon, Jaemin craves Daon's eternal love and adoration through unjust means and without consent. If anything, Daon's distress and fear potentially excited Jaemin, having hopes that one day he will have ownership over Daon. After all, he believes that no one else can be by his side, therefore, I'd love to see Yunho take on such a role one day.

Yeosang - A Man Who Defies the World of BL

Rewriting my paragraphs because tumblr didn't autosave my draft you mother—Mob is easily one of my favorite BL characters because I rewatch A Man Who Defies the World of BL religiously. I know we tend to see Yeosang as this ethereal beauty or someone who defies the odds of reality, but Yeosang to me is one of the funniest and wholesome members once you really take in his personality and composure. I feel like even if he tries not to due to his wallflower and observant tendencies, he draws you in, which is also Mob's dilemma until he has to come to terms with his bigger than life presence in the grand scheme of things. Although he spends so much time avoiding the spotlight and desire to lay low, he finally comes to terms with how significant his role is in the lives of others, and I find that beautiful (even if the series itself is unserious in nature haha).

Honorable Mention: Gelboys

However, if we steer in the direction of letting Yeosang's unique qualities take on the center, I'd love him to play as Bua. While writing this up, I was debating between Baabin and Bua, but what I love about Bua is that we don't notice how hard he's trying to earn love and devotion from the person that matters most until we see the lengths he's willing to go in diminishing his authentic self to be loved. I feel like so many idols and those who desire a life of influence and fame all crave validation and attention, which isn't innately bad until you reevaluate the reasons for seeking such means. When your own cup feels empty, you crave the contents from others to ease fulfillment in your life, through love, money, fame, etc. Until you have someone come along to show you that the lack of content isn't the problem, but the cup itself: switch cups. Rather than altering the person you are, practice the courage you must have in living as the person you are in its entirety, because you will one day come across someone who will love you for your uniqueness, your flaws, and your beauty that had always existed for yourself and yourself alone.

San - See Your Love

Jin Yun did such an amazing job portraying Shaopeng, and his story is so lovely and remarkable. When I think of San, I think of resilience. Coming from a small town into the big city chasing after a dream that for many, feels so silly and out of reach, San displays character that I believe many influential people should possess: the ability to adapt to your own circumstances and to never give up your goals and aspirations. Shaopeng is someone who realizes his circumstances that the world treats as a setback or a flaw, but once he's met with someone like Zixiang that doesn't treat his circumstances as a flaw, but as another layer of beauty that creates the picture that is Shaopeng, we truly witness the phrase "to be loved is to be seen" in its essence.

Honorable Mention: Never Let Me Go

I haven't watched Never Let Me Go in forever, but Palm has always held a soft spot in my heart. Imagine not being able to see your father that spends most of his years present and employed to another family, while eventually having to sacrifice your own safety and livelihood for a bratty son from a prestigious family at the beginning at least. I'd love to see San in a character that we see in HALAZIA and Ice on My Teeth, someone that is self sacrificing and resourceful, someone who adapts to the circumstances and will do anything to protect the people he loves.

Mingi - My Stand In

I completely agreed with Mingi as Ming lol from My Stand In. We know that Mingi is someone who has his "on" and "off" personas, but imagining his charisma and attitude portrayed in Ming would be so interesting and almost frightening. I can see Mingi in a position where his desire and craving leads him to a possessive love, especially with Joe pushing back despite knowing that deep down, he still loves Ming even if he knows he shouldn't. I think the character we've seen Mingi portray in Don't Stop iykyk would be perfect to fulfill the angst and obsession Ming displays in My Stand In.

Honorable Mention: The Sign

On the flip side, if we cater to Mingi's emotional vulnerabilities, I'd love to see him play as Phaya. Despite being one of the most capable and excelling of the teammates, his own nightmares (literally and figurative cause if I had a Dr. Chalothon in my life haunting me, I'd be pissed off, too) backs into a corner and prevent him from chasing after what he desires most: his soulmate. I also still think about Mingi's acting in BOUNCY with the gun, phenomenal work and we need more in the next comebacks!

Wooyoung - KinnPorsche

When I saw Wooyoung being assigned to Porsche, I immediately knew I needed to write my own post because I 100% agree. Wooyoung's playful and witty nature would fit perfectly with Porsche, someone who speaks his mind no matter who he's addressing. I also appreciate that Porsche is territorial over the people he cares about, and willing to challenge those who approach with ill intent and harm. With the whole Vata situation blowing up again, we can see that ATEEZ as a whole takes no prisoners, but Wooyoung especially demonstrating where people stand in his life is something that I always find so admirable in him as a person.

Honorable Mention: The Heart Killers

Bison to me would be Wooyoung portraying Porsche if they leaned more into the babygirlism, which I'm all for. I feel like Bison and Porsche sit at the same table but at different points of maturity. Both characters are still playful and protective, but Bison's emotions being unregulated would land him in unfavorable situations if he doesn't tighten up. Since Bison is the younger brother while Porsche is the older brother, and Wooyoung perfectly sandwiched in between his two brothers, I feel like he has an advantage leaning into one dynamic and the other.

Jongho - Love for Love's Sake

I would love to see Jongho as a Myungha without a doubt as you can see, I'm very passionate about this topic. Because we primarily see Jongho as the "baby" that he can't seem to escape because we saw him as Hyuk in Imitation, people tend to forget that Jongho is the oldest son in his own family. This side comes out of him more when he's around idols his age or when he's able to take on the older person role in a dynamic. I've always noticed his assertive nature ever since predebut as he's someone who takes care of others despite being surrounded by members who are constantly taking care of him, I'd love for us to witness Jongho operating in that dynamic that he's used to predebut. Myungha is a character dear to me as someone who relates to his struggles, someone who stands up for what he believes in but hesitates to stand up for himself.

Honorable Mention: FC Soldout

This series was literally too funny because I'm a big believer if you're always consuming media with this mindset that it has to be "ground breaking" or "high quality," you miss out on being able to laugh with the content you consume and interact with by relying on comparison. Jiwoo is such a funny and cute character, I love his closeted fanboy energy alongside his charisma towards his sport and for his dreams. I also appreciate how dynamic Jiwoo is, from being someone who enables himself to be wholesome and honest about his admiration for his idol, but also standing up for what he believes in even if that means stepping on people's toes and making space for himself. I'd love to see Jongho take on such a duality because he's definitely capable of both.

Now the real question: if ATEEZ starred in the same BL, which one would it be?

For me: Perfect 10 Liners or Only Friends :)

[yanderes-galore]

If it's alright I'd like to request a lmk Mei alphabet?

Yandere Alphabet - Mei Dragon

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Clingy behavior, Violence, Stalking, Attempted murder mentioned, Jealousy, Kidnapping, Isolation, Guilt, Forced relationship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Mei is actually really outgoing, similar to MK. She's enthusiastic and would be clingy with her obsession. She's protective too, always wanting to know how to have you happy and wants to keep you away from harm.

I'd say her intensity can be... smothering at times. She loves you so much she can barely contain it at times. When it comes to affection... She'll tightly hug you, maybe even give surprise kisses.

Point is, if she really likes someone (like you), she isn't going to let go.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Mei is known to get borderline murderous when she feels her friends are threatened. If a crush was 'threatened'... well...

Safe to say she'll need someone to step in and stop her if they don't want any bloodshed occurring, because the girl is ruthless with that sword.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Mei wouldn't mock her obsession. Why would she when she feels she genuinely loves you? She doesn't want to hurt your feelings...

Which is ironic... considering she kidnapped you...

Despite that... Mei treats you very sweetly. She gives you all your favorite things, tries to make you comfortable, rarely leaves your side to give cuddles unless you ask for her to leave you alone....

Eerily, she acts like a normal girlfriend, even if she's clingy and... violent towards others at times...

She wants to show you she cares, that she wants you safe, happy, and hers...

Even if she kidnapped you to do it.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Mei would try not to. As said before, she doesn't want to hurt her obsession on purpose. Even though her selfish desires have made her kidnap them....

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

I'd say Mei would be a vulnerable person with her obsession. She's extremely affectionate and wants to make her obsession happy. So I'd say she'd try to be transparent with her obsession, especially alone.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Mei no doubt would feel disappointed. She'd want to do her best to make things better but... She knows she can't. Not if she wants to keep you to herself, at least.

But... she can make things right again!

... can't she?

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No and she would be devastated with you trying to escape.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

There isn't much with her... but let's make it dark.

Maybe you catch her snapping at someone and things go horribly wrong?

After all, Mei is extremely competitive and protective. If you get hurt while around someone in any way, she may snap. Not only is she jealous...

But clearly they weren't good enough to keep an eye on you like she is.

Mei may not necessarily murder them when you come across her... but you would see her get blood with someone if she felt they deserved it. Unfortunately, regardless of if the victim is alive or not...

This will no doubt cause you to try and leave her...

Leading to the dragon snapping and taking you away.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Mei is quite innocent about her future goals. She just wants to be able to keep you safe and happy. If you think about it, she and MK have similar goals with their obsession.

She wants to be by your side... she wants to hold you close... and she wants to earn your approval.

If she can keep her behavior controlled, she may have that dream.

Yet, it doesn't take much to shatter it...

Like losing your cool... and getting yourself covered in blood.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Yes, Mei does get jealous due to her competitive nature. She's most likely really petty yet tries to bottle up her jealousy.

The issue is... She's temperamental.

Which means the longer she holds it in, the more likely she is to snap.

Which means while she tries to quietly cope... She'll most likely just lash out and regret it later.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Mei is incredibly affectionate and clingy. She loves to give hugs and ramble to you about her day. There's times she can be delusional... although she's more lucid.

She may sometimes follow you around and just keep tabs on you. She knows what she's doing isn't... right. Yet she tries to tell herself that she's just looking out for you.

Although, when she gets deep enough into her obsession to the point of keeping you in her home...

No matter how much she tries to distract herself with you, be that cuddles or kisses...

She knows what she's done...

Now she has to accept the fact she'll never make you happy again.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Mei would be very friendly when approaching you. She takes time to trust people... but when she does, she's like a supportive best friend.

That's how she stays for the most part... If you ignore her jealousy and tendency to not give you any space.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Her darker behavior? Very different. But her normal friendly behavior, while smothering with you, is mostly the same.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

I don't think Mei would even punish her obsession. I can't see her doing it, even when angry. She'd probably just verbally reprimand you with tears.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

She tries to keep you as free as you can be, as long as she can see you.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Mei is... moderately patient, but leans more towards impatient like MK would....

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

She'd have a hard time moving on... Probably would lock herself away and cry, actually. It's... upsetting to watch.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Yes and maybe if she doubts herself enough.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Hard to say... Might be all the things she went through with MK and her friends?

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

She sympathizes with you, regretting what she's done. She may even give you some time alone before approaching to hold you, whispering that she's sorry.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

She regrets her actions much more than most.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

You could attempt to make her come back to her senses, to tell her you'll both get through this if she lets you go.

She wants you to be happy... So use that.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

If she did, it's an accident and she immediately regrets it.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

She'd go to great lengths to make you happy or proud. But... not really a worship yandere.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Months... or maybe a couple years. Depends on when her obsession starts and how far she's pushed.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

If she did, not on purpose and tries to fix you afterwards.