#it was way too dangerous to keep a bird that went for peoples eyes especially since I was around all the animals as a young kid

[foldingfittedsheets]

I'm sorry a TURKEY did WHAT to your mother's contact lens?? HOW??????

Right, yeah. So we had this turkey when I was growing up. And we raised this fucker from a tiny little baby, hand fed him, just doted on him. He was our first turkey ever. My mom called him Tom.

One day, she needed to work in a pasture so the flock of assorted fowl, (chickens, geese, and Tom) needed to be gently herded into an auxiliary pasture for the time being. The geese were biddable enough, the chickens ran ahead.

But Tom was not feeling it. He puffed up in irritation and my mom leaned down with her arms spread to usher Tom through the gate. Tom parked it. He turned to regard my mom with avian malice. And as she leaned down he shot out his horrible bald head and pecked her eye.

My mom screamed and fell backward, flailing enough that Tom fled through the gate anyway. When she recovered herself she came back inside, shaken and furious.

She checked out her eye and found it miraculously undamaged after the assault. It was like an hour later when she realized her contact lens was missing and the whole family speculated that it had saved her eye from Tom’s attack.

Tom did not live to see another sunrise.

[rahuratna]

Ikemen Kaisen

Chapter 2: Come into my Parlour

Cross posted!

Summary: A cursed spirit develops a massive crush on the 7:3 sorcerer while he's on a mission. Trapping him in its unique otome game domain, the spirit soon discovers that its bitten off a lot more than it can chew with this particular jujutsu sorcerer ...

Content: Humour, fluff, crack, otome game satire, Nanami has Rizz with a capital 'R', the first year trio obtaining front row seats to this absolute shitshow.

It had been there, for just a minute. Something tangible that had fled when he was frustratingly close. Nanami blew out a small, exasperated breath and continued his steady evaluation of the crowd before heading back up to the VIP box. Maybe a bird’s eye view might reveal something telling once again. The feeling of uneasiness did not leave him, though. If anything, the sensation of wrongness, of eyes with ill intent tracing over his form, grew stronger. Nanami had not reached the status of Grade 1 jujutsu sorcerer without listening to his instincts. Ignoring that inner voice was a surefire way to get killed in this profession.

Yuuji was now seated and making a show of wiping his brow and re-hydrating. The young sorcerer-in-training had done a commendable job of keeping track of the stage. He waved to Nanami when he caught sight of him.

“Nanamin! Do you want some candy floss?”

“I’ll pass, Yuuji. But you can hand over that soda.”

Sipping from the soggy paper straw, Nanami turned to observe their surroundings as Yuuji leant toward him and spoke in quieter tones.

“It’s not Ryo-ri. I’m sure of it. I watched him like a hawk the whole time he was up there. Especially when he called that girl on stage. There was nothing weird going on at all. The cursed energy spike was someone from the audience.”

“Someone or something.” Seeing Yuuji’s concerned look, Nanami shook his head. “If it was a person, I would have found them.”

“Wait, you’re saying it’s a cursed spirit?”

“Likely. The cursed energy was very subtle, definitely sensory in nature. It didn’t seem particularly strong, but raw strength is not always an indication of how dangerous something is.”

“It’s not? That’s not what Gojo-sensei said.”

“With all due respect, Gojo-sensei is the last person you should take your assessment of caution from. The entity, whatever it was, must have picked up that I was searching for it. There’s a level of awareness at work here that should always make one careful. “

Suitably chastised, Yuuji nodded. “Okay, okay, I get it. So what do we do now?”

“There’s something else I should mention too. Since I’ve been down there … I’ve been feeling a sensation of watchfulness. Of something waiting.”

The boy’s eyes widened slightly. “Is … is it …”

“Probably. But I can’t be certain. So, what do you think we should do, Yuuji?”

The boy sat up straighter, eyes taking in the crowd that was now thinning as people made their way back out of the venue.

“I wanted to say, maybe wait for everyone to leave and then search for cursed energy traces … “

“But?”

“But if you sensed something … waiting, then the girl who went on stage is priority, right? Even if we scared off whatever was here tonight, it might be waiting for an opportunity to strike. She could still be in danger.”

Nanami felt that small twinge of pride, yet again.

“Exactly so. She’s currently backstage, meeting with Takashima as part of her supposed package. We’ll place her under surveillance and won’t let her out of our sight until we’ve established that she is at no risk of being targeted.”

“But Nanamin … “ Yuuji still looked worried. “You said that the cursed spirit may be … aware. Intelligent, like those ones we met before. Won’t it just wait until it’s sure we’ve left and then go get her?”

“That’s correct, Yuuji. Which is why our surveillance isn’t just a means to keep her safe. We’re hoping that she baits the spirit out, somehow. The emotion this cursed entity may feed off is the heavy envy that was coming from the audience. That’s probably why it was difficult for us to identify. Spirits are harder to detect when in the overwhelming presence of the very emotions that birth them. Remember that. Away from the crowd, and with a single-minded purpose, it may be much easier for us to track and isolate.”

Yuuji nodded, eyes alight with renewed determination.

“Roger that!”

Nanami and Yuuji hung around the VIP box until the young woman who had been taken backstage to meet Ryo-ri exited. If they hadn’t been paying attention, she would have flown completely under their radar. The flowing, vivid green tresses had obviously been a wig, because her natural hair was short and dark. Her clothes had also disguised her athletic build. Yuuji put her down as a professional stage performer. She had a distinctly disgruntled look on her face, certainly a far cry from the tearful ecstasy she had shown during the concert earlier. Nanami rose, nonchalantly discarding the soda can and gestured to Yuuji to follow.

She was obviously in something of a hurry, her grumpy demeanour translating to a quick, impatient stride. They followed her at a safe distance, watching as she made her way through the conference centre main exit and out into the same street they had walked along earlier. After a short distance, she pulled her phone from her bag and began to text rather aggressively, then took a sharp turn and entered a Seven-Eleven nearby. Yuuji took initiative and popped into the store behind her. As he browsed the shelves, he glanced over her shoulder and saw that she was texting someone from her agency, judging from the symbol in the profile picture. He read the messages for as long as discretion was possible before moving past.

She’s pissed off because Ryo-ri didn’t even bother to meet her after the concert. And it sounds like she’s not too happy with the agency for the arrangement either.

Choosing a random packet of crisps off the shelf, Yuuji glanced out the window to where Nanami stood on the pavement a short distance away. The sorcerer was on a call and a deep frown was marring his brow. Once Yuuji was out in the street, Nanami turned to him with a displeased expression.

“Dang, what did Gojo-sensei do now?”

“How did you – never mind,” Nanami sighed heavily. “He’s received an urgent summons from Kyoto. He was supposed to be overseeing a training exercise for Fushiguro and Kugisaki. They’ll be joining us on our mission instead.”

“Oh! I mean, the more people, the better right? They’re both strong – wait. I see what this is,” Yuuji grinned. “He’s got you for babysitting duty.”

Nanami’s eyebrow twitched.

“I’m not denying that those two are capable students. They’ll be a help, no doubt. And as much as I prefer to keep to a specific course of action, I suppose this is unavoidable. Having said that, I can’t abandon our current target.”

The young woman they were tailing had now stepped out of the store and had resumed her walk. Yuuji nodded sharply.

“Understood, Nanamin. I’ll head to the station to pick up Kugisaki and Fushiguro.”

“You remember the tracking app we installed on our phones? I’m turning mine on right now. Use it to find my location once they’re with you.”

“Right!”

Now this. This was heavenly.

Fuck Ryo-ri. A sad, little boy like that, shaking his crotch at every other bitch on stage? What could he possibly offer? No, no, no. I won’t settle for that. How could I be so … blind. This. This is what it’s all about.

Now, just look. Here, in his natural habitat, we see an absolute S-tier, top class, prime specimen of a man. Look. Just look.

From the moment he turned to face me in the crowd, I knew. It must be fate. That chiselled face, that aristocratic nose, that firm mouth and that chin. Oh, that beautiful strong chin, just waiting for a feminine finger to trace its outline. Clean-shaven, too. Just imagine what he looks like, shaving in the morning. Standing at his sink in his vest and underwear, running the blade along his throat …

Oh my. I mustn’t get too excited, oh no. Earlier, I tried to measure how broad his shoulders are and I’m sure he sensed me. Heehee. Speaking of which … sigh. When he shrugged off that coat a short while ago …  

That. Ass.

Goddamn. Praise the celestial craftsman who moulded those exquisite cheeks. Wasn’t there a poem like that? Where did I hear it before? Strange. Something about ‘did he who make the lamb make thee?’ Oh! That poem.

Well, this tiger can bite me any old time. So tall, too. And his hair … like spun gold. So perfect. Look how it moves as he walks. It’s like every time he takes a step, the cherubs of the wind are blowing each strand gently back into place. This is … a real man. His essence is all man. The way he was taking charge of that pink-haired boy and looking after him too, ohhhh. Daddy material, absolutely so.   

And his walk! Ohhhhhh. His walk! So confident. I just know he’s big down th - wait. I mustn’t let my focus slip. This is it. This is what I’ve been waiting for. There’s no better opportunity than this! Now, where did I put that phone … here it is!

Oi, bitch, pick up.       

Once Yuuji had left, Nanami had resumed the surveillance on the young agency employee. She was certainly putting in the miles today and her path had taken her away from the main thoroughfares to a less populated area downtown. Here, there were no fancy coffee shops and brightly lit boutiques. Most of the stores didn’t even put out signs to advertise their wares. Many of them were situated on the bottom floor or basement level of run-down apartment blocks. Nanami noticed that the woman’s pace had slowed somewhat, and that she would sometimes check her phone before moving on.

Is she looking for directions? Where to?  

The agency she belonged to was nowhere in the vicinity and she looked like she was a little unfamiliar with this area, so she was definitely not going home.

Even though the evening was chilly, the coat Nanami wore was a little too heavy for such prolonged walking, so he shrugged it off and slung it over his arm. The moment he did, something began to feel … off. There it was again, that eerie sensation of being watched. Of alien eyes crawling over his form. Was the cursed spirit here already? That certainly hadn’t taken very long. He took a breath and relaxed his muscles, allowing his awareness to filter into his surroundings. It was something he had learned in his younger days as a sorcerer, this release of tension before expecting an attack. It helped one be more reactive to danger from any direction.

And then, the woman’s phone rang. She answered hastily, irritation colouring her tone. Nanami stepped into a narrow alleyway nearby, close enough to listen in.

“Hi, yes, it’s me. I’m … yes, I’m on my way. Excuse me, but are the directions you gave correct? It’s just, I’m somewhere downtown, and I don’t really know any reputable agencies in this area. No, no, I’m not … listen. Yes, I’m interested in the audition, but I – oh. Well, all right then, I’ll be there shortly.”

An audition? Here?

Nanami was instantly on high alert. Something was very wrong. Even if she was contacted for an audition, this area was not likely to house some kind of performance art studio. Furthermore, the disappearances of the other girls had been kept under wraps by law enforcement and their own agencies, to prevent public panic. So she wouldn’t be aware of the danger she was in.

She’s been lured here. But by whom? Is this really a cursed spirit? Is it advanced enough to put into motion a plan like this? That would make it –

Nanami had just managed to rip the blade from its holster underneath his sweater before the domain expansion engulfed him and the woman, a shockingly subtle rush of cursed energy that barely rippled the surface of reality. There was no mistaking what it was, however. If the spirit did not possess high levels of cursed energy, like he had deduced earlier, then maybe he could break through with sheer brute force. He raised his blade, energy flaring to life in powerful currents beneath his skin, bringing it down in a heavy, measured slash.

The borders of the domain rippled before annealing in softly glowing edges. Nanami dashed forward, skidding to a halt beside the unconscious form of the young performer. He took up a defensive stance, eyes narrowing as he took in their surroundings.

“Show yourself.”

The voice that answered was surprisingly young and girlish, a slight lisp accenting certain words.

“You want to see me?”

“This is your domain. You’ll have to show yourself sooner or later.”

“Welll … all right then. If you ask like that.”

A form stepped from the shadows. Shadows that had not been present a short while ago.

“Welcome. I – “

Before the spirit could finish its sentence, Nanami had swung his sword in a horizontal arc, slicing the apparition in two.

“Who do you think you’re dealing with? Show yourself. I won’t be fooled by illusions.”

There was a short period of silence. The fabricated walls of the domain around them began to shudder, changing form. Nanami frowned as he picked up the sensory feedback from all around him. As he thought, this spirit was certainly driven by strong, uncontrolled emotion. His attack had made it … happy? And why was the domain itself so resilient, considering that this spirit definitely did not have a great deal of raw cursed energy and power? Where was it drawing its strength from?

He pushed one foot out, nudging into the slumped form of the young woman lying on the ground beside him. He had to keep track of her if a fight was on the cards. Instantly, the emotions reflecting from the domain around him changed to something distinctly less … pleasant.

“What is she to you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“That girl. There, on the ground. What is she to you?”

“I’m not sure I understand your question. All you need to know is that I will not let any harm come to civilians.”

“Oho. So that’s it. You are indeed an … upright man.”

Nanami had encountered a great many cursed spirits in his time, but there was something about the sibilance of those last words that made his hair stand on end. The domain was rapidly changing now, in a twisting, disconcerting manner that was dizzying to watch.

“First, let’s take things to a more … intimate setting. This place feels so exposed.”

Gritting his teeth, Nanami felt his legs root themselves to the spot, entirely not within his control. Something large and dark was rushing toward him and he leaned back, flicking his sword out in a fine, controlled line along the wall of the alleyway behind him. It was all he had time for before weightlessness took his limbs and darkness claimed his mind.

“Guess I’m stuck with you two goons. As always.”

Nobara unwrapped a chocolate bar and took a large bite. Beside her, Megumi scowled.

“I’m the one who should be saying that.”

“I said it first, buttface.”

“Your maturity never fails to amaze me.”

Yuuji looked up from his phone and offered a warm grin.  

“Let’s hurry guys. Nanamin’s signal hasn’t moved for a while now, so he must be staking out already.”

Nobara sighed.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s get this show on the road. But, hey! Why do you always get to go with Nanami-sensei? He’s so cool and responsible, unlike some teachers.”

They had already passed the Seven-Eleven where Nobara had purchased her chocolate for a quick snack. They were now making their way to the spot downtown where Nanami’s signal on the app blinked in stationary silence. Yuuji’s grin turned positively devilish as he turned to the brown-haired girl who strode quickly beside him.

“I mean, I didn’t choose Nanamin. Gojo-sensei assigned me to him. But yeah, going on missions with him definitely has its perks.”

He left the statement hanging, prompting Nobara to squint suspiciously at him.

“Eh? What kind of perks are we talking about?”

“You know the details of the mission right?”

Megumi frowned. “Of course we know. There’s some idol whose fans are disappearing. And the ones hired to get on stage with him are being targeted. What’s your point, Itadori?”

“Oh, just … I got to go to the concert and vibe for a bit. Nanamin got us VIP pass tickets, so we were up in the special box. And – “

“Now, just one minute,” Nobara’s expression had turned rather frightening. “You attended the actual concert?”

“Hell yeah. And I got lots of souvenirs and merch. Nanamin gave me an allowance, like always. I mean, it’s not like we were just having fun. I had to monitor Ryo-ri and talk to people. You know, network, just in case. For anything suspicious. Oh, and we went to Forty-two West – “

“The grill place?” Megumi interrupted, his own face morphing into something murderous. “The famous one that got all those five-star reviews?”

“Yeah! The same. Nanamin said we had to go because it gave us a good view of the stage set-up. But I’m not complaining. That trio of chocolate dessert was –“

Yuuji realised he had gone a step too far when his collar was roughly grabbed from both sides by his irate classmates. Nobara was fuming.

“You’re winin’ and dinin’ with Nanami-sensei while we’re trudging around the shittiest areas of Tokyo eating instant ramen that Gojo-sensei makes us buy ourselves?

“Even my shikigami get treated better.”

“Oi, oi, it’s not my fault Nanamin prefers the finer things – “

“Well then, I’m gonna put in a request for next time. I’ll make you stay with Gojo while Nanami-sensei takes me to the best nail salon and all those cute boutiques. And feeds me, too.”

“Now you’re making yourself sound like one of my shikigami.”

“Guys.”

The flat urgency in Yuuji’s tone brought them out of their small spat. They had arrived near the narrow alleyway where Nanami had encountered the cursed spirit earlier. Megumi and Nobara were instantly on alert, the traces of cursed energy subtle, but unmistakeable. And even if they hadn’t detected that, the phone with a shattered screen on the pavement was enough to give them pause. Yuuji gingerly picked it up, examining it from all angles. This definitely wasn’t Nanami’s phone. The small stickers looked familiar, though, and his eyes widened.

“This is that girl’s phone. The performer who went on stage with Ryo-ri!”

Megumi gritted his teeth. “So they were both attacked?”

“Looks like it.”

Nobara began to do a small circuit of the area, peering into the alley with close attention.

“Hey. Check this out.”

The two boys came to crouch beside her.

“What’s that?”

“This damage has traces of cursed energy, but I think it’s Nanami’s. Look at the marks here.”

Yuuji drew in a quick breath.

“The way those bottles and boxes are cut … “

“Yeah. They’re divided in a seven-three ratio. He’s letting us know he was still alive and maybe mobile when the curse took him.”

Megumi’s brow darkened.

“If this cursed spirit was powerful enough to capture Nanami, then shouldn’t we call for back-up?”

Yuuji stood abruptly.

“There’s no time. If we wait for back-up to arrive … I have no idea what could happen in the meantime. We’ve got to go in and do what we can. Isn’t that what sorcerers' have to do, even when they’re lacking in numbers and experience?”

Nobara nodded firmly. “For once, I agree with Itadori.”

Megumi sighed and straightened. “You’re right. But I think you’ve both missed something important.”

“Eh?”

“Itadori, how have you been tracking Nanami all this time?”

“What? By the app, obviously.”

“And you think a spirit or curse user, strong and smart enough to take them both, would just let you track Nanami’s phone?”

“Oh … “

Nobara hissed out a frustrated breath. “It wants to lure us in, huh?”

“If it knew Itadori was with Nanami, then that’s possible. I’m gonna send a message to Gojo just in case, and then we head in.”

This is so exciting! Now that the bitch is out of the way, I can focus on what’s important. That kid is on his way because of hot stuff’s phone tracker, but wait, wait … I didn’t expect two more to be with him. Hmmm. That’s fine. It makes no difference. Once they enter my domain, they’ll have no choice but to follow the rules. And maybe this handsome knight in shining armour will be more … receptive to my requests when they are present. Hahahahaha. How sweet it will be!

How sweet, yes, yes. Even sweeter? I get to finally see his eye colour when he wakes up! He was wearing those shades the whole time, but now … whoops! I’ve stolen them.

Hmm. Hmm. Oh, his hair! It’s so soft! I can’t … oh, this little undercut is so lovely. So cute. A jujutsu sorcerer, huh? Scarrrry. Hehe. But that wouldn’t make me change my mind at all. Oh no. It’s worth it. This power will be just what I need. He’ll be just what I need, forever and ever.

A powerful sorcerer like this … wait. Wait. Imagine what he’s built like? Oh, oh, he just gets even better. Imagine the definition he has under all that – he’s waking up! He’s opening his eyes! They’re … oh.

Oh.

Beautiful. Oh, wow. They’re upturned, just a little at the ends and, and, they’re hazel? Qwjecknblaargh …. Focus! He’s awake! I must not pass out from his magnetic stare. Breathe.

When Nanami came to, it was not in a setting he had expected. He was lying next to a lake, on a thick picnic blanket, a picturesque sunset adorning the horizon. He was instantly on high alert, reaching for his sword which, predictably, wasn’t there.

“Oh, come now. You won’t be needing that. I’m not going to harm you.”

That breathy, girlish voice sounded somewhere behind him and he spun around, bending his knees, muscles taut and ready to react. The cursed spirit had finally taken on a more tangible form. A woman’s form, quite short and delicately built, chestnut hair falling in long cascades on either side of its face. It wore a pastel pink shift dress and its feet were bare. The most telling features were the eyes. There were no eyes. Just a shadowed region, beneath straight brown bangs.

“What do you want?”

“Straight to the point, huh? All right then. I want you.”

Nanami, sensing no immediate violent intent, straightened, but kept his senses alert.

“If you mean my life, please don’t assume that it’ll come easily.”

The spirit giggled.

“You’re so silly! No, no. No, no, no, no. Not at all. This is my domain, as you can see.”

“I gathered that much. Where’s the woman from earlier? What have you done with her?”

There was a distinct pout on the spirit’s face. It sighed petulantly.

“I thought you might ask that. Here.”

It waved a hand and a small window appeared in mid-air. It expanded until the ‘room’ beyond became visible. The stage performer, still unconscious, reclined in a large chair in a dingy space with dust covers over the furniture and the blinds drawn.

“Go on. If you reach through, you can touch her. That way you’ll know I’m telling the truth.”

Stepping forward carefully, keeping the spirit in the periphery of his vision, Nanami placed his hand through the shimmering window. His fingers came into contact with the inert warmth of the girl’s wrist. There was a steady pulse there. He withdrew his hand and turned to the spirit.

“All right. I’ve confirmed that the civilian is safe. You can tell me right now what you plan to do.”

The spirit smiled coyly and brought something out of its ‘pocket’. It stroked a finger over the sleek, dark cover of Nanami’s phone.

“Ah, but it’s no fun if I don’t have help with my plans. So, I’ve managed to get a hold of this. Your dear little student and his friends are on their way to search for you. I’ve guided them helpfully into my domain. I think things will be more entertaining when they get here.”

Nanami gritted his teeth, but paused, choosing his words carefully. This spirit seemed to be fond of conversation. Maybe even willing to be distracted by it.

“The students have nothing to do with this. You said you wanted me. Well, here I am, and I’m certainly not going anywhere. I’m aware that domains like this one have rules. Why don’t you leave them out of it and enlighten me.”

The spirit gave another delighted laugh.

“Oh, you’re just … wonderful. As I thought. No, I won’t let them go. But I will tell you the rules. Such fun rules too! Maybe you’ll even learn to like them. I need you to play a game with me. Nothing violent, of course, or very physical. Well, maybe a little physical.” There was that spine-chilling giggle again. “Your students are even allowed to participate and help you along! Precious little helpers, just for you. The game is all about choices. I’m going to present you with scenarios, just some harmless make-belief, you understand? You have to play the role I choose for you, and then make the correct choices. Choosing options will eventually get you to the next scenario. And every correct choice gives me a massive energy boost. That is the nature of the game in my domain. But beware! Making the incorrect choices, or attempting violence against me, will alter the next scenario. If you keep making incorrect choices, you’ll end up with a bad ending. And a bad ending means …”

The spirit snapped its fingers and the window to the dark room beyond grew wider. Nanami clenched his fists. The girl from earlier was not the only occupant. At least five other dark shapes lay in various poses on the uncovered items of furniture around the room. The other abductees.

“They’re also under my control, you see. And for every bad ending you get, one of them goes poof! But don’t worry, I’m kind. I won’t harm your students in that way.”

Nanami turned slowly back to the spirit.

Kind?

As unfathomable as it sounded, there was a tone of sincerity, almost warmth, in the spirit’s voice. As if it really, really believed that killing others, but not Nanami’s students, was an act of kindness. As long as he had been in the business of exorcising spirits, Nanami had developed a certain instinct about how to deal with specific types of curses. A sort of unerring sixth sense about how to deal maximum damage when handling them; getting to the heart of their true nature through their weaknesses. Something, perhaps his own innate technique, was telling him that there was an exploitable crack in the armour here.

“I see. That is kind of you.”

The spirit immediately beamed, for all it didn’t have eyes to express emotion with. The dark window disappeared, and the sunset took on an even rosier hue.

“I knew you’d see things clearly!”

“Tell me more about this game. Most importantly, what happens when the game ends?”

“Don’t worry about the students. They’ll be safe and wake up somewhere. If you don’t get any bad endings, all the civilians will be returned safely too. But they won’t remember anything that happened to them.”

“And me?”

“I can’t tell you that yet. Will that be a problem?”

Nanami considered for a moment before shaking his head firmly.

“No. I don’t care much what happens to me. As long as you give me a binding vow, as we sorcerer’s call it, that you’ll let them go when the time comes.”

The spirit’s smile grew impossibly broad, and it let out a small, dreamy sigh.

“You’re … really something, Mister Sorcerer. Or should I say, Nanamin. I checked your student’s chat with you and that’s such a cute nickname!”

Nanami twitched slightly at the moniker, but did not react otherwise.

“Call me whatever you want. But please make that vow.”

“Of course! Anything for you.”

Stretching one hand out, the spirit waggled its fingers. Cautiously, Nanami held out his hand and they grasped each other by the wrist. The spirit was fully corporeal, at least in its domain, the flesh beneath his fingers firm and human-like. A shudder seemed to pass through the spirit as he made contact. They spoke the words of their contract and, within the confines of this domain, those terms were made binding. Nanami let go and stepped back.

“All right. Now will you give me some information as to the nature of these game scenarios?”  

“You mean you haven’t guessed already?”

“No, I’m quite at a loss as to what they could be.”

The spirit clapped its hands and laughed.

“Why, they’ll be romantic, of course!”

“… Romantic?”

“Yes! A truly tingling tale of true love and fated lovers. The universe may conspire mischievously to keep them apart, but their honest, raw emotions will prevail over all! At least, as long as you get the good ending.”

Nanami was silent for a bit. He seemed to be thinking deeply, but in reality, this information had completely thrown him. If he understood correctly, this spirit wanted him to perform some kind of … romantic roleplay with it? Had he been mistaken? He had been operating under the assumption that this spirit had be born of the envy and resentment felt by the idol’s audience, but what was this all about then? It couldn’t be. But then again, even the most experienced sorcerers had come up, eventually, against spirits that defied their existing knowledge and instincts. Taking a breath, Nanami looked up.

“Romantic scenarios. Understood. I’ll play my part accordingly.”

“Eh?” It was the spirit’s turn to be caught off guard. “You agree just like that? I thought you’d at least resist the idea.”

“I have no reason to. If the lives of civilians are at stake, then I, and my students, will perform whatever role you assign to us to the best of our ability.”

Nanami reached up and, in a controlled motion, smoothed back his hair. He lifted his sweater slightly and tugged on the empty harness for his blade, snapping it back into place before neatly rolling up his sleeves. He faced the spirit and folded his arms.

“I am ready for you.”

Something crimson and wet dripped from the spirit’s nose. It hurriedly mopped it up with the back of its wrist.

“Ah, er, well. Let me prepare a few things and I will … be back soon.”

The window behind it opened and it scurried through. Nanami raised an eyebrow.

Was that blush part of the act?

[kiwisfics]

Summary: Jealous Werewolf fluff. I will not apologize. Fluff.

A/N: I have... a lot of were-animal ocs so I think writing stuff like this is so fun. The parcel bomb reference is toward how Dick and S/O met in most of my Dick fics. Roy only got dragged into this because he was the first person that came to mind after Oliver. I might have started more WIPs instead of finishing old ones but... I went off the deep end with my Dick hyperfixation.

C/W: Jealousy, territorial and possessive Dick, but not necessarily in a toxic way. Protective Damian makes an appearance.

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The pack tended to be closeknit. It was expected of packs, so the curiosity of a new person wearing the scent of the Waynes was fair. Even more so when the person wearing the scent was a human.

 The scent overwhelming the rest of the family’s was Dick Grayson’s—noticeably sweeter and less sharp than the rest of the pack’s tended to be—which drew its own attention from the attendees of the gala. A couple of the women sent her scathing looks, but she choose to ignore them. Dick and the rest of the family had all given her fair warning that some of the attendants might be annoyed over a human taking one of their own off of the market.

Dick’s scent and the fact that she was a human didn’t deter some of the men’s attention being placed on her. She ignored it just as totally as she ignored the glares, far more interested in keeping her head down and not making a scene that Bruce would need to smooth over.

Damian was hovering at her hip, flashing warning looks at anyone who came too close or stared for too long. Wolves weren’t any more dangerous than the humans of Gotham generally, but he remained vigilant regardless. Besides, wolves did tend to be territorial over their pack members, especially if it was a human being welcomed among them.

“The bodyguard act seems a little unnecessary, Dami.”

Said boy huffed in response, “You can’t be allowed to roam unattended in this den of wolves.”

“Well, I walk around the manor all the time without an escort.”

“Hey, that’s a little rude, bird.” Dick’s chin rested against her shoulder as he appeared, apparently finished with meeting his socializing quota of the night. She could practically feel the glares of the women that he’d left behind to return to her side.

“You’re literally wolves. It’s in the title.” She teased him as he tilted his head to take a not-so-subtle sniff at her neck. She didn’t acknowledge the affection until he began to nuzzle against her. “Are you seriously marking me right now? Didn’t you do a good enough job before we got here? You were doing this exact thing for thirty minutes straight.”

“A little extra never hurts. Besides, you’re starting to pick up on other packs’ scents.”

“You’re one to talk. I can practically smell the perfume of all those girls clinging onto you and I’m not even a wolf.”

“I don’t like how people are looking at you.” He mumbled the words with his face still tucked against her neck, being bold enough to nip at her pulse lightly.

She bit back a surprised squeak at the bite, “Yeah, well, I don’t like how they’re looking at you either. At least the ones staring at me have an excuse. I’m the only human here, of course they’re staring.”

Before Dick could reply, a familiar voice caught their attention, “Hey, [Name]!”

She perked up instantly, while Dick grumbled something under his breath before pulling away from her neck and standing straight. His arm wrapped around her shoulders possessively, but there was nothing unusual about that.

“Hey! What’re you doing here, Roy?”

Dick didn’t give him a chance to answer, “I didn’t know Bruce invited Ollie.”

Roy’s eyes narrowed slightly, and she had the distinct impression that there was some kind of wolfy interaction occurring beneath the two’s words. “He did, but Jason actually invited me.”

Dick huffed, the sound an obvious inclination that he was annoyed. “I didn’t know you knew [Name].”

“Met her through Jason. I didn’t know that you two were mates.”

Dick fixed the other male with a glare, teeth clenching and eyes narrowing like he’d said something offensive. [Name] had never seen him take a stance like he did now, back straight as a rod and shoulders squared to make himself bigger. If she hadn’t been so close to both of the men, she might have been worried, but, really, it was just cute to see him get so jealous over something so small, especially when he’d only moments before been drowning in the midst of a group of well-dressed women vying for his attention.

She placed her hand on his chest, turning herself against his side as she did, which gave him the opportunity to pull her even closer. “Dick, it’s-” She was cut off by an unfamiliar sound rumbling in his chest. “Are you growling?”

The question seemed to snap him out of whatever territorial mindset he’d entered and his attention was suddenly back on her, a guilty look in his eyes that reminded her of a misbehaved puppy.

“It’s okay.” She had to bite back her laugh at the look he was giving her, like he was fully convinced she was about to shove him away from her so she could make a run for it, “You didn’t scare me. And I’m not mad that you’re jealous.”

Roy snickered behind her, and she sent him a sharp side-eye. That was all it took for him to raise his hands and back away.

“I didn’t know that you knew any other wolves.” He lowered his head again to hide against her neck, more in a bid for affection than an attempt to mark her this time.

“I met him not long after the parcel bomb thing. Jason was on guard duty one night and Roy crashed the party looking for Jason. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s not.” He took a breath, releasing whatever tension remained in his muscles, “You don’t have to tell me everyone you know. Don’t think that. I was just being jealous. You didn’t do anything wrong. That was all me.”

“Well, I can’t blame you. You pick up on a lot more than me, so if I’m jealous of all the girls looking at you, then I’m sure you’re way more jealous of all the guys eyeing me. Even if they’re only looking at me because I’m a human.”

“They’re not. If Damian wasn’t giving them looks that could kill, I guarantee at least half of the men staring would be trying to make a move on you.” He growled against her neck, his grip on her hips tightening.

“We can go, if you want.”

He pulled away from her to meet her eyes, “You’re sure? If you want to stay, I don’t want to be the reason you think we should-”

“Dick, I am in the most nauseating dress I’ve ever worn. If it gets me out of this dress, then I’d gladly go to work right now. I would love to spend my time with you outside of this stupid gala.” She got to her tiptoes as he stood straight and got as close to his ear as she could, careful to whisper it as low as she could with the heightened senses of the other attendants in mind, “You look better in the Nightwing suit than the tux anyway.”

If he’d had a tail at the moment, she was sure it’d be wagging.

“Then what are we waiting for? After you.” He gave a dramatic bow as he gestured to the exit.

She patted Damian on the head as she moved towards the door, “If Bruce asks, say something came up.”

Damian wrinkled his nose in disgust, “I’m not lying just so you two can go tongue-wrestle.”

“I’ll tell Alfred that I broke the vase in the living room.”

There was no hesitation, “Deal.”

“Works every time.”

[gayferret420]

FUCK IT, CHASE NECROMANCER AU BAYYYBBEEEEEEE

Originally Chase found out about the whole necromancy thing from Moana when Tabatha died for the umpteenth time

Moana taught him how to do it incase something bad happened to Tabatha when she was gone

He started testing it out on small things like toads and lizards and plants

It went well, so he started trying it on bigger things, like dogs, birds and other animals

He got really good at it and desperately wanted to try doing it on a human, but unfortunately getting your hands on a dead body is more difficult than you would think

But with some illegal methods and a few cops getting black eyes, he revived someone! Yippe!

And he DID do it well. Not as well as he does it now, but for his first time? He did amazingly!

Moana did have to fix the person up a little bit, but over all Chase did great!

And after that he started doing it more often, and eventually he got amazing at it.

Like your great great great great grandma who died in the 1930’s? He could bring her back as long as you have the body (which at that point has probably decomposed but yk it’s the thought that counts)

That bag in the fridge that’s labeled Dead Dove: do not eat? Make that Alive Dove: still do not eat

And when he moves to Amber Beach, he starts a business off of that!

He feels bad for charging people for it but have you seen how expensive rent is? And he doesn’t charge as much he probably should for such a service, the highest he’ll go is $3000 dollars, and if its a little kid or pet than he’ll do it for free

And of course, like all things that you desperately want to keep a secret from your friends, they find out

One day, when Chase wasn't there, Shelby burst into the base and slammed a paper down on the table, and told Tyler and Riley about this ad for a necromancy service, and they decided that they would investigate it

So they went to the cemetery (morphed to add intimidation factor) and saw a man digging up a grave

welp that's probably the guy

Shelby walked up to the man and tapped him on the shoulder

“Now what do you think you’re doing, Sir?”

The man replied, “Fuck off Shelby, I’m busy.”

“Chase? W-What the fuck are you doing?”

“Oh you know, just my job. Say, you wanna watch me revive this guy?”

“Wait, what? You can actually bring people back to life?”

“Well yeah, I wouldn’t offer the service if I couldn’t do it.”

“Uhm…sure then. Tyler and Riley are here too if you don’t mind them watching.”

“The more the merrier! Plus, now I get to show Riley magic.”

(chase and riley are dating btw. i didn’t know how to put that in sooner lmao)

After a bunch of revival bullshit and dealing with a very violent teenage girl everyone except Chase is pretty shaken up by the whole thing

And the fact that Chase is treating this so casually is not helping

Riley especially, because what do you even do with this information? Suddenly the dead can come back to life as if nothing happened and you just have to deal with that

And on top of all that you learn that your boyfriend has been doing this for months and hasn’t told anyone.

Riley was more concerned than angry since this wasn’t the most legal business and Chase could probably get in a lot of trouble for it

And also you know. Digging up corpses and seeing horribly mangled bodies every day probably isn’t good for the psyche

Plus not being afraid of death could possibly lead to some dangerous decisions (which it has and will)

So overall Riley is cautiously supportive while also wondering about the morals of bringing back the dead

Tyler is freaking out about it but in a “This is SO COOL DUDE!” way

And Shelby is also freaking out about it in the way you expect for someone to freak out about it

But in the end everyone is kinda on board with it at least a little bit

And they decide not to tell the other rangers because they don’t want Ivan to burn Chase at the steak because of witchcraft

And this is probably a bit much for Koda

And they don’t feel like dealing with Kendall

And there is more but this post is long as fuck so I might make another one about it

also if you want me to scream about this and other AU’s and just chiley in general to you directly feel free to dm me I need more friends

[eldritcmor]

Can we ask about SH8's relationships with each other :0 like how they get along with each other and if there's more stuff going on that, say like, an ordinary team wouldn't see

(Also Pumpkin sounds so freaking cool! Reminds me of Wonder Woman)

(And might have read all your fanfics. Hope to see more of the monster au!)

Squad Eight is mostly a tight knit group. Pumpkin and Dusty knew each other long before SHC was a thing towards the end of the 2012 crisis. Originally Pumpkin was an international consultant for Knight’s Bridge Consulting and Dusty was an Independent Agent for The Council of Venice. Their paths crossed in the early 2000’s while hunting rumors of an auction for magical artifacts hosted by the Morning Light Cult. Their relationship didn’t change very much when SHC got rolling. Dusty would use Council resources to hunt rumors, connections, and information on important or dangerous items. Pumpkin would retrieve or disable those items neither The council nor The Factions would decide they want to make a power grab outside the usual range. Their relationship can be very business like at times but both know that they can absolutely trust the other when it comes to their skills or an emergency situation, such as hiding a former shadow and preventing said shadow from murdering his way to the top too quickly. Which leads us to Hutch!

Hutch was more acquired by Squad Eight. After being buried under rubble during the events of Las Almas, he was rescued by Dusty and Squad Six. He did not meet them till about a few months up to a year later. Pumpkin likes to keep an eye on interesting people. A shadow who decided to slip before the noose tightened counts as interesting. She kept an ear out, especially when Hutch started taking out Shadow survivors. Hutch was very much hostile when Pumpkin first started appearing in his vengeance plot. Pumpkin more saw Hutch as a promising new asset. She’d get him access to his targets and tid bits of information, but mostly left Hutch to get himself into trouble. Pumpkin has intervened on Two notable occasions. Hutch nearly getting himself killed by leaving a werewolf bite untreated and Hutch getting very nearly bleeding out in an alley for not recognizing who his target was. The wolf bite is also the first time Hutch meets Dusty. Pumpkin could not directly intervene as she was busy with an operation. So she sent Dusty in her stead. Dusty very much of the idea that Hutch was Pumpkin’s pet project. Hutch vaguely remembers being cussed out as someone cared for him throughout his fevered state. They make up later, after the stabbing incident when Pumpkin decides to fully recruit Hutch.

Lovely side note here. Hutch has an animal companion kinda. Dill the Raven. Dill is a magical construct. That bird is not alive. He was a gift from Pumpkin after one too many close calls. Dill also got his name cause Hutch didn’t know how to activate such a construct and stuck the little carved charm into a pickle jar. The charm could be activated by salt water. Pickle juice counts. ANYWAYS!

Hutch’s relationship with Pumpkin is vaguely toxic. Hutch is attracted to Pumpkin, there is no denying that. Its not romantic in the slightest, more friends with benefits. Pumpkin is willing to leverage as Payment or Relaxation for Hutch. Hutch feels he owes pumpkin on some level. Mainly because Pumpkin keeps saving his life or Helping him keep his more were-wolfish traits in check.

Finally we have Bell. Sweet sweet tortured Bell. Bell was originally an experiment for SWARM (you can ask @ask-lucans-ocs) Eventually Bell was discarded after he was no longer useful to SWARM as an experiment. Literally, They threw him in the trash to die. Pumpkin found him by accident. Cornered on a roof and went dumpster diving. Nearly landed on a bird. Pumpkin has a bad habit of taking in Strays. Especially what she sees as useful Strays. Pumpkin at first didn’t know how to deal with Bell’s regression but if SHC teaches anything, It’s roll with the weird. Pumpkin and Bell’s relationship developed from a point of care. Pumpkin treated Bell more like an injured feral animal and Bell fell for it. Pumpkin is far more doting on Bell. It’s why she doesn’t work with Bell on the Field. Hutch and Bell have a far more working relationship. Hutch target trained Bell, after all. And This tactic is used to full extent. Its point and swoop for the two. Bell tends to be protective of Hutch, emulating Pumpkin’s behavior around Hutch. Bell and Dusty have a more work first approach. Dusty will watch Bell but He will not watch over Bell. Bell perches on everybody but his two favorite for I can attack and crunch people are Pumpkin and Hutch.

[adzeisval]

You weren't meant to be there

Wee John goes shopping even when Izzy is warning him not to go. Major character death again. Also on AO3.

Wee John wondered if he should go to town by himself or not. It was just to the other side of the island to get some supplies for Lucius’ birthday but it was quite the trek and he was getting old. 

Lately there always seemed to be some young pirate trying to get in with the whole Revenge crew or start a bar fight. 

“You’re sure you want to go alone?” Jim asked. 

“I’ll be fine,” John said. Though…he had been having some odd trepidations but he pushed past them; he was probably just imagining things. He was going to be fine going to get a few supplies. It might take him all day to get there and back but he’d do it. 

Wee John made his way around the ocean path, his back was aching a little and his joints were bothering him but he wanted to be able to do the shopping by himself. And it was fun to be out in nature now and then and away from the rest of the crew. As much as he loved them all it was good to get away now and then. 

But…some things were a bit odd. 

He could have sworn several rocks moved on their own and birds spooked way too easily. It was like a ghost was following him. 

“Ah fuck. Izzy?” 

Wee John waited for an answer but there was none. 

“Izzy how dangerous could going to town be, really I’m going to be fine.” 

Wee John felt fine, well he felt fucking old, but he could still handle himself. He would be fine. But Izzy kept trying to make him turn back. Wee John was almost to town though so he would just keep going. He didn’t want to go back when he was almost there and he knew to be on the lookout when he was in town especially with Izzy acting weird.

Wee John spent some time at the edge of town looking around for anything odd. Nothing caught his eye, it was just the usual people milling about and the usual shops open. There were no soldiers of any type and looking in to the harbor there was no sign of anything strange. 

“I’m going in Izzy,” Wee John said. 

He was the only one in the shop and the shopkeep, Mr. Wilson waved at him and went back to his whittling. John was looking for something different to give to Lucius for his birthday. He wanted it to be special. Lucius was having a tough time with Pete getting so old and all his health issues. Wee John was surprised that he himself didn’t have more issues considering how wonky his back had been most of his life.

John had just picked out a fabric he thought might make a nice shirt when the ground started to shake. 

“Oh fuck…” John sat the fabric down and headed for the door, but everything went black. 

When John came to it was dark and he felt like there was an entire building on his chest. 

“Am I dead?” 

“Not just yet,” Izzy said. 

“Shit.” 

“You weren’t meant to be there, you were supposed to be at home,” Izzy said. 

“I’m sorry Izzy, just didn’t think there would be trouble,” John said, “The crew?” 

“Everyone at the Inn is alright.” 

Wee John wondered how long he was going to have to wait to be rescued. He didn’t know how many other people were trapped and how many people were unhurt and able to help. He could wait a while thought the longer he was aware the more aware of pain he was. 

His back felt horrible and his chest was tight and…he couldn’t feel his legs. It was also kinda hard to breathe…

“Izzy? Am I dying?” 

“I’m sorry John, I’m here to take you.” 

“Fuck. Is this going to take long?” 

“I don’t think so,” Izzy said. 

“Should have listened,” Wee John said. 

“I’m sorry,” Izzy said. 

John felt a little stupid over insisting on coming to town especially when Izzy was giving hints that something was going to happen. 

Something shifted in the ruined building and the weight on his chest increased and it was almost impossible to breathe. He groaned and struggled against the weight. His chest was aching for air but he could not get it in and he wouldn’t…he was…

“I’m here John, almost there.” 

Tears streamed down John’s face, he wasn’t supposed to be there and yet there he was just because he was stubborn and wanted to go anyway. He could see Izzy there with him and then things went black then came into focus. 

“There we are,” Izzy said. 

“Fuck, damn it,” Wee John said. 

“I know.” 

“Well let’s go,” Wee John said. It wasn’t the way he imagined going out but at least it didn’t take too long, “And you’re sure the others are alright?”

“They are, and I’ll let them know I was here with you,” Izzy said. 

“Thanks,” John said and followed Izzy.

[an-annyeoing-writer]

vampire!J-Hope x Reader: dinner time.

➢ Genre: suggestive fluff

➢ Warnings: minor mentions of death, blood

➢ Rating: +16

➢ Word count: 2 124

➢ Release date: 29th Dec. 2022

There were different things that people did to quench their instincts. Sometimes, biting your nails was sufficient to deal with nerves. Some other times, you could find fulfillment in avoiding creaks in the pavement. Some needs were a calling – you would find yourself becoming annoyed with yourself if you didn’t do your nails pretty every week or two, and stressed out if you didn’t watch a good TV show once in a while to rest your mind off with this mindless leisure.

Things, however, went on a completely new level when your boyfriend was a vampire. And, although he did pretty well behaving in socially acceptable ways on usual, once in a month even he had to indulge in his instinct, and wouldn’t you be a bad girlfriend if you deprived him from the pleasure of it?

It felt like a discovery of something new every time; the time spent together like this was especially intimate, and every time it happened, you felt all the closer to him. Was it what having a soulmate felt like? It must have been the case. You wouldn’t give your relationship for anything else in the universe.

You were so deep in your thoughts that it was the sound of a twig snapping nearby that made you suddenly return to reality. You froze, pressing your back into the tree you hid behind, the only one in sight that seemed wide enough to cover your entire silhouette. You held your breath, trying not to move an inch, as you heard very, very quiet steps coming in your direction.

He stopped right behind your tree, and you could swear you heard a low chuckle before he calmly walked forward, as if you weren’t there. You knew that there was no way he didn’t sense you – but you had nothing against taking this chance, and you waited a minute or so longer, making sure he’s gone again, before pushing yourself off the tree and running down the path you previously chose.

The forest was dark, and you barely saw where you were going. You stumbled on the uneven ground every few moments or so; that was the only real threat that you had to keep in mind – it would be quite unlucky if you were to sprain your ankle.

Yet, you weren’t prepared to step knees deep into a swamp and you let out an irritated whimper at the wetness seeping through your trainers and sweatpants – at the very least, after the first few months together, you learned that choosing cheap and easy-to-wash clothing for your adventures was the wisest choice. That was definitely, however, not the kind of mess you expected to occur.

You moved backwards, stepping back onto the dry surface. There was no point trying to clean anything – it was too dark for you to see anyway, so you let out a sigh before focusing your gaze on the space in front of you. Although everything was covered in shadows, your eyes had adjusted to some extent, allowing you to see the moonlight reflecting in the disturbed water’s surface. The swamps seemed to spread far forward, and there was no way for you to cross them without risking getting yourself even dirtier; not to mention, you had no idea how deep could they actually get. The solution was only one: you needed to go back.

Once you stopped running – you had no strength for that left anyway – everything around you became stoic, and you realized how empty the space around you felt. Shouldn’t there be birds, any wild animals? You wondered whether they were just asleep, or did you chase them away with your noisy behavior… or, maybe, were they feeling the predator lurk?

You pondered on how over the ages of human development, lack of a reliable threat source among other species dulled out people’s senses. You weren’t smart like animals who can actually stay quiet, nor as fit to run from the danger. You were as helpless as a newborn.

Yet again, so deep in your thoughts, you barely felt a brief, warm sensation on your neck; a breath? You turned around, startled, your heart beating in your chest. You stood in one place for too long, wondering where to go. Your legs had gotten cold from the water they were soaked in, and your steps were even more obvious now that leaves stuck to your heels.

Another sound of broken twigs, somewhere to your right; that made two signs in such a short time – you were certain that he knew what he was doing, and he was getting impatient. You started jogging towards your left instead.

You could swear that you felt a hand on your shoulder that made you pick up all your strength and run with all you’ve had, your breath and heartbeat deafening you, darkness around you becoming blurry; hell, it was a miracle that you didn’t fall onto your face yet, until-

“STOP!”

You were caught mid-step in his arms and pulled backwards before you could even react, your head spinning at the sudden change of directions. You stumbled in your tracks,  confused to the core.

“Don’t move.”

He held you upright, tight against his chest, and your heart beat fast as you tried to comprehend, what was going on. He was completely still, letting you calm down, but with your face pushed into his chest, you couldn’t even see his own.

“H-Hoseok?”

“It’s okay, just don’t move for a second.”

“What’s going on?” you whimpered.

He breathed out a shakily, his voice becoming tender.

“You almost stepped into snares. Just don’t move for a moment, you’re okay.”

His arms wrapped around you protectively, and you could tell, he was even more shaken than you, who just barely started to realize the danger you unconsciously found yourself in. You twisted your neck to look behind – surely enough, even in the darkness, the shiny surface of metal trap was quite visible. The more you looked at it, the more you realized it was not a small device, this thing… You shuddered at the thought of what would happen if you actually landed with your foot in it.

But you stood a good meter away from it, fully aware that there’s no way you can walk into it now, especially with Hoseok’s undivided attention on you, making sure that no step of yours will end poorly.

Yet, his hold on you didn’t subside, and you realized how scared he must have been; it must have been moments, from him observing you from quite far away to noticing the danger you were in and having to jump in without a second thought. After hours of such a harmless chase of yours, to turning into an actual danger – he must have been in even more shock than you were, so you pulled away from him just a bit, reaching your hand to touch his face in a calming motion.

Hoseok’s jaw was tense, his eyes still clouded with crimson of bloodlust.

“Hey… Hey.” You shifted to cup his face and make him look at you. His face relaxed, but he still seemed so vulnerable and worried, his breaths barely starting to calm down. Something was still wrong – you decided not to pry.

“Let’s go home” he finally said.

“Are you sure?”

“Let’s.”

He held your hand tightly as you walked through the dark forest to the car parked at its edge. You didn’t speak a word and neither did he, not sparing you a glance until you sat in the car, and he let out a deep breath, closing his eyes to give himself some time to calm down. You put your other hand over the one he held yours with, gently stroking his skin to soothe him.

A few minutes had passed, the atmosphere around him gradually calming, and eventually, you decided it’s a good time to speak.

“Hoseok, hey.”

He looked at you, defeated.

“Thank you” you whispered. “For saving me there. It’s okay now.”

He let out a dry laughter, finally letting go of your hand and bringing it to his forehead.

“God, that was such a stupid idea to come here” he spoke.

“You’re hysteric” you stated.

“You could have died there.”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“The chance of dying from something like this is probably below one percent, you’re definitely being hysteric.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I said I’m not.”

“Hysteric vampire. You’re a shame to your species, love.”

At the last comment, he couldn’t help but laugh genuinely, shaking his head in disbelief. You sighed in relief, realizing he finally calmed down.

He was sitting in the driver seat, and you quickly decided that there would be nothing nicer than to sit in his lap now. Maybe it wasn’t that bad of an idea, after all; maybe after all this time of horror-themed roleplay it was the right time to enjoy the time together like a normal couple?

Hoseok quickly wrapped arms around you, keeping you close to him. He looked quite tired, his head instantly resting against your chest. His calm breaths hitting your skin made you realize how cold you felt; your legs all wet from the previous accident, but your entire body also rather chilly from the temperature outside, despite the long exercise-like run that you had. There was far too much sweat on you for your liking, but it seemed Hoseok didn’t mind, pulling you even closer as he noticed your discomfort, reaching under the seat to pull out a blanket and wrapping it around your frame. He turned the car’s heating on as well.

He stared at you adoringly when you adjusted the blanket, finally becoming comfortable in the rather narrow space of the car.

“Do you want to go home? I could stay like this” you admitted rather boldly, leaning your face on his shoulder.

“We can stay like this… a bit.”

“Aren’t you hungry?”

“I am… just a bit.”

When he smiled down at you, you saw his fangs protrude, sharp as needles, and as dangerous as exciting to see. Your breath hitched at the realization. Hoseok’s arms wrapped around you tighter, and you felt your stomach flutter with fear and excitement – the kind you knew and cherished, the sensation of adrenaline mixed with vulnerability. God, did it feel nice when his hand rested on the back of your head, pulling you towards him, and you obediently let him maneuver your body in a way that was convenient to him.

“Shh” he whispered, although you swore you didn’t make a sound. His lips touched the crook of your neck and you shifted, straddling him instead. The vampire hummed, able to press your whole chest into his own as he pressed a light kiss into your skin.

When the pain came, you let out a breathless whimper, your fingers clutching helplessly on his shirt as he dug his fangs in deep, completely paralyzing you. His gulps were slow, he took his time, making sure not to drink from you too greedily, his arms still wrapped around you, securing you in place, making you feel safe. You didn’t know how it happened that instead of a pained whimper, you let out a moan instead. You sometimes wished to ask him, if it was normal – was a bite supposed to eventually make the victim feel good? Or was it just you, hooked on the idea of having a vampire of a boyfriend, the forbidden relationship just so exciting that enjoyment of being his victim became a quirk of yours.

You weren’t to find out about the truth this time, though. With blood loss, you found your body relaxing into his embrace, your hands resting loosely on his shoulders, your body relaxing to the point of becoming limp in his arms.

When he finally pulled away, he made sure you saw him lick over his lips in an almost theatrical manner. The corners of his lips lifted in a smirk as he looked up your worn out face, his own no longer showing any fatigue. You breathed out a small laughter.

“Thank you for the meal” he purred.

You leaned in and put a kiss on his lips, tasting the blood that it came with. Hoseok deepened the kiss for just a moment before he pulled away, admiring your own blood that now found itself in the corner of your mouth, and wiped it away with his finger.

“Thank you for taking care of me” you replied.

But the smile on your face slowly relaxed as you leaned onto his shoulder again. The blood loss started to take better of you, your thoughts dissolved and the warm coat of slumber finally embraced you fully.

[ladysunbite]

@fallesto

The birds sang amidst the trees, and the winter-eyed princess' voice sounded hard and sharp against their careless song. It must be something she longed to ask, for she kept the question under her tongue long enough to be just an idle chatter. Orianna's eyes flickered, catching the light in a way no human eye could, she was more like a bird herself. Something different. Something one might want to put on a leash, if one feared it. The question was a leash. "My purpose is the same as yours. This is my home, whether it treats me kindly or not. Unfortunately, I love it deeply," the vampiress closed her eyes and let the setting sun bask her marble face in its rays, press upon the eyelids, crawl under them and burn...no, not anymore. She got used to it with time. No it only gave her warmth. The winter-eyed princess beside her burned with the rage, blinding, life-giving wrath that keeps one going, sometimes even beyond the point one needed to reach to be safe and sound. "Now I understand why you mean a lot to my little brother," a nod in Sylvia Anna's direction, a sign of pleasure at cracking the riddle. Both the woman and Dettlaff shared the absence of boundaries whence it came to the sense of what was wrong and what was right. If several knights were dishonorable, if they broke the sacred laws, if they left their duchess-to-be to be picked up by wild animals, not even giving her an honour to be slayed as a sacrifice...let one and all burn. Every knight and every vine upon a tree, every child that have been born after the rotten deed and every flower that bloomed since. "You do not acknowledge half measures. It's a rare quality, both captivating and dangerous, like a good sword or a shard of a mirror..." it was the essence of the dreamy duchy, especially once it woke from its dreams. A part of Orianna craved it, longed to return to dancing under the blind never-changing moon, tearing all thoughts of consequences and time apart like an old tapestry, but...it was an old part of hers, that also lied dormant under the rich soil of Toussaint. Let it sleep. "...that would be quite a tale, Your Grand Ducal Highness," she offered in the best manner of a courtier...and added before she could realize the meaning of her words. "...and my deepest delight." why, the woman before her was no more than one of her children, same broken heart and desire to return what was hers. How many cried in her arms for what was taken away from them - their purpose in life, be it a purpose of a peasant child or a queen's daughter? Loosing it was a devastation to one's mind. The sun-eyed vampiress lost it long ago and crafted anew, as did both her athumicas, each one in their own way. The pains were familiar to her. And her children sensed it, and went to her to be cured. Sylvia Anna was more irksome, than pleasing to her, openly ready to tear down the equilibrium the sun-eyed vampiress was getting drunk steadily in centuries. And yet, not once in their time together did she bask away in fear of the nature that flowed beneath the chiseled face, polished manners, and velvet clothing, while the knowledge reflected simple and clear in her cold, wintry eyes. Even her children had to pluck and tear something from their minds, the part that screamed "run", despite the fact that the benevolent mistress proved to mean them no harm again and again. The reason she wore no mask at Mandragora was precisely it - people recognized her by their own, animalistic dread. And ah, how pleasant the absence of that fear and shame was to taste. How surprising. "You are seeking justice, but do you need a throne to obtain it?" The sun was almost sunken beneath the trees. Their loitering at the inn did them no good, but the realization came too late. Orianna didn't desire to loose Sylvia Anna to some rabid monster of the forest out of pure carelessness, even if it might have meant the end to the brewing trouble. Sending a human into the night woods to hunt a hunter was that very carelessness.

"We are approaching a mill. If I am not mistaken it belongs to..." the cultured vampiress strayed her horse, trying to puzzle the time and the place together. "...a nobleman, that used to serve your father the Duke. Count de la Croix?"

“Then what is your purpose, why have you remained here for long and pick to hide among us.” Did she even want to know, not really? The higher vampire she had courted, chased and it seemed during those nights far away, he was more afraid of her than she was of him, when he jumped out on her, all fangs and claws, she was more amused than anything else, if that was meant to scare her, then he needed to try harder, very much so. She has seen real fear and she has seen real monsters and they were not ghouls, goblins nor even vampires, they where men called knights, they where women called rulers, they where the true monsters of this land and she will have her cup overfilled with there blood for all that they have done.

As she would bow her head to the vampire before her, what she has learned about them from her ways and time spent with the other, was that they where like humans in many ways, almost, but not quite fully, which was always a challenge. It was like sitting at a table with a wolf, tamed as it might be, but at the end it had every single possible means to end you and you had little if anything at all to try and stop it from happening.

“This is my home, it is in my blood and they tried to take it from me.” As she spoke, but this was not some little story of someone coming back, to fight against the wrong and take what was stolen from her, hardly. She was owed this much, she was owed this land and all within it, everything here, by all laws of the land that this belong to her and another sat on the throne that had been stolen from her, this curse was nothing more than nonsense, a means and a way to flick her away and put someone else in her seat of power.

“… it is simple, it is mine.”

As she would shrug her shoulders.

“It belongs to me, another has taken it, I want it back.”

To sit on her throne as it was meant to be, she would change everything, destroy those who had lied about her, harmed her as well and sought nothing other than to ruin her, anyone who is a friend of her sister, was no true friend of her own. “You understand that, you have children, would it not anger you if someone where to raise a hand to them, or take them from you.” As she dropped her head to the side. “Another time, you would have found me.” A small child running scared through the forest being chased out of her lands by the knights that where meant to protect her from harm, being the people who where harming her, funny how life turns things around and works in the end.

“This is where the path has taken me, I want to have those who wronged me, dead at my feet.”

[aemonds-sapphire]

Coffee Run - Hawks x Reader (Smut)

Summary: Hawks simply wanted to enjoy his coffee in peace, but you had needs of your own, especially knowing he was entering his rut. You know what they say... be careful with what you wish for, because you just might get it.

Warnings: NSFW. Rut!Hawks. Feral Hawks. Public sex. Breeding kink. Pregnancy kink. Lactation kink (brief mention). Featherplay. Slight overstimulation.

Word count: 3.7k

Hawks was nearing his rut. That much was clear. Keeping up an easy going appearance was what he excelled at, until he hit that particular time of the year. Until he was forced to take that medication that would suppress his primal instinct to breed.

But rarely anything in this world came without bearing unpleasant consequences.

“I’ll just have the usual. Thanks.”

The young waitress then turned to you expectantly. “And you, miss?”

You pondered for a second as you eyed the pro hero sitting in front of you. To anyone oblivious to the changes occurring in his body they might think he was just not a morning person.

An idea popped in your mind all of a sudden.

“I’ll have a strawberry lollipop,” you finally said, causing Hawks to briefly lift his eyes from the phone in his hand. “What? I have a sweet tooth.”

The waitress nodded and walked away. He was still glaring at you, one fuzzy eyebrow slightly arched.

“Just that? It’s not a proper breakfast.”

“Neither is coffee, yet here we are.”

He shrugged at your response, shifting his attention back to his phone.

Coffee was his personal mood booster. It was dangerous to demand anything from a rutting Hawks until he had drunk an unhealthy amount of it.

The sun was barely out, and that was exactly why he’d choose this café. Only a few people would be there, which meant he wouldn’t have to deal with loud fans walking up to him and asking for selfies or autographs... or even hugs. It was perfect to hide from everyone how moody and snappy he could get in times like these.

But you figured he still wasn’t taking the medication. He always dreaded it because of how groggy and lethargic it’d leave him.

“You okay?”

He had his index finger flicking up and down on the screen. “Sure.”

But what Hawks didn’t know was that... well... you knew what why he was acting so unlike him.

Soon after, the waitress came back with a large cup of coffee and your lollipop that you promptly snatched from the tray with a smile.

Hawks mumbled a quick ‘thanks’ and you watched him take a few gulps of the hot beverage, while you removed the wrapping.

He sighed in pure relief as his huge wings vibrated from the instant pleasure. “I really needed this.”

You also reckoned he needed something else.

Sliding the round candy in your mouth, you propped your chin on interlaced fingers, regarding him quizzically.

“Is that all you need?”

The apparent innocent question had his golden eyes meet yours. However, you needed them to travel south, so you parted your lips seductively and dangled the lollipop from one corner of your mouth to the other with your tongue.

Bingo.

Hawks’ eyes dropped to your mouth in an instant, taking in the sight of you skilfully twirling the stick while letting out some lewd wet sounds.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what? I love sucking...” you said innocently.

The cup in his hand cracked lightly from his tight grip, and a faint frown settled on his beautiful face.

“You sure you okay?”

For someone who was able to maintain an wavering smile not matter the circumstances, Hawks really was falling behind his reputation. Maybe it wasn’t wise for you to keep pushing him like this. All the innuendos and teasing would eventually get him to snap.

You kept on sucking and licking the hard candy happily, eyeing your boyfriend with utmost interest.

He took another sip of his hot coffee, and you noticed his pupils were slightly dilated. Undoubtedly, the visual of you sucking on something was a enough to spark his arousal.

“Hmm... this tastes so good...” you moaned softly, fluttering your eyes shut for a brief moment. “Want to taste it?”

When he didn’t reply, you decided to take it up a notch. You kicked off your shoe and moved it to touch his leg.

He arched an eyebrow.

Slowly, you began sliding it up his leg and only stopped once you’d reached his inner thigh.

“Stop...”

You let the round candy caress your bottom lip, making sure he could see strings of your saliva sliding down to coat your tongue. Mustering a bit more courage, you dragged your feet until it reached his crotch.

Hawks was hard as a rock.

“You’re so warm...” you whispered, rubbing your foot against his cock.

You could tell he was about to snap.

“Hawks? Honey, look! It’s Hawks!”

You quickly turned your head to look at a young couple that was approaching your table. It couldn’t be avoided. Even in the early hours there would always be someone who was a fan of Hawks.

Hawks was forced to regain his composure, and you figure it was taking every single fibre in his body to produce his trademark unwavering grin.

The woman seemed a little hesitant at first. “Are we interrupting something? I’m so sorry... we are big fans.”

“You are such an inspiration to us,” the man added with excitement.

“Thank you!” Hawks beamed, his beautiful features never betraying what was going on under the table. “Want an autograph?”

She quickly nodded, rummaging through her purse to get a pen. “Our baby will love you, too. We’ll make sure of that.”

Hawks visibly swallowed. “Baby?”

“Yes! We found out we’re going to be parents last week.”

You side-eyed him closely. Inwardly, you started cackling in delight, knowing far too well this was one of Hawks’ most intimate triggers. It was far too obvious that being in his rut made it all much worse for him

“Congratulations! How is everything going?” you inquired sweetly, applying gentle pressure on his covered erection with your toes.

He shifted in his seat, doing his best to cope with the sudden stimulation coming from you.

The woman seemed taken aback by your kindness and quickly bowed her head while handing the pen to Hawks.

“Oh, the morning sickness can be quite draining, but otherwise I can’t complain.”

Her partner handed Hawks a copy of a magazine that had him on the cover. He blushed awkwardly. “She keeps it in her purse in case we run into you so we can get an autograph.”

“That’s awesome,” he said genuinely, his voice slightly strained as he drew his signature on it. “Thanks for the support.”

The couple retrieved the magazine and bowed to both of you before walking away.

“That is so cool...” you said, twirling the lollipop stick in between your thumb and index finger. “I wonder what it feels like being pregnant.”

Hawks moved your foot away from his crotch. “Bathroom. Now.”

Your mouth fell open at his sudden outburst, sliding your foot back into your shoe. “Why?”

He rose to his full height as his red wings quivered slightly. “I’m done with you.”

Placing the hard candy back on its wrapping, you gulped as you followed his lead. The café had started to get more clients, and some of them shot a few glares at the winged hero.

The waitress was eyeing both of you. “Is everything okay?”

Hawks shot a brief smile. “She’s not feeling well.”

He certainly had a way to have things go his way.

She looked at yo worriedly. “Should I get help?”

Hawks hurried you into the bathroom, before adding. “She’s with the number two pro hero. I’m all the help she needs.”

Point taken.

Hawks pulled you into a small cubicle, shutting the door with a kick. You heard the lock rattle and you took the opportunity turn around to face him. His massive wings struggled to fit inside the confined space, which caused him to look more menacing as they coiled up against his body.

“You’re rutting.”

His pupils were fully blown and you briefly saw something flash in his eyes. “Of course you know.”

“I know a lot of things,” you cooed, dragging down one hand to squeeze him through his pants. “You’re not taking your medication.”

You’d been dating Hawks for a few months now, and you found out that he went through a rut every year by mere chance. It didn’t take long for you to connect the dots after hearing a phone conversation between him and someone from the commission — you assumed it was a doctor —, who insisted that Hawks had to take the hormonal suppressant medication to lessen the effects, allowing him to function properly.

“I don’t fucking need it,” he snarled at you through gritted teeth.

“I think you do... if you’re so willing to fuck me in a public bathroom,” you whispered seductively, giving his cock a gentle squeeze. “I wonder what made you snap... was it the conversation about pregnancy... or—“

Hawks had had enough of your running your mouth, and with little effort on his part, he flipped you over so that you were now pressed against the bathroom sink, a tall mirror capturing your surprised expression along with his feral one.

“No, little bird...” he growled, hooking his gloved fingers in the belt loops of your pants. “I am not gonna fuck you. I’m gonna breed you.”

It was a dark promise, and one you knew he could keep. After all, that was the purpose of a rut: to breed. Every single cell in his body was prepared for this, and you couldn’t bring yourself to pretend this sudden shift in Hawks’ demeanor didn’t make your pussy clench.

Your hands were supporting your weight by gripping the edge of the cold material of the sink, and you tentatively leaned forward in an attempt to brush against his crotch.

Hawks slid one hand to your front, effectively undoing your pants. “You’re ovulating... fuck...”

That caught by surprise. “What...”

He shifted his body on top of yours, so he could nuzzle your neck, capturing your scent.

“I can smell it... fuck...fuck... you need to be bred...”

In one swift motion, he yanked your pants down. Hawks was usually so much more gentle with you during sex; this was definitely something unexpected, but that you couldn’t stop yourself from yearning.

On the other hand, you considered his words for a moment. Did he really mean it? Did he really want to knock you up, or was this just his hormones talking?

Either way, this was turning you on beyond belief, and you decided to egg him on.

“You want to breed me?”

He was nipping at your neck, causing a few of his moans to be heard. You could feel the hard print of his cock pressed against the curve of your ass, and as you bucked your hips instinctively you felt his own meet you halfway, setting a slow rhythm.

“I need to knock you up... I need you tummy all swollen with my baby,” the young man kept mumbling more to himself than to you, but you couldn’t get enough of it. “I need your... your...”

A gush of wetness leaked out of your pussy as you felt him fumbling with his belt. Through the reflection in the mirror, you could see a faint blush settling on his face, increasing his handsomeness by a tenfold — you didn’t even know how that was possible.

“My what...” your voice came out in a low mewl, keeping your hips swaying at a steady pace.

Hawks undid his pants at once, and gave your ass cheeks a few slaps with his leaking cock.

He gripped your hip tightly. “Let me see your tits...”

You kept yourself balance on one hand as the other dragged the fabric of your shirt up, rolling it just above your breasts. Hawks released his cock, bringing his hips forward to have it slide between your round cheeks; you could start to feel the wetness coating your skin and standing your panties as he kept humping you. His free hand moved to grasp your bra, jerking the material down and finally exposing your hardening nipples.

Hawks heaved a deep breath, resting his chin on your shoulder as he looked at your body through the mirror.

“Can’t wait until they get bigger... full of milk... leaking for me...” he brushed his gloved thumb across your sensitive nipple, causing it to harden even more. “I bet it will taste so good... so sweet... you know I love sweet things.”

Your mind was going blank from all the pleasure being delivered to you at once. From his cock slowly fucking your ass cheeks all the way to the way he was glaring at you through some public bathroom mirror while spitting out the filthiest things you had ever heard him utter.

He snapped his hips hard for a split second, almost causing you to lose balance, forcing you to grip the sink with both hands, eyes still fixed on the way your breasts bounced softly along with each shove from him.

Slowly, he dragged his hand to your lower abdomen, massaging it with spread fingers. “Fuck... I need to feel it getting swollen... gonna knock you up so good.”

Streaks of precum were sliding down your cheeks, leaving wet trails behind and sending jolts of pleasure running down your spine.

“Sorry, but I’m gonna make you cum fast,” he suddenly said.

You weren’t really sure why he was apologizing for that, or even how he intended to achieve such feat. Hawks was more than capable of pleasuring women, but even the most skilled man certainly had his limitations when it came to how fast they could make a woman reach her high.

Even so, apologizing for giving someone an orgasm probably ranked up high with the likes of “Sorry, but I’m going to give you a new house” or “Sorry, but I’m going to give you an unlimited supply of money”. Out of all the things he could feel sorry for — like desperately banging you in some public bathroom, for example—, that one should be the least of his concerns.

As if reading the skepticism splattered across your face, he gave you a knowing smile, and before you could even wonder what he meant by that you felt something poking your covered clit.

What the...

“Hawks!”

You didn’t expect desperate Hawks to play fair, but this was on another level. The fabric covering your soaked pussy was being pulled to the side, and in no time a velvety object started proving your pulsing clit.

He was using his feathers.

Now you knew what he meant by making you cum fast, the bastard. The sensation was overwhelming, and you vaguely wondered why he had never tried this before.

“Shh... I need you to cum first, so I can have your pussy milking my cock,” he pressed a kiss on your neck. “Be a good girl and keep your voice down.”

With one hand still caressing your tummy and the other squeezing one breasts softly, you tried hard to bite back your moans as his feather kept stroking your clit as he commanded.

You started panting heavily, drunk in pleasure. “I... I... Hawks...”

Seeing that you weren’t going to be able to keep quiet, he brought the hand on your breast to clamp it over your mouth.

“You’re so ready for me... I can feel the vibrations through my feather... you’re throbbing so much for me, baby...”

And it was the absolute truth. Your were absolutely sure his feather was already drenched in your juices, but you didn’t care at all. A few more flicks and strokes sent your hips into auto-pilot, trying to get more friction.

Long and drawn out moans erupted from your throat only to be muffled by his gloved hand.

You could feel something in your core swirling and shifting and through the haze of passion, you could tell it was the tension building up inside you that was reaching a dangerous peak.

“Good girl... t-that’s my girl... getting ready for me to breed her...”

His dirty talk served as the perfect incentive for you to get closer and closer to the edge. You saw your vision begin to tunnel and suddenly you fell headfirst into the explosion of pleasure that had your arms and legs shake violently, and you thanked the heavens that Hawks’ body was pressed against yours, or you’d have sunk to your feet.

But before your pussy could stop contracting around nothing, you felt your body being pushed forward and in one quick slide, his cock was buried deep inside you.

Hawks’ hips faltered for a second as he adjusted to your tightness. “Fuck!”

The feather brushing your clit stopped its ministrations, and as your field of vision started clearing, you saw it hovering in front of your face. It was completely covered in your juices and a few droplets dripped onto the sink. His hand fell to grip your hip, and your lips immediately parted in a silent scream as overstimulation took over.

“Keep it open... lick... lick it...” he groaned, his voice strained and shaky as his cock endured your contractions.

You extended your tongue out, allowing is feather to drag along it, pooling your wetness on your tongue.

Hawks’ reflection shivered before your eyes at the newfound source of pleasure. “F-fuuuck... just like that...”

His wings fluttered as so did the feather stroking your muscle, and even though your orgasm had already subsided, the never ending stimulation from his thick cock hitting deep inside you was just too much.

“I’m gonna lose it! Fuck!” he nearly cried out, ad you could only pray that no one could hear him outside.

Your knees bucked weakly as he snapped his hips into you once, twice and again closing in on his own release, but the moment you ran your tongue over the sensitive extension of his body you knew he was done for. He bucked up to meet your hips in an especially sharp thrust and you could feel the hot gush of his cum deep inside you, coating your trembling walls, mixing with your own juices.

He hadn’t lasted long, but you weren’t at all surprised, considering how much the vast array of different stimuli that he was subjected to in such a sort amount of time.

A few seconds ticked by, and he finally began pulling out, you pussy reflexively clamping around him as if to make him stay.

“Stop clenching like that before I get hard again...” he warned, giving your ass a soft smack as he slid out completely with a loud slurping sound.

You whimpered softly as emptiness filled you instead. As you were about to straighten yourself, you felt a blob of cum threading to spill, and Hawks promptly kept you leaning forward.

“I didn’t just fill you with a big load for you to waste it all,” and with that, he dragged the tip of his cock along your leaking pussy and pushed it back inside. “There you go... all stuffed again.”

The head of his cock didn’t stay inside you for long, and once he slid out you reached for paper from the dispenser hanging on the wall.

He grabbed your arm. “No.”

“I need to clean myself...”

“No, you don’t,” Hawks whispered sweetly into your ear, and you felt him tug at your panties before letting the fabric slap your over sensitive clit. “You’re gonna be a good girl and keep it all in.”

Your eyes widened in shock. Certainly, he didn’t mean that....

“Hawks... I can’t walk around with your cum dripping from me,” you stated as a matter of fact.

You saw his reflection in the mirror; he had a devious smile dancing on his lips, making your insides coil in sudden realization.

“Didn’t you want me to breed you? Then keep my cum inside your tight pussy,” he began, planting soft caring kisses on the side of your neck in between. “Think you can do that for me, beautiful?”

Feeling your panties sticking to your swollen lips with the aftermath of both your juices and drops of his cum made a shiver run down you entire body.

You nodded once.

Suddenly, he bent over slightly to grasp the waistband of your pants, quickly dragging them up your thighs.

“Time to go,” he huffed as one of his gloved hands brushed along his unruly golden locks of hair. “This was just meant to be a quick coffee run.”

There was a faint smudge of pink crossing his nose and resting on both his cheeks. He looked positively less tense, with his blush being the only indicator that he had just emptied his balls deep inside you.

He unlocked the door and exited first, but not before shooting his Hawks-like smile at you. “I’ll be going ahead to pay and deal with the fans.”

You chuckled as the door closed, and turned to look at your reflection in the mirror while adjusting your clothes. “Well... don’t look at me like that. He’s impossible to resist, especially like this...”

After you were done washing your hands, you took a few steps immediately feeling a few drops of cum dripping onto your panties. You clenched your pussy hard in the hopes of preventing more from spilling.

This was not going to end well.

Taking a deep breath, you walked out and were met with the waitress. “Oh! Are you alright now?”

Yeah, I just got fucked hard and I have cum leaking from me. “Yes! Thank you, and sorry for leaving like that... I really wasn’t feeling well.”

She nodded in understanding, stepping aside to let you walk into the lobby only to see a loud commotion of people piling up around something. Big massive turfs of scarlet feathers quickly gave it away and you smiled fondly.

Hawks.

A few girls standing nearby were giggling to each other, catching your attention.

“Oh my... he’s so much more handsome up close,” one said with a dreamy sigh.

“His wings are so pretty...” the other murmured.

Yes. Hawks had that effect on nearly everyone he crossed paths with. In one way or another, people had the tendency to fall fo him and be drawn by his quirky personality. Even if at the end of the day, once he got home, you could see the wearing effects of having to keep up with this society’s standards.

As the crowd began to disperse, he waved a hand at you.

“It was so nice to have you here, Hawks,” the young waitress blurted out as you two made your exit. “Please come again!”

The number two pro hero bowed his head and gave her a thumbs up. “I’m sure I will. Very soon,” he winked at you.

Very poor choice of words.

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Masterlist

[gogolstoelicker]

How about all the form leaders including howl having a s/o that is similar to wammawink from centaurworld.

I love her character so much💝💝

Thank you 🌹❤

Dorm leaders with a Wammawink!MC

notes: i hope i get her character right KSJJSNS and who is howl🧍🏻‍♂️is it that beautiful bird guy from howl's moving castle

Having a happy and motherly personality, you're willing to keep those you care for safe.

You like doing fun things and is often seen as dimwitted at times but you can actually be very intelligent and serious when the situation calls for it.

You can get a little overprotective of those you care for but it's only because you fear they'll be taken away from you if danger strikes.

Riddle:

oh... o h..! o h ! !

as someone who doesn't have a good mother growing up, he is a little awkward with u

but theres smth he always lacked cough cough motherly love cough cough

so he soaked up ur affections even tho he feels pretty awkward about it

soon got used to it

now whenever he did smth amazing, he would turn to look at u like

is very happy to have u around, u actually got invited to every unbirthday party heartslabyul hosted

doesn't really mind u doing things u see as fun, as long as you're having fun and it's not dangerous

in fact, u might be able to make him join u if u coax him enough

but there's little chance of that happening since he mostly just watch u to make sure you didn't get hurt

he's pretty protective of u, you're protective of him

one time ppl talked behind his back and u taught them a lesson

got in trouble with the teachers after but it was worth it💪‼️

Leona:

doesn't like the happy energy at first

this is like cheka if he's grown up but less clingy to him and a little more on the motherly side

at first he thought u wanna butter him up

until he realizes, no. u actually care about him

he will never admit it but he soaks up the affection u gave him

might even get a little snappy and more grumpy if u don't pamper him enough

his tail is hitting the ground angrily

either u affection or u affection😡😡😡(i went emotes hunting so y'all getting all these images)

he does care abt the rumors and people talking smack about him but since he can't really do anything to change their minds, he just turn a blind eye

oh well until he saw u on ur way to argue with the people who talked smack about him

u almost got into a fight too LMFOAOAOA

well that was until he stepped in

he was smug about it btw, his tail is waving back and forth

don't mention it tho, unless u want him to smack ur face with it

Azul:

probably goes "i wanna talk to the manager" when he rope grim, ace and deuce into that contract with him

at first think you'll be an easy target until u did a 180 and catch him by his tentacles or smth

azul punching the air bc he should've known someone that appears dimwitted could be smart

he's around floyd a lot so he should've known

oh well no use crying over spilled milk amirite

once y'all stop having this mafia family feud, u guys might get along well

azul now have another bodyguard

bc whoever that breach the contract or talk smack about him

they'll have two tall scary eels and a prefect from another world after their ass

other than ur friends bc favoritism

azul doesn't know how yall went from going for each others throat to being friends

but hey, he's not one to reject good stuff🤔‼️

esp since be really likes how u try to make him take care of himself especially if he overworked

Kalim:

YOU like doing fun stuff, HE likes doing fun stuff

you know who doesn't like the fun stuff tho? jamil.

bc if you two slip up and got into trouble, he's the one who have to pull kalim away from it

and pull u out of trouble too or else the teacher will see the lie or smth

kalim had a really fun time with u! u match his energy so well and he had so much fun with u‼️

expect magic carpet rides with him

no matter the time, he would literally have u ride the magic carpet with him especially if you ask

since he's the first born(correct me if I'm wrong), he's always the one taking care of his siblings

so having u take care of him and fuss over him kind of makes him go 🤔🤩‼️

now kalim have two protectors

be careful nrc or anyone who doesn't like him, u don't wanna mess with kalim and his snake protector and his alpaca protector

Vil:

the mom friends meeting each other🤝

he fuss abt ur appearance and well being, u fuss about his appearance and well being

well maybe not his appearance since he always look at his 100🤔

he's not used to someone looking after him since he is completely capable of taking care of himself

but it's a nice feeling so he doesn't really mind much after a while

won't let u mess up his diet or touch his appearance since he spend a lot of time taking care of them himself and make them perfect

so instead, just try to make sure he had enough rest and is hydrated or smth🤔or check if he's feeling especially down bc of neige(?how to spell) or smth

he'll really appreciate it‼️

just bc he's famous, doesn't mean everyone will like him so some students were probably mocking him behind his back or smth

vil just scoffed abt it and was abt to wrnt along his day when u step in instead

he is also very smug abt it for the rest of the week btw

Idia:

oh no its an extrovert

cries a little on the inside whenever u approach him

he literally almost bolted away from u

‼️ why are u being so nice to him, there's many others here that u can give that same treatment to pls just ignore him and leave him alone‼️

but he got used to it soon

since you're literally taking care of him and always respects him boundaries

he's even comfortable enough to let u in his room after

now he have a mother figure taking care of him

u took care of his meals, tried to let him have his daily dose of sunlight

he's not used to this but he's fine with it^^!!

other than the going out part ofc

unless its just u three(u, him and ortho) then maybe hes ok with it🤔

one time someone badmouthed idia when you were around with idia's tablet

since ur figure is covering the tablet, they didn't really see him so they just

talk shit

so now they have u after them

idia:

talk shit get hit amirite💪💪💪

Malleus:

fuck this jmage i hate whoever that did this

oh well uh, does this explain enough?

he's more than happy to find and do fun stuff with u

gargoyles hunting, late night walks that turned to a racing contest to the ramshackle dorm's door, anything!

he especially liked how u always cheerfully greet him and fuss over his well being

actually got worried about his sleep schedule and was about to make him sleep in ramshackle once

until he told u faes don't need that much sleep

u going🤨 before hesitantly going along

actually caught some people talking about how they were scared of him and all

he's kind of down abt it since pls. pls someone just approach him and be his friend. he wants one.

until he saw u step in and scold them (u don't know he's there btw)

sure, malleus looks intimidating and is a very powerful magician but he's not gonna eat u just bc u made eye contact or smth😡

the students just having to listen and nod their heads at u bc they know they have no chance at rebuttal

the diasomnia residents are very happy there's no thunder or storm that day since the dorm leader seems very happy^^

[cjsinkythoughts]

Not Your Captain

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 1695

Warnings: Falcon and the Winter Soldier Spoilers!!!!! Lots of Angst in this one, guys, lotta feels, some Fluff to counterbalance it, but mostly Angst, Cursing

A/N: This is Part Two to my previous FATWS writing, His Only Contact. FATWS SERIES STERLIST HERE! This one is from Reader’s perspective and gives you a bit more about Reader’s backstory. There will be multiple parts coming out in the next day or two based just on this new episode because damn. It was loaded!  Due to this and my workload this past week, I haven’t been able to post the first chapter of my College!AU, Erased From the Stars, but I promise it’s coming! This’ll be my main focus for the weekend though! Expect more parts in the next 24 hours! I’ll be making a masterlist for this particular project in that time, too! Taglists are open! Please contact me if you want to be tagged! Thank you and please enjoy, loves! (Not beta’d, so sorry for mistakes!)

AGAIN: SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

The moment you saw it on TV, you knew you had to get to Bucky. You weren’t planning on leaving until the next day, but there was no way you weren’t going. So you caught the first plane you could from the base you were staying at.

You’re feelings were all over the place. Steve had been your best friend for more than the past decade. You were the one there when he first woke up. You were the one to help him get situated. You were the one to help him whenever he needed, to go over to his little place in DC when he was having problems, like the time he thought he was having an asthma attack when it was an anxiety attack or when you had to help him find a new phone after he accidentally broke his.

You were that close to falling in love with him. But life went the other way and, in a weird twist of fate, almost as if the universe wanted to spare you of the heartbreak it knew would come if you gave your heart to the dashing captain, you ended up tripping over your own feet for someone else.

Someone you would never tell.

He was the last thing you had left of Steve and you couldn’t ruin that because of your stupid feelings. And you couldn’t ruin the relationship you had now because it was working. He trusted you, more than anyone else. He trusted you because Steve trusted you and you wouldn’t dare break that trust.

You just hoped, with everything going down in relation to the shield - to his legacy - that you’d be able to keep that promise you made to yourself.

You were in front of his door early in the morning - around four - hesitating to knock. It didn’t take long for him to respond the moment your fist did meet the door.

He looked…tired. You wished, oh how you wished, that you could do more. Anything more. He insisted you helped him plenty already; he claimed he never had nightmares when you were by his side. But it wasn’t enough. Not for what he’d been through. You felt as though you were merely putting a bandaid over a bullet wound.

His chocolate locks were short, above his ears. You could remember how hesitant yet eager he was about doing it. It was difficult to not cut his ear off because he kept moving in anticipation. You would know: you cut it. Those blue eyes that made you trip in the first place were outlined by thick lashes, dark ebony bags beneath them, making the azure pop. He was shirtless, as he usually was when sleeping (or at least trying to sleep), his dog tags resting against his sternum. 

You could tell he hadn’t been sleeping. His eyes were bloodshot as if he was watching TV for too long and his hair was less messy than it would be if he actually slept.

The moment his eyes found yours, his plump, chapped lips turned up into the grin he reserved for you and he was pulling you in. Your reaction was instantaneous, your arms slipping around his waist, your chin resting on his shoulder as he found home in the crook of your neck.

He was touch deprived. You knew this, but you never brought it up. Especially considering you were one of the only people he touched willingly. You didn’t want him thinking he was broken, more so than he thought he was already. And you definitely didn’t want to push him into fixing himself. So you didn’t tell him, even though you were pretty sure he knew, and you just let him take the lead. 

Sometimes it meant he grabbed your hand in large crowds, or tucked you under his arm when he was threatened. Other times it meant laying his head in your lap when he was tired late at night, or a soft hug in greeting.

Hands slowly tracing his spine, fingers dancing up and down his back, you gave a small smile when you felt him practically purring in your embrace. You could never decide if he was more puppy or kitten. You used to make jokes about the three of them, Steve, Bucky, and Sam, being like a puppy, kitten, and bird that you had to reluctantly pet sit for a friend. You would give almost anything to be joking around like that with them when you went to visit Bucky in Wakanda with Steve.

“Buck?”

He hummed. You didn’t want to pull back, you wanted to stay connected with him for as long as possible, but you had to talk. You didn’t want to talk about it, because that would make it more real, but you had to. You had to.

“Have you seen the news recently?”

His eyebrows furrowed, his lips pulling down. “What happened? Is it Wanda?”

You looked down the hall, your lips pressed together tightly, before nodding inside. “We have to talk.”

He nodded, stepping back and pulling you inside. Seeing the makeshift bed on the floor against the far edge of the sofa made you inwardly sigh, but you didn’t say anything about it. Steve was the same way at first.

“Is she okay? Did you find her? Where-”

“It’s not Wanda.” Turning, you faced him, trying to control your own anger at the situation, knowing it wouldn’t help him any. “It’s…it’s about Steve.”

Those spectacularly blue eyes narrowed, bottom lip being sucked in between his teeth. “What about Steve?”

You gestured for him to come closer, holding out your hand in offering. He took it and followed you as you led him to the couch. A cleared throat and a deep breath later found you gently explaining what happened to him. That the government had taken back the shield and had given it to someone else. A ‘hero just for America’. A ‘new Captain America’.

You could see his features harden with every word, his jaw ticking dangerously, his chest heaving and his nostrils flaring. You squeezed his hand as you finished. “He’s got meetings and stuff with senators and governors. They’re taking him on a tour this week. They-they want me to meet him, considering I’m the last of the original seven. Active on Earth, at least.”

The tears that started forming in his eyes made you swallow your own emotions down thickly. He didn’t need your hatred of this wannabe to fuel his own. He needed your support and comfort. He needed to know you’d be by his side through this.

“Are you?”

You blinked, not expecting his first words to be that question. “Am I what?”

“Going to meet with him?”

“I-I…” You stopped talking, knowing that if you continued you’d end up ranting about how he wasn’t your captain. How he could never be your captain. Debating answers, you decided on a simple, blunt reply. “No.”

“Why…” 

Running your thumb over his knuckles, you leaned over slowly to press a chaste kiss to his bare skin and blood shoulder. “Take your time. Collect your thoughts.”

He responded to your words by taking a deep breath, clenching his eyes shut, his jaw so tight you feared he might chip his teeth. It was a tense minute before he said anything, the room being filled with his harsh breathing. “You said he gave them the shield.”

“What?”

“Yesterday. You told me he gave up the shield. They put it in the Smithsonian. But you just said they took it from him.”

“He did give it to them, but-”

“Why?” His eyes snapped open, his features twisting into ones of frustration and resentment. “Why’d he give it to them?”

You shook your head, knowing Sam didn’t mean for any of that to happen. He had called you a few weeks ago to ask about your opinion on the matter. You told him that Steve trusted him, and you trusted Steve, so if Sam thought that was the right thing to do…you trusted him. “It’s not Sam’s fault. Don’t be mad-”

“Don’t be mad?! Don’t be mad?!” Bucky shot up, ripping his hand away from yours, making you bite your lip and hang your head as he paced in front of you. “Steve gave it to him! And he just gives it away like he’s regifting a shitty frisbee as a Christmas present! And you don’t want me to be mad?! Are you fucking kidding me, Y/N?!”

Cringing at the use of your name, which you rarely hear fall from his lips, especially in vexation like just then, you looked up at him, eyes pleading. “Bucky, I get it. I do. I’m mad, too. I’m-I’m furious. But you can’t blame Sam. Please. He just - he’s trying, Buck. Just like me. Just like you. We’re all trying.”

Bucky’s shoulders fell as he stared at you, eyes darting from feature to feature as he studied your face. Before you could say anything else, he was on the floor in front of you, in between your legs, arms wrapped around your waist and face pressed into your stomach.

You could tell he was holding something back - something big - but you wouldn’t push him. You never did. Displaying feelings was always hard for him, even in the early 1900’s; Steve used to tell you stories when you were looking for him after the fiasco in DC. Bucky grew up being the oldest of four and the only boy. On top of that, his best friend was a scrawny, stubborn, punching bag of a boy. According to Stevie, neither of them really learned how to cope or how to deal with feelings. And it showed. Boy, did it show.

Instead of getting on him and asking what was wrong and begging for him to talk to you, your fingers tangled in his hair, nails scratching his scalp, as you sat back to make the position more comfortable for him.

“Stay with me. I need you.”

You leaned down to press a soft kiss to his head, nodding into his hair. “I’ll stay. For as long as you need me, Buckaroo.”

Taglist (OPEN):

@happygoreading​, @thatsdarwinism​, @satellitespidey​

[cosmetichorror]

Too old for this, first chapter rewrite!

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To say he was too old for this would be and understatement. He's died multiple times, fought Ganon twice, and fought every monster on multiple occasions. Some would say he's not that old, and he's decided they're all wrong. He's 149 technically, and he sure as hell feels like it. Yet Hylia herself had this bright fucking idea, an absolutely GENIUS PLAN, to put him on another adventure 30 years after his last one ended. Yeah, Mhm, quick question, your grace. What the fuck???

It all started one sunny morning, a morning like every other morning, really. It should have been a great morning, what with how lovely it was outside, but something was off. Link could smell something in the air, something that wasn't there yesterday. It left a foul taste in his mouth and made him rather uneasy. A strange feeling has rooted itself deep in his chest, gripping tightly around his soul. He initially brushed it off as him being paranoid, but when he looked outside of his little cabin and heard dead silence, he knew something was incredibly wrong.

In the wilderness, it's never silent. There's always some bug humming, a bird singing, the soft scampering of squirrels running up trees, but never silence. Especially not in the mornings. The only reason the animals and insects would be silent, was if there was something out there, something that was dangerous or frightening, enough so that all the animals went in hiding. Usually this only happened when bokoblins came running around, but there hasn't been a bokoblin on the great plateau since the blood moons stopped. There aren't any other predators on the great plateau either. Something is wrong.

In fact, the peacefulness and lack of danger was one of the reasons he even moved up to the great plateau. When hyrule started booming in population things got crowded, and people rushed to make more houses and more towns, and even to rebuild old ones up from the ashes. Initially, he aided in the building of hyrule. He bounced from place to place supplying wood, stones, food, anything they asked for. He didn't even stop to think if it was necessary, and found himself being taken advantage of in rare cases. Thankfully, most of hyrule greatly respects him and would call out those that did take advantage of his kind hearted nature. He recalls one name, who's name he can't remember, asked him for five diamonds and two rubies to see if he'd actually bring it. For and when he did, he made it a habit of asking Link to bring him rare gems so he could sell them off to merchants. It took three days for someone to catch on, and when they did, oh boy. Let's just say the other residents were not happy. Afterwards, he got lectured by Zelda about thinking before accepting something.

Moving to the great plateau was more of a last resort, actually, but kind of poetic in a way. This was where everything started for him, and this is where it'll end. Zelda didn't like the idea of him being so far away from civilization, but to him it was exactly what he needed. Don't get me wrong, he loves how welcoming and

Grabbing his beloved cane, he makes his way through the house, putting on his black turtle neck, needing to roll the sleeve up on his right arm as it won't get past the golden hoops that decorate his arm, at least not comfortably. Over that he puts on his grey and green robes that he got during his second adventure. They're surprisingly comfortable. Putting on a belt and slipping on his sandals, all he needs to do is grab a bow and some arrows so he can go find whatever it was that spooked the animals away.

He may not be as good as he used to, especially with his bad leg, but he sure as hell can shoot a bow. It's not his skills he's worried about, it's finding whatever creature is out there. Could be yiga, could be a passing rito. Who knows?

As he passes through the woods, keeping his eyes and ears out, a sudden rumbling fills the sickly silence. Right, he hasn't ate breakfast yet. Well, he did get shock arrows, might as well do some fishing while he's out.

The good thing about the silence is every little noise stands out all the more, making it all the easier to hear whatever's out there. His hearing isn't as good as it used to be, but it's still exceptional, especially for being half deaf in one ear, courtesy of the calamity.

He treks silently, and wishes he put on his sheikah stealth outfit. Well, too late to go back now. With every snap of a twig and crunch of a leaf he winces, hoping whatever's out there can't hear him.

Anxiety pools in his chest, seeping deep into his veins. He hates to admit it but he's not used to dealing with genuine danger anymore. As mentioned, there aren't any predators on the great plateau. And when he does leave the plateau, it's only for short periods of time, and even then he's surrounded by his friends who all are conveniently well versed warriors, so he never feels at risk. He almost misses the feeling. The feeling of being truly alive. Running from a hinox, just barely dodging a swipe from a lynel, tumbling down a hill after your shield breaks during shield surfing. The feeling of being young. What he doesn't miss, however, is the feeling of dread that comes along with it. The fear that you might not make it out alive. The fear that you might get hurt. The sooner this is over, the better.

He treks through the plateau, only stopping to catch some fish for breakfast. He goes through the entire forest surrounding his house, but finds nothing. He hasn't given up his search, but he has decided to take a break to actually eat the fish he caught.

Returning back to his cottage in silence, he hopes whatever's out there is not very dangerous. He can't have it killing all the game and terrorizing the small woodland creatures.

Recently, thanks largely to Zelda hyrule has been prospering and creating new things, like strange appliances called "stoves". Well, call him old fashioned but he prefers the good ol' cooking pot. Sure, it can't be hard to flip the food in there at times and even harder to make pastries, but what's life without a few good challenges? Besides, it holds so much nostalgia in it. He recalls fondly way back when he'd be traveling for days off road before finding a stable, and finally being able to just relax and cook a nice warm meal. As he got more well known, people would gather around and ask for recipes, or sometimes even to make extra for them. He never minded, he enjoyed the attention at the time. He was so starved for praise he'd do just about anything, even if it meant chasing bugs across hyrule for a handful of rupees. Nowadays, he doesn't rely on praise to feel worthy, and the attention has began to make him uncomfortable. He doesn't like being in the public eye too much, he just wants a nice relaxing life where he can live out his days peacefully. And hopefully, once this whole ordeal is over he can get back to his normal routine.

Starting up a fire under the pot, the silence is all the more deafening. He keeps his ears out, just in case.

He walks inside to grab some butter and salt for seasoning, and by the time he makes it back outside the pot is hot enough to start cooking. Popping the butter in there and watching it melt, he wishes Zelda were here to share this meal with, but she's not due to come by till tomorrow. Maybe they'll have time to visit Sidon?

Placing the fish in the skillet and listening to the sizzle, he sighs. He feels on edge, that strange feeling in his chest has only grown stronger.

The sound of soft chatter fills the void, making Link jump up. Swift as the wind, he places the half raw fish on the window sill, grabbing his bow and cane he starts to make his way towards these voices. The closer he gets, the more he can make out.

"——— —— - —— ——— —!"

"——— ——— ———ing ———ver!"

"Wi— —— pati——"

"— has a ———"

"— —— — vet! —— sense of adven——"

"Can -e not ——t? I'm —- tired and my —— are sore."

"-our feet are alwa— sore, Sky."

"Didn't you say she said we're close? it can't be much longer now."

His breathing was as steady as it could be, and he kept his eyes focused on this party of eight. How in Dins name did they all get up here? The youngest appears to be fourteen, and the oldest can't be any older then thirty. Overall a rather young group, maybe just an adventurous family looking for some thrill? But the one in heavy armor said they're close. Close to what, exactly? Are they looking for something? Or perhaps, someone?

He narrows his eyes as he examines them all. Three of them are wearing vibrant blue, the youngest is one of them. He has short blond hair, and his tunic is bright blue with white embroidery of a lobster. Distantly, he recalls seeing a similar tunic somewhere. He'll need to look through his chest of old clothes he got during his journey to see if he can find it.

The other young one of them has a multicolored tunic with a patch of blue on it, but it's a deeper shade then the classic royal family blue. He looks rather short, but his face looks like that of a teen. Perhaps around sixteen to nineteen?

The last one is wearing a deep, vibrant blue scarf that almost works as a cape, with golden embroidery at the end. He knows he can't gatekeep the color blue, but hylians don't wear that vibrant of a blue except for Zelda and him! It just seems so out of place, and he can't put his finger on why.

It could be that blue is the color of the royal family, and even now most people respect that. Even though it's not the exact shade of the royal family, it's still rather unnerving. If you dye your clothes bright blue, you get weird and judgmental stares (unless you're wearing gerudo clothes, in which case people don't seem to mind) he knows he got a lot of them when he dyed his clothes bright blue, even if they weren't the exact shade of the royal family. And oh boy, the angry looks he got when he regained his champion tunic! Without the mastersword, no one knew he was the hero. All they saw was some scrawny kid dressed up as a dead champion. He even got a few comments about him being disrespectful, even though he couldn't fathom how he was being rude at the time. Now, he understands.

Getting back on track, perhaps they're from another culture, similar to the gerudo? Ohhh, maybe even outsiders not from hyrule? Even nowadays you don't see many of them, stories and rumors of hyrules dangers seem to keep others away, but you'll still catch the occasional brave adventurer.

Another person that particularly sticks out is the brunet that wears the wolf skin. Something about him screams of familiarity, and looking at him leaves him with this strange feeling, but he can't decipher why. He's never seen these men in his life, yet they all look so familiar. Like he's known them all his life, as strange as that is.

The men continue to discuss the area, making it clear they're searching for someone, but it doesn't take long for him to decide they don't have any ill will.

"What do you think he'll be like?" The young one in the bright blue tunic asks, a smile on his face.

"Hopefully he'll have some sense of self preservation, unlike everyone else." The one with dusty blond hair and a green tunic speaks with the shake of his head.

"Hah! Good luck with that." The one in red with no pants laughs, nudging the other playfully.

The one with the white cloth around his shoulders shrugs. "Some of us are cautious when it comes to health!" He defends.

The one in the blue scarf shakes his head. "Don't lie to yourself. I've seen Time blow himself up, and I've seen you fling yourself off of cliffs. No one in this group is even remotely safe. And the new guy won't be either." He decides

He was so engrossed into the conversation, he completely missed a root sticking out of the ground. His bad leg gets caught on said root, sending him right into the ground. If it had been before his fight with dark beast Ganon, he probably would have just stumbled a little bit. But now that his leg is messed up, he can't properly catch himself. He goes face first into the dirt with an undignified yelp, landing painfully across his cane.

He tries to get up, pondering if he should make a run for it. (If he did, he probably wouldn't make it far with how much his leg is burning) but before he can even get half way up, there's a hand outstretched for him to take. He looks up to see the wolf pelt guy, looking at him with those big, beady eyes of his that make him feel both safe and uncomfortable at the same time. He stares up at him, cautiously taking his hand.

"You okay, sir?" He asks, helping him up with a tug. The man wraps his arm around his shoulder to keep him steady. Though his legs shake softly he still manages to stay up right, likely only cause of the help from wolf pelt boy. It takes him a few moments to find his words, and he unconsciously finds himself resting all his weight on his good leg and leaning onto the man.

"Just dandy." He lies, and everyone can tell that was a lie. He was most definitely not dandy. Not dandy in the slightest.

The group eye him wearily, and he can understand why. He looks rather strange. He has nasty scaring covering half of his face, leaving one eye mostly out of commission. His arm looks.. how does one describe it? It looks like it's been burnt to a crisp and decorated with golden hoops. His hair is long and free, already growing gray at the roots. And not to mention his bad leg, that looks like it's missing large chunks of flesh and muscle with strange purple discoloration.

The one with the dusty blond hair and green tunic runs up. "Oh no, your leg! That looks so bad, what happened?" He cries out. "Is there any was I can help?" He asks.

Though Link leans back a bit, he appreciates the thought. "Nope, been like this for years. if there was something to be done, someone would have done it by now I'm afraid." He tells him, his voice grainy and rough.

Green tunic boy nods solemnly. "I see, here let me grab your cane, sir." He offers, bending down and grabbing said cane. He takes a second to admire it, it is quite the piece of craftsmanship. The wood is smoothed down perfectly, and along the side there are five beautiful carvings. That of a bird, a lizard, a camel, an elephant, a sword, and the triforce. A carving for each of the champions and Zelda. Where the eye in the divine beasts carvings would be is a small luminous stone. Not just for decoration purposes, they help him find the cane in the dark should he need to get out of bed in the middle of the night. It's not much, but it works wonders. On the

opposite side, are words. "Wether skyward bound, adrift in time, or steeped in the glowing embers of twilight, the sacred blade is forever bound to the spirit of the hero." The writing is rather small, but not small enough to where you can't read it. The handle is carved perfectly to fit his hand, and at the bottom for traction is an odd substance called "rubber" previously thought to have been lost forever. Zelda herself had commissioned the cane as a gift for him on his twentieth birthday.

It's very extravagant, and he didn't use it often at first due to just how much it stood out. But after a while, he grew to absolutely adore it. It's now one of his most prized positions.

The green tunic boy stares at the writing on the side, before finally handing the cane over to him. "It's very pretty." Is what he says. "Say, your name wouldn't happen to be Link, would it?" He looks at him nervously.

He pauses, how does he answer this? They already saw his cane, and everyone knows the symbols of the divine beasts, even outsiders know what with how large they are. Besides, what are the chances of the yiga coming back? Not very high, but still a possibility. Wolf pelt guy looks at green tunic guy, then back at him with wide eyes. He opens his mouth to say something, but shuts it immediately. He continues to stare at him with those big beady eyes of his and those strangely familiar markings on his face.

"Uh," Link sighs, giving in. "Yeah, that's me." He answers fearlessly. Perhaps they're fans of his?? He knows he had quite the fan club back in the day when he was young and spry. If so, he doubts that he's who they were expecting.

The youngest steps up. "Are you the hero?! As in you wielded a cool sword and fought a beast named Ganondorf or demise or something else?!" He exclaims, unnecessarily loud. He can hear them perfectly fine, no need to scream at him.

"Yeah, back in the day." He responds, eying the kid wearily. "Haven't done much hero stuff as of late, I'm sure you already know that, though." He tells him.

The entire group gapes at him, looking in between themselves. "Geez, how old are you?" The guy in red clad asks, and the one with one eye and heavy armor smacks the back of his head disapprovingly.

Link decides to ignore that question for now, because he has questions of his own. "How did you all get up here? Did you know I was up here?" He glares at them lightly. The only people that know he's up here are Zelda, Paya, Sidon, Riju, Yunobo, Kass, Teba and Tulin. They wouldn't just go giving his location away all willy-nilly.

The one with the strange white cloth around his back steps up. "Uhm, I have a feeling you aren't going to like this, but..." he reaches around his back, pulling out a sword. He tenses up, reaching around his back to grab his bow, until he sees what sword he wields.

It's the mastersword.

His jaw nearly drops, he hasn't seen her in years! She looks so... different. She feels young and spry, nothing like how he knew her to be.

"By Hylia... who are you?" Is all he can make out. All other words fail him as his hand clenches and unclenches in front of her blade, too nervous to actually touch her.

The strange man chuckles nervously. "My names Link, just like you. We're all Link, and we're all hero's. Hero's from across the ages, that is." He speaks. "We go by our hero titles, my name is Sky for example, as I am the hero of the skies. Over here we have Four, Twilight, Hyrule, Legend, Warriors, Wind, and Time." He tells him, pointing at each one in turn. "Hylia has brought us together to defeat an evil greater then anything we've faced before. In short, we need your help." He explains as simply as possible. "You should put your hand on her- the master sword- she'll give you your hero title and new name."

Link stiffens up. A new adventure? Time travel? How does he even know they're the real deal and this mastersword isn't just a replica? Sure he's heard of these hero's before, he's heard of them in children's story books. Tales of bravery to lull small kids to sleep, making them feel safe and protected. While it was theorized some stories might have some truth to them, it was largely agreed half of them were fake, and those that might be real were largely changed to pander better to kids. Time traveling ocarinas? The minish? Talking boats? All fairytales to tell to kids. And yet here he is, standing in front of literal legends, most of which he didn't even believe in! Hero of the Winds? How does he even exist? He wonders what he would think about people telling kids he had a talking boat. What about the hero of Warriors? It's simply not possible for him to exist! His story was surrounded by impossible things! Bringing in people from across time? Not a possibility!

Sky, upon noticing his hesitation, decides to move things along by gently placing her blade to his hand. A blue glow fills his vision, and nostalgia swells in his chest. A familiar chime fills the silence of the woods, and a voice he hadn't heard in years invades his mind.

"Welcome, hero of the Wilds." She speaks. Sky smiles at this.

"So, hero of the wilds? That would make you Wild!" He tells him. Link, the newly dubbed Wild, is left speechless.

"I- uh- what??" He stumbles out, unsure of how to react to this. Okay, so that's definitely the mastersword. So that would also mean these guys are the real deal.

"Link, Wild, it would be an honor if you would travel along side us, helping us defeat this great evil." Sky speaks, offering his hand.

Truly, the answer was as clear as day.

"No."

And just like that, he turns and walks away from all this bullshit, not sparing a second glance.

The ground stand in stunned silence at first, before chasing after him. Not that they necessarily needed to "chase" as with his cane and limp he wasn't very fast.

"Sir, wait! We need you!" Wind begs, walking along side him. Wild does not look at him.

"Wild, Link, please at least consider!" Sky speaks, walking on the other side of him. "This evil- we need all the help we can get." He explains.

Wild sighs, stopping in his tracks. "I'm not who you want. I'm old, and I'm rusty. You're far too late, maybe try asking me about thirty years ago. Hey, even better! Go back another ten thousand years, there was a great hero then, go find him!" He tells them, glaring daggers at the group.

"It doesn't work like that, Hylia deems you right here, right now a perfect fit!" Sky counters. Wild simply shakes his head and continues walking.

Time is next to speak up. "I know you don't want to go on another adventure, believe me none of us want this. I have a wife at home, this is the last thing I wanted. But we don't have a choice." He tells him with the shake of his head.

Legend nods. "I tried running from this too. Didn't work, if you couldn't tell. She'll still sweep you away, y'know." He warns, but Wild doesn't respond.

They follow him all the way to his little cottage, continuing to beg him to at least consider, but he doesn't pay them any mind. Instead he tries to focus on the surrounding forest. It's kind of hard to do without all the animals, though. Still, he makes do.

He spots the half raw fish still on the window sill, and the fire still going. "I'd appreciate if you'd leave me be now." He says, walking inside and locking the door behind him.

"Wild- Link, please! We need you!" Sky begs.

Wild shakes his head, even though they can't see him. "There's eight of you already, you don't need me." He responds.

"But we're still struggling! We need all the help we can get!" Wind calls out.

"Besides, you don't really have a choice. Hylia will find a way to bring you along." Warriors warns.

Wild glares at the door, as if the group could actually see him. "Then Hylia herself better drag me out by my hair herself or else I'm not going." He responds.

Legend groans. "Look, don't make this more painful then it has to be. If there was a way to avoid this journey, I promise you I wouldn't be here. I tried to hide away in my house, too. What would you know a portal popped up right underneath me." He warns. "And trust me, it's not fun."

Wild open the door, glaring daggers at the group. "I. Don't. Care! Leave me alone!" He yells, slamming the door shut a little too hard, shaking the wall and rattling the picture frames, leaving them crooked. He sighs and goes to fixing them. A photo of him and Zelda before their second adventure, a photo of him in his gerudo outfit and Riju, but most importantly, the group photo of him, Zelda and the champions. Daruk claps the group together with a wide smile, Mipha and Revali are tumbling forwards, looks of surprise forever plastered on their faces. Urbosa leans back with a small smirk on her face, and Zelda and him stare in shock, eyes wide and mouths open as they're watch it all unfold.

A small smile tugs at his face as he adjusts the frame, before making his way to his room, ignoring the sounds of knocking and chatter outside. On the wall proudly hangs his champions tunic, now too small and torn to be worn. Another reminder of his past. With a small sigh he plops onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling. His stomach growls in hunger, but he ignores it. He'll be fine.

Minutes turn into hours, and those other hero's have yet to leave, and it's really starting to get on his nerves. And he's hungrier then ever. Sure, when he was younger he could go days without eating, but now he's gotten into the habit of a proper, healthy routine, and he just cant do it anymore.

That strange tugging at his chest has suddenly spiked, leaving him gasping for breath. The knocking on his door has become more frantic.

"Uh, Wild? The portals here. You miiiight wanna come out now." Hyrule calls out, peering through the window.

Wild doesn't answer, instead he's far too busy clutching at his chest, confused and distressed by the strange tugging at his soul.

Taking in deep breaths, he instead covers himself in the blankets, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Wild, this is your last warning, just come outside." Time calls out, jiggling the doorknob with a worried look on his face.

"Go away!" Wild yells out, though it's hard to hear through the blankets and doors.

"Your funeral." Legend responds. Four sighs and nudges the others towards the portal that summoned. With groans and complaints, the group filters out, and Wild finally feels at peace.

He lays in bed for a while, just trying to ignore the tugging at his chest. But as time passes, it becomes harder and harder to ignore. It's not necessarily painful, but it is annoying. Like someone's tied a rope to his ribs and is yanking it every other second.

Finally, he decides to stand up. Grabbing his cane he walks through the house, making his way to the kitchen. But as he walks, he feels the world spin and sway under his feet, until there's nothing holding him up. The ground disappears from under his feet, and he finds himself falling into a pitch black void. He cries out as his house vanishes from sight, leaving only the black void. Eventually, colors filter through. Purples and yellows, blues and reds, and the smell of salt fills his senses. The blue and yellow take over his sight, until he hits the ground, landing on his feet with a pained yelp. He falls onto his rear, and then rolls onto his back, squeezing his eyes shut.

When he opens them, there's eight figures standing over him worriedly.

"We warned you." Four speaks, shaking his head. Though he himself looks a little green.

"Welcome to outset island, Wild. Sorry for the rude welcome." Wind speaks, looking around.

Twilight offers him a hand. "We told you, Hylia does what she wants." Wild sighs in response, but takes his hand, wincing at the throbbing pain in his leg. Twilight reaches and grabs his cane, handing it to him.

"So I really am stuck with you lot? A third adventure?" He complains, shaking his head. "I'm too old for this." He mumbles under his breath.

"Hey, it won't be too bad!" Hyrule speaks, patting his back with a remorseful look on his face. "I'm sorry we have to drag you into this."

Wild looks off to the side. Zelda's gonna be so worried about him! She's supposed to visit tomorrow!

"I'll live, I guess." He mumbles.

Well, the only way out is forward, he supposes.

[robininthelabyrinth]

🍊🍋Wen Chao and/or wen xu is a good guy and actually wants to end wen ruo jan's reign of terror (cloud recesses, lotus pier, xuanwu cave or all are elaborate ruses)

ao3

Untamed

“A-Chao,” Wen Xu said. “I think our father is insane.”

Wen Chao’s eye twitched visibly, his shoulders rising up to his ears. “You can’t say that! That’s treason!”

“I’ve already made sure there’s no one anywhere around us right now, not even people I trust.”

Down went the shoulders.

“Of course he’s insane,” Wen Chao said. “Some of his orders recently…”

He shook his head.

“Not much of an empire to rule if they’re all ghost puppets, is there?” he concluded. “I think the Yin Metal is poisoning his brain.”

“I agree,” Wen Xu said. “Now what do we do about it? He’s just ordered me to raze the Cloud Recesses.”

“…when you say raze –”

“To the ground.”

“What happened to just dominating the rest of the cultivation world?” Wen Chao complained. “I liked that plan. I was going to have a really great life. A palace. Servants. Good food. Even better wine. Enough clothing to keep Jiaojiao from complaining.”

“I…don’t know if that’s possible,” Wen Xu said. “Haven’t you given her three closets’ worth already?”

“I have no idea, and I’m too attached to my balls to ask.”

“Anyway,” Wen Xu said. “What do we do about it?”

“You’re asking me?” Wen Chao said.

“Well I’m certainly not going up against him by myself! He’ll kill me!”

“You think he would hesitate to kill both of us?”

“Ugh. Is there anyone we can ask for help? Anyone we haven’t pissed off?”

They both paused, thinking.

“…no,” Wen Chao said. “But in our defense, we never thought we’d need any of them, did we?”

“I don’t think anyone is going to buy that as an excuse,” Wen Xu said, scowling. “Fuck. Isn’t there anyone?”

“Well,” Wen Chao said. He did not continue.

“No,” Wen Xu said. “No. He literally wants to cut off our heads.”

“So does everyone else in the cultivation world,” Wen Chao said. “At least we know Sect Leader Nie hates Dad more than he hates us, which isn’t something that can be said about the rest of them.”

“Fuck,” Wen Xu said. “What’s our alternative plan?”

“…become ghost puppets?”

“Fuck.”

-

“You do remember that I want to kill you both?” Nie Mingjue said, scowling at them.

“We were betting on you wanting to kill our father more,” Wen Chao said.

“I’m not sure,” Nie Mingjue said. “You’re very obnoxious.”

Wen Chao scowled.

“He has a point, A-Chao,” Wen Xu said.

“Shut up.”

“Respect your elders!”

“If you two are going to start fighting, I’m leaving,” Nie Mingjue said.

They both squinted at him. “Does that mean you might not leave if we stop?” Wen Xu asked.

Nie Mingjue’s scowl got even worse, but eventually he begrudgingly said “…well, I really hate your father.”

They both exhaled in relief.

“What’s your plan?” Nie Mingjue asked.

“This was about as far as it went,” Wen Xu admitted, and Nie Mingjue gaped at him. “What? If we had planning skills, we’d be ruling the world.”

“Jiaojiao wants jewelry now,” Wen Chao agreed. “Lots of it. Keeping a mistress is expensive.”

“I’ll…take your word for that,” Nie Mingjue said, looking mildly uncomfortable.

“You’re always plotting against our father, right?” Wen Xu asked.

“No,” Nie Mingjue said. “If I could plot, your father would already be dead.”

“Good point,” Wen Chao said, but he wasn’t the sort of person to let little details like that discourage him. “But surely you know someone who can?”

“Just keep in mind that I’m on a deadline here,” Wen Xu said. “I have to leave to go raze the Cloud Recesses by the end of the week.”

“You want me to come up with a plan to defeat your father before the end of the week?!”

“Uh, yeah,” Wen Xu said. “That’s what I said, wasn’t it?”

“It was,” Wen Chao agreed.

“I’m going to go get Meng Yao,” Nie Mingjue decided. “And Huaisang, too, why not, somehow he always gets his way no matter what I do. Maybe he can come up with something for this.”

-

“I think we’re going to need expert assistance,” Nie Huaisang declared. “I’m thinking this is Wei Wuxian levels of plotting.”

“He can plot?” Wen Chao said dubiously. “Are you sure? He took nearly a week to fight a mildly ominous bird.”

“…is that so?” Nie Huaisang said, and sighed. “Okay, fine. Meng Yao, guess it’s up to you and me.”

Meng Yao was blinking his eyes very rapidly.

“What?” Wen Chao said. “You have an awful father too, don’t look so shocked about us wanting to get rid of ours.”

“That’s just how his brain works when he’s thinking,” Nie Huaisang assured him. “He’s kicking it like it’s a sleeping donkey that doesn’t want to get to work; give him a minute and he’ll be coming up with all sorts of ideas.”

“Good ideas?”

“All sorts of ideas.”

“…any good ideas? Mediocre ideas, even?”

“Listen, we have until the end of the week,” Nie Mingjue said irritably. “You’ll take whatever ideas we give you and you’ll like it, you hear me?”

“Is it too late to get Wen Zhuliu in on this?” Wen Xu asked Wen Chao.

“He has that weird thing for Dad,” Wen Chao reminded him.

“Fuck,” Wen Xu said. “I’d wiped that from my memory through the application of a great deal of alcohol, but yes, you’re right. Okay. Hit me with your worst plan.”

-

“That’s worse than I thought it was going to be.”

“Shut up and just do it.”

-

“I will now, in the name of the Wen sect, attack –” Wen Xu grimaced. “– this cave.”

“It’s a very important cave, actually,” one of the Lan disciples muttered.

“Be quiet,” Lan Wangji said.

They were all pretending not to notice the main force of Lan sect disciples, led by Lan Xichen, carting their precious books and treasures out of the Cloud Recesses right behind him.  

“I am attacking this very important cave,” Wen Xu clarified. “Of extreme importance to the Lan sect. So important, in fact, that it is clearly the correct target for an invasion.”

They stood around a while longer.

Someone cleared their throat. “Should we fight?”

“I can have my men beat you up if you really want,” Wen Xu said.

“…no thanks.”

“Then be quiet.”

There was a bit more standing around. Eventually Lan Qiren coughed.

“Would you like a chair or something?” Wen Xu asked, then frowned. “Never mind, I probably can’t justify that.”

“Probably not,” Lan Qiren agreed. He looked pained. Probably by the whole situation, but who knew, maybe he just had a bad back and the standing around was getting to him. “You will be taking Wangji hostage after this?”

“Along with most of the heirs of the Great Sects,” Wen Xu said. “As agreed, we’ll keep them out of the way.”

“Sometimes the most dangerous place is the safest place.”

“…yeah, that. Either way, they’ll be kept out of trouble.”

-

“This is not out of trouble!” Wei Wuxian shouted as they ran away from the Xuanwu.

“This stretch of river has never caused anyone any problems!” Wen Chao shouted back. “Ever! You’re the one who found the fucking cave!”

“Shut up and keep running!” Jiang Cheng howled.

-

“I really like your hair,” Wang Lingjiao told Madame Yu. “Also, that dress.”

Wen Chao sighed.

“Expensive tastes?” Wei Wuxian asked, pouring him some wine.

“You have no idea,” Wen Chao said glumly. “My allowance can’t cover it, so I ended up putting her as a line item in the military budget.”

“You did?” Jiang Cheng said. “Did your father, uh, object?”

“He’d have to notice.”

“I wonder how many other things he wouldn’t notice,” Wei Wuxian muttered to himself.

“You’re a young master of Yunmeng Jiang,” Jiang Cheng said, rolling his eyes. “What could you possibly want to fund that we won’t pay for?”

“I don’t know,” Wei Wuxian said. “Mad science experiments?”

-

“Can you pay him to stop?” Wen Xu asked. “I don’t even like flute music.”

“Shut up,” Wen Chao said. “You’ve been decapitated, remember?”

“Oh yeah, ‘decapitated’. And now I’m being force-fed lots of Qinghe barbeque,” Wen Xu said. “My life is really hard.”

“Why you…!”

Wen Xu sniggered. “How’s it going with Wen Zhuliu?”

“Fine, I think?” Wen Chao said. “He hasn’t actually noticed that the ‘demons’ we’re being hunted by aren’t really demons, but that’s because he’s been mostly drinking away his weird crush on our dad. I think Wen Ning is spiking his drink with something.”

They both turned to look at Wen Ning, who shrugged.

“Couldn’t have happened to a nicer person,” Wen Xu decided. “Are they attacking the Nightless City soon?”

“I think so.”

“What happens then?”

“Dunno.”

“Going to be kind of awkward when we ‘come back from the dead’ to take over.”

“I’m going to blame it on Wei Wuxian and his new weirdo cultivation,” Wen Chao decided. “We’re all sentient corpses he’s resurrected and using to puppet the Wen sect. Wen Ning, you in on this?”

“…sure,” Wen Ning said. “But only if I get first rights on ‘Ghost General’ as a nickname.”

“Oh, that’s a good one.”

-

“Thanks for the patricide,” Wen Xu said.

“Think nothing of it,” Nie Mingjue said. “Also, say nothing of it. Ever. In fact, let’s never talk again.”

“Can’t do that,” Wen Chao said. “Madame Yu told Jiaojiao that she got that fancy headpiece from Qinghe, so she wants to go there on a shopping trip.”

“Our economy could use the boost, da-ge,” Nie Huaisang said, and Nie Mingjue sighed. “It’s going to be a really big boost. Especially if she convinces Madame Jin from Lanling to come with her.”

“I still can’t believe they made friends,” Wei Wuxian marveled. “It must come from having more money than brains.”

“Brains aren’t exactly what I look for in a partner,” Wen Chao said. “Luckily for you, neither does your boyfriend.”

“Hey, I have brains!”

“You’re certainly intelligent,” Meng Yao – now named Jin Guangyao – told him.

“See?”

“That was an insult,” Nie Mingjue said.

“…hey!”

“When are you coming back to Qinghe?” Nie Huaisang asked Jin Guangyao, who blinked. “I mean, unless you want to spend all your time slaving away for a guy who thought Wen Ruohan was neat.”

“He’s right,” Wen Xu said. “Father or not, don’t do it. It’s not worth it. You’ll end up having to rebel and ask your worst enemies for help and it’s awkward.”

“I appreciate the offer,” Jin Guangyao said. “But I really can’t accept.”

“Why not?” Nie Huaisang asked.

Wen Chao pointed at him. “Seconded.”

Jin Guangyao grimaced at them both. Possibly it was meant to be a smile.

“You don’t have to go to the Unclean Realm, A-Yao,” Lan Xichen said.

“Thank you, er-ge.”

“You can come to the Cloud Recesses instead.”

“Er-ge…”

“Did anyone ever tell the Jin sect that we were working with the Wen heirs?” Nie Mingjue wondered out loud, and everyone frowned. “Because if they don’t know, and Jin Guangshan thinks he’s being subtle with the whole trying to hire Xue Yang thing, things are going to get really awkward.”

“…well, shit,” Jiang Cheng said. “I call not being the one to tell him.”

“Seconded!”

“Cloud Recesses, you said?” Jin Guangyao asked Lan Xichen, who looked pleased.

“I’m leaving,” Wen Xu decided. “I want nothing to do with this disaster. You all have fun now, I’m fucking off back to the Nightless City to live the rest of my life as a very rich man with no life goals.”

“I want to do that,” Nie Huaisang said.

“No,” Nie Mingjue said.

“But –”

“No.”

“Hey,” Wei Wuxian said. “Unrelatedly, anyone have any ideas on what should I do with the whole resentful energy seal thing now?”

“I don’t know,” Wen Chao said. “Play a giant game of keep away with it and then fake your own death?”

[secretbangtnn]

Best Of Me| Two

Pairings : →ot7 x reader, poly!BTS x reader

Genre : → vampireau, yandere!au, age gap, gore, obsessive behavior, ddlg/caregiver, poly, fantasy, supernaturals

summary : It’s quite unusual to find a little baby on your doorstep, especially that their area was not of the poorest - you could say that a vampire town was efficient with money and snobby creatures. However over time the first idea of just giving back the little girl seems more and more radical and those moody vampires slowly start perceiving deeper feelings to human they even wanted to kill.

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notes ~ I did it!!! Omg im so happy I finished it, hopefully the next one are going to come sooner. The first chapters are going to be with a baby oc - im sorry if its boring, but after it we can start with the real plot, the things are gonna get dark. Hope that you will like it, and remeber to give me some feedback - im whore for a comments and ask and beside they motivate me very much

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Cries everywhere. Sobbing so loud that all the birds disappeared from their little birdhouse outside the window. And as funny the view was, a big ball of stress and nerves started collecting itself in the rather calm manor. Reason of all this mess was just one, so easy to notice.

“Jungkook!” Just like a ball of nerves now the big ball of dirty blankets and clothes hit the young vampire, making him stumble a little. Obvious disgust on his face with a piece of distaste on his tongue which just a second ago had been caused by the same thing he now fisted in his hands.

“You didn’t have to throw it at me!” Barked Jungkook staring at the broad shoulders of his oldest brother. Child now a little calmer, however still sobbing slightly, keeping the atmosphere at bay.

“You have brung the kid so you will hold the things he made. Be happy that I'm not forcing you to change the diaper instead.”

Disgust on all of their faces is now being something normal, having kids in the same room as them, definitely does not go well with hundred years old vampires. The only one without a gag reflex seems to be Seokjin, acting like a pro mother, just after her 3rd pregnancy with the next on the road. However all of them agreed with the statement that it was all but Jungkook's fault, which came with consequences for said boy.

Thus now sitting on the couch, five of the ramaing vampires, looked with a bored expression at the panicked and nearly vomiting jungkook. Youngest of them always had a soft stomach, never being the one to clean after disasters, forcing people to basically clean after him, and maybe that's why all of them felt such a satisfaction upon them while staring at the shitty situation.

Literally shitty.

Stumbling a little from the intense smell, Jungkook started to try getting rid of the used diaper in his hands, holding it with his fingers dingling it as far from his face as he could. Maybe the smelly object was not the only thing that should be named like a feces, knowing that a person who should just throw the diaper away, purposefully walked closer than intended to a couch with older vampires, stumbling not that accidentally and making the thing in his hand fly straight to a lap of a reading Namjoon.

A moment of silence, only lasting for a short second. Namjoon was never the one to shout or get mad, rather prefering to act calm and well put together, believing in a peace making and solutions not requiring usage of violence but when the heavy baggage on his lap suddenly started to warm his lap, he completely crushed his persona as well as book in his hands.

“Ups...hehe.” Jungkook laughed awkwardly, knowing well his fate. Doe eyes looked at the tall man, standing a little farther than him, just behind the couch. Jaw tightened so were the hands, keeping the last strings of calmness that were floating on very dangerous water.

“Listen, before you actually do something think of the time when you destroyed my ps4 and

I did not even complain.” Hands just before him similar to the way you would to with a wild animal, and in Jungkook's opinion, it was not that far from the truth, observing how Namjoons jaws nearly crushed from the tension.

“Okay okay, we all need to calm down, It was just an accident.” Cut in red head, standing in the middle of the war zone. It was stupid idea, definetly not the brightes of the sunny vampire, even if it came from the good intentions. Hoseok, just like an innocent child that got stuck in a big people argument, was the one that got hurt in the end.

And everybody knew that when Hoseok gets mad it's the extremity that anyone in this room is scared to experience once again. There is silent agreement between the rest of the brothers that was made after one of Hoseok's outburst, promising that no matter what the devil can’t come out.

The apple of discord laying now upon redhead’s feet, innocent like a little kitten that just waits to be petted, but in this case it wasn neither a fluffy ball of fur and definitely not something that should be touched.

Silence so loud, banging in their ears with an uneven breath. Second after second, rest that were not included in the middle, counted sitting on their heels with nerve wracking feelings.They stared as Hoseok’s shoulders rose and went down with each puff of air from his flared nostrils, neither of them dared to move, preferring to stay in a safe zone.

Just as red headed one wanted to take his first kill, a loud laugh echoed in a room, coming from a little child in Seokjin's arms, that probably just came back from being cleaned up. A fresh smile on its face, eyes sparkly looking straight at the scene.

“What are you doing, idiots?” Asked Seokjin, a visible vein on his forehead, sticking out under his free hand that now pinched a bridge of his nose. His eyes catching a glimpse of the used diaper, right on his favorite carpet. “You had one thing to do, one thing Jungkook.”

“It was an accident I swear on my ps4!” He tried explaining, shaking his arms. Seokjin saw to much lived too long to believe it, everybody knew it but even than they acted like bunch of idiots when something like this happen.

“Namjoon destroyed it, you said it yourself.” Spoke Jimin, sitting on a couch with a happy smile, pleased with himself. Younger's head immediately halted in his way, a look of betrayal on his face.

“You midge…”

“I don’t care, just clean it up, in the meantime me with the little snack are going to cook something, right my little cutie?” Cuted the older while caressing the child in his arms, turning his voice in a baby one. And just like this the scene came to the same point, the only difference was that neither Namjoon or Hoseok were in the room, probably running away as fast as Sekojins came.

Jungkook sighed, squatting down to take care of the said thing. Again the disgust and a feeling of nausea hitted him with a side giggles of his blonde haired brother.

Going into the kitchen he spotted the child that looked at him as soon as he appeared. Little smile and sweet laugh, making him soft and mushy for a while.

“I hope you know that you gave us a big problem with bringing a human child there.” Seokjin spoke, not looking from a cutting board, himself to immersed in said action

Jungkook knew, earlier thinking of it like a mere action, something that they can get rid of as fast as a lollipop wrapper. But it was not, and now looking at the kid, he realized how his careless behaviour could weigh down not only on his family but the whole society of vampires.

“I’m-”

“Don’t just apologize, we need to take care of it as fast as we can, in the meantime doing everything to not harm it. If someone finds out it’s going to be a bigger problem, probably even straining the relationship with human - and that’s something we do not want.” Cuted older, in the end turning around pointing the sharp knife on Jungkook.

It was true, the delicate stattlement between those two societies is still new, fresh and hot, ready to burn anyone's fingers, anyones who is to carless. The today is a better world, something that all of the brothers know, remembering dark times - some of them being not older than mere hatchling then. World was a dangerous place to live in, vampires hunting humans, humans hunting vampires, a competition that never got settled, and they hope it never will.

“Try feeding it and come to the living room after you are done. We will discuss the next actions - good luck.” A little wink at the end, Seokjin wiped his hands off on the way patting the younger's back, harder than normally.

“Wait what?! You are not being serious right now, right?” Asked confused Jungkook, fastly turning around to an already disappearing figure. Cold sweat on his body as he looked at the smooth face of the older, that defended a flying kiss to his shocked self. “Why can’t you do it?”

“I can. But the human seems to take a liking to you.” And how absurd it sounded, the baby really looked at Jungkook like some god, sparkly eyes always following his bigger figure.

“Seokjin! Don’t leave me please, I can’t do it.”He whined, looking for the said man, to his luck he was nowhere to be found. It was going to be alright - he tried to believe in those words now clutching baby spoon, that he was sure they did not have, and a mashed food, looking more like dog food than actual meal.

His Eyes staring right into the sparkly and to obnoxious happy, making him even more irritated. In the end, Jungkook hated little children, being and acting like one himself

Little hands stretching towards him with a toothless smile on the side, getting bigger as Jungkook came closer. That was it, taking a big breath he come to the other side of the table - almost touching the stool where the human sat. Ready and determined to get the task done, treating it similar to a quest in the game, he took the little spoon with some of the smashed food, and started to get closer to the child's mouth.

And as the brothers again started to live their normal life, thinking that at least for now, everything is settled, a very obvious squeal shook the while house.

“HYUNG!...IT WANTS TO TOUCH ME! GET IT AWAY, GET IT AWAY!”

___

All of them now sitting on the couches and armchairs, taking nearly all of the space. Some of the observing the crawling baby with prominent couriousty some of them with disgust even fear, not knowing what future the baby will bring.

Namjoon although feeling the little distaste, knew or better had a plan with what to do.

Smile on his lips not reaching his eyes, however stumbling on the way of eye contact with some of his brothers.

“Okay so, definitely we need to do something with...this.” Said Jimin, look on his face full of distress and disgust resting on the child, that as if it knew of Jimin’s attention looked back full of giggles and reaching hands.

“That is obvious, we can’t keep human child.” Barked Yoongi, the one which rather prefered to stay quiet in those metters.

“Jungkook should take care of it, It’s not my fault he is to stupid to not question a left human on a doorstep.” Smug smile now on Jimin's face, as he gave the side glance to the said male, happy with triggering the younger temper.

“As If you woul…”

“Okay we get it Jimin, it was Jungkook's fault, but still it can affect us all, so try to be at least a little bit helpful or shut up” Interrupted Seokjin staring at both of them in turn. The oldest obviously tired of all of the drama, massaging his scalp, to relieve the tension a little. “Let's start one by one, any ideas?”

Silence, a loud silence throwing the tension to the already burning fire. Seokjin's vein once again appeared on his forehead, making Jungkook nearly knock from a terrifying sight of it. It was pulsating, green and bumpy.

“Maybe let’s put it back?” Asked the quiet voice, Sekojin ready to snap at the stupid idea thinking that some of the youngers don’t know limit of the unfunny jokes, only to find innocent eyes of Hoseok.

“That’s … well that is AN option, thank you Hoseok - keep it up. Any other ideas?” Seokjin’s hands molded into a thump, giving the tired smile to Hoseok, knowing of his still busing nerves.

“Why are we even trying so hard, throw it away i say.” Jimin mumbled while staring at the little child going his way, quickly putting his feet on the couch, scared of a chance of being touched by the human.

Tired sight left mouth of the olders, his vein fading a little - to Jungkook luck, and his hands now clenching his blonde lock. He was helpless, disappointed in his brother's ideas and intelligence. He was sure that, that was indeed an end, his family will be arrested for keeping human, and vampires are going to lose a peace they fighted for.

Everything because Jungkook wanted to take unfamiliar child to their house.

“What about the orphanage that opened like one month ago, can’t we just leave it there?” Cuted Namjoon, making everyone snap their head. Seokjin nearly crying, wanting to kiss his brother as much as choke him for his slow process of thinking.

“Couldn’t you say earlier?!

[sserpente]

A/N: So this is a much requested Part II of this Christmas Imagine which I suppose you can also read on its own. Also has requests from @keepcalmandtravelonkate and @fandom-rpblog as well as the exclusive Zoom meeting idea. Haha, enjoy everyone! ♥

Words: 1822 Warnings: fluff

Christmas Eve came sooner than you had thought and it was about as cheerful as you had imagined it. Thor greeted you with mug of steaming hot chocolate first thing in the morning, wearing the ugly Christmas sweater you had bought him last year and Tony was already in the spacious living room with Pepper to finish up the preparations for his annual Christmas party.

You spent the entire day baking biscuits and didn’t see Loki all day but for some peculiar reason you hoped that he too would attend the biggest Christmas party in New York City. Tony had invited everyone—no, that was not entirely true, the party was, in fact, for everyone—especially those who had no one else to spend Christmas Eve with or wanted to do so with none other than the famous Avengers.

With a sigh, you finished applying your red lipstick and admired yourself in the mirror. The green dress shimmering like a thousand tiny crystals had cost you way more than what you would normally spend on clothes but the occasion was worth it. You had only realised after that green was Loki’s colour too. Another sigh escaped your lips.

The God of Mischief and you had not really spoken since the roof-incident. Part of you wondered whether he was about as confused as you about what had happened between you, especially after Thor had interpreted your entanglement in a romantic manner, the other insisted you didn’t think too much of it. Loki was just… Loki. Mysterious, mischievous and handsome. Wait… handsome?

By the time you arrived at the party, more than two dozen guests had already arrived. Dressed in Christmas pullovers, suits or festive dresses much like you, they held small glasses full of mulled wine, eggnog or champagne, munching on biscuits and other Christmas treats and chatting with each other and the superheroes who had already joined the party guests, impressing them with their stories and their skills.

Your heart skipped a beat when you spotted Loki standing only a few feet away from you. Heavens, he should not be allowed to wear suits. Instead of the light version of his Asgardian signature outfit you usually saw him in, the God of Mischief was dressed in an all-black suit complimenting his raven hair and tall figure. It was perfect to blend in and not attract too much attention, for many citizens still avoided him like the plague after everything that had happened only a few years back. Your eyes met, sending waves of electricity though you, and he nodded.

You furrowed your brows when somebody spoke your name. “Is that you?” Much to your dismay, you recognised the voice immediately. It belonged to Derek, your ex-boyfriend. Derek who collected action figures of the Avengers and who owned a Captain America costume worth five-hundred dollars. Derek, who had cheated on you with other women and, upon your break-up, had blamed you for the sexual imbalance in your relationship. Needless to say, you had not exactly ended it on good terms. The last thing you wanted to do was chat to him of all people on Christmas Eve. Much rather, you’d finally spend some time with Loki again. He was fun to be around once he had warmed up to someone…

“I tried to text you like… a hundred times.”

“I saw. I blocked your number after fifty.” You retorted.

“Don’t be like that. I was going to make up, you know.”

“You literally told me it’s my fault that you went ahead and fucked other women behind my back, Derek!”

“Because you didn’t give me what I need in the bedroom, baby. We should have talked about that more. It wouldn’t happen again. Let’s talk about this. Can I get you a drink?”

“No, thank you.”

“Okay… Care to dance with me then?”

“Absolutely not.” You hissed.

“Come on. You are not here with someone, are you?”

You blinked. Fuck. Think, think, think. “Yes, actually.” You lied quickly. Your eyes fell on Loki who met your gaze again in a strange and almost affectionate way—something had definitely changed between you since he had helped you decorate the Avengers facility and you remembered, with butterflies in your belly, how he had caught you in his arms when you had fallen off the roof like a bird with broken wings. The idea came to you before you could properly think it through. Derek would never dare to defy someone like Loki. He was your perfect alibi to get rid of him.

“I’m here with my boyfriend. You probably know Loki?” Before you could change your mind, you stepped forward, closed the remaining distance between you and put your arm under Loki’s. He did not fail to react. Turning away from Thor, he frowned and stared at your linked arms, then opened his mouth to question you. Much to your relief, however, the gesture did not seem to anger him.

You shot him a pleading glance. Play along, you thought. Please, take the hint.

“Are you serious right now?” Derek spat, a both disgusted and shocked expression on his face.

Much to your surprise—or maybe not—Loki wrapped his arms around your middle then, pressing you against his strong body. Your heart skipped a beat. This felt like him cradling you in his arms like a bride, only more… intense, for this time—this time, it was actually intentional.

Loki gave Derek a glare, his lips ghosting over your forehead. “Are you alright, my sweet mortal?” My sweet mortal? “I believe you have promised me a dance.”

Derek swallowed, blinking at you a few times—and then, without a word, he shook his head and disappeared in the burbling and dancing crowd. You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. Good thing for you he’d always been a coward.

But while relief was flooding your veins, at the very same time, adrenaline set every single cell of your body on fire. Loki was still holding you. His lips against your skin had felt like the gentle kiss of a butterfly… You looked up, if anything not to make the situation even more awkward than it already was, given that by now, both Thor and Natasha had become rather taken aback witnesses as well.

“Thank you. I really owe you.” You muttered.

“I take it this was a former suitor of yours?”

You gave him a weak smile. “That’s a very elegant way to put it but yes, he is my ex-boyfriend. I left him when I found out he cheated on me—repeatedly. I panicked when he approached me and I knew he’d be scared of you.”

“Why thank you.” Loki replied with dismay before, much to your surprise, a smirk grew on his lips.

“No! I just meant…”

“I know what you meant. So?”

“S-so what?”

“He is still watching you. You would do well to keep up the act.” Loki said, keeping you from spinning around to check. But he was probably right either way. You had just announced in front of a bunch of strangers as well as your ex-boyfriend and two Avengers that Loki and you were dating. You were honestly surprised the Trickster did not at all seem too bothered by this very circumstance, not to mention what it meant for you. Ever since the roof-incident, you certainly didn’t mind clinging onto him like that.

“Dance with me.” He commanded softly, one of his large hands coming to rest on your waist while the other interlinked with yours. “He will lose interest if you feign easiness.”

You nodded quickly, leaning into him to not raise any suspicion and taking a deep breath when the side of your face connected with his chest. Loki rested his chin on the top of your head, weighing you gently from side to side as if the music was made of waves carrying you over an ocean. It was a classic playing right now—What are you doing New Year’s Eve by Ella Fitzgerald—sweet, calm… romantic. This evening was going in a very dangerous direction now but you couldn’t help but feel safe and protected in the God of Mischief’s arms. Who would have thought that putting up Christmas decoration together would create such a strong bond between two people… a mortal and a god on top of that?

“I got you a Christmas present, you know.” You murmured after a while.

His voice vibrated in his chest, you could feel it against your cheek. “Did you now?”

“Hmm…” He stole away your ability to speak. That was so unfair! “I was going to give it to you tomorrow morning but… would you like me to give it to you now, in private?” It would be the perfect excuse to get away from here for a bit too, even if, in better lighting, Loki would probably notice your blushed cheeks.

“Lead the way, my sweet mortal.” There it was again. Smiling up at him sheepishly, you moved a step back and took his hand, practically fleeing from the scene.

Loki remained in the doorway when you reached your room. Whether it was out of decency or respect, you couldn’t quite tell. You crossed your room with quick steps, reaching for Loki’s gift under your bed. You had wrapped it in green paper and decorated it with a golden bow. A bit of a cliché perhaps but it looked just perfect.

“Merry Christmas, Loki.” You said when you returned to him and handed it to him. He only took it hesitatingly.

“Why did you get me a gift?”

You shrugged. “I just wanted to be nice. I doubt the others will have gotten you something so I thought… just so you can unwrap something too?” You almost choked on your nervous laughter. “You know I almost decided not to give it to you after all after you almost drove me mad when I was hanging up the Christmas lights.”

Loki chuckled. “I suppose you made that consideration before I saved your life.”

“More or less...” You replied, winking at him. Hey… this isn’t so hard after all!

Your heart was pounding in your chest by the time he unwrapped it, revealing the notebook and the green and gold fountain pen you had gotten him. It even came with green ink.

“It’s not much, really, just…” You said quickly. “I keep seeing you scribbling and reading a lot and I thought…”

“Thank you.” He interrupted. Honesty swung in his smooth voice, making your heart beat faster in an instant. At this speed, you were going to need an ambulance soon.

You smiled. “I ought to thank you. Derek is a dick. You saved me twice now, I’m in your debt.”

Loki chuckled once more, looking you deeply in the eye. “Yes. I believe you are.” It was, without a doubt, a promise.

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[punkyflesh]

Could we get some Ceddy and his s/o, where he gets jealous of another sorcerer and it's just dying for attention? I myself have been dying to see something like this :3

omg i actually love this AHASDA i got so excited to write for this

i've based this off the day of the sorcerers episode for a clearer explanation but in this version, greylock wasn't part of grimtrix's clan and still remained as a normal royal sorcerer

the actual jealousy content begins under the ━━━ line so if you wanna skip the plot and go straight to that, you're free to

enjoy!

Jealous Cedric | Cedric X Reader

It was the day of the annual 'Day of the Sorcerers' festival - and Cedric had been ecstatic all year to finally take you and show you what it's all about. It had been a good few years now since the incident that occurred with Grimtrix and his clan, so it seemed like an appropriate time for Cedric to have you accompany him. You were excited too; Cedric had spoken fondly of the events and was excited for you to experience a day of the topic he was zealous about.

The entire flying-carriage ride was full of giggles and eager bursts of passion from Cedric as he explained some of the stalls you needed to visit and performances you simply had to see and went into in depth detail on traditions held that you'd love. You smiled, listening intently to your significant other as he grinned at you, relishing in his enthusiasm and finding his rambling adorable.

When you finally arrived at Hexley Hall, Cedric practically bounced out of the flying-carriage and took in the enormous crowd of wizards, witches, sorcerers and people who had travelled all over the Kingdom for this event. He gasped with delight before remembering his manners, turning back to the carriage and opening the door, offering his hand for you to climb out safely - which you grabbed with a beam. The familiar feel of Cedric's gloves locked against your palms was soothing in the crowd, and his slender fingers slipped into place securely with your own. You allowed him to guide you and take the lead as you followed his fast pace, noticing the thrilled glint in his hazel eyes.

"Oh my love, I am simply ecstatic for you to be here with me today, thank you for coming." Cedric spoke back to you, his tone of voice slightly higher with excitement, glancing behind his shoulder and keeping his hands interlocked tightly with yours. "I'm really excited to be here with you too, Cedric. It looks amazing!"

You looked around the venue and marvelled at the moving statues guarding the closed door - it was obvious that it had not begun yet, giving you time to look up at all the mystic spells being cast by various sorcerers. Phoenix birds made from flames and glitter zoomed elegantly around the dark night sky, lighting it up like fireworks as the sorcerer's guided them with the tips of their wands. Cedric caught your gaze and squeezed your hand gently, smiling at you. "Impressive, right? I know a spell similar to that, but you'll see so much more ins-"

He was cut off by the loud movement of the stone statues beginning to move and open the doors, as all the people gathered outside began to rapidly shuffle and move. Your hand gripped Cedric's as he practically dragged you towards the door with a grin.

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The day went fantastically, as you and Cedric toured around the hall, allowing you to witness so many magical and enchanted performances of talent, try amazing foods and watch as Cedric expanded his own skills by eagerly writing down new spells he had learnt on an old bit of parchment paper he found in his pocket and buy new ingredients for some potions he was desperate to brew.

"Darling, I won't be a moment - I just need to go to this stall and buy something I had forgotten to earlier - just stay here, alright?"

You gave Cedric a reaffirming smile and turned back to the stall you were once looking at as he hurried away, before feeling a pressure on your shoulder. The feeling made you jump slightly, but your expression softened as you realised who it was.

"[Y/N]! How unusual to see you here!" Greylock said with his signature smile, as you sighed with relief and returned one back to him. You had briefly met Greylock a few years ago when he had visited Enchancia with his King, but this was before you and Cedric were together and did not familiarise yourself with him much. You were even surprised that he had remembered your name. "I can't say I'm surprised to see you here, Greylock. It is quite an event to be held, wouldn't you say?"

You felt rude to ignore Greylock and patiently wait for Cedric's arrival, so the two of you stood, speaking small talk and laughing at Greylock's small jokes. Cedric made his way through the crowd, holding a paper bag full of ingredients and adding his new addition to it, when he glanced up at where you once were to see Greylock.

Greylock the Grand was speaking to you. He had his arm on your shoulder, and it didn't look like he had plans to remove it anytime soon. Cedric grit his teeth, narrowing his eyebrows as he watched him speak to you and you laugh at whatever he was saying. What was to be described as a fiery pit began to form in Cedric's stomach, as he cleared his throat and made his way other to you both.

You sensed Cedric's arrival out of the corner of your eye and secretly thanked him - the conversation had turned to your love life, something that you did not wish to speak about in detail with Greylock. Greylock's glance broke from you to Cedric, giving him a smile and going to shake his hand. "Cedric! I was just asking [Y/N] why they were here alone, but it turns out I was wrong!"

Like it was nothing, Cedric wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close towards him, quite quickly. The sudden movement took you by surprise as you put a hand on his chest, looking up at him and seeing a snarl on his face, his eyes cold as he looked at Greylock. It immediately clicked, as you bit your lip with a smile. If it was coming honestly from you, Cedric was quite a jealous and possessive individual. You knew that this jealousy partially stemmed from the bullying and torment he experienced in his younger years, but Cedric also had a burning passion to make everyone around him aware that you were his.

"Oh really?" Cedric began to reply, his tone of voice flat as he began to rub your waist with his fingers. Greylock raised an eyebrow at Cedric's arm placement, but was so oblivious to the situation that he continued on. "Yeah, I was just mentioning how dangerous it could be to let such a pretty sweetheart loose alone, especially with all these sorcerers around."

Cedric's grip seemed to tighten on your waist as his eyebrows got lower, his facial expression getting angrier by the minute. "That's good, but they're not alone. Me and my partner were just about to leave, thank you Greylock. Until we meet again." He said flatly, turning around but keeping his arm hooked around your waist. The two of you left a speechless Greylock standing still as he watched Cedric guide you out of the hall and outside.

Outside was quieter, as most of the sorcerer's were now inside and experiencing the event to all it's glee. The dark night sky was illuminated with stars and the bright moonlight shone down on you. You were silent until you were outside, stopping and facing Cedric. You put both of your hands on his chest, your cheeks slightly pink from Cedric's outburst earlier. Cedric took your hands in his and rubbed the back of them with his thumbs, leaning down and placing a sweet kiss on your cheek, before lingering his lips and moving up to place them upon yours, placing them in a gentle - but hungry - kiss. You reciprocated the kiss keenly, as if you had been waiting for it all night.

One of Cedric's hands fell from yours, but instead found its place entangled in your hair and running down the back of your neck as he kissed you. You broke apart with a huff of breath, but Cedric kept his hands on you.

"My dear, I love you. Merlin forbid I ever let you out of my sight again. You're all mine, alright?"