#just this harsh voice like why were you so eccentric

[medievalanchoress]

[goldenstring6123]

Zayne: Morning Afterglow

Warning: Smut, MDNI, 18+, 2k words, no plot (just a lazy morning), gentle (?) sex, Cunnilingus, unprotected sex, sensual love making. AFAB!reader, Reader may or may not be the mc.

Author's note: how do you write gentle sex exactly???? request made by anon!

A big hand roamed the expanse of your back, tasting its warmth.

For a second, the touch disappeared, changing to a single finger. Carefully, it traced every dip and crevice formed by your position as you lay on your side—your spine, the dip in your shoulder blades, the folds of your love handles, and your Venus dimples.

You held your breath at the thought of Zayne doing it. He's been doing this the whole week. Whenever you were distracted by something, his hand would always come into contact with your body, touching it for his own amusement. It wasn't even intimate or erotic; it was just plain eccentric and out of character.

"Are you that interested in my body? How scandalous of you, Dr. Zayne!" You exclaimed, over-exaggerating your tone.

To your words, he merely responded with a blink and a stare before turning away from you. You were perplexed. Who wouldn't be?! Is this his way of getting accustomed to touching you?

"I know you're awake," Zayne whispered, his lips just behind your ears. You shiver at the lowness of his voice and stiffen as his hand lands on your hips. "Why are you holding your breath?"

"I was woken up to you touching me," you replied back. It's not that you were complaining about it, but it felt… nice. Even if there was no malice to his touch, it sent a small jolt of electrical shock from your back to everywhere. "But good morning."

Zayne's lips touched the nape of your neck, placing a light kiss. His hand, which was on your hip, traced carefully from your waist up to your shoulder. You can't help but crave a kiss, so you slightly turn behind you and meet his face. "Are you still sore from last night?" he gently asked, giving another peck on the forehead.

You shook your head from side to side.

"Good," he whispered, accompanied by a kiss on the nose. Zayne tugged off the plain white duvet that was the only thing covering your naked body. That took you off guard. "May I?" he asked, and you finally rolled to his side of the bed, revealing yourself in all your naked glory. Hickey-riddled neck and collarbones, your stomach, your pinkish thighs, and your supple breasts. He basked in the sight of you riddled with his love marks.

"What's gotten you so eager this morning?" you asked, but he did not respond. He simply pulled you closer and finally laid a kiss on your lips. You had to blink thrice before giving in to his all-too-gentle kiss—a stark contrast to the harsh, hungry kisses he was gnawing out of you last night.

You opened your lips and let his tongue enter, pushing and sliding against yours while shallow whimpers escaped your mouth. You could still taste the sweetness of the chocolate from last night. His hand didn't lay dormant; it stroked and touched everything it came across before landing on your nipples.

"Mhm?" you let out when his cold fingertips brushed the peak of your breasts. You arched your chest out even further in the hopes of coming into contact with his fingers again. Your breasts were more sensitive that morning, probably due to Zayne's rough suckling and kneading. The light hue had turned more reddish, and it seemed like they were almost swollen, yet they didn't hurt at all.

You and your lover pulled away from the kiss, a silver thread connecting both of your tongues. Zayne adored the redness of your ears and your low-lidded eyes; you were in a trance as well, certainly in the mood for much more.

He got on his elbows and lowered his face onto your left breast, blowing on it. You flinched at the cold air, making you grab a fistful of his black locks. You glared at him, and he grinned. He opened his mouth and gently lapped at your breast. The other hand found its way to the right and flicked on the nipple at the same time his tongue struck up.

"Ah…" Your back lifted slightly, but the rest of Zayne's body was pressing you down. Despite it not hurting, he was still gentle with his actions. He sucked lightly, swirling his tongue and teasing the bud. You enjoyed the efforts of his mouth and fingers, letting out a sequence of weak moans.

Every movement was like a small electric spark from your chest down to your womanhood.

You can't help but let out ragged breaths as your heart beat strongly against your chest. You attempted to calm yourself down by staring at the ceiling, yet Zayne playfully bit your nipple and pinched the other. You thrust your hips against his stomach and let out a loud, unguarded moan.

You could feel something hardening and rubbing against your own thigh, but you couldn't really care less because your lover showered your torso with so many kisses. He left trails and trails of them all over, worshipping your body like a devoted believer. He went lower and lower, and his mouth stopped right at your entrance.

Zayne paused, eyeing every mark he left. He then eyed your womanhood, gazing at it with slight hunger.

The warmth of Zayne's body had disappeared from your own, and the cold wind of the air conditioner took its place. There came the slight embarrassment on your face—he was staring for too long, even if there was nothing to look at down there.

You instinctively closed your thighs shut, but it was soon a futile attempt as Zayne's hands held them open. "Don't close your legs, Honey." Zayne could see the blush on your cheeks, and you couldn't do anything other than lay your head back and wait. For dear life, you grabbed one of Zayne's pillows and pressed it over your eyes and the bridge of your nose. Partially, it was because you were shy, but deep down, you did it because you wanted to feel the sensation even more.

You waited. The minute seemed like an hour, but then finally, finally, you could feel your lover's mouth. You swallowed your saliva and spread your legs a little wider. Zayne kissed the inners of your thighs and gave you a generous, fluid-coated lick, lathering your pussy. You throbbed as his hot tongue brushed on the lips of your womanhood.

"Mhhm," you let out. His finger briefly disappeared from your thighs, but then you suddenly felt yourself being opened. You pressed the pillow harder on your eyes to cope with the embarrassment you felt at being wide open. It wasn't your first time with Zayne, and it's not uncommon for him to do this, but every time, you can't help but feel the shame.

Your hips squirmed at the cold air, but at the same time, you throbbed, feeling a slimy fluid drip out of your hole. "Zayne…" you called in the hopes that he could hurry it up. The surgeon's green eyes flickered up to you, but he clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction. Why were you covering your face with the pillow?

Swiftly, he yanked it away from you and discarded it to the floor. And while you were in the midst of complaining, his tongue nudged your clit. Slowly, you could feel Zayne's tongue move side to side, firmly and quickly, wasting no time to prepare you. "Ah! Ah! Zayne!" you screamed, hips bucking higher to add more pressure to his face. He wrapped his hands around your thigh while your hand was still in his hair.

He continued eating you out, holding you in the same position all the while he got drunk off of the lewd noises that came from your mouth. You were ebbing at the sensation. Your sex organ was clenching and relaxing at the pleasurable sensations coming from your clit. "Ah—Zayne, I'm—" You couldn't continue your words.

The moment you locked eyes with Zayne, a gentle heat radiated from your core.

The muscles in your legs tightened, and your back arched. A familiar, wonderful tingle erupted out of your vagina. You felt yourself burst, the uninterrupted pleasure prolonged by Zayne's continuous lapping. He held on to you and focused on your reactions, adoring how you whimpered out of pleasure.

You basked momentarily in the bliss that your body had experienced, ignoring your lover, who quietly disappeared from between your legs. You closed your eyes for a moment.

You didn't know what it was you experienced, but it was certainly new—an orgasm that wasn't hard, yet it was a satisfactory one. You stared at the ceiling, a portion of your energy depleted from the early morning activities. Your lids grew heavy, and the cool breeze was nice against the skin, but before you could even doze off, a hand wrapped itself around your calves.

"Eh?" one of your legs had been hung above Zayne's shoulder, and when you glanced to look, there he was again in between your legs. Zayne's cock stood upright, rock solid, like it was ready to burst.

"Can…I put it in?" he asked, rubbing his cheek on your ankle. His ears were deep red, and his eyes were almost pleading. Who could say no to him? You nodded, and Zayne aligned himself with your entrance.

The high and sensitivity from your orgasm were still there, but you were still eager to move on. You marveled at Zayne's well-toned torso, seeing it move as he thrust his hip forward, careful not to hurt you. The stretch didn't hurt; if anything, it felt good. He pushed himself in further, stopping every now and then because your insides were throbbing.

Your insides squeezed his cock in an irregular rhythm, and it felt good. It was hot inside you, and he was craving more, but it felt like It was the right moment to bask in this sensation. Zayne began to lightly move his hips, giving you shallow thrusts. He held onto your thigh, fingers digging into the flesh a bit while his other hand was guiding his hip.

Heavy breaths escaped from his lips. He was trying his best to hold back, but he couldn't help but let out a few mewls. It felt good inside you. Maddeningly good, yet uncannily, there was no urge to go rougher. He wanted to take his sweet time.

His shallow thrusts went deeper and deeper until you were practically being rocked against him. Your skin rubbed against the sheets while your insides felt like they were being repeatedly stretched, filled one moment and empty the next. Your vision was turning white, flickering with every movement.

Zayne's pace was becoming faster and faster, and it was evident that he was moving to please himself even more. His girth was perfect, managing to add just the right amount of pressure to your favorite spot while his tip kept kissing and touching your cervix. He relished how you were sucking him in, not wanting to let go.

He kept his pace for a little while longer, but then he changed his position, lifting the other leg and pushing himself right over you. He dipped his hips into your opening. "Deep…" you panted. "Zayne—you're so deep…" He kept on doing it until you could practically hear both of your skins making slapping noises.

The series of noises grew louder and louder until Zayne wasn't holding back his relished moans, the guttural noises turning you on even more. He lowered his head to your ear and nibbled lightly while he pushed open your fingers, intertwining them together. "Cumming…mhm!" He kept on thrusting and thrusting, getting sloppier until Zayne buried himself, his everything, into yours.

You let out a choked cry, and Zayne let out a quivering moan in return, his abs and body stiffening as you felt spurts of white hit against your inner flesh. It was hot—and filling you up.

He thrust a little bit more, eager to prolong his ejaculation, but soon after, his body wilted onto yours.

"Honey," you cried, tapping his sweat-riddled back. Your lover was still breathing heavily, a little fuzzy over his climax. "You're heavy…" you whispered in his ear. While he kept himself inside you, as more seconds passed, you felt him go a little softer, with his breathing balanced out. When you turned your head, merely centimeters apart from his—he was fast asleep.

"A lazy day it is," You thought, falling asleep while being crushed underneath your lover's weight.

It was a peaceful morning in your residence.

Author footnotes: I added Caleb because I want to slowly integrate him to my works.

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[squiddy-god]

Makes you look stupid

Ratio x reader

I love him your honor- Dr ratio the man that you are *dreamy sigh* anyways this is smth I wrote because I love him and had this idea in my head for a while

Cw : reader is ratios assistant, enemies to lovers but it's really not, ratio refusing to admit he's kinda a simp, kissy kissy smooch smooch 💋

♥︎REQUEST ARE OPEN♥︎ don't be shy, send request for any of the fandoms on my fandom list, you can even recommend shows/games if they aren't there. Or even if you just want to chat! Anon is also always open!

Insufferable, detestable, intolerable, the very definition of aggravating is what you were in the vast expanse of veritas ratio’s mind. The man who seemingly knew everything was for once stumped to a single question- why in the world did he keep you around? The ugly truth of the matter being that perhaps as the problem persists day after day, that he is the problem. Arguing, bickering, snipping at one another like two rabid dogs until you both inevitably both storm off or realize you had both come to the same conclusion 34 snide comments ago. Idiocy, something only a nanometer short of straight loonacy is what the doctor compared you too, and yet with every argument, debate, and quorall he would return, asking your opinion as his assistant. What's more he never fired you, claiming that despite your lacking and many blatant flaws, none of which he could list besides his near constant headache, you were the most adequate in his eyes to be his assistant. In a sea of idiots so vast he feared its depths, you were an island. Competent, capable, sensible. So you stuck together, knowing even in his anger that this was not a chance he could forsake- and you knowing that even though his words were harsh, they were not necessarily all meant.

His students quite frankly wonder themselves why you haven't quit, “divorced him” they say, remarking on the bickering. You did like the Dr. for all his many flaws, of which you can only sight your near constant headache, he was brilliant, for all of his eccentricities, he held in equal parts an unquenchable thirst for knowledge, genius, maverick, The Doctor veritas ratio. Deep down there was a part of you that wanted to hear him on the rare occasion he had nothing but praise to sing, even with his harsh criticism you knew he held you in high esteem- “the worst part about idiocy is that you cannot explain it to an idiot” well he had no problem explaining it to you, so clearly he didn't mean half of the words he said. The job was also easy enough, though you have heard that you have far more duties than any other aid or assistant. Grading papers under his eagle eyed supervision to ensure you weren't too lenient, answering questions when he felt as though the students needed an example of someone not entirely moronic, passing out papers, printing, hading work back, running back and forth between the library, his class, and his office, most astonishingly however was that on the exceptionally rare occasion that he was absent from his lectures, you were to be the only one permitted to substitute. A thick heavy binder of information to cover and detailed instructions made the process fairly easy, although when the others gaze appon the monstrosity of a codex they go pale. It could also be said that the bickering and arguments were almost entertaining if they didn't boil your blood. The slight cracks in the doctor's elegantly crafted mask, and even better the twitch of his brow and vein popping in his forehead when the mask was off. 

“Oh?And I won't find it short one paper? Or that one has missed being graded by your astute eyes?” his voice is dripping in sarcasm that makes your blood run hot and bitter. “That was a small one time mistake, must you continue to bring it up?” hmmm, he didn't like when you clench your jaw so hard you speak through gritted teeth, he much preferred when you were relaxed, lips slightly parted in a sigh- why his thoughts turn to this he hadn't a clue. A lie he told himself. Really he knew, and it infuriated him, it had kept him awake the night before. He had kept himself awake actually, all so that he could avoid the dreams that plagued his racing mind, of you, of the way you walk, the length of your stride and how your mind was just so…so…intriguing to him. Arguments sparked out of his pride holding him back from simply picking your brain apart like a normal person would- with questions and conversation. Even now as your jaw clenched and eye twitched he wanted to smooth the hard lines of annoyance into something softer. It aggravated him, the fleeting touches, the rare moments of calm and peace, the times he would give in and simply talk without the unneeded critique, how the one thing he didn't want to think about, to analyze, would not leave his mind.

“Perhaps if you would focus instead of dodling around like some lost stupid puppy I wouldn't have any shortcomings to point out and yet-” you cut him off just as quickly as he retorts.  “oh Aeons spare me the lecture- maybe the reason you can't take your head out of your ass is because its so over inflated-” 

Today had been exhausting, the constant back and forth coupled with how the good Dr. ratio seemed to have woken up in the most perplexing mood that had your mind reeling. Was he in a bad mood? A good one? You honestly couldn't tell and the stone face he wore was not helping. One paper short passing out an assignment? A scolding remark on your inability to focus. Trying to reach a book he had requested from the upper shelves? A gentle hand ghosting on your waist as he grabs it himself before sitting down again. Another invitation to a chess game you know you will lose? A silence devoid of his usual commentary about your lack of strategy. “Here, they are all graded-and yes i made sure to follow your guide lines” you say answering his question before he can even ask it.

“Already out of arguments? Resorting to such crude remarks like a simpleton- to believe i worry over you” you scoff leaning on your palm to lean closer to where he sits in his office chair. “Oh such a saint- you are capable of feeling- oh look at me, dr ratio i just can do anything” you mock as your eye twitches, the smug satisfaction on his face as he looks you over only goading you. “To think this fool is what I lose my sleep to- no, correction, I can't think. because you don't think- you are as incapable of complex thought as an apple- in fact” he leans in as if to mock you further, but his eyes don't mean it, too focused on other things then the mockery you have made of him. 

“Why you arrogant self absorbed prick- if you are losing sleep wondering about how to provoke me further then you are a fool- gah! You are so impossible!” his hand flys up to grab your jaw in a firm but non painful grip “i would watch it, afterall i don't see any fool here but you” his anger is rising, annoyance and this maddaning aggravation you pester him with swimming in his eyes barley distracting from the fact that for the past 5 minutes of your little spat, his eyes have been firmly locked to your lips. You smirk, unable to resist aggravating him even more you grab his wrist, hands barely managing to connect at the fingertips, “oh ho if i didn't know any better i'd say you’d caught feeling” you don't miss the way his eyes widen slightly, that stone faced smirk wavering for a fraction of a second. “Look at you veritas~ you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid” he couldn't decide which he was feeling more of, rage that you were right- that he did want to kiss you and that it was making him look stupid, or rage that you had the nerve to call him of all people a stupid fool.

Your eyes widened, body jerking forward slightly as his hand swiftly went from squishing your face to cradling the back of your neck, bringing you forward until you felt the softness of his lips against yours. The kiss was hungry, as if he wanted to steal the air from your lungs, his teeth biting your bottom lip only to pull away when your mouth parted slightly to allow what he wanted. “Now who is the one who looks stupid” aeons did he look proud of himself, smug haughty satisfaction plastered on his face as if it had been carved there. His arms retracted to fold crossed against his broad chest. Meanwhile you stood leaned over, shell shocked with your mouth open in surprise. Speechless. “I rather like you this way, too stunned by your own stupid game to speak. Perhaps I will have to do this more often.” 

“Oooooo~ so you still wanna kiss me soooo bad~big bad dr ratio has a little crush like a idiot~” you tease leaning in to pester him, draping your arm over his shoulder and poking his cheek. 

His brow twitched, the corner of his mouth pulling into an annoyed smirk as he contemplated kicking you out of his office, but you both knew he wasn't going to do that. 

[5xlwriter]

Feedist Kinktober: Magic Mirror

Intended to be part of a series of one-shots in response to @fatguarddog’s Feedist Kinktober 2024 prompts, but I loved the prompt and it became a much bigger story than I expected. The prompt was Magic Mirror.

I had mixed feelings about Theo moving in with me. We’d met several years ago through a friend of a friend, and he and his boyfriend Luca were invited to a lot of the same parties as me. I never really clicked with Luca… He was incredibly good looking and obsessively sculpted his body at the gym, giving him the look of an Adonis. But he knew he was gorgeous and used it as an excuse to treat people poorly.

Theo was different. He was smart, funny and exceptionally kind. For the most part, I was super excited for the memories we’d make together, and it would be great to save some money by splitting rent. But on the other hand, Theo was… kind of needy. He had criminally low self-esteem, and needed constant reassurance from his friends — especially now that Luca had dumped him. That was the reason he was now living in my spare room.

He’d moved in several weeks ago, and it was largely going well. I loved our daily movie nights and it was nice to share meals with someone. Theo was just as much of a neat freak as me, so it really didn’t feel like a burden having him around. If anything, the apartment was cleaner than ever… But his constant self-doubt was really driving me insane.

“Are you sure the food tastes OK?”, he’d ask after cooking our dinner. “We can turn this movie off if you’re not enjoying it,” he’d apologise just ten minutes into a film. Worst of all was the daily routine of having to reassure him that he looked good before he left the house. “Does my hair look weird?” he’d ask, fretting in the mirror as he adjusted his perfectly coiffed dark hair. “Is this zit noticeable?” he’d press, drawing my attention to a perfectly clear patch of skin. And most infuriating of all: “Do these pants make me look fat?”

Theo was thin as a rail. He was just one of those guys who were blessed with a superhuman metabolism as well as the self-discipline to be really careful about what he ate. Here he was, pushing 30, with not an ounce of fat on his frame. I envied him - I was fit myself, but I had to work really hard in the gym for it. My work as a personal trainer helped with that.

I was being harsh. Theo was a great roommate and an even better friend. I just wished he liked what he saw when he looked in the mirror.

And that’s exactly what I told the old lady behind the counter at Miss Mabel’s Curios & Antiques, a dusty little store downtown that I’d passed by a billion times. I wasn’t sure why I was here - I’d been ranting to a friend about my predicament with Theo, and she’d said that Miss Mabel would know what to do. At my whit’s end, I trusted her recommendation.

“Oh, that’s easy my boy,” she said in a creaky little voice as she jumped down from her stool. She was a small lady, wearing what looked like at least ten cardigans and her messy grey hair tied in a bun atop her head. She had a warm and eccentric charm about her; not quite like a grandma, but moreso like a distant elderly aunt who you saw at the occasional family function.

She tottered off down one of the store’s aisles, before looking back over her shoulder expectantly. “Well, come on then!” she beckoned, and I quickly followed her. We soon stopped in front of a large rectangular object, as tall as I was and concealed under a dust sheet which Miss Mabel promptly whipped off.

It was a mirror - and an old one at that. The glass was in reasonably good condition but the frame - decorated with intricate carvings of daffodils - was in a sorry state, with chunks of wood missing and deep scars across the surface. What on earth did Miss Mabel think I could achieve with this?

“Don’t be so dense, dearie,” she teased, tapping me on the forehead. “This is a magic mirror. Give it to your friend, it’ll sort him right out.”

I had more than a few reservations, most of them related to the small fact that I didn’t believe in magic mirrors - or any kind of magic, actually. And yet, Miss Mabel seemed very certain and there was no hint of trickery in her kind eyes. Plus, when I noticed the £10 price tag on the mirror, it dissolved any concerns I had that this could be a con. That was an absolute steal, even if the mirror had seen better days. I paid her the money and headed for the door, before Miss Mabel called after me.

“Just a wee warning, dearie,” she said hesitantly. “Magic, especially old magic like that, can be unpredictable. Keep an eye on your friend, hm?”

I nodded, and made my way home.

Theo was delighted with the mirror, which I thought was an odd response to something that looked like I’d rescued it from a dump. He might have been unsure at first, raising an eyebrow when I revealed its new location hung in our hallway, but as soon as he looked into it I watched his face change. There was a light in his eyes as they lingered longer than normal on his reflection, and I saw his mouth curl into a smile. That never happened. Maybe the mirror really was magic… In any case, it seemed to do the trick, and I went to bed that evening quietly confident that Theo was going to be a little softer on himself.

When I woke up the following morning, it was to the smell of bacon. Weird, I thought. We usually just had toast for breakfast, or maybe a smoothie. But I certainly wasn’t going to complain! God, Theo was the best roommate I’d ever had…

As I walked out into the hallway, Theo was looking at himself in the mirror and flexing his non-existent muscles. I raised an eyebrow but said nothing, heading through to the kitchen. The bacon was looking very dark in the pan, much crispier than I liked it, and none of the bread for our sandwiches had been buttered.

“Theo, this bacon is looking very done,” I called out to him. He didn’t answer. “Theo?” I called again.

“Ugh, what?” he snapped back in a tone I’d never heard him use before, though he quickly seemed to catch his rude behaviour. “Oh, um, I’m sorry,” he said, scrambling for words but not taking his eyes off his reflection. “Would you mind finishing off breakfast for me?” He asked. “I’m kinda busy.”

He was acting strange, but I tried my best not to overthink it and did as I was asked, slathering some butter on the four slices of bread and transferring the bacon into two sandwiches.

“It’s ready,” I said, and headed to the fridge. That’s weird, I thought. There was no milk left to make our coffees, even though I’d bought some yesterday. And why had Theo put the empty carton back in the fridge? I poured us two glasses of orange juice instead.

At that moment, Theo walked into the kitchen without saying a word, and then left again with the bacon sandwiches. Both of them. And when I gave chase to confront him about it, expecting to find him sat in the living room, I was stopped dead in my tracks. He was stood in the hallway, stuffing the sandwiches into his mouth with eyes fixed on the mirror, like he was watching TV.

I heard Miss Mabel’s warning in my head. Keep an eye on your friend… Something was wrong.

Later that day, I’d rushed over to Miss Mabel’s shop to get her advice - but when I arrived, the lights were off and the door was locked. That’s when I noticed the sign, handwritten in spidery penmanship: “ON VACATION! SIX WEEKS IN EGYPT! SEE YOU SOON DEARIES. MMx”. There was a little drawing of some pyramids in the bottom corner. Fuck.

I didn’t want to mess with the mirror, since I figured if it really was magic then I had no clue how it might affect Theo. Just a glance had changed his behaviour dramatically, who knew what else it could do? And so I reasoned that the best thing to do would be to wait for Miss Mabel to return, and in the meantime to follow her advice and keep an eye on him. After all, he wasn’t exactly a danger or in any pain - he was just acting… different. Little did I know, he’d soon be looking different too…

***

It had started after a few days. The novelty of the mirror seemed to have worn off for Theo, and he no longer spent all day in front of it like he did that first day. But he was still acting differently, and I’d still catch him checking himself out in it multiple times a day. This particular evening, we were sat in front of the TV while Theo ate dinner. Since buying the mirror, Theo only prepared food for himself, but I’d planned to heat up my leftovers from yesterday so that we could eat together. I was feeling distant from him and thought it would be a good chance to chat. Except, when I opened the fridge, I found they were gone, no doubt eaten by my strange new roommate. So I reluctantly ordered a pizza, and sat with Theo as I waited for it to arrive.

Theo didn’t appear to be in the mood for a chat, his eyes glued to the TV while he shovelled heaping forkfuls of creamy pasta into his mouth, chewing loudly. It was like someone else had taken over his body. Most weird of all was his choice of programming - usually, we might watch a documentary together, or catch up on one of our regular dramas. And he’d always ask what I wanted to watch. But today we were watching a home shopping network, with a musclebound (and very attractive) jock demonstrating some workout equipment.

“Oh come on Theo,” I teased, trying to make conversation. “He’s hot, sure, but surely there’s something else we can watch?”

Theo looked at me with a look of utter incomprehension, even pausing his feeding frenzy to process what I’d just said. I felt like I’d offended him. He shoved another fork in his mouth and finally spoke as he chewed.

“That man ain’t hot,” he said, spraying me with flecks of cream before swallowing. “He’s got nothing on me. And look at all the exercise he’s gotta do just to have those puny muscles. Mine are twice as big and are all natural.”

Now it was my turn to look confused. Surely Theo was joking? He had no muscle whatsoever… He was practically a skeleton. Except… Now that I looked at him, I mean really looked at him, that wasn’t quite true…

He was… Not “bigger”, per se… he certainly didn’t look like he’d gained any muscle. But he was… softer, somehow. It was almost imperceptible, a thin coating over his whole body, a slight puffiness… But now that I’d noticed it, there was no denying it. For a moment, I reasoned that it was natural for someone so thin to put on a couple of pounds, considering how much Theo had been stuffing his face these last few days. But then, as he finished his huge bowl of pasta and made his way over to the mirror for his routine post-meal quality time with his reflection, curiosity got the better of me and I peeked into the hallway to watch.

He stood tall and proud, flexing non-existent muscles as though he were a world-champion body builder. And then, most alarmingly of all, I saw him grow.

It happened so slowly I couldn’t even be sure it was really happening, but as I fixed my eyes on his form there was no denying it. His arms were thickening and filling out his sleeves a little more, while the slight softness at his waist began to press against his shirt. Within a few minutes he looked to be about 5lbs heavier - not a big deal for most people, but certainly noticeable on Theo’s lithe frame. My mouth was wide open in shock. This just wasn’t possible. It had to be my eyes playing tricks on me, my imagination getting the better of me… I was just stressed out by Theo’s personality transplant… I…

The doorbell rang, and Theo ignored it, too preoccupied with his reflection. “That’ll be my pizza,” I said, getting to my feet. No sooner had I said it, Theo eagerly answered the door and brought in the pizza, setting it down in before me on the coffee table. I felt an odd sense of relief - this was the kind of attentive behaviour I was used to from Theo. Maybe the magic was wearing off… Maybe my old roommate wasn’t gone after all.

I went to the kitchen to get some drinks (water for me, a glass of milk for Theo) and returned to the living room, where I found Theo already halfway through devouring my pizza.

***

It had been a week since I brought home the mirror, and I was pretty adjusted now to Theo’s newfound greed and selfishness. I found it difficult to get angry with him when I discovered the fridge cleared out or a stack of dirty dishes in the sink - I was the one who had brought the mirror into our home; I was the one who’d meddled because I couldn’t deal with Theo needing a little extra encouragement.

When I got home from work each day, I would typically find Theo in one of two places: sat on the couch stuffing his face, or flexing and pouting in the dreaded mirror. This time, it was the latter.

God, he’d really blown up now. It was all happening so quickly and every time I saw him he looked to be bigger than the time before. I had accepted the impossible fact that the mirror was piling the pounds onto my friend; even now, as I watched him admiring himself, I watched in real time as Theo’s new soft underbelly slowly inched out the bottom of his shirt. He’d always dressed in oversized clothing, but now everything he owned was starting to get very snug on his oversized body.

“My god, I’m gorgeous,” he said aloud. “Luca doesn’t know what he’s missing.” he said, kissing his own soft bicep. “I haven’t been to the gym all week and my guns are looking better than ever!”

I smiled politely, but I was worried. Miss Mabel was still out of town for another five weeks, and I guessed that Theo must have already stacked on about 50lbs. You didn’t need to be a maths genius to figure out that he risked ending up over 400lbs by the time she was able to help us break the spell. If she was able to help us. Theo still stood a chance of working this off now, but if things got that far… he’d be changed forever.

“Theo, can we talk?” I asked. He huffed a little, clearly annoyed to be pulled away from the mirror, but reluctantly followed me into the living room.

***

It had been two weeks since my conversation with Theo, and things were still intensely frosty between us. I’d asked him if he was OK, and he’d insisted he was never better. I’d asked him if he’d noticed any changes in his behaviour, and he’d said he’d just realised that he needed to put himself first. I’d asked him if he’d noticed any changes in his body, and he agreed that yes, he’d been growing lately - that his muscles were inexplicably growing. He couldn’t explain it, he said, but he was happy with the results.

I gently tried to explain that it didn’t look that way to me, that I thought he might have been bulking with how much he’d been eating, but with the right cut he’d be looking awesome in no time… That sent him into a rage. We had a huge argument. He’d screamed at me - was I fucking blind? Did I not see how perfect his body was? I was just jealous - and then he stormed out, softer ass bouncing behind him in too-tight shorts. Since then, we hadn’t really spoken, and things were getting so much worse…

He was really big now. Like, he was a certified fat guy, a fully fledged 300 pounder - or maybe more? It was difficult to tell. Every time I saw him, I had to do a double take: firstly, because my brain wasn’t quite catching up with his skyrocketing weight and was failing to register this figure as my roommate. And secondly, because he’d outgrown all his clothes and taken to wandering the apartment in just a pair of boxer briefs. They were so tight on him that the elastic waistbands had all developed wide holes.

His choice of dress meant that all his fresh fat was on full display, a constant reminder of what I’d brought upon him by bringing home the mirror. His face was round and bloated, making his eyes look beady and piggish above two puffed-out cheeks. Beneath it was a thick ring of fat, a double chin that was exaggerated when he looked down at his phone. His shoulders had become strikingly broad, though not with the muscle he was still convinced he possessed; they rounded out and sloped like big hills, bunching up behind his neck in another wedge of fat that gave him the look of a hunchbacked office worker. Further down, two plump tits hung from his chest, pooling under his armpits and gathering in thick rolls on his back. They were so distracting; jiggling wildly with every slight movement he made, it was impossible to look away. And beneath them sat the main event: a big, soft belly that had started to hang down over his crotch like a flabby apron. Whilst not as jiggly as his tits (perhaps because it was always full of food), it still looked soft and plush, wobbling as he waddled around the apartment. He’d even started to walk like a fat guy, I noticed, swinging his fat arms side to side to offset his sudden weight gain.

I felt terrible. And as I watched him posing yet again in the mirror, having just demolished a family-sized tray of pasta as a snack between meals, I felt even more terrible. The mirror would be working its sinister magic on him and turning all that food into fat. Sure enough, as if to prove a point, I heard a ripping sound and noticed one of the holes in his underwear growing beneath his widening hips. I had to do something.

***

I resolved to get rid of the mirror. I’d known all along it was the right thing to do, but I was scared of Theo’s reaction. He was so volatile. Part of me was also scared of how it might affect him - had he and the mirror formed some kind of magic bond? What would happen if that was severed? But as my friend’s weight inched closer to 400lbs with each day, I knew I had to do something. But the issue was now pressing, as I was due to leave on a trip I’d booked myself months ago. I was going to be gone for two weeks, and while I certainly wasn’t in the mood to go now, I’d already paid a lot of money and it wasn’t exactly like I could wave a wand and stop all this. What good could I possibly do here? In fact, Theo seemed to resent me the more I tried to help. But I could still hear Miss Mabel’s warning that I ought to keep an eye on him, ringing around my head. I reasoned that if I could get the mirror out of the way and then disappear myself for a couple of weeks, maybe that would at least slow whatever was happening to my friend.

And so, when Theo was out getting food, I made my move, carefully taking the mirror off the wall and making my way to the door. Before I could reach it, it opened of its own accord… and there in the doorway was Theo. Fuck. He was so big now that it was impossible not to be intimidated by him, even if he did look ridiculous squeezed into clothes that he was 150lbs too big for. He was visibly uncomfortable, all the fabric digging into his fat, which burst unflatteringly out of every opening. His belly was barely covered by the material, making it look like he was wearing a crop top, and several inches of his ass crack were visible, not able to be contained by the sweatpants that were painted onto his thick, gelatinous thighs. I couldn’t believe he’d left the house like this, but I suppose it was better that than parading around in his underwear. Anyone who saw him must have thought he was totally unaware of his weight, or that he had suddenly ballooned overnight. They would have had no idea how close to the truth they were…

“What the fuck are you doing with that?” he snarled, snatching the mirror off me with one meaty, fat-fingered hand while the other shoved the remaining half of a burger into his mouth. He seemed to swallow it in one gulp. A thick blob of ketchup dripped onto his stretched and strained t-shirt.

I was still frozen, unable to say or do anything. He barged past me, making his way to his bedroom. He re-emerged a few seconds later, no longer carrying the mirror. It would seem he would be keeping it in there from now on. “Don’t touch my shit,” he warned in a terrifyingly severe tone and then tipped a container of fries into his mouth, dropping the empty packet on the floor. I nodded emphatically.

Without hesitation, he tried to peel off his t-shirt but found himself met with great difficulty. He squirmed and writhed his fat body, trying to manoeuvre himself out of the fabric, but it was simply too tight. I had no idea how he’d even got it on… perhaps he’d grown in the time since? Without warning, he let out a yell of frustration and then tore the entire thing off him in one furious motion. “And another thing,” he spat, turning his broad back to me and making his way back into his room. “Stop washing my clothes, I’m sick of you fucking shrinking everything.”

***

The two weeks away had been a complete waste. I was barely able to relax or take in any of the culture, constantly worried about my friend back home. In truth, I wanted to disconnect from Theo. I’d tried to help him change course and he was treating me so terribly… It was hard to care about him. But I couldn’t shake the guilt - it was me that had caused this, and I owed it to Theo to make it right. Besides, this wasn’t really Theo who was acting this way. It had to be something or someone else… Perhaps he was possessed, or hypnotised, or… It couldn’t have changed him, could it? And certainly not so dramatically? But then I remembered the giant, flabby ass that he was no doubt sat on back home, stuffing his fat face, and I knew that it could… I just hoped there was some kind of counter-magic that Miss Mabel could use to undo all this, to make it like it never happened. It was magic after all, right? I’d learned that anything was possible…

After pausing a while outside the apartment door, unsure of the reception I’d receive from my roommate upon my return, I finally pushed it open. One thing I was sure of was the condition I’d find Theo in. I had no doubt in my mind that he would be weighing in another 100lbs heavier than when I’d left, and I’d braced myself for the sight of him. I assumed he’d be sat in the living room, shovelling food into his growing gut - and this suspicion was supported by the volume of fast food wrappers strewn through the hallway. It was disgusting, looking and smelling like a back alley in the city. I couldn’t believe this was my home. But when I peered into the living room, I found nothing there other than more mess. The TV was off and Theo was nowhere to be seen. Hmm… strange… I glanced to where the mirror used to hang, and then to his bedroom. Perhaps he was holed up in there, checking himself out?

Morbid curiosity got the better of me, and I cautiously approached the door, knocking gingerly and calling out his name. “Theo?”

He didn’t respond, but I could hear strange noises coming from within. It sounded like laboured, heavy breathing. Was Theo fucking someone? Or getting himself off? I listened closer - no, it wasn’t that, the breathing was so erratic, gasping for air… He sounded like he was in trouble. I became alarmed. “Theo, are you OK?”

I flung the door open and my world ground to a halt. Theo was not OK.

Theo’s room was a complete pig sty, piled high with empty pizza boxes and food containers. It stank of sweat and grease and god knows what else, the stench so thick in the air I had to cover my nose. He’d propped up the mirror at the end of his bed, presumably so he could lay in it and admire himself… And the consequences of that decision were enormous.

Literally enormous. Theo was totally unrecognisable, his pale pink flesh filling the entire double bed. He was the fattest man I’d ever seen - perhaps the fattest man that had ever been? His facial features were buried under fat; just two beady eyes and a pair of puckered, sauce-stained lips. If I wasn’t aware of all that had passed in the last few weeks, I would never be able to identify this person as Theo. He was completely transformed. His whole body was splattered with various sauces that he had clearly dribbled on mid-feast… which made sense. He was clearly too big to move and showering would have been impossible.

The blob of a man that lay gasping for air in Theo’s bed was almost as wide as he was tall. It’s difficult to describe any part of him in detail, as all his body parts sort of squished together and melded into one another, fat jostling for space. His tits were each bigger than my head, and there were bits of food wedged in his deep cleavage. His arms were so pumped full of fat that I think they were bigger than my waist. I couldn’t see much of his legs as they were covered by his gargantuan belly, rolling and rocking like jelly with each pained breath, but even his feet were swollen with fat, threatening to be swallowed up into his legs. Fuck, I thought to myself. How could someone have fat toes?

I wanted to say something but my brain was completely fried. What the fuck do you say to a whale who was thin as a beanpole little more than a month ago? Theo looked like a fucking sideshow attraction. Fortunately, he spoke first.

“Dude, thank god — you’re here—“ he wheezed. What? Was he actually happy to see me? Maybe the magic had worn off! My hopes were short lived... “Nobody— wants— to deliver— my food,” he confessed. “Bunch of— fucking— assholes…”

I could see why minimum wage delivery drivers would want to avoid this cesspit. Something told me the new Theo was not a generous tipper. But this was my fault after all, and I couldn’t let him starve. Reluctantly I agreed to go pick him something up - if nothing else it would give me time to think over what to do next. I watched him with pity as he placed the pickup order on his phone, his fat sausage fingers mashing things he didn’t mean to press. He didn’t seem to be removing any of those items from his basket, though…

Soon enough I was back at the apartment with ten paper bags full to the brim with junk. They were as fit to burst as he was, and after handing them over I sat on the edge of the bed (squeezing myself onto the only unoccupied corner I could find) and buried my head in my hands. What was I going to do?

He made short work of the meal and half an hour later he was burping, rubbing his giant gut, and admiring himself in the mirror. “Fuck— I’m so— sexy,” he moaned. “Why— did I ever— settle— for Luca? I’m so— out— of his— league… Gotta find— me someone— as hot— I am…”

I snapped. “Theo, how the fuck are you gonna do that?! You’re as big as a fucking house! You can’t even get out of bed!” I wanted to smack him out of his delusional daydream. But it wasn’t fair to take my frustration out on him, and I tried to calm myself. This wasn’t his fault.

“Yes I— fucking— can,” he gasped. “I’m just— resting— so my— muscles— can grow…”

There was silence between us for a moment. I had no idea what to say, and Theo was too distracted by caressing his own lard in the mirror for a conversation. But as he groped himself, his moaning got louder and more… sensual… I was no longer certain that it was just a symptom of discomfort from his overindulgence. He seemed to be enjoying himself…

“Please— man—“ he begged, looking at me with pleading eyes. “Help— me— out— here… I— know— you— can’t— resist— me…”

Fortunately, I didn’t have time to take him up on his perverted offer. There was an almighty crash, and the room seemed to lift up into the air as I felt myself fall downwards. It took me a few seconds to realise what had happened: the cursed mirror had fattened Theo up so big that the bed could no longer support him, and now he and I sat on the floor, surrounded by its broken pieces. His whole body was wobbling from the impact and he looked like a giant, melted marshmallow. I was surprised he didn’t fall straight through the floor and into the apartment below.

I spotted something shiny by my hand, and on closer examination I saw it was a shard of glass. The mirror. I noticed it had fallen over face-down, and when I nervously lifted its side to inspect the damage I saw that the whole thing was shattered. Oh god, I worried to myself. How was Theo going to react?

“What— just— happened—,” Theo grunted to himself as I got to my feet and stood the mirror up. He seemed lost and confused, a softness in his voice that I recognised from before all this mess began. His eyes seemed to adjust to the room, taking in his surroundings as though he’d just woken up from a dream. “What’s— going— on—,” he gasped, shaking his head in confusion (though the fat in his neck limited his movement). Still, his cheeks jiggled as he did so. “Am— I— sick..? I— can’t— breathe…” I barely registered what he was saying, too worried about his response to finding out the mirror was broken.

“Theo,” I said, trying to steady my voice. “I’m really sorry… I’ll buy you a new one right away, but… Ugh. I don’t know how to say this, but…” I gulped. “Your mirror is broken.”

I turned the mirror around to face him, so he could see the damage for himself. For a moment he didn’t really react at all, furrowing his brow in confusion. He didn’t seem at all sure why he should care about a broken mirror, despite the fact he’d done little else for the past five weeks than stare in it and feed himself. But as he looked harder, as he really focussed his eyes on the mountain of flesh looking back at him, something seemed to click in his mind… A moment of world-shattering realisation...

He recognised himself, and his eyes went wide in horror. He screamed.

[mysoulsickened]

hi again! i was the anon who sent whether you're taking jnh requests and i'm so happy to see fics for the novel!

may i request some hc's with jekyll and hyde falling in love with the same person, who — by chance, is actually both friends with them (jekyll's colleague, hyde's buddy during his night outs) but that person is unaware they're one 🫶🏻 take care!

𝐉𝐞𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐥 & 𝐇𝐲𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧.

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Notes; Middle image was just pretty! There was no gender specified in the request, so I took it as gender neutral. :)

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𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐉𝐞𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐥

𖤓 Meeting him was easy enough. You worked at the royal society, and they often needed to cross check work and theories, just to make sure it was all correct before publishing.

𖤓 It was Henry's work that you were checking one evening, and everything seemed to be correct, other than one detail.

𖤓 You had to tell him, of course. This one thing could make everything else seem... lazy!

𖤓 After correcting him in person, his work passed reviews and managed to get published.

𖤓 ... And after correcting him in person, you two became good friends.

𖤓 One thing led to another, and soon enough you found yourself at dinner parties with Utterson and Lanyon, as well as other colleagues and associates.

𖤓 What can you do? Henry is a sociable man, after all.

𖤓 After a year or two of knowing each other, you and Henry find yourself alone in his study, discussing absolutely anything as you both conversed over red wine.

𖤓 That's when he notices things about you.

𖤓 It could be the alcohol, the late hour, or even just... realisation dawning on him, but he pays attention to all of these small things you do.

𖤓 The way your smile is evident in your features; your cheeks, lips, and even your eyes. Or the way you laugh every time he uses that tone of voice.

𖤓 And he just... lets it be.

𖤓 After all, he was taught that these types of extreme feelings had to be repressed. It was wrong to have such emotions as a man. They had to stay inside. They were wrong, unorthodox, ill.

𖤓 What a life.

𖤓 But he does subtly let you know. Whether that be by mainly conversing with you in ballrooms at your friend's parties, inviting you over to indulge in wine on the weekends, or even by taking walks with you on Sunday.

𖤓 It's subtle things, really. But you know that he cares.

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𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐇𝐲𝐝𝐞

𖤓 How to begin with Edward?

𖤓 You met at a bar, of course you did. Where else?

𖤓 A particularly long day at work with particularly stressful papers led you to have a need to relieve yourself, so getting a drink before heading home seemed like a reasonable idea.

𖤓 Until he crept up to you.

𖤓 How to describe him? Beastly would be a harsh way to put it, but with the way he carried himself as well as his shrunken posture, it wasn't too far from the truth.

𖤓 Henry was still somewhat conscious within Edward, so he saw you. And given his... secret feelings towards you, he was confused why someone like you would be in a place like this.

𖤓 Something within Edward clicked, he was his own person after all, and for the first time since the first transformation, something human glistened in his eyes.

𖤓 After weeks and weeks worth of meet ups at this bar in Soho, you finally got to see what Edward was like — impulsive, rude, and yet somewhat comedic in what he did.

𖤓 Someone insults him or you? He gives the most dramatic gasp known to man, and starts a fight.

𖤓 Honestly? A laugh. We love that for him.

𖤓 Gaga and eccentric is one thing, careless is another, but with time, he practically adopts you into this cycle.

𖤓 You know somewhere within yourself that it's dangerous to be around a man like him. He's a threat to everyone, pretty much. Yet, at the same time, you feel protected by him.

𖤓 If you're hanging around the most dangerous man in London, what can anyone else do?

𖤓 It was months after meeting you that he recognised his feelings. Of course, Henry within him, he already had these emotions, but with Edward being the troglodyte that he is, it took him a while longer to recognise how Henry felt, and then himself.

𖤓 Once he does grasp it, though, not much changes.

𖤓 He's still as confident as ever, fearless, and dangerous, but a bit more protective. Maybe affectionate, if you give it time.

𖤓 Leaving a bar? A kiss on the cheek before getting dragged.

𖤓 It's a double sided coin with Edward and affection. He could do the absolute sweetest thing you've ever experience, and then top it off with the most uncharming action afterwards.

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Conclusion? They're both disasters when it comes to feelings and romance and high-key need to go to a therapy session. Especially Henry. He definitely has Victorian England inflicted religious guilt deep within him. Get him an Aldi smoothie and a weighted blanket, amen.

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Slander me all you want, but Henry would have loved this song.

[creepychippy]

Even the Ultimate Fanfic Creator can feel Doubt

(Note: This is a Tickle Fanfic which also includes a bit of Angst and Hurt/Comfort.)

Summary: Hifumi is doubting his own Title as an Ultimate. Celestia comes up with an unconventional Method in order to cheer him up and bring his Motivation back.

Delicately, Fingers flicked over the next Page of a Fantasy Novel bound in a black Cover. The Ultimate Gambler and the Ultimate Fanfic Creator were currently spending some Time together in the Dorm Room of the latter, each one following after their own Hobbies. As such, the Gambler decided on reading a Novel which told a romantic Story about a Princess getting lost inside a magical Forest only to be saved by a handsome Vampire who invites her back into his Castle while the Fanfic Creator was sketching away on his Graphics Tablet.

However, there was one small Problem - that being Hifumi's constant sighing. The first few Times, Celestia didn't pay any Mind to it, being too engrossed with the Story she is reading. After the fourth and fifth Time, though, her Concentration was pretty much in Shambles as red Eyes repeatedly scanned over the same Lines on the same Page over and over again as a last Ditch Effort to absorb any Type of Information. She contemplated on scolding Hifumi for his Carelessness, though the few Seconds of Silence made her choose otherwise, the Novel in her Hands being considered being much more worthy of her Time-

"Uugh..."

Another exhale from the other Ultimate nearby tore Celestia out of her Focus for the sixth Time in a Row. Annoyance bubbled within the dark-clothed Gambler, red Eyes torn away from the Book in order to glare towards the very Source of the Distraction.

"Hifumi, do pray tell as to why so much senseless Air is escaping past your Lips like a Balloon deflating.", she snapped towards him, though her Voice staying composed and elegant as ever.

"Ah, Ms. Ludenberg! It's a Tragedy, dare I say!", the nerdy Teen rose from his Chair dramatically and headed over towards the large Bed the Gambler was resting on, then let himself drop onto it which caused Celestia to slightly bounce up and down for a Moment, "It seems the Gods have abandoned me! Nay! Snatched my Passion from my very Hands!"

Celestia let her Gaze wander over towards the PC Monitor on Hifumi's Desk and noticed something peculiar. Many Sketches were either hastily skribbled out or had tons of Notes written beside them. On closer Inspection, said Notes included lots of Criticism and negative Descriptions in them. Weird, usually Hifumi tends to be very confident in his Work and not so harsh on himself, she thought to herself. Her Attention snapped back to the Teenage Boy as he continued with his rambling.

"My Inspiration gone! My Fancy not being tickled anymore! My Life Essence drained!", a frustrated Groan left him while he covered his Face with his Hands, "Am I even... still good enough anymore?"

Celestia's Annoyance melted away in an instant as she heard Hifumi's Tone change towards his last Sentence. It didn't sound eccentric and dorky anymore like usual, rather... unsure. Hopeless even.

"... Pardon?", one Hand closed the Novel with a quiet thud as she laid it aside.

"Ah, sorry, sorry!", Hifumi removed his Hands and showed a wobbly Smile, "Nothin' to worry about, Ms. Ludenber-"

"Hifumi."

Her Voice was stern and commanding, yet there was no Hint of Anger in it. As the Queen of Liars, she could pretty much tell that the Ultimate Fanfic Creator was displaying a fake Smile on his Face... not that it really took someone being the Queen of Liars in order to tell that he was putting on a Facade, so obviously forced was his Smile.

"There is definitely something going on here, so how about you spare any pointless Attempts at changing the Topic and just spit it out already?"

Hifumi fidgeted with his Hands, though as soon as his Head turned towards the Ultimate Gambler and his Eyes met hers, his Smile just... broke. Now, an Expression of Sadness presented itself, one that the female Teen has never seen before much to her surprise. His Mouth in the usual Shape of a three hung low and she could swear that she was seeing Tears stinging in the Corners of his Eyes. Celestia didn't want to admit it, but even she felt a Pang of Sympathy in her Heart upon catching that Sight.

"I-it's just... I'm not... What if I don't live up to my Title as an Ultimate anymore?", an audible Hic left his Throat for a Moment before he continued further, "M-my Artworks... Do they even carry the same Worth as my previous ones or have they fallen below Quality?"

Hifumi averted Celestia's Gaze, instead staring down onto the Floor which was littered with empty Bags of Chips and Ramen Noodles Cups. Nonetheless, the latter still intently listened.

"What if People don't find my Creations inspirational? Have they been hating it all along? What if... What if I suddenly don't know what to create anymore and run out of Motivation completely forever? Wouldn't that mean the End of my Career?... What if... ᴵ ʷᵃˢⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵒʳᵗʰʸ ᵃˡˡ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᶜᵃʳʳʸ ᵃⁿʸ ᵂᵒʳᵗʰ ᵃˢ ᵃ ᴴᵘᵐᵃⁿ ᴮᵉᶦⁿᵍˀ…", towards the end, Hifumi's Voice went quiet after revealing the Thought Spiral clawing inside his Head for quite a while now.

The Ultimate Gambler... was speechless and caught off-guard, to say the least. Out of all People, she expected the Teen Boy the least to carry such deep Worries within him considering his boastful and confident Nature. As Silence took over the Room, Tears threatened to spill from Hifumi's Eyes. Seeing that, she decided to do something she thought she would never do in her Life for once - actually console Hifumi.

"Hifumi.", Celestia cautiously took one of his Hands into her own, "Why do you doubt your own Title as an Ultimate in such manner?"

The Ultimate Fanfic Creator stared at her with Bewilderment as he was not used to receiving Compassion from her.

"If you were chosen as an Ultimate, then there was definitely no mistake in that. You should carry your Title with Pride instead of questioning it. Even if you tend to often create... rather questionable Stuff, there is no denying your Level in Skill... and Talent..."

Slowly, the Ultimate Gambler stopped in her Words as a Tear was rolling down Hifumi's Cheek.

"Ah! Sorry! Sorry!", he hastily wiped it away with his Sleeve, "I-it's just-... I didn't know I really needed to hear that... Thank you, Ms. Ludenberg."

Indeed, the Teen Boy appeared to be in higher Spirits compared to before, however there was still a Hint of Doubt audible in his Voice. Celestia was not really satisfied with that Result yet. Suddenly, an Idea sprung into her Head as she recalled one Word the Ultimate Fanfic Creator just uttered mere Minutes ago.

"You mentioned that you lost your Motivation-", she put on a sweet Smile on her Face which hid her mischievous Intention, "- so how about I help you by tickling your Fancy, hmm?"

"W-what do you mea-eEK!", before Hifumi could finish his Sentence, however, a ticklish Jolt ran through his Body as a Hand grabbed his Side and squeezed it.

"M-Ms. Ludenbeheherg, whahat are youhu-"

Black Nails dug into his Pudge, a sudden Snort emitting from him while his left Hand flailed lightly around, though it made sure to avoid accidentally hitting the Ultimate Gambler.

"Are you deaf? I said that I am helping you, so you are better grateful for me providing such a gracious Offer."

In a way, Celestia determined that this was a suitable Punishment for the Ultimate Fanfic Writer for his great Offence of repeatedly disrupting her during her precious reading Time. Even so, the Queen of Liars had to admit that messing with him in such a way was quite a lot of Fun, though she would vehemently deny that very Fact if asked, of course.

"Ohoffeher? I-ahah-Ihi wahasn't infohormed about ahany Offehe-HEHEHAHA, NOT THEHERE! NAHAHAT THEREHEHE!!"

Hifumi's Laughter pretty much jumped up three Octaves higher as Celestia's Fingers swiftly spidered along from his Side towards his chubby Belly, Nails scritching away at an especially sensitive Spot through his white Shirt there. His left Hand slammed across his Mouth out of Reflex, Warmth radiating from his Cheeks while a pastel pink Hue gradually spread across them.

"Ah ah ah~. If you want that Passion of yours to return to you, then you are not allowed to muffle your Laughter. You need to let it all out~."

Removing her Fingers for a Moment, Celestia guided Hifumi's Arm away from his flustered Face only to promptly poke and prod around his Stomach once more, resulting in him letting out a girly Screech followed by tons of high-pitched cackling.

"T-thaHAHat's naHAHAahat fahaHAHAIhihIHIhir!! I caHAHAhan feheheel m-my MaHAHANAha depleheHEHEhetiHIHIhing!!"

"Not everything can be fair. Such is Life as it tends to play cruel Jokes on us."

The Ultimate Fanfic Creator just about felt his Soul leaving his Body when Fingernails traced various Shapes into his Belly and he erupted into loud guffawing, even letting out a few funny Snorts here and there.

"LUHUHUDENBEHERG!! I-AHAHAHA- IHIT TICKLEHEHES TOHOHOHOO MUHUHUCH!!! EHEHEHAHAHAHA!!!", at this point, it would be no Surprise if the People from the Dorm Rooms next Door heard Hifumi's hysterical Laughter bouncing off of the Walls, that's how noisy it was.

Smiling sickly sweet as ever, a Feeling of evil Playfulness materialized within Celestia, choosing to tease Hifumi further so that his pastel-pink Cheeks would change into a bright red Colour.

"I sincerely hope that this tickles, else the entire Point in this would have been severely missed. Or did you genuinely expect to receive a Massage from a Noblewoman like me, hmm~?"

"PLEHEHEAHAHASEHEHEHE, BWAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Meanwhile, it was finally then that Celestia took Note of something: She was still weakly holding onto Hifumi's right Hand. This entire Time, he had not yanked it away from her, probably too busy with laughing and squirming his Torso around to fend off the devilish Nails tickling him. Come to think of it, he sounded like he was slowly running out of Breath, too. Well, he did kindly say please, now didn't he? Rewarding him with a small Break is the least the Ultimate Gambler could do for him. She removed her Nails from Hifumi's Stomach, allowing him to take in large Gulps of Air for a few Seconds. Then, Curiosity struck her and she placed her Nails onto his right open Palm, lightly scritching away at the Skin there in a circular Motion. Honestly, Celestia would have expected anything. Loud Pig-like Snorts. High-pitched girly Squeals. Nerdy and goofy chortling. Anything that basically screamed "Hifumi Yamada" or "The Alpha and the Omega" as he likes to proudly call himself. In her entire Existence, the very last Thing the Queen of Liars would have ever expected coming from him was the most innocent, most precious, most carefree and most lighthearted giggling she has ever had the Pleasure of listening to in her whole Life.

And yet that is what her Ears were hearing at this very Moment.

"Ms. Ludenbeheheherg, I-Ihi wahahasn't reheheahahady yehehet!", Hifumi squeezed his Eyes shut while his Face scrunched up into a bashful Expression. Because of that, he couldn't see Celestia staring at him with wide Eyes.

"M-Ms. Ludehehenbeheherg?" When he didn't receive an Answer from her like usually, he cracked one Eyelid open to look at her. Quickly, Celestia shook her Head to regain her Composure.

"The Turmoils of Life can take us such by Surprise, yes?"

She softly let her Fingers dance across his open Palm thus eliciting even more wholesome giggling from him.

"I suppohohosehehehe! Ahahahahaha!"

Unlike before, Hifumi was not flailing around anymore, instead sitting still on the Bed with his free left Hand placed on his Lap.

"May Ihi ihihinquihire for hohohow lohohong you ahare gohohoihing to-ahahaha-to keep tihihicklihihing mehe fohor?"

"Until that burning Motivation of yours returns to its rightful Place, that being your Mind. Has it done so yet?"

"I-I thihihink so, yeheahaha."

"You think?"

Celestia took the Opportunity of Hifumi's Uncertainty in order to increase the Pace of her Fingers spidering across his Palm.

"W-wahahaihihit! I'm certahahain! Ihihi am cehehertain nohohow!"

"There we go."

Truthfully, she was a bit disappointed that she had to stop tickling him, but her Objective in the first Place was to cheer the other Ultimate up, not outright kill him with Laughter. Thus, she finally let go of his Wrist, the latter rubbing the ghostly Tickles away with his Thumb as he regained his Breath in the meantime, his Chest rising and sinking with each Intake of Air.

"Yes... yeees! I think I can finally see it! The Glimmer of Passion is once more being ignited within me! I am blessed by the Kiss of the Muse!", Hifumi's Mouth quirked up in the three-Shape that everyone was so accustomed to, Glee radiating from him, "The Gods are passing down such marvelous Concepts into my Head! The Colours! So bright and emotional! I must capture it on my Canvas this instant!"

Hifumi excitedly jumped up from the Bed, though not before turning back towards Celestia. "Ms. Ludenberg, I must thank you for helping me out of this Predicament, even with such an, err-... unconventional Method. I do hope you understand that I must return to my artistic World this once!"

"I won't hold you up any longer. After all, I have my own important Matters to attend to.", Celestia referred to her Fantasy Novel which she picked back up.

Nodding, the Ultimate Fanfic Creator hurried back to his PC and immediately began sketching away on his Graphics Tablet, the Passion indeed having returned to him by the Sounds of it.

Before Celestia settled back into reading, she flashed one last Glance towards her Friend, a small genuine Smile hidden behind the Book.

[hime-bee]

AJIESDYFYJU BEE, ULPIPI WITH A DADDY KINK HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD, YOU CANT ENCOURAGE MY HORNI ASS (╥﹏╥) istg once ur comms are open and ulpipi hits global im gonna commission you for him he's so sdjcbsjcb,,

to the unsuspecting eye, you and ulpianus are simply assistant and field commander. just the doctor and one of their many eccentric assistants. ulpianus’ no-nonsense attitude makes for a rather amusing sight when you do tease him at work, though it’s pretty tame with everyone else around since you don’t want them catching on. the most they’d suspect is that you like messing with him because it’s your own strange way of enjoying and keeping yourself occupied while trying not to lose your mind from work. just simply brushing it off as “oh it’s just the doctor being the doctor, that’s nothing new.”

but behind closed doors? it’s a completely different story. no one would suspect that you’d be getting fucked against the wall, much less calling ulpianus ‘daddy’ as you moan like a bitch in heat. you had no idea he’d like it this much, you’d just said it off the top of your head to see if you could get any sort of reaction out of him. he’s got way too much patience to deal with your antics, always keeping that same stoic attitude and harsh look even when you’d be pressed right up against him. so when he started pushing you to the nearest wall, red eyes giving that familiar unfocused glare, that’s when you know you’ve got him.

it had all happened so quick. you'd made short work of your clothes, not caring if anyone were to walk in and see you like this. with your drooling pussy exposed as ulpianus’ hands came to grope your ass with honed expertise (hehe, he’d gotten less awkward about liking your body so much, it’s really cute~). he didn’t let you touch him; all he did was ask, with a husky voice, if you enjoyed acting like a whiny brat this much, as he lifted you up with no effort. next thing you know, after giving him a rather cheeky response, is your legs being thrown over his shoulders and ulpianus mercilessly pummeling you against the wall. there was nothing for you to hold onto, nothing to ground you, so all you could do was take everything ulpianus gave while you were reduced to a fucked-out mess who could only moan 'daddy' and his name as he bred you like a whore.

but of course, even when he tried to gingerly set you down after a couple of rounds, you’d barely managed to whine out for him to keep going, that you didn't want him to stop and to just take this to your room for convenience. even despite your brain being fuzzy from the previous rounds, that’s quickly forgotten as you clamber onto him and whine for more, uncaring for the soreness you'd be feeling the next day. you must’ve forgotten why he’d fucked you in the first place because you’re taunting him again, albeit rather groggily, asking "hehe, is your old age catchin' up to you daddy?~" it's certainly the last cohesive sentence that's coming out of your mouth before he's hoisting you over his shoulder and carrying you off to your room.

after that, you call him daddy at every chance you get, acting like a cheeky brat as you coyly tease and taunt him when no one is looking. saying things like “c’mon daddy, don’t you wanna fuck me again?~” and “daddy, wanna have your babies, hurry up and breed me~” with a mischievous little grin. and you know he’s only really holding back because you’re on the clock, but once everyone has left and gone off to their dorms, it’s fair game. after all, you’re the one who started this, weren’t you? so it’s only fair that you take responsibility for riling him up like this~ lmao totally not ulpipi being in denial for actually wanting to breed you and now getting off to being called daddy

Lati. Lati, my darling. I just wanna say, every time I go to my inbox, I reread this. I just... 😩💦💦 I can't do it, I CAN'T- ULPIANUS, THE MAN YOU ARE UGHHHH. I HAVE TO KEEP ENCOURAGING YOU FR, WE GOTTA FEED EACH OTHER AND OUR DELUSIONS 😍💞 Once my little vacation is over, I'll reopen my comms 👀

My daddy kink is getting out of control. I'm barking, howling, yowling and crawling up the walls. AND THE TEASING?? BRATTY DOCTOR IS SUCH A TREAT FR. I love being put in my place, even better when it's by a man like Ulpipi 😳💞💞💗💞 Bro has a daddy kink and a breeding kink according to us. Very canon, I do not take criticism-

[dotster001]

hellooo!! congrats on 1k! your writing is absolutely amazing and you definitely deserve the followers <3

for the event:

1. i took silver's hand first, cause i rlly liked maleficent and silver is pretty, and he seemed nice. (and i was right. silver my wonderful boy)

i don't clearly remember why i switched, i'm pretty sure it was just because i wanted to read all of the character's home screen lines so,,.

2. afterwards, i hopped from character to character, kalim, jamil, whoever's lines i wanted to read, and now lilia is the one who's on there most of the time. but i want a little romance story and i am not romantically attracted to lilia!

the only other characters that i switch to are the tweels, it's up to you which one to write, just pick the one you think will make the story more interesting! (or both?)

3. jade and floyd are one of, if not the, most interesting twst characters. i just love their personalities and how they interact with their surroundings, their designs are amazing, they actually remind me of myself sometimes, and i also just really love eels, and marine biology in general. i just wanna crack their skulls open and poke around their brains!

4. silver and i would get along magnificently, romantically or platonically. but there's just something about him that's so !!!! i don't think i couldn't fall in love

5. me! i'm very reserved, preferring to listen and observe rather than talk or do. and though i try to seem confident and eloquent, i'm a bit awkward with social interactions. despite this, people seem to relax in my presence.

strangers and acquaintances describe me as put-together, intelligent, and friendly, but quiet and reserved. once you get to know me, i'm a very confident, honest, and bold person. i love joking around and bantering. my friends describe me as funny and eccentric, but mature and reliable. i'm honest with people i'm close with, often to a fault, and i may be too harsh with my jokes. i'm always putting others first, but i know how and when to stand my ground. i have trouble showing emotion through my voice or body, but if you look closely, you can read my facial expressions.

my main hobby is visual arts, but i also enjoy singing, playing different instruments, writing (songs, poetry, fics,) and taekwondo. i don't do them very often, but i like physical activities like running, hiking, and anything swimming! my interests are marine biology, chinese myths and history, and anime and manga.

6. i'd love to be in a harem with both my og and new character. i'd like my story to be angsty to fluffy fluff. i struggle with cptsd (from childhood abuse) and depression, so you could use that for angst if you'd like, but i totally understand if you don't. whether i go poly or the ending is left open, i don't mind!

sorry for being so long winded! i like to be specific ^^' anyways, congrats again, and have a lovely day <3

(lmao you said pick a twin? I said both is good 😂 I hope you enjoy this, I tried to give you some angst without being triggering so I hope this works for you boo. Also, this came out super long, my bad.)

A Tale Where Silver gets Some Sense knocked into him by the Boy of his Dream's Boyfriends

The twins were dating you. You'd told Silver before that they were fine if you dated him too. The twins understood…and they would one hundred percent be willing to share you if it meant they got to experiment with get to know Silver. 

But Silver knew that the boy from another world was destined to leave. He'd heard his father talk about the people who'd come and gone in his life and had watched his face show his true age in those moments. It would be easier to let you go if he stayed away. 

And he was doing a good job staying away. Watching from afar as the twins dragged you from place to place, as you smiled and laughed with them, watching them cling to you like ivy to a wall. 

Sometimes you'd see him watching from across the hall and would wave at him with a light hearted smile. He'd wave back, his cheeks getting pink at being caught staring. 

He was doing well staying away until today. He'd slowly noticed chronic drowsiness getting worse. One minute he was walking down the hallway, the next he was awake with your arms around his middle as you tried to drag him out of the walkway, and the twins fought off someone who he had to assume was upset that he was blocking the hall.

"I'm up, I'm sorry," he muttered, despite feeling himself drift off again.

You looked at him in concern, then said, "Do you think you can walk? You can sleep in Ramshackle for a bit. It'll be quiet since Grim is in class."

He wanted to protest, but the world around him was starting to fade, so he nodded, and allowed you to wrap his arm around your shoulder as you began walking towards your dorm. 

When he woke up again, you were humming while gently running your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp.

He couldn't help but stare up you, allowing himself to give into the moment until you noticed he was up and stiffened. 

"I….sorry I should have asked permission to touch you, but you were having some kind of nightmare and it helped you calm down. I'm sorry."

"No…. it's nice," Silver hummed, before remembering he shouldn't get attached. He sat up and stretched. 

He got off the bed, and gave you a polite bow.

"Thank you for taking care of me. I'll be on my way."

"Oh, okay," you seemed sad, but he knew this was for the best.  So he left the dorm before the sadness could catch up to him.

                                   ….

"Hey Jellyfish, you're supposed to be a knight, right?"

It was three days later, and Floyd and Jade had plopped down in the chairs across from him as he was studying in the library. Both of them looked a little angry.

"Yes, why…"

"Our boyfriend did something nice for you, which means you're supposed to pay them back, right? You know, code or something."

"Oh….I"

"What my brother means," Jade cut in, smiling lightly and placing a calming hand on Floyd's shoulder, "is that he's a little put out that you made our 'Shrimpy' sad."

"Look…I…."

"We told you we were okay sharing Shrimpy!" Floyd burst in again. "So why do you keep pushing him away? It makes him sad. Even if you don't love him…"

"Which it's obvious you do…" Jade added pointedly.

"At least go back to being his friend!" Floyd started slumping in his seat. "I'm so annoyed at you that I don't even wanna talk to you anymore."

Jade looked at his brother for a minute before sighing.

"May I ask what the problem is?"

Silver bit his lip, then looked at the two irritated twins. 

"Well…I…"

Jade raised an eyebrow and Floyd humphed but that was the only response he got.

"Aren't you both a little worried about what happens when he goes home?"

The twins shared a look then turned back to Silver.

"Should we be?"

"Well the headmage is…"

"Like crow brain would ever do anything productive."

"And I'm sure they have friends who…"

"We're their friends."

"And their family…."

"Have you ever discussed this with him?" Jade said, covering Floyd's mouth before he could cut in with yet another response.

"I…no…but won't it be harder for all of us when he leaves."

Jade looked at Floyd thoughtfully, before removing his hand from his mouth. Immediately, Floyd burst out,

"Shrimpy's not close to his family! He made his new family here, you silly brainless jellyfish!"

"Deep breaths, Floyd," Jade said, not expecting the outburst to be as loud as it was.

"No! No deep breaths! He should know!" Floyd practically leapt across the desk as he grabbed onto Silver's blazer. Silver had to fight every instinct in his body to draw his blade in defense.

"Shrimpy had a rough childhood. He doesn't super miss his old world, especially since we can give him as much love and affection as he could ever want. Now, go kiss and make up, before I wreck that face that he loves so much!"

Jade did nothing to help Silver extricate himself from his twin's grip. So Silver gave a soft nod, and stood  up slowly.  

"I'll talk to him."

"Good, let's go!" Floyd stood up, and wrapped himself around.

"Wait…"

"Yes, let us proceed. I believe our beloved boyfriend is in his dorm."

"But…" and Silver made the mistake of looking into the twins' eyes and seeing their threatening gazes.

"Okay, let's go," he sighed.

                                  ….

He was a knight. He had trained for worse. He could have a conversation with you about his feelings. Even if the twins were there he could….

As his eyes fell on you writing in a notebook, he felt his resolve fail. The twins must have felt it too, because it suddenly felt like they were pushing him forward. 

When he was five feet away, the twins let go and each placed a kiss on one of your cheeks.

"Hey Shrimpy!"

"-Hello darling."

"Hi boys," you said looking up, when you made eye contact with Silver. "Oh, hi…here have a seat!"

You seemed so excited to see him, it broke his heart a little bit. Maybe he should have just talked to you in the first place.

He sat down next to you and steeled his nerves.

"I like you. A lot. But I'm scared."

"Of the twins? They're okay with it, and they both promised me they wouldn't bite you…"

"Unless you asked!"

You shot a withering glare at Floyd as he giggled.

"No. Not the twins. I've fought off worse and can handle it. I'm scared of when you go home."

"Oh," you stiffened. "I…I don't think you really have  to worry about that…."

"We tried to tell you jellyfish, now stop making shrimpy upset!"

"No, it's a valid discussion Floyd. His feelings are valid," your eyes found their way back to Silver's and you gently took his hand in yours.

"Silver, I don't really plan on going anywhere. Yes, not everything was a problem back "home" but I've made a life here. I have my friends. I have Floyd and Jade. And…well I have you. You guys are everything to me. I never have to worry about anything with you three."

Silver sat in silence for a moment, searching your face for any dishonesty or doubt. But you looked certain. He had to wonder what things were like in the other world. But he could dig into that later. For now, he had to atone for his sins. 

He knelt before you, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand. 

"I have hurt you, and would like another chance to make it right, and prove my merit as a potential lover."

"Silver-"

"No I wanna see him beg," Floyd cut you off, giggling happily.

"No he doesn't have to…"

"I've hurt you."

"Silver! Don't-"

"He should beg. Floyd's right."

"Jade!"

"Please, allow me to…"

"Enough!" You shouted. All three boys went silent. You helped Silver to his feet, and kissed the tip of his nose.

"Silver, I've told you many times you are always welcome to join us. There's no need to beg.  You're fervor is admirable, though, so any pain you have caused me is behind us."

Then you glared at the twins.

"And you two are in timeout."

"WHAT? WE'RE THE ONES WHO MADE HIM COME HERE!"

"No, Floyd, it's alright. We can make up for lost time later."

They each pressed another kiss to your cheeks, one eel more grumbly than the other, and left you alone with Silver, who was starting to realize how tired he was.

"Silver," you smiled fondly and patted your lap. "We're together now, you can rest on my lap if you want, I don't mind."

Silver laid down, stiff at first, but then your scent started to comfort him.

"I have to apologize to myself as well, I've missed being around you," he whispered, before speaking up again, "Can you hum that song and massage my head for me? I…"

He blushed and you laughed.

"Of course."

You started humming and running your fingers through his hair. It was the first nap of many where Silver would actually feel safe and well rested.

[bubblefina]

No Puppet Strings Attached 1

Summary: When Katsuragi brings a puppet back to Tatarasuna, saying that he found him wandering the shores, the village and blade smiths took him in as their own. Something about the puppet struck a young girl's heart. Despite him not having a heart of his own, the puppet felt something that would seem to be impossible for someone like him to feel. 

Pairings: Scaramouche x f!reader

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Rain on Tatarasuna was a normal thing. The blade smiths would still go to work on their weapons, even if the harsh winds blew directly in their face. They simply put up different clothes to block out the rain, so it wouldn’t ruin the delicate smelting process of the weapons. 

One of these blade smiths was Niwa Hisahide. He was a practitioner of the Isshin arts. He was so good that his skills led him to become an armory officer, but he still joined the other blade smiths to keep creating unique and well-made weapons.

Niwa had a younger sister, y/n. She was a bit eccentric in a way. Always full of energy, simply could not stay still in one place for too long. If she were picking flowers with the other girls in a field, and saw someone start walking towards the smithy, she would simply grab whatever flowers she had in her hand and make a run towards them.

Everyone had known her, because she knew everyone. No one was safe from at least one conversation with her. Even the old, sour residents of the village couldn’t hide in their huts for long. She just wanted to know anyone and everyone.

So when Katsuragi ran into the smithy with a boy in his arms, she immediately took notice. Sitting on a pile of smooth stones, she hopped off and immediately ran towards Katsuragi.

“Who’s this?” she asks.

Everyone now had their eyes on Katsuragi and the boy. 

“I found him wandering the shores, he didn’t look all that well. I brought him here to keep an eye on him.”

There was a twitch in his eye, a twitch in his eye means that he’s lying. Y/n knew this, of course. 

She raised her brow, to which Katsuragi ignored and walked towards the other blade smiths. They laid out a blanket and placed the boy on top, drying him from the rain.

“Do you know his name?” One of the smiths asks.

Katsuragi shakes his head, “He passed out when I approached him.”

As they continued to talk, y/n began to become more suspicious. She grabbed the sleeve of Katsuragi and dragged him away from the group of smiths.

“You’re lying,” She says, hands on her hips.

“I am not.” He replies.

“Where did you actually find him, it wasn’t on the shore.”

Katsuragi scoffs, “Why would I lie about where I found him?”

“Maybe because you found him somewhere that you weren’t supposed to be?” a small smirk appeared across her lips.

Katsuragi sighed, “it’s nothing like that,” y/n continued to raise her brow, “I found him at the Shakkei Pavilion”

Y/n gasps, to which Katsuragi puts a finger to his lips.

“You can’t tell anyone. I have a feeling that he’s not just some lost person that was abandoned there. There’s something different about him.”

She nodded, walking back to the group to join in as they continued to observe the indigo haired boy that laid on the cloth.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

It was dawn the next day when the boy woke up. His eyes scanned the area, this scenery wasn’t familiar to him. He climbed to his feet and exited the smithy area, face to face with the subtle sunrise across the hills. 

As he observed his surroundings, a person took notice of him.

“Hey! He’s awake!” 

A bit taken aback, the boy moved backwards as the person approached him. He had a basket full of vegetables in his hands, which he set down.

“It’s okay, I won’t hurt you.”

The boy stopped in his tracks and continued to stare at the man. A few other people now stood beside him.

“Katsuragi found you wandering the shore yesterday and brought you here. Do you remember him?”

“Katsuragi…” the boy spoke, his voice was so soft, as if he had never spoken before this moment, like this was his first time using his voice.

“He’s a bit burly, dark hair pulled back in a bun-”

The man was cut off when Katsuragi himself showed up behind the small crowd.

“Hey little man, you woke up.”

Katsuragi gave a smile, to which the boy immediately recognized. It was the same smile he had seen before he passed out. This must be the man who brought him here. 

“Do you have a name by any chance? Didn’t get a chance to ask you before you…you know.” Katsuragi asks.

The boy shakes his head, which makes the other villagers feel pity.

“Well, do you have a home? Anyone that you may think could help you?” Another villager asks.

The boy shakes his head once more.

“Well we have no choice then,” Katsuragi says, “You’re welcome to stay with us then, but we’re going to need a name to call you.”

The crowd all thought together, muttering names to each other. Shaking their heads at each other's suggestions. They all turned to Katsuragi.

“Well, since you’re the one who found them, it’s only fitting that you’re the one who gets to name him.”

“Hey, why’s all the pressure going onto me?” Katsuragi's brows furrow. He looks at the boy and sighs.

“Kabukimono, that’s what we’ll call him. For now at least.”

The villagers were a bit reluctant at first, since the name means ‘strange thing’. However, when they looked upon the boy's face, who had a small smile, they agreed.

The story of how he got his name, and how he became accepted into the village as one of their own.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

The sun had reached its peak when y/n had gotten news of the boy awakening. She had learned that he didn’t have a name, but Katsuragi named him “kabukimono”. Curses for Niwa for not making her wake up earlier. 

She quickly cleaned herself and ran towards the smithy where the boy was. Bare feet upon the harsh grass, she gave a war cry as she ran into the smithy. The other blade smiths had gotten used to her antics, but Kabukimono hadn’t.

This was new to him, he may have not encountered many people before, but the few he had a chance to meet did not act like this. She locked eyes with him, a hazed smile appearing upon her lips.

“Oh my…” she scutters up to him, “you’re so pretty.”

Kabukimono was taken aback, she was so close to him. Their noses are almost touching. 

“Hello” the boy says, his voice a whisper.

“I- hey. Y/n!” one of the blade smiths grabbed the back of her kimono to pull her back from the now startled boy.

“Didn’t Niwa teach you any manners?”

“I wouldn’t know, he’s never around to teach me anything.” she pouts, her attention now turning back to Kabukimono.

“I heard that they named you Kabukimono, or rather Katsuragi did. He’s awful with names you know, would have been better off if I had named you.” she gleams, to which the other blade smiths laughed.

“Sure. Everyone knows how wonderful you were when you tried to name Kaede’s son.”

Y/n’s eyes widen slightly, she clears her throat and mutters something about not talking about that.

“Since I am a good person, I’ll respect Katsuragi’s decision for naming you, but I’ll make up a nickname for you, just for me.”

She puts her finger to her chin, staring deeply into the boy's eyes. No one knows how she’s able to keep eye contact with people for so long, most people would get flustered and look away, or just get bored. She however breaks the human limit of eye contact in inhumane ways.

“I’ll just call you Kabuki, it’s hard to create a nickname with what Katsuragi picked out. If only I had gotten to you first.” she pouts.

One of the older women called for her not too long, so she bid the boy and others goodbye. Following the elder woman towards the ocean, there were other women picking out seagrass for tonight's dinner. The menu consisted of chazuke and pickled vegetables. 

In the midst of picking out the seagrass, y/n indulged in a conversation the other girls were having about kabukimono.

“He doesn’t look like the other boys or men on Tatarasuna does he?” one of the girls says.

“No, he’s completely different. Take Hachi for example, he’s so tall and strong, almost looks scary at times with that scowl on his face.”

“Right, but he’s slender, his face looks so soft. He looks as if he was carved by the archons themselves. He’s like royalty.”

The girls giggled.

“His voice is soft too” y/n adds.

“You heard him talk?” one of the girls asks.

“Yeah, I was at the smithy earlier. Wanted to check him out once he woke up, he said hello.”

One of the girls squeals, “Maybe he is royalty. A lost prince from another island, perhaps?” 

The girls began to gossip, but their rant ended soon when one of the older women snapped at them to get back to work. 

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Later that night, the village gathered for a group dinner to welcome Kabukimono. Everyone laughed, drank, ate, the air felt warm with love. The boy was taken aside by the other men, toasting to a lasting friendship.

He had gotten slightly acquainted with a few, but only Katsuragi and Niwa took the time to go out of their way to talk to him. 

“Anyone catch your eye, you seem to be in a daze there.” Katsuragi takes a swing of the sake in his cup.

“That girl from earlier…” the boy trails off

“Oh, you’re talking about y/n? She’s Niwa’s younger sister.” Katsuragi elbows Niwa, some of his drink spilling onto his thighs.

“Careful,” Niwa gives him a straight lipped look, “I’m sorry if my sister made you feel weird. She unfortunately makes it her mission to know every person within a mile of the village.”

“There was this one time when a kairagi was roaming near the beach area. She was there doing who knows what, called out to him. If we hadn’t gotten there in time, she may have been his dinner.” Katsuragi stops to pour himself another cup full of sake, offering some to the boy, but he refuses.

“What’s kairagi?” he asks.

“They’re a group of samurai that deserted from the shogun's military. Now they’re just thieves who take from the innocent, show no mercy to anyone.” Niwa watches his sister dance with some girls, wondering if her vibrant nature would get her into trouble one day.

“Shogun…” the boy whispers. He isn’t heard by anyone, but he thinks that's a good thing. Perhaps he shouldn’t tell people that he’s a creation of the raiden shogun, but was discarded because he was too weak to carry out his original task.

It wouldn’t be worth it to tell them. They couldn’t gain anything out of it, what could a discarded puppet even be worth.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Over the next few months, the boy had gotten accustomed to life in the village. Many of the village residents had grown fond of the boy, treating him as if he were their very own. He was becoming popular amongst the women as well. Unlike the normal male residents, he looked more delicate, acted very mellow. It was refreshing for them.

Both Niwa and Katsuragi grew close with him, which prompted y/n to do the same. As Niwa once said, any friend of his is a friend of his sisters.

She’d sometimes pack lunch for both Niwa and the boy. Her cooking skills weren’t on par with the other women, but she’d still try to make a small lunch for whenever her brother and the boy would go to the smithy.

Kabukimono had taken interest in the art of forging weapons, which led him to join the others in creating different swords and claymores. He never seemed the type to use those kinds of weapons.

He didn’t seem to talk much outside his small circle, but he did sometimes help the elder folk with carrying things that were just too heavy. They’d call him an angel for offering his help, to which he just smiled and said it was the right thing to do.

It didn’t help that his white attire made him look as if he was sent from the heavens. 

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

The months had turned cold. Many of the crops that were once flourishing had frost covering them. Harvests consisted of many root vegetables that were good for growing in the winter. The villagers had to be careful when going out to harvest their food. During times like these, when the air grew cold to a crisp, many thieves would take their chances stealing food right from others’ palms.

The Nobushi grew in numbers during the winter, decreasing the distance between themselves and the village. They may have been criminals, but they were still humans that craved warmth and food, even if their ways of getting it weren’t the best.

During a late night when it had been the coldest it's been that month, y/n tasked herself to gather some firewood to take back to the hut. Much to Niwa’s resistance, she urged that she would be fine. There was a stockpile of cut up logs in a shed not too far away from where their home was.

Putting on a thicker robe, she rushed outdoors towards the shed, hoping to get the logs and be back as quickly as possible. The door was left unlocked so that anyone was able to access fresh wood whenever it's needed. 

Grabbing a few logs, she held them tightly in her arms before making it back to the hut. While walking back, she heard some rustling of leaves behind her. She stopped in her tracks, a big mistake.

It was the dead of night, not to mention the snow that was falling, which would make anyone want to stay indoors. Who could possibly be up this late? She had to go out because there wasn’t enough firewood, everyone else would have already stocked up.

“Is someone there?” she asks, but it sounds like it's a whisper. She couldn’t allow too much of the cold air to get into her mouth.

Tightening her grip on the logs, she continues to walk until she once again hears steps behind her. She freezes, this time not looking behind her. She grips onto one of the logs, hearing the footsteps press into the snow grow louder as whoever was nearby walked closer. When she felt as if she could feel their presence right behind her, she turned around in a swift movement, holding a log in her hand ready to strike whoever it was behind her.

The hand holding the log she meant to use as her weapon was stopped in midair. With such a grip around her wrist, she was surprised and let go of all the other wooden stumps she was holding.

“Oh…” her mouth slightly ajar, her hand letting go of the last piece of wood, “It’s you.”

As if he camouflaged into the snow. Both his white attire and pale skin, small snowflakes hung off of his indigo hair, there wasn’t any sign of him being cold.

“I’m sorry if I startled you” he lets go of her wrist

“It’s alright, what are you doing out here? It’s freezing.” while saying that a chill went up her spine, perhaps she should have brought an extra layer.

“I’m on patrol to make sure the nobushi don’t get too close. They’ve been closing in on the village lately.”

“Did someone assign you to be on patrol?”

He shook his head, “Katsuragi told me that I didn’t have to, but I insisted. I don’t feel the cold as harshly as the others. It’s perfectly fine.”

A frown appears on y/n’s face, he was doing this just to do it.

“That’s not right,” she bends down to pick up the logs that were on the ground, “you need to get home and by the fire.”

He also bends down to help her pick up the logs.

“Please, it really is okay. Nothing I can’t handle.”

While he reaches for the last log, she puts her hand over his. As if to check if he was actually telling the truth, his fingers were frozen cold.

“You’re so cold,” she grabs the last log, “Please at least come to my home tonight. Niwa is waiting for the fire logs, I don’t want you out here alone.”

The boy was about to reject her offer, but her eyes pleaded with him more than any words could. He sighed, agreeing to her offer. In the end, he asked if he could hold onto the logs while they walked back, it was the least he could do for being invited into her home at such short notice.

When they arrived back at the hut, Niwa was already fast asleep. The fire that was on had been dying out due to lack of healthy wood to keep it going. Y/n takes out some ashes and puts in the new logs, igniting another fire.

Kabukimono sits nearby, unsure of how he should go about making himself feel welcome as a stranger in someone else's home. Y/n offers him a knitted quilt that draped over his shoulders. He gives a thank you before she walks to brew a cup of tea for the both of them.

She brings over two cups and joins him where he’s sitting.

“It might be a little bitter, sorry. Sugar is scarce right now, but I’m sure it’s enough to warm both of us up.”

“It’s fine, thank you.” he blows the steam brewing from the tea and takes a small sip. Y/n looks to see if he has a reaction, more or so one of disgust. That’s mainly the face Niwa makes when she makes tea for him.

His expression doesn’t change, he just goes in for another sip. She takes one herself and continues to watch him as he ever so delicately drinks the tea down to the small leaves at the bottom of the cup.

“Did you like it?” she asks.

“You’re right, it was bitter,” he turns to her and smiles, “but I enjoyed it more than I thought I would.”

She gives a smile back, she can’t tell if the heat rushing to her face is because of the fire, or the fact that he complimented her brewing skills. He is after all the first to do so.

She takes the cup from him, momentarily brushing her fingers with his. 

“Hey, you’re much warmer now. See, it’s no fun being out in the cold.”

“If you offer me this tea often, maybe I won't have a reason to stay out in the cold.”

Both stare at each other for a split second, before quickly looking away. The boy coughed and hid his face while y/n put the dirty cups in a bowl to clean the next morning. 

“I’ll bring you a spare futon, so you won’t have to sleep on the hard floor.” 

After she gives him the futon, she binds him goodnight and he does the same. Both of them head to sleep, the last interaction still on their mind.

[ecargmura]

Frieren: Beyond Journey's End Episode 11 Review - Another Elf

This episode shows the conclusion of the fight with Aura. It’s overall a happy ending as all the possessed suit of armors finally rest in peace and then Frieren and her party get to stay at the city for a while until they leave, but they did it peacefully. It’s a chill episode overall.

It’s nice to have confirmation that the suit of armor that had the same pendant as Granat’s was his son. It’s nice that the city is at peace and that Frieren, Fern and Stark are able to move around at peace. There were cute and funny moments, especially the part where Stark becomes afraid of the man with the axe to the point that he passed out and Fern had to lift him via floatation magic. Also, I do like that Fern and Stark get new clothes; come to think of it, Frieren hasn’t changed her clothes in eighty years. Does she use magic to preserve the quality of her default outfit? Also, where does she store all those grimoires she gets? That briefcase looks too small to be holding fifty or more books. Most of all, I really liked the insert song as the party spend their remaining time in the city from eating nice meals to praying for the departed souls. The song is called Bliss and it’s sung by milet and composed by Evan Call, the main composer for this anime’s soundtrack; her voice is so lovely. The song itself is so peaceful, like it’s an ending for one chapter and the beginning of another.

The second half of the episode is the party leaving the town but then getting halted by a blizzard. Because the northern lands have harsh weather, they take shelter in a cabin that Frieren had prior knowledge of. This is when they meet the monk Kraft, another elf. It’s honestly surprising to see another elf since Frieren has been the only one we’ve seen so far; I’m not too sure how many elves are remaining since demons had killed a lot in the past, especially the ones in Frieren’s village a millennia ago.

Kraft as a character is quite interesting. As an elf, he is a lot different than Frieren in terms of mindset. He is someone who is religious and does things because he wants his life to be worthy when he eventually does pass away. That’s why he believes in the Goddess. Because he believes that a goddess of creation does exist, he believes in her just so he has someone to praise him for his deeds. While Kraft is the equivalent of a Christian or a Catholic, Frieren is the equivalent of an atheist or an agonistic. I believe in God, but I’m not super religious. I know a bunch of atheists too and they have similar mindsets to Frieren in terms of their beliefs. I do like that spending time with Kraft has caused Frieren to be reminded of Heiter. Since she’s mainly thinking about either Flame or Himmel when necessary, it’s nice to see that even Heiter was someone important to her for her to reminisce about. Kraft calls Frieren “young”, not because of her age, but it’s due to her lack of belief in the goddess. I think it’s nice learning about the religious aspects of this story because it makes it feel like a world of its own.

Oh, if you’ve ever watched SK8 The Infinity, Kraft shares his voice actor with Adam, Takehito Koyasu. Stark shares the same voice actor as Langa, Chiaki Kobayashi. That anime had Koyasu’s character be a bit…eccentric towards Kobayashi’s character, so it’s like an SK8 mini reunion between Adam and Langa in a way (It’s also a bit weird in context if you don’t like Adam). I think that Koyasu did a great job with Kraft. He showed off Kraft’s weirdness but also the composed side of him.

It’s interesting to note that Frieren and her party stayed with Kraft for six months. Even if Fern and Stark don’t like it when they stay at one place for too long, there was no other choice as the blizzard was too strong for them to progress. It’s sad that he didn’t join the party, but I do hope that they’ll meet again some day. I think one little detail from the time they spent with Kraft was that all three of them eventually started praying before eating their meals. The sequences has it that Kraft was the only one who prayed, then it was Stark and Fern, and now Frieren. It’s nice seeing them adapt and adjust to their surroundings and not make the other feel left out. Do you think they’ll meet Kraft again on their travels?

[sharkjana]

Hiii! I was wondering if you could do fluff 44 with a naruto character? Like naruto or kiba. Thanks

🌸 "Can you stay? I don't want to be alone..."🌸

A/N: Your wish is my command! This is actually the first time I'm going to write Fluff. I hope you like it! :> Although I'm not that confidant in my Fluff skills...

Warnings: ...maybe angsty at first? This is my first time trying out Fluff, I am so sorry if I didn't do it right. T.T

Worrying your lower lip between your teeth, you tried to will the harsh beating of your heart back into a more regulated pace. Your fingers tightly clenched into trembling fists as you tried to muster up the strength to enter the hospital room in front of you. You gulped.

It wasn't supposed to be this hard to visit one of your teammates after coming home from a mission and yet here you stood, not knowing what to do with yourself as you turned into a nervous, scared puddle.

(You didn't know what to expect. You just heard that his team was back and got immediately rushed to the hospital.)

And now here you were. Not knowing what to do. Should you enter? Should you stay outside? Why were you even nervous in the first place?

(And although your heart knew the reason, you ignored it. It was forbidden to feel certain emotions towards your ANBU captain, after all.)

(Wow. Look at you. 👀)

"Fuck off..." you hissed at yourself, willing your rigid legs to move. For your fingers to clasp around the metal bar and to push the door open. No one would judge you for paying your dear captain a visit, right? It's not like you-

"Huh? (Y/N)-san?"

You froze the moment the soft and meek voice of none other then Hinata Hyuuga reached your ears, immediately, you straightened yourself and bowed. "H- Hyuuga-sama!"

You cursed at the sudden heat that rose up your face.

The Hyuuga eyed you for a moment, cocking her head to the side as her kind, pale eyes ran up and down your form in a contemplative manner. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be on a mission right now? Kiba-kun-"

You blinked up into her awaiting gaze. "Uh, yeah. But-" you cleared your throat and schooled your features into a more natural expression. "I finished up a little early, Hyuuga-sama."

Hinata hummed in response, her lips twitching into a kind and soft smile. "I see, so I guess you're here for...?"

You nodded. "Yes. I heard that Inuzuka-taichou came back and-" you averted your gaze. "I just wanted to see how he's doing."

You didn't see the teasing glint in Hinata's eyes. "Is that so?"

You nodded. "Hai."

"Well then!" Exclaimed the Hyuuga matriarch, far to energetic in your opinion. "Don't let me stop you from checking up on your dear Captain!" She threw you one last, suggestive smirk before moving out of the way and down the white halls of Konoha's hospital.

You waited until her footsteps receded into nothing before taking a deep breath and pushing the door open.

(Finally.)

Only then did you notice the animated voices that greeted you upon entry, and you faltered in your steps as your eyes roamed over the many faces inside the room. You hoped that no one had noticed, but all eyes had turned towards you the moment you swung the door open.

Inwardly, you sighed. A small, selfish part of you hoped to be alone with him.

"A- Ano..." Your hand went up into a wave. " I hope I'm not intruding? I just wanted to see how Taichou's doing..."

Shino, another one of your Captains long-time friends, spoke up after a moment, clearing his throat. "It's fine, (Y/N)-San. You can come in if you want."

You hummed, inclining your head. "Thank you, Aburame-sama."

"What's this? I didn't know you had such devoted students Kiba-kun! May the youth be with you forever, my dear friend!"

You threw him a dry look, which went ignored.

"Wait! You're that girl that Ki-" came the eccentric voice of none other than the Uzumaki himself as he was unceremoniously interrupted by none other than one of his own, old teammates.

"Shut up you idiot! How many times do I need to tell you that this is a hospital! Don't be so loud!" Sakura Haruno turned towards you after a moment, sighing in defeat and throwing you a small, apologetic smile.

"How troublesome..." Muttered another as he let himself lean against the windowsill.

The Uzumaki and the Head-Medic were still bickering around when Lee began to enthusiastically cry about how youthfulness ran through everyone's veins now-a-days. Shino decided to stay silent. Shikamaru rolled his eyes.

But you couldn't care any less about them as your searching orbs roamed through the room until, finally, landing on the one they had wanted to see all day long. And as they did, you couldn't help but frown.

Something was wrong. Something definitely didn't feel right. At first glance, there didn't seem anything wrong with him other then ruffled clothes and some small band-aid's here and there.

(You knew better. There was a reason why you felt the way you did towards him, after all.)

(Although no one seemed to suspect anything at all.)

You ignored the others in an attempt to analyse what seemed to be so wrong and out of place about your beloved Captain.

(He noticed your inquisitive glance immediately, but did nothing to stop it. Although he didn't look like it, he felt like shit.)

It was only after one of your Captain's friends off-handedly mentioned a certain, missing canine and Kiba's slumped shoulders and dejected expression, that you had gotten your anwser.

Akamaru wasn't here.

And if he wasn't, something must have happened. He was the only animal that was allowed inside the hospital wing, after all.

As if reading your thoughts, it was Shikamaru that had decided to tell you what had happened, seeing as this would also be of interest to you and for the rest of your team. "Akamaru got hurt." were his only words, and yet they held so much more meaning...

At least to you.

(And Kiba.)

You moved forwards, hurried and rushed, for a split second forgetting about all the other individuals inside the room, but you caught yourself.

(Sadly, it didn't go unnoticed by one special Nara.)

"Oh..." was your meek reply, unsure of how to continue.

You knew how your Captain must be feeling right now. Akamaru was Kiba's best friend. His life-long companion and his all-or-nothing. You were sure that without Akamaru, there was no Kiba and vice versa.

Not knowing how his other half was doing must be driving him crazy, you thought bitterly. Scared and vulnerable. Was he hurt? Is he going to survive? Is it bad?

The utter helplessness your dear Captain must be feeling right now...

It was visible in the way his broken gaze turned glassy and hazy with stressed and unshed tears. His mind probably wandering back to the moment it had happened. Cursing himself. Blaming himself.

"How about we give the both of them some privacy, hm?" suggested Shikamaru to the others, his knowing eyes jumping between yourself and the Inuzuka heir. "I heard there's this new BBQ place just around the corner..."

He was the first to step towards the door, passing you without any indication of whatsoever, knowing that the others would automatically follow. And they did. Naruto, Lee and Shino were already talking about what that new BBQ place had to offer. Sakura rolled her eyes, bid Kiba a good bye and a, "I'll be back later, okay?", before following short.

And after a moment, it was only you and him. Finally.

"Taichou..." you gulped as you waited another few moments, making sure the air was clear before making your way over towards his side. Kiba on the other hand didn't react to your voice and only stared at the white fabric of his duvet.

"Kiba..." you tried again, this time using his first name out front. "Please, talk to me-"

"It's my fault." His voice was as cold and steely as a newly sharpened Kunai, cutting right through you. "I wasn't looking and before I knew it, they-" he chocked back what would have been a desperate sob. "They had him and-" vigorously shaking his head as if to rid himself of this memory, you watched his fists clenching the white fabric tightly between his fingers. "I couldn't- I couldn't do anything!"

"Oh, Kiba..." you mumbled, ignoring the sudden sting of your eyes as you moved towards him and pulled him into your awaiting arms. As if possessed, his arms wound themselves automatically around you, desperately trying to hold on to something that wasn't the sight of his best friend being impaled by many sharp and lethal weapons.

And as he cried and sobbed and wailed and trembled, you couldn't help but pull him into you further. Your scents moving and mixing with each other. Your heartbeats trying to catch up to each other. Comforting. Giving him a shoulder to cry on. Being there for him.

"It's okay..." you mumbled into his soft locks. "He's home now and he's gonna get better. I promise..." Your hand showing him that he was safe in your arms by stroking through his wild mane.

(Like he always would be. You would make sure of it!)

And although your legs began to ache, your arms began to feel heavy and your back felt uncomfortable in the position you were currently resting in, you couldn't help but to ignore it. Even if it would take you a lifetime to make him feel any better, you would sit right through it.

(For him. Only for him.)

You don't know how many minutes have passed, to you it felt like hours, but soon, his sobbs got softer, his trembling slower and his breathing and heartbeat finally turned intune with your own.

The both of you stayed like this. No one dared to say or do anything. And as his sadness and anguish finally turned into nothing more but whispered sniffles, you could finally relax.

As you tried to move, though, the arms that held you, viciously tightened. You frowned. "Kiba?"

"Please..." he nuzzled deeper into the crook of your neck, right where it met your shoulder, inhaling a deep, shaky breath that shook his whole body.

"Can you stay? I don't want to be alone right now."

And you did.

(Like you always would.)

[thewolfisawake]

Of course as an advisor, the fae would be busy. And while they could have decided to come closer to their appointed time, Eriskyne preferred to be early. Less chance of overlap between them and their father, the better. Of course that left the older scribe but he tended to be overlooked when he wasn't actively attempting grace.

"Young lord, have you considered...marriage?" the man brought up, breaking the quiet of paging through one of the many books present within the library the Ìomharach maintained. They leaned against one of the table-like desks.

"That is a question for Lord Allanach, not myself," Eriskyne said, crossing their arms. The book laid to the side, "and do not call me that, you will confuse any passerby."

"You can be convincing when you want to be," the scribe reasoned, "and besides, you are the one that has to live with the arrangement."

"As we have witnessed with the farce of an engagement, he does not quite care as to the quality of life when it comes to those. Unfortunate for you, he likely will not settle for less than a Moireasdan at this point."

The man sighed, "He and every other gentry but he needs only one to achieve that and unlike Ruaidhri, you have your prospects open."

The mention of the other soured their expression, completely missing what they had over him, "Your aim is lofty but I doubt he would accept a common blood in the house."

"Oh no, I dare not think I could attain anything such as the Allanach family," he gave a wipe of his glasses. And Eriskyne could sense where this was going, "but the Oir--"

BAM!

A book slammed against the ground at the same time as the family name would have slipped out. It and its echo drowned it out. Eriskyne warned, "Refrain from speaking so casually in regards to our friend."

Honestly, they could understand the unease their father felt about the scribe. His ability to traipse unnoticed was impressive, certainly. But it was the keeping of his mouth shut and keeping other mouths from speaking was where problems developed. And they'd be damned it was loose lips that cost them that persona.

"...that is also a matter beyond myself and again to be deferred. But, and I mean this with the utmost care, Scribe Ìomharach, but your daughter is an eccentric even by the standards of the Court. Further accentuated by her usual grace that is found wanting even for a fae. You would have better success with her adopting a new pupil and setting them up for someone in the gentry. But now I must ask, why are you so desperate to have her marry?"

"Your words are harsh...but not untrue," the scribe ceded, "but the answer should be obvious. I want for my family, my position to rise. As anyone else would be looking to do. I dare not ask for the Allanach name for that's far too greedy and far too much at once. It is how one garners a reputation. It is also how one loses their low profile. So one milestone at a time. If I was the one to establish this position, then I have Ceilidh to raise us to nobility. Who knows, maybe with a grandchild or great-grandchild there will be a thought to court the Moireasdan but that will be long after my role."

Even a fool can make a point. Playing a long con, was it? Eriskyne called it such but with the lifespan as long as a fae's, it was possible this was merely the norm. They couldn't imagine such a span. They could however imagine schemes with even their own as a pawn. Thinking aloud, voicing their own curiosity, "Does it make it easier because of her heritage?"

Eriskyne wondered that for as well as themselves. The fact they were here seemed to tell of something with their father. Was it easier to assign them to all this dirty work simply because they were not of the 'correct' blood? Was it easier to the scribe to give away his child regardless of whom that may be because of similar reasons?

"Her heritage has little to do with it. This is a good opportunity for herself too, I just wish she would see it. Ceilidh is an eccentric, it's true but that eccentricity makes her brilliant. Why even the book you were looking at were from the collections she has been restoring for centuries. She has a vision for what it means to be a scribe. Now, I can't imagine the grandiose and strange things she says but I do know it will get nowhere without the push from a commoner to a gentry. If she put aside her foolish pride, maybe that'd come sooner."

The door opened and the scribe separated to see if someone was looking for a book or if it were the last component of this meeting. He gave a last quip, "Do consider the offer though."

Eriskyne watched the man. Though their expression bordering contempt, their thoughts were contemplative. How strange...

[sweetainwen]

Deadly Valentine [KNJ]

Summary: when her friend with benefits never wanted to just be that from the moment he realized his feelings.

Pairings: Yandere!fwb!Namjoon x fem!OC (you can think of her as Y/N)

Disclaimer: this story is fictional, so each character is not as described in it. I do not own BTS or any K-pop group who will appear in this fiction.

Warning: mature content ahead, yandere, cbsession, manipolative namjoon (i’m scared myself), slight smut, fluff, killings, Yoongi’s short appearence 

Word count: 5.2k+

Do not romanticise this.

A/N:

it’s my first time writing on tumblr, english is not my first language so i apologize for any grammatical errors and typos.

Happy Valentine’s day!

ENJOY!

The air was different these days.

Red was the dominant color, a few heart-shaped objects to take up space on the streets, hallways apartments and houses.

The preparations of roses, chocolates, teddy bears and other gifts for the person you loved or were interested in were the thought of many people around the shops.

Valentine's Day was just around the corner.

It was a special day. A day in which you could express more love to your other half or have the guts to speak your feelings to your future one.

It was a more romantic way to confess. It felt almost magic.

And that was what Kim Namjoon was going to do on Valentine's day for the person he craved for. His magnificent, intellectual Valentine: Kang Jiyoung.

With her almond-shaped dark green eyes, the color inherited from her spanish mother, tan skin and hourglass-shaped curvy body, she could attract every person around her. But what enchanted people the most was the way she spoke and acted.

When she liked or disliked something, her straightforwardness would come out, but in kind words and never in a harsh manner. If you needed a hand, she was willing to lend it according to her abilities and limitations.

She was soft-spoken and trustworthy. It was hard to find someone like that, which is why he felt lucky.

 He was now watching her enjoy her coffee during her break from work, seated on a bench of the company's terrace with her back facing him.

They worked in the same company but with different tasks and on different floors.

She was an advertising designer while he managed sales and marketing.

There weren’t many chances to meet each other, however, that fateful day marked the beginning of other coincidental meetings.

“Excuse me?”

Stepping out of the elevator onto his respective work floor, a feminice voice reached his ears and shifted his attention, finding her jogging towards him while holding work papers to her chest.

“Yes? Do you need any help?”

“Have you by any chance seen Mr. Choi? From the advertising section? In his fifties, he always wears a colorful tie and hat. And he never stops laughing.”

Namjoon frowned at her description of the man, finding it a little bit amusing. But it was also the best one to be able to identify him, because everyone knew him for his eccentric self.

If you were a new employee, they would tell you what she said now.

“Oh! I saw him in the entrance lobby.”

Her smile appeared immediately and with a slight movement of her head, she thanked him, who smiled back, before heading for the lift while Namjoon resumed his walk.

At first he hadn't noticed, but then it happened often.

They would catch each other in the corridors, outside the company entrance and even on the stairs. The conversations were pleasant and quiet, it was his heart that had started to get noisy.

“Something happened?” he inquired as he seated next to her, a coffee cup between in fingers, getting a sigh as his first response.

“Fatigue and stress. As usual.” Jiyoung took a sip of her coffee, gaze still fixed on the view in front of her.

“Maybe dinner and a nighttime walk in the park can ease your mind?”

She was now looking at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Again?”

“No. Just food and a walk,” he clarified with a shake of his head and a sweet smile adorning his face, which did not go unnoticed by Jiyoung's keen eyes.

Simple and straightforward. The first time he had gathered up his courage to aske her out on a friendly date, he had used those same words. He'd even been nervous of her rejection, but her knowing smirk had made him realize otherwise.

And they would ended up in bed after going out.

Namjoon watched her hum, eyes up to the sky, as if she was considering the proposal, and he chuckled at her funny face.

“It can be done.”

“You just checked your mental agenda of available days?”

She grinned cheekily, “I had to in order to have free time with you.” His heart rejoiced at those words and she glanced at the time on her wristwatch before looking at him again. “My break is ending soon. See you tonight then.”

And after winking at him, she walked off, leaving him with a lovesick smile on his face and heart impatiently waiting for her.

Her smile... The corners of her oh so beautiful and inviting lips turning up...

Her eyes… those dark green orbs watching every movements with a thoughtful glance, as if they wanted to know you deep inside…

He was going crazy.

Like now as he pounded into her, legs wrapped around his hips, on her own bed. Sweat beads rolling down from their temple, neck, chest. Groans and whimpers along with smacking sound of bodies against each other filled the silent apartment.

Arms around his neck, her hands clutched at his hair, pulling at them, thrusting her hips forward to stimulate their bodies further.

His hands firmly on her hips, rubbing his thumbs over the tender skin before pulling her closer to him, his length hitting the right spot, making their eyes roll back.

She lifted herself and connected their lips in a passionate kiss, tongues interwining with each other in a sensual dance as his weight fell upon her.

His chest met hers and he could feel her erected nipples and goosebumps over her body along her walls tightening aroud his shaft, letting him understand how good she was feeling underneath him.

“Shit! Why are you so good at this?” she breathed out erratically, a whisper sending more jolts of pleasure through his heated body and getting a low, deep, guttural chuckle out of him as he put more power behind his thrusts.

“Then let me hear even more how much I make you feel good.”

His teeth nipped at her lips and traveled down to graze over her exposed neck before slightly biting her sensitive spot, causing her to scratch down his bare back as a shaky moan escaped from her.

They weren't just satiating their sexual desire, no, they were binding two souls together through it.

Encounters of lips, intense looks, genuine smiles, attentive and affectionate hands.

He hadn't planned to end the night that way. He'd only invited her for dinner and spent a few hours together, nevertheless the temptress had been convincing, making him fall at her mercy, again.

And now, as she looked at him with eyes clouded with lust and they reach their climax together, Namjoon could also see love in them, filling his heart with insane delight and a sense of belonging.

Kang Jiyoung was the one. He was sure of it.

“Do you have plans for Valentine's Day?”

He was lying on one side on the bed, his arm over her head on the pillow as he stroked her hair and gazed intently at her side profile, the blankets covering their naked bodies.

It was the next morning. Jiyoung let him sleep in her apartment as usual, she didn’t have a problem with that. They’d wake up, smile, say good morning to each other, dress themselves after a shower and go to work in separate ways.

The last action was her decision. Jinyoung hated rumors.

She didn’t want anybody to think they were together, because they weren’t. Theirs was just sexual attraction.

That was was Jiyoung thought.

She glanced at him, perplexed by his question: - What? You too? –

“Only a few days left. It’s february.”

She gasped, eyes wide open at his response, “Oh, crap, dude! Is it valentine's day already?” She rubbed her face with her hands, inhaling deeply. “Now I undestand why people keep asking me that. I totally forgot about it!”

Namjoon giggled. He had a hunch that she had totally erased it from her memory. He’d notice her having a confused expression at her colleagues inquiring about her plans on that day, but it was normal.

From what he could tell, she wasn't a very romantic person and she didn't even care much about Valentine’s Day. Or she just hadn't found the right one.

He was here now, so she could ease her mind.

He followed her with his eyes as she got out of bed and walked over to the dresser on her left, still naked.

“I presume you’re free then.”

“Well…” she took out a new pair of simple black lingerie and turned around with a hand on her hip. “I don't see why I have to have plans. It’s just a day like any other. You don't have to be romantic just that day, you can be romantic all the time or once in a while. It’s just business, a way to make more money. “ at the end of her explanation, she brought the palm of the hand with those two pieces of underwear between her fingers up. The fingertips of the other grazing lightly against it back and forth to emphasize the last word before opening her closet near the dresser to pick a beige tailleur.  “The more people buy, the more money comes into the cash register. That’s what I think.”

“Indeed. You’re not wrong.”

“It doesn't include me, though. It won’t stop me for having fun,” Jiyoung smirked, but Namjoon frowned at that, confused. “It’s just like any other day, remember? I don't give gifts to those I relieve my stress with”

As she exited the room, Namjoon's face had darkened, his hands balled into fists and his heart in turmoil.

Oh, she didn’t just voiced that out, did she?

It was like a sharp blade piercing his heart.

As the days passed, her words were still lingering in his head and it was worse during work.

He believed it was going well, that she would feel something for him at one point. She trusted him, this was a good start, yet he wasn’t making any other progress.

And as he was waiting for her to have a little chat at the end of the outdoor stairs of the building, he witnessed her laugh heartily at something her co-workers had said through the glass door, walking side by side towards the exit.

He desperately wanted to rip that bastard’s head off.

He gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw, hand clutching the handle of his briefcase while diverting his gaze from them.

“Namjoon! How come you're still here?” her gentle and delicate voice reached his ears, earning his attention. “You will catch a cold!”

His eyes shifted to the man who was walking with his back to them before his brown orbs met green ones again.

“I was waiting for you.”

“Me? Do you want to hang out now?” He nodded and she smiled. “I love crepes. Hope you don't mind eating one.”

He froze, caught by surprise by her different attitude. The edges of her lips were tugged upwards in a soft smile, not a wicked one.

Her tone of voice was understanding, gentle. As if she knew he just wanted her company.

He smiled.

After putting their briefcases in their respective cars, they had gone to get crepes and found themselves walking around aimlessly, talking about progress at work and even making jokes.

Moments like these were what bound people together the most. You could understand at least part of the personality of the person in front of you, make it your own and act accordingly.

An important exchange to help you have that person by your side for a long time. What they liked and didn't like, what they believed in or didn't believe in, their morals.

Every step was essential. And if you wanted to take one towards the beginning of love, you had to be ready.

And he was. He longed for an eternity with her. Too much of a fairy-tale style? It didn’t matter. Dreaming of a happily ever after like in storybooks wasn't a crime.

It just showed that you had a belief in forever. Something that had been lost over time due to the fickleness of people.

But if you knew to play your cards, the game was in your hands.

He looked at her with eyes brimming with adoration as she looked around, a residue of Nutella left on her bottom lip after she finished eating her crepe.

His hand moved instinctively and his thumb ended up on it, wiping it off and then bringing his thumb to his mouth, licking off the remains of that sweet food.

Her astonished gaze was on him after that gesture, stopping both of them in their tracks.

A sly smirk tugged at his lips, orbs wickedly expressing his intentions.

Jiyoung smacked him on his shoulder, both getting the giggles after that.

And when their laughter died down, only the chatter of people was surrounding them whilst staring into each other’s eyes. They were not speaking, as if they were figuring each other out with a single glance.

“You are gorgeous when you laugh. I hope you’ve been told that,” he blurted out with a smile that grew wider.

And Jiyoung’s heart clenched with awareness. She could see it, she was not stupid. The light of hope for something more.

“Yeah. I get that a lot.”

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, eyes darting all over the pubblic place to avoid his, feeling self-conscious.

𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚠...?

Namjoon was a good friend, the perfect friend. He was a open-minded person and for that reason she could talk to him without biases involved. He would give you advice, different points of view on the question spoken…

You would think there were plenty of people like him, but there weren't. He was unique.

That was why she wanted to be friends. Well, leaving aside with beneficts. That was a plus and it just happened. A talk about their interests at his house, a take-away dinner on his coffe table, sitting on his couch. Glances, then a kiss and clothes on the ground.

But now, upon discovering how the situation was taking a turn she had no wish for, perhaps it was best to stop. For both of their sakes.

Maybe it would have been better not to start this.

She inhaled deeply, looking into his tempting, brown orbs again, “Namjoon… uhm… I want to… clarify something. I thought it was an obvious thing, which is why I didn't mention it.”

From her tone of voice and the way she was scratching her neck, he could tell it was a serious talk. And Namjoon also had a guess about what she was going to talk about.

His heart pounded with distress at the different things she could say.

“We are both aware that we are friends with benefits. There is no romantic attachments. But I also know that people's feelings can change. I've noticed how you've been acting differently, so I have to ask...” A small, uneasy smile spread over her face, “Do you have feelings for me? Because if so, to avoid...” She bit her bottom lip whilst looking down pensively, trying not to use the wrong word to describe a future scenario. “hitches of any sort, it's better to end it. Stay away from each other until the feelings begin to... fade.”

She looked at him again, waiting for his verbal answer, but all she saw was his furrowed brow and blinking eyes. And her hands started sweating.

“What? Friends with benefits?” her breath hitched, pupils restricted and hands freezing. “Are we not too old for that? I feel like a teenager now.”

And he broke into a chuckle and a playful smile, making Jiyoung almost lose her balance, but he was ready to support her by holding her arms with his hands.

“You fucking bitch! You scared me!” she spat out angrily, feeling relief after knowing he was just joking, pulling away from him. “I thought you-! Ugh! And no! We’re not old!”

“You should have seen your face. It was hilarious.”

She sulked, “Shut up!”

“I’m curious though. Although it's personal, I wanted to know if it's a previous relationship of yours that ended badly that makes you talk like this.”

He had spoken slowly, seemingly with a calm voice and relaxed body, yet he had a fire of rage inside at the mere thought of someone who had hurt her psychologically and physically in the past.

He would find him and teach him a lesson.

She hummed, tilting her head to one side, “You can say so. But it’s not just that. No one says it but there are, like... rules when you're with someone. Unspoken rules. And for that reason, I felt like a mouse being chased every second by a cat. Freedom is really important to me, so I have always been the one to end a relationship.” she shrugged. “Maybe I’ll change my mind over time, or I’m just not meant for this kind of things. We’ll see. I hope your view of me hasn't changed.”

“Why?” he frowned, perplexed. “You cherish yourself, your opinion and will. A lot of people feel the same as you. I'm aware that this society still doesn't accept this fact when it comes to women, but screw it!“ he moved a hand up in the air at the end, as if to shoo away a fly, before cupping her cheeks and softly putting his forehead against hers, not taking his eyes off her. “ You are important. Everything about you is important.”

“So… you were not mad at me because of what I said that day? About me having fun?”

Uncertainty could be detected in her voice.

It was understandable. His behaviour was a bit cold. Especially in sexual matters. They would just talk, a few hugs, but when she would want to have more, he would deflect the situation. They haven’t done it since that day, so she thought it was due to her words.

It was.

But Namjoon couldn’t tell her that, he didn’t want her to leave him. He couldn’t even tell her that it was doing it on purpose and her reactions were just what he expected.

“Of course not! I’m just stressed these days. And don’t fret…” he the corner of his lips had stretched so wide that Jiyoung could clearly see his dimples. “If I catch feelings for you, or you catch feelings for me, we will stop.”

His thumbs brushed gently over her skin and kissed her, and for a split-second, Jiyoung swore that she saw the whole galazy in his eyes.

And it took her breath away.

Had she really seen wrong? No love involved? Maybe she was aging faster than normal and as a result her eyesight had been failing? Probably.

“Now that we have that settled, are you free tonight?”

She snapped out of her trance and blinked, “Oh! I’m going out with my friends. It’s been a while since I last saw them. Since tomorrow is my day off, I wanted to see them.”

Namjoon hummed and nodded, moving away from her, “Then tomorrow night you’re mine.”  he smirked. “I missed you a lot.”

She smirked back, orbs twinkling with malice. Oh, of course he missed her!

“I can’t wait then.”

It was originally supposed to be dinner out, but her friends had decided to include the nightclub a few blocks from Jiyoung's house to end the night.

It had quickly become known for its efficient service, and they had never tried it. So they had taken advantage of the opportunity.

Jiyoung, knowing that she would end up drunk out of her mind and with a man in bed every time she entered such places, had decided to decline. However, her friends had reminded her that being together again, with work and all, wasn't always possible, so they wanted to have some fun now that they could.

They had also added that her friend wouldn't mind if she went with them, it was just a girls' night out.

Jiyoung had only rolled her eyes at their words.

They had come to visit her one day and had caught Namjoon kissing her on her doorway in the hallway of her apartment floor. And she had explained what was between them.

Although, when they happened to see him, they always said how he was completely into her and that she should go for it, because a man like that wasn't easy to find. The response was just a sense of denial that led them to feel sorry for him, given how much efforts he was putting into it.

But there was nothing they could do about it. It was her life and they could only give her advice. It was up to her to decide whether or not to follow them.

And now Jiyoung was sitting at the bar with her fourth glass of alcohol between her fingers, watching the others dance with someone already eating their faces.

“We want to be with you,” she mimicked their voices, grimacing with her mouth and then pouting. “Such beautiful friends.”

And she gulped down her drink in one go.

“Did your friends ditch you too?”

The loud voice because of the blasting music came very close to her ear and she turned her head, finding a man with feline-shaped eyes staring at her with an amused smile.

Sitting on the stool next to her, he too with a glass in his hand, eyes sparkling likely from being tipsy.

She sighed, placing a hand on her chest melodramatically, “Unfortunately, yes. Saying that they would have fun with me, but leaving me behind as fast as they are with those guys.”

The man chuckled at her performance, taking a sip of his drink, “Don’t fret, madam. This humble man will keep you company if you want him to. And- ” he glanced at the dance floor, eyes focusing on the men entertaining themselves with Jiyoung’s friends. “-the guys who are going to get their freak on, are my friends, my lady.”

She fakely gasped, “What a small world, sir!”

She snorted out a laugh, cheeks that began to take on a red tint from the alcohol.  

They made a toast and exchanged playful glances for their encounter.

They talked for they did not know how long, laughing at a few jokes, the alcoholic drinks starting to kick in. Until, completely wasted, they ended up in her apartment, their lips devouring each other as they reached her bedroom.

The ringing cell phone suddenly woke her up. Her racing heart and the headache from the hangover made that sound deafening. At the exact moment the ringtone ceased, she opened her eyes and looked around, realizing she was in her room.

Then she stared at the digital clock placed on the nightstand next to her side of the bed, but furrowed her brow when she didn't see it. So she turned around and saw it on the other side.

Had she switched sides where she slept? Since when?

It was only at then that she became aware of a figure beside her and her naked body. She grunted and cursed herself mentally. It was to be expected that it would end like this. Maybe she needed to lay off the booze.

Turning on the bedside lamp, she decided to get up, wear her undergarment still on the ground and drink some water to dehydrate herself along with a painkiller for her headache.

Should she tell Namjoon? It seemed the right thing to do. She respected him and didn’t want this to become a secret. She sighed.

While opening the drawer in the bathroom where the medicines were kept, she noticed her hands. Her pupils trembled, trying not to freak out at that red liquid on them. Jiyoung looked around, trying to figure out where it was coming from, until she decided to go back to the man in her bed.

Kneels on the ground and a lump forming in her throat, she took a better loor at his face, noticing it was the same men she had met at the club.

It looked like he was blissfully sleeping. But something was wrong. She couldn't hear him breathing, not even a little. His chest was still, his whole body was.

She shook him lightly by the arm, “Hey, are you okay? Can you hear me? Can you wak-”

The light barely illuminated the room, as only one was on, so she didn't notice the strange black shadow on his neck. She gulped, dismissing the horrible thought that was taking shape in her mind and giving heed to another less frightening one. Like a birthmark.

Yes, probably a birthmark.

However, when she decided to turn on the other lamp to get a better look, the sight before her was gruesome, giving life to what she feared.

It was not a birthmark, but actually blood that had leaked from a cut jugular vein. His neck was awfully halfway open. Her eyes followed those trails of scarlet liquid that had run down his chest, until they reached his stomach completely disfigured by deep gashes that have formed a hole in it. The weapon had violently penetrated the flesh, almost showing the intestines. The floor had traces of that crime too.

Jiyoung began to hyperventilate, hands to tremble, face to turn pale and heart pressed by fear, shock and disbelief, falling backwards on the ground. She couldn’t breath. Her head exploding.

It was a nightmare! It was not real! It couldn’t be! It fucking couldn’t!

Her ears felt like they were ringing, everything was muffled, even the incessant cell phone ringing. All she could hear clearly were her irregular breaths.

He was dead! He was dead! He was dead! This stranger had died in her house and she couldn't remember shit!

What was she supposed to do? How had this happened? Why here? Why her? When had this happened? Why didn't she remember anything? Was she so out of it that she couldn't?!

Tears began to roll down her face, dreading the consequences this would bring on her.

“Jiyoung! Are you home? You left your door open! What’s going on in your head?!”

Namjoon’s worried voice echoed cloud and clear in her apartment, frightening her even more.

𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚠?! 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠?!

Everything was a blur and her heart had gone berserk. She couldn’t move. He would think she was the culprit, everyone would think she was the culprit!

It would be her downfall. Her life would be destroyed. A stigma attached to her.

And when her name was called, so close, disbelief distinctly audible in his voice, she knew it was over.

Turning her head, their eyes met. Then Namjoon shifted his attention to the man.

“I… I don’t know what happened.” her voice cracked, orbs fixed on the dead body again. “I woke up. I… found him like this. I… I’m… I… I don’t remember… I…” she sobbed, more tears coming out uncontrolled.

Her vision was blurred, but she still managed to notice Namjoon kneeling in front of her and cupping her face in his hands, thus blocking her view of the body.

“Hey, hey, hey! Look at me, Jinyoung.” he was gentle, eyes glossy, caressing her cheeks to soothe her. “Now we’re going to clean this up now, ok? You didn’t do anything. It was an accident.” his forehead was now against hers, never losing eye contact.

“I’m scared, Namjoon.”

A faint whisper. Anxiety, terror, helplessness. Namjoon’s heart wept at the state she was in. Hiding this crime was wrong, but she was his Jiyoung.

His life.

“They haven't fixed the security cameras yet, have they?” she shook her head furiously, lips quivering. “Then we’re lucky.” he smiled faintly. “Do you have any large black trash bags?”

“What…?”

“I need them for the body.”

She nodded, blinking her tears away, “Yes. Yes, there are.”

“Good. Wear something now, it’s cold.”

And the disposal of proofs began.

Namjoon wrapped the corpse in the blood-soaked sheets along with his clothes and the knife used to kill him which was found under the bed. He put it in several trash bags, using tape to keep them in place. He later carried it over his shoulder towards the emergency stairs, tossing it in his car trunk and left.

Jiyoung instead started cleaning the room with what was most effective in removing stains like those.

The sun had now risen and after washing up, she was now sitting on the living room couch, an ID card in her hands taken from the wallet found on the floor. The man's.

Min Yoongi.

She killed Min Yoongi. A son, maybe a father, boyfriend, husband.

Guilt creeped in.

Hands appeared in her line of sight, taking from her fingers the card that reminded her of the sin she had committed, placing it on the coffe table.

“I killed someone. My hands… the blood…”

Namjoon wrapped his arms around her, shushing her tenderly. He rocked her from side to side, trying to calm her down.

“It was an accident. You would never do it intentionally.”

He kissed her head, closing his eyes. And Jiyoung burst out crying, holding onto him tightly.

“Please, please, please… Don’t leave me… Please…”

“I already called to have my day off. I’m here. I won’t leave, darling.”

She fell asleep between his arms whilst his fingers were stroking her head. He tightened his grip on her and a smirk formed on his lips.

The attachment of one person to another had various forms. And this was one of them.

Feeling grateful, fear of losing the one person who had helped you during an unexpected and frightening moment.

You also had control over that situation. The person would see you from a different point of view. A guide, a helper, a lifeline.

Creating a bond of complicity. A strong, unbreakable connection. Maybe love.

He knew she would give in to her friends' request, making his job easier. He also knew she would wake up with the ringtone of her phone.

But no one would know that he had made a copy of Jiyoung's apartment keys. That he had waited patiently to get in and ruin the man who had dared to sleep with his Jiyoung after making her inhale chloroform to prevent her from hearing the atrocity going on. That he had heard the man's muffled screams caused by his hand over his mouth as he penetrated his flesh with the knife. That he had buried the deceased person under meters of soil in the woods.

If you knew how to play your cards, the game was in your hands.

Namjoon took out his phone, looking at the date and time.

February 14.

9:30 am.

He laid his head on hers, an euphoric feeling pervading his body.

“Happy valentine’s day, sweetie.”

Silence attended that eerie, out-of-place whisper.

[chericarlisle]

hi love, could i request the reader being Aro’s daughter and he sends her to live with the cullen’s for extra safety measures and so she wouldn’t be in the way of the volturi’s work? and she ends up getting really close to carlisle? please and ty

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 || 𝐜.𝐜

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: carlisle cullen x reader

(𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.2k

𝐚/𝐧: hi babe! i thought this idea was quite fun and i hope you enjoy :)

Being Aro’s daughter was not all glitter and gold. Actually, it was far from that. You’d think that being related to the man who was head of the Volturi would have its benefits, but instead it made your life more problematic.

Your father, not so much of a family man, found it easier to do his work if you weren’t an “interference”. After he voiced that conclusion aloud, you decided to distance yourself from him and his work. It hurt to be shunned away from the only family you knew. It was only until you were shown what it was like to actually have people care about you. Deep down some part of you realized that Aro’s intentions ran good-hearted somewhere along the line, yet it was just hard to see.

Aro had spoken highly of a man named Carlisle Cullen for as long as you could remember, so when the name was brought up in the conversation of your leaving, you assumed you’d be in good hands.

About a week later, you were being shipped off via first class to the Cullens house. You had known little about them aside from the words of praise that left your father’s mouth about the man, Carlisle. It seemed that he took in a few people along the years and ultimately created the family that was so widely known.

Arriving in Forks was an experience for sure. Especially the comparison of the weather and atmosphere to that of Italy which had been home for so many years. You were thankful for the sweater that already clothed your shoulder. The original intention of the wooly black was to hide your skin from the sun, but as for now it served its actual purpose.

The Cullen's house, at first, was intimidating nonetheless. You knew zilch about these people and you felt like nothing but a burden to them and their clearly lavish lifestyles. Luckily, a constant reminder in the back of your mind told you that this family would be different from that of the one back home. These people truly wanted you in their home.

The cab you had received from the airport parked out front their gorgeous (and noticeably glassy) home, the same look of astonishment painted on the driver’s face. He quickly shook it off before running to the back of the car and grabbing your luggage from the trunk. You thanked him while handing over some cash to which he returned with a giddy smile.

Taking the luggage in hand, you carefully approached the front door. It looked even more intimidating now than it did before, and to think that it was just a door.

You figured that now would be a better time than ever to run the opposite way and after the taxi. Only hoping that he could drive you far away from this mess, the front door opened and you were awakened from your daydream and forced into what you thought would be a harsh reality.

The man who opened the door was absolutely far from anything you expected. He looked to be in his 20’s with his perfectly styled hair and crisp grey button down. You knew that Carlisle had some family so this had to be one of his sons.

Extending your own hand, you reached out to shake his hand. He smiled softly at the act and held out his arm to welcome you in the front door.

“So I assume that you must be Aro's daughter?” Closing the front door, the man in question had his back turned towards you.

“Yes, I’m (y/n), and you are?”

He spun back around to face you, bright golden eyes holding nothing but hospitality.

“I’m Carlisle Cullen. It’s very nice to have you here, (y/n).”

You tried your best to fight your widening eyes and you thanked your lucky stars that there was no warmth in your cheeks to present a blush.

“C’mon, let’s go meet the rest.” Carlisle reached forward to grab your luggage. Using his free hand, he gently guided you into the kitchen where you would meet the people who would become your family.

-

A few months passed and life in Italy felt like a lifetime ago. The Cullen “sons” were exactly what you imagined they'd be like and you had imagined them as eccentric. The three of them had completely different personalities which made for all the more fun. As for Alice and Rosalie, the two were polar opposites. It took practically nothing for Alice to warm up to you, while it took Rosalie a month or two to see that you’d be around for some time and that she should be used to it.

Most importantly, you grew closer to Carlisle, but in a way that differed from the other Cullens. Things like little touches and silly yet borderline flirtatious comments made you realize that there was more.

Carlisle had felt exactly as you had, except neither of you wanted to voice it.

-

One night, you sat on the couch, seemingly alone as the others were off doing their own things. You tried to immerse yourself in the tv show that was playing, but it seemed to be complete garbage.

You weren’t expecting any company until the garage door opened and in walked Carlisle, changed from his scrubs into comfortable clothes. It made you curious as to why he had changed when he normally came home in his usual white lab coat.

“You look comfortable, Dr. Cullen.”

Carlisle shook his head and let out a tiny, exhausted laugh. He walked over to join you on the couch. Sitting down comfortably on the cushion next to you, Carlisle outstretched his hand to go around the backing and ultimately on your shoulders.

“A pediatric patient unfortunately had a bit of a stomach bug, so I had to clean up using the hospital showers.”

You nodded, scooting closer so you could lay your head on Carlisle’s shoulder. The two of you had made this a routine now. You’d often wait for Carlisle to arrive home from his late shifts and both of you would relax on the couch for the time that you could.

Months ago you couldn’t even imagine stepping foot into the Cullen’s house without being an inconvenience, however you were now sitting on their couch and snuggled up with a man who intimidated you so.

Carlisle could see that you were deep in thought and not focused on the tv that was running in the back.

“Is everything alright, darling?”

It was a name Carlisle had coined only for you, and oh how you loved it.

You looked up at him, a sweet and appreciative beam on your lips.

“More than alright.”

Carlisle found your response comforting as he settled back into the couch, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.

It looked like your living situation with the Cullens was most definitely about to become permanent.

[the-catalyst-chronicles]

DEMO TBA

A world ravaged by war. A family torn apart because of time. Old wounds left to fester and bleed. Memories left to rot until the veil was lifted. 

You were young when the war started. Too young to truly realize what was happening. Too young to comprehend why you saw your father one day and then never saw him again. Too young to understand why your mother clutched at her heart and cried at night. Too young to understand the harsh look in your older brother’s normally happy face. Too young to understand that everything was falling apart.

Until you weren’t...

Until everything was ripped away from you.

Your innocence.

Your home.

Your family.

Your identity...

The only thing you did know was that your life wasn’t supposed to be like this. That it was supposed to be filled with laughter and tears of joy. Not screams and cries of anguish. It was supposed to be wrapped around in warmth and love. Not ice and death. 

You knew you were supposed to be at home. With your mother who couldn’t cook to save her life. With your father who always tried to make you laugh. With your brother who always cuddles you when you were scared. You were supposed to be with them. Happy.

Not stuck in this cell with two others. With the only source of light being from faint fire.

You weren’t supposed to be so scared.

You weren’t supposed to be hurt.

You weren’t supposed to wish to be home.

You weren’t supposed to stare into the face of the ones who had torn your world apart.

You weren’t supposed to become their experiment.

You weren’t supposed to become their prodigy.

Even as the years slipped by. After the old scars had healed and you pushed your memories away— the feelings of warmth and love-- giving way to coldness and ice. The very things that surrounded you.

As the memories of your father’s smiling face looking down at you. Of the sound of your mother’s soft voice as she sang you to sleep. Or the feeling of your brother’s arms wrapped tightly around you at night after you had a nightmare. All fading away due to the passage of time.

You knew your time was coming.

That one day you would be free. Free to take revenge on the people that had done this to you.

You were going to be exactly what they had designed you to be.

Their cataclysm.

Raeyna/Raineyr Masava (The Diplomat) (F/M): A put together dignitary from Hirilia that is tasked with being your personal emissary during your mission. A person that always make sure everyone feels listened to. Sparkling lime green eyes captivating anyone’s attention paired with oceanic blue hair. Truly a sight to behold. 

La’rah/Lo’res Hesir (The Soldier) (F/M): Standoffish-- as most Aqnai are. Standing at a height that dwarfs many of the other humanoid species, L doesn’t let many things get to them. Tasked with being your personal guard they won’t let anything get in the way of their mission. 

Arlia/Ariyes Korill (The Mage) (F/M): Eccentric is only the tip of the enigma that embodies A. Kindness exuding from their gaze and words but something more always lurks further beneath. 

Naliyra/Nalieth Iemya (The Thief) (F/M): Honeyed words and saccharine smiles always gets N places. Of course, their Ar’ul ancestry does make it a bit easier for them. Especially since they’re genes are derived from that of a tiger. And they’re just as dangerous. 

Vylaria/Vylaris Averin (The Healer) (F/M): The medic aboard your ship that is always willing to lend a helping hand. Sparkling indigo eyes revealing everything they wish their patient to know. 

Shade (The Survivor) (F/M): No one knows Shade’s origins nor do they know what they truly look like. All you know is that Shade is the one that saved you and they’re tagging along for the ride.

Android (F): The only thing that keeps your ship flying straight. An enigma within the machine world. As Android always seems to surprise you when the time comes. Perhaps you’ll learn more about what makes her tick.

Or what to expect.... 

Customizable MC-- choose your gender, sexuality, appearance, name, skills, and personality. 

Choose from three unique backgrounds.

Captain a ship away from Citadel space as you hunt down the beings that took away everything from you.

Romance 1 of 7 possible choices.

Discover everything the universe, and your past, has to offer!

[raineydays411]

Trauma does really bond

Umbrella academy x teen!reader

Summary: You were number eight, The Healer. With the power to heal anything you touch. Or at least you would be, if the world knew about you.

A/n: I know I said new fics on Friday but I couldn’t wait lol

Everybody knows the story of the Umbrella Academy. Seven children, adopted by an eccentric billionaire, forced to become superheros and eventually fizzled out of the limelight.  

But know one knows about you. 

You were the eighth child Reginald Hargreeves adopted. You were Y/n Hargreeves, age 17. Everyone knows that the seven siblings were all born at the same time, and day. So how are you 17?

Well basically the same thing, but when your mother spontaneously gave birth to you, she handed you over to Reginald within a heartbeat and as far as he knows, you were the only spontaneous birth on y/bd. So he took you in. Now he wasn’t completely sire that you would get powers. For all he knew, your mother just didn’t want you. But all that changed when you were just 6 years old. 

You had stumbled upon a mouse that was squirming in a mouse trap while exploring the attic. You felt so bad for the poor thing that you had set it free. You cradled it in your hands, as you teared up at the sight of it twitching when suddenly you felt it. It was like magic, you felt each bone and nerve that was broken heal until the mouse was once again moving, full of life. You ran out the attic, mouse in hand. Running all the way to your fathers office, barging in despite his protests.

“Y/n Hargreeves, how many times must I tell you--” “ I’m sorry father, but look!” you cut him off, thrusting the healed mouse towards him.

“Number eight. You interrupted my studies to show me vermin?” 

“No father! I healed him! He was in the mouse trap and I healed him!” You exclaim. That caught Reginalds attention. 

“You healed it?” He asks eyeing the mouse, “ How?”

“I dunno” you shrug, “ I just felt bad and touched him”

Reginald hums, standing from his desk and walks over to you. 

“Come with me.” He says, leading you out the study with a hand on your back. 

From then on he put you through brutal training. Nicking you with knives I see if you could heal yourself, bringing you hurt animals to heal, injured people. Then it escalated. He brought in people who were on the brink of death, comatose. He forced you to heal them, despite it taking all your energy. There were multiple times where you ended up collapsing, sobbing and exhausted from healing too many people in one day. He forced you to get up, and heal some more claiming,

“You have been given a gift. It would be selfish of you to hoard it just because you get a little tired”

Not to mention the brutal physical training. Because you had no siblings, he made training robots. They, unlike humans, did not hold back. Forcing you to fight as if you were actually trying to survive. And if you lost, you weren’t able to heal yourself.

Now all this training would have made some sense if you were going out into the world and saving lives. You weren’t. Reginald didn’t allow it. You were to stay on the premises, 24/7, 365 days a year. He claimed

“The world is cruel Number Eight. You are not yet ready to face the harshness that is reality. It is best to keep you here until you are.”

So alone you were. Well not totally alone, you did have Grace an Pogo. And you had Luther but all he did was missions and avoid you so he didn’t really count. But Grace and Pogo? They were your best friends. Grace was practically your mother. She sang to you, brushed your hair, tucked you in, told you about your “siblings”, and taught you how to bake and cook as well as other things. She like you, wasn’t allowed to leave, so you felt like she understood you. Pogo, taught you everything you know. He helped you learn seven languages, he sat and was forced to listen to you learn the piano, violin, and guitar, he was the one who snuck you Vanyas book and answered any questions that Grace couldn’t. And he was the one who sat with you in the attic as you both looked out at a city that didn’t know you existed.

You secretly longed for the day you were able to leave. If not training or doing school work, you could be found gazing out the attic window, or outside in the courtyard staring up at the sky. Despite being in a huge mansion, you felt trapped. You have read almost every book in the house, including Luthers research that he sent from the moon, Fives old theories, and Allison’s diary. You started meditating, yoga, and even picking up little hobbies like scrapbooking or candles making. You learned different ways to play chess, ballroom dancing ( your father insisted), how to read music, and so many other things. You were so smart and yet so naive. You, theoretically knew the cruel realities of the world, having read them in books and such. But you never experienced them. You had no human contact other than your father (and Luther till he was sent to the moon). You knew battlefield medic techniques but not simple everyday things. Hell, not even your so called siblings knew that you existed except Luther and he was sworn to secrecy. Not like he payed attention to you anyway. You weren’t even allowed to watch movies or listen to modern music. Just whatever records Luther had, and the Walkman you found up in the attic. But secretly, at night when you crept into the attic, you can see into the apartment across from you. Their large tv playing movies and you were able to watch. Playing classics like Dirty Dancing and Grease, action, and scary movies that scarred you for life. But it was your escape. You couldn’t hear the words but you made them up. A little world all to yourself, your little secret. You yearned for that moment when you could leave. Leave behind strict schedules and brutal training. Leave behind empty halls and loneliness. But you knew it wasn’t coming soon.

Not over your fathers dead body.

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Your father is dead.

You didn’t realize it at first, having been extremely exhausted for some reason. You went to bed early saying good night to everyone and promptly passing out. But you know that your father was fine. Healthy even, as you could sense it with your powers. So when you woke up and reached out, sensing your family as you always did, you knew something was wrong. You couldn’t feel your father. Not how you used to. It felt like...like the dead bodies he used to force you to heal.

You leapt out of bed and dashed to his room, heart racing as you passed a humming Grace. You burst into the room, seeing him collapsed against the bed, limp and eyes closed.

“Nononono father?! Father can you hear me?!” You say rushing to his side. You feel for a pulse but find nothing, noticing his cold skin. You start CPR, like he trained you to do.

“ Father?! Father please!” You start to cry, tears running down your face as you race to save him. But deep down you knew...you couldn’t heal a dead body.

“ MOM” you scream desperately, starting to use your powers, “ POGO”

You start to get light head, your basically pouring your energy into this dead body. Your powers kickstart the healing process, accelerating it 10 times it’s usual rate allowing for quick healing. But if the bodies dead...it can’t heal itself and you basically just heal superficial wounds but not bring them back. 

“Father...” you start to slur, you’re running out of energy and he still hasn’t woken up. “Father you have to wake up...don’t leave me...”

Your world starts spinning as you fight to stay awake. Desperate to save the man you consider as your father. But you collapse. The world fading in and out as you see two silhouettes hover over you.

“ oh y/n...” a voice softly says. You feel someone touch your head and you succumb to the darkness. Feeling helpless as you realize one thing.

Reginald Hargreeves is dead.

That night, around the country seven siblings find out that their father has died. And make plans to come home.

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You were unconscious for the whole day.

You woke up letting yesterday’s events wash over you. You cry. Not for the man, cause let’s face it he’s an asshole, but because of what he represented. He was part of your family. Your world that only consisted of three.

And you couldn’t save him.

And let’s face it, he was your father. He kind of raised you for seventeen years. You had to care about him.

After calming down, you reach out. You try to feel for Pogo or Grace, but you can sense the presence of two people you’ve never met. So you force yourself out of bed, and creep down the hallway. Your room right closer to Reginalds as it was the only room left. So you snuck into the main room, seeing your mother staring into space.

“Momma?” You whisper, catching Graces attention.

“ Oh Y/n dear, you woke up.” Grace says with a smile standing and stroking your face, “ Darling, your in your night clothes, you know the rules.”

Your eyes water as you throw yourself in her arms. Feeling like a child.

“ I..I tried momma..I really did”

You feel her arms wrap around you, “ Do you want breakfast, you haven’t eaten in 12 hours and 15 minutes.”

You were confused. Why was she acting like nothing has happened?

“Momma I-“ “Mom?”

A male voice cuts you off. You freeze, not knowing who the voice belongs to. His presence unfamiliar.

“Diego, welcome home are you hungry?” Grace says, “I was just going to make breakfast for Y/n” she squeezed you gently before letting you go to turn to Diego.

You hide behind her, like a child. Peaking over her shoulder to get a glimpse at the man. He was average height, Hispanic most likely, wearing all black with a harness and some knives. He had short hair and a scar on the side of his face. He looked at you then Grace in disbelief or shock. You can feel that he was healthy, just a bit sore.

“Um mom who’s that?” He asks gesturing to you.

“Oh I suppose you haven’t met yet. Diego, this is..well why don’t you introduce yourself.” She says to you. Your eyes widen and shake your head.

“Come on dear, just like we practiced. Go on.” Grace nudges you in front of her. Setting a comforting hand on your back.

“ hello...my names y/n Hargreeves. It’s lovely to meet you.” You say softly, and then you give a shy smile.

“Hargreeves?” Diego asks, shocked, “ I don’t understand...how?”

“ Y/n is just like you and your siblings.” Pogo chimes in, startling the three of you.

“ She came to us 17 years ago, just as the six of you left. Your father kept her secret as he did many things.  She has remarkable abilities just as you and your siblings. ”

Diego looks at you, sizing you up and taking you in. “Why didn’t we know about this?” He asks Pogo.

“ Your father had his reasons. He believed she wasn’t ready to see the outside world. She has been here her whole life.”

Diego scoffs, “ What? It wasn’t enough that he ruin our lives, he had to start again?”

He looks at you, “ Welcome to the family, kid.”

Then he walks off. You look at Grace and Pogo

“ Did..did I do something wrong?” You ask.

“ Oh no, Diego is just...on edge. You did great.” Grace says cupping your cheek.

“ I am glad that you are alright Y/n. It’s good to see you up and about.” Pogo says with a comforting smile.

“ thank you..” you say, “ there’s another person here..a woman.”

“Yes, well I think it is time you meet your sister. Come along.” Pogo says, leading you to the kitchen.

Oh boy...