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Themes vs Realism
Saw an old debate about how isolated the Encanto is and it got me thinking about my own headcanons.
I watched the movie, saw the windows and wine glasses and thought âOh! They must have trade, glass requires a specific sort of sand and while glass blowers would be relatively common, the odds they had somebody who knows how to make glass frit are pretty lowâ. And I can back up that argument with research and facts, buying glass is getting more expensive because weâre running low on sand with the right chemical composition, glass frit production would be more likely to happen in towns near silica rich beaches, where as Almaâs hometown looked like it was in the middle of the forest. Nowadays, not every country in the world has the right sand, when I worked with glass blowers they imported their frit from I think a family in Sweden(?) that are like one of the last few people making frit. So glass is actually a very big deal! I digress. Basically, realistically, the fact that they have glass means that they must have some trade.
But thatâs completely irrelevant to the movie, isnât it?
The movie is all about healing from generational trauma, Encanto being completely isolated is better for the movieâs themes. Itâs like how we all love the deleted scene where Bruno argues with Alma and says âI wish I was deadâ but the writers cut that scene because it gives Bruno confronting Alma on Mirabelâs behalf an extra bit of punch if he was never willing to do so before. Realistically, a deeply unhappy, almost forty adult who is as blunt as Bruno would have had that argument with Alma; thematically, Mirabelâs mysterious TĂo couldnât muster up the courage/passion to confront the movieâs antagonist until he was doing it for love. Realistically, it is actually necessary for Pepa to control her emotions because she can create hurricanes and that sorta disaster could wipe out the village; thematically, Pepa needs to be allowed to let her feelings flow through her without anyone snapping at her about it. Realistically they must have trade; thematically, they must be completely isolated.
There isnât really a good way for canon to bridge this gap as far as I can tell, in story telling themes usually take precedence over realism, especially in a fantasy setting. But for a lot of people (like me) the funnest thing to do when writing fanfic is throw in a dash of realism and see what comes out of it. Obviously, the way you want to reconcile this is absolutely up to you. I personally care more about the movie sticking to themes than I do it being realistic or conforming to my background knowledge, Iâm fully expecting to have most of my head canons disproven when they release more material. That said, for the sake of fic, I think asking questions like âWhere are they getting the raw materials to build thatâ is a great launching pad.
I donât know how to word my conclusion. That year I spent working with glass blowers is going to butt heads with my suspension of disbelief for the rest of my life? Realism is great for fanfic but not so much in short stories like movies? My head canons will never be canon and itâs better that way?
#encanto#encanto headcanons#encanto meta#foggy rambles#fanfic meta#kinda proud that I managed to keep this one a reasonable length#still putting in a cut because manners#I can also connect this to how I like the idea of Bruno being Demi and doesnât have a very cis relationship with gender#because thatâs whatâs most fun and has the most emotional resonance for me specifically#but I wonât be bothered if they make him cis and gay#well⌠Iâll be bothered if I am then attacked because my pre-existing stories feature him as bi#and I am so tired of being told making a character bi is queer erasure#but thatâs a fandom culture problem and this is a post about reconciling canon themes with personal head canons#so Iâm saying I wonât get huffy when the canon characters inevitably diverge from the versions in my head#I managed to put all the rambling in the tags :)
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Hello!! Can I be your new annonieee? >_<
Thinking about worker!Jake , that's so good at his job that Boss!Y/n had to give him a reward , sub Jake sounds so sweet , right?^^
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Hi đ§¸!!! And yes this sounds so so sweet!
It was near closing time and one of your employees, Jake, had done an amazing job today, actually for every day heâs been here, he cleaned up all the tables and did good at seating people, he would do all of the coffee orders correct and all while holding back drinking it.
You couldnât help but feel so proud of him for this, so when you notice him getting his stuff together you decided to go over to him and talk to him,
"Wait jake, why don't you stay back for a little while so that i can talk to you about a little promotion?"
the puppy looking boy looking at you, his eyes round and looking at you whilst his ears were perked up.
"Okay but only for a little bit, i should get to my apartment to make sure that no one broke in or something..." he joked.
"Yeah, it won't take too long anyways so don't worry.."
you took him back to the office that you stayed in most of the time when he didn't have shifts because why be out when he's not around? no reason to because honestly nobody else is worth looking at.
So you decided to just do what you thought best and give him a little reward he deserved.
All that could be heard from the front desk was slurping sounds and Jakeâs tail hitting your desk from wagging so much.
âA-ah wait! Right there!â The pup called out whilst you sucked off his nice sized, red tipped penis.
He watched the way you struggled to fit himself down your throat but amazed at how you managed to anyways, he didnât ever dare to push your head down, scared if he did youâd stop.
âMy little puppy..â you hummed around his before licking a stripe up the underside of his length.
His hips bucking up into your throat as he came into your warm confines.
You just swallowed everything that flew into your mouth, coming up and kissing his plush and plump lips. Looking at his eyes.
âDid pup have a good finish?..â
He weakly nodded until a whimper came out of him, your hand jerking up and down his still hardened cock, âmaybe weâre not done just yetâŚâ
You rubbed up and down his dick for a few minutes while he whimpered and bit his lip, you pulled away and he whined loudly
âNo! I was so close!â
âShh, Iâm just gettin started.â
You pulled off your pants and he smiled at the sight of your silk panties, ones he happened to love.
âNiceâŚâ
You laughed softly at this, taking his dick and coming close till your hips touched, pulling off your shirt so his tip touched your tummy, he looked down at you putting your hand over the over side of his penis while one side was against your abdomen.
âWhat are you doing?âŚâ
He stopped when you started to move your hand a bit, rubbing over his tip and even moving your body so heâd get off, but when you decided to move him and sit him down on your chair and straddle his lap, pushing your panties aside, his nose catching the scent of your arousal.
âPlease..â
You only shook your head and brought his hand to your core, his fingers already getting to work at the opening of your cunny.
He lodged his fingers into you, making you gasp softly at the new founded feeling you didnât even get through your last relationship.
Hips stuttering while he fucked you on his fingers, pushing against your walls and digging deeper until he found your g-spot.
âRight there baby..keep going..â
He nodded and looked up at your face, he worried because you looked like you were in pain, gosh the innocence in him, just following whatever you said.
âIs that go-â
Water? No..some kinda juice pouring from your cunt. He didnât know what it was, heâs never seen it before.
âDid I hurt you?â
He saw you shake your head but was still confused because what could that have of meant?
âWhat was it?â
âYou made me squirt..â
He picked up the sound of your nervousness, you truthfully havenât even done that before so now that you were sitting on his lap with his fingers soaked and his pants damp, he was a curious puppy.
He brought his fingers up to taste it, licking it off and looking up at you.
âI like it..â
You didnât think watching someone lick your own juices off their fingers could be so hot butâŚ
Clearly you were wrong, so you just pet his ears which to your knowledge were sensitive, so sensitive his hips bucked up and he whimpered as soon as they bucked up too high and his tip rammed into your pussy.
âShit!â
He immediately arched off the back of the chair. He grabbed your hips and forced the rest of his cock into you, he couldnât get enough of that feeling, such a new feeling.
âWait! Jake stop!â
He couldnât, his hips fucking up into you as his tip kept pushing against your cervix, you crying out ever though you didnât want him to stop, but you wanted to be in control so you grabbed him by his hair and pulled it back.
âDid you not hear me? I said stop.â
âI canât! Fuck..feels so good..â
He begged for the last few minutes while you sat there looking down at him debating whether or not you let him do the work for now.
âOnly for a few minutes.â
Thatâs all he needed, hell he could cum in just a few seconds, so whilst he kept fucking up into you, and you holding onto his shoulders, he kept on chasing his high.
âIâm close!â
He warned but before you could process you felt his seed spilling into you and coating your walls. He stopped and panted heavily, his body trembling while his ears laid flat against his head, his tail wagging.
âPuppy..â
His ears perked up at the sound of your voice but he couldnât look at you, he was too tired, but when you went to get off and grab a few things to clean him up.
âPlease stay, I donât wanna clean up yetâŚâ
You looked at him and nodded slowly, realizing he just wanted you to be close to him, so for the next few hours of that night yâall sat there until he agreed to getting cleaned up as long as you promised to come to his apartment and cuddle with him till yâall fell asleep.
(Okay I know this is low key shitty but Iâm having such a bad writers block and I have strep throat and I canât breath through nose so bear with me please! Iâm trying to get these asks done and everything but Iâve been out of town all week and going through a bad heartbreak so Iâve been having some down time.)
#enhypen#enha smut#enhypen drabbles#mwah <3#jake sim#jake drabble#enhypen jake#enha jake#jake enha#strawbrrycuteblog#mature theme#mature story#ty for the ask <3#ty <333#ma
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Crane with a s/o that gets scared easily.
(Gender neutral!)
-My my, aren't you a scaredy cat? He will absolutely adore the noises you make when getting jumpscared by him for the third time today after he simply swifts from being beside you to disappearing in the dark behind a wall and then reappearing again close to your face saying "Boo!"
-There's no safe time for you when Jon is around. If you lose him out of your point of view be sure of two things: 1- He is interested in something else in the other room. 2- He is right behind you and his fingers are already crawling up in the back of your neck before another "boo!" gently blows in your ear
-Seriously, even he will wonder how the hell do you get startled so easily? He will start to think you're just pretending but then after seeing the absolute panic painted in your face when an insect started flying in the room, it was proven to him that yes⌠you were scared easily.
-Funny enough when you get scared from something else that isn't one of Jon's antics, (for example a movie he recommended you two to watch) he will gladly hold your shaking frame just to feel your panicked heartbeat, while trying his best not to smirk over the scene of your arms shivering. Such a sight to behold.
-Although he enjoys seeing the bright terror in your eyes, Jon has learned about your limits too well to know when to stop. He doesn't see any sort of pleasure when seeing you cry. The first time he actually did see you shedding tears out of fear from playing a horror game it made him feel kinda guilty. Jon then realises he just likes your scared expression, not your suffering one.
-Even if his whole signature is about causing people to feel their deepest fears for his own morbid curiosity, Jon feels quite satisfied with just the surface of your fears, as generic and normal as they can be. However, if you catch your own gut and manage to sit with him to talk about some of your real traumas, he will not only play his professional psychology role and assist you to face it better but will also be so proud of you.Â
Imagine, you are revealing your worst fears for the one who is known to weaponize them against you. Jon sees it as a massive signal of trust you have with him and as much as he is loving your spooked expression when talking about them, he will take this as a personal treasure. A private moment that only you two know about.
-Since then, it's up to you. Jon will offer his hand of help if you're willing to face your fears and try to overcome them, he knows how it feels and has a large experience on the matter.
If you feel like you are not ready or simply prefer to keep living this way, he will respect your decision and keep your traumas locked in his head as a secret.Â
-Keep in mind that the everyday little jumpscares will still occur.
Bonus:
"It's not a phobia, trust me. It's an expected reaction you have from the unknown of said subject. Especially after such⌠inconvenient events from your past." Jon finishes his talk with you sitting at the other end of the small table in your kitchen. He usually spent the whole afternoon with you during weekends before leaving again when night began to fall. Not that he was hiding from you about his underground work but this routine simply suited well between both you and him, since you aimed to maintain your normal life and Jon his hidden one both safe.
"I don't know, it's just so tiring sometimes to me like I don't want to react but yet I can't control it." You speak kinda upset, gripping your fists that were landing on the table.
"It's the opposite, my dear. Fear controls us. Our only chance is to accept and overcome it eventually if the chance appears." He replies to your frustration as calmly as if reciting a poem.
"I don't think I can do it. Hell, you've seen me freaking out because of a ridiculous small spider last week." Your attempt to lift the mood with a laugh fails as Jon keeps looking at you with a blank expression, making you look down embarrassed.
"That's why I'm here to offer you help. To give you this chance."
Still looking down, you meditate in silence about his words for a moment. Doubt still made it seem unclear as to how you would win your trauma. Lacking any idea of a viable option at the moment from yourself.
A gentle metallic noise snaps you from your thoughts. Your eyes catch the image of a syringe containing an orange liquid inside resting on the table in the space between you and Jon. He retracts his hand away from the item, folding the small secret pocket from inside his coat in which he took it out previously.
Meeting your gaze, Jon brings his hands up to his chin, intertwining his fingers and resting his elbows on the table, not breaking the eye contact he fixed with yours, though his eyes were hidden by the bright white his glasses reflected from the room's lightning.
"Of course, the choice will be yours." He reassures you about your position.
You switch your focus back to the syringe and remember clearly what is Jon's speciality together with the dangers of it. He maintains his silence, allowing you to face your own indecision before you finally speak.
"Alright. I will take the chance."
If it weren't for his hands close to his face, it wouldn't be able for him to hide his devilish smirk.
You two rearrange the chairs to be closer now, Jon assumes the position of medical administration and holds your arm gently as the slim shadow of the syringue hovers above your skin.
"I want you to know the dose will be low to not last long but enough for the chemicals to work properly. Understand?"
You nod.
"Are you sure about this?"
Once again you nod while feeling a chill sensation in your stomach. You were scared, of course you were and he knew it too. However, it was your choice.Â
The syringe needle sinks in the surface of your skin and slowly makes its length disappear and appear again from the spot, injecting the unholy fear substance in your blood course. The sting pain is then replaced by a numb sensation following up to your arm shaking. Your heart begins to race and you can feel sweat forming in your forehead. Wiping it with the back of your hand, you realise that your hand feels heavier than before and checking the reason for it, you're met with the vision of your skin succumbing to putrid flesh as insects start coming out of what were supposed to be your nails.
Desperation hits, you notice Jon's form switching to something darker, scarier and menacing, but his mouth remains in a serene smile before it moves to speak.
"Now tell me, what do you see?"
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Word count: 2760+ (i'll try to keep bigger lengths such as this one!)
Synopsis: You meet a new classmate who's working along Nanami, you think he's fun to be around, it stands the same to him about you. Later, feelings unravel.
Contents/Warnings: (1) Itadori Yuuji x gn!reader (2) FLUFF, TONS OF FLUFF - and some comfort (3) With the small participation of... Ino Takuma!! I really like him too, that's why <33333 (4) This is pretty platonic, but also not? (5) Ending turned sorta clichĂŠ... but I liked it u.u
A/N: This boy made me run rampant... to fhe point it's not single attraction anymore I just wish him happiness (smh if only my parents knew...) also next post will be Toji's fic pt. 2! Y'all see the first part is almost reaching 100 kudos????? I'M SO HAPPY EHSODJWKDKSJD- thanks for all the new followers and the support!! <33
Ever since his fake death, Itadori has been training alone with the help of Gojo - and now, he works along a freshly new face, who belongs to a senior, founds out ex-salaryman named Nanami Kento. He's far a thousand times more strict than Gojo. Itadori doesn't really likes the change, because Nanami is a person he can't get along. This whole guy's appearance scream "work 4 life"; he has proved different, now he screams "work is shit - but I gotta do it because others won't".
They've just finished cleansing the outside of a movie theater off a few curses, when Itadori hears shouting from far behind them. Two figures approach, waving excessively. He quickly picks on Nanami's tired sigh beside him.
"Nanami! We figured out you'd be here! Our mission has been finished and we wanted to catch up to have lunch together!" A male clad in a full black outfit shouts, he has brown hair and a beanie on top of his head, looking quite content.
The other person simply trots next to him in silence, approaching with a friendly smile. They notice Itadori faster than the male, smile widening and quickly waving hello, suddenly eager to reach up to them. The gesture makes the pink haired boy perk up, curious to why the other person looked so joyful. His question is easily answered, when they tug on the man's sleeve and motion to him.
"Ino, we have a third buddy!" The dude looks at him with widened eyes. "So nice to meet you, I'm Y/N L/N! It's great to see new faces around!"
Itadori smiles at your energy, knowing already he would click with you very well.
"I'm Ino Takuma, sorry for not noticing you before! Your uniform looks cool." Itadori exchanges a few compliments with Ino, before the man turns to talk with Nanami, leaving him and you together.
"Yes! I'm Sukuna's vessel, Itadori Yuuji-desu! My type of woman is Jenn-"
You turn to him. "So, are you a first year?"
"Geh? Weren't you dead though?!"
"I was!- I am!- Please keep secret."
"Okay!"
"Ahem." Nanami coughs, drawing attention. "I requested you two to not come after me today. Itadori here is the reason why."
"That's no problem, we're very capable of keeping secrets." You threw your arm over Itadori's shoulder, him nodding along with you.
"Oh really, then remember to keep quiet about it. I'll let this slide." The group of students nervously at Nanami's intimidating tone. "But, I'll get to have my break alone."
"Gah!" Ino exclaimed, watching Nanami walk away; he also left the responsability of taking care of Itadori for you two, leaving without a word. "It really had to be today, when Nanami would take us to his favorite bakery..."
"Crybaby." You teased. "Itadori here can't go outside where anyone can see him, he's dead. So, we were to order food either way because he shouldn't be left out."
"Augh okay, it would be unfair."
"So, where are you staying Itadori?"
"At Gojo's state!"
"Whoa, I've never been there before." Ino commented, waiting as you sent a message to Ijichi to pick them up.
"He's my teacher, a very cool one!"
"I imagine! Ooookay, once we get there I'll get the food."
Itadori felt as his chest would burst of excitement, finally there was people around him again, he couldn't be less happy about it.
"Sharing is caring!"
Itadori laughed as you wrestled with Takuma for some fries, netflix long forgotten in the background, as watching the banter was way more entertaining. Most of the time, Ino rambled a lot about Nanami, while he rambled a lot about Gojo. The guy even showed him the cool scar under his beanie. He felt kinda upset after explaining the exchange was just temporary, his stay under Nanami's wing wasn't decisive, and therefore, he was more like a classmate than a partner.
Itadori also learned a lot about you. He was surprised to find out that you, although energetic, was the one to speak the lesser in conversations. His surprisement grew even bigger when you told him you're a exchange student from Kyoto, arriving Tokyo about the same month as him - thankfully, you were to say for good.
Conversations flowed easily in the air, until a voice from the doorway barged in.
"Yuuji-kun! Don't forget about your lessons! Hi kids! Bye kids!" Gojo said playfully, throwing the familiar punching bear to Itadori before leaving.
"What's this thing?" Ino asked.
"It's to help me control my cursed energy. So while I watch the movies, if I don't charge it with cursed energy it punches me square in the face. I thought I had mastered this thing already, but he insist I keep training with it." Itadori grumbles.
"At least it's cute." You commented, taking a sip of your drink.
"Until it punches you in your face without warning!" The pink haired boy barks.
The talks died down, the three of you eating quietly when another movie is played on the screen. Itadori didn't bother reading the title, it was a plain one about a zombie apocalypse that got him extremely bored, yet he kept watching still so the plushie didn't punch him in the face again; he's been keeping a record since all his last cursed energy training lessons were a sucess to this day. When his head started nodding and eyelids dropping Itadori can't remember well, about fourty five minutes of movie perhaps? Make it fifty, the second slumber took over his body completely.
When he awoke once again, it was near midnight, the clock on the wall told him so. He also noticed a soft and warm surface supporting his head, figures, it's your shoulder he's resting into, he feels an arm around his own shoulders and your cheek placed upon his hair.
"Hey, it's late." You immediately notices he's awake, calling out softly. "You should sleep on your room, or something, better to your spine."
He chuckles when you poke his side. "But I'm comfortable here."
"I'm surprised, you just met me today, and now is sleeping on my shoulder."
"I'm not, that happens often to me."
"Sleeping on people's shoulders?"
"No! Making friends quickly." Itadori likes your gentle warmth, your hug, everything makes him feel at home. "I met two more people before you for two weeks, but they can't see me, because I'm dead."
"So I'll keep you company, that's my new mission."
His eyes widen at that, a oh so little blush covering the tip of his ears.
"For how many time I slept anyway?" He asks.
"About two- no, three hours. You missed two movies, and this one is about to end."
"And you stayed here the whole time?" He motions to your shoulder.
"Yep. That reminds me I gotta pee."
Itadori grumbles, but quickly lifts himself off you, respecting your needs. That gives him some time to look around, he notices Ino is gone, and the plushie sits quietly at the other side of the couch, unmoving.
"Y/N! How did you manage to make it quiet down?" He's beyond bafflet.
"...que."
"What!"
"I said!" You arrive quickly at the doorframe, hands still wet from when you washed them. "I used my innate technique."
"Oh! How is it like?"
"It's kinda funny, gimme a moment." You left to wipe off your hands, coming back in a second. "So, just like Shoko, I produce reverse curse energy, but it's quite different than hers, I can't heal people. That's why we often call it positive energy instead. I can use it to soothe off negative energy, so the bear has no cursed energy right now."
"How does it works on people?" He felt very curious about everything, asking away like a kid.
"Since everyone has negative energy, it just makes you sleepy really. But when it comes to curses it's really practical, I can either weaken it or, if the curse is like grade three or four, I can slap them off existence completely by wiping all their energy." You were naturally proud of having a such versatile power, your own energy swirling with pride around you.
"That sounds amazing! Is it why I fell asleep though?"
"Nah, only if I did it on purpose. I guess you were just tired, hope you don't mind I decided to let you rest today."
"No way, it was a good nap."
You nodded. "By the way, Ino left to attend to a drinking party, he paid for our food."
"Drinking? Is he old?"
"Yeah, he's twenty." You chuckled, already expecting that kind of reaction.
"No way! He looks young just like us!"
"That's totally my reaction after I learned he's twenty!"
After that day, you started visiting Itadori weekly to daily, after exchanging numbers he made a little group with you and Ino, naming it the "Nanami trio". But really, he exchanges more texts with you in private, be them memes, cool images he wish to share, etcetera. Although, Ino wasn't left excluded, he ofter brough his xbox to connect to Itadori's tv room and you all would spend hours playing together; he just didn't spend much time with both of you as much. And that was okay.
For a few days, your connection with Itadori died down when he didn't reply to your texts. They would remain unread for some time, the longest being half a day, until he would spam apologies then move on with the topic. That became a routine until one day when you came over to check on Itadori unnanounced, needin to ease off your worries about the boy, only to find him sobbing in the middle of a hallway, staring ahead and beyond, his back to you.
"Ita-?"
"Egh!" Startled, he scrambled to wipe his eyes, turning to you. "H-hey, um, hi."
"What happened?"
"I- he-" His eyes didn't met yours, knuckles white in a death grip. You notice he has a few bandages thrown over his face and arms. The way his shoulders are drawn, as if he wants to shrink into himself is something you've experienced before.
"Something hard to talk about?"
He nods almost immediately, head still facing down.
"It's alright, come with me." You reach for his hands, grimacing slightly when his forceful grip is now on your hand, yet you don't comment on it. He follows you through the state wordlessly.
You two stop on the same tv room, sitting down on the couch. You then guide his head to your shoulder, gently massaging his scalp with the free hand.
"It's alright."
Those two words are chanted like a prayer for the next half hour, at some point, Itadori twisted his body towards yours and unknowingly caged you between him and the sofa arm. He embraced you with a force you didn't have in you, like he didn't want to lose one another. Painful or not, not a muscle moved on your body. He needed a shoulder to cry on.
Thirty minutes passed like seconds, you peered down only to find the boy confortably napping against your bosom; at some point you just became the cold side of the pillow to him. That's alright. It brings you joy to be the mom friend anyways. So you decided to join the sleepland aswell, arms still secured around his shoulders and the back of his head.
It feels like the nap hasn't been long, though, because you can feel Itadori's grip loosening and therefore, you're awake.
"Sorry if I broke any bones, in advance."
"Wow, and you only warn me now."
He laughs at your comeback, hands still secured around your waist.
"I'm surprised you let me uh, cuddle you for comfort - and sleep. I don't understand it? You just make me sleepy." He rambled, keeping eye contact with you while his head still rests on your chest.
"That's a piece of cake when you have younger siblings who seek for you every night they get a nightmare."
"Does that mean I can come to you again if I have a nightmare?" There it is, his togepi-kirby cutesy face.
"Are you four?"
"That's mean!" Itadori blushed, squeezing you on his arms. "I like the contact. It puts me at ease."
"Mm, do you want to talk about it?"
He gulped. "No, not really."
Your peach haired friend remained silent, and so did you. It seems he doesn't intend in letting you go soon, or he just really forgot to mention it. It gives them time to think, your younger sisted used to do that sometimes, back in Kyoto.
"Y/N, wanna watch anything?"
"Sure, have you watched Parasyte before?"
"No, let's give it a try then!" Itadori glances at the remote, then back at you - making you confused over his hesitation to move. He notices you noticed it, chuckling nervously. "To be honest, I don't wanna let go."
"It's hurting my back."
"SORRY I'M SORRY!" He jumped away from you like a cat would jolt away from a cucumber, making you snicker.
"It's okay, I just wanted to change positions."
And to tease you, but he didn't need to know that part.
He glared at you with a small pout, typing the initials of Parasyte on the search bar. Outside his line of vision, you were grinning like a idiot, his sweeteness took a tow on you. All the people of Tokyo you met really held a way different spirit from your classmates in Kyoto, Itadori being the nicest of all. It's surprising him being Sukuna's vessel to begin with; being honest, you felt drawn by it.
"Y/N, it's startiiiiing." He cut your daydreaming short, slumping on your side and propping his head on your shoulder.
"This again?" You throw an arm around his shoulders, very much like the first time he cuddled himself on you.
"Don't blame me, you're the one who wanted to change positions. Guess I'll just make some alterations since I'm awake this time!" One of his arms went behind your back and circled your waist, hand resting at your hip.
"It's definely different, since the other time you drooled on me."
"Hhgh, okay okay! Let me enjoy this." For perhaps the actual first time, you're able to watch without exchanging words with one another.
And this time, it's you who's head loll to the side, nose buried on his soft rose perfumed hair. Itadori doesn't comment on it yet, his free hand moves under your legs to lift your whole body up efortlessly when he senses you have fallen asleep.
"I remember you said it's bad for my spine, I wouldn't mind it... yours however."
The boy makes a beeline to the guest room, he sighs when there is no choice but open the door with his foot. Inside, he places you carefully in the soft bed.
Before he could leave, a hand reaches up for his sleeve.
"Itadori," He turned, looking at you. "Make me company?"
He giggles softly - you think it sounds like a highschool girl. "You should start calling me by my first name!" Itadori rambles as he climbs on the bed, arms wrapping around your waist in a motion you're familiar with.
"Yuuji, I'm tired, let me sleep."
"But I wanna talk more..." He pouts. "Also, are we, um, dating?"
You wriggle around, bringing his head down to peck on his forehead, teasing. "Correction, I want to date you."
"Uh, oh." A blush coats his face so quickly, you'd say someone dumped a bucket of red paint on his face.
"Is that a no?"
"No!"
"So it is a no."
"Christ, will you stop teasing for a second, I'm trying to talk here." He makes an angry version of his togepi-kirby face, you can't help but grin.
"You amuse me, but okay. I'll do it for you."
"Thanks." He blinks, the blush slowly fading away. "You know, I lied, not about the contact, I like the contact nonetheless-"
His hand moves to play with yours, such as tapping his tips against yours, or meassuring the palms.
"-it's you who brings me comfort."
It's also your turn to blush, that line was seriously charming.
"Yeah."
"Yeah?"
"Yes, we're dating now." You respond, a little eagerly. "Can I kiss you?"
"Please."
This is the best person I could ask for, Itadori thinks, keeping his eyes open as yours shut during the kiss, whom I won't change for anything else in this world.
When you both separate, Itadori feels drowsy and sleepy. His face fits perfectly on your shoulder as always.
"Goodnight, my favorite person."
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Revelation; Part One
warnings/kinks: a/b/o (if youâre penis-repulsed this isnât for you), smut (duh), brief daddy kink, even briefer mommy kink, cum-eating, cum-marking, cockwarming? (does it count if itâs a/b/o?), light bloodplay, borderline somniphilia (consensual), poisoning, suicidal ideation, allusions to cheating, mentions of conversion therapy, vague mentions of s*xual ass*ult (it doesnât actually happen in the story, itâs just referred to a lot due to the nature of this universe)
uh⌠this is another one of those stories thatâs just kinda Heavy, please be careful & donât continue reading if doing so is unsafe for you. I have a variety of other works that donât have such intense themes, which you can find on my masterlist!
request (+details): Omegaverse: Alphas Yukio and Ellie with a beta reader, but it turns out that reader is a late-bloomer omega who goes into her first heat unexpectedly. / Omegaverse: The setting could be anywhere. The three of them waking up with reader burning hot, believing to be sick but is actually going into heat. The reader could be by themselves when it happens and her alphas come home to a omega in heat / I canât get this omegaverse idea out of my head, and I hope you donât mind me telling you this. Reader being alone and confused when her heat came, her alphas gone on a mission. During the time they were gone, Reader made a nest of her alphasâs clothes out of instinct on their bed. By the time Yukio and Ellie returned, Reader is a hot mess from trying to get off, moaning their names and begging for her alphas to help her for she donât know why she feels like this and is scared.)
synopsis: After Wade discovers you're dealing with suicidal thoughts, he takes it upon himself to help you out, leading to one disaster after another.
authorâs note: thank you so much to the lovely anon who requested this for spending so much time with me & making sure everything was juuuust right! Fun fact: we pined, started dating, and broke up, started dating again, and broke up again all before this was published đ sorry everybody, itâs been a rocky road for the past⌠forever.
Standing guard after school for a few extra bucks is a pretty sweet deal, you have to admit. You mostly just sit around with a pair of binoculars munching on your snack of choice, using a gun loaded with tranquilizer darts to drop anyone who threatens the safety of the school and its residents. If given permission, or an order to do so, you can use your bow and arrow to really take down your enemies.
Youâre pretty lucky in life overall, you also have to admit, with two alpha girlfriends and a variety of friends and acquaintances, not to mention the advantages your mutation gives you.
It makes you feel even more guilty for what youâre really thinking about right now. Not Ellie, not Yukio, not keeping an eye out for threats, nothing but a simple question:
Would it be more efficient to slit your wrists with the point of one of your arrows, or to fling yourself from the top of this turret? Which would hurt worse? You look from the sharp arrow you hold in your hand to the plush grass below, managed by some of the other students.
Itâs far cheaper to pay students to maintain the yard and house, not to mention it gives students like you a way of earning the kind of spending money that other students receive from their parents or from jobs in town. Your post would be snatched up in no time if you were to pass.
Speaking of parents.
Your fatherâs exact words to your mother were âI hate that you use a highschool mistake to keep me trapped with you forever!â the last time you happened to hear them argue. They were no longer invited to parent-teacher conferences after that.
Itâs a fine reason for him to be angry, but, unfortunately, youâre the highschool mistake he was talking about. The one heâs always talking about whenever they fight. Maybe if you were gone, heâd finally be free. Maybe youâd finally be free from his resentment. He, fortunately enough, rarely lashes out at you directly; however⌠Thereâs always been a distance.
Would he love you more if you were gone? If you saved him from⌠Well, you? Youâve always wanted him to love you, to look at you with something other than anger or resentment. Would he finally be proud of you, for owning up to every horrible thing you are and have done by paying the ultimate price? Would everyone?
Youâre holding the bladed tip of the arrow right against your wrist, almost like a normal person might hold a bracelet to their wrist -- trying it on for size, without really thinking about it.
Suddenly, though, Wadeâs here. And heâs definitely thinking about it. He yanks the arrow out of your hand, accidentally snapping the wood that makes up its length.
âWhat the fuck are you doing?â
âI- Uh, I donât know,â you mumble, embarrassed, because you honestly donât. Being alone with your thoughts gives them the space to grow from their poisoned roots into something dark you donât really recognize as yours.
âYou- You donât know?!â Wade questions, and the unusual severity of his tone stuns you to the point of laughter. âThis isnât fucking funny, what the hell is wrong with you? Why were you-?! What were you-?! What the fuck are you doing?!â
âIâm standing guard. What the fuck are you doing?â you echo dryly, resorting to quips to avoid telling him any more than he already knows.
âIâm freaking out! I canât kill you for apparently wanting to kill you, so thatâs all I can do! I thought you were on antidepressants!â
âI am. Have been for years. They donât cure depression, they make it easier to manage.â
âApparently fucking not! Come on, letâs go talk to somebody and get you an appointment with a psychiatrist. Youâve been on the same prescription all these years, right? Maybe you just need your dosage upped.â Wadeâs not asking, heâs telling, his hand wrapped around your bicep to pull you along, although his grip isnât as tight as youâd expect for a man of his stature, let alone an alpha.
Why does he care so much? Heâs always so gentle, even when you piss him off like this. Tears well up in your eyes but you blink hard. You know heâs been through worse. That most people here have. You have no right to cry.
Wade yells at a surprised Charles Xavier until an appointment is set up, which goes pretty well. Four days after that incident, you meet with the psychiatrist who agrees that upping your dosage is the smartest decision, frankly, sheâs surprised it wasnât done sooner. And, after about a week of your new dosage level, youâre feeling better than ever.
Way better.
âYou⌠Youâd really wanna do that? For everyone to know Iâm yours?â
Ellie nods, cheeks darkened. Youâre straddling her, and the two of you have been trading heated kisses with Yukio. Who wouldâve thought more of the medication you were sure killed your libido before you could even develop one would be what rescued it?
âOf course we would. I know you donât like to stereotype, but some of the stereotypes have truth to them. Weâre⌠Territorial,â Yukio reminds you.
âIâm⌠A beta,â you remind her in a teasing echo of her tone.
âOur beta,â Ellie cuts back in. âAbsolutely perfect.â
âEven if Iâd rather not let you guys, yâknowâŚâ Your hand rubs at the space between your neck and your shoulder - where theyâd likely mark you with their teeth - nervously. â...today? Or go farther than what weâre doing right now?â
âOf course, baby! The fact that youâve even done this muchâŚâ Yukio trails off, looking over you. Your lips are swollen and still slightly parted as you continue to pant a little. The top few buttons of your (well, borrowed from Ellie) flannel are undone.
âWeâre so grateful, and so proud of you,â Ellie continues, drawing your attention back to her. âWeâre willing to wait as long as you need, even if that waiting only ends because youâve decided that being with us like that isnât something you want.â
âI do. I always have, I just⌠I donât know.â
âThe feelingâs still there, in your stomach, right?â Yukio wonders.
âYeah, a little. Itâs like⌠I know itâs not wrong, but something doesnât feel quite right. Maybe I should just try to ignore it, I mean, you two have needs-â
âHey. You know better than that, Y/N. We donât, okay, babe? Not like that. We wanna have sex with you, not- Not hurt you. You understand that, right?â Ellie reassures you.
âI do, I just feel bad for being such a- I donât know, a tease?â
âWe love you. As in, you. If you forced yourself to do something you didnât want to, just for us, how would we forgive ourselves?â Yukio says what sheâs said a million times, but every time it surprises you. You tend to see yourself as only being valuable in what you can offer othersâ protection, a laugh, some good advice every now and then âyou never expect anyone to care for you outside of that. But here they are. Absolutely perfect.
And you were thinking of flinging yourself off a tower a couple weeks ago. Should you tell them? They just think you went for an overdue checkup, which is technically the case. You donât know whatâs worse, hiding it or telling them. Youâll have to talk to Wade, heâs good at giving advice. Might not be good advice, but heâs definitely good at giving it.
âEverything okay, sharpshooter?â Ellie hands gently squeeze your hips to get your attention.
You blink back out of your thoughts, smiling a little and blushing at the nickname.
âYeah, yeah, of course. Sorry, I just zoned out. Iâve had a lot on my mind lately.â
âEverything okay?â your alphas ask, again, in unison. Your alphas. They probably couldnât handle it if you had a problem they couldnât solve, the guilt of not being able to provide for you would overwhelm them.
âYeah, totally,â you reply, because it is, now, especially here with them. Ellie starts to button up your flannel.
âOh, we donât have to-â
Ellie gives you a pointed look, then looks down at her crotch, then back up at you. Your blush deepens.
âYeah, Iâm guessing a cold showerâs in order,â Yukio agrees. âEl, you can go first.â
âWe canât go together?â Ellie asks.
âWell, I donât wanna leave Y/N alone. Our brave little beta did a lot more than usual. Donât want you to feel used, baby,â Yukio explains to you both.
âOh, duh,â Ellie agrees. You give her a quick smooch on the forehead before dismounting her and allowing yourself to be pulled into Yukioâs arms. Ellie grabs some clean clothes and heads off. As soon as the door shuts, Yukio giggles, and you look to her with a curious, confused expression.
âNow youâre all mine to cuddle.â Yukio gloats, kissing the top of your head. âMm⌠You smell really good, babe. New shampoo?â
âIsh, yeah,â you agree, despite the fact that you started using it nearly a month ago at this point. Maybe the body heat you built up from the makeout session made it smell stronger, though.
Yukio keeps sniffing you, but you donât call her out on it. Sheâs a little bit quirky, sure, but thereâs no need to make her feel self-conscious about it when the tickling sensation feels kinda nice. She tosses in a few soft presses of her lips against your skin, too, so itâs not like sheâs the only one who benefits.
Yukio eventually stops this, though, instead requesting to scent you. Youâve told the girls before that they donât have to ask, but theyâ especially Yukio âseem to prefer to. You figure itâs likely to reassure them that you not only tolerate but appreciate their alphahood.
âI love you, you know that? Not just âcause you make me smell like petrichor. Iâm surprised Ellie doesnât spend all day huffing your scent, I⌠I know I would, if I could smell it.â You didnât mean for the sad envy to ring so clearly in your words, but itâs as sharp as a knife, cutting deep enough to make Yukio gasp softly with sympathy as she rubs your wrist against her scent gland, eyes snapping open.
âWell, next time itâs about to rain, weâll go outside, then. Every time itâs about to rain,â Yukio insists. âWho- Who told you?â
âWade. I was just curious. He said Ellie smells like a campfire, the scent even clings like it. He even said I smell a little weird. Most betas smell like something, but Iâm just⌠A blank canvas.â
You feel her rumble a bit with a growl, and her arms wrap tightly around you⌠Protectively? You blush.
âY-Yukio?â you nervously ask, caught off guard. Ellieâs usually more of the growling type. Yukioâs pretty good about keeping her possessiveness and any other ânegativeâ alpha traits in check. This side of her doesnât come out often.
âWhat was he doing that close to you?â she snarls protectively, and if the growl wasnât enough to get your heart racing, that was. âSm- Smelling you?â
âYukes, Wadeâs the same age as my parents. Honestly, heâs- Heâs kinda- Heâs nice to me. Weâre friends. I think if he was going to hurt me, he wouldâve done it by now. You two keep forgetting Iâm just a beta. No one wants a piece of this pie except for you and Ellie.â
âYouâd be surprised at the way some alphas⌠Itâs sick, but they- Because betas, you know, they donât really produce slick like omegas do, and they donât have quite as much give, uh⌠So, some alphas, um, they⌠Just let me hold you, okay?â Yukio requests. âI canât talk about it, itâll make me too mad.â
âI respect that. Thank you. I, uh, I didnât realize that at all, so thank you for helping me be even safer,â you reassure her. Sheâs trembling. âDo you want me to hold you, instead?â
âNo, no, this will make me feel better. I just⌠I love you. Can you justâŚ? Just- Just say youâre mine.â This is a request Yukio has semi-often. When she feels weak in comparison to other alphas, when she feels overshadowed by Ellie, any time she needs reassurance or is just feeling bad, sheâll probably ask. You get it, being hers (and Ellieâs, of course) makes you feel better, too.
âIâm yours, Yukio. Always yours. You make me so happy, both of you. Happier than- You make me feel so-â You get a bit choked up. These girls, these alphas⌠Theyâre so important to you.
âOh, no, baby, please donât cry,â Yukio implores, watching your eyes water. You turn so that your face doesnât just rest on her chest but is buried in it.
âItâs just that no one ever loved me before you two. No one, ever. Not my parents, not my âfriends,â no one. I donât know why Iâve been so emotional lately, Iâm sorry.â
âNo one at all?â Yukio questions, but thatâs the missing puzzle piece, she realizes. Youâre always treating hers and Ellieâs love for you like itâs something you have to earn, no matter how much they insist being yourself is enough. She fully grasps now that itâs never been enough before.
She holds you even tighter.
âMm-mm,â you confirm, shaking your head a little. âYou and Ellie just mean the whole world to me. And- And⌠Wadeâs my friend, too. Can I still, yâknow, spend time with him?â
âYeah, yeah, of course. I just- Heâs a nice guy, but⌠I donât want him to put you in danger. You can handle yourself, though. Canât you, sharpshooter?â Her fingers trickle up your ribs as she says the nickname, making you giggle and squirm.
âAbsolutely, but it is nice to have two strong, sexy alphas take care of me instead every now and then,â you admit, albeit a bit teasingly, blushing softly. You turn back so that you can see her adorable face.
âReally?â Yukio asks, but she knows.
âReally,â you agree with a smile.
âIâm yours, too. You know that, right?â Yukio checks, fiddling with your hair a bit.
âMhm. Itâs nice to hear you say it like that, though.â
âI can think of other ways you might like to hear it,â Yukio flirts.
âYeah, you think so? Show me,â you tease back.
âI willâŚâ Yukio trails off as she trails her finger along your jaw, tipping your head up to the perfect kissing angle and- âEventually, little beta.â
âI- Iâm taller than you,â you weakly protest.
âYour breath still hitched,â Yukio reminds you with a giggle and a gentle tap on the tip of your nose.
You stutter a little more before giving up, burying your face again and whining.
âIâm sorry, Y/N, I just canât help myself. Youâre too cute,â Yukio half-heartedly apologizes, still chuckling to herself as she strokes your back.
Ellie returns from her shower, inky tendrils of hair ruffled around but with no product in.
âSheâs asleep?â Ellie asks, sounding a bit disappointed, but thereâs still a significant amount of fondness in her tone.
âSheâs not,â you mumble back, and both girls chuckle, Yukio untangling herself from you. You canât help but pout a little, already missing the bubblegum-haired alpha.
âI know Yukioâs your favorite, but you could at least act a little bit happy to see me,â Ellie half-jokes, and you smile, pulling (though she doesnât give any resistance) the girl back into your bed. She holds you the same way Yukio did, but you donât really mind the lack of variety.
âYouâre both my favorite,â you argue. Ellie takes a deep breath, likely taking in the way youâre completely embraced by Yukioâs scent.
âI donât think thatâs how favorites work,â she chuckles.
âOut of all the people in the world, you two are both my favorite,â you insist. She takes the hand you have resting on her ribcage and holds it inches from her scent gland. âPlease,â you say, before she can even ask. Ellie takes a whiff again.
âDid she leave anywhere untouched?â She wonders.
âN-not really,â you stutter, because now youâre thinking of where she didnât touch you.
âWell, sheâll have to share a little, then,â Ellie says.
You hum with delight as she scents you.
âYou make a new friend?â Ellie questions.
âHuh?â
âYou smell⌠Different,â she responds, looking at you⌠Well, differently. âLike roses.â
âI have a new-ish shampoo?â You offer, but that just seems to intensify the look.
Your phone rings. Itâs Wade. You wriggle out of Ellieâs loose hold on you, answering.
âHey, you know how Iâm your academic advisor?â
âUh, yeah?â
âWell, apparently, thwarting your suicide attempts isnât my only job. I also have to tell you when they need you in the office, which is now.â
âSeriously?! I didnât even throw that pencil at Richard, and even if I did, he deserved it for being such a-â
âOh, right! Shouldâve opened with the good news. Your parents are here to visit.â
âWhat?! Thatâs-â You sigh, not wanting to alarm Ellie any more than you already have. âOkay. Iâll be there. Just give me a second to get dressed.â
âWow, no shame at all. I salute you. Toodles!â Wade hangs up before you realize he misunderstood you.
âWhatâs wrong?â Ellie asks.
âNothing, just⌠My parents are here.â
âYour⌠Parents?â
âKind of have to have those to exist, usually,â you remark, and she snorts.
âI know- I- Well, weâve known each other for a while, and you donât really talk about them, so I sort of assumedâŚâ Ellie trails off.
âOh, um, yeah, no, theyâre very alive,â you confirm with an awkward chuckle.
âRight. Iâll go get âKio, and weâll all go, okay?â
âUh- Um- Yeah.â
âWhat is it?â
âMy parents, they kind of⌠They- I love you. And Iâm not ashamed of you.â
âBut theyâll be ashamed of you,â Ellie understands.
âI havenât seen them in so long, they donât even know that I like girls, let alone that Iâm dating two, or that theyâre both alphas⌠I want you and Yukio to come with me, but, if they start to- If theyâre how they are, I-â
âGive my energy to helping you instead of hurting them,â Ellie uses Piotrâs words.
âPerfect,â you agree, and Ellie smiles back, but it falters. You didnât mean to worry her so much.
âIâll go get Yukio. You get changed, okay?â
âMhm,â you agree, and she heads off to the bathroom. You steal one of Ellieâs band tees and an oversized cardigan of Yukioâs for comfort, finding a pair of high-waisted bottoms to tuck the tee shirt in. You throw on a pair of sneakers, and when the girls emerge from the bathroom, you pop in to freshen up.
Once youâre done, Yukioâs caught up on the situation and the three of you make your way to the front offices.
Wade meets you outside.
âOh em gee, Y/N, youâll never believe it, I actually went to high school with both of your parents.â
âUh⌠Cool?â You respond, because youâre not entirely sure how to.
âYeah, uh, I get now that itâs probably not really good news that theyâre here, huh? No wonder I found you doing that the other day.â
âDoing what?â Yukio and Ellie ask, though for some reason, Ellieâs is tinged with suspicion, maybe even anger.
âI- Listen, itâs not a big deal, I got my prescription updated and all that good stuff, okay?â You prime them. âI was thinking about killing myself the other day and Wade caught me.â
âThinking?! Youâre gonna call holding the fucking tip of an arrow to your wrist thinking?!â
âWhy didnât you tell us?â Ellie sounds as angry as Wade does, but she looks pained. This is why you didnât tell them.
âHey, she doesnât need this right now,â Yukio argues, but she looks hurt, too.
âI mean, I was just considering if it would be more painful than jumping off of the turret,â you mumble, your defense embarrassingly weak.
âWeâll talk about this later,â Ellie decides, and Yukio nods. You three follow Wade to Xavierâs office. Wade breezes in, but youâre practically stuck in the doorway, nervous to look at even the backs of their heads, before they turn around.
âY/N,â your mom says with a grin, but you know all too well how fake that is. She approaches you, pulls you into a hug, and you want nothing more than to push her away and scrub yourself clean. She doesnât really love you. The second you speak out of turn, or make a mistake, or give her any excuse, sheâll remind you of your worth. (Or, rather, the lack thereof.)
She slips back into her seat next to your father, in front of the desk where Xavier sits, simply observing.
âItâs been so long,â your father says, but his smile is almost blatantly fake. âYour hair, itâs different.â
âLike you said, itâs been a while,â you say, giving a grimace and an awkward chuckle.
âI donât think I like it,â he says, like heâs giving his opinion on a sculpture in an art exhibit by some long-dead artist who doesnât care what he thinks. Like itâs something just⌠Objective.
âNot sure what to do about that,â you reply sheepishly.
You donât fully realize that youâre holding Ellieâs hand until she squeezes it reassuringly, three times. A secret code. You step further in to make room for the girls.
âSo, uh, I have to ask⌠Why the sudden visit?â
âWell, we got an e-mail about your medicine, and we wanted to come check on you. Make sure this is the right environment for you,â your mother explains.
âYou werenât sure before you stopped talking to me for two years?â You half-joke, playing dumb.
âHas it really been two years?â A normal person would be asking this rhetorically, and theyâd be embarrassed. Your mother, though, is simply trying to gaslight you.
âLonger,â you assure her.
âI thought this place was supposed to provide conversion therapy,â your father says, eyeing your hand, then Ellieâs other hand. âYouâre such a fucking liar,â he hisses to your mother.
âWow, maybe my mom dying when I was young was for the best. Better than this for sure,â Wade jokes, gently elbowing your side. You chuckle, grateful for even the slightest ounce of comic relief.
âYouâre even more of a freak than you were in high school.â You squeeze Ellieâs hand tight as your fatherâs expression darkens even further.
âFunny you should say that, considering-â
âWade,â your mother cuts him off.
Thatâs weird, to say the least. You just file that away for later. You have bigger fish to fry, like surviving this visit.
âY/N, whyâd you go for a check-up at all? You barely needed the anti-depressants in the first place,â your mother wonders.
âBecause it wasnât barely. Why else would they raise the dosage?â You ask, and the expression on her face is as stupid as the question she asked.
âDonât speak to her that way,â your father scolds, like he didnât just call your mother a fucking liar himself. âYou are so ungrateful for everything weâve done for you, do you realize that?â
âIâm sorry, what have you done for her, exactly? Answer quickly, please,â Ellie retorts.
âEl-â you start, but realize this isnât anger, but advocacy.
âWell, we sheltered and fed her for over a decade,â your father remarks, smirking like heâs won.
âThatâs your job!â Wade argues.
âMr. and Mrs. L/N⌠I politely asked that you refrain from visiting the campus, and while I appreciate your concern for Y/Nâs well-being, I must ask that you remain respectful of her, her fellow students, and my staff. Causing unnecessary conflict is exactly the reason you were almost banned when you last visited,â Professor Xavier finally speaks.
âAlmost banned?!â Wade wheezes.
âYeah,â you sigh, and Wadeâs laughter immediately ceases. âI was cheating in school, according to- To Dad.â The word is poison in your mouth.
âCome on, we all know youâre not smart enough to get those grades on your own. Probably screwing some teacher, just like Mom.â
âThatâs enough,â Ellie snarls, eyes glowing orange.
âI never screwed a teacher!â Your mother protests at the same time.
âOh, thatâs right, you just blew Mr. Morin. My bad. Wow, Y/N, you really must be something special for all these alphas to be fawning over you. Maybe I did fuck up once or twice, after all, Iâve heard daddy issues-â
âWell, you visited! Now get the fuck out,â Wade chirps.
âMr. L/N, must I repeat myself? I know you and Mrs. L/N were interested in a tour. Perhaps a less crowded area would help ease your minds,â Xavier reminds you all of his presence once more.
âThat sounds like a great idea,â your father agrees.
âIâm starting to get a bit of a headache, maybe you could show us your room first and I could lie down for a bit in there?â
âI-â You look to the girls, not wanting them to have to deal with her alone.
âActually, Miss Phimister and Miss Kitsuna would be perfect additions to a rescue team. The orphanage your friend Russell came from was actually part of a network for mutant trafficking, and we found another hub in Maine. The jet takes off in fifteen minutes, and you two will be back in time for dinner. Better get ready and briefed.â
âBut-â Yukio starts, looking to you.
âGo, be superheroes,â you tell them, and they head out. âUh, how about we swing by the library first, to give them time to change, and then to our room?â
âYou share a room with them? Somehow, Iâm not surprised.â
âWe were roommates before we started dating,â you correct him.
âDating⌠Aw, I bet you really think thatâs what it is, too. Having parents in a sham of a marriage really did a number on you, huh?â Your father condescends.
âYou know, itâs pretty fucked up how fixated you are on her sexuality. Do you like to picture it, you goddamn creep?â Wade defends you, and your skin crawls. Youâd never thought of it that way before.
âLetâs just get that tour started, âkay?â You squeak. The sooner you get this over with, the sooner theyâll be on their way, hopefully.
âGood idea, Y/N,â Wade says. âCome on, Textbook, letâs go.â
âYou didnât just call me-â
âOh, but I did, Textbook. Hey, Y/N, did you know that was your dadâs nickname in highschool? âCause he was so fuckinâ easy to shove in a locker.â
You cover your mouth with your hand, trying not to laugh and failing.
âJust show us the library already, Y/N,â your mother says, pinching the bridge of her nose.
You take your parents to the library, as requested. Wade keeps pace with you while your parents fall back. You canât hear their exact words, but you know your parents are bickering.
âYou never said it was this bad.â
âItâs not that bad. Itâs definitely been worse,â you admit, busying your eyes with the paintings that line the walls so that you donât have to meet Wadeâs gaze. You might just cry if you do; you can feel the sympathy radiating off of him.
In these past few months, Wadeâs been more of a father than your dad, even more of a mother than your mom, but for some reason that doesnât make you feel more justified in how you feel about your parents. In fact, it just makes you feel worse, and even if youâve never actually expressed it, youâre still ashamed of the fact that you wish Wade was your father instead. He actually cares, while your parents are simply legally obligated.
From the day you met, Wadeâs always been there for you. If you were to tell your parents what you almost did the other day, theyâd just call you attention-seeking and insult you in other ways. All theyâd do is make you want to try again.
You and Wade stop at the entrance to the library and wait for your parents to catch up. They do, and you open the double doors to reveal the room.
âItâs like Beauty and the Beast,â your mother gapes.
âI thought so, too,â you agree, attempting a smile, but your parents just ignore you, wandering around the large room. Your mother excuses herself after a few minutes of spinning, saying that the dizziness is making her headache worse.
âAll these books and youâre still⌠The way you are,â your father comments, looking at you with such disdain.
âWinner of the science fair with her loving partners, three years in a row?â Wade questions. âOh, or maybe youâre talking about the fact that sheâs a published poet. How embarrassing for you, Iâm sure.â
âWade,â you protest under your breath, embarrassed. They donât even know that stuff. After middle school, you stopped telling them about your accomplishments. You figured out that all theyâd do is ruin them for you.
âNo, no, trust me. Itâs more about the fact that sheâs slutting around with alphas and wonât even save us the embarrassment of them being girls,â you father spats.
âThatâs enough,â Wade snarls.
âOh, thatâs right, we canât forget that sheâs yours, too. I guess anything with a dick is daddy considering I was too busy putting food on the table to play dollies,â he remarks, and you suddenly feel light-headed.
âSeriously, Textbook, I really donât want to hurt you, especially not in front of Y/N, but I fucking will if you make me.â
âJust go,â you urge Wade, starting to feel a bit dizzy, surely from the stress. You brace yourself on him, disguising it as a touch meant to comfort him. He looks concerned as the edges of your vision start to darken a little.âI- What youâre doing, I appreciate it, but-â
âYou appreciate it? You appreciate him disrespecting me, disrespecting our family?!â
âOur family?!â You finally snap. âAll I ever wanted was for you to love me, and you couldnât do that. You just couldnât. And now weâre a family?! No. No, youâŚâ You start to pant, your face feeling even hotter than before. âYou⌠I hate you,â you manage to get out before your world goes completely dark.
âFuck yeah, Y/N! Iâm so prou-â
But when Wade turns to you, youâre halfway to the ground. He catches you, though, and he catches a whiff of something⌠Familiar.
Lavender. Itâs not just the Wilson scent, sure, but itâd be too much of a coincidence. You smell just like him. You are him, or, rather, made of him.
Heâs torn between ecstatic and furious.
âHey, can we get some help over here?â your father calls out to no one. Itâs not a school day, and lots of students are out on missions. He reaches out to you for once in your life, but Wadeâs now sitting on the floor, cradling you in his arms.
âNo,â Wade argues. âNot yours. Mine.â
âWhat?â You father asks incredulously. âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â
âSheâs. Not. Yours,â Wade repeats, and the more he inhales your scent, the more out of control yet calm he feels. Like heâs in the eye of a hurricane. âMy baby. Mine.â
âYouâre not sayingâŚâ your father trails off as Wade gets up, still cradling you. Wade has to take you to your room; help make you a nest, now. He can smell it on you.
Youâre in heat.
He gets to your room quickly, practically tossing you onto your bed. Wait⌠Isnât your mom supposed to be here?
And thatâs when he hears the sound of pills spilling onto the floor.
He nearly rips the bathroom door off of its hinges. Luckily, your mother spilled what Wade quickly realizes is suppressants, and not your prescription.
âYou. You couldâve killed her. You are very, very lucky that my baby-â
âOur baby,â your mother corrects.
âNo, you take pills, you canât even smell her, let alone feel her like I can. It- Itâs so much it fucking hurts. Iâll say it again, youâre very lucky my baby is in heat, or your arteries would be emptying in that shower. Now, go. Donât come back.â
You groan in pain, stirring, and your mother takes Wadeâs advice. Wade calls Yukio. Then Ellie. Then Yukio. Then Ellie.
âWhat the fuck, dude?!â
âYou need to turn around. Now. I donât have the time to explain. Itâs Y/N.â
âIs she okay?â Ellie, always skeptical, asks.
âObviously fucking not, or I wouldnât be calling. Sheâs in heat.â
âBut-â
âI said that I donât have time to explain, fucking turn around! Iâm on the verge of going fucking feral, Ellie. You both need to get here, now.â
âWade, get out,â Ellie immediately demands.
âI canât,â he admits.
âGet out! Shit, Wolverine! We need to turn around!â
âI canât. Itâs not like that I swear, itâs⌠Iâm going fucking crazy, just one of you will do, but someone needs to get here.â
âWade, go.â
âI would never hurt her! Come home!â Wade barks before hanging up. He returns to your room to find youâve made a nest instinctively - thank goodness for Yukioâs affinity for pillows and blankets - and now youâre curled up in pain in the center of it.
âWade,â you whimper. Heâs scared to step closer, not sure if heâs what you want, even if you despise who you thought was your father. âWhatâs happening to me? Everything hurts.â
âI really donât know how to say this, but⌠Youâre in heat.â
âBut Iâm a beta,â you argue, wrapping your arms around yourself.
âThatâs what we all thought. But⌠Remember how you didnât smell like anything before? Uh, let me start over. When did you start on your anti-depressants?â
âI was about twelve,â you confirm, not sure what that means.
âYeah, I think those were suppressants. That itâs always been suppressants, no matter what the bottles said. Until you got a prescription without your mother knowing. Do you understand why your mother would do that?â
You shake your head, and he approaches the bed, sitting down carefully as not to disturb your work.
âHer boyfriend around the time she got pregnant with you was a beta. We know him as Textbook,â Wade teases, before continuing: âBut, what no one realizes is that he was at Niagara Falls on spring break around the time when you were conceived, and she was hanging out with her next-door neighbor the whole time. Her next-door neighbor was me.â
âOh, so Iâm your highschool mistake,â you say, connecting the dots.
âHuh?â
âHa, well, whenever my parents- Well, I guess not my parents, but thatâs beside the point, uh, whenever they argue and it gets really bad, my father- Well, not my father, but, uh-â
âContinue,â Wade urges.
âBasically, sometimes he uses âa mistake I made in highschoolâ as code for âY/N,ââ you explain. âBut the truth is, Iâm the mistake you made in highschool.â
âYouâre not a mistake,â he disagrees. âYouâre- Youâre one of the best things thatâs ever happened to me. Lots of things are made by accident, but that doesnât make them mistakes! Penicillin, potato chips, Post-It notes, popsicles! They were never supposed to exist but they do and the world is much better off with them in it.â
âYou really do have a lot of useless knowledge,â you realize.
âSo do you, thatâs why our team always wins trivia night.â Wade slips off his boots, joining you in your rearranged bed. âCâmere,â he suggests, guiding your head to his neck.
âSâreally you,â you mumble, already weary, and Wade worries for whatâs to come. He almost doesnât even want to let the girls in. He could get you pain medicine, he could probably even find sedatives. Then no one would ever be able to even touch you, let alone hurt you. âLavender. You never mentioned the lavender, just the sandalwood.â
âI didn't think youâd be impressed,â Wade admits.
âItâs relaxing,â you tell him. âItâs nice to have things in common with someone.â
âYou smell like roses, too, not just lavender,â he makes sure you know.
âYeah, but I think thatâs mostly concentrated in an area Iâd rather not discuss with you.â
âWell, just make sure that if you do decide to do anything more with them than cuddle, which I can gladly go through the rest of my life without knowing, bee-tee-dubs, that the girls are wearing alpha condoms, especially if one of them knots you. Standard condoms work in a pinch if itâs just for one, yâknow, go, but for heats theyâre basically useless because of everything I just said. If they hurt you, I will make their deaths look like accidents.â
âSânot like I can get pregnant anywayâŚâ You mumble, embarrassed. âIâm- Iâm really glad itâs you. I- I wished so many times that it was you instead of him. Ow, ugh, that one was bad,â you groan, massaging your stomach.
Meanwhile, on the jet, Ellie is furious with herself.
âYukio, you donât get it, I smelled her. She smelled like an omega, but I thought- I assumed she was cheating on us. That maybe she didnât want to be with us like that was because she wanted to- I donât know, to be on top? It seems so stupid now.â
âHey, I noticed she smelled different, too. There were other signs we both missed, anyways. Think about how emotional sheâs been lately, or how much farther weâve been going in other ways. How clingy sheâs been, too.â
âI guess I didnât really notice it because I liked her being more open and needing us more,â Ellie admits. âShe- She almost fucking killed herself. And I thought cheating was what she was hiding. I- I just-â
âYou canât beat yourself up over it,â Yukio insists. âWeâre on our way back, and Wadeâs there to protect her.â
Speaking of Wade being there to protect you, he continues to comfort you as the pain gets worse.
âSâtoo hot,â you complain, and he releases you from his hold, rising from the bed. He knows heâll have to leave you soon, because youâre likely going to need privacy before the girls get home, but itâs hard to part from you knowing youâre in pain.
âIâm gonna get you some water, okay? And after that, Iâm just gonna stand guard outside the door until your girls get here. I know thereâs some stuff you need to do, and thatâs only gonna get worse.â
âItâs already awful,â you admit, and he chuckles.
âGood luck, kid. I love you.â
Wade gets a case of bottled water from the schoolâs industrial-sized pantry, bringing it to your room and tearing it open for you before leaving once more. You take one, immediately guzzling it down.
In privacy, you take off Yukioâs cardigan and your bottoms, leaving you in Ellieâs tee shirt and your underwear. You decide to go ahead and free yourself from the constriction that is your bra, feeling a bit embarrassed that youâre not leaving much to the girlsâ imagination for your first time together. You eventually decide to undress completely, wondering when the hell your girls are gonna get here.
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In a peacetime modern AU of SPOP where the characters are fans of a show similar to our SPOP, how would they engage in fandom? For example: Who would ship whom? Who would write fic or draw art? Who would write or draw smut?? Who would have a wall of theories with evidence connected by a web of threads? Who would do their own thing shipping a rare pair and who would be a card carrying popular ship shipper? Who would strongly empathise with their parallel character and who would just not get them at all? Would anyone cosplay? Which older adult would shock the young'uns by saying 'Well I wouldn't say no...' as they sip their tea from the doorway? (Obviously answer as much or as little as you like!)
Ooooh! Great ask.
Glimmer declares the show the best thing ever (because it's pink and princessy and kicks ass), and the best friend squad watches it religiously. Adora doesn't really get what the big deal with shipping is supposed to be, but she think it's neat that Netossa and Spinnerella is a couple. Lowkey ships Glimmer with Bow because she likes the idea of childhood friends falling in love with each other. Also, she really likes it when the title character gets a horse. Hangs out a lot in fandom space but doesn't really produce content, at least until Bow and Glimmer manages to talk her into writing down some of her many, many theories of how the show will turn out and just what the logistics network through the whispering woods are supposed to look like. She secretly worries when one of her posts don't get as much attention as the last one.
Bow is just hung up on poor Catra and want for her to get some love. Mostly he cheers on Scorpia, but he would ship Catra with Adora or even Double Trouble in desperation for someone to take the cat away from the hole she spend most of the series in. He takes up sewing and makes a point of cosplaying every single princess. Comments on everyone's fanfic and likes everyone's posts.
Glimmer sees a bit of herself in Catra (because she too knows the pain of having a mother who doesn't understand her). She totally ships the cat-girl with the glitter princess and writes really messed up fanfics about them. So much passion. So much delicious, delicious self-destruction. Practically drools at the end of season 4 and all the angst that goes down there. She regularly asks Bow to beta read and traumatises him badly. Gets into fan-fights on social media about stupid shit. Cosplays Catra on a con and makes out with a Glimmer cosplayer.
Angella vaguely recalls the first show from when she was young and earns some much needed mom-points with Glimmer when she digs up a mint condition original She-Ra+Swift Wind toy from a carefully labelled box in the basement. She ships Glimmer with Bow because she really likes that boy. Micah used to watch the show as a kid and had a bit of a crush on the original She-Ra. Ships Bow with Sea Hawk and cheerfully fills the hashtag #SeaBow with memes at least a decade out of fashion. Mortifies his daughter when he take them to a con and insists on cosplaying as Hordak. Ends up in the bar together with George and Lance and sings karaoke to My Little Pony-songs.
George and Lance don't really get the show but are happy to take the kids to con. Cosplays as characters from old Belgian comics.
Catra thinks the show is silly (and watches every episode passionately. Shut up. Just humouring Scorpia, is all). She thinks the Catra character in the show is a wimp, but ships her with Double Trouble because she likes it when villains get their way. Draws really good fanart. A bit of a troll on social media because its so fun to rile up people like Glimmer.
Scorpia ships Catra and Adora and cries just as much as Bow in the First One's Temple part of season 1. She is completely floored by the large, femme and kinda clumsy Scorpia character hooking up with the beautiful, beautiful Perfuma because... um... Writes really bad but 100% heartfelt self insert fanfics. Draws stick figures of Perfuma and Scorpia holding hands. Reads and re-reads her favourite fanfics until her eyes are red from crying and in the end leaves a shy little "it was good"-comment for the last chapter. Tries to work up the courage to go to a con and talk to other fans. Wants to cosplay but has too bad self esteem.
Entrapta thinks the robots are unscientific for reasons she is happy to write hundreds of blog posts about. Ships Darla with the Velvet Glove (the word 'docking' is used extensively). Considers Hordak a total hottie and draws really - and I mean really - explicit fan art. Spends her first convention on the parking lot trying to fix her Emily cosplay.
Lonnie rage-quits watching the show the moment Adora leaves the Horde but thinks Adora and Mermista should just do it already.
Kyle ships Bow with an OC named Lyle who everyone likes and no one makes fun of. Has written a ten chapter fanfic which no one has commented.
Rogelio ships Tung Lashor with Sea Hawk. His fanart can melt through steel.
Sea Hawk ships EVERYONE with Merm-iiiiiiiiiista. Runs ten different fan-events simultaneously. Mermista just ships Adora with Lonnie or whatever. They do duo-cosplay on cons, much to Mermista's embarrassment.
Perfuma ships Entrapta with Hordak, writes post after post exploring their psychosocial dynamic and is downright gleeful when it becomes canon. Spends the cons friend-momming on the rest of the group and makes sure they are all hydrated.
Frosta thinks shipping is stupid and want to see more of princesses teaming up and beating the shit out of the bad guys with the power of friendship. Also has a really detailed backstory for her OC. Only ask if you have plenty of time. Has a pretty good Glimmer cosplay.
Huntara ships Juliette with Castaspella and writes surprisingly sweet fics about them crushing on each other. Keeps order on social media.
Castaspella ships Shadow Weaver with Angella and writes fanfic that could easily be published as high class erotica. She's a really good commentor on other people's fics, giving tons of support and little constructive hints where she feels it might be well received.
Juliette has better things to do than watching a children's cartoon, but she does enjoy some of Castaspella's stories.
Spinnerella ships Catra and Adora and is just so proud when it turns out to be canon. Tells everyone who wants to listen how little representation was available in her first fandom and how far things have come.
Netossa ships Adora and Mermista and draws really hot fanart of them making out in gym showers and the like. Prefers modern aus and couldn't care less about canon as long as it gives her hot characters to play with.
Shadow Weaver doesn't ship anyone because no one is worthy of the love of Adora who is the only worthwhile character. Writes a 40+ chapter story about a badly out-of-character Adora who takes over the Horde and laughs at her enemies from the throne. Is enraged when people dare having the wrong opinion about things but can't tell them so because she feels social media is beneath her. Secretly reads Castaspella's fanfic.
Horde Prime ships Horde Prime with Shadow Weaver. She is written completely out of character in a rather insulting and sexist way. Completely insufferable on social media and insist on everyone signing up to his headcanon.
Hordak says he doesn't ship anyone because romance is silly. Cries over Adora's redemption arc when he thinks no one watches and ships her with Glimmer because he just wants to the poor, rejected Horde soldier lost in a strange land she doesn't understand to get some love and kindness.
Wrong Hordak ships Scorpia with Perfuma because love finds a way. Draws the purest fluff you'll ever see.
Double Trouble trolls social media at every turn and gleefully ships the most messed up shit they can think of. Shadow Weaver and Perfuma, Catra and Sea Hawk, Angella and Hordak, Horde Prime and Swift Wind... Also ships the characters they deem to have most dramatic potential to derail the story such as Entrapta and Hordak, Glimmer and Catra, Glimmer and Double Trouble... kinda has a low key crush on the sparkly character but denies it if anyone asks. Really good at cosplay and runs a tutorial at the cons.
Swift Wind thinks there are too few horse characters. Ships Swift Wind with Rainbow Dash.
Light Hope only ships canon pairings because by definition canon is the only thing that is valid. Writes long, convoluted predictions that she updates after every episode. She gets an existential crisis when her predictions don't pan out in canon.
Mara ships Adora and Glimmer. Still gets hot and fussy every time she thinks of the s1 hot spring scene. Wants the hardworking perfectionist to get love.
Razz write novel length stories where she ship a character mentioned in passing in an unpublished Dickens novel with her old middle school math teacher. No one has any idea what she is going on about or why she posts it in the she-ra tag, but her stories are good and she's a complete delight at cons, so she's welcome in the fandom.
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Not by the Moon | 05
Genre: Smut, Romance, Strangers to Lovers, Drama, Tragedy, Werewolf AU, Supernatural AU, Bookshop AU
Pairing: Bookshop keeper!/Werewolf!JB x Reader
Warnings:Â A sprinkle of grumpy jealous werewolf!Jaebeom who gets a wee bit violent, tooth-rotting domestic fluff, werewolf courting, sexual tension, werewolf!Jaebeom acting like a pup, and poor yet adorable attempts at coming across as human.
Summary: Every story has a purpose or goal it is dedicated to, their authors at times going to great lengths to see the project they once started to completion. Nevertheless, the things the writers swore on to see their latest art piece to completion are static.
Unchanging.
None of them swore by the Moon nor Love because they can solely genuinely swear on all that changes like themselves.
And yet, a wolf in love foolishly swore by the moon.
That is when Time truly started ticking.
Authorâs Note: This chapter is from Y/Nâs POV. Bam and Jinyoung make a cameo.
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Wonderful as a trip abroad might be, thereâs nothing that can compare to the secret feeling of relief when returning home. No longer there is luggage to drag along, languages to swap between, or cultures to assimilate to. While it is in good fun, itâs also physically and mentally exhausting. Henceforth, coming home is like a cozy blanket to wrap around your shoulders by the fire on a cold November day. And once youâre bundled up, it is time to breathe easy and rest.
Although, home is not necessarily a place. In fact, mine has made good on his promise and puppy dreams, standing in the crowd to pick me up.
âY/N,â a familiar voice calls out as we enter the hall of arrivals, âover here!â
Manes tucked away under a dark red beanie and wearing a simple black jacket over an oversized black shirt, Jaebeom waves to pull attention to himself.
âWhoâs that?â Bam follows my gaze to the adorable tall man as we make our way through the crowd of trolleys, suitcases, hellos and goodbyes. âIs that the dude youâve been texting and calling?â
âHe is,â I whisper in reply as we approach him. With every step, the storm of butterflies in my stomach worsens although I feel light as air at the same time. Happiness in Love is a strange thing.Â
âSo thatâs your boyfriend,â my colleague purrs. He sounds pleased in the way I imagine heâd sound if he was my older brother.
I whip my head around, tongue-tied but not enough to protest the assumption. âHeâs not my boyfriend!â
Bam merely chuckles to himself, grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he continues. âSure he isnât, Y/N. After all, youâve not been touching your lips and turning into a blushy mess afterwards. Or keeping those books you have with you close at all times, looking at them fondly.â
âOf course I am.â Jaebeom jumps into the conversation when weâve reached him, acting as if heâs heard our conversation perfectly through the ruckus of the crowd. The sparkle in his eyes dims and turns into a poisonous glare when he notices the guy besides me. âWho are you?â
âJB, this is Kunpimook.ââ I gesture from one to the other, jaw clenched in the hope the wolf man wonât actively show the hostility harboured in his gaze. ââThe colleague I told you about.â
âJust call me Bam.â Politely, he holds out his hand.
âIm Jaebeom,â the other man introduces himself, fortunately accepting the gesture howbeit with a strained expression. âHer boyfriend.â
âHey, you must be Y/N.â Holding a tray with three coffee cups in it, a young man joins our company.Â
Like Jaebeom, who has proudly proclaimed himself my boyfriend, he is tall, slender yet muscular in build and has black hair. Nevertheless, whereas Jaebeom has a flair of being unapproachable, the stranger has a boyish air around him thatâs open for contact.
He moves the carrier from his right hand to his left for a handshake. âIâm Jinyoung.â
Immediately, bells start ringing at the mention of his name. After all, there hasnât been a single call the past week wherein he wasnât mentioned. âJaebeomâs told me about you. Youâre a professor at the university here, right?â
âI am,â he beams, his proud tone indicating how much he likes his job. âI teach Mythology. Itâs a course that encompasses folklore around the world, so itâs fairly broad.â
âYou teach only one course?â
âI do, but Iâm also a doctor. Well, still studying to be one officially, but Iâm allowed to work at the universityâs clinic already.â
 âWow.ââ A professor and a doctor. Thereâs little else I can say as a mere travel journalist, so I just try to remain casual despite being utterly gobsmacked.Â
âI know, itâs a lot. Nevertheless, somehow I manage to do it and occasionally write an article.â
How does he do it? Heâs likely not that much older than I, but heâs evidently busier than I am.
âShow-off.â The grumbled insult interferes with the friendly conversation. The focus of Jaebeomâs glare has changed targets from Bam to the professor. However, the latter doesnât seem to notice his friendâs chagrin.
âIâm simply introducing myself, Jay. Here,â Jinyoung hands him one of the paper cups from the carrier, âyour apple and cinnamon tea.â
âYou drink tea now?â I raise an eyebrow, surprised. It sounds like a strange concept because Iâve never seen him drink anything but black coffee.
âDoctorâs orders,â JB murmurs in response, discontent and keeping a close eye on Bam as he nips the warm beverage.
âIâve put him on tea, preferably green, to lower the caffeine levels in his blood. Otherwise, heâll be staying up all night reading and trying to cook. Oh,â he reaches for something in his pocket, pulling out a small bottle like the one JB showed me in the park and handing it to his friend, âyou forgot your meds.â
âYouâre on medication?â Bam asks without any implications or judgment. The funny thing is, despite being extroverted and extravagant - extra, in general - he actually studied psychology and thought about becoming a psychiatrist for a while. Therefore, he has a general interest in medicine and its function of helping the human psyche.
âWouldnât you like to know?â Jaebeom sneers sarcastically, his voice closer to a growl than human speech. Then, he turns his attention to Jinyoung, who continues to hold his calm. âWhy are you giving this to me now? Couldnât you wait until weâre back? Iâm not gonna take them in front of some stranger, especially not someone close to her. Besides, what does skipping one time or by a few hours matter?â
âJay, donât be like this,ââ the young professor sighs. ââYou know how important timing is, especially with this new treatment.â
âYouâre embarrassing me.â
âIâm not.â
âYou are!â
A nudge against my shoulder distracts me from the fierce bickering, Bam lowly whispering heâs leaving for home as well as an apology for what he has unleashed. I answer in a similar fashion when promising to call him later and apologizing for putting him into this situation. He merely waves dismissively, unbothered, and disappears in the crowd of trolleys and journeying strangers.
âOkay, okay, thatâs enough,â I intervene lest the situation gets out of hand. A hand on his chest, I try to distract Jaebeom by shifting his focus to me. âLetâs go search for somewhere quiet around here where itâs just us. Itâs important to me too you take your meds.â
âLetâs just go home.â His features soften, compromising like I did that day in the bookshop and didnât want to eat. âIâll take them in the car, alright?â
âWhy do you have to be cross with me about it when you readily accept to take them when Y/N tells you to?â Jinyoung crosses his arms in defiance, lips pulled into a displeased pout.
 âBecause sheâs my mate,â Jaebeom argues, sure to show his teeth. Withal, he turns into a gentle giant again once he wraps an arm around my waist and looks down at me with so much adoration I feel my cheeks burning up. âGirlfriend, I mean. Weâre dating, so sheâs my girlfriend.â
âWeâve only been out together once,â I sputter. Itâs wonderful to hear the affirmation weâre an item, although I still think itâs a bit too early to claim we are.
âTwice after today. And weâve kissed,â he corrects me, tone indicating there is no use in protesting. Nevertheless, the sternness wavers as it warms into merriment. âI got you something. Iâll give it to you once weâre home.â
Jinyoung leans in as we head to the exit, whispering. âHe went kinda overboard.â
âI didnât,â Jaebeom growls. âStop embarrassing me. Know your fucking place.â
âBoys,â I sigh in warning.
Both lower their head and let out a whimper in apology. âSorry.â
âThis is where you live?â Jinyoung parks the car in front of the tall white brick building overlooking the quay at the edge of town.
âWow...â Jaebeom murmurs in the passenger seat, awed by the fact I live on the east side of town. Itâs a recently redeveloped area, the warehouses refurbished into apartment complexes to help combat the growing housing issue.
âI do. Not for much longer, though.â
Both men turn in their seats, looking at me as if Iâm insane.
 âYouâre moving out?â The professor asks, although itâs more of an exclamation than a question. âWhy would you leave this place? Itâs one of the most desired places to live within the city.â
However, JB doesnât care about the reason which makes me want to leave the neighbourhood behind. Instead, heâs anxious to know where to find me. âWhere will you go?â
âDo you know those orchards on the outskirts of town? With the old cottages?â Both nod as confirmation. âWell, thatâs where Iâll be moving to. Iâve been meaning to get out of the city for a while. Granted, the harbour district isnât as busy as the city centre. But, despite being only twenty-two, I crave the silence of the countryside. Or, rather, its tranquility which I can also find in the suburbs.â
âYouâre twenty-two?â Jaebeom asks, head tilted to the side.
 âI am,ââ I admit as I pull my knees up to make myself as small as possible. ââI never mentioned it because I didnât think itâd matter. Does it, though?â
My voice is hardly audible, a frog stuck in my throat. Why did I have to be the one to bring this up?
âNo, not at all! I still like you. A lot. A lot, a lot. But, Iâm older than you. Quite a bit, I think.â
âHow old?â The question barely rolls off the tongue, pale with dread.
Please, donât let there be too big of an age gap.
âIâm twenty...â He looks at Jinyoung, brow furrowed.
âTwenty-eight,â the good doctor whispers, unconscious of the fact that the well-meant reminder is loud enough for me to hear.
âTwenty-eight,â Jaebeom confirms, staring back at me in anticipation. âSix years difference. Does it matter? To you, I mean. In how you see me?â
âIt doesnât. Do you see me differently?â
âI never did.â
âAge is only a number, after all,â the professor pitches in to cheer us up further. âAnyway, Iâm dropping you off here.â
âCanât you stay?â Surely I canât let him leave without at least thanking him with a cup of coffee or tea.
âIâd love to, but- Donât you snarl at me.â He points an accusing finger at JB, whoâs showing his teeth and lowly growling like he did at the airport.
Caught red-handed, the wolfish man feigns ignorance and stares out the window. However, his sulky expression and scoff betray his true feelings.
âAs I was saying,â Jinyoung continues after an exasperated sigh, âIâd love to, but I get to attend an interesting transplant operation today and have a bit of research to do for a new article.â
âThatâs a shame. I owe you a cup of coffee, then. Thatâs the least I can do to repay you for driving me home.â
âIâll make good on that promise soon. But for now, go on, you two.â He motions for us to get out of the car. âDonât make it awkward by making me the third wheel.â
âJinyoung.â Hesitantly, the big wolf man holds up his fist.
âNo hard feelings.â He bumps his fist against JBâs.
âGood.â The seat belt comes undone, but Jaebeom doesnât move to step outside yet. Instead, he leans in towards Jinyoung and takes a whiff, squinting as invisible question marks float in the air. âYou smell weird, though.â
âReally?â The other man sniffs the collar of his jacket, shrugging casually in jest. âItâs not that bad.â
âJinyoung.â Despite still looking a bit pale with remorse, the wolf man says the professorâs name harshly, his voice deep as he chastises the turn to humour. He grows still, gaze focused on his friend as he tries to look for whatâs unspoken in the otherâs body language.
However, there is nothing to see. Although, if there actually is something off, the professor hides it well. But Jaebeom doesnât get the chance to scrutinize him long enough to see for himself because Jinyoung turns back to the wheel and waves dismissively. âIâm alright, Jae. Go. Have fun with your girlfriend.â
His friend nods, a strained look on his face, and opens the door. I follow behind, having silently observed the conversation from the backseat.
Whatâre you worried about? Jinyoung looks fine. Nothing wrong with him whatsoever.
Nevertheless, barely have we opened the trunk when the doctor hangs out the window. âAnd donât forget your present!â
âGot it right here.â In confirmation, Jaebeom holds up a neat-looking paper bag, chique enough to originally have been used in a boutique.
âThatâs my boy,â he chuckles before he resumes his seat.
With a dull thud, Jaebeom closes the trunk again.Â
The engine roars to life and the car pulls out of the parking lot, Jinyoung honking a few times as we see him off.
I look from Jaebeom to the bag, leaning in to try and sneak a peek of its contents. âWhat did you get me?â
You promised me a shirt, but do you really need this big of a bag for one?
âIâm not telling you,â he muses.
I straighten my posture, a smile building as a golden opportunity presents itself. âAw, whatâs in the box?â
âBox? Y/N, itâs a bag.â
âI know, but- Never mind.â I wave the apparently obscure allusion with a dismissive gesture, disappointed he doesnât get the reference. âLetâs go inside.â
âAre you upset?â he asks as we walk to the entrance of the building.
âNo.â
âAre you sure?â
âYes.â
Another reassuring question burns on his tongue, but before he can ask it I stand on the tips of my toes to peck him on the lips and nose. âIâm not going to get upset simply because you didnât understand me. Besides, itâs just a trivial matter. Come on, letâs go. Iâm hungry.âÂ
Though I failed the first time, I again try to get a better look at the mysterious bag. As before, the attempt is in vain. âAnd curious.â
âI think youâll like it. In fact,â his lips pull into a smug smirk, âIâm fairly sure youâll look pretty in it. More pretty than you do now.â
Itâs prettier.
I let the mistake slide.
To let him have his little moment of triumph.
There is no place like home. Truly, not a single hotel room or bed and breakfast in the world can substitute the small studio with its minimalistic interior in shades of white and grey.
I breathe in deeply, glad to stand in the familiar narrow hallway leading to the kitchen and space beyond. A faint musty smell cuts through the fragrance of the Nordic leather diffuser sticks I bought before going to Belgium.
Guess Iâll be cleaning tomorrow.
Luckily, itâs been only a few days so the level of dust isnât too bad. Notwithstanding, the place could do with a little clean-up.
âWell, this is me.â
âI know,â Jaebeom replies sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with his eyes on me.
âNo, I mean, this,â I gesture around as I walk into the apartment, âis my place. My house.â
He murmurs something under his breath, seemingly contrasting two words as he tries to understand them or, rather, the difference between them.
âItâs nice,â he remarks when he has figured out his train of thought, looking around appreciatively.
âThe cottage will be nicer, I think. I canât wait to decorate it, make it cozier than this place. Maybe get some plants, hang up a few photos-ââ
âA few of us together, maybe?â He proposes as he, too, takes his shoes off and follows me into the living room.
âFor example.â I nod at the bag when we settle down on the couch next to the window overlooking the quay. âCan I open my present now?â
âSay âpleaseâ.â Arms crossed, he leans in so our faces are mere inches away from each other. His breath ghosts warmly over my lips when he continues in a tender yet playful babying tone. âLife is short, but there is always time for courtesy. Manners, young lady.â
âCan I open my present, please?â Regardless of the chance to finally satisfy my curiosity, I donât dive into the gift directly. Instead, I stay my hand, bothered by a nagging feeling his words are familiar to me. âWhat you just said, isnât that a quote?â
âIt is, but,ââ Jaebeom bites his lip, eyes averted to the ground, ââto be honest, I canât remember who said it.â
Funny, how you can remember quotes. Maybe thatâs how we can communicate in the future if your condition gets worse. Although, letâs hope thatâs not the case for a long time.
âRalphâŚââ I start, trying to recall who originally said it. ââRalph Waldo? No, thatâs not right. He went by his middle name. Wait, his middle name was Ralph so it was him.â
âHave you read his work?â
âHonestly speaking, I havenât. However, I have a friend who studies American literature and poetry and she sends poems, quotes and the occasional snippet. I think Iâve seen him in passing. Anyways,ââ I pull the bag onto my lap, giddy as a child in a candy shop, ââletâs see whatâs inside.â
The present catches me off-guard because the bundles of clothing are both what I expected and yet not. âYou...â I trail off, checking and double checking the amount of shirts. âSeven?â
âOne for every day of the week,â he beams, proudly barking his reasoning.
These will last me two weeks if not longer. Minimalism isnât his thing, is it?
I pull out a big grey hoodie and hold it up to my nose to sniff it. A wild forest of which the air is faintly scented by a cologne with fruity undertones and the musty smell of books. I hum contently, enraptured by the scent. By him.Â
From the corner of my eye, I see Jaebeom grinning in unadulterated amusement. Albeit not without effort, I lower the article of clothing. âI know this is likely stupid to ask, but eventually theyâll have to be washed so what if your scent fades?â
âIâll just scent them again.ââ He shrugs casually before he points inside the bag. ââAlso, whatâs in the little box on the bottom might help with that too.â
In my astonishment, I missed the cardboard square at the bottom which turns out to be the packaging for a bottle of cologne. âYou can spray it on. Sure, itâs not really purely my scent but hopefully itâs still rem- remi- a reminder of me.â
You meant reminiscent, didnât you?
âOr I can go to you and have you scent them,â I joke, only half-serious.
âIf that means more time together,â his mismatched eyes sparkling with gleeful stars, âsure, why not? Iâd be glad to help.â
âThank you.ââ Absentmindedly, I fidget with the folds of the hoodie. ââI really like it.â
Jaebeom ruffles my hair, letting out a chuff. âYouâre welcome. Now, why donât you just sit tight and Iâll make us something to eat?â
âDonât set my kitchen aflame, though,â I warn him as the wolf man gets up from the couch.
âI wonât,â he answers smugly before leaning in to steal a kiss. âI promise.â
With a spring in his step, JB sets off for the kitchen with the bag of groceries he pulled from Jinyoungâs trunk. The two must have dropped by the supermarket before coming to pick me up.
A pillow propped up against the armrest and the blanket formerly draped over the couch now covering my shoulders, I lie down for a nap.
As consciousness fades, a warm affectionate wolfish smile pierces through the growing haze. Jaebeom murmurs something unintelligible and turns his gaze back to the chopping board.
I am home.
Dreaming of two little pups running around an orchard.
âDinnerâs ready!â The loud remark barely filters in until itâs repeated up close, the merry bark lowered in volume. A hand shakes my shoulder, but what does the trick in waking me up is the warm wetness nibbling away at my ear. However, it doesnât stay there, but travels down the side of my neck and ends its journey at the hem of my shirt, giving it a gentle yet fierce tug.
âY/N, come on. Get up,â JB whines, the words distorted thanks to keeping the fabric firmly between his teeth. He tugs at it again.
What on earth?
I turn onto my other side, causing the big wolf man to let go. âWhat are you doing?â
âTrying to get you to eat.â He makes himself smaller, gaze briefly averted to the side before looking at me again, continuing in the same tender yet stern tone he uses whenever food is involved. âWith me. This is my first time cooking for you and I practiced really hard while you were away. So, please, eat with me. I want to know whether I did a good job.â
âDo you have to drag me by the collar for that?â I reach out to scratch him behind his ear, tracing his jaw as my fingers work upwards.
Jaebeomâs eyes mist over, his expression turning dreamy as he leans into the touch. âWant- Donât know⌠know how to- Come to⌠kitchen. Although, maybe, just...â
âFeels good?â
A hasty sheepish smile flashes on his lips as he nods in agreement, eyes closed and speechless.
You really are a wolf. Weirdo. My weirdo.
A whine slips out when I stop. JB slowly opens his eyes again, blinks a few times before he clears his throat. âCan we do that again? After dinner, maybe?â
 âIf I liked what you made, sure. However,â I kiss his forehead, âsince you asked so nicely, we can do this again after weâve eaten. So, will you eat with me?â
Will you stay with me?
âWhatâs wrong?â Picking up on the worrying thought, he tilts his head to the side and scrutinizes my face as he did Jinyoungâs earlier today.
âNothing.â I shake my head, dismissing the thought since weâve already said everything there is to say about it. âJust a silly thought.â
His expression falters. âIâm being over- overbear- too much.â
âNo, not at all! Donât say that, silly.â
Jaebeom nudges my nose with his, his tone sweet in an attempt to make me confess whatâs bothering me. âThen what is it?â
âIâve never done this before,â I admit at last. âNo oneâs ever cooked for me aside from my mom and grandmother or had a guy proudly proclaim himself as my boyfriend. This is simply new to me so it makes me feel, well, a bit awkward. Itâs unreal, like a dream that might go up in smoke any second. Thatâs maybe a better way to put it.â
âIâm really here. Also, remember what you promised me? Youâd stay by my side until you canât anymore and I promised you the same. Iâm a wolf, after all. Loyal to my pack or, rather, my- uh- my bi- no, thatâs wrong. My lady,â he grabs my hand and lifts the fingers to his lips for a chaste kiss, âI am your gentleman and I wonât go anywhere without telling you first. And, if possible, Iâll take you with me because I refuse to leave you behind. But for now, letâs go eat. Together. Iâll try not to make a mess.â
Donât cry, Y/N. Donât you tear up right in front of him.
I take in a shivering breath, swallow hard, and try to regain composure.
Weâre here together and wherever it is weâre going next, weâll be there as we are now.
Side by side.
Even though Iâm hungry and the table is literally three steps away, I groan as I get up from the couch. Travelling takes its toll, no matter how short the distance might be. All the same, I shuffle towards the chair facing the kitchen and plop down on it, watching JB plate up. âWhat are we having?â
âSteak with blanched vegetables and sweet potato mash,â he proudly announces while serving the food.
âUhm, thatâs very nice. However- itâs alright if you donât remember, but Iâm vegetarian.â
âI remembered.â A bright smile forms on his lips, eyes alight with triumph and joy. âThatâs why your steak is soy-based. I found it while doing groceries or, rather, Jinyoung pointed it out. Heâs been teaching me how to cook and bake. Well, weâre still working on the latter, but I did bring homemade cheesecake for dessert. I still wonder why they call it cheesecake when whatâs going in it isnât really cheese.â
âBeats me too.â
âYou got slapped by cream cheese?â Visibly gobsmacked, he leans in with an expression that holds the middle between curiosity and utter confusion. âHow did that happen and was it painful?â
âI mean I donât understand either,â I reply, shaking my head with a low chuckle, and cut into the steak. As the knife sinks into it, a rosy fluid oozes out of it as if itâs been cooked medium-raw which is exactly how I liked it back in my non-vegetarian days. âBut baking hasnât been a success?â
Jaebeom sits back, shoulders hunched as he pokes the carrot on his plate with his fork. âI burned a cake, pulled it from the oven as black as charcoal. Then thereâs the case of the exploded soufflĂŠs and marble cake that turned out to have no marbling at all. Not to speak of the melted... whatâre they called again? Thereâs also a song thatâs got to do with them. Jinyoung sings it a lot. Rocky road! Melted rocky roads and millionaireâs breads.â
âMaybe stick to cooking instead of baking. Not everyone has a knack for both.â
He sighs in defeat. âMaybe I should, but Iâll still try to make you something every once in a while thatâs actually good.â
âAs long as you donât blow up one of our kitchens.â I include my kitchen as well because the mere thought of baking together spreads a rosy flush throughout my body that leaves me warm with affection. Besides, itâs another excuse to see him wear an apron, maybe pull some shenanigans myself and have something to eat with a cup of tea or coffee and a good book.
That would make for a nice date. We should do that soon.
âIâll try.â He holds out his pinky. âPromise.â
The adorable genuineness of the determined gesture is what drives me to seal the promise by wrapping my pinky around his. âIâll hold you to it.â
While eating the simple yet well-made dinner, the conversation is about novels, the shop, Jinyoungâs cooking lessons and the weary stories of how Kunpimook and I crossed Bruges in search of the best chocolate. Jaebeom hasnât done much in the time I was away it seems. The bookshopâs been quiet, so heâs had plenty of time to read and work on his cooking. Nevertheless, his expression turns dreamy when I show him the pictures from the trip, but right beneath the surface of it floats a form of sad longing which is too unclear to be certain of or to be properly described.
âAre you okay?â
âIâm glad you got to see this,â he murmurs as he takes my phone from my hand to leave through the collection again. âIâm kinda jealous, though. Itâs been so long since I went somewhere other than here. Iâm not sure if Iâve ever been somewhere else.â
Brows furrowed, he tries to remember the last time he travelled. Withal, he comes up short, the melancholy of missing memories staining his voice. âIâve been nowhere except here. Chained.â
âThis place clearly is your home, thatâs why itâs keeping you here. It knows you belong here and Iâm glad youâve remained.â
He lets out a breathless laugh which oddly holds the middle between a growl and a giggle. âIâm happy you showed up at my doorstep, then. But, the cottage youâll be moving to... itâd- itâd be nice if I could make that my home too.ââ His cheeks grow pink like rose petals. ââWell, maybe not literally, but it would be nice if it would become our little somewhere.â
âOur little somewhere,â I repeat, charmed by the sound of it.
âOur home. Well, concretely speaking. Abstractly, and most importantly, you are my home.ââ He gets up to move to my side, where he crouches at my feet. Foreheads rested against each other, he easily nips at my nose and nuzzles it affectionately with his. ââYou are what breaks the silence, makes me able to hope for better days.â
âThe same goes for you because even though you sometimes still intimidate and freak me out a little bit, you make my days more interesting than they have been in years. So, thank you. For being here, spending your time in my company.â
âThank you for the same reasons. Now,â JB leans away to get up and starts to clear the dishes, âhow about dessert?â
Before either of us is aware of it, the clock on the wall notes itâs already ten past eight when we finish off the homemade cheesecake. Naturally, partially to also do my fair share, I stand up from my chair before the big wolf man does in an attempt to clear the table and do the dishes. However, when Iâm about to walk to the kitchen with them, Jaebeom unapologetically takes them from my hands.
âWhatâre-? JB, you donât have to do everything! Let me at least do the dishes.â Flattered yet a tad annoyed by the kindness, and poorly conveying my appreciation, I protest in a harsher tone than I intended to use.
Fortunately, though also a bit comically, he remains unperturbed. Notwithstanding, an unyielding sternness underlines his voice when he responds. âYouâve had a long journey, so sit down and relax. Iâll be right with you after cleaning up.â
Henceforth, unable to protest and rendered comatose by the delicious food, I plop down on the couch. Nestled into the corner, I have a proper view of the man whoâs claimed my kitchen for himself.
Although itâs an intrusion to a certain degree, itâs quite soothing to watch Jaebeom defy classic gender roles. Contently humming a song and barely shy of skipping, he cleans up the mess with a tea towel tucked into the side of his pants.Â
When heâs done, he hangs the tea towel over the stoveâs handle, washes his hands, and settles down next to me. On a whim, though itâs maybe because of instinct, I get up from my little corner and nestle against him. He wraps an arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer as I drape my leg over his thigh to get into a more comfortable position.
Situated snugly in his safe presence, I close my eyes and sigh in pure content. âCan you stay here tonight?â
âAre you sure? Donât you want to be alone and rest?â he murmurs into my hair.
âI can recharge with you. Besides, youâre nice and warm.â I snuggle up to him more, basking in the mixture of wild wood and cologne. âA perfect pillow.â
He pulls me on his lap, wraps his arms around my body and pulls me flush against his chest, which feels sculpted but not hard with muscle. Abs are nice and all, but I prefer the softness of a defined though not hardened chest.Â
âIf it brings you rest,â he curls his finger under my chin and lifts it, compelling me to look at him, âIâll stay.â
I run my fingers along his jaw and up to his ear, immediately reducing him to the puppy-like state he tends to get into apparently when being touched like this. âThank you.â
âMy pl- pleasure.â What would have been a normal response is lost in a growl when I accidentally brush against his crotch as I shift my weight and sit up a little.
His eyes snap open, the hazelnut brown and ocean blue irises darkened, devoid of any sense of their former satisfied tenderness. With his thumb he traces the outline of my lips, lowly purring. âPretty.â
âJaebeom,â I place my hands on his shoulders, maintaining a bit of distance between us. We shouldnât rush this, but the sensation of his growing bulge against my thigh, throbbing against the inside of it, convolutes every thought. Somehow, his scent seems to have gotten stronger too, overwhelming me with the same clear message the firm grip on my hips has.Â
I donât push him back as he leans in, bridging the emptiness I initiated. Foreheads rested against each other and his calloused hands on my cheeks, he guesses whatâs essentially withholding me. âScared?â
âA bit,â I whimper against his palm, the words muffled by the rough warm skin.
âItâs me, Y/N. I wonât hurt you.â Feverish yet sweetly with persuasive conviction, he kisses me. âIâm your gentleman, your boyfriend.â
âIâm afraid itâll hurt. That weâre going too fast.â
âWeâre not. I want this. I want more of you. With you. But,ââ lips pulled into a straight line, he clears his throat while looking as if he is restraining a wild beast that can easily get the better of him if he lets go, ââIâll leave it up to you.â
So, what youâre asking isâŚÂ
Jaebeom takes a deep breath to regain his composure, though it has little effect. His breathing remains heavy, close to panting. Nevertheless, the gentle stars return to his eyes as the strained expression softens. âWill you have me?â
#GOT7#Jaebeom#Im Jaebeom#Jaebeom smut#Jaebeom x Reader#Jay B#Defsoul#GOT7 smut#Werewolf AU#GOT7 Werewolf AU
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Queen of Hades
Hades! Shouta Aizawa x Persephone! Fem! Reader
***18+ Fic***
If you are not 18 years or older, please refrain from reading any further. Thank you.
Warnings: TW: Incest, kidnapping, stockholm-ish, slow-burn ish, smut, praise kink and body worship if you squint, possessive during smexy time, overstimulation, squirting, dacryphilia, masturbation (not super descriptive tho), unprotected sex (pretty obvious but Iâm putting it here anyway), creampie, aftercare, tiny bit of angst at the end but not too bad.
Word Count: 9.7k (Holy shit)
Authorâs Note: *kinda long note here, you donât really have to read it if you donât want to*
Ohhhkaaaayyyyyy so this took a lot out of me. This is my longest fic so far, and honeslty Iâm kinda proud of it. Iâve always been a sucker for Greek mythology, and Iâve always had a soft spot for Hades because heâs so sorely portrayed as a villain in mainstream media. Heâs really not as bad as movies like Percy Jackson and Hercules make him out to be. Nothing in the mythology suggests that Persephone was unhappy, so I took it a ran with it. I also drew a bit of inspiration from Lore Olympus on WebToon (iykyk) for the parts regarding Demeterâs parenting.
The only three characters I really referenced to mha besides Aizawa is Hizashi Yamada (Hermes), Momo Yaoyorozu (Aphrodite), and Bakugo Katsuki (Ares). I went with Momo for Aphrodite solely because she seems like the only one Bakugo would willingly listen to since sheâs on par with him at least in intelligence. I made Bakugo Ares because heâs the god of war, and tends to get angry easily. Their temperaments are similar, except for the fact that Ares can be pretty cowardly (sorry not sorry Ares).
Anyway, enjoy~
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The god sat on his throne, contemplating his lonely existence for what felt like the hundredth time. It may have been, considering he is immortal. At one time, heâd never given loneliness a second thought. He didnât mind being this way. His job was important, even if melancholy, and he took it very seriously. Keeping Cerberus tame and entertained was probably the most difficult part, physically. The three-headed dog sat at the entrance to the underworld, guarding at all times to ensure any and all souls that passed through could never escape. And Hades simply ruled over this plane of existence, ensuring nothing was out of order and those kept in the depths of Tartarus remained there.Â
However, in the last couple centuries the raven-haired god had been plagued with longing for someone to share his existence with. He no longer wanted to be alone. He craved someone to spend his time with, someone to think about and experience what mortals and gods alike called love. He wanted a queen. With the time he had on his hands, he prepared himself to scour the mortal realm as well as Olympus, to search under the invisibility his helm allowed him. Soon he was walking the realms, invisible to all creatures, observing, searching for his queen.
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Being the daughter of Demeter wasnât easy. The goddess hovered over you, making sure you were doing your duties properly as the goddess of vegetation. Being a goddess yourself was only made difficult by your mother. She needed perfection. You worked diligently to hone your powers, urging plantlife to grow to your will and learning about the time before the gods. You spent every day under her guidance, until she was finally satisfied with your performance. Sheâd finally stopped pushing you about a century ago, now simply watching with no commentary or instructions.
Today was finally the day youâd be able to have time completely alone outside your quarters. You wandered, stopping in a beautiful meadow. The sight made your heart swell with joy. Lush, soft grass stretched as far as you could see, flowers of all colors blanketing the area. From bright, vibrant sunshine yellow to deep cerulean and mulberry. Some of the lone flowers stood tall enough to touch your hips as you floated through the greenery. It was serene, peaceful. Your chest felt light, finally you were free from your motherâs harsh gaze to relax, all alone.
As you finally decided youâd return, you thought of the beauty of the area. It didnât take long for you to find a few choice blooms to pick and carefully pluck them from the ground. Keeping them alive would be effortless from your amount of training. Youâd keep them in your chambers, a memory of the feelings you experienced here. Satisfied with your choices, you took a final glance around you and began your return.
You only made it a few steps when suddenly the ground began to quake. Only a horseâs length from your feet, you watched wide-eyed as the ground split open to a huge chasm, chunks of earth tumbling into the void. A golden chariot pulled by four beautiful black stallions emerged from the fissure, pulling to an abrupt halt next to you. A raven-haired man stood proud in the chariot, one hand extended out toward you. His face showed no emotions, his dark obsidian eyes tired and sad, a scar curved under his right eye and light scruff adorning his chiseled jaw.
You shrunk away from his hand, unsure of his identity or the reason for such a surprise visit. âWho are you?â you ask warily, your eyes narrowing slightly. âI am Hades, god of death and wealth. Your mother would know me as Aidoneus.â Your eyes widened in shock. No wonder you didnât know who this is. Hades rarely left the Underworld, and hasnât in the past thousand or so years according to what youâd heard from your mother. Why was he here of all places? Sensing your apprehension, he reached out for you once more.
âPlease, my sweet, come with me to the Underworld.â Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion. You werenât entirely sure why the god of death wanted you, but you didnât want to find out. Shaking your head, you took a few tentative steps backward. âI...donât want to go with youâŚâ The idea of abandoning your duties was absurd. You were a goddess, and your mother would be absolutely furious if she found out youâd gone with Hades and vanished to the underworld. Not to mention how your family might feel about your sudden disappearance.
A loud cry of your name had you snapping your head toward the source. A beautiful woman donning golden armor wielding a spear was sprinting toward you, her brown curls pulled tight into a woven plait down her back. âAthena!â You called to her as you began to run, but you were lifted off your feet before you could take a second step. In a blur of motion you found yourself in Hadesâ golden chariot, a strong arm around your waist holding you tight to the godâs side. He peered down at you with those deep dark eyes as the chariot descended into the chasm.
âI am sorry, my love. But coming with me was never your choice to make.â You looked upward, watching as the earth closed above you. Panicked, you struggled in Hadesâ grasp, but he was too strong for you to escape. âPlease, donât fight me.â You shot the god a glare that could kill, tears streaming down your face. âI never asked to be taken! Why? Why have you stolen me away?â A heaved sigh escaped his lips. âI will explain, my love, but for now,â he brings his other hand up and taps your forehead with two fingers, âSleep.â Your eyelids droop, and your consciousness fades to black.
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He had hoped youâd come with him willingly. Of course, he knew the chances of that happening were rather slim. Confiding in Zeus about his newfound feelings for you may have been a bad idea for him, considering he was the one to come up with this ridiculous plan. The god of the sky was supposed to be distracting most of the other gods and goddesses with a meeting, though it isnât a surprise that Athena had managed to slip away. He was rather lucky to have been able to escape Athena without direct confrontation. He may be a powerful god, but Athena was the goddess of war strategy and wisdom. She could probably fight Zeus himself and find a way to come out victorious.
But now, as he gaze down at your sleeping form in his bed, he canât help but feel it was worth the trouble. You were absolutely gorgeous, a beauty to rival Aphrodite, though heâd never say it aloud for fear of the womanâs jealous revenge. He watched the rise and fall of your chest, the way your lips parted ever so slightly with your breath. He wants so badly to kiss you, to hold you and cherish you, to worship you the way you should be. But he wants you to accept him and love him of your own accord. Heâd made that decision from the first time he laid eyes on you. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead before leaving you to rest.
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It felt like you hadnât even been asleep for a second, like you had only just closed your eyes. But you definitely werenât in the chariot anymore, and Hades was nowhere to be seen. Sitting up, you took in your surroundings. You lay on a large bed covered in fine pelts and furs on the wall furthest from the door. The room itself is large enough to fit at least three chariots and room to spare. Cool blue floated around the room, candles inset in the walls lit with cerulean fire, emitting a soft glow and shadows dancing in the light. The room was relatively empty, save for the armor on the wall along with a two-pronged scepter and a helm. There was no question in your mind where you were.
The large wooden door creaked as it opened, the King of the Underworld himself standing in the doorway. You glared as he made his way over to you and sat on the edge of the bed. âWhy am I here, Hades?â You absolutely meant for the edge to come through in your voice, letting out your aggression in the most passive way possible. You hoped the tinge of fear you felt hadnât shown through as well. As much as you didnât like being taken against your will and hated Hades for it, you didnât want to get into a fight with the god of death.
âPlease, my name is Shouta. The mortals call me Hades. And youâre here because Iâve fallen in love with you, sweet goddess.â His voice was gentle, apologetic even. âThe kidnapping was Zeusâs idea. I only went along with it because I knew my sister would never let me have you if I asked. I know how she is with her children.â You gave a small huff and pulled your knees into your chest, eyes still on the god. âTalking to me first was always an option, you know.â His shoulders shook as he chuckled. âMy apologies. I should have talked to you first.âÂ
Apprehensively, you asked the question you were sure you already knew the answer to. You tore your eyes away from him, suddenly the furs underneath you were the most interesting thing in the world. âWhen can I go back?â His hand appeared in front of you, and you didnât flinch or move away as his calloused palm cupped your face gently, making you look up into his dark eyes. âIâm sorry, my love. But I canât let you return yet.â You gave a small nod, and he pulled his hand from your face as he stood. âWalk with me?â
His eyes were hopeful, waiting for the answer he wanted. If you declined, would he force you to go with him anyway? You squeezed your knees further into you, giving an indirect ânoâ to test his reaction. He let out a small sigh, âI see. If you need anything, you can call for me.â He moved to walk out of the room, not halfway to the door when you stopped him. âActually...um...I think a walk would be okay.â Slowly, you got up and walked over to him, and he gave a small smile before leading you out of the room.
The underworld was nothing like you thought it would be.
Hades - or rather, Shouta - led you on a tour of all three realms of the Underworld on the boat steered by Charon, the ferryman that delivered souls to the three parts of the Underworld. The Elysian Fields were gorgeous, mirroring daytime in the mortal realm with lush greenery and bright sunshine. This part was reserved for the mortals that were exceptionally heroic in their lifetime. Good people who lived lives giving to the people that needed it with no expectation to be repaid. All the souls here were happy, either playing or relaxing with each other in this afterlife.
The next part was the Asphodel Fields. This realm was darker, stuck in a deep limbo but beautiful all the same. A bright full moon sat high in the sky, the ground littered with luminous teal crystals. These souls were shadows of themselves, normal mortals that made mistakes and loved and lived their lives as best they could. They now live a mirrored life here, as a shadowed version of themselves. It was not a sad existence, but one that the mortal souls could be satisfied with.
As you rode the boat with Shouta on the river Phlegethon toward Tartarus, your body began to shake and your breath shallowed. You could feel the foul energy seeping into the air the closer you got. This was where the worst of the worst were kept prisoner. This realm locked a wicked soul in a loop of punishment and suffering. He looked down at you and wrapped an arm securely around your waist, and you peered up into his black orbs. âTartarus is not a place I enjoy taking you, but I do intend on making you my Queen. You will need to see it even from a distance. I promise, you are safe.â
With a nod, he turns his attention back toward the bow. The closer you got to Tartarus, the more you began to feel fear. Despite the river of fire and the heat pouring from the banks, your body shook. The sheer bloodlust, anger, resentment, and malice pouring from the shoreline was enough to make your heart race. You may be a goddess, but you are young and weak compared to the god next to you. You feel yourself pressing into Shouta more as you float past the shore. The sights before you are horrific, if only because of the souls that are there.
Youâd learned about the war between the gods and the titans early on in your life, and now here you were seeing the titans for yourself. They were enormous. Even on their knees, bound in chains thicker than the largest tree trunk, made from Adamantine the metal of the gods, they towered like mountains. They were monstrous, some with more heads than you could count, some with extra limbs, some with animalistic traits and some purely demonic. The sound of the chains rattling rang through the entire realm as a few lunged out toward the boat, only to be stopped short by the chains.Â
You jumped several times, fear consuming you. Shouta held you close, his arm tight around your shoulders as you clung to him. Confidence and power radiated off his form as he raised his other arm, the chains around the titans tightening and drawing into the ground with a flick of his wrist. He leaned down and whispered into your ear. âYou are safe, my love. They cannot hurt you.â You calmed a bit with Shouta next to you, securing you to him and keeping you safe.
The ferry floated along and soon you were out of the realm of Tartarus, back at the palace grounds that the god lived in. The building was beautiful, built like the temples the mortals built for the gods. However, the stone it was made from was not white but black, polished to a beautiful shine that reflected the cool blue glow from the misty realm. This area was not in any of the three parts of the afterlife. It was the god of deathâs personal realm.Â
The large temple sat high on a rocky hill, a staircase carved into the cliff face that led down to the five rivers that course through the underworld, all of them parallel each other until they branched off. The realm itself was magical in its own right. It seemed to be an enormous cave, huge stalactites hung from the ceiling, which was shrouded in deep blue mist that sparkled and mimicked the night sky. It was so high even the largest and lowest stalactites hung miles above the ground. The ground was all black earth, void of vegetation but full of life all the same, the scent of upturned earth and rain filling your senses.Â
You ogled at the beauty of it all, despite the darkness. You hadnât taken the time to observe before the tour, but now that you could you almost didnât want to look away. You felt the warmth of Shoutaâs body as he pressed against your back, a hand gently taking your chin and directing your head up to look at the misty abyss. âWould you like to know what sparkles through the mist?â You gave a small nod. Though the mist was thick, there was something sparkling from far above it that made up the constellations in the sky of the mortal realm.
He stretched an arm out, palm up as if to catch something. The star you recognised as Polaris shone brightly then faded, and the glimmering speck fell from the fog, landing square in Shoutaâs palm. It was a large gem, sparkling against the darkness. You traced your fingers along its ragged edges, and it floated back up to its place when you dropped your hand. It was then you remembered that Hades was not only the god of death. He was the god of wealth, of earthly riches, precious gems and metals that mortals sought to obtain.
Shoutaâs voice was smooth and deep in your ear, his body still pressed up to yours. âLet us go inside, my love. It is time to rest. Tomorrow, I will take you to see Cerberus.â You let your body relax into him, relishing in the safety of his embrace. Giving a small nod, you let the raven-haired god guide you into the palace. He led you to a hot spring in the back of the palace, the large steaming pool set deep in the ground and illuminated by blue flame candles. He left you alone to bathe, and you relaxed into the water as you reflected on the recent developments.
Despite kidnapping you, the god clearly harbors no ill intentions toward you. Heâd even revealed that the whole thing was, in fact, your fatherâs idea. Heâs kind, sweet, nothing like the angry and cruel god the mortals seem to fear. And he radiates power, his strength clear even when he first appeared to you in the field. He suppresses his overwhelming prowess around you, youâd realised. It became clear just how powerful a god he is when he took you through Tartarus. As powerful as he is heâs gentle toward you, compassionate and caring, dare you say loving. He did claim to have fallen in love with you.
Still, you had duties as a goddess, though your mother was more than capable of handling it on her own. The only reason you had duties is because you are the daughter of gods. You wondered briefly what she was thinking right now, if she knew you were gone, if Athena had informed her of your current placement. You would have to wait to find out. Until then, you would enjoy your time here. The Underworld is beautiful, and mostly peaceful, disregarding Tartarus. If Shouta means to make you his Queen, maybe you could learn to love the man as youâve come to love the realm he rules.Â
And of course, the god himself was rather handsome. His deep obsidian eyes held eons of emotion. Strength, power, loneliness and longing. And when he looked at you, you could tell he was sure he loved you, his eyes full of pure adoration. His long raven locks framed his face perfectly, the onyx crown he wore nearly invisible in his dark tresses. His jawline was strong, sharp, his ivory skin seemingly glowing blue in the atmosphere of the Underworld. The robes he wore hung loose around his frame, but it wasnât hard to tell his body was strong and well built. He was a god, after all. Youâd be lying to yourself if you said you didnât want to see him in all his glory.
You finished your bath and fell asleep in the same bed as the god, your backs to each other and plenty of room between you. You only knew him for a single day, but you trusted him with your immortal life. When you woke up, Shouta took you to see Cerberus like he said he would. The dog sat proud just inside the entrance, the gate closer to resembling a cave entrance than an actual gate. Cerberus had his own wide perch above the ground to look down and watch the entrance closely, his job as gatekeeper being taken just as seriously as Shouta took his job as king of the Underworld.
Reaching the river bank, Shouta stepped out and held his hand out to you, helping you out of the riverboat after him. Soon the two of you were approaching the three-headed beast, and the closer you got the more you understood just how large Cerberus is. Sitting on his haunches, his shoulders towered far above your head. Youâd have to climb up onto his back to reach his three heads. As the two of you approached, the hound turned his heads and bowed low, muzzles nearly in the dirt with a low growl emanating from him.Â
Shouta, with a hand at the small of your back, walked up to the beast and placed a hand on the middle head, slowly petting up and down in between his eyes. You could hear the whoosh of his large tail behind him. He may be the guard dog to the Underworld, but he was still a dog, you supposed. âHello, old friend. Meet your future Queen.â The head closest to you lifted, a large huff blowing in your face from his snout, before his nose twitched as he sniffed at your hair and face. You giggled, the air tickling your neck and face, as you reached up and held the large head in your hands and kissed above his nose.
âSuch a sweet boy, arenât you?â The houndâs tail swished harder and one of his front paws tapped against the ground, his body almost dancing at the praise and attention. Mindlessly, you let your hand pet at his fur as you observed the other two heads. Each one seemed to have a different personality. The one you were giving attention to was happy and jumpy, constantly sniffing and licking you. The one in the center was calm and collected, stoic even, eyes trained on the entrance as Shouta pet it. The furthest from you seemed angry, a low growl a near constant as his gaze was focused on the cave entrance.Â
âShow her a little respect wonât you? It wonât kill you.â The angry head huffed before turning its gaze to you, giving a short bow, and with a snarl turning his attention back to the entrance. As interesting as guarding the gate seems, the only one that actually entered through the gate was Hermes. You watched as the god zoomed in and out, delivering souls to the dock, sending those who could pay off with Charon as he rowed them to their respective placements. You doubted any soul would be able to leave. Theyâd be spotted and caught easily, if Cerberus had anything to say about it.
Several months passed while you were down in the Underworld, staying by Shoutaâs side through whatever he needed to do. No matter how many times you travelled through the underworld with Shouta, you never got enough of the beauty of it all. Sometimes heâd take you through the Asphodel Fields, deep into the crystal forests. He walked with you through the fields with a warm hand at the small of your back, gently guiding you where you had yet to roam. The longer you stayed, the more you found yourself wanting to be around the god.
Any time he needed to visit Tartarus, youâd join him, and heâd keep you tucked into his side the whole time. You felt safe in his hands. Lately youâd been cuddling closer to him at night, longing for his embrace. His rather thick arms would curl around your waist and shoulders, pulling you tight to his chest. You'd wake up to the godâs deep obsidian eyes on your face, his gaze soft as he told you how beautiful you are or how thankful he was that he could wake up next to you. Heâd leave soft kisses on your forehead and cheeks, thick fingers rolling shapes into your skin.Â
It was those little intimate moments that had you falling, very possibly in love, with the King of the Underworld. When heâd run his hands down your arms and whisper his affections. When heâd teach you about the workings of the Underworld while you pet Cerberusâs head. In the bath when heâd wash you after a long day, never advancing further than a chaste kiss to your shoulder and neck. The lingering, longing, loving gaze he set on you while you rode the riverboat to the different realms. In no time at all youâd realized youâre happy here.
Now, you both stood at the gate with Cerberus once again. One head was nuzzling up against you, the other two focused on the entrance as you and Shouta pet the happy dog. Youâd learned that while the center wasnât averse to physical touch, he preferred to be left alone. The angry one had become less growly and aggressive toward you, which you supposed was progress. Though you were sure if you ever attempted to leave the Underworld, Cerberus would stop you regardless. Not that you wanted to leave.
A whoosh of wind rushed past you and suddenly Hermes was standing on the other side of Shouta, a wide grin plastered on his face as he leaned on the godâs shoulder. âWhatâs up, Sho?â His hypnotic green eyes wandered over to you and his eyebrows raised as his grin widened. âSo this is miss Persephone, is it?â He held a hand out for you to shake. âItâs good to meet you.â Tentatively, you reached out and took his hand, shaking it before you asked the question burning in your mind.Â
âSorry, but why did you just call me Persephone?â A moment of realization hit the blonde. âOH! Yeah, youâve been called Persephone by the mortals, as well as the rest of Olympus. The Bringer of Destruction. Fitting for the Queen of the Underworld, isnât it?â Your breath quickened and eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. âWhy would they call me that? I havenât done anything!â Shouta narrowed his eyes at the god. âHizashi, whatâs this about?â He leaned away with his hands up in mock surrender.
âHey, it wasnât me. When Demeter found out her daughter was missing she abandoned her duties up in Olympus. The mortal realm has slowly been changing ever since she left, slowly becoming cold and barren. Itâs not pretty. Your other siblings are trying their best to uphold Demeterâs abandoned chores but...they arenât their mother.â Shouta slipped an arm over your shoulder, tucking you into his side, and you clung to him in your increasingly distressed state, relishing in the safety his arms often held for you. The two gods talked as you tried to ground yourself.
âHow much does Demeter know?â A high-pitched hum rang from the blonde. âWell Zeus, Athena and I are the only ones who know you took her. I believe Hestia, Hera, and Poseidon know sheâs here but not how she got here, and the rest just donât know anything. Zeus made Athena swear not to say anything, but considering sheâs his favorite it may be only a matter of time before she confesses to Demeter with no repercussions. Thereâs also a possibility Aphrodite and Eros know for reasons that should be obvious to you.â
While they spoke your mind was reeling. You never thought anything of your motherâs hovering, but sheâd abandoned her duties up in Olympus just because youâd vanished. What did that even mean? And now that the mortal realm was suffering, would you be punished for it? Would you be blamed for your motherâs absence?Â
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âDo I have to go back to Olympus?â Shouta could hear the slight panic and sadness in your voice, and it made his grip around you just a bit tighter. Both their eyes flicked over to you, Shoutaâs gaze soft and concerned. Hermes - Hizashi - gave a kind smile. âSo far, nothingâs been decided. Zeus is pretty adamant about keeping this whole thing discreet, so for now you can stay here with Sho.â You seemed to relax in his arms, but Shouta could tell you were still stressed about the whole situation.Â
âThanks âZashi.â The blonde nodded, then zipped away and returned to his duties as the messenger god. Shouta looked back down at you and he could see the tension in your face. Eyebrows slightly scrunched, bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you chewed on it, crossed arms and hands clutching your biceps. Heâd almost call it adorable if he couldnât feel just how stressed you were, leaning your body into him like a cat seeking shelter from the rain. His arm slipped down to your waist as he guided you back to the ferry.Â
It didnât take long for the both of you to be back at the temple. He sat you on the bed then kneeled in front of you, rough hands gently holding your own, calloused thumbs massaging circles into your skin. âMy love, you are upset.â He watched and listened as you poured out your worries, all of them fears of whether or not the mortal realm would survive, if you were to be punished for your motherâs actions, if your mother would punish you herself for disappearing. He reassured you that he wouldnât let anyone punish you for anything, that heâd protect you with his life.Â
He had already vowed to himself never to let anything happen to his precious Queen. He is not a violent god, but he would hunt down any soul that dared so much as a wrong thought about you, vowing that there would be hell to pay. If he ever let something happen to you, he swore heâd never leave the Underworld again, and instead trap himself in Tartarus indefinitely. Eventually, he would express his devotion to you, his undying love and loyalty, but for now all you needed to know was that you were safe with him.
His heart nearly skipped a beat when your eyes filled with tears, voice breaking as you cried about not wanting to leave the Underworld, not wanting to leave his side. Youâd grown to love the realm for all it had, as well as the man who ruled over it. He knew as well as you did that you would eventually have to return to Olympus, and there was no guarantee you would ever come back. Well, there was one, but he would never suggest it to you for it was almost cruel. It kept you connected to this realm, like a chain to an anchor.
But then you had to go and ask.
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You could see the turmoil behind his dark irises. He was thinking, and thinking hard. âSho...is there any way for me to come back?â His jaw clenched, something youâd come to recognize as a signal of stress for the god of death. âWhat do you mean, love? You could return any time you like.â You squeezed his hands, willing him to listen. âI mean permanently, Shouta. If somehow my mother refuses to let me return, is there a way to tie me to you? To make sure I need to return no matter what?âÂ
His usually calm features twisted in surprise, eyes wide and jaw clenched tight, his hands gripping your own. But the shock only lasted a moment before he was relaxing again. âMy love, there is a way. But it is not kind to you, to force you to return here.â The sadness at that statement was clear in his eyes. He didnât want to think of it, but the possibility for you to never want to return to him was there. Your eyebrows furrowed deeply and you ripped your hands away from his, planting your palms on either side of his face and forcing him to look deep into your eyes.
âI want to return here, Shouta, to you. Look into my soul and tell me Iâm lying to you.â His dark onyx stared into you, and you stared back. He would know your sincerity, whether he wanted to or not. He had to know how much you truly cared, how far youâd fallen since that day in the meadow when he scooped you up into his golden chariot. You had to make him know. He didnât protest when you began to pull him closer, leaning in until your lips ghosted over each other.
Youâd never been this close before. He never advanced on you, never made you uncomfortable, never forced anything on you. He refused to force even the smallest things on you, like placing a hand on your waist or your shoulder, always asking permission and making sure you were okay first and foremost. Maybe it was just because of how gentle he is with you, or the fact that heâs the sweetest deity youâd met. Maybe it was the work of Eros. But you were no doubt in love with Shouta.
When your lips connected it was like a wave of heat crawled over your body, a spark igniting flame that rolled through your veins. You fit perfectly together, molding to each other in a sweet, passionate kiss. His own hands found purchase on your waist and neck, gentle caresses holding you close. Finally pulling away, you were both breathless, sucking in air through shuddered breaths and adrenaline. His voice came through heavy and thick with swirling emotions. âThere is a way to keep you here, but will you wait and think about the decision before it is made?â
You knew what he was doing. He was preparing himself for what, in his mind, is an inevitable rejection from you. You also understood that he was taking you greatly into consideration, thinking about you and your happiness first. And thatâs why you knew you loved him. Because you cared about him before yourself. Loving each other more than yourselves was something you shared. âTell me now, my King, and I promise Iâll think about it.â
He sighed, but you couldnât tell if it was from relief, sadness, or stress. Regardless, he explained to you the magic of the Underworld, and that if you were to eat a pomegranate seed from the realm youâd be compelled to return, whether you wanted to or not. You gave a nod and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. âThank you, Shouta. I will think about it. And youâll know my answer when it comes time for me to return to Olympus.â He nodded, clearly grateful that youâd heed his words. However you fully intended to eat a seed when asked to return to Olympus. You had already made up your mind, and nothing could change it.
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Waking up every day to see your face was a blessing for the god of death. He loved that youâd become comfortable with him, that you curled into his side while you slept. He adored your half-lidded, sleepy eyes when you first woke up in the morning. He adored your mussed hair before you combed it out and pulled it into a loose braid down your shoulder. Everything you did made him adore you even more, everything about you was the most beautiful thing to him.Â
He loved all of you, all that you did and said, every little detail of your existence. And he made sure you knew, whispering sweet nothings as he held you in bed, praising your beauty while he bathed with you. Every morning he watched your gorgeous eyes flutter open and made known his gratitude for being able to hold you so close. You never said much yourself, but heâd never have it any different. Your movements were enough for him. He lived for the little gestures and physical touches. The way youâd cling to him while you were out, how youâd hug him close at night. How youâd lean into his chest while you bathed together, or run your fingers through his hair when you relax in bed.
But he hated what you did to him, when youâd get close and squish your body up against him, when he felt your soft skin under his rough palms. He hated the feelings being with you unlocked, the filthiest parts of his mind coming to light. He wanted to ruin you in the best way, to make you his forever. He wants to worship every inch of you, and watch as you unravel beneath him. Late at night while you were fast asleep heâd gaze at your body, eating up every bit of exposed skin and letting his imagination run rampant. Tears falling down your face from pure overwhelming pleasure, sweet sounds pouring from your kiss-swollen lips, legs quivering and fingers clawing at the bed beneath you.
Tonight was no different as his eyes raked over your slumbering form. He could feel himself hardening just at the sight of you, and it drove him insane. He was slightly disappointed in himself for allowing something like lust to affect him so heavily. But it did, and he had to take care of it.
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You were only half awake when you heard a soft curse and felt Shouta shift in bed behind you. When you rolled over to curl into him, you confirmed he wasnât there and it woke you up rather quickly. Still a tiny bit groggy, you got up and went to search for him through the temple. Really, there werenât very many places to search. It wasnât long before you ended up outside the bathing room, but something stopped you before you stepped through the curtained entryway.Â
You could hear heaved breaths and soft curses from inside, the light slosh of water muffling a lot of the sounds. The sounds which were coming from none other than Shouta. You slowly pulled the curtain back, just barely, and peeked in. The sight before you made your thighs squeeze together and heat build in your stomach. The god was leaning on the edge of the small pool, head thrown back and his lower half below the water. It wasnât hard to figure out what he was doing, with his hand submerged and the muscles in his arm flexing and pumping slowly.
Youâd be lying if you denied how much you wanted him. You craved him in the worst way, wanted to touch his bare skin and feel the muscles in his back tense under your fingers. You wanted to see him lose himself and ravage you, to watch as he let his more primal instincts take over. The only problem you saw was how you would approach the subject, especially when your lustful feelings were becoming very hard to ignore. But now, you had just found the perfect opportunity.
Shoutaâs back was mostly turned toward the curtains, so it wasnât hard for you to slip into the room unnoticed. Silently, you padded up behind him and knelt. He was still pumping himself below the water, whispering filthy words and your name under heavy breaths. You reached out and grabbed his shoulders, making him jump, but you quickly shushed him. âItâs me, my King.â He froze, his entire body tensing and his shoulders rising with shuddered breaths.Â
âI-Iâm sorry, my love...I-â You released your grasp and leaned over to look in his eyes, silencing him. âNo, Shouta. Donât be sorry. We may be deities but we are afflicted with emotion, same as any mortal.â Leaning down, you kissed and nipped below his jaw. âCome to bed, and we can help each other with those emotions.â He turned his head to you, brows slightly furrowed and concern laced in his voice. âYou donât have to help me, sweet girl. You shouldnât have to do anything you donât want to do.â
You raised an eyebrow at him, a small smirk tugging at your lips. âDid I not just say weâd help each other?â Surprise was evident on his face as he gazed up at you from the water. You leaned close to his face, lips just grazing each other, and stared deep into his eyes. âIf I didnât want to do it, I wouldnât have offered.â Just as he pressed forward, you leaned back and stood, leaving the god shocked and wanting more. âIâll be in bed, if you feel like joining me.â You swayed your hips a little more as you disappeared behind the curtains, a small tease to lure the god.
Back in the room, you stood at the foot of the bed, back to the door as you waited for him. You made it abundantly clear what you wanted, that you knew what you were asking for, and knew what you were offering. The door creaked open, and you could feel the heat of Shoutaâs gaze on your body. He was on you nearly instantly as the door shut, his hands roaming your body and lips ghosting over your neck. His voice was raspy, heavy with lust and want. âAre you sure you want this?â You pushed your hips back into him, feeling his hardness through your thin robes.Â
A sighed âyesâ passed your lips, and it was all the confirmation the god needed. His hands came up and pulled the fabric off your body, the cloth wrapped around his waist following soon after. His thick fingers pinched and pulled at your body, relentless in their attack on your skin. His touch floated over you, sending electricity buzzing through you. Lust built like a wildfire, spreading and burning your blood as it coursed through your veins. You leaned back into him, pressing yourself against his strong body as he peered down yours and left kisses on your neck and shoulder. Your body felt impossibly hot, arousal pulling you deep into him as he traced your body with feather light touches.
Suddenly he grasped your hips tight, turning you and pushing you backward onto the bed. He stayed standing, and you both took a good look at each other for the first time. Yes, you often bathed together, but your back was always to his chest, and the lower halves of your body were submerged. He never touched you anywhere other than your back, shoulders and hair when he helped to wash you, and you never turned to look at him. But now, as you looked up, there was no doubt in your mind you were looking at a god.Â
He looked as if he was sculpted from marble, ivory skin pulled taut over chiseled muscles. Scars littered his body, discolored lines carved into his skin, each holding a story. Your breath hitched in your throat when your eyes landed on his cock. You may be a goddess, but if you werenât prepared, he would undoubtedly destroy you. You felt more than heard the deep chuckle he let out, a devilish smirk set on his lips. âDonât worry, little one. I wonât break you,â you lifted your eyes to meet his, âYet.â You swallowed thickly, anticipation building in your chest. He climbs up and slots himself between your legs, leaning over you as his hair hangs in curtains around your face, drawing your eyes to the man above you.
âMy love, you can tell me to stop any time.â The look in his eyes told you just how serious he was. He would do anything you asked of him without a second thought. You gave a nod and looped your hands around the back of his neck, pulling him down into a deep, sweet kiss. Your bodies pressed into each other, your skin burning against his as every cell in your body longed for his touch. Both your tongues poked out and melded together, tasting and savoring each other while his hands roamed down your body and your fingers massaged into his scalp.Â
When he finally pulled away you both panted, hot breaths fanning over each otherâs face. One of his hands trailed down and gripped your thigh, fingers digging into your plush flesh as he ventured toward your heated core. He gathered the slick at the apex of your thighs, groaning at both how wet you had become and the little breathy moan you let out as he pushed a thick digit into your sopping folds. Soon he was adding a second, the burn quickly subsiding into pleasure as his thick fingers curled and scissored, stretching you and preparing you for his cock.
The pleasure was intense for you, never having experienced it like this before. In the 200 years of your life youâd never lain with a man, but there was nothing your mother could do to stop you from learning to pleasure yourself. She knew nothing about what you did alone in your chambers. But this was something different entirely. Shoutaâs fingers reached deeper than yours could, stroking every sensitive spot inside you that youâd never known existed. Your legs shook as that familiar coil built in your abdomen, though much faster than you could build it on your own.Â
Shouta cooed praises into your ear, that knot beginning to fray the more he focused his attention on that gummy spot on your walls. His thumb slick with your juices reached up and rubbed at the little nub between your folds, and it only took a few tight circles for you to fall apart on his fingers with a moan. He drew out your orgasm, curling his fingers into you until you were choking on sobs from the overwhelming pleasure, your thighs trying to clamp down on his hand and nails digging crescent shapes into his wrist.
You whimpered as he pulled his fingers from you, moaning softly as you watched him suck your essence off his fingers with a lewd groan. He leaned down and pulled you into another heated kiss, and you could taste yourself on his lips. âAre you ready for me?â His breaths are heavy, hands gripping your hips tight, jaw set as he tries to compose himself. âYes, my love. Iâm ready.â He kisses you softly as he pushes into you slowly, swallowing up the little mewls dripping from your lips. One hand is rubbing at your swollen clit and the other toying with your breast to distract you from the stretch of his thick cock.
Your own hands are dragging down his back, trying to ground yourself as the god sank all the way into your cunt, stilling as he bottoms out completely. Youâre both taking heaving breaths as your walls flutter, adjusting to him. Your legs are quaking and you mewl softly, tugging at his hair. âPlease, Shouta, move.â He pulls his hips back and slowly thrusts back in, dragging the head of his cock along your sensitive walls deliciously. He starts a slow pace, languidly driving himself deep inside you. He leans down and kisses at your neck, the angle change making you throw your head back and moan.Â
You purposely clench down on him, and he bucks his hips up into you with a curse under his breath. His hands come back to your hips, fingers digging harshly into your skin as he growls. He pulls back until only the tip of his cock sits inside you, and snaps his hips forward, punching all the air from your lungs as he sets a brutal pace. Shouta doesnât react as your nails claw furiously at his back, only yanks your body into him as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix with every thrust. Deep guttural growls and moans pour from his lips, the sound of wet skin slapping skin and the sweet, salty smell of sex permeating the room.
The little air youâre able to suck in is expelled in whines and sobs, fat tears streaming from your eyes as they roll back in your skull. Your mind was so far gone with pleasure, your entire body shivering and shaking as calloused fingers rub your clit, sending you head first into a powerful orgasm. His growls deepened as he kept himself from his own release, pounding into you with reckless abandon. His voice was raspy and breathless and one hand gripped your chin, tilting you to face him as he slowed his rutting. âThatâs right, little goddess. Cry for your god, for your King. Tell me, who do you belong to?â
You took a moment to breathe through a sob, barely able to think with the overwhelming sensations. He was still thrusting his hips into you, slowly, dragging along your fluttering walls and gripping your face ever so slightly harder. âAnswer me, sweet girl. Who do you belong to?â He punctuated the question with a sharp snap of his hips, stealing the air from your lungs before you gasped it back in. âYou! I belong to you Shouta!â Heâs pounding into you again, his hand moving to squeeze gently at your neck as he drives his cock deep into you over and over again.
âYes, youâre mine. All mine forever. My goddess, my Queen, my wife, my love.â He lets out a loud moan, rubbing at your clit furiously. âCum for me again, pretty thing. Cum.â Your entire body thrashes with the intensity of your orgasm, electricity jolting through you, your body answering Shoutaâs command as if it knew you belonged to him, just as you both had said. You scream a moan as clear liquid splashes over his thighs and abdomen, and he fucks into you relentlessly as he chases his own release. With a long, low growl he shoves himself up against your cervix, pumping his thick seed into you and painting your insides white.
He keeps his cock buried deep inside you as he wraps his arms under your waist and rolls over onto his back, holding you tight to him as you lay boneless on his chest. Youâre panting heavily, a sheen of sweat covering the both of you as he rubs his palms up and down your back. Fatigue tugs at your mind, your eyelids drooping as your breathing finally evens out. You feel Shouta shift your body with ease, pulling himself out of you with a hiss and lifting you into his arms.Â
You nuzzle into his chest as he walks, and soon youâre in the warm water of the bath, sitting on the submerged ledge between Shoutaâs legs and leaning back into his chest. You can feel the water running down your arms as his hands cup and pour it over you. His rough hands are gentle as they run over your body, slowly cleaning you and massaging your aching muscles. Youâre drifting in and out of consciousness, barely registering being carried once again before being laid down on the bed again. Shoutaâs strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into his chest as you relax in his hold.
Barely conscious, you kiss his chest lightly, getting a kiss to your temple from the god. His deep voice is tired, but happy, gravelly from earlier. âI love you, (y/n).â You echo the sentiment, barely a whisper, and somewhere in your mind you wonder if he heard you. The question vanishes as quick as it had appeared, and you drift off to sleep.
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***About 2 months later***
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It was early, much earlier than youâd normally wake up, when someone showed up at the temple. You were in bed with Shouta, and he awoke at the presence of other gods. Yes, gods. The both of you went to see who it was that garnered his attention. Hizashi - Hermes - stood at the top of the staircase with another god and a goddess. You recognized both. The god with spiky blonde hair and eyes red as blood was Ares, god of war. The goddess had hair black as Shoutaâs pulled high on the back of her head. The front of her red dress draped low, down to her navel, her shapely figure complimented by the soft fabric that was no doubt woven from silk. Aphrodite.
The three stood at attention as the two of you walked out, the three eyeing you with very different looks on their faces. Hizashi regarded you fondly, like old friends reconnecting. Ares was angry and guarded, as always, and Aphrodite had a glint in her eyes that you couldnât quite discern. The ravenette turned to the god of war and nodded, and Ares visibly relaxed, no longer ready for a fight. Hizashi strolled over and leaned on Shoutaâs shoulder again, a wide grin plastered on his face. âHiya, Sho.â The blonde nodded his head at you. â(y/n).âÂ
You smiled back at him, greeting him kindly before turning to the other two and giving a short bow. Aphrodite returned it, but Ares almost sneered. You werenât really surprised. âWhy are you three here, Hizashi?â Shouta asked sternly. The blonde seemed to deflate slightly as he walked back over to the other two and stood with them before speaking. âWell, for one, Demeter knows now where her favorite daughter has disappeared to. Imagine her fury when she found out her own brother had stolen her away.â Shouta groaned, then huffed. âSheâll live.â
The blonde chuckled. âProbably. Zeus has ordered that Persephone, formerly known as Kore and given the name (y/n) by Demeter, return to Olympus indefinitely.â Your eyes widened in shock and time seemed to freeze at his words. Your heartbeat drowned out any other noise, panic swirling in your head. Indefinitely? That meant until your mother decided you could come back to Hades, and you knew the answer would be never. You couldnât live in a world where you couldnât come back to Shouta.Â
The god could sense your distress and pulled you into a tight embrace, still discussing the arrangement with the three deities. But your mind was elsewhere. You knew what had to be done if you ever wanted to return. Heart racing, you leaned back and grabbed Shoutaâs face, pulling him to meet your eyes. âLet me eat a seed, Shouta. Please.â His eyebrows knit together and his body tensed as he shook his head. âI canât let you do that, my love. I can come visit you in Olympus instead.â But you wouldnât have any of it.Â
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He watched as your eyes filled with tears, your voice quivering and breaking as you spoke. âNo! My mother wonât let you see me! And even if I begged her she wonât allow me to return here. She wonât let me come back to you.â Fat tears rolled down your cheeks, sobs shaking your shoulders as you tried to hold them back. He hated seeing you so sad, so heartbroken. But he knew what would happen if you ate a pomegranate seed. To be fair, so did you, and you were willing to do it if it meant you could see him again.
You were willing to be compelled to return, compelled so strongly that if you didnât return your body would fall ill and weak, pain seeping into your very bones. You would need to return here, to the Underworld, or you would suffer. You would need this realm to survive. He had explained it to you when you asked, and youâd promised you would think about it. Still, he hated the very idea of you being in pain. His mind reeled with the possibilities, and as much as he hated it, you both knew how this was going to go.
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Staring up at the god, you waited as he lost himself in thought. You didnât want to force his hand, but if you needed to, you would. Three other deities were present, and could probably hold him long enough for you to pull a red fruit from the earth and swallow down a seed. A deep sigh came from the raven haired god, and a large hand cupped your face as he pulled you into a sweet kiss. He leaned his forehead against yours and sighed softly before speaking, his voice low. âI wonât force you, my love. It is your choice to make.â
You let out a shaky, relieved breath and pulled away from him. Extending your arm out to your side, palm down to the earth, you willed the plant to grow. In mere seconds, a tree sprouted from the dirt, a single large pomegranate glowing with the magic of the Underworld hanging just at your face. You plucked it smoothly, then let the tree shrink back down and vanish. You cracked the fruit open and held a single seed in your palm, looking to Shouta as you took a deep breath. He gave a final nod, and you popped the seed into your mouth, swallowing it whole.
You felt the magic course through you, a piece of the Underworld itself flowing through your body and making itself a part of you. Turning to the three, you spoke, radiating the confidence of a Queen and a goddess. âYou three have witnessed me consume a pomegranate seed from the Underworld of my own volition. You know that Hades has not forced anything upon me.â The three nod, acknowledging the truth in your statement. You addressed the goddess of love. âAphrodite, I believe you can confirm that I love Shouta just as he loves me, and that it was not influenced by you or Eros but developed naturally.âÂ
She gave a sweet smile, nodding in confirmation. Turning back to Shouta, you wrapped your arms around him and he held you tight in a final embrace before you left for Olympus with Hermes, Ares, and Aphrodite. You peered up into his dark obsidian eyes. âIâll be back, I promise.â He smiled down at you, adoration and love the only emotions in his gaze beside a tinge of despair. âI know you will, my Queen. If you are ever in danger, or if you long for me too much to bear, tap the ground and I will come to you.âÂ
You held him close, then separated and walked to Hermes, who picked you up gently and held you to his chest. Aphrodite and Ares climbed into their own chariot and set off before you. With a final glance to the god of death, you called out to him.Â
âI love you Shouta.â
âI love you too (y/n).â
He and the rest of the Underworld vanished in a blur, replaced by the grand palace grounds of Olympus.
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So are the seven princes the same level of crazy or are they are different levels? I feel like their on the same level some just hide it in a different way. I was trying to think about which one I would prefer (although I prefer no craziness lol) and I guess it would be Jin cause heâs at least up front about being crazy đ
I totally agree! They all are on that same level but they express it differently! Although, the most honest ones are Jin and Yoongi, so I think I would prefer them too lmaoo! Here are some lil headcanons:
Jin:
Very proud of the lengths he'll go to for his Leopard (a lil too proud) and lives for your praise
Has the most honest relationship with you than he ever has with anyone bc you're both kinda crazy for each other
Will tell you what exactly what he plans to do to people who upset you, will maybe even ask your opinion if heâs stuck between what to do
Like that is casual dinner convo if it comes up, makes yâall one of the most intimidating couples tbh
Sometimes you even make requests such as when a professor gets too handsy or if you get jealous
Heâll poke fun at your jealousy but heâs way worse lmao
Doesnât prefer killing, but nothing is off the table for you
Respects you a lot so lying to you isnât even an optionÂ
Yoongi:
He has the power to ruin lives at the drop of a hatÂ
You have the power to make him drop said metaphorically hat at your whim, sugar baby energy
You both control each other so easily and itâs very equal and mutual relationshipÂ
He is also very protective
Not above hiring to kill, but will only do it if you ask bc he thinks death is too easy
Usually blackmails and puts anyone who bothers you in prison or far away in a miserable state of livingÂ
You don't bore yourself with the details how he got rid of someone unless you really want to know
He lets you know if heâs gonna do something and for what reason before he does anything, giving you a chance to be like, ânah, donâtâ but there is one exception...
If he sees you cry he basically sees red and hunts down whoever made you cry. You're his Sunshine, if you cry, someone is paying the price
Hoseok:
Sometimes, he wishes he could lie to you, but not only is he incapable, he cannot bring himself to do it
So he is just like âalright, do you want me to tell you or do you want me to only tell you if you ask?âÂ
After much deliberation, youâre like, âJust let me ask first.â bc same as in the fic, youâre just like some shit is above my pay grade, literally or metaphorically
Doesnât like hiring to kill, he prefers ruining lives to make them suffer through it
V short temper when it comes to people even looking at you wrong so he doesnât tell you when heâs gonna do anything
However, if you sense he might and tell him not to, heâll respect your wishes or negotiate
Thinks itâs hot when you loose your temper and tell him to do whatever he wants, knowing he will definitely do something
You tell no one about the gratification you get feigning shock when a coworker tells you âso-and-so got fired and was barely able to get a job in the countryside, and he hates rural towns.â and you just say, âoh my, what a shameâ with an internal smirk
Namjoon:
First things first, you both know that you know, but you also silently agreed not to talk about it most of the time
If you think about it too hard, then you feel bad(sometimes), so you just... donât think about it
Altough, you are his alibi with no questions asked at any given time
He will do whatever he feels like he should, even gets advice from some of the other girls, mostly Leopard and Sunshine
The girls will tell you if he asked and youâll just be like, âyou guys are so silly and overprotective lmaoâ
Times will come when youâll just thank him if you hear about what he âmay or may not haveâ done and heâll act casual but be rlly giddy internally
The closest to a regular relationship is you guys, but thatâs mostly by default bc in reality yâall are codependent AT BEST
But similar to Sunshine, you also have sugar baby energy when it comes to his craziness
Jimin:
Enjoys threatening people in the name of love and is not above murder, but would never do it himself, would rather pay someone else to
Always says he hates when you question him or talk back but secretly enjoys it so he makes 0 attempt to hide his sinister tendencies from you
He just... never rlly tells you? If you ask he will, though and youâre just kinda *shrug* about it and sometimes use it to your advantage
Extremely supportive of your dreams- especially since it consists of mostly staying home and doing work there and is still trying to make you his manager
You're the only person that can tell him what to do and he'll listen most of the time
Although, he seldom respects your wishes or gives you permission to do stuff- not that it ever stops you/not that you ever ask
He has the âyes honeyâ yandere vibes rlly
Taehyung:
Not afraid to ruin lives for his lover and has no remorse for anyone who threatens you or what you both have
Strives to keep his darker tendencies hidden bc he wants to keep you pure, whatever that means
Supports your dreams- and is thankful they involve things he can employ you for/ things you can work from home for (although the embroidery needles make him SWEAT esp when you prick your fingers)
He would hate to think of what he would have to do if you wanted to go in a field he had no connections in, although there barely is any field of the sort with his job
Tries, usually in vain, to keep his stalker tendencies at bay, but who can blame him when you look so cute sleeping
Does his absolute best to respect your wishes.. although is not above lying to you about tampering with the situation
It's for your own good, you're too pure to understand the things a person like him has to do for your love
Jungkook:
Kind of almost a nut case, but he's your nut case since he tries to be subtle about his darker tendenciesÂ
Is not great at it, but he doesn't go too far (in your mind) so you let it slide
Plus you're not exactly sane yourself, so it works out when you want him to put someone in their place
You're not a violent person, but he is when you need him to be, so youâll just be like âugh, this person tried to short me on a alter for a dressâ and heâs out the door or making a phone call
Hates to lie, so never really does, just like Jimin he just doesnât say anything unless you ask, except he tries to sugar coat it. (If you press further, heâll crack under the pressure and be flat out) bc even when he does lie, you can tell and he knows
Not great at putting his emotions into words and is kind of a mess but is figuring out how to boyfriend and not stalker
Kind of endearing but a little frustrating at times
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Two sides, two people, same goal.
Summary: One seeks to punish the wicked, another to protect the innocent. Two similar people cross paths once more.
This was not going to plan. Ever since winning Calypsoâs game Dollface had decided to protect people like her from people like her boss. Cruel people.
She had heard of a man with a habit of brutalising people for seemingly no reason beyond personal gratification. When she arrived he smashed a baseball bat into the side of her head.
The single downside of keeping her pretty mask on was the occasional throbbing pain and the sudden blow made that pain act up enough for tears of pain to drop out of her eyes as she crumpled to the floor.
The man lurked up to her as she tried to find her pocket knife that had seemingly fallen out of her pocket. Suddenly the man cried in pain and choked. He fell to the ground and revealed Raven standing behind him with a voodoo doll impaled by a pin.
Looking up to find her fellow former inmate, her eyes widened a little.
âDolly? The fuck are you doing here?â
Dollface pulled herself to her feet while trying to ignore the throbbing pain in her head.
âYou first.â
She shook her head.
âNo, I saved your life. You go first.â
The woman sighed.
âIâm punishing bad people. So that people like me donât get hurt.â
There was silence.
âHuh.â
âIs something wrong?â
Raven pocketed her voodoo doll.
âNo. Iâm punishing the wicked too. Got some kinda voodoo magic.â
âMagic?â
âYep.â
Raven turned on her heel.
âAnyway, you owe me. See you around, Dolly.â
âWait!â
Raven turned back with a disinterested look on her face. Dollface finally found the strength to walk.
âThat guy hit me with a baseball bat. Nothing broken but the worldâs spinning a little.â
âSo? Iâm not a doctor.â
âI have medication on my truck. If you can take me there, Iâd appreciate it.â
Under normal circumstances Raven would refuse to help someone. But Dollface was probably the one she disliked least out of her former cellmates. She seemed to have the same idea of doing the right thing. Plus, she didnât pity her.
Making her decision, Raven called out.
âAlright, just donât hold my hand.âÂ
Dollface shook her head and suppressed a laugh. Raven would go to a far length to deny caring about anyone.
âWouldnât dream of it.â
The pair exited the alleyway, and followed the directions of the streetlights. They walked for ten minutes with no sound beyond cars and the occasional crows. Dollface was fine with this silence. Raven probably didnât care.Â
Raven broke the silence.
âSo, youâre punishing people like your boss?â
Dollface flinched a little at the mention of her old boss.
âYeah... the ones who hurt people like me. I try not to kill them but sometimes I have to.â
Raven scoffed a little.
âFuck the mercy, if theyâre doing the wrong thing then just take them out of the equation. One less person causing trouble.â
Raven was more cynical. Dollface was ready to accept she wouldnât respect her decision but as they found the truck, Raven said something surprising.
âYâknow, Iâm glad youâve managed to sort yourself out. Youâre... probably the best out of all of us disasters.â
Dollface picked up on how Raven included herself in the disasters. She tried her best to help.
âYouâre a good person too. I didnât know you before all of this, but I think Kelly would be proud of you.â
Raven rolled her eyes.
âYeah, yeah. Donât get all sappy on me.â
Dollface smiled beneath the mask and muttered another thanks before walking to the truck.
Raven scoffed again but her smile was a little more genuine this time. She shook her head. Dollface was strange. Despite everything sheâd been through she wants to do the right thing.
âWhat a sap.â
She walked off to her car.
But, I think thatâs what I like about you.
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â â THE STORMLANDS present CASIMIR TARTH, the HEIR of TARTH. when the dragons danced in the sky they thought the BLACK would still fly, but in the blink of an eye, they would all die. the TWENTY-FIVE year old MALE who was FREEWHEELING & VEHEMENT before they saw the first of the flames, is now CALLOW & PUGNACIOUS after seeing the last. through the ash, now they struggle to find A SILVER Â & Â SAPPHIRE PLATED SHIELD THAT SHOULD NOT BELONG TO HIM, Â CHESHIRE CAT GRINS HIDDEN BEHIND HIS SISTERâS SHOULDER, Â Â THE CRISP TASTE OF A PEACH CRUSHED BETWEEN TEETH; Â JUICE DRIBBLED DOWN THE FRONT OF HIS TUNIC instead of the remnants of the war of succession. ( thomas doherty )
full name:  casimir tarth. nicknames:  cas,  casi. age:  25. date of birth:  december 3,  115 ac. orientation:  undiscovered bisexual in training. religion:  faith of the seven,  mostly just in name at this point.  casimir is known for skipping out on trips to the sept and really only appears when itâs deemed absolutely necessary. political affiliation:   baratheon loyalist,  has secret + silent opinions about the targaryens sucking. hair color:  brown. hair length:  generally grown out to just below his ears,  in his natural state itâs shaggy and unkempt.  you can always tell when minisaâs helped him get ready by how his hair looks. eye color:  sapphire blue. height:  6 feet,  4 inches. father:  bryndenmere tarth. mother:  aemma tarth,  nee estermont  .  deceased. siblings:  petyr tarth * brother,  deceased.  arik storm * half - brother,  deceased.  minisa tarth * sister. children:  none,  yet. significant other:  none,  yet. pets:  cider + mead,  sibling otterhounds.  rye,  a black forest horse.Â
the final trueborn child of the lord and lady of tarth,   casimir,  better known to those around him as cas,  had a torrential childhood.   moments into his life,  his mother passed,  seemingly setting the scene for those he cared for to one by one find their own graves.   what began with his mother carried into his eldest brother,  and then his beloved bastard brother as well  -  casimir knows loss like the back of his hand,   knows that in the blink of an eye what little remains of his family could be gone just like the rest.   he clung to minisa just as much as she did him;   allowed the coddling and kindness,   because at least it was closeness.   at least it was proof he wasnât alone.   she was,  and continues to be,  his closest confidant;   as he grows closer to inheriting evenfall and the isle of tarth,   cas longs to keep her by his side,   despite knowing that she ought to have a family of her own,   that he himself will need to do the same.   but his chest aches at the thought of another loss,   even if she exists somewhere in the world,   it wouldnât be the same comfort of having her at his side.   and to be entirely truthful,   he isnât certain he can rule without her   -   doesnât believe himself capable of being the lord heâs supposed to be when he knows the role was meant for petyr and not him.
his lows are low   -   fear and guilt tangled into one unfortunate web that lingers in the corner of his mind;   but casimir on a good day is almost whimsical.   full of boisterous laughter and jokes,   blue eyes alight with life and a joy unmatched.   he jests with his father and his men,   hunts and fishes with the best of them and always manages to come back telling a harrowing eventful tale.   he wants to believe in the good of others,   so desperately,  but the fact of his life is that he cannot depend on the kindness of anyone not loyal to the name tarth.   he wishes it wasnât this way   -   wishes for better things and better days,   where his mother and brothers are smiling and laughing alongside him and not buried beneath the dark soil,   a smattering of blue flowers marking each one.
casimir is fond of animals,   and considers himself the proud owner of the equivalent of a pair of otterhounds named cider  &  mead,   as well as a horse named rye.   he isnât much for reading,   but is known for his singing   -   though he plays no instrument,   he can often be found providing his voice to the tunes his sister minisa plays.   his favorite song is âalysanneâ.  Â
wanted connections   -  new additions not in the group,  iâll be typing these up officially for the wc section i just needed to splat these ideas down sdflkj.Â
casimirâs best bro  -  he requires someone to be a himbo with him,  tbh.  maybe someone who was fostered @ evenfall and they kinda just ??? became inseparable and now cas is forever like NO NO THATâS MY DUDE RIGHT THE FUCK THERE.  cas is pure and truly sees this pal as a psuedo brother,  would 100% die for him no questions asked u feel me?  makes sense for this dude bro to be from another house in the stormlands or a house that was also aligned with the blacks.Â
because i enjoy spice ... casimirâs best broâs sister.  best friendâs brother from the hit nickelodeon show victorious plays in the bg except itâs his best friendâs sister and boy oh boy is this man w H I P P E D.  heâs well aware that itâs probably never going to happen,  has for the most part,  resigned himself to fawning from afar.  maybe sheâs married to someone else,  maybe sheâs just not interested  -  either way,  i humbly request and require an unrequited love for this sad,  sad boy.Â
wanted connections  -  for pre - existing characters.Â
i think itâd be cool for someone to want to take cas under their metaphorical wing;  and i think it could easily go for either a genuine,  loving friendship or someone who just wants to be able to manipulate the future of house tarth and have them under their thumb.  cas is naive enough to allow the latter to happen,  and i think itâd cause some really cool tension for the tarth sibling dynamic.Â
characters who,  for whatever reason they so choose,  dislike cas / house tarth  -  yes i enjoy angsty bullshit,  no i will not stop trying to ruin his life.  heâs really like,  a dumb golden retriever boy,  and wonât fully understand why someone wouldnât like him because heâs like:  iâve never done anything wrong ever?  and would probably try to at least prove his goodness.Â
i mean,  eventually heâs probably going to have to be betrothed,  because as a very eligible future lord,  thatâs the logical step.  i like to imagine that while casimir is the type to play a little fast and loose with his heart and probably has flings where he proclaims his never ending love and devotion,  heâs also just dedicated and understanding enough of his position that he will do as his father and the storm king decree.   what iâm saying here is  . . .  if you wanna be his lover,  thatâs cool,  but heâll very sadly leave you when his papa tells him to marry someone for reals.Â
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Hi would it be alright to get a cake for aot and obey me? Pronouns are she/her. I'm 18 and 5,2'. I have brown hair to my shoulders and I'm fairly lean cause I workout quite a lot. I don't wear makeup or dress up I just kindof wear dark casual clothes like all my jumpers and leggings are black.
My personality type is ISTJ. I'm brave, loyal and I love to laugh. I'm a slytherin. I'm only like this when I open up to you and let you in my life tho and I don't do that with most people I'm very closed off. I'm cautious of everyone and just try to go about unnoticed (if I have to go out in public). I hate most people and just like to be alone. I love nature, wildlife, indie music and psychological horror.
My hobbies include figure skating, gymnastics and roller skating. I used to do competitive gymnastics and have won several medals.
My love languages are quality time mainly but also physical touch but I wouldn't be caught dead asking for it too embarrassing lol.
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For Attack on Titan, I match you with Levi! First off, appearance wise, Levi would be glad to have someone who is fit. He likes that you're capable enough to protect yourself in such a dangerous world. Â Secondly, he may not particularly care about height too much, but may occasionally tease you about it. Usually an off-handed comment that may be followed by a smile. However, this is unlikely to happen in front of other people, specifically Hange. Yet despite his attempts to not let Hange get involved, they do anyways. While Levi hadn't gone out of his way to keep your relationship a secret, he hadn't really mentioned it to anyone other than Erwin. (Who had probably set you two up in the first place.) Still, as soon as Hange catches wind of what's up (if they hadn't been the one helping Erwin, lol), the teasing will begin. And it WILL be blatant. If people didn't know about your relationship, by now, they will have. It started with Hange catching a glimpse of Levi smiling around you. They instantly knew what was up. Before you know it, the both of you get stuck in a locked room together, and the only people with the key out is Erwin and Hange! Lucky you, Erwin is incredibly busy with meetings. And the latter is currently on a mission and will likely not return until the next day. (R.I.P. Hange when he gets out.) Still, Levi would fall for you for several reasons. The first of which, he'll find your honesty and directness as an ISTJ quite refreshing. Your opinion is one of the few he actually values and is prefers you being honest with him. Then, he'll find your responsibility to be another trait that he very much likes in you. Levi is someone who would put a lot of trust into his s/o, and so having someone he knows he can rely on to get the job done is important to him. He'll also respect your practical nature, though he may not often mention it specifically, it'll show in the way that he treats you and puts his trust in you. Your bravery is something he'll respect you for, but also causes an inkling of worry for him. He doesn't want you to get hurt because of it. However, he'll come to the conclusion that you're already quite capable. Still, his worries won't ever really fade, because more than anything, he fears losing you too. When it comes to your loyalty, you can count on that loyalty being returned as well. Once Levi has fallen for you, he won't ever betray you. On the other hand, this loyalty can also make him consider leaving you. It's simply that he's used to those around him getting hurt or killed, and he doesn't want to lose you too. Still, each time he sees you walk in the door, perfectly safe, all thoughts of breaking up dissipate. Following that, he loves your laugh. Levi likely won't outright and say it, but the way he softens, even just a bit, when he hears you laugh. There will be many moments of just soft moments of enjoying each other's company. There won't really be all that much talking, you're just together. He understands not wanting to open up to people, and will respect that. He'll wait for you to open up to him when you're ready, if you want to. Levi will also make sure to give you space when you need it. While Levi is not especially fond of nature and wildlife, he feels himself more drawn to you because of it. There's just something about it that feels right. Levi may also find himself intrigued by psychological horror, and would converse with you about it. It likely becomes a common source of conversation. He is also glad that you're athletic, but often worries about you getting hurt through such things. Despite that, he'll support you, but be prepared for several comments regarding your safety and the importance of keeping your head. Should Levi actually see you doing gymnastics or figure skating, you'll be able to see that he's proud of you. Also, should you ever go roller skating around him, it will likely be you skating circles around him as he goes shopping for cleaning supplies. Levi will often be away from you, due to work, but what time he does have with you won't be taken
for granted. He understands your wish for quality time, and shares in that. So you won't lack fond memories of each other even when you're apart. As far as physical affection, Levi is also partial to it. Though another that isn't really one to openly ask for it. Still, given time, he'll start giving you physical affection, it will likely start small. Like him brushing your hand with his own, or touching your hair. Eventually, he'll start cuddling with you, and will enjoy holding you. He'll probably laugh a bit when he finds out about your lack of inclination to ask for affection. Overall, your relationship is one of trust and respect, but also of worry and care. It's sweet, but not overly so, just the right amount.
For Obey Me!, I match you with Diavolo! First off, Diavolo thinks you're straight up adorable. There's no getting out of it, your appearance and height is very cute to him. He'll enjoy giving you bear hugs and lightly teasing you about it. He's proud of you for your fitness and will let you know that too. He doesn't mind that you don't wear make up or anything, and is rather fond of your personal style. Your braveness and loyalty are certainly values in you. When it comes to your bravery, Diavolo will certainly be happy with you. Though he'll also worry about you getting hurt, and so might be a bit overprotective. When he really sees how loyal you are, his heart might just burst. He really really cares already, but knowing that that care is returned makes him elated. When Diavolo sees your ambition as a Slytherin, he'll get this wide, happy smile. He understands wanting to accomplish something and will encourage you to follow your dreams. If he can, he'll try to help you, if you let him. He'll respect your honesty and integrity, and will certainly return such treatment. Diavolo will certainly do his best to not lie to you, but he still has his secrets that he will mostly keep to himself. He's glad that you're also very responsible, (well, at least Barbatos will be.) and another thing he'll respect you for. But might pout if you stop him from trying to get out of work. Still, such "transgressions", are easily forgiven and not really taken seriously. He'll understand being cautious around others, as he IS the Prince of Devildom. And will encourage you to remain cautious, especially when around demons. Still, he'll want you to be open with him. Despite that, he's also quite patient and wants you to open up to him naturally, if you want to at all. If you really seem like you want nothing to do with him, given some effort, he'll back off. When you show him how you like nature and wildlife, he'll be enamored. He's certainly the type to really get into it too. By this point, it's pretty common to see Diavolo running up to you talking to you about something he read about that's related. (Of course, with Barbatos briskly walking with slightly murderous intent in his eyes after him and Lucifer getting a breakout from how chaotic it is.) He's also intrigued by psychological horror, it's something he'll likely already be kinda into. Diavolo will often try to talk to you about such topics, and isn't one to be easily creeped out, so makes a great person to talk to about such things. Diavolo will be very excited the first time he sees you figure skate. He's incredibly impressed, he'll easily become your biggest supporter. If you teach him and do it together, then he'll be over the moon about it. (Lucifer and Barbatos definitely get dragged into watching you guys.) And when he finds about about you doing gymnastics? His respect for you went up by 100%. He's seen how difficult it can be, and is really proud of you already. And once he's seen you were in competitive gymnastics and won several medals, he's dumbstruck. But in a good way, just purely amazed by how he's managed to meet someone so awesome. If you guys do roller skating together, it will be pure adorableness. He might struggle a bit when he first starts, but once he gets a hang of it, don't be surprised when you randomly see the Prince of Devildom randomly roller skating around everywhere. (He may or may not be fleeing Barbatos.) Though you may have to convince him to not use them to run away from Barbatos, lest they get taken away. Still, when you roller skate together, it will be very fluffy. (You've probably ended up dunked in a fountain at least once.) For Diavolo, he'll often buy elaborate, expensive gifts, as he certainly doesn't lack the funds. It's just one of the ways he tends to show he cares, however, if such things make you uncomfortable, you can get him to back off a bit. But if you wear something or he sees you using something he got for you, it will certainly brighten his day. (It's a major boost to his pride.) And he's happy to spend time with you,
will honestly want to spend time together whenever possible. Still, Diavolo will also understand your need for personal space and will do his very best to respect your boundaries. Â When it comes to physical touch, count him in. Even if you don't outright ask for it, he'll be the sort to want to be close to you. So expect plenty of hugs, headpats, handholding, he can be very touchy. There are many moments where you just spend time cuddling, these moments can be full of giggles and bits of chatter, but are also often quiet and calming. In general, being in a relationship with Diavolo is extremely sweet, and more often than not, chaotic.
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Iâm really intrigued by Raylaâs moonshadow assassin peers. I especially am interested in Andromeda because I think she is the only other girl in the group? Do you have any headcanons in how these teen/young adult assassins interacted? Do you think Rayla isolated herself from them because she was always iffy about taking a life? Also TDP finally colored their map and I know you live maps, find any new cool stuff? I especially love how thereâs a frozen sea north and a spinning sea south, imagine the powerful Magicâs that channeled to make them.
Okay, so I jumped straight to the map, did 80% of it, and wandered away for a few weeks. I apologize, anon. Letâs get this going again:
Iâve got a few headcanons on the Moonshadow assassins! It seems likely that they hang out mostly with each other, when they hang out, to reinforce their teambuilding and to give them some socialization, since assassins tend to keep others at armâs length. So I kinda figure they tend to roam as a pack on their evenings out in the village, if theyâre not married to a non-assassin like Runaan is.
I think that could be part of the reason that Rayla might not have hung out with the others as much, too: Runaan wanted to be either training or at home with Ethari, so Rayla probably spent a lot of time doing those things just because he did them. And when Runaan was doing more serious training or missions, thatâs when Rayla had her free time to run around the forest and make adoraburr friends.Â
Runaan couldâve probably insisted that she do something more assassiny with her free time. Shadow an assassin, do more studying, practice certain prescribed skills on her own. But he didnât. He let her play. Soft assassin is soft!
Listen, anon, I have a fun headcanon for you about Andromeda--and by fun, I mean itâs really angsty half a second after you start thinking about it. Ready?Â
What if: Andromeda is Runaanâs half-sister. If theyâre both Lujanneâs children by different assassin dads who kept dying in battle, but a Moon mage needs an assassin leader partner to defend Xadia with, and Lujanne knew her son Runaan wasnât old enough to lead yet, so she burned through three or more husbands protecting him until Runaan was well trained enough to lead the assassins himself and had fallen in love with a mage who adored him and would be his partner in her place.
 Andromeda looks a fair bit like Lujanne, too:
Along with Runaan, they all have long hair, side tails bound in silver cuffs, and some form of braids. Andromedaâs hair is sectioned in front similarly to Runaanâs. Her accent sounds more British than Scottish, though she only has the one line: My eyes for truth. And Lujanne and Andromeda are the only two Moonshadow elves weâve met who have medium blue horns, while Runaanâs are dark blue. Almost everyone elseâs horns have purple or pink as their base color.
But then, see, Andromeda went on Runaanâs mission, and she died. Her spirit was the most aggressive in TTM, usually closest to Rayla with her sword out, as if she hated Rayla the most. If she had a vested family interest in Runaanâs mission succeeding, and then it went pear-shaped because of Rayla, that would make sense.
No matter if sheâs related to Runaan or not, sheâs wearing horn cuffs, so she was in a dedicated relationship of some kind, and thatâs so sad. Someoneâs missing her the way Ethariâs missing Runaan. :â((((
Anyway, itâs just a headcanon, but since you asked, there ya go.
Okay, on to my thoughts on the map, of which I have a normal and healthy amount:
The Map Border:Â
Everyone doodles in the borders. I love to see what they put there.
Starting in the upper left and going counter-clockwise, the five human crowns are cool
Cornucopia swirls center left look like an homage to Cabbage Man from ATLA
Bait is staring at Evenere. his home? Or maybe he just wants to eat the dragonfly on its logo
Human defender has a beard. Hairagorn. He's very heavily armored but has no helmet. Long hair is braided to rest on front of shoulder, like the blond elf in the painting at the Moon Nexus. Old timey hairstyle?
Heâs defending Katolis Castle specifically. I wonder if the little white building is kinda random or if itâs supposed to represent the Banther Lodge. Nah, I have a better guess: thatâs where Viren grew up
The crack in the map looks meta. It's been repaired somewhat. Makes me wonder if it's an in-world map, whose, who ripped it, and who fixed it. Sir Phineas Kurst seems like the kind of guy to almost shred his really cool map
The star behind Zym's egg has seven points
The two ships on the southern waters are western and eastern respectively. Tidebound elves from Singapore? Jack Sparrow would be proud
There is land just south of the Dragontail, wonder whatâs there?
The leaves around the human figure are small and numerous while the Moonshadow elf has fewer but bigger leaves
The elf is standing in the way of one of the six leaves growing out of the rune rose and that leaf's curly tip seems to have been replaced with a curl of the elf's very long hair
The human pose is more offense and the elf pose is more defense. But the elf has two swords, and one has some wicked hooks in it.
Elf has 4 fingers instead of 3 so whether itâs in-universe or meta, they were drawn by a human :DDD
The elf's braid winds around their horn and I think that's clever
High collar shirt under protective layer, bracers and elbow gloves, bare biceps, complex shoulder getup, ornate hair that's butt long and partly braided, two long slightly curving swords... horn cuffs too. This is a Moonshadow assassin in the same gear Runaan's got, poised to defend the Xadian half of the map as the human is poised to defend his side
The rune rose isn't a compass. It has a two sided pointer and six primal runes. Just decorative I guess. ;)
More lettuces on right center.
Maybe a portaling caterpillar on the center knot? Little bug pal, I see you
âThe Five Human Kingdomsâ lettered in red, âXadiaâ in blue. Giving me Stratego flashbacks. Even the flowers on their banners are color coded
Banners in the corners are similar but Xadia has more fluttery tips
Thunder drawn all attacky top center, does he have anything to do with the Frozen Sea being frozen?
Compass rose under Thunderâs wing
Dick island near the compass. Well, Duren is the breadbasket of the human lands. A most excellent cartography joke! 10/10 would chortle wholesomely again
The Human Kingdoms:
Neolandia
Capital Eboreus seems to be a lake city below a mountain and I'm here for all the Lake Town refs.Â
It's also the eye of the elephant shape
Not a lot of trees, mostly grasses or desert. Only borders Duren across a couple rivers/estuaries/sea channels
Heart shaped island next to elephant trunk
Land generally broken into several sections by sea/riversÂ
If itâs rivers, they seem to generate from the capitalâs lake and flow in several directions. And they say thereâs no magic left in the western lands! ;)
But if there was exactly one source of freshwater in a desert land, it makes sense that youâd find a way, magical or mechanical, to spread that lifegiving water in as many directions as possible so your people can thrive so kudos to Neolandiaâs ancestors/Tidebound elves/whoever managed that, itâs brilliant
I can and will make up explanations for anything on a map. I adore worldbuilding
Del Bar
Two named locations. Since Del Barâs national symbol is a serpent, I guess Serpentongue is the capital.
Hinterpeak is a sweet name. Looks like Helm's Deep with that retaining wall. Whatâs it for? Are there dwarves in this land? Is it an Earthblood stronghold? Maybe itâs like the Mines of Moria, and the Earthbloods were chased out and/or killed inside and now itâs full of nasty orcses but someone left a MacGuffin down there so *nudges hero* Off you pop.
Nice forests around the southern mountain range but northern DB is more arid or grassy lands like Neolandia.Â
Considering that crops grow well in Duren, which is farther north, I assume there is a massive meteorological gyre over the human lands, with a southern wind blowing down over the western realms and keeping them icy until the mountains of Hinterpeak block and divert them, protecting Evenere. The winds don't blow eastward without warming right up-- and causing thunderstorms in Katolis how about that-- because there is a warmer side to the gyre over Katolis and Duren, blowing tropical warmth and moisture north and providing rain for trees and crops alike. Most years, anyway.
How does the weather fail in Duren for seven years in a row, anyway? That seems like a Thunder issue. Unless itâs a Sunforge issue, which Iâll get to below.
Ahem.
Borders Neolandia, Duren, and Katolis across rivers, but most border is coastline.
Serpentongue probably got its name from the two river heads around it
Cluster of dead little cracks spawns a single river. Looks like someone cracked the tub and it drained away. I wonder how much of this landscape has been affected by the Mage Wars. Big watery basins have flooded and other spots seem dead. The lands may or may not actually touch depending on how deep some of these waterways are
Evenere
Looks like someone punched holes in the land with a giant pencil to make it a separate island. Broken outline with scattered islands
That Pawprint Isles has only four toes
Moon-shaped island is very crescenty indeed
Are these isles home to refugees or outcasts from Xadia? Listen, I want pirates and that sea looks pretty Caribbean to me
No capital city, hmmm what's that about? Is it underground, does it move? Maybe Fareedaâs capital is on the back of a world turtle and sheâs constantly on tour around the island?
That arm of land ending in a peace sign, please can we get surfers
The hills emanating from that claw shaped headland look like something is sleeping under the island, hello yes I am here for giant immortal creatures please
Katolis
its capital is also called Katolis, the only human realm to use the same name twice
Weeping Bay could be a ref to the tears the humans shed after they reached the west. Or the Moonshadow elves as they left their forest for the east. Or both. Both, in this case, is bad but balanced
Boomerang island next to the Dragontail
The river the Dragaang rode on was going uphill
The watery slash in the land between Katolis and Del Bar is awfully straight. So is the one between Del Bar and Neolandia. I call magical warfare.
Katolis has a bunch of mountains in the east, part of an old natural border before the lava one appeared
Mt Kalik is probably volcanic. It's a standalone mountain and it's really tall. Rex Ignius maybe? Oh, probably not, I think I see him peeking on the other side of the map
The trees of Duren and Katolis are different then the western lands. Softer green, deciduous. And the land itself is yellower, warmer in tone
Forests centered on Mt Kalik
The Moon Nexus looks like an eye on a dragon head near the Dragontail, and Evenere looks like a severed wing (Yes I am still wondering where Luna Tenebris went, why do you ask)
Weeping Bay looks like the most natural body of water in the western lands
Three red little trees scattered around the Katolis map. Fruit trees? How very Moonshadow.
Duren
The only land border among all the human kingdoms is between Duren and Katolis. Maybe it used to be further south along the river?
Capital is Berylgarten, set on a lake. Beryl is a stone thatâs usually green, blue, or yellow in color, very gardeny
Second smallest realm but the breadbasket of the human lands. Has several little forests and great tilled fields
Being a farmer in Duren is probably as awesome as being an assassin in the Moonshadow Forest; you do what you do for all your friendly kingdoms
Northernmost land is cold and craggy, named Skall's Hook along the sea
Third ship in the Frozen Sea is icebound and crushed. Looks western, indicating no possible passage
Lots of colored trees and shrubs as if fruitbearing, I keep comparing Duren to the Yakima Valley in Washington State
Where the lava reaches the Frozen Sea, it melts the ice next to Duren's mountains
Northern Xadia:
Lux Aurea
Most of the center lands of this map has warm tones for its ground. Maybe thatâs because of the long reach of the warmth and light of Lux Aureaâs Sun Nexus, and only the lands that are just too far from it are truly cold and icy. It would explain why Duren is a breadbasket realm so far north--itâs just across the border from Lux Aurea.
If thereâs anything to that, then I suddenly worry for the fate of all the human lands now that the Sunforge has gone dark. Itâs early summer now in Xadia, and crops in Duren will be ripening soon... Unless the sunâs magic was helping them grow. This coming winter could be rough. Next winter, people will die. Unless they can purify the Sunforge again.
Also, I have to wonder if Durenâs seven years of famine had anything to do with Sunforge shenanigans. Theyâd have happened at Khessaâs command, and we know she despises humans. If she was responsible for all the struggles that humans had to go through without enough food for seven years, and then their desperate attempt to fix the problem by invading Xadia for a Magma Titanâs heart which extended and exacerbated the war, I can see why Aaravos might feel Queen Khessa deserved to die
The cityâs shaped kinda like an Egyptian pectoral necklace on this map, and thatâs super pretty and not at all ominous
Also thatâs a lot of gold for a whole city and I wonder how they got it all
The Shiverglades and the Shards
These areas are north of Lux Aurea and seem cold but not very icy, even though the Frozen Sea is right there. More thoughtful glances at the Sunforge over this one. Is it warming the land, or not warming the sea? Both?
Shiverglades is a play on Everglades, so this is a cold swamp, which sounds super fun Iâm sure. Permafrost, tundra maybe?
The Shards seem to be rock islands with ice mountains. Glaciers are cool.Â
I wonder if something broke those islands off on purpose. Have I mentioned how much I enjoy worldbuilding? Yeah, well, I like world-wrecking, too.
Storm Spire
Has a good view on everything that happens for miles, including Lux Aurea, the Midnight Desert, the Shiverglades, the Black Tundra, the Uncharted Forest, and Drakewood.Â
Defensible position, no other tall mountains nearby
Also able to alert others to danger, especially since Avizandum could teleport like lightning
The Midnight Desert
Itâs pretty big! And it looks like itâs littered with ruins of columns and dead palm trees. Like something else used to be in that great space and then something Very Bad happened to it. Maybe there was one great city where all the elves could mix together, and then it got utterly obliterated and the elves all fled to their respective safe places around Xadia. A city of black stone, back when Aaravos wore a crown? Now pulverized to dust and surrounded by not one, not two, but three primal nexuses? Hmmm...
All the wisps could be heat from the sand, or spooky spirit hints, or just an ominous sign of danger from the snakes below, but the overall effect is that the land is unhealthy if not cursed
The oasis is marked, and it must contain a spring since it runs a river out to join the river that passes through the Moonshadow Forest
Also the actual oasis kinda resembles a blue lizard which is adorable and probably also terrifying
Moonshadow Forest
The Silvergrove is the only village marked in the forest, so in keeping with the other lands and general map legend rules, itâs likely the capital/central village for the Moonshadow elves
The village is marked by four round-roofed homes between two tall leafy trees that shelter and hide them. Itâs a hybrid balance between the blocky manmade castles of the human lands and the actual forest around them, showing a blending with nature that even the Sunfire city of Lux Aurea did not embrace, with all its golden buildings
Itâs a good-sized forest, and it kinda stretches thin to the east but there it tentatively connects to the Drakewood Forest
Moonstone Path to the west just chilling in the lava like a blank alignment chart. Moonstone Path is Chaotic Hot.
Southern Xadia:
Ruins of Elarion
Elarion is a city, and itâs been lost to the humans for a thousand years
The building outlines are squared-off towers like the more modern castles in the west, suggesting that humans in Xadia built for strength and defense as soon as they could. They felt vulnerable and created protections in their architecture. The three elven cities we see also play to their strengths, but those strengths include magic. Elarionâs humans had to find a different strength, and they went with craftsmanship and ingenuity
It seems to be the only human city from before the border was drawn
âRuinsâ doesnât necessarily mean no one lives there at all, but itâs been emptied of humans and no one else has maintained it since
It had a great position on a vast lake, with sheltering hills and easy sea access
Sea of the Castout
This inland sea has five inlets and outlets. Itâs hard to be sure which is which with some of them, with the way the water is drawn on this map. But Iâm kinda liking the idea that all the water swirlies are places where Tidebound magic has been placed over the millennia, so the water can do whatever it needs to do depending on circumstances. That goes for the human lands, too. Katolis backward river, youâre off the hook.
With a name like "Castout,â I wonder if it was some kind of universal toilet to flush away things you didnât want--including humans--who might wash up near Elarion and start to build there. Yeesh.
The rivers that flow into this sea pass through or near the Moonshadow Forest, the Midnight Desert, the Storm Spire, Drakewood, and the Uncharted Forest. Thatâs a lot of drainage.
Itâs pretty far from the Tidebound Archipelago, so maybe its name is referencing Tidebound elves who have left their home colony
Was this always a sea, or did something that Xadia wanted to forget get flooded and hidden in the depths?
The land around it seems open and hospitable. It could be a good place to build/rebuild in a time of peace.
The Far Reaches
Open grassland with low hills
Two of the hills look like giant boot prints
Several colorful trees which I hope are fruit trees
Bounded by two rivers from the Sea of the Castout
Looks homey tbh, great spot to retire to get away from everything if there were a war that really shook you up
Ocean Point
Thereâs a Star rune here, and it could mean many things
The closest other marked location is Elarion
If this was where Aaravos lived of his own free will, I can see why heâd take a shine to the humans. They were his neighbors.
If he is imprisoned here, itâs literally the furthest point in Xadia from the other elven realms, with the Moonshadow Forest being the closest one and Umber Tor not too much further but in a totally different direction. If they were trying to isolate him physically with a portable mirror to watch over him, thatâs a good spot for it
Possible location that the cube is leading Callum toward? Portal to the Star Touch home plane? Aaravosâs seaside B&B? Trap street?
Eastern Xadia:
Drakewood
Umber Tor looks to be the tallest mountain in all of Xadia, save possibly for the Storm Spire. Itâs more traditionally mountainy, with a nice snowcap. Since itâs labeled, Iâm guessing itâs the Earth Nexus, under which an Earth Archdragon sleeps
Also thereâs a giant yellowish-brown dragon chilling next to the Tor. Yeah, he seems nice. Rex Igneous, I presume?
Or maybe not, since the neighboring forest is called Drakewood. Maybe this woods is just where a bunch of Earth dragons hang out? Ezran and Pyrrah flew off and returned with a crew of Sun dragons from somewhere, so dragons must have communities too
The mountains that edge the sea are shaped roughly like a stone dragon in flight
Drakewood seems to be the forest closest to Umber Tor, with both deciduous and evergreen trees, though thereâs a huge swath of wooded land here, to the north and to the southwest. I wonder what the locals consider the border where the Drakewood becomes the Uncharted Forest and why. The way the evergreens are drawn almost looks like a border, a sort of kingswood set aside for a specific use. Rex Igneousâs best toothpicks?
Uncharted Forest
Okay this is a properly magical name, very mysterious. But uncharted by whom? People with charts? This might be a Sir Phineas Kurst name, which is outsidery, and it makes me wonder if the locals/neighbors have their own name for it, which the human explorer never learned, a la âThunderâ for Avizandum
Maybe âUncharted Forestâ just means no one ever turned those trees into charts though, old growth ftw
If no one lives here, will someone move here? If someone lives here, who are they? Earthblood elves? Moonshadow elves? Humans? This mystery, it calls to me
the trees are mostly deciduous and fill basically all of this whole section of land, up against the mountains and the rivers, so it seems very fertile land indeed
Earthblood elves could live here, but there is no city marked. Maybe because we havenât gotten that far in the show, or maybe thatâs the wrong sort of descriptor for how the Earthbloods live and organize. Maybe the whole forest is their city, like Pando, the interconnected quaking aspen clone forest
The northernmost part of this forest lies right between the Storm Spire and the Tidebound Archipelago, so it might get a regular flyover route for migration or messages
Yes, this forest is the most interesting place in Xadia to me, I desperately want to learn more about it
Black Tundra
Yeah this place isnât ominous
Similar to the Shiverglades, but where that has shrubbery, the Black Tundra has single dead trees and creepy curving spikes. Scorched? Poisoned? De-magicked?
The water north of this area isnât frozen, and with a lake to the south and a river and a moderate mountain range, the whole area looks like it would otherwise be decently habitable, but instead itâs cold and black
Is climate change a thing here, or will we get a nice horrible disaster instead?
Tidebound Archipelago
These islands have dotted lines around them, like theyâre submerged at high tide, or maybe made of shifting sand that literally moves around like sand dunes across a desert, or perhaps theyâre exactly at sea level with half their civilization in the air and half underwater or in cool bubbles, or maybe the islands actually float
Maybe the Tidebound elves even sank them on purpose for defensive purposes
The archipelago is about even latitudinally with the Storm Spire Lux Aurea, Berylgarten, and Eboreus so they probably get pretty nice weather
Thereâs no ice in sight here in any direction along Xadiaâs east coast, so presumably the prevailing current is a warm one
do they have bridges connecting the islands? Ferries, animals who give them a lift across?
the islands have quite a bit of space on them. I wonder if thereâs a big population, maybe a shifting population? Do Tidebound elves migrate up and down the coast like gray whales and return to the islands for certain holidays or social events?
This is probably the hub of the Tidebound elvesâ culture, but the sea surrounds the whole land and infiltrates it with many rivers and lakes. The Spinning Sea and the Frozen Sea are pretty firm Do Not Enter signposts, but a determined Tidebound could get around either one if they wanted to
What Iâm not seeing here is a city. Either itâs not been marked yet, or thatâs not a thing that Tidebound elves have in their culture. If they donât have a city, theyâre possibly migratory in family groups, or maybe they stick to small villages like the Moonshadows do, but with even less central leadership
#asks#map of xadia#i love maps okay#xadia#andromeda#rayla#runaan#lujanne#moonshadow elves#moonshadow assassins#tdp angst#angst#through the moon spoilers
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Cherry Red
Summary:Â Ness says they canât do anything about Chronos until the morning, so what should Dean do all night in 1944?
Pairing: 1944 Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1,900+
Warnings:Â Spanking, p in v, girl on top, come, arousal from pain.Â
A/N: For those of you 18 and over! This fulfills my @spnkinkbingo square for spanking. Gonna tag @impala-dreamerâ because Iâm proud of this one.Â
âKid, we got nothing to kill the bastard and we canât get it till morninâ, so why not go get some sleep?â Ness asks, deftly flipping his hat onto his head with the flick of his fingers.
âIâll sleep when Iâm dead.â
He bids Ness goodnight with strict instructions to be back at 5 AM. Even though he feels like heâs in The Untouchables, he needs to get back to Sam as soon as possible. That being said, thereâs no way in hell he was going to sleep his way through his free time in 1944. Something tells him thereâs some good strong whiskey and a beautiful dame out there somewhere.
As he saunters down the block (heâd say he wasnât sauntering, but the 1940s garb had him feeling some kind of way), he grabs the brim of his hat and tips it in the direction of anyone and everyone he comes across. Heâs so outta place but he plans to play it up for as long as heâs here.
Under his feet, water splashes from freshly fallen rain. The streets around him smell of rain with tinges of cigar smoke, which happens to be coming from a bar named Cahoots.
Opening the door, the bell above it rings, alerting everyone in the bar to the out of place âcopâ that just walked in. Deep brown wood is bathed in low light, bottles glistening on the simple shelf before the fellow patrons.
Dean starts to pull up a seat, seeing mostly men around him, but through the fog of cigar smoke he sees her. She scowls at every man who comes near, though most of them are acting like theyâd never seen a woman before, coming on too strong thinking they were meat or not coming on strong enough. Sure, Dean had gone to bed with his fair share of women, but he was big on willingness. Their willingness was pretty sexy.
He strides over and gently pushes through the throng of men, ordering a whiskey neat before turning his attention to the woman at his side. âSo whatâs a beautiful dame like you doing at this bar all alone? Are you rationed?â He asks, feeling every inch Humphrey Bogart.
âHow dâya know Iâm alone, g-man?â
Her hair is pinned in waves, perfectly framing her doe eyes - not innocent ones though, they held much more than most would think heâs sure. Sheâs decked in cherry red, a black belt cinching her waist and matching black heels showing every inch of her beautiful calves. Heâs used to seeing more skin on a woman, at least one in a dress, but something about the way sheâs dressed intrigues him. He wants to know more. Maybe Sammy had the right idea going after the classy girls.
Dean smirks and glances around at the other men in the bar; theyâve started to dissipate after realizing that the g-man had her attention. âWell, you arenât wearinâ a wedding ring, so youâre not hitched and in the two minutes Iâve been here, Iâve seen you wave on about five others whoâve been desperately trying to make a pass at the doll in the pretty red dress.â
She blushes and glances down at her glass. âYou got me, g-man, I am here alone. Iâve recently lost 180 pounds. Iâm here to celebrate.â
He cocks his eyebrow, a little confused.
âJust dumped the cheatinâ bastard,â she laughs.
Dean extends his hand and introduces himself, learns her name is Y/N. Apparently, sheâd only been going steady with the guy for a few months. âHe seemed a decent guy, you know. A real dreamboat, but then I caught him in bed with another woman so I got rid of his ass. What about you, Casanova? What brings you here?â
Loaded question.
âA little time off before I meet up with partner to finish this case weâre working on,â he says. Technically true, but way off the mark. As per usual in his life. âCan I buy ya another drink?â
âWith a face like that, why not,â she replies with a smile. Itâs the kind of smile that can ruin a man like Dean.
But what a way to go. âWell, excuse me for a beinâ a little doll dizzy, but would you wanna take this somewhere else?â
âYou take me for a charity girl?â
He assumes that means an easy woman, so he chooses his words wisely. âDefinitely not. But maybe one whoâs looking for a good time.â
âAnd you think you can show me that?â
Dean bites his lip and slips his hand over hers. âAbsolutely.â
Placing money on the counter to cover both their tabs, he escorts her out of the bar and into the cool night air. âMy motel is just done the block. Kinda here from outta town.â
âWell, as long as you can show me a good time anywhere, Iâm good to go, dreamboat.â
He could get used to her calling him that. But he shakes that thought away and picks up the pace. Though there arenât many people on the street, those that walk by seem impressed with the woman on his arm. As they approach the motel room, she leans into him, her eyes swirling with mischief. âHow do you feel about a lady takinâ charge?â She asks, her cherry red lips forming a smirk that makes him feel things he definitely shouldnât be feeling. âLemme show you a good time.â
The key fumbles in the lock, but he manages and when they cross the threshold, she pins him to the wall, peeling the pinstripe suit jacket away from his shoulders. âOh, the gun holster does things for me Dean.â
âTake a picture in that pretty little head of yours, because I need to take it off to do what I want to do. Need free range of motion.â
His hands skim up the backs of her thighs, gathering the material of her dress so that he can grab what he really wants. âI might be taking off this dress, but that doesnât mean something else canât be cherry red.â
Dean kisses her hard and starts to unbutton her dress, pushing it down to reveal the eraâs lingerie. He had to admit that modern era lingerie had his approval over this, but if anyone could pull this off it was her.
Hungrily, they cover each other in love bites and kitten licks as they remove the remainder of their clothing. âAlright, doll, get on your hands and knees on the bed and Iâll give you what you need.â
She giggles as she crawls onto the bed, wiggling what is quite possibly one of the perfect asses heâs ever seen. When he rakes his fingers up the right side of her ass, she shivers and leans into the bed. âTrust me?â He whispers.
For some reason, she does. âSpank me, Dean.â
A guttural grunt gets caught in his throat, his cock straining against the boxers heâs still wearing. His hand comes down on her ass, the resounding sound of the smack making him even harder. She whimpers and looks back at him. âHarder.â
He does as she asks, a faint imprint of his hand forming on her soft skin before he moves to the other side. âHave to make sure they match.â
She snickers, crawling backwards and standing bare before him. âSit,â she says quietly. He stares up with rapt attention, watching the curve of her body as she places herself over his knee; heâs pretty sure heâs died and gone to heaven, but heâs been to heaven before and it ainât this fun.
A peace falls over, his mind going blank once she sinks into him, her body pliable and ready for whatever he touch he intends to give. He runs his pinky over her slit, sheâs already wet. âAlready?â
She senses the teasing note in his voice. âAbsolutely. I can never seem to find a guy whoâll do this with me.â
Deanâs in awe and then he remembers when he is. âEveryone insist on treating you like a proper lady?â
âAnd I am,â she says. âI just like it rough.â She gasps the last of her thoughts when his hand comes down on her again. âFuck.â Each successive slap brings warmth to her already heated skin. Her nerves are alight, the contrast of sharp smacks and his soft touches sending her body into overdrive.
With each hit, she moans, squirming against his clothed cock. âDean, more, please.â
âCount them. Five each.â
âOne, two, three, four,â she counts out in quick succession. âOh fuck.â
Heâs entranced by how wet she is, her juices slipping down the side of her leg. He has six more hits to go but all he can think of is being buried inside her. After one more hit on her right side, he switches to the left, giving her two before stopping himself, allowing her to stew in her own anticipation.Â
During the in between beats, he watches how her body reacts, goosebumps prickling her soft skin, arousal dripping, muscles shaking. With the final slaps, she slips to the floor, her body pooling at his feet. She reaches up and pulls his boxers down, allowing his cock to spring free, already dripping with pre-cum.Â
When her mouth slips over the tip of his cock, he moans, but even her mouth isnât enough right now. He crawls backward onto the bed, silently inviting her up to join him.Â
The bed dips under her weight, her tongue running up the length of his cock before she straddles him, her legs on either side of his hips. âWant this pretty pussy?â
âDoll, you have no idea.âÂ
She sinks down onto his cock and whines at the stretch. Sheâs only been with a couple guys, but none have felt like him, velvet soft and insistently hard. The way his mouth drops open makes her smile; sheâs never had this kind of power over a man before, and itâs intoxicating.Â
Reaching up, Dean grabs her by the back of the neck and brings her body flush against him. âRight here, doll. Move that ass for me.â
She moans into his neck, crying out when he grabs the flesh of her ass, the sting from his hands blooming anew.Â
Dean moans. âFuck me.â
Her body moves of its own volition, the pain of his grasp spurring her on. Itâs frenetic and driven. And she starts to lose control. He steadies her hips above him and commands her not to move. He wants to watch as he pumps in and out of her. âLook.â He needs her to see it too.
As his cock thrusts upward into her, her breasts bounce with the force. He canât take it. Sheâs completely blissed out and itâs all him. Keeping her steady with one hand, he moves the other to her pussy, massaging her clit with his thumb. âOh hell, Dean. Iâm gonna-â
She canât complete her thought. Her head drops back, mouth agape as she cries out and her walls constrict around him and heâs not far behind.Â
Pushing her back, he pulls out and pumps himself roughly, her body still shaking when he comes on her stomach. âDoll, you have no idea what you do to a guy.â
She dips her finger into his release and sucks it off, moaning at the taste. âI have some clue, sugar.â
#spnkinkbingo#spnkinkbingo2020#dean winchester#1944 dean winchester#dean winchester x reader#dean winchester x you#dean winchester x y/n
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In Another World, Part I
Itâs @rodappreciationweek and I decided Iâd do something! Iâm still kinda mystified by the idea that Colt and MC couldâve had a completely different relationship if they had met under different circumstances so Iâd like to explore it.
This is going to be a multipart story with a ton of words for each chapter, so forgive me for the length. Colt x MC is going to be the focal point.Â
Ride or Die: A Bad Boy Romance. Colt Kaneko x f!MC (Deidre Wheeler). PG-13, with some warnings in regards to alcohol usage. ~5k words.
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Sheâs been over it sixteenâno, seventeen times. Check-in three weeks prior to the start of classes, RAs are all going to be at the front desk, and keys will be distributed in alphabetical order starting with last name. Ingrid is already set up and, for once, thereâs no need to be rankled at the idea of her being first. Theyâve already moved on from the bitter academic war they waged between each other.
âValedictorianâ goes to Deidre Wheeler, all around genius and undisputed number one hailing from Mar Vista Prep. Her dad thought it was absolutely hilarious but he always did say heâd rather see young brown girls fighting over achievements rather than stupid stuff. Heâs given her the speech about a thousand times, âwork twice as hard for half as much,â and work she has.
Burning through courses is almost a hobby more than a necessity. How many honors and pre-college credits are under her belt? Twenty? Itâs a rush like no other and almost induces a high of the most unusual sense. âBetter than yesterdayâs Deidreââitâs the mindset that keeps her going and the mantra that plays in her head on repeat. She conquered high school doing twice as much, three times as hard, and ten times better than the previous dayâs version of herself. Ingrid is very similar and itâs partially the reason why they were able to turn a rivalry into mutual respect within the past few months.
In hindsight, itâs a good thing she managed to quash that thing with Ingrid. High school is one thing and she canât afford to be all on her own in college. The online facilities tours make it clear sheâs made it someplace well above her dadâs humble salaryâLangston University. The most prestigious university on the east coast and full of alumni all running in elite circles who most certainly have been afforded educations that far exceed what sheâs been given in her life.
These are vacation homes in multiple countries typesâkids that have gotten pretty far on the most expensive schooling money can buy and parents that occasionally rub elbows with admissions officers and deans. Mostly wealthy white kids are stomping all over the campus on top of that, so of course thatâs an even bigger hurdle to jump. Allegedly, itâs the money theyâll judge her for the most but Mar Vista wasnât much different as far as the atmosphere is concerned. They underestimated her there too and sheâll roll right over these Langston kids. She doesnât know any other way to be.
âThere it is.â
Deidre lifts her head and peers out the window as the lush campus of her dream school passes by. Groups of kids wander the campus, likely visiting friends or heading to their summer classes. A few cars traverse the tiny winding streets and she thinks of the online facility tour again.
âState of the art buildings, each dedicated to the campus through the network of alumni and donors who are proud to call themselves âDrakes!ââ
âIngrid keeps talking about how big the room is,â she says. âStill have to share showers though, so hopefully the other girls wonât be gross.â
Her dad smiles.
âIâm real glad you two became friends.â She makes a noise and he rolls his eyes. âIâm real glad you two became acquaintances. It wonât feel as lonely out here when thereâs someone you know and sheâs got a good head on her shoulders. Knows what she wants and goes after itâlike you.â
She dips her head and her braids fall around her face. Her father shoots a quick look at her but doesnât say anything just yet. Heâd tell her to keep an eye on the landscape passing in the background. All sixty years of academic prestigeâprestige sheâs dreamed of delving intoâsurrounds her on all sides. Itâs Langston.
Her father shifts and gently squeezes her shoulder.
âYou remember seven years ago? When mom drew that portrait of me?â Deidre asks.
She can almost see it again: kitchen floor covered in white tarp yet streaks of paint still stain the linoleum. Her motherâs back always faced the door because the natural light always spills in on one particular side. Orange, yellow, and blue cans of paint fill the room with a chemical smell but she found she never minded it so long as she could watch her mother work. Deft hands glide along the canvas in total silence filling in color and smoothing out rough edges.
She remembers the little moments when her breath would hitch and her body leaned forward as her mother utilized some other form of artistic witchcraft to make her already stunning art into a masterpiece. She remembers watching her motherâs tongue retract back into her mouth as she put the finishing touches of brown in her subjectâs eyes. She remembers the wide smile that broke across her motherâs when the work was finally completed.
Her father sniffs and clears his throat. Of course he remembersâhow could he ever forget his wife?
âPacked it in the back for you,â he says. âA lot of her old stuff is still at home but that painting had to come with you to school. She neverâŚâ He pulls the car to a stop at her residence hallâher new home for the next four months. Ray Wheeler is a man thatâs seen every type of tragic story imaginable and felt it in spades when Death came for his wife. Her father reaches across and caresses Deidreâs cheek, choking on tears dangerously close to falling as he stares into eyes that haunt him. âI know sheâs proud of you. Iâm proud of you, baby girl. And no matter what happens from this day forward, I need you to know you earned this. You busted your ass and you made this dream into your own reality. You are capableâmore capable than anyone I have ever known.â
She wipes her own tears. Five years ago, she lost her mother yet every day it feels like sheâs still watching. Deidre looks up at the dorm in front of herâall square and looking more spacious than it has the right to be. Twice as hard to get half as much and sheâll keep pushing, not because there are eyes on her but because she sees it and wants it for herself. Success, sure, but endless possibility above it all.
Deidre steels herself and shares a determined look with her father. They both slide out of the car and every step she takes towards the building makes her tremble. She soldiers through it with her head up and her heart slamming in her chest. Â
~
It takes an hour to fight through the throngs of students jockeying for their keys to their rooms. RAs and parents alike scream, most of the students are chatting incessantly or on their phones. Itâs pure chaos and she almost loves it. The sight of a tall blonde in a cute blue dress has Deidre squinting at first until said blonde turns her head and sheâs met with Ingridâs picture perfect smile.
Ingrid wraps her up in a hug tighter than the one she gave at graduation. It is warm like peak hours on a beach and smells like a brand of perfume that costs money just to name out loud. When Ingrid pulls back, her make up is impeccable and her smile is brighter than the sun. She has to rise to her full height because she has to lean down to reach Deidre and it suddenly makes little sense why Deidre even disliked her for all those years.
âHi Mr. Wheeler!â Ingrid exclaims, peering over Deidreâs shoulder and waving enthusiastically.
Her father gives a small wave back. âHowâs your summer been?â
âOh, so-so,â Ingrid responds, still smiling. âI guess Iâm just anxious. Most of the time, Iâm wandering around campus trying to wrap my head around this and then other times Iâm just hanging out. So you know,â she absently waves a hand, âjust your average young adult on the verge of being a real adult. Oh!â Deidre startles when Ingrid whirls on her. âMost of your stuff is here!â
Deidre tosses a glance at the packed lobby. âI still need my keys first.â
Ingrid snorts. âI got this.â
She barely manages to usher out a strangled sound of protest as Ingrid pulls her along through the lobby. The RA, Danny, quirks a brow at both of them. It takes less than ten minutes for Ingrid to weasel Deidreâs keys from Danny despite her name being dead last on the list. A couple of parents and students toss annoyed looks at them but all they get in return is Ingridâs signature hair flip backed by Rayâs own intense glare.
Langston isnât much different from the average ivy league. She canât wrap her head around how much cash probably flows into this place but she can appreciate what some of that money does. Ingrid leads the Wheelers through rather straightforward halls until they reach the room. She watches anxiously as Deidre uses her key on the door and slowly opens it.
Itâs a room almost as wide as the kitchen and living room at her dadâs house back in LAâtwo beds pushed on opposite sides with enough space in the middle to put two more if they wanted. Ingrid told her she wanted a bunk set up and has already finagled her desk and dresser beneath the gap. Various items decorate the space from fairy lights to the delicate lace framing the bed.
Natural light pours in from two rather large windows and exposes a view of the winding campus walkways. More students traverse these paths, shoving and laughing at each other as they shuffle to their next destination. Deidre peers out the window, takes it all in through two blinks and a breath. When she looks back at Ingrid, sheâs gesturing towards the pile of essentials sitting on the other side of the room still waiting to be removed from the packaging.
She can already see itâdawn cresting just beyond the bend of trees framing the opposite side of the walkways as birds gleefully sing. Her heavy eyelids slowly open as she feels around for her water bottle and she removes her thick rimmed glasses so she can properly greet the morning sun. Her bed is pushed against the other wall much like Ingridâs and sits on four pillars that raise the whole construct off the ground by a comfortable margin. Owls decorate her pillows and covers, muted blue and soft mint green the most prominent color theme, and she stretches sitting cross-legged at her desk while a full nightâs worth of work covers her computer screen from top to bottomâŚ
âYouâre already thinking about writing a paper or something, arenât you?â
Deidre shoots an annoyed look at Ingrid.
Deidreâs father whistles and turns slowly, taking in all aspects of the spacious room. âYou girls should be cozy enough in here.â He shakes his head and mutters, ââŚall this damn moneyâŚâ
âYou want to start putting your stuff together?â Ingrid asks, poking at the boxes still patiently waiting by the bed. âI mean, no rush or anything!â
Deidre shares a look with her father and the two smile warmly. Itâs almost like old times again.
Strange thinking of it as old times like it wasnât just three days ago that she played the last game of Conqueror with her dad on a quiet Friday night. He was somber then, still anxious and afraid of sending his only child off into the world. Every night it feels like heâs telling her a new story about a girl that got caught up in a mess she didnât belong in or a boy that never had a fair shot at life. Cop parents are weird about the dangers of the world but she didnât want him to feel bad so she just nodded and acted like she was listening.
Cracking open the packages is making it more real by the minute. Her father lifts one side of the bed while both girls slide the platforms under each leg. Ingrid helps Deidre push her desk up against the wall underneath the windows and her father hefts the back portion onto it. The rhythm is far too familiarâDeidre pulls her weight but her father shoulders most of the burden. He took care of her for five years after her mother passed and it frightens her to think of what heâs going to do now that sheâs no longer in his reach.
The rest of the day goes by in a terrible blur and she canât stop thinking about her father. Fairy lights wrap around the legs of the bed and stretch across the headboard. More are carefully woven in a delicate pattern above the wall that now holds a distinct picture of a younger version of herself. Muted blue and soft mint green sheets, pillows, and comforter bring a pop to the room that perfectly pairs with the soft pink and white of Ingridâs side. Owls in various adorable depictions stare back at her.
It unfolds slowly and becomes the image she pictures it to be. When they all finish, she realizes her father is leaving tomorrow morning.
She starts crying as soon as his hand gently squeezes her shoulder and Ingrid quietly excuses herself from the room, tossing a sympathetic look towards the two Wheelers finally coming to grips with their rapidly shifting reality. Her brain almost tries to get her to remember the last time she cried but she stops it before it even starts.
âYouâre gonna do just fine, baby girl,â her father says, choking up on the very assurance. They both know she will. Theyâll both be fine once things get going in this new world. He pulls her back and wipes at her freefalling tears. âIt doesnât matter how far away I am, Iâm only a phone call away, you understand?â
Deidre nods. âIâllââ
He shakes his head.
âIâll see you soon,â he says and nods proudly.
The world is changing. They are changing. But theyâll be here. She has to believe it.
âIâll see you soon,â she repeats.
He stays until the evening and buys the girls dinner. The food is good and the right amount of greasy (salad for Ingrid though; Deidre never knew she was a vegetarian). Once he leaves, she is somber once more. Night encroaches quickly and she tucks herself into bed rather early. As Ingrid removes her makeup, she tosses a question over her shoulder.
âAnything in particular you doing tomorrow?â
Deidre shifts quietly. âNo? Whatâs up?â
~
Within less than 24 hours, she breaks all the rules again.
Thereâs a list of them she always knew sat at the back of her head. All four years of high school revolve around themâshe is Ray Wheelerâs daughter, she will conduct herself appropriately in his house. As long as heâs paying for her food and heâs paying for the clothes on her back, he expects discipline. No partying, no drinking, no smoking of any kind, and she responds with âyes sirâ and âno, maâam.â
âOoh, yes. Dark lippies are so you.â
Ingrid, who is much sweeter than Deidre ever gave her credit for, seems genuinely interested in befriending her despite their previous drama. Sheâs a bit too tall to share clothes but it just so happens that sheâs an expert in making outfits when she puts her mind to it. A pair of scissors lies abandoned on Ingridâs desk and strips of cloth lay equally forgotten upon the floor. Makeup cakes Deidreâs face (thanks to a quick trip to a local Sephora) and her body squirms in the newly made outfit that adorns her body.
She looksâŚdifferent. Almost as different as the first time she went to a âhigh schoolâ party. She remembers a few things from thenâcopious drinking and a lot of dancing, maybe a stray couple or two making out in the corners. Her face heats at the memory but she pushes it down.
College is different. A fresh start. Ray Wheeler isnât here and he doesnât need to know.
Deidre pulls at the short skirt clinging to her hips and fiddles with the crop top that is definitely slipping down (it isnâtâshe just canât help  feeling like it is). Ingrid gently pushes her hands away so she can finish applying makeup, her tongue peeking between her lips and her brow drawn tight as she concentrates. It takes another hour before Ingrid steps back with a bright smile plastered on her face.
âObserve,â she says, stepping to the side and gesturing at the mirror.
When Deidre looks at the glass, she knows the face that stares back at her well. Itâs her, makeup wonât change the bookish air she carries or the obvious awkward tension in her. Dark liner wonât change the inquisitive look in her brown eyes. Shiny eyeshadow and shimmery lippies wonât erase that strange pout, as if sheâs chewing her lip trying to decipher some mystery she canât quite put her finger on.
She looks the same but also different. This is going to be different.
âIâm insanely jealous of your makeup skills,â Deidre says, staring wide eyed at her reflection.
Ingrid beams. âYou should be.â
~
Turns out Ingrid has made a lot of friends in the time sheâs spent on her own out here.
âTheyâre not really friends friends,â she clarifies. They approach the frat house at a fast pace due to the length of Ingridâs bold strides. Deidre keeps up as best she can although the journey is a little harder in heels. Ingridâs lips purse. âOne of the guys here is the son of the head of the biochem department. Allegedly, itâs a real boys club here and the only women that really get passes areâŚyou knowâŚâ
Her brows raise and Deidre sighs.
âLegacy,â they both sigh.
People start appearing around the bends and corners, each one of them dressed to the nines for a frat party. A few boys shout the Greek letters of the frat and pointedly show off their dates. Deidre looks back at Ingrid and notes the determination flaring in the taller girlâs eyes.
âThereâs only two women in that department but they both teach upper levels. I wonât be able to take their classes this year.â Ingrid levels a serious look at Deidre. âWeâre smart as hell. Smarter than most of these other people but they wonât act like it.â
Sheâs heard this conversation a million times.
âWork twice as hard for half as much,â Deidre mutters.
âIâm not gonna do anything with the guy. I just need to milk him for a bit,â Ingrid says.
The frat house isâŚa scene.
Gold and blue flags drape from windows down the side of the house. People spill out the door onto the porch and spread across the lawn. Loud music blares from speakers on the inside of the house and the beat vibrates through every muscle in her body.
Every step forward has her more nervous than the last. Ingrid takes her hand and leads her through the throng of people crowding the door. Eyes land on them instantlyâcurious, heated, suspicious, accusatory, and every emotion in between. She sees the stray looks raking over her braids and the sneers that follow. Those ones she actually does make eye contact with and musters the most indignant look she can manage. They look away soon enough but not before sharing cruel snickers amongst each other.
The further in Ingrid leads her, the more prominently the bass thrums. She can barely recognize the latest Raleigh Carrera single. It seems like itâs been slowed.
âI see the guy!â Ingrid shouts. Deidre leans closer and follows her gaze towards him. He looks about what she expectsâtall, brunette, and wearing a lot of things that probably cost more than her life. Ingrid shares a sheepish smile. âHeâs not that bad, I promise. His friends are kinda gross though, so donât be afraid to stand your ground. One of his buddiesâthat guy?â Ingrid points at a boy with glasses. âHeâs a sophomoreâmechanical engineering. Have a chat with him!â
They get close enough to Ingridâs guy that he practically jumps up when he sees them.
âHey, you!â he exclaims, throwing his arms around Ingrid. She returns his hug but Deidre doesnât miss the way she squeezes her hand. When he pulls back, he flashes a dopey grin. His hands donât come off Ingridâs shoulders. âI was wondering when youâd show up! You look really good.â
Ingrid flips her hair and smiles a bit. She nods at Deidre. âThis is my friend, Deidre. Deidreâthis is Tatum.â
Tatum gives a two finger salute and Deidre returns a small smile. âAny friend of Ingridâs is a friend of mine. Welcome to the frat! Come here, letâs get you girls some drinks.â
The girls jerk to an immediate halt. Or rather, Deidre tugs Ingridâs hand hard. Thereâs a wild and panicky look in her eye, she knows it. Ingrid, bless her heart, immediately remembers that between the two of them, one of them has an incredibly loving father who is also a police officer.
âUm, so likeââ Ingrid whips her head around and Tatum looks up from the punch bowl. âCan you make one nonalcoholic? ItâsâŚumâŚâ
Deidreâs face heats up. âIâm notâŚIâm not much of a drinkerâŚâ
Tatumâs friends share a laugh between each other and throw glances at him, expecting him to laugh along it seems. Ingridâs body tenses next to Deidre but sheâs too nervous to say anything further. Itâs not like she didnât want to have these experiences. Ray Wheeler is caring but he wouldnât tolerate a daughter that was less than perfect. Perfect angel with perfect grades and a perfect attitudeâshe wants to try different but doing that is easier said than done.
Tatumâs friends nudge each other but Tatum nods earnestly.
âOh, sure!â he answers. He pours some unholy blend of expensive alcohol and mixer in one cup, then makes a mocktail in another cup. He hands off their drinks with a flourish. âSo howâs the east coast treating you both?â He shoots a quick look to his friends and gestures at the girls. âI mentioned Ingridâs from LA, yeah?â
One of his friends looks up. âI bet everyone ask if youâve met famous people all the time.â
Ingrid shrugs âItâs not a big deal. You all have probably met more of them than me.â
âI hung out with Nathan Sterling and Poppy Min-Sinclair on my dadâs yacht earlier this year,â Tatumâs glasses wearing friend says. He shrugs nonchalantly. âYou know heâs trying to get in here? Kind of a lame move after everything he pulled at that other school but itâs whatever.â He nods towards Tatum. âDidnât your mom have Bianca Sandoval over?â
âEr, yeah.â Tatum laughs a bit. âPoppy Sinclair though? Howâd you make it out of that one?â
His friend shakes his head. âShe wasnât really interested in talking and I wasnât really big on listening. Anyway whatâs up with you, Deidre? You meet anyone cool in LA?â
âUh, not reallyâŚâ She takes a small sip of her drink.
The guys remain silent for a beat before Tatum jumps in. âSoâŚuh⌠You been anywhere fun this summer?â
âMostly bouncing between my parentsâ vacation homes,â Ingrid answers. She offers a sweet smile to Tatum, who perks up immediately. âNothing too exciting though. Been to Monaco once, youâve been a million times.â
Itâs a conversation that drones on, quite literally dragging its feet across the marble floors. At first, Deidre thought Ingrid would flash a pretty smile, maybe flirt a little. It takes a moment but she starts piecing it together soon enough.
One of the boys asks a question and Ingrid gives a nonchalant answer. Instead of elaborating, she reroutes the conversation back to the boys, essentially handing them the next subject and the floor while she takes ginger sips of her drink.
Suddenly it makes far too much sense how Ingrid knew so much about the kids at Mar Vista. Give them an inch and theyâll run six miles with it. She learns about them and they learn what they think they know about Ingrid. Keeping up with the conversation gets increasingly difficult for Deidre but Ingrid always finds a way to swerve it back around to the guys so they can yammer on about their dadsâ possessions and their mothersâ niche businesses.
Itâs so drab despite the affluence dripping from their words and gleaming in the low light of the house. Deidre looks around at the many faces slowly rocking and grooving to the beat, or rather what they think is the beat. Couples sway together and drunken kisses are swapped. She downs the rest of her drink and turns, freezing on the spot.
Tatumâs friendâBrandonâthe boy with the glasses and one year of experience with the mechanical engineering program under his beltâlooks directly at her with something in his gaze sheâs sure she doesnât like. Like he clearly wants something from her that sheâs not ready to give.
âExcuse me,â she says, squeezing past Ingrid.
Sheâs not too proud to admit sheâs running. Sheâs certainly not too proud to admit that sheâs out of her element here. Itâs hot and starting to get a little rank. Someone is definitely smoking weed, or maybe a lot of people are smoking weed. Alcohol, too much expensive perfume and cologneâ
A boy wretches in the corner of the kitchen and her face twists in disgust. All over the floor, completely missing the garbage can and itâŚitâs covering his shoesâŚ
Deidre pushes past a couple of girls crowding the back door and ignores their moaning.
Outside smells good. Outside feels good. Fresh air and plenty of space to move around. There are chairs strewn across the patio as if theyâve been haphazardly thrust to the side save for one. A boy sits in it, head bowed and broad back facing the door. He doesnât move for a while though the muted light of his phone shines bright in the night.
Deidre takes a step forward, head tilting and arms wrapping around herself in the cold. The wood must creak underneath her feet because the boy turns around and hits her with a look that almost scares her. It isnât that he is scary lookingâhe just seems unapproachable. Thick brows draw tight and dark eyes linger on her cautiously like heâs trying to figure her out before she can figure him.
âUhâŚâ she stammers. She takes a few more steps forward and doesnât take her eyes off him as he follows her. âSorry, Iâm justâI just needed some air for a second.â
She meekly drags one of the chairs away from its plastic brethren and sits down in it. Thereâs a good few feet of space between her and the boy.
He shrugs and returns to whatever is on his phone.
A few minutes of silence pass between them and she knows sheâs blown her chance at making new friends. Tatum and Brandon seem like alright people but she knew Langston was going to be a test of all kinds. Wealth oozes from every corner of this place. Prestige and ladder climbing is not just about who you know, itâs who your parents know and have Tuesday brunch with. Ingrid chases a dream of being a doctor and all Deidre ever wanted was to bury her head into mechanics, taking things apart and putting them together again. Sheâs lost count of how many small appliances sheâs broken and fixed. Her father hated it but he never stopped her either. She was smart and he refused to stifle her.
Itâs why he always stressed twice as hard for half as much. People have been underestimating her since the day she was born but she never let that stop her from pushing herself. Being STEM and Black and femaleâsheâs a nightmare and sheâs been ready to haunt some prestigious minds for a minute.
But first, sheâll have to survive her first frat party and sheâs already desperate to go home.
âAlright, Iâll bite.â Deidre glances at the boy and heâs looking at her out the corner of his eye. âYou keep sighing like you donât want to be here.â
Part of her deflates.
âItâs not my crowd,â she answers. Her eyes rake over him againâdark shirt and regular blue jeans, thereâs a jacket hanging on the back of his chair and sheâs almost certain that itâs leather. âHow long have you been out here? You donât seem too keen on being here either.â
He doesnât say anything for a moment and she wonders if heâs lost interest in the conversation that quickly. Eventually, he sighs. âIâm here because my roommate is an asshole.â
He doesnât elaborate any further.
âHeâs inside?â she asks.
âSheâs at home. Thereâs a chick sheâs been talking to all summer.â He puts his phone to sleep and crosses his arms. âIâm just waiting for her to text me.â
It takes a long few minutes for her to understand it and then her face heats. She hadnât gotten around to discussing roommate etiquette with Ingrid. Thereâs so much shit sheâs already forgetting.
Deidre fiddles with the edge of her skirt and looks away.
âSo if you donât want to be here, why stay?â she asks.
âWhy do you?â
She rolls her eyes.
âMy friendâs inside.â She hopes it doesnât sound weird coming out of her mouth. Twenty-four hours and sheâs still in disbelief that Ingrid Tran Delaney is now her friend. âSheâs talking to a guy, I guess.â
âYou guess? Seems like that kinda thing would be pretty straight forward,â he says. Slowly sheâs starting to feel like coming out here was a bad idea. Still better than being inside with Tatum and his friends, but not by much.
âSheâs making connections, so she says,â Deidre corrects. âAnd Iâm pretty sure I blew my chance at doing the same.â
She looks back at the boy and heâs just staring at herâ
Through her, actually. She lets her eyes roam his face a bitâkind of boyish despite his height with the only sharp angles on him sitting prominently in his cheeks. The lights from inside the house shine on golden skin but doesnât quite reach those piercing eyes. She opens her mouth looking to chew on her lip but remembers the dark lippie sitting there. He starts looking at herâreally looking and it occurs to her that heâs not seeing her the same way Brandon did.
The boy seems cautious. Almost like he canât trust that sheâs just an awkward girl having an awkward but normal conversation. He leans back in his seat.
âSomething worth having is something you have to take for yourself,â he says. âYou canât wait on some silver spoon toting douchebagâs go ahead. Most of these types will walk all over you without hesitation.â
The corners of her lips quirk. âBasically Mar Vista all over again.â
âHey, you made it this far. Langston doesnât even throw a backwards glance at average students so donât knock what youâve got,â he says, turning back to his phone.
âThanks, umâŚâ She looks pointedly at him and he just stares back. After a moment, he rises to his feet and grabs the jacket hanging on the back of his chair.
âNope.â
The silence that follows feels like a punch to the gut.
âNoâŚ?â she slowly says.
âNo need for it.â He slips the jacket on and zips it up. When he glances back at her, she slightly shifts away. âGo find your friend. Iâm getting out of here.â
Before she can call out, he turns heel and walks off the porch into the night. People dodge out of his way pretty quickly on approach and she realizes that he walks tall, undeterred.
A few long minutes pass before she makes her way back through the house and back at Ingridâs side. She shares a small smile and grabs Ingridâs hand. Tatum regales another story of something his parents did but he had nothing to do with and all Deidre can think about is that weird boy with the leather jacket.
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Hello! I love your profile picture! I like Lev the more I think about him, somehow looking at that picture while I read your work goes well together! Is that weird? I just mean, I enjoy your work a lot! Your personality seems really sweet, too! I saw your post about getting headcanons requests. So, I hope this is alright to still ask for! What about Lev, Akaashi, and Kuroo with a s/o who really likes to play with their hair? Like, braids, hair clips, etc? Is that alright! Thanks just for you!
Hello!! You are so sweet OMG thank you so much!! I love lev TBH he is so sweet like Iâd def say he is one of my favorites. Thank you so much for this request it is adorable and I love it, I hope the headcanons are enjoyable and again thank you! Your words are so sweet!
Akaashi
The moment your hands are in his hair he becomes so relaxed like you can feel the tension leave his body, sometimes this is accompanied by a contempt humm of his if you are somewhere private.
He does not really mind what you do with his hair, he pays not much attention to whether you are adding clips or giving him tiny ponytails. This specially if the two of you are watching a movie or reading together.
Probably has fallen asleep while you play with his hair, it just feels so nice.
His hair is not very long so maybe itâs not ideal for braiding, however his hair is really soft, like, amazingly soft so it is very nice to the touch.
If the two of you are just chillin at home he will leave whatever you did to his hair for as long as possible, he finds it way too endearing, something special and so you.
He will play with your hair in return, if you like so. He will sometimes just see you doing something contempt, or even working and a little stressed and he will run his hands through your hair. He does so with such care, it is such a tender touch that of his.
One day he arrives to school with a hair pin that you put in him, he just liked how it looked on him when you put it on so he decided to not take it off. When you see him you die because itâs such a cute gesture.
After that you make a point to put on cute pins on his hair so that he keeps them all day long, and to much of your delight he does most of the time.
Bokuto was so curious about it, he complimented Akaashi so much
Kuroo
Good luck with this boyâs hair, it is untamable and he warns this the first time your hands roam up to his hair.
While his hair is hard to work with it is fun to try and stylize. Contrary to Akaashi while his hair is long so you have a lot to work with, it is not particularly the softest. While it is not rough it is generally coarse because he has thick strands, which is why his bead-head works so well
On the bright side his thick hair is perfect for hairstyles that will hold, if you manage to style his hair it is most likely staying that way.
He loves when you play with his hair, specially when he is doing homework. Sometimes when the two of you are together he just holds your hand and puts it on his hair so you play with it
The first time you manage to style his hair he is ecstatic;one of his concerns literally is that he cannot get rid of his hairstyle so when you change it for a bit he shows it off to literally everyone
What he loves the most is when you brush it for him, if it is not particularly tangled he enjoys the feeling of the brush
If you pin up the hair that covers his eyes before a match it will be like heaven to him and will ask you do so every time, that way he can see better and look amazing.
More than he loves when you play with his hair he loves playing with your hair. If you teach him how to braid he will do so every time,it's his favorite thing to do even if its short, which in that case he will do little braids is possible.
If you keep on one of his braids for the whole day and wear it around he will be so happy and absolutely proud.
Lev
This big baby loves when you play with his hair, brais are his favorite thing, his hair is just the right length for small beautiful braids
The first time you played with his hair chuckled as it kinda ticked him, but he loved every second your hands were working on his hair, it just felt so nice to him and sent shivers down his spine.
When he looked at the end result he was beaming, his smile was so big because he looked so good with what you had done to him
He asks you to braid his hair quite frequently and just wears the braids everywhere, he loves showing them off and will loudly announce that his amazing hairdo is all your work
He is just so happy to have someone that cares for him so much as to play with his hair and even style it for him. Like he loves how it feels but he loves even more the fact that itâs you doing it.
He always compliments what you do, and loves how tender you are with him.
His hair is incredibly thin so sadly for him it doesnât hold up hairdos well, that is why braids are his favorite of them all, specially when he is playing matches because it gets his hair out of the way.
He loves running his hands through your hair, he loves how it feels, however he always makes a mess out of it, it always ends up sticking out unnaturally or outright tangled
He has a hard time being soft so thatâs mainly the reason why him touching your hair is maybe not the best idea.
Still it feels good and even relaxing when he plays with it almost like a massage, so a bad hair day is the small price to pay for it.
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