#like I would break down and cry wherever I am

[c-duceusclay]

What FRIDA and FCG kissed, and it looked like the way Wall-E and Eve kiss 🥺🥺

[talkorsomething]

I get to spin in the parade for realsies btw 🥰 only had one (1) minor breakdown at practice !

[eowynstwin]

i’m drooling at ur older bf price (not much else to say except when/if u ever have more thots abt him please share 🙏)

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You curl in on yourself after sex, sometimes. It’s a pattern Price has noticed—you’ll finish, then he will, and in the humid moments after, the shutters in your eyes will close. You won’t meet his gaze.

He’s only asked once about it, and it had been so clear that the question disturbed you that he hadn’t pressed. You’d tell him, he reasoned, when you were ready—

(And he could nudge you in that direction in the meanwhile.)

The sink is put back together, cabinet door closed. Your sundress is wrapped and twisted around your midsection, naked breasts wet with his saliva and compressed against his chest as you lay panting on top of him. His shirt is in some far-off corner, thrown aside, and his jeans are around his knees.

“That was nice,” he murmurs in your ear, kissing your hair. He makes a home for his fingertips between your shoulder blades, walking the trail of your spine, up and down, slow as a tide.

“Mm-hm,” you say, out at sea. Far away.

He can’t deny that it disappoints him. But it isn’t about him, and he shouldn’t make it so. Even if it is about him, it isn’t actually about him—it’s about something else that has attached itself to him. Things are like that more often than not—deeper, older problems with hooks, the barbed kind that sink in and cling and won’t come out of their own accord.

So he keeps kissing your hair, and he keeps stroking your back. His softened cock hasn’t slipped from you yet, and he makes no move to dislodge it. You nestle closer to him; shift your body over his, a little, just for the feeling of it. He waits for the sigh—the long, steady breath you take after the act, after you’ve found yourself again in wherever it is you go after moments like this.

“This is probably weird to talk about after sex,” you say, and Price’s ears perk up.

“Nothing weird between us, dove,” he encourages. “What’s on your mind?”

You play with his chest hair a little, twirling it around with the manicured ends of your nails. (A manicure he happily paid for.)

“You’re the first man who’s ever given a damn about me,” you mumble into his neck.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he says honestly. He kisses you again, because he wants to, and because he wants it to comfort you.

“You don’t make me feel stupid for not being able to do stuff on my own,” you continue. “My step—my mom’s husband. He used to make fun of me for, for getting confused about changing my car’s oil. Or he’d get annoyed at me. Or I’d need him to change my tires because I can’t do it on my own, and I’d call him for help, and he wouldn’t pick up the phone.”

“He sounds like a piece of work,” Price comments.

A younger version of himself would have offered to beat the shit out of the asshole. That self’s anger on your behalf sits radioactive in his chest even now—corrosive, roiling, righteous fury, ready to carve your name on whatever offal is left over after Price gets through with him.

But that would be for his own ego, not for you. That has no place here.

“Do you know—” and your voice breaks a little, “do you know how bad it feels when a man who’s supposed to look out for you treats you like you’re an idiot? Like you’re not smart enough to be worth helping?”

“Some,” he says. “It’s an awful feeling. I wish you didn’t know how it felt, dove. I’m sorry.”

He feels something warm and wet drip onto his chest, and your shoulders begin to shake.

It’s not the full-body, wracking cry of catharsis. Just an episode of something longer, something tired. A problem dealt with, over and over again—a wound that reopens sometimes, if it’s pulled the wrong way.

Price gathers you closer, wraps his arms around you tighter. He cups the back of your neck with one hand and murmurs “shhh” into your hair, soothing and quiet, squeezing you against him.

“I’m okay,” you say, a little watery. “Really, I am.”

“I know you are,” he says.

He tilts your face toward his, and kisses the center of your forehead. You meet his eyes with your own, wide and glistening with your tears.

“I’m always gonna help you, dove,” he promises, catching one that falls with the edge of his thumb. “And you can always ask.”

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No I don’t have daddy issues why do you ask

[monzamash]

easy to please lando norris x you rating – mature (sexual themes, coarse language) blurb for ✨monzamusings✨

thinking about u, the text read. above it, there was a photo – dark, a little bit blurry, possibly a figment of your weary imagination. a hand pressing down on black cotton, tanned and veiny – a hand you immediately recognised. fingers too, gripping the thin material and an outline that had you sitting up in bed, lazy smile slipping across your flushed cheeks as the picture came into focus. lip bitten. baby, was all you sent in reply. your eyelids fluttered shut momentarily, loosing the battle to sleep until you felt your phone buzzing, resting in your slack hand. they were coming thick and fast and bringing you back into the present. your fingers tingled from the sensation when you held it up and nearly dropped the bright screen on your squinting forehead. don’t baby me i miss u can i call please???? winky face emoji.

you sighed sharply into the plush pillow beside your head, wondering whether or not you had the energy for it. the appetite was always there. hell – all you could think about was him; even in the mundane moments, he was everywhere you looked – your work, your friends, the cheesy rom com that made you cry before wrapping yourself up in a blanket and falling asleep. you missed him. the back and forth, the will they won’t they bullshit nearly sending you into a spiral of complete and utter confusion. the future was uncertain; the distance between where you were and wherever he was in the world unbearable but what you did know was that you loved him, missed him. and he was yours.

heartbreakingly so. alright romeo but make it quick always am hehe. dickhead.

the phone call connected after one, maybe half a ring – there was no pretence anymore with you and lando. this was routine now, the late night calls across oceans, and it was always the same. whispered, i miss you's and i love you's, strangled moans, hands frantically chasing the high of what you knew felt like heaven together, by whatever means necessary, the best dirty talk you could ever imagine, barely tiding you over until you could be close enough to feel each other again.

“hi pretty girl.”

“hi boyfriend”

“ugh, i love it when you call me that. say it again…”

and you did, over and over until the late night giggles took hold and lando couldn’t breathe – the goofy smile scrunching the corners of his dry eyes, fatigue and exhaustion lingering in his hoarse voice.

“you should be sleeping.”

“i would be if you were here,” he stated matter of fact, not even a blinking, “i think i got used to having you with me over winter break… spoiled me too much and now i'm ruined for life.”

“so dramatic.”

“i’m being so real,” he yawned and by the soft grumble on the other end, he was definitely stretching out his sore, weary muscles like cat. there was a beat and a click of the tongue before lando spoke again, the ominous silence already making your eyes playfully roll.

“so… what are you wearing right now?”

“unbelievable…”

“you cant blame a man for asking, especially in my hour of need… show me pleeeeease” lando whined, toothy smile no doubt lining his chapped lips.

“what if I’m not wearing anything?” you taunted, snapping a quick photo and sending it through without a second thought.

lando quickly peaked, side-eyeing the screen sneakily and sighed when he realised you were pulling his chain, “i'm wearing some shirt you left behind because it’s hotter than satan's asshole here in london at the moment.”

he groaned more to himself than to you, eyes scanning your curves under the thin material, fixated on how unconstricted you were under the shirt he recognised, breasts pert. lando was restless and you really did deserve more than the desperado ‘what are you wearing’ pick up line but god, he wanted to know, no, he needed to know because if he didn't find out, he feared he may never recover.

after all, it was you that had him sick in love. and perpetually horny.

“think i might like you in my clothes more than naked…"

“you’re a sicko.”

“mmm you make me like this… and no bra, like are you trying to kill me?”

“always.”

you cupped your chest over his shirt and took another photo, teasing the gorgeous man waiting for your every move with bated breath. he’d sucked in his bottom lip, you could hear by how shallow his breathing had become, reminiscent of a panting dog – the sound alone quickened your heart rate. the image of him sitting in a hotel room alone, hand pressed to his aching cock thinking about you, parched to the point of a sleepless night was dizzying.

and it was easy with lando, the familiarity of his voice and the rhythm you effortlessly fell into. all remnants of consciousness melted away with him.

“wish i was there with you baby,” he whispered and you nodded, smiling, even though he couldn’t see how happy it made you to hear him say it.

“me too,” you sighed, relaxing into the stillness until your loud, obnoxious doorbell shook you from the peaceful silence.

“fuck!” you cursed, frozen in place.

“what?” 

“someones at the door…”

“what time is it there?”

“like 11pm… should i ignore it?” you were already grabbing the cardigan you'd thrown over the end of your bed and halfway to the door, curiosity winning out.

“nah, nah. you’re on the phone with me – answer it,” he encouraged, “i wanna make sure it isn’t your side piece coming ‘round when i’m not there.”

“ha-ha, actually my other boyfriend is already here, i've been trying to get you off the phone this whole time...”

"hmm, lucky cunt." he mumbled.

lando made you brave, stupidly brave so you swung the door open without hesitation, locked and loaded with a line of interrogating questions for the person interrupting the precious time you had with the man you love.

but you were hearing double as you held the phone to your ear and looked up – you knew that mess of frazzled curls and tired eyes anywhere, peering back with a smile the size of the moon curling at the corners of his lips. he was bundled up in a hoodie, one you knew would feel warm to the touch and smelled like him.

you had to be dreaming.

“better go tell your other boyfriend to pack his shit and get the fuck out of our house.”

“lando…” tears welled in your eyes as you lunged into his open arms.

“hi pretty girl…” he chuckled, picking you up without hesitation and hooked your legs around his waist, carrying you over the threshold.

“why didn’t you say you were coming home?”

“surprises are sexy, no?” he asked, voice deliciously low. he knew your answer.

“very sexy.” you moaned and pressed firm, fiery kisses into his strong neck, “you’re so sexy – all of this is sexy… god, i love you.”

“love you too sweetheart – let’s go to bed.”

“to sleep?” you asked, with doe-eyes and a devilish grin.

“yeah, i flew eleven fuckin' hours to just sleep… oh and by the way," lando narrowed his eyes and pointed to the crinkled shirt hanging from your shoulders, you looked a mess.

"i want my shirt back right now.”

you hummed and twirled down the hallway, “you’re gonna have to pry it off my cold, horny body, norris…”

“mission accepted,” lando confidently stated, chest puffed as he started stripping his hoodie from his body and inched closer and closer to where you were stood and all you could do was admire the gorgeous man stalking towards you.

oh, and blink a few times to make sure you definitely weren't dreaming, "i can't believe you were sexting me in the back of a cab."

“i know," he chuckled, "it was getting a bit much by the end there, so i walked the last couple of blocks to calm myself down."

you couldn't suppress the moan building in your throat at his touch and his confession – your mind was running wild, "that's so hot."

"you are." he quipped, hands slowly tracing your sides and cupping your chest in his warm palms.

"this is way better than phone sex.”

lando shrugged as you ran your hands down his toned stomach, thumbs circling the indents just above his hips, “i’ll take anything with you – it’s all good to me.”

“you’re easy to please.”

“well, you make it easy – god, look at you,” he exhaled, brushing the loose strands of hair from your face and all you could do was smile.

“i’m glad you’re home, ya goof. it doesn't feel right without you here."

“me too, baby. meee too.” lando smiled and planted a longing kiss to your pouty lips.

more writing...

bit of backstory with this blurb; it was originally going to be a follow up to another fic i wrote called lost in japan and then got buried in the wip graveyard. somehow it resurfaced in my doc folder right when i needed it and i feel like it still kinda fits in the lost in japan universe - selfishly i love those characters. anyways, i hope you enjoyed it 💋

[just-some-random-blogger]

Seeing Green

Gwayne had enough of you and declared he would not be accompanying you on your travels to the town ever again. How glad you were to know Harwin would in his stead.

bodyguard!Gwayne Hightower x Lannister!Reader x Harwin Strong | 2k+ | cw: fem!reader, enemies to lovers, forced proximity ig, im just a girl!reader, angst?, jealousy, typos, etc.

A/N: this is a p2 to seeing red but you dont have to read it to understand whats happening. I have made a next part!

Tagging: @lancedoncrimsonwings @targs-on-zorses @barbieaemond @arabellasleopardcoat

"GWAYNE!" I stick my head out of the carriage window. I scoff as I watch the armored man walk off, "you can not be serious!"

"Serious?!" he snaps, turning back to me with a raised brow and a tense jaw. He rubs his lips as he storms back towards me. His glare is so grave that I actually lean back into my seat and clench my skirt.

Gwayne stomps his foot on one of the steps up the carriage. A line forms between his brows, "you have WORN me!"

I grow tense as flails his hand around.

"I have done nothing but exact your cumbersome and frivolous commands with patience!" He snaps, "and now that I've met my limit yet you have the gall to ask me if I am being serious!?!"

Gwayne's eyes are wide and clearer than the skies. His pointed stare is piercing and I cannot deflect it as he speaks to me of my unreasonableness. Admittedly, my requests were some meant to annoy him, but I did not expect him to act so acridly. I mean, surely he was accustomed to it by now. Was I truly becoming too much to bear for him?

His face is flushed with rage. I stare at him, unable to speak, for in truth I did not know how to meet his apparently genuine frustration.

"Oh," he scoffs, chuckles bubbling out his throat, "she does not speak, for there is nothing else true to say." He grips the carriage door, "what? Have you realized you do work me worse than your own employed servants? That you ask of me more than what I am required of?"

"But it is my right!" I pipe up, though my voice is still small, "you must accompany me wherever I so wander."

Gwayne's jaw feathers, "I am tasked to protect you from peril and to prevent you from doing the unwise," he steps back, "not to carry your clothes and hang them in your wardrobes!"

I stare at him, dread building in my stomach.

"What?!" he quips, "do you truly not see the brunt of my frustrations?"

"... I do not think it unreasonable to-" I gaps when he closes the door with unnecessary force before storming away.

In truth, the gesture was harsher than it needed to be and bothers me more than it should. There is a tightness to my chest as I slowly open the door and watch the man so readily forsake me. Against myself, my eyes begin to prick with tears.

"Gw-" I shut my mouth at the sound of my voice breaking. I chew my lower lip and take deep breaths to calm myself.

I did not mean to make him cross— not like that. I feel my throat tighten as I replay what just happened. Guilt eats at me more each second and soon salt cascades down my cheeks. I sit there until the coachman knocks and asks if we should away. I dismiss him and tell him I will stay here for a little while.

I don't. It feels like an hour passed of me trying not to cry, crying, and calming myself. I start when someone knocks on my carriage door.

"My Lady Lannister?" a deep voice speaks, making me wipe my face in a panic.

I try to stifle my sniffle and use my skirt to dry my tears.

"Tis Ser Harwin Strong. You cannot leave your carriage here."

I clear my throat, but my voice still betrays me with a crack, "ap-ologies. I will have it m-" but my coachman is not here. I sigh and stare at my lap. My lips wobble as helplessness creeps up on me.

A prolonged moment of silence ensues before the man outside speaks again, "my lady... are you well?"

I huff and concede to simply opening the door.

I wipe my philtrum on my sleeve and feel twice as dreadful as I see the dark haired and bearded man outside my carriage. He is a beauty. His blue eyes narrow in concern, "my lady."

I shake my head and gather my skirts.

He instinctively reaches out a hand to me and assists me as I exit my ride. Once I am stood before him, I realize just how tall and broad he is. His brows tighten as he releases my hand. I offer him a smile, "I beg your pardon for the inconvenience. I do not have anyone to move the carriage."

Ser Harwin shakes his head, "one of the stable boys can move it." He turns over his shoulder and hollers for someone to do just that. A boy approaches us, nodding politely before climbing up the driver's seat to do what was instructed of him.

My stomach rolls when the towering man looks back at me. His demeanor is starkly juxtaposed to his stature. He ghosts a hand on my shoulder and raises an arm. He leads me off to the side and speaks softly, "is there anything I can assist you with, my lady?"

I shake my head, "I am well."

He nods and clutches his hands once we find ourselves standing just by the entrance of the Keep, "forgive me, but as a guard of the City Watch, it is my duty to uphold justice. I cannot stand idle in the face of trickery."

My brows quirk at his words. I tilt my head, "do you call me a liar, ser?"

"Yes," he answers simply.

My lips part as his brazen admission.

"True, it is not uncommon for one to weep with joy, but I recognize the distress laid upon your brow," he shakes his head, "would it not be simpler for you to say you require nothing of me than to pretend you are well?"

His words make me choke. I feel my eyes begin to fog with tears.

Ser Harwin's face falls. He raises his hands, "forgive me. I only meant-"

"No," I mumble, "you are right. I injure myself! I speak before I think and create inconveniences for entertainment." I scratch my tears away before they can fall. I look up to the man, feeling dread bite at me. I resist my instinct to slip further into my emotions and try to speak as evenly as possible, "the truth is... I had a... disagreement with my ward... we always get into disagreements, but... this time it was visceral."

The man shifts on his leg, "might I ask what the disagreement was over?"

"He says I work him like a dog, that I ask much more than what he ought to do," I sniffle, "and... perhaps it is true," I evade his gaze by turning to the sky. My lips quiver, "but I did not realize my presence was so heavily insufferable." I look back at him, "I am easy on the eyes, am I not?"

The man chuckles softly, "your features are quite comely indeed, Lady Lannister."

I nod once, "that is the only correct response, ser."

A rich chuckle fills the space between us. He hums and raises a hand, "have you expressed your orders were mere reasons to keep his company?"

My expression drops at his words. I laugh but it goes dry when I realize he spoke no jest. "Ser, my ward is Gwayne Hightower. He loathes me just as I loathe him."

"And do you normally weep for your enemies?" he tilts his head.

"I weep because he regards me so cruelly!" I snap in defense, "it is most twisted for one as he to raise his voice and show aggression to one such as I!"

Ser Harwin sighs.

I wipe my philtrum, feeling my body tremble with a mix of emotions.

"What was this errand you needed to be chaperoned to?"

I gulp as I bring my hands to my hips. I debate the sincerity of his words and decide he does not have the face of a man who would use my words against me. I huff, "the tailor's. I was to have a new dress made for me for-"

His brows quirk at my abrupt halt.

I feel blood rush up my neck, but I decide to ignore it and speak with as much scorn as I could muster, "Gwayne's nameday celebration."

I observe him carefully, ready to pounce and pound him if he so wishes to berate me for the honest admission. In truth, I am taken aback by the curtness of his reply. He nods and offers me an arm, "if it pleases you, I can accompany you to the tailor myself. I have finished my patrol and have nothing better to do."

My eyes dart from the curls framing his face to his meaty arm. My lips part as I find the words to say, "would you... rather not rest for the day?"

"My honor would not allow me after beholding a lady in her distress."

I stare at his arm for a few seconds and cautiously take it.

A good while passed until Gwayne returned to the stables to find his irritating lady. When he sees the Lannister carriage parked, he sighs and marches over, preparing himself to meet the rage of the woman that was still sitting inside in protest.

"Will you sleep-" he starts but stops when he opens the door to nothing. He raises a brow and closes the door. His attention falls on the passing servant, "you. Where is the lady of this carriage?"

The man looks at him then the carriage.

"Lady Lannister," Gwayne clarrifies.

He perks in recognition, "the lady Lannister and ser Strong headed to the tailor on horseback."

"On horseback," the knight scoffs in disbelief, "Lady Lannister?" his voice fades into a laugh. And he so enjoys himself laughing for a moment before sighing, "why, I applaud the good ser for his powers of persuasion."

Upon realizing that he no longer needed to be here, Gwayne grins and nods at him, "thank you my good man. Your news has made my day."

With that he walks off and heads to his quarters.

The next day, Gwayne has a spring to his step as he heads down the hall.

I am in the middle of having my hair fixed when I hear a knock on my door. I look at the reflection from the mirror before me, "come in."

I behold Gwayne and his grin as he struts towards my bed. He leaps into it, landing on his chest. He instructs one of my servants to get him a cup of wine. Each of these things would normally be cause to chew him up; all of these combined would make me unleash upon him the wrath due to his impertinence, and yet, I find myself uncaring of his blatant misbehavior. I merely instruct my servant to fetch the sapphire necklace that match my velvet dress and sit tight by my vanity.

Gwayne takes the wine that is served to him and sips before speaking out, "I hear Lord Harwin Strong was he who accompanied you to town yesterday."

I ignore him in lieu of twirling the baby hairs by my ears.

"And on horseback, no less," he takes another sip, "how ever did he get you to ride a horse by yourself?"

"I didn't," I turn to my servant who returns with my jewels, "we rode on the same horse."

Gwayne stills. He scrunches his face at the cup in his hand then looks at me, "what?"

I smile at myself on the mirror as the necklaces is clasped around my neck. I adjust the blue stone that sparkled between my collarbones and admire the look of it.

He sits up from the bed, careful not to spill his drink, "you rode the same horse?"

"Of course we rode the same horse," I roll my eyes, "he is not a fool who expects me to enjoy such sport."

The red haired man raises his brows. He waits for me to expound further, but finds I am distracted by my reflection. He scoffs, sipping again more before saying, "I pity the steed."

I grin at myself, pleased with my image.

"I pity the steed," he repeats, "that had to carry a knight, a brat, and her hundred dresses."

My eyes dart to him. He is already looking at me from the mirror. "He did not ride with me on the way back. He is not cruel like you."

"So he walked?" his forehead curls, "and on the way back, no less." He scoffs once more before drinking again, "well, the tailor is not that far."

I inspect my attire one last time before standing and heading to the bed. Gwayne lifts his eyes; the corner of his lips soon follow. He shifts on his spot and drinks deeply.

"You are dismissed, Hightower."

He licks his lips as his brows furrow, "what?"

I tilt my head and clasp my hands together, "you do so love making sport of me repeating myself."

Gwayne pulls his head back before standing. He lifts his nearly empty cup, "are you saying you— you have no plans for the day?" He purses his lips, "no errands you wish to force upon my being."

I clench my teeth but manage to pull a smile. Gwayne finds such endearment in the forced grins, not that he would ever admit so. I nod in agreement.

"So," he holds his cup with both hands, "I am free to do what I will for the day."

"Even more so to do it as far away from me as possible," I raise my hands before walking towards him to push him out of my room.

The man chuckles as he finishes what is left of his wine. He manages to hand the empty cup to one of the servants just before we both step out of the room. He licks his lips and tilts his head at me.

The smile that spreads on his face makes my stomach roll and I combat it with a glare, "do not wait on me. I will be promenading with a friend."

"Promenade?" he chuckles. The lines on his cheek remain as he raises his brow. He looks me once over, eyes lingering on the sapphire on my décolletage, "and pray tell, who in the Keep has merited the friendship of someone so high-nosed as you?"

"Ser Harwin Strong."

His grin falters.

I do not care to wonder why as I walk off and meet the man I named in the gardens as we had arranged.

Gwayne watches. He is left alone in the corridor. He chuckles to himself and heads off to the library to unwind. The closer he inched to his destination however, the more sour the taste in his mouth became. Before he even comes near the library, he finds himself marching off to look for gods knows what he'll find.

And it seems the gods do want him to find the source of his sourness. As he marched down one stairwell, he heard an unmistakable sound of laughter that made his ears perk. He heads to the hall and looks out the window.

There, he sees a man stood in front of a woman sat upon a bench, both of them giggling and both of them in blue. His eye twitches as the dark haired fool carelessly picks a flower from a bush and offers it to her.

Gwayne finds no relief when she does not take it, for instead it seems she instructed him to place the flower on the side of her hair.

"Ha," he scoffs, pulling away from the window, "promenade, says she? Ha!" Gwayne shakes his head as his feet take him back towards the library, "neither of them are walking. HA!"

Gwayne cannot help the way his hands clench and unclench as he storms off. He scoffs once again, "fucking Strong," the ire in his chest is molten, prickly, and painful as he adds, "fucking Lannister."

[seunmong-in]

🌅Sunsets in Sydney🌅

Genre: Fluff, childhood best friend to lovers, Idol! Felix x Reader, Humor, slight cursing, she fell first but he fell harder. 

Words: 2.1k 

Summary: After being on tour for a whole year, Felix is finally back in Sydney for a well-deserved break. While he is ecstatic to be with his family again, there’s one person who he wants to see most. His childhood best friend and crush, Y/N. 

A/n: Okay, can I start this off by saying, Holy crap… Thank you to all who like or reblogged my first fanfic with Han!! ( click his name if you wanna read it ! ) I honestly thought it wasn’t that good since I wrote it in a very sleep-deprived state, lol. But y’all proved me wrong🥹❤️‍🩹 That said, I hope you guys also like this story with Felix! Like always, if you have any feedback or want to make a special request just DM me!! Here’s also my latest one with Seungmin as well 🫶🏼

P.S Does anyone else have “that’s not very nice” stuck in their head too?

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365 days. 

That's how long Felix has been away from the place he calls home. And no, he doesn't mean his actual home back in Sydney. He means being away from his childhood best friend, Y/n. 

Felix and Y/n have been best friends since grade school. They have always been there for each other, from performing in talent shows to caring for each other when one falls ill. They are like two peas in a pod; wherever one goes, the other is sure to follow.

On the day Felix had to tell Y/n that he was leaving Sydney to become an idol in Korea, he broke down crying. He was worried that being thousands of miles away from his closest friend would strain their relationship. As he was about to board the plane, he turned around to see Y/n waving goodbye to him with tears streaming down her face, and he couldn't help but cry, too.

Surprisingly, Felix and Y/n's friendship didn't end after that day. Instead, their bond grew even stronger. Y/N would constantly update Felix through text or calls, sharing the details of her day and making sure he didn't miss out on anything important. While Felix enjoyed receiving these updates, what he loved most was the pictures his mom would send him of Y/n with his family on small family trips. Seeing her smile and taking selfies with his sisters always warmed his heart.

He had already surpassed the stage of simply developing feelings for Y/n. Felix adored her. He loved her. Whenever he watched a video of a couple on TikTok or Instagram, he imagined how to recreate the same videos with Y/n by his side. His heart skipped when Y/n surprised him at one of his earlier concerts with Olivia and Hannah, Chan's sister. The memory of her dancing his part of God's Menu while Hannah danced Chan's part on the big screen was something he would never forget. Since that night, Felix had been planning to confess his love to Y/n, and he decided to do it under the sunset in Sydney.

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Under the hot summer sun, Felix's freckled face is lit up with a big smile as his family rushes to greet him. Olivia is the first to embrace him, screaming, "Oh my God, do you even know how I miss you, Lix?!"

Felix laughed, embracing his youngest sister and repeating, "I miss you more." He noticed that Olivia had grown a bit since the last time he saw her and that her hair was now dyed at the ends. Noticing her brother staring at her hair, Olivia mentioned that Y/N did it a few days ago at one of their usual girls' nights. His mom and dad were the next two to hug him tightly, with his mom shedding a few happy tears.

"I say this every time, but I am so happy to have my baby back home."

Felix wraps his arms around his mom, hugging her as he says, "I am happy to be back home to Mom."

Felix was sitting in the back of a car, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of Y/n. He was waiting for her message, asking if he had reached home safely, but he had yet to receive any message from her. Although this was unusual, he assumed she might be busy.

Suddenly, Olivia abruptly interrupts Felix's train of thought, "So, are you finally going to ask Y/n to be your girlfriend while you're here, or are we still sticking to the whole 'she's just my best friend' excuse?" The unexpected question catches Felix off guard. His face turns red with embarrassment as his mother turns her head around from the passenger seat, waiting for a response.

Avoiding eye contact with his mother and sister, Felix clears his throat, allowing himself to find the right words.

"Um.. what makes you think I even have feelings for her?"

Olivia stares at her older brother, scolding him with his earlier response, "Felix be so fucking for real right now. It's obvious you have feelings for Y/n. You look at her as if she is your whole world, your face lights up with a smile whenever she texts you, and you always seem to find a way to talk about her when we talk on the phone. If that doesn't scream, "I am in love with my best friend," then I don't know what does. Oh, and before you go and argue with me about this, even the boys agree that you are completely strung up on her. So do us all a favor and tell her how you feel, will you?"

Felix sighs as he looks up to see his sister's gaze. He knew he had to come clean now before his plans got ruined. 

"Have I mentioned how much I dislike you sometimes, Liv?"

"Yeah, but I'm your favorite sister, so start spilling before I call Hyunjin and have him tell Y/n to you." 

During the last five minutes of their car ride, Felix confided in his family about his plan to ask Y/n out when they reached the house. He made them promise not to say anything to Y/n about his plan since he wanted to create a memorable and private moment between them.

As Felix's father pulled into the driveway, Felix noticed Y/n's car parked across the street. His heart raced as he jumped out of the car, ignoring his mother's yelling about not going inside yet. 

Felix barges through the main door and stops when he sees the handmade "Welcome Home Lixie" banner that Y/n was struggling to put up. He chuckles softly and leans by the living room doorway, watching as she gets on her tiptoes to hook the string onto the nail.

"You know, I could've helped you put up the banner, sunshine if you would've waited a little longer."

Y/n turns around to find Felix smirking. Blushing, she runs to him and hugs him. He hugs her back, lifting her up and spinning her around.

Trying not to cry on his shoulders, Y/n ever so softly whispers, "You have no idea how much I missed your hugs, Lix."

"Me too, sunshine, it's been way too long."

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After returning home and having dinner early, Felix went upstairs to his room. There, he discovered a welcome-home basket in the center of his bed. The basket contained his favorite candies, face masks, a small chicken plushie, and gift cards to his preferred places. Felix smiled, realizing that it was a gift from Y/n. She was always the type to spoil others with gifts, even if it was a small occasion. Looking through the gifts in the basket, he heard a soft knock on the door, and Y/n walked in. When Felix looked up at her, they locked eyes for the second time that day. Time seemed to come to a standstill, and after a while, Y/n was the first to break the silence.

"I hope you like it; I saw it on Tiktok late last night and thought I should make you one."

"I love it a lot; thank you, sunshine." 

He gives her a soft smile and motions for her to sit with him on the bed. She walks over and sits beside him, watching him unwrap more gifts. Y/n can't help but laugh as Felix brings the chicken plushie up to his face, jokingly asking, "Do you think it looks like me?"

"As much as I want to say yes, I feel like I am going betray BbokAri, so I must lie and say no."

Felix and Y/n laugh as Felix places the plushie back on the shelf behind him. The room lights up in a golden hue, indicating the sun is about to set. Without wasting more time, Felix takes Y/n's hand and leads her out of his room and towards his car.

"Lix, what are you doing? Where are we going?"

"I was hoping we could watch the sunset together again, just like we did as kids. It's been quite some time since the last time we did, and let's face it, we're not getting any younger. Before we know it, we'll be as old as old man Chan."

""I'm going to tell him you said that," she says, laughing as she follows him to his car. They both jump in and drive to the nearby beach.

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As the car pulled onto the sandy shore, Felix practically flew out of his side to open the door for Y/n. She beamed with delight as she stepped out, feeling the warm sand under her toes. Felix swiftly closed the car door and took her hand, leading her towards the beach. The sky was ablaze with a breathtaking display of pink and orange hues as the sun descended below the horizon.

"I forgot how pretty the sunset could be when you can see the reflection on the water."

"I know, but it's even prettier with you beside me," Felix responds. 

Y/n stands before Felix, unsure if he is joking or serious. He chuckles as she becomes flustered.

"You know that's not very nice."

"What isn't sunshine?"

"You saying that to me and not explaining what you mean," Y/n states as she turns away from him. 

Felix grabs Y/n by her waist and spins her, holding her close. Y/n's face flushes a deep shade of pink as she catches her breath. They've been close for years, but something feels different about this moment. There's a palpable tension in the air, a feeling of unspoken love that's hard to ignore. Felix looks deep into Y/n's eyes, examining how the sun's warm glow illuminates them. The sound of waves crashing against the shore adds to the moment's magic. Fighting the urge to kiss her immediately, Felix takes a deep breath as he stares into her eyes. 

"Do you remember why I decided to return home for a break instead of staying in the dorms with the boys?" Puzzled by his random question, Y/n nods her head, looking back into his dark brown eyes. 

"Of course I do. It was because you wanted to be with your family since you were homesick, Lix."

"You're right. But there's something important that I need to tell you, something that should've been said from the very beginning. Y/n, I like you. I'm in love with you. I love you so much that it hurts not to have you by my side most days or even to call you mine. The night before I left Sydney, I intended to confess my feelings to you, but I knew it was bad timing since I was leaving, and I didn't want to end our friendship. So, I kept it to myself for years. However, seeing you with Liv and Hannah at our concert earlier this year, dancing and singing to our songs, made me realize that what I felt for you was more than just a simple grade school crush. Y/n, I'd be lying if I said you weren't the person I want to spend the rest of my life with because I do. I want you to be mine, my only sunshine. And if you don't feel the same way, I understand..."

Felix was toward the end of his sentence when Y/n suddenly cut him off by pressing her lips against his. It was a bold move, but she had been crushing on Felix for what felt like an eternity and couldn't hold back any longer. When they finally pulled away, Felix looked at Y/n with a knowing smile, pressing his forehead on hers. In a very soft voice, Felix finally finishes his sentence. 

"I cannot imagine spending a single day without you by my side anymore. Will you do me the greatest honor of all and be mine forever?

""Until forever stops existing, my love."

[hurlingdown]

God damn am I hungry, I want to fuck and suck on kuzan's pussy lol, like this man would taste like spearmint(lol joking ofc), he'd love to be fuck hard deep and slowly, choking him slightly so he can barely breathe will make him cum, bound him by sea cuffs, and watch him melt, he could go for hours, he'd want to get fuck until his cunt is ruined and he's pregnant.

Then he'd ask the next day for the same thing, so you decide to fuck him in an alley way him bent over a crate while he's crying and drooling his cunt still dripping leftover cum, fill his pussy to the brim with cum again and make him babble about how he wants your baby, he'd also being cockwarming you while you work, or at a meeting, everyone knows what you two are doing but rather not say anything because they you'd beat the shit out of them.

He'd also be into somnophilia, him sleeping while you fuck him, or him riding you while you're asleep, your both such deep sleepers that neither of you know what happened unless one of you tell the other, but neither of you guys care enough to do anything, or fuck him while he's in early pregnancy softly, even if he asks for harder, just shut him up with a kiss, and he'll shut up and wrap his arms (and legs) around you

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this is such a coincidence because i just received a kuzan thirst earlier... making a baby with kuzan. hmm. sweet thought.

kuzan getting baby fever is a natural disaster. grabbing you during work breaks (or in the middle of work) and the moment the both of you are out of sight, he's yanked down both of your pants, exposing his leaking cunt and wanting to be bred again. he's gotten used to bringing a piece of seastone with him wherever because he's learnt his lesson after repeatedly freezing your cock in his cunt whenever he gets too excited, though the idea of you being permanently stuck inside him isn't a bad one.

you've got him pressed up the wall of the bathroom, balls deep inside him and bucking up into his sweet cunt, pumping him full of your warm seed and he's muttering something about how you were the perfect temperature, that he wanted to get pregnant again and again if your cum was always gonna feel this nice inside him.

[casanovawrites]

random sentence prompts  ━ from various tv shows, part 11

you’ve been such a pain in my ass.

you’re the most fascinating person i’ve ever known.

can you stop needing to be the hero here?

people don’t just disappear. 

we are saying goodbye. just not to each other. we’re saying goodbye to everything else, our old lives.

everything that kept us safe is gone.

i would rather prepare for the worst before the worst happens.

i am basically 100% headache right now.

you’re the only one who ever let me feel normal.

maybe i suck too. i just don’t know how yet.

i’m not choosing anyone. i’m choosing work over play.

doesn’t it feel like everyone wants us to be someone we’re not?

a sleepover? am i invited?

it has to be you. you’re all we’ve got.

you know me. we know each other.

it’s called keeping up with the times, asshole.

but fuck all of you, and i mean that.

people don’t usually follow my lead, if you know what i mean.

there’s nothing wrong with us.

i want your point of view on things.

you’re killing me. you get that, right? that’s what you’re asking me. to die for you.

i’ll follow your rules. that’s all you get.

i’d love to trade witty one-liners with you.

you’re the worst. you know that, right?

today is the first time in my life that feels like the right time.

there is a point to everything. there are answers.

god doesn’t just play games with people for fun.

the sun just keeps coming up every day, and you can’t cry forever. 

you have to have hope, don’t you? because who knows. maybe tomorrow.

you don’t get to decide what matters.

a lot of what’s happening is us being scared, and alone, and bored. so we do scary things to each other, we hurt each other. 

it’s like she wants to turn the whole world upside down.

who’s been there for you more than me?

bullshit. we’re not the same person.

you didn’t pick me. because you didn’t think i belonged.

if i had to pick anyone in the world when things got bad, i’d pick you.

this isn’t about us. this has nothing to do with us.

there is no us. because of everything.

i love you. i know i don’t always show it, but i do. i love you.

the universe does not care about your love life.

i’m not sad. i’m pissed off.

you say too many things you don’t mean.

i’ve thought a lot about dying. i’ve gotten used to that. but i don’t like to be afraid.

sometimes when i’m angry, i want to hurt people.

i’m worried that i’m not real.

all you can do is have an advantage, and this is mine. it’s all i have.

what i did is not the worst crime in the world.

given everything, can’t i get a tiny break?

why? what’s so special about me?

are we going to fight each other over food? that’s fucking crazy.

you can live wherever you want, just not with me.

we should get some food, before it’s all gone.

what if things don’t go back to the way they were?

don’t give me a fucking speech. you have no idea.

i guess i can learn to get along with a few more people.

what’s so hard about being honest with yourself?

it’s been ten days. i’m not the same person i was.

if there are things that need to be done, i want to do them.

there are no sides anymore.

you’re the best decision i’ve ever made.

we’re the same. you have to stick with your own.

i’m scared, and i have to take care of myself.

i live in your shadow, and now you suddenly want to disappear?

you know that you’re the love of my life? and whatever comes after this.

if this is it, this is where i want to be. i mean not here, but with you. you’re where i want to be.

i was a different person before we fell in love.

thank you. for loving me. 

right now, we could use all the love we can get. 

you get scared, and you get mean.

is this how you want to spend the time you have left? always looking over your shoulder?

you’re giving me a headache instead of having my back.

it’s just, sometimes i know what i want, i just don’t know how to say it.

the only feelings that anyone cares about are yours. 

people keep dying around me.

i feel really lucky to have you. you’re my rock.

the end is none of your business.

i like you exactly the way you are.

i’m so sick of feeling different from everyone else.

after “fuck you,” i don’t have much.

i think about you too much.

i don’t think about you.

i’m not scared. i’m just realistic.

it feels like i’ve been starting forever.

no one cares about the best player on the worst team.

i’m tired of losing. i just don’t know what to do.

that’s hopelessly romantic. and this isn’t hopeless.

i haven’t been happy all year. why start now?

i’m sorry i can’t turn off my feelings whenever you want.

seems like everything i do hurts your feelings.

i care about you. i just don’t know how to prove it.

i like who i am in your eyes. i like how you see me.

i’m not sure i like myself in a relationship.

i’m way easier to replace.

when it ends, it’ll hurt.

the right thing is just to be here with you.

death is not beautiful, it’s final.

i keep failing everyone, and i don’t know what to do.

i don’t feel sad. i feel numb.

i ask people if they’re all right too much.

you never needed me. you needed someone.

i made myself sick to make you feel better.

this whole time i thought it was dying, but it’s living what scares you

you’re afraid to commit, and i need constant validation. 

you don’t belong here. not after what you did.

there is no mystery here. nothing to avenge.

i made a wish, and it came true, and i couldn’t take it back.

he was a bad person and a worse father. the world is better off without him.

you never know when to stop, do you?

you do whatever it takes to survive. or you die.

you think i didn’t try everything to get back to my family?

[yandere-romanticaa]

It's 8 PM. I am listening to Frank Sinatra. And Jing Yuan makes me emotional therefore, I need to write some shit down. When will I ever write for any other HSR character that's not him???

Jing Yuan, a long living species, who falls for a regular human. A short living species.

He is a man who is able to play the waiting game, he is that kind of person who can and is willing to analyze every single possible move his enemy, or ally, can and is willing to make. Centuries of long and hard battles have desensitized him to certain brutality. Now, he is not some beast who is not capable of compassion but when you've lost so much, it's only natural for your heart to harden.

That is why the realization that he cannot play the waiting game with you dawns on him.

You may stand by his side now but where will you be in the next 10 years? The next 50 years? A century means nothing to him. It will all go away in the blink of an eye, forgotten and unnecessary.

His heart sinks at the thought of you not being with him. The way in which you coo after him, it gives him a reason to actually enter his office and leave it with a smile on his face. Who will be there for that cheeky little Cloud Knight of his when he's feeling pouty? Who will be there to smack Jing Yuan back to his senses as he takes yet another unnecessary nap?

One day, you will grow old and he will stay the same as he is. He will hold you in his arms and weep as he watches the life leave your eyes for good. Jing Yuan will be forced to watch the final piece of his heart be ripped away from him, stolen by cruel destiny. He could already taste the blood in his mouth as he bites back a scream of pain.

Curse the Abundance. Curse the entire Universe for taking you away from him. Curse your silly mortality, curse the fact that you were so perfect to begin with.

That is precisely why right now, he must have you. He takes you away and locks you in some private estate, where you can be safe. The thought of making you a long living species is tempting but he is not sure if he's willing to play that card.

You scream sometimes. You weep and cry to please let you go, that you love him but that this is not alright. And Jing Yuan can do nothing but to kiss your forehead and mumble sweet nothings in your ear.

He may perhaps even marry you in secret. If he does, his wedding ring would never come off his finger, not even after your passing. This sparks so many rumors on the Lofu but Jing Yuan does not acknowledge them. He is the only one who needs to know the true meaning of the ring.

Jing Yuan is not ready for your death. He may try to prepare but really, who is ever ready for something so painful?

He sits quietly next to you, the sheets beneath you all silk and perfection. The room reeks of medicine and flowers but it is missing the bright sound of your laughter. You are gone. Jing Yuan bites the inside of his cheek as he thinks of funeral arrangements.

But it's so hard to concentrate if his vision is filled with black spots.

Jing Yuan stands up, his feet shaky, his soul shattered. His heart is either dead or dying because you took it with you, wherever you may be. The General can feel the walls around him tightening, the air in his lungs knocked out as the floor is suddenly covered in golden leaves.

Ah, they look pretty. You would have liked those indeed. Jing Yuan reaches towards them, a long, ink black talon gently picks it off the marble floor as his long white hair covers his face.

Odd, he thinks to himself. His hands never looked so black before.

A nearby caw of a raven breaks him out of his trance as Jing Yuan looks to his left, where a massive mirror hangs. He is greeted with something that should horrify him, something that should make him weep but he has no tears left to shed.

The Mara is taking over him. It is too late to fix him.

Maybe, just maybe, the General of the Lofu does not want to be fixed. Perhaps he can be slain in battle and be reunited with you in the afterlife. Would you be happy to see him? Would you hold him in your arms, play with his hair and sing him songs in the quiet evening?

Perhaps you wouldn't show him such kindness. After all, he has hurt you in so many ways. He does not deserve your love. But he can't help but to reach out for it.

A final tear cascades down his pale cheek as Jing Yuan smiles at his reflection. A maid opens the door behind him and lets out a loud scream, her eyes shaking in fear as she witnesses the General transforming into the same kind monster he swore he would keep in check. Jing Yuan sighs as he feels his heart beat, for the final time.

He was coming to see you. He was going to see you again. He was ready to grovel and beg as much as necessary, if it meant that you would be by his side. Yes, that truly was a pleasant thought. You and him, together as the sun sets. He can still see the faint glimmer of the golden ring on his finger, his eternal promise to you. It shines like a lonely star in a massive galaxy, with no way to protect itself.

However, not even stars can live forever.

And just like that, the world goes dark.

[kpop---scenarios]

Day Five: Minho - Part Two

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

Warning: Rejection & Smut.. that's it [18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.]

Word Count: 1.2k

Previous Smut Stories

Anxiety flowed through your body as you stood in front of your best friend. Lee Know and you had been friends for years, very platonic until last year when suddenly you began seeing him in a different light. You hated it, you felt like you were becoming some love sick puppy and you could barely even be around him anymore. You wanted - no need to confess to him. You had to let him know how you felt or your body was going to explode, well at least that's what it felt like.

“Are you okay?” He chuckles, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“Uh, yeah.” You awkwardly laugh. “I just.. I need to tell you something but I don't want things to change.” You whisper.

“Well, as long as you don't confess to me nothing will change.” He laughs. You stand there, your heart and stomach drop. You can tell he notices the change in your demeanor after his sentence.

“Y/N..” he starts as tears well up in your eyes.

“No, no.” You sniffle. “Don't. I've heard enough. It's all good.” You say, forcing a smile. “I'm gonna go.” You finish, turning around to walk away, your heart feeling shattered.

Over the next few weeks, you distanced yourself from Minho, you couldn't face him. Not after how embarrassing that whole situation was. He would text you to hang out or call you. Sometimes you'd answer sometimes you'd ignore it but you always had an excuse as to why you couldn't go out with him. And one night you went out on a blind date that another friend you had set you up on.

Han Jisung was cute, very sweet and funny. You had a great time with him and you were definitely excited to see him again. When you got home, you closed your front door, setting your purse down on the table, when there was a sudden banging at your door. It took you by surprise, making you jump before looking through the peephole.

“Minho?” You say, unlocking the door to open it for him. He's soaking wet, his chest heaving as he stares at you. “What are you doing here?” You ask.

“Were you on a date?” He asks.

“I was.” You confirm. “Why?”

“Don't.. Please don't do that again.” He says.

“Again, why?”

“Because, I fucking miss you. It's been weeks and I need you. I realized how fucking in love with you I am. I need you.” He yells. You're shocked. This was the last thing you had expected. Your mouth hangs slightly open as he stares at you. You don't even know how to respond.

“Fuck it.” He gasps, stalking towards you. He crashes his lips to yours, pulling you in closely to him. His hands and arms hold you tightly as your mouths move together, teeth clashing as he sloppily slides his tongue into your mouth. His hands begin to roam your body.

You break away from the kiss, just long enough to close your door before you kiss him again. You pull him towards the bedroom, your hands gripping the collar of his sweater as you turn both of you around, pushing him down onto the bed. He licks his lips as he watches you crawl onto the bed, straddling him. You sit up, lifting your shirt up and off, throwing it wherever. Minho's hands roam your stomach and back, reaching up to unhook your bra. Your tits fall out, Minho groans loudly, as he cups them, sitting up slightly to wrap his lips around your nipple, gently sucking. You start grinding yourself on him, slowly feeling his cock harden through your underwear. Your skirt rides up, his hands grab your ass, shaking it before landing a hard slap on it.

“Fuck me.” You breathe, grinding yourself on him even harder. Minho swiftly rolls you both over, him now laying on top of you. He lifts up your skirt before hooking his fingertips into your underwear, pulling them down and throwing them somewhere.

“In a minute.” He whispers, settling in between your legs. He licks a long strip up your soaked cunt, moving his tongue between your lips, flicking your clit. You cry out loudly as you try to buck your hips. He pushes you back down, holding you down as he sucks on your clit while twirling his tongue around. It felt so fucking good, you thought your whole body was going to explode.

“Fuck Minho.” You whimper, grabbing onto his hair. You grind yourself on his mouth, your orgasm quickly approaching. “Fuck.. shit oh my god.” You cry out. “I'm cum.. I'm fucking cumming.” You moan, your eyes rolling back as he kitten licks your cunt, trying to make your orgasm last as long as he can. He sits up, pulling his sweats down, letting his hard cock spring free. You lay there with your legs open, your chest heaving and your body weak as he lines himself up with you, pushing his cock deep inside you.

“christ.” Minho groans, enjoying the feeling of being inside you for a moment.

“Please.. please.” You beg.

“What, kitten? What do you want?” He asks, cocking his head to the side.

“I want you to move.. to fuck me hard.” You pant.

“I think we can do that.” He smiles, pulling himself out of you slightly, just before ramming himself back into you as hard as he can. You scream out in pleasure as he picks up his pace, snapping his hips hard into you.

“God.. you fuck me so good.” You cry out. Minho lifts your legs, putting your ankles on his shoulders. He holds your legs closed as he slams into you over and over, groaning loudly as he watches you. He loved the way you looked as he rammed his large cock deeper and deeper inside of you. You squeeze your fingers between your lips, touching your throbbing clit, rubbing it as he continues to fuck you.

“Cum on my cock, kitten. Be a good girl for me.” Minho pants, watching you bite your lip as your fingers work circles on your clit.

“Oh fuck.. I'm gonna cum all over your cock.” You moan, your fingers moving faster.

“Fuck, hurry, I'm gonna cum.” He cries out. You move your fingers faster, your second orgasm coming on at an alarmingly fast rate.

“Cum in my pussy, please give me a fucking cream pie.” You cry out, clenching yourself around him. Your orgasm explodes through your body at the same time as Minho, your clench around his cock as he cums in your cunt. “Fuck sakes.” He groans, pumping slowly in and out of you as he works through his own orgasm.

Once both of you are done, he pulls his cock from you, laying down beside you, the two of you both trying to catch your breath.

“Wow.” You gasp, staring at the ceiling.

“Wow is right.” Minho whispers, turning his head to look at you.

“I'm sorry.” He whispers. “I didn't realize at the time..” he pauses.

“Don't. It's in the past.” You smile.

“I love you.” He grins, leaning in for a kiss. You were on top of the world.

[thrashkink-coven]

One of the most valuable things that Lucifer has taught me is that being passionate is a virtue.

Lots of folks think that having bad bitch boss energy means being apathetic and stoic, or being unbothered by things and striking down all your enemies with an ice cold glare. Being unreadable and mysterious and unpredictable in a sexy way. I though that when I started working with Lucifer he would teach me how to be cold and distant so that I could ascend beyond any problem because I’m soooo enlightened.

But he taught me the exact opposite. He taught me not to glare coldly at my enemies, but to look them right in the eyes with sincerity and empathy to understand why they are the way that they are, and how to navigate the situation appropriately. I don’t have to destroy my enemies and conquer all, I must know when someone is toxic to me and be prepared to remove myself from those situations or find ways to navigate them in healthy ways. He taught me that I’m allowed to be mad when people mistreat me, I’m allowed to cry and get frustrated. I won’t yell or hurl insults, I’ll communicate how I feel and ensure that my feelings are heard even if not respected. My emotions and intentions do not have to be a puzzle to those who surround me, I have the power to put the pieces together with my words and actions.

And I will loudly and proudly love the things I love, ramble on and on about my favourite books and shows because he’ll always listen. And smile widely when I see my friends. Be cartoonishly and desperately in love with my partner and cherish him like every day was our last.

I’m allowed to be emotional about things that don’t matter, like a character death in a show I like or dropping my last gummy worm on the carpet. I’m allowed to get excited to see the moon or the sun or my cat. I’m supposed to be.

I don’t have to become a master manipulator who hacks into people’s minds to make them secretly obey me like I’m playing chess. I can become vigilant and detail oriented so I can discern peoples emotions and intentions to better connect with them as people and to offer them support wherever I can. I hope the people around me enjoy my company as a real person, not because they secretly admire and envy me.

I don’t need to be cool and calm and in control of everything just so other people can tell me what a boss bitch I am. I’m allowed to need breaks and ask questions when I’m confused. My dedication to my work and art will speak for itself.

Lucifer, the king, the emperor, the morning star, has always been admired for his incredible beauty and inspiration, but never once did he claim to be perfect. Most beautiful, most prideful, perhaps, but always so with all of his quirks and flaws. Even when he falls, he rises again. His intense loyalty and passion for knowledge is what makes him the light bringer. It never had anything to do with a cold glare or strict attitude, it was always an admiration of his love for his purpose. When the angels of the rebellion followed him it was not because he was cold and cunning, it was because he was an inspiration set ablaze in glory. He was warm and light and passionate.

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Jesus | What Once Was | Platonic

Jesus is stronger than any past and provides a family where others have failed.

Requested by Kalie

TW: Abusive behaviour (both physical and verbal), mentions of death at childbirth

They’re absolutely gorgeous, handcrafted with the utmost care, coming to life right inside your palm as you turn the little wooden statue around to inspect it further. It is as if nature itself slipped right into the woodcarver’s hand and streamed from his fingertips into the delicate doe that the decoration resembles. It is as if you’re standing in the middle of a luscious forest, surrounded by the same trees that the statuette in your hand is made from, and coming face to face with the small deer at the edge of a lake. 

Oh, how much you’d have loved to have this toy as a little girl, how many adventures you’d have taken it on, how you would have played around with it wherever you went— 

“—What do you think you are doing? Put that down!” You’re snapped out of your awe by the voice of your older brother Caleb. “I’m so sorry,” he directs himself towards the merchant offering his wares, “She doesn’t know when to keep her hands to herself, and everything she touches either breaks or dies.” 

The salesman’s kind smile evaporates and twists into something more uncertain as he looks from you to Caleb, taking the carven doe from you and putting it back where it used to sit. You flush in embarrassment, turning away your gaze. You are used to appearing smaller than you are. Caleb yanks you with him by your wrist, nails digging into your skin. 

Usually, the youngest child of the family is the most precious one, coddled by their parents or protected by their older siblings. Due to circumstances, however, your family sees you as a curse more than a blessing. 

Caleb pushes you into the custody of two of your sisters who are busy browsing the fabric stall. “Look after her while I go get meat. Make sure she doesn’t mess up again.” 

One of your sisters, Orpah, grips your arm. 

“I thought abba assigned you to babysitting duty today, Cal.”

“I am not bringing her there again since that ridiculously humiliating display from last time.” Caleb hisses, referring to the time you went to purchase meat and apparently bought the wrong kind, sending your oldest brother into a fit upon him finding out. 

Orpah rolls her eyes and turns to your other sister, Susannah, who lets out a scoff.

“Fine. We’ll watch her. Make sure she doesn’t get herself killed, even though you bet we’d love to see her try.” 

You swallow hard upon hearing their verbal abuse, their lack of care when it comes to you, their youngest sister. Abba never stuck up for you, either; even he acknowledges an edge of truth to the source of their behaviour towards you. 

You don’t think it’s fair at all. It wasn’t your fault that eema lost too much blood while she gave birth to you, nor was it because of you that her heart stopped moments after her final push. From that moment on, the burden of her death was bestowed upon you, the blame either lingering through in the background of every conversation or blatantly shoved down your throat through ungrounded accusation. Your siblings saw you as the black sheep of the family, the one who took their beloved mother from them, whereas your father saw your survival as a trial of Adonai as well as a punishment for his sins. 

This kind of existence is no existence at all. Day after day you wait eagerly for nightfall so that you can cry alone in your bed and wonder if things will ever change. If they’d be better off without you. You’ve considered running away from home, but know that you wouldn’t be able to survive all by yourself. 

“…Did you hear what I said? My, you really do have sheep dung in your ears.” 

You blink as Susannah gives you a death glare, looking at you like you have just stepped on her toes without apologising.

“I’m sorry, what?” 

“I said, go get us some fruit.” 

Orpah impatiently crosses her arms as she glowers at you. “Be quick about it.” 

A pear and a persimmon. You know their preferred fruits by heart by now — learnt so the hard way — so you don’t need to ask before heading over to the nearest fruit stand, your sisters right behind you to keep an eye on you. At the stall, you browse the wares for a bit longer than necessary. You pretend to be selecting the finest specimen from the displayed ones, the merchant giving you an odd look. Giving her an apologetic smile, you quickly grab the two requested pieces of produce.

“How much?” The merchant names her price. You pay for it with the little allowance you have left and slide the items into your pocket heading back to your siblings to hand over the fruits.

“Here.” 

Susannah inspects her persimmon as if assessing it for imperfections. Orpah pushes her tongue against the inside of her cheek as she raises an eyebrow at you, not even as much as looking at the pear in her hand. “This one is bruised.” she hisses. “Look.” 

Susannah snickers as you lean closer to your older sister, apparently in on something, but you don’t have time to process what it might be about. Without warning, Orpah tosses the pear against your face.

Staggering back, you reach for your nose — the impact is not that bad, but it hurts nevertheless — your head momentarily spinning as you let out a noise that makes both your sisters laugh in mockery.

“You should have known better.” 

Sudden tears sting behind your eyes, for you feel humiliated in a crowded area, where several dozens of people bear witness to the scene your sisters are causing. Their laughter shunts through your chest, stinging deeply, the lump in your throat growing to the point you are short of breath. 

Without another thought, you turn away, rushing through the masses whilst hiding your face from view, tears streaking down your face as you run.

You don’t notice a handful of men and women surrounding the Teacher they’ve been following for a while as you rush through the crowd. A few concerned glances are sent your way before they turn to their Rabbi, Who gives them a certain look — the kind appearing on His face when He needs to do something without them asking questions until later. He nods in your direction, and the rest of the group silently follows Him.

Finding yourself in a remote alleyway, you lean against the wall as you heave for air, your lungs burning as you collapse behind a few barrels that fishermen have left there after their trades to be picked up later. Seeing white specks in your vision, you feel your shoulders start to shake. Behind the safe wood, you deem yourself secure and hidden. As a shadow casts over you, you feel your breath hitch inside your throat, immediately realising that you have been found.

“Hey, now.” The voice does not belong to any of your siblings. Still, you remain right where you are as your heart races inside your chest. A subtle brush of fabric being disturbed. Someone is approaching you.

Cowering, you hide your face from the shadow darkening above you, flinching as if afraid to be hit again. Instead of being met with a closed fist, however, you feel a warm hand land on your shoulder. Regardless of its gentleness, you jolt. 

“Daughter.” The voice of the Stranger is warm and melts right through the layers of your heart, causing it to stutter inside your chest, “Daughter, look at Me.” 

Tears leak down your face as you shake your head. No matter Who this Man is, you are not worthy of looking Him in the eye. “I want to see your face.” 

The request is made so warmly that you can’t help but remove your hands from your raw face. The moment a warm hand cradles it, tilting it upwards, you open your eyes again. 

Pools of deep brown gaze down at you with a gentleness you’ve never seen on anyone ever before.

“My daughter. (Y/n).” 

Your chin quivers as you attempt to find the first question to ask. The Stranger thumbs away a tear and smiles. 

“You don’t need to say anything. All you need is Me. My Name is Jesus. Come, stand up. You don’t need to hide from Me.” 

You feel some strength come back in your legs at the command, and you straighten out to stand next to the Man Who introduced Himself as Jesus. Surrounding Him are a few people with curious yet kind eyes. 

“There.” Jesus muses. “Now we can properly see you.” He readjusts your veil so it sits better on your hair and looks at you with an expression that floods you with unfamiliar warmth. 

“I am glad I met you here today,” he whispers, “That we run into one another while you are surrounded with the people who you should have been able to call your family.” 

Your vision blurs, but Jesus shushes you and shakes His head. “There is no need for tears anymore. You have been hurt enough. I know how you afraid you have been. How you have felt about yourself. Today, that all changes.” 

“There you are, you little—” 

Caleb freezes in his spot as he pushes through the crowd of Jesus’ followers and sees you standing near the Man Who treats you with more kindness in a single minute than your own flesh and blood ever has done in more than twenty years of your life. 

“Who are You?! Get away from my sister.” 

“She is no longer your sister.” Jesus states, “For you have never been her brother. She is a daughter of her Father in heaven.” 

Caleb frowns, shaking his head in confusion, rage starting to seep into his features. 

“What kind of nonsense are You spewing?! Our father is back home in—” 

“You and your family—” Jesus lets His gaze go over to your sisters, who have gathered behind Caleb upon hearing the commotion. “You and your siblings as well as your father, have blamed this young woman for something that was not her fault. You have treated her like cattle, to be talked down on, hurt her in ways that I don’t even want to say out loud. I am here to declare, no more of that.” 

Your oldest brother grits his teeth as Orpah puts her hand on his arm. “You know nothing about our family, You—” 

“—You will no longer hurt her. You will no longer hurt My creation.” 

Your face warms upon the words Jesus is saying. He is speaking with such authority that you don’t even consider it for a moment, accepting His words right away, believing them, for you had been depraved from any comfort of the sort all your life; This Stranger right in front of you, He is all you needed, and then, somehow, you realise that He is more. More than just a Man telling people they are loved and wanted. More than just a Man rebuking others for their wicked behaviour. Your entire soul is suddenly flooded by this understanding, and a large smile spreads over your expression. 

“(Y/n). As I said, I know you have been hurt by those who were supposed to protect and love you. But I will teach you a different kind of love. A true, Godly love. I will redefine the meaning of fatherhood for you. You will learn it is supposed to be like. What a true Father is supposed to do for His children.” 

“Don’t listen to this nonsense, (Y/n).” Caleb hisses, “He’s a madman! Some random rabbi with a Messiah-complex!” 

Jesus can’t help but let His lips quirk upwards at the irony of the latter statement, but no one catches on.

“(Y/n).” Jesus ignores your brother, focusing on you completely. “Will you follow Me?” 

There is no hesitation in your voice. “Yes!” you breathe, “Yes— Yes, I will!” 

The crowd of Jesus’ followers around you lets out a breath of happiness and seems eager to get to know you, whilst Caleb, Orpah and Susannah deeply frown. 

Your brother steps forward in an attempt to grab your wrist and pull you away, but two men of whom you don’t know the names yet shield you from him, looming over your sibling, who swallows hard. 

“Our— Our father will not be pleased! This is not the end of it, (Y/n)! You’ll be hearing from us, soon! Come on, let’s go.”  

With your sisters in tow, Caleb stomps off without as much as a look back. You let out a sigh of relief as your tears dry on your cheeks at last. Jesus smiles down at you and releases your face. Just now, you turn to the group standing with you, sniffling a bit as you smile.

“Uh, shalom shalom.” 

You are greeted with a few shalom’s from both men and women. 

“These are my followers,” Jesus tells you, “They will be your new siblings, if you will. And this time around, they will be kind and loving to you. It seems like they can barely wait to meet you. How does that sound?” 

You can’t help but laugh a little — genuinely so, which you haven’t done in a very long time — and nod, running your hands down your tunic. “Oh, I… I think I’d like that very much.” 

Jesus chuckles, nodding. “Very good. I’m sure they can tell you more about Me, too, hm?” As Jesus looks up at His followers, they all eagerly nod. 

Your heart swells with sudden happiness, a sensation you don’t even think you’ve truly experienced before, and you step forward to meet them more closely, surrounded by unexpected gentleness and acceptance. You have been so parched for Truth that you welcome the new feeling with open arms, at the precipice of something you have been dying to have in life. 

The Messiah fondly watches how His students involve you into their day right away, sensing the way the yoke of your family falls from your shoulders, replaced by His soft one.

[dreamwritersworld]

The chore. Part 2 (Sully family x reader)

this is part two of my first story! :) I decided to add the healing and growing of our character to ease the pain and panic that mayyyy or may not come in the next part 😭. I hope you enjoy it! 💕

Tuk had only just now fallen asleep since it’s been a couple of hours flying. I know that sooner or later she’s going to be hungry so I decided to take a break and go out hunting for our meal. I laid her down safely with my Ikran while I went to go hunt. It had only been an hour since I left so I whistled to see if Tuk was at least up, patiently waiting for a whistle back. She wasn’t thankfully but I was indeed so tired so I just decided to set our meal and future meals for the flight ahead.

I slept longer than expected not as much as Tuk though, I could only hope that the trip wasn’t taking a big hit on her. So I started preparing the meal that I hunted and started a fire, moved Tuk even closer in case she was cold. We ate and got back to flying. A couple of days passed and I can tell as much as Tuk tried to hide it, she was tired of flying and searching for “a place to settle”. She just constantly asked me “are we almost there?” All I had to give her was “We’ll see Tuk-Tuk! Just hold on goofball! :)” I don’t have a plan but I hope she doesn’t notice, she should be at peace and I can’t cause anymore trouble, especially since I’m the reason she wanted to leave the forest.

It wasn’t until a couple of hours I felt tears and a frustrated sob that I noticed Tuk was over hiding how she felt. “Im tired of flying. I want to go home. I want to settle wherever you said home would be. But we can settle another place can’t we? I just want a home.” I couldn’t do anything but hold her while she cried because I knew I had to keep going. I soon realized she was starting to catch a fever, a really bad one so I was in a hurry to find a clan to approach.

Her fever was only getting worse she was hanging on but I didn’t have much time. I feel tears build up, feeling like I let her down until I see huts I think we’re close to something. I hear calls, announcing a newcomers arrival, my arrival. I hold Tuk in my arms crying begging for help. “I do not come to harm anyone Please. Help my sister is sick and it’s only getting worse.” I see the Olo'eyktan and Tsahik coming towards us and I take a kneel to show some sort of my respects since I am holding Tuk in my arms.

“Why do you come here on our island for?” The woman speaks. “I seek a place to call home. A place to settle. I understand I am different but I will adapt. WE will adapt. We will learn your ways but please accept us. My sister is burning up and- please just heal her please.” The two turn to each other and discuss with their eyes as I wait and hold Tuk tight “Sister it hurts, everything hurts”

“I know Tuk, I know it’s ok just hang on” they turn back to me and the Tsahik says “Come with me child.” I follow quickly, hearing the Olo'eyktan urge everyone to return to the normal “Everyone go back to your duties!”

I stand by watching her do her work by the time she’s done Tuk is feelings better but quickly rested. The Olo'eyktan walks in as soon as she is done and she turns to me and says. “My name is Ronal, this is my husband Tonowari. How long have you been out flying?” I look up nervous to speak “M-my name is y/n. Who you just treated is Tuk. We have been flying for a couple of days now.” Silence is between us as she contemplates her next words “You seek a place to settle yes? Well you must learn our ways as you already stated. You must not fall behind.”

“Yes, yes I understand thank you. Thank you truly” She takes a moment to look at my face “Child, what is that scar?” I watch as she touches it. “Oh, it was from a fight I was in. Trust me I don’t do those anymore.” She laughs at how quick I was to cover it up. Then they decided that although we were newcomers, we shouldn’t have our own mauri since we were young. I couldn’t argue this since we are their guest, so they settled us comfortably into a far corner of their Mauri.

Finally a real sleep.

I woke up to a meal being cooked and settled on the table. I had greeted the leaders and introduced myself to their children. The girl, Tyseria lead the conversation asking about Tuk and I’s interests and hobbies and we all seemed to get along until it was time to clean up and I was asked to stay longer while the two siblings did chores. Tuk had walked away into our corner to start beading a bracelet with the new materials Tyseria gave her.

In a gentle voice Tonowari said “We do not mean to bring harm but we must know what went wrong seeing as you are a child taking care of a child. How has it come to this?” I looked down slightly saddened taking in what he said as it was true and seemingly sad. Although I had to be honest and stay true to my word, I told them everything, every detail, every word ever spoken about why I fled the forest.

“Well then y/n…we will take care of you and house you. It seems as though it is in your nature to protect the innocent, you have a strong heart. So I am sorry that on that day, the day you were once again shut out and left to die. No one was there to lift you up into their arms, the way you lifted others like Tuk into yours. No one cared for you the way you should’ve been taken care of then, so allow us to care for you now. It’s time to be at peace Y/n. ” and for the first time ever it was ok to cry, cry tears of happiness and comfort. I was finally going to be at peace.

So that’s what they did. We soon became daughters to them. I grew close with Tyseria, took care of Tuk and surprisingly got along with Aonung even if we seemed to always leave conversations with both of us blushing like crazy. At some point it was hard, to lose old habits. I was so used to being on my own and taking care of Tuk I sometimes lost sight of how others perceive me…just a kid.

*flashback*

I unknowingly over worked myself, fighting to show I can still stay on the island, a war nobody even knew was happening. Once Ronal told me to stop working as my hands were starting to bleed, I accidentally got upset and told her “I can’t stop I need to keep going, stopping means I don’t care anymore.” It wasn’t until then Tonowari and Ronal pulled me aside to talk is when I realized this isn’t like before, I’m not alone.

“All right, your not alone anymore and your not a bad person for leaving. You did not come out of the womb as a frustrated person Y/n. You. Y/n, came out of the womb a beautiful child who unbeknownst to her had a couple of wires crossed. So when you have finally received true love. The love you were always meant to have, it set something off in your brain that wants to deny it and keep fighting. You have been fighting a losing game since the first day you were in your other parents care. So you can sit here and continue looking me in the eye and say as calmly as can be, “I’m fine, it’s not big deal, I’m not thinking about it anymore and I am no longer upset at my past.” That. My child, is the disease of silent frustration. It is deadly. The hardest part about having this disease is that no one in the world can see it besides the ones that hold you close. And that is why we are here to show you we care, we are not leaving, we are not going to ignore your feelings, and we will go through this together. As long as we are here no one can hurt you” *

It was moment like those when I needed someone to pull me out of my old habits, even Tyseria and Aonung did.

*Flashback*

I was looking over Tuk while she slept, it had only been a couple of days since we arrived but I was still pondering over the fact that I could’ve lost her if I had no solution to her fever. “What are youuuu thinkin?” I heard Tyseria giggle and say. I stood quiet considering if I should even say anything with the two siblings in the room but I decided to anyways “I thought Tuk would be the one…finally.” Confusion was written on their faces until Aonung said “the one what y/n?” I looked back down “the one who’s life I didn’t harm.” I immediately feel their hugs as Aonung said “you didn’t do anything wrong y/n, you did the best for her.” *

So yes it was difficult, but I made sure we knew their ways and observed everything to show Tuk to be better. We got many eyes and compliments because we learned at a quicker rate and speed than anyone at the island ever did. I didn’t want to overwork Tuk, I could never do that to her so instead while we were doing extra practice I taught her in games, the same way we did in the forest. It was going good and she maintained a smile until we were entering our home and I mentioned us having to practice breathing techniques. That’s when she got frustrated.

“No Y/n I can’t do it. It’s hurts. I can’t practice breathing. It’s easier for you to do when you already know the ways. This is the only thing I can’t and won’t do.” I sigh contemplating my next words, this is about survival and if I need Tuk to be safe I need her to learn how to breath underwater especially since she is surrounded by it. “Tuk please I know it’s hard and trust me I don’t know the ways fully either but we will learn. Together.” She’s silent considering what I’ve said “You made it so that we don’t have to fly anymore Y/n, so we that we can be together still. We’re safe now.” I glance down and smile “yea I guess we are” we sit for a moment enjoying the view of the beach. “All this. It’s worth it. All those times you would ask me if we’d find a home, all I could ever tell you was “We’ll see” and your face would fall every single time.”

“It’s better than saying yes and lying to me.” Tuk admits. “That’s what I told myself. But you want to know something I didn’t tell you? I never had a plan, I never knew where we were going. I never knew anything. I just fought and fought and fought and hoped you didn’t notice. I hoped we’d find something before you did. Did I do a good job?” My voice cracks as I start to tear up hoping I didn’t ruin her. “Of course you did sister! Are you crazy?!” I laugh and continue “When I was about to leave and you swore that you didn’t want to stay. Tuk, I fully believe if you hadn’t come I’d probably be lost. I was right to hear you out back in the forest, you made a request and I just had to trust myself and you to make the hard call. To take you with me. How did I get so lucky?” Tuk smiles and says “You made it so we can so thank you. For everything” I take a moment to stare at her and hold in the morning before saying “your welcome, for everything.”

We clean up the Mauri for awhile and continues the night like normal instead this time I felt a small hand reach out to me. “Can I..? Could I maybe sleep with you tonight.” Something we hadn’t done it in what feels like years. “You know like I did when I was little.” I agreed inviting her in. “Yea I-I’m not scared, just tired.” I smiled at her trying to reassure me while she hugs me in silence “….Tuk you’re still little” I hear her laugh and sigh “yea I know” and we drifted off into sleep.

Hope you enjoyed my loves :)!!! 💕

[worfs-glorious-hair]

Druid!Tav and Sneaky God!Gale (post romance after finale) ft. Druid!Tav x Halsin (post game) HCs *Part 1*

- What are we going to do next? get out of the city, I‘ve heard Amn is very nice this time of year —> is in absolute denial and hates the world. Is not in the mood to celebrate whatsoever and just wants to leave. This city has no place for them, nor have they a future there. Not when it had taken everything from them today

- “it was worth everything you sacrificed” Really? I am not so sure. “Whether I condemn the world or not, I choose you!”… what happened to that? It turned into “whether I condemn the world you and I have built together or not, I leave behind everything we have and fought for to pursue the misleading promise of unlimited powers in hopes that I will find the peace of mind there that you gave me without even asking already”

- Tav goes to Avernus with Wyll and Karlach. „I will not loose another one I love today“

- uses their rage and grief to fight whatever hell throws at them, doesn’t think and won’t feel. Fighting has become so ingrained into their life that it is easier to do just that, do what they have done nearly daily for so much time now and to focus on the task ahead. Having a task, a quest, is good. Having a goal is good. Otherwise I would loose myself in the pain I do not dare to feel

- But the first time the three of them get to breathe and rest after they arrived in Avernus Tav breaks down. The final fight, the uncertainty, the terror, saying their goodbyes before getting into the rowing boat and swearing their love. And Gale turning colder, more distant by the minute, the closer they come to the brain, to the crown, like he never was before. Not even when they had just met and were still strangers had he been that cold. Now he just cared about the crown. Not even asking Tav if they were okay after they tried to use the netherstones against the brain and nearly loosing, if it weren’t for the Emperor. No words, no feelings of love left in his heart twisted by ambition. Freeing Orpheus and turning against the Emperor, or the Emperor against them, Gale choosing the crown over Tav after the brain’s fall into the Chionthar. It was all too much and Tav was only human. And weak from fighting. Weak from loosing the one, they thought they would not loose. Not to the crown.

- And Karlach and Wyll hold them, let them cry and scream and gasp and beg Gale to come back. They hum and soothe and kiss Tav’s temples and cocoon them in their love. And their shared grief. And Tav clings to them, clings to their friends, their companions, their touch, their love. Clings to Karlach, who they can finally touch and feel under their fingers

- And on the party in the wilderness six months later is everything even worse. Gale arrives in a flick of light that holds none of the magic Tav has grown to love and to recognise wherever it appeared. This magic is ice cold and distant like the stars. There is no buzzing life behind, no power of creation and wonder. Just pure, calculated ambition. And with too much ambition there is no room for love, empathy or just slowing down to just be for one moment left. And what he made himself look like. He was bulky, a statue and just as sturdy, cold and lifeless. Where once had been broad shoulders with his surprisingly strong arms and soft, warm flesh on his belly and thighs there was now only a body like divine granite, again just like the stars. Ice cold and far away with not one wish, not one dream between them. No one would listen, there was no kind, answering wishing star. And his eyes, they were even worse. Unrecognisable voids of light, where once had been his warm, gentle eyes, full of curiosity and with either a sparkle of confidence or love. Often times both. Eyes that were once alive with life itself. All gone. Maybe the worst was his voice after all, so distant and arrogant. The step in it was gone, the gentleness, the confidence, the kindness. But most importantly the warmth, the life, the cheerfulness, the optimism. Gone. Tav could barely look at him. It was terrible.

- He does not offer (again) that Tav could become his Chosen and they would not agree anyways. The Gale they love is dead. Gone. Replaced by a grotesque figure with the shadow of the face of the man they love beyond everything

- Tara blames Tav for what he became and they can only agree. “If only I could have done more, if only I could have found better words, if I had loved him more, shown it more, if I wouldn’t have let him read that damn book he would maybe still be with us… I am so sorry, Tara, I took him away from you….” But she admits that he was, unfortunately still is, his own person, with his own decisions to make. “He is the biggest fool in the realms, to give up everything, to give up you and your love for his ambitions”, Tara hisses and the shadow of a smile hushes over Tav’s face for the first time in a very long time. Tara is the only living soul who hates Gale, no, who hates the god he twisted himself into, more than Tav. And they both still adore Gale the man they love and have lost. Tav agrees to meet Gale’s mother once they can return from Avernus when Karlach’s heart is permanently fixed. It will bring them all closure, hopefully, one day

- Tav clings to Shadowheart at the party, is unwilling to let her go. Their first friendly face on this journey, their first friend. And Shadowheart holds Tav close, strokes their hair and kisses their temples and whispers soothing nothings into their ear. Shadowheart tells Tav what she has been up to and Tav listens. At least someone can be happy with their love. But Tav’s heart clenches painfully as Shadowheart tells them about the cloister in Waterdeep. And Shadowheart must have seen it, felt it and her face drops. “I am so sorry”, she whispers, terrified. “Don’t be. I guess it’s on me when the mere mention of that damned place I don’t even know makes me want to scream…”, Tav says and Shadowheart gently shakes her head. “You wanted a future there, you had plans for that ‘damned place’. And they were taken from you. Let it out. I am here.” And she pulls Tav in for another close hug as she repeats the words that Tav had used that night in another life when the both of them stood in front a forgotten Selûne shrine after she had to let go of her parents in the cloister underneath the House of Grief in Baldur’s Gate.

- Tav cuddles with Scratch and cries into his fur. And Scratch understands enough. He said that one smell was different. Not different like everyone’s smells got different over time but was still recognisable, but different as in bad. “The grey glowing man, he smells cold and odd. He was not here before, wasn’t he, friend?”, Scratch asks and looks up with big soulful eyes. And Tav shakes their head, tears still falling. “No, he wasn’t there with us back then. But he is here now and we have to live with that. We can not bring…”, Tav’s voice breaks. “There is nothing we can do about it now.” And Scratch cuddles closer and Tav hugs him tightly.

- Tav doesn’t care, it doesn’t matter if he sees them like that. Crying. Heartbroken. He doesn’t care about them anymore. There is no compassion left in him to care. Nothing left that loves. And nothing to love for them but that what is now lost.

- Jaheira sits down with Tav for a while, playing with Scratch and her rat friend. Both sit mostly in silence but there is understanding, comfort. And a promise. Say the word and I’ll send the so called god of ambition to where he came from! It makes Tav’s heart a tiny bit lighter and they even manage something like a tiny smile at Jaheira. It’s good to know that this stubborn woman hasn’t changed, that she will have their back no matter what

- And Tav clings to Halsin at the party. Hides in his arms from the world, when they finally hug and doesn’t want to let go ever again. Tav wants to hear everything, about the Tiefling children he cares about, Thaniel and Oliver and the healing, growing lands. Tav feels a pull to see it for themselves, they had wanted to see these lands heal since the day they had killed Ketheric but their odd little group had to venture forth to Baldur’s Gate. It was Tav’s biggest victory on this journey, freeing the lands and bringing back the balance. For once they had felt like a druid there again, not a warrior that was drafted unprepared into a war.

- Halsin feels comfortable, safe, warm. One look into his kind, gentle eyes and they are reminded what they have always felt like in his presence. Seen. Adored. Loved. Warm. Safe.

- Warm, big, gentle Halsin who had confessed his love, his adoration for Tav during their journey, only to be abducted by Orin shortly after. Tav had declined that day but had told him “if anyone could convince me to try your route of love and relationships it would be you”.

- Tav wants to stay with Halsin, wants to go back to Reithwin with him, care for the lands. Care for the children. Be a druid again! Keeping his arms around them in hopes that it would chase the nightmares away. The nightmares of Avernus, a place with no green, no life, no gentleness and the nightmares of the docks with an orange burning sky, so much like Avernus. The nightmares of him bowing and turning around, leaving without so much of a word of love, without a touch to their cheek, their hand, anything. Without turning back around to come back to them. The nightmares where they can hear their own desperate voice calling out for Gale to come back, to please return… The nightmares in which a choir of their shared voices will always chant IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou But it is never enough. Instead the voice of Tav and the voice of Gale mocks them. Reminds them of what they have lost

- Tav, Karlach and Wyll return to Avernus after the party. Never would Tav let Karlach be alone again. They have promised her that on the docks and they would stick to their words. And they have promised her so many times to stay with her until the very end. And they honour their promise. Even though Tav yearns for a place to call home. A place to rest. For Reithwin. No. It is not a what they yearn for, it is a who. For Halsin’s gentleness and his healing touch. They yearn for Halsin’s unconditional and selfless love. His kind, generous eyes. His warm hands. His comforting voice. His subtle, hidden lightheartedness and playfulness.

- They keep the duck he has made for them close when they sleep. Enchants it so that it is immune to most damage that could hit it in Avernus. And they enchant it to return to their pack if it should ever be farther away from it than three meters.

- Tav finally returns to the material plane after fixing Karlach heart with the blueprints they found and infiltrating Zariel’s forge.

- The moment Tav knows that Karlach is finally safe and sound is the moment they race to Reithwin. It is the moment they race home!

- Wyll continues to hunt the fiends and foes who threaten Faerûn and Karlach looks for her place to be on the surface and in the light of the world. But both do it not before helping Tav to get to the place where they can just be and finally rest from their hardships

- Karlach and Wyll accompany Tav, of course! They want to know they are safe, there is no way in hell and all the realms they would let Tav go on their own. After everything they had done for them. Everything they had lost and won.

- Tav sends a bird to inform Halsin of their arrival and it takes less time than it should until Tav, who is currently in their wolf wild shape – it makes not thinking, not feeling easier– picks up the galloping of heavy paws in the distance and they rush on

- Their paths meet on a clearing in a small patch of forest, wolf and bear. Just looking at each other.

- Tav and Halsin stumble out of their wild shapes and into their arms. And the world feels a little more round again.

- “Let me stay by your side. I want to rebuild this land, care for the children and hide away from the world in your arms!”, Tav mumbles into his chest. “Of course, dearest heart. I have waited so long for you to come. You are everything to me…” – “please don’t say that! I’ve heard that before and you know how this went… It is enough for me that you care for me, that you want to take care of me. Let this be enough! Please!” – And Halsin just pulls Tav close to him and strokes their hair. “Whatever you need of me!”

- Together they (Tav, Karlach, Wyll and Halsin) return to what had been the shadow cursed lands to Halsin’s refuge.

- Wyll and Karlach stay as well for a while, playing, bonding with the children. Teaching them, letting them teach them the ways of life in Reithwin and keeping some of the work out of Halsin’s hands, so that he can focus his whole attention to Tav

- Tav who can’t believe what they are seeing, who finally see the land healed. Tav who spends the first days just running around the lands, in wild shapes and as a human and just looks at everything. They also find the spots they used to camp at and they cry and remember and scream at the sky. It’s not a prayer. It’s just rage. “You fool, you damned fool. We could have had it all. And you threw it all away. I hope you are happy now. Because I am not. But I will be again! I promise you that! You weak shadow of a man, was loosing the world you fought so hard to preserve, the people who saved your life a thousand times over, who you saved just as much, were those people who loved you most worth loosing to godhood? Was it worth to give me up for your ambitions? I hope it was, because I am not forgiving you!”

- Halsin usually finds Tav then and leads them away from the bad memories

- And Tav lets Halsin guide them back to nature and to life.

- “Help me be a druid again. Not a warrior, not a hero, just a druid caring for Silvanus’ creation like we are called to do… Like I was doing once before…”, they often plead to him when grief and sorrow overflows and they just remember the armours they wore and the weapons they wielded and the pain and the death and the suffering– “You have always been a druid, my dearest heart, through it all. Your guidance, your love, your strength by nature, through Silvanus’ grace, your perseverance. You guided us, you captained us. You healed us, my dear love, you healed this land! And then you healed the world…” And Tav sighs and let Halsin fondle their head, pulling them gentle into his chest and let his steady heartbeat ground them again

- Tav lives a secluded life with Halsin in Reitwhin, barely anyone besides their former companions, their family, knows where to find “the hero of Baldur’s Gate”

- Tav does not want the title and they certainly do not want to see the city again

- Instead they live to see their greatest achievement, their biggest victory on their journey, grow and heal (just like them)

- But they make sure to use the power and the authority they hold anyways, no matter if they want it or not, well. They make sure that for the heroes’ monument in the High Halls everyone is depicted as their true selves, most of all Gale. He is shown as the man he was, kind, caring and generous with his beautiful magic. He is shown looking out for those he cared about and clad in the simple robe he wore on the day Tav pulled him out of that portal, with a quarterstaff on his back and with one hand casting a shield on his companions while the other hurls a fire bolt at an enemy in the distance —> this is the Gale the world should know about, this is the Gale the world should remember, this is the Gale that deserves monuments and statues.

[And in case Gale detonated the orb this is the only statue they should erect, Tav thinks. The only hero who truly counts. He sacrificed everything this day, maybe even his soul. But nobody wants to listen to them. The higher ups of Baldur’s Gate remind Tav of what the group of theirs did that lead to the destruction of the Absolute and insist that they all deserve a monument just as much.]

- So Tav reluctantly agrees but only does so if they show Tav in their wild shape at Gale’s side. He loved their wild shape and Tav does not want to be shown with their face there. The face he had turned away from after everything. The face he had once kissed with all his might, promising them a brighter day, a new dawn. And Halsin and Jaheira join Tav on the monument in their wild shapes in solidarity. Jaheira says that she already has had her hero’s moments and monuments and would prefer some quietness but her eyes are soft and compassionate. Tav knows she does it for them. And Halsin, well, he prefers his bear shape anyways. But he adds: “I belong where you are. Wherever you need me. I promised you that a long time ago and this promise will not be broken, not as long I am alive!” So panther, bear and wolf stand together at Gale’s feet, ready to attack, ready to defend the true hero (according to Tav in case of the detonated orb)

- And after the monument was erected was there suddenly a significant amount of very ambitious people of all kinds who cared for the monument, polished and oiled the stone and if anyone dared to touch it in ill intend were they ready to fight them to the blood

- there were rumours in the weave, in the magic of nature, anything that could command magic heard them, felt them. Do not lay so much as a finger on the monument of the Heroes of High Hall. Expect my wrath if you fail to do so! Protect the wolf from any harm! Because I was unable to.

- And oddly enough and despite anything it calms Tav’s soul. Maybe there is a part of him that is still him, who regrets what happened. A part of him that is still him and is maybe terrified at what happened. Maybe he suffers just as much as Tav does

Part 2 here

[yanderes-galore]

Romantic Yan! Mauga x gn!reader concept

I'D LOVE TO. He comes out on my birthday so this is a bit special for me/hj. Hope you enjoy my take on him! Here's me pouring general thoughts down ^^ (Love you for your Overwatch requests, istg).

If it sounds like I'm self-indulgent, I probably am, my bad.

Yandere! Mauga Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Abuse of power, Kidnapping, Murder/Death, Threats, Intimidation, Violence, Possessive, Restraints, Dehumanization mentioned, Sadism, Forced relationship.

I feel like there's a lot of scary things about Mauga.

First of all, he's huge.

He's been augmented from a near death experience to be huge and powerful.

His name even means "mountain".

Then there's the fact he takes joy in doing what he does... literal murder for Talon.

He even is oddly chipper/chill with his language.

Even when threatening others he sounds so... excited? Friendly?

He seems so nice to be around... but he's still a murderer.

He'd act the same with you.

Mauga calls everyone "friend".

If he met you he'd immediately be overly friendly.

He'd call you friendly terms, like "friend", "buddy", and "pal".

But if he felt flirty he'd probably call you by some sort of nickname.

I'm not sure what he'd call you exactly but maybe "Teuila"? It's the national flower of Samoa (from what I saw)

He could also call you the classic nicknames such as "babe", "baby", "dear", "doll", etc.

It's just "Teuila" seems more unique to him.

Mauga is another one who likes the size difference between you.

It serves as a good way to intimidate you and he likes it.

Mauga is a sadistic sociopath who doesn't appear affected by the crimes he commits.

In fact he depicts himself as "carefree".

Mauga could be the type to slaughter innocents then look at you with a big grin.

He doesn't mind if you fear him.

He'd part of Talon... he loves the fear.

He knows he's a bad person and doesn't mind.

His apathy towards the life of others is what makes him terrifying.

He only really cares about you, his little Teuila.

If I'm correct, Mauga canonically has sharp teeth.

Which means he would certainly bite you.

He may also like to hold/manhandle you a bit.

He likes the power and size he has over you.

Oh, fighting him a bit?

How do you like being pinned to a wall?

In his obsession he is naturally rough.

Mauga likes to have everyone know you're his.

No one should touch you unless they want a Talon agent breathing down their neck.

You could be a civilian or a fellow member of Talon.

Doesn't matter to him.

He plans to keep you all the same.

Would take you to bars when he could find them.

He sees it as a way to bond, probably.

Mauga could isolate you, yet showing you off can be quite exciting.

A silent challenge for others to take what's his... so he can have an excuse to break their bones, most likely.

He isn't one for "messing with your mind" manipulation.

More like... brute force.

He doesn't want to intentionally hurt you.

It's mostly just enough to show his mark on you, not to break anything.

He knows you're fragile.

If you tried to escape this mountain of a man... good luck.

He found Baptiste with ease when he left Talon.

He can find you.

He'll hunt you down and pick you from wherever you plan on staying.

He deserves to have you in his eyes.

You may cry or scream, but any hit against hist chest just makes him chuckle.

Your hits tickle him... he finds it adorable.

His "Cage Fight" ability implies chains.

This is just being clever, but imagine as punishment he chains you to him?

Now you can't run... he'll just drag you.

If anything you begin to look like a pet to members of Talon.

But they allow it.

They don't need Mauga becoming a problem.

Obviously he is quite possessive.

Loves your touch, your warmth, in a weird way your smell.

He may mark you but tries to treat you as delicately as a flower.

Like the nickname he affectionately calls you....

Mauga doesn't care if you miss your family when he drags you back to him.

He feels things would be better if you forget them.

He may end up doing something bad if you don't... wouldn't want that now, would we?

Overall, Mauga is a powerful and possessive man.

He is unfazed by what he does to obtain you... even when it includes others losing their lives for helping you leave him.

Mauga loves the challenge... even finds it exciting.

[hobicakess]

I’m just dropping a little something that’s been brewing for a while and I have like 4 series that I haven't posted

cw: allusions to past SA, period typical themes, there might be some switches from 3rd to 2nd person ill fix it later.

Just vampire hyung line and their immortal wife. Throughout the years she met them all one by one and she married them all legally throughout the years. Today we’re going to read about her, Seokjin, and Yoongi's story.

First she was married to Jin although she met Yoongi decades before. Though their relationship was still very rocky. Her and Seokjins marriage was strictly arranged by the Supernatural council. Seokjin being an original vampire and her being an original immortal (meaning she was “blessed” directly by the gods to walk the earth eternally) the marriage was for the sake of reproduction.

At first Jin was furious about the arrangement. He was an original vampire. He'd been living way before the council was organized and now they were demanding him. Kim Seokjin. The handsomest, wealthiest, one of the eldest vampires to live to marry a silly human who'd been cheated out of death and they want him to taint his very old and pure bloodline. He was extremely offended at the notion.

But all his protest went out the window when he saw her.

If you couldn’t already tell, Seokjin back then was extremely arrogant, cocky, and selfish. He saw her as a Status booster (as if his status wasn’t already high) having her by his side, this beautiful immortal woman to procreate with— this would make everyone even more envious for eternity so he sucked it up and agreed. He of course would have other lovers just like she already did

Yoongi. Former Emperor Min Yoongi wasn’t her lover at this time, he just so happened to be bonded to her. That bond was only because of the bracelet he wore around his wrist, she tricked him into putting it on only for his safety, Yoongi was devoted to her because of it, and regardless he loved her dearly. He had no choice but to follow her wherever she went and now she’s forcing him to watch her marry.

When she met with the council Yoongi thought she’d disagree but she didn't, which made him beyond furious.

When the meeting ended Seokjin walked to him “Looking forward to sharing, Vampling.” Patting his shoulder, Yoongi's fangs bared as he went to attack the older vampire but she called his name and he had no choice but to follow her like a kicked puppy.

When the two of them were alone, Yoongi slammed her against the wall, his hand breaking through it. “You are mad! You’re really going to marry that entitled pig?” He hissed venom dripping from his fangs. He didn’t know if it was him being an emotional vampling or his love for her making him feel this way. He’s never felt like this before. He used to cut heads off with a blink of an eye, and now he’s crying because he should be the one marrying her. “You would let me sit back and suffer while some random man marries and fucks you like a common whore.''

As you can tell back then Yoongi couldn’t control any of his new found emotions, being that he’d never felt any before he grew up as a king, a boss. emotions were for common folk now here he is.

“Yoongi, I understand you’re upset but don’t you dare call me names. I am simply doing-“ he cut her off, finding another part of the wall to punch, closer to the side of her face this time.

“I’ve watched you burn down villages, I’ve seen you make men tear their own skin from their bone, You’re far more powerful than-“

“Shut your mouth. They mustn’t know of the powers I have possessed. They’ll lock me up for eternity just as they’ve done the warlocks and witches.” Her hands raised to touch his still warm cheeks, she’ll forever miss his warmth when he hits his chilling point.

“ I am doing this for the sake of us, everything I have done these years has been for us.”

Her and Seokjin's wedding was beyond big, almost every supernatural species being invited. It was like Seokjin to go all out like this. While she was being prepped for the ceremony she was saddened, Yoongi had left for weeks and she didn’t know if or when he’d come back, but the wedding still happened without Yoongi and you had no living family so she was alone stuck with Seokjin and his asshole friends and family.

Yoongi scoffed, “If you genuinely want to do something for me release me of these awful feelings.” moving her hands from his face

“If you truly do not wish to be bound to me any longer I will remove your Geumganggo” she reach to unlock the golden bracelet and before she could remove it Yoongi was gone in a flash.

When she met Seokjin father she immediately felt a deep sense of hatred for him and then she felt bad for SeokJin. The reason he acted the way he did was because of the way he grew up and who he grew up with. “Well I Wouldn’t have wanted my son married to an immortal but you currently have the hips to make his children.”

Seokjin's father's eyes drifted to her hips that were outlined in the tight red wedding dress.“Thank you sir.” she bowed with gritted teeth.

“We are family, please call me father.” He grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips when it was snatched away by Seokjin.

“My wife must be really tired, she is still a human after all and we can’t have her too tired out already” his joke made the whole crowd laugh embarrassing her further, he scooped her up bridal style effortlessly.

“Goodnight.” and he zoomed away bringing the two of them into their bed chambers.

She was on the bed, pressed underneath Jin’s wide body. “Hello wife.” He smirked, pushing a coil of her hair back.

“Are you planning to pretend we are actually a happily married couple?” She stared up at him frowning.

“It speeds up the breeding process.” scoffing, pushing him off, stomping on the dresser, taking all her jewelry in angry huffs. He stood behind watching her in the vanity mirror “ You looked beautiful today, and that says a lot coming from me.” turning to look at her ‘husband’ scoffing again.

“Are you immune to not being a.. nuisance?”

“You are upset your vampling lover did not show.” it wasn’t a question it was a statement and it pissed her off more.“Vamplings are emotional creatures especially when it comes to their sires.”

“I am not a vampire, how can I be his sire?” Looking at him through the mirror. “Well I am going to assume you were with him when he first awoke?”

She was with him. Through the aching process of change. Holding cold towels on his forehead while the venom and humanity fought against each other, she was there when he awoke with the hunger of only fresh blood.

Seokjin clicked his tongue, "I guess the human stupidity still stays in Immortals" her frown becomes deeper as she removes the caked up makeup on her face with even more force than before. "Are you planning to frown all night? It is our wedding night."

She sighs, standing and unzipping her dress so it falls to her feet going to lay back on the sheets.

"What is this?" He asked confused, eyebrows raised as he stared down at her missionary position. "I am speeding up the breeding process."

"I cannot do it like.." he waved his hand over you

"This."

"Oh? would you prefer me on my stomach?" She moved herself into a face down position causing the vampire to sputter and the remaining blood he consumed during the wedding rushed to his ears as he pulled at his tie removing it.

"I cannot have you in anyway if you aren't willing." She turned back to him sitting with confusion evident all over her face. Seokjin couldn't believe it. "I was in position?"

"Position doesn't mean willingness, darling" he sighed, grabbing a sleeping gown from the dresser and handing it to her. She stares at him hard, eyes wide and the most vulnerable Seokjin has seen since meeting the immortal. “I admit that I haven't been the kindest since meeting you.”

He swallows hard, kneeling in front of her, helping her step into the frilly gown pulling it over her bare shoulders, skillfully tying the strings in the back of it. “But. I am not that kind of man who abuses his masculinity and forces himself onto unconsenting women.”

When he finished he grabbed her hands “For as long as we are together as wife and husband I will never force you to do anything you won't want to”

Standing and rolling his wide shoulder he adds “Sex wise of course”

She scoffed at him loudly, “And I thought you were being genuine.”

“You're a few centuries late darling.”