#maj drabble

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

WHAT IF WHAT IF post torture cuddling bc poor jonie is so touch starved

Everything hurt. 

This was not a sensation that Jonas was unfamiliar with, but it was still far from pleasant nonetheless. Dealing with the constant ache of muscles and stiff joints and stinging open wounds had almost become something of a routine for him. By the time old bruises had faded to yellow, new ones were blooming from red to purple elsewhere. Scabs were ripped off faster than they could scar close. Headaches and stomachaches woke him hourly, only occasionally placated whenever Malik remembered that human bodies need sustenance to survive. Really, the pains that throbbed in varying intensities should be nothing new to his battered self.

But this was much worse than he had endured over the last six weeks. The coldness that drenched him was bone deep, icy water soaked in his clothes and hair and plastering them against his trembling skin. His teeth clattered painfully behind blue lips, feeling like he was chewing on ice cubes instead of his own exhales. Not even his breath could keep him warm if he tried, though it would hardly do him any good at this point. Shaking limbs couldn’t pull in to huddle at his core for warmth, instead having to seek out relief in the form of a southern serial killer with a new fascination with ice water submersion. 

Though maybe it wasn’t all bad considering how much worse Malik could have made it. The heir could have been left in the drained metal basin when he was done the impromptu photoshoot, surely succumbing to hypothermia overnight as a result. Malik could have refused to give him a towel for him to clumsily dry himself off with, barely making a difference for his sorry state but still removing most of the droplets running down his face. He could have been left to fight through the cold on his own, struggling to procure any amount of body heat no matter how tightly he curled into himself on the floor.

No, rather than prolonging his suffering like the older man was prone to doing, Malik had scooped the soggy boy up and dropped him in his lap, forcing Jonas’s bound arms to loop over his neck in a strange hug. The position had him flush against his captor’s chest, his thick sweater helping to absorb more of the freezing liquid off of his person. Beneath the black material was a delicious body heat that Jonas greedily tried to steal, nestling closer to the source as if he could merge with the warmth. If his icy skin bothered Malik from the few points of contact they had, the other man didn’t show it, content with having a trembling pretty boy caged within his crossed legs. Malik’s arms circled around him, further trapping in his wonderful heat to share with his favorite victim while he idly clicked through the pictures on his camera. Fond memories of mere minutes ago.

“I like this one,” Malik said, though Jonas moreso felt the comment from the vibration against his cheek. “You look so cute with your li’l nose all scrunched up like that.”

That was because Jonas was desperately trying not to inhale anymore water when he was able to be dunked under for a fourth time. Rather than acknowledging whatever sinister photo was displayed on the viewfinder, the poor boy squeezed his eyes shut as if he was hoping to conserve warmth in his orbitals as well. He pushed closer into Malik’s sternum, shuddering when he felt a burning hand card through his wet locks, separating a few tangles now that the knots had been loosened. It felt heavenly to have another touch melting away the freezing pain that gnawed every square inch of his body right down through the tissue. A few water drops were displaced from the petting, feeling like tiny electrical shocks each time they landed down his neck, but it was a small price to pay at this point. 

“We should send this one to your parents,” The hand that had been stroking Jonas’s hair trailed down to rub the back of his neck, fire hot fingers helping to create a wonderful friction of heat against the knobs of his spine. 

Jonas hummed, more accurately groaned, too enthralled by the warmth beating through him. Sure, whatever Malik wanted, as long as it meant he could soak up the offered comfort for a few more minutes. Regrettably, the hand left to tap through the rest of the picture catalog, eager to pick out a few more Pulitzer Prize winners to be shown off to clients and Jonas’s family alike. Or perhaps Malik would keep them all to himself, a personal treasure trove. It didn’t matter to Jonas. Nothing mattered to Jonas right now. All he cared about was his tormentor and his unfairly high body temperature. 

“What’d’ya think it’d be like if we tried boiling water next time?”

[imeanyourmomsprettyhot]

masterlist

House of the Dragon:

Secret Visits - Aemond Targaryen - Aemond visits his little sister in her chambers /18+

Silent Desires - Aemond Targaryen - Aemond has one of his servants as his dirty little secret /18+

Captivating - Aemond Targaryen - Aemond meets a beautiful girl and they make out

An Eternity Together [masterlist] - Aemond Targaryen story - Aemond tells us about his obsession with the girl he loves /slight nsfw

You Have No Right [masterlist] - Aemond Targaryen story - The young prince does anything he can to find the woman again he fantasized about since they met / some nsfw

A Song of Water and Fire [masterlist] COMING SOON - Aemond Targaryen story - Laena was the only true child of Laenor Velaryon and Rhaenyra Targaryen, questioning the legitimacy of Jacaerys' claim as heir to The Iron Throne.

Split - Aemond & Aegon Targaryen - Both Targaryen brothers desire the same girl /18+

Targaryen Hearts Entwined - Aemond & Aegon Targaryen - Both Targaryen brothers desire the same girl (again) /18+

Stranger Things:

I need you - Billy Hargrove - Billy meets his ex on a party, and forces himself on her /18+

I´m kinda into it - Billy Hargrove - Billy is controlled by the mindflayer and made a deal with his first victim /18+

Sorry I'm late, sweetheart - Eddie Munson - Eddie gets late from a drug deal, and apologizes to his lady (iykyk) /18+

I want you - Billy Hargrove - Billy is obsessed with one of the girls in High School, and he finally got what he wanted /18+

Vikings:

What Ivar loves and needs from his wife - Ivar the boneless - A drabble about some favorites of Ivar /nsfw and fluff

I'm Never Sharing My Meal - Hvitserk & Ivar - The brothers have to stay in a shack in the woods with their companion, but it ends in a competition /18+

The God's Pathways [masterlist] COMING SOON - Vikings story - /some nsfw

I Still Hate You - Hvitserk Ragnarsson - Hvitserk recently visits the wife of his brother, but he absolutely hates her /18+

Harry Potter:

Not a No-Maj [masterlist] COMING SOON - Draco Malfoy story - A sassy girl from America, meets an English wizard who no one ever told 'no'

Zephyr [masterlist] COMING SOON - one shot collection - A collection of one shots, in an alternative reality, where Slytherin and Gryffindor ain't enemies

[missyastreiaaa]

Unfinished Drabble

Warning: will probably never continue unless motivated by peer pressure.

A maddening joke it was. There was no possible explanation for this. It was either sleep paralysis or extreme lucid dreaming. Which, she had come to know that it was in fact, neither of those.

Oh wow, I'm actually dead, aren't I? Despite the gravity of her situation, the girl remained unfazed;not a hint of sorrow and grievance in her tone.

" Myah! Bskammeiwpfu jdjdbk jsjk ?! " The girl stirred awake, opening her eyes and seeing nothing but darkness. Her fingers twitched, trying to identify where she was—the tight space, completely void of any light and airway.

Strangely enough, she could breathe nicely." —njd jejwb! " A high-pitched voice sing-sang in excitement. Seemingly from above where she was, a clutter, and what sounded to be wood scraping from one another till tidbits of light entered her dark chamber.

She squinted her eyes from the sudden burst of light, coughing at the dust particles that entered her mouth. And by the time she was looking at who was murmuring earlier, blue flames greeted her.

" Myah?! Jsidvdkzvd hskwhdvdk kdkdb kdkd! " The weird-talking cat with flaming blue ears said in surprise, grumbling as if she had ruined his plan.

Am I on drugs? The creature sighed at her dazed looking-face, " nanabduvwk nahsusvsk, nskavdywbwks nakwu " it demanded, striking a pose with a paw resting on what looked to be his hip, whilst the other hand was motioning for her to give. What the....is that thing on drugs?What the hell is he saying? The girl furrowed her brows in exasperation, shaking her head in disbelief, " Nuh-uh, I'm not doing this right after waking up, nope " she stood up abruptly.

" MYAH?!! " The creature backed up in bewilderment, she took this chance to run away to wherever her feet would lead her to. There was something familiar with that thing.

Her eyes darted from left to right and to front, analyzing the structure of the place. It was dark and eerie, like an abandoned haunted place where scary movies are usually filmed—yet it looked well-maintained, no spider webs or broken monoblocks or any rotten algae scent.

The girl stopped at a particular door, rushing inside and hiding behind one of the bookshelves when her body moved on its own and went the other way, successfully evading a fire ball from a certain creature." MYAH! Asdfbfjenlsbbm jslbbsisn ndkwb! " It yelled arrogantly. With its head held up high, it pointed its paw at her.

" Majaus vwhusjki! Nwkw bwillsb wiwb! "She gave him one of those judgmental stares, Uh-uh, right, as if I can understand what you're saying, scoffing at the confusion on its face, she backs away in a hurry.

" MYAAH! " It seemed to be trying to attack her with fireballs but the sound of a whiplash completely stopped the fire from reaching her.

A man with a bird mask suddenly appeared out of nowhere, wearing some dark colored vest and coat with feathers,  " Mdvsua bak siab!majs usb skaiw jjsveiop ndjdb kbd! " He says in what sounded like a cursive tone.

" Haomwvdud nskab mdk msjdiv nwjdj mx ndjwn kjs nksb! Kanbddja! Bxll sndh be nxidb ndk ndjc ndkwkdbb! " He suddenly looks at her with squinted yellow eyes that glows from his mask, voice getting high in tone as if he was scolding a child. Uh-uh right, right I disagree. This is one weird last dream.

" Hausvwn! Nakabdn nj akxi kak kdjdvaki! ndb kdkdbak rltohw kapqjt kfidmqofj! Lwofjdbwmwi! Emwldjf! " Huffing one last time, the man motioned for her to follow him as he turned around with the creature tightly wrapped with the whip.

Okay weird birdman, I don't know what kind of curse you put on me but okay sure I'll follow you. The girl trudged behind him, staring intensely at his tall figure and wide-back. Kinda reminds of something.

She pulls the sleeve of her robe, trying to hide her entire hand underneath it." Hsusvwk jsi ndjwb ndk kskwb j kskwb kskwbr! Sjsjl, nskdxj ndj ndhaieb ndkoowubf! " The walk didn't take them that long, as the bird masked man pushed the door roughly and yelled something in protest, murmurs of people infiltrated her ears, temporarily binding her in place from the overwhelming amount of eyes on her." Hanfievwo, nakf ksi jfi neveufl ndjavfuwovdn nfk jchwivso. Bsucbwisn beky " Despite not understanding what they were saying, she hummed in, realizing the sense of familiarity. Following beside the old man, a boy with rose-colored hair looked at her briefly, scoffing as he continued to talk with the man.

Cute, she thought, admiring his confident posture and tone. Her eyes darted back to the others, making eye contact with a pair of fierce green eyes.

Then it all suddenly clicked, like some kind of completed rubric cube or picture puzzle. Blinking away as she pretended not to stare at them.

Ah.

The birdman tugged at her arm, gesturing for her to step up in front of the mirror, " Haifvwkwb! Ajzj nsiwve nxi bwhfu ndb bs nfks dkfn fn djfusv bb dnsifb bdkdb! Vsha, nwkdbn " He yapped excitedly, making animated gestures to which she replied with—

" Ok. " Sensing her lack of respect for the birdman, the red headed boy clicked his tongue in annoyance and glared at her.

Paying no mind to them, the girl stepped forward as the hall whispered of silence. She looks up at the floating mirror with a theatrical talking mask.

' Mirror, Mirror on the wall,

Who is the fairest of them all? '

A memory played out in her head whilst having a staring contest with the mirror, as it squinted its eyes, going wide for a milli-second before squinting and nodding to itself.

" Naufvqik, nakfbwi......" Its voice sent shivers to everyone present, the place going cold by the moment it spoke, " nakfbwi amcjabwfieno, mqofnw, wmxiwbw, qmelcjwn ejf amfosbwmf. Nekxiab wnxldj wndk " Gasps and murmurs filled the halls, " g-gjebakwbdi! Nwkxbs nskdvan! Sndkdv, nwkdbsk..nskdbqk " the birdman spoke in panic, all eyes went to her. Staring with discrimination, surprise, and curiosity.

Whatever it said, it's definitely not good." Nakxvw! Anrlrk mwb nelxb nk wkciwb NK wlciwbk nk emdowbe mfksbsk! Wwldjfnwo, snkxbwnwoyb! " The birdman Huff's and panics, like he was questioning his existence. But the girl understood, if a magic less student suddenly appeared in a magic school, it would certainly raise suspicion.

" Jyoobwv, bwkxusbmslc ksifv nsk " the mirror spoke, but this time it was inside her head, causing her to jolt in place and look back at the mirror with wide cautious eyes.

A big-blue screen appeared in front of her with words that said, 'You have entered the prologue!'. Blinking in confusion, the girl regains her control by acting indifferent and dropping out her smile.

Already having a clear idea of what's happening.

[You have entered the prologue!]

[ Information Sheet

Name: Yuuna (Yu)

Level: 5

Titles :Other Worlder, A non-undead undead, summoned

Talents:----

Blessings:Blessing of fate, Blessing of survival ]

Skimming through the texts, her eyes lingered over the weird title, ' A non-undead undead' ? So I'm considered dead but also not dead? Like a zombie or a ghost? And what did it mean by 'summoned'?

" MYAHH!! nwkdbsk, sksusvwk! Wnxiwv! Snwiscan, wnwkd nwj wndhsvau! " The weird creature appeared again, startling everyone in the hall as it began saying weird things to which the birdman clearly disagreed.

" Bavenz ndv ndjwcu wn jdhwbfg! " Man yelled, pointing his gloved finger at the creature. I already have a gist of what's gonna happen next. Considering how predictable they can be. Yuuna stepped back a little as the creature spat out fire everywhere, missing her by a hairs width.

" Bskxhwni nvdu nsjxvsiwu ndvdb k d djdvsi mgop nqpfywmapd lañchw! Nwiwv! Snsksvw! " The bird man shouted as students began to panic and scrambled off to save themselves from getting burned.Yuu stared at them from her place, silencing their yells and shouts, completely fixated with the unfolding events in front of her.

Some of them trampled on the others just to escape the place, What a bunch of dolts. She thought, humming to herself as a boy with flaming robes ran towards her.

" Vaidv! Sbwi! Sbwhdcs beiwb! Bwub— " he yells in panic, Yuu grabs his the sleeve just as he comes near her, swiftly untying the sash and spinning him out of the robe in a matter of seconds. His clear bright eyes stared at her in awe as she threw the robe right at the creature who got distracted by the robe covering his attack.

Yuu grabs the bright-eyed boy's waist to prevent him from falling, wincing at the sudden shift in weight. She steadied his footing, letting him stand on his own weight again. " Bakdvwi! Kqigs, naidvwi nhs nqidvwi! " The bright-eyed boy exclaimed in delight.

It's kalim, I wish I could understand him though. She thought sadly, opting to give him a small smile and a nod.

[You obtained a new skill!]

Yuu perks up at the sudden notification, the familiar blue screen appearing beside kalim's face.

[Basic Subtitles]

Okay, that's kinda disappointing. Yuu stares in disappointment at the blue screen, watching as it vanishes." Ba mwial ndj-nwkxvami! Bkivaakabaksv! msidvwisb nsiwvwks! " The boy's energetic voice caught her attention again, as word started to appear inside a white box above his waist.

I'm Kalim Al-Asim, thanks for saving me! I almost got my bum burned! Haha!

The way it was projected resembled the game, with him speaking in a different language and the translation below was for the English server. Classic, looks like he's not speaking in Japanese either. Yuu hums in acknowledgement.

Presenting a polite smile, " Don't mention it, It's only common sense to do what I did. " She said, he brightens at her response." Bajvaina nsiwvwki nskdvsn nwjd! Bsksvw? " He grips both of her hands, eyes glittering with excitement.

I'd like to repay you for saving me! Please?

Yuu blinks at him, a mischievous smile curling on her face, " Hmm well, if you insist, let me see... " She pretended to think, eyes darting to the fight near them and to the indifferent students standing behind the fight. She tilts her head in an innocent way, almost as if she wasn't just shaking in her toes earlier, " How about your hand in marriage? Would that suffice? Since I did save your life, that technically makes me your savior, no? " She mused.

Watching in delight as Kalim's eyes widened, opening and closing his mouth like he was about to say something. A total opposite of how he usually is, considering that this might be the first time he's ever been speechless.

Yuu chuckles at his reaction, releasing her hands from his hold, " Just kidding, I don't need any sort of repayment. " She jests, turning away from him and walking up at the fight scene. You make it look as if I did that to gain something. The redheaded boy noticed her approach, " bwkdvwi! Wkdisvwki snsksv kwidv! " He directed, eyes not leaving the creature whilst trying to synchronize his attack with another student.

Get away! Evacuate with the other students!

The subtitles implored, Yuu looks at the missing birdman knowing full well how uninvolved and avoidant he is to his own school problems. Her sight gets blocked by a certain glasses-wearing boy with a beauty mark below his lips.

" Naisvwi, kqidvqkso nwkdvk " he spoke. Though it seemed to not be directed to her.

Riddle, your magic is as exquisite as usual.

Oh so that's Azul. He looks way prettier up close. Yuu watches with bated breath as the red headed boy chased after the creature with the glasses boy following behind.

She watched as the cat-raccoon thing jumped around, spitting fireballs to distract it's pursuers. This is a lot boring that I remember.  Stepping on her right foot as a stray fireball went past her. And a lot messier too.

[monpalace]

maj has some free time on their hands. how exciting!

entertain him with thoughts, drabbles, or sketch suggestions?

[sleepysakusa]

Hey hey awhile back you asked for some cute headcannons, I’m late and all but ill take any chance to dump a random one of mine <3 /p

Sakusa sobs whenever his food touches so after much trial and error Komori caved and bought a bunch of those separator plates and keeps them all stacked neatly next to his plates so Sakusa feels special and like he has his own space in his apartment kitchen :)

i cannot express how much i love kiyoomi this ask made me so happy!!!

this is Soooo sweet! i can definitely imagine sakusa preferring that his food doesn’t touch, and he has so many cute plates with dividers. hello kitty, rilakkuma & friends, chococat, he’s got them all! i enjoyed this so much actually i wrote a little something for it

little drabble info: age regression, i messed around with canon, don’t read too much into it :P kiyoomi is autistic bc i say so & i gave him my rilakkuma love

After graduating high school, Komori immediately signed a contract and joined a professional volleyball team. He was scouted by many, and those teams made similar offers to Kiyoomi. Whether those teams saw their individual talent or assumed they were a package deal, Kiyoomi would never know, but regardless, he turned them all down. He had a few years to decide where he wanted to play, seeing as he had wanted to go to university first. 

Three years into his time at university, Kiyoomi had a solid routine. It changed slightly every semester when he took up new classes, but everything else remained the same. Practice almost every week night, practice Saturday mornings, runs every morning, classes every day at their assigned times, and dinner with Komori every single Saturday. 

They’d do dinner other nights, too, and hang out together between their scheduled dinners, but they got together every Saturday night without fail. It was a miracle that Komori signed to a team close to Kiyoomi’s college, which made commuting to and from easy. 

They’d get together every Saturday night, and they did this every Saturday night, too. Kiyoomi regressed, and Komori kept him company; Komori was familiar with Kiyoomi’s regression and had been there to guide him through it since high school. Here, Kiyoomi had a relaxing and safe environment to regress in, and his annoying roommates weren’t there to bother him.

It was one of those nights, and Komori was standing at the stove in his small one bedroom apartment making dinner for the two of them. He was cooking up something simple, a dish made of spam, rice, and egg. Kiyoomi was already pleasantly fuzzy, the haze of his regression settling over him and the noise from the kitchen blending into the background. Komori glanced over at him every so often to check in, but Kiyoomi was content keeping himself busy on the couch with the games on his Switch. 

“Dinner time, Kiyo. Come pick out a plate,” Komori called into the living area, already pulling out the stack of divided plates he kept for Kiyoomi. 

Kiyoomi set his game down and entered the kitchen, bouncing on the balls of his feet eagerly. 

“Want Korilakkuma,” he said, standing behind Komori and looking over his shoulder. “Please,” he added, watching as Komori sorted through the plates to find the one Kiyoomi had requested.

“Pink Korilakkuma, or yellow Korilakkuma?” 

“Pink.” Kiyoomi took the plate when it was handed to him and held it close to his chest, nose scrunching up in excitement. 

Each plate had three sections, and they were divided by small walls on the plate. Each section depicted the character in a different scene. Looking at them made Kiyoomi happy, but knowing he could eat his food safely made him happy, too. 

Kiyoomi had a lot of sensory needs, and his food being separated was one of those. The foods he would eat were limited, and those foods dwindled once they were combined with others. The textures and flavours mixing were a surefire way to cause a meltdown, and after one too many meals ruined by his food touching, Komori found the perfect solution. He kept the majority of them here in his apartment, with the plates having a special spot in the cupboard next to his other plates, but Kiyoomi had a few plain ones in his dorm.

Sure, the plates were a bit embarrassing for Kiyoomi when he wasn’t regressed, but Rilakkuma was one of his special interests. That was enough to get him to use the plates when big, too. 

“Alright, come here, let me get you some food.”

Kiyoomi stood patiently and held his plate as he was served, taking his now full plate and going to sit at the small table. He tapped his palms against his shoulders a few times to get rid of excess energy before digging in.

Komori joined him at the table soon after and began to eat, too. Kiyoomi was kicking his legs, and his feet hit Komori’s shins occasionally, but all it did was make the two of them giggle. It was a great start to the night, and Kiyoomi was excited for the sleepover they would inevitably have.

[melancholic-shadow]

Welcome!

🪻maj // 18+ // any pronouns

🪻this is a lighthearted and self-indulgent blog centered mainly around my wol, m'ilque toast, and occasionally a few other ffxiv ocs of mine and friends

🪻not spoiler free! though posts will follow the embargo of one month for new expacs, two-weeks for patches, and will be tagged (ex: #dawntrail spoilers & #7.05 spoilers)

🪻i'm not seeking any rp partners as i prefer private sessions with close friends, but anyone is welcome to follow or ask questions if anything peeks your interest

🪻mostly sfw, any suggestive or nsfw content will be tagged

Tags

#gpose - a collection of gposes done by me

#other's gpose - a collection of gposes done by other people

#art - a collection of art done by me

#other's art - a collection of art done by other people

#lore - lore drabbles about my wol and occasionally my other ocs

#writing - where i'll hopefully post ficlets in the future

#flora - a collection of nature themed posts that m'ilque would like

[selkies-and-cycles]

welcome, folks! <3

i don't know how to format tumblr shit, so bear with me.

basic info

yo! name's Maji, they/them, minor. nonbinary, aroace, chronically ill/disabled with god knows what. this is a sideblog of @aroacenezha for my OCs, drabbles, headcanons, etc.

the blorbos and thoughts

content may include: Genshin Impact, Lego Monkie Kid, Legend of Luoxiaohei/Lanxi Zhen fav chars: LMK Nezha, LMK Red Son, Dainsleif, Aether, Collei, Baizhu OCs: Thayer (Genshin), Gryna, Rihe (LMK)

regarding reqs and ideas

I might take writing reqs if they interest me- if not, I will just share and/or respond to them with thoughts/ideas I have. I write mostly platonic stuff!!! I make exceptions for some certain pairings I like, but that is unreliable personal preference and 90% of the time just jokes or tropes that only work in a romantic/sexual context, so don't expect me to take to it.

warnings/whatever the fuck

(tbd) may or may not reblog suggestive/NSFW stuff- will be tagged and can be blocked accordingly. not pro-ship or anti-ship, more "apply logical reasoning and personal perceptions of characters to character relationships and denote whether it's just representation of a questionable dynamic vs actually encouraging that, aka what is truly harmful vs what just makes you uncomfortable".

navigation/tags- to be updated

#maj writes- gen writing tag!

[randomingoftherandomness]

fic stats meme! 💌

Was tagged by the wonderful @mangacat201 who probably knows what mire, bog mess they're getting into ¯\_ʘᗜʘ_/¯ Gonna use the stats on AO3.

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

most hits: Hands Off My Mongoose (78,965; Fandom: Hannibal)

Until today, I'm still getting kudos and comments on this fic. Genuinely one of the fics I'm most proudest of. 'The 4 times Hannibal got jealous and the one time he had nothing to be jealous about.'

second most kudos: Progression Of Things (4,743; Fandom: Kingsman)

One of my dear favourites. 'People seem to get the wrong idea about Harry and Eggsy, but you won't find much protest from Harry in that corner either.'

third most comments: Progression Of Things (95; Fandom: Kingsman)

I'm not surprised about this one

fourth most bookmarks: Poison The Man's Bread (205; Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them)

Filled for this prompt on the FBAWTFT kink meme that asked for 'The last things Graves expects is to be woken up at midnight by a loud, angry no-maj at his door, threatening to kill him if his best friend Newt gets hurt by their relationship. It's even more awkward considering said best friend is currently sleeping in his bed, too fucked out to notice what's going on.'

fifth most words: Smut Dialogue Prompts (7,755 words; Fandom: Word of Honor)

As written on the tin :>

fic with the least words: darling, you're all I need (77 words; Fandom: Tenet)

A Neil/The Protagonist drabble that I tried to challenge myself to write a fic that was within 100 words for. I think I did goof lol

[detective-luca-montoya]

Luca and Malik, part 3

The finale of the Luca and Malik saga! I didn't originally intend to do three of these but the idea got away from me 😅 Featuring the debut of our primary caretaker, Kairo, and Malik rightfully getting his ass kicked.

Warning for finger whump, aftermath of whump, violence, and injury descriptions.

Malik belongs to @lumpsbumpsandwhumps!

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"Your aura is a part of you."

Her mentor stands in front of her. He's using his staff like a walking stick as he paces back and forth. "It's just like your body. You don't have to think about breathing; your body takes care of it for you. When you need your aura, it will come."

"So, it's like a weapon?" Luca asks. She's sitting cross-legged on the dojo floor, listening attentively. Or at least pretending to. The thunk of Kairo’s ornate staff catches her attention with every step he takes.

"Yes, it can be used as a weapon. But it's also much more than that. It's a part of who you are. And it can protect you."

He stops pacing, turning on his heel, and points the staff at her. "Now. Show me."

Luca concentrates, and the aura around her shimmers and then solidifies into a staff of blue light. She swings it experimentally. It cuts through the air, leaving a trail of light in its wake.

Kairo nods. "You're not fighting with a physical weapon as much as you are directing a current of power. Your thoughts, your emotions, they become energy. They flow through your body and become a part of the weapon."

He holds up his staff. "They will be drawn to each other. Block high."

She does. Golden and blue sparks fly around them- the staffs attracted to each other like some strange form of magnetism. Luca stares in awe. "When will I get my own?"

"When you're ready," Kairo says. "It will take time. An aura weapon is a physical manifestation of your soul. You must be in tune with your inner self in order to master it. You must find peace within yourself, in your surroundings, in..."

Luca had stopped listening as soon as he'd said "inner self" and was busy palming an aura sphere like a baseball and posing like a pitcher.

Kairo stamps his staff on the ground. "Luca!"

She snaps to attention. "Yes Master!"

"Pay attention! We're not done yet, darlin'."

What-

The world implodes into white, and all there is is pain.

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Luca opened her eyes, sticky with blood, and saw Malik staring at her, snapping his fingers in front of her face impatiently. "Thought I'd lost you for a moment there."

Luca rolls her neck and looks down. There's several pins sticking out from underneath her fingernails. That explains that.

"Had a little tantrum midway through," Malik explains. "Thought your heart gave out." He chuckles.

Must have passed out from the rush of aura and adrenaline, she figured, trying to rationalize away the stabbing in her hands. More importantly, she was still alive. There was still a chance.

Malik's biggest weakness is that he doesn't know exactly what she's capable of. Sure, she's injured, exhausted, has several broken bones and is currently being used as a pinboard...

But I'm not done yet.

She coughs, spits blood, tries to ignore the stabbing pain in her ankle, and focuses.

I need you.

Her aura responds.

Come to me.

There's a new kind of pain now, something ancient and powerful that could rip her apart from the inside. It pulls at her fingertips, flows into her lungs like air, pools in her hands and feet. She gasps and coughs, and Malik looks over as her hands flare blue.

"Again?" He smirks, grabbing another pin. "Well don't mind if I dO-"

A gauntleted fist slams into his chest and he folds like an accordion. He can hear the crack of several ribs, wheezing as the breath is knocked out of him and into next Tuesday.

"What the f-"

Luca slams her elbow into his face, grabbing it with both hands before smashing it into the table- and his laptop. Sparks, blood, and electricity mix as Malik stumbles away, holding his broken nose and breathing hard. "You bitch-"

Luca rips the remains of the chair and rope off. Her eyes are consumed by blue light, and her bloodied knuckles are now shielded by massive semi-transparent blue gauntlets. She crouches in a boxer's stance. "Like I said..."

Blood is smeared across her face like war paint, and she grimaces as she pulls a pin out from under her nail. "Not too tired to kick your ass."

Before he can respond, she grabs him by the lapel and hoists him into the air. The glow in her eyes fades, leaving just Luca, grinning wickedly at him as she watches him thrash.

"Smile for your fans."

She smashes his face into the table, then hits him over the head with the folding chair for good measure. The laptop drones on, somehow still recording, and she waves at whatever sick freaks are still watching. "Don't try this at home."

She drives her fist through the screen before dematerializing her gauntlets. She takes a look around at the trashed basement, then at her hands, then at Malik.

I think it's time to get out of here.

She makes sure to step on him on her way out.

[tcmpcral]

Oh? who's Xing?

“A very precocious nine-year-old who lives in the room in the middle of the hall with her mother. She often does her homework in the kitchen since there’s more room there.”

[smolla-than-a-bug]

Helloo, i was wondering if you accept angst, if so can i request for adult mikey who loses his s/o in his arms? His s/o was his best emotional support, always there for him through thick and thin etc. Also she always called him manjiro instead of mikey

alone again

sano manjiro/mikey x reader

[ navi | tokrev m.list | request rules ]

content — gn!reader, contains manga spoilers! like around ch117-118, angst, manila mikey, murder, blood, maj character death

notes — 1.3k+ wc. this was just supposed to be a drabble but ig i couldnt be held back 😭 i hope this was okay, anon!!

Looking back on it now, if you had to pinpoint the exact moment you think he had changed, you’d suspect it was when Shinichiro died. Mikey became unpredictable, most of the time. Sure, he appeared to be the same hyperactive kid he had always been, but if you looked closer, you’d notice that there was no life in his eyes.

You wonder how you didn’t see it when it was literally right in front of you. You wonder if maybe things could have been different, if only you’d noticed. You’d give up anything to be able to go back in time to be there for him, to be a more solid figure for him to lean on—all for your Manjiro. But unfortunately, you don’t have the power to travel through time despite how much you beg to be heard by an entity that seems to be deaf. Because you did nothing back then, you’re forced to do nothing now. Nothing you can say or do will bring back the Mikey you once knew. He’s far too gone now.

The forgotten basketball court seemed colder, much scarier than anything you’d seen in movies. It wasn’t that it was visibly ominous, dire, or filthy. Perhaps it was the ordinariness that made it so.

It seemed like any other day. The sunlight bounced off of the concrete, illuminating the signs and graffiti that littered the place. Other days, you’d be fascinated by at art that surrounded you, but as of this moment, it felt like they were mocking you. The colors, faces, and bolded letters seemed to be peeling off of the floor, the walls, and the chipped wood. It felt as though they were coming to life, ridiculing you for being so stupid to set foot on the empty court thinking that it was just gonna be like any other day.

But what is any other day anymore? Did you think it was like when you were kids? Carefree and oblivious? News flash! It’s been years—a good twelve years had passed and nothing is the way it had once been.

“Stop it, Mikey.” His right-hand man had been the one to step in. The Boss may have been appalled at his attempt to challenge him and anyone would have run for the hills before even thinking of it, but it had to be done. Though their words weren’t directed at you, you had felt a big slap on your face, stomach dropping more feet than you could stand, when Mitsuya had taken Draken’s side, kneeling down and bowing before Mikey. “You chose the path of violence. From now on, Mitsuya and I put our lives in your hands. It’s our choice.”

You tried to step in then, to tell them it didn’t need to be like that. This was wrong! What were they thinking? But before you even had a chance to speak, Mikey was already glaring at you, challenging you to try anything.

You had been there since the beginning. You basically grew up together. In truth, Mikey had never been the easiest person to love. When you were younger, at times it felt like you were taking care of a toddler. As you grew up together, there were certain complexities in his personality that would develop and that you would have to take the time to dissect in order to understand him all over again—this was something you attempted once again, here in the now, but for the first time in your life, nothing was making sense.

You didn’t know who this person was in front of you.

“Takemichi is our leader. I don’t want him to end up like us.”

A beat. “Very well,” had been the last words you heard before two gunshots pierced through the cold atmosphere. The ringing in your ears made you oblivious to the fact that you were screaming. Were you screaming because two bodies had fallen in thumps, pools of blood staining the concrete? Or were you screaming because even with the two lifeless bodies on the ground, the man standing before you seemed nowhere near affected by the fact that he just murdered his two close friends? Either way, you didn’t know, and your throat was getting sore from the screaming, the crying, the agony. Yet Mikey had been eerily calm through it all.

“You were supposed to stop me.”

He watched you dry-heaving through sobs, blinking emotionlessly as he waited for you to stop. When you didn’t, he walked over to your hunched form, bruising your knees as you knelt on the ground before your friends’ bodies.

He leaned down to meet you at your eye level, tenderly cupping your face with the hand that wasn’t holding his gun. “You were supposed to keep me in check, like how you always do…” his words drifted into the wind. He seemed to be lost in thought, recalling past memories of your time as a young couple. How naïve you both had been to take your youth for granted. “Y/N. Are you gonna leave me too?”

For a split second, he looked exactly like he did all those years ago when he would seek you for comfort. Meek and fragile, wanting nothing more than to be concealed from the world from between your arms. Except this time, the gun in his hand, the lifelessness in his eyes, and the bodies on the ground made the scene much more sinister. Mikey’s words sounded more like a threat than a question, and he already seemed to have settled on an answer himself.

“Manjiro, what the hell are you on about?” You hiccuped, wiping your snot on the back of your hand. “Actually, forget it. We can fix this. We can— We can forget about all of this. I’ll help you, I—”

He seemed to be void of emotion even when he smiled. It’s one you haven’t seen since your middle school years, but one you wish you never had to see in a situation like this one. He’s settled things by himself. He’s decided his fate.

“…Manjiro?” You tense up as his hand never leaves your cheek. The icy barrel of his weapon is what he uses to brush your hair away from your sweaty forehead. Then he points it directly at you.

“You won’t feel a thing, my love.”

You sob. “Manjiro, wai—“ Bang.

Mikey wants to feel something so bad as he catches your lifeless form in his arms. The ringing in his ears is almost painful. His stare burns the bloody hole in your head, yet he feels almost nothing. Almost.

There’s a subtle pinch in the back of his throat, and his chest feels entirely hollow. He allows the tears to run freely as he uses his shaking hands to brush back your hair again, now matted with blood, before cradling you close to his chest, right above where his heartbeat is. You’re so cold, so heavy in his arms.

He wants to say I’m sorry but the words won’t leave his throat. It feels clogged and the sorrow chokes him all the more.

He convinces himself that he can’t be helped. He’s way past saving. There’s nothing you could have done to save him. It was merely out of his own selfishness that he had kept you close, so he holds onto you for as long as he can. He clutches onto your body. He needs you close. Ironically, his own life depends on it.

He’s already resigned to his future. He would meet with Takemichi, and his last favor would be his own death. All his life, he has suffered, and had he let you live, he would have only passed his own sufferings to you.

He tells himself it was for your own good. He’ll meet you again in the afterlife, where he hopes you can both restart your lives together. Where suffering doesn’t exist and he can give you the life you deserve.

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tokyo revengers taglist (open!) — @victoirey

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

drunk jonas feels like it could so ever so effortlessly teeter totter into whiny, needy, touch-starved and possibly nsfw jonas and that’s so ok with me

"One more."

"No."

"Yes."

"No. You've had enough."

Actually, Jonas had only two and half glasses of whiskey, which was hardly worthy of a buzz to Malik's tolerance. The heir, on the other hand, was plastered by his second drink and begging for a third, as if he was looking to blackout with his captor. Not a very smart move on his part, but one Malik was curious enough to see how that might play out.

Jonas pouted, hooded eyes making his expression more childish than intended. His hands messily pawed at Malik's chest in an attempt to climb across him to the tantalizing bottle of booze being held at bay, but he hadn't the coordination to even begin scaling the other man. Never mind the fact he was immediately distracted by the firmness of Malik's biceps that could be felt under the sweater sleeves. Touching turned to groping, marveling at the physical features he was dying to get a closer look at without all this burdensome clothing in the way.

The bottle was set down so Malik could untangle the boy's arms from himself, only causing the wobbly Belmont to slip and crash into an awkward hold. He seemed quite please with this new change in position, now encased in those wonderful strong arms and half a foot closer to the liquor.

"Jus' a li'l sip," Jonas slurred, fluttering his lashes up at a man who had slaughtered dozens of people for the fun of it.

Malik huffed. "You wanna taste, huh?"

Jonas nodded unevenly.

Rather than hand the bottle back to the younger one to be greedily chugged, Malik grabbed the whiskey to take a sip of his own. Jonas was already protesting that the glass neck wasn't being shoved in his mouth instead, but he'd be soothed in a second. A hand reached up to grab Jonas's face, fingers digging into the flushed cheeks to force his lips into an opening. His drunken mind couldn't be bothered to keep up with the chain of events when the killer slotted their mouths together in a sloppy kiss. Burning alcohol was spat over one tongue to another, running down Jonas's throat with a surprise pain.

He sputtered as he accidentally inhaled the bitter drink, whiskey dripping down his chin from where it spilled between their lips. As soon as the shot had been orally swapped, Malik released Jonas to choke on his requested liquor. It took a moment for him to catch his breath when he was done clearing his lungs, yet the brief asphyxia didn't phase him.

Glassy, green eyes looked up at Malik with a dopey smile, alcohol still dribbling from the corners of his lips.

"Again."

[bucketofcowboys]

Santa-Maj Is Coming To Town

Cute Christmas fluff drabble I made randomly in the early hours of the morning (as one does). Hope you enjoy!

Relationships: Kiryu Kazuma/Majima Goro, Kiryu Kazuma & Sawamura Haruka, Majima Goro & Sawamura Haruka Words: 3,995 Warnings: No warnings! Just severe fluff and Nishida abuse AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28413567

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"Ojisan, did you know that a polar bear's fur is see through?" Haruka spoke up, finally tilting her head up and away from the newest puddle she had decided to attack. She decided to entertain herself as they walked back to their apartment by dipping her toes in every puddle they walked by to see how much water she can kick up without making a complete mess. 

At this point, her new winter boots were sure to be soiled in, but she made sure not a single drop got on the rest of her new outerwear. She cherished the winter jacket Kiryu had bought her as soon as the cold began to hit Kamurocho. It was perfectly puffy and warm with a nice pastel pink color to it, and around the hood was faux fur that would tickle her cheeks every time she huddled up when a cold breeze blew by. 

"No, I didn't know that." Kiryu hummed in response. He held her hand and their connected arms swayed as they strolled down the street. As they approached a rather large puddle in the middle of the street, he gently tugged her in front of him to balance on the narrow dry patch of land around it. 

It had snowed the previous few days, which was quite rare with the usual winter temperatures of the city. Christmas Eve of course was the day that the temperature decided to heat up once again, leaving large puddles of melted snow scattering each street corner. Kiryu would have preferred a white Christmas for his first holiday celebration with Haruka, but she seemed to be just as happy with soggy socks.

"Did you know that penguins have to hold their eggs between their legs to keep them from touching the ice and freezing?" Haruka had been spouting interesting animal facts the whole way home. Kiryu didn't mind though. If there was ever a trivia night on random animal facts he would rest assured that he would win.

"I didn't know that either." Another big puddle. He pulled her in front of him again, holding her hand above her head like he was twirling a ballerina.

"Do you know any cool animal facts Ojisan?" Haruka tilted her head back to look up at him. He hummed for a moment. He never was too interested in facts-- and he never paid attention in school, so he wracked his brain for anything he could scramble up. 

"Uhh... did you know that..." he looked up at the dimmed night sky and watched as his breath steamed in the air for a moment as he thought, "Did you know that an octopus has three hearts?" He finally offered. She gave him a surprised look.

"Really?" She asked.

"I heard about it somewhere. I don't know how true it is." He shrugged and scratched the side of his chin. 

After a couple more minutes of leisurely strolling through late night Kamurocho, avoiding puddles and exchanging animal facts (though Haruka said most of them), their temporary, dingy apartment had finally come into view. As they approached the back alley, leading to the door another large puddle came into view, this time with no dry spots to go around on. Kiryu pulled Haruka in front of him, but this time he let go of her hand and grabbed her from under her arms. He safely picked her up and placed her at the other side of the puddle without ruining her boots and with a few giggles to go along with it. He just stepped over it semi-clumsily. 

Once they were in the alleyway, something felt wrong though. He paused for a moment before moving towards the back of the building with Haruka. He couldn't understand why, but the underlying feeling of wrong itched at the back of his mind and brought goosebumps up to his skin. It was a familiar feeling at this point. By why would he be here on Christmas Eve--

"Ho ho ho!!" Kiryu tensed up at the sudden vocal intrusion of his alone time with Haruka. It seemed like the person speaking was trying to make their voice sound deeper than it is, but eventually settling on shrilling out their failed impression of Santa. Both Haruka and him turned. Kiryu wasn't even sure how he could still be surprised by the man anymore.

Behind him, standing in the puddle he and Haruka had just hurtled over, was Majima, dressed up in an ill-fitting dollar store Santa costume that sagged way too much around the belly area, included with a scratchy looking synthetic white beard and a stained Santa hat that looked like it had seen better days. His eyepatch also seemed to have been customized to have a snowflake design on it, but upon further inspection, it was clear to see that he had just hot glued a snowflake decoration to his usual eyepatch.

"Majima no-nii san--" Kiryu started, But Majima quickly interjected.

"Ah ah ah!! Not Majima," He scolded, "Santa Majima." He quickly corrected, gesturing towards his outfit. 

"Santa Majima," Kiryu corrected, not liking the feel of that name on his tongue, but it earned him a pleased smile from the man in front of him, "What are you doing here?"

"Me? Oh, I just came to wish the lil' tyke merry Christmas." He kneeled down and smiled over at Haruka. Ever since Majima kidnapped her all that time ago, she had been a bit wary of the man. But after the shift of Majima hanging out around Kiryu more often without looking for a fight, she had grown much more used to him. Kiryu would even say that she liked him. "Merry Christmas Haru-Chan!" 

"Merry Christmas Majima-Ojisan." She giggled from Kiryu’s side. Santa Mahima frowned.

"No, not Majima. Santa Majima!" He corrected with a pointed stroke of the synthetic beard. Kiryu flinched at the prospect of how much it must itch. 

"Majima-Ojisan I know that's you--" 

"Haw? Who's Majima? Wait are ya talking about that Majima? Goro Majima? That one-eyed freak is at the top of the naughty list ya'know!" Kiryu tsked at the loving nickname he gave himself, "You shouldn't fraternize with people on the naughty list Haru-Chan. It can ruin yer rep."

"Majima-Ojisan isn't on the naughty list! No way!" She quickly defended.

"I dunno kid-- the stuff he does seems like naughty list material to me." Haruka quickly shook her head.

"No! He may act all tough and fight a lot, but he's a super sweet person when you get to know him!" Haruka said with such confidence that it was almost as if she wasn't talking to the person she was talking about. Kiryu had to hold back a smile at that, and when he looked back at Santa Majima he could see a wobbly smile past that gross beard. 

"Aw Haru-Chan... yer gonna make me cry." He stepped towards them, kneeling in front of her and bringing a hand up to ruffle her hair a bit. "You wouldn't wanna make me cry now would ya?" He pouted out his lip and looked up at her with feigned sad eyes. She giggled and shook her head. A smile returned to his face as quickly as it left. 

"Good!" He stood up quick enough to give himself whiplash and turned towards the mouth of the alleyway, "Ey Twinkletoes! We have a gal on the nice list that's waiting patiently for her Christmas gifts! Will ya hurry it up!" 

Upon Majima's request, a man dressed in a stereotypical elf costume, that looked suspiciously like Nishida, came scrambling into the back alleyway. He was holding way too many stuffed dolls for one man to carry all alone. Most of them looked like prizes from the UFO catcher at the arcade. Each stuffed doll had a little bow wrapped around some part of its body in an attempt to put some sort of wrapping on them. The stack had every color and size variety of every doll you could win.

 Kiryu distantly wondered if Majima had won all of these by himself or if he had found out where to buy all of them. Kiryu couldn't imagine Majima spending his day mowing down cash on a UFO catcher in the arcade, but then again it was also very believable. The man was unpredictable

Kiryu glanced over at Haruka. Her face was covered in shock and she had that wonderful childlike wonderstruck look in her eyes at the pile of toys held in poor elf-Nishida's arms. Even if Kiryu had to deal with Majima's antics, that look on her face was worth it. 

"All of those are for me Majima-Ojisan?" She seemed to be stuck in a permanent gasp. Majima didn't correct her this time. He only nodded.

"Of course. You were a really good gal this year, and good gals get good toys." He explained as if it was obvious. She smiled so brightly, Kiryu was sure he could see Majima's heart melting into a puddle on the pavement.

"Anaki..." Nishida piped up as he struggled to balance the weight of all of the stuffed toys in his arms. 

"I'll grab some--" Kiryu offered, taking a step forward to grab some of the dolls, but was quickly interrupted by a sharp interjection from Majima.

"Kiryu-Chan, only elves can touch the presents." His tone was teasing, but his face was darkened and serious. Kiryu backed off and Nishida continued to struggle. "If you drop a single one of princes Haruka's presents Nishida, I swear ta God--"

"Why don't you come inside?" Kiryu quickly interrupted before Majima started slinging threats. Nishida quickly nodded.

Their gangly group made their way up the stairs and to the door of their apartment, and Kiryu quickly fished out his keys from the pocket of his jacket. Once produced he wasted no time opening the door wide for everyone to start filing in. Nishida looked like his arms were about to give out at any moment. Eventually, all four of them squeezed into the apartment's tiny half living room-half kitchen set up, and Nishida quickly got to work putting the dolls under the small Christmas tree set up they had going.

Haruka took off her jacket and handed it to Kiryu, who moved by habit and put her jacket on the coat rack near the door. He then kneeled down to her height and quickly unzipped her boots, helping her take off the soaked shoes one at a time. Majima, not wanting to just hang in the doorway and stare as they did their routine, quickly toed off his shoes and went to help Nishida with the presents. He helped the only way he could-- by barking orders as to how Nishida was meant to perfectly place each and every doll under the tree. 

The tree wasn't the biggest, only standing about four and a half feet tall, and some of the synthetic branches seemed to be missing judging by the gaps in the tree's formation. It was heavily decorated to compensate for it. Two different kinds of strings of lights were wrapped around the outer layer of branches, one in a usual rainbow tint and the other in white color. 

The ornaments that hung from the tree all seemed to be homemade. A lot of them made with varying colors of popsicle sticks hot glued together to make certain shapes. One a reindeer made from a formation of brown popsicle sticks and googly eyes, another a Christmas tree made from green sticks and little beads as ornaments. The only ornaments on the tree that weren't homemade were two Bun-chan decorations made from cheap plastic that seemed like a limited edition prize from the arcade. One was in the pink variety and the other in the yellow. 

The look of it was so sickeningly domestic in Majima's opinion. He could imagine Kiryu bringing home an old battered Christmas tree he found on the street, then he and Haruka making do with what they have and turning it into their own. It brought a smile to his face.

"Put that one there, Twinkletoes. Hey!! Don't you fuckin' dare knock over that ornament that princess Haruka took so much time to make!" Majima growled, kneeling down to adjust a popsicle stick figure of Kiryu that Nishida had bumped into, complete with his signature outfit and a frown drawn on in sharpie.

"Majima no nii-san," Majima shot Kiryu a look over his shoulder when he was called the wrong name, but let him continue, "Would you and-- uh... your elf want some shortcake? I think there's enough for all four of us." He bought a small cake for Christmas this year since he expected it to just be him and Haruka. He neglected to remember that he had another person intruding in on his life nowadays. 

"Sounds good Kiryu-Chan." Majima grinned. Nishida seemed to perk up at the invitation for cake, which made Majima quickly turn towards him and continue snapping orders.

Kiryu stepped into the kitchen half of the room and went to the fridge in search of the Christmas Cake. While he did that, Haruka made herself useful and began to sift through the rack of dining wear that sat on the kitchen countertop, pulling out four small plates and forks, as well as a knife to cut the cake with. 

After a few moments of Kiryu cutting up the cake and Haruka carefully placing each piece on their own respective plate, they walked back over to the other half of the room balancing two plates in hand. Haruka made her way over to Nishida first and handed him his slice. Majima pouted out of view. 

"Thank you, Nishida." She whispered over to him as she handed him his slice. If she spoke too loud and Majima heard, she was sure Nishida would receive worse than a threat. He gave a curt nod and a small smile before taking his cake from her. She then turned to Majima and handed him his own.

"Aw thank ya, Haru-Chan. This is why you're on the nice list." He cooed, one hand balancing the plate with almost masterful precision while the other reached over to pat her head. 

Kiryu placed Haruka and his own slices on the kotatsu that sat largely in the middle of the room, allowing them the opportunity to warm their cold feet after dipping their toes in freezing puddles the whole evening. The four of them sat together, eating their cake in comfortable silence. 

"Santa Majima, you want to know what me and Ojisan were talking about on our way home?" Haruka perked up, licking the remnants of vanilla frosting from her fork. 

"Sure." Majima shrugged.

"We were talking about animal facts."

"Animal facts huh?"

"Yeah, but like weird ones. Did you know that an octopus has three hearts?" Haruka parroted what Kiryu had said earlier. Majima's face shifted into exaggerated surprise.

"Really?" His Kansai accent shone through as his voice pitched up, "I had no idea. What do ya think they need that many hearts for?" Haruka paused at the question, actually taking a moment to think about it.

"Maybe they need one to stay alive, and then the other two contain all their love." Majima laughed at that. 

"That’s a lot of love to hold on to. What do you think they love so much that they'd need so many hearts?" Again, she paused, taking the opportunity to take a bite of her cake as she pondered. 

"Maybe for their families? Or maybe even a lover? Do octopus have lovers?" 

"I'm sure they do. It would be sad if they had all those hearts to store their love and they didn't have anyone to share it with." Kiryu’s pretty sure his teeth were rotting with how sweet this conversation was... or maybe it was the cake. He didn't miss Majima's subtle glances over at him during this conversation. He was sure the other man was purposefully seeking out a flush from him, and he was succeeding. 

"True. If I had all those hearts filled with love, I would want to share it with Ojisan!" Scratch that, both of them were tyrants attempting to ruin his reputation. Majima looked over at Kiryu, holding his face in his hand as he leaned over on it.

"I'd want to share it with your Ojisan if I had those hearts too." God. Damn. Tyrants.

Kiryu cleared his throat when the heat over his cheeks became too unbearable for him to just sit there any longer. He ate the last bite of his cake and stood from his spot under the kotatsu. He did not miss the heat on his legs as much as he originally thought he would. At the moment he just wanted to cool down. 

Haruka rushed and shoved the last few pieces of her cake into her mouth, earning her a quiet scold from Kiryu before he took her fork and plate. He then proceeded to take Majima and Nishida’s as well. He noticed that Nishida’s had been licked clean.

He quickly took their dishes and washed them off before returning to the other half of the living room. He noticed that Nishida seemed to be missing now, probably leaving by Majima's order. Majima now sat lounging under kotatsu across from Haruka, the two of them continuing to talk about octopus-- Majima beginning to go on a rant about the environment and octopus populations. 

Haruka stayed as interested in the conversation as she could, but after a while, she let out a yawn and realized that it had gotten much harder to leave her eyes open. That's when Kiryu glanced up at the clock on the far wall of the room and realized that it was already 11:30. 

"Haruka," He called, getting her and Majima's attention. Majima seemed huffy that his rant had been interrupted. "Don't you think you should head to bed? I know hanging out with Santa Majima is fun, but you don't want Mr.Santa to not come because you're up too late." Her eyes widened when he spoke as if she had forgotten that Santa was something she had to worry about entirely.

"Right!" She quickly scrambled up from the kotatsu, rubbing her eyes tiredly as she did. She paused for a moment before she went to get ready for bed. "Can I bring a doll to bed?" She pointed towards the pile of dolls beneath the tree. 

"Of course." Kiryu stepped over to the tree and kneeled down beside it. He shifted through the dolls before settling on grabbing a stray Woo-Kun. He held it up. "How about this one?" She nodded and took the doll from his hands, squeezing it close in a hug.

"Why don't you say thank you to Santa Majima before you get ready for bed?" He added.

"Santa Majima-Ojisan, thank you so much for the gifts!" She exclaimed, turning to him. She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around him in a warm embrace. Majima tensed for a moment, not exactly expecting the affection. But, he quickly melted into it and hugged her back twice as tight.

"No problem princess Haruka-chan! I always go above and beyond for gals on the nice list." He hummed, ruffling up her hair a bit when they pulled apart. She gave him one last smile before turning and walking towards the door to her small room. Then it was just Majima and Kiryu.

"Where'd you get all of these?" Kiryu asked, squeezing at a particularly puffed up pink bun-chan.

"Earned them all with hard work and dedication! You'd be amazed at what I can do with a whole day and a shit ton of cash." Kiryu hummed.

"You didn't just mug a particularly lucky kid at the arcade?" He mused, crawling over on the floor to sit next to Majima. Majima placed a hand on his chest as if he was offended.

"How dare you accuse me of theft Kiryu-Chan! I earned every doll honestly I promise." He looked over at him and produced pinky between them, "Pinky promise." Kiryu rolled his eyes at the childish gesture. He hooked their pinkies together anyway, and with the new leverage, he pulled the other man closer. He went to lean in for a kiss but then paused when the synthetic beard tickled at his chin. He huffed and brought his other hand up to tug the gross costume piece beneath his chin before he collided their lips together in a swift kiss.

"Aren't you slick?" Majima hummed when they pulled apart, his hand pulling away to instead wrap his arms around Kiryu's neck. 

"How do you wear that thing, it has to be itchy as hell." He gestured to the beard. Majima shrugged.

"Ya get used to it after a while. But I have a whole new appreciation for people that dress up as the big man." He sighed, ripping the garment off now that he didn't need it anymore... especially since it got in the way of his Kiryu kisses. He tugged Kiryu forward by the back of his neck and connected them in a kiss once more, this one lasting longer than the last. Kiryu wrapped his arms around the older man's waist and pulled him close. 

"You know, she loves it when you hang out with her, Goro." Kiryu pulled away slightly to comment against his lips. A shiver ran down Majima's spine at the use of his first name. He ran his fingers through Kiryu’s hair and gently massaged the scalp, earning him a pleased hum in response.

"I know." He paused for a moment before sheepishly adding, "I'm glad." Kiryu smiled, connecting their lips once more. But soon their kissing session was interrupted by Haruka loudly clearing her throat.

"M' ready to go to bed Ojisan!" She called from her door frame, clutching the Woo-Kun doll so tightly to her side he looked like he could suffocate. She wore her new pajamas that were covered in tiny reindeer and carefully wrapped presents, and she rubbed her tired eyes before turning and walking back into the confines of her room. Kiryu turned to Majima once again, pressing their foreheads together for a moment and pressing one last short kiss on his lips before pulling away and standing up.

"I'll put her to bed and then I'll be back." He offered when Majima gave him a childish pout at his absence. "Maybe then Santa Majima can help Mr.Santa set up the presents, and then we can have some alone time." He said much quieter, making sure Haruka couldn't hear him. 

"I like the sound of that." Majima leaned back and smirked up at the younger man, earning him an eye roll before he turned and headed towards Haruka's room.

As Majima sat there, toes being warmed by the kotatsu, Christmas lights reflecting on the ceiling above him, and the distant sound of Kiryu’s deep rumbling voice telling Haruka of all the wonders Mr.Santa was doing this Christmas night, he let out a small sigh at how domestic it all felt. It was sickeningly sweet, and yet he couldn't help but love it-- if he was allowed again, he would want to do this every year. The mental image of spending Christmas with Kiryu and Haruka, eating Christmas cake, and talking about octopi, all sounded delightful to him.

His train of thought was interrupted when Kiryu tip-toed out of Haruka's room, carefully closing the door behind him slow enough for it to not creak. Kiryu returned back to his side in a moment, pressing a kiss to his cheek and running his hand in the shaven undercut of his hair.

"Help me with the gifts will you?" He requested with a whisper. Majima nodded, and at that moment he realized this was going to be a long night. He wouldn't have it any other way.

[mxstyassasxin]

Day 24 - Drarry for my birthday

This turned out a bit angsty-er than I though I’d do for my actual birthday drabble, but it’s what came to me. Harry runs after falling into Malfoy’s bed one night after the war, finding solace in the forests of Washington. Soon though, the wild winter begins to remind him of what, and who, he ran from. Inspired by Lizzo’s Cuz I Love You and also available on AO3 and FFN. 

Cuz I Love You

After the war, Harry fell. He fell hard.

It had started out okay, despite spending the summer grieving for those he had lost. He held the Weasleys together and they did the same for him in turn. But, when Hermione and Ginny went back to Hogwarts, and Neville and Ron began their training with the Aurors, it was as if life went back to normal for them. Life carried on.

Harry fell when he realised that he had no one else left to fall for. He had already fallen for them all, back at Hogwarts in the forbidden forest. They didn’t need him anymore.

So, he fell for himself.

He fell into silence, shutting everyone out.

He fell into the drink, the pounding, throbbing music of the clubs.

And then he fell into the arms of his childhood nemesis, the two of them struggling to cope with the surprising loneliness of a post-war wizarding Britain.

It wasn’t until he fell into bed with him though, that Harry ran.

He fled to America. The first time he’d ever left Britain, and it was on a frantic whim to the first place he could think of.

He didn’t pack, he didn’t tell anyone. Just disappeared from Malfoy’s bed the morning after and got the first portkey to the States.

The Magical Transport Department of MACUSA were extremely helpful in suggesting somewhere quiet for him to spend a few months, to recuperate from the war, handing him a two-way portkey to Washington – the State that is.

He found the No-Maj who owned a derelict building on a large piece of land and paid to take it off his hands there and then. The western boundary was made up of the edge of a cliff that fell away into the rolling waves of the Pacific Ocean. Spruce, pine and fir trees covered the rest of the land, sheltering his new lodgings from the wild, winter weather.

It was quiet. The wind and the rain through the trees reminding him of the better times he had in Scotland. The sun, when it filtered through the clouds, brought memories of Hermione and Ron laughing as they sat on the banks of the lake.

Eventually though, the clouds and the storms and the swirling sea reminded Harry of other things.

An intense, icy stare that was as far from cold as it was possible to get. That burned through him, filling him with want and pain and regret. The grey-blue sheets that had held comfort and release, talks of pasts forgiven, wrongs undone.

The turbulent waves that rolled - horses, Malfoy had once called them as they sat in a lonely little café near Aberystwyth – reminded him of the patronus he hadn’t been able to cast since the Battle, since he died. The stag that had abandoned him, taking with it the last tangible connection to his parents.

But the waves also morphed as he watched them, twisting into the powerful muscle and dangerous stripes he had seen in the tiger that had prowled around his living room, ensuring he made it home from the club. He chuckled, remembering the scare he’d had the first time, so far gone on the drink and opening the door to see the massive silvery creature pacing the room. Malfoy’s voice from the tiger had shocked him enough into taking a sobering potion. He didn’t know when Malfoy had learnt the patronus charm, nor why his was a tiger, but Harry had seen it every night that he’d left Malfoy a bit worse for wear after their conversations over a bottle of firewhisky.

The evergreen of the trees surrounding the house began to remind Harry of the green walls of the Manor’s study. Walls that had been witness to tales of the muggle world, of pureblood politics, of family who meant well and family who didn’t. Memories of friends who had been lost were spilled before those walls, as were the tears for them. Two boys, forced to grow up far too fast, their worlds brimming with fire and pain, rage and torment. An understanding forming between them.

And then to something more. A bond forming from that understanding, pulling them closer, entwining themselves in each other as they had always done, but in healing rather than anger.

Harry had fallen alright.

He’d ran thinking it was a mistake, but it was this that was the mistake. Running an ocean and a continent away from that comfort, that understanding. Being far from Malfoy, far from Draco. He was lost.

He could see those grey eyes in everything now, his anchor, the lifeline that had held him down on earth, refusing to be severed by distance, strengthened by care and trust and love.

Love.

Harry’s life had always come down to that. First Lily’s, then Narcissa’s, and now, surprisingly, his own for Draco and Draco’s for him.

Harry smiled at the realisation, hope and love and excitement building in his chest. He had seen it in Draco, the touches, the smiles, the words he used. The way he’d curled his lithe frame around Harry the night Harry ran. The way he said Harry’s name, softly, murmured in peaceful sleep against Harry’s jaw.

The rising happiness grew too much, filling him to bursting, silver sparks flying from the end of his wand as his magic sang. The colour familiar in the darkness, a colour of hope and love and life and family.

He raised his wand into the air and, for the first time, in a long time, shouted the words Expecto Patronum, grinning wildly as a form took shape in front of him. Four thick, powerful legs. Paws the size of dinner plates, sleek fur shining, fur that he knew would be jet black if he could see it. A lonesome creature, powerful and unique. Different enough to Draco’s tiger to be his own, to be Harry, but the link was clear.

Harry shouted his jubilation and the silver panther curled around him, sharing in his joy. He wished he could stroke the fur that looked so soft as he apologised to it for sending it so far on its first journey. It would be going to Wiltshire. Informing Draco that he was coming home. That he was sorry.

The first portkey pulled him from the lodge to New York, the second to the Ministry in London after an anxious seven-hour wait. Finally, he was twisting away to the Manor gates, willing them to open for him.

They did and, running down the drive towards him, barefoot of all things, was Draco. Draco, who flung his arms around Harrys neck before pulling back to check Harry over, throwing punches at his chest when he realised that Harry was fine.

“You prat! You absolute wanker!”

“Hello, Draco.”

“No. You, you don’t get to call me that. You left. Just went and bloody disappeared.”

Harry caught the fists that were still pummelling his chest, holding them tightly in his own, staring into those icy eyes that held so much fire.

“I know. I’m sorry I panicked. Truly, Draco.”

He could see Draco searching the depths of his eyes and whatever he sought, he must have found it because he visibly relaxed and Harry pulled him into a tight hug.

“Did you see my patronus?”

“That thing scared the living daylights out of me,” Draco muttered into Harry’s chest.

“Well, so did yours that first time.”

He heard a short huff from the man wrapped in his arms and they fell into comfortable silence for a minute before Draco spoke again.

“When did it change?”

Harry let Draco out of his arms and began moving towards the imposing building ahead of him, turning to walk backwards when he was a few paces away from the other man, a grin on his face.

“When I realised I love you.”

[trippygalaxy]

Ehheheh!!! I may be a heartless black hole but im YOUR heartless black whole, righttttt maj?? :3☺️😊

And ooooo!! Mask drabble sounds cute!!

I can send you some fluffyyyy stuff if you want :3 give mama dawn some much need fluff in her live <3

*slowly pokes my head in*

Heyyyyy majjjj, just woke up from a nappppp….

Saw your response to the little thingy i wrote 😊 how you doinggg?? /lh

:3

writing a drabble (🤨) about mask so i can get rid of the absolute ANGST and LIES you sent me earlier

you broke my heart you heartless black hole </3

[achaoticeternal]

Oxygen [Newt Scamander X Reader]

PART TWO??? MESSAGE ME IF I SHOULD DO A PART 2

Word count: no idea probably 900+

A/N: so i wrote this in one sitting and just was really happy with it, should i make a part two? 

warning: ANGST ANGST ANGST SOMEWHAT BASED OF MYSELF AND AN EMOTIONAL DISORDER I HAVE

not requested

not my gifs

She's got her own trajectory She leaves my heart 11 degrees 

You never thought of yourself as one to fall in love and get married. You just thought you would mess around and live life to the fullest. You made this clear to anyone you’ve ever come across, including your best friend, Newt Scamander. 

The both of you first met at Hogwarts but didn’t become close until he had been expelled. It was a dark time but that adds a reason to Newt’s list of how much he loved you. 

The only problem was how you refused to go after love. And deep down, it hurt him. 

 It's like she puts love to the back of her mind ;Then rips it out again           When she's back at mine

Now, Newt had an assignment from the Ministry to travel to world and take notes on magical creatures in order to help his fellow wizards understand these creatures. At first, you were to take no part in his project; but after a fiasco in Eygpt, the Ministry sent you to keep an eye on your beloved friend.

Everyday, you watched as he admired the various creatures that he took care for. Watching him be happy was all you could wish for. You valued Newt’s happiness more than your own because that was how you had lived your life so far.

And from the looks you gave him, any bystander would accuse you of loving the man which of course wasn’t a lie. But you’d never admit it. Not even to yourself.

She says "Oxygen's overrated I don't even need to breathe" She's got a tank full of highs and a mind that never sleeps

You sat in a chair, watching Newt as he drained the poison from his Swooping Evil pet. Out of the corner of your ee, you sensed movement yet all it was,was that stupid photograph of Leta he kept around. It sickened you, mostly because all the harm she caused your dear friend,

But why do you have the right to be jealous? That picture of Leta probably made him smile still. And that’s all you wanted, was for him to stay smiling.

I loved you then I love you now So make me laugh For an hour 

Then one day, everything just - clicked.

You realized that you truly felt affectionate and loving towards your best friend, Newt Scamander, and would keep him happy at any cost.

And just as he started to realize his feelings for you, the two of you arrived in New York, and met Tina Goldstein.

Then rip me off High as a cloud And leave that taste In my mouth

Life seemed to come crashing down. Tina made Newt... happy. And in that span of about 48 hours, everything changed. 

You could see the looks he gave her which she would secretly return. And it hurt, it hurt so badly to the point where you wanted to bust out crying. OF course, Newt wasn’t your soul mate. you weren’t meant to fall in love.

So if Newt could be happy with out you, maybe it was time to move on.

 She says "Oxygen's overrated I don't even need to breathe" She's got a tank full of highs And a mind that never sleeps 

Once you arrived back in England you planned on giving Newt a hefty amount of money and to try and convince your boss to give Newt a job where he could visit New York. It would make him happy, and if he was happy, you were happy.

But Queenie read you without even reading your mind, and confronted you on the topic. She relayed to you how important you were to Newt and how he would constantly need you. But it didn’t help, because those words didn’t come from him and were not shown through his actions.

“I just want him to be and stay happy!”

“But at the cost of your own happiness?”

based off the song Oxygen by CAtfish and The Bottlemen

PLEASE INBOX/ MESSAGE ME IF I SHOULD DO A PART 2