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bunny-rambles · 3 years ago

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Cats or dogs?

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notes: hello, bunny here !! this is just a small filler post until I get some motivation to properly write. now, these are just my interpretations of some of these characters, if you disagree then that’s completely fine, this is all for fun hehe,,, with that being said, I hope you enjoy !!

cw/tw: none, just pure fluff

tags mwah @bumbleklee

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Cats;

Albedo

Although Albedo is attentive, caring and can handle a bouncing bundle of joy (as proven with Klee), he simply just doesn’t have the time.

He’s a very busy person, and would likely forget to do the basics a dog would need. His pet needs to be at least somewhat independent, and since dogs are so dependent on walks and quality time that he can’t give, dogs are a no for now. Maybe once he retires, though, but that’ll be a while.

I can imagine him not even wanting a pet to begin with, but if he so happens to find a shivering ball of fur up in the mountains of Dragonspine, you can bet he’s taking it in. He’s not cruel enough to leave them on their own. But now it’s attached to him, and they haven’t exactly been troublesome to have around… There’s no harm in keeping it, right?

If Albedo needs some downtime, he’d go to his cat for some well needed affection. He loves to hear his kitty purr when he scratches behind their ears just right, and especially loves it when their little head butts against his own.

Don’t be surprised if there’s a few dozen sketchbooks filled with drawings of his cat. He finds enjoyment in sketching all the new strange poses his precious little fur ball manages to get themselves into.

He spoils them, but he does it unknowingly. They’re hungry? He makes a five star meal for them. Oh, they’re bored? He’d take a break just to play with them? They’re tired? They have their own bed filled with pillows, toys and a fluffy blanket. Even though they’re just a cat, it’s his cat, his responsibility. He wants them to be as happy as they can possibly be.

Bonus, I suppose? - Albedo might accidentally create a cat while working on an experiment, and he grows incredibly attached to it. The only people who are allowed to see it are Klee and occasionally, his students, Sucrose and Timaeus if they need downtime.

Xiao

This one is not surprising in the slightest. Xiao is probably part cat himself, if we’re being honest. An independent creature, who thinks they don’t need anyone but themselves. But really, all they need is some good ol’ TLC.

Anyway, how would Xiao actually get a cat? Well, like Albedo, he had no interest owning a pet. But I like to think a little kitten just appeared one day and never left him alone. He doesn’t have the heart to shoo it away, so it just,,, stays with him.

He doesn’t know how to look after a cat. He tries his best though! He gets it fish - all different types until one finally sticks. Salmon seems to be the favourite. He has to travel half way across Liyue to get some, but he doesn’t mind. Anything for his lil meow meow <3

The only thing that can calm him down when his karmic debt gets to him is his kitten. It’s grounding, having a purring kitten rubbing up against him, blissfully unaware of what was really going on. They want affection. Hesitantly, he reaches down and scratches under their chin - the darkness in him resides for a moment.

It stays at Wangshu Inn and everyone spoils it while he’s away fighting demons. He doesn’t mind, his kitten is getting love when he can’t give any. Doesn’t stop him glaring at whoever decides to cuddle with them though. And if some foolish mortal tries to hurt them… Let’s just say he found a way to break his contract about not harming humans.

Scaramouche

Dogs are too much for him, and he probably looks down on ‘dog’ people. He’s definitely the snobby cat owner type and probably owns nothing but ‘purebreds’. (Siamese, Rag doll, etc.)

Buuutt.. There is (1) stray cat that he took in and hasn’t been able to part with. It’s a scruffy looking thing but if anyone said anything bad about them, they’re getting barbecued. Childe, looking at you-

Another one that absolutely spoils his cats. And he’s rich, so it’s ten times worse. They each have their own bedrooms and are fed the finest foods a cat can get. There’s a whole room filled with cat toys, cat climbing frames, cats beds, etc. Essentially, it’s just a room for his cats.

No one but him is allowed to touch them. You might not think it, but he cuddles with them often. While he’s reading reports, one hand is idly resting on one of his cats back, fingers gently threading through their soft fur. Another cat is curled around his shoulder, tail snugly wrapped around his neck. The others are napping on his desk.

His cats are just as antisocial as him. When one of his subordinates talk to him, they’re staring them down, glare matching their owners. But don’t look at them for too long, or Scara will get even more annoyed. And you don’t want that, do you?

The only real time you’ll ever see the harbinger show any form of happiness or content is with his beloved pets. They’re definitely his biggest soft spot.

Dogs;

Itto

This man- This man. Dog parent through and through. He probably has some sort of personal vendetta against cats after one scratched him when he tried to pet them. But dogs? Best thing on the planet to him

He’s very energetic himself so he’ll have absolutely no problem at all taking care of a dog that needs exercise, so I can see him with big dogs like Huskies, Labradors and German Shepards.

You know what? I can actually see him with a Doberman or Rottweiler!! Or even a pit bull! The ‘scarier’ looking they are to everyone else, the cuter they are in his eyes. He knows the feeling of being misunderstood just for the way you look all too well.

He has plenty of love to give and each of his dogs gets his undivided attention, 24/7. But his favourite time of the day with them is obviously playtime. He rough houses with them, plays fetch, does tricks - he never gets bored with them! Sometimes, it’s kinda obvious Itto is enjoying himself more than his dog sometimes

He probably takes in one’s in that have been abandoned and likes to think they’re a lot happier with him instead of being on the streets. He’s lost count of how many dogs he actually owns,,, All he knows is that it’s comfy being dog piled by them every night. Group snuggles <3

Childe

Another one with too much energy and also another one that probably owns big dogs - yes, he’s really busy being a harbinger, but he lets his dogs stay with his family in Snezhnaya and they’re completely spoilt by his family.

When he is home, though, he’s all over them. He has two family reunions - his actual family, and his dogs. And yes, tears were shed at both.

He definitely owns huskies, or big malamutes, and he definitely picks them up like babies and hugs them with no problem. They’re his children, no matter how big, and they’re getting cuddles with their dad.

He has all the time in the world for them when he’s home, even when he’s training. Actually, playing with his dogs usually is the training,,, His dogs have a hell of a lot of energy, so playtime lasts far longer than it actually should. He’s making challenges to himself to see how many laps he can run with them before he passes out, or how many balls he can throw before his arm starts to ache. Both he and his dogs are very satisfied with the outcome.

He never pushes them too far, though. If they’re not up for playing, or they start to look tired, he stops and has a huge cuddle session with them. He’s on the couch and his four big babies are all on top of him, keeping him warm from the harsh cold of his nation. Big dogs make the best winter blanket!

Beidou

Yes, she is always on the sea, but she found the dog while she was in Liyue. It was homeless and skinny, the poor thing barely being able to hobble over to her and lick her hand to get her attention. So, of course, she took it in.

Beidou herself reminds me of a dog - She’s friendly, full of energy to burn and great with people! So her dog would probably have the same traits. She doesn’t really care if it’s big or small, or even how it looks. As long as it’s happy with her, then that’s all that matters.

She tries her best to find land as soon as possible so her dog can get a proper work, and she knows being on a boat is not exactly the greatest thing in the world. But, it seems to not mind being out at sea. It’s just content being by her side, and getting some belly rubs. So it would probably be a dog that doesn’t need that much exercise, but I still see her with a big dog that has a fake eyepatch-

Her dog is always by her side, and when they’re on land, it helps her look for treasure! They’re always digging around in the dirt and barking when they find something. At first, Beidou worried that they had got cabin fever from being on the boat too much, but was extremely relieved to find that, no, her dog had not gone insane but had instead found something of value-

Sometimes, she does leave her dog in Liyue while she goes on extremely long voyages. It’s just not safe to bring a dog on board when she’s travelling for days on end. But don’t worry, it’s absolutely spoiled rotten by Ningguang and her assistants in the jade palace. But it’s still loyal to Beidou, no matter what, and always gives her kisses and snuggles when she comes back.

Bonus- Both;

Thoma

Bet you thought he was a dog person, hm? Wrong! Thoma is just an animal person hehe. He loves both of them, and if you asked him to choose, he’d probably implode- there’s no way he can pick between them, so he’ll just take both

No matter what the animal, Thoma is loving and caring to each of them. Everyone deserves kindness, and that goes for animals too! He might lean juuusstt a little bit more towards dogs, he loves how affectionate they are compared to cats. But he understands cats usually need more time to warm up before they’re ready to receive some love.

He probably owns two cats and two dogs, and of course, he ‘owns’ all the strays in Inazuma. He’s a sweetheart, so he’d treat them all equally, even the ones that don’t live with him. He’s not against sitting down in a field with a few strays just so they can get a warm meal in them.

Diluc

Look, I was going to put him in the dog section but I just couldn’t do it,,, I’m too soft for cat dad Diluc,,,

If he owns dogs they’re golden labs or retrievers I don’t make the rules. They’re all spoilt and probably a bit chubby from the maids over feeding them, but they’re not unhealthy! He makes sure to exercise them properly, but he doesn’t mind if they’re a lil pudgy. More to love <3

But I just can’t get the image out of my head of him sitting in front of a fireplace, in a big arm chair, reading a book with a black cat curled up on his lap. It just lives in my head rent free and I smile whenever I think of it, so I’m not letting go of my cat dad Diluc agenda.

Kaeya

I see him with both - and honestly, I’m more for cat dad Kaeya, but I support the dog dad Kaeya side too.

If he has cats, he lets them curl up in the fluff of his cape, and sometimes it gives people the fright of their life when they see two giant eyes staring at them from underneath the fluff that they have so expertly hidden themselves in. Kaeya finds it hilarious. Is that cat- smirking?

If he has dogs, I can see him getting a very intelligent one, and he’d most likely have his dog work alongside him. All of the knights spoil it rotten, too (but Kaeya especially). It’s become apart of the favonious family <3

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jackrrabbit · 4 years ago

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Short Leash /// Lev x f!Reader x Alisa (18+)

Summary: [Post-timeskip] The Haiba siblings get up to no good with their favorite pet.

A/N: Lev really went from skinny goblin to sugar папочка, and don’t even get me started on Alisa 😭 Also, imma lay heavy on those Russian terms of endearment 🇷🇺 I know Lev doesn’t speak Russian but I feel like post-timeskip he might, and it makes me horny so…

Dedicated to my eternal muse @koiibito for thirsting with me and stoking my lust for this duo and to @thisisthehardestthing for providing the fashion references that brought this fic to life for me (although I still can’t describe clothing for shit). Thank you!!!

Tags/warnings: (slight) pet play, threesome, alcohol/drug use mentions, size kink (yk Lev is 6’5 and Alisa is 5’10), dom/sub, orgasm control, rough sex, filming, breath play, crying, reader is a sugar baby in denial, no incest but the siblings fuck you together, yandere-ish, established BDSM relationship, all characters are adults

They like playing dress-up.

With you, if that wasn’t obvious. They’re models, so you could say that playing dress-up is a career for them, a method of putting food on the table…and Balenciaga in the closet…and every luxury pharmaceutical known to man in the medicine cabinet. And they’re so beautiful, both of them. They look good in anything. But when it comes to you, playing dress-up is a labor of love.

Today was Alisa’s turn, which means today was red: crimson lingerie in a box she had delivered to you before the party tonight. The box…it looked so out of place propped up against the bottom of your shabby apartment door that it’s a miracle no one stole it. Black packaging, lettering in gold, and the label printed on the box was French, you think? The two years of language class you took in high school didn’t help you read it, but you had no trouble understanding the number at the bottom of the receipt Alisa included with the set.

She left it on purpose, you know that. She wants you to know that the money she dropped on these flimsy little undergarments could have paid your rent for two months. But you can’t tell her that, or she’ll just insist again that your apartment is so small and ugly, it’s not worth it, it’s high time you moved in with her and Lev already, they would love to have you, and you’d never have to worry about rent again.

Spoiling you. That’s what they call it. Sometimes you think the Haiba siblings spoil you because they know it makes you uncomfortable.

Either way, you can’t say no. You’ve tried, over and over, told them they need to stop buying you clothes and shoes and diamonds but they just laugh you off. Lev, especially—he’s got this way of tipping his head to the side and blinking down at you while you try to explain how nervous it makes you to be dripping in excess, smiling lightly like he’s watching a child throw a tantrum. They just don’t get it. Or they do, and they think it’s funny.

Yeah, it’s probably the latter. You were raised right, raised not to accept gifts like this when you have nothing to give in return—but you were also raised to be gracious to the kindness of strangers, and while they aren’t exactly strangers, it’s just too exhausting to try to deny their generosity. Over time, little by little, you’ve given inches and the Haiba siblings have taken miles.

The Haiba siblings. That’s who they are, constantly presented in juxtaposition since Lev made his debut. They were born for this, and not because of their height. It’s the eyes—something savagely beautiful about that shade of green, those pale eyelashes, the slitted pupils like a cat’s.

The lingerie was Alisa’s choice, but the dress was Lev’s which is probably why he can’t keep his hands off you at the party, grip gliding down the low back and breath ghosting over your neck every time you try to put some distance between you. He’s usually more careful than this—Alisa can get away with the playful touching (groping?) because the cameras will just play it off as friendly skinship, but if someone catches Lev stroking across your thighs or tracing those long fingers over your spine while you move together on the dance floor, there’s going to be trouble. Not that it’s your problem, but one of you has to be responsible tonight, and judging by the number of times Lev’s excused himself to go to the bathroom and come back blinking and grinning and rubbing his nose, the responsible one is going to have to be you.

This time when he returns his gelled-back hair is mussed and—Jesus, how careless can he get?—there’s a little dusting of coke spilled over the collar of his black shirt. You roll your eyes and reach up to brush it off for him but he catches your hand and lifts it to his mouth. A kiss on your inner wrist first, and then his teeth are grazing over that tender skin, blunt edges digging in and drawing dents. A bite.

It’s just on the edge of painful when you belatedly yank your hand away. “Lev—you got it on your shirt, seriously—“ You try to make your voice sound scolding, but it comes out too high.

Lev’s eyes are dark, dilated; he laughs breathlessly and nudges closer to you, trapping you between his long arms and the bar. “You want some? Kotyonok, little kitten wants a treat?”

“No…I’m just drinking tonight. I don’t want to be out too late.” The vodka soda in your hand isn’t nearly strong enough, but if you have any more you’re going to be too drunk to keep your act together and deal with their antics. You don’t have the tolerance they do, and just because they can get away with all the coke and the alcohol and whatever else they’ve been playing with tonight doesn’t mean you can.

…Not that your relative sobriety stops Lev from dragging your face up to meet his, lifting your chin with both hands wrapped around the back of your head and bending down only enough that you still have to rise up on your tiptoes to kiss him. You only catch a hint of the smell of honey before the sour-sweet taste of Lev’s favorite drink (that medovukha mead stuff, it’s Russian, you think) is filling your mouth and his long tongue is sliding over yours. “Mmph—“

“Kitten, always so good,” he sighs, pressing closer so your face has to arch up to the ceiling to meet his. In your limited view you can see the muscles in his jaw flexing as he kisses you, sweeping over your tongue, biting your lip and laughing into your mouth. “So sweet…and impatient, yeah? Want to go home with us already?”

His hand on the small of your back is bunching your dress up, giving him the space to push his knee between your legs. You gasp sharply but it just eggs him on and his mouth dips down under your jawline, his body covering yours, so sudden and so public that your eyes flash around the room, wondering who might witness Lev—the international model Lev Haiba—sucking on your throat. “L-Lev, wait, someone—someone will see—“

“You’re asking to go somewhere private? Greedy girl…Alisa’s still having fun.”

You try to come up with a response, but it’s not easy to think straight when he’s holding your waist, circling it with those big hands and petting up to your ribs, cupping your tits while his thigh rubs between your legs. You can smell his cologne, bergamot and amber, and—and—you can smell his cologne—

“Lyovochka~” Alisa’s voice rings out and you know just by hearing it that she’s had as much as Lev. Her hand fists in her brother’s hair and pulls him off your neck none too gently, ignoring his curse and complaints. “Naughty, naughty. Playing without me, were you?”

“Alisa, you’re fucking up my hair,” Lev whines, but he straightens off you, pulling Alisa into your tight little trio at the bar. “Kitty says she wants us to take her home.”

You feel your cheeks heat up and wonder if they can see the blush under your foundation. “I didn’t— I can go home myself—“ Not that you have a chance in hell of leaving the party without them, but still. You can pretend to play coy.

“No.” Alisa places a finger on your mouth to shush you and then her eyes lower and her fingernail—painted silvery white, her signature color—pushes into your bottom lip. You stumble closer, hands meeting her shoulders through the thick white padding of the jacket she’s wearing, over the glittering crystals that look blindingly bright under the blacklights.

Silver and white. Always silver and white.

Her fingernail traces down your lip, drawing a fine line on your chin; on instinct, you tip your head back to give her access to pet down your throat until she comes to a rest on the neckpiece of the harness she included with the lingerie set. When her hand reaches the ring in the center of the choker she grips it, pulling your face away from Lev’s and toward hers. “Lyovochka, what do you think…? I saw it and thought of kotyonok. A collar for our little kitten.”

“Hm, I don’t know. I need to see more.” Lev’s hands are on you again now, splaying flat over your chest before his fingers curl, one by one, around the harness strap that leads from the ring at the choker down between your breasts until it disappears under the neckline of your dress. He’s tugging on it—lightly, but you can’t deny the feeling that it’s like a leash…or the feeling of heat gathering in your pussy at having the two of them all over you like this.

You shouldn’t be letting them touch you (and they are touching you, Alisa’s hand stroking your throat and Lev tugging your side into his chest). There’s always people watching at parties like this; you’ve attended these things on Lev’s arm or Alisa’s enough times to know better than to let them do as they please. You’re supposed to be the responsible one. Too bad your body is craving a lot more than the innocuous touches they can give you in public.

You swallow and Alisa grins, dark-painted lips stretching over those perfect white teeth. “So. Kitten, would you like us to take you home? Say please.”

You don’t have to say it. You could ask yourself why you let them get away with this, why you keep letting yourself fall to the mercy of these siblings, why they even want you in the first place, but those are questions for tomorrow morning—tonight, even though you should hate it, there’s a part of you that wants to purr every time they call you kitten.

“…Please,” you murmur, and as soon as the word is out Lev’s grip on the harness tightens, pulling the choker taut around your neck.

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They end up ripping the dress.

You kind of hate them for it when you think about how many bills you could have paid with the money they spent dolling you up for tonight. But by the time they get around to it, you’re pretty much too horny to care.

They didn’t even wait til you got home (their home, you remind yourself, not yours), although that shouldn’t have surprised you. From Alisa tugging on your hair and Lev’s arm draped possessively around your shoulders, you should’ve seen it coming, but it still takes you by surprise that the three of you have barely piled in the back of the Uber when Alisa’s dragging you to sit on her thigh, unceremoniously pulling your dress over your hips and sliding her hand up the slit where the fabric falls open to rub your pussy.

You whine and squirm but can’t quite make yourself say the word “no”, instead squeezing your eyes shut and trying to focus on Alisa whispering in your ear that you’re a good girl, getting so wet for them. All three of you can hear the squishy damp noises your pussy is making sucking around her fingers, and dear god you hope the driver can’t hear it too—wait, is he looking? Your eyes peek open, traitorously seeking out the rearview to see if there’s a possibility he’s watching the show, but before you can work up the guts to tell them to quit it, Lev’s hand is folding around your jaw again and forcing two of his fingers past your lips for you to drool on. And—fuck—Alisa’s petting over your cunt, drawing slow lines up from the wetness gathered at your hole up to your clit.

By the time you’ve reached the building Lev and Alisa are staying at in Tokyo, you’re past the point of caring that other people are around. Lev has to pull you out of the car and off Alisa’s lap to get you to stop humping your ass into her lap and trying to push your mound into her fingers. Alisa winks at the driver—probably earning herself a 5-star rating despite all your bad behavior—and then the two of them are steering you past the doorman and into the elevator.

As soon as you’ve got the barest semblance of privacy, Lev pulls your back into his chest and grinds himself into you. You can feel how hard he is, the heat of his body leaching through the fabric of your clothing directly into your skin, hands around your waist forcing you to mold yourself into him while he layers kisses over the side of you neck. “L-Lev, ah— mm, someone’s gonna come in,” you whine as he pushes the bulge of his stiff cock against your lower back, but he just lets one of his hands drift up to scratch at the choker of the harness again.

Alisa’s hands meet your cheeks on either side, framing your face for a short moment so she can study your dazed expression, the flush on your cheeks, your sex-glazed eyes. You look like you want to get fucked, you know that? You look like you want them to push you down in the elevator and fuck you right there. “But kotyonok, you’re so darling. We should let other people get a chance to see, no?”

Lev’s hand spans the breadth of your throat, not quite pressing down (yet), so he must be able to feel the way your muscles contract and release when you swallow—not to mention the edge of tension that enters your body at the thought of someone seeing you in such a compromising position. “Ahh, kitty wants to be all ours, doesn’t she? She doesn’t want us to share.”

“Is that so?” Alisa doesn’t give you a chance to answer, just tipping your face up and letting her lips close over yours. She tastes more bitter than Lev did and for the brief moment you have between getting pressed between them and your brain short-circuiting, you wonder what she’s been drinking. “Are you being selfish?”

“Nnnh, I—“ you don’t have an answer for her, but it doesn’t really matter because the elevator is dinging at the penthouse and Alisa’s pulling you away from Lev into their apartment by the center strap of the harness. You’ve got no choice but to follow, and you consider telling her to quit dragging you around by your neck but there’s something about the pressure on your throat that isn’t…entirely unpleasant, so you hold your tongue.

Lev murmurs to Alisa in Russian—you hate when they do that, especially because you know they’re only doing it because they don’t want you to understand—and then you’re in the spare bedroom, the one that the siblings insist on referring to as your bedroom. Even though you don’t live here. Even though you do everything you can to avoid staying here. Even though the only times you ever spend the night are when you’re too fucked-out by the two of them to consider putting in the effort to get home.

Something tells you this is going to be one of those nights.

They work in sync, teasing down the straps of your dress and easing you out of it until Alisa snaps the harness between your tits and Lev gets impatient and someone pulls the back of the dress a little too hard and that’s when you feel tearing. “Shit,” you hear in Lev’s voice, a soft curse in Russian from Alisa, and then a reluctant peal of laughter as the dress flutters down to the ground.

“Did you—“ You’re about to curse them out for ruining something so fucking expensive, but Lev clucks his tongue and shakes his head and you fall silent. He’s pulling back from you—so is Alisa—and your heart jumps for a second wondering if you did something wrong until you realize they’re just looking at you, drinking in the image of you naked except for the lingerie Alisa picked out for you.

“Bordelle?” Lev murmurs, running fingers down the straps cinching around your waist, the belt holding up the garters—as usual, you don’t know whether to move away from his touch or melt into it.

Alisa smiles. “It was made for her, don’t you think? Our kitten looks good in red.”

Honestly, they call you kitten, but the way they look at you is less like the way owners look at a pet and more like wolves sizing up a little lamb they’ve cornered. Hungry. Starving. You’re not sure which you prefer, but it makes you self-conscious. You’d felt pretty confident about the way you looked when you examined yourself in the mirror before the party—Alisa has good taste, even if the lingerie is just this side of bondage gear and not something you would’ve bought for yourself in a million years—but now you have to fight the urge to cover yourself up with your hands…not that they’d let you.

True to your prediction, as soon as your hand twitches with the instinct to cross your arms over your bound-up tits Lev snaps down to catch it. “Let me see,” he instructs, and the authority in his voice is so definite that your arms fall back down to your sides automatically. “Good girl. Alisa, do you think we can keep it on while we fuck her?”

While we fuck her.

He says it so nonchalantly. And it’s not like you didn’t know that’s what you’re here for. You’re a grown-up, you’re sober (ish), and you’ve been in this room with the two of them enough times that you’re well aware there was only ever one way this night was going to end up. But the way he says it makes you shiver. They’re going to fuck you…like they own you. And it’s kind of terrifying how much you want to be owned.

“I think we can get the panties off without taking off the rest,” Alisa says to respond to Lev’s question, even as she brushes a stray lock of hair away from your eyes. “Besides, I have a surprise for her.”

A surprise? It wouldn’t be the first time one of them has pulled out something unexpected in bed—last time it was a ball gag and nipple clamps, and the time before that it was a magic wand vibrator (plated in literal gold, because the Haibas are nothing if not excessive) that had you begging and crying and creaming all over the sheets. You can’t help your anxiousness as Alisa pulls something out of the otherwise-empty dresser and sets it up to face the bed.

It’s…a camera. A camera? “You want to film it?” you blurt out, your voice sounding pitchy and nervous even to your own ears.

“Great idea,” Lev says, patting your head like that’s all it’ll take to make you feel better.

“Yes, kotyonok. I’m going to film you,” Alisa replies, fiddling with the settings and batting those long blonde eyelashes at the lens once she’s satisfied.

“Wait, I—I don’t know. I’m not like you, I can’t just—” you stammer. Sure, the twins will look perfect and irresistible and bewitching, but you? You’re not sure you want to have a video of yourself getting fucked stupid in their hands. “What if I don’t want to…?”

“But I want to.” Alisa’s gaze sweeps down over you and you lower your eyes so you don’t have to meet it, don’t have to feel the weight of it holding you down more securely than any leash. There’s a reason she’s a model—she could sell anything. Those eyes. How are you supposed to say no?

You want to step back away from her. You almost try, but Lev’s at your back already, long arms draped over your shoulders, a loose hold that nonetheless keeps you from moving. So instead of backing up, you just bite your lip.

Alisa’s face softens—she’s good at that, good at picking up the cues when she’s pushed a little too far for your comfort—and a second later you feel her hand wrapping around yours, holding it. “Safeword?”

Cherry. The safeword is cherry. It’s not that you’ve forgotten. It’s her way of reminding you that you have a safeword, and you can use it, and it’ll be okay. This isn’t even a full-on scene, but Alisa must be able to sense that the addition of the camera made you scared.

Picking up the change in mood a second later, Lev’s hand finds your other one and he strokes his thumb over your skin reassuringly. God, maybe it’s wrong that they can make you feel hunted one second and adored the next, but you let out a breath and relax, shaking your head to indicate that you’re not stopping.

She brings your hand up to her mouth and kisses it so lightly her lipstick barely leaves a mark—wait, oops. You’d forgotten she was wearing lipstick. You must have it all over you by now.

“Good girl. We take good care of you, don’t we?”

“…Yes.”

“We do.” Lev’s impatient, you can tell from the way he’s adjusting his grip to your waist and pushing you over to the bed. “We’re not going to share the video, if that’s what you’re worried about. Alisa likes to joke, but really…”

Your ass hits the mattress so you’re half-sitting, half-lying on the covers, propped up on your elbows, peeking through your eyelashes at the two of them looming over you—and, oh, there they are again.

The wolves.

“…we don’t want anyone else seeing you like this,” Alisa finishes, holding up the camera and flicking the little red light on to record.

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Lev starts, like usual. You think maybe it’s a control thing, that Alisa doesn’t let you touch her until you’re already falling apart on Lev’s fingers, his tongue…his cock. As much as she likes it when you bite back, you’re cuter when you’re begging.

She’s holding your face off the bed by a hand under your chin, wrenching your neck back so your wrecked face is level with the camera. You’re on your hands and knees—or, more accurately, your hands and elbows, with your ass arched up and Lev’s face buried in your slit. “Nngh, nnnnn, fuck please please—“ Your whining is barely coherent, but Lev knows what you’re asking for and he digs his fingers into the meat of your ass to hold you still as he latches his mouth over your clit and sucks.

Fuck— you keen and try to drop your head down to the sheets to angle your dripping cunny closer to his mouth, but Alisa’s grip on your jaw prevents you from getting any further out of the camera frame. “Uh-uh, no. I want to see you.”

“Alisa…ahhh…” Your tongue is lolling out of your mouth and you know you must look like a mess, spit practically falling over your lips as you try to stop yourself from cumming right here. Fuck, it feels good, feels so hot and wet that your juices don’t even have time to cool on your thighs before more is dripping down.

“Tell the camera what’s happening, kotyonok,” Alisa purrs, wiping the saliva off your lip and then pushing her fingers over your tongue.

“…eating me out, he’s—uhhhn—licking my pussy…” you slur around her fingers. Your glassy eyes flit between her appraising expression and the lens of the camera—even though you trust that they won’t show the video to anyone outside this room, it’s making you shudder to think about what’s on the little screen you can’t see—Alisa’s pretty silver fingernails coated in your drool as she presses them deeper into your throat, your body all bound up in red straps and gold fastenings, and Lev behind you, hair falling out of its careful style as he shoves his face deeper between your legs.

The edge of Alisa’s finger bites into the plush of your lip as you moan and unsuccessfully attempt to wriggle your ass under Lev’s grip. “Who’s licking your pussy?” she asks calmly, like she’s asking what the weather is like today.

“Lev, it’s, it’s Lev—fuck ohh, oh,” you whine as Lev slides his tongue flat from your clit up to your hole and pushes the slimy wet muscle inside. It’s so long, you’re never going to get used to how stupid long his tongue is, licking out your walls and making slurping sounds that are downright fucking vile.

Heat is gathering quickly in your abdomen, and you can feel it—that plateau rising before you hit your peak, and the tension in your thighs making them twitch and quiver as your muscles contract in anticipation—and his tongue is so long and thick it’s almost reaching your g-spot, almostalmostalmost, god-fucking-damnit. Your spine curls even further, arching yourself into him, wordlessly begging for him to keep doing exactly what he’s doing. “Gonna cum, fuck Lev please make me, make me cum!”

“Oh? Did I say you were allowed to cum?” Alisa asks, cat-like eyes narrowing.

Shit, fuck, she didn’t, but you don’t know if you can help yourself. Your hand fists in the sheet, curling your fingernails around the fabric to try to ease up the heat where Lev’s mouth is latched to your cunt. “Please Alisa—I need to—“

Alisa shakes her head. “But you don’t get to decide what you need, kotyonok.”

She’s right, but—but, it’s not fair, Lev’s switching between dragging his tongue over your clit and fucking you with it—you try to pull your hips away from his mouth but he doesn’t let you, effortlessly holding you in place while he teases you even higher.

“Who decides?” she continues, petting your jawline and wiping away the first hint of a tear from your cheek as you try to hold it back—

but you can’t.

“You-you decide! You decide when I cum!” you gasp, but your body is already betraying your words, convulsing and contracting as your climax hits you like a truck. You try to hold yourself through it but it’s impossible—your eyes roll back and arms go slack, dropping flat on the bedspread with your ass still pushed up into the air as your pussy walls contract around Lev’s tongue.

He’s still licking you—slower now at least, but you’re shaking at the feeling of him stimulating that sensitive bud. “Stop…too much,” you whine weakly, but he just raises a hand off your ass cheek to give it a light smack.

“Bad kitty,” he murmurs with his mouth still pressed against your slit, and the contact makes you seize up and twitch.

“Yes. Very bad.” Alisa doesn’t look angry—she’s never angry with you, even when you’re…disobedient, you guess—but there’s a note of mischief in her eyes that sends a thrill of fear (and not just fear) down your spine.

“S-Sorry, I’m sorry,” you whimper, but Alisa’s already pulling you upright by the ring on your choker.

“Did you cum? Even though we didn’t give you permission?” she asks, even though all three of you know you did. You nod, avoiding looking at both her and the camera as if that’ll disguise the obvious flush painting your cheeks red. At your admission, she smiles indulgently and murmurs something in Russian that you don’t understand, but you get the gist.

You’ve been naughty. And you’re going to get punished.

You hear the bedsprings squeak and feel the dip of the mattress as Lev climbs up behind you, settling his body against yours so the bulge in his pants is pressed against your back again. He’s still wearing most of his outfit from the party—they both are, and you note (not for the first time) how ridiculous it is that the siblings are willing to fuck you together but being naked in front of one another is the one boundary they won’t cross—but you don’t have to wait long before you hear him undoing his pants and pulling his cock out to rut it lazily against your back.

Automatically you shift your legs apart and reach down to finger yourself like you usually do, stretch your cunt out so you’re ready to take him. But before you can reach your pussy, Lev’s hand is folding over yours and lacing his fingers over your hand to stop you. “L-Lev?”

“No, kitty,” he tells you firmly.

You shiver. Alisa pinches your cheek and rubs over your ear. “What…”

“You already came,” Lev continues, and then you feel his cock sliding between your thighs, between your soaking-wet lips, using your cum as lubrication. “You came, so you don’t need to get ready. You’re going to take all of me, okay?”

All of him. You swallow. The full length slowly rubbing between your legs is going to go inside of you, without any preparation beforehand. “But…if I don’t, it’ll—it’s gonna hurt…”

“Yes, it’s going to hurt.” He waits for a moment, giving you a chance to say the safeword, but you don’t. “It’s going to hurt, and then it’ll feel good, and then you’re going to cream yourself on my cock like always. Yes?”

“Uh—“ You blink rapidly, already feeling his cockhead pushing between your lips toward your hole. Alisa combs your hair out of your face and you turn toward her. “Alisa?”

“Don’t ask her. You need to learn that your owners will take care of you. You need to trust us.” Lev presses in, stretching your little cunt around the thick head, and you suck in a sharp inhale.

“A-Ah—it’s too big,” you whine, scrunching your eyes shut and biting your lip as he slides himself deeper into you. And yeah, it hurts…but with how riled up you are, it definitely doesn’t hurt enough for you to want it to stop. The burn from the stretch is just making you wetter, and the feeling of being filled up by him is unbelievable. This was supposed to be a punishment, right?

Alisa cups your face to kiss you gently, and then her hands drift lower to circle your neck. Lev’s still sliding his cock into your pussy, slowly, slowly, so you can feel everything, every inch of his skin and every vein dragging against your g-spot. The deeper he gets, the more it hurts and the more you want to stop him, to take the lead—but he doesn’t let you.

“Are you going to cry, kitten?” Alisa asks you, reaching down to take one of your hands and pull it over her shoulder so you’re holding her. You grit your teeth and shudder and shake your head, making her lips quirk into a smile. “It’s alright if you cry. You’re still cute when you’re crying.”

With another roll of his hips Lev’s pushing up against your cervix and you choke out a curse. “F-Fuck, I’m not—not gonna c-c-cry…”

“Shh…” Upright on his knees behind you, Lev’s body is so big curled over yours that you feel smothered between him and Alisa. You sneak a glance back and there’s a pale pink flush over his cheeks and shoulders. “You’re taking me so well…taking my cock like that, going to make me forget you were bad…”

You stay still because it hurts more when you try to move, and you need to get yourself adjusted. You have to relax, you have to, but he’s so big, heavy and thick between your aching legs. You still haven’t recovered from cumming earlier, and every time one of the aftershocks hits you and you clench around him, the mix of pleasure and pain is almost too much. Even as aroused as you are, your cunt sucking him in for all you’re worth, he’s pushing against your cervix…and his hips haven’t even hit yours yet. He hasn’t bottomed out.

You’re going to take all of me, he said. You’re not even sure you can. But no matter what, you’re not—you’re not—gonna cry.

Until Lev pulls his hips back, sliding his cock out of you so it’s only his head sheathed at the entrance to your cunt, and then snaps forward again, filling you back up in a single stroke. He knocks into you so forcefully that you jerk forward, your chest mashing into Alisa’s. The force and his weight pulls a squeak out of you and—fuck, fuck—you feel tears welling up in your eyes.

“—t-t-too fast,” you pant, squeezing your eyes shut as if that’ll prevent them from getting glossy. The pads of Alisa’s fingers are skimming over your cheeks, and her skin is so soft and silky that you want to nuzzle in for comfort.

“But Kotyonok likes it fast, doesn’t she?…you feel how wet you are on my—my cock?” Lev’s face nudges against your shoulder, and you can feel his hands curling around your upper arms, securing you underneath him, holding you in place as he pounds into you.

You like it…like it fast? Your head is spinning, you’re dizzy and hot and feverish, Lev’s cologne is mixing with Alisa’s perfume and you feel like you’re drinking it, ugh. Fuck. Feels like you’re getting bruised up inside and it feels good. Your legs are jerking, weakly trying to push yourself back on his cock to make him fill you up deeper than your pussy can take but you’re totally at their mercy.

“Let her down, Lyovochka. I want kitty to lick,” Alisa says, looking over your shoulder to make eye contact with her brother. She shifts back on the bedspread, easing herself into the pillows and pushing the skirt of her dress up over her waist to expose her panties: mesh, lace, powder-pink. They’re so pretty against her pale skin that you just stare down at her for a second, open-mouthed, before Lev’s releasing his grip on your arms and splaying his palm into your back, shoving your face down toward her lap.

You catch yourself on your elbows—barely—but you don’t have time to adjust to the new position and how stupid fucking goddamn deep Lev’s cock is hitting you before Alisa’s pulling your face up closer to her clothed pussy and adjusting her thighs to make room. Is she going to keep the panties on? Fuck—you almost ask her to take them off but you know you aren’t allowed so you just angle your face in and let drool coat your tongue so you can try to lap at her pussy through the fabric.

The awkward angle means you can barely taste her, but fuck, what you can taste is so good—they’ve conditioned you, the two of them, conditioned you like Pavlov’s dogs to crave what they’re doing to you so badly you can’t even think. The slightly-bitter taste of her cunt soaking through to your mouth has you intoxicated. She got like this from watching you, watching you cum all over the pretty lingerie she bought you, watching you get fucked so hard you’re crying. The thought of her getting off on watching you squirm makes your pussy clench around Lev’s cock.

“Gonna cum again?” Lev asks with laughter in his voice; his pace slows, dragging out the stimulation to your g-spot right as you feel him reach down to tease over your clit. You squeak out a denial but he doesn’t believe you—and why would he when he can literally hear the nasty wet noises from your pussy eating up his cock? “Yes…you are."

“I’m—n-no, I’m noooot…”

“Poor baby, can’t control herself.” Alisa’s pushing you back into her cunt, fingernails scraping over your scalp as you desperately try to lick her pussy. “Don’t be cruel, Lev.”

Another laugh, low and raspy and juddering from the pace of his cock stretching your walls and pushing against that sweet spot inside you. “I’m not the cruel one.”

They’re both cruel, you think, but that’s the only thing going through your mind because you’re pretty sure you’re going to go fucking crazy, your pussy is so hot you feel like you’re melting around him but you keep at Alisa’s cunt because you want to be good, want to be their good girl, want to be their good little kitty.

You want to be theirs.

“Please—please, can I, can I? Please let me, please I need you to let me…” you beg—somewhere in the back of your mind you know you’re going to hate yourself for giving in to them tomorrow but you want it so so so bad and you can’t cum without their permission, you can’t, you can’t be bad again.

“Well…what do you think, Alisa? Has she earned it?” There’s a growl in Lev’s voice—is he holding himself back? Yesss… He’s slowing down, fucking you up from the inside and the outside, pulling that heat out of you, making you squeal and whine and plead just like he said he would.

You want to, you need to, need to earn it, be good make Alisa feel good earn it—fuck, you have to try harder, and you flutter your tongue over her clit through her panties as well as you can, knowing you’re being sloppy but you don’t know how to help it. She waits a long moment and then sighs, pulling her fingers through your hair, pulling it away from your face so you can look up at her, those pretty pretty eyes looking down at yours so indulgently. Adoringly. Like you’re something to be cherished. “Mm…yes.”

And that’s all it takes.

Your mouth falls open and your pussy does something, convulsing—

“—cumming I’m cumming Lev, A-Alisa—“

fuck, can’t breathe why can’t you breathe? something digging into your throat—

Lev’s, Lev’s hand under the choker dragging you upright tightening cutting off the sounds coming out of your mouth, choking your scream into a pathetic little mewl so he can hold your body up next to him while he fucks you through your climax—you can feel your face turning pink, your cunny holding around him, squeezing him so tight he can barely move but he still does, hips thrusting against your ass, the pleasure so bright and heavy you’re seeing sparks, head rushing, or maybe that’s just the lack of oxygen,

too tight the choker’s too tight you bring your hand back and tap against Lev’s and he lets go immediately. “Shit—sorry, are you alright? Can you breathe?”

You can feel him pulling out, and just that movement is enough to set off another round of clenching in your pussy. You’re sputtering, throat contracting in time with your cunt, not too painful. Just raw.

“Try to breathe, (Y/N),” Lev repeats, stroking down your back to soothe you. He sounds worried, and…that’s your name, isn’t it? It’s been a while since you heard one of them actually say your name instead of just kitten or kitty or kotyonok. It’s not like you can really bother pretending you’re not at least a little bit into the nickname, but hearing your real name out of his mouth stokes some kind of soft, nervous pleasure in you. And goddamn, you do not have the brainpower to analyze why.

It takes a moment for you to catch your breath—the air tastes sweeter than it did a minute ago—and then you roll over. “Did...did you cum?”

Lev shakes his head. You turn toward Alisa, and she just pats your cheek—of course she didn’t cum. Which means you’ve gotten to cum twice, and you didn’t get either of them off.

You bite your lip, turn to the side, and try not to let your eyes water for the—third? fourth?—time tonight. “I’m sorry, I—I’ll do it again, I’ll be better—“

“No,” Alisa says gently, adjusting her position to sit next to you and kiss your forehead. “You were so good, (Y/N).”

Lev mirrors her actions on the other side so you’re bracketed by the two of them. After a second of stillness to gauge your comfort, he starts undoing the clasps at the back of the choker and massaging his fingers over the tender skin underneath. You sniffle and then feel him lay his chin on the top of your head, arrange his arm over your side. “It’s okay,” he murmurs. “You know we like you no matter what, right?”

Alisa nods in agreement, pupils coming to a rest on the skin of your throat as she helps Lev remove the tangle of red satin straps from your body. “Our perfect little kitten. Who’s a good girl?”

Kitten.

Your stomach drops. Not your name. Just kitten.

It must be the twentieth time she’s called you that tonight, but somehow this time it’s different. You cringe, feeling cold where she touches you, but that doesn’t stop her from wiping away the smeared mascara and tear tracks from your cheeks. When you try to flinch away from her, Lev huffs out an annoyed breath and pushes you back into place. “Myesto. Stay.”

It’s a command. Like you would give to an animal. When you freeze, Alisa smiles and then she’s tilting your chin up with her fingers and bringing the camera—the camera, you forgot about the camera—to your throat so she can capture the mess of pink lines and indentations from where the choker bit into your neck…

…and who are you kidding? It’s not a choker, it’s a fucking collar. And you’re not their lover, or their girlfriend, or even their fuckbuddy.

You’re their pet.

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softpatts · 4 years ago

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꒦꒷ִֶָ· . the obey me characters preferred nicknames (as well as their reactions because i cant stay on topic)

warnings: none !!

fandom: Obey Me!

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ᜊʕ っ◞ ˕ ◟c ʔ.. ♡︎ 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠: ayee im,, not dead ^^; im soso sorry for not posting- havent had much motivation to write latley,, as you can probably tell !! so again,, sorry !! but have these,, kinda shitty headcanons ~ !! <3

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𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛:

- hes really old fashioned with pet names

- will automatically call you "Darling",, no i dont take criticism

- as the relationship progresses hell call you more,, such as sweetheart,, doll,, mine,, pos s i b l y babydoll though im a bit iffy on that one

- hes just a sucker for nicknames like those,, the old sappy ones,, and god the way he says it fits perfectly,, just the slight accent he puts into it is,, mWAH

- as for him,, he doesnt have any preffered nicknames,, but something about the way his name sounds coming out of your mouth

- god he loves it so much

- though besides his name his favorite would probably be darling/my love

- it seems so intimate and he loves how hes the only one you call that,, nobody else

𝙼𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗:

- weve seen what this man calles MC,, his human,, he likes most nicknames as long as theres "my" in front of it

- though the ones he called you most are stupid,, idiot,, dummy,, you can see the pattern

- while that i s how he expresses his love,, if he sees its bothering you even the slightest bit hell stop right away

- hes pretty rough with affection,, but he wILL call you doll,, no doubt about it

- and the way it soUN D S AAA it sounds so pretty and god its just,, wow

- when it comes to calling HIM nicknames,, he loves being called baby (or baby boy,, but hell never admit to that one)

- no matter how long you two have been together hell get extremely blushy n flustered whenever you call him that,, hell tell you to shut up,, spoiler alert he doesnt want you to

- please keep calling him that he loves it akdhsk

𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚒:

- hes extremely akward with it at first,, and youll probably have to bring it up first

- i feel like hell call you his "irl waifu" alot,, or hell call you his "henry"

- though in the private of his or your room,, hell call you really sappy names like princess,, baby,, or anything with "my" in front of it,, though he only really calls you baby when youre teasing him

- hell stretch out the "y" n say it in a really whiny voice aA

- the first time he called you princess was one night,, after staying up for days on end,, he finally crashed,, he was close to passing out while leaning against you

- though before he fell asleep you heard him whisper a soft "night princess" AND OH MY GOD AKDHSK

- switching to him now,, he loves it when you call him handsome,, or your prince

- every time itll make his heart soar and hell turn into a fumbling blushy mess,, like mammon he wILL call you stupid,, and tell you to shut up

- once agAIN DONT- DONT SHUT UP HE LOVES IT

- theres been many occasions where hes accidentally called you a really cheesy cutsey nickname in front of mammon,, and god he never lets it go

- hell tease levi endlessly,, mocking him in a wierd voice that you assume was supposed to be levis..?

- but no matter how much he gets teased for it,, he loves being called pet names

𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗:

-hell definitely call you kitty,,, doesn’t matter where,, in the bedroom,, in front of his brothers,, even in the presence of Lord Diavolo himself

- he thinks it fits !! seeing as he likes cats,,, and likes you even more,, what better than to call you his kitty??

- I feel like he’s also the type of person to call you baby,, but in a really deep n fancy voice,, fancy?? I think that’s right AKDHSK

- but he loves your reactions,, no matter if it’s getting extremely flustered,, or you doing it right back to him !!

- the first time Lucifer heard him call you kitty,, mans spit out his drink- he was,, surprised to say the least??

- after that it just pissed him off,, so aye another reason to keep calling you his kitty !!

- he enjoys any nicknames,, though if you call him master- WOOH lemme just say this man will go feral aA he loves it,, he’ll get flustered if it’s in a public setting though- he’s all for calling you embarrassing nicknames but when you flip it around all of a sudden he’s against it 😞

- (just saying,, thats a lie- he loves it when you call him that in public akdhdk he likes people knowing he’s yours as much as you’re his !!

𝙰𝚜𝚖𝚘:

-he calls you baby,, precious,, cutie,, all tho s e akdhsk

- hell do it in a real,y high pitched,, almost baby voice n it’s sweet at first,, but gets annoying when he wONT SHUT UP

- if he knows it annoys you,, no he won’t stop,, he’ll do the opposite in fact,, he’ll do it even more !!

- if you start getting “angry” he’ll drape himself over you n try to kiss you while saying “you know you love meeee” drawing out the e

- when he does that the others swear he drunk,, actually drunk?? no,, love drunk?? yes,, yes very much

- he loves you,, and he’s not gonna stop showing you exactly how much he loves you !!

- now that’s what he calls you,, but ypu calling hIM nicknames ><

- he lOVES LO V E S it when you call him things like "pretty boy" "cutie" "handsome"

- they just make his heart flutter,,, and though he may get those all the time,, them coming from you just makes it an absolute gift

- hell often retort back with one of your nicknames

- "what are ya doing handsome??"

- "nothing really cutie~ i was planning on going to this new salon that opened up though,, would you like to come?"

- something about you calling him nicknames just,, mwah !!

- he also loves when you call his personality pretty,, or compliment his personality/traits,, hes used to compliments about his physical body,, but hi m and what he can actually do makes his heart flutter,, and hed actually get somewhat flustered !!

𝙱𝚎𝚎𝚕:

- He definitley calls you sth food related,, his creampuff,, dumpling,, honey,, sweetheart,, just really sweet n nice nicknames,,, he loves the way it sounds when he talks to you

- the first time he called you that was in the kitchen,, he had heard satan talking about these things that were common in relationships called "pet names"

- so you walked into the kitchen one night n it was the first thing that came to his mine

- "hey there creampuff,,"

- wh a t

- you had to do a double take,, but,, after a few seconds you answered

- "is something wrong??" please he thought he made you uncomfy,, or satan was wrong,,,

- "no !! i just,,, wansnt expecting that from you"

- hell call you nicknames ALOT

- first thing in the morning,, randomly in the hallway,, just anytime hes able to hell call you nicknames,, its gone to the point where hell rarley call you by your actual name

- he loves it when you call him "my man",, "baby",, "sweetheart",, but his favorite would have to be "my love"

- nicknames with "my" in them make his heart flutter

- the first time you called him a nickname he froze up and got all blushy

- he didnt at all exepect that,, and you sounded so casual??? what???

- he pulled you over you him,, wrapped his arms around you,, and rested his head on top of yours

- he didnt let go for,, quite a while

𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚎:

- belphie isnt actually one for nicknames,,, he doesnt think it makes any sense,, why should he call you anything other than your name??

- though if you ask,, or it comes up at all that you want him to call you something,, hell do it without hesitation- aksjak

- he calls you sleepyhead. No i dont take criticism- it doesnt matter if you nap as much as him or not hes calling you sleepyhead

- i feel like he also might call you his light,, or his sunshine,, just because of how he met you,,, n how at some points you seem like the only good thing in his life at that moment,,,

- "i love you, my light,, more than i could ever tell you."

- AAAAAAAAAAAAAA GOD PLEASE AKSJAJS

- as for you calling him nicknames,, he could really care less,, as long as its from you he loves it

- one of his favorites is "my moon" you just,, came up with it one day,, and he stuck with it,, and its gotten to the point where hell barley answer to his own name,, which can get him in a bit of trouble

- "belphie !! get yer ass up and help me with this !!"

- "belphie."

-"BELPHIE!!"

- "hm? Oh were you saying something?"

- "yes i called your name like a hundred times or somethin !!"

- sometimes he just doesnt answer you when you call him by his name,, and hell wait and stare at you until you until you call him by his nickname

𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠 🏷️:

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#obey me x reader #mammon x reader #lucifer x reader #levi x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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sorryimananti-romantic · 3 years ago

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Mist | Choi San | Chapter 1

Pairing: Choi San x OC (Seohyun)

Genre: supernatural (ghost), romance, high school

Trigger Warnings: paranormal, death mentions, violence

Words: 7.2k

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except my original character and the story. I do not own any gifs or pictures used.

Full story on Wattpad (don’t spoil here if you read there too)

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Seohyun kicked a pebble with her boot, sending it flying in the air. The black cat following Seohyun meowed as it wandered between her legs, rubbing itself along her naked legs. Seohyun kicked another pebble, and the cat meowed louder.

"I know, I know," she said, sighing, "I shouldn't have helped him."

The cat's grey eyes twinkled and it jumped a little to keep pace with Seohyun. She adjusted her sunglasses with the tip of her finger and tucked her long hair behind her ears, keeping her eyes fixed to the ground in hopes of finding more pebbles that she could kick.

Seohyun's hands went to the straps of her school bag on her shoulders as she finally found one, and she smirked. "Hey kitty, I'm gonna kick this one real hard."

As if the cat understood, it sat near her to watch the scene. Seohyun aimed her foot, sending the pebble flying with full force as a short laugh escaped her. She waited for the satisfying sound of the pebble hitting something hard, but a wail of pain answered her instead.

"Oops," Seohyun grimaced as she motioned the cat to follow her, trying to flee before she was caught. However, luck was rarely on her side.

"It was you, right?" She heard a boyish voice call out. She sneaked a peek, seeing a group of colourful heads belonging to boys that grew larger and larger as more joined them.

"I thought I hit one? Why are there so many..." she muttered, then turned back, bowing her head in a quick apology and turning again to run away, almost tripping on the cat and it howled in pain before following her.

"Hey, stop!" She heard voices, and she just sped up. She had enough to worry about.

"Where are my ghost friends when I need them.." Seohyun muttered under her breath as she sped up, cursing mentally. She could hear steps draw closer by every second, and she finally turned abruptly, making the group of boys stop dead in their tracks, bumping at each other.

"I apologized, what do you all want now?"

"You never apologized," the blue haired one said.

"Why do you think I bowed? To thank you?" Seohyun retorted. The blonde snickered, earning a kick in his ribs from not one but two of them.

"We couldn't see from so far, at least apologize properly!"

"Alright, alright. Was it you who got hit?"

"No, it was-"

Seohyun sighed out loud. "What got you so worked up then, if it wasn't even you?"

"He's my friend?" The blue haired boy said, making it sound more like a question.

"I told you all not to make a fuss, it's not like she did it on purpose," Seohyun heard one of them say, and her eyes shifted towards the boy with black hair, the eyebrow slit further defining his sharp features. Indeed, he was hurt. There was a painful scratch where the pebble must have grazed his cheekbone.

"Ah, so it was you..." Seohyun bit her lip. She thought she should apologize properly, so she bowed properly this time, and got up. "I never meant to hurt anyone. I'm sorry."

His eyes burned holes in her even though she wore sunglasses. He pursed his lips, nodding. "It's okay, just be careful next time."

She nodded. "Can I go now?" She didn't wait for an answer and turned, motioning the cat to come along, who meowed.

"Wait!" The eyebrow-slit boy sat down on one knee, motioning the cat to come to him, who gladly obliged and Seohyun rolled her eyes. He smiled at the cat, rubbing its head and offering it a biscuit, which the cat graciously accepted, munching right into it.

"Do you even give your cat food? It's so thin."

"It's not mine," Seohyun said and the boy's head turned up to look at her, curiosity in his eyes obvious. "It followed you rather gladly."

Seohyun just shrugged, looking away from his gaze and observing the group now. They were all dressed in school uniform like her, but it looked like it was a different school. She internally smiled at the interesting mix that stood in front of her.

"San, let's go," she heard the red-head call out. San, she thought.

"I need to go now too." Seohyun said, waiting for the boy to stop playing with the cat.

The boy- San- got up and said, "You said it's not yours. Can I take it then?"

Seohyun almost said yes, but hesitated. It was true the cat was not hers, but at this point, she could call it hers, the way it always followed her around whenever she was out. She had rather grown attached to the constant presence of her black furry friend.

"Uhh, I mean you could, but..." she bit her lip as she looked back as if for help, and then turned back to the boy. "This cat is my only friend."

Seohyun hated how it had almost come as a whisper, but the boy looked like he understood as he nodded, taking a step back. "I'll see you around then," he smiled sweetly at the cat, who meowed at him.

Seohyun finally turned, not bothering to check if the cat followed her or that boy, San. She was too scared to check. But when she heard the cat meow and rub at her legs, she smiled in relief.

"I'll feed you more now, I promise," she smiled at the cat.

Meanwhile, San watched the odd pair walk away in the distance.

"So rude!" the blue haired boy said, and everyone laughed. San turned and shook his head. "Not my fault you decided to act like my parent, Hongjoong."

"Doesn't look like she's from our school, but isn't it the school near the place we usually go to eat dinner?" The blonde asked.

"Yeah, it looks like it. You're treating us to dinner there tomorrow. You remember, right Yeosang?"

"You're always hungry for food Wooyoung, how could I forget?" He answered.

The group started to walk their way, talking about their plans for dinner, but San couldn't stop thinking about the girl with the grey streaks in her hair, the girl who had no friends other than a black cat. He unconsciously shook his head, finally paying attention to his present.

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"I said I'm sorry!" Seohyun yelled, "Now you leave my hair, and I'll leave yours."

"You first," the woman replied.

"Together, okay? One, two, three- YOU! You lied!"

"You lied too!" The woman shouted, and pulled at Seohyun's hair, earning a satisfactory groan from her.

"It's not like you can feel pain! You're a freaking ghost!"

"Doesn't mean I'm not insulted," the woman smirked, "Alright, I'll leave you first, and you leave no more than a second after, otherwise I'll make sure you feel the pain you love." The woman let go of Seohyun's hair and Seohyun did so right after, taking quick steps backward as she massaged her head.

"Bitch..." she muttered, and the woman laughed out loud.

The woman- ghost- had been keeping Seohyun company for about two months now, occasionally popping out of nowhere and leaving just as abruptly. At first, Seohyun had tried to help her in some way, help her move on and come to terms with her sudden death by accident, but the young woman had quite a difficult death and she was the first of a kind- a ghost with amnesia. No memories of how she had died and why she hadn't moved on.

Seohyun had to admit that she had grown used to her presence. She often found herself narrating her uneventful day to her, just like today, when she had excessively complained how useless of a friend she was and how none of her ghost friends had ever done her a favour. Somehow that had turned into an argument and then to them resorting to pulling each other's hair our, except her ghost friend couldn't feel any pain since she was, well, a ghost. Dead.

"I mean," Seohyun continued, fiddling with her hair, "it would have saved me from embarrassment had you popped up and helped me out there."

"What could I have done?" The woman sat down on the pavement, the black cat gladly jumping on her lap as the woman ran her hands through her fur. "It's not like anyone else can see me."

"Hello? You could have made me disappear."

"You know it's not good for your health. Why do it unless absolutely, absolutely necessary?" The woman glared at her.

"YES! That was absolutely, absolutely necessary. There were 8 of them! I was alone!" Seohyun whined and the woman just ignored her.

"Unnie~" Seohyun sat down near her, and the woman slid away from her.

"I told you not to call me that. I have a name, and it's Jiwoo."

"How can I call you by your name? You're much older than me." Seohyun grinned.

"And that's why I don't help you. Because you're a stubborn one. Also, I'm pretty sure I'm not that old."

"That's rich coming from you," Seohyun retorted, ignoring the last remark, "I'm not the one refusing to move on just because I can't get enough of worldly pleasures."

"And that's my cue to leave you alone, like you always are. There's a reason you don't have friends, Seohyun." Jiwoo got up, putting the curled cat on the pavement.

"I do have friends-"

"I'm talking about human friends. Your sharp tongue and stubborn heart, it's about time you change that."

"I-" Before Seohyun could complete, Jiwoo disappeared. Seohyun sighed, her heart sinking a bit at her harsh but true words.

There was indeed a reason that she had no friends. And it wasn't her ability to see ghosts.

Seohyun pulled her knees to her chest, shutting her eyes. She wanted to disappear.

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Senior year of high school was supposed to be tough, yes, but Seohyun had to face challenges other than academic ones.

And it wasn't just the fact that she had no social life at all; she only had a group of people she could interact with if need be, otherwise she was perfectly content on being on her own. She had no problem staying amused in her own company.

The problem was with Seohyun, though not directly. It was the problem that she could see and interact with some of the dead. And the dead made sure she got in trouble if she didn't hear their woes and skipped school to maybe find them something (or someone) they had an attachment to, or didn't take them to their loved ones immediately.

She had often tried to reason with them; she tried to explain that she was perfectly aware how bad they must have it, but she had it worse since she was still alive, and with life came unforeseen consequences, such as having to face her mother if they caused a scene (which they usually did), or if they tried to grab her attention by any means necessary, such as causing her desk to fall, her stuff to fly (where she would immediately have to either hold it or pretend to have thrown it).

She tried, oh she tried so hard to tell them to wait until she was free from school and then she would do whatever they asked her to, but no. Apparently whatever they wanted to do was more important than her school, her reputation (already in ruins), everything. There rarely was someone patient enough, and those she made sure she looked after properly. Like Jiwoo.

She wished Jiwoo was here so she could get rid of the old wrinkly man in front of her. She was trying to focus on her mathematics but it was hard to when a fat belly blocked her vision. And she couldn't even say anything out loud, so she just sent daggers through her eyes, the message in her eyes clear. But the old man just smirked, continuing to block her vision.

Seohyun sighed and turned the page of her notebook, scribbling in it, then turned the notebook to the ghost in front of her. The man was short so he didn't have to bend as he read what she had written.

"IF YOU COULD STOP PESTERING ME FOR A FEW MINUTES YOU WRINKLY OLD MAN I CAN'T FOCUS ON MATHS BECAUSE OF YOU"

The old man smirked, and Seohyun wished she could kick him somewhere he would surely feel pain even though ghosts couldn't feel pain. She was so absorbed in thinking of ways that she could make this ghost feel pain that she didn't notice him take her notebook and run away before she could snatch it back.

As soon as Seohyun noticed, she jerked in her seat, stopping herself from getting up and following him. He stopped a few feet away, teasingly coming closer and closer, the frown on Seohyun's face getting deeper and deeper until he stopped near the girl sitting in front of her, tore a page from her notebook and gave it back.

And then he did what she dreaded. He made a ball out of that paper, aimed at the teacher, taking one last look at the very satisfying horrified face of the girl who could see ghosts but refused to help them, and threw the paper ball at the teacher with considerable force, hitting him on his head.

The teacher turned, running his eyes across the classroom, not missing how everyone was glancing between the teacher and Seohyun, who folded her arms rather defensively, silently praying he wouldn't actually pick the paper ball. But the teacher bent down, and it so happened that he was also old, and a bit wrinkly, so when he read the scribbled message, his face went red.

"Who was it?!" The teacher pushed his glasses up his nose-bridge and watched as the students hesitantly pointed to Seohyun, who sank deeper into her chair, as if somehow a pit would open and swallow her.

"You meet me in my office after class." The teacher shook his head in disappointment and continued where he left.

Seohyun was given a warning, and it was her second. She had only one left before she would be kicked out of school (if something big happened, which usually did if she waited for the third warning) so she decided it was time for her to move on again.

And this time she dreaded. It was always a hassle to explain to her mom what had happened. Her mom knew she could see ghosts and when she was little, she had tried all sorts of methods, of almost all religions she could think of, hoping her only daughter would turn out normal, but she had failed. But now she liked to pretend that she had forgotten all about it, and when Seohyun told her she had gotten into trouble, she would silently nod and get her to change schools before something big happened and it got written in her school record.

So a few attempts from the old ghost trying to get her in trouble and a few days later, Seohyun was finally free of struggling. She changed schools. And tomorrow would be her first day, hopefully the last time she had to change schools before her senior year ended. Before high school ended.

Seohyun was still dressed in her old school's uniform when she went to her new school to submit her files and make sure everything was good before her first day. She had her baseball cap on this time, making sure she would hide most of her face since a lot of people would be staring at her. It was normal to stare when someone from another school came.

The black cat found her once again, following her as she walked to the building. Seohyun motioned the cat to stay and it obeyed, watching the girl walk into the building.

From a distance, San and his friends were watching the whole scene. They had recognized the girl not by her face, which was half-hidden anyway, but her cat and the grey streaks in her hair.

"Let's hope she doesn't attack you with a pebble again," Yunho snickered, and San smiled, his hand unconsciously going to the now faint scratch on his face.

"I'm not going to your rescue if that happens," Hongjoong said and Seonghwa chimed in, "Neither will I."

"I never asked you anyway..." San trailed off.

"The cat looks like it wants to escape," Jongho pointed his finger at the hoard of girls that gathered around the poor cat. "Poor cat."

"San, you should go bring the cat. It would recognize you," Mingi suggested and San considered. The cat was worth saving.

A few moments later, San was back with the cat in his arms. The cat did recognize him. He bought the cat to the boys, who lightly patted her one by one, taking turns so she wouldn't feel scared.

After about five minutes, the boys heard someone clear their throat right behind them. They turned to see it was that girl.

"Aren't you the same group from that day?" Seohyun wondered out loud.

"The cat was scared because people were gathering around her, so we brought her here," Yeosang said.

"That's... kind of you," Seohyun met eyes with each of them, and the boys got a proper look at her face for the first time without her glasses. She had light eyes. The shadows beneath her eyes were dark, which contrasted with her eyes rather strikingly.

"What were you doing here? You're not from our school," Wooyoung commented.

"Oh, I'll be joining from tomorrow..." Seohyun realized somehow she's ended up in the same school as the boys. "What class are you in?"

"Senior year, all of us," Wooyoung replied, and they didn't miss her groan.

"I'm guessing you're senior year too," Seonghwa asked, earning a nod of confirmation.

"How ironic. What if you end up in our class?" Yeosang wondered.

"God forbid," Seohyun shook her head, making them smile despite her remark. "Now, should I leave the cat here, or..."

"Does it have a name?" San asked, rubbing under the cat's chin.

"Uh, no actually," Seohyun faltered when she saw San give her a disappointed look, "I just call her kitty. You can give it a name if you want to."

"I'll think about it," San shifted his arms to hand the cat over to Seohyun, and she took it, placing the cat on her shoulders, waiting until she sat around her neck like she usually did.

"I guess I'll go now," she met eyes with San for the last time, noticing the mole on his eyelid. San nodded, and she muttered an awkward bye before walking past them, cursing at herself mentally for being so awkward with them.

"It's you who got me in trouble, you dumb cat," she muttered under her breath. The cat didn't even bother reply.

The boys watched her leave, and Yeosang finally spoke, "I have a feeling she'll be in our class now. Oh, how the tables have turned."

"Interesting," Jongho smiled, "Does San have a new friend now?"

"The cat? Sure." San smirked.

"Ah, let's see how that changes," Jongho retorted, smirking back.

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Seohyun tried to calm her nerves as she looked at herself in the mirror of the girls' toilet in her new school.

The nerves always got the better of her whenever it was her first day at a school. It usually took her about three days to get comfortable with a new environment. Seohyun sighed as she wiped her sweaty palms on her black skirt, staring at her light brown eyes. She wished she could cover them with her sunglasses so she could avoid the excessive eye contact with humans and ghosts. Sadly, she couldn't do that in class.

She finally took a deep breath and somehow managed to make herself walk to the office, where she met her homeroom teacher, a middle-aged woman. She walked along with her to her class, and the teacher smiled warmly at her as she nudged her to come along.

They entered the class and watched as the boys and girls went back to sit at their seats, the room slowly falling silent. The teacher cleared her throat.

"Good morning class, we have a new student today. Please introduce yourself."

Seohyun, who had been looking down the entire time, finally gathered whatever courage she had and ran her eyes along the class as she finally spoke.

"Good morning, I am Lee Seohyun. I hope we can get along well."

"Alright, why don't you find yourself a seat?" The teacher said and Seohyun nodded, looking at the few empty seats and considering her choices.

Her first priority was to sit as far away as possible. Preferably by the window. There was one empty seat in the furthest row, but it was next to the seat by the window already occupied by someone-

It was one of those boys. She only knew San's name for now, and it was the blonde one. She quickly scanned her other options and decided this was the best for now.

As she made her way, she realized the 8 of them were all sitting around the empty seat that she was about to sit on. San was in front of her, the strawberry blonde on her other side, the rest around them too. She wondered if the seat belonged to one of their friends so she quietly asked the blonde, "Is this seat free?"

He shook his head and she internally sighed in relief as she settled herself, focusing on whatever the homeroom teacher said, trying not to stare holes at the back of San's head, until she left a few minutes later and she slumped back in her chair.

San finally turned, raising his brows, "What a coincidence."

Seohyun shrugged, straightening her skirt. "Ironic, really."

"Is there a reason you changed schools?" The blonde turned towards her, resting his head on his hand as he looked at her curiously.

"Uh," Seohyun hesitated as she tried to recall her excuse for every time someone asked her this, "for convenience. It's closer to home."

"That's an interesting reason to change school," he replied, earning a shrug.

"Maybe she doesn't want to tell you why exactly. Am I right?" San locked eyes with her, his smirk growing.

"Maybe," Seohyun teased back.

"How's your cat?" She heard someone call, and she looked at the black haired boy.

"It's not exactly mine, but it's fine. Probably."

"That's... reassuring. I'm Wooyoung by the way. This is Yeosang-" he pointed to the blonde next to her, "San, and that's Yunho next to you."

She looked at Yunho and he waved shyly. "That's Seonghwa," he pointed in front of him, and when Seohyun nodded, he continued, "The blueberry is Hongjoong, the red one is Jongho, and that's Mingi over there."

Seohyun nodded slowly, looking at them all slowly. "Yunho, Seonghwa, Hongjoong blueberry,-"

"I heard that!" Hongjoong shouted, turning around and making a pout at Seonghwa. Ignoring him, she continued, "San, Jongho in the front, then Mingi beside him, Wooyoung and Yeosang. I got it."

"You're quick," Yunho grinned. Seohyun wished she could tell him that it was because of the several hundred ghosts she had met and had promised never to forget their names.

"So the 8 of you are friends?" She asked, and San nodded. "Why was this seat in the middle empty then?"

"Mingi used to sit here but his eyesight got worse so he moved to the front."

"Well, that explains..."

Their teacher walked in, a man in his 30s, and she found out he was to be her math teacher. At least he's not old and wrinkly, she thought as she took out her notebook.

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The rest of her day was uneventful, except for the break when the boys asked if she wanted to join them but she didn't. She said she had to go to the office, but that was a lie. She wanted to take a breather.

When they left, she looked again at her options. She was already regretting sitting among the group of friends. She was going to be a disturbance to them, or something even worse. She didn't want them to think she was weird. Not yet.

She surprised herself at the thought. Why did she care? She had never cared before. But she told herself it was probably because she had a few encounters with them before and it would be weirder if they found out now. That she was strange. They'd probably stop talking to her very suddenly. That part always hurt her, which was why she always avoided making friends.

Seohyun shook her head and looked at the empty seat in the middle of the room. The spot was out of question. Being in the middle of the room meant she could be surprised from anywhere by those damned ghosts.

Then there was one in the very front with the wall. She could go there, but...

She felt more comfortable here. The spot was perfect. The problem was the boys. They were in for disappointment.

She saw some girls staring at her. They were probably considering if they should talk and make friends with her. But Seohyun was in no mood for friends, so she just put her head on the desk and closed her eyes.

She almost drifted to sleep when she heard someone put something on her desk. She got up and saw that it was San. "We figured you didn't have time for lunch, so."

Seohyun looked from the bread and juice to San, and back at the food presented to her. "Thank you, that's uh... very kind of you?" She looked at San and Yeosang, and they laughed shamelessly at her.

"You don't sound so happy," Yeosang commented and she shook her head, sipping at the juice to prove her point as she said, "No, actually I'm glad, but it wasn't necessary."

They just shook her head at her, smiling as they absorbed themselves in some discussion. Seohyun silently ate the bread, wishing she could disappear because she didn't even know how to thank people properly.

At that moment, Jiwoo the ghost appeared, and Seohyun muttered, "About freaking time."

Jiwoo laughed and said, "I see you're having a good day."

"And I don't expect you to ruin it, so please live up to my expectations for once," Seohyun hissed, keeping her voice as low as possible, but it still made Seonghwa look at her once before he focused back on his friends.

Seohyun sighed. She couldn't write in her notebook now because they would definitely see it. And she couldn't talk. So she just folded her arms as she slowly sipped on the juice while Jiwoo danced around the classroom.

As soon as the bell rang indicating the end of the day, Seohyun sighed in relief. The day was over without any incident. She slowly packed her bag, thinking about her promise to meet a new ghost after her school. It was a girl about her age, and thankfully she understood what school demanded of her, so she had promised to not disturb her.

"You look ready to go to your bed and fall right asleep," Yeosang commented.

"Tell me about it," Seohyun muttered, wearing her bag and making her way out of the class, the boys not far behind.

San watched Seohyun walk as if she was in a hurry but couldn't care less at the same time. She would speed up, then slow down again, and repeat.

"Are you in a hurry?" Wooyoung asked her, falling in step with her.

"Uh, not really. Just can't wait to get home," she said, but her voice didn't match what she said. She sounded the least excited to do that.

"Long day, huh?" Wooyoung said and she finally passed him a smile. "So you know no one at this school?"

"Well," she said, "I am new."

"Well, you can be our friend. Only if you want to."

She stopped in her track, making San almost bump in her, and she muttered a sorry to him as she continued walking again. San decided he would join them now.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

"Not sure you'd like me as a friend."

"And why do you think that?" San looked at her curiously.

Seohyun sighed, "I'm... how do I put it? I don't think I need friends. But that sounds rude. I don't mean to sound rude, it's just... better if you all don't mind me. I'd only be a bother and make everyone uncomfortable."

"We don't mind. We weren't all friends from the beginning. The group grew larger with time."

"And why do you think you don't need friends?" San asked.

Seohyun looked at him, then looked away, trying to avoid his steel gaze. "Not the type of person anyone would like as a friend."

"We won't know until we try though," Wooyoung said and smiled at her, making Seohyun wonder why the world didn't have more Wooyoungs.

"No harm in trying, right?" Yunho, who was behind her, vouched in.

Seohyun stopped to look at the odd group of friends, who were all smiling cheekily.

"You sure, blueberry?" She asked Hongjoong, who gasped in surprise. Yunho laughed out loud.

"If you don't call me blueberry, then why not?"

"Blueberry." Seohyun said and turned to walk away, hearing everyone laugh and make fun of Hongjoong. She saw the familiar figure of the ghost she had decided to meet, and she motioned with her eyes to turn to their left.

The ghost understood and it waited for her to turn left too. Seohyun looked back once at the boys who were now a good few steps behind, and she turned left, hoping no one had seen her, saw the empty road and joined hands with the ghost. She felt the familiar feeling of her heart sinking and her stomach flipping as the ghost teleported her to where it wanted to go.

The boys, who did notice her turning left in a hurry, followed soon after, only to find a very empty road with no where she could have gone or hidden.

"She did turn left. Right?" Mingi asked.

"She did. Didn't she? Or am I losing it finally?" Jongho muttered.

"Maybe it wasn't her?" Wooyoung suggested.

"But it was her. The grey in her hair..." Yunho said. "Maybe she turned right?" He looked at his right, where a few students were walking too.

San had been watching her and he was very sure she had turned left. Where she had gone... was a mystery.

"Strange..."

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"That's... horrible."

Seohyun stood in front of a small house, the white walls glaring back at her. The ghost, a young girl only her age, had just teleported her to an empty alley near this house, which belonged to her best friend. The ghost had just finished telling her how she had died; a road accident by a drunk driver. Since she had died an untimely death, she couldn't do anything about it except mourn over her own death.

"But... people who die in such accidents usually like to make sure justice is served, and get the perpetrator punished. Don't you wanna do that?"

"Oh, I did," the girl pushed her long black hair back, "my parents are doing a good job there, so I wanna let them continue. I don't... want them to know that I'm still here. They should find their peace with all this."

"Wow," Seohyun couldn't help but be amazed at how thoughtful this girl was, "that's very wise of you actually. So what are we doing here?"

"I checked on my friend, Chaeyoung, and it seems like she's not... doing well. I want to somehow let her know that I'm okay. I think that's when I'll be able to move on."

Seohyun, for once, felt actually sorry for the friend. She didn't have a best friend so she couldn't relate, but having someone like that in your life and so suddenly losing them... must be very sad.

"Okay, let's do this," Seohyun said, taking a deep breath and taking off her baseball cap off. She smoothened her uniform and finally rang the bell.

"What if someone else is home, and she creates a ruckus-"

"I checked, she's alone for now." The girl said, and again, she mentally applauded the girl for being so thoughtful.

"Hey, what was your name again? I mean how do I introduce-"

At that moment, a tall girl sporting a bob and puffy eyes fresh from crying opened the door.

"Hi," Seohyun said.

"Do I know you?" Chaeyeong asked.

"You don't, but I'm here to talk to you. I heard your friend recently passed away-" Seohyun paused when Chaeyoung rolled her eyes and attempted to shut the door at her face.

"Wait!" Seohyun said and Chaeyoung paused.

"My name is Soojin." The ghost finally said, and Seohyun looked at her once, catching her nervous stance before turning back to Chaeyoung.

"You might not believe it, but Soojin is here," Seohyun said, and Chaeyoung pursed her lips. "And I don't have all day, so I'll just prove it. Soojin told me some stuff only the two of you would know. How you had a crush on her brother for the longest time, how you want to meet your childhood best friend who's moved to the States, how-"

"Wait," Chaeyoung stepped out, "How- when did Soojin tell you this? Are you Soojin's friend?"

"My name is Seohyun. and I'm sure you've never heard of me from Soojin," Chaeyoung nodded and Seohyun continued, "Soojin is here. She hasn't been able to move on to the afterlife or whatever it is ahead because she can't stand seeing you in pain and blaming yourself because you invited her over to meet with you. She wants you to know that her parents are doing a great job at making sure the drunk driver gets punished, and she wants you to know it's not your fault."

Seohyun watched Chaeyoung's eyes fill with tears at that, and she put a hand in front of her mouth as tears fell, "She's really here?"

"Right here," Seohyun pointed towards where Soojin stood.

"Can't I see her?" Chaeyoung asked, "I want to see her one last time. If I can."

"I'm afraid not," Seohyun sighed, "I don't know if that's possible. But she can see you and hear you right now, just like me. So I'll leave you to say your last goodbye. You can call me when you're done, okay Soojin?"

Soojin nodded and Seohyun went into the little garden in the house to give them some space. She watched as Chaeyoung cried and spoke to her best friend for the last time, falling to her knees. Soojin couldn't touch her, but she patted her head and it was like Chaeyoung could actually feel it.

Seohyun looked up at the cloudy sky. For once, she wished it was sunnier.

After a few minutes, Soojin called out to Seohyun. She awkwardly patted Chaeyoung on the back, and Soojin started speaking as Seohyun told Chaeyoung that Soojin loved her, and yes, it was her who kept sticking their photo back at the wall to give her a sign, and she wanted Chaeyoung to stop talking to the walls because she won't be there to listen to her anymore and that would only make her look crazy (at which Chaeyoung laughed).

"I don't have a best friend, but you guys, you both had something special. And I'm saying this from my self, that I hope you cherish the bond you both had in your heart and really move on. Do what you want to, because life is short," Seohyun said and smiled.

"Thank you. I'll do my best," Chaeyoung wiped the last of her tears.

"She's going now," Seohyun said, "She wants you to smile so that's the last thing she sees."

Chaeyoung smiled as tears fell from her eyes, and Soojin said, "This fool. I told her to smile."

"Stop being so petty, Soojin, she is smiling!"

"What did she say?" Chaeyoung asked.

"She said she asked you to smile, not cry," Seohyun said and Chaeyoung burst out laughing.

Soojin thanked Seohyun for helping her, and she watched as she shut her eyes, and disappeared in an instant.

Seohyun sighed, and Chaeyoung understood. "Thank you, Seohyun. I hope we can meet again?"

"Oh, you don't have to do that," Seohyun shook her head, "I just hope you'll have a good life ahead."

"I feel bad for not doing anything for you, maybe I could take you for some coffee next time?"

"Well, actually," Seohyun looked around, "there is something you can do. Can you tell me where I am? And can you call me a taxi?"

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It turned out Seohyun was actually quite a while from home, so Chaeyoung ended up paying for the taxi because she felt bad for Soojin being so thoughtless when she teleported her here (at which Seohyun admitted Soojin was one of the wisest ghosts she had encountered). About 40 minutes later, Seohyun decided to drop by at a food street, because she was starving.

Seohyun walked through the hustling street, various food carts lining the street, several restaurants and cafes amidst them. She decided jjajangmyeon would do, so she sat alone at the table in the street, waiting for her meal. She was too tired to look at her phone so she just watched the people walking and eating.

She wished Jiwoo was here. Better than having no company. She wouldn't admit it, but she had grown quite used to her company. Jiwoo still hadn't been able to recall her memories of who she was and how she died, and why she was still hanging around. So Seohyun had left her at it.

Seohyun was so lost thinking about Jiwoo that she didn't notice Seonghwa, Hongjoong and Mingi approaching her until they stopped right in front of her.

"Of all the places," Seohyun wondered out loud, not caring how it might sound to them.

"It seems like we were meant to meet today," Mingi said dramatically, and Hongjoong slapped his arm as he said, "It looks like you haven't gone home yet. Isn't it very late?"

Seohyun sat back in her chair, putting one leg on top of the other. "And what do you care?"

"Ah, so that's what you meant when you said people don't like to have you as a friend," Hongjoong said, and Seonghwa gasped at his friend as he scolded him, but stopped when Seohyun laughed out loud.

"Since you're here, are you gonna take a seat or will you be continuing to walk aimlessly?"

"I guess we'll take a seat," Mingi said, and they all sat and decided to order food first.

"Aren't you cold?" Seonghwa asked, as he noticed how Seohyun put her bag on her bare legs.

"I am. But I'm okay," she said, and Seonghwa shook his head as he started to take off his jacket. "Oh please, I'm okay, I'll feel really bad if you do this."

"Nonsense, this is an extra layer anyway," Seonghwa handed her the jacket and she realized it was true; he did have many layers on him. So Seohyun put his jacket on her legs, muttering a thank you.

"So what's your story?" Hongjoong asked, and Seohyun raised her brows as she said, "You first. I'll talk after I have some food."

"Alright then," Hongjoong said, and told her how they all had been classmates since elementary, with Seonghwa and Hongjoong being friends since that time, until Wooyoung and Yeosang who had also been friends joined, then one by one the group grew.

"Interesting," Seohyun said, "And the 8 of you... How do you get along peacefully? I can't even get along with one."

Mingi pfft-ed at her. "We aren't exactly saints ourselves, but with us being 8, it becomes hard to take anyone serious."

Seohyun scoffed, "So the reason you all get along so well is because you all don't take anyone serious."

"Basically, yes," Mingi answered proudly, and food was served. Seohyun hungrily dig in, and Seonghwa scolded her for eating so quick.

"So with Seonghwa as a mother figure of the group," Seohyun began, "I can imagine why there is peace among all of you."

"Ha. ha. Very funny," Seonghwa rolled his eyes but Hongjoong and Mingi laughed, agreeing with her as they said, "She's not wrong."

She watched them bicker back and forth and wondered if this could really work out. They seemed very tightly knit, and she felt like an intruder. She wasn't even sure if they would feel comfortable with her. Why had they even asked her to be their friend?

"It really does show. That you've been friends for a long time," Seohyun commented, fiddling with her noodles.

"It does, huh?" Mingi smiled at her.

"Can I ask you something?" Seohyun said, and they nodded, "Why did you ask me to be your friend? I mean, you guys look okay as you are now. You don't need an extra friend in this group of yours. So why ask, and why me?"

"Well, how do I put it..." Hongjoong wondered out loud.

"You've got good aim," Mingi said, and for a second, Seohyun was lost before she realized.

"I didn't do that on purpose!" Seohyun's eyes were wide, and Mingi told her that he, of course, was joking, But he winked right after, which made her wonder if that was actually one of the reasons.

"Our group needs a girl. There are too many boys." Seonghwa said, and Seohyun raised an eyebrow.

"I'm sure there's no lack of girls in your school."

"There isn't... but they are too... girly?" Hongjoong seemed to think how to put it, and Seohyun folded her arms.

"And what if I am girly too?" Seohyun countered.

"You're just the right amount of weird. Yeosang already clicked so well with you. San loves your cat. You sit in the middle of us. You have no friends. Now you can't avoid it."

"Wow, okay," Seohyun finished her noodles as she thought about what they had said. "And what if... we don't get along?" Seohyun asked.

"We're not exactly forcing you, are we?" Hongjoong asked and she nodded, "If you like to stay alone, then fine. But Wooyoung, it was his idea. And he really knows when a person needs a friend."

"Oh," Seohyun realized what he meant. She looked like she needed friends.

"Plus, we do get along well, don't you think?" Mingi smiled.

"Well, what can I say, except that you'll find me really weird. And okay, I can try. But one day, you're gonna wonder why you even thought we could be friends. You'll wish you'd never asked me."

The three of them stared at her. Seohyun stared back and once again, the three of them burst out laughing.

"We're already regretting. Was it so hard to make friends, Hongjoong?" Mingi asked.

"I don't even remember. Wow."

Seohyun couldn't help but laugh as she thought how it was gonna be. It was true. No one took anything serious.

Maybe they'll never find out about her ghost problems then.

Or maybe they'll never believe her.

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thespacebetweenmoments · 3 years ago

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Hello!! I am here with my next sporadically-written mini fic! This one is based on a prompt by @a-small-bear, who requested Humphrey and Ho-Tan talking and Ho-Tan writing some of his memories down! I really, really hope you like it and that I stuck to the prompt okay 😄💜 if anyone else wants to request anything, just throw it into my inbox :))

Everyone Should Tell Their Story

Characters: Ho-Tan and Humphrey

Pairings: None (except the faintest hint of VexTan but really it’s one throwaway sentence)

Words: 1022

Vibes?: Good, friendly, fluffy, happy

“So, what happened next?”

Humphrey chuckled, a joyful, ringing sound. Ho-Tan had a creeping suspicion that he didn’t get to do it as much as he’d like to.

“Well, Edward—my younger brother, that is—was absolutely soaked. Falling into a lake will do that to you. And my sisters and I, we were all stood at the top of the hill, laughing so hard that I think we actually started wheezing. Ed was fine, of course, although he did get a good telling-off from our parents when they saw the state of him! I suppose that’s what you get for rolling down a hill without looking at the bottom of it first.” Humphrey could hear a faint scratching sound as he finished his tale, but he didn’t pay it too much mind. It was probably just a mouse.

“Strangely,” Ho-Tan laughed, after a pause, “Vex did something similar once. I think Choop called him a scaredy-cat, which doesn’t make sense, because cats are some of our realm’s most fierce warriors… Anyway, Choop called him a scaredy-cat for jumping at loud noises so our Wise Elder Vex, in his infinite wisdom, decided to prove him wrong. He climbed straight to the top of the ledge by our swimming pool and jumped in. He hadn’t realised that we’d leant it to the local pig perfumiers, though, and you can imagine what happened… I couldn’t bear to share his chambers for a week after that!”

Humphrey laughed again at that, and Ho-Tan felt a quiet pride settle in her chest that she’d managed to draw that wonderful sound from him. The two slowly faded into a companionable silence, already friends despite only having known each other for an afternoon, and watched from their window on the top floor as the sun began to set over Button House.

“So, what happened when you married? From what I gather, you were rather young.” Ho-Tan asked eventually, and regretted it almost as soon as she did. Humphrey tensed up, as much as a disembodied head can, and when he spoke his voice was much quieter than before.

“I was. I was only 14, and Sophie was even younger–only 12. We- I- I’m sorry, Ho-Tan, but I’d rather not talk about it, if that’s alright with you. I’m sure one of the others will be able to fill you in.” Humphrey sighed, and Ho-Tan felt her guilt compound.

“No, no, that’s fine! I’ll ask one of them to help with my records-”

“Records?” Ho-Tan cursed her quick tongue.

“Nothing, nothing! Just a Yonderland expression. Say, Humphrey, you surely must have some fond memories of being a wisp- no, a ghost, yes?” If Humphrey noticed Ho-Tan’s haste to change the subject, he either didn’t mind or was relieved enough that he didn’t say anything.

“I certainly have some, although maybe not as many as some of the others. I mean, for starters, Robin and I played a lot of Hide-and-Seek when it was just the two of us. He didn’t mind putting my head back on, see, and he used to love it when I’d chase him around the garden. I could never catch him, though—he had a tendency to get on all-fours and sort of… gallop away! When Mary died, too, the three of us would play sometimes. The three of us saw quite a few dramatic things, as well. Just before Kitty died, they started throwing loads of balls here—something about an eligible young lord, or something…” Humphrey carried on for a while, tone growing happier and more relaxed as he reminisced. Ho-Tan’s hand was beginning to cramp as she tried to keep up with 400 years’ worth of memories, but she persisted. No matter what anyone else might think, this was too important not to write down.

“Oh, and there was that time that Pat taught us all how to play Stuck-in-the-Mud! I fell off straight away and no one had a chance to put me back—which was fine!—but my body managed to get everyone else stuck anyway! I was so proud of that, ‘specially since it was the first time in a while that I was able to join in… Ho-Tan, I’m so sorry. Are you okay? I’ve been rambling on and on for ages without giving you a chance to say anything.” He could hear that scratching noise again, louder this time. “Oh, and do you think there’s a mouse in here? I think I can hear a scratching noise.”

Ho-Tan looked around the room. “No, there can’t be. A mouse wouldn’t fit in here, with the antlers and everything… Or is that a moose? I’m afraid your animals are all the same to me. As for the scratching noise–” she stood, walking over to the windowsill where Humphrey’s head lay. “–I may be able to explain that.” She slid the sheets of parchment she’d been writing on into Humphrey’s view, and he gasped.

“The Life and Times of Sir Humphrey Bone,” he read, choked a little by shock. “Ho-Tan, I- I don’t even know what to say-”

“That’s alright,” she interrupted, “You don’t have to say anything. I just thought your story deserved to be told as much as anyone else’s, but from what I gathered from Alison you’ve never been given the chance to focus on the parts you want to focus on. I’ll give this to Alison, if you like, or I’m sure she’d be happy to put it up for you somewhere. I want everyone to be able to hear your stories, if you’re willing to share them.” Ho-Tan put her hand next to Humphrey’s forehead, in lieu of giving him a hug (or, more likely, a friendly pat on the head). In the reflection of the window, she could just about see his grin.

“Thank you, Ho-Tan. I think that’s the kindest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

“Even kinder than when Thomas agreed to stop using you as a football?” Humphrey snorted at that. Their laughter rang out from the room into the corridors of Button House, and carried on as the two of them talked late into the night.

#this was a lot of fun to write!! thank you for the request!!#scribe elder ho-tan #sir humphrey bone #scribble scribble #a-small-bear

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kaeyas-beloved · 4 years ago

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Hi!

Could I please ask for IkeRev HCs for Ray, Fenrir and Luka. What are they like as Older brothers to a younger sister who’s still a teenager, 16/17 ish?

Thank you!

Ray Blackwell, Fenrir Godspeed, Luka Clemence || Ikemen Revolution

Warning(s): Slight spoilers for Fenrir's & Luka’s route (nothing major tho), maybe some OOCness since I haven't picked up IkeRev in some time - but other than that none (do tell me if I’m wrong though ^^)

Note: Hello! I’m really sorry for taking such a long time to write this (honestly I wrote and re-wrote this a handful of times and I still don't even know if they're that great...)

Still, I hope they’re good enough and that you enjoy them - thank you for requesting!

She/Her pronouns are used to address the reader/younger sister

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Older Brother to Younger, Teen Sister HCs

Ray Blackwell

Ray’s such a calm older brother in the sense that he’s both never intruding in on your personal space & gives you your freedom while still being able to know when he has to step up and protect you (even though he wants to protect you all the time)

Growing up the both of you were close (Fenrir was thrown in that mix too with how often the two boys hung out) But after Ray joined the army, steadily climbing the ranks and you stuck focusing on your studies you guys kind of drifted apart for sometime

You aren’t sure who started it but soon you found yourselves sending each other letters as a way to stay in touch (your letter more often than not having a picture of Belle tucked inside)

The little kitty loves you by the way - you’re his second favourite hooman (it’s cause you spoil him with cuddles), Ray’ll sometimes get jealous when the feline snuggles up to you because he thinks that his own cat loves you more than him

One day though you were walking home from school and passed an alleyway, faintly hearing someone baby talk to something. Curiosity got the better of you and that’s how you found your older brother, cross legged on the dirty street coddling one too many street cats

Though you do travel to that particular spot a lot now (usually as a way to procrastinate destress from school (or simply because you love cats like Ray does)) You’ll also keep them company when Ray can’t

Ray hates it when you go out late at night since anything could happen to you. It nags at the back of his mind a lot, that one day something might happen to his precious little sister and that he might not be there to save you. Old wounds and feelings resurface at the list of possibilities that come to mind.

He doesn’t want history to repeat itself, he doesn’t want to be unable to protect you from danger. So anytime that you visit headquarters and you stay late you either simply stay the night or have an escort take you home. You can choose which option you’d like but Ray’s not taking a ‘no’ as any form of an answer

Calls you dufus just because he can (but affectionately). Might also ruffle your hair and/or pat you on the shoulder

You call him an old man because he can’t stay up past 10PM (Ray’ll then make some kind of comment regarding Sirius and how he’s more of an old man, to which you both laugh until the man himself makes his presence behind you known)

Absolutely the kind of brother to move things you need off a shelf out of your reach before proceeding to walk away with a satisfied smile on his face

Also the kind of brother to tease you about any cute boys/girls/people that he catches you staring at or gushing about (but he’ll stop if you tell him seriously to stop)

Do you like books? Ray likes books. He has a lot of books. Take a book, please he has too many--

If you enjoy reading, Ray is constantly recommending you novels, letting you read them before casually asking you your opinion on certain characters or events when you’re returning it. But even if you're not an avid reader he may still hand you a book or two that he knows you'll enjoy

Like mentioned earlier, Ray is very busy with Army work and such but honestly, out of everyone in the Black Army, he’s the second best person to come to with homework (second only to Sirius). Especially with history. Like, you need the entire history of the Black Army or Cradle? He’s got you, he had to read up on it when he was on the road to becoming the King of Spades.

Really, you could just pop right into his office at anytime, ask your question and Ray will be able to answer without missing a beat before going back to whatever he was doing

You can always come to Ray for anything. Questions, complaints you name it he’ll listen to your woes/answer however he can.

You guys bond over your teacher(s) giving too much homework; Ray reminiscing when he was your age and in high school - he completely understands the struggle (it was excruciating. All the work prolonged the sweet embrace of a good night’s sleep T~T)

There’s someone who’s picking on you? Don’t worry he’ll deal with them >:)

He might not always know how he can help or comfort you since he’s not the best with words when it comes to certain things, but that won’t stop him from at least helping where he can

Will never let anything happen to you -- Ray protects you with his life and he'll use any power he has if it means that you can walk out unharmed, that’s how much he cares for you

Fenrir Godspeed

Fenrir doubles as both your older brother and your best friend

110% flaunts how you’re the coolest little sister a brother could have to anyone that will listen (most of the time it’s the Black Army tho)

Flips between calling you by name, ‘sis’ and any other ridiculous nickname he can come up with (but don’t worry - you have an equally stupid name for him)

Considers you his best buddy (aside from Ray that is)

Fenrir’s also the kind of brother to pat his sister’s head, ruffle her hair, give gentle noogies and shake her around by the shoulders/poke her playfully then go ‘wasn’t me’. Just like these wholesome little things that mean no harm or anything

I also like the idea of Fenrir giving his sister piggyback rides - it's just a nice thought, please don't take this away from me I beg of you T-T

Best bro Fenrir picks you up from school every day, no ifs, ands or buts! Usually, he’ll buy you your favourite sweet/snack and give it to you when he gets there.

Brings Shu Shu along as well and the three of you will talk about what happened at school or anything exciting that may have happened as he walks you either home or to the barracks

You’re both very chaotic + Ray joins in too most of the time. Quite a few pranks happen when you’re at Black HQ (RIP the Black Army when you come over and you three triple team them).

Harmless pranks I promise!

Fenrir may take one of your belongings (a brush, your favourite book or an accessory) and run around the place with the only way of you getting it back is to catch him

There was this one time you snuck tomatoes into his food to see if he’d notice.

Spoiler alert: he most certainly did

After that he kinda ignored you for the rest of the day as payback, pouting and pretending like you weren’t there, saying stuff like ‘huh? Did you hear that?” At the end of the day though he wasn't mad and was able to laugh it off (it doesn’t erase the betrayal he felt tho)

Once in a while you’ll also poke fun at his fear of ghosts, saying off hand that there’s one at the end of the hall, down in the cellar or behind him. You never go too far though - not after the time that a prank of yours left him really shaken. You’ve never seen him so scared in your life and don’t plan to again.

Oliver’s soul nearly left his body when he first met you and learned that you took after your troublesome brother

Fenrir loves helping you with any school work you have cause he likes being a dependable brother for you! …The only problem is that sometimes he doesn’t know how to. Like, he grasps the basic concepts of what you’re talking about, but if you ask him how to calculate acceleration or a parabola he draws a blank - you’ve lost him.

Pls cut him some slack tho he’s trying his best and just the thought alone is sweet 🥺

Compared to his best buddy Ray, the Ace of Spades has quite a bit of free time, which he spends by dropping by the family home where you still live for surprise visits.

Most greetings start with “There’s my favourite sister!” with you adding on “I’m your only sister Fenrir…”

You still welcome him with a smile, open arms and a hug :)

Swears up, down and on his life to keep you and army affairs separate, he’s NOT going to expose his little sister to the violence that comes with his occupation. He stands firm on this decision. This topic is one of the only times you’ll see him actually serious

You’re not stupid though, you know what goes on, and, because of this, every time you hear in passing that the gun crazed Ace of Spades was at it again - launching himself straight into battle - there’s this pang of anxiety that rattles you to your core. You’re sure that there always will be no matter how much times passes

As a sum up - very loving and goofy brother/best friend with the addition of lots of pranks and battle scares 😎✌️

Luka Clemence

You know how in game Luka starts off as kinda cold to MC/Alice? Yeah there's none of that with his little sister

Usually when hanging around her he's most of the time adorning a small smile cause he finds joy in being around her

The relationship you have is a VERY close one considering that, while growing up in the prestigious Clemence household, it was basically you and Luka against the world

Sometimes Luka fears that you’re really lonely back at home because he’s not around as much as he used to be ever since joining the Black Army. Therefore, every week he’s set aside at the bare minimum a whole day (or at least an afternoon/evening) to go visit you - or for you to visit him!

Y’all cooking buddies and I’ll die on this hill

Luka teaches you any and everything he knows about cooking all the way to baking. He’ll even write down recipes for your favourite dishes so you can make them when he’s not there.

Whenever you’re visiting the Black Army and it’s Luka’s turn to make dinner you pitch in and help. He’ll make some of the dishes while you make the others.

The Black Army adores your cooking since you have such a great teacher/brother

Luka lets you hold/pet/feed/take care of Stone. You’re the only exception he makes when it comes to his furry companion

Don’t swear around him he’ll die (that is, after getting told by the other Black Army officers why it's such a bad thing and a big deal)

Lets you hold his sword once but you ended up nearly toppling over because it was heavier than you first anticipated.

Would play the violin for you while you study if you asked him, especially if you bring up that it helps you concentrate better

Sibling fights are non-existent. The only time that there’s a chance of you butting heads is when Luka starts pushing himself too much with training or the conversion involves Jonah

Speaking of the Queen of Hearts--

It’s a constant tug of war between the two brothers on who gets to spend the day with you. Luka’s scowling, Jonah’s pouting and you’re wondering what you have to do to get your brothers to get along (or at least have it where you’re not in the middle of it all)

Very supportive of whatever you want to do with your life. Luka also tells you every once in a while that you can always come live in Black territory or even the barracks when you’re a little older if you want to

All the more should Jonah/your parents ever try to enforce something on you (like some kind of lesson/social norms for Red Territory that you don’t like etc.). Luka will 100% whisk you away into Black Territory to get away from it all, just say the word.

All in all each of the boys are wrapped around their little sister's finger and would do anything to keep her safe and happy :)

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Thank you again for requesting!

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blackmissfrizzle · 4 years ago

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Lucky Ones

Characters: Kevin Atwater x black!reader

Summary: I got another Atwater request. Cuddling him. Just anything soft that gets him to take his mind off his job and a tough day. 🥰 Requested by @my-rosegold-soul

Warnings: Mentions of death, other than that fluff!

A/N: Finally, another Kevin fic. I got more requests for him, so be on the lookout!

When you got the call last night, you knew Kevin needed all the love and affection he could get. It was a little after two in the morning when he called you, telling you, not asking you to pack a bag and that you’re spending the night at his place.

He was rarely in this mood so, you didn’t question him, just followed his request. When he pulled up, you told him you’d meet him at the car. Kevin was having none of that, he insisted on getting out of his warm car to go into the brutal Chicago winter and walk you less than twenty feet from your door to his car.

On the car ride to his house, he kept his hand on your thigh not saying a word. The silence continued, but you didn’t mind. Kevin was too tired to delve into his feelings tonight.

At his house, you waited for him to get out of the shower. Walking into the room with just a towel wrapped around his waist, you had to ignore the tingles in your core. Miss. Kitty Kat would have to wait.

“Baby, you didn’t have to wait up.” Kevin slid into bed, automatically wrapping you in his arms.

“I know. Now go to sleep, you had a long day.” You ordered him while rubbing his back. Soon, you could hear his soft snores and it wasn’t long after you followed him.

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The next morning Kevin woke up to an empty bed. He jumped out of the bed when his brain finally caught up with him. Rushing he put on his sweats and shirt on to go find you.

He finally calmed down when he caught you cooking breakfast. Out of nowhere, he wrapped his arms around your middle and kissed your neck.

“You’re up early.” You continued cooking with the extra weight around you. “Yeah, you weren’t there. I need you in bed to sleep.”

“I’m sorry,” you grabbed one of his hands and brought it to your lips. “We can nap later, but right now I need you to eat.”

Kevin agreed but made no effort to move. “Um, Mr. Atwater, I need you to move so I can cook properly.” It was cute at first when Kevin first clung to you, but now you the heat of him and the stove was beginning to be too much.

Instead of letting go, Kevin clung to you tighter. He needed this close contact, so you decided not to fight him on it. You kept on cooking while Jordan and Vinessa gagged at yours and Kevin’s PDA. They could never get use to the PDA.

After breakfast was finished, you figured Kevin needed a family day. Luckily, the kids had nothing plan for the day, so all four of you could hang out. First, it was a pickup game at the basketball courts. You and Jordan versus Kevin and Vinessa. Let’s just say, you broke a couple of ankles and none of them were Vinessa’s.

Once you and Jordan were done whipping Kevin’s and Vinessa’s tails, everyone worked up an appetite. Lunch was spent at a local mom and pop restaurant, that Kevin worked a case at once. The lovely owner came to give Kevin her thanks again. “Oh, Officer Atwater, is this your wife?”

Kevin looked to you lovingly. “No, not yet Mrs. Harper. She’s giving me a hard time.” The older woman gave you a pointed look. “You’re a lucky one, young lady. You better hop on that.” Mrs. Harper advised as she set down the plates.

“Nah, I’m the lucky one.” Kevin wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kissed your cheek, earning you two, “Get a room,” from his little siblings.

The rest of the day went by quickly. There was no mercy shown from anybody when y’all played Uno and Sorry. Vinessa thought since she was baby that everyone would go easy on her, nope! She got treated like everyone else and she easily got draw 4s handed to her.

After a couple of rounds of the games, it was movie time. Into The Spiderverse was the chosen movie and Jordan and Vinessa regretted the choice once you and Kevin started singing along with Miles to Sunflower. Apparently, it was okay for the teenage character not to know the words, but for two real grown adults, it was big no-no. Anyway, besides that everyone enjoyed the movie.

Earlier that morning, you arranged for Kim to take Jordan and Vinessa to the skating rink with Antonio and his kids. Kim even offered to let them spend the night at her apartment, knowing how much Kevin needed to spend that alone time with you and you gratefully accepted.

Now with the kids gone, Kevin laid on top of you, head on your chest, while you lay on the couch and watch Insecure. “Molly needs her ass beat. Issa is better than me.”

“Thank you.” Kevin mumbled into you. “Hmm,” you paused the show to hear him better. He rested his chin on your chest, peering up at you. “Thank you for everything today. I needed this, especially after yesterday.”

“Wanna talk about it?” Kevin kept quiet as you scratched his head. He had a rule about keeping work at work and home at home. He didn’t want to stain you with the ugliness of his job, but he needed to talk to someone, and his coworkers didn’t offer the same comfort you did.

Your boyfriend remained silent for so long, you didn’t think he would say anything. The both of you were just laid up, letting the heaviness of the situation sit in. Suddenly, Kevin began speaking about the case. A serial killer that loved to torture his victims before killing them. The team was against the clock, to save the latest victim.

From his tone and the way he fumbled over some of his words, you knew this case didn’t have a happy ending, but to hear it from Kevin was heartbreaking. “She, um, she…it was too late when we got there.” His tears began to soak your shirt. “But she was still warm and when I…when I,” he began getting choked up. “It’s okay. Take your time.” You rubbed his back, hoping it would calm him down.

Kevin sat up to move you into his lap, pulling you flush against him. His capable hands went into your hair and he began massaging your scalp, it seemed to help him continue. “When I turned her over, I lost it. She looked like you,” He rested his forehead on your shoulder. “I knew she was dead, but she was still warm and with her looking like she could be your twin, I had to try to revive her. Adam had to pull me off.” As if it was possible Kevin pulled you closer.

“That’s why you were by my side all day.”

“Yes. I needed to keep you close, keep you safe.”

“Kevin, look at me.” You ordered him sternly, but with love. Following your command, you cupped his face. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that, but baby feel this,” you kissed his forehead, “and this,” a kiss to his nose, “and this,” a kiss to his cheek, “and this,” a kiss to his other cheek, “and this,” finally a kiss to his lips. “I’m here. I’m safe. I’m not going anywhere.”

Kevin said nothing, he poured his feelings into the kiss he gave you. Communicating how much he needed and loved you. “How did I get so lucky?” He whispered against your lips. “I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure I’m the lucky one.”

Kevin kissed you once more, nuzzling his nose against yours. “Nah, we both are.”

Tagging: @my-rosegold-soul @chaneajoyyy @ourlittlesecretsoveragain @starrynite7114 @sambucky8 @jackburtonsays @illegalxbae

#kevin atwater #kevin atwater x reader #kevin atwater x black!reader #laroyce hawkins #chicago pd #chicago pd fanfiction #kevin atwater fanfic #black!reader #frizzlesfic #frizzlefic #frizzlewrites

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jcfoxington · 3 years ago

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@sambambucky : “pls... Pastels, Peaches and Pain??? among us first draft??? marvel meets warframe meets a bunch of tumblr posts (it’s not an au!?!??!)

hi jo !!! Pastels, Peaches, and Pain is one of those sambucky wips i have mostly fully fleshed out in my head because of one (1) extreme moment of clarity after a rogue ‘what if’ tangent thought but havent written anything of yet out of restraint / knowing i need to finish at least one of my current sambucky wips before i start it or none of them will get done

this was the rogue tangent thought: “what if Sam is haunted by Figaro’s ghost and has been since he was a kid?”. i’ve changed the ghost cat to not be Figaro but that’s the premise !

i refer to the fic as the cat fic ‘cause the whole plot is based around sam’s ghost cat companion insisting he adopts nat’s cat Liho after endgame and then Figaro later and then [insert redacted because plot spoilers but just know it relates to Alpine]. no im not projecting my feelings about cats idk what youre talking about

here’s some note snippets just for you:

the cat, inexplicably, takes a liking to bucky, which is really annoying bc sam doesnt know how to explain to him that all the oddly soft gusts of wind are actually sam's dead cat insisting on getting pats

bucky getting shade thrown at him by said ghost cat during all of tfatws + them making up (and not out. yet)

starts when sam's a kid & follows him as he grows up w/ a ghost kitty as a companion only he can see & interact with + angst with an undertone of comedy + getting together

he whispers to ghost kitty, who simply mmrrs happily

for the among us first draft thing, what basically happened is i saw this tweet and this video and my brain latched onto these dynamics so hard i had to write about them.

here’s a sketch of my two main imposters, Black (left) and Cyan (right):

and here’s a snippet:

The thing having Cyan pause and stare out at the asteroid field is how the colors stretch to family. When they and Black came aboard, they had thought every crewmember was an adult working on the planet-change project. That the patch of off-white with a black something-pattern-or-shape signified status. In a way, Cyan supposes it does, but just not the way they expected. They had expected it to show what rank an individual held within the hierarchy of the crew, from deckhand to division leader to captain, not to show that you're family of the crew and not actually part of the crew itself.

There are innocents on this ship. Children. It was not something any of them had anticipated, and not something Cyan had been prepared to deal with. They and Black boarded this horrible place to eradicate a threat, believing each and single one of the humans were accomplishes and dedicated to the goal of destroying Cyan and Black's species, and their planet. But, now?

marvel meets warframe meets a bunch of tumblr posts... doesn’t have a wip title or seperate document for itself yet cause it’s been stuck in my ‘story ideas’ document since its creation. so ‘marvel meets warframe meets a bunch of tumblr posts’ is literally just me describing the vibe of an original world gjkerfkds

the world came to be for two reasons. firstly, i want to do make take on a superhero universe because the plot and complete lack of communication in both the dcu and mcu piss me the fuck off. secondly, needed a place to dump ocs with elaborate backstories or fantasy / sci-fi abilities that dont fit into any of my existing worlds

which sounds super competent but trust me, it isn’t. it didn’t gain any solidity at all until i decided to do a personal ‘how different can i make spn castiel look & still retain the same vibe?’ challenge. i have my own cas now

however, the reason i said ‘marvel meets...’ is because i’ve snagged a couple of different things from the mcu, most notably: enemies to reluctant coworkers to lovers, yes our best friend have the same name. no they’re not the same person, secret evil org is controlling the government, and the assassin that tried to kill you several times is now your best friend

warframe was added to the world because i got attached to my Volt build, gave them a name, and have some headcanons idk what to do with because i refuse to interact with that fandom. also because the friend i made through discussing warframe lore + plot dicked me over so it feels Bad to create for

the glue to this whole mess is that one “in every friend group there’s a mean bisexual, an even meaner lesbian, a she/they, a he/they, a himbo, an astrology bitch, a short king, and a token straight” tumblr post. my main group of superheroes ala the avengers consist of these people. the token straight is the only one i havent figured out who is yet

ever since i figured that out ive been throwing story / character ideas and weirdly specific aesthetics from popular tumblr posts into this world’s notes. here’s some examples:

sword grandmas

that trope where someone’s really nice and acts super well-adjusted to society but then they do something super whack and dangerous and you realize ‘oh they’re secretly a little bit insane, actually’

anti-gay group’s leader’s wife leaves him for another woman

superhero who swore to be the best hero [city / planet / solar system / continent / ????] has ever seen ever since he lost his wife. not because she’s dead but divorce just sucks & the hero-to-be is terrible at coping

dishevelled swamp witch

that one person who runs around with an amulet all the time & isn’t aware it’s cursed

an exasperated, tired superhuman assassin running after their husband and their husband's best friend. their husband and said husband's best friend both have wings. chaos ensues (yes, this one is a sambucky post)

ask me about my WIPs!

BONUS:

@sambambucky : #i want to have a coffee and listen to synopses of all of these.... #i miss the discord wow #WRITING TAG #waitttt time jumping dream movie? lmao I'VE READ THIS LIST FORTY TIMES and every time i rediscover something i wanna know about #outfit doodlesss ugh i need to go

couldnt not respond to your tags because they make me go ghrkjfnerknf but in the good way. we miss you too jo !!

the time jumping dream movie was one of the first vivid dreams i had and the whole thing was so stupidly coherent and whacky i had to write it down. it grew plot, a queer love dynamic, weird sci-fi apocalypse elements, anti-military propaganda, questionable science, and a sequel while i wasnt looking and now i just. have to make it a real movie or i’ll combust

outfit djoodlles.png is only on there because my best friend sent me a ‘draw this outfit’ meme and space kitty, my current character brainrot, stole all the outfits for himself. otherwise, that file just sits there until im feeling like designing an outfit or wanna see how a stupid thing looks on my oc patrick

here’s one of the two poses-to-doodle-outfits-on of space kitty ive made so far:

and here’s one of those stupid things on patrick (that then turned into an actual outfit of his because i have no self control):

#.jax speaks #.my art #.my writing #tysm for the interest jo !!!#if you have literally any questions or if youre serious about the synposes thing...#i love rambling abt my stupid brain people #i WILL answer all your questions #even if the answer is 'good question! ive got no clue'#.patrick mortensen #.space kitty #.pastels peaches and pain #.the among us thing #.marvels meets warframe meets tumblr posts #.time jumping dream movie

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kookiebunnii · 4 years ago

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d4u || c’s get degrees

sept. 2018. this is my first time having a class with guk. we like to make bets on things to satisfy jungkook’s competitive instinct and the reward is usually food-related. i guess this quarter will be no different.

pairing: bestfriend!jungkook x reader

genre: slice of life

word count: 2.4k

warnings: n/a

sept. 2018

If there was one thing Jungkook loved, it was competition. You still remember the phase where he’d respond “bet” to anything you said, even if it made no sense.

Let’s have Chinese takeout for dinner. Bet.

Don’t forget your keys like you did last time. Bet.

If you say “bet” one more time, I’ll throw your Widowmaker mousepad out the window. Bet.

He’d always be the one to suggest playing rock, paper, scissors for the last slice of pizza, betting that if a coin turns up heads then you would have to do the dishes tonight instead, or begging you to play some new video game with him so he could 1v1 you over a large sum of five dollars. Maybe it was the adrenaline he craved or the fact that he could rarely find something he was not skilled at. However, after all the years he’s known you, he has realized that he’s finally met his match. You always watch uninterestedly as the coin lands on tails and Jungkook howls in pain over the kitchen sink. Similarly, you grew used to noncommittedly charging him $5.00 on Venmo as he repeatedly demands a rematch because the game was bugged or his character was lagging.

Perhaps the boy was known for being good at everything, but it seemed that luck was always on your side.

Breaking out of your reverie, you watch as Jungkook dashes across the apartment in search for something. While you spread Nutella over a piece of lightly browned toast, your eyes follow his frantic movements in amusement. Biting into your breakfast for the day, you hum happily as the chocolate-y flavor spreads across your tongue.

“What are you looking for e-boy?” you ask before taking a sip of the milk in your cup.

“I can’t find my penny board…have you seen it?” he starts opening all the cupboards one by one, as if his skateboard would be in the kitchen shelf next to the canned spam.

“I hid it,” you casually state, hiding your grin behind a nibble of toast.

He stops in his tracks, looking you dead in the eye before calmly replying, “And why would you do that?”

Brushing the crumbs from your fingertips onto your plate, you skip past him to respond in a chirpy tone, “Every time you used that cursed thing you’ve come back with a new cut or scrape. We’re running out of my favorite Hello Kitty band-aids, so I’ve decided you need a break from your precious board.”

He seems to be ready to retort something back in response, but with one look at his right arm he’s forced to agree that maybe he should rely on his own two legs for the next week or two. Huffing indignantly, he grabs the other piece of toast you’ve left for him on the plate and begins spreading generous amounts of the hazelnut spread while you get ready for class.

Surprisingly, you and Jungkook have the same class this quarter on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Since the two of you were different majors, you never really discussed schedules with him and only ever really asked about his classes to know when you should expect him to be at home. However, it turns out that this class in question is notorious for being an easy pick to fulfill a GE requirement all students had to complete for graduation, so you couldn’t say it was a complete surprise that the two of you were simultaneously enrolled.

Minutes later, you cover your mouth as you yawn at the doorway, watching Jungkook sling his backpack over his shoulder. He freezes, mumbling something that you assume is a list of all the things he needed for the day to ensure that he doesn’t forget anything.

As he does this mental recital, you reach up and smooth out some hair sticking up at the top of his head. He’s rather tall, so you do your best to tip-toe and ensure that the gel in his hair is adequately spread over his brown locks to make him look as presentable as possible—which you admit must be tough for the poor gel product. He flicks you gently on the forehead as soon as he notices you holding in your laughter over this thought.

“I know you’re thinking something funny about me again. Stop.”

You give him your most innocent smile before heading out the door, slipping your earbuds in to listen to your regular “commute tunes” playlist.

After the short bus ride, he gently bumps into your side to get your attention. You pull out your earbuds and give him a questioning look and soft shoulder bump of your own. Based on the mischievous look on his face, you knew that the premonition you had this morning about Jungkook’s competitiveness was a warning sign.

“Since we have the same class this quarter, how about we bet on who will get the higher grade?” he grins happily, his whole body seemingly lit with excitement.

“Are you sure, Mr. Film Studies major? This is a philosophy class,” you quip, watching as masses of students trickle around the two of you like slippery salmon in a never-ending stream.

“It’s not like you’d have an edge either Miss International Business major” he laughs, and you can hear the confident tone in his voice. Jungkook genuinely thinks he has a chance.

How cute.

Right before you two enter through the classroom door, you pull him aside. The confident way he leans back to look at you tells you that he knew you wouldn’t be able to reject his offer. You never backed down on his challenges, and that’s why he liked you so much.

“Loser treats winner to Korean BBQ,” you state plainly, casually glancing down at your phone to check the time. Two minutes before class starts.

“Sure.”

Satisfied, you head into class and look around for two empty seats that were side-by-side. It wasn’t a habit that you were used to, since you rarely had friends in your university courses. However, with Jungkook beside you, it felt like a natural and customary reaction to scan the room for two empty seats instead of one. It was like pulling out two plates for dinner every night, stopping at a bakery when your cravings hit to buy your favorite dessert and a slice of banana bread to-go, or sending him a meme as you scroll through Reddit that you knew would make him laugh. You were unconsciously conscious of him.

The weeks passed like a summer’s breeze, so enjoyable that you’re left awestruck until it’s over. You enjoyed dodging around Jungkook’s questions whenever he struggled with the homework, watching him nap on his notebook while you took lecture notes, and distracting him with text messages when you didn’t want to pay attention in class so that he wouldn’t be able to either. It was almost like high school again, back when you used to be able to spend time with him and mess around in class with the teacher being none the wiser. Before long, finals had come around and you were feeling a little nervous to say the least. Jungkook refused to tell you what he got on the midterm, and by extension his grade in the course, thereby keeping you in the dark. Your grade wasn’t terrible, but you knew that Jungkook wasn’t a complete dummy because he always performed well when he was focused. Free Korean BBQ could do that to a man.

“Do you want to study together?” you ask, finding him laying on the couch and playing a racing game on his phone. You watch as his round eyes focus on the screen intently, waiting for him to blink.

“Sure. I’m not helping you though.”

You laugh, bringing your face close enough that it was right above the phone in his hands. Making weird faces to distract him from his game, you reply, “As if. I’m just checking to see how behind you are in this class.”

He finishes and tosses his phone on the tabletop. Looking at you disinterestedly, he pinches one of your cheeks and gets up when you wiggle out of his grasp. It looks like he’s going to get his stuff, so you head into your own room to prepare your books for a productive study session.

One of the highlights of your university was its library. You always came here to study instead of studying at home or going to a café. Being at home was sometimes distracting, especially when you could hear Jungkook roasting his team over voice chat well into the late night. Given how much you were consuming at your new barista job, you also decided to avoid places with delicious pastries, lest you wanted more feelings of disappointment during your next weigh-in at the doctor’s.

Finding a table with space for two, you sit down and begin pulling all of your supplies out of your backpack. Your enjoyed studying with a particular organization of notes and texts, so you had your favorite animal post-its on hand. Using them to indicate the beginning of your lecture notes, you begin going through what you’ve written with a light yellow highlighter. After doing this for a few pages, you peek at Jungkook’s work to find him doodling in the margins.

Leaning over, you draw a cute stick figure pointing to Jungkook’s doodle in awe. To get the full effect, you include a speech bubble of the character saying “WOW!”

He smiles before giving your stick figure a gorgeous mustache and top hat.

Surprisingly, the two of you get a lot done that day. You expected to be consistently distracted, but Jungkook kept to himself whenever he was really focused. Maybe he was always like this with studies he was interested in, but either way you quite liked how focused he was being. His wide eyes were trained on the text in front of him as he absentmindedly tapped his pen against his cheek in thought. Once in a while the pen tilts dangerously close to his mouth, and as you catch him proceeding to take an unconscious bite of the cap, you pull his hand away in alarm.

“You have a habit of putting things in your mouth. Perhaps you’re into that, but for your health let’s not,” you chastise, pulling the pen out of his grasp and tapping him on the head with it.

Grinning, he proceeds to try and bite your shoulder. You almost screech in alarm at his attack before remembering that you’re in a very public library with students already taking notice of the way you were practically falling out of your chair in horror. Clearing your throat and straightening your jacket, you give Jungkook a dirty look before turning away to focus on your textbook again.

Finals turned out to be much easier than you anticipated, which matched up to the past experiences you’d gathered from previous students of the course. It was clear to you that you and Jungkook had over-studied, but what captured your interest with greater intensity was the final grade in the course. As you happily noted the bright 97.6% flashing back at you on the screen, you could practically taste the yummy samgyeopsal on your tongue. Guess what makes food even better? When it’s free!

You slide over to Jungkook’s room and peek inside, hoping he wasn’t in the middle of a game. Luck finds you again when you witness him exiting out of the League of Legends application on his setup and spinning around in his bright orange gamer chair to greet your new intrusion. He quickly pulls his headset off to hear you better, to which you respond by diving face-first onto his bed and rolling up in his blanket like Y/N burrito just to bother him. When he makes a sound of annoyance and begins prying the sheets off you, you know you’ve attained your goal and begin helping him unravel you.

“What do you want?” he prods you off the bed so he can redo his sheets.

“Have you seen your PHIL grade yet?” you begin pretend-boxing with his back as the punching bag. He doesn’t seem to like this very much either, because he quickly spins around and grabs onto your fists to stop you.

“I have. Guess you’re taking me to KBBQ tonight?” he tries to tickle you out of spite, but you know he’s in a good mood. You’re rarely this playful with him, preferring to silently annoy him or treat him more like a troublesome younger brother to look out for. But what can you say? A free dinner peaks your mood.

“What’d you get then smartass?”

He pretends to think for a bit with his hand on his chin, “You first.”

Confidently, you stand up to him and puff your chest out in pride while jabbing his chest with each digit that comes out of your mouth.

“97.6% baby. Anyways, there’s this new spot 15 minutes away Luce told me about, I think you should treat me there-”

“Hm, 97.7% here baby,” a smirk sliding easily across his features as he mocks your previous tone, “What was that about a new place?”

Wide-eyed, you demand to see his grade on the university’s portal page. There’s no way this slick kid managed to get a higher grade than you…especially by a tiny percentage point! He’s got to be joking, maybe betting that you wouldn’t actually fact-check his claims or something…

Alas, as he shows you his screen while laughing in crazed triumph, you feel like breaking his obnoxious rainbow-lit keyboard as he runs around his room doing victory laps. You always thought luck would be on your side, especially when it came to studies, but perhaps you had used up all your free passes this year.

Breezing past him, you head to your room to find a light coat for the evening and your car keys. Jungkook seems to find that following you as you complete this task is entertaining, because you have to try your absolute best not to look at him as he tries to get your attention by making his typical crackhead expressions.

“Put on one of your weeb hoodies with the anime chicks and let’s go.”

“Wind out of your sails Y/N?”

He grabs you by the shoulders in an attempt to spin you around, but one well-aimed knee to the balls later, Jungkook seems to enjoy lying on the floor clutching his precious package more than teasing you with his antics.

Mental note: never make a bet with Guk again.

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allaboutprincessdeerpression · 3 years ago

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Fixed it.

Kathryn Rose Outlaw/ Kent Rose Outlaw ❤️||Fem/Fluid/Poly||29||Pan||Taken/Engaged||He/she/they|| ❤️ A sweet Blue haired (dye now and again) person who just wants to make friends. i draw anything from romantic pairing art to concept art of my ocs and characters i like from shows and movies! if you wanna chat just add me on Discord -Tech-Sexual-#1092 i don't bite (No drama please) Name: Kat, Kent, Kitty/Kitten (to the ones who are dating me) Age: 29, Jan 10th Gender: female Sexual Orientation: Anyone (pansex) Status: Taken Personality type: INFP-T Sign: Capricorn About me: Star wars - Overwatch - TF2 - Dead by daylight - Fallout - Zelda - ||𝘍𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭||𝘛𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘴||𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘴 &𝘋𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴||20'𝘴-90'𝘴| |𝘗𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯||𝘍𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘺||Like a loser||𝘐𝘯 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘝𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯|

Artist since i was 4 years old, i love making friends and drawing so lets be friend let's hang out! i have been drawing since i was 4 years old and it's only grown from there, i love to do new things when it comes to my craft, i can be sensitive but I'm a no none since kind of person. I'm not the type to sit and let others walk all over me.

Kathryn Margeurite Clark/Will fuck anyone who enables me and strikes my ego/In the middle off trapping a sugar daddy/ Please think I'm woke

A manipulate cunt who just wants to surround herself with enablers. I draw smut and FCs for said smut.

Here's my discord so I can never talk to you unless I need to whine about people calling out my bullshit and how my life is soo haaarrddd while buying hundreds of dollars of OCs Ill never use and you struggle to keep your bills paid and your cabinets stocked.

Name: Kat, unless we're 'dating then call me the most cliche pseudo kinky pet name to ever exist so I can pretend I'm not a gross NEET.

Age: Too old to be doing the shit I do.

Gender: female, which contradicts what I previously said lmao

Orientation: Anyone because it makes me look so woke but the fact I've only ever dated men then my bestie only AFTER he transitioned says different. Please notice the token f/f sona ship art I've done maybe twice in my art career though, it totally counts!!111 I'm so woke!!

Personality type: manipulative, spoiled woman child.

Sign: Red Flag

About me: fandoms are my personality. Im not like other girls.

Feminine/Too lazy to keep up on my appearance so Iclaim it's my masc side and call myself fluid/

I love finding new people to manipulate and use until they've served their purpose then I stop talking to them or move accounts without telling them. Just check my previous profiles and lists of 'friends' who I no longer acknowledge. So let me befriend you so I can whine to you and use you for sympathy and art!

I've grown since I started at age four but by grown, I mean I've learned how to steal in less obvious ways. I love to learn new ways to rip people and their ideas off. Im a womanchild, a drama queen if you will, and I will throw a fit if I don't get my way and act like its my way of being a big tough girl. Im also illiterate and couldn't be bothered to look up the word "nonsense". I live when people walk on me because it gives me so much victim points to use!! But I'll pretend to be a hardened tough girl about it so I can keep alive my Manic Pixie Dreamgirl facade. Im actually quite lazy, spoilt and entitled.

My specialty as an artist lies mostly within conceptualism, more specifically, character design. As a child, it was my dream to want to be able to create characters like the ones I saw in order to inspire others as they did me. Since then, my interests have broadened to an almost infinite span, and I'm learning new tricks of the trade every day.

I fancy myself a character designer but almost all of my characters were bought from actual character designers with taxpayer money that should be going to my bills and wellbeing. When I do bother to make something myself, it's typically ripped off from someone else's idea.

As a child, I wanted to come up with interesting characters and inspire ideas in others but I'm only about as creative as the next art and OC thief, but so long as I'm not being discovered, I can delude myself into thinking I've contributed anything of value to the fandoms I hop through.

Speaking of, I join and leave fandoms depending on quickly I become bored of whichever Canon male I ship myself with, so don't ask me anything substantial about the actual franchise because I'm just here to fuck the main guy. I learn new ways to rip off ideas and flat out trace without being immediately detected every day and will keep doing so even if I get banned from every site for being a remorseless thief.

#submission

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yourdeepestfathoms · 5 years ago

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Baby Moon

(Read Anne as Courtney!Anne)

Word count: 2959

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The queens first found her outside in their backyard seven months after their reincarnation. It was the middle of the night, they were watching a movie, and the full moon was out, bathing the city in hues of sterling and glimmering grey. And there, in their backyard, stood a naked girl with her head towards the glittering black sky.

She was paler than any person they’ve ever seen, as if the moonbeams had zapped all the color out of her skin and then bleached her with its own light. Her hair was the color of washed out gold, with only a few brown roots weakly reaching out from her scalp. If you were to cut open her wrists, they were sure her blood would come out silver.

The queens watched her from the windows and back door for a long time. They theorized that this girl was another reincarnate, but they had all been clothed when they came back, along with the ladies in waiting. Plus, it had been raining and day time. The night was clear with not a single cloud in sight.

Where had she come from? Who was she? What did she want?

So many questions ran through their mind, but only one thing kept blaring in Kitty’s over and over and over again.

Monster.

The girl outside doesn’t move. She just stays very still and keeps her head angled up to the moon. Rays of light were cascading down her back and rear and legs like a silver and white waterfall, painting her entire bare body with the essence of the night.

“Should we call the police?” Cathy asked nervously. Her hands were winding in the hem of her shirt like they did when she was worrying over something.

“She is trespassing,” Cleves agreed.

“No, wait,” Aragon said. “She isn’t doing anything wrong.”

“Aside from being naked on our property,” Jane muttered under her breath.

“I’ll go see what she wants.” Aragon said.

The others protested, but she assured them everything would be fine. However, she still brought a kitchen knife outside with her just to make them feel a little better.

Slowly, so slowly, Aragon crept up to the stranger. When she got closer, she could see the moonlight dripping into her skin, sinking into her back, melting into her chest. The others might not have known yet, but Aragon knew just looking at this girl—she was moonborn, called out only by the power of the moon.

That word, moonborn, made no sense to Aragon at the time. She had never heard of such a thing before and it sounded like a silly title pulled right out of a children’s tale, but something in her head told her it was important. It was important, but it would soon become the cause of great pain nobody would ever be able to fathom.

Aragon took another step forward and gently touched the girl’s shoulder; her skin was as cold as ice.

“Hello?” She called out. “Who are you?”

The girl shuddered under her hand. She turned around very slowly and Aragon gasped at the silver moons that blinked back at her.

———

The moon child asks to be called “Joan.”

It is difficult to communicate this at first, but then Aragon allows her to write it. Even when the color she chooses is bright chartreuse rather than the standard black, she doesn’t stop her. She’s been allowing her much recently.

———

Music is not a foreign thing to the moon child, although she was always lost in a tangle of thoughts and objectives. It‘s easy for chattering and scratching and flipping of parchment to drown out a melody, but it‘s easier for a weary body to absorb it.

It’s not the moon. It does not heal; it doesn’t even provide the respite that a bed does. But it is soothing, and it makes a rumble of something warm rise in her chest.

(She likes to rumble and trill and coo along to music, not really singing, not really vocalizing, but just following with soft noises of her own.

Kitty called it “alien speak.”

She stopped soon after that.)

For that, it is enough. Joan bows her head in gratitude after every rehearsal, thanking whoever was singing for the moment of peace. Sometimes she says it out loud, in her weak, creaky lunar voice. Other times she just smiles gratefully.

Aragon and Anne don’t seem to mind her silence. The moon child thinks they might even like her, just as she likes them and their songs. Even when the dark matter of Joan’s being weeps through the cuts in her skin and her bow is more akin to a slump, they still sing to her, even though she cannot answer their concerned glances.

But Kitty and Jane think she’s broken.

“Why doesn’t she speak?” Jane would ask, pleasantly pretending like she wasn’t in earshot. “We all spoke pretty easily after reincarnation. It’s been a month and she’s spoken, what ten words? But for some reason, she can learn several songs on a piano easier instead?”

“I don’t think we left her out in the moonlight for long enough,” Kitty would titter, and she would know that Joan was nearby. That’s why she said those things—to make her feel bad. “Or maybe aliens aren’t just suited for life on earth.”

Joan starts talking more, after that. She says things like a normal person and not a reincarnated lady in waiting from five hundred years ago that was strangely born from the moon. She acts normal, acts how she should, and acts the way people want her to be.

———

The moon child understands how goodbyes feel now, even if she’s not accompanied by a headless corpse or a weeping mother that’s foaming at the mouth.

Beyond that, she understands what it means to be taken by something, be it sickness, or power, or fear. Or grief. That one, too, will make you its own. That one especially.

Is her entire being not proof of that?

In the end, it is not just the river’s waters lapping at lonely London shores, having foreshadowed this weight. It is not just the mist of essence fading in the place of a friend. It is not just her mother and father, warping and vanishing in a strange, confusing dance. Not just her queen that bore a gown as silver as her eyes, resisting in the face of her own realization that the lunar being belonged to her more than the hot pink fiend. Not just the moons that gave her life.

It is so much more.

It is everything she cannot have and everything she does not want to do. It is frustration and selfishness and bitterness. It is want.

The moon child wants so badly. She wanted for her brother, and so she took what she could of what he gave, and built herself a name out of a throwaway title. She wants so badly for more of him, even if it means fighting. She wants back the little moments of closeness with anyone at all, moments she hadn’t thought to hold onto back when she was still under the illusion that she could keep them, keeping getting more of them.

How easy would it be, to solve things without just the cry of a voice if she hadn’t been destined to be silent and unloved?

How much easier, to bring life to fading hope and provide friendship for others? For herself?

She wants painfully for the small things like the shinier markers at the store, like the odd affectionate touches John used to give the top of her head. Like Aragon’s humming or Anne’s hugs or Jane’s forehead kisses or being one of the players in the theater games Cleves will start up or someone that inspires Cathy to create a character after her in one of her books. She even wants to get one of Kitty’s weird head bumps just to know she was important enough to receive one. She wants to hang out with Anne and Aragon more often because they tell stories and she likes that, and she wants the other ladies to accept her as one of them and not shun her as a creature of night that just so happens to know how to play piano.

But just as with the rising of the sun, none of this want means anything at all.

———

This much is clear: the moon child is a being of wanting. And she is regret, too, born of night and darkness, tucked and shaped into a frame too small to hold all this need. It is no surprise when the hairline fractures grow into cracks, nor when the cracks widen into gaping holes where the flesh has begun to collapse.

Joan is collapsing.

———

It gets easier to speak and act like everyone else as the days go by, but the jealousy and longing grows with it. She’s talking normally, but she’s envious all the time. She laughs and smiles and does everything as she should, but she’s always itching for affection.

The moon child begins to do things. Not bad things, just—things. Painting, for one. She thinks that if she makes presents for people then they’ll start to like her more, and it works for awhile, but then everyone just gets used to her offerings. Nobody hangs them up, unlike the art of fans, which get to be put up regally on bulletin boards and the sides of mirrors and on tables. Jane and Cathy even had their Instagram profile pictures as drawings some fans made for them.

But all of Joan’s paintings and sketches and colorings were pushed aside, tucked away inside drawers and crumpled up in purses to rot away into nothingness.

Nothing. That’s all they’ll ever be. And it’s all she’ll even be, too.

———

A bassist was sitting by one of the windows, staring dejectedly at the rain droplets pattering on the glass. The moon child notices when she’s making copies of some sheet music. When the bassist notices the moon eyes drilling into her, she turns away from them.

“Go away, Joan. Allow me to wallow in my own misery in peace.” She mutters harshly.

Joan would have left, if it weren’t for a nagging feeling in the back of her head telling her to stay. She stands right where she was. Bessie raises her head.

“What are you doing? Leave. Go away. I have nothing for you. Go back to your music director business or whatever. Chase after Jane for the hundredth time for all I care. Just leave me alone.”

There was another job to be done, but Joan wasn’t sure what it was exactly. Bessie just repeated for her to leave the longer she stood. Again. Again and again and again. When the moon eyes refused to move, the bassist’s voice got increasingly more frustrated.

“Do I have to escort you out myself?” She hisses, standing and glaring deep into those pools of liquid silver.

Joan shook her head.

“Then what are you doing here?”

She doesn’t know.

“Let me be depressed in peace!”

Still there.

“Do you not understand what I’m saying?” Bessie opens her hands like they were claws.

Joan still stares at her.

“I am not going to fight you, if that is what you are looking for. This is hardly an appropriate place.”

Joan wasn’t looking for a fight. No, there is something else.

“If you are looking to gloat, just get it over with already!”

She isn’t there to gloat.

Even when Bessie drew her arm back, she still did not leave.

“Why are you still here?! It’s not like you care!” Bessie yells, flinging something nearby—a picture frame. It barely brushes Joan’s arm, and explodes into a cloud of glass against the wall.

Bessie was prone to aggressiveness and anger, but she would never attack so sloppily and so carelessly.

She wasn’t herself.

“Get…get out of here…”

Bessie’s voice cracks, crumpling to her knees. She hunches over on herself taking in a shuddering breath. Her shoulders began trembling as her entire frame was wracked with irregular shaking. High-pitched sobs emanate from her.

She wasn’t okay.

Joan took a small step forward. She wasn’t like Bessie, but maybe she could be like her for a little bit. There was quite a noticeable size difference between the two, but that wouldn’t be a problem.

Joan kneels behind her, wrapping her arms around the bassist. She felt Bessie freeze up, breath hitching for a second. She squeezes a little, rests her chin on the older musician’s shoulder, and closes her glittering eyes.

A hug. Would that make her happier?

The sobs became quieter. Joan remains crouched and hugs her, letting her grieve. She wants to say something, anything that might bring her more comfort, but the most she could do is hug her a little more and hope that it brought her some happiness like it did long ago.

After an unknown amount of time, she finally stops, slowly pulling back.

“Joan…?”

Joan responds in that silent way of hers, tipping her head in a form of recognition.

“Why did you do that…?”

“Affection makes people happier.” Joan verbally answers. She wants to ask if she was happier.

“You know...people—Jane and Kitty— said you’re just an empty monster...you’re supposed to leave. You’re not supposed to care.” Bessie mumbles, head hanging down. “You’re not supposed to care about anyone…so why did you stay? Why did you hug me? Why me? Why? I just-“

A tear was dripping down her left cheek, almost as silver as those moon eyes staring down at her with so much concern and longing. She rears back when Joan tries to touch her again.

“You’re not a monster, are you…?” Bessie whispers. Joan stares back in silence. “You’re not a monster at all. You’re none of those things. You’re...you’re good.”

———

“I know you're angry-” Jane was saying to the creature of night after yet another painful rejection. “But with how you were created-”

“Born.” The moon eyes burn. “I was born. And I've committed no crime by existing.”

———

Anne watches the moon child sitting at her side. She had come over to the queen’s house for a reason she couldn’t quite remember, but was now stuck inside due to a raging blizzard. She sat on the couch in the living room, on the opposite end of Anne, like she was afraid her presence would taint the queen with an infectious black matter.

What did she want?

The moon child brought her legs up and folded them against her chest slowly, as if through water, her joints stiff.

“It’d be better if I weren’t here.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

That made Anne blink. “Of course not.”

“You hesitated.” She brought her face close to her knees, letting her too light hair fall over her too shiny eyes.

Stop doing that. Stop reaching out and then pulling away. Can’t you see I’ll do anything you want, if you’d just tell me what that is? What do you want?

Anne lifts her head a few inches, stretching out the sore spots in her neck.

“Joan, come here.”

Joan remained curled into herself.

“I will not ask again.”

That seemed to work better. Joan shifts sideways, drawing closer to her former queen. Her shoulders jolted a little as Anne wrapped an arm around them, pulling the two against each other. And then, she was tugging the awkwardly scrawny and small moon child into her lap.

(Where she belonged.)

“I will protect you,” She chose her words carefully. “To the best of my ability.”

That didn’t seem like a good place to leave off. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“I can’t be everything you want,” She continued, softer. “I can’t be Jane. But I’m here. And I want to take care of you, darling.”

She watched Joan’s head on her chest rise and fall with her breaths. A few beats pass before a small hiccup sounded from the lunar girl.

There were a few more hiccups that built up before they erupted into sobs, Joan’s shoulders heaving as they wracked through her. Loud whimpers and whines filled the air as Anne ran her fingers through the thick blonde tangles, rocking the poor, lonely moon child in her arms.

Joan cries steadily, head buried in her chest. Anne realizes that she didn’t even mind that a mess was being made down the front of her shirt.

Eventually the cries settle down, mixing together with the dull white noise of the television before fading off. Joan calms in her arms, snuggled up nicely, and it only gets better when Aragon joins their cuddle on the couch. Both queens hold the moon child, not caring about what anyone had ever said about her being wrong or weird or messed up compared to the other reincarnates. To them, she was perfect.

Their love filled Joan like the moonlight did. She had never felt anything so wonderful. She fit perfectly in their arms, like she had always belonged there.

And then, there was the gawker by the staircase. Joan could feel Kitty’s congealing resentment even from a distance. She could also feel Aragon and Anne’s love again, already half detached from everyone else, including the youngest of the bunch—Anne’s baby cousin. But Anne was just ready to give all her love to the moonborn pianist, not a distant family member born of daytime and rain.

Sorry, Katherine, Joan thought, settling back into the warmth and affection. Out there is my moon. And these are my mothers. And you will never be a part of that world.

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otonymous · 6 years ago

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Afternoon Delight (MLQC Lucien - NSFW)

Description: Your afternoon date with Lucien takes an unexpected turn. Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised. Spoilers for the “Afternoon Date” with Lucien, NOT for the main plot Word Count: 2732 words (~14 mins of smut) AO3: read here Author’s Notes: I recently started playing Mr Love: Queen’s Choice and am now completely addicted to this game. I absolutely love it, especially Lucien’s character. So in order to quench my Lucien thirst, you know I had to write some smut. This story is a variation on Lucien’s “Afternoon Date.” The lines marked with an asterisk were taken directly from the game. Please keep in mind that at the time of writing, I have only reached Chapter 5 in the game, so apologies to all the readers who have advanced much further if Lucien seems out of character. Happy reading!

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It was wholly irrational, the anger that had you seeing red when you caught a glimpse of the girl in his office. She had the annoying habit of twirling her hair around one finger, biting onto her perfectly glossed lower lip as she stood just a bit too close to Lucien for your taste.

Yes, it was irrational indeed, considering how everything about his body language indicated in no uncertain terms that he wasn’t interested in the slightest.

Yet somewhere in the back of your mind, you entertain the possibility that it wasn’t red that you saw, but the vivid, verdant green of jealousy. As much as Lucien remained an unreadable mystery, you could not deny the irresistible sway of his attraction, whether or not he was aware of the power he exerted over you.

Sharp eyes with their fathomless depths. Baritone laughter, all at once smoky and sweet like burnt caramel. White lab coat stretched over the broad musculature of back and shoulders.

Everything about the man was mesmerizing.

“Don’t be so afraid of me,” he had asked of you that day while seeing you home from the shoot.

His request had given you pause then as it does now, hiding behind a pillar outside his office like an overgrown child. Was it fear that Lucien had sensed in you that day? You weren’t sure at the time, but the unpleasant emotions currently churning in your gut shed new light on your predicament.

No, you did not fear Lucien. Quite the contrary. In this day and age where courtship was a game of smokescreens and ulterior motives, it was rare for someone to be as upfront with their feelings as Lucien was. While refreshing, you never really knew what to say in response, so preoccupied were you with hiding the heat that crept onto your cheeks whenever he behaved that way.

Perhaps the only thing that gave you pause was how deeply in love you would inevitably fall with Lucien once you owned up to the truth. And if your reaction to seeing that girl’s attempt to flirt with him were any indication, you were already in way over your head.

So much so that you it took you a moment to realize you were crushing the box of cream puffs in your hands, a gift you had made to thank him for helping with the shoot. You gasp audibly, quickly relaxing your grip while hoping its contents were still intact.

“And who do we have here?”

You startle at the sound of Lucien’s voice by your ear and quickly look up to see the man leaning against the pillar, the striking features of his handsome face hovering mere inches away from yours. And in the background, your peripheral vision catches the girl shuffling away from his office, head hung in dejection.

“Oh, Professor Lucien! What a coincidence! What are you doing here?”*

Stupid! Stupid! You didn’t realize how dumb you sounded until the words already left your mouth.

“This is my research centre…of course I’d be here. A “coincidence” indeed.”*

“I…I…,”* stammering, you briefly glance around for a hole big enough to crawl into and found, much to your dismay, that there were none. Luckily, ever the gentleman, Lucien saves you from your own embarrassment.

“And since it’s such a coincidence, why don’t you come in?”*

Straightening up to his full height, the man gestures towards his office with an outstretched arm, the other falling around your shoulder to gently but insistently usher you inside.

The door locked behind him with an audible click, but you were already too enthralled with the view of the impeccably landscaped campus from his office to notice.

“Take a seat.”

Despite the soft tone of his voice, there was no mistaking the command, and you were suddenly hyperaware of the subtle notes of musk and cedar wood in his cologne as Lucien perched on the edge of his desk, long legs so close they almost touched your knees.

“Shall I assume that part of the reason for your visit pertains to that box in your hands?”

“Oh, yes! These are cream puffs that I made to thank you for your help…”

Your words dropped off as you lifted the lid to proffer the desserts to Lucien, so mortified were you to find that they did not survive your overzealous death grip from earlier. The battered puffs lay in a messy pool of cream.

“I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize I crushed them! I swear I’ll make it up to you another way!”

Lucien stared at the contents, his face an expressionless mask.

Great. First, he finds you hiding behind a pillar like a stalker. And now you can’t even manage to deliver cream puffs intact! Surely you must’ve been mistaking Lucien’s kindness for more amorous advances…

The sight of him dipping his index finger into the cream and bringing the elegantly tapered tip to his lips brought an abrupt end to your internal monologue, for you found it entirely impossible to focus on anything else besides how incredibly...erotic he looked. And in the back of your mind, you wondered if Lucien could see the flush rising to your cheeks as surely as the heat gathered at your core.

“Don’t apologize. It’s delicious. Care to try?”

That finger dipped back into the box to reemerge with a dollop of cream. Bending forward, he brought his finger so close to your lips you could smell the fragrant sweetness. You shifted in your chair, feeling your nipples harden beneath the lace of your bra as you shyly peeked your tongue out to seek that flavour, licking at his finger like a kitten lapping milk.

Lucien swallowed, and your eyes were drawn to the bobbing motion of his prominent Adam’s apple, silently wondering how he would react if you were to run your tongue up and down the length of his throat instead.

“What do you think? The flavour is…rather tantalizing, isn’t it?”

Your eyes flit back to his face, breath catching in your throat to feel the pad of his finger tracing the contours of your lips. And when the tip pushed insistently into the warmth of your mouth to gently stroke your tongue, you are so surprised you cannot help but nod obediently. Lucien smiles, eyes intense as he says,

“Make sure to suck it clean. We don’t want to waste a drop of something so precious, now do we?”

Has his voice always sounded so low and husky?

You could already feel your back arching, instinctively lifting your chest towards Lucien. Then suddenly, he pulls back, finger leaving the pucker of your lips with a slight pop to break the spell. Or so you think, until that same digit disappears back into his own mouth for a moment before he adds,

“The taste is dangerously addicting. I’m afraid my appetite for this sweet treat may prove insatiable.”

You press your thighs together beneath your skirt, the damp satin of your panties clinging so uncomfortably to your skin you wished for nothing more than to be rid of them. Unable to withstand the heat of his gaze any longer, you push up off your chair and wander over to the windows, feigning interest in the sight of the campus to take your mind off the question of how well-endowed Lucien was beneath his dress pants.

“You have a beautiful office. I love this view.”

You cringed at the sound of your voice, so meek and strangely foreign to your own ears. And from behind, you heard Lucien approach to stand much closer to you than that girl in his office ever hoped to achieve with him.

“Don’t be so afraid of me.”

There was that line again, except this time it was delivered against the shell of your ear. Your knees shook so badly you were afraid you would buckle and fall. Seeming to sense this, Lucien brought his hands up to your bare arms, palms running soothingly up and down their lengths as his fingers grazed the capped sleeves of your silk blouse.

“I would never do anything to hurt you.”

His whisper is so soft, so sincere, that you cannot help but turn your head to look at him. And when you find that gorgeous face a hair’s breadth away, close enough for you to inhale the last breath of his exhalation, your lips naturally find his, open and ready.

Mint and a hint of sugar. The taste of Lucien was delectable and you became ravenous, tongue sliding against his in a fervent exploration of his mouth.

He responded in kind, his kiss masterfully seductive in a way you had never experienced before — intense one moment and gentle the next, drawing back and pressing forth in a teasing dance that enticed you to give chase after those lips which inevitably drew into a smile once caught.

Solid chest at your back, his hands inch towards your stomach, fingertips tracing languid circles on the swell of your hips before they make their way below the waistband of your pencil skirt, the silken slide of the blouse against your skin as it came untucked leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“Ahh, Lucien…”

His name rolls off your tongue as his hands roam hot on the skin beneath your blouse, seeking the knowledge of every dip and curve. And when his fingers tug on the cups of your bra to gently knead the supple flesh within, he presses you up against the window, Lucien’s arousal hard and evident as he whispers into the nape of your neck,

“Do you trust me?”

You were well aware that this may become a decision you regret days or even weeks later. You had only recently met Lucien, and while you knew of his professional activities, the subject of his personal life was as much of a mystery as the man himself.

Yet you couldn’t deny that instinctively, you did trust Lucien, that you believed him wholeheartedly when he said he would never hurt you. Perhaps it was naïveté, but you also couldn’t deny the fact that every fibre of your being called out for his touch. There was no stopping this now.

Placing both hands upon the glass to steady yourself in anticipation, you replied,

“Yes.”

With a grip strong and sure, Lucien pulls your hips towards him, hands slowly sliding down the sides of your thighs like viscous honey until they reach the hem of your skirt, dragging it higher and higher to bunch at your waist in haphazard folds.

You watched the students below crisscross the paths of the campus like marching ants, aware of the possibility that all it would take is for one person to look up at that exact moment to see the faint outline of two people embracing before the floor-to-ceiling windows. You were also aware that the only thing blocking you from the view of passers-by in the hallway was the swell of Lucien’s lab coat.

But as you quietly moaned to feel his mouth around the lobe of your ear, his long fingers pushing aside damp satin to gather the wetness on your folds before deftly penetrating, you found that your concern with potential witnesses grew smaller and smaller with every curl of his fingers deep within you.

And if you were at all embarrassed by being exposed to the world — panting and clothes disheveled in a way that left little to the imagination — it was nothing compared to how Lucien’s words made you feel.

“Your pussy is gripping onto my fingers so tightly. I can’t wait to know how you’ll feel clenching around my cock.”

You bite back a moan of disappointment when he pulls his hand away, but then are mesmerized by the sight and sound of him humming in approval as he licks your arousal off his fingers, saying,

“You are indeed quite talented at making the most deliciously sweet cream.”

“Oh my god, Lucien…”

So it was with the man who always knew just the thing to say to throw you off-kilter. And if your cheeks weren’t inflamed before, they certainly were now.

You heard him chuckle in response, the melodious sound melding with the clink of his belt buckle coming undone and when you could wait no longer, you glanced over your shoulder to see Lucien extricate his cock from his trousers. Your suspicions were confirmed: the man was incredibly well-endowed, so much so that you wondered about your ability to accommodate him, knowing you were more than willing to try.

Shivering to feel the length of his cock settle between your ass through the flimsy fabric of your underwear, you let Lucien adjust your hips until you are flush against the hard plane of his pelvis. Then, he pushes aside the crotch of your panties for the second time, only to introduce something much larger than his fingers.

Your breath fogs up the glass to obscure the view before you as you try to relax, feeling so incredibly stretched as Lucien slides into you, your arousal making a complete mess of your underwear each time the man pulled out only to bury himself even deeper inside.

“Does this feel okay?”

Incapable of finding your voice in between pants as Lucien settles into a hard and fast rhythm, you merely nod. All the same, you try to lower the volume of your gasps, uncertain of how soundproof the walls in his research institute were. You could only hope that no one in the vicinity could hear the telltale rhythm of skin meeting skin, or the undeniable fluid squelch of pleasure.

But then Lucien’s hand snakes from your hip to your pussy, and you look down to see the sleeve of his white lab coat before you feel his fingers circle your clit, the sensation pushing you over the edge until your knees tremble and you’re biting into your fist, desperately trying to suppress a scream as you violently come undone.

You clench down hard around Lucien and it isn’t long before he grunts softly into your hair, yanking down the back of your panties as he withdraws only for you to feel the heat of his release paint the cheeks of your backside.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself. You have a great ass.”

Lucien chuckles as he grabs a box of tissues from his desk to wipe you clean. Clearing your throat, you say,

“I have to admit, this was not what I was expecting when I came to deliver the cream puffs…”

You turn to face him in the midst of tucking your blouse back into your readjusted skirt. A look of uncertainty passes his face, and for some reason, it makes him seem even more endearing.

“…But it definitely made for a nice surprise.”

His lips curve into a smile, mirroring yours. He watches intently as you suddenly start, hiking up your skirt again to pull your panties down and gingerly step out of them in your heels.

“No use holding onto these now,” you say as you throw the damp mess into the trash can beneath Lucien’s desk.

“You’re leaving without wearing any underwear?” His brows are raised. You shrug, secretly amused by how disconcerted he seems to be at the prospect.

“I don’t live that far from here.”

Lucien lifts a finger, motioning for you to wait as reaches for the phone on his desk.

“Hello? It’s Professor Lucien. Could you please cancel my two o’clock lecture and reschedule it for Thursday? Thank you.”

You blink, bewildered by this turn of events as Lucien steps away from his desk, grabbing his coat from a nearby rack.

“Lucien, what are you doing?”

Closing the door to his office behind him, he places an arm around your shoulder as he leads you to the elevator.

“Giving you a lift. There’s no way I can let you wander the streets without wearing underwear.”

“You do realize that we just flashed the entire university campus from your office window? Besides, it’s not like anyone will know I’m going commando.”

“I will know…”

Ding! The doors of the elevator slide open to reveal an empty car. And as you both step inside, a mischievous light glows in Lucien’s eyes as he continues,

“…And you can’t expect me to let this opportunity slip by. What do you say to a nice, long drive?”

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hogwartslastbraincells · 4 years ago

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Not all Slytherins are evil

I don’t know how to cut and put a keep reading thing I’m so sorry this is long

“Morning, professor McGonagall,” came a tired voice from the back of the class.

“Good morning, Ms. Rouge. Why are you early on the first day?”

“I brought you cookies!” Evelyn smiled.

“Thank you, dearie, and before you ask, yes, you can go give one to Hagrid, but hurry classes start soon.” Evelyn had given out cookies every year since first year. She was now in her seventh year.

“Thanks,” she giggled, “Bye, Professor.”

Professor McGonagall smiled and waved.

Evelyn hurried off to Hagrid’s hut. She skipped over the cobblestone paths and flipped off the Gryffindors that had said something rude about Slytherins. Madam Hooch had given her a look as if she was going to give her detention, but before she could speak, Evelyn offered her a cookie and hurried away. Evelyn continued down the hill and ran into Hermione, who was also in her seventh year, and handed her a cookie and smiled.

She finally made her way down to the hut and knocked on the door. Hagrid opened it.

“Hey, Hagrid- ...You look like shit. What happened?” She made her trademarked face of raising one eyebrow.

“Hey, what did I say about cursing?”

She put on the most innocent smile she could, “cookie?” He gave her a look, “two cookies?”

He laughed and took the cookies.

He asked about the muggle world’s summer, her parents, and her pet cat.

She put a cookie on the counter, because she knew he’d want one later, said her goodbyes, and set off to give cookies to Madam Pomfrey.

She finished giving out cookies to the teachers at around 10 minutes before classes began. She went back to the Slytherin dormitories, only to find Harry sneaking out.

“Hey, Harry.”

“Oh, hey, Evelyn I was just-“ Harry stuttered.

“Yeah, I know what you were doing. Here’s you, Remus, and Ron’s cookies.”

Harry was bright red, “thanks.”

“No Problem,” she said as she walked into the common room.

Evelyn announced that cookies were on the table if anyone wanted any. Most of the Slytherins flocked to the table. She took one and headed towards the dormitories.

“Draco, put some clothes on I’m coming in!” she yelled.

“I’m not naked, Evelyn!”

She walked in, “then what was Harry doing in here?”

“Studying”

“On the first day?”

“Fine. We were snogging! Happy?”

“As a matter of fact, I am. Here’s your cookie.”

He flipped her off and she walked to the girls’ dormitories. She grabbed her bag and walked to Professor Sprout’s class, where she gave the professor, Luna, and Neville their cookies. She had a crush on Luna, but respected that Luna wasn’t interested in dating her. The class flew by.

She headed to Professor Tralawney’s class and gave her a cookie.

Evelyn sat down and immediately began daydreaming. She thought about Cedric, one of her best friends before, well, you know. She always forgot and ended up baking his cookie. She gave his cookie to Cho last period.

She thought about Remus, her favorite teacher of all time. She knew he was a werewolf from the moment Snape had substituted his class. She didn’t say a word.

She thought about her muggle parents. She missed her dog and her favorite restaurant.

She thought about the time she had stolen one of Umbridge’s cat plates. The kitty liked her better. She ended up getting ratted out by some second year she didn’t know who she had flipped off for saying that all Slytherins were assholes.

Evelyn had given up on trying to please everyone a long time ago. She either made them angry because she was a Slytherin, they hated her for being muggleborn, or they just thought she was annoying.

One more year, she reminded herself.

Three weeks later

Evelyn was helping Luna get her shoes down from the banisters and planning on asking the Weasley twins to play a harsh prank on whoever put them up there. Luna had just finished telling her about feeding the thestrals and offered to bring her next time. Evelyn had accepted and after a minute of silence, began talking about nerdy things like Star Wars. Evelyn talked about her favorite characters and relished the way Luna’s eyes lit up when she told her a character reminded her of the ravenclaw girl.

One week later

Evelyn was trying to eat and Neville was freaking out over a test he had next period in defense against the dark arts. She asked if he wanted to draw on her shoe. Drawing helped him calm down, so she would let him draw on her shoe and she got to use him as a foot rest. That was their deal since first year. He drew jewels, leaves, and Gizmo from the Gremlins movie, upon her request. She would request certain things like daggers and her dog & cat. By the time he finished, lunch was up and he was much calmer. She thanked him for the pictures on her shoes and headed to class with him. He thanked her and asked if he could do anything in return. Evelyn, being the lazy Slytherin she was, asked for a piggyback ride. That was how the walked into class.

Two weeks later

Evelyn and Ron had both forgotten about Professor McGonagall’s assigned two pages of homework. They sat in the back of the class and fudged their work together. They exchanged ideas about what the answers probably should be; they were both clueless. When they finished, they bet on what McGonagall would say next. Evelyn, of course, won and braided Ron’s hair as punishment. Ron’s hair was covered in tiny braids by the time they had to get up and turn in their parchment. She stopped by Harry’s desk, where his head was down, and left a note saying, “get your lazy ass up and look at Ron’s hair.” She sat back down and giggled with the rest of the class at Ron’s hair. McGonagall giggled too, she couldn’t help it. Harry got up, read the note, and turned around. He began laughing and when the class quieted down, he passed her a note telling her that she was a genius. She mouthed back, ‘I know.’

3 days later

Hermione told Evelyn that she needed to brew a potion. “I’m not going to ask what potion, because a) the less I know, the better and b) I really don’t care. Now, what do you need from me?” Hermione asked her for some plant from professor Sprout’s class and a bottle of something from the potions room. The Gryffindor had stressed how important it was that no one knew. In return, Hermione would make her one of those pocket dimension purse things. Evelyn accepted. Before Herbology the next day, Evelyn had pocketed a few leaves of some plant she recognized from Hermione��s description. Getting the other ingredient was much more difficult. She waited until Professor McGonagall began grading. She then gave her two chocolate frogs and told her that one was for Slughorn, who she claimed she couldn’t find, and asked her to give it to him if she saw him. Evelyn then went to Slughorn’s classroom and said that she had looked everywhere for him. She told him that she must have just missed him and that she had gotten him a chocolate frog, but that she had given it to McGonagall to give to him. She said that she just seen McGonagall grading in her classroom and that he should hurry or she might eat the frog. When Slughorn left the class to acquire the chocolate, she hurriedly grabbed what she needed from the potions closet (she made sure to cover her tracks) and stuffed it into her robe. She walked hurriedly to the other classroom and slowed down just before she reached it, to make it seem like she had been walking slow the entire time. She walked in and told Professor Slughorn that she was just making sure he found the frog and apologized to Professor McGonagall for the inconvenience. She went the the courtyard and gave Neville a note to give to Hermione that told her to meet the Slytherin after dark in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. She took a nap and waited for dusk.

When dusk arrived, Evelyn got up and snuck out. None of the other Slytherin s cared; they had all snuck out more than once in their lives. She quietly walked until she reached the bathroom. While waiting for Hermione, she gossiped with moaning Myrtle about the things she’d heard of the dark lord. When Hermione arrived, Evelyn gave her the ingredients and told her to be careful. Hermione gave Evelyn the purse and showed her how to use it. They stayed there for an hour or two and talked bout their crushes, grades, and homes. They talked of the things they missed about the muggle world. Moaning Myrtle got bored and flew away. The two girls eventually went their separate ways.

A few weeks later

Evelyn was studying with Cho in the library, when she heard Harry, Hermione, and Ron had run off. She immediately went to find Neville and find out what happened. She found Luna, who she was still hopelessly in love with, instead and asked her what had happened. She really needed a hug, but she wasn’t to ask for one.

Five weeks later

Evelyn found a way to contact the trio and made sure they were okay. She made a second way into Hermione’s bag and would leave food, healing potions, and letters to make sure they were ok. She made sure to tell only a few of their closest friends about the updates on the trio.

One week later

Evelyn sat at the Gryffindor table, briefly, so she could speak with Dean Thomas about a project, but had ended up talking to the Weasley twins who were there to get something from Ron’s belongings. She gave them ideas for pranks against kids who were assholes to any of them. Evelyn had a pact with the twins that they weren’t allowed to prank her in exchange for her prank ideas and charms. They giggled as they made an onion look like and apple. They fell out of their chairs laughing as Seamus hadn’t noticed the difference. It was payback for the time Seamus had stolen an extra cookie from Evelyn.

Two weeks later

Evelyn was with Luna in the Library. She hadn’t slept in 2 days. They were studying together. Evelyn had her head in her hands.

“What potion smells like what you love most?” Came Luna’s calm and charming voice.

“Perfume?” Evelyn could feel Luna staring at her with a look that read ‘really?’

“We learned about Amortia in second year. Either the nargles have gotten to you or you haven’t slept. When’s the last time you went to sleep?”

Evelyn’s face heated and she stayed silent. Luna was onto her.

“Evelyn?” She said with slightly strict voice.

“...Monday night” she said quietly.

Luna packed up her parchment and got up. Evelyn looked up and Luna had her hand out; Evelyn took it. Luna led her to a room Harry had showed Evelyn on the Marauder’s map. It was small but had two couches and some dusty old desks piled in a corner. She laid down on a couch.

Luna knew Evelyn had trouble sleeping since Umbridge once found her out of bed sneaking into McGonagall’s dark classroom looking for a potion’s book she had left. She had a huge test the next day and she needed the book to study. Umbridge made her write two pages of lines with her own blood as ink, saying, “I will not stay up after dark.” Those lines scarred her because she alone had to write them; Dumbledore’s army was not there to share her pain and help her through it. She stayed up after dark every night after that so she wouldn’t give Umbridge the satisfaction (yes even after Umbridge “went missing” Evelyn was very spiteful). It had become a habit. Luna found that an easier way to get Evelyn to fall asleep was telling her stories. Luna told Evelyn stories of far off lands, stories of kingdoms ruling vast worlds, and stories of magical creatures like Nargles and Thestrals. Evelyn dreamed of ruling the kingdoms with Luna as her queen.

Right before the battle of Hogwarts

{Start playing ‘Exit music (for a film)’ if u wanna rn}

Evelyn didn’t know what to do. She waited with the rest of the students for what Professor McGonagall was going to say next. She took a deep breath. ‘Everything is gonna be fine,’ she told herself. McGonagall looked across the Slytherin’s faces and told Filch to lock them in the dungeons.

She didn’t know what she expected but it wasn’t that. She couldn’t help that her heart broke a little at the Professor’s words. Tears stung her eyes and she let them. She lifted her eyes from the floor and watched as everyone cheered. She looked around and made eye contact with her friends. She nodded at no one in particular and looked back the floor. Their faces fell and they looked almost apologetic. She finally looked back up and spotted Neville, she gave him a sarcastic smile.

Evelyn was terrified. Dumbledore was gone. You-know-who was back. She was scared for her friends for the most part. She would do anything to protect who she loved; yes, she still loved them. She forgave them.

So she found a weakness in the locks and fought with the rest of Hogwarts.

When Voldemort asked who would join him, Evelyn stepped forward. The pencil marks on her shoes were dirty and faded. She dragged her feet and watched her friends’ faces switch from determination to shock and horror. She walked towards Voldemort himself, she was no longer scared of his name; she was no longer scared of him. She was no longer scared. She kept her hands wrapped around herself, one holding her concealed wand. Once she was about 15 or 20 feet away from the death eaters she pulled out her wand.

Before she could get the second world of the killing curse out of her mouth, Voldemort beat her to it.

The curse had thrown her body into the air.

By the time she fell, the light had left her eyes. She had breathed her last breath. Luna had kneeled down sobbing and grabbed Evelyn’s cold hand. Neville had begun crying too.

Hermione didn’t quite believe it. She put her hand over her mouth.

If anyone was going to try to preform the killing curse on the dark lord, it would’ve been her Ron thought. He squeezed Hermione’s hand.

Harry knew that it’s how she would’ve wanted to go, protecting those whom she loved.

Luna stared into Evelyn’s dim eyes. It was unnatural to see her eyebrow not raised. She wasn’t smirking. She didn’t look 2 steps ahead. She didn’t look like she was analyzing the situation. She wasn’t holding Luna’s hand back. Luna picked up Evelyn’s wand, let go of her hand, and stood up.

Neville was still in denial. Any second now, she would get up and tell him that his tie was crooked or ruffle his hair. Any second now, she should make her signature face; she would smirk and lift her eyebrow, she would tell him that he was being dumb and he needed to face his fears. But, She wasn’t getting up.

Her body laid cold and still.

Cedric and Fred held her hands as they led her away from the battle.

This is a thing I did of her on picrew [x]

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Disguises to Reveal

Hey @flashflashitsash! Happy birthday! Hope you like this little thing I made for you! This isn’t much, but I hope you like it!

(This is the first fic that I’m posting in this place, fingers crossed!)

(I own none of the characters. This is merely a fan fiction.)

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“I’m sure Alya and Nino are going to love their costumes!” quipped Tikki, zooming out of Marinette’s purse as soon as her chosen had shut the latch door behind her.

“I really hope so. Those two are so adorable, don’t you think?” said Marinette. “I mean, Nino wanted a Rena Rogue inspired hoodie, and Alya wanted a Carapace themed dress. Could they be any more in love with each other?”

Tikki giggled in response.

“But you are yet to make your costume, right?” the kwami asked.

“Yeah, you’re right. I have some ideas, but I need to draw them out to decide.”

“Don’t worry Marinette, you have more than two weeks-enough time to create your masterpiece!”

“I guess I better get started, huh Tikki?” Marinette picked a macaroon from the plate on her table and stuffed it in her mouth.  Plopping down on the chair, she swung around to face her desk.

Tikki went to help herself to the cookies in Marinette’s cupboard.

When Tikki floated back to Marinette, she saw her chosen engrossed in her sketching, tongue stuck out and eyes scrunched up in concentration. She looked really cute like that. Tikki turned around to see what the design was that she was working on. The black and the ears gave the theme away.

“Are you making a costume based on Chat Noir?”

Marinette sprang up with a shriek; apparently she had been so into her work that she hadn’t noticed the kwami. After she took a moment to calm her nerves, she replied “Not exactly.”

“What do you mean, Marinette? Is this Lady Noire then?”

“Nope again.”

“Then what is it?”

“Well actually, it is both, but it is neither. I am trying to create a fusion of both the designs, along with some of my own modifications. Like I kept Chat’s bell and tail-belt, but I also included Lady Noir’s neon green details. And these,” she pointed to the fur on the collar and cuffs, “I thought would look good.”

"But why go through all the trouble?”

“Well, firstly, I didn’t want it to be all Lady Noire because then someone might recognise me, which I cannot let happen, of course. And secondly, I don’t want it to be all Chat Noir because I don’t want anyone, especially that flirty kitty, to get the wrong ideas about my very platonic feelings for Chat.”

The unnecessary stress she put on the word “platonic" earned her a giggle from Tikki.

“Oh Marinette, you really think of every little detail, don’t you?”

“Well, Ladybug can’t really afford to miss the spots, right?” As soon as the words left Marinette’s lips, she seemed to realise what she had done, and her cheeks flushed a deep pink. “Oh no, I guess Chat’s puns are beginning to rub off on me.”

“Well, you don’t think Chat Noir will be present at this party, do you?”

“The Mayor of Paris has invited almost the whole city to his Halloween party. I wouldn’t be surprised if the idiot cat turned up in a ridiculous costume!”

As if you’d recognise him, thought Tikki.

“While I understand you are not going as Ladybug in order to protect your secret identity,” said Tikki, as she settled down on Marinette’s shoulder, “But you could have done something else too? The party is not superhero themed!”

“You’re right, but…” Marinette faltered. How could she explain to her kwami that the idea of a cat costume had been stuck in her head since Reflekdoll? When Chat Noir had turned up for patrol that night, he had commented that she looked cute in cat ears. True, that was a compliment for Ladybug, and not Marinette, but she really wanted to give it a try. Ladybug and Marinette were the same girl after all.

“Because I look cute in a cat costume?” Marinette turned to her little friend.

Tikki gave her a knowing look; the tiny deity was thousands of years old after all. She wasn’t quite unfamiliar with young hearts.

“Going Ladybug themed again, aren’t we?”

Adrien grinned sheepishly at his kwami, who shot him a look of disgust.

“You know what?” Plagg declared, “This is an insult to me! I am the all powerful kwami of destruction, and my kitten is going to represent some other power at this stupid dress-up game!”

“Well, first of all, this is a Halloween party thrown by the Mayor at the Grand Paris hotel, not a dress-up game.”

Plagg rolled his eyes, and mumbled something that sounded like “Potayto, potahto.” Adrien smirked, amused, that Plagg could name any food other than cheese.

“And secondly, this is most importantly to protect my identity. If I went as Chat Noir, then it would be game over!”

“Oh, because going as Mister Bug is such a disguise right?”

“There weren’t any male Ladybug outfits available! They had all been replaced by Mister Bug suits! Guess Mister Bug made quite an impression, huh?”

Plagg pretended to gag.

“Oh please. I know Tikki is a disaster at designing and fashion.”

“Tell her to spend some time with Marinette then,” Adrien joked.

“She already is,” whispered Plagg to himself.

“What was that?” asked Adrien.

“Nothing,” Plagg waved it off, swallowing an entire slice of Camembert whole.

In any other circumstances, Adrien might have pressed on. But now, his mind was occupied with another thought. He smiled at himself, thinking how at the mention of designing, the first name that came into his mind was Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Not anyone else, and he knew so many other designers, being directly associated with the Fashion industry. Not even his father. But he thought of his… friend. Would Marinette be present at the party, he wondered. What would she wear?

“Kid, you there?”

Plagg’s voice shook Adrien out of his reverie.

“Yeah.”

“So, there’s no changing your mind now?” Plagg whined, as Adrien looked at himself in the mirror. The costume really fitted him like the glove. He made a mental note to thank Chloe later on for telling him about that shop.

“Don’t worry,” Adrien went on, “no one will remember Mister Bug that well.”

“Reflekdoll changed people’s looks, Adrien, not their eyesight or memories!”

“You’re overthinking Plagg.”

“You better hope you don’t blow off your cover, kid.”

When Marinette walked into the party, she was nervous. This was the first costume party she had attended after acquiring her secret superhero identity. In order to further ensure that no one recognised her as Lady Noire, she had decided to skip the braid or pigtails, and was wearing her hair down tonight. She had gone out of her way to make the suit comfortable, unlike their skin-tight super suits (which she’d never admit to Tikki, lest her little friend felt hurt or offended), but it still felt stuffy. For probably the tenth time that night, she wondered if it’d have been better if she had gone for a loose-fitting onesie style outfit, in stead of the body hugging leather suit. But she knew better than anyone else, that her discomfort was more due to her anxiety than anything related to her outfit.

Her eyes scanned the crowd for familiar faces. It was not an easy job, given that everyone was wearing masks and costumes and disguises, and it was difficult to recognise anyone. After a few minutes of scanning, she noticed a head of red hair bobbing in the crowd. Cursing her short height, she stood up on her tiptoes and craned her neck to get a better view. Alya and Nino were literally smashing the dance floor. Marinette stood down to her normal level, and smiled to herself. This was probably not the right time to barge in. Alya was awesome, but she was a fireball when she was in the mood. While that meant she was a never-ending source of energy and warmth, she might be a little intimidating and overbearing at times. And right now, she thought it was safer to steer clear of her fiery best friend.

Marinette looked away in search of a comparatively less crowded place, where she could wait by herself till Alya exhausted herself. Just then, a mass of messy blond hair came into her view. There was no way she was going to miss those very familiar spikes. At once, she sprang up and began to push through the crowd to reach him.

Adrien had entered the party with Chloe, but he had since lost her in the crowd. In a way, that was a good thing, but that also meant he was left all alone. Not like he was unaccustomed to being by himself in events, but tonight he was really hoping to have fun with his friends. He tried calling Nino, but he didn’t pick up. Of course, the music was definitely loud enough to drown out the phone chimes. And anyone who was familiar with Nino would know that the aspiring DJ would forget everything else when music was involved. So he stood there, waving and smiling at the occasional passer-by.

It had been ten minutes and no one had yet recognised Mister Bug. Adrien heaved a sigh of relief. He made his way to the drinks counter, and asked for some pumpkin juice.

That was when it happened.

“Chat Noir?”

When Adrien heard someone call him by his superhero name, the word that passed through his mind was “Shit.” He was screwed. Plagg was never going to let him live this down.

Oh no. Ladybug was going to kill him.

He turned around slowly with an awkward grin on his face. As he looked into the eyes of his assaulter, he took in a sharp breath. Green met blue, as the grass meets the sky at the horizon. He stood there, mesmerized and transfixed, unable to move his gaze from those enchanting eyes staring at him.

After a few moments, Adrien finally broke off enough to take in the rest of the person. Freckled cheeks, shoulder length raven hair. And she was wearing a cat costume. Neither Chat Noir nor Lady Noire though. And on her wrist was a very familiar bracelet…

“Marinette?”

Marinette seemed to break off from her daze just then.

She looked beautiful.

Oh no. Marinette knew who he was. Adrien was utterly screwed.

“You silly cat, why are you not in your Chat suit?”

Wait a minute…

“Princess?”

“I thought we would be twinning. But you decide to go in your other suit?”

It looked like Marinette had figured out only his superhero side. That was a relief, but only as long as no one called him by his real name in front of her. The best option now would be to get somewhere… private.

As Adrien quickly picked Marinette up in his arms and slung her over his shoulder, he saw that her eyes widened in shock. He prayed that she wouldn’t yell, but it seemed like she was too stunned to react.

He put her down only when they reached the bathroom inside the hotel. Marinette immediately launched into a rant.

“Stupid cat, what the hell was that?”

“Uhh, I wanted to steal some privacy with you?”

“So you had to do that?”

“You know me Princess, I am extra-purr-dinary.“

Marinette rolled her eyes and tried hard to suppress her grin.

“So what are you doing here? Did you come here with Ladybug?”

“Oh no no. You see, this stray is all by itself tonight.”

Marinette snorted.

“No offence Chat, but cat puns in a ladybug costume don’t sound that good.”

“Me-owch, Marinette! Surely you don’t want me to give up the very beam of my existence, do you?”

“If by that you mean your puns, then I’d say you need to up your game,” said Marinette as she reached up and ruffled his hair. Chat’s hair looked unnaturally tame tonight, and it was bothering her.

This was new. The last time she had seen him as Mister Bug, the poor guy was confused and lost. And now, seeing Mister Bug with Chat’s personality, Marinette felt a warmth she could not explain.

But why was he wearing Mister Bug’s suit? Marinette instinctively touched her earlobes, her earrings were there.

“Chat, did you and Ladybug swap Miraculouses again?” she asked him. What the hell was happening?

Chat looked confused.

“Wha- Oh. You’re talking about this?” he said, pointing at his body. “It’s a just cosplay outfit.”

Marinette blinked.

“Woah, this is some brilliant work. Almost like the real thing!”

“Well, I know you are a designer yourself and you’d know all about it. But I won’t be so sure to say that this thing is like the real suit. Because, you see, no one but you recognised me as Mister Bug.”

That’s because none of them have seen you from as close quarters as I have, thought Marinette.

“You know I’d know you anywhere!” Marinette winked at him.

It was then that it struck her.

“Wait, you mean everyone outside knows your civilian identity?”

“Um, that is a little complicated, Princess. Just like you know my superhero identity right now but not who I am underneath, the others seem to know my civilian self but not my superhero alter ego.”

“Uh… I think I get what you mean.”

Chat flashed a very Chat Noir-esque grin.

“But that doesn’t mean you can just go about flaunting your superhero self, and just giving everyone a very good guess at your secret! What if Hawkmoth figured you out tonight, just because you were so reckless and vain?”

“You know, you sound like my kwami. Are you a fan of cheese too? Because if you are, then I might have some for you!”

“Stop joking, Chat! Focus!”

At that, she struck him over the head with her toy baton.

Adrien got a very strong sense of deja-vu. Another day, so long ago it seemed, another raven-haired girl in a cat suit had struck him over the head in the same way. Adrien stared at Marinette, dazed by her for the second time in that evening. His lady had worn the exact same expression that day. Could it be that…? Adrien had never noticed how blue Marinette’s eyes were, almost like Ladybug’s. And Ladybug’s freckles that he had loved; Marinette had the exact same freckles on her cheeks. Had it really been that easy? Their everyday Ladybug was his Lady? Ladybug sat behind him in class all this time and he never noticed? Looking at it now, he wanted to hit himself. How blind had he been? Of course, the two strongest, bravest, and most amazing women in his life were one and the same. The incredible girl who would never back down from a challenge was also the sweet girl who always helped others.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was Ladybug.

He felt like his cheeks were on fire. What was he going to do now? He wanted to pick Lad-no, Marinette, in his arms and whirl her around while shouting out how much he loved her.

Marinette was looking at him with a strange expression. Her annoyance from earlier seemed to have given way for confusion, although her brows were knit together in concern. Oh she was so cute. He wanted to kiss her. Right then and there.

Maybe he would have, if Marinette’s phone did not ring just at that moment. Marinette jumped up in startlement, and Adrien was well acquainted with this move of hers. In her hurry to take her phone out of her pocket and receive the call, accidentally put it on speaker.

"MARINETTE!” boomed Alya’s voice, as Marinette pulled her phone as far away from her ears as possible. “WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?!”

It took Marinette a little time to get oriented again. “Uh, hi Alya?”

“Girl, I just saw Adrien carry you inside the hotel! Tell me what is going on between you two!”

Adrien gulped.

“Adrien?” Marinette repeated, bewildered. “But I’m here with…” she looked up into Chat Noir’s eyes.

How had she never noticed that they were the same shade as Adrien’s?

Something clicked inside her, and the cogs in her brain started running again.

“Adrien?” she whispered, unable to break her eyes away from his.

“H-hey Mari.” Chat-Adrien scratched his neck nervously.

“Oh my God,” whispered Marinette, still shocked.

Adrien took the phone from her hands, and ended the call. It was better that Alya was kept out of this for now.

“I guess the cat is out of the bag, m’lady.”

Marinette’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“What did you call me… OH MY GOD YOU KNOW!”

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