#of course i mixed my main fixation with it again

[nikonautic]

alice of human sacrifice but it's blue lock ⁉️

+ additional version without the shade

[parkerslatte]

Deals With Our Devils || Chapter One

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: none

Part Summary: Y/N gets a task from the Queen of Vassuryn and ends up in the one place she has avoided for two centuries.

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200 Years Later

Y/N stood guard outside Prince Floris’s bed chambers. It was typically how she spent her evenings until it was time for dinner. For most others, standing around in front of a door would be a taxing activity, but for Y/N it was the complete opposite. The door opened and there was a tap on Y/N’s shoulder and she tried to fight the smile forming on her face. 

“You know I’m working,” said Y/N, adjusting the sword at her hip.

“But I’m bored,” Floris said dramatically. “And you can guard me much better from within my bedroom."

Sapphire rolled her eyes. “You know what happened last time.”

“My mother won’t even come to check on everything today, she’s too busy planning a trip,” Floris replied, stepping further out of his room. “And besides, she loves you, she wouldn't care if you were doing your job or not.”

“I still like to please,” Y/N said, looking up and down the corridor. 

The Prince’s bed chambers were situated in the most beautiful part of the palace, in Y/N’s opinion. The ceiling was made from glass and was clear enough to see the evening sky. Shades of pink, purple and orange mixed together to make the most perfect sunset. There had always been something about a sunset that relaxed Y/N. It made her feet at ease. 

“Well you would please me if you dropped the guard act for a moment and shared a bottle of wine with me,” Floris said. “And it just happens to be the wine you like.”

“Oh, the enchanted one?” Y/N asked, lowering her defensive position. 

Floris snapped his fingers. “That’s the one.”

Y/N looked down the hallway and back to Floris, who stood leaning against the door smirking. “Oh, fine. But only for ten minutes.”

“That’s what you said the last time,” Floris laughed before allowing Y/N to step into his room. 

Floris’s bed chambers seemed to be a small palace within itself. The large floor to ceiling windows at the opposite end of the room opened to reveal a balcony overlooking a flowing waterfall. Y/N could hear the sound of the rushing water from where she stood. The rest of the chambers were fit for a prince. A large canopy bed resided toward the right side of the room, currently messed up from Floris’s adamant refusal to tidy it up. His excuse was always that he would sleep there again so there was no point in tidying his carefully arranged pillows only to mess it up again. 

There was a seating area in front of a fireplace large enough to be its own living room, decorated with ornate furniture Y/N could only imagine having in her own chambers.Of course her own bedroom held a sense of regality but it still reminded her that she was only a guard. 

Floris slumped down into an armchair near the balcony doors, the bottle of enchanted wine in his hands. “I don’t see why you need to always stand guard outside of my door, anyone wanting to kill me could easily sneak in through these doors.”

“It’s what your mother requested,” Y/N replied, taking a seat in the chair next to him. “And I abide by those rules.”

Floris rolled his eyes. “It won’t kill you to break a rule one time.”

Y/N poured the wine into two golden goblets. “Your mother has shown me so much kindness since I’ve been here. I wouldn’t wish to break any of her orders.”

Floris took a sip from his wine. “You won’t disappoint her if you take one night off.”

With a gentle hand, Floris held up the goblet of wine. Y/N had poured herself one but she hadn’t moved to pick it up from the table. Her gaze fixated on the goblet in Floris’s hand before slowly travelling up until she met his eyes. There was a hint of mischief in them, there always was. Y/N took the goblet from Floris’s hand and took a sip of it. Immediately when it hit her tongue, Y/N let out a content sigh. It tasted so good. 

Floris sat back in his chair with a small smirk. “Y/N breaking rules? I like it.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and took another sip of the wine. “Shut up.”

The more Y/N drank, the more relaxed she began to feel. No longer was she sitting in the chair with a straight back and rigid posture. Now she was simply sitting with Floris on the soft rug that was underneath their feet, her head resting on his shoulder. The bottle of wine was long gone and the remnants of it were in their goblets. Y/N swirled the remaining liquid around while Floris finished his off, placing the now empty goblet beside him. 

“Are you going to finish that?” Floris asked, looking into her goblet at the mouthful of liquid still residing inside. 

Y/N lifted her head from his shoulder. “Yes I am.” She brought the goblet up to her lips and finished off the drink, savouring every last drop. 

Once both goblets were empty, Y/N and Floris slowly made their way out onto the balcony. The now cold night air hitting them. Y/N was glad that she had opted to wear her jacket that morning. Floris wasn’t so lucky as he only wore a thin white shirt, and although he could have easily gone back into his bedroom and retrieved a jacket, he only rested his head on Y/N’s shoulder and stared ahead at the waterfall. 

“What do you think my mothers plans are?” Floris asked after a while of silence.

“I’m not entirely sure,” Y/N confessed.

“She had been planning this trip for months and she had never spent this long for an alliance before,” Floris explained.

Vassuryn wasn’t a well known kingdom, in fact it was rather small and easily glossed over on a map. With minimal allies and a small army, it was rather vulnerable. For the past century, the Queen had been slowly creating alliances and most of them proved to be successful within a couple of months. However, the ally she was seeking out proved rather difficult to contact for a large majority of the time. Y/N didn’t know who the ally was and neither did Floris, the queen had been quiet about the whole thing. 

“She may just be having trouble,” Y/N said, trying to reassure her friend. “We don’t know who she is hoping to ally with, it could be a kingdom three times the size of Vassuryn for all we know.”

Floris sighed. “I only wish I could be of more help.”

Y/N rested her head on top of his. “I know.” She didn’t have too many words of comfort though she knew that her presence was enough of a comfort for him. 

With the sun completely set, Y/N lifted her hand and whispered to Floris. “Watch this.”

Y/N concentrated on her hand before she could feel the power within her come to the surface before finally breaking free. The blue surges of power caressed her arms before falling a ball of light. Y/N simply threw it in the air and it hovered above them, casting the balcony in light. Floris lifted his head from her shoulder and looked up at the small ball of pure power. 

The light cast on his handsome face, illuminating his light brown skin. Y/N had always known that Floris had looked more like his father than his mother from the portraits around the palace. The only features he seemed to have taken from his mother were her deep brown eyes and soft curve of his mouth that was a complete replica of his mothers. 

“I completely forget you can do that,” said Floris.

Y/N smiled at the small ball of power. It didn’t take her much concentration to control her powers anymore, in fact it took minimal effort. Y/N was proud of how far she had come. 

“I sometimes do as well,” Y/N admitted. 

The two continued to sit there in a comfortable silence as the power illuminated them, sheltering them from the shadows. It wasn’t until there was a knock on the door when the power slowly flickered away until nothing remained. 

“Floris,” The Queen’s voice was muffled through the door. “Is Y/N in there with you?”

Both Y/N and Floris got to their feet and entered the bedroom. Warmth immediately encased the two of them as Y/N simply waved her hand and a roaring fire grew in the fireplace. Floris opened the door and the Queen stepped inside. She was wearing a simple gown and she was void of any jewellery, except her wedding band that Y/N had never seen her without. 

“Y/N,” The Queen said, thrusting a piece of parchment into her hands. “I have a task for you.”

“What task?” Y/N questioned as she slowly unfolded the parchment. 

“A task which will help us gain more allies,” The Queen responded. 

Y/N shared a look with Floris before she looked down at the letter in her hands. As soon as her eyes landed on the familiar writing, her heart sank. 

***

Azriel’s back hit the mat as Cassian stood above him, a triumphant grin on his face. “Are you even trying?”

With a roll of his eyes, Azriel stood to his feet, rolling his shoulders. “Of course I’m trying.”

“Is that why you have that distant look in your eye?” Cassian remarked. 

Azriel glared. “I am focused.”

Cassian’s only response came from him sweeping his leg and knocking Azriel back down onto the mat. He huffed as he laid limp, not even trying to throw up his facade. Cassian looked down at Azriel with sympathy as he held out his hand, helping the shadowsinger to his feet. 

“I know what you are feeling,” Cassian said, clapping Azriel on the shoulder. “I miss her too.”

Azriel didn’t respond as he shrugged off Cassian’s hand and stepped over to the side of the training room. It wasn’t as if Azriel felt this way all the time, he barely ever thought about her anymore. The only reason she was on his mind was because it was the two hundred year anniversary of her disappearance. The last time Azriel had felt this was exactly one hundred years ago. 

Out of his family, Azriel was the one who held onto the most hope of her returning. For the days following her disappearance, he would scour all over the Night Court simply looking for any trace of her. He couldn’t focus on anything else except her, he needed to know where she was. He needed her to be safe. 

However, over the years, that hope he carried in his heart gradually diminished and soon after that, Azriel stopped looking for her. Then he slowly moved on and never particularly thought about her. 

“It’s been two hundred years,” Azriel said. “It shouldn’t matter anymore.”

Cassian sat down next to him. “She was still part of our family, Az. And it doesn’t help that we never knew what happened to her.”

Azriel sighed. “I still hope that nothing bad happened to her.”

“Me too,” Cassian agreed.

There was a small tap against Azriel’s mental shields and he lowered them, allowing Rhys into his mind. 

“You and Cassian are needed in my office now,” Rhys spoke into his mind. 

After relaying the message to Cassian, the two changed into more practical clothing and left the training room. If Rhys were to send him on a mission, Azriel would be thankful. Anything to get her off his mind today would be a blessing. 

When they entered Rhys’s office, Rhys and Feyre were sitting behind his desk and there was someone sitting in the chair opposite him. While Feyre looked at Rhys with a somewhat confused expression on her face, Rhys looked as if he had seen a ghost. His body was still and his eyes hadn’t moved from the figure sitting in the chair opposite. 

Cassian stepped in the room first and Azriel trailed behind him. “What did you need us for?” the shadowsinger asked.

As the figure in the chair moved their head to the two new presences in the room, time seemed to slow down. Azriel would recognise that very specific shade of hair anywhere. As the figured face turned to him, Azriel felt his heartbeat increase. His mouth was dry and he struggled to form any words the moment their eyes met. Beside him, Cassian was staring wide-eyed and, much like Azriel, was unable to form any words. 

It had been two-hundred years since Azriel had last seen that face yet now looking at her, it felt like it had only been a series of months. His mouth opened and closed to try and find the words he desperately wanted to say but nothing came out. He was in a state of shock. 

The door to Rhys’s office was opened once more as Mor and Amren piled in. Mor seemed out of breath as her eyes fixated on the female sitting in the chair. 

“Y/N?” Mor said, the first one out of the group to speak. “Is that really you?”

Y/N rose from her chair and faced everyone. Azriel’s gaze was still fixated on her as she surveyed everyone. As soon as her eyes met Azriel’s, Y/N lingered on him for a brief moment longer, her eyes flickering down to his torso and back to his face before moving along the line to look at Cassian. Azriel folded his arms across his chest as he looked down to the floor, unable to keep looking at Y/N. 

“Yes,” she finally spoke.

Her voice was the same as Azriel remembered it. It still held the melodic tone that he had spent many nights falling asleep to. Azriel didn’t even know how much he had missed that voice until this very moment. 

“It’s really me.” 

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[noirandchocolate]

I like imagining places in video games as bigger and fuller than what we can see within the games themselves. Not in every game, of course, or every location—some places feel right when they’re small and/or barely populated—but in some cases.

I do this a lot with Legend of Zelda games and since it’s my current big fixation, especially with the BotW/AoC era maps. Of course in BotW there’s been a cataclysm and of course it’s sparsely populated and settlements are few and far between.

Nevertheless, I like to envision (for example) Rito Village bigger, so that more than a couple families and a chief could live there (or could’ve lived there long ago). I imagine more little Rito settlements in the region, especially in AoC timeline. I picture Zora’s Domain having more rooms above water, and whole areas inaccessible without swimming underwater to them. I see more Gerudo and mixed villages in the desert (TotK confirmed there were once multiple settlements out there—why after the Imprisoning War could they not have been rebuilt/replaced). More little Goron towns in the ore-rich areas around Death Mountain (and why wouldn’t they also be living in cozy caves too). I picture Hylians and Sheikah farming rice and other produce on appropriate land beyond just the little garden beds in Hateno and Kakariko. Sheikah researchers setting up living quarters around the Royal Lab now that they’ve been allowed to reconnect with their ancient tech. I like to make up more little coastal towns like Lurelin in Faron. Of course I’ve gotta say it because they’re my biggest focus, I enjoy imagining the Yiga Clan having a much more sprawling complex under the mountains of the Highlands than even what we get to run around in for AoC, complete with more family-oriented living quarters, dining and cooking and bathing areas, etcetera.

Especially, again, in AoC timeline, Hyrule seemed to be flourishing pretty well as a kingdom. Why shouldn’t there be more hamlets and farms dotting the landscape? There’s all those ruins around in BotW, why couldn’t there have been more than just garrisons and tiny two-and -three-house settlements around, before the kingdom came under attack by the Calamity and civilization was set back so catastrophically?

I dunno, I just think it’s fun, to think about the towns we see maybe being bigger—more habitable-seeming, in some cases, and more feasible as the main settlements for an entire race in others—and about there being more people and locations out there than what’s necessary to tell a story in a video game. The map is already big, but I like it bigger! And fuller and richer!

Something something worldbuilding!

(Hey if you see this post and feel like it: what’s a place you personally add to on the AoC/BotW/TotK map? A completely new location, an extension of an existing one, an imagining of a thriving version of a place that’s ruined by BotW times, anything!)

[destiny-in-the-universe]

two down, another to go.

This is going to a mix of about 4-5 different prompts and it’s going to be very much a doozy, esp. because of the fandom choice. It’s extremely late, and I’m not expecting anyone to see this until sometime tomorrow, but the fandom oddly enough is Cars. As in the Pixar movie!

It’ll be an extremely niche reader group but oh fucking well. This is what I’m fixated on writing apparently. For some explanation, it follows the most alt canon to ever be written but it is implied to take place following the events of Cars 2! Lightning is still a racer and at the top of his game, though things take an unexpected, sudden turn in this - since I just like to be mean when it comes to my favorites lmao which includes this boy. Also! Keep in mind everyone is human.

I will say he gets to go through it and is loosely inspired by a great series on Ao3 which I will link later if I can find. It’s definitely becoming its own multi-chaptered work though I’ll cover that later since I’ve no idea if people will be interested in that!

Read below the cut for more information about the Cars whump prompt!

Whumptober Event

Following an alternative canon, Lightning McQueen has returned for another year of racing in order to win the latest Piston Cup, but when things take an unexpected turn for the worse - will he be able to pick himself back up again?

The characters are, of course, humanized. Timeline wise, it’s supposed to take place after Cars 2, but presumably before Cars 3. There are a few key differences from the canon franchise however.

Cars AU Headcanons

I am not incredibly mean, so despite that my love for angst, suffering, and whump - Doc Hudson is not dead. Also because I’m a complete sucker for Doc’s dynamic with Lightning McQueen, and is a huge part for the incoming series/whump writing event.

Mater is very much Not Straight. He doesn’t have a label on himself, but after breaking things off with Holley Shiftwell - he has begun catching feelings for a certain someone. We’ll get to this later!

Mater is also Extremely Autistic and ADHD. You can’t convince me otherwise, holy shit

Lightning McQueen is so ADHD. This is canon now. I make the rules!

Sarge and Fillmore are in a committed relationship, and have been ever since the 1960’s. This is not center to the au I’m working on, but it’s also going to be referenced so,

Doc Hudson has mobility issues and uses a cane to help him walk. His crash won’t be a main focus, but yes, the cane is a mobility aid due to scarring from the incident in his youth!

Hurt Lightning McQueen means adoptive parent Doc Hudson. This is all you’re getting!

Finn and Holley might not appear in this installation, but they’ll probably get referenced in some way!

Lightning is an orphan. It’s unclear what happened to his parents, so all the people he has are from Radiator Springs.

While it’s not a major focus in this version, and is more in the past, I am very much a Harv basher. Have fun with this!

I’ll expand on this universe later, but the short version - Lightning deals with the aftermath of an incident during a race and the road to recovery is far from easy; at least he has his found family to help every step of the way. In other words, I traumatize Lightning for my own whump serving purposes. I’ll be in touch!

[antitails]

Greetings.

Well, where do I begin?

For starters this is actually a sideblog; my main is actually also a kin blog but I decided to make a separate blog for this for a few reasons; the biggest being just to prevent clutter, because I wouldn't know how to properly set up tags for both at once (it is perhaps worth noting I am awful at tagging on Tumblr in general), and lastly because I was worried that some might conflate the two kintypes given their similarity (I admit this last thing is probably unfounded in actuality).

So anyway, this blog is actually not for a past life, but from what I'm understanding of it, a future life, specifically as Anti-Tails from the Sonic Archie Comics. The fact it's a future life is the main thing that caught me off guard; I already kinned a Tails from a mixed continuity yet it was of course as a past life and earlier this month I was having feelings that I would once again be him in my next life or so, but something was different...like how everything seemed to be was off in a way that wasn't just "differences from source".

Of course that's because it was all on Moebius, with how different we all are there. I actually, for reasons unbeknownst to me earlier, became hyper fixated on Moebius and myself to the point it was really just me having kin feelings, yet I somehow didn't link the two together until April 9th when a certain thing that occurs when I get canon memories and whatnot happened, making me realize the truth of the whole matter.

This experience is familiar yet new to me, since I'm basically getting canon memories and all that, but despite it kind of being how I'm used to it happening, it's technically the other way around what with it being a future life. The discovery was a little disruptive at first sure, but on the other hand it gives me some new stuff to look into which could be helpful, so it's not that much of a curveball.

I'll be posting what I've been able to make out of this so far here. I would prefer to be called Miles here by the way, when I'm like this I just simply wind up liking that more as it feels less immature then "Tails".

Thanks for reading.

[akaiitori]

Winter Dance

It's new year's eve, which means it's Kae's birthday! I try to always make a little something for him, and while this isn't one of my strongest illustrations, I'm happy I finished it.

I also wrote a little story to accompany the piece! It's also not my most polished writing either lol, but it's cute enough to share! You can find it after the cut :)

-------- The Winter Feast was a week-long holiday that celebrated the past year, giving thanks for the previous seasons and preparing for the new coming months. It began during the winter solstice, and on the longest night of the year, people lit up the world in thousands of lanterns and candles.

This year’s celebration was taking place within the Dome’s park. The enclosed space allowed for intricate decorating without fearing the wear of the elements, especially with the harsh snow storms that plagued the mountains during that period. The artificial oak trees showcased lights on the tip of their leaves, and they were linked to each other with strings of paper lanterns. 

At the centre was a huge circular table, covered in all varieties of food. All the shop owners and  cooks of the area had contributed to it in some form, leading to an interesting roar of flavours. The main crowd danced and sang around it, forming a wall of laughter and celebration. 

Arrow had always enjoyed the explosive party that came with the beginning of the feast week. It was a steady flow of dancing, food, and alcohol, a combination he thoroughly enjoyed. However, tonight he was on edge. Not knowing why, it made him more tense. He kept to the sidelines, nursing his beer. It was barely his third cup tonight. By that hour, he should already be chugging on the hard liquor. 

His leg bounced up and down, making his plastic chair tremble. Watching people was entertaining on its own, anyway. He had spotted two couples that kept switching pairs, until finally deciding to link hands all four together. A couple of teens whispered to each other in a slow dance, words surely lost under the noise of the party.

All night long, he hadn't lost sight of the little Avian bouncing around. He danced on his own, flourishing his wings in unison to how the crowd flowed. Not only were his moves graceful, Arrow had yet to see him take a break.

"Well, aren't you pathetic." Sighed someone behind him, accompanied by a manicured hand on his shoulder.

"Hi Lu. Enjoying the party?" Arrow turned around, greeting his friend with his most plastic of smirks.

Lucy only raised her eyebrow, golden eye shadow glittering beautifully against her dark skin. She finally smiled, dragging another chair beside him and taking care with her skirt as she sat. 

"I've been fighting the catering people all night long. They brought the wrong sides for my bread, again. And they just informed me they ran out of berry pastries an HOUR ago!"

"Horrible. You tore them to pieces?"

"Of course! Me and Chrys both."

Lucy snickered, seeing the way Arrow grimaced. "Well, I'll give you that. At least the cat is good at verbal murder."

"Don't be a dick, carrots." She stretched to the nearby drinks table, which unlike the food, were frequent all around the park. She ignored the beer and opted for a mixed shot that she downed in a single motion. "Besides, I'm only getting this break thanks to them. Got to check on our favourite scratching post, hm?"

"Thanks." Snorted Arrow, slouching as he rested his elbows on his knees. “Consider your scratching post thoroughly checked on.” 

"Jasper wouldn't have liked you moping around by yourself, buddy."

"Mmh." His smile was gone, eyes fixating back on the crowd. There was loud laughter as someone accidentally spilled their cup over their friend. "Don’t call me buddy. Makes me feel like a dog."

"You drama queen. Loosen up. I heard people are enjoying the garlic toast, why don't you give it a try?"

Arrow spit with an honest laugh. He had taste-tested that damned toast for a week. "Sure, can’t wait."

"Don't look now, but puppy incoming at ten o' clock." Whispered Lucy, a hint of warning in her tone. She grabbed Arrow’s arm, her acrylic nails digging into skin. "Don’t be a dick."

"Hi guys!" The Avian had approached them, his smile as bright as the lights that reflected off his sunglasses. Lucy let go of Arrow’s arm, stretching forwards to greet her friend.

"Hey Kae! Enjoying the party?" she grinned, ruffling his hair.

"Yeah! The food is amazing. You did an amazing job with the baked goods!” He turned towards the centre table, a bit mournful at how empty it looked now. He reminisced ravaging through the mini sandwiches, the glazed chicken bites, and of course, the delectable berry pastries. ”Um, are you having fun too?"

"Lots." She dead-panned, garnering a chuckle from Kaelan.

"How about you, Arrow?"

"Oh." The question blindsided him enough to crumple the plastic cup. "It's been alright!"

"Hey, you aren't busy, are you?" Kaelan asked, tilting his head. Feathers prickled up in a wave, though his pointy wings remained close at his sides.

"Um...no?" Anxiety welled in his chest. He sensed an impending lecture. And frankly, he deserved it. A month back, they both had been stranded in the snow together. While Kaelan had been nothing but helpful, Arrow had not been...on his best behaviour. Really, he had been a prick. And while there had been reasons, some more irrational than others, he had to take responsibility. He owed him that.

"Do you wanna dance?"

"Dance?" The cup collapsed from his hands, spilling its content. Kaelan reflexively lifted his wings and tail off the floor, stepping away from the liquid. He was laughing, primary feathers twitching every time he took air.

Had he forgotten?

Arrow knew he should have apologised then —for his behaviour, and the beer drop. But the billboard of confusion eclipsed all. "...You are asking me?"

"Y-Yeah! I had heard you liked parties, and stuff, so. Yeah! Could be fun!" Kaelan turned in alarm towards Lucy. "Not saying that I wouldn't like dancing with you, of course!"

She only smiled, mouthing an 'I'm good'. 

"Oh, well. I'm not much of a dancer, sorry." Arrow shrugged.

"Don't lie!" Kaelan smirked, mirroring Arrow's usual expression. He stepped forwards, circling the pooling beer. "I saw you earlier with a gal. And last year you were all over the dance floor, too! You are totes a dancer."

In their proximity, Arrow noticed alcohol in Kaelan’s breath. Not beer. Whiskey.

"Still.” He thought Avians were immune to alcohol. Then again, he used to believe many things about the Avians that weren’t seeming to be true. “Not a dancer right now."

"How about this..." Kaelan's smile grew bigger, fangs glistening with the lanterns’ light. He pulled away his sunglasses, revealing his red eyes. Arrow found them so unique, maybe even beautiful if he ignored the translucent eyelid that flickered over them.

"Come dance, and we can call it even!"

"Even?"

"For saving your life, of course!"

So, he still remembered. It was naive to think he wouldn't. He searched for anger, or even just a shred of a grudge in his eyes, and he found nothing. Before he knew it, the Avian was dragging him up to a stand, his rusty wings arching softly behind.

"Kaelan, list-"

"Oh, c'mon! You owe me!"

He was leading him into the crowd, away from his brood corner.

"But-"

"Just one dance, okay?"

Arrow turned to see Lucy, who only raised her hands apologetically before her figure disappeared behind the dancing people. He sighed, facing the Kaelan again.

"Look, I've seen you dance and I can't possibly keep up." He had to yell to be heard over the music and singing of the crowd.

"Psh, I can slow down!" The sunglasses were back on, and Kaelan confidently took Arrow's hands on his own. Kaelan was easily a head shorter than he was, and he found it silly how he lifted his arms to match up his height.

"Just don't step on me. Or do, and then you'll have to carry me home." Kaelan warned, the last sentence in a sing-song tone.

This was ridiculous, so absurd that Arrow couldn’t help but smile.

"I'll try."

[bangtide]

any blogs you recommend for a yoonminnie? my tl is deprived and soulless 😭

firstly, it's your dashboard or dash, not tl! i've rbed some posts about using tumblr & will hunt down more, please check them out. i'll discuss army tumblr culture below the read more link.

a tour through my following list yields that nearly all the bangtan blogs i follow are inactive, lmfao. but for basic bangtan content, these were the go-to:

bts-trans (still active, just slow) bangtan (ia) audiorkive (active, but only for new releases) btstwtarchive (active) allforbts (ia, but posted all updates)

as for people and content, here's what i'd have to say about army tumblr culture vs twitter (esp my community there):

the big blogs are mostly gif makers (knjspjm & sugajimin are the two i follow who come to mind). gifs are rlly popular & reposting a gif is offensive.

the same for any sort of content. always give credit to original creators, translators, ect. it's also general practice to link to the source if sharing bangtan content, such as clips.

fic writers, rpf artists, ect are rarer than they used to be due to the porn ban in 2018 when a lot of users left.

but even when you do find them, rpf-heavy text posts (aus, fics, rpf-y fawning) have become unusual outside particular niches. nsfw even more so. most authors just post fics to ao3, and artists focus on art, so on so forth. this is the biggest difference from twitter.

that said, it shouldn't stop you. i'm of the opinion rpf-ing needs to be more visible to those who want to see it.

rpf on tumblr is separated from the real life boys. not perfectly, but more so than on twitter. you should consider tagging rpf-heavy posts & fics as rpf or an equivalent if you post abt it. (my tag for it is "fic-ish")

tumblr blogs are often just people vibing & engaging in what they feel like. even if they're dedicated to one fandom, other posts will show up (jokes, politics, discussion, art, other fandoms, ect), and usually people mix fandoms on one blog.

a lot of bangtan blogs on tumblr are multi group or cover k-pop as a whole.

most of them are sideblogs, meaning op has a main blog that they interact through (like me). this doesn't mean they're more active there.

fanwars between different group fandoms are regarded as incredibly stupid & if you engage in them you'll look very stupid. they don't really happen here anymore.

in general, if you start beef with another blog instead of just blocking and moving on you'll look stupid. fanwars of all kinds are not well-tolerated on tumblr.

solos are more common on tumblr & they're not evil. starting beef with them is also considered dumb. block & move on if you're bothered.

that doesn't mean you can't criticize what you see, but vociferously decrying specific people or subcommunities with no nuance is a bad look.

criticism or expressing negative/neutral opinions of bangtan, hybe/bh, their music, content, and even individual members is normal. some people use it as an excuse to pump their hateboner or go on tirades, but again, if it bothers you block & move on.

that said, reblogging with your addition if you have something insightful to respond with is normal. so is ranting about what you saw without naming anyone.

tumblr is in general a very anti-drama climate compared to twitter. people here truly do their own thing. there are exceptions, of course, but overall you live and let live.

tumblr is also EXTREMELY anti-clout compared to twitter. it's totally fine to talk about how much you like a blog, make a post looking for people to follow or mutuals, ect. making your own post promoting your stuff is even fine as long as it's earnestly about sharing your work. but most people hide their follower counts & don't fixate on visibility. going viral is considered a curse.

lastly, publicizing personal information as a prerequisite for interacting with someone is weird here. you don't need to have your age visible to everyone to follow nsfw blogs without being blocked, for example. minors may be sbed or blocked if op wants to, but not having a public age is normal. anonymity is valued.

@yoonminist is the og yoonmin blog here (another is sugainmycoffee). be warned if you follow me from twt, she's a vers fan. that sort of content rarely shows up on her page, though. using that to segue into another subject i wanted to cover briefly,

top vs bottom culture & discourse on tumblr is not as much of a thing as it is on twitter. this is in large part due to the lack of nsfw + tumblr's overall anti-drama culture, but a lot of rps blogs here genuinely don't care either way. that lends its own issues--namely, the same old underlying sentiments that caring about top/bottom content in a meaningful way is silly, bad, ect & ignorance of how viciously certain communities have been bullied over it + favoring certain flawed but popular narratives. it's similar to twitter but less skewed in favor of one over the other, and vers fans usually do sincerely like it all (as opposed to labeling themselves vers but only engaging with one trope consistently).

crash course concluded.

[daily-rayless]

I got this meme from @runicmagitek so thank you for that!

3 Ships:

Let‘s go with three that have been on my mind lately, and let’s go from most to least functional. BoxerRed from Transistor. They’re a ship I go to for people who are deeply supportive of each other. I see them as having very different personalities (Red being distant and intense, Boxer being warmer and more flexible, but ultimately more confrontational) so they spark off of each other well. But they truly want what’s best for each other, and they’re mature enough to be honest together. When things go wrong, it’s because of outside factors, less about their personalities. And then of course there’s AschNatalia, a couple who possibly could have it all, but who are too overwhelmed by outside stressors and their own immaturity to really come together. You can take them in either direction, fluff or angst, showing them growing up and finally just loving each other or exploring all the deep fracture lines in their relationship -- and whichever side you land on, there’s still a bit of the other mixed in. And then finally, the nuclear option when it comes to my ships, CliveElza. No matter what, Clive and Elza carved a life together out despite the brutality and anguish of their upbringing. And because of that love, circumstances turn against them. Elza’s solution is deception, and Clive’s is vengeance and murder. This is the ship for when I’m interesting in digging into the characters more than finding any happy ending.

First Ship:

I think the first ship I really got into and fixated on was CecilRosa from Final Fantasy 4. That may have been because it was the first JRPG I ever played, so I just fixated on it, period. But I think I would have been drawn to the ship anyway, Cecil trying to move through his dark past, Rosa believing in him but also challenging him when necessary.

Last Song:

I think it was a live version of “The Last Unicorn” by America?

Last Movie:

Belle, the anime. I’ve watched it twice now, the second time to try to figure out what exactly it’s doing. I enjoyed it a lot, though I think it’s kind of scattered and overambitious, and that weakens it some.

Currently Consuming:

Had some French vanilla chai and trail mix a bit earlier. It’s my typical midday snack.

Currently Watching:

Continuing my trend of watching old sitcoms, I’m working through One Day at a Time. I hadn’t heard much of anything about this one, and I was a little apprehensive at the first few episodes, which was largely the main character shouting at her daughters in a small apartment. But it’s about women making their way in the 70s, and that’s an interesting time period to me, and it gets looser and more comedic over time, so I’m enjoying it.

Currently Reading:

For fun I’m reading Jala’s Mask by Mike and Rachel Grinti. It’s a fantasy set in an island kingdom (I think loosely based on coastal Africa maybe?) in which the heroine Jala quickly negotiates her marriage to a young king, then almost as quickly starts getting in trouble with his political allies, and then dark sorcery shows up. I’m not far into it yet, but it seems promising. For research, I’m reading Pandora’s Daughters by Eva Cantarella, which is trying, against all odds, to piece together the lives of ancient Greek and Roman women despite so little historical evidence. Again, not that far into it, but I’m enjoying it.

Currently Craving:

So there’s this store that’s nearish to where I live, but not near enough that I’d just casually swing by, and it sells the best cookies. They’re nothing fancy, just chocolate chip with peanuts, but they are so good. I’ve been flirting with the idea of making some of my own and hoping I can capture the magic.

If this interests you, consider yourself tagged!

[invertedphantasmagoria]

I posted 1,149 times in 2022

That's 383 more posts than 2021!

152 posts created (13%)

997 posts reblogged (87%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@headspace-hotel

@nientedal

@daydreamslug

@madamescarlette

@akkawi

I tagged 1,147 of my posts in 2022

#liz post - 97 posts

#twst - 64 posts

#misc - 57 posts

#enstars - 54 posts

#kny - 53 posts

#tokrev - 49 posts

#bleach - 49 posts

#dialovers - 44 posts

#important - 44 posts

#art - 37 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#the bedroom one isn't true though— i was 12 when i chose the decor for mine and it was just a relatively monochrome gray/dull brown combo

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I'm fixating on (and translating for) a new-ish manga/mixed-media series, so of course, I'm now going to attempt to drag all of you into it too! Because it seems like veeeery few people are invested yet. I'm working on translating the short stories rn, so join me. OwO

Here's the official site with links to the songs, the raw manga, and the short stories.

And here's a translated version of the manga.

40 notes - Posted January 25, 2022

#4

My dad sent me this picture of Henry today, and lkskjgs he was so cuuuute ;w; Precious kitty,,,

57 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

#3

Okay, so here's a list of the stuff I'm writing rn, as both a means of sharing and hopefully helping keep me accountable. XD Now that Febuwhump's done, I'm definitely moving faster on 'em!

Arashi Chapter 4 (6,339/9,000)

Reiji Sub Au Epilogue (267/2,000)

Shuu Pet Au Oneshot (871/7,000)

Sakamaki Pet Au Oneshot (0/5,000)

Akaza Pet Au Part 3 (843/3,000)

Kyoujurou Pet Au Part 3 (0/5,000)

Kyoujurou Pet Au SMUT (0/4,000)

These are literally all commissions, so that's encouraging... owo

58 notes - Posted March 4, 2022

#2

I'm a little late posting this, but here's my final total for 2021! I cleared my million-word goal, and I'm so happy about that... now to do it again~ >:Dc A million words in a year is about 2,800 a day, and while that target felt huge a year ago, it's a lot easier than I thought it'd be. Thank you to everyone who supported me and my writing last year, and here's hoping we can succeed again in 2022!

64 notes - Posted January 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

This is literally all of LHC canon as far as I know, minus the stage play making book (which I own but it isn't with me rn) and the anime DVD. Seven years of obsession and I have pretty much the whole thing...

In order:

Wayama Yama collab, Flowers artbook, Drawing 188 artbook, movie making book, manga making book

Bokura no Hikari Club volume one and two, main manga in Japanese, main manga in English, two volumes of manga F Erotics with extra LHC content

Stage play DVD, live-action movie Blu-Ray, musical DVD

71 notes - Posted March 1, 2022

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[mccormicks69thfan]

AU Posting: Poke-Hybrids

I literally made this AU to smash my two hyper-fixations together.

If there's any Pokemon you would like to suggest in slots where I am unsure of, lmk!! Especially for characters I have no ideas for (You'll be able to tell if I have nothing for them, they have ???).

Stan - Drizzile (…I couldn't resist, man.)

Kyle - Grovyle (…I mean. Who else was I gonna pick?? This one is the ONLY one that fits Kyle in my eyes! Both Stan and Cartman are jealous that he'll be able to one day Mega Evolve, which Kyle tries to ignore.)

Cartman - Pignite (Of course he's one of the fire fighting types. I only chose the Tepig line because of obvious reasons. And because I wanted 3/4 of the main boys to be from Starter lines!)

Kenny - Mismagius (Only got fully evolved b/c he ate a dusk stone at some point. Refuses to answer where he found that dusk stone though, and why he would fucking eat it.)

Butters - Togetic (Not fully evolved yet, but wants to be! He was inspired by Kenny's story, and is often found digging in South Park, just desperately looking for a Dawn Stone.)

Craig - Elgyem (…Is making Craig an alien common in some AUs…?)

Clyde - ???

Tolkien/Token - Zweilos (How these hybrids work in this AU is that there's only a rare chance for a second head to grow. He was lucky to not have that happen. Loves Nicole and supports her decision not to be like other Salazzle's.)

Tweek - Sinistea (Is more of a Ghost Ground type, being a coffee based version from this region. Get it? Because coffee grounds? …I'll see myself out.)

Jimmy - ???

Timmy - Duosion (In this AU, some hybrids evolve earlier than others. And some have subtle appearance changes. Literally only his hair changed texture, and he gained psychic powers. He's going about strengthening his mind more so he can evolve again and achieve better mobility. He always speaks with his mind, and at this point… to his friend Jimmy it just seems like he's finding an easy way out.)

Wendy - Kirlia (I mean… I had to.)

Bebe - Steenee (Wants to evolve so she can kick ass.)

Heidi - Liligant (I couldn't resist. :3)

Red - Froslass (Got lucky with Stone Searching. Found extra Dawn Stones but refuses to share with anyone. Not even Butters.)

Nicole - Salazzle (Hates her species. Gets into fights constantly with other Salazzle hybrids because she isn't getting a harem. She refuses to. In love with Tolkien. <3)

Scott M. - Combee (As he is male, he will never evolve. But he's fine with it! Who needs to evolve when just being a hybrid as is makes you 'cool'?)

Dougie - Rotom (I had to. Don't ask me why. If you have a better Pokemon to mix Dougie with, lmk.)

Mike - Gliscor (A fake bat hybird. That is NOT a bat!! Well, kind of. He only says he's a bat until people end up pointing out the other thing his kind are based on. Which are scorpionflies.)

Pete - Houndour (Not fully evolved yet, and doesn't look forward to it. He doesn't want to look super intimidating…)

Michael - Absol (Stays away from everyone that isn't his friends, because everyone else sees him as a bad omen. I wonder why…)

Henrietta - Gothorita (At least she isn't an overly girly Pokemon like some of the other girls.)

Firkle - Rookidee (Because steel bird. That's all. …He isn't one yet, but he wants to be.)

Extras: Non-canon to the AU at the current moment, including OC's (uh… OC's will never be canon obviously). You are free to draw them though, I welcome it.

Philip - Greavard (..I was gonna make him Lillipup, but then I remembered he was dead. So I made him Greavard, as he died before he could grow in his hybrid features. Still jolly and cheerful, and literally unaware he drains energy from the living.)

Damien - Morgrem (Need I say more?)

Gregory - Doublade (Sassy hero? Yes please. May not actually be Gregory talking, but the spirit in the swords he has.)

Christophe - Excadrill (Get it because he's called the mole?? No but seriously, this Pokemon just SCREAMED Christophe.)

Pocket - Lopunny (I didn't want to make him a Diggersby or a Raboot. I also find it personally funny, and no I won't say why.)

Estella - Primarina (Her mom overfed her Rare Candies to make her as beautiful as possible early on. This has made her jaded and hate her mom in secret.)

Gary - Wooloo (Unless anyone else has any better ideas.)

Scott T. - Zoruark (If anyone has any better ideas, lmk. I personally don't like to think about Tennorman that much…)

Leslie - Iron Moth (Not of this time period. Nobody knows where she came from, if she ever even came from here to begin with.)

Terrance - Slither Wing (Not of this time period either. Was brought back to life using the DNA found in the amber from ancient times. Thought originally to be from Aerodactyl, it instead turned out to be a past version of Volcarona.)

Angela - Indeedee (The female Indeedee, not the male one.)

Ebony - Cufant (I couldn't resist. :D)

Hannah - Crobat (Actually a bat Pokemon! I was saving Crobat for her. But like I said up there, the OC's aren't canon.)

Kasumi/Camilla - Alcremie (Because I didn't want overlapping species.)

Niya - Skiddo (I mean, her last name writes itself.)

Ruby - Liepard (Don't trust her cute looks. That's how she steals stuff from people.)

Skyla - Rowlett (Because owl. I do know owls will be important to Skyla's super hero persona, that's for sure.)

Cassandra - Murkrow (Wanted to keep Skyla and Cassandra related somehow.)

[love-beyond-space-war]

Requested a while ago. Never tried to write for him until now....

"I've Heard Stories"

John-117 (Master Chief) x Female! Reader

Synopsis: You are a Spartan-IV sent on a mission with John-117 himself. You've heard stories of the Spartan-II in many other missions, such as fighting fleets of covenant alone. You've even heard rumors of what Spartan-IIs went through compared to Spartan-IVs. You knew not to get on his bad side, but you also couldn't help but admire him.

Content Warning/Note: Maybe some spoilers for Master Chief's past? This does not take place in any specific game. Slight Angst (?) No real romantic connection, more or less just you trying to understand and respect John, although it's implied. I just let my mind ramble for this 😅 Spartan-II/Spartan-IV generation gap?

To be a Spartan-IV wasn't easy. It was a role you had to learn and earn. Despite this, even you knew you had nothing on Spartan-II.

You were one of the newest sets of Spartan. Yet, Chief, was one of the first. Being near the veteran was both fascinating, yet unnerving.

If there was one thing you were sure about, it was that this mission was getting done.

From what you've heard any mission the Chief was on was accomplished skillfully.

Maybe that's why you found him endearing, almost....

You looked up to him in a way. Master Chief was humanity's beacon of hope. Someone you could only aspire to be. You respected him.

You also...sympathized with him.

Spartan-IIs were the first to be trained. Taken from their families to become a machine meant for murder and death against unknown threats.

Spartans were meant to be humanity's weapon.

While you, as a Spartan-IV, had chosen to serve as said weapon.

Chief hadn't.

He had been bred to win, he had been raised to fight.

You couldn't fathom what he's seen.

"Hostiles, on our right!" You warn, aiming down your weapon.

"Stay in cover!" Chief calls, you and the mix of Spartans and Marines obeyed and listened to his orders.

You wished you could offer some sort of support for the fellow Spartan. Yet you weren't sure if you would even get a chance.

Chief, was raised to kill and emote as little as possible. Trying to reach out and speak with him seemed as though it would get you nowhere unless you were Blue Team.

So, for now, you decided to show your respect in the form of combat. You vowed to yourself that you'd fight for him. If you could help just a little, you were content.

"This way." Chief gestures, urging you to follow with a group of Marines. You needed to clear the area so the main group needed to split up.

"Understood, sir!" You confirm on your display, following the green suited Spartan.

The current area is cleared enough for everyone to breathe, but it would only be a matter of time before there would be more.

"It's an honor to work with you, sir." You comment softly, keeping pace with the better experienced soldier. Chief glances towards you. "I've heard stories about your triumphs."

"Triumphs?" He answers, looking back ahead to see if any hostiles had come into sight.

"Of course. I'm pretty sure only you could take on Covenant in hoards alone. It's courageous, really."

"I'm just doing what I've been born to do." Chief answers. You frown inside your helmet.

Born to do....

"I'm sorry...." Chief looks at you again briefly. "I've...only heard what Spartan-IIs have gone through. I can't even imagine such..." You trail off, clearing your throat.

Chief doesn't answer you for a moment. You feel as though you said the wrong thing. Nervously you fixate to what's in front of you in search of enemies.

Maybe a firefight can cut the tension....

"...That's not important." Chief doesn't seem upset or angry, just...distant.

You take a deep breath.

"I know...but...how can one person suffer so much alone?" You feel as though you're pushing your place.

"It's not of your concern." Chief continues. "Humanity is more important."

You decide to drop the conversation.

"Alright... I stepped out of line, sir. Just...know I won't just fight for humanity."

You check your rifle.

"I'll fight for you, too."

Chief's visor didn't leave your direction.

"...Why?"

You look briefly to the other Spartan.

"...I respect you."

With that, you continue your mission.

It was best that you didn't push yourself to understand Chief too hard.

There are some things you'll just never understand about Spartan-IIs

There are some things you'll just never understand about him

[queenshelby]

The Donor

31 Days of Kink: Day 25

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Smut, Breeding Kink, Fertility Issues Mentioned, Polygamy, Pregnancy

Words: 2,165

You and your husband Sam have been trying for a baby for about a year now without success. Going down the route of IVF wasn’t an option for you as you wished to conceive naturally. Following a few tests, it turned out that Sam was the one at fault and you were looking at options for donor sperm.

‘You know, I might be able to help. I already have a couple of healthy kids’ Sam’s brother Cillian suggested one night over a bottle of wine and you seriously considered Cillian’s offer.

***

A few months went by and you had been trying to conceive with Cillian’s sperm the conservative way with a little cup, a porn magazine and a syringe.

But your efforts were futile and you had to come up with a different idea.

‘I have been reading that the chances of conception are higher if you were to actually do the deed’ Sam then said one night after a glass of red wine.

‘You want me to sleep with your brother?’ you then asked somewhat surprised about his suggestion and he simply shrug his shoulders.

‘Just to fall pregnant, Y/N. If it means we can have a baby, then yes’ he sighed and you reluctantly agreed.

It is not that you had never fantasised about Cillian but, of course, you would never have acted on it.

***

It was a Sunday night and your most fertile day of the month. The doorbell rang at exactly 8 o’clock and, as usual, Cillian was punctual and on time.

‘So, we are really doing this?’ you asked somewhat nervously as he walked inside the house together with your husband Sam.

‘I guess so…if this is what you both want’ Cillian chuckled, feeling slightly weird about sleeping with his brother’s wife.

‘Yes, we do’ Sam said after you nodded at him nervously and you were quick to disappear into the bathroom to get yourself ready.

‘I suppose, I will be down here watching the footy while you do what you need to do’ Sam said as you finally emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but black panties and a black tanktop.  

‘Alright man’ Cillian said and you couldn’t help but giggle.

But your giggle soon turned into a purr as you climbed on to the bed while you watched Cillian undress himself almost completely and somewhat reluctantly.

‘Come on then, let’s do this’ you said nervously as you gazed over Cillian’s body. His cock was already semi hard, straining against his briefs and ready for you.

‘My brother is one lucky man’ Cillian then said politely as climbed onto the bed and his eyes locked with yours. You scooched back, moving to lie against the headboard and he followed, leaving kisses on your thighs once he reached them, your soft flesh trembling slightly under that attention.

His fingers then hooked into your panties and another purr followed as your eyes were inviting and your trembling was growing restless.

He slid your panties down slowly, revealing your slick sex, the pink folds coated with plenty of your feminine dew. Your panties were discarded once past your ankles. Briefly ignoring that revealed sex, he let his fingers trail idly over your belly, up into your tank top. You squirmed, biting your lip as that trailing drew your tank top up, soon showing off your pert breasts, the swells crowned with stiff nipples. The tank top was also discarded, this time by you, tossed aside with no hesitation.

His cock twitched at the sight before him, your nubile figure laid out before him, your ripe curves available for ogling and more.

Your pussy drew his attention again.

He slid up in between your thighs, taking a firm hold of them, spreading them further. His eyes locked again with your, that shared gaze suffused with affection and lustfulness.

‘What are you doing?’ you then asked surprised as Cillian was leaning down to leave more kisses over your thighs.

‘Getting you ready’ he murmured in between kisses you were squirming evidencing your building neediness.

He laughed, shaking his head in bemusement, and then let his tongue swipe over your folds.

‘Oh good lord, what the hell Cillian’ you moaned in surprise, causing him to pause and look up at you.

‘I’ve done some research myself. The best chance of conception is achieved when a woman orgasms before and during insemination’ he advised and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his use of the word ‘insemination’.

But your chuckle soon turned into a loud moan when he descended back in between your legs.

Your moan made his cock twitch again. The flavour of your juices was a delight and his tongue was swiping a few more times through your slit, collecting a few more trickles of your juices. You arched your back, reaching down to twine fingers into his hair. More moans followed, his thirst immediately aroused, his tongue setting a steady pace in swiping and licking over those folds.

‘Oh god Cillian, fuck’ you moaned as his hands squeezed at your thighs, dimpling the flesh there.

You knew you shouldn’t be enjoying yourself like this with Cillian, but you couldn’t help it. His tongue was magic and your moans fell in droves, encouraging him to keep his tongue working, to lick and lap more over those folds. Your pleasure was obvious, little bucks and squirms at every movement his tongue made, those incessant moans, the sultry desire plastered across your face. You stroked over his hair, staring down at him, your head occasionally tilting back into the pillows.

‘Fuck yes, Cillian, lick it just like that...’ you groaned loudly and Cillian slid his tongue up to your clit. Your back arched sharply, and the praise became a cry.

After that little bit of attention, he returned to swiping his tongue over that slick slit, gathering up plenty of juices, savouring that subtle musk. One hand went from your thigh up to your breasts, adding more sensations to the mix.

‘Fuck yes’ you moaned again, knowing that all of this was wrong.

Cillian’s cock was hard and aching inside his shorts. Despite the instinct to free it and then sheathe it inside you, he carried on with his eager tonguing, enamored with your flavour and your reactions.

‘Ooh, I'm close, please don't stop, please!’ you moaned again and the thought of stopping to tease you flitted through his mind in order to draw this out, but he quickly decided to keep going, wanting to see, hear, and feel you come undone.

His tongue kept up that same pace, and soon enough, that desire was granted.

A series of strong shudders wracked your figure, one hand tugging at the bedsheets while the other stroked over his hair. The shudders were followed by squeals, your voice ringing out in the bedroom. He carried on licking and lapping, slurping up the copious juices streaming from your sex. His eyes stayed pinned to your face, drinking in the expressions there, the way your eyes clenched shut to ride out the storm of euphoria, the slight flutter as you opened them, the little 'o' of your parted lips, the flush across your cheeks.

As the ecstasy dwindled, he snuck up to your clit, and sucked, swirling his tongue atop it as well.

Your back arched, and your mouth fell open, letting out a strangled cry. Coming right on the heels of its predecessor, this next orgasm was vicious, a certain strain appearing on your face. He drew back, letting you return to normalcy from those intense heights of pleasure.

That strangled cry became breathless purrs. His eyes roamed along your body, noticing twitches pop up here and there. He drew back further to get a better view.

A smirk spread across your lips at the sight of him drinking in your figure while removing his briefs. The hand you had kept locked on the bedsheets now crept over your thigh towards your sex, lazily stroking over those slick folds, framing that pink slit, teasing him to take you.

‘Ready for the main event?’ he then chuckled and you nodded with excitement knowing again that you shouldn’t have been fantasying about this night over the past few weeks.

When Cillian’s cock then finally neared your entrance, firmly in his grip, you moved your fingers away from your folds, taking up another fistful of the sheets. Your eyes flickered down to fixate on his stiff shaft nudging up against those soaked petals, smearing a few trickles of wetness.

His shaft slid past your slit, driving steadily into your channel, that warm sheath eagerly welcoming him.

‘Oh god Cillian’ you moaned with delight, your joyous shriek having died down in the face of the wondrous sensation that was your husband’s brother slipping all the way inside your clutching pussy.

‘Jesus Y/N, you are so fucking tight’ Cillian groaned as his hips slid back and eased forward. You glanced back up at him, blushing at how his eyes devoured the spectacle of your bodies coming together, an enthusiastic lust written across his face.

‘You feel so good’ he then moaned as he looked at you lustfully and the steady pace continued with no urgency in his movements.

Then, out of the blue, Cillian leaned forward and kissed you and, whilst you knew it was wrong, you let him and another moan followed, muffled by his mouth.

You squirmed, your back arching slightly, your breasts smushed against his chest, your legs moving to rub over his calves, not quite wrapping around them, only indulging in an instinctive need for more of that close contact.

Your bodies and mouths moved together calmly and you were running one of your hands over the side of his body, feeling his skin against your palm. A shiver ran over him, a groan spilling into your kiss, that simple touch affecting him as much as it did you.

You felt your pleasure rising steadily, helped along by that delight and the thrill that came with knowing your husband was downstairs and had allowed this to happen.

Then, the kiss broke as Cillian eased his mouth off yours and brought it over your neck. You cooed at the feeling of that warmth making its way along that stretch of flesh. Your hands clung to him, mindlessly hoping to keep him close, that hope unnecessary.

His cock picked up a bit of speed, pumping inside you, throbbing and twitching. Another coo fell from you as you shuddered, your body reacting to that throbbing and twitching, your channel clutching, your back arching, your legs looping over his calves, your toes curling.

That coo was answered by another groan, and then Cillian’s mouth reached your breasts and found a nipple. The sensitive bud was immediately trapped between his lips. Your body reacted again, bucking slightly, but he stayed comfortably atop you, sucking at your breast, his hands roaming along your figure.

The combination of sensations drew an orgasm closer. His mouth did not let up, moving over your breasts, switching from nipple to nipple, kissing along the luscious flesh between them. His cock pumped with that same rhythm, metronomic thrusts broken up by the occasional more vigorous effort. You luxuriated in the swirling stimulation as the orgasm neared.

It struck seconds later. You bucked harder, squealing loudly, shamelessly expressing your bliss and ignoring the fact that your husband was downstairs.

Whatever restraint had been guiding Cillian’s slower pace by that point crumbled once he felt your pussy spasming around him.

His hips pumped harder, driving into your channel with a decisive vigor, stirring up the abundant juices flowing freely. That added vigor sent you into yet another orgasm.

A ragged moan brushed over your breasts, and then he stilled inside you.

‘Fuck’ Cillian groaned as heated spurts of his cum followed seconds later. Your channel clutched around the flood, eagerly accepting the slick warmth and drawing it into your womb. His cock pulsed with each spurt, adding to the amount inside you which is when that second orgasm you experienced became a third as your pleasure surged higher along with his.

After you milked the last drop of his seed from him, you both finally came down from your highs and Cillian eased himself from inside you, letting his softened cock slip out, and then moved off you.

‘So, you think we did it?’ Cillian then chuckled before propping a pillow under your bottom which, apparently, was yet another thing he had read about and researched.

‘Well, if we didn’t, then we gotta try again, right?’ you asked, causing Cillian to laugh before putting his clothes back on and joining his brother downstairs to watch the rest of the footy.

***

Two weeks later, you finally saw those magical two lines on your pregnancy test for the first time.

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[kkusuka]

So, I have an idea 👁👄👁. Who knows if it’ll be a good one, but I had a dream last night, WHERE I WAS BEING SHARED BY KAGS AND TSUKKI. Let me know if you like this idea <3 Love ur poly headcanons and I think that’s where this dream came from <3333

funny because i think about this all day every day

The Velvet Room <3

Tsukishima Kei x Reader x Kageyama Tobio 

Mafia AU

words: 2.1k 

Cw: choking, double Penn. In the same hole, it’s tsukishima so degradation

The Velvet Room Nightclub was a place to avoid.

In fact, you avoid even speaking about the place, as do many. Other than it being almost completely unaffordable to the general public, but just mentioning the Karasuno Yakuza was enough to scare the remaining brave souls from the doors.

You didn't really know what made them so bad, no one delves deep into the issues publicly, and apparently privately, of fear they will somehow overhear the contents of the conversation.

Your friends had already beaten into your head to stay away from the luxurious club. And there were enough bars and smaller clubs lining the city; so it wasn’t a problem to the general public.

So how did your friend and you get in the check-in line at the very club you’ve been told to avoid like a plague?

Kiyoko’s bachelorette party. That’s how you landed a stop in the most expensive place in the city. She was one of the people who always played devil’s advocate for the club. (you had your suspicions about the man she’s marrying too, not you get you wrong they are lovely people, just an enigma to the club.)

She was adamant about having her party there, saying she wanted to show you that it wasn't scary, you guys were just falling into the drama.

“You know, it does look really nice in here!” another friend whispered as you walked through the door; the hostess looked up at your group, seemingly recognizing Kiyoko at first glance, as she didn't say a word before leading you through red curtains, past the dance floor and what looked like the main bar, up the stairs to a long hallway.

Walking down the hallway you noticed the individual rooms lining the walls, no doors, the entries were of the same red cloth. You were led to the very end of the hall, pushing the red back, revealing a room with booths along the wall, circling a white table.

To the side of the room, a bar loaded with different bottles and lime slices. You had almost completely eased up on the reputation of the club, the white and LED lights lining the room sent you into a calm, relaxed view of the infamous building.

“Alright let's stop lollygagging! Let’s party!” with that you began to drink and within minutes food had arrived to your room. No worries, there was no poison in either the food or the drinks; so now you had nothing even remotely bad to say about this place, it was great!

Before you knew it, it was almost two in the morning and according to some of the girls who ventured to the outside, the club was packed. Being that you had been there since 8, it was needless to say you were growing tired; your social battery was nothing compared to some of your friends.

“C’mon, Y/n! Let’s go to the dance floor! This room is getting boring!” one of your friends was trying to pull you from where you had nestled into the booth.

“Fine, fine, calm down! I'm coming, I'm coming!” you relented, allowing her to drag you pat the curtains and onto the dance floor where music was blasting from every angle.

As you dance, your eyes move across the bodies on the floor to the people leaning on the walls lining the outskirts of the mass of people. As you drag across the couple clearly getting a bit too heavy in public your eyes meet a sharp cerulean blue.

Expecting him to turn away, you kept your eyes locked with his, disregarding the people surrounding you. Seeing that he wouldn't break our staring contest, your eyes travel from his eyes to his draped hair, down his neck, taking note of his dark three-piece suit hiding his body.

Through your examination you lost your footing, falling back crashing into a hard chest.

For the second time that night, your eyes met gold surrounded by black rims. You watched his lips curl into a scowl as he set you back onto your heels, clearly running his eyes along the curves of your body.

He returned his eyes back on your before flipping his lips into a condescending smirk, raising his chin as if he was leagues above you, “Not very balanced are we, short?”  he remarked, shoving his hands into his pant-pockets.

“I was going to say thank you, but you ruined my thanks by opening your mouth.” you retorted, making a move to turn back to where you hoped your friend was still dancing, though before you could, another body was beside you.

“Stop bothering them, Tsukishima.” a deep voice rumbled from next to you, looking at it was the man from across the room; his sharp eyes now cast onto the blond asshole, who was still smirking, bigger now that this other man had stepped in,  down at the both of you.

“Or what, King? Are you going to command me around like the commoner I am? Short and I were just talking, so you can butt out your highness.” Tsukishima sneered at, the king? that couldn’t be his name, and from the way he stiffened at the mention of this name, he didn't like it very much.

He was about to respond when two voices called from either side of your newly formed circle.

“Y/n!”

“Kageyama! Tsukishima!”

You knew it was Kiyoko who was calling you back towards the stairs, so you sneak a glance two where the men turned, seeing a smaller man, boy? with bright orange hair waving the two over. Hearing Kiyoko call you again, you tear your sight from the two walking away and make your way back to the room.

The events of that night still play in the back of your mind even a month later as you get ready for another pouting with Kiyoko and the hostess from that night, who’s named you learned to be Yachi, who had quickly became friends with you along with a few of your other friends.

“Won't it be awkward clubbing at the place you work?” you didn't want to force Yachi to go back, she seems to spend enough time there as it is. And if you got her to say no, you wouldn’t have to go either. It wasn't that you didn't want to have a good time, you did. It was that you didn't know if you could handle seeing Tsukishima and Kageyama again. Your body wanted it, it desperately wanted to see at least one of them again, but your mind was against the idea.

Yachi had told you about them, they were clearly part of the high rank of the Karasuno Yakuza. She explained how rude and all-around awful Tsukishima treated people, from remarks to just making fun of them. She told you about Kageyama’s bad attitude and how he was exiled from another Yakuza and was picked up for his skills.

You had to stop yourself from thinking about them for about a week before your memory began to torment you once more. You couldn’t lie; that was hot. Not that they were mafia goonies; but how confident they were walking around their club knowing what they could do at any time.

Now sitting at the main bar while Kiyoko and Yachi dance with each other on some far corner of the dance floor, you wish more people came. You vowed to stay away from the dance floor, in fear of deja vu taking its course and becoming reality.

To consumed in mixing your lime into your margarita, you ignore that body that slides into the stool next you yours.

“I was wondering when you would come back, Shortie, his Majesty interrupted us last time.”  warm breath hit the shell of your ear as a too-familiar snarky voice sounded from beside you. Tsukishima pulled back, resting his head on his palm, as the bartender shoots a whiskey in his direction.

“I have nothing to say to you.” you raise your chin, imitating how he had when you first met. From the corner of your eyes, you could see his amusement clear on his face. Trying to ignore him you make a move to leave your seat.

“None of that, I’m just trying to have a conversation!”

You continue your ignorance, scanning the crowd for your friends.

“I’ll buy you food?”

“Only until we finish the food, then you leave me alone.”

Seeming content with your answer, he takes you up the same stairs, to another room on the right of the corridor.

In your former opinion, Tsukishima was actually a very good conversationalist, you hadn’t even realized that the food had been done for an hour and you had gone through more than enough drinks.

“Hinata really jumped into a fruit cart? Like in the movies? How does that even happen?” you laugh, curling yourself against his side as he mocks his friends.

Noticing he wasn’t laughing anymore, you look back up towards his face. Realizing just how close he was to you, eyes fixated on your lips, yours the same before you realize what was happening.

“I’m sorry i-”

Before you could even finish your mumbling you were pulled back into him, lips pressing on yours. Keeping your lips connected he moved you onto his lap, your straddling his waist as his hands moved to rub along your thighs.

Pulling away to breathe, you start to unbutton his white shirt, he,  pushing the ends of your dress to rest on your hips, giving him a view of your red lace.

“Tsukishima what the hell-”

Kageyama’s familiar voice called from the entrance of the room, dying down when he registered what he was seeing. Frozen in place, he could see Tsukishima’s hand still making its way to the zipper of your dress. From the crook of your neck, he could see Tsukishima smirk sucking on the skin below your ear.

You tried to push Tsukishima off, not wanting to embarrass yourself further, but he held you in an iron grip acting as if nothing had happened.

“Are you just going to sit there and watch King? If so then you can just leave now.” He mocked, not straying from slipping your dress from your burning body. When you tried to respond, Tsukishima moved his finger to meet with your clothed bud.

Seeming to have made his decision, you feel Kageyama tilt your head to meet your lips. Wrapping his hands around your neck keeps you where he wanted.

“Wow you're more of a whore than I thought, totally ok with being shared by two guys, you’re fucking dripping!”

Tsukishima pulled your underwear to the side, shoving two fingers into your weeping hole, Kageyama moving his mouth to the column of your neck, opposite from where Tsukishima’s was just minutes ago.

“You’re going to take both of us, like a good cum-dump” Tsukishima sneered, pulling his cock out of it's refines, “c’mon tell me how much you love being our cum-dump.”

You couldn’t even mutter a word through Kageyama's fingers in your mouth. Before you could think, he was pushing you down onto his cock. You gave a choked moan as he lifted your hips then dropped them back onto his.

Your monetary focus on Tsukishima left you unaware of Kageyama’s escapades until you felt a hand on your back pressing you to the blond’s chest. You thought he was just going to press into your ass until you felt his tip at your already stuffed entrance.

“Wait, you can’t-”

“Shut up and take it, whore.”

Fitting them both was almost impossible, you felt more stretched than you ever had in your entire life. Tears were flowing down your cheeks, not that either of them seemed to care as they steadied in a pace, moving in sync with the other.

Eventually, you lost yourself on their cocks, you didn't know when but a hand attached itself to your clit. Your orgasm washed over you as your cum sprayed onto your thighs and Tsukishima’s pants.

Neither of them paid you any mind as they continued for another minute before stuffing you with cum.

“You might just have to be our permanent cum-dump, huh Shortie?”

“For once, I think I agree.”

[thefanficmonster]

Bouquet

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having come clean about being single for a very long time now and considering herself completely out of the dating scene, Y/N’s confession is taken and responded to with a ton of kindness, especially from a special someone...

Requested by Anon. Hi hun! Thank you so much for your lovely request, it was such a joy to write! I’m so sorry for the long wait you had to go through but the fic is finally here and I hope you enjoy reading it! Love, Vy ❤

I roll out of bed with little to no desire to start my day. We haven’t got a scheduled stream for today and the clouds glooming in the sky seem to be promising rain so really what do I have to get up for except that it’s a rule society installed?

Just kidding, I’m basically stalling and that’s all.

So what happened was the streamer gang and I were playing Among Us last night and our conversation during the pause between rounds somehow swerved into relationship territory. I stayed quiet the majority of if not all the time because I had no valid input to offer. 

If you know me you know I’m not one of the performers on the dating scene. I have never really confirmed it with my fans - well, until last night, that is - but I bet they have picked up on that fact considering I’ve been on YouTube for around a decade and have never had a partner. That being said, I’d have to also mention that I have in fact dated but someone but it was before my YouTube era started. Me choosing this career path, which back then was just a hobby, had nothing to do with the relationship ending but it still motivated me to not to actively look for a relationship while I’m still focused on my career. It’s too much work, too much stress and requires a lot of balance I most certainly either don’t have or I don’t have the energy to put in balancing my romantic and professional lives. Luckily, no one’s ever pressured me into finding a significant other, not yet at least, so no societal pressure for me!

But I gotta admit I felt real awkward admitting all this last night.

“Hey Y/N what do you think? You’ve been awfully quiet?“ Rae asks, causing me to jolt in my seat from where I’ve been reading my chat for the past five minutes, my mic muted.

I quickly unmute to reply, blushing ever so slightly, “Um, sorry I was reading my chat. What do I think about what?”

“The gesture of giving flowers to your significant other, is it romantic or a waste of money and plant murder?“ Rae explains, still managing to catch me off-guard with her question.

I ponder what my response should be for a little bit before deciding to level it to a neutral level where I almost sound indifferent, “It is in fact plant murder basically and artificial flowers would definitely be a better gift - plus they’ll last longer.”

“Mhmm yeah that’s true.“ Poki agrees with me, “But there’s still the question of whether it’s a romantic gesture or not. I personally don’t think it’s overrated or cheesy, I actually quite like it. What about you, Y/N?“

And now she’s got me in a real trap that I can’t wiggle out of without speaking my truth. I don’t know where this sudden anxiety around the subject came from but it now resides within me rent free and makes me feel self-conscious and embarrassed of the confession I’m inevitably make.

“Um, I wouldn’t know for certain, I’ve never received flowers myself...“ I say sheepishly, cringing at the sound of my own voice, “It’s not like I’ve dated plenty of people and the one guy I did date wasn’t really romantic or anything, I mean - we were teenagers, after all. But when I think about it in theory I think I’d like the gesture: it’s thoughtful, plus you get a temporary but beautiful piece of décor out of it.“

I’m gonna hope I didn’t sound too pitiful or desperate. Of course I’m not gonna check afterward on the stream cause I’d rather live in the illusion of having sounded humorous rather than be given the confirmation that I didn’t.

“Wait, wait, wait, did you date your last boyfriend like a decade ago?“ Corpse is now the one talking and that makes me feel even more anxious. This is not the impression one would want to give to their crush, is it? Oh well, no turning back now.

“Correct.“ I reply with a laugh that I hope didn’t sound as nervous as it was.

“And you’ve never, like in your whole life, received flowers from someone?“ He sounds astonished which sort of makes me want to shrink up in my shell like a turtle. Too bad I don’t have a shell though. I’m genuinely thinking of the option to rip the router out of the outlet right now to save me the troubles but I’m not that immature. I’m surprised I’m even reacting this way - this topic doesn’t usually bother me at all but now for some reason I’m red as a tomato and shrinking in my chair. 

I know what the obvious answer is but I’d rather die than admit to it.

“Yeah, yeah, I know it sounds bad but I really don’t care.“ I make an attempt at changing the subject, swerving it back to the main topic rather than my lack of a love life, “I do, in fact, find the gesture sweet - it adds vibrancy to the relationship just like the flowers would add vibrancy and color to the space they’re put in.“

“Oh my gosh, that’s such a cool analogy!“ Rae gushes, “You’re totally right, it might be an old trick, but it’s aged like fine wine.“

Phew, God bless you Rae.

“Exactly, exactly.“ Corpse agrees as well but I don’t think he’s fully heard what Rae said since he sounds to have fallen in deep thought.

At least I got away with it with only making a SLIGHT nervous wreck of myself.

Yikes, was that horrible, though I don’t people will remember it for long. Sure, my fans have sent me thousands of lovely messages and pictures of bouquets and will maybe continue sending them for another day or two - which I highly appreciate, don’t get me wrong. I’m severely touched by this gesture of theirs and it almost makes me glad I finally ‘came clean’ about my romance-less life - however, it’ll fade overtime. I mean, who the heck cares if I’m single or not?

As I pour the milk over my cheerios which I’ve been snacking on dry for the past half hour as I rifled through the many notifications clogging up my lock screen, I hear the doorbell ring. I’m understandably puzzled by this, seeing as how I never get visitors so that doorbell rings only when I’ve ordered something, be it takeout or a random item off Amazon. However, I can’t remember ordering anything, at least not anything that should be arriving at the moment or even anytime soon - that glow-in-the dark curtain isn’t supposed to arrive until next week.  I make my way to the door, unbothered by the fact I’m still in my pajamas, and take a look through the peephole.

It’s a delivery guy...and he happens to be holding a huge-ass bouquet.

“What the...“ I mutter to myself as I unlock and swing open the door in the blink of an eye, “Hi?“

“Hi there, are you Y/N L/N?“ The delivery guy, who I’ve seen many times before and who I’m on pretty friendly terms with, asks me jokingly, sending a wink my way.

“I sure am.“ I reply, my gaze fixated on the breathtaking flowers he’s holding, “But those can’t be for me, that’s for sure.“

He fishes looks at his clipboard one more time, nodding before he looks back at me, “I double and triple checked, Y/N, they’re for you. Here, have a look if you don’t believe me.” He turns the clipboard  for me to see and he is actually telling the truth. I mean, I doubt he’d have any reason to lie to me but mix-ups happen all the time.

“Um, ok thanks. Sorry for the halt, it’s just...I’d hate to be the recipient of the flowers meant for another girl.” I apologize as I take the bouquet for him, still in awe of the fact I’m the one it was made and meant for and sent to.

I say a quick ‘bye’ to the delivery guy before practically running inside to inspect this bouquet for a card from the sender. I have my guesses: it has to be someone who was present during the stream last night and someone who knows my address. Hopefully it’s someone from my friend group and not a fan who watched the stream and just happens to know my address. I’d still appreciate the gesture, but I’d also install security cameras if that was the case.

Something about the color scheme of the flowers - pink and black - gives me Rae vibes since she constantly teases me about my aesthetics contradicting each other. But then again, Poki does it too so it could be her as well....

Oh...OH GOD IT’S NEITHER OF THEM

                                                               ~ ~ ~

I’ve been sitting here, keeping myself a safe distance from my phone so I’m not the first one to send her a text. So I don’t ask if she got what I sent her. So I don’t ask what she thought of it, how the bouquet looks in her living room, how it smells, how it makes her feel. I have so many questions so that phone is best off at a major distance from me. I’m the one who’s better off with such a huge distance between me and the device, to be perfectly honest.

Was it a bad idea? Should I have slept on it - or just thought about it longer cause sleep and I don’t get along? Should I have at least waited a day or two? Should I-

My phone vibrates with a notification and I practically fly to it from across the room, grabbing it and unlocking it asap. My heart sinks and takes off like a rocket simultaneously when I see I’ve been tagged in Y/N’s Instagram story. I nervously tap the notification that sends me to the picture of the bouquet I sent her with some text written over it.

“Thank you, Romeo ;)“

Somehow that one sentence answers all those aforementioned questions.

Is this what people refer to as butterflies in one’s stomach? Cause it feels significantly more like a crush...oh wait.

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[dreamingofaizawa]

Powerful Ch. 1

Yakuza! Shouta Aizawa x Fem! Reader

*Mafia AU* Quirkless as well

Warnings: Arranged (sort of) marriage, brief mention of champagne, mentions of violence (nothing too specific). In later chapters: Probably smut

Word Count: 3.4 k

Author’s Note: ALRIGHTY here we go. I just had a fixation on Mafia AUs and, of course, it’s Shouta. What else did you expect? I’m a sucker for arranged relationships. Also he’s a little ooc in here, more confident, more ‘I want it I got it’. Hey, he’s the most powerful man in Japan, might as well have him act like it right? Anywho, I have no clue how many chapters this’ll end up being. Let’s just say this is ongoing for now.

Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

Enjoy~

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25 years old and you haven’t been married off yet. This was strategic on your father’s part. As a rather low-ranking clan he’d purposely saved you, his eldest daughter, for marrying into a higher ranked clan. You’d bring immense honor to the family name. If only you’d known what you were getting into, maybe you could have been better prepared for your world to flip on its head.

The black velvet gown you wear is tailored perfectly to your form, accentuating every curve and dip on your body. The skirt fanned out around you gracefully and a short train trailed behind you as you stepped through the grand doors of the massive mansion. Tonight is the annual celebratory ball, held to celebrate successful unions and achievements. This one was particularly special, you just didn’t quite know it yet.

Since the event wasn’t mandatory, you were told to go in alone as a representative of your clan, while Mother and Father attended to more important matters. Before you even stepped in you fixed your posture and schooled your expression, keeping your form humbled. Heavens know what could happen should you irk the wrong clan.

Inside you were met with an onslaught of mixed everything, mixed drinks and colors and styles. Some wore traditional Japanese kimono, others more modern versions of the garment and others, like you, wearing more extravagant european or western style clothing. Though a rather interesting mix, nothing quite clashed which you were slightly grateful for, since there was no possible way you could make it through the night without a headache if there was an unpleasant mix of visuals.

You strode through and instantly met several lower clan heads that you respectfully bowed to and engaged in pleasant small talk with, moving from person to person, couple to couple and paying respects to all of them. You kept a small smile, a pleasant facade as you waltzed over the hardwood flooring. It took almost two hours of endless conversation before you managed to catch a break in the madness, snatching a small flute of champagne from a waiter and leaning up against a wall for a breath. 

You still hadn’t noticed the pair of dark eyes that studied you from the moment you arrived.

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You struck him as intriguing at first. From the moment you walked over the threshold his eyes drank you in, studying you, observing and judging just as he had with many other women before you. No one here knows it, but the man is looking for a bride. Someone who could stand by his side,improve and uphold his image, help him wield the power that is the Yakuza. Yes, rank is important, but Shouta is too picky to care about rank. He is looking for a specific type of woman, one that can hold untold depths of power without crumbling under the pressure or getting swept up in the rush of it all.

A woman, he decides, like you.

You held yourself with grace, pride and humility. You seemed to understand your position, your probable low rank, while also not undermining your importance nor worth. A woman like you is hard to come by in this world, most just as power hungry and ruthless and greedy as their husbands, all while putting up a cotton candy sweet mask and using it to disguise their conniving ways. 

But in truth, that’s what it took to live this kind of life, isn’t it?

It was clear you knew that, while still managing to feel genuine in everything you did, even with an action as simple as sipping champagne. At the same time he can’t deny you are quite beautiful, soft lips and softer eyes, fingers gently grasping your glass with unmatched elegance and an unwavering strength in your posture. You’d bowed before many this evening, and yet you stood taller than even the highest ranking clan heads without challenging a single one of them. Bamboo in this forest of tall, unyielding trees. Capable of wielding so much power.

For a split second his mind wandered to other things, filthy moments shared in the privacy of his chambers, shared breaths and shimmering sweaty skin. He wondered what you would be like underneath him, if you would be a brat or willingly submit yourself to him. He hopes it to be the latter, but wouldn’t completely deny the chance to tame someone difficult. How would you look pinned under his weight, completely helpless to his hands that have killed and tortured? Would you claw at his shoulders or grip the sheets instead? What would you sound like? Your image plagued his mind even if only for a moment.

He’d studied many women over the few hours since the event started, none of them giving him a good enough first impression for him to continue watching further than a minute. There was no question in his mind now. You’d be returning home with him tonight.

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You had just finished your drink and set the empty glass on a passing waiter’s tray when suddenly the ballroom fell extremely silent. All heads turned, eyes focused on the man that began his descent from the balcony overlooking the floor. He’s gorgeous, long black hair pulled into a low bun and exposing the light scruff on his chin and impossibly sharp jaw, a deep scar curved under his right eye. The full black satin suit is fitted to his form, strong shoulders and rolling muscle evident even under the thick materials. Ink peeked over the collar, a hint at what was definitely intricate sleeves and detailed artwork. His steps were measured, calculated and purposeful as he made his way down and across the floor, the entire room bowing down at his presence. 

You know who he is, as does every person here. Top rung of the ladder, Oyabun of the most powerful clan in Japan, his name widely known through the entire organization and yet almost never spoken. Shouta Aizawa, a name both respected and feared, holding unknown power and strength. His reputation is enough to make anyone feel small in his presence, known for his cold demeanor and the violence he’d committed, many losing their fingers, loved ones, and their own lives for misdeeds against him. He’d done most of that himself, marking him as a very dangerous man to be involved with, and an ally everyone wanted backing them.

You bowed down respectfully just as everyone else did, waiting patiently for a release, whether it was from the man himself or a collective understanding that it was alright to rise once again. The former was the first to come to fruition, though you didn’t expect him to be so close to you as he said it. Your eyes met with sharp onyx as you fixed yourself upright. It made you freeze in place, not quite tense, not quite relaxed, your expression hopefully not showing the utter shock you were feeling.

“What is your name?” You blinked only once before your mind caught up, and you willed your voice steady as you responded. What had you done to piss him off? What punishment awaited you for what you didn’t know you’d done? Despite fearing what may come, you don’t dare speak out of turn, even to beg for your life. His next words were addressed to the entire ballroom, you included, his smooth, deep voice booming out and yet somehow not loud at all.

“Any transgression against this woman is a transgression against me. As my future wife she is untouchable, and will remain that way until I explicitly state otherwise.” A collective hushed gasp sounded through the massive hall, your own eyes growing wide and your heart damn near stopping as your brain dissected the information. He just made you his fiance, with no warning, no hesitation, and full confidence. You are now engaged to the most powerful man in Japan, and you have exactly zero say in the matter. Really though, you never expected to be able to voice any opinions considering the patriarchy of the organization, so that bit of shock was quickly overlooked.

“It’s time to retire, little one.” His hand was held out to you, waiting for your own. You blinked, deciding it was best that you saved your shock for later you focused on the here and now and what to do in this moment. Taking a breath, you schooled your face into a pleasant smile and placed your hand in his waiting palm, allowing him to tuck you into his side as you both walked out the front doors and climbed into a black limouzine.

You didn’t allow yourself to relax, sitting silently next to the man as trees and telephone poles whizzed by the vehicle. It was tense, to say the least, his hand possessively sat on your knee as his eyes remained fixed in front of him and yours did the same. Neither of you talked, you slightly out of fear, of respect, and slightly out of sheer shock, your mind just barely able to keep itself together. He remained silent for a purpose. He would talk when you were alone, or when he felt like talking. Which isn’t right now.

You let your mind whirl a bit, worrying about what this meant for you. Worrying about how this powerful man would treat you, how he acted behind closed doors and if he even cared about you or what you might have to say. It’s nerve-wracking, suddenly bound to a power such as him, not knowing what could happen next, not knowing what to do next. There was nothing that could have prepared you for this.

The car slowed as it pulled up to the gate of the enormous estate, shaking you out of your thoughts, and once it opened the drive to the main house took nearly five minutes on its own. It’s a modern home, several stories tall with the top clearly penthouse-style with a full glass wall that overlooks the landscape, the rest of the huge inner home hidden behind crisp walls.

At a full stop, a man opens the door for you, the Oyabun having already exited and held a hand out for you to grab once again, strong muscles pulling you up with ease and leading you through the building and into an elevator. The silence is stifling as you wait for the machine to come to a stop, the soft chime indicating you’ve landed. 

Now you’re completely alone with him.

He leads you in and stops in the center of the large main room, stepping away and turning his scrutinizing gaze onto you. You do your best not to tense in front of him, not to show fear, partially for his comfort though you’re sure he’s used to it. His shoes clack softly, rhythmically on the polished wood floor as he begins to circle you, like a predator eyeing its prey, eyes burning paths up and down your form. You barely keep from squirming under his intense gaze, managing to keep still from sheer willpower. He stops suddenly behind you and you feel his warmth as he leans in close before a hand presses into your mid back and another gently grasps your shoulder, gently making you straighten even more, stand even taller.

Once he’s satisfied with your posture he rounds you and tilts your chin just a tad higher with a hooked finger. He’s silent as he shapes you, adjusting your body to his liking. You let him tenderly push and tug, grab and knead and trail those deadly fingers over you until he stops before you, studying you once again. 

“You’re my fiance now. You will hold yourself as such, radiate power as I do and command the attention of a room with only a glance.” The reminder of just what was happening made your breath stutter a little, and his hand came up to grasp your chin, making you look up into his dark eyes.

“You will learn, little one, to be the powerful woman I see.” He was so close, the heat from his body rolling over your skin and his breaths fanning over your face. Then he was walking away, motioning for you to follow as he led you to his chambers and bathroom to get cleaned up. You’d be sleeping with him from now on, he said, handing you a robe to change into after you’ve bathed and guiding you into the bathroom before closing the door and leaving you alone with your thoughts as you set to cleaning yourself.

Given you don’t screw things up, you are going to be the most powerful woman in Japan, solely because of a sudden arranged marriage dropped seemingly from out of nowhere. But the longer you think about it, it isn’t really out of nowhere is it? The Oyabun is 30 now, and until tonight hadn’t named a wife, nor any love interests, and therefore no possible heirs. If the man were to die for any reason, those chances only increasing the older he gets, the power vacuum his absence would create would be absolute madness. You’re part of a strategy, just as before. Just as always.

Yet there was no denying he’d struck something inside you. Of all the women in that hall he approached you, a woman he didn’t know from a low ranked clan, for reasons you could only barely begin to guess. He’d called you powerful earlier, the sincerity in his voice making your mind spin. Did he really see you as powerful? And the name he’d used for you felt far too tender on the tongue of such a dangerous man, though you understood the nod toward your previous rank. 

Father and Mother must be either confused, shocked, or overflowing with joy right about now. Confused as to why you haven’t returned, shocked, happy, or both at the news had they learned it. With your mind processing everything, your body finally begins to feel fatigued. 

You shut off the water before drying yourself, patting your hair in the towel before pulling on the fluffy robe. It was clearly meant for him, the fuzzy black garment large around the shoulders and sleeves engulfing your hands, the garment nearly touching the floor where it’s meant to hang several inches from it on his frame. Despite swimming in the robe, you couldn’t help but feel a bit vulnerable. You’re bare beneath it, not having planned to not return home. Still, it’s late, and the Oyabun needs to shower as well. With a steadying breath, you step out into the room.

He’s standing near the bed, the top half of his clothing discarded and bare skin exposed, along with the heavy tattooing and scars along his body. Dragon scales decorated his skin, along with delicate swirls heavily resembling smoke and clouds that followed the curves of his corded muscles. He is undoubtedly a beautiful man. You don’t realize you’re staring until a miniscule smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“Enjoying the view, little one?” You blink away your daze and shift your eyes to the side, feeling the slight burn in your face at being caught. Instead of answering the cheeky question you choose to change the subject.

“I’m finished with my shower, Oyabun.” He hums, a low sound you can feel in your chest.

“I can see that, little one. And you call me Shouta.” You take a quiet, sharp inhale and nod.

“Yes, of course...Shouta.” His name feels heavy on your tongue, a name that people didn’t normally dare speak. He’s silent as he gathers his things and moves toward the bathroom, stopping momentarily by your side. You’re confused a moment before his calloused fingers gently grip your jaw and turn your head, his lips pressing softly against your temple for a split second before he’s disappearing into the bathroom. 

You stand in shock, the tender touch unexpected. Shaking your head, you decide it’s best to lay down. Hopefully you’d fall asleep by the time he finishes bathing, but you doubted it. You’re proven right when, in the midst of mulling over your own thoughts, he emerges in nothing but sweatpants, dark hair still damp as it fell around his shoulders. You managed to avert your eyes before he could catch you staring for a second time tonight, and it wasn’t long before he slipped under the blankets next to you.

There wasn’t a single word shared between you as he flicked off the lights with a remote and settled into the plush mattress. There was no movement from the man as you lay with your back to him. You aren’t entirely sure if the lack of movement unsettles you more than if he were to be shuffling around. It felt like hours had passed in the darkness, your eyes had adjusted and you couldn’t sleep despite how exhausted you felt. 

Your mind raced with questions. What happens now? What happens with your clan and parents? Would you have clothes soon? How would he treat you? How were you supposed to act around him? When is the wedding? Is the engagement already official? What if you disappoint him and fuck everything over? The entire situation makes you anxious, for more than something as trivial as your own safety. You shift onto your back and listen to Shouta’s soft snores, signaling his sleep. As silently and gently as you can, you slip out of bed.

You have no clue what you were going to do or where you were going to do it, but you had to get away from him if only for a moment, to let yourself breathe and think. Almost mindlessly, you find yourself staring out of the glass wall and out into the night. This far out, you can see the stars in the night sky clear and bright, and it was a sight you missed having lived in the city most of your life. Right here you have room to think, space to spread your thoughts and calm your mind to keep from jumbling everything in your brain and stressing over it more. 

From what you can tell there is a very small chance Shouta would treat you maliciously, so for now you don’t have to worry about that. Considering his power and status, you won’t be without clothing for long. The thought was silly in the first place, but stress tended to make you question even the most ridiculous. As for how you’re meant to act, well that would have to be tested. He’d already told you how to appear to the public, so that shouldn’t be too hard, but being alone with the man was driving you insane.

Soft footsteps broke you from your thoughts. You spin around, suddenly very much on guard, before Shouta’s voice broke through the darkness, his figure slowly approaching. 

“What are you doing up, little one?” You bite your lip and turn to gaze outside again, hugging your arms tight.

“Just thinking. I apologize for waking you, Oya-… Shouta.” His warmth hit you before his skin did, chest pressed into your back and large rough hands gripping your shoulders firm but gentle. His breath is hot on your ear and neck, sending a shiver down your spine. Such an intimate action from him only hours after he’d made you his fiance was quite the shock in and of itself, only enhanced by the fact that this man is known for his cold nature.

“Thinking about what?” His hands smoothed down your arms, following them around your waist and encompassing your hands in his, tugging you into him further. Unnatural as it may seem, it feels good, his warmth. In the arms of such a dangerous and powerful man you should feel small and scared, but you don’t. You aren’t entirely sure what it is you feel. Truthfully, you don’t have the energy to answer his question properly.

“About a lot of things. Too many things.” Right now, the only thing you want to do is melt into the man’s arms. His presence is suddenly comforting, instead of worrying, and you feel safe in his embrace. You sigh and lean into him, fatigue finally beginning to tug at your body and mind. Strong arms scoop you up like nothing, and suddenly you’re being placed down on the bed before he climbs in and pulls you onto him. An arm circles your waist while the other cradles your head, a tender kiss placed at your hairline.

“Sleep, little one.” His fingers thread through your hair, massaging your scalp lightly. It’s a soothing action, especially after nearly giving yourself a headache from stress. It isn’t long before you’re nodding off, relaxing into his body and letting his steady heartbeat lull you to sleep.

[littlethie]

Your girlfriend’s best friend - Draco Malfoy x reader

How does it feel to watch your best friend date the love of your life?

A/N: Alright, so I wanted to post something in between studying. I will be working on the request tomorrow because I have an exam yay! So I am working on it don’t worry!

Warnings: angst, swearing, alcohol, my English 

Words: 2,3k

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You weren’t the first one. You weren´t the main role, and you weren´t his. It was your best friend, Angelica, a beautiful Gryffindor. You kept thinking about it, with your chin lazily rested in your palm. The boy you were sure you loved was in love with someone else. And as if it couldn´t get any worse, he was in love with the girl you considered a sister.

You couldn´t tell her, even if you wanted to. And what would you even tell her? Hi Angelica, I´m totally in love with Draco Malfoy, your boyfriend? You sighed.

You just weren´t the first one. The first one to break the tedious house stereotype, the first one the Slytherins would consider their friend. It was all her, all Angelica.

And so you were here, watching the two of them sitting next to each other by the Slytherin table. No one cared anymore. Everyone liked Angelica. She was beautiful and funny. The entire school knew Draco wasn´t the only Slytherin crushing on her. Of course you admired your best friend, she was one of the first people you had met when you had started attending Hogwarts and you had been friends since the day one. So you suppressed the pain.

You were thankful, though. If it wasn´t for her, you would have never met Draco. The truth was, you had fallen in love with him thanks to her.  

***

You had always thought he was this spoiled, evil, good-for-nothing prat and bully until Angelica introduced the two of you. You immediately clicked. You were both a little reserved. It wasn´t natural for Draco to spend time with non-Slytherins and you could see he was just as nervous as you were. To be honest, he hadn´t wanted to meet you. “One Gryffindor is enough.”

But he did.

And your friendship blossomed.  

No one questioned when you two were studying together or walked the halls of the castle together. Angelica had paved the way for you. But at the end of the day, it was still her bed and still her lips he couldn´t get enough of.

***

“Hey, stop staring, you look like a psycho,” one of your friends elbowed you and you quickly shook yourself out of your trance. “I´m not staring,” you swiftly replied, “I just got lost in my thoughts,” she was looking at you. Other friends were too. They weren´t blind but they understood your situation. That´s why no one had said anything so far. Then you noticed Angelica standing up and walking towards you. Did she see me? It was your first thought.

“Hey, bestie, Slytherins are having this secret party tonight. Blaise managed to steal some liquor from Slughorn the other day. And guess what, Y/N, you and I are invited!” she squealed. You were looking at her. Quiet. A Slytherin party? More of her and Draco being all over each other? Nah. “I´m sorry Angie, but I can´t. I have to stud-,” you were cut off by her furrowed brows and annoyed voice, “Study? Again? You always “have to” study, lately! It´s like you don´t even want to spend time with me anymore,” she put her two index and middle fingers in the air to mimic quotes.

Well, this wasn´t entirely false. You wanted to spend time with her, but not with her and Draco. “I´m sorry, Angie. I can´t.” you stood up, took your things and walked as fast as possible. You couldn´t go. It was already too much for you and Angelica was starting to notice that something was off.

You plopped yourself onto the grass and watched the Black Lake vibrating peacefully under the slightest touch of wind. How could you let this get so far? There was something calming about the goosebumps forming on your body from the wind. You closed your eyes and let out the frustration with a deep exhale.

“You´re a huge ass sometimes, you know that Malfoy?” you snarled at Draco who had managed to take your textbooks. You had been studying by the Black Lake but your mischievous friend had had other ideas. “You still love me though,” he smirked, and your cheeks turned red. Oh he was right. So right. He climbed onto the tree. “Let´s see,” and opened your textbook. “Draco, please, I really need to study! Can´t you go bully someone else? Perhaps someone who won´t punch you in the face like I will?” you stood under the tree with your hands on your hips, looking up at the happy face of the platinum haired boy.

“... then chop the valerian, add it to cauldron, and apply a high heat…” he read out loud. “Draco, are you seriously going to read my notes? Out loud?” you were getting nervous. “After that, juice…” suddenly, his loud, in that moment annoying voice stopped. His eyes roamed something in your book. His face changed. He was… in awe. “Draco? What did y-,”

“Draco Lucius Malfoy. Birthday, 5th June. Hair, pearly white. Eyes, grey like the ocean during a storm. An intelligent Slytherin. Amazing seeker. His favourite class is potions. Sorry, potions with Snape. Best friend, Blaise Zabini. Even though he just said he likes to spend time reading books more than spending time with him. His favourite colour is green, pft, so cliché. He loves apples. The green ones. Because, again, he loves green.” He was now looking at you. Your palms were on your forehead and your eyes were wide. Your words stuck.

“You really wrote down everything I told you about myself?” he couldn´t believe. You were still quiet, not really knowing what to say. Cheeks red, heart racing. “Y/N that´s… that´s amazing,” he was smiling. Draco jumped down from the tree, coming closer to you, handing you your textbooks. “I don´t want to forget anything,” you said quietly, looking into his eyes that were now tracing your face. His lips were slightly apart. You could smell his scent. Vetiver and apples would definitely become your favourite after being so close to Draco.

“Oh there you two are! I was looking for you all over the castle!” Angelica exclaimed and planted Draco a kiss on his cheek. You snapped out of your trance, looking at them. “Hey,” Draco turned to her and planted one on her lips. You raised your eyebrows a little and picked up your stuff, leaving them there.

“Hey! Y/N! Where are you going?” Draco yelled after you. But you acted like you didn´t hear him.

You really didn´t want to go. At first you hadn´t thought you´d be affected. But you were surely starting to be and being around them was just unbearable. It had even led you to consider cutting the ties and burning the bridges. But every time Draco had looked at you, you just couldn´t go through with it.

“My missus keeps complaining, Y/N, save me please,” you heard a voice behind you, and you rolled your eyes, keeping them fixated on the lake. “Oh, so now she sends you to talk some sense into me?” you snapped and pulled your knees closer to your chest. As if sending him was supposed to help. “You know how she is,” he sat down beside you, “she misses you. I miss you too, to be honest,” his voice was low and gentle. Your mind was running around how he just called her his missus. You couldn´t hide that it had made you a little angrier.

“I´m not going, Malfoy,” you stated coldly, putting your chin in between your knees. “Malfoy?” he laughed lightly, “someone´s grumpy. What happened?” his hand landed on your back and your alarm went off. He couldn´t keep doing that. “Nothing. I just don´t feel like socializing,” you answered and stood up the second his hand started to run circles on your back. He grabbed your hand.

“Y/N, please. I just want to make her happy,” oh damn his mixed signals, “and you make her happy.” What were you supposed to do? What were you supposed to say? It made you sick to your stomach. “I´m sorry, Draco, but as I said I-,”

“See! Here´s the Draco! You´re warming up to me again,” he laughed, “please, just sit down,”

“No.”

“What do you mean no? I will make you…,” he smirked and you looked down at him and at his hand still holding yours. Suddenly he let go of your palm and wrapped his arms around your legs, making you fall down onto the ground, pinning your hands above your head. “See, I told you,” he snickered and you started kicking your legs, your yelling slowly turning into laughing. He hovered above you.

“I swear I´ll kick you in your balls,” you growled but a smile was trying to form on your lips. “You wouldn´t…” he looked at you, face all serious, then turning into a wide grin. He was on top of you and your heart was beating just too fast for your comfort. All this was leaving you confused and furious. Your face fell. You pushed him off. “Enough, Draco,” you whispered, stood up and made your way to your dorm.

***

“Are you sure you don´t want to go?” your roommate asked you, handing you your own stolen firewhisky. “Why would I want to go?” you scoffed, drinking it like water. You were already a little buzzed. “To tell him. Everything. Or to yell at him. To scold him, lecture him, whatever, Y/N. But you should do something,” she said and took the bottle back. Something in you snapped.

Probably that was why you were now fairly drunk, stomping down the corridor to the Slytherin common room. You didn´t know what you planned to tell him, but you now knew you had to say something. You were already losing him to Angelica. Nothing mattered anymore.

“Y/N?” a voice echoed through the corridor and you turned around just to face the one boy you had been hoping to see, “I thought you didn´t want to come,” his eyebrows were raised but face still, emotionless. He almost looked annoyed.

“I didn´t. But I need to speak with you,” you stated, words a little sloppy. He narrowed his eyes. “Are you drunk?” he asked and took a step closer. You ran your hand through your hair. “Maybe. But that doesn´t matter. I´m angry with you,” you said boldly and lifted your chin. “That´s why you came? You said you´ve had enough of me.” Oh, so he was angry too.

“Are you really telling me you´re mad because I said that? Can´t you see what you´re doing to me?!” you really tried not to scream but when the Slytherin door opened Draco immediately dragged you into a dark corner. Loud music came out of the room but died down as the door closed. Your bodies were pressed together, hearts beating fast. His eyes fell on you and his hand rested on your waist. The time felt like it was frozen. But you pushed him away, again.

“See? I can´t be near you, Draco. Because every time that I am, I feel like a lunatic! You make me weak and I hate it. I can´t be friends with you anymore. I don´t love you like a friend,” there was a smile growing on his face, but you continued, “And you must be fucking blind not to see it. So I am sorry, but I can´t see you if I can´t have you. I-“ you were cut off.

By his lips.

On yours.

He pressed you against the wall and you let out a small whimper. He was rough. Almost hungry. His hand was at the back of your head, grabbing your hair as tight as he could, while he supported himself against the wall with the other. Your hands sneaked around his neck, to his hair and back to his cheeks. He was kissing you. You were kissing him. But he wasn´t yours to kiss. He was Angelica´s. He belonged to someone else. You stopped.

“Draco,” your breaths were heavy and deep, “this isn´t right.” He looked at you and caressed your cheek. “But it feels right…” he whispered and started leaving light kisses on your neck. “What about Angie?” you tried to stay focused but it was almost impossible. “I don´t care about Angie… you know that,” did you? “I´ve always cared about you. I thought you didn´t like me like that…”, he stated. You cupped his face. “Draco. Listen to me. I can´t be kissing you, when you´re with her. Make your choice. I did mine. You know where to find me,” you said and let him go. You lightly pushed him and walked away, leaving him to think through what you just said. But he didn´t have to.

He loved you. Just like you loved him. He had been feeling the same confusion, the same anger and had had same dilemma. It had been you all along. The way you knew him. Every single detail, because you cared. The way you looked at him and spoke to him. He knew he loved you and there was nothing to think about. A smile grew on his face as he turned around to run after you. To grab you, hold you, spin your around. Maybe he had liked Angie at first, but it was you he loved. It was his girlfriend´s best friend. And now that he knew your feelings towards him there was nothing that could stop him.

“I knew it,” he stopped as a voice bounced from the walls. His tall figure turned back around just to meet the eyes of a girl he had betrayed.

“That you love her,” her hands were folded on her chest and her gaze was cold. She was slowly approaching him. “But here´s the thing, Draco. You are mine. If you go running after her, I´m not going to ruin your life, but hers. I am going to make sure she´ll never finish school. I am going to make sure, she´ll be in constant danger. I am going to make sure she´ll believe in every single rumour about you. I am going to break her heart. Because no one takes what´s mine.”