#oh my fucking god. oranges. splitting oranges.

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Guilty as sin

Warning: daddy kink, wet dreams, watching (i don’t remember what it’s called😭) and I don’t remember but smut

When your back for home for summer you never know what could happen, especially with your dads best friend Natasha…

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"Nat fuck nat please-oh god please" you moan as Natasha rubs your clit "you like that detka hm?" You buck your hips toward her hand but she moves away"no natty no please-" you whine "patience little girl... you gonna love this even more" you watch her standing at the end of the bed taking of her belt and jeans and pulling down her boxers just enough for her cock to stand proud, she moves back onto be and lines up to your core and just when she's about to split you open... *buzz buzz buzz* your alarm goes off, yet another night you've had a wet dream about your daddy's best friend.

Being home for summer was amazing, it was nice to see your dad again although that feeling can get old fast sometimes, this time faster then anytime before when you had only be home for about 5 minutes when your dad asked if you’d been getting any at uni, what the fuck, that was a crazy thing to ask but that’s what Tony stark was like as a dad and honestly it wouldn’t be as awkward as it was if you didn’t have a crush on his best friend who you’d be having wet dreams about for months.

You get out of bed put on your silk robe that Natasha had given to you for your 19th birthday a few months ago, you walk out your room and down to the kitchen to get a glass of orange juice. As you walk through the hallway and get closer to the kitchen you can hear your father talking with someone. You enter the kitchen to see the woman featuring in all your pantie ruining dreams, Natasha Romanoff looking as gorgeous as ever even in her black t shirt and grey sweatpants making parts of her really stand out, this was not what you needed after the dream you just had.

Natasha smiles as she see you wake in starting to walk over to you from where she was standing leaning against the counter.

“Such a sleepy girl” she says pulling you into a hug, something you hadn’t given her in months since your crush had amplified to this crazy level of neediness “finally a hug from my girl” she said pulling you closer but all you can focus on now is how you can feel her shaft against your front. You had known Natasha your whole life and as soon as you started to have crushes she was your first and longest, you’d had a crush on her now since you where twelve obviously the feelings you felt had changed a bit over time with a sexual need too. 

“Hi” you say as she pulls away “hey dad” you greet your dad and walk over to the fridge to get some orange juice “how was your sleep?” Your dad asked, he could tell something was up, you blush at his question as you fill your glass and turn back around to face them, leaning back against the counter opposite them “Emm…okay I guess” your face was only blushing more “you don’t seem very sure” Natasha looked at you with an unreadable expression “just like dreams and stuff you know” “dreams not nightmares, ohhhh someone having sex dreams” Tony teases, you look over at him with a death glare can’t he just be a normal dad for once “dad really?” You look over at Natasha embarrassed “hey don’t look at me to save you I’m just as interested” Natasha smirks.

“I’m not even- ugh imma shower” you leave the room before you somehow reveal who it’s about. You go back to your room and into the bathroom as you had an ensuite bathroom, you drop the robe and turn the shower on, after a minute you walk into the rainfall shower.

You can’t help yourself as your had slides down to clit rubbing in tight circles as you think of Natasha, imagining her doing this to you, kissing down your neck, telling you what she wants to do to you “Natasha… fuck��” you moan as you cum glad that the house you live in is absolutely giant.

You step out of the shower and wrap yourself in a towel, walking into your bedroom jumping a little when you see Natasha standing in your room with a smirk on her face “Natasha what are you..” you stop before you finish just now realising she may have heard you. “I came to leave you some pastries for after your shower but I just couldn’t help but stay when I heard those lovely noises you where making detka”

You freeze as Natasha walks over to you pulling you in and kissing you harshly, her hands falling to your ass. You both pull away for breath.

“On the bed princess” you walk backwards until you fall onto the bed and spread your legs open, your towel had fallen off at some point as you only notice. Natasha stands at the end of the bed “touch your clit detka” she commands and you do, moaning a little as your body is still sensitive from your previous orgasm. Natasha watches over you with her hand falling into her pants starting to touch herself too.

“If you’re a good girl and tell me want you want you can have more princess” you speed up wanting even more but it’s not her, it’s not enough without her touching you “I want you natty please, rip me open please, do anything to make I don’t care just fuck me!” You scream and before you know if Natasha is on top of you and pushing herself in your cunt “call me daddy detka” you can’t help but hold back your moan, Natasha was so big, you’d never had anything this big in you before “yes daddy”

“Good girl” Natasha says kissing and nibbling at your neck “faster daddy please daddy I need to…” Natasha listens to you speeding up and bringing one of her hands down to rub your clit “cum for daddy princess…daddy’s gonna cum in you…fill you up with my baby’s” a few seconds later you cum with a scream.

Natasha keeps railing into your sensitive core “daddy I-“ you whine but are interrupted by Natasha “fuck detka fuck daddy’s gonna cum” and she does, filling you full with her cum.

She fall down next to you giving you a kiss on the cheek “I’m glad I heard you in the shower, god I wanted you so bad and hopefully now you’ll be filled with my baby’s all plump and pregnant”

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We'll Meet Again

Ford Pines x Fem! Reader

Summary: Just a lot of mushy gushy stuff

Word Count 1.5 k

Part 1

Part 2

Part 2.5

Part 3

It was the middle of your game. You had just bet 600 trunkels on red when suddenly you started feeling light headed. If you were about to faint right now you’d never forgive yourself.

“Feeling okay, bold one?” the dealer hissed in its native language.

“Keep rolling,” you snapped back, trying to bury the dizzy feeling deep within you. You’d been doing good in this dimension and somehow had become a bit of a pseudo-millionaire, but nothing filled the gnawing void in your heart, so many times you’d end up betting more and more outrageous wagers just to try and feel something from losing it all. But you never lost it all. Something about this damn dimension meant your luck was infallible. 

It only irritated you more.

Your knees buckled and you nearly collapsed onto the ground before you grabbed the edge of the counter and swore under your breath. Something was happening to you, why was your body just giving out like this? You could see the dealer saying something to you but it felt like all you could hear was the grating buzz of static. You saw it reach out a tentacle for you but all you could do was go limp.

You watched the world around you rise, but you never hit the floor. You melted right through it all. You kept seeing it shrink into oblivion until it was just a small pinprick of light in the darkness. 

In the past whenever you had switched dimensions you were in control. And it wasn’t this unpleasant a process. Had you accidentally touched a button on your portal ray? Had you somehow triggered this jump? You couldn’t theorize for too long until you felt your body go through another nauseating flux. Ragdolling through space you were flung back until you unexpectedly slammed your back against a hard surface, concussing your head in the process of it all. 

For a second everything was a bright white light and through gritted teeth you forced your eyes open, trying to shield them with your hands so you could assess where the hell you were. Head splitting from pain, the room was a wreck. But you’d recognize it anywhere. 

“Oh my god who is that?!” a young voice shouted nearby.

“Holy sh-” was all you could hear in response before your eyes rolled back in pain and your subconscious took over. 

You dreamed the same scene you often did. Over the 30 years, if you’d been keeping track correctly, you still had it at least once a month or so. It was you sitting on the dock of the lake. The lake in Gravity Falls. The pine filled wonderland in the pacific northwest. It was in a perpetual sunset, the sky a faint mix of orange and pink smears. You could always hear someone walking up the dock behind you, but you never were able to see who it was. Except this time. You looked over your shoulder and saw Ford. The version you’d met in college. The young, awkward, nerdy, unsure version of him. Hell he looked as confused as you felt. 

“What am I doing here?” he asked.

“I’m not sure,” you responded, looking back at the water. He continued, and took a seat beside you.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I think so?” You answered back, not knowing, “this is farther than I usually get in these dreams,”. 

“Hm,” he hummed, accepting it. 

“Do you recognize me?” you asked. You felt his eyes on you.

“I’ll always recognize you dear,”.

Your eyes lurched open. Fuck that was weird. You were in your room. Your room back in the cabin. A wave of nausea swept over you again at recognizing the room. 30 fucking years hurtling through endless dimensions. It felt naive to trust your eyes. With a grunt, you pushed onto your elbows to look around. It seemed to be mid-day outside. Someone had thrown a blanket on you and left a glass of water on the floor. Still wary, you took a sip. It didn’t kill you.

There was a squeal from the doorway and your head snapped in that direction. There was a girl in a pink sweater giddily jumping and covering her mouth, but continuing to squeal.

“You’re awake!” she shouted, “Gruncle Stan! She’s awake!”. You rubbed your temples as you tried to formulate words.

“Wh-Who are you?” you mumbled out. Suddenly she was right beside the bed staring up at you with the biggest eyes you’d ever seen.

“I’m Mabel Pines! I’m your niece!” she said happily before scrunching her face to think, “I think…”

Niece? Before you could question it any further, there was someone in the doorway. He was in a disheveled suit with a red fez precariously perched on his head. When the two of you locked eyes the air seemed to freeze. 

“Stanley?” you croaked out. It was Ford, but it wasn’t all at the same time. Was this his estranged twin brother?

“Oh come on, did everyone know that except for Dipper and I?” Mabel whined as Stan laughed and turned her out of the room.

“There’s a lot of things you and Dipper don’t know, kid. Now give us some space,” he said, as she sighed and walked out of the room. Stan awkwardly shifted in place besides you and finally coughed to break the silence.

“How’re you doing?” he asked, “the portal shot you out across the room like a damn cannon,”. You rubbed the back of your head. Just a headache, but nothing worse it seemed.

“Just sore I think. I’m still not sure what all happened honestly,” you said. 

“Yeah that’s for sure. You were out for almost a whole day. Really got Ford riled up like you wouldn’t believe,” Stan said with a small smile to himself.

“Ford’s here?” you whispered, not being able to believe what he’d just told you. 

“Unfortunately. Didn’t even thank me or nothing for bringing him back. And hell- bringing his wife back too for fucks sake,” he swore. You tried to move out of the bed but your ribs and back protested. You weren’t as young as you used to be and that was becoming painfully obvious.

“Where’s Ford? I need to see Ford,” you mumbled as you pushed yourself out of the bed. Stan tried to help you, but also didn’t want to offend you by offering help. 

“Slow down y’animal. He’s in the kitchen,” he said, “I can get him-”

“No, I need to see him now,” you grunted as you inhaled sharply and stood up a little straighter.

Keeping a hand on the wall you walked through the house you and he had built. It was the same, but also time had done its work on the walls and carpets. You could hear someone gently clanging around pans in the kitchen. Anxiety crept into your head. It’d been 30 years since you’d gotten zapped into the hellish dimension-scape. You knew Ford had been there too. Being humans, you both stuck out like sore thumbs, but most frustratingly you never ran into each other. Statistically, it made sense. Across millions of unique dimensions and planets, it was unlikely. You hated statistics. 

You heard a gentle swear around the corner and the clatter of a spatula. It was Ford. 30 years across endless dimensions and planes of existence and you couldn’t turn the damn corner to see him. Your husband. It was stupid to tear up over it but you could feel the pricks at the corner of your eyes. You took a sharp inhale and turned.

“Ford I-” you began, but didn’t get the chance to finish before he pulled you into an embrace. 

Both of you were crying now at least. He continued to apologize under his breath as he ran his hand along the back of your head. You just pressed further into his red sweater trying to save every second in case you woke up and it was all a dream. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay, we’re here now,” you hiccuped through the tears as you looked up at him. His once brown hair had turned silver over the years and his face had evidence of all the years and adventures he’d gone through. 

“I never thought I’d see you again,” he said, cupping your face and looking into your eyes.

“You’d like that,” you tried to joke but you only broke down crying again as you wrapped your arms around him again. You could feel his chest as he gently laughed.

“I like the tattoo,” he chuckled into your hair. 

You felt your face go red. In an alcohol-addled stupor you’d been convinced to get a small face tattoo under your eye. It was a small black broken heart, that you really had always meant to get lasered off. “Hey I have some too now,” he added with a small kiss on your forehead.

“My scientist? Tattoos? Never!” you smiled as you quickly kissed him on the lips. 

This was it. This was all you hoped for over the past 30 years.

The two of you stood side by side as Ford remembered his cooking. He kept his arm firmly wrapped around your waist, as you laid a hand on his chest and listened to him starting to ramble about everything you’d been out for. The portal, Bill, the house, Stanley, the kids, no- your niece and nephew. 

“Our Graunt is so badass,” Mabel whispered to her brother as she quickly peeked around the corner.

AN: Thanks all! Let me know if you want a little Weirdmagedon action bit because this feels like it's too sweet to end on personally- BUT I got one last tasty treat in the drafts right now :)

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[homestylehughes]

do i know you?

coffee girl: part 2

pairings: luke hughes x fem!reader

summary: y/n's first day on the job, after her encounter big spill with luke hughes. her first day's is going as expected, until she locks eyes with luke, the tension begins to unfold.

wc: 1.6k

warnings: nervous and shy reader and luke. cuteness overload, cussing. fluff? nothing too crazy yet! cliffhanger kinda AGAIN

authors note: OMG HI!! i'm so so sorry it took me forever to get this up. college is actually kicking my ass. (someone help me). ANYWAYS this chapter is more of a filler, more reader focused. we will be getting to the good stuff soon, promise!!! thank you for all of your love and support, so so thankful. like and reblog if you enjoy. as always much love.

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Holy shit I got the job. I got the fucking job. The job that I was late to my interview for, because I ran into cute, sweet, day ruining Luke Hughes, spilling coffee on me and now we’re here.

I'm practically skipping out of the prudential Center, a smile on my face that nothing can take off, even the split coffee on my shirt. 

I start the walk back to my apartment, with a pep in my step. opening my door, my little orange baby Moe greeting me at my feet. 

“Hi, little baby” “mommy got her job” I said to him in a whiney pet voice as I lifted him up into my arms, cradling him into my chest. God, I need more friends, I think to myself.

But none of that matters because I got my dream job, that world is on my side right now. I put Moe back on the ground after our cuddle session, picking up my bag and making my way towards the bathroom. 

I take in my state, Luke's hoodie still covering my body, his scent filling my senses. Letting out a deep sigh, I pulled off the hoodie and put it in my laundry basket. Slowly making my way to my closet, pulling on the first things I find, and plopping myself into my bed. 

My eyes began to slowly close, the events of today filling my mind as I drift off to sleep. 

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Today is the first day of my job. I'm shitting bricks, I'm not ready for this. You can do this y/n I think to myself, this isn't anything you haven't done before. You are more than qualified for this position. You've worked with athletes before, but these are insanely attractive athletes, but most importantly Luke Hughes is one of them. Fuck…Luke Hughes. 

Im quickly pulled out of my day dream, when the elevator door dings open. Swiftly making my way to my office, my office. 

Walking into the office I call my own, seems unreal, looking around once I set the box of my things on my desk, along with setting my purse in one of the chairs in front of it. Walking around the space taking it all. 

I'm quickly pulled out of my daydream again today when I hear a man's voice behind me. 

“I'm guessing youre y/n y/l/n?” turning around quickly, to meet eyes with the nameless man standing in the doorway.

“Hi yes, I'm y/n, nice to meet you?” I say holding out my hand to the man, whose name I still haven't gotten. “Hi, it's lovely to meet you! I'm Tyler but everyone calls me Ty!” Tyler or I guess ty says, shaking my hand with a smile on his face. 

“I'm guessing you like your place?” Tyler says behind me as we both look around the office, “Yes it's great! I love it already '' I smile back at him.

“Great! Hope you're ready, to meet the team, in about… 5 minutes” he says, as he checks his watch. Oh god, in 5 minutes, i haven't even unpacked yet. Oh gosh what if they all hate me. Oh my god, Luke. Will he remember me??

“I can see everything you're thinking on your face, they're going to love you, the whole team is excited to meet you. It's not everyday we get a female athletic trainer.” Ty says to me pulling me out of my thoughts, calming me down slightly.

“Thank you, i needed that” I sigh out back to him 

“Of course, are you ready?” 

“Yes? I think” Ty chuckles in response, as we make our way out of the office. 

“I'll give you a better in depth tour than the one you've had earlier, later. Sound good?” he says from beside me, nodding my head in agreement. As we make our way through the halls of the center. 

We finally make our way to what I think is the Devils locker room, my heartbeat begins to pick up. 

“The boys finished up practice about 45 minutes ago” Ty says as he's going to open the door, his back now turned to me. “I'm going to go in first to make sure they're all dressed and somewhat put together” he chuckles out to me. 

“Okay, I'll be here,” I say before he enters the locker room. 

It feels like 30 minutes goes by, but it's actually probably only been 2. 

I see Ty head pop out, “y/n, are you ready?” 

“Yes!” NO I  want to say, but I'll keep that to myself. Taking a deep breath, I follow Ty into the locker room. 

Walking in the locker room, I instantly feel 40 pairs of eyes on me. Oh gosh this is scarier than I thought, I say to myself. 

“Gentleman, this y/n, our new athletic trainer!” Ty says gesturing to me, our eyes locking briefly, silently asking me to say something. 

“Hi guys! I'm y/n! I'm really excited to work with guys "I say, as I pause to try and think of something else to say. 

“I'm not going to lie, I'm not sure what else to say… you guys make me nervous.” I laugh nervously. The whole room erupted in chuckles. 

They found that funny? I'll take it. 

“I like her already” I hear a few players chuckle out. My nerves are finally beginning to settle, until I lock eyes with him. Luke. 

It feels like my whole world stops, as his eyes lock with mine, our eyes swimming in each other, his gaze is so strong, it's almost like he’s trying to figure out who I am. 

I'm the first to break contact. Turning around to only get pulled into a conversation with the training staff, as they quickly pulled me out of the locker room, to show me around the rest of the building. 

I can't shake the feeling of Luke's eyes on me, as they show me around. My mind is still foggy from our interaction. 

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My “first day” was more of a tour and getting the feel of where everything was. I was even able to get my office together. This is beginning to feel like home I think to myself. Im pulled out my thoughts when I hear a knock on my door.

“Come in!” I shout out, from my desk, my face in the paperwork I'm currently filling out, not bothering to raise my head, thinking it's one of trainers. 

“One second, just trying to do this last bit of paperwork” I say, as my pen is quickly moving across the page. 

“You're okay, take your time” says the voice that I know oh so well, the voice that's been stuck in my head for the last 4 days. 

I slowly bring my head up from my desk, my eyes slowly taking over Luke's figure, taking in his appearance. He's just as beautiful as I member

Quickly snapping out of my trance, clearing my throat “Hi Luke, did you need something?” I ask as politely and professionally as I can. 

“Do I know you from somewhere?” Luke quickly says to me.

“Um.” I am trying to figure out a way to continue this conversation.

I feel Luke's eyes run over my face for the second time today. I see his mouth slowly open, as he runs his hand over his face, letting out a sigh. 

“Oh my gosh, you're the girl I spilt her coffee on like a week ago aren't you?” 

“It's actually been four days but, yes that's me.” I say back letting out a breathlily laugh to my desk. 

“Shit, i'm so so sorry” he rambles out quickly. “Its okay, I promise, it was an accident” 

“But I made you cry, oh my gosh. You were on the way to your interview here, weren't you?”

“Yes I was, but it worked out, I still got the job,” I say, gesturing to the room around us. 

“This is so embarrassing, I'm so sorry.” Luke begins to apologize again. 

“Hey hey, i promise it's okay” i say getting up from my desk, walking around to lean up against the front, to stand in front of Luke. 

“We can start off again on a better foot if you'd like?” I say holding out my hand to him, “Hi, I’m y/n” my hand still being held out in front of him, luke's eyes look me up and before he grasps my hand finally shaking it. “Hi, I’m Luke” he says, staring my eyes. 

“It's nice to meet you” I smile out to him, as our hands drop, his touch still lingering. “You're really pretty when you smile” Luke rasps out to me.

My cheeks begin to heat with a blush, lowering my head, now looking at my feet. 

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.” 

“No, you didn't” i say suddenly “it just surprised me, that's all” 

“Good,” he says quietly, our eyes locked in a soft gaze. 

“I-I should probably get going, let you get back to work.” “Yeah of course, thank you for stopping by” I say, for some reason I don't want him to leave. 

“We’re really happy you're here y/n” luke says to me, there's something about the way Luke says my name, that makes my heart stop for a second. 

“I'm really glad, I'm here too.” 

“Have a great day” he says to me as he makes his way to the door. “You too!” I say turning back to behind my desk. 

Luke turned back once more, to take one final glance in my direction, smiling softly at me again, before closing the door behind him.

I released the breath I didn't even know I was holding out, letting my shoulder fall a little bit.

This job is going to much more difficult than i thought, and it's all because, of my stupid coffee and Luke Hughes. 

[saiintvalentiine]

hello............ loyalty duo werewolf au..................... im gonna start posting bits and bobs here and there of things ive written that dont really have anywhere else to go. no promises on if this will be continued, but i. i do love me some werewolves........................ divider

Warnings for vague descriptions of injuries and implied torture. The writing and editing is kinda rough, sorry for any major errors :')

this now has a follow up !

Wordcount: 1,087

“Werewolves don't exist,” is what the voice says. “What the fuck, werewolves do not exist!”

The muzzle hurts. It's too tight for his face. But he doesn't move from where he's laid, a bloodied heap slowly healing from his wounds. Every full moon he's dragged into this bedrock room after his fights, and every full moon he tries to escape while adrenaline is still flowing through him, and every full moon he suffers the consequences of thinking they can’t possibly stop him this time. He's too tired to fight this new voice, their scent uniquely cat-like and hovering above him. His eyes are too swollen. He's cried quite a bit. It's hard to stop when he's like this.

“Shit, I guess werewolves exist. Fuck. This isn't what I thought was gonna happen when they said there was dog fighting.”

The voice hovers closer, and he tries to shy away. Something is— broken, probably, in his leg, and his claws are cut through the quick, but he tries anyway to press against the wall.

“Hey, hey hey hey, no, I'm not gonna hurt you,” the voice pitches down, softens, and the part of his mind that can't bear another moment of cruelty forces a whimper out of his mouth. “Oh that's— I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm here to get you out, yeah? We're gonna leave. We're gonna leave riiiiight now, right now, I scared everyone else out, it's just you and me now.”

He's not sure he believes the voice, but beyond the walls, there is a terrifying, blessed silence. Whatever this voice did to everyone else, it could probably do to him. He's in no shape to fight it off.

“Hey,” the voice is even quieter now. “It said outside the door that your name is Wifies. Is that you? Wifies?”

He recognizes the name as the one they call him when he's not like this. He can't make any meaningful noise with his muzzle on, but he tries for. . . a purr, something in his chest that isn't a growl.

“Okay. Wifies. Okay Wifies, I'm Ken. You look too big for me to carry, so we need to work together to get you out of here, yeah?” there's some rustling, and Ken curses. He can't help the way he curls up further. “I brought all my escape kits but not a single healing pot. I'm an idiot.”

Getting up from his curled up spot sounds impossible, but his nails are already growing back in as jagged spikes, so he knows he can do it. He struggles to get his arms beneath him, hoisting himself up after a few false starts. Using his good leg, he twists around to sit and lean against the wall. That little bit of effort has him panting, or panting as much as he can within the metal restraints of his muzzle. He peels his eyes open, ignoring the sting.

“Hoooooooly shit,” Ken mutters, staring up at him. He's a head taller than Ken like this. “I definitely can't carry you, my God.”

Ken is dressed in all black, a brown strap across his chest and a bag hanging off his back. He's a cat hybrid, which explains the smell. His ears and eyes and whip-thin tail are split between a candied green and a golden orange. As soon as his blood stops rushing through his ears, he can hear Ken's heart beating, fast and skipping.

He can't make himself any smaller if he's meant to walk. He lowers his head and puts his ears back.

“Nooo, no no no, it's— you make yourself very small very well. Um, okay, let's— how am I gonna get you out of here?”

His bad leg still hurts, but if he can leave. . . He digs his palms into the bedrock behind him and pushes himself to stand. His weight, as paltry as it is for a wolf his size, causes his bad knee to buckle. Ken yelps. He withstands the shaking, burning pain of it to stand up properly.

“They don't chain you up anywhere?” Ken asks, eyes darting around the room. “I've got a netherite axe. I could definitely split any chain.”

Chains were no good. Once his nails grow back, they're easy to shred. He stares down at Ken.

“Jeez, you're huge, good fucking grief.”

He lumbers forwards towards Ken, and the darkened double doors of his cell. Ken takes a step back, then another, then turns around to push the doors open to their absolute maximum. He hunches over to squeeze through.

The hallway is just as dark as the cell, uninterrupted bedrock as far as he can see.

“It's a bit of a labyrinth. Just follow me.”

Ken hesitates for a moment before weaving his way through the halls. He follows, a loud, thudding, limping pace that should have alerted every single creature around to his presence. But it's just Ken’s feather-light footfalls and him. Whatever Ken did to clear the place out was absurdly successful. 

As they turn another indistinct corner, he sees— moonlight. It pools onto the floors, sweet and cool and calling to him. There's a hole blown through the bedrock, the sparkling smell of redstone surrounding it, and he scrabbles around Ken to squeeze through it. Tumbling onto soft, dewey grass (grass, real grass, when had he ever felt such a thing?) he loses all strength and lays on his back, staring up at the full moon.

She's so huge. He's never seen Her before, had just known when She was full or new in his core. But here She is. She is huge and beautiful and he feels, for the first time ever, at peace.

Ken hops out of the hole and steps closer, crouching next to him.

“Hey buddy,” Ken says. “Do you think I can take the muzzle off?”

He shakes his head, then growls for good measure— a soft growl, low and short to not intimidate Ken too much. He can't explain that the muzzle was put on when he was smaller, that it can’t be removed when he’s like this. Or, it can, but it’ll hurt so much he might cry again. Better to let Ken believe that it’s impossible, just in case.

“That's a no. Okay. Well, we should probably leave soon before anyone realizes anything,” Ken looks up at the sky before swinging back and sitting down in the grass, sighing. “But I don't think sitting here for a little longer can hurt.”

Wifies purrs and basks in the moonlight.

[shygirl4991]

A shout out to @cody-the-cat enjoy seeing the idea come to life! All art is by @b-r-i-n-g-x do not repost! A Four Chapter special as thank you for all the support you guys have given me! Next Chapter

Summary: SMG3 just wanted to make himself a nice cup of coffee before the work day began, but when he takes a sip from his freshly brewed coffee and passes out he will wake up to a huge surprise. Three other versions of himself now run wild in the mushroom kingdom and he has to stop them before the world learns all his secrets. 

Tags: Love Confessions, Enemies to friends to lovers, Romantic comedy, fluff and angst,

Bob was running for his life as he hears the crowd of angry mob members after him, he looks at the vial he stole from them. He knew it would sell for a lot on the dark web but he wouldn't be able to sell it if he ended up in the bottom of the ocean. Looking around for a place to hide it he sees Three’s coffee and Bomb, he nods dashing in the cafe. A victory for Bob no one was around, he dumps the vile into the coffee machine then runs out “I'M TELLING YOU I DON'T HAVE IT!” he dashes off hoping no one will find his money maker.

Unknown to him by tossing the vial in the coffee machine it cracked, the liquid spilling in the machine getting mixed with coffee beans and gunpowder creating something new. SMG3 walks out of the elevator still waking up as he ties his hair up ready for another day, he turns on the coffee maker ready for his morning brew. He hums looking outside noticing SMG4 was hanging out with the crew, seeing the man's smile made his heart flutter. He rolls his eyes at the dumb emotion, sometimes he misses the days he would plot against Four trying to kill him and take over his channel. Hearing the coffee making go quiet he walks over picking up his cup of coffee, still being half asleep the man didn't notice the drink was glowing a strange color.

Sitting down he sips his coffee as he opens his journal and starts writing, he pauses and stares at the drink “The hell? I don't have cherry coffee here…” his eyes went wide, finally noticing the strange color the drink was. He leaves the cup on the table shaking, he gets up feeling strange as he looks at the strange color drink “What…the..fuck did i?” he falls to the floor feeling weak. He coughs as his vision starts to get blurry, as he blinks he starts to see colors. Three shadows, Pink, orange and lastly dark blue.

He passes out hearing a soft giggle from a voice that sounds similar to his own.

He doesn't know how much time has passed as he gets up rubbing his head, looking around an orange blur catches his attention. He turns his head staring at the person in the cafe “Oh…i'm dreaming!” The person in the cafe with him was himself. The orange SMG3 looks up from his journal fixing his glasses as he smiles at him “Ah original your awake finally!”

He slowly stands up staring at the other him, getting a closer look while they do look the same. The other version of him had subtle differences, the man's violet eyes look into his ruby eyes before they close as he sighs “I apologize, you have awoken and i haven't told you who i am. Ahem I am Supermemeguardian3 in charge of your logical thinking, a pleasure to finally meet you.” He fixes his glasses as he walks over to Three to shake his hand, he slowly reaches grabbing his hand “Oh god this isn't a dream…”

Now that the other him was closer he noticed the skull on the hat was different and had an appearance of a book, his hair was loose free from any restraint not to mention his hair was more wavy then his was. Taking a step back, the orange version of himself let out a soft chuckle “Yes this isn't a dream, we don't know how we got here. I have been waiting for you to awaken in order to work together to get to the bottom of this!”

SMG3 shakes his head feeling himself ready to scream “What…what do you mean your my logical side?

With a hum he starts to twirl his hair thinking “Whatever happened caused a split, your three strongest personalities at the moment in time turn into us?” SMG3 slowly nods as he turns and takes the elevator down to his room, Orange Three stood there confused until he heard loud screaming “Ah i had a feeling original would react like that.”

After a few moments Three comes out of the elevator looking drain “We need to name you, no way in hell we are going to call each other three it will get confusing.” His orange version nods watching Three checking him out. As he examines the outfit the one thing that stood out the most was the skull shaped book logo on the hat and shoes, with a nod he has decided “Given your logo looks like a book, how about we call you book3?” Book nods and smiles at him “Perfect i accept the name.”

Now that the name part of the conversation was over SMG3 had one thing that was bothering him “You have mentioned three of you guys got out…where are the other two?” Book opens his mouth then frowns awkwardly looking to the side “uh well those two ran out of the cafe so fast…i couldn't stop them and they are currently outside in the mushroom kingdom,” he lets out a sheepish smile as SMG3 glares at him.

“Oh my fucking ugh come on book we need to find the other two!” he grabs books and as he storms out of the cafe. Currently his logical side is out in the open, he takes a deep breath trying to remember what emotion he could have been feeling at the moment this happened. He was drawing blanks as he walked around holding Books hand, this was strange he stopped looking at their hands. Holding hands with Book made his mind buzz, he closed his eyes to focus on the feeling. His mind became more clear, Book became worried that SMG3 stopped walking. He let's go out of his hand “Original are you okay?”

SMG3 opens his eyes seeing a concern Book “Yeah…holding hands felt odd not like with Four this was different,” Book nods “It must be due to the fact I'm you, maybe it's our meme power trying to take me back but something is preventing the fusion from happening?”

They both hum thinking over it, suddenly a huge explosion happens catching their attention. They exchange looks before running to the sound of the explosion, there they see a dark blue SMG3 on a roof of a restaurant “LISTEN UP FUCKERS I RULE THIS PLACE!” Three stares in shock at his other personality. He was dressed similarly to his old design, looking at the hat the logo was a skull in the shape of a spade.

Spade looks down, noticing SMG3 and Book “Well look who it is! Sup loser finally picking to be fun, also saw you brought original with you what up!” he smirks showing off his spikey teeth. SMG3 climbs the ladder nearby to get closer to his other personality “Alright, mind explaining why the hell are you throwing bombs around?” Now that he was closer he noticed the small difference that was on Spade also, the personality had brown eyes and it turns out his hair was in a spiky ponytail. How the hell can someone just scream edge lord this hard core “Uh duh Original we are a villain, come on we rule the graveyard why not rule over this fucking place that would teach that loser SMG4.”

Three sighs walking over and lifting up Spade “What the fuck?!” without a second thought he throws Spade off the roof making Book run and catch Spade “You have some learning to do scrub, but before we can learn we need to figure out where the last one of you guys are!” Spade pouts making Book laugh. Noticing he is in Books arms Spade blushes “HEY PUT ME DOWN!” Book keeps laughing as he puts Spade down. SMG3 climbs down “Alright Book, Spade let's go!”

Spade looks at him confused “Wait.. am i Spade?” Book nods before following Three, Spade rolls his eyes and walks after them.

As they walked down the road he started to think about the last personality, he was drinking coffee before it all happened “I bet the last one of you guys has to be a coffee mix with bomb!” Spade lets out an evil cackle “More like a bowl of fruit loops!” Three looks at Spade confused, before he could ask Spade gasp running up to a store his eyes sparkling. Three follows and sees a paintball competition happening, Book sighs as he now has both Spade and Three glued to the window of a paintball store “Guy’s we are looking for the last personality remember?” Spade waves his hand “Yeah yeah but one game couldn't hurt!”

SMG3 agrees as they both giggle running into the shop, Book awkwardly looks around before stepping into the store. Shroomy turns smiling at them “Oh hey SMG3! Uh, who are your friends?” he blinks noticing how they looked similar to three “Oh they are my er twins?”

Shroomy gasp “Oh gosh i didn't know you had brothers Three!” SMG3 nods, acting annoyed “Why do you think my name is SMG3?”

Spade stomps to the counter smacking the table “Listen we are here to shoot shit, and all I'm hearing is talking so shut it and let me shoot shit!” Shroomy nods, handing Spade and Three paintball guns, Book takes a step back not interested in the distraction “No point in being scared of yourself,” hearing this Three turns rolling his eyes “Scared? Please im SMG3 why would i be scared of myself?”

Book walks up to Three “Because you know deep down who the last one is don't you?”

Three glares at Book, how would he know who the last one is? Spade was about ready to knock out Book for getting in the middle till he catches a pink blur, he chuckles “So that's where you went.” He slips out of the store while the other two are fighting. They hear the bell of the shop and turn to see Spade leave, in a panic Three runs out catching the attention of the last personality. His eyes go wide as they look into pink SMG3 teal green eyes, nervously he looks at the hat getting his answer on who this personality may be. He swallows as he stares at the Skull in the shape of a heart, he gets a huge smile from the personality and shakes the bags in his hands “Hey guys! I was just shopping for our Blue!”

SMG3 slowly takes a step forward “Blue?” Heart giggles at his confusion “SMG4 duh, i mean how can you not have a nickname for our future boyfriend!” Heart smiles as Book chimes in “Logic, Evil, and Romance guess we are now all here right original?” Three felt panic grow as he hurried to grab the personalities hands, he attempted to focus on the buzzing feeling. But nothing happens, he lets them go and stares at his hands confused. Book frowns seeing how upset Three looked. “If I may, I think the reason it didn't work is because you won't let us in.” Slowly he looks up and stares at heart. His hair looked so fluffy and had his bangs heart shaped, this man screams valentines days. Heart gives a soft smile to him “Don't worry we will figure it out! Now who wants cookies, I made them in the shape of our love!”

Seeing the cookies and the loving eyes was enough for SMG3 to take a step back and scream. The worst thing to ever exist is standing in front of him and its Romance.

[skele-bunny]

idk if u ever like. expanded on it but how would phantom Be if like. In that last lil phantom/aether fic, if aether rlly breeding him deep Took?? I feel like he'd either be super flighty abt it OR bask in the princess treatment to come.

YYOOOP IM NGL.... NEVER THOUGHT OF PHANTOM/AETHER KITS UNTIL NOW SHOUT OUT TO YOU!!

Ohh Phantom would be absolutely losing his shit. He's nervous, unsure what to do, just crying in Special's arms. He found out when doing blood work and YYEEAAHH, not the best way to find out you're knocked up. They're calmed down and given a little pamphlet (fucking Phil and his damn pamphlets.) about his options, but Phantom is heavily urged to talk to Aether, so he does!

Just chewing on his nail, curled up as they have Aether in his room, explaining what he found out. Aether's eyes just blow up, and his tail starts wagging, the biggest smile growing.

"Really?!"

And Phantom just nods, and Aether can smell their uncertainty. He composes himself and brings his bat in his arms, calmly explaining exactly what Phil did. He has options, and no matter what he does, Aether will be there to love and support him. He's explained a bit more about what each option will lead to wether termination, keeping, or fostering. They talk for a HOT minute before Phantom finally decides.

"I think I want to keep it... What if I change my mind? What if—"

"Tommy, if you want to keep it, then I'll be there. If you change your mind, I'll be there. I will love you no matter what."

A little breathy cry. "Okay.... Okay, I want to keep it..."

"Then we have appointments to make now, don't we?"

Now both of their tails are wagging.

Phantom is still very nervous, super jumpy about everything, but with Aether and the others help they're able to start calming down and take things a bit easier. The pack is over the MOON, just the biggest ghoul pile (gently) when Phantom tells them. They wait a bit after 9 weeks to start looking at baby registries, things they'll need and want, and Aether just can't stop laying his head on Phantom's tummy and purring, whispering to their little kit about how excited he is to meet them.

Oh boy, tour though? Leading up, Phantom is a mess and just trying to convince Aether to swap spots with someone so he can come on tour too, trying to see if even Delta will come back so he and Aether can stay, he doesn't want to leave. He's a non-stop crying mess, Aether holding him so so much. But!! They make a plan. Mountain and Dew are people both of them trust no matter what, and they've made a promise to Aether to watch their darling bat like a hawk! The others are informed and doing their own part, just carefully treading and making sure Phantom stays comfortable.

Irritated when his uniform starts having him loosen up the lace, and feels like he's not a good performer since he can't do all his splits/jumps/bends like he used to, but he's reassured nonstop about it.

14 weeks, he's calmer now. Absolutely cuddled up in his nest on the bus, quietly chirping if he needs help with something. He's gotten much better at asking for help now! Back at the abbey? They're running to Aether faster than ever before, of course Aeth would usually bop them for it, but he can't lie—he missed Phantom, too.

So many cuddles and scenting over one another, Aether checking their little "tater tot." Nickname courtesy of Swiss as he watched Phantom down two whole bags of tater tots on his own, with one of the bags being frozen.

Quint ghouls eat rancid mixtures of food already but a pregnant quint? DEAR GOD. Pickles and mayonnaise, sour cream and onion chips with hot sauce and mustard, orange juice and Oreos, even to the point of whipped cream on LASAGNA.... LASAGNA!!!! Mountain will never forgive the horrors his cooking experienced. /Silly

One of his favorite things is the backrubs, as unfortunately he's a LOT more prone to aches from his height and anatomy being small. Aether using his magick to ease the pain but also his hands. Has a specific pregnancy pillow so Phantom can lay on his tummy without squishing, moaning from relief as Aether gets every kink and sore out.

When he starts lactating? He wakes everyone up in the den with his cries wjejkdkd even though they've accepted he's carrying, it's never fully hit until then. How close he is to popping, how round he looks, and the fact they can feel them MOVING..... Oh he's miserable. Can't control their bladder, hurts to walk for long periods of time, he's having magick surges which is giving him bad headaches, his morning sickness is back full swing, you name it. Lots of more comfort and princess treatment.

Phantom would probably want to have a nest-birth rather than in the hospital, and only wants Aether and Special. See, Phantom's never had a true grasp on his magick. But when he starts pushing, everyone gets freaked out as the lights flicker, TVs going to static, turning on/off randomly, and with one last scream a light bulb explodes.

He's crying, Aether's crying happy tears, and another confused cry is joining them. Little damn furball is squirming in Special's hands, being so delicate as he tries to finish up before laying the bloody kit on Phantom's chest. Phil going back to work while he lets Phantom and Aether slowly groom their baby boy.

Oh he's so perfect in every aspect. Little toe beans that are black and white, tiny fangs poking out, and despite all the fur, has such pretty skin with little white freckles like Aether. Constellations. Also Aether's big ears!

Probably name him after a constellation because of the freckles :3 I'm thinking Comet.

They're holding each other close, Aether claiming their son with a quick nip and going back to scenting, just laughing and crying in disbelief and pure happiness. Their own little family!

[snazzydwarf]

I watched Transformers One last night, and now that I've let it sink in over night I have some WORDS (In a positive way, this movie SLAPPED and I just wanna ramble haha)

I'll just be going over the main 4 however!

So Spoilers under the cut!!!

Okay straight off the bat I wanna preface that I'm not the most knowledgeable about the TF franchise, I'm more of a casual fan. I've seen some of the Bay movies, Bumblebee 2018, and a little of bit of a few of the TV shows. (I'm starting to read the IDW comics, but I'm not far)

So as a casual fan of the franchise this movie was EVERYTHING.

It's just so... refreshing to have a simple "friends to enemies" story line that doesn't try to get complicated. You can tell that the people working on the movie really fucking loved the franchise, and that they took the time to refine the movie.

Megatrons origin story is very believable and well paced, at time's I went "YEAH BEAT HIS ASS D" outloud. OOOOO AND HIS OPTICS CHANGING COLOURS SLOWLY IS AWESOME!!! I can't remember the exact scene (I have horrible memory) but there's this one frame of Orion standing up after being pushed away, and you can see D-16 standing up in the background behind him... and he's just covered in shadows, his optics are a muddy orange. No longer the bright yellow like they were in the beginning and UGG THAT WAS GREAT!!

Chris Hemsworth was actually really well cast as a young Optimus. I don't think he would suit a more war-torn and older Optimus Prime, however as Orion Pax I think he hit the nail on the head. He sounded young, hopeful and full of curiosity that it makes the broken friendship between D-16 and Orion Pax more impactful.

They spent the whole movie being at each other's backs, even when you can tell D was getting sick of his shit, they loved each other. D saying "I won't ever follow another leader" oof- and with his "the only person I can trust is-" being cut off short is GREAT foreshadowing.

At that point in the story I don't even know if he would have said Orion, or himself. Their bond is straining, tensions are rising high and they have hit a split road.

Elita I think, while not being as stand out as the other two, was pretty great in the movie as well. She had a more low-key character Arc, going from a stick in the mud looking for her next promotion, loosing it all because of Orion saving another bot (Jazz!!!!), being mad at him and willing to do anything to get back up the rank, having her whole world fall... and then finding hope within the last bot she would ever thought she would.

She is a figure head, someone who leads and gives commands, yet is bound and confined by rules and her superiors. I don't think she was every truly happy, but seeing Orion try his hardest and never loosing the spark of hope and bullheadedness inside him inspired her.

I believe that scene of her giving back the map to Orion was the first sign or her beginning to trust him, in addition to her not taking back the map later on.

OKAY NOW... BUMBLEBEE... well B-127 BUT MY LITTLE BEE!!

Oh you poor bastard, look at you! You're not mentally well honey, and the war has JUST started!!!! I really liked him in this film and I will defend him to the end.

Was he a little annoying? Yes. BUT it fits and it works. He's been alone for Prime knows how long, he's desperate for friends and companionship that he can't shut up now that finally, finally he has someone else to talk with.

I liked his jokes throughout the film, sure others can find it annoying (god knows the D, Elita and Orion kinda did) but underneath all of that is just a profound sadness.

You can see this when D-12 is standing up to Sentinel, he tells D to stand down, to kneel. Because he's afraid, he's afraid he's gonna watch as one of the first friends he's ever made be killed right in front of him.

He's also not as dense as other's think he is. He may be optimistic, loud and ever the chatter box who lacks the social ques of someone who's been alone for far to long, but he knows when to calm down. He was quiet when they found the bodies of the Primes, he was the one who had the Energon cube to give to Alpha Trion and he did that in a quiet and careful way cuz he knew that this was serious.

He doesn't crack a joke when they see the demise of the Primes and Sentinel's betrayal cuz he's also as shocked as the others. He's NOT an airhead, he's many things in this movie, but he isn't dumb. (also without him, legit nothing the movie was even possible, cuz he was the one who saved the SOS message of Alpha Trion and he was the one with the Energon cube... I'm just saying-)

Anyways, this was a great movie! If you haven't seen it (just spoiled urself mate lol) then please go watch it in the theaters if you are able to. It would be such a shame if this were to "flop" and we never got to see a sequel to this time line.

more thoughts in the tags cuz this has gone on long enough!

[pocoyo-yo]

S3X 'N SHIBUYA // CHOKING NANAMI KENTO

☆☆☆☆☆

warnings: smut, pnv, cowgirl (pos.), choking my man w his tie, dirty talk, pet names (baby, love, papa)

song: hotel - montell fish

kinktober!masterlist

the hotel room was lit a dim orange— the sound of the low hum of the television and light tap of raindrops on glass was the perfect atmosphere for the halloween eve. exceptional even. his name? kento— that's what he told you anyway. you two barely spoke at the bar; him because his thoughts seemed to be beyond you and yourself because all you could care to noticed were those hands.

those were hands of a working man— calloused and rough. yet at the bar he handled his shot glass with care; he handled you with care.

"oh fuck," he hissed— those hands dug into your hips. ".. just like that."

you chewed on your bottom lip— his chest and neck were covered in your red lipstick stains. dressed up a bit too early, no? is what he asked you at the bar after you sat beside him. you couldn't help but roll your eyes then; a cheap catwoman— you like?

"shh," you grinded your hips on his pelvis— his happy trail tickled at your puffy clit. ".. let me take care of you, kento."

i wouldn't call it cheap— more like casual.

your black nails clawed at his chest as you raised your hips— your creamy arousal dripped down his cock. your brows furrowed once you took him in deep again; he was unnecessarily big.

kento panted heavily; his styled blond hair had strands loosely fallen down his forehead. seemingly stuck due to sweat. orange was definitely your color— god, if you showed up to the bar as a pumpkin you would've been the sexist pumpkin around. the man was entranced by you— by the way you rolled your hips along his length, how you carried yourself, that goddamn body.

"look at you," he breathed— his hands rand up your waist and you shivered. his large arm wrapped you and pulled you closer while his other hand groped your breast. "hit the jackpot tonight, huh? so fucking sexy," his slender brown eyes fell to your split pussy; just a sticky mess as you took him in. ".. you're takin' such good care of this dick, baby."

you arched your back and let small whimpers fall from your lips— your clit ached for attention and you found yourself practically humping the man below your for friction. "oh god.. oh my god," you moaned under your breath— eyes flickering to the back of your head.

kentos cheeks were flushed a soft, cherry red as he darted his tongue over his lips. your thighs trembled with every wet tap of your ass against his muscular thighs. you wanted to care for him and you were, you most definitely were, but kento was a working man. just a man. and as a man, he wanted to ruin you.

he wanted to fuck as deep as he could into your tight cunt. kento rarely hooked up and messy sex felt especially gross to him when it was a hook up, but you? he wanted his lower half to be covered in your arousal and cream— he could still taste you from earlier affiars. and to fill that pussy up? what a dream that would be.

"mm papa— you love this pussy, hm? f— fuck.." you shuddered with an airy giggle and your movements slowed.

kento brought down the arm he had wrapped around you and gave your ass a smack with at large, rough hand. you whimpered before you grinned down at him— watching as he clenched his jaw.

"don't you dare slow down." he grunted as he gave your ass a squeeze.

"f—fuck m'sorry, kento," you whined and threw your head back— tiny moans fell from your lips as you began to bounce on his dick. "mm— yes.. oh fuck yes!"

he gripped the fat of your ass before he wrapoed his lips around your hard nipple. he swirled his tongue around the pebbled skin— trying his hardest to not fuck up into your warm cunt himself. his bulbous tip poked underneath your skin everytime you sunk back down on his cock. you could only imagine how he would feel raw— every vein that protruded underneath the tan skin of his cock.

your breaths grew uneven; your chest was tight. that gummy spot within your cunt was being attacked relentlessly to point where your tummy felt stuffed with butterflies.

"keep fucking me, baby," kento groaned as he sloppily kissed in between your tits. ".. good fucking girl— you want'ta cum?"

you nodded deliriously as you dragged your fingertips down his abs— you could compare the feeling to a smooth brick wall. and your ass? well, you could still feel the sting from when he gave it (what you presumed) was a rather easy smack on his part.

"kento! papa," you panted as you slipped one hand between your thighs and began to rub quick circles over your clit. ".. g'na cum soon— feels too good.."

you bounced sloppily on his cock— squeezing your eyes shut to avoid the tears of pleasure threatening to spill on your cheeks.

"no no," he moaned softly. "look at me, baby, c'mon.."

you weren't focused on his words, only on reaching your forthcoming orgasm. kento was a working man, and as a man, he didn't like that. he yanked back his hips before he jolted his hips upwards— his cock poked deeper than you ever thought it would.

your toes curled as you rubbed at your clit even faster— splattering your wettness all over your thighs. your heart pounded in your chest while kento continued to pound into your spasming cunt. kento was a working man after all, and he was going to fuck you like a man should.

"kentooo!" you squealed as his hands then gripped your hips once more— bouncing you up and down on his throbbing length. tears fluttered down your cheeks— trails of black following as your masacara began to go with the salty streams.

"m'right here," kento groaned as he sat up on his elbows. his biceps were flexed everytime he lifted you up— the veins in his arms had drool threatening to fall from your plump lips. ".. keep feeling good— you're okay, love.."

you eyed the only piece of clothing kento still wore— that ugly tie. you dispised the damn thing since the moment you laid eyes on it but his dick distracted you enough from it. until now. you wrapped the fabric around your fist with your free hand and tugged at it. kento let out a gasp as he found him face closer to yours— the tie digging into the marked up skin of his neck.

the lack of airflow.. he liked it?

"g'na cum! g'na cum, papaa!"

again; you tugged at his tie again which made it hug his skin even tighter.

"f— fuck do that again.. 'nd cum, baby," he stammered— his eyes were glued to your face. he adored how your face began to contort with the immense pleasure. "dammit please cum f'me.."

your hips jolted and shook as you let his name fall from your lips with a whine— your messy cunt squeezed and contracted around his dick as you coated him in a ring of white.

"s'too much— oh fuck.. s'good, ken.." you whimpered as you pulled at his tie once more; this time pressing your lips against his own. he kissed you back with a low moan— your wet and swelled lips sloppily brushed over one anothers. his tongue practically feaning for a taste.

had the two of you even truly kissed that night?

kento's cock twitched inside of you and with one last roll of your hips you had him emptying spurts of his cum into the condom. he thrusted into slow after that— trying to get you both down from your highs.

he pulled back from the kiss as your grip on his tie loosened, and you laid on his chest— inhaling his scent. sex, sweat, and vanilla oak. just that of a working man.

"are you alright?" he asked while he petted your hair.

"mhm.." you reached for your phone on the beside table, and kento grabbed it for you.

"here—"

"— no wait," you sighed and slid off if his softening cock slowly. "give me your number first— this was fun."

kento thought it over before he began to type away at your screen.

"you have business in shibuya tomorrow, right?" you asked as you took your spot next to him on the bed.

"so you do listen," he joked as he handed you back you phone and began to clean himself up— preparing to leave.

"I should go search for you, no?" you suggested teasingly— searching for his contact while he dressed himself.

"don't," he spoke sternly. ".. not tomorrow— just don't go to shibuya."

you raised a brow but ultimately shrugged once you found his contact— he put himself in the 'n' section.

so that was his last name.

"mm fine.. since you said so— hope everything goes well tomorrow," you gigged as he adjusted his tie. and you changed his contact to 'papa<3' instead of something so formal— you liked it better. ".. you have a good night, nanami."

he paused— the rain had stopped by now but the television still played. orange was your color and tonight the city was covered in it; he wasn't going to see you for a while.. he knew that much.

"get dressed— i'll be down in my car,"

kento told you as he checked the time on his watch— he could spare a few to see you draped in those orange city lights.

".. let me drop you off tonight."

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Batfam as quotes I have said

Fuck you Darla, no one asked your opinion- Jason I can literally feel the shit creeping out of my ass- Jason Bro if I had a time machine to see who invented math… mass genocide- Tim Love his eyebrows- Steph We’re a power couple, don’t move us- Steph I’m sorry who shat in your coffee- Steph Well im already pale so the cold will just add to my vampire esque…. Status.-Tim Hes got a fucking HUGE ass mouth. If you know whatimean. -Dick I don't wanna get on a horse. I wanna lay on my couch and suffer. Let me do that. In peace.-Barbara ‘Brush on meat during last 15 minute-‘ you last 15 fucking minutes?!?!-Steph God forbid someone touched the door!-Dick Why are you fondling the orange still?-Jason The demand on slaves went down the second he went on the market-Tim Can I sell a corpse? I’m sure it’s great value…..    Does anyone want to buy some meat?....-Jason You have to sleep? Come on. What??   I could just drug you…-Damian MY FINGERS CANT REACH THAT FAR DAMMIT-Damian I do not want to walk into the room and hear you moaning while eating nuts.-Bruce(about tim) I’m a semen mixer?- Bruce(confused) Dang! It was always my dream, you know, have a seizure on stage.-Dick Sharp as a marble in the attic that one- Barbara(about dick) I decided to greet the wall with my face this morning-Jason Oh yeah no I chugged a twelve pack and passed out, figured I’d wake up feeling great or not at all.-Dick of course, I’m not an uncultured swine.-Damian Bro looks like the spawn of disappointment and sadness.-Tim(about tim) There’s orphans in his room.-Dick(about bruce) Don’t get pissed on by the gods.-Jason Oh that's good. It’s like Ryan reynolds and Ryan gosling are having a baby on my tongue-Duke Did I ask? No? Then why the little FUCK would you answer?!?- Tim I understand it every other Friday and the first Saturday of each month- Duke When your browsing history is getting just lil suspicious 🤏- Tim My mental stability is about as stable as a rhino standing on stilts made of cottage cheese so…-Tim Split the casualties amiright- Jason You are the chosen one. Do not fight it- Damian I am the attraction *hair flip*- Cass I’m pretty confident my last words will be ‘well shit. That didn’t work’- Steph

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As Aristophanes used to say...

A Kagehina PJO AU | 6,673 words | Main Tags: First Kiss, Getting Together Read it on AO3 According to Aristophanes, humans were originally spherical beings, with four arms, four legs, and a single head with two faces. They were powerful and had the ability to move in any direction. But the gods, fearing their strength, split them in half, leaving each of them longing for their other half, to be whole again. And that is why people search for their soulmates—because they were once one and are now two, and they long to be reunited.

Duality is a funny thing. We often hear that opposites attract, but that’s not always the case. Some opposites are naturally repellent, refusing to mingle no matter how much we wish they would. 

Oil and water, for example, share the same space, but they’ll never blend, always drawing invisible lines between them. North and south poles of a magnet: they pull away from each other as if the mere thought of connection were unbearable. Darkness and Light. Where one exists, the other is absent—constantly in opposition, each one negating the other.

So, logically, the two of them should have been like that. Two separate worlds. 

“But eclipses do exist, don’t they?” Hinata interrupted as Kageyama voiced his thoughts. “What? I’m right!” Hinata squealed at the glare he received. 

“You’re not, dumbass! Eclipses have nothing to do with light and dark , they’re about… the sun and the moon, or, or… Day and night, if you will.”

“Well, it’s not like we have anything to do with light and dark either, dumbass ,” Hinata grinned back the insult. “Just because your dad’s a bit shady and you choose to be all bleeeh and gloomy doesn’t mean that you are the darkness” Hinata trembled his fingers with the word, in phantasmagorical fashion. 

“I’m not bleh and gloomy!” Kageyama pouted. 

Hinata let out a snort. “Yeah, right, Mr.” —he pressed his hair down and frowned in an attempt to mimic the boy before him— “woo-is-me-I-don’t-go-along-with-anybody-and-I-all-better-off-alone!” 

Kageyama rolled his eyes. “You know what, you’re giving me a headache.”

“That’s not my fault. That's because you were trying to think and we all know that’s not your strongest suit. ”

“Oh, fuck off. Like you’re one to talk!” Kageyama jumped to his feet. “Wanna practice or not?” He didn’t wait for a reply as he got up and headed to the arena, confident that Hinata would follow.

And Hinata did, of course, as he always did, ever since he stepped foot in Camp Half-Blood almost three years ago.

The first time he saw Hinata Shoyo was in the Summer before his freshman high school year. 

He was walking to his cabin to get settled when this little too-much-orange thing came running and bumped into him. He didn’t stop, he simply yelled back “Sorry!” and went on murmuring “Bathroom, bathroom, bathroom”.

Kageyama glared in his direction as the boy—short, freckled like the strawberry fields, with hair the exact same color as the camp shirt—went straight to Artemis’s cabin. “You’re going the wrong way, dumbass!” He yelled. The boy stopped, dancing in place with his hands on his shorts. “Apollo’s cabin’s that way”, Tobio pointed to the cabin to his right. 

The boy’s eyes widened. “How— Nevermind! Thanks!” And he ran to the right cabin. 

How did you know? Tobio knew the boy would ask. He would have scoffed if he had had the chance. Some people who get into Camp are seriously incognito, but not him. It took only a fraction of a second to understand that that boy, whoever they were, was a child of Apollo. 

And Kageyama might not have prophetic gifts, but as he stood there amidst the cabins surprisingly amused rather than annoyed at the boy, he knew his life would change. Don’t ask him how. It was… A tingle in his bones, almost. A heat underneath his skin. And from that day on, Kageyama was acutely aware of him all the time, which was… Odd.

Kageyama loved that camp with everything he was, taking everything he did there seriously and with dedication. All the training and games and simulations, he’d approach it with a stern look of concentration on his face and put all of himself into it like they were real, like they all were a matter of life and death—mostly because one day, they might be. 

But… that was sort of the problem. He did, but most of the campers didn’t.

He was basically raised in that Camp—taken by his own mother at age of 5— but his experience didn't keep people from avoiding him like the plague, opposite to what happens to other experienced campers, because apparently practicing with him was exhausting, physically and emotionally.

According to everyone else, he was rude, always yelling at people even when they were at their limit, which was never even close to being enough for him. Fighting along his side could end up in a serious wound because he’d never coordinate his movements with his partner— which is bulshit! He was doing what was the best move, it wasn't his fault others refused to keep up . So it’s been a while since he showed any real interest in any of the campers. If everyone would turn their back on him, he would turn his back in return. Campers came and went—names he never learned and faces he never memorized—but he would stay. And he was better off alone.

But then it came him . He didn’t even know his name yet and still, all through that first week, if you had asked him where the short orange boy was, he would somehow know how to answer. It was as easy as pointing out the sun in the sky during the day. 

Because you see, Hinata Shoyo—as he would learn later—was not just the son of the sun. He was the sun. Expansive, flashy, and annoying. Impossible to miss—either by the way its light offends the eyes of those used to the dark or by the way its heat burns the skin used to the cold. 

But as much as Kageyama found it all annoying, he couldn't deny it came perfectly in handy during Capture the Flag. 

Kageyama sensed him before he saw him, a prickle at the edge of his awareness. He turned sharply, just in time to see the arrow sail toward him. It was so off course that he didn’t even flinch, stepping aside lazily as it sunk into the dirt with a pitiful thunk . A laugh escaped him—short, sharp, and derisive.

“That was pathetic,” he muttered.

He knew he would be welcomed by the Red Team’s new campers—the orange Apollo kid (who Kageyama was sure was the one who shot the worst shot he had ever seen an Apollo child shoot), twins from Demeter, and a boy from Aphrodite. Ares cabin was sadistic like that, putting them first to give them a little taste of what a battle can be, but also to just slow down and signal when the enemy is approaching. 

Two more arrows streaked toward him, both were even worse than the first. Kageyama sidestepped them with ease, closing the distance between him and the archer in a matter of seconds. 

When he was close to reaching the archer's hiding spot, he was attacked then by the twins. Kageyama disarmed the first with a single blow, sending him sprawling, and the second barely had time to raise her weapon before he knocked it from her hands. The boy from Aphrodite tried to go at him for the sake of trying but didn’t even put up a fight. 

Another arrow was shot; it missed its target once more. This time, when Kageyama looked up, there he was. Orange hair leaking out of his elmo, arm shaking with the strength it took to arm the bow; courageously—and foolishly—standing his ground. 

Kageyama took a step forward, a cat playing with its prey, and the kid dropped the bow and drew a sword in a quick motion. Adorable, he thought. As if! The kid stood awkwardly, his posture was all wrong and his grip on the sword was so laughable that Kageyama almost didn’t bother. Almost. But something about the fire in his eyes made Kageyama hesitate, just for a split second.

It was enough.

The kid lunged with startling speed, his blade nicking Kageyama’s arm before he could react. The pain was negligible, but the fact that it had happened at all set his blood boiling.

“YES!” the boy shouted, triumphant. His grin was bright enough to rival the sun, and Kageyama’s temper snapped.

“Beginner’s luck,” Kageyama growled, stepping forward with purpose. He brought his sword down in a powerful arc, but the kid wasn’t there. He spun to follow, striking again and again, but every swing hit empty air.

“Will you—” Another strike, this time adjusting mid-swing to catch the boy off guard. Their blades finally clashed, but the smaller boy’s grip faltered, and his sword clattered to the ground. “—stop moving, damn it?! ”

Before the boy could scramble away, Kageyama swung the flat of his blade against the back of his knees, dropping him to the ground. For a moment, they locked eyes—one filled with rage and determination, the other with mounting irritation.

“And stay down,” Kageyama snapped, looming over him.

But the boy didn’t stay down. Even as he knelt there, gasping for breath, he started to push himself back up. His legs shook, his hands scrabbled at the dirt, but the fire in his eyes never dimmed.

“Seriously?” Kageyama muttered under his breath. He was raising his sword again when the sharp blast of a horn cut through the air.

The game was over.

Kageyama lowered his weapon with a scowl, turning his back on the boy. But as he walked away, he couldn’t shake the image of that defiant grin and the way the kid refused to quit. It left a bad taste in his mouth. Or maybe it was something else entirely.

The next day, he found the boy at the arena training even before him. He was usually one of the few who went there before dawn, enjoying the chill air and the quiet—he was there mostly for the quiet—of an empty arena. Annoyed, he decided to find someplace else to practice—alone—for the day. But the next day, there he was again. And the next, and the next, and the next, and by the end of the week, Kageyama was fed up with it. 

“You really should give up on that sword,” he said as he approached the boy. 

The boy looked up, frowning. “What, why?”

“Because you suck at it.”

“Isn’t that the point of practicing, though?”

“A 1000 times 0 is still zero.”

“I don’t see your point.” 

“Urgh, forget it. Do what you want.” Kageyama had given up on giving up and was halfway off the arena when the boy called him back. 

“Wait, you– You’re good at it, right?”

“At what?”

“Well… everything, I suppose? You’re the King of the Arena, aren’t you?”

Kageyama glared at him. “That doesn’t mean what you think it means.” 

“What do… What do I– No? Well, whatever. Could you teach me?”

“No.” 

“Why not?” 

“Ask around, Sunshine , and you’ll know.”

“Well, I don’t care what the others think. No one else wants to teach me, the sword.”

“Who’s no one?”

“Everyone.”

Kageyama sighed. “You know, everyone might have a point. You’re small and you’re fast. You’d do much better with a dagger.”

“But I don’t want a knife! The arrow, and the dagger, they’re… they’re cool, and they’re awesome, but I want this!” He branded the sword on their faces. “I really want this.”

“Why?” 

“I just– I just want it, is that not enough reason?”

“No, that’s—” Kageyama started, that is not enough reason, he’d supposed to say, but then he saw it, in his eyes. The same flare that made him hesitate that night on Capture the Flag. This will and determination he hadn’t seen in a long time, if ever. A fire burning brighter than Hestia’s flame, hotter than Hephaestus's forge. 

It wasn’t just stubbornness or blind courage; it was something deeper, something primal. A refusal to yield, to break, no matter the odds.

And he caved. “Fine.”

The sun came out. “I’m Hinata Shoyo.” The boy reached out his hand.

Kageyama snorted. “You’re a child of Apollo and your name is Hinata? ”

He blinked, head tilting to the side. “Right… I… Never thought of that…” Hinata looked sheepish. “And you are…? I assume calling you King isn’– ”

“Kageyama Tobio,” he interrupted.

“And…?”

“And what, dumbass?”

“Who’s your godly parent?”

“You… You seriously don’t know?”

“Nope.”

“You really are an idiot,” Kageyama shook his head as he drew his sword. A beautiful black metal that reflected the red of dawn. “I’m a child of Hades.”

Hinata was a fucking nuisance. He was clumsy with the sword, his stance was nightmare-worthy, and he tripped on his feet more often than a 5-year-old first-time dancer with two left feet. 

But he always got up. Always. And that Kageyama could admire. 

In the nine years he had been at camp, Kageyama had never met anyone who matched him in determination and stamina. But, as it was proving to be a constant right now, everything else in Kageyama’s life was not applicable to that fucking orange ball. 

From that day forward up until the last day of Summer, they trained for at least an hour before the sun was up in the Arena, and then when others started to show up, they’d hide in the forest and continue, unrelenting. It was the most fun Kageyama has had in years. 

By the end, Hinata was surely better. Not good, but better.

“You’ll see,” Hinata had said as they laid back on the ground, panting after their last training session of the summer. “When we come back next year, I’ll be able to beat you in a fight.”

“Keep dreaming.”

“Yes, I will! Because my father is the god of prophecies, so my dreams actually mean something,” he flashed out the tip of his tongue when Kageyama flicked his forehead.

They said goodbye to each other with an e-mail address on a piece of paper and a promise engraved on their little fingers.

Needless to say, they kept in contact during the school year

Kageyama started sending detailed instructions: what exercises Hinata should do every day, what to eat to build stamina, and tips to avoid injury. With each message, came the eary feeling that he would be ignored because part of him expected Hinata to lose his discipline halfway through the semester. Most people did, after all. But Hinata never did. Not once.

Every single day, without fail, he sent Kageyama a picture after his training; sweaty, sometimes looking so exhausted he could barely hold his phone steady, but always determined. Always smiling. And if the time Kageyama kept staring at each picture exponentially increased with time, that was for his knowledge only and no one else’s. 

As weeks turned into months, their talks drifted away from training altogether, slipping into moments of shared jokes, idle chatter, or stories that neither of them quite realized they were looking forward to. 

And just like that, without their knowledge or consent, they became more than training partners. They were friends. 

When Kageyama arrived at Camp the next year, he headed straight for the arena, and, as reliable as ever, there he was, keeping up with Ryūnosuke Tanaka, a veteran child of Ares. 

“Yo, dumbass!” Kageyama yelled at the arena's edge, crossing his arms. Hinata took a moment to beam at him, and Kageyama was close to yelling at him for allowing himself to be distracted like that as Tanaka advanced, but Hinata’s reflexes were sharp, and when Tanaka struck, he was able to step aside just fine. Kageyama rolled his eyes. “If you lose to him, I won’t fight you for a whole week!”

He knew nothing fuelled Hinata more than a challenge; the fight was over in less than a minute, with Tanaka on his back and a smiley Hinata cheering on top of him. 

Kagayema had to give it to him: Hinata has improved. A lot. But still, there was no way he could hold up a real challenge to him. But that didn’t make the boy sad, or frustrated, like it did to many people before. Like he said, nothing fuelled Hinata more than a challenge. 

The second Capture the Flag of the Summer got them in a special situation: Apollo and Hades cabins were on the same team. 

“Alright, let’s see…” Daichi, head of Nike started. “The usual go-to is to always send Kageyama on his own to scan the field, but I think I wanna try something different.”

Kageyama raised a brow at the leaders of the campaign. 

“We think it’ll be good for Hinata to stick with you.”

“What? He’ll slow me down!”

“Wow, thanks a lot!” Hinata cried. 

“It’s true! You’re like… better than last year, but still!”

“He’s the only one of us who can even bear to be near you, King, for whatever god-forsaken reason. And everyone knows that he’d rather follow you like a minion than be with his own cabin, anyway,” Oikawa, Head of Aphrodite, sneered.

“Hey, you—” Hinata started, never one to let it go when people called Kageyama ‘King’ with that undertone, not after he learned what they meant by it. 

“Let it go,” Kageyama muttered under his teeth, holding him back. “Fine,” he glared at Oikawa before slowly turning his gaze to Daichi. “We go together. What position?”

“You’ll guard the flag.” Daichi smiled. 

Kageyama didn’t know what was on Daichi’s mind, but he had proved to be as good a strategist as Kenma, from Athena, so Kageyama didn’t argue. 

And may Zeus strike him if Daichi hadn't been a genius with that decision. 

It had been one thing to fight against Hinata, but the moment they were put on the same side and had to fight with each other, the game changed. Maybe it was because they had spent so many times fighting the other that they had memorized the patterns of their movements, or maybe it was just some sort of divine connection, that Kageyama wouldn't put past them. Whatever it was, Kagayema had never felt so good on the battlefield. 

He didn’t have to order Hinata around—yelling to go here or there, to duck down or jump. He just did it, as if he could read Kageyama’s thoughts before he even formed them. It was effortless, like breathing—an unspoken understanding that made their movements seamless. And for the first time ever with a partner, whenever Hinata took the lead on a movement, he followed. 

Near the end of the battle, when they found themselves surrounded, they stood back to back, and something clicked. 

Kageyama would never admit it, not in a million years, but as they moved in perfect harmony, he couldn’t help but think of that old tale about how humans once had two heads, four arms, and four legs, until the gods split them apart and cursed them to wander the earth, searching endlessly for their other half. Because there, amid the chaos of the battle, back to back with Hinata, he couldn’t tell his and Hinata’s movements apart. 

They were one: one body, two heads, four arms, and four legs, just like they were meant to be.  

After that battle, if the time he spent staring at Hinata exponentially increased with time, that was for his knowledge only and no one else's. 

The following summer, a week before he had to return home, Kageyama had a dream, and by the time he woke up, nearly 3 in the morning, he had a mission, assigned by Hades himself. His task was simple in theory, an in-and-out situation, perfect for someone like him—a child of Hades with the ability to shadow travel. 

It was close to 4 AM when he was ready to leave. Trying to shadow travel from inside the Camp’s wards was exhausting, so he had to walk away until he felt the mist around him shimmer, and shadows become more malleable. When he had finally walked far enough, he stretched his arms over his head, popped his neck to one side and the other, and took a deep breath. 

As he exhaled, he felt the pull from the darkness, his body dissolving into more sense than form, an uncomforting but familiar fe— Something touched his shoulder.

His last coherent thought before the pull consumed him was a sharp, resounding, “Fuck.”

The added weight threw off his concentration, and instead of arriving at his intended destination, he and the unexpected passenger dropped out of the shadows mid-transit. He hit the ground hard, followed by the other body falling on him, the force knocking the air out of his lungs in a painful “oomf.”

Before he could fully process what happened, the body on top of him rolled to the side and—much to his disgust— puked .

Kageyama turned his head sharply, eyes wide, nose wrinkled in disbelief as he registered who the “idiot” was.

“WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING, DUMBASS?” he bellowed.

Hinata, still green and disoriented, groaned with his eyes squeezed shut. “What was that ?”

Kageyama’s glare could’ve burned holes through steel. “What are you doing here?” He ignored Hinata’s question. 

“You were leaving without saying goodbye!”

“I wasn’t—Wait, what? Oh, gods, help me.” Kageyama groaned, rubbing his temples in frustration. “I have a mission, idiot! Were you following me?”

“Yes,” Hinata admitted, looking unashamed despite the situation.

“Why?! It’s the middle of the night!”

“I had a dream,” Hinata replied matter-of-factly. “And I was right. ”

Kageyama nearly screamed. “Oh, get off! You can’t be here! I have a mission, and you need to go back to camp!”

“Why can’t I go with you? Why didn’t you tell me anything? Does Chiron know?”

Kageyama sighed, raising a finger. “Because it’s not assigned to you.” Another finger up . “Because my father told me to do this as soon as possible. I wasn’t going to wait for you to wake up and tell you I’d be gone for twenty minutes.” And another finger. “And yes, of course, Chiron knows.” 

“What’s the mission?” 

He dropped his hand. “None of your business. Go back to camp. ”

“No.” Hinata stomped like a child throwing a tantrum. 

“Excuse me?”

“I’m coming with you.”

“No, you’re definitely not.”

“Why?”

“Because you’ll… you’ll fuck it up. ”

“I won’t! You know it! We’ve spent the last two summers—”

“This isn’t Capture the Flag, Hinata. This is serious!”

“All the more reason you shouldn’t do it alone!”

“No, it’s not. You’re just jealous I got a mission, and you didn’t!”

“The fact that I think you shouldn’t do this alone has nothing do to with my jealousy.”

“Ah, so you are jealous?” 

“Not the point! The point is! You’ve been alone long enough and I'm tired of people thinking you thrive in it. You don’t. You hate it, you’re just too proud to let them know. It’s a dangerous mission—”

“You don’t even know what the mission is!” He muttered. 

“ —and it’s not fair that you have no backup. Besides, if I dreamed about it, there must be a reason for it. So shut it, and let me come with you.”

Kageyama huffed, affronted. He hated him. Gods, how he hated Hinata and that stubborn, blazing look in his eyes. They kept staring at each other, neither willing to cave. But staring at Hinata when he looked like that— overconfident — was a little bit like staring at the sun. You can’t do it for long. 

“FINE!” Kageyama snapped, throwing his hands up. “But if you puke on me again, I’ll leave you behind!”

Hinata did puke again when they arrived at their destination—but not on him, which was a win. Kageyama, grumbling under his breath, pulled a small bottle of mouthwash from his sling bag and tossed it at him. Hinata took it gratefully, managing a sheepish smile once he was back on his feet.

“Where are we?” Hinata asked, looking around. There were a dense forest surrounding them, the dawning sun barely visible throught the trees. Behind him, stood a tall stone wall, with a round rough entrance leading to a cave. 

“Mormo’s Island,” Kageyama replied, his tone sharp.

“What’s Mormo?”

“It’s who’s Mormo,” Kageyama corrected, as he led into the cave. “She’s our target.”

Hinata grimaced, hesitating to follow. “We’re… getting in there?” 

“Yep.”

“But… It’s gonna be dark.” 

“That’s why this is my mission,” Kageyama sneered. “You can wait here.” 

“No way! I’m coming!” He ran after him. “Nishinoya taught me a nice trick it will be useful– wait!” He halted at the entrance. “Let me…” Hinata concentrated, closing his eyes. 

Kageyama could only stare as the boy started to make noises, tensing his body, almost like— “Are you gonna shit your pants or something?” 

“Shh, don’t distract me!” Hinata barked, sticking his tongue out. The sight was weird at best, but Kageyama couldn’t hold back the affectionate roll of his eyes. No. Not affectionate. He was irritated. He was no t thinking he was adorable or something. But then, suddenly, Hinata’s skin started to glow. He opened his eyes, analyzing his own hands. When he looked up in Kageyama’s direction, he hated having to go back on his own words. Nevermind, he was adorable as hell. 

“You glow,” Kageyama said, trying to hide his awe. 

“Yep!” Hinata skipped like a kid handed candy. “Now we can go! C’mon!”

Kageyama blinked as his pocket-size sun entered the cave, shattering the dark around him. What the fuck? He had never seen any of the Apollo kids doing that. Was it a secret between then or something? He shook his head. That was something for later. 

As they entered the cave, he explained the mission to Hinata. 

Mormo was what could be a mixture between a boggart and a vampire, kidnapping kids, punishing them, and turning them into her small fleet of demons. Child demons. Thanatos is not particularly a fan of her, meddling with the balance of life and death unnecessarily, and every time she spawns, he sends someone out to kill her. This time he asked Hades for help, and Hades asked him.

Kageyama led the way, with the dim glow of Hinata’s skin casting long, flickering shadows, their swords glinting faintly in the pale light. 

The air grew heavier the deeper they ventured into the cave. The walls seemed to close in, suffocating them with the dull silence, broken only by their steps and breathing resounding within the humid walls. “This place is so creepy,” Hinata muttered, clutching the hilt of his sword tightly.

“Focus,” Kageyama said sharply. “We’re almost there.”

“How do you even know where to go? We passed like… 4 or 5 different tunnels.”

“It’s hard to explain.”

“Try?” Hinata was curious by nature, but it was obvious by the shaking of his voice he was talking the nervousness away. He needed the distraction. 

“It’s just… The dark? I have a weird awareness of things in it. Kinda like a bat but instead of sounds, the… darkness guides me, you know?”

Hinata chuckled. “That was actually pretty easy to explain.”

“Well, how would I know your brain would be able to catch up?”

“Hey, I’m not–”

“Shhhh” Kageyama put a hand on his mouth, making them stop. He gave Hinata a serious look and he understood. Closing his eyes again, he was able to turn off the glow of his skin. His body immediately tensed when the dark engulfed them, but Kageyama dropped the hand from his mouth to his shoulder and slid it to his hand. He ignored the gasp Hinata let out. “Don’t let go,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”

Hinata nodded, but when he realized he probably couldn’t be seen (he was wrong, Kageyama could see him just fine) he squeezed Kageyama’s hand. Thank the gods it was dark, so Hinata couldn’t see the blush that dared to creep out his face. Kageyama squeezed his hand back, a sign that they should move. 

Slowly, Kageyama led them forward. Hinata couldn’t see where they were going anymore, but he felt the twist and turn of the cave, doing so more sharply now than before. Finally, they were able to see a faint blue light emanating from around the corner.

Kageyama let go of Hinata’s hand, shifting his grip to hold his sword firmly with both hands. He pressed himself against the wall, his movements careful and precise, the blade angled low but ready. His breath was steady, measured, as he leaned forward to peek around the bend.

Hinata followed closely, his heart hammering in his chest. The glow grew stronger as they inched closer, illuminating the rough walls with an ethereal shimmer. Kageyama tilted his head just enough to see what lay ahead—and froze.

He motioned for Hinata to stay back before stepping cautiously out, his sword raised slightly. Hinata ignored him, as usual, and crept after him. His eyes widened as the space opened up before them in a large chamber.

At the heart of the chamber, sprawled across a jagged throne of stone, was what had to be Mormo. Her grotesque form lay still in slumber, the bioluminescent fungi casting an unearthly glow over her figure. Leathery wings folded tightly against her body, sharp claws draped over the edges of her throne. Her face was a disturbing blend of hideous and eerily human, the features softened only by the stillness of her sleep.

“She’s asleep,” Kageyama murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His grip on the sword tightened, the tension in his shoulders clear.

Hinata swallowed, his eyes darting to the fungi-dotted walls and the dark corners of the chamber. “What do we do?” he whispered back.

Kageyama didn’t answer. He stepped forward cautiously, each movement silent and deliberate. Hinata stayed back, his sword shaking slightly in his grip.

When Kageyama reached her, he raised his blade high and drove it down with a clean, precise strike. Mormo let out a faint, strangled gasp before dissolving into ash.

“It’s done,” Kageyama said flatly, and his voice, though quiet, was carried by the echo of the chamber.

Hinata frowned. “That was way easier than I thought—”

A shrill screech interrupted him, followed by another. And another.

“Uh, Kageyama?” Hinata’s voice trembled as small, twisted forms began to emerge from the shadows, their glowing red eyes locking onto them.

Kageyama’s jaw tightened. “Her demons.”

The creatures surged forward, their claws glinting in the faint light. Kageyama ran and grabbed Hinata’s arm. “Hold on—” He called the darkness and it pulled them in, but not for long. He lost his grip and they fell again, swords clinking on the ground. “ Fuck!”

“What happened?” Hinata shrieked, voice muffled by the hand on his hand, probably holding back the contents of his stomach again. 

“I’m too weak. Just run!” Kageyama grabbed his sword and Hinata’s hand again, guiding them through the darkness once more. But suddenly, they heard the shrills and the steps approaching them head-on. “Shit, get behind me!” 

Hinata did as he was told, taking deep breaths trying not to panic. It wasn’t easy, he was—

“Fuck!” Hinata has never heard Kageyama curse so much. “There’s more coming from behind. You gonna have to fight too!”

Hinata swallowed the bile down his throat. He understood what he was saying. He tried to concentrate again, picturing the warmth within his heart as a sun, pushing it out. He pictured the feel of the sun on his skin… He opened his eyes. Nothing. Shit shit shit shit shit. He tried again. Nothing.

“Hinata, now!”

“I can’t, I can’t, I’m—”

“Fuck, forget it. Just—” Kageyama repositioned them until they were back to back. “Just stick to me”, he said firmly.

The demons were there. This was it. Hinata nodded, his breathing shaky. “Got it.”

The first demon lunged, and Kageyama’s sword met it midair, slicing cleanly through. 

“Turn left!” Kageyama barked, and Hinata obeyed, twisting to match Kageyama’s movements. Another swiped at Hinata, and he ducked, swinging upward in a wide arc. The creature shrieked and crumbled into ash.

“Swing, now!” Kageyama’s voice cut through the chaos. Hinata swept his blade horizontally, cutting through two demons at once. “Nice!” Kageyama said, a hint of a grin in his tone. The two were moving as one, just like they had so many times before, their steps perfectly synchronized. 

Huh, funny… Hinata suddenly caught himself thinking. Wasn’t he supposed to be terrified? But at every twist, as each move of their swords hit something, he found himself relaxing into the rhythm, trusting Kageyama’s commands and the subtle shifts in his body.

He closed his eyes for a moment, relying on the feel of Kageyama’s presence to guide him. Despite the danger, there was an exhilaration to their teamwork—a connection he couldn’t put into words. Kageyama felt it too, of course, as he always had but was proud enough to keep only to himself. 

“See! Aren’t you glad I came along?” Hinata yelled over the shrieks of the little demons, his voice not giving any sign of tiredness. No, he was ecstatic. 

“Absolutely not! If you weren’t here I’d be already out of this place!”

“But it’s fun! Right?” Hinata felt Kageyama crouching, which meant he had to jump. He did, and Kageyama killed another one. 

“Yeah!” Kageyama… laughed? He laughed !! “It is!”

The fight lasted for another minute or so. As the last demon fell, silence returned to the chamber. The two stood there, panting and covered in ash, grins plastered across their faces.

“We did it!” Hinata exclaimed, spinning around in excitement. But as he turned, his sword caught something solid.

Kageyama yelped, stumbling back. “What the fuck?”

Hinata froze, horrified to realize his sword had struck Kageyama’s side.

“Oh my gods, I’m so sorry!” Hinata yelped, dropping his weapon. “Shit, shit, shit!”

“You stabbed me!” Kageyama shouted, clutching his side.

"Not on purpose!" Hirata cried, helping Kageyama to the floor, who hissed in pain. “How bad is it?” He fumbled in the dark, searching for the wound. Kageyama grabbed his wrist — his hand was sticky and Hinata knew it was bloody — and guided it to the wide cut on the side of his torso. It was deep. “Oh gods, oh no no no no! Where’s the nectar?”

“It’s,” Kageyama said, reaching for his sling bag and freezing when he didn’t find it. “Fuck…” he said between his teeth. 

“What?” 

“I think I lost it when we fell.”

“Shit! Okay, I can go find it,” Hinata tried to get to his feet, but Kageyama refused to let go of his wrist. 

“Hinata, calm down. You can heal me, can’t you?” 

“What? No! I’m shit at that! I suck at everything, you know that! You keep saying that, and I don’t listen! I just had to come along, didn’t I?”

“Hinata.”

“I fuck everything up, I don’t know why I didn’t listen to you. Or to everyone else! 

"Hinata, focus!"

"You'll die and it'Il be my fault. Gods, your dad's gonna—" his words were cut out by a kiss.

Wait . A what now?

It took more than a second for Hinata to realize what was going on. But before he could react, Kageyama broke the kiss, but kept his hands on both sides of Hinata's face. When did they get there?

"Shoyo, listen to me,” he pressed their foreheads together. “Do you have any idea of what you just did? You fought a horde of demons with your eyes closed. And won. Unscathed.”

"B–Because of you," Hinata blinked, trying so hard to be able to see. He needed to look into Kageyama’s face right now. 

"Not because of me. I fought my share, you fought yours. The ones you took down are your own merit. You don’t suck! You were brilliant.” His voice was so soft. Hinata didn’t know he could be this soft. 

“I– I…” He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what was happening. “I was just following your lead.”

“Yeah,” Kageyama breathed out. “That’s the thing. The most fucking important thing: you trusted me." 

"I always trust you." Hinata shut his eyes, surprised at how true it sounded. How true it was.

"Exactly.” Maybe Hinata was going crazy, but he could swear Kageyama was smiling just by the sound of it and the slight movement of his face against his. “And I trust you too. I know I'm always messing with you—"

"So now you admit it!"

"—but—shush it! But I see you working harder than everyone else on that camp. So yeah, your healing is not like Nishinoya's, but you can do this."

Hinata took a deep breath. Okay. Okay. Kageyama trusted him. Kageyama Tobio trusted him. He could do this. He could do this. He would do this. 

"Will you kiss me again?” The words were out of Hinata’s mouth before he could make sense of what he was saying. “You know, as a little push?"

Kageyama managed a laugh out, before leaning in and pressing his lips against his. This time, Hinata was ready. He slid his finger under the sweaty hairs at Kageyama’s nape, pulling him in slightly, before parting his lips to deepen the kiss. Big mistake.

"Fuck!" Kageyama whined in pain.

"Shit, sorry."

"Just fucking heal me already!"

"Yeah, yeah, on it!” Hinata took a deep breath, positioning both his hands on the wound. Shit , there was so much blood. In whatever the hell had just happened between them, they neglected to keep pressure on it. Stupid, stupid! If something happens— NO! He shook his head. Focus. 

‘Channeling it with music usually helps’, he remembered Nishinoya saying. Okay. He’s got this. 

Kageyama could see the way Hinata frowned, even in the dark, the concerned look on his face, giving way to determination. He started to hum a melody under his breath, and Kageyama allowed himself to close his eyes, relaxing his head on the crook of Hinata’s neck. He smelled like summer, even after everything. 

Little by little, he felt the burning of the wound ease-out, and his mind cleared a bit. It was then he recognized the melody. 

“Is that the song from Tangled?” 

He felt Hinata’s shoulder shake slightly. “Yeah,” he chuckled. 

Kageyama opened his eyes, raising his head a bit to look at Hinata. Oh. He was glowing again. He swallowed dry. “Why?” 

“Helps with the intent,” Hinata allowed himself to raise his eyes to Kageyama, finally able to look at him after everything. His hair was disheveled, gluing to his face due to the sweat— but that wasn’t news. He was used to seeing that. He had blood on his neck, probably from Hinata’s hand earlier. But his eyes… His eyes, always sharp, were now soft, reflecting the golden light. The breath got caught on Hinata’s throat. How did he never notice before? He was beautiful. 

Before he could stop himself, he leaned forward again, stealing a chaste kiss. Kageyama sighed against him, relaxing even more. The pain must have lessened by now. They broke apart, and Kageyama went back to resting on Hinata’s shoulder, happily listening to the humming of the Healing Incantation from Tangled. His last though before he passed out was ‘ I’m in love with an idiot’.

Two days later — because both had to rest before managing the trip back — Hinata got the scolding of his life back at the Camp, being ordered to take over a thousand tasks from his brothers for the rest of this summer, the next, and winter break.

“But you don’t come here during winter break,” Kageyama said, stretching before their daily practice. 

“Well… I didn’t .” Hinata looked sheepish. Kageyama raised a brow. “Well… You do! And I really really don’t want to wait another year to see you again!” He blurted out. 

Kageyama rolled his eyes affectionately. “You’re an idiot.”

“Your idiot!” Hinata beamed. 

And Kageyama wanted to argue with that, but… Well, it was true, wasn’t it? “Enough talking. Wanna practice or not?” He didn’t wait for a reply as he got up and headed to the arena, confident that Hinata would follow.

And Hinata did, of course, as he would always do. 

[kcalsforhim]

𓏲.ೃ࿔❀˙˖ ｡ friday 10 jan 2025

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i woke up by my mom wondering why i was still asleep and i told her i didn’t have morning classes, which was a lie, i was avoiding my mentor… i stayed in bed for a while untill eventually getting up and just going to college… i still wanted to be there for my illustration classes.

i got there and kind of tweaked over the deadline but it ended up totally not fucking mattering anyway lol

i made rlly good progress on my project, i think i’ll have it done ez on the day of writing.. haku showed up about 60 mins before class ended for the day hehehe. he walked me to the station and i was happy to see him.

i went home and when walking home i felt perfectly fine. i even walked pretty quick too. i got home and i grabbed my food

28g of mixed salad — 5cal. 33g of edamame — 35cal. 121g of cucumber cubes — 17cal. 12g of carrot shavings — 4cal. 19g of avocado — 35cal. 51g of chicken — 54cal. 1 serving spicy mayo — 43cal

105g of courgette — 28cal. 66g of hamburger — 123cal.

1 medjoul date — 56cal

total : 400 calories

oh my god guys u have no idea. my mom also had me make her a portion as well, i used rice in hers and not mine but she thinks i used rice… she gave me a huge bowl and i made use of it ! i also put the chicken and other veggies she stirfried and put that in her bowl as well, as well as all the veggies i made for the pokebowl split in half, ofc giving her more cause she had been fasting since 12pm for it she said.

then i made my bowl small, however i did also grab the leftover hamburger and courgette hashbrowns too cause they were gonna go bad soon and i wanted to eat it.

the food was rlly good. afterwards i felt amazing so i worked out for 1 hour. just did some good cardio, although i think i was procrastinating… then afterwards i really got in a mood so i went downstairs in the garden with my ipad and i called eli and i lit up a joint and i smoked 3/4 of it.

i did eat something so i wouldn’t have vivid nightmares cause every time i try to smoke without food i just start sweating like a madman

100g of a cucumber — 12cal. 25g of 10% greek yogurt — 30cal.

1 small banana — 90cal. 1 oblande piece — 49cal.

2 slices of salami — 72cal. 2 slices of pork filet thin bacon — 26cal. 1 serving of lowsugar ketchup — 15cal

total : 294

this food was good and i felt good after eating it. ofc i was stoned but also im so proud of myself i didn’t binge ?!?! oh and i had all the options to binge available to me, don’t you worry about that. i had cookies and sweets and even savoury things to binge on like chips.. i even had ice cream 3 whole pints in the freezer. yet this is what i chose ? pretty good !

i also drank 2 of these giant bottles of water with a bit of 0 sugar flavour added. i prefer to add less of the flavour cause i don’t like it to taste TOO much like orange juice… i had 1 of these after dinner and 1 while i was eating high. after eating i promptly fell asleep pretty peacefully

this song is so cool and cute !! makes me feel like a cyber angel lol

𓏲.ೃ࿔❀˙˖ ｡ stats for today

streak : 5 days binge free

cals : 694

steps : 20.5k

my steps were absolutely amazing and through the roof ! im pretty impressed with myself. my calories are less, but in my defence i did make genuinely good choices in terms of my diet, focusing more intensely on whole foods than the processed craps we have… a lose is a win ??? idk

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[lovelydisc]

Golden wings and a silver-tongued truth-sayer; possible part one

Synopsis: I'm writing a story about an oracle/seer in the supernatural world and how she eventually gets in contact with the Winchesters, she brings Gabriel back to life, she falls in love with him, and eventually how she saves the world.

warnings: its going to be shit, sorry; mentions of a psych ward and medical malpractice/generally treating patients with extreme mental difficulties and disability as less than human; one slur but used incorrectly by an antagonist to degrade main character; main character is going to be OFC and because I'm basing OFC around parts of myself, she is going to have similar traits and opinions to myself, such as being white with blonde hair and autistic or being fucking fascinated by crows; canon typical violence; NO SMUT; i refuse; you can be mad, but I'm not gonna change it; that's it

pairing: gabriel x reader (eventually. bear with me)

genre: angst mostly, fluff

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I wake up choking on green smoke and a prophecy, the words tumbling from my mouth, forcing themselves from my vocal chords. The noxious green smoke that always accompanied this event billowed around me in soft waves, dissipating slowly. A cut had opened above my left eyebrow and bloody hatch marks have appeared on my knee in the process of telling the future. I was still rambling incoherently, my tongue not my own right now. Repeating the same prophetic nonsense:

It ends where it began:

in the Garden of Sin.

The Father’s greatest Tragedy,

tempts once again,

seeking a maiden not his own.

She slays him with biting words

with a silver tongue she has not grown.

And the Brothers Winchester,

Atlas-beings anew, must defeat a novel darkness,

a neoteric evil, virginal in its ugliness.

Diaphanous smoke and sheer bullshit still spewing from my mouth, I stumble to the legal pad on my desk, and scribble the words down. They join a collection of similar nonsense that has since come true, but that nobody seems to really believe me on. None of my prophecies have ever been believed, and no one ever sees the green smoke. Eventually my tongue belonged to me again, and I stop choking on the green smoke. My eyes still glow battery acid green as I glance up at the Anti-Ligature Institutional mirror mounted on the wall across my bed. They will fade by the time the nurses get here with the medication. They will not believe my forehead just split over night. Nor will they believe that my arm tore itself open. Even though it’s the truth. Even though the truth is the only thing I can say. Even when my tongue is not my own, when my vocal cords and lungs and teeth are owned, taken, used by another, the only thing that rolls off them is the truth. Never anything so beautiful as a white lie. No. I get gritty, unbearable, bitchy truth. 

The starched white of my psych ward shirt rubs against the healing eczema on my wrists and forearms as I stretch the burning remnants of sleep and chronic pain out of my arms. I wet a hand towel in the bucket nailed to the floor that contains the weekly ration of water we are allowed before cleaning out my knee. I apply pressure with the dryer parts of the (pathetically thin) hand towel and start tending to my forehead. I clean the gash out as well, but don’t apply pressure, as it is relatively small and wasn’t bleeding that much anyway. The door pops open and I glance up to see one of the nurses struggling backwards into the room with a morning Food and Medication Cart. But then she turns around, and her face. Oh god, her face. I shove myself into the nearest corner, as I stare at the shifting horror that is her face. It is beyond description. Underneath her true form, the vessel she possesses has an orange-juice-smile; artificially sweet delight, with an aftertaste so bad you never want to see it again. “Morning Cassandra, here is your breakfast, and your medication” she says as she presents the tray and a Dixie cup of pills. “Oh sweets, what happened to your eyebrow? And your knee!?” she questions as she reaches out to attempt to graze the clean cut above my eyebrow. I shove myself even further into the corner of the room, and the blood rapidly drains from my face. “Are you okay? You just got really pale, really quickly” she retracts her hand and sets the Food and Medicine Tray on the bedside table. “Here, let me check your temperature.” she reaches into her front pocket for a mercury thermometer with her right hand, whilst encouraging me forward with her left. She’s turned her face away for once and I can no longer see the…the…her… I shudder. I can’t even think about her face right now. She’s about 3 feet away from me and now seriously rooting through her apron pockets and the pockets of her dress underneath. I force myself to move as quietly as possible off the bed whilst she’s distracted and to the door so I could bolt, but I make it about 2 feet to the door, before it slams closed and she whips around to face me. “Now where might you be going, you Gypsy bitch.” she sneers, black eyes on full display now. 

“I don’t know” I mutter quietly, veins and feet icy with fear. “And I’m not Romani” slips out, my tongue steeled and stolen by someone else’s strength. 

“Now, let's not lie. It's not good for psychological improvement. I may have to send you to a new, firmer facility if you refuse to comply, and we wouldn’t want that, now would we? I hear the warden is quite… old fashioned in his punishments, and we want your brain fully intact for the job we require of you. It makes interpreting your predictions easier, though you can be replaced.”

“My predictions?”

“Why yes! Your wonderful little snapshots of the future. They are oh so useful in our grand plan” she grabbed something from the cart, and turned around, but her face was so awful that I have to look away. The twisting, turning agony of her soul made me feel like I was burning, burning and I wouldn’t stop and then all the flesh was tearing off my bones and I was turning inside out, and I was dying and drowning, and being birthed again, and the very atoms of my body were disintegrating as I watched and—

nothing. 

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I wake up swinging from my ankles, my short psych-ward-hair hanging below me. This is definitely not good for the drug-induced headache I can feel coming on. The cut above my eye has butterfly stitches, and my knee is wrapped, which is kinda odd, cause I was just kidnapped, but I’ll take what I got. My hands are handcuffed and a rope is secured around my arms to keep them in place. As I twirl slowly, I observe the parts of the upside down room that I can see. It's made of barren concrete, though it is surprisingly well lit, for being underground (at least I think it’s underground). No windows, not even the weird floor/roof ones in some city apartments. There’s a desk with papers and weird herbs on it, a metal folding chair bolted to the floor, and a  rolly table with what looks like a leather roll of tools. This was fucking excellent. Suspended barely upside down 3 feet off the ground was exactly how I wanted to spend today. The door I had not noticed was behind me burst open and two demons, the nurse from before and a man in an all black suit. She is uglier. They approach me as I rotate incredibly slowly around the axis of the rope I'm suspended on. This is not good for my sedative headache, nor my proclivity for vertigo. “Cut her down,” the man says gruffly as he turns to approach the leather roll of tools on the rolling cart. “And put her in the chair,” he adds. As the nurse saws through the ropes holding me up, I ponder something. “What use am I to you if no one can believe me anyway? I could spew all the prophecies I want. You're still gonna try and kill me anyway. It’s happened like three times already. We might as well get it over with. Slit my throat? cut my wrists to make it look like a suicide? Straight up stab me? Pick your poison and it’s probably been tried.” The man glances up, a knife glinting invitingly in his left hand. It’s sharp enough to glide through my soft flesh like butter, and it shines bright enough that I can almost forget that. “Well since no body can believe you, and we as demons have no real corporeal form on earth, we kinda get a free pass. So rest assured, we will believe you” He smirks, before turning back to the tools in front of him. The woman, having finally cut me down, deposits me and joins the man at the rolled out tools. She fingers a syringe of some strange yellow liquid, and then hones in on a corkscrew and a pair of pliers. And then the world dissolves into green mist whilst my purloined tongue and shoplifted teeth force words past my lips that are no longer mine:

Children of the Venus angel,

lost, corrupted souls make a home, a life

In the valley of the Father’s dissent.

Squalor is all they know, so squalor is all they are.

They inherit nothing except the knowledge of pain.

If the Atlas children and the silver-tongued truthsayer succeed,

if they bring their pain and squalor to an end,

return them to their rightful place down below,

remove the abominations,

golden wings will be returned to their lives,

a child of the Father’s chosen garrison reunited with his brethren.

A soldier back from battle.

I slump forward, the prophecy tumbling, tumbling, tumbling off my lips, and I shake with racking sobs as pain and panic rip through me. I need a pen, anything to write this down, to stop suffocating in the green smoke spilling uninhibited from my mouth. Suddenly pen and paper are shoved into my lap, and hands, shaky, stolen hands, scribble the prophecy three times before the green smoke abates. I’m still shaking with pain and I can feel a broken rib shifting under my skin, but the choking presence of the green oracle smoke is gone. The man jerks my chin up, and I cry out sharply at the way it pulls at my ribs. “What the FUCK does that mean!? Who the fuck are the Atlas children!? And who is the Venus angel!?”

“I don’t know! I’m sorry I don’t! They just force their way out of me! I don’t know what I’m saying until I write it down! I’m sorry!” I struggle against his grip on me. He stalks away to the door at the other end of the room and shoves it open. It slams hard, clattering the objects on the rolly cart this far away. The nurse walks out, likely following him, and I am left alone in the silence of the concrete basement.

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[born-to-seek-and-destroy]

My step by step reactions of the nightmare before kissmass

Update: Little did I know the author would see it on my tik tok and like comment twice and repost

!!!Spoiler and swearing warning!!!

The nightmare before kissmass is a brilliant book I actually read it in basically one sitting, I loved it and definitely recommended others to read it as well as I grew attached to this book from chapter one I love it and it has become my favorite romance book I've read as well as the first book I've read in 2025

Chapter one:

That's sad he was trying to help

His dads a dick

His mums a bitch

OMG THEIR ALREADY KISSING

HE DISAPPEARED

AHHHHHHH

chapter two:

He's trying to find him, cute

His mums still a bitch

Now we're on royal formalities, slay

I'M SORRY THE FUCK?!?!?!?

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!

NOOOOOOO!

chapter 3:

His dad has upgraded to a dickless asshole

hope can't wait wait for that to be destroyed

OH MY GOD YOU ASSHOLE OF A SANTA

*muffled screams*

FUCK OFF

THEIR GETTING REUNITED AND THEY PROBS DON'T KNOW IT, YAYYYYYY

FIX THIS YOU SPOOKY FUCKERS

Hold up not prince damnit

THIS FUCKER IS SERIOUSLY NOT PLANNING ON ARRANGING ANOTHER MARRIAGE OF IRIS TO THE HALLOWEEN. SHE ISN'T EVEN HIS DAUGHTER

Oh he beefing with Halloween

Ooooooo that deal is gonna backfire

Chapter 4:

Oooh shit about to go down

YAYYY THEIR REUNITED

Awwwwww he's flustered

Chapter 5:

Wait it's been a year?!?!?!?

"Stake your claim"?!?!? *gagging*

His father has upgraded to dickless asshole weirdo

"What, should I stick a flag in her?" Heh

Awwwwww he's protective

Chapter 6:

Iris paint his nails black

Awww they're talking about the good traditions

YES THEY'RE (his nails) BLACK AND ORANGE!!!!!!

he's thinking about snogging him. Cute

Ooooooo jealousy of their growing friendship damn

Oh my god fuck off and leave hex alone you horrible santa LET. HIM. SPEAK!

Oh my god him and iris are giving platonic besties right now

OH MY GOD WINGMAN IRIS I LOVE YOU

THERE RACING TOGETHER FUCK YESSSSSS

Chapter 7:

Awwww he's asking the reindeers name

EEEEEE THEIR LAUGHING TOGETHER

THEIR MAKING DISNEY JOKES OMG THE CUTEST

*GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET*

HE STOPPED TO HELP HIM

THEY ALMOST KISSED AGAIN

Chapter 8:

Their talking

OH MY FUCK HE KNOWS IT'S FAKE

OH MY GOOOODDDDDDDD

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH

NOW THEIR KISSING LIKE COMPLETELY SOBBER OH MY GOD

I'M PULLING AN ALL NIGHTER I REFUSE TO SLEEP TILL I FINISH THIS (it's 12:44am at this point in time)

AHHHHHHH

Oh my god they're gonna fuck at some point

YES STAND UP TO YOUR FATHER COAL YOU BEAUTIFUL MAN

Chapter 9:

I'm. Going. To. Deck. This. santa. INTO. NEXT. WEEK.

OH MY GOD THIS SANTA IS A CON MAN

HE'S STEALING SHIT OH MY FUCK!

OH MY GOD THE PLOT IS THICKENING REAL QUICK

THAT FUCKER IS THREATENING HALLOWEEN!!!!!

HE JUST DESTROYED HIS OWN SONS HOPE IN HIM WTAF

OH MY FUCK I SWEAR IF HE TRIES SPLITTING COAL AND HEX UP I'LL SOB GENUINE SOB. (Highlight foreshadowing to chapter 18)

I SWEAR IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO THESE TWO I WILL THROW MY KINDLE AND BURN IT

HEX!, COAL IS HAVING A PANICK ATTACK, GO HELP YOUR BOYFRIEND!!!!!!!!!

Chapter 10:

Brother bonding time

Sad brother bonding

HE MADE GOOD ON HIS THREAT WITH THE ELVES HAHAHAHAHA

OMG HEX IS GOING TO ICE SKATE WITH COAL. THE ROMANCE!!!!!!

"Visions of him biting my neck"... Kinky

HE'S WEARING A PUMPKIN TIE WITH SANTA HATS OMG I LOVE HIM

THEIR FLIRTING

oooo it getting spicy

*giggling kicking my feet*

JURASSIC PARK REFERENCE?!?!?!?

(I did end up going to bed it was 2 am and I was going to explode if I kept on going)

Chapter 11:

Aww this is adorable

their learning about each other

HE HAS A DEAD SISTER?

Oh my god this is so sweet I'm actually crying

Damn we're thinking kinky again

THEIR PRACTICALLY CUDDLING WHILE SKATING, OMG PLEASE TELL ME THIS RUINS THE ARRANGED MARRIAGE

NO FUCK OF SANTA LET THEM BE GAY

HE RUINED IT, HE'D STILL GET THAT FUCKING ALLIANCE IF HE JUST REALIZED IRIS AND KRIS ARE IN LOVE AND FUCK IT HE'D GET ONE WITH HALLOWEEN IF HE JUST LET HIS SON BE THE BISEXUAL BOY HE IS WITH HIS GOTH BOYFRIEND!!!!!!!!

Chapter 12:

YES GO TALK TO HIM

IGNORE WHAT YOUR FATHER SAID BE HAPPY GO GET YOUR BOYFRIEND

HE'S GOING TO HIS ROOM

THEIR GONNA SCREW

I'm sorry what?

Why you calling him daddy even jokingly, tf?

*giggles in confusion*

YES SOLVE THIS ENGAGEMENT MESS

FIX IT!!!!

Awwww wholesome romance moment... Their gonna start going at it in a minute

Oop their snogging

Ohhhhh they're really snogging

Ahhhhhh they're gonna gonna shag

Ahhhhhhhhhh he left

Chapter 13:

Awwwww he's bringing hex food

The little homosexual babies

I'm sorry a what?

Oh it's a sweet

Heh white boy moment

Oop we getting spicy again

Awwwww he gave him a ring

Back to spicy

Awwww back to sweet

Oh. My. FUCK

ohhhhhhh they're going at it

They're really going at it

Chapter 14:

"Nothing bad will happen" oooooohhhhhh that has to be foreshadowing (spoiler it was)

Real

FUCK OFF SANTA

HE JEALOUS RN

WE'RE NOT BRINGING UP WHAT HE CALLED HEX IN CHAPTER 12!!!!!!

their sexting

YES PLOT TO OVER THROW YOUR FATHER

REMINDER YOUR DATING HALLOWEEN BOY!!

Chapter 15:

AHHHH THEIR SO ADORABLE TOGETHER

FUCKING PORTALS? EXCUSE ME HEX?!?!?

How can they go form flirting with innuendos to sweet and adorable moments in 2 seconds

I'm sorry can we go back a few steps, rewind

WHY ARE THEY VOTING FOR WHO IRIS MARRIES WHAT. THE. FUCK!

THEIR TALKING SHIT ABOUT COAL NUH UH I WON'T STAND FOR IT

awwwwww hex made him a gingerbread man

AHHHH THEIR OPENING UP TO EACH OTHER

LITTLE BABIES OMG I LOVE THEM

THEIR KISSING IN PUBLIC OMFG SJDJFJRBF

Chapter 16:

Sexting again dinner edition

I want hex's corset vests like I need them at this point... Fuck it I want his wardrobe

THEY WHERE CUDDLING WHILE WATCHING A CHRISTMAS FILM A CHRISTMAS FILM HEX PICKED!!!!!!!

HEX IS SPENDING THE NIGHT IN COALS BED

THEY'RE FUCKING STRIPPING OMG

OMG THEIR HAVING SEX OMG COAL HAS HEX LITERALLY IN HIS MOUTH

OH MY GOD THEY'RE GOING FOR ROUND TWO

HEX GETTING BOLD WITH HIS REQUESTS

OH MY FUCK!!!!

.....

.....

Why is some of this smut the best I've read

....

OH MY GOD THEIR FULL ON FUCKING

OH MY GOD HE'S MADE HEX SPEAK SPANISH

This has stunned me to silence

it ends so sweetly aswelll oh my god their so fucking CUTE!

Chapter 17:

Fuck

No no no no no no no no no no NO!

HE FOUND THE LETTERS

WE'RE FUCKED

OMG NO

AHHHHHHHDHDBCJDJDNDJDDNDJDJDNJD

HE RAIDED HIS FUCKING ROOM?!?!?!?

WHAT THE FUCK

FUCKING PSYCHOPATH

SANTA YOU FUCKING COWARD

*insert small break where I watch the last 10 minutes of the lion the witch and the wardrobe while messaging my other insomniac friends*

KRIS IS STANDING UP TO HIS FATHER OH MY FUCK

HE JUST TOLD HIM TO SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!

YES KRIS DEFEND YOUR BROTHER!!!!!!

he's sending hex home...

YOU FUCKING COWARD NOT LETTING YOUR SON LOVE WHO HE LOVES AND EVEN PRETENDING TO GO AND HIT YOUR SON WHAT THE FUCK

Chapter 18:

So ehm I don't think 3 more chapters is enough to fix what happened here.... I'm currently crying :')

*had a chocolate break just as Remus Lupin says 'eat, you'll feel better"*

Chapter 19:

Right recover chocolate on standby Narnia at the ready for after math LET'S DO THIS!

(It's 1:44 am)

*proceeds to procrastinate for an hour out of fear* RIGHT WE'RE FINISHING THIS AND I'M GOING TO SLEEP IMMEDIATELY AFTER

...

HE'S DOING IT ANYWAY

YES STAND UP TO YOUR DICKHEAD OF A COWARDLY FATHER COAL

JUST GET YOUR BOYFRIEND BACK AND WE'RE FINE

He went to message hex... He deleted it before he sent it

I'm sad again

Chapter 20:

SANTA YOU FUCKING MOLE RAT

WREN I LOVE YOU

HE TRIED TO WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?

Chapter 21 & 22:

YES COAL CRASH YOUR OWN WEDDING

FUCK YOU YOU HORRIBLE SANTA

OMG KRIS YOU BEAUTIFUL MAN FIXING YOUR BROTHERS RELATIONSHIP

THEIR DANCING FUCKING FINALLY!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[cressthebest]

Art Heist, Baby! thoughts pt. 14

we’re nearing the end yall and i’m getting HELLA nervous. five chapters left. and reg is gonna die. i’m not ready

chapter 34:

1. the mulciber swap went perfect. still nervous though

2. the heist is almost over. and they’re all splitting up to go places. i don’t think i can handle this

3. god, it’s the lucius swap. i don’t think it’s gonna go well. i’m so worried

4. “Regulus cleared his throat. “I just want to say that it had been a privilege and an honour to conduct this heist with all of you. Each of you are brilliant individuals and I couldn’t have asked for a better team.”” sobbing so badly rn. horrifically sobbing. oh my god. the death must be this chapter. it feels all like a final goodbye, and it probably is for reg

5. reg wants to fix his relationship with sirius over a hundred cups of coffee. that sounds so nice

6. reg is looking forward to attending sirius and remus’ wedding! and he’s surprised that sirius wants him there. this. this all feels so foreboding

7. god. they’re face to face with tom riddle. this isn’t gonna end well. i can feel it

8. it was a set up. all reg gets to say is “james run” and then there’s bullets. i almost don’t want to read the rest of the chapter. i don’t even think i’m gonna cry. just quiet resignation. i will be fine. i fucking called it last post tho, saying it would be tom riddles fault.

9. oh gosh. reg is dying right there on the floor, blood pooling in his lungs and he’s telling james not to be scared

10. i was a fool. of course i’m sobbing. i sent my freind a two minute long voice recording while sobbing about how sad i was over the death. they can confirm, though i’m not asking them to

11. reg gives james his ring. oh fuck

12. dying by tom riddles’ hands. drowning in his own blood. of course he dies by drowning

13. on another note, i’m sure that james’ gun kink is very much gone

14. “It wasn’t the amount of blood that had accumulated all over the floor that convinced James that Regulus was dead.

Or the fact that Regulus had stopped the gurgling and wheezing noises several minutes ago as he drifted into cruel stillness.

It wasn’t Barty’s tear stained and blood splattered face. Or Evan’s desperate attempts to shake Regulus awake. It wasn’t even Peter’s sorrowful look upon checking for a pulse. Or his frantic attempts to do CPR anyway.

It was Sirius’ agonised wails as he pleaded and called out to a God he never believed in to spare his brother. To bring him back. “I just got him back,” Sirius screamed. “I just got him back. Please. Don’t do this. Please bring him back. I just got him back.””

this fucking fic i swear to god

15. everyone else is dead, thanks to evan and barty. for once, i agree with their unhinged. it was a slaughter of men on the other side, and i am glad. they are dead, and they don’t even deserve it. they deserve a life of torture for what they did. thank fucking god they’re dead tho. it makes me rest easy

they were supposed to get a house with green or red shutters and get married and travel the world and make tea and orange muffins and snog in art museums and visit their freinds and be happy and in love and never live a mundane life cause they’re rich and together. but NO. it has to all get ruined

im not okay, thank you for asking. i will never be okay, thank you for asking. i never want to be okay again, stop asking.

[kieranxvalentine]

Oni! OC x Fairy! Reader: His Tinkerbell.

Hiii! My first writing is an Oc! I was inspired by idea that I've had marinating for the longest-

I hope you enjoy it! I does have NSFW Content but i'm going to put it under the cut so if you don't want to read it you don't have to!

Please give me feedback and other ideas! I want to make friends in this community! <3

"Oi! Move the fuck outta my way!!"

Students quickly move out of the way as a large male moves past them in the hallway, pushing unsuspecting monsters out of the way.

Ikone Mode was a terrifying sight to behold.

He was a staggering 6’7 ft tall Oni male, he had bright red skin, scars aligning his arms from fights he’s been in.

His sunset orange/yellow eyes scanned the hallway as he exited it and entered the common area. He had a scar over his left eye that obscured his vision a bit and a split tongue that poked out to lick his lips.

He was fit, built like a greek god thanks to him always going to the gym with his dad. He usually dressed in an alternative clothing style, heavy chains, dark clothing, dark makeup, and lots of spikey accessories.

But today he was just wearing something casual (or at least casual to him), a black compression shirt with red lines, grey sweatpants and black boots.

He was the most sought after guy in the school, he was everyones dream guy. An Oni who was a bad boy, but got his work down, was the top of his class and rich?

Oh they wanted him badly! And who could blame them.

The way that Ikone carried himself around school was your stereotypical bad boy, he hung out with mostly demons, ogres, sirens and other more scarier and bigger monsters that attended this academy. His mother was the assistant dean of the school, so people knew he had power in the school. Most would throw themselves at him, hoping to get with him.

But this Oni had his eyes on someone already.

“Ah!~ There’s my baby~!”

He quickly crossed the common area to scoop up ‘his baby’ from the seat she was sitting in with her friends. All smaller, ‘weaker’ monsters like fairies, slimes, and elementals who looked at him with looks of annoyance and partial fear. He was the assistant dean’s son after all.

But he didn’t care, he twirled her around his arms before placing her down, allowing her to use her pretty fluorescent wings to flutter and reach his level so he could kiss her cheek.

Who was this special little fairy? Well her name was Y/n L/n.

Yep, You were his special little Tinkerbelle (a nickname given by his mother.)

The two of you were childhood friends turned boyfriend/girlfriend, your mothers were close friends having the same dynamic of a big scary Oni and a smaller Fairy.

Ikone was always seen around you, he was your protector, your bodyguard from other stronger monsters in the school. He didn’t allow him to talk ill about you, or question your relationship. So what, he was a powerful demon, you were a pretty powerful fairy! Your magic rivaled his and he saw you as perfect for him! 

He would either threaten to beat up students who dared uttered a bad word about you, or he would report them to his mother, who would have them swiftly kicked out of the school or sent to the scary Dean of the academy (More on him later!)

Ikone loves you through and through, he would do anything for you!

Ikone may portray himself as a bad boy, someone who was scary to all other monsters, but with you, he was like a giant puppy. Always following you around, carrying your bags for you, even if it’s just one. He was dedicated to you fully and only you!

He loves planning cute dates!

Taking you to nearby carnivals, having cute picnics under the stars, cooking for you at his home.

His parents adore you! His mother, Mara, gave you the nickname tinkerbell after seeing how pouty you used to get when you had to be separated from him when you were children. You would puff out your cheeks and go silent when you wanted him to stay. And his mother found it absolutely adorable. His father liked you alot, you were polite, kind and kept Ikone out of trouble. You were better than any of his other exes…he could see you marrying his son. 

Ikone loves matches with you, he thinks its cute! If you want to wear pastels, he was wearing pastels. You were feeling a little be gothic? He would come over to your place early to help with your makeup!

He’s clingy! Very clingy, he loves having hands on you, wearing his holding you in his arms, holding your hand, cuddling you in his arms.

If you are on the thicker side, he loves it! He loves holding and caressing your plush skin, rubbing your stomach and thighs as the two of you would watch movies at him home. 

And sometimes…it would end up doing more…intimate things…

☆NSFW CONTENT BELOW!!!☆

“F-fuck baby please…please can I fuck you already? I was a good today?...”

You should’ve known that coming over to his home, that it would end up like this. 

Ikone had your plush thighs pushed together, his boxers and your panties were discarded on the floor somewhere. He was a whimpering mess as he slides his cock between your thighs, rubbing against your cunt, his throbbing tip pushed teasingly against your clit.

You let out a breathless moan and nodded your head but he shook his.

“No..no..baby I need to hear you say it…”

“Say you want me to fuck you.”

Oh. Fuck. That pulled a moan from you and you couldn’t take anymore of this.

“Y-yes, fuck me Ikone..”

Ikone groaned as he spreads your thighs, aligning his cock with your pussy, his knees about buckled as his sensitive tip pushed past your folds. He lets out a broken sob as he pushes in slowly, taking his time to bottom out, his pelvis pressed against you.

He leans down to kiss you, thank yous left his lips as he started to move his hips, rocking them against yours as if you were going to disappear.

Ikone was a switch, who leaned more on the sub side, he could be dominant, but he would be seen as a power bottom or a service top. Whatever he did, he was in it for your pleasure.

He’s into hairpulling, dacryphilia, overstimulation, pet names, semi-public sex, oral fixation, and many other things that he’s too nervous to bring up to you.[*coughPeggingcough*]

He loves trying to stay quiet as you fucked in his room while you were over meeting the rest of his family, the way you place your hand over his mouth, placing two of your fingers in his mouth to silence him, only knowing that the action turned him on more.

He loves giving you oral, his favorite body part on himself was his tongue, and he loved using it on you. He loves watching you fall apart on his tongue. He would beg for you to ride his face, suffocate him with those thick thighs so he could get a taste.

If you praise him in anyway. Be prepared to be reliant on your wings to get around for the next couple of days…it turns him feral. He would strive to fuck you so good that you’re a babbling mess, praising him, calling him your good boy, that he was your prince and how good he was making you feel.

Also! Big big big size kink [i think you all saw this coming-]. Like said before, he is 6’7, he was huge! Even if you were on the taller side of fairies [In my au, fairies range between 4’11 to 5’11], you would still be dwarfed by him.

He loved seeing the bulge his cock made inside you as he thrusts into you.

He would bend you in ways you didn’t even know you could get. Take you against the wall, have you ride him until you could anymore and he would take over and thrust up into you. Anything that involved him using his strength and size, he would try his best to do it…with your consent of course~

©kieranxvaletine 2023 <3 Hope you all enjoyed! More OC's will be posted soon~! I might try to dabble in other works probs some ATSV stuff!~