#ouh god this is so cringe

[thechibilitwick]

u cant say this and dip.. what rough idea

i need to like... work on it a lot more but i just thought it'd be interesting to think about (even if it's kinda cliche)

(his is sorta supposed to be development for kazui in the episodic domestic story i have inside my mind... cuz i am delusional)

but basically in the au kazui n hinako are able to actually communicate better and it ends with them just getting a divorce. obv kazui has to then tell his parents about it, to which they are not thrilled. and because of that he decides to only sort of mention that the main reason they're splitting is bc he's gay in a very vague way that probably did not properly spell it out to them. then kazui moves n basically cuts off most contact with them... yeah..

flash forward like a year or two later he gets a call from his parents for whatever reason that incentivizes him to visit them after so long, and at this point he and shidou are relatively far into their relationship so kazui is like "ehmmmm hey what if you came with me" bc if he's gonna meet them he might as well just tell them about their relationship as some form of closure or to determine if they'd actually be disappointed in him for his sexuality

then the rest i only have a very general idea, but to put it simply it goes as well as one would expect from coming out to very likely traditional/conservative old ass parents... i think for most of the time kazui is just being passive n cowering while being too anxious to speak his mind, until his father (cuz i assume he has it worse with his dad. the guy who he is supposed to follow the footsteps of) drags shidou into the mix and kazui snaps like y'know what??? fuck you actually i don't wanna deal with this shit i'm gonna go storm out and cry in my room like a rebellious moody teenager. then shidou goes over to comfort him ueghhh idk i need to like flesh it out better lole

[mamanbou]

the thing of it is if we all just individually liked or disliked taylor swift, it would be normal, but as it stands there are people who are obsessively reverent (and defensive) over everything about her and those people are insane and insufferable and wrong. and there are people who hate her vehemently and refuse to entertain the idea of any value (or even acknowledge talent) in anything she makes and those people are generally not insane but they're also kind of insufferable and observably wrong. everybody needs to stop talking about this woman online until we can figure out whats going on

[smoothbrainstuff]

you said youd do ocs for the askgame... [hands you chimes. Or sparks if you want idrc]

OKAY LETS GO..

Chimes -

How I feel about this character: He's just a silly guy your honor. I really think he's such a sweetheart and I love that he came from a place of such.. love!! You can really see how the treatment from his admin shaped him into a really kind person and I think that's awesome. And then he goes through the horrors WOMP WOMP buddy your gf is dead and your sister is meannn. Also he's got a peak design beautiful use of colors

Ship romantically. Ig. Cringe: Chimes and Ochre are cute and tragic no critique from me

Non-romantic pairing: Sparks and him (especially in the off-string) AU are FUCKED UP MANN!!! SICK AND TWISTED. All of them need seperate and also family therapy for realsies

Unpopular opinion: Is it possible to have an unpopular opinion about someone's OC?? Err I dunno maybe he should explode or something /j

One thing I wished happened: I don't think I fully know the story of Bending Horizons well enough to fully comment but I hope Ochre knew that he loved flor a lot

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Sparks -

How I feel about this character: Oh. Ouh no. Ooouygghh noooooooo

Ohhh it's so messed up she was a "gifted kid" and then taken advantage of time and time again by Ancient and iterator peers alike and she was so full of life at one point and then everything was stripped away slowly one after another. Good lord. Oouurghh God.

Romantic ship cringe: WHICHEVER THAT PURPLE ITERATOR YOU SHOWED ME WAS. ANYBODY BUT DUNE KEEP THAT THANG AWAY FROM HER!!!! /j

Non-romantic pairing: Plunging Flow of Ash and Sparks interest me a lot but in the worst way possible and I want Ash to blow up forever

Unpopular opinion: Hey Sparks maybe killing people isn't a normal reaction to- (/j)

One thing I wished happened: Same thing I said for Chimes kinda. I know she recovers off-string but I hope at some point in the main story her mind is put at a bit of ease

[appleteez]

Daydream 8

Pairing: Wooyoung x reader

Genre: Fluff, smut

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: oral sex, sex. 

Taglist: @marigold-mika​, @bananabread-nana​, @imnameimss​, @reeateez, @sunwooyoung, @theclawofaraven (Let me know if you want to be added :])

<- Part7

I feel him move a bit and sigh on my laps. I look down from the TV and see him scrunch his nose lightly as he starts to wake himself up. I smile at his cute expression and run my hand through his hair lightly. His eyes open slowly. He looks around for a bit, looking slightly lost.

“How long did I sleep for?”

“Mhh..” I look down at phone. “A good three hours.”

“Three hours?” He raises himself slightly then looks down at my legs that he had been using as a pillow. “Jeez.. are you legs ok?”

“Don’t worry.” I laugh at his worry and he just smile at me. “You let your professors know that you were not gonna be in class for the next week or so?” I ask as turn the TV off.

“I think I did? Wait let me check my emails.” He pulls out his phone and while he checks whether or not he let his professors know, I catch myself staring at him. The slight marks on his face showing that he had slept well. The sleepy look in his eyes, his groggy voice, his hands handling his phone. He was right in front of me and he was so real. I check my head weirded out by my sudden thoughts. “You ok?” He asks without looking up from his phone. He finishes a few things then looks up at me with a small smile.

“Nothing.. I guess.. I’m just really happy to hang out with you again. I missed you.. maybe more than I thought.” I laugh slightly embarrassed by my sudden declaration which makes him smile wide.

“Wow!! You didn’t miss me??” He acts shocked.

“Nooo!! Oh my god, I did!! I missed you a lot, but turns out I missed you even more than I originally thought.”

“You’re weird~” He coos before taking me in his arms. He makes me snuggle in his arms making me laugh lightly at the giddy feeling. “Y/N..”

“Wooyoung..”

“I have a secret to tell you..” He whispers in my ears. I look up to him then get closer.

“Tell me..” I whisper back.

“I love you.” I snicker at his dorky behavior and smile directly forms on his lips.

“I love you too.” I whisper back once again and his smile gets bigger. He tries to contain his smile while looking around for a bit before leaning in again.

“You’re my favorite girl.” I can’t help but to laugh even more at his declarations. I wanted to cringe but no one was watching.

“And you’re my favorite boy~”

“Good.”

“Good.” He takes a deep breath and his hand resting in my lower back starts to draw small circles on the fabric of my sweater. He presses his palm flat to rub my back lovingly making the smile on my lips hard to ignore.

“Sometimes.. I regret not to have asked you out earlier.” He sighs lightly with a faint tone of sadness in his voice. I raise my head from his shoulder right away to look at him. He gives me an awkward smile and I can only give him a confused look.

“Why regret?”

“We could have been together longer.”

“Well.. we don’t know that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, ok.. let’s say you had asked me out.. when did you first start liking me?”

“Ouh.. maybe like middle school?”

“Oh.. I thought it was more around high school.”

“Yeah no, earlier than that.”

“Then.. I don’t know.”

“What were you gonna say?”

“I mean, if we had stay together for that long, breaking up when I moved away would have probably been.. you know.. harder. I think I would have stayed with you for long distance.”

“But not if I had asked you out in high school?”

“Slightly different. We would have less roots as a couple. Plus when I moved and transferred college, I had no plan to come back here at first. I could have gotten a job somewhere else, I just got lucky I guess. I didn’t know all of that when I was 19.” “Maybe you’re right..” He says sounding sad.

“Then, let’s say we had dated, then broke up because I moved away. We met other people, then coming back and seeing each other knowing we had been with other people.. I feel like it would have been more painful. Right now we’re starting something completely new together. No?”

“Yeah.. I think I would have been mad to know you had gotten intimate with someone else..” He furrows his eyebrows then gives me a look.

“What is it?”

“You had sex with him?”

“I mean.. Yeah.”

“Ugh..”

“What?? You had sex with Eunbin!!”

“Her name is Eunji.” He laughs lightly at my stubbornness to know her name.

“Whatever, you did!”

“I did..” We both look at each other for second then looks of disgust form on our faces.

“We could do so much better.”

“I could do you.” He says nonchalantly and I almost hit him.

“Jung Wooyoung.. If it wasn’t for your concussion.” I whisper to him, clenching my teeth. He snickers at my reaction.

“Well..” His hand on my lower back slightly starts to push my sweater away so he can run his hand along my warm skin. He rubs my lower back slowly as he pulls me closer to him. “My one time with you was way better than what I did with Eunji for sure.” I purse my lips together and feel my cheeks warm up.

“You stink, let’s get you in bath.”

“What?! I don’t! Wait.. Was you ex better than me?” He tries to catch me before I stand up. I roll my eyes.

“Well..”

“Y/N… seriously?”

“Of course not.” I explode into a laughter. “He might look big due to working out, but believe me he’s trying to compensate for something.” He looks at me shock before erupting in laughter with me. “He never made me come.. I had to fake a few times.” I cringe at the memory.

“Did you come when we..”

“I did.”

“No faking.” The memory of the feeling I felt that night comes back making my cheeks heat up right away.

“Definitely not.” I smile at him faintly and he raises an eyebrow.

“Wow.”

“What?”

“Your tone changed right away. Did you remember something good?” He stands up to take me in his arms.

“Mhh, not specifically.”

“You’re sure? The moment I mentioned you coming because of me you froze for a bit then..” His hands start to hike under my sweater and onto my skin. He gets a hold of my waist and brings me against him completely. “Your cheeks became red and your voice changed a bit. Was it that good Y/N?”

“It was an orgasm.” I almost stutter.

“On a scale of 1 to 10.”

“I’m not rating the orgasm you gave me Wooyoung.”

“Oh come on~” He says playfully against my ear in his teasing voice.

“Even if I wanted to, I can’t really remember.” I say without thinking. Knowing Wooyoung, I should have known he would say that.

“You don’t remember?”

“Mhm.” I shake my head trying to step away from him, but he holds me firm against him. He drops a small kiss near my ear and on my neck. “Woo—young.. Stop, wa—“

“Then let me show you again?” He says in a lower voice making my insides turn on themselves.

I could already feel my panties getting wet. This is insane, the effect he had on me. The effect he always had on me. The first time I realized that was that night in the parking lot. When he threw me in the passenger sit, his hips between my legs rubbing against mine as he was bothering. I had come home to a wet underwear and this was not the last time.

“Wooyoung, you have to rest. You have a concussion.”

“I’ll just do it slowly then?” He says as his hands start to go down onto my butt to slightly squeeze it. I almost moan at what his hands were doing to me already.

“No, no we can’t. You’re still with Eunji.”

“You don’t even like her.” I can hear him pout against my ear as he starts to drop more kisses against my neck making me rub my legs together slightly. “I’m gonna break up with her anyway, come on Y/N. Let me make you come again. I’ll take my time ok? So no worries for my concussion.” His words make my head spin.

He never talked to me that way before. Just the thought of him taking his time and fucking me slowly actually drove me insane. I could feel my silk drip onto my panties and before I knew it a small whine makes it out of my pink lips. I feel him smile against my skin, he knew he had me now. He guides me by the waist so I can sit on the couch. He kneels on the floor and as he spread my legs a huge blush washes over my cheeks.

“So.. What do you want to do Y/N? I could eat you out first, then I’ll finish you slowly.” I swallow thickly at his words, my lips slightly quivering. “Or.. I can eat you out until you come, then do you slowly and you can compare which one is better?” He gives me that teasing look that makes me want to hit him. His smug smile as he licks his lips slowly.

“I—I hate you..” He looks at me surprised but ends up laughing.

“I didn’t know I could get you this flustered Y/N. You’re so cute, I want to see more now.” He laughs lightly. “So I think..” His hands start to bring my pants down my legs to leave place at my drenched panties. “I think I’m gonna start by eating you out slowly and make you a mess.” He spreads my legs and places them on his shoulders.

He raises an eyebrow at the view, he looked happy with himself. He presses two fingers against the soaked fabric and it makes a lewd wet noise. I clench my teeth as he starts to rub those two fingers against my core. I could already feel myself getting weak, too weak. The tip of my toes start to tingle, my knees feel shaky and my head starts to buzz lightly. I feel his fingers hook themselves onto the hem of my white panties and he pulls them down slowly, a string of my silk still attached to the fabric.

“You’re so wet already Y/N. I didn’t know it was gonna be that easy to get you worked up after the way you rode me the other night.”

“Ah~” I moan out shamelessly when he inserts a finger while he starts to kiss my inner thighs after throwing my panties to the side. “Wooyoung, wait.. stop you can’t. Your head, you have to—“

“It’s fine, it’s fine~ Just as long as you let me do everything ok?” He licks his lips before leaning down fully and..

“Ah! Wooyoung~” I arch my back and throw my head back as his lips warp themselves around my burning bud.

His fingers still pumping in and out of me as his tongue start to swirl around my sensitive spot. The slurping sounds make my head spin in the best way possible and if he continues, I feel like I could drool at the feeling. I curse and moan out his name, which only makes his ego grown bigger. He groans out of pleasure against me every time his name resonates in the room.

“Fuckk..” He curses as he leans back, his lips shiny with my juices. “I love it when you say my name like that.” He chuckles making my face heat up more if that was even possible. “Come here.” He makes me stand up then turn around so I can lay on the coffee table.

He takes his shirt off, then pants, leaving him in his boxers and a painful looking boner behind it. He then makes me take my sweater, t-shirt and bra off. He smiles at the view as he kneels in front of once again. His eyes going up and down, obviously devouring every single detail and curves I could give him. He licks his lips lightly and I realize that his hand is against his length lightly squeezing it.

“You look so good like that.. fuck..” Every time a curse leaves his lips, I feel myself clench around nothing.

I whine at the view he was giving me too. His broad shoulders, his chest heaving already, his neck, his arms and veiny hands that take a hold of my thighs to bring me closer to him. He brings his boxers low enough to take his length out. This time I get a really good look at him compared to the other night. I had never been a fan of giving blow jobs but weirdly enough, he made me salivate. I lick my lips at he takes the base of his length to position himself. I swallow in anticipation.

“You ready?” He asks me, looking up to see any type of serious doubt on my face.

I end up nodding yes as I feel his tip run against my folds. Before I can control it, my hips buck against him the more his tip goes up and down my heat. He smiles and gets a hold of my waist with his free hand to keep me in place. He slowly starts to push himself inside of me. I clench my teeth and arch my back as he slowly bottoms out.

“Fuuuck.. You’re so tight..” He says behind clenched teeth. “You feel so good..” He stays in place for a bit.

“Wooyoung..”

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

“WOOYOUNG?? Y/N?? ARE YOU GUYS HOME?” I raise my head towards my main door, it was Eunji.

But when I’m about to turn to Wooyoung to push him off, he takes a firmer hold on my hips and starts to slowly thrust in and out of me. I let myself fall back at the feeling and give him a look. He just smiles at me as he lets his hips meet mine making my head spin deliciously. He leans into my neck.

“Just stay silent, she’ll go away..” He says between grunts and moans. I clench around him at his sounds. His moans sounding so pretty against my ear. Just like he said, his hips move slowly against mine, making it easier to feel him completely.

“IS ANYONE HOME??” She yells out again after knocking loudly.

“Fuckk..” I curse lightly as his hips don’t stop one second.

“Like that? Feels good?”

“Yeah..” I whine out at his question when I hear Eunji curse lightly before I hear her steps walk away.

“Do you think she’s gone?” He asks in a whisper, still his pretty moans mixed in with his breathy voice.

“Yess..” I end up moaning my answer.

“Good.” His hands squeeze my sides harder and he directly starts to thrust faster into me.

I arch my back directly and almost yell out his name. My mind goes absolutely blank and the sound of his hips meeting mine fill my head with his moans. All of those sounds made me go crazy. I feel my lower stomach turn, my clit buzzing at the feeling of nearing my orgasm.

“Woo—Wooyoung too.. Too fast!” I whine out worried about his head but he just drops his head in my neck without changing his pace.

“Shh..” He struggles to say anything and I can feel his thrust becoming clumsy. His ragged breathing right by my ear mixed in with his grunts and curses. “Fuuuck, Y/N..” One last thrust hitting that one spot and I am seeing stars.

At the very same moment I can feel him fill me up completely as moans shamelessly come out of his mouth mixed in with grunts. My head feels blank and my chest feels lightly. I try to catch my breath but Wooyoung resting on top of me makes it hard. His sweaty chest heaving on top of mine made my head spin even more. We slowly come down from our highs and he pulls out of me. He slowly stands back up on his knees, his eyes lazily looking at me up and down.

“Let’s go take a shower..” He says with a small amused smile on his lips.

“Wait..” I say still trying to catch my thoughts and breath.

“How much?”

“What?”

“From 1 to 10?”

“Fuck Wooyoung.” We both start laughing, and I slowly sit up. He leans in closer, wrapping his arms around my waist. I give him a nasty look right away and he looks confused.

“What? Was it bad?”

“You said slowly.”

“Ah.. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself, you felt too good.”

“You weren’t even sure if Eunji was gone.”

“Well..”

“You can’t risk something like that Wooyoung.. Our families are friends, just imagine if the word got out.” We both look at each other, just realizing how messy this could actually get.

“But.. You felt too good.”

“You really have to heal quickly Wooyoung.”

“Mhh? Suddenly, why?” He looks at me confused.

“So I can finally give you a proper one..” I hiss between my clenched teeth making him laugh.

“Ah.. I feel tired now..” He takes me in his arms and onto the couch.

“It’s because you’re not suppose to do that kind of stuff with a concussion Wooyoung!!”I try to whisper yell.

“Mhh..”

“Don’t fall asleep now, you have to take a shower.”

“Ok, let’s take one together then~”

[jossambird]

This Soul of Mine Pt 2

Main Incubus Otto x Reader (Incubus Axel and Oscar x Reader in later parts!)

18+ (also in later parts)

(Mentions of Rape but only passing, as Incubus are Male Demons who feed off sex, most of them are NOT kind Swedes.)

PART 3

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You ran your hands over your hair once more, trying to hide a yawn as you listened to Father James’ sermon.

Fuck was this boring. Of course you had to be shipped to this honky tonk town, and attend mass with your beloved aunt. There was nothing wrong with your aunt of course, you loved her to death, but you would have preferred not to be involved in any of this-

“Oh, what a beautiful passage, don’t you find Y/N?” Your aunt whispered to you, smiling a tired old smile. You loved her.

“Yes, it was very beautiful.” You acquiesced, accepting the hand she put on your knee.

It was only when your aunt stood to go greet Father James did you notice the woman sitting beside you, jumping out of your skin.

Her eyes wrinkled, sharp blue eyes surrounded by black Kohl watching you as she pushed her white hair back.

“Am I that ugly, child? I thought I looked half decent today when I stepped out.” She laughed, elegantly hiding her teeth as she laughed. You had never seen her in your life, eyes taking in as much detail as you could.

“Oh god no, Im so sorry ma’am, you surprised me is all. You look great today.” You said, hoping she wouldn’t mention any of this to your aunt, or possibly even to Father James.

Her gaze was steady and unblinking. It was terrifying, if you could honestly say so. She looked like she was reading your thoughts, or more like, not being able to with how badly she frowned.

“My, I must say, I dont recall ever meeting you here, Miss..?”

“Y/N!” You supplied, shaking the hand she offered-

Her grip on your hand turned harsh, visibly not the strength of a old lady like her-

“My, nothing? Oh what fun. Tell me child, have you met any... beings, as of late, that haven’t gotten out of your head?” She asked quietly, releasing your hand from her crushing grip, patting her dress as if she needed it.

Her words were smooth, but they cut you deep, as if she could-

“Read minds? Yes, you’ve mentioned that already, but that seems to be all.” She whispered, huffing loudly as if she was angry, sitting too close all of a sudden. You had to escape, you had to get out-

“Dear, I think you should sit down and breath. I am not going to harm you, I am only here to... guide you, we shall say.” The old woman continued, smiling as you did as told and sat back beside her, listening as Father James started his sermon again. Your aunt sat at the front, the traitor, unaware of what was happening.

“You smell like him, you know. He imprinted on you, by accident mind you, but still, it is quite dangerous for your kind.” She was smiling so widely that you were sure now that she wasn’t human, eyes brightening a bit more.

“W-what do you mean?” You tried, voice too weak to summon anything other than the whisper that escaped you. It didn’t matter though it seemed, she had heard you perfectly well, brushing back her white curls, pretending to listen to the sermon, nodding.

“Oh darling, the man you met the other night. Tall, equally white hair, most likely drop dead gorgeous?” She suddenly looked 50 years younger as she turned to look at you, red lipstick clashing with her paling white skin.

“He touched you, didn’t he?” It came out from between her lips sounding cold, but her wide fluorescent blue eyes said different, curiosity shining brightly in them. Nothing felt right. You felt like you couldn’t breath, feeling as if nothing of this was real-

“I touched him. I bumped into him and he picked me up.” You shot back, surprising her as you tried to regain a semblance of power, remembering the dazed man’s surprised and kind eyes.

“What an interesting turn of events! I must say, I am impressed. Not only have you made his brothers and the Incubi world turn upside down, your also partly invulnerable to Succubi powers.” She seriously noted, scooting closer as if she could see the answer in your eyes. Something brushed against your ankle, but you ignored it, captivated by her gaze.

Nothing of what she was saying made sense, Incubi? Succubi? Childrens tales, nothing more than a silly tale told by the church to children... right? No, it was surely the Host wafer that your aunt had given you that was rotten and poisoned you. Yeah, that was surely it.

God, if only-

“Honestly, a rotten Host wafer.” She huffed as she turned her gaze away, rolling her eyes.

“Look darling, Incubi are exactly like mortal men; stupid, handsome, and driven by sex.” She looked mentally exhausted all of a sudden, rubbing at her temples, revealing a scar on her forehead in the shape of a round. The elder woman rose gracefully, her eyes back to the now dull blue they had been at the start, combing over your form one last time.

“If you truly wish to summon him, do so through your desire for him, either for protection or for... assistance, in personal matters.. He will most likely find his way to you within the following hour. You will need him just as much as he needs you.” She finished, turning as if to leave, lingering as you watched her.

“What is that saying again? ‘Speak now or forever hold your peace’? Spit it out.”

“I- ma’am, I appreciate all of this advice.. but if I may ask... who are you?” You asked, knowing deep down what the answer was. You had felt it, felt it between your ribs, in your beating heart. Her fluorescent blue eyes and never-ending knowledge of your inner thoughts were far from normal, and so was the cigarette she magicked before your eyes, watching you as if she had just struck gold.

“I am.. The Handler. I am the Succubus Ruler of all Incubi and Succubi.” She walked away from you then, looking confidently forward as she exited the church, lighting the cigarette between the final pews.

-

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Finally elated to be done with Father James’ sermon, you stepped out of the Church to await your aunt-

“Y/N L/N?” Came the voice of a man, smooth, young but deep, accent reminding you of-

You turned hurriedly in excitement, heart racing until your eyes met with a platinum blond haired man, resembling the man who had occupied your mind ever since. Mild disappointment floored you until the old woman’s words came to mind:

He had imprinted on you, it was dangerous for humans, this was most likely another being of his kind.

“Ouh, that hurts cutie, I can smell the disappointment from here! I simply wanted to come meet my brother’s- Hey!” Said the man, grinning like a cat until you turned and sprinted with all of your might away, away, away.

-

Otto found himself looking down at the box of homemade cookies, cringing at the Church’s name. It shouldn’t be anywhere near your name, defiling such a beautiful name like yours was a crime.

He felt petty, reaching out and dragging a long sharp nail against the sticker, careful to not cross out your own name by accident-

“Your acting ridiculous Otto.” Came Axel’s teasing voice, surprised as he watched Otto jump out of his skin for what seemed to be the 70th time this week. What was going on?

“Are you.. okay, brother? You dont seem to be well.” Axel asked after a beat, knowing he had to confront him about it. For the first time in all of their lives, Otto seemed unfocused, out of it, mind drifting and constantly asking them to repeat themselves. They didn’t mind it much, but something was wrong. It had to be-

“Im sorry Axel. I...I keep feeling this... tug, of sorts.” Otto quietly muttered as he stared down once again at the sticker, entranced. It unnerved Axel for a moment before realizing this was serious, this was important. He walked over to his brother slowly, tail swishing out of anxiousness, feeling entirely out of his depths.

“Otto?” Axel asked softly as his clawed fingers met his brothers skin, receiving no answer for a long moment.

“Go see her, maybe after you do, youll stop feeling it. Maybe shes calling for you.” Axel said after a beat, deciding to comfort him brother instead of further pushing him into despair. Even if nothing would amount from an Incubus pining for a mortal. He smirked as he watched Otto turn to him, disbelief written all over his face.

“You dont understand brother-“ Otto tried before Axel waved his hand, not wanting to listen to the ‘why’.

“No, you’re right, I really dont, but if you really think you are her soulmate, shouldn’t you be going to see her?” Axel asked his brother, smelling his despair turn into agitated excitement. He smirked, watching and listening as Otto ran out of the house.

No matter how Oscar or he felt, and no matter what happened, Axel came to a conclusion as the distinct lingering scent of Otto’s desperate yearning met his nose:

He would support his brother in his ridiculous endeavour to win your favour, no matter what.

Where was Oscar anyways?