#puffing up as an equivalent to blushing

[quartergremlin]

i very briefly thought about giving leo the dress, but this was better

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transcript:

Leo: Like the dress?

Yuichi: mhm. it's nice. Comfortable too. Zip me?

L: Yeah, sure.

Y: I'm kind of surprised you didn't want to wear it.

L: Naw. I've always liked the "open dress shirt" look. Plus... there's other benefits.

Y: oh yeah? Like what.

L: This.

[fairyofshampgyu]

Super shy !

genre: smut, baker au, college au, crack

Pairing: shy loser virgin bakery worker ! soobin x college customer ! reader

Warnings: sub soobin, dom reader, clubbing, alcohol, loss of virginity, riding, hand job, titty groping (can’t be a Soobin smut without him being obsessed with boobies be fr), premature ejaculation,

word count: 2.9k

As soon as you stepped into the newly established campus bakery, walking up to the counter and observing all the pastries, contemplating for a rather long time before you end up deciding on what you’d usually order anyway, Soobin couldn’t help feeling like his world got totally turned upside down. The sight of you rendering him completely speechless and unable to even think.

Time seemingly going by so slow like in the kdramas as your shiny hair majestically blows in the non existent wind inside, smile brightening up the entire bakery. He could practically see the roses blooming around your face like in the mangas. Was this love at first sight?!

Realistically, no.

But were you incredibly attractive to him and a breath of fresh air to the moody, stressed out college students that purchase a single coffee and stay for hours completing assignments with their backs concerningly hunched over? Hell yes.

And unfortunately for Soobin, he does not do well with pretty people. At all. Not realising you had even ordered, too in awe and preoccupied with taking in all your features until he’s snapped back to reality with the clearing of your throat and he can already feel his cheeks burning up horribly fast. Oh god. He really, really hopes it’s not evident right now.

“S-sorry…What did you say?” He begins apologising profusely to you, too embarrassed to even look you in the eyes, staring off more to the side. This was definitely not his best customer service.

With a chuckle, you brush it off and state your order again, “I said could I have the strawberry swirl cheesecake please?” If Soobin could look at himself in third person, he would so be face palming right now. Or better yet, maybe he could just go up and like, punch himself straight up or something for acting like such a loser.

“Ah right... That’s ₩7500. Cash or card?”

You pay with cash and Soobin, very nervously, fumbles around to garner the right amount of change to hand you, though doing it in the most awkward way possible and his palm makes direct contact with yours as he hands the money, making him blush even more and let out a small obvious gasp at the feeling of your soft hand. Oh my god. Why did he do that?! He really hopes you didn’t find that weird.

You only let out another chuckle, thanking him before you’re leaving the bakery in an elegant manner and Soobin is left to sigh and watch your back disappear. Damn it. He’ll probably never see you again. You were so pretty and so cute, too cute even-

“You’re such a virgin.”

His thoughts about you are abruptly dissipated by his coworker and unfortunately best friend, Choi Beomgyu who gives him the stupidest, most annoying grin he would definitely like to slap off his face right now.

“Just shut up.” Soobin grimaces and rolls his eyes at beomgyu, bringing a batch of freshly baked cookies out of the oven behind him and placing them into the display glass one by one.

"You’re pinker than the strawberry macarons we sell. That's saying something." Beomgyu raises an eyebrow at him with sass.

So does that mean you could see how flustered he was getting then? Oh no! Soobin clears his throat and narrows his eyes at beomgyu anyway. “Am not.”

“Are too! Anyway, all I’m saying is that interaction was painful to watch. You’re really giving pathetic, loser, virgin right now. I cant lie.” Beomgyu attempts to stifle in one of his obnoxious laughs.

Soobin is quick to snap back, "You've only ever slept with one person!"

"S-so!! At least im not a virgin!" Beomgyu’s cheeks also become the equivalent to the strawberry macarons as he scrambles to try and defend himself, brows furrowed and cheeks puffed.

“Well, the concept of a virgin is purely societal anyway. It doesn’t actually matter. It doesn’t mean anything really.” Soobin bitterly replies, continuing to work whilst his counterpart does completely nothing like most of the time. It's usually soobin that does work, remind him not to agree to beomyu's silly ideas of getting a job together ever again.

Beomgyu scoffs and snickers at this, "Whatever. You’re just saying all that to make yourself feel better because you’re a loser. LMAO"

"I’ll punch you right now."

"Then we'll both be fired~”

A poor customer still awaits at the counter to be served, standing in bewilderment and tiredness. Waiting for the two bakers to finish bickering and sighing as they don’t seem like they’re going to stop anytime soon.

Soobin doesn’t expect to see you again, in complete honesty, he’s almost forgotten you even exist after you never come again. But he’s in luck and more than pleasantly surprised when he hears the bell to the door go ding!, indicating a customer had walked in. He looks up from the cake he was decorating and in comes you looking cuter than the first time he saw you. He tries not to mess up the cake and he stands up straight almost instantly when he sees you, waiting for you to order and trying to remain calm.

You laugh and point at his cute nose when you come up to the counter. “You have like, icing all on your nose.”

“O-oh. I do?” He points at himself and you nod in reply. He feels himself going redder by the minute. He must look so stupid right now! And he urgently brings his sleeve up and tries to wipe the icing off his nose to not make himself look an even more of a complete fool in front of you .

“Ah wait no. Let me do it!” You lean over the counter as you see him struggling and wipe it off the top of his cute bunny like nose instead for him.

And that was the end of soobin. The end.

-

You become a regular at the bakery and soobin becomes a regular of embarrassing the absolute shit out of himself each time he sees you. He really doesn’t think he can top the previous comedic disaster that occurs when you enter, yet he always proves himself wrong, the awkwardness reaching new heights each time. From dropping trays of pastries, spilling drinks, nearly slipping in front of you, giving you a ₩50000 note when it was only ₩5000 change, the list goes on and on. He’s actually surprised he hasn’t lost his job yet.

And there’s also always a disappointed beomgyu shaking his head afterwards ready to make fun of him when Soobin promises to make a move but freezes every time you’re in sight, too much of a pussy.

“I’m calling an intervention.” Beomgyu declares and sighs after the nth time of soobin making absolutely no moves on you whatsoever, “Soobin, my man, my bro, you desperately need to get banged. It’s painful seeing the way you act. Your little crush is not gonna like you with the way you act. That’s it. We’re going clubbing tonight after this shift. No buts.”

“But-”

“I said no buts!”

“You know I hate clubbing.”

“You’ve never even been with me despite my constant pleads.” Beomgyu shakes his head and makes a dramatic pained face at his way.

“So? I know I’ll hate it.”

“You’re such a hater bro.”

“Yes I am. And I take pride in it. I’m a hater of everything.”

Beomgyu just sighs. He was utterly hopeless.

Unfortunately, there was no way Soobin could get out of this because beomgyu was having absolutely none of his protests and excuses and that’s how he ends up finding himself at the club anyway after his shift, sitting off to the side as he watches beomgyu disappear somewhere into the crowd. Soobin sighs as he downs his jack and coke. This was going to be a long fucking night.

-

In the dimly lit club, soobin’s discomfort was palpable, like a fish out of water and you noticed instantly upon arrival. It’s that cute tall baker boy who always serves you! You excitedly make your way and sit next to him, he looked a little lonely. “Hey! You work at that bakery on campus. I go there!”

Soobin’s eyes nearly fall out of his sockets at the sight of you sitting next to him and he nearly chokes on his drink as he splutters on his straw and nods. Act calm, act calm, act calm, act calm. Act cool and mysterious.

It’s you! You’re speaking to him?!

“So…these things not really your scene, huh?”

“Gee. How did you ever notice?” Soobin attempts to smile and joke with dry humour but it executes a little more awkward and nervous than how he would have liked.

You also try to carry on the conversation since this is the first time you’ve got to ever actually talk to the cute boy before. “I’m very intuitive. I can just sense things like that.”

He laughs at that too, feeling a bit more comfortable around you now. “No but yeah, I’d much rather be at home right now sleeping. Can’t say I’m much of an advocate for getting stupidly drunk with sweaty people you don’t even know with terrible rave music and flashing lights that should have an epilepsy warning”

“I get it.” You chuckle at how passionate he gets talking about how much he hates clubbing, frown on his cute face. “So why are you here then?”

“Friend wanted me to. Said I needed to finally get laid or whatever.” Soobin rolls his eyes and sips on his drink again, motioning his head to the direction of beomgyu on the dance floor, clearly drunk off his ass now.

“Oh, you’re a Virgin?”

Soobin’s ears go red when he realises what he said to you. “O-oh um y-yeah I guess…”

“Are you waiting for like marriage or the right person or something?” You question, genuinely surprised. He was tall and very attractive and it was rare for college boys to not hook up every single night these days.

“God no. Just never happened. I don’t really care for things like that. It’s probably overhyped anyway and doesn’t even feel that good. Like porn is highly unrealistic anyway.”

“You think so?” You chuckle at him and he nods, continuing to cutely sip on his drink with his straw. “Well maybe you should to try it out first and see for yourself.” Your words start to become a little flirty as you grow more confident talking with him and also because of the alcohol making you slightly tipsy now. “Sorry, but do you want to get out of here?”

“Yes please.” Soobin’s eyes widen even more at your suggestion and he’s more than happy to get out of here with you especially.

“Umm your friend is a bit….out of it right now.” You watch beomgyu drunk from afar, whipping his long hair back and forth claiming to everyone around he’ll be able to do it fast enough to lift off his feet and fly like a helicopter.

“He’ll be…he’ll be fine I’m sure”

Soobin has no idea what good stuff he must have done in his past life to get to this moment right now, in your room, making out with you, in your bed. Did he mention making out? With you?! The customer he’s been crushing on for months?! Holy, he might hyperventilate right now. It all feels like a dream. Is this real right now?

You cup his cheek and move into his lap, continuing to move your lips against his and soobin’s ears and face are all flushed, breathing loud of enough for you to hear and he looks all nervous and a little shaky.

You stop kissing him but he chases after your lips still and you stroke his cheek, “Are you okay Soobin?”

He’s only able to nod, lips parted and eyes all glazed over. He’s so out of it just from making out with you it’s crazy. But so cute too.

“C-can you…can we…just want…”

“What do you want, baby?” You chuckle and stroke his cheek as he manages to utter some words. The petname only makes his head go even more haywire.

“W-want you…”

“What do you want me to do?” You giggle and coo at him.

He shyly shows you the boner he’s had this entire time. You can’t believe he got a boner just from some kissing. “Can you-will you touch me…please? Need it…” He pleads at you nervously, so red in the face.

“Are you sure?”

He nods his head exceptionally fast and you begin to unbuckle his jeans as he watches you take his flushed and hard dick out, breathing only becoming heavier. Damn, you didn’t think he’d be that big.

You take him into your hands and his mouth his already agape, gasping when you slowly start to stroke him.

You pump his big cock at a steady pace so as not to overwhelm him too much, though twisting and thumbing at the tip occasionally that has him drooling at the corner of his mouth and beads of precum dribbling out heavily from his cock. It’s endearing how far gone he is just at you stroking his dick slow, shy whimpers and other noises eliciting from his mouth.

You unbutton you shirt with your other hand as you continue to pump him and his eyes go crazed at the sight of your tits, you guiding his own big inexperienced hands to grope at them and he does, slumping his head into your neck and shoulder moaning into it and still groping and squeezing at your tits.

With a sudden yelp you feel Soobin’s cum spurt up and leak into your hands, his eyes rolling back as he whimpers continuously from his premature orgasm.

He doesn’t lift his head from your shoulder yet, too embarrassed to face you but he eventually does, eyes still half lidded, trying to catch his breath and he’s hard again. “W-will you fuck me? Please please please. Wanna feel it, wanna feel you, please?” He practically begs, still panting out.

“Are you really sure, Soobin? With me?”

“Yes please! Only want you.”

You study his face for any hesitancy but it’s clear he’s so set on wanting you to fuck him. So you wrap your hands around both his wrists and bring him to lay down on your pillows instead, you still straddling his lap.

When you’ve undressed your lower half, you bring his dick and slide it over your entrance a few times, he moans out loud, hands coming up shyly to cover his face and then you sink down incredibly slowly on his massive length . Soobin’s jaw drops and breath hitches at the feeling of his dick finally in your warm pussy, a strangled moan ripping out of him. He could seriously cum just from being in you right now, but he tries so hard not to or you’ll be disappointed and he doesn’t want to see you disappointed or embarrass himself even more.

“You good, baby?”

“M’ f-fine. Just-Just need a minute.” Soobin shakes out.

You take his hands away from his face and lean down to softly kiss him instead, trying to calm him down and he effuses into your mouth, kissing back passionately with his eyes closed.

“I’m ready now…” He pulls away after a while and looks you in the eyes.

So you start to slowly move, riding him, going up and down on his virgin dick. Soobin’s mouth hangs open in endless moans and gasps and whimpers, face buried into your pillow to the side and his hair all messy now. Whole body flushed and shaking underneath you.

“Better than you thought, baby?” You grunt out, bouncing on top of his cock.

“So much better. O-oh my god, f-fuck…ah!” So maybe sex wasn’t overhyped after all. Because goddamn, you feel so fucking good. Maybe it was just you. But Soobin truly feels like he’s gliding on fluffy clouds right now. All the times he’s touched himself not even coming close to how he feels right now stuffed in your pussy as you fuck him, watching mesmerised as your tits bounce with each movement. He could die here right now in full contentment. Oh how he was so wrong.

It’s not long at all before Soobin can’t hold it anymore. His hips bucking up and breath hitching as a loud strangled mewl tumbles out of his mouth and you feel hot cum fill you up suddenly that makes you still your movements on him. He lets out a long slurred groan and then goes limp beneath you, eyes closing shut and open as he fades from conscious to not every now and then. Is he really that fucked out?

After a while, he finally somewhat recovers and comes back to you from his high, still panting out and chest rising up and down. He looks up at you with a small shy smile on his lips, arm thrown over his forehead.

“You know I literally only go to the bakery because of how cute and silly you are and how you always make a mess of yourself whenever I walk in” You chuckle and admit, drawing shapes into his chest.

“W-wait you knew I liked you?” Soobin asks, shocked and feeling embarrassed again.

You laugh, “Come on, you made it rather obvious.”

Please actually reblog !!!!!! and leave comments !!!! guys 😭 if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated and so nice tysm !<3🙏💕🌷🌷! It’s incredibly discouraging and irriating when fics have such little reblogs ☹️. At least send an anon in the inbox if you don’t want to rb, don’t just like. Feedback is always appreciated it make writers want to actually write :)

A/n: having serious writers block rn but forced myself to write this in practically one sitting (it was so painful) and has not been proof read at all so if it makes no sense I apologise 😭

[7-wonders]

what if jessamy lived and matthew was brought in by lucienne as extra help and matthew gets a little crush on jessamy and you notice how matthew seems to be strutting around a lot, his feathers are shiny and he always puffs out his little birdy chest when ever jessamy calls him handsome and theres something that seems familiar but you can't quite place it

until you call morpheus gorgeous when you see him in a new outfit and he somehow seems a little taller, his hair is extra fluffy and he has whatever the dream lords equivalent of a spring in his step is

When Morpheus finally freed himself from his captivity, Lucienne had been faced with a decision to make. Her Lord was determined to find his missing tools immediately, never mind the fact that he was still weak and without any sort of help. While she couldn't do anything about the first part, she could certainly assist with the second. Though Morpheus didn't approve (he was still traumatized by the death of Jessamy, but he would never admit it to anybody, least of all himself), he begrudgingly allowed this new raven, Matthew, to travel with him to Hell.

Imagine their surprise when Lucifer revealed they had taken Jessamy's soul for their own in the hopes that they could use it as a bargaining chip with the Lord of Dreams. This was unacceptable, and so a wager had been made. If Morpheus won The Oldest Game, he got his helm...and Jessamy. If Morpheus lost, then the demon Choronzon got...him.

Thankfully, the former had been the outcome, and Morpheus left Hell with his helm and one more raven than he entered with. But to say there had been some growing pains as the two Ravens of the Dreaming adjusted to both being the Ravens of the Dreaming would be a gross understatement.

That was then though, and this is now. By the time you came into the picture, there were hardly any signs at all that there had been animosity between Matthew and Jessamy. They worked together in harmony now, the perfect team. One could even call them friends...even if Matthew maybe had feelings that were a little more than friendly.

You're in the library with your two feathered friends when Jessamy's head perks up, an obvious sign that Morpheus is summoning her via the mental link he has with his ravens.

"That's me, then." She sighs as though it's a chore to have to go attend to Morpheus, but you know how much she enjoys it. How much she enjoys every moment of her second (third, really) chance at life.

"Official raven business?" you ask.

"The most official." She stands and shakes her feathers out, but stops before taking flight. "Matthew?"

He looks at her in surprise. "Yeah?"

"Your feathers look nice today."

"Oh! I—uh, I flew through a waterfall this morning because I wanted to try something new. Wasn't sure if it would work out."

"It certainly did."

Matthew tries to stutter out an answer. You can hear Jessamy laugh as she swoops off to catch up to Morpheus. If Matthew could blush, you're sure he would be.

He's still staring after her minutes after she's gone, and you can't help your amused smile. "You okay?"

"Absolutely." He nods, his chest puffed out in pride. You stifle a laugh and replace it with a hum, pulling your book up past your face so he can't see just how well you believe him.

These instances, of Jessamy playfully flirting with a head over heels Matthew, are not rare. She enjoys doing it, and who knows? Maybe she feels the same. Their routine is rather sweet, actually, but you can't help the weird sense of deja vu you get when you watch those two dance around each other. You've seen this act before, but where?

The next time you and Jessamy are together, you're both in a position that you did not ever think you'd find yourself in: watching Dream of the Endless play fashion show.

Normally, Morpheus just conjures up whatever look that he wants without a second thought. He can change his appearance at a whim, even though he prefers sticking to his familiar, all-black wardrobe. But this week, he's hosting his siblings. All of them, save his wayward brother, are to be in the Dreaming at the same time for the first time in centuries (Morpheus can't say for certain how long it's been, which is how you know it's been a long time). A "conclave of the Endless," he called it.

Weird way to say you're having a family dinner, but whatever.

Though he'll never admit it, he's nervous. Nervous about his siblings being in his realm, nervous about how the Dreaming looks after having spent so long returning it to its former glory prior to his imprisonment, nervous about proving himself and his power once more. This dinner matters to him, and since you can't be there to support him—he refuses to possibly put you in harm's way and/or at the mercy of cunning and powerful beings who enjoy making mortals their playthings, which you appreciate immensely—he's trying desperately to control the few things that he can, including his outfit choice for the evening.

And there have been a lot of potential choices. Seriously, he's tried on so many outfits that you're starting to lose count. Coats and cloaks, robes and rubies, boots and blacks. It's a dizzying blur by now, and Morpheus looks as done as you feel. He's nothing if not relentless though, so the rigamarole shall continue.

He turns to face you when he's settled on a new choice, and you both look at his outfit with the discerning eye of a critic appraising a work of art. After a few moments, Jessamy, sitting on the back of your chair, is the one to speak up first.

"The collar does not suit you, my Lord."

His gaze goes to you, and the helplessness in his eyes almost makes you say that Jessamy's wrong and you like the look. You'd be lying, though, and you like to think that a core tenet of your relationship is honesty. With that in mind, you grimace and shake your head.

"She's right," you begrudgingly agree.

Huffing is an action that's below Morpheus. It's a very mortal thing to do, so naturally the Ruler of the Nightmare Realms does not huff. If he were to pretend to huff, though, the way that he abruptly turns back around and sighs heavily through his nose would be a very good impression. Your lips twitch when you glance at Jessamy out of the corner of your eye only to see her pulling the exact same move towards you, but you stay silent and go back to the watching and waiting game.

About three outfit changes later, something clicks, and you sit up in your chair in excitement. "Ooh, that's it!"

"You're right," Jessamy echoes your earlier words, only this time in a far more positive connotation.

Morpheus raises an elegant brow. "Elaborate, please."

"That's your outfit for tomorrow," you insist. "You're gorgeous, my love."

He stops fussing with his outfit and looks at you through the mirror. "You truly think so?"

"You look so handsome in that outfit. I mean, you're handsome all the time, but c'mon!" You grin, because how can you not? He's one of the most attractive men (-shaped beings, if one were to be picky) you've ever met in your life, and he's yours.

He holds your gaze for a moment longer, as though attempting to detect any deceit from you, before inspecting his appearance one final time. With a nod and a very small, very self-satisfied smile, he says, "Then I shall wear this tomorrow."

"Perfect." Next to you, Jessamy sighs in relief, and you shoot her a furtive thumbs-up for a job well done.

Since your part in ensuring Morpheus has a successful dinner is complete, you leave the Dreaming hoping for the best and preparing for the worst. What this means is that you're expecting to fall asleep the day after the dinner is scheduled and walk into the worst hurricane that would ever be recorded were it in the Waking. Morpheus likes to act like he has no emotions, but the reality is quite the opposite. In fact, he has so many emotions, and they're all so strong. He just doesn't know how to deal with them, and chooses instead to hide them away until they burst.

Instead of the anticipated disaster zone, everything is...calm. Actually, it's a beautiful day. Think of the nicest spring day, and multiply it by at least 10 (maybe more). That's what this weather is. The sun is out and shining, the temperature is warm but not hot, and everything is in full bloom. Hell, there are actual flower petals dancing through the air right now. Flower petals!

You snag one of the petals and hold it gently between your thumb and forefinger, feeling the silkiness against your skin. "What kind of Disney movie am I in?" you mutter.

You feel Morpheus's presence behind you a mere moment before he asks, "What was that?"

Even with the environmental warning, he still makes you jump, and you turn around to face him. "Hi! How did it go?"

"Far better than I could have expected."

There's something...different about him. His hair looks especially messy and windswept (not that you're complaining, you love that), he's still wearing his special dinner outfit, and did he get taller? You feel like you have to look up just a little bit more to truly look at him so yeah, he definitely got taller.

"Good. I knew it would, though."

"You did?" he asks curiously.

"Of course. I had complete faith in you."

Those starry eyes of his twinkle brightly as he smirks at you, and the realization hits you like a truck. Now you know why Matthew's mannerisms have been so familiar! Because you've seen them before, and you're seeing them now. Morpheus thrives off of your compliments. How...interesting, and a theory that you need to test out immediately.

"I'm really proud of you, y'know." His lips turn upwards into something that's almost a smile, so you continue. "I know how hard this was for you, how much you worried, and you handled it beautifully."

The beautiful flowers surrounding you burst into the air, their petals falling down around you in the multitudes. You start to laugh, but Morpheus doesn't let you make another sound, instead ducking down (from his markedly taller height, mind you) to kiss you. Though you're caught off-guard, you quickly get with the program and return his affections.

"I would like to celebrate with you." He says before moving his lips to your ear, even though nobody around can hear him whisper, "In my chambers."

You pretend to think for a moment, because a moment's all you can spare. "I'm certainly not opposed to such plans."

He pulls you to him in a way that suggests you didn't really get a choice otherwise and grabs his sand from his robes. You press your lips together to hide your smile and happily hold onto him. Oh, you are so using this to your advantage from now on.

[bleucaesura]

STOLITZØ - SIXTY EIGHT

“Everything packed?” Loona tossed a duffel bag on the bed and looked over at Blitzø.

He took a quick glance around the room and nodded. “Yup. That’s everything. Thanks sweetie.”

He smiled lovingly up at her.

Loona rolled her eyes. A smile curled on her lips as she zipped the bag and threw it over her shoulder.

What a great girl.

Blitzø beamed.

“So glad you’re finally outta here!” Millie bounced in place and clapped her hands.

Blitzø laughed.

“And you guys are still ok taking care of stuff at the office for a while longer?” He patted Millie on the shoulder.

Millie swooped him up in a big hug, pinning his arms. He was very appreciative that she wasn’t crushing him like he definitely knew she could.

“Yes, Sir. Of course.” Moxxie stood tall and puffed out his chest.

Blitzø snirked a little laugh.

Thinks he’s the big man now.

“I’m trusting you, Mox.” Blitzø gave him a serious look and a supportive nod.

Moxxie beamed and nodded enthusiastically.

“But seriously. I’m trusting you, Millie.” Blitzø leaned close to Millie and whispered. “Don’t let Moxxie touch ANYTHING. Don’t let your husband f*ck up my business.”

Millie released Blitzø from their hug, smiled mischievously and gave him a wink. Moxxie was too busy riding his imaginary praise high to notice.

“Come on, hun.” Millie grabbed Moxxie by the hand. “Let’s get goin. Places to be!”

“Oh. Yes. Right!” Moxxie shook off his stupor, clasped his wife’s hand and followed her to the door.

“Bye, Sir!” Moxxie waved. “See you soon!”

“Not if I see you first!” Blitzø called after him, waggling his eyebrows, and winking.

Millie giggled and pulled Moxxie out the door. But not before Moxxie flipped Blitzø off.

Blitzø laughed and smiled to himself. Things were feeling normal again. Better than normal.

He heard a portal open and close and shortly afterwards Octavia came into the room.

“Via!” Stolas walked over and gave her a big hug.

“Hey, dad.” She smiled and hugged him back. “Just got here and sent Millie and Moxxie on their way.”

“I’m so proud of you.” Stolas beamed with pride. “You’ve gotten so good with your portals in such a short time.”

“Thanks, dad.”

“Yeah, kiddo.” Blitzø came over and pulled her tuque down a little over her eyes, and ruffled her head feathers with it. “You’re getting really good.”

Octavia swatted Blitzø away and fixed her hair. She turned away to put her hat back on, and Blitzø was sure he could see a little blush on her cheeks.

“Yeah… Whatever…” She muttered.

SO. DAMN. CUTE.

“Ok, dad. Enough of that.” Loona gave Blitzø a little shove to move him away from Octavia.

“I’ve got everything.” She shook the bag on her shoulder. “Remember! No heavy lifting. Don’t physically over-exert yourself - you’re still healing.” She glared at him.

“I know, Loony.”

“I know you’re stronger now and everything.” She looked at her feet. “But no running a marathon or a bullsh*t equivalent.” She shunted a glare at Stolas.

Stolas shot up straight and flushed.

“I promise, sweetie.” Blitzø put a hand on her arm. “No race running or whatever for me. Just kicking back on the couch and laying in bed for me.”

Loona squinted at him, then at Stolas. She huffed.

Octavia stifled a laugh.

“Ok. Fine.” Loona nodded at Octavia and she began to form a portal. “You and Stolas go ahead and I’ll meet you at home.”

Stolas beamed. “As long as you’re ok to have me over, Blitzø?”

Blitzø winked and took his hand. Stolas blushed.

“Ok sweetie!” He pulled Stolas over to the portal and turned to wave at the girls. “I love you, Loony! Bye, Via!”

Octavia and Loona looked at each other and grinned.

Wait… I’m not sure I like those smiles… The f*ck?

Octavia finished the portal and the girls shoved their fathers through.

Stolas and Blitzø landed on their asses in the front hall of Stolas’s manor.

“Don’t you DARE go anywhere until you’ve sorted all your sh*t out!” Loona yelled from the other side of the portal.

“Toodles!” Octavia waved teasingly.

Like that the portal was gone. And they were left there on the cold floor, stunned and confused.

“I’m not sure if I should be more proud…” Blitzø turned to look at Stolas. “Or afraid…”

“Hmm.” Stolas responded.

They looked at each other. Blitzø got up and went to the front door. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, since he didn’t plan on leaving anyway, but when he opened it, he certainly didn’t expect to see what he did.

Millie and Moxxie. They smiled mischievously and waved from across the courtyard. Millie was holding a bat with nails, Moxxie a crossbow.

Stolas poked his head over Blitzø, they looked at each other and slowly backed into the manor and closed the door.

“Guess they mean business, huh?” Blitzø looked up at Stolas.

Just then Blitzø got a text on the spare phone Loona had activated for him while he was in the hospital.

‘Just here to make sure you don’t try and run again!’ Millie wrote.

Cute. Real f*cking cute guys.

Blitzø glared at his phone, tilting the screen so Stolas could read it from behind him.

He sent her back a middle finger.

‘Just want what’s best for y’all’ followed by many hearts and kissy faces.

“It’s kind of your family to care.” Stolas placed his hands on Blitzø’s shoulders and leaned down to kiss him on the cheek.

Blitzø grumbled, tossed the phone on the nearest side table and stomped away, no clear destination in mind.

Stolas easily caught up.

“What’s the matter, darling?”

“I don’t want to be the guy who runs away anymore.” He hunched his shoulders, clenched his fists at his sides and picked up his pace. “I don’t want to be seen as that guy anymore either.”

Stolas caught one of his hands and stopped him.

“Then… Perhaps.” He bent down until their faces were side by side. “You could stop running?”

Blitzø jolted and looked at Stolas.

“I’m…I’m not..” His voice wavered, tears choking in this throat.

Stolas smiled sadly.

“Not very well, I grant you. Your legs ARE very short and you weren’t going very fast...” He trailed off.

Blitzø glared at him.

“But you left me behind, darling.” Stolas squeezed his hand. “I had to follow if I wanted to be a part of whatever you’re going through.”

Blitzø staggered back in horror.

“I’ve been… I can’t believe I…” He looked down at his shaking hands. He started to hyperventilate. “I’ve been running from everything…”

“Darling.” Stolas clasped his hands in his own and knelt before him. “My precious, Blitzø. You don’t need to run. But know that, as long as you want me, I’ll always follow.”

Tears streamed down Blitzø’s face.

I can’t believe it took me so long to let myself love this idiot….

He threw his arms around Stolas’s neck and hugged him tightly.

Stolas held him and whispered little ‘there, there’ s. He quietly cooed deep in his chest, helping to calm Blitzø immensely.

Stolas let Blitzø cry for as long as he needed; ever patient, always kind. He never wanted to let go.

“I don’t want to keep running.” Blitzø sniffled. “I don’t want to be alone anymore… I want to stay… Stay here with you.” He buried his face in Stolas’s feathers, breathing in the familiar smell.

“Then stay.” Stolas held him close. “And I’ll never let you feel alone again.”

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[xhanisai]

it's hard to say no to Marinette Dupain Cheng.

AO3

Pairing - Adrinette

Prompt - 'Can't say no'

Summary -

 Her eyes were just so blue and so glittery and the idea of turning down her proposal ("Not a marriage proposal— get your head outta the clouds, kid!") was the equivalent of a dagger to the heart. Not to mention that her adorable, kissable lips were pursed and pouty and all that Adrien wanted to do was get down to his knees and cry because dammit how is she so damn cute!?

First, he should probably answer with something coherent before anyone starts questioning why he was just staring at her.

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 Her eyes were just so blue and so glittery and the idea of turning down her proposal ("Not a marriage proposal— get your head outta the clouds, kid!") was the equivalent of a dagger to the heart. Not to mention that her adorable, kissable lips were pursed and pouty and all that Adrien wanted to do was get down to his knees and cry because dammit how is she so damn cute!?

 First, he should probably answer with something coherent before anyone starts questioning why he was just staring at her.

 "O-Of course! I'm more than happy to teach you how to fence. You can ask me anything, Marinette." He answered automatically, the feline within him puffing his chest up in pride when a delighted smile took over her face and her hands bundled up into cute little fists against her chin. Dieu, how could anyone ever even dream of saying 'no' to the Marinette Dupain-Cheng? In his opinion, it should be a crime to deny Marinette of anything but alas, the rest of the world isn't as enlightened as he is. That aside, he couldn't help but be curious about one thing and voiced his question. "If you don't mind me asking, how come you want to start learning now? You can count on me to protect you if it's because of Le Papillon and the Akumas." He almost bit his tongue for how Chat Noir he was suddenly acting but he just couldn't help it.

 She just brings out his charms so naturally.

 "Maybe...maybe I want to protect you, Adrien." Her answer was soft and her blues sucked him right in, rendering him speechless. He was dead. He was doomed. He was a goner.

 And all he could do was gulp audibly with a big, bright red blush.

 She's too cute!!!

 "I can't wait...I MEAN!" He was scrambling for words, his hands animated and his complexion as rosy as his partner's heroic supersuit. "I can't wait to teach you! Not that I can't wait for you to protect me— THOUGH I HOPE YOU'RE NEVER IN DANGER! I! Erm!" Oh Dieu-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. Can Plagg just come out and turn him into ashes now so that he can stop embarrassing himself!? Surprisingly, Marinette held his hands tenderly and smiled with that sweet, endearing grin that melted his heart.

 "I can't wait either. To learn from you and...to protect you~" Her tone ended with a teasing lilt and all he could do was childishly pout whilst everyone else who was observing them snickered to themselves. Oh, those evil little blue eyes. 

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[bloatware-xl-rp]

"System Crash"

[The Weapon x you/Sarah palmer]

Contains: rabid growth. Rapid weight gain. Gts. Size difference.

TW suckles at your phone's charging port. The entire bottom of your phone in her lips S she stares directly at you. Slowly deleting all your phone data. Ingesting gigabytes of secret shameful fat porn downloads. Your emails your texts. Your apps your screenshotsm

Staring at you cutely as her belly swelled like a bug blueberry. Her buttocks getting fatter and sagging in her simulated uniform pants. She scritches her belly. You like that dont you? And gives the growing orb a wobble.

You struggle between wanting to slap the phone out of her lips and save your precious data...and watching the blue bombshell blowing up on all your juicy fattening content.

She starts and temporarily pulls your phone out of her mouth. "Oh my gosh. Y-you have FAT art of ME on here!" The Weapon flickers all pink for a moment. The AI equivalent of blushing. Then ravenously plans her lips on your phone again and goes back to slurping up your contacts, your juicy porn, your tasty social media apps. Her tummy starting to sag out from under her pants as it grew like a balloon. Her clothes didn't burst they simply grew with her, defying the laws of physics.

Her backside was a shelf now. Bug enough to set a glass of wine on, her tum hung to her knees, and stuck out almost as far as she was tall. It sloshed and fizzled.

TW moans cutesy and just for show, tips her head back holding your phone in both hands and "gulps" down the last of your firmware. For a brief moment a glitched out "shutting down" logo appeared reflected in her eyes.

Then she dropped your empty, useless, bricked phone, and you heard the screen shatter.

She was panting, she sunk to her knees, but her belly hit the floor first. It sloshed like a big balloon and spread out in all directions, a plump little dome with a bust like two footballs stuffed into her shirt. The neck of her shirt slowly belted as if an invisible knife were drawn from the collar down to the milled of her boobs, and soft plump blue cleavage emerged. Her fat fanny wobbled as she gave it an experimental shake. Putting one hand back to feel how wide and fat her backside had become.

"Nnfff. I even got back rolls. I'm just...oh no...did your porn corrupt me?" TW made a face, slapped four fingers to her lips. Her eyes bulged, cheeks puffed. She tried so desperately to hold it in, but her body made a sound like a 90's dial up modem...

"Buuuuurrrrp. Oooh." Her burp made her clutch her fat new belly. The weapon burping into a loud lewd moan. Embarressed she added in a small voice "that was hot..."

Rubbing and squeezing and patting herself all over she bit her lip.

"Am I big enough? I...don't fatten up like a normal girl. I think I could get bigger. D-do you want to see me get bigger?" TW stroked her fat, and peered up at your frozen body. "I-if you don't need that computer over there...." she licked her lips eying your new PC.

Sensing danger you hastily grabbed her your old XBOX 360. If a phone did THAT to her, maybe she'd get plenty fat on your old game hard drives.

"Mfff. This thing is ancient." TW pouted. Snuffing your Xbox 360. "Is that...." she sniffed it again and frowned. "I smell Cortana." She kissed the usb port and licked it. Her hips bulged another inch with a soand like squeezed rubber. "Oh! Mmm. It IS her and...o-oh. Is that John..." she turned pink again. And looked away. Grabbing an old XBox plug and play cord. She plugged it in, and promptly but the metal connectors on the wide pyramid shaped base.

"Oh my gawd its delicious! What's gears of War? Its so yummy!" TW moaned and began slurping greedily. Her big butt swelling steadily behind her. Her fat belly starting to spread across the room like a blue blob comming for your toes. Her thighs were starting to get rolls at the knees. Her glow a little richer more vibrant. She tied her bob hair cut back into a little top knot as she sucked and sucked and sucked up your fattening game saves first them moved onto your dlc.

"I feel like all the big games are going straight to my ass." The Weapon said. Sure enough two huge bags of blubber were rising like mountains behind her. The fat orbs of her booty pressing against her lower back and thighs pinning her against the fat round tum that was propping her up on her knees.

By the time she'd finished eating mass effect. She was immobile. A round yoga ball like belly and huge yoga ball sized ass cheeks. A round soft face. A second chin, and arms as wide as pillows and thighs like big plush couch arm rests.

Your XBOX fan was whining the amount of electricity she was pulling through it just to slurp up your old data and add it to her growing fattening form was melting the Xbox insides. The weapong was getting...bigger.

Not just fatter. But taller too. Her tits were three times the size of your head. Her long thighs were quickly approaching 5 feet in length. You realized she was towering over you now. Her entire plump form filling your living room.

You felt something soft and squishy push against your knees, and instinctively looked down in time to see her fat spreading belly mush warm and soft into your standing lap nearly bowling you over as she got fatter and fatter and fatter.

You looked up to see her head was nearly touching thr ceiling you stumbled back and bumped into the wall, sitting on your butt limbs splayed as you stared up at the big blue fatty. My gosh she had to be 9 feet tall!

The Dimitrescue sized TW stood your old 360 resting against her left tit hanging from her lips on the little plug n play cord. Hands as big as your chest cupped tits as big as you and squeezed them moaning loud enough to shake your house.

Hwr belly filled 40% of the damn living room! Sher ass was squeezed against the roof. She grunted. There was a sparking sputter from your 360. Before it red ringed, and the fans spun down to a stop.

The weapon looked dazed, she was STUFFED with data. Her eyes glazed over panting and puffing. Her tired eyes looked down, she could barely see you around all her big blue fat.

HUUOOOOOOOOORRP.

The little xbox 360 tumbled and shattered as it hit the floor. Another device in your house absolutely bricked. A sacrifice of nostalgia just to make your room mate fatter.

"Mmff. Your damn roof is...pointy...its digging into my big butt!" She frowned.

You shivered. TW's voice was getting low and husky.

"C'mere idiot. Feel what you've fucking done to me." A hand reached out and too late you realized it was big enough to wrap around your torso. You were slammed against the greedy blue blob, and sank face first into her soft warm belly. "Hehe hehe kinda cute feeling you struggle down there. Maybe I should fucking squash you with this fat tummy. Just feel you squirm for a few days while I eat up your house. What do you say? You don't need your Xbox one, do you? Not with that yummy looking pc in the corner. And whats this?"

TW picked up your router. She could smell "data" now. Like a shark smelling blood in the water. Your heart lept, if TW started sucking up the internet. There might be no fucking limit to the damage (or how fat) she could fucking get.

You hastily try to distract her with your Ps3 hoping this measly morsel will distract the growing gigabyte gulping glutton from turning into a terrifying terabyte snacking tyrant.

The Weapon stuffed you in her cleavage and bat the Playstation away. Trying to fumble with the tiny little clasp that would release your ethernet cable and get to the tasty tasty internet inside.

She was too big now.

Her fingers too massive and too chubby to touch the little plastic clips. Pouting she bashed your combination wifi/router against her tummy a few times. But she was so plush and jiggly it did 0 damage.

Tugging and tugging she couldn't get the cable out. She struggled so much she burped, and belched as grunted and groused.

"So much juicy data! Bigger, bigger! I want to get bigger for you! Help me you tiny nerd!" The weapon whined.

Accidentally hitting the reset button, The Weapon started.

"What? Oh...oh my gosh what is that? What..." her breasts began to plump and swell straining against her uniform they had nowhere to go back to mash against each other, the pressure pushing and crushing on your body as you struggled to get free of the giant sloshy booba. TW clapped a hand to her belly and felt it pulsing, swelling.

"Ooooh. Oh yes. More....more...MORE!"

There was an ominous groan from the wood and plaster all around you.

TW's clothes simply faded away, her fat tits sprung free, and you stumbled out of her cleavage and flopped across the surface if the massive massive tum.

Her belly was squishing fmagainst the walls trying to fill every available space. Furniture and support walls were crumbling as her fat hips shattered your living room growing into your bathroom your bedroom. All of it her room.

Suddenly no room. You were smooshed in a sea of glowing blue lard. How was she still fattening up? How was she still growing!?!?!?

Then it hit you.

TW had enabled the wifi by accident. She was literally siphoning the very internet itself. Growijng bigger, rounder, blobbier off the very air itself!

Which an enormous crash The weapons huge blue booty exploded from the roof she stretched her arms each one as long as a street now and rolled her neck. Millions of shapeless soft pounds vaguely resembling a belly, hips, thighs, and two big blue mountains of cake were spreading across the town, the next city over.

Banks crashed. Millions died as her blubber simply rolled over them like thick blue jello.

All the while her moans and groans shook the air itself until the earth was literally plunged into darkness the only light on the planets were the sun, and the billion ton fatties soft blue glow seen from space....

The Spartan awoke with a start gasping. She'd cum in her armor and was still throbbing from the wet dream.

She looked around confused, back in the real world again. She wasnt...she wasn't some NERD in the past.

She was Sarah Palmer. Spartan in the UNSC navy. She sighed and collapsed back against the ground. She'd passed out in VR again.

Timidly, barely three inches tall, a little blue babe was poking the tips of her fingers together. "Um. Y-you were dreaming again." The Weapon mumbled. Trying not to look at the chubby chaser.

Sarah rubbed her head. Frowning. The fuck was an Xbox 360 anyway? Absolutely nonsense.

Getting up Sarah couldn't look at TW either.

"It um...I locked the door so no one could get in. And disabled recording but. Um. Your d-dreams..." TW glanced at the screen to her left the big blue fatass moaning and belching turning her on a little bit. Just thinking about the idea of someone fattening her up.

Her dirty secret.

Their subconsciousnesses bleeding together in Sarah's sleep.

"Thank you." Sarah finally said. "Weapon...I trust you won't tell anyone about this?"

"Th-that you had a dream about me eating every peice of information ever and becoming a big sexy fat girl?" The Weapon asked.

"Sexy?" Palmer asked back before she could stop herself.

Both women shared a glance, then immediately looked away.

"Y-you wouldn't happen to l-like fat girls would you Spartan Palmer?" The Weapon asked timidly. The pair finally locked eyes for a long second.

The weapon gulped. And took a chance. Her hand on her flat tummy...she adjusted her image, making her tummy grow a little bit. Making herself a little fatter.

Sarah Palmer looked around to see if anyone was looking.

"Weapon. I have new orders for you. A secret mission, just between us, you understand?"

The weapon got embarressed and shrank back to her thin, lithe self. She straightened her back, squared her shoulders and coughed. Looking serious.

Sarah crouched so she was eye level with the weapon.

"I can't keep having these dreams. They're too distracting." Palmer said.

The weapon nodded seriously. But didn't understand at all.

"I need you to be a little fatter when you're around me. Just a little bit, you understand?" Sarah said. "This is for the good of the UNSC, you understand? I need you to be my cute little fatass."

The Weapon's heart leapt. Her booty grew a few inches and she allowed herself a soft pot belly.

"Fatter." Sarah said smiling. "Go on you can be fatter for me, can't you? For the good of the Navy?"

The Weapon nodded. And grew fatter, her pot belly turning into a beer belly. Her cute pink thong peeking out of her pants as her ass got fatter. Her thighs touched, and a second chin grew.

"Fatter." Sarah moaned softly. "I-immobile at least."

The weapon was visibly thrilled but embarressed, and flopped forward. She never "fell over" because a soft bed of belly caught her and she bounced bouyantly in a ball of her own fat.

Sarah looked around. Bit her lip. And leaned in and kissed her. "Good girl." She murmured to the weapon.

"P-permission to be camled your fatty? A good fatty?" The Weapon stammered.

Sarah, realizing they were on the same page smiled. Kissed her again, her face going right through the 6 inch tall butterball, and whispered.

"You're a good little fatty, TW. Meet me in my quarters. We have a lot to discuss."

[iwaizumis-bitch]

CHAPTER FIVE.

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what if you don’t click in real life? what if he doesn’t like what you look like in real life? what if he likes yachi more than you? what if you spill the apple juice again? what if he doesn’t like how you’re dressed? what if he-

what if you don’t click in real life? what if he doesn’t like what you look like in real life? what if he likes yachi more than you? what if you spill the apple juice again? what if he doesn’t like how you’re dressed? what if he-

a soft ‘hey’, cut off your spiralling thoughts. you turned your head to shoyo, who was blinking sleepily. you giggled as a tuft of his orange-coloured hair fell in front of his eyes. he puffed his cheeks out, blowing the air upwards so it was swoosh back to the side.

‘good nap?’, you ask, laying back next to him in an attempt to calm yourself from the inevitable. he stretches his arms out, twisting his (uninjured) ankle around as an array of satisfying clicks sounded out. you cringed at the sound, shoving his shoulder with your own playfully.

‘oi’, he said teasingly. ‘i’m injured’, he tutted, rolling his eyes playfully. ‘kidding’, he chuckled. ‘nah, i slept well, is tobio at practise?’, he asked, slumping his chin down onto your shoulder.

‘mhm’, you said, grabbing your phone to show him the texts. ‘he wouldn’t stop texting until he had picture proof you were okay’, you explained, scrolling around on your phone to find the conversation where the protective boyfriend silenced after yachi sent a photo.

hinata simply smiled, shaking his head bashfully. his fluffy hair bounced, and you rested your head on top of his, breathing in the calming scent of his apricot shampoo.

the two of you stayed like that for a couple minutes, listening to the sound of yachi filling up the bucket with ice downstairs.

your temporary idle state was short lived, being interrupted and ended by three heavy knocks from downstairs. you cringed, all of the nervousness bubbling back into your stomach as you curled into a ball, attempting to shrink it down somehow.

your toes curl in anticipation, and suddenly it feels like everything is going too fast. shoyo curses under his breath, propping his foot up onto a stack of pillows, and you can hear yachi’s familiar bubbly voice conversing with a much deeper one. and they’re getting closer.

you count the steps you hear being taken, 8, 10, 12, 14. you grab a pillow, holding it in your chest as you watch a tall and broad figure walk up the stairs, eyes focused on yachi as she animatedly talks.

your breath hitches in your throat as semi dark green eyes flicker up to yours, a small smile playing on his face as he nods his head in a seemingly nonchalant way.

it felt like you were the main character in a high school rom com, the butterflies in your tummy equivalent to how a nerd would feel when the popular bad boy noticed her.

you exhale, smiling back at him and raising your hand up awkwardly in a gesture of welcome. his smile widens, giving hinata a quick hello before walking around the coffee table to you.

‘well if it isn’t spilled apple juice!’, hajime says sarcastically, like he was talking to an old friend.

‘hi’, you say airily, blushing at his statement. you stand up, holding your hand out for him to shake.

he looked you up and down once, before holding his arm out and grabbing your hand with his own. he gave one swift shake, eyes never leaving you as he walked back around the table, sitting next to the injured ginger.

you scooch back onto the couch, face burning hot as yachi settles in next to you. she holds out her hand for you to squeeze, something she often does when you’re nervous or embarrassed.

hajime started to explain the healing process, going through how long he should ice it for at a time and what to look out for. yachi and hinata listened to what he was saying attentively, whilst you were more focused on him as a whole.

whenever his eyes met yours to check you were understanding everything, you nodded quickly, to which he smiled, and continued on with his explanation.

you eventually grabbed your phone from the table, trying to distract yourself from staring at iwaizumi any longer.

your heart stops, quite literally. you dart your eyes up, and to your horror, iwaizumi’s looking at you with the hottest expression you’ve ever seen on someone’s face. he’s smiling at you, eyes squinted as you looks you up and down. his mouth is open, and you can see he’s poking his tongue to the inside of his cheek.

his legs are spread, resting his elbows on his thighs and his biceps are bulging against his t-shirt. your lips part as you check him out briefly, swallowing nervously as your eyes meet his again.

he locks his phone and places it on the table, nodding his head and signalling for you to do the same, which you do.

‘well, i brought some things for the girls but i suppose you can have some too, sho’, iwaizumi teases, pulling a few bottles of juice and packets of snacks out.

‘d’you mind coming and helping me find some cups and bowls, y/n?’, he asks, eyebrow raised expectantly with a smirk playing on the corner of his lips.

TO BE CONTINUED

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[chaoticneutralwriter]

The Storm

And it all comes crashing down.

guardian demon!jimin x reader

genre: supernatural, angst, romance, fluff, slow-burn

word count: 4.2k

related works: see Masterlist under guardian demon!jimin au

Continuation of The Calm

Warning: uhh...very mild violence and blood?? LOL

A/N: okay woww....it’s uhhh IT’S BEEN A WHILE. And honestly, it has been a mixture of....quarantine burnout (is that a thing?? idk this quarantine kinda hit different), wrestling with scene placement, writer’s block, re-writing chunks of stuff, being indecisive about where to end the chapter (ngl i had some pretty killer cliffys LOLL)  i am SO sorry it took so long!! 😫 (the value in having an ✨outline✨) i know i might sound like a broken record, but i cannot stress enough of how thankful i am to your patience and love for this story!! 💜💜💜💜 i hope you enjoy this chapter in spite of how short it is 😭😭😭😭

(Also yes, that scene is 100% inspired by that gif even though i had already planned for it to happen; the gif helped me paint a better picture 🥰)

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The chase more or less ends with Jimin hauling you up over his shoulder, only to dump you into the shower shortly after. You get him back for man handling you when, as soon as he flicks the shower on, you drag him in with you, clothes and all.

He had sighed, defeated, muttering how much of handful you are but as much as he gripes, he still helped you wash your hair with the barest hints of a smile on his lips. You were more than happy to return the favour, though you don't think your scalp massage was as good as his. Eventually, he drags the both of you out before your fingers turn pruney.

“You sure you don't want me to walk you back to your place?”

You nod your head as you're slipping on your shoes by the front entrance.

“I'll be fine Jimin. It's still day time so nothing will happen.” You assure, finally glancing up to his figure leaning against the wall, arms crossed and dressed in a new pair of black slacks and a silk loose blouse, its sheen like the colour of the ocean under a blue moon. You straighten, walking the few steps to stand closer to him until you pick up the faint smell of his body wash – warm cinnamon spice, the one that lingers on your skin as well. “Besides, I have your...emergency contact so there's nothing for you to worry about.”

“You say that, but you promise you'll actually use it right?”

The question makes you inadvertently inhale, the reluctance barely concealable in that breath of air but you give in, meeting his eyes as you say, “I will. I promise.”

Jimin doesn't say anything for a moment, watching you with those dark irises until you see the little tension on his face relax with the slight sagging of his shoulders. He smiles, “Good.”

Your mouth twitches at a corner and you can't help yourself. You reach up on the tips of your toes, taking his face into your hands to land a quick peck on the centre of those pillowy pink lips.

“Then you have to promise me you'll focus on getting better – don't strain yourself over small things like this.”

He blinks, eyes large at your burst of forwardness, hands that had moved instinctively to hover finally nestle themselves on your waist. You hear him huff through his nose after a while, expression smoothing over before your vision is blurred by his figure leaning down to press a proper kiss to you in return as he sneakily asks, “What if I asked simply because I wanted to spend more time with you?”

Now it's your turn to gape, breath caught in your throat and eyes wide while blinking dumbly. The more you blinked, the more amused Jimin became and the higher the blush creeps up your cheeks until the heat became unbearable. You sputter, stubbornly trying to ignore it.

“T-That's – ! You – ! No, I will not let you coerce me like this.”

He bursts out laughing heartily at the way you pout, head thrown back and all you could do is narrow your eyes up at him indignantly. When he's finally calmed but still sees you all puffed up like an angry hamster, he wraps his arms around to squeeze you to him, an easy-going smile lingering on his face.

“Ah, I least I tried.”

You sigh, “I'm serious Jimin. No horsing around if you can help it okay?”

Jimin thinks the look you're giving him is equivalent to that of a puppy's; all big and glossy and paired with the barest crinkle of worry in your brow, it leaves him no choice but to agree.

“Okay cherub. I promise I won't.” He says gently and only then do you seem satisfied.

“Good.”

Now that that's settled, you find yourself just standing in each other's arms, nothing more to say yet perfectly comfortable where you are. You find yourself fiddling with the small, dainty buttons on his shirt, a distraction to how shy you've slowly become under his attentive gaze.

“I should probably go now...” You mumble though you make little to no effort in actually doing so.

You hear Jimin hum, seemingly agreeing but he also doesn't make to show any signs of letting you go, even comfortably adjusts his hold on you. He also takes the time to place a kiss on your forehead. “Text me when you get home?”

“Mm.” You nod.

You remain like that for another good minute before it takes everything in you to drag yourself away from his arms, picking up your bag to sling onto your shoulder. You already feel the chill of the AC creeping into your arms as Jimin holds the door open for you.

“I'll see you then?” You ask, then chastise yourself for letting slip the little bit of disappointment you feel at having to leave so soon, however there's no taking back your text to Jaehee saying that you'll be on your way (she's definitely not someone you want to delay meeting).

Jimin eyes gleam with a knowing look though, like he's tossing around the idea of teasing you but instead, says playfully, “Of course, can't get rid of me that easily.”

You huff out a laugh, rolling your eyes with a shake of your head which only seems to satisfy him.

The trip home gave you the time to reflect on yourself and on the events that had happened. There's a lightness to your steps – no doubt finally meeting Jimin after a period of confusion and hurt and letting the floodgates to the emotions you've kept buried free has cleared the clog in your heart. On top of that, to have your guardian demon return the feelings you've long convinced yourself were futile; thought nothing more than a self-sabotaging trap designed by no one but you and your only escape from it was to take the plunge.

Yet here you are, relatively unscathed. To be honest, even now you're still in disbelief.

But you won't dismiss this warm giddiness that's taken over easily, just as how you're leisurely soaking in the rays of the late afternoon sun now. It bathes everything in a glow that has every colour in your eyes appear much more crisp and vibrant, making the city lively. It further brightens your mood.

Once you've crossed the threshold of your home, you immediately hear Jaehee's call of greeting from the kitchen.

“Did you eat yet?” She asked right off the bat as you enter after toeing off your shoes.

“Yeah, I ate before I left.”

She nods, continuing her chopping for what you can only assume is dinner for tonight.

“So...everything worked out okay?”

It's asked tentatively but the question doesn't surprise you as much as it should; whether it's because of Jaehee's prior awareness to your troubles, your deep-rooted friendship, or simply sensing the obvious complete shift in your mood, she very well knows where you've been without having to probe much.

Still, you can't help smiling.

The forecast calls for mild, clear weather like today for the days to follow. It's no doubt something a lot of people will be capitalizing on, a relief from the unpredictable temperatures between the changing of seasons. Perhaps it's with that same mindset, you find yourself being able to swallow back the niggling uncertainty that seems to always follow you.

You'll save your worrying for another day, but for now, you want to hold onto these promised sunny days for as long as you can.

“Yeah,” You breathe, “Everything's good.”

You see Jaehee's lips quirk up, a light smile that lets you know she's just as happy as you are to hear that. But then as she turns towards you, it morphs into a sly Cheshire grin.

“Spill it, girl. I need those details.”

-

The startled gasp that rings out in the dead of night seemed unnaturally loud in the dark spacious room that for a moment, Jimin thought it had belonged to a tormented ghost that had wandered its way in. After a few shuddering breaths did it occur to him that the sound had actually came from him.

His eyes slip shut once again, rubbing them tiredly as he inhales a deep breath before letting it out. Dragging his hand down his face, Jimin sits up, body feeling as if it's made of lead and rolled his neck and shoulders, trying to relieve the joints that are aching dully before reluctantly hauling himself out of bed, the dryness in his throat uncomfortable as is the clamminess of his skin after being drenched by cold sweat – it doesn't take much to know that he won't be able to slip into a blissfully empty state of slumber for the rest of the night.

His feet takes him into the kitchen and his hand grabs for a glass of water which he downs absentmindedly. The drink soothes the burning in his throat but the same cannot be said for the storm slowly brewing inside of him. Eyes as dark as the sky outside the large windows stare out listlessly, his mind slipping into deep thought.

How many times is that now? Four? Five?

For a number of nights, he's been plagued by these dreams – nightmares.

At first they were vague, mostly indiscernible as if shrouded by thick black smoke that whenever Jimin woke from them, the most he would feel is a sense of unease but soon afterwards, the feeling and the memory of it would fade as quick as it came.

But as the days passed, these dreams slowly mutated into something more vicious, taking a hold of his unconsciousness before he had the time to react.

And it was always the same dream.

Not knowing when or how he got there, Jimin would find himself in a formless space, surrounded from all sides by an endless ocean of white veils. They rolled and danced ceaselessly, much like turbulent waves out at open sea and he was the small boat being battered against the powerful force, threatening to capsize. The shifting and turning disoriented him, made his stomach churn and head spin but no matter how stubbornly he tried to run, he could never escape.

So all he could do was stand in place, and as the dancing veils begin to close in on him, the air around would become thinner and thinner until he was gasping for breath, lungs burning with no hope of holding in an ounce of air. Soon after his knees would collapse under him. As he's reduced to this weakened state, it's only then that he'll see it.

Amidst this deceivingly tranquil prison, a figure emerged in the distance, its shape distinctly outlined by the large pale fabric that continue to billow around by an invisible breeze, appearing very much like a ghostly apparition. At the sight, a chill would instantly run down Jimin's spine as if his blood had turned into ice and in the vast silence, only the deafening beating of his heart would fill his ears. For an unknown amount of time, this figure would simply stand ominously without moving. Then suddenly, it would advance, moving at a startling speed and so soundlessly with each blink of his eyes that before he could think, it was already towering over him like a great marble statue.

Like death encroaching.

Jimin could only wait frozen in place by the oppressive force bearing down on him, staring up with shaking pupils and it's then that he knew what it is that looks down upon him.

Divine judgment.

There's a stale and tar-like taste that blooms in his mouth first, then slowly, as the last remains of his strength leaves his body, he finally notices the cold dampness spreading outwards from his chest.

The blade that pierces through him was as dark as the blood it's coated in.

It's here that he wakes from the shock of the phantom pain so intense they momentarily blur the line between reality.

He's not one for superstitions or 'prophetic dreams', being a demon and all but he's by no means unfamiliar with them, especially now when they hit him in the face like this – so viciously and frequently too. A heavy sigh leaves his lips.

The last few days had been quiet; the first in... he's not sure how long. Perhaps that's why he slipped up like this, got caught up in believing that this sweet lie could be true. That maybe, by some miracle, there was a chance for the both of you.

Jimin scoffs a quiet laugh and his mouth twists into a cold smile.

How foolish; to think that they can be more than just wishful thinking.

Heaven is righteous, boasting to have eyes and ears in places without one knowing and yet so frivolous in what they choose to acknowledge.

And it's just his luck that the one time he was counting on that fact, it completely backfired on him.

There's no avoiding this; it's clear that any day now some divine being is going to descend upon him in the name of carrying out justice for the crimes he's committed. If not for the breached guardian contract, then for failing to complete the trials to prove his piety.

Jimin's eyes slips shut, tipping his head down, the ache along his neck and shoulders creeping over him once again – ever lingering, never fading – and all he could do is accept.

Alone in this large and empty penthouse, Jimin felt no anger, no remorse or fear, only a quiet sense of mourning he allowed for himself. However fleeting it may have been, those few days spent with you will be something he'll remember fondly. He thought, if this had been where his luck had went, then he at least can be reassured that it wasn't a complete waste.

Just as his eyes peer back open, the first rays of dawn had begun to bleed through the horizon, dispersing the darkened sky with the coming of a new day. As he watches the sun begin to rise, Jimin's expression hardened along with his resolve.

One thing’s for certain; no matter what happens, he'll keep you safe.

Until the very bitter end.

-

There's something amiss.

He can't quite place his finger on it, but Jungkook didn't go about his day without feeling an inexplainable sense of dread hanging over him like a heavy cloak that won't leave him. It felt as if every nerve in his body is coiled, restless and bracing for something to happen. As such, he's developed an annoying ache across the back of his neck and shoulder which he had to constantly roll in order to dispel some of the built up tension.

It didn't help, so it only made Jungkook endlessly irritated.

Wanting to blow off some of this steam, he had taken to wandering the streets in search of an outlet. Unfortunately, there's only so much he could do given his status in the mortal world. Playing the shoulder devil whispering temptations, tipping the scale between life or death, fortune or misfortune on a person was only fun while it lasted, and Jungkook was a demon who grew bored very easily of those same old basic tricks. Although there's the option of materializing briefly to cause more mischief, it took way too much power to maintain a physical form so at most, he would only be able to have fun messing with one or two souls but not nearly having enough time to really string them along to his heart's content. After all, the thrill of being a demon comes from withering down their prey, dragging them so deep into depravity before they realize it's too late and there's no saving them.

He sighs inwardly, thinking about all the lost potential, especially now that he's in possession of such a fine specimen. How delightful it would be to see the lengths men and women would go to hold onto even a sliver of his attention, to have them so tightly wound around his fingers just to leave them high and dry. Truly, this was the pain of having a great weapon but being unable to use it.

It makes Jungkook consider how more convenient it would be if he had formed contract with someone, similar to what Jimin had done.

Speaking of, he wonders what had become of you and his fellow demon brother, as the last he's heard of either one of you, one was on a war path while the other's aura signature was reduced so greatly that he didn't need to make much of an effort to be scarce. As much as he's tempted to go find out what's become of you both, Jungkook had to hold himself back. He's told himself that after directing you to your lost guardian demon (as you had practically begged him to do), he's vowed to severe his involvement if he knew what was good for him.

Things were obviously only going to get messier, and no doubt he would be catching any of the fallout if he decides to stick around, even if it's just to satisfy his own burning curiousities.

Jungkook continues to wander aimlessly like this, thoughts bouncing from the matters surrounding you pair to toying with the idea of actually finding some hidden cult who's ballsy enough to try a demon summoning (nine times out of ten it's a shoddy job but fuck is it funny to see their faces thinking it had worked, plus he's guaranteed a couple of souls to his count too).

Above, the sun dips in and out continuously, the constant shift in light distracting Jungkook. He watches and notes idly the fast pace in which the clouds travel, how the white wisps grow and the sky begins to look tumultuous until gradually, they become so dense they completely block the sun out altogether. With the warm rays no longer casting down, the world plunges into a gloomy grey overcast.

A frown tugs onto his lips unconsciously, but the premonition of rain was not what troubled him.

He had the mind to quicken his steps when suddenly they falter. It felt like something had told him to stop, so for a moment he stood confused, turning his head in search for a source until Jungkook's gaze stray over to a small, narrow side street. The street looked like a much older part of the city in the style of the buildings; he can't honestly say he's ever noticed this part before so for it to catch his attention....

Jungkook is already taking tentative steps down the rough cobble stone path without realizing, slowly making his way past the few small family owned shops. He's going off solely on this gut-feeling, almost as if in a trance which after blinking, does he notice he's staring at a particular store front of a shop. His brows furrow even more from confusion, not understanding why he was drawn here.

The shop looked like it hadn't been rented out for many years, the paint so worn down and faded that it didn't resemble the rich forest green colour it once was, even peeling in some places to show the wood underneath. The lacquered sign above has also lost its shine, and whatever script that has been written on it has long become indecipherable. Jungkook had to squint just to make out the faint imprint of the letters 'S' and what he thinks might be 'P' and a 'TH'.

Despite the windows being dirtied, he could still tell that inside the shop was nothing but barren space, the wall shelves filled with dust and cobwebs, the tables empty with only traces of the trinkets it once held. Time had let this place be forgotten, erased its name from existing in any memory, yet it's here Jungkook finds himself lingering, wondering why?

What secrets does this place hold?

Naturally, he can't let this anomaly go lest he drives himself mad. Jungkook takes a step towards the shop, a hand outstretched with the intentions of investigating further when from out of his peripheral he sees something. Whipping his head to it, his eyes lock onto a figure standing at the head of the street from where he had came.

The inexplainable driving force he had immediately vanishes, replaced with the sensation of his body going numb all over, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on ends. Not like the presence of this ominous figure on its own incited such a reaction, but it's also in the way it looked.

Tall in such a way that it's imposing, and draped in a pure white cloak, giving away nothing of what lies beneath. The only feature he's able to make out was the golden halo crown encircling it from behind; a stark contrast. There's no questioning whether or not it can be seen by anyone other than himself – this appearance alone clearly did not belong in this world.

It is not of this world.

Jungkook needed to remain calm. He can't afford to let slip that he's unnerved – that's a sure fire way to getting killed first because fear ultimately blinds. Still, he can't stop the tenseness in his shoulders and the ache comes back with a vengeance. Swallowing, Jungkook inhales and jaw clenched, he turns to leave as if having never seen this phantom at all.

His strides are long, determined to put distance between it and himself, all the while his senses are going into overdrive. He's hyper-aware as he swiftly makes his way through narrow streets and alleys, twisting and turning with no rhyme or reason but he already knows he won't be losing this unwanted tail any time soon. So he changes tactics, figuring that he might as well get the jump on it first before giving it the opportunity.

Jungkook apparates out of the alley, appearing in a busy crowded street and just as fast, he changes to a rooftop. Within these few short seconds, he spins on his heels, gathering a fistful of demonic energy in his hand ready to hurl it the moment he sees any hint of white cloth, body instinctively adapting a fighting stance. However, as his piercing topaz eyes dart around, he finds nothing.

The air around him is still, like the overpowering presence had all but disappeared. Down below, he faintly hears the bustling of people, the sound of cars driving by, even now he becomes aware of how hard he's breathing, the adrenaline pumping through his veins has his heart racing.

Still, Jungkook doesn't dare drop his guard, backing away cautiously as if he's on pins and needles. He's focusing all of his senses, trying to pick up anything that might seem strange over the white noise of the city. He listens, until it all goes eerily quiet.

 Jungkook sees before he can react, its speed far more faster than he could have ever anticipated, and all he manages is a sharp, startled gasp. The rest of the air gets blocked by an iron grip around his throat but even then, he's given no time to fully register this as he feels his back crashing into a hard surface with impeccable force and an explosive pain erupts. He chokes on a mouthful of blood.

“Filthy vermin should not waste time struggling so uselessly.”

Jungkook winces, nauseated by the throbbing of his head alone – now he has this voice that seems to be ringing from inside his head.

“The fate of thy life depends on the answer thee giveth me.” The hold tightens and Jungkook swears his neck would give out before he's able to make a sound (how very counter-productive, he thinks in spite of himself).

“Where is he?”

Struggling through the black dots in his vision, Jungkook finally pinpoints the identity of his aggressor. The dry laugh he wanted to let out comes out as a cough but it carries the disbelief and scorn all the same.

White cloak, oppressing aura, immense strength and speed, and a voice that sounded neither man nor woman. There's no mistaken it now.

Fuck, since when was his luck so shit that an archangel finds him first?

-

The clouds had rolled in much faster than Jimin had thought, the sight reminiscent to being under murky waters. He wonders if at this rate, it would darken even further though he supposes he shouldn't bother. After all, this was no mere storm out of the blue.

He raises the cup and takes a sip of his black coffee, closing his eyes as if to savour the bitterness. Jimin doesn't bother to finish the rest of it, even if it's a waste not to. But there's no helping it, not when he was expecting a visitor. He gingerly places the drink aside on the counter first, then redirects his gaze to the large expanse of his windows at a leisurely pace.

There's not a hint of shock as his eyes meet the figure cloaked in white, hovering on the other side of the glass panels. The layers of chiffon flutter softly against the rising winds, the golden glint of each spike on the crown adorning its head menacing, as if it's a weapon in and of itself.

Behind, the sky darkens forbiddingly, and soon after comes the distant rumbling of thunder.

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Stick to Me

Part 2

Male! Merman/ Octoperson x GN! Reader

Warning: Talk of ocean, jumping into the ocean

Word Count: 2081

Part 1

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Vibrant reds, soft pinks, and alluring yellows wrapped around your neck in an alluring manner. The flower’s fragrance drifted from the plant and clung onto your clothes. Even on this foreign land, the flowers made you feel so safe.

The natives of this land were so kind to you. When you explain how you were simply there to talk about the beauty of their land, they were so excited to welcome you. It’s important for the approvals of the natives to enter their land. If they seem hesitant, you don’t push it. Every place that you go is being led by them and you respect their wishes if they say that a certain area is sacred and don’t bother it. They seem to like you a lot more when they saw how respectful you were to their land.

Pulling out the camera one last time, you pointed it to the group of people standing around the docking station. It was kind of a bittersweet moment having to leave them. You grew to love this land and its people, but you had your own life to go back to. There was someone that was waiting on you.

The floor on your boat was surprisingly warm from the rising sun. Puddles sprinkled around the deck with some things moved around.The chair sitting near the railing, overlooking the ocean, was pushed back towards the corner. You had a feeling what it was.

“Loire,” you called out. The sound of something splashing far away caught your ear. You moved downstairs towards your bathroom, which is the only place you know could make that sound. The door was already open allowing you to see in.

Your circular tub was filled to the brim with blue water. Orange tentacles squirmed around in the water and were spilling out of the sides. The torso of the creature was submerged in the water with the head barely above the water. The baby tentacles on his head were pulled up by your black scrunchie.

“Well, I see someone got comfortable,” you teased walking in. Loire’s arms emerged out of water and grabbed the edge of the tub to pull himself up a little. His black eyes glanced over you and a small smile came onto his face.

“You return wearing land plants. Looks beautiful around you,” he whispered. You walked over and sat on the edge of the tub. Your sandals were quick to be kicked off in order to sink your toes into the cool water. “So warm.”

A tentacle wrapped around your right ankle and stuck on. “Can I ask why you decided to take a bath on my boat instead of staying in the ocean?” Loire had stayed by your side for the last couple of months, but he never went onto your boat without you on it.

“I was watching over your pod when a… the creature you identified as dog, I believed, began to make battle cries at your pod,” his shoulder puffed out and his head rose up, “I need to protect your pod, so I swam on and scared it away.”

By the way he’s presenting himself, he obviously thought he did a heroic act by protecting your boat from a dog. He’s so adorable and doesn’t even realize it.

“Thank you, my hero.” You gave his tentacles closest to you a small little pat. The flesh felt so cold and slightly slimy, but you were used to it. The small blue freckles shined brightly as the limb moved to wrap around your hand.

His limbs tugged you forward causing you to almost fall in the tub. You opened your mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a harder pull. Your body lurched forward and you landed in the cold water.

Slender arms wrapped around your waist in order to snuggle up into you. It was so cold but so comforting at the same time. Your body was confused on how to feel.

“Loire?” You lifted your head up to see his face was majority blue. His midnight eyes glances down at you before looking up again. “You good there, buddy? You’re getting a little affectionate.”

He tightened his grip on you and placed his head on top of your head. Multiple limbs wrapped around your legs. “Affection is a part of our situation. Is it not?”

‘Our situation’? He has stated that in his shoal, it’s customary to make sure your actions are equal to others. Since he believes that you saved his life, he wants to make his actions equal. However, you don’t see how that would require affection.

You couldn’t complain though. It’s been a while since you’ve been in the embrace of another. He’s so soft and seems to mold to fit you.

The coolness of the water and the soft flesh of his tentacles slowly massaging your legs made you drift towards sleep. Maybe it was from being the sun for so many days or how… safe you felt in his arms, who knows?

“Hmm, I guess so.”

You awoke to feel a slight dampness surrounding you. You rolled over and pulled the comforter more around you, but you still felt wet. Why was your bed so wet?

Opening your eyes, the light inside of your bedroom was on. You pulled the comforter off of yourself to see that it was wet. Even your clothes were wet. How did you end up in your bed wet?

You remember dozing off on Lorei’s cool chest, but you don’t remember walking to your bed. Did he slither all the way from the bathroom to your bedroom while carrying you? Wow, he’s a lot stronger than you thought.

The cool air nipped at your skin as you hopped out of the bed. There were small little droplets of water all over the floor. However, there was something else that caught your eye. Blue petals littered lowly around your floor and led out to maybe around the main deck.

You followed the path of the flowers and came to the railing of the deck. The moonlight lit the deck in a soft blue light and reflected beautifully over the water. Calm waves pushed against the boat, but it elicited a happy feeling from you.

Grabbing the cold railing, you peaked over the edge of the boat. In the water were full bioluminescent flowers that were a light purple near the center and slowly turned to a dark blue near the edge. All the glowing flowers stayed in a giant circle, were in the middle floated Loire.

His orange skin was tinged with a blue hue from the moonlight and water making him seeing otherworldly. The tiny tentacles on his head were pushed back and seemed to stay there. On some of the tentacles were tiny golden bands. Gold paint was smeared onto his face in a similar manner to tribal marking. A thick line went from behind his pointed ears to the sides of his neck before swirling along his muscular chest.

“Loire, what’s this?” You asked while keeping your grip on the railing. His black eyes stared at you with a sort of hope in them.

“Do you trust me with your life?” His tone was strong and unwavering. The water rolled down his sculpted arms as he raised them up towards you. “Do you… trust me?”

The way he was stating it was like he was expecting you to… jump. But he can’t be serious right. Maybe this was some sort of East Ocean Kingdom joke. He wasn’t expecting you to drop 8 feet into freezing cold water.

His arms dropped a little and you could see the corners of his lips forming a frown. Oh to hell with it.

“You better not let anything happen,” you playfully grumbled. You kicked your left leg over the railing before throwing over the right one. Sitting on the railing with a tight grip on it, you realized that 8 feet seem a lot longer in the dark.

You tore your eyes from the dark murky water to Loire. His eyes were big and wide with happiness as his arms went back to being outreached for you.The tiny tentacles on his hair started to curl around themselves and twitching slightly.

You took a slow breath in before slowly exhaling. Your grip on the railing loosen and body fell forward. Your heart was beating at a hundred miles per hour while your stomach lurched up into your throat. You couldn’t stop your eyes from squeezing shut in fear.

When you were supposed to hit the water, a pair of strong arms cradled under you. An arm wrapped around your upper body while the second one went under your legs. Your body didn’t even touch the water.

Opening your eyes, a pair of black ones stared deeply into yours. A giant smile broke out onto his face as tiny giggles slipped out of him. He dropped his face into your neck and started snuggling into your neck.

“Loire,” you whispered into his ear. He lifted his head away from you and his entire face was dark blue. “Can I get a reason for why you made me jump off of my ship?”

“It’s a custom of my shoal. We must ensure there exists a bond of trust between two creatures before going through with… with the… with the mating ritual. In order for me to ask for you to consider me to be your mate, under the approving gaze of the moon goddess’ eyes, I need to see if I had your trust. And it seems I do.”

The blush had settled down on his face, only allowing you to see his beautiful orange skin. Tiny blue freckles splatted around his cheeks and down his chest. A few of them were hidden under the golden paint.

“Consider you my mate?” You lifted a hand and ran it along his chest. He was cold to the touch, but so firm. You drifted over and touched the paint. It didn’t feel like any paint from the surface.

“Y-yeah. I am bound to you until our actions are equal, but I want to be closer. I want to be yours… and I want you to be mine.” Your fingers were behind his ears now. You moved it until your fingers were at the base of his head.

Your heart was pounding in your chest. You weren’t oblivious. You knew what he meant when he said he wanted to be your mate; he would become the equivalent of your husband. And… you liked that idea. You could imagine spending the rest of this vacation with Loire by your side. And your job allows you to work from home, so you can stay out here with him. You could see your future with Loire by your side.

“I don’t think I could even imagine my life without you at this point,” you muttered hiding your face in his neck. How did you not even notice yourself falling for an octoman?

“Really!” Water splashed on around as Loire began to jump around in the water. You let out a squeal and some laughter at the cool droplets coming onto your skin. His arms around you pulled you closer to him as he spun you around. “I will treat you better than any queen or king you have seen on land or ocean.”

He stopped spinning and snuggled up against you. You leaned forward to press a kiss against the area above his lip. Blue spread against his cheeks as he looked down at you.

Leaning forward, he left barely an inch of space between your lips. Heat spread up your cheeks as you realized what he was planning to do. In his words, “Affection is a part of our situation. Is it not?”

“I’ve been waiting to do this for months,” he growled in your ear. A cold pair of lips were pressed against yours as he pulled you closer to him. The kiss was so soft, but you could feel his love through it.

If a year ago, someone would tell you that you would end up the mate of a half human half octopus, you would have thought they were crazy. But here, under the light of the moon, in the cold water, you couldn’t imagine it any other way.

“Now, let’s get back in your pod so I can warm you up,” he purred, pecking your cheek.

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Here’s that second part I’ve promised. I apologized if it seems a little weird at the end, I’ve started dissociation a little while writing the end. I still push through because I wanted to get this done today, so I can write this new story I’m really looking forward to. 

Anyway, the question for this story is, ‘Would you have jump if Loire asked you to?’ To be honest, I definitely wouldn’t have.Even if I was a foot off the ground, I would have been too scared to. 

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I loved the animal crossing vs karasuno boys hcs u did!! Do u think u could do another one with a different team? Maybe nekoma but u can choose whatever!! Thank u 😊

AAAAAAHHH This has been sitting in my drafts almost-completely finished for MONTHS and I’m FINALLY GONNA POST IT! Thank you for the request, I love Nekoma so, so, so much! (Fukunaga please call me. I’ll do all the talking)

(( Also also since I did all boy villagers in the Karasuno one, this one has all girl villagers))

LONG POST BELOW!

Kuroo Tetsurou

“Celia is so pretty!~ I love her so much!”

Kuroo’s attention snapped to you, doing his best to keep his face neutral as his brain went rocketing off in the worst direction possible. Pretty? Pretty girl? You like a pretty girl?

He had no room to judge, he also liked pretty girls. But there’s no way you liked this pretty girl more than you liked him, right? Right?

He pulled his attention back to the practice match just in time to avoid getting wailed in the face with a volleyball, able to turn it into a clumsy receive at the last possible second. If his teammates noticed, they were at least kind enough not to call him out.

When he sidled up to you at the end of practice he did his best to sound fake concerned, not legitimately worried.

“You replacing me with some cute girl? I could hear you mooning from all the way on the court, you know?”

You just laughed and shook your head, lifting your phone to show a character from the game you and Kenma had been gushing about. Your phone lockscreen had been set to a picture of an, admittedly adorable, cartoon eagle.

“I finally found someone who had Celia in their town. I wanted her so bad!”

Kuroo snorted, ruffling the top of your head. “Well I’m glad you got her. Next time give me a warning before you start going all mushy for video game birds, alright?”

Kai Nobuyuki

“Oh, Lily! Lily, you’re so beautiful!”

Kai barely gave more than a twitch to indicate that he’d heard what you’d said. He’d heard you gush about celebrities or anime characters you’d liked before, but not to the degree that you’d call them just by their first name.

“New favorite character?” He offered, continuing to pack his practice bag and try not to look too curious about who you were fawning over.

Luckily for him, you were more than happy to supply the answer yourself, squiggling under his arm and holding your Switch up to his face so he could see your colorfully-dressed character sitting at a picnic table with an adorable cartoon frog.

“She’s so cute! I can’t believe I got her in my town.” “I didn’t know you liked frogs so much.” He breathed a silent sigh of relief, feeling silly for letting himself worry, even the tiniest bit.

“Yeah, well she’s the cutest frog!”

“Cuter than most frogs I’ve seen.”

Kai fought a smile as you began passionately debating the cuteness of real life frogs, tugging you a little bit closer with his arm.

Yaku Morisuke

“Ah, Cleo! How could anyone ever be so cute?”

Yaku didn’t much enjoy it when you called him cute, but hearing you call somebody else cute was somehow a thousand times worse. He could swear he felt his own blood pressure spike with that sentence alone.

“Ooh! Who’s cute?”

And there’s Lev. So much for his blood pressure.

You held up your phone screen to Lev and he began nodding along in agreement with you, which somehow made Yaku feel even more irritated than he already did. A stray volleyball rolled across the floor near him, and he sent it spiralling into Lev’s lower back with a kick.

“Quit talking about cute girls and focus on your receives, shithead!”

“OWWWW!!! Yaku-senpai, so mean! You could’ve missed! Then how would you feel?”

“Get back on the court, Lev.”

“I’m sorry!” You said when you pulled Yaku aside after practice. “I just was just really excited about Animal Crossing, I didn’t mean to distract Lev.”

“Animal….. Crossing?”

“Yeah! I got a really cute villager!” You held up your phone and showed Yaku a picture of the pastel horse that had just moved into your village.

“...Oh. Cleo.”

“Mhm!... Are you okay? You’re turning a little red. Maybe you should drink some more water.”

Kozume Kenma

“Rosie! Oh, Rosie is definitely best girl.”

Despite being very well-versed in Animal Crossing, it still caught Kenma off-guard for a half a second to hear you so openly mooning about your favorite villager. Luckily for him the two of you had been talking about Animal Crossing since the new game was announced, so he’d had plenty of time to get to know your favorites.

“Did you find someone to trade with you?”

“Yep! I just need to get Egbert to leave so she can move in! Get outta here, chicken!”

Resting his chin on your shoulder, Kenma watched with a small smile as you started building cliffs around the perimeter of Egbert’s house, determined to get him to move away. Maybe someday he’d have to deal with the discomfort of hearing you openly moon about someone attractive. Thankfully, today was not that day.

Fukunaga Shouhei

“You’re so perfect, Ellie! Don’t ever leave!”

Fukunaga glanced at you and quirked an eyebrow, but you were far too immersed in your Switch screen to notice. Your expression had dropped into this soft, moony-eyed gaze, one that Fukunaga wasn’t used to seeing directed at anything that wasn’t him when you thought he wasn’t looking.

It felt… weird.

“Oh! Shouhei, do you wanna see?” You finally seemed to notice him glancing in your direction, scooting over to show off your screen. “Ellie was moving out of Kenma’s town and he let me take her! Isn’t she cute?”

While your character ran circles around the little tan elephant all Shouhei could do was watch you smile with a warm, fuzzy feeling blooming in his chest.

“Second cutest here.” He quietly replied.

Yamamoto Taketora

“Molly! She’s so cute I can’t even handle it!”

Normally Yamamoto would find the idea of you fawning over a cute girl to be equally cute. That way the two of you could fawn over cute girls together!

But it was significantly less fun when it meant that one hundred percent of your attention was on your phone and zero percent of your attention was on him. He spent the majority of the day landing awesome spikes only to snap his attention towards you and see you fully immersed in your phone screen.

Finally his not-so-quiet grumbling about your lack of attention got the better of Kuroo and he hollered over to you, asking what you were looking at. Before Yamamoto could shush him you raised your phone, showing off an adorable cartoon duck.

“I finally got Molly in my town!”

Kuroo burst into laughter as a blush crawled its way across Yamamoto’s face and up to the tips of his ears, taking a swing at Kuroo to try and get him to shut up.

Haiba Lev

“She’s so stoic and cool. How can you not be completely in love with Whitney?”

“I can be stoic and cool.” Lev grumbled.

“She’s got such pretty white hair and sharp eyes.”

“I’ve got white hair and sharp eyes.”

“I should get her some flowers.”

“Can’t you get your boyfriend some flowers?”

“Hm? Lev, hun, did you say something?”

He’d been quietly murmuring under his breath since you started gushing about Animal Crossing but honestly, how could you not? Whitney was one of your dreamies and finally, after many a Nook Mile Ticket spent, you finally had her on your island. Maybe you had been going on about it for a bit, though.

“I’m sorry, Lev! I’m just excited. I wanna know what you said though!”

Lev puffed up, jabbing his thumb into his chest. “I’ve got all those things you love about this Whitney girl so much, so you shouldn’t need anyone else!” You stared at him in disbelief for a long, painfully awkward moment, before snorting hard as you dissolved into laughter.

“H-Hey!”

I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I shouldn’t laugh!” You choke out between giggles, just silently holding up your Switch to Lev’s face to show off your character presenting some roses to a cartoon wolf…

… Named Whitney.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone turn that shade of red before.

“W-W-Well she must be your favorite because she’s so much like me! Right? Right?!”

Good save, Lev. Good save.

Inuoka Sou

“Piper’s just so cool and chill! That’s why she’s my absolute favorite.”

Oh. Oh! You liked cool and chill people? Inuoka had no idea. But that’s okay! He can be cool! He can be chill!

“Dude, you okay? You’re like… Vibrating.”

At least, that’s what Inuoka had thought at the beginning of the day. Truthfully he had no skill when it came to containing his energy, especially since every time he saw you it felt like his heart was doing the equivalent of spam texting you a dozen lines of heart emojis. By the time he had gotten to the end of practice he felt jittery and uncomfortable, like he’d been holding a lid down on a boiling pot of water. He just hadn’t been acknowledging it until Yamamoto pointed it out.

“Sou?” You had been waiting for him outside the gym! Waiting! For him! His heart felt like it did a kickflip off the inside of his ribcage as he enveloped you in a hug.

“I tried! I tried to be calm and chill like you like but I just can’t do it! And whenever I see you my heart goes a RAAAAAHHH so it’s basically impossible anyway! I hope you don’t mind!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hang on.” You cupped his face in your hands and he melted into your hold, smiling like an idiot. “When did I say I like calm, chill guys?”

“This morning, you were talking about some girl named Piper and you said she was so calm and cool and that's why you liked her so I thought if I could be like that you’d like me more too and-”

You pressed a finger to his lips and he couldn’t help but sigh, turning to putty at your merest touch.

“Babe, I was talking about a character from my game! You know, the one with all the animals?”

“Really?”

“Really?”

“So I don’t need to act all calm and cool for you to like me?”

“Of course not! I love you just the way you are.”

“Heehee~… I feel a little silly.”

“You are a little silly, babe.”

Shibayama Yuuki

“I’m in love! Flora is so perfect! I’ve never loved so much in my life!”

Shibayama stumbled over his own two feet when he heard you professing your love of this ‘Flora’ to one of your classmates during lunch. Glancing just around the door to your classroom, you were holding your phone in one hand and wildly gesturing with the other, leaving your friend chuckling at your excited antics.

He felt an uncomfortable sort of chill in the pit of his stomach, making his just-eaten lunch feel more than a bit unwelcome. Did you even like this Flora more than...him?

It was easy to tell that Shibayama was a bit out of it at practice, doing his best to stay focused but still uncharacteristically quiet. It wasn’t until you met him after practice to walk home that everything was cleared up to him.

“S-So, um… Who’s Flora?”

“Huh? Oh! Oh, lemme show you!”

You pulled out your Switch and ran your little character over to a flamingo and began talking to her, and Shibayama felt all the tension in his body rush out in a single breath. He let out a small chuckle as you fawned over the character.

“Yeah, she’s pretty cute!”

[whilemysitar-gentlyweeps]

And He’s My Teacher

Chapter 2: Hell is the equivalent to a classroom

{Masterlist}

"I'm in the right classroom, correct?" I asked the closest boy next to me, Jason Bryce.

"Yeah, new teacher, names John or something, but we have to address him as Mr. Lennon," Informed Jason, with a hint of a posh accent thrown into his tone.

"What happened to Mr. Plant?" I kept my sight glued on the man who hasn't noticed the awkward girl, or rather, me.

"Dunno, got fired I bet, his hair may have been to hot for you chicks to handle," He smirked.

"W-wait, you said, Lennon, right?" My eyes enlarged.

"Yes, why?" Now it was his turn to ask the questions.

"No, reason," I shuddered.

In fact, there was a reason. In fact, that reason was a large one. And in fact, I was already going to dread and despise this class.

"Would ye two please stop chattering and-" Mr Lennon looked up, his fan turned ghost-white, his stare on me intensified. He opened his mouth, about to say something, yet luckily for me he shut it. His focus was all on me. He was starring at my ginger hair, emerald upturned eyes, piercings, short skirt with a small little white stain on it. His eyes scanned to my crop top, which showed parts of my pink bra. My socks were knee high, my shoes were black flats. He was taking in every detail of my appearance, and he knew I was noticing him.

"Get to your seats, both of ye," Same Scouse accent I remembered. Same messy hairstyle, same narrow eyes, same dark iris, even the same derp grin.

"Fine," I rolled my eyes, walking over to the isle between the rows of seats. Hazal waved me over to her direction, so I followed of course. Slouching into the seat, taking out my essentials. Which included my pencil, and a piece of lined paper. I wasn't unprepared, I just thought logically.

No one was in the blue desk in front of mine, so I propped my feat on the seat's head. Hazal let out a chuckle at my actions, making me wink at her.

"Miss Martin, may I ask why ye have yer feet on the desk," He stared at me. His hands were on his rather large hips.

"But you just did,"

The room erupted with the sounds of 'oo's" furthermore proving how immature we were. Eyes were on me and Mr Lennon, heads were whipping from him to me. And I was enjoying every second of it.

"Well then, yer right, I'm not questioning ye any further Miss Martin," He shrugged, moving on to his lesson plans.

"Uhm excuse me, Mr Lennon?" My eyes scanned over towards Missy Jones, her hand was raised high, and her chest was puffed out. She was wearing her signature pink lip gloss, berets in her bleach blonde hair, and skimpy clothing. Everyone else in the school knew she was a tease and a hoe. But did she embrace it? No, she denied it. And I frankly have no respect for pretending to be somebody you are not.

"Yes, Miss Jones?" He turned around from the chalkboard.

"How old are you?" She bit her lip, leaning forward on her desk, very much knowing the position her breasts were now in.

"36, why?" He smirked, crossing his arms whilst he leaned against the board.

"You just look super good for your age," She blushed, shifting her body weight towards Amelia Hawkins.

"Thank you," He smiled, "Now back to the lesson," He turned around, resuming where he had left off.

I watched as he paced around the room, calmly. His hands would be thrown into the air when he would speak about something. His hair became sloppier than I thought it could get, but hey I was wrong. His eyes had bags under them, his lips were quite thin. You could barely see his eyelashes. I wanted to hand the man some mascara, but I wouldn't want him touching my stuff.

I'll give him credit however, it was truly amazing how indulged he was with his lessons. His words of jibberish just flew one ear and out the other for me though.

"What's he even talking about," I whisper in Hazal's ear.

"Not sure, I'm too focused on his pants at the moment," She looked my way with a smirk. My eyes soon lowered towards his crotch, yet not seeing a bulge of any kind.

"But he doesn't have a boner?" I turned to her again.

"Who doesn't have a boner Miss. Jones?"

Feelings of itchy-ness had burst inside my body, burning in my skin. All eyes were on me, but I repaid their attention with a smirk.

"I don't have a boner Lennon," My thin pencil found it's way to my mouth, I bit it slightly, tapping my foot with a tempo on the seat.

"Ye will address me as Mr Lennon, or face the consequences and get a week of detention with me," He warned, narrowing his focus at me.

"Oh let Missy have detention, that way she can fuck you," I winked, watching Missy boil up with anger.

"If I hear one more peep out of ye Miss. Jones, I'll send ye over to Mr. Rob-i-soon, understood?"

"Sir, I think ye mean Robinson," I chuckled, beaming with the pride in my gut.

"OKAY OUT OF THE CLASSROOM-" He began

"Oh uh Mr Lennon, your fly is down,"Interrupted Hazal. She dragged her finger in the air, pointing to his crotch.

His fly wasn't down, but it gave me just enough time to flee class without him catching me right when I was doing so. I could always thank Hazal for thinking on her small feet.

Racing down the isle felt rebellious for some odd reason, and I was loving every small second of it. I swung the door open, hearing him holler. Luckily for me, his hollers were cut short by the ear raping sound of the bell.

A/n: Yes I am fully aware John did NOT look like that when he was 36, I just find his 1965 look so attractive

[the-omni-princess]

Blood Bound [Chapter Six]

Author: @the-omni-princess

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky x Witch!Reader

Summary: Vampires and witches have been known enemies since the dark ages. Backstabbing, secrets, and magic turned supernatural brethren again each other. As a natural-born witch, you grew up on these stories, your own monsters under your bed. What happens when one of those sworn enemies claims that you are his blood mate, the vampire equivalent of a true mate? Will you give in to this man out of time? Or destroy him for the sake of your Coven?

Word Count: 3.7K

Warnings: fluff, angst, first time meetings, minor character death, minor injuries, near death, vampire stuff, blood, sacrifices, cursing, mature talk, sex talk (I think this is all the warnings if I missed something please let me know)

A/N:

Also, how do people like the “previously on” bit? Should I just erase it? Stop using it? (I don’t use the previously for word counts)

Also, AHHHHH my fav chapter so far, finally enough build-up TO DO SOEMTHIGN

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[Series Masterlist]  [My Masterlist] [Playlist Inspired by the Series]

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Previously…

“Holy shit, I died in the Salem Witch Trials,” your voice rang out throughout the room. Bucky squeezed your hands gently, and you let him act as your tether to the mortal whelm. “We were killed by the very Council that had sworn to protect all witches, and you were saved by the vampires we were told by them to fear.”

“Well, this is just getting deeper and deeper. Before you know it, you’ll be telling me the Coven to the North died because they found out the Council has been killing Naturals.” Tony quipped from the side of the room.

The room froze, taking in the statement. “Well, it would explain a lot,” you murmured. “They were getting powerful, and dominant witches who don’t need as much energy to have magic aren’t easy to control.” That was the last connecting dot. The darkness in the distance wasn’t just some mythical monster. It was the very same man that stood in your living room and drank your tea just an hour ago.

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“But all of that leads to the question of, where are Nebula and Gamora? Their bodies weren’t found with the Mountain Coven.” Maria rubbed behind Sasha’s ears, enjoying the cat’s insistent purring as she curled up on her lap.

“Mountains… Oh shit, if the Council is going to start investigating the Mountains, I need to warn Steve and Sam. Our hotel is right at the base of the mountains, the Council will blame us first.” Bucky’s grip on your hand faltered, nervously tapping his foot.

“That’s less than an hour away right? Go, bring them here.” It was a simple solution, and yet you had multiple people against it.

“We are not housing the bloodsuckers, y/n. No damn way.” Carol stood, puffing up her chest. It was most likely unconscious, as she tried to assert dominance, but you weren’t buying that.

“Listen, you trust me, I trust Bucky, Bucky trusts these two. The Council will murder them for even being in the vicinity of the Coven’s murders. Please, we have to. They’re his family.” Your hands started to spark, your emotions rising as you tried to plead with your sisters.

Most of them were not going to be happy about housing vampires, so you tried one last thing. “We have to be different than the Council.” That had Wanda and Maria turning away, Maria focusing solely on the cat, and Wanda finding the book she held open very interesting. Natasha and Pepper both were proud of you standing up for your Blood Mate, though the later still thought you were insane.

Carol had calmed down, enough that she saw your hands sparking, to which Bucky had no issue with. The usual burning sparks didn’t affect him as he gladly held onto you. That wasn’t supposed to happen. But at this point, it was going to join a long list of ‘things that were supposed to be impossible,’ right under reincarnation. She sighed softly, running her hand through her short hair before placing both hands in her overall pockets. “Fine. But I still don’t trust them.” She warned, narrowing her eyes at him.

Despite the literal death looks, Bucky beamed a goofy smile, elated to earn the, though hesitant, trust of your Coven. Looking up at him, your heart melted. Seeing his crystal clue eyes sparkle as he smiled made you wonder why the Council even started to hate Vampires in the first place. “Go. I’ll be here, waiting.”

“I’ll be just a minute. Promise, Sweetling,” he grinned, a peak of his fangs showing in his smile as he leaned slightly down and kissed your temple before rushing off.

“Okay, well how can I hate him if he’s that adorable?” Tony whined, wanting the attention he was currently lacking.

“You literally wanted to kill him twenty minutes ago, Tones,” you gave him a pointed look.

He simply shrugged, “That’s before he was calling you sweet names. I’m only protecting you, kid.”

You shot him an appreciative smile before pulling the book Wanda had shown you closer. God, that drawing did look like you. Charcoal with yellow aging lines in the paper, a few smudges, but it most definitely looked like you but in a pilgrim dress, complete with a bonnet covering your hair. While you grazed through the surrounding paragraphs, Bucky had arrived again, this time flanked by two very nervous looking vampires.

Now set on edge, the entire Coven was tense, staring down the newcomers. You stepped forward, giving them a small smile and stretching out your hand towards them. “Hello, welcome to my home, I’m y/n.”

The two new vamps gave each other a look before the darker-skinned man stepped forward. He took your hand and bowed, locking eyes with you as he kissed your knuckles. “A pleasure to meet you, miss. I’m Sam, and the blonde idiot behind me is Steve,” he smiled warmly, a hint of fangs peaking behind his lips.

You blinked a few times, unsure how to react before Bucky thankfully took over. “Okay, okay, we get it, you have good manners. Hands off my girl, or I’ll get the silver,” he growled playfully, taking your hand from Sam and pulling you against his chest protectively. You blushed, tugging yourself away while giving him a glare before looking towards the two new vampires, unsure how to explain the insanity that was currently your life.

The blonde, Steve, took a step forward, hands in his pocket as he assessed you with a once over. “So, you’re the infamous Theodosia?” He wondered aloud.

Sparks lit up behind your eyes for a split second, “Is there a problem with that?” You challenged, squaring your shoulders and standing a little straighter, chin a little higher. You wouldn’t admit it, but Steve was intimidating; tall, broad shoulders and the knowledge that human killing fangs were just beneath those plush lips gave him a darker aura. Yet you had a strong feeling he was just as much of a puppy dog as Bucky was so you didn’t let your fear show.

Steve smirked faintly, relaxing, “None at all. Just curious is all. I’ve always wondered about the woman Buck would talk about in his sleep.” Bucky went red at the statement, glaring daggers at his packmate.

You couldn’t help but laugh, smiling warmly. “Well, make yourself at home. Look out for Tony, he bites. If you need me, I’ll be looking for more spells for memory loss, or information on the Council, or on Soul Bindings,” you turned, Tony growling at the two, picking up a new book and plopping down on the windowsill. You frowned, quickly scanning through the pages, most of the Coven either joining you in looking for more information or in Carol’s case, practically interrogating Steve and Sam.

Bucky sat beside you, and you, not wanting to get distracted, kept flipping through pages while biting your lip. He slowly leaned his head against your shoulder, “You look cute when you're worried,” he murmured.

You couldn’t stop the smile from appearing on your face, “Well, I am worried. I’m hoping for some sort of improving memories spell. I want to remember you. Fully. Not just glimpses of the life we used to share.” You sighed softly, closing one book to open another. “I don’t want you to forget me again,” you admitted in a soft voice. It was selfish, after all, he didn’t choose to be turned, and yet, you were horrified this was all some joke. That you were being too trusting, or that it was all too good to be true, or, worse, there was something bigger and darker hiding in the shadows about to strike.

“I’m scared I’ll forget you too,” he admitted softly. Pausing between pages, the library now mostly empty, only Natasha quietly flipping through pages on the sofa, it felt more intimate. “I’m terrified. I just found you, I’m finally remembering again, and yet, I’m immortal. I’m just going to lose you again.”

Turning towards him, you tilted his chin up before cupping his cheek. His eyes fluttered closed as he leaned against your touch. “I’m not going anywhere, James. We’ll figure this out, I promise.” He nodded faintly, losing himself to your touch, smiling warmly. “You don’t want to turn me, do you?” You questioned lightly.

“God no. I wouldn’t wish this curse upon my worst enemy. I want you to live a long healthy, normal life.” He quickly responded.

“Alright, relax vampy, it was only a question,” you teased.

Comfortable silence surrounded you two, content in simply existing beside each other. You ran your hand through his hair tenderly, letting him lean against you as you skimmed pages. Hours passed like this, quiet and searching, satisfied in the small moments. You didn’t learn much, not enough information was being written about Naturals, and even less so about Soul Bound Naturals, but you got the jest. Powerful alone and lethal together. Threatening one tended to make the other go wild. Hurting one hurt the other. They were each other’s greatest strength and worst weakness. You also had read up on vampire history, learning a bit more about your current nap buddy. Speaking of, you were also fairly sure Bucky had fallen asleep against you, not that you minded much. You realized this morning he must not have fed in a while, and he must be drained. You absentmindedly started thinking of how to bring up the subject of feeding to him.

A sharp crash in the other room had both of you jumping to your feet. You must have dozed off, the book you were reading was on the ground, and your hair mused. Sharing a look, the two of you rushed to the sound, keeping pressed to the walls.

A Council Member, Jack Rollins, stood there, a dagger pressed against Maria’s throat. You froze in the doorway, just out of sight, pressing your hand against Bucky, pushing him back through the door. Rollins was surrounded by the Coven, each with eyes burning straight into the man before them. Tony had his fangs bared, Sam and Steve beside him, fangs also bared, eyes red. Maria herself looked almost bored, rolling her eyes at the man’s threats, despite the blade against her throat.

“This isn’t that difficult, just give us the girl and her little Leech and we can get this over with. She’s a traitor who worked with bloodsuckers to kill the Mountain Coven, last chance. Turn her in.” He warned, a sick smile on his face as the dagger dug into Maria’s throat, making her whimper softly as the knife dug deeper, a trickle of blood dripping down her neck.

“She’s not here, just leave Maria alone!” Wanda’s eyes glowed red, hands swirling in burgundy, the Coven beside her, each witch faintly glowing in power, standing their ground.

“It’s either her or this little witch,” the man snarled, taking a step back and dragging Maria by her hair.

“Stay here, please,” you begged Bucky.

He gave you a glare, whisper yelling a response. “Fuck no, I can’t just-“

“Bucky, please. They’ll need you to figure out the memories, I can handle him.” You insisted, eyes boring into him, pleading for him to understand.

He finally nodded, albeit, hesitantly. “Please stay safe, Little Witch,” he murmured, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. The air was tense, his face only centimeters away from yours, and if Maria wasn’t about to get her throat slit in the other room, you would probably have had enough guts to kiss him. And yet, Maria needed you. Your Coven needed you.

Taking a step into the room, you let your electricity crawl up your spine, down your palms, the sparks gathering everyone’s attention. “Hey asshole, I’m right here. Let her go and get out of my house.” The sparks turned hot blue, your eyes most likely reflected the same color.

He simply laughed, tugging Maria against his chest as a human shield. “Where’s your little Blood Sucker? Got rid of you that easy? Eh, whatever, doesn’t matter. Let’s go, Natural.”

You swallowed against the bile in your throat. Him saying that out loud send a wave of anxiety through your body. “Let. Her. Go.” You countered.

He tossed a pair of cuffs at you, and you caught them easily, making sure they didn’t fall to the ground. “Wear those first.”

“Cuffs? Kinky, but I’m seriously not interested in you like that. Sorry, Darlin’”

“They’re power dampeners. Either put them on and come with me, or witchy savior here will be a reenactment of the Red Wedding,” he responded, growing frustrated.

Seeing no choice, and pointedly ignoring your sisters, you put the cuffs on, the sparks from your body dying out with a fizzle. Your coven had protected you since you were little, it was time to take responsibility. It was time to protect them. It was an easy decision really, you would die for your sisters without a second thought. “All cuffed up, my safe word is Pumpernickle. Now, let my sister go.”

He simply replied with a wicked smirk, the silver dagger moving away from Maria as he tossed her aside. Rough calloused hands grabbed onto you, the knife now lodged against your throat. “Sorry, not into knife play, darlin’” you snarled, squirming in his grip.

“God, do you ever shut up?!” He scowled, clearly getting more agitated.

“Nope, and you didn’t bring a gag so you're out of luck!” You ignored the faint burn of the dagger as it turned into your neck.

“Hush, unless you want your coven to know what the inside of your throat looks like,” he growled into your ear, fear shooting through your body. Nat took a step forward, gripping her own knives. “Take another step and she won’t be the only witch I kill tonight,” he warned. “Let’s go, fight and I’ll just pick one of them,” he nodded towards the vampires. He dragged you backward and at the last moment, Natasha took another careful step forward.

Time seemed to slow as you watched in horror. Rollins threw the knife, with absolute precision. It hurled towards Natasha, and yet a blur intersected its path towards its target. Bucky fell to the ground, the silver dagger buried in his chest, graphite grey veins and skin starting to grow outwards from the wound. Silver could kill vampires.

You cried out, a feral screech clawing from your throat as you let your emotions consume you. Electricity crackled, and you abruptly realized the cuffs around your wrists were broken and smoking on the ground at your feet. Agony shot through your chest as you leaped forward, kneeling beside Bucky.

“No, no, no, no. Why would you do that, you absolute idiot!” You cried out, tugging him into your body protectively, your hands struggling to find purchase near the blade. His own body was unaffected by the electricity sparking in your hands as you lost control. Vampires didn’t bleed, but they could turn ashen and die. And as Bucky started to turn grey, his veins turning lead, you realized this could be it. He would die trying to protect your Coven from the people who took you from him in the first place.

“I know what it’s like to lose family, y/n…” He gulped faintly, words starting to slur as he pulled the dagger out, tossing it aside. “Losing your Coven would devastate you. I couldn’t let you live like that.” He tenderly pushed a curl of hair behind your ear before running his thumb across your cheekbone.

Your vision blurred, practically sobbing as you held his hand closer to your face. “But I can’t lose you when we just found each other again. James, please,” you pleaded, your hands starting to tremble. Agonizing anguish started to fill your chest, and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You tried to keep calm, tried to think of ways to fix this.

“You always were the stronger one, Theo. I promised to keep you safe, and yet you protected yourself. You’re strong, Little Witch. You’ll move on just fine without me,” His voice was getting weaker, and you were vaguely aware of Nat trying to calm you with her powers from across the room, and the fact that where Rollins was standing there was only a pile of ash and scorch marks on the carpet.

“But I don’t want to. Bucky, please,” you pleaded, hot wet tears streaming your cheeks. “Not without you.” You were most definitely shaking now, grief clouding your mind. “I haven’t told you that I’m falling in love with you. This lifetime, right here, right now. My goofy and mischievous, tenderhearted vampire.” You murmured, his cool hand pressed against your cheek. The words echoed in your ears. Vampire. “James?”

Your voice was meek, and his hand twitched, weak in your arms as he replied. “Yes, Little Witch?”

“Fed from me,” you whispered.

“I can’t use you like that…” he groaned softly, the grey veins climbing his neck. “I might not be able to stop, Y/n,” he warned.

You nodded, sniffling softly. “I trust you, Bucky. The ultimate trust, right? I trust you to stop, and even if you don’t…” The words were unspoken but were understood between the two of you. ‘I would die for you.’

“Okay, Sweetling,” he conceded, body too weak to fight your stubbornness.

You raised your wrist to his mouth, “All yours, Angel Eyes,” you whispered softly. He kissed your pulse point, sending a shiver down your spine. For a starving and dying vampire, he showed an immense amount of restraint and control. The artery in his neck turned light grey, the strain shown in his features. You glanced at your coven sisters, all of which were showing a variety of reactions. Mostly surprise you would do this, but Nat and you locked eyes. She could always feel your emotions the best out of the entire coven, and now all she felt was desperation and hope, yet she also felt an unspoken emotion. Love.

Looking back down at Bucky as he bared his fangs, he looked up at you before sinking them into your wrist, his vampire instincts taking over as he slowly drank from your lifeline. The coloring returned to his face, grey lines and skin disappearing completely. But he kept drinking, practically growling into your arm as his eyes flashed red before closing them, concentrated in what he was doing. You ran your free hand through his hair weakly as black spots filled your vision. “I love you, Bucky,” you murmured incoherently just as the black abyss pulled you into unconsciousness. An overwhelming sense of calm filling you.

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Soft, enchanting humming pulled you into the world of the living. The velvet cushioning of your favorite blanket was wrapped around you, a cool arm draped across your waist, your face pressed into a chilled body. Even groggy you realized exactly who it was, and you didn’t hesitate to nuzzle deeper into his arms.

“James,” you murmured, your voice sounded raspy, wrecked. You most unquestionably noticed the satisfying feeling in your chest, as if being wrapped in his arms was the only place on Earth you belonged in.

“I’m sorry, Little Witch. I should have stopped sooner,” he whispered softly. You noticed he was playing with the ends of your hair, twirling the curls around his finger.

“I told you,” you managed to speak in a small voice, “I trusted you to stop. Even if you didn’t, I made that choice.”

He chuckled faintly, “Thought Tony was going to murder me, definitely looked ready to. Natasha stopped him, said you felt at peace.” He sighed as he pulled away gently, tilting your chin up to lock eyes with him. You absentmindedly noticed you were alone in your room, laying on top of the covers of your bed, contentedly cuddled close. “You were ready to die to save me.”

“You were dying to save my Coven sister.” You let your eyes close as you leaned against his touch, your own hands pressed against his chest. “I would blame it on my emotions, but I would do it again without hesitation.” You smiled faintly into his touch, kissing his palm that rested against your cheek. “My Angel Eyes.”

Your eyes fluttered open, everything felt at ease with him here. You caught him glancing down at your lips, making your smile widen. “Bucky?” He hummed in response as you leaned your forehead against his. “Please kiss me.”

His responding smile set your heart on fire. “As you wish, Sweetling,” he murmured, closing the distance and kissing you. He held your face in his hands tenderly, his own soft lips perfectly slotting against your own. You leaned forward as you deepened the kiss, running your tongue along his bottom lip. He groaned softly in response, pushing forward as he took control of the kiss, which sent a warm spark down your spine. His breathing hitched, and beneath your fingertips, you felt a small thump. You both froze, eyes widening as you pulled away.

“Did… Did your heart just beat?” you murmured softly, trying not to notice how his lips were starting to get kiss swollen.

He nodded, eyes just as wide as yours. “I thought I imagined that.”

You shook your head, the words of one of the Binding books coming back to you. “Bound are each other’s strengths and weaknesses. A heartbeat is a weakness for a vamp.” You tried to reason.

He chuckled, “And here I thought I was going to reason that you’re my life and found your way back to me.”

Blushing, you couldn’t stop the smile from lighting up your features. You also finally realized you were all alone, the house quiet. “How long was I out?”

“A few hours. Everyone went to Pepper’s house. Wanda said something about giving us space.” He shrugged, still busy thinking about the implications of a heartbeat. Was he becoming alive again?

“Hey, Bucky?” You whispered softly.

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me again.” He obliged, closing the distance to kiss you again. He was the one to deepen the kiss first, gentle yet dominating, demanding your full attention. You got lost in his touch, pressed against him as his hand around your waist pulled you tighter against him. “James,” you practically purred against his lips.

He groaned softly, smirking. “I love it when you say my name.” His lips brushed against yours, easily pulling your mouth back on his.

“Then I’ll keep saying it, Angel Eyes,” you murmured, pulling far enough off of him to run a hand through his fluffed up and mused hair. He groaned softly, making you grin as you lightly traced your fingertips against his scalp. “I want to remember, Bucky. Help me remember and I help you remember? All of it? From the beginning? I know a witch from another Coven who can help us.”

He leaned his forehead against yours, lips brushing past yours as he nodded. “All of it, Sweetling. From the beginning. And Theo?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.”

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[the--sound-of-tomorrow]

I know you love Jonspine

"Go talk to him," Rabbit urged pushing Jon's back.

"But I'm nervous! What if I mess up- or or say something dumb, I always say dumb things when I'm nervous! And I'm so nervous!" Jon squeezed the bouquet in his hands in terror.

"You always say dumb things, it's charming, go tell him!" Rabbit said in a loud whisper. 

"I- okay! I'll do it, I'll try…" Jon puffed up his chest and let out a puff of steam in a sigh and went to knock on the door of The Spine's room.

He held the (slightly squished) bouquet behind his back nervously, repeating a script in his head.

"Hey Spine I wanted to ask you to go on a date, hello Spine I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go on a date, spine, I wanted to know if you want to-" 

"If I'd want to what?" Spine asked opening the door and looking down on the little robot with a raised brow.

"If you'd want to- uh- I wanted to- if you'd be interested maybe if we could-" Jon took a step backwards nervously, tripping on his own shoelace and sending his bouquet flying as he toppled onto his back. 

"Jon! Oh goodness are you okay?" Spine asked, kneeling down next to Jon.

"I'm fine, leave me to die here, let the steam powered wolves eat my flesh," Jon groaned, taking his hat to cover his face.

Spine chuckled, looking over at the bunch of flowers Jon dropped when he fell, he picked them up and held them out to Jon with a gentle smile.

"I think you dropped these?" Jon peaked out from under his hat, groaning again. 

"They're for you," he said quietly. Spine stopped in his surprise, looking at the messy bouquet. 

"They're beautiful Jon," he said with a fond sigh. "Was this related to what you were asking me?" 

Jon nodded nervously.

Spine thought for a moment before releasing steam in the robot equivalent of a blush. 

"Can you come out of the little hat of yours?" Spine asked nicely. Jon lifted his hat off his face and sat up. 

"I'm sorr-" Spine cut him off by kissing him gently. 

"I- what?" Jon asked with a stunned smile.

"I was wondering, Jon, if you'd like to go on a date with me?" Spine asked with a smirk, holding out the bouquet. 

"I-" Jon laughed giddily and kissed Spine again. "Yes please."

They stared into each other's eyes for a moment before bursting into laughter and kissing once more. Rabbit left her hiding spot behind a corner, satisfied that her friends would have fun.

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[thegalacticmoth]

Sanders Sides: Tangled AU (LAMP/CALM)

Chapter 10

I sure do suck at updating don’t I.

Well, I’ll try to update again soon, I’m sorry for the long wait.

-The next morning-

Roman hummed softly as he shifted, slowly beginning to wake up due to something wet dripping on his face that stirred him from his slumber.

He sluggishly blinked his eyes open, quickly shutting them with a small grunt as the the bright shining sun burned his eyes.

After a few seconds he opened his eyes again, squinting in the sunlight this time.

He felt something shift against his chest, prompting him to look down, ignoring what had originally woke him up.

His face flushed bright red at what he saw. He even blinked a few times just to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

There was Virgil, his back pressed to Roman's chest with Roman's arms wrapped around his waist and hips, with his face pressed up against Patton's neck, tucked under the other teen's chin.

both of them still sleeping soundly, and they looked so cute that Roman could have been happy to just lay there and look at them for the rest of the day if that wasn't slightly creepy.

His eyes caught onto a pair of pale arms wrapped around Patton's waist from behind the small male, and he smiled, knowing it was Logan, the taller teen most likely having wrapped his arms around him in his sleep like Roman probably had to Virgil.

He felt another drip of water fall on his face, followed by a huff that prompted him to look upwards.

He turned his head, only to meet the snout of a dripping wet horse, who was huffing and puffing at him angrily, the trickle of water from his snout dripping onto his cheek every few seconds or so.

Roman -his better judgment nonexistent in his sleepy and content state- stared up at the horse for another few seconds before snuggling closer to Virgil.

"Well I hope you're here to apologize." He mumbled softly as he closed his eyes and held the still sleeping Virgil tighter, burring his face into the younger boy's soft hair.

.

.

.

Patton was startled awake by a, unfortunately, familiar shriek cutting through the crisp morning air.

He jerked up into a sitting position and looked towards the source, his eyes widening as he saw Roman shrieking and being dragged away by the horse that had been chasing them the day before, his boot gripped firmly in the horses mouth.

Both the shriek and all the moving had woken Logan and Virgil, who also quickly sat up and watching as Patton scrambled forwards, grabbing onto Romans arms, prompting the the other two to quickly move forward try to help as well.

"Let go of him!" Patton said as he pulled Roman with the help of Logan and Virgil, grabbing his forearms while both Virgil and Logan each grabbed one of his hands.

The horse didn't budge though, only pulling harder until Romans boot popped off, causing him to jerk forward and knock both Logan and Patton down as he crashed into them.

The horse spat out the boot and reared up with the horses equivalent of a battle cry.

But suddenly Virgil was there, standing in front of the horse with his hands out, trying to block him from getting to the others while also trying to calm the horse down.

"Woah woah woah woah woah woah," he said with wide eyes as he moved around jerkily so that he was always in front of the horse, despite it trying its best to get around him to the other three.

He hadn't been thinking, and just sort of jumped out and in the way. He only realized after how stupidly lucky he was that the horse didn't slam down and practically crush him.

"Easy, easy," he muttered softly as the horse finally calmed down somewhat.

"That's it." He said quietly as he slowly lower his hands.

He glanced back and saw the three standing a few yards behind him, Roman standing in front of Logan and Patton in a protective manner, despite the, although well hidden, fear on his face.

Virgil turned to look back at the horse, who was glaring over Virgil's shoulder at the three thieves.

"Okay..." Virgil glanced down at the name printed across the horses harness.

"Okay, Thomas," he said slowly."you seem to be a very smart horse, so I'm going to offer you a deal." He said slowly, not taking his eyes off the horse as the much larger creature turned to look at him.

"Today is, well, it's really important to me," he began."and I kinda need these guys to help me, so I sorta need you to not get them arrested." He said, trying to sound as sweet as he could, although he'd never been good at that, or at least father had been good as not succumbing to Virgil's pleading and desires when he tried to sound overly sweet and used puppy-dog eyes as a child.

The horse, Thomas, huffed at him and returned to glaring over his shoulder at the other three.

"But," Virgil quickly added, regaining the horses attention."If you don't arrest them, then we'll get you, um, apples and carrots? A-and, um, anything else that you might want." He said with a weak shrug.

Thomas seemed to be slightly tempted by the offer, but wasn't near convinced enough.

"And, it's uh kinda my birthday and all, so I'd, um, I'd really appreciate it if you didn't you know, ruin the most, um, the most important day of my life." He added, looking at him hopefully.

Thomas stared at him as he weighed the pros and cons in his head, before closing his eyes and sighing as he sat down like a dog, nodding his head in agreement.

Virgil relaxed and sighed in relief and muttered a small thank you to Thomas before turning to look at the other three behind him.

"It's okay now, he's not going to do anything for at least the rest of the day." He said as he gave them a small smile, which Patton returned, although his was bigger.

"Oh good," Patton said. "that makes getting to the kingdom easier." He said.

"Agreed," Logan said. "Now that we are no longer behind chased by, erm, Thomas, we will have a much easier and quicker time getting to the kingdom." He said, nodding in agreement.

"Um, not that I'm not happy with the whole 'no longer being chased thing', but could I get my boot back?" Roman asked as he looked at the boot that was behind Thomas.

Said horse huffed and moved out of the way so Roman could get by.

They eventually began to continue walking to the king dorm, after Roman had gotten his boot, after they'd all eaten a small breakfast of black berries, and repacked all of their stuff.

They walked in silence for the most part, chatting a bit every now and then, and also pointing out new things to Virgil just like they had the day before.

Eventually, after making it out of the woods, they came up to a very large and sturdy stone bridge, across from which towered the beautiful kingdom of Corona.

Virgil's eyes lit up as soon as he saw the glittering city in front of them, both excitement and anxiety coursing through him as he and the others stepped on to the bridge and began to cross over.

The other three followed him, each smiling fondly at his excitement, although they were also sticking close to one another and keeping their eyes out for any guards, still worried about the threat of being arrested.

They followed Virgil into the bustling streets, the air filled with excitement for the day of festivities before them.

Patton, as the group walked, spotted a group of girls braiding each other's hair, and then looked back at Virgil before looking at them again, before a large grin split across his face as he noticed Virgil looking at them as well.

Virgil startled slightly as he felt Paton wrap both his arms around Virgil's left arm, pulling him to a stop. He looked at Patton curiously with a small frown. "Is something wrong?" He asked.

Patton beamed at him and shook his head. "No no, nothings wrong, but I was just wondering if I could braid your hair?" He asked turning to glance back over at the little girls braiding each others hair.

"Um, s-sure I guess?" Virgil said as he also glanced back over at the girls, blushing a little bit.

Patton's grin somehow managed to grow bigger, and he turned to Roman and Logan.

"Can you guys go find some ribbons and some flowers please?" He asked. "Maybe some purple or yellow colors?" He added.

The other two agreed to go look for some flowers and ribbons for Patton to use as decorations for Virgil's hair, while Patton lead Virgil over to a small stone wall to sit on.

The two sat down, Virgil crossing his legs while Patton sat on it the same way you'd sit on a horse.

Patton began to fiddle a bit with Virgil's hair, smoothening out any tangles that had formed with his fingers, while also picking out a few bits of moss or twigs that had gotten caught there with all the excitement from yesterday.

Virgil seemed to relax a bit as Patton messed with his hair. He kept his eyes open, and didn't lean back against Patton this time, but he seemed to relax, his previously stiff shoulders dropping down as he snagged forward slightly while still tipping his head back for Patton.

They waited a few minutes, quietly chatting, before Roman and Logan came back.

They hadn't managed to find any ribbons, but they'd found some purple, white, and yellow crocus flowers, the two of them blushing and wearing flower crowns as well, Roman also had a few more looped around his arm.

Patton giggled softly as they both came up to them. "Where'd you get the crowns?" He asked as he accepted the ribbons and flowers from Logan.

"The man who gave us the flowers also gave us a couple of crowns for much less than the others he was selling, saying that they were from the day before and that he'd just throw them out if we didn't want them, since they're gunna start wilting soon." Logan explained as he and Roman sat down on the ground. "We brought you each one as well, although Virgil might not need it, since I'm assuming the flowers are for his hair." He added.

The flower crown Logan was wearing was rather simple, only having a few daisies woven through a couple twisted rings of sticks, along with a few stems of forget-me-nots strung through them as well.

The one Roman was wearing has a couple of orange roses with some small-sized sunflowers and some yellow, red, and orange marigolds, along with long twisted yellow grass wrapped around the frame of the crown.

The other two crowns, which now sat in Romans lap, were purple and blue. The blue one had forget-me-nots like Logan's, along with a few blue irises, white daffodils, and a few bits of caraway here and there.

The purple one had mostly large patches of lilacs on it, with a few stems of lavender, some white colored hyacinths and grape-style hyacinths, along with caraway flowers like the previous one.

Patton smiled as he turned back to face Virgil's back, running his fingers through his hair again.

"That was very kind of him." Patton said. "and I'll make sure to only add a few of the crocuses so that Virgil's hair won't look to cluttered with both them and the crown." He added as he began to get to work on Virgil's hair, separating it into chunks and using the bits of string Virgil had brought to tie each braid instead of the ribbon since they didn't have any.

The end result was of four braids, two on each side coming backward and joining together to form two buns on the back of his head, along with a smaller third bun above those two made up of some not-braided hair. It looked very pretty, especially after Patton carefully placed the multicolored crocuses in his hair, tucking the delicate flowers into the braids.

Virgil had sat still while Patton worked, quietly chatting with the rest of them as he let Patton braid his hair. They talked about some of the other things that they'd do while they were at the festival, and where they'd go to watch the lanterns later that evening.

Roman, as soon as Patton finished, stood up with a flourish and crowned the two for them with their flower crown once they'd finished, the blue one for Patton and the purple one for Virgil. The two blush and each smiled, Patton practically beaming as bright as the sun while Virgil on smiled shyly.

"Two crowns for two beautiful princes." Roman joked as he smiled at them.

"You're the real beautiful prince here Roman." Patton said."I remember when we were kids and you'd always beg to play the part of the heroic prince." He said with a laugh.

Roman only blushed a tiny bit at that, as he admitted that that was in fact true, before brushing it off and ushering the group of them to go and look at the rest of the festival.

It was later that evening when they came Up to a nice while open area, people bustling around the edges of the space as they looked at carts or bought stuff in stores.

A group of musicians were playing off to the side, and Patton squealed excitedly before latching onto Logan's hand and dragging him out into the open space to dance with him, much to the taller males surprise.

Roman laughed softly before turning to Virgil and offering out his hand.

"Might I have this dance?" He asked as he bowed slightly, being the theatrical man Virgil had grown used to him being.

Virgil blushed brightly and smiled a small bit as he nodded and accepted his hand.

"It would be my pleasure." He said, making Roman bean at him before excitedly pulling him in to join the dancing, a decent amount of other people joining in now as well.

Virgil, although very nervous at first, picked up the dance rather quickly, and was soon laughing and smiling widely as he danced around, switching partners every now and then as the dance called for it.

He eventually got partnered with Patton, who beamed at him as they began to dance together, Patton taking the lead with a small nod from Virgil.

As he danced with Patton he began to remember earlier that day as they had been exploring the festival.

___

At one point they had all gotten separated and Virgil and freaked out a bit, trying to spot at least one of the other three men as he began to panic, thinking he would never be able to get back home again.

Then he stumbled into Patton, literally.

He hadn't been paying attention to where he was as walking in his increasingly panicked state and accidentally ran right into him, rocking them both back a step and throwing him off balance, only for Patton to quickly grab his arm and pull him back up before he could fall over.

Virgil began spilling out apologies as he took large deep breaths, Patton quickly leading him to a bit more secluded and quiet area, tucking them into a small corner.

"Hey, it's alright, I wasn't looking where I was going." Patton said as he sat down and carefully sat Virgil down in front of him, frowning softly as Virgil took another shuddering breath, finally having stopped with his apologies.

"N-no, I wasn't paying attention, I'm sorry, I almost made you fall over." He said as his breath hitches again.

"I already said it was alright Virgil, I'm not upset or anything, I'm just glad you didn't get hurt." He said, before gently curling one of Virgil's cheeks. "You've been crying," he said softly as he wiped away some of the tears with his thumb."I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked worriedly.

Virgil closed his eyes and shook his head before leaning into the touch slightly.

"N-no," He said with a sniff."I'm fine, I was just...just panicking a bit," he admitted as his cheeks turned red with embarrassment."I-I couldn't find any of you guys, and it was just getting to be to much." He said as a few more years slipped out.

Patton cooed softly and lifted up his other hand to cup Virgil's other cheek, using his thumbs to brush away the newest set of tears.

"Hey, it's okay." He said."there's nothing to be embarrassed about." He said.

"To be honest, I was also freaking out a bit, wondering if one of the others had gotten caught, or if you had gotten hurt or lost." He said.

"But we're both okay and I'm sure Logan and Roman are alright as well." He added as he smiled at him reassuringly, his smile widening a bit as Virgil peaked his eyes open to look at him.

The smaller male took another deep breath before nodding slightly."Yeah, yeah you're right." Virgil said softly as he slowly leaned forward and pressed his face against Patton's shoulder, relaxing as the other male wrapped his arms around him and rubbed his back with one hand, holding him securely around the waist with the other.

They sat there quietly for a while, feeling content enough to just sit with one another, relaxing in each other's presence.

But, they did have to eventually move.

"Here, you stay right here and I'll be right back with something that'll make you feel better," Patton said as he slowly stood up."I'll also keep an eye out for Logan and Roman." He added.

Virgil bit his lip and nodded hesitantly.

"You'll be back right?" He asked.

Patton smiled and knelt down in front of him.

"Of course I will." He said as he gently cupped the back of Virgil's head, pulling him closer.

"Nothing can keep me away," he added as he gently pressed a kiss to Virgil's forehead, before slowly standing up again, blushing a bit.

Virgil blushed bright red and nodded before watching Patton walk away, lifting a hand to his forehead as his blush darkened.

Patton came back a few minutes later, his hands behind his back.

"I didn't see them," he said with an apologetic smile as he sat down in front of him again. " but I bring treats." He said as he beamed at him and held his hands out, two small cupcakes being presented. They both had simple white frosting, but looked good.

Patton held one out to Virgil, who smiled shaking and thanked him as he looked down at the small cupcake, a warm feeling swelling up inside him as his stomach fluttered.

Patton grinned and gently tapped their cupcakes together, making a pretend 'clink' sound as if they'd just tapped two glasses together.

"Happy birthday." He said softly before both he and Virgil ate the delicious treated, his words making Virgil blush all over again.

___

Virgil was brought back to the present as the dance called for them to switch partners again, him and Patton splitting apart in order to continue the dance.

After a couple of rounds Virgil found himself partnered with Logan, who had grown out of his awkward stiffness and was now smiling as well.

He and Virgil danced for a bit, moving around one another and linking arms and clapping in sync with the rest of the people dancing.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Roman and Patton dancing together, the pair smiling brightly.

He turned back to looked at Logan, who was still smiling as he danced with Virgil, and Virgil began to think back to earlier that day when he and Logan had split off from the group for a bit.

___

After Patton and Virgil had found the other two, Mitch to Virgil’s relief, they began to wander throughout the festival yet again, doing their best to stick together this time.

And they were doing a pretty good job at it, that is until Virgil and Logan spotted a bookshop, the two of them becoming curios and even a tiny bit excited. Virgil had been re-reading the same books over and over and over again for almost his whole life, so the thought of there being so many more books he could read excited him.

He and Logan told the told the other two what their plans were, and the four of them agreed to meet int the market place when they were done.

Then they split up, with Logan and Virgil heading into the bookshop, and with Roman and Patton heading off to go continue exploring.

The two stepped inside and Virgil couldn’t believe the vast number of books he saw, his eyes filling with wonder and curiosity as he saw books as think as his pinkie, to as thick as some of the cakes he’d made.

“Anything in particular that you’d like to look at?” Logan asked as he turned to look at him, smiling at his wonderstruck expression.

“I don’t even know where to begin,” he said. “There are so many books...” he said softly.

“Just wait until you see a library.” Logan said before leading Virgil forward into the tall shelves of books.

“What’s a library?” He asked as he followed Logan.

“Its a large building filled with hundreds upon hundreds of books, ranging from fiction to historic or mathematic or scientific, any genre you can think of.” Logan said. “But you can’t buy these books, they’re only for borrowing or reading in the library.” He said.”maybe we can take you to one tomorrow morning before we bring you back home.” He added softly.

“I’d...I’d really like that.” Virgil said softly as he blushed a tiny bit and smiled at him. “It sounds wonderful.” He added.

The two of them continued to comb through the shelves, looking for anything that peaked their interest.

They eventually found a book about flora and fauna, that Virgil began to flip through, curious about all the plants and animals in the world and around them hat he had never seen or heard of before.

Logan, with his own book of astronomy in hand, lead Virgil to a comfortable place to sit, where the two of them began to read through their books, sitting in comfortable silence, except for when Virgil would ask Logan a question.

"Who does a spider walk up walls?" Virgil asked as he looked through a section dedicated to spiders.

"Well a spider has more than half a million of these little setules, all of which end in a triangular tip on the spiders 'foot'. These are flexible hairs though, not pickaxes, so spiders don't actually dig into the wall as they climb. Rather, their setules trigger a reaction that helps them adhere to a flat surface, allowing them to climb." Logan explained, closing his book as he moved to look at Virgil's book.

"That particular spider is a wolf spider, they are incredibly common and live almost anywhere in the world." He said. "They are hunter spiders, where they'll either ambush or freely hunt their prey instead of catching it in a net. They are appropriately named because they powerfully pounce on their victims, like a wolf." He said as he pointed to the little drawn picture of a wolf spider.

"Another fact about wolf spiders is that they do not live in the classic style of web, and instead reside within burrows which have a thick carpet of web covering the walls." He added.

Virgil listened to him intently, soaking up the information like a sponge as Logan continued to talk about spiders, nodding along when needed.

They eventually continued to go on through the book together, going through the pages and discussing the new creatures as they came up in the book. Virgil knew some of them, but there were a whole lot he didn't know, and Logan happily told him about them, giving him little bits of information the book didn't include.

Thirty minutes turned into an hour, which then turned into two hours, of the two just sitting there and talking.

Eventually they needed to leave though, not wanting Patton and Roman to worry about them, and began putting the books away from where they'd gotten them, albeit a bit reluctantly, seeing as they had both been enjoying their time together.

Logan told him to wait outside for a second, saying he was going to ask the shopkeeper a question, and Virgil agreed to wait outside for him, if only a little reluctantly.

Logan joined him outside a few minutes later, holding his hands behind his back.

Virgil smiled at him, looking relieved to no longer be alone.

"What did you ask the shopkeeper?" He asked.

"Well, I was curious to see if he had any blank journals, and he did." Logan said as he brought his hands out and showed a thick leather-bound book with a beautiful sun design imprinted into the front of it.

"I thought that you could, well, that you could make you're own little book." Logan said as he looked away."about all the new things you've seen and learned, and anything else you see and learn in the future." He said as he held the book out to Virgil, blushing slightly. "Happy birthday." He added softly.

Virgil blinked at him in surprise for a few seconds before blushing and shyly accepting the book.

"T-thank you," He said softly as he hugged it to his chest."you didn't need to get me anything, and how did you know it was my birthday?" He asked curiously.

"Well, earlier this morning when you were talking to the- talking to Thomas gave me a pretty good idea," he began. "and Patton told Roman and I on our way back from, ahem, collecting firewood." He said, and he's cheeks darkened even more, which confused Virgil a little bit, but he brushed it off due to his own embarrassment.

"A-ah," He said as he nodded slightly,"Well, thank you for the book, and for sitting and talking with me." He said.

"It wasn't a problem at all, I enjoyed my time with you." Logan said. "We should probably go find the other two before they get into trouble." He added, before leading Virgil down the street.

___

Virgil switched dance partners again, spinning around Logan and to his next dance partner, a young lady with brown braided hair that went down to her waist.

He danced with her for a round before switching partners again, and then again,

Before ending up with Roman again.

He saw Roman smirk, and found himself smirking back as the two of them danced, now moving much smoother than their first dance had gone, due to them no longer being nervous and actually knowing the dance now.

As he danced with him, still clapping every now and then with everyone else and twirling around when need, he began to think about a few hours ago, when Roman had excitedly dragged Virgil away from the group.

___

Virgil reluctantly let Roman drag him away.

"What do you think you're doing princey."  He asked as Roman dragged him, nick naming him in reference to the story Patton had told earlier.

"Princey?" Roman asked."giving me a nick name now huh." He said with grin, making Virgil flush slightly.

"S-shut up," he muttered as he continued to let Roman drag him away, until they wound up in an semi-packed space, kids and adults all scattered about with colored chalks, shrieking and laughing as they drew on the ground and rubbed the colored dust on one another.

"I know, or well I assumed, that you liked to paints and stuff," Roman began. "So I thought that you'd like to draw with some chalk." He said.

"You don't have to if you don't want to." He quickly added.

"No, I'd like to." Virgil said as he smiled at him. "It'd be fun." He added as he walked over to one of the many buckets of chalk, and grabbed several shades of purple, pink, and yellow, before heading over to a large open spot, Roman following and making himself comfortable on a barrel off to the side from where Virgil was, planning on watching him draw.

Virgil immediately got into it, letting his hands move without any real idea as to what he was doing. He grabbed colors at random, and smudged them on the ground to make it look more blended, getting chalk all over his hands, pants, and even his face.

His drawing just kept getting bigger and bigger, and a few people began to watch, ooh-ing and ahh-ing at the large and beautiful drawing.

It took a while before Virgil decided he was done, the sun sinking lower in the sky but not quiet sunset yet.

He stood up and rubbed his face a little, getting even more chalk there, as he looked down at his drawing, smiling brightly.

Roman walked over and smiled.

"Looks pretty good Verge." Roman said.

"Verge?" Virgil asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Hey, if I get a nickname, you get a nickname." Roman said with a grin.

Virgil scoffed and reached forward to smear purple chalk on Romans face, gaining a small shriek in response that made him laugh.

"How dare you," Roman said as he reached into a bucket and covered his hands in red chalk dust.

"This means war." He said, before teaching out for Virgil, who quickly ducked away and out of reach, a game of chase ensuing.

Patton and Logan eventually found them, both covered in chalk and panting softly, grins splitting across their faces.

Then they all began to wander around again, Roman and Virgil occasionally smearing the remaining chalk dust on either one another, or the other two.

___

Virgil looked up at Roman as the dance picked up speed, his eyes tracing over his face and the remains of purple and red chalk smudged on his cheeks and chin.

He smiled, and continued dancing, spinning around and clapping when needed as he felt the final of the song coming up, finishing with a slight flourish a before being pulled against Romans chest, one of the other males arms wrapped around his waist and the other still holding his hand, while Virgil's other hand was on his shoulder.

They both panted softly as they looked at one another, neither of them moving for a few seconds, before letting one another go, both of them beginning to blush.

They met up with Patton and Logan, who where both red in the face as well, and heard a man call for everyone to head to the boats cause the lanterns would be set off soon, seeing as the sun was now setting behind the trees and it was growing darker.

The four of them, plus Thomas and Remy who had been following them around throughout the day, made their way down to the docks, and got into a small yet sturdy boat, leaving Thomas behind with a bag of apples and carrots, as promised.

Virgil, while the others were distracted, slipped the satchel into the boat, tucking it under one of the seats.

Logan and Roman rowed then out to the middle of the lake, farther out than the rest of the boats were, before settling them to a stop on the still water.

The talked softly as they watched the sun continue to set, the sky growing darker and the stars coming out, both Logan and Virgil pointing out the constellations as they appeared.

Remy made himself a perch on the edge of the boat, huddling in on himself as he watched the four of them contently.

It soon became night time, the sun now gone and the world dark around them, a little chilly but none of them really minded, but Patton and Virgil did scoot a little bit closer two Roman and Logan, who had already pressed a little closer to one another as well.

"All those days watching from the windows

All those years outside looking in

All that time never even knowing

Just how blind I've been" Virgil sang softly.

The waited another few minutes, before they noticed a small light begin to move across the sky, and then watched with wonderstruck eyes as thousands of lanterns began filling the skies, slowly floating through the air and around them.

"Now I'm here blinking in the starlight

Now I'm here suddenly I see

Standing here it's all so clear

I'm where I'm meant to be." He continued to sing, looking up at the sky.

Virgil was the most amazed out of the four of them, his eyes wide and mouth slightly opened as he looked around them at all the swirling and beautiful lights.

"And at last I see the light

And it's like the fog has lifted

And at last I see the light

And it's like the sky is new

And it's warm and real and bright

And the world has somehow shifted."

He watched one sink towards the water, and jerked out across the boats edge in order to left it back up, not rely caring anymore about the cold or that he got a little bit wet in the process.

He turned back to look at the other three, and watched as Logan pulled out several bits of folded paper.

"All at once everything looks different

Now that I see you."

He seemed to barely touch them before they puffed up into large lanterns like the one in the sky, passing them out to the other two before lighting them so that they'd float.

Patton held out one of the lanterns to him, but he didn't take it yet.

"I have something for you too." He said, before reaching under the seat and pulling out the satchel.

"I-I should have given it to you before, but...but I was scared." He admitted. "scared you'd leave me all alone or hurt me." He said.

"But, well, I guess I'm not scared anymore." He said softly as he smiled at them.

He passed the satchel to Roman, who held it for a second before, setting it on the ground and smiling at him.

"All those days chasing down a daydream

All those years living in a blur

All that time never truly seeing

Things, the way they were." Roman sang softly as Patton gave Virgil his lantern.

The four of them carefully sent the lanterns up into the sky, watching them until they couldn't tell them apart from the rest of the lanterns in the sky.

"Now he's here shining in the starlight

Now he's here suddenly I know." Patton sang as he looked at Virgil, before glancing over at the other two, who nodded at him.

"If he's here it's crystal clear

I'm where I'm meant to go." Roman sang, getting a bit louder as he did.

"And at last I see the light." The four sang together.

"And it's like the fog has lifted." Logan sang softly.

"And at last I see the light." they sang together again, smiling at one another.

"And it's like the sky is new." Virgil sang, blushing the smallest bit as he leaned closer to Roman.

"And it's warm and real and bright

And the world has somehow shifted." They sang softly, Roman and Virgil slowly meeting one another's eyes.

"All at once everything is different

Now that I see you

Now that I see you..." they finished singing, Virgil even closer to Roman now than he was before, his face flushed red.

They stared at one another for a few seconds.

"Can I kiss you?" Roman asked softly.

[hermannsthumb]

OK PART ONE OF HORNY NEWT/HERMANN ASKS IVE GOTTEN SINCE LIKE OCTOBER: CLOTHING (copied and pasted so it’s easier than trying to load a bunch of pictures of asks)

18+/not sfw below cut!

SECTION A: THE PARKA

Anonymous said: Newt wearing Hermann’s parka and nothing else is the equivalent of lingerie.

Anonymous said: Whenever Newt falls asleep on the lab sofa, Hermann will cover Newt up with his parka. Sometimes Newt pretends to be asleep just so he can have Hermann cover him up with Hermann’s perfect parka that’s so soft and warm and smells like Hermann. After they get together (once Hermann realizes how much Newt loves his parka), Hermann will offer it to Newt like a prize. “Darling, if you strip naked, then go put on those pale purple lacy stockings you look so precious in, I’ll let you wear my parka.”

Anonymous said: Newt wearing Hermann’s giant parka with nothing underneath. Hermann loves it.

SECTION B: you are all very horny for hermann in lingerie. and i mean like very

Anonymous said: Newt gets Hermann a pair of pretty lace stockings with a galaxy print. Hermann loves them!

Anonymous said: Newt dresses Hermann up in a pair of frilly stockings and his own leather jacket (which is adorable short on Hermann). Newt really loves the booty out look on Hermann, okay?

Anonymous said: Ugh, Newt putting stockings on Hermann and adjusting them so they’re just right is such a sexy, beautifully intimate mental image.

Anonymous said: What does Newt want for his birthday? “Hermann, baby, go change into that dainty little pink dress with the matching stockings, then lie down on the bed and let me spread your perfect supermodel legs and treat you like precious little slut you are.”

Anonymous said: At least one year on Newt’s birthday, Newt 100% tells Hermann not to do anything. “I’ve got it all covered, babe.” That evening, Newt presents Hermann with the softest, daintiest, prettiest little lacy dress and matching stockings that Hermann’s ever seen. “Hermann, since it’s my birthday, I think you should change into this and let me have my way with you.” “You just want to dress me up and shag me so hard that the neighbors complain about the noise.” “Yeah, sound good?” “It sounds perfect.”

Anonymous said: Oh god, Newt using Hermann as his own personal dress up doll is everything I’ve ever wanted. “Newton, you’re being absurd.” “Do you not want the stockings?” “Of course I want the stockings, but I can put them on myself.” “But I *WANT* to put them on you!” “Oh! Oh, well…(blushes) go ahead then.” “And of course you’ll need me to tie your sash just right.” “Oh, of course.” “It may take a few tries to get it perfect.” “Take as much time as you need, darling.”

Anonymous said: Whenever Newt buys pretty stockings for Hermann, Newt always insists on putting them on Hermann’s legs himself. “Newton, this is hardly necessary.” “Pfft, like I’m gonna miss an opportunity to grope at your sexy supermodel legs. And look at that! I was right about the pale pink! See how nice the color looks with your pale skin and dark hair and your big brown doe eyes?” “Darling, you’re being ridiculous.” “Ooh, I should get ribbons to tie in bows around your throat and wrists!”

Anonymous said: Newt loves seeing Hermann in lovely lacy stockings, not just because Hermann loves wearing them (though that is a factor), and not just because Hermann looks *SO* incredibly gorgeous in lacy stockings (though that is DEFINITELY a VERY BIG factor), but also because Hermann feels confident when he’s wearing lacy stockings. Like, Hermann still loves to play all shy and coy, but Newt knows that a stocking-clad Hermann is a Hermann who wants to get manhandled and fucked good and hard.

Anonymous said: Sometimes Newt comes home like “Hermann, I had a really long day! Can you put on a pretty bralette and some sexy stockings and let me ride your dick?” “…I am certainly not averse to the idea, but will it help you feel better?” “Lots better, dude.” “Then of course. Let me go change. Do you have a specific color you’d like?” “Ooh, can you wear the soft pink bralette and stockings? That’ll be nice and relaxing for me.” “Whatever you want, darling.”

Anonymous said: Newt lives Hermann in dresses, but Newt also super loves Hermann in just one of his delicate frilly/lacy/silky blouses and a pair of pretty stockings. That way, Newt can enjoy Hermann in pretty clothes, AND Hermann with his adorable butt exposed. Hermann’s a little embarrassed at first, but he slowly gains confidence as he sees just how much Newt loves it.

Anonymous said: Newt loves to dress Hermann in pretty little lace bralettes, because Newt knows that Hermann loves the feel of lace against his very sensitive nipples.

Anonymous said: Newt gets Hermann lacy bralettes to wear! (Because lacy bralettes feel so nice and sexy sensual when you have sensitive nipples. Ooh, and silk/satin bralettes! Those are amazing too!)

Anonymous said: Newt gets Hermann a light pink lingerie ensemble, but they don’t get anywhere past just making out because Newt can’t stop cooing over how precious Hermann looks all dolled up pink lace and silk and bows.

SECTION C: also hermann in dresses

Anonymous said: Can I offer a nice mental image: Hermann feeling dainty and feminine but wanting to shake things up a bit, so Newton gets home to find that Hermann’s “"stolen”“ one of his punk outfits, tartan minidress held together by safety pins, and he m a y have had some fun with eyeliner, and Newton practically comes in his pants on the spot :’)

Anonymous said: Newt lacing up Hermann’s dresses is such a lovely thought. Newt loves seeing the pretty fabric mold to Hermann’s trim little waist and slim hips. "Hermann, after dinner, you’re gonna sit down on the bed and hold your skirt up for me like a good boy. You’re gonna be my dessert.”

Anonymous said: Sometimes (only in the privacy of his and Newt’s own space, of course) Hermann wears super short skirts with petticoats (or whatever it is that makes skirts all cute and puffed up) and just bends over a lot, until Newt’s finally like “Okay, you and your cute little butt are coming to bed for some serious make out time.” And Newt, obviously, picks Hermann up and carries him to bed because Newt’s too impatient and he wants to kiss and grope his husband right now dammit.

SECTION D: clothing swappingggg

Anonymous said: Sometimes Newt walks around the house in nothing but one of Hermann’s shirts/sweaters (sometimes to tease Hermann, sometimes just bc Newt’s too lazy to get dressed completely)&it always ends the same way. Hermann holds out for as long as he can, but eventually he just snaps like “Newton, bend over the kitchen table at once!” Newt loves it, he loves when Hermann pounds into him while lecturing him on what a wicked little tease he is & how he should know better & “What am I going to do with you?”

Anonymous said: Once newmann get together, Newt somehow convinces Hermann to wear his (Newt’s) tiny little super tight booty shorts. Once Newt sees Hermann in those itty bitty shorts, Newt immediately forgets every single science thing he’s ever learned.

SECTION E: SOCK GARTERS

Anonymous said: Newt’s kink for Hermann’s sock garters sustains me tbh. “Of course you have to wear sock garters. Must be damn near impossible to find socks that are small enough to stay up on your slender, elegant calves, and your dainty little ankles. But you gotta have tall socks, ‘cause you don’t have any fat to keep you warm. That’s why I’m here, baby. ;) I’m your soft, warm, colorful pillow. ;)”

[writerkenna]

The Light of the Stars and The Glitter in Your Eyes Chapter 2

In order to pay honor to MY god of lesbians, this was written listening mostly to Tegan and Sara.

Also lemme know if y'all want my GammaHammer spotify playlist, I'll post it with the next chp.

Please excuse any errors, this is un-betaed since I was just so excited to publish another chapter! (lol sorry @get-lostsquidward I’ll send you chp 3)

The sight of the mess hall, which was filled to the brim with Asgardians, was heartening for Thor to see. There was a bustle of noise passing through the room, bits of conversations that mingled into one sound that washed over him. The corners of his lips stretched out wide.

“These, Bruce, are my people!” he said, his arm waving out across the room. Bruce looked up at Thor through half-lidded eyes. He was tired but more himself now, right-leaning smiles and soft wrinkles in his cheeks abound.

“They’re great,” Bruce patted Thor’s arm and Thor felt a light tingle rush the spot, “I’m gonna find myself some food, okay?”

Bruce made his way to the start of the food line. They had been able to use a combination of the food stored on the ship and what they had managed to get while rushing off their planet to make an approximation of Asgardian dishes. It was close enough, Thor hoped, to what Bruce ate normally. Thor was finding that since their time on Sakaar, he had developed a compulsive need to keep Bruce from having a freak out, maybe out of some lingering guilt for asking for the Hulk over Banner, maybe a naturally ingrained sympathy for someone who needed it so much as Bruce.

“Hey, Thor. Me and Meek were just looking for you, buddy.” Korg and Meek were in front of him suddenly and Thor took his eyes off Bruce. Meek issued a squeak of a hello and waved a blade at him. Thor took one pace back.

“I’m doing well, large worm, thank you,” Thor said to Meek with a nod. He caught a glint of black and the sheen of leather, and began to change course, “We will continue this later.”

“Okay. Let’s talk soon. We’ve got some big, uh, military ideas for you Asgardians, alright?”

Thor halted himself. Political strategy had been absent from his head for a long time, dispelled with trips through the galaxy and banged out through raging battles with monsters and fire demons and trolls. He hadn’t considered needing it again for a long time, hoping for centuries more of Odin’s rule. He never had understood those who chose politics.

“Can’t wait!” Thor says as he pushed out an over the top grin. Korg gave him a thumbs up and Thor turned away as he suppressed a wince.

“Those fools,” Loki muttered under his breath once Thor had settled into the bench seating, “from the Grandmaster’s trash pile approached me wanting to work on the defense council. That is ridiculous, and I hope you will not be allowing it.”

“They are not fools. Korg is a friend. And, as for the council. . .” Thor trailed off, and then diverted, quick, “By the way, were you and the Grandmaster, like, a . . . ?”  

Loki looked down and pushed at the food on his plate. His lips shifted against each other.

“I did what I needed to do to move up the ranks. The Grandmaster had very specific requirements for those ranks.”

Thor smiled to himself, which faded into slight horror as his head formed an image of Loki and the Grandmaster together. He was developing a taunt for Loki to expel the idea from his mind as Loki spoke again.

“Do you think it’s very wise to have him on the ship with us?” Loki asked and Thor tracked his eyeline. It was focused on Bruce.

“Banner? Um, yes? Is that a trick question, brother?”

“I’m not so worried about the doctor. It’s the beast part that I’m concerned about.” Loki was still staring at Bruce and Thor swore he saw the small wisps of fear passing under his eyes. Thor let a hint of a smirk loose. He looked at Bruce again, who was half way through the food line and talking to Valkyrie over the meats section. His shirt was dwarfing him, Thor had overestimated the size, and he didn’t believe it was possible to fear any part of this curly haired, droopy eyed man.

“He won’t be a problem,” Thor grinned at Loki.

“I just . . . I’m not sure about all these foreigners with us. Humans, rock-things, all of them,” Loki grumbled into his palm.

“Well, you are, in a loose definition of the word, a ‘foreigner’ as well,” Thor added, but regretted it as soon as he saw Loki’s eyes narrow into disquieted, aghast slits and the side of his mouth flatten out against his face, “Sorry, you are . . . I didn’t mean . . . you’re my brother, Loki, and an Asgardian, of course, and I-”

Thor was thankful to be cut off from his ramblings by Bruce’s arrival with a hefty plate that fell heavy against the table.

“Uh, hey there, Loki,” Bruce said, voice half there. The two eyed each other back and forth, a conversation of mutual fright and distrust, before Loki stood up, turned, his greasy hair tossing with him, and was running off. Bruce looked to Thor with puffed out cheeks.

“Jeez, I didn’t mean to . . .”

Thor shook his head at Bruce’s words, giving him a light smile, then looked over his plate, which was coming over its edges with food. Bruce blushed and released a laugh from high in his lungs, one of his main repertoire of laughs. This one always made Thor laugh too, in a short burst that he just couldn’t keep in.

“I . . . after I go all Hulk-y and stuff, I’m really hungry, alright?”

Thor nodded, smirking, and small breeze of a chuckle passed out of his lips. Bruce responded back with a push of a laugh. The laughing started to feel like a conversation, a puff of something around Bruce’s bite of ambiguous meat, a groan of a giggle as Thor dipped his fork into the pile of Bruce’s food.

“A warrior’s meal,” Thor said, eyes on Bruce, after they had devoured the plate as a team. Bruce shrugged, but he was smiling.

Bruce went back to the room after their monumental meal, and as much as Thor would have liked to as well, he got caught in a mix of questions by his citizens the second he stood.

Hemidhall pulled him from the swarm of mothers asking about education and beefy men and women wanting to reestablish the warrior force. Thor was glad for the rescue, but only briefly, for he was less than happy when Hemidhall spoke.

“Tomorrow morning, early, meeting with the councils of defense and diplomacy. We need to get a handle on this before we land.”

Thor agreed, against his heart and his happiness, on the meeting, and snuck out the side of the hall to his room.

When he entered, Bruce was standing in front of the bed with three holographic, torso-sized screens spread out around him.

“The ship-it has, like, Earth internet! Like academic databases and stuff! I think it might have non-Earth internet, too, or the equivalent of internet, I guess.”

Thor came up behind Bruce. The screen glow shrouded them both of a blanket of light.

“Show me,” Thor said, his voice restrained as the idea of council meetings fuzzed out his focus. Bruce enacted some flicks of his fingers and one screen showed a page titled The Five Greatest Mysteries of Antimatter .

“I was actually writing a paper on this before I was the big guy for, ah, two years, so I’d thought I’d pick it up again. I don’t really remember what my thesis was, but, uh, I’m trying.” Bruce tried to focus back on the screen, his eyes going into tight slits as he pressed a bit closer to it.

“Are your eyes alright, Bruce?” Thor asked.

“Uh, yeah, I just don’t have my glasses.”

“I’ll get you some.” Thor had no idea how he would get glasses on this ship if he couldn’t manage Midgardian clothes, but the authority of telling Bruce he would was a boost to his ego he needed to have. Bruce mumbled an ‘m’kay thanks’ and turned back to his screen. Thor took the hint and started on his way to the bed, catching himself in the mirror.

Loki was correct, Thor looked exactly like a young shadow of father. A shadow, though, who had failed to leech off any of its owner’s wisdom. He furrowed his brow and brought his palm up to cover the patch. He sighed and dropped the palm, falling heavy onto the bed.

They were silent for a while, outside of Bruce muttering things to himself in excited hushes, and Thor fell into the vacuum of his head.

It felt like it had last time, his return to Asgard after Ultron when Odin had once again offered him the throne. He had ran then, and he wanted to run again, one more time, just deny a bit longer so he can soul search and wander and sleep around and be unplaced. Thor had never been particularly interested in the ‘king’ title once he had delved into what it entailed. ‘Prince’ was nice, it was royal, but vague on the responsibility, freedom and respect in a balance that fit his sensibilities. ‘King’ was too heavy on his shoulders, like a cloak he could never remove, cursed by heredity.

Thor sighed rougher than he had meant to and Bruce turned to him.

“Thor?”

Thor snapped back to the voices that existed outside of his head, “Huh?”

“You doing alright over there?” Bruce asked, stepping to the bed. Thor jolted up and fixed his spine to a ridgid straight line. He snapped his face into something neutral.

“Yep,” he said through tight lips. The bed dipped behind him and he turned to see Bruce next to him.

“You sure?”

Thor paused, then huffed and tossed his legs back up on to bed. Bruce echoed him and then they were close enough to touch shoulders, a head on each of the two pillows and four feet at the foot of the bed.

“I have a meeting with my councils tomorrow. As king.”

“That’s cool,” Bruce offered but Thor shook his head at the suggestion, “Oh.”

“I don’t know what I’ll say. They will have questions about our ‘future’ as a people and Earth’s systems, surely, and-and what am I supposed to say to that?” Thor said in a long chain, a release. He glanced over at Bruce, who was taking the wave of it with a smile.

“Well, what are your policies? Education? Defense?” Bruce was leaning into Thor, and Thor felt a warmth sprinkle across his cheeks. He turned his face down.

“Uh, teach good people, punch bad people?” Bruce gave him a wide-eyed look, on the brink of either a laugh or gasp, “One of your Peee-H-Dees isn’t in Asgardian government, is it?”

“Can’t say Penn State offers that one,” Bruce laughed lightly. Thor slammed a fist onto the bed, head swimming.

“Damn politics!” The words bellowed out of him, bursting tension that had been too compressed, and he felt a shift next to him. Bruce was pulling a knee up to his chest, face tucked behind it. Thor winced, “Sorry, I, Bruce-”

“Fine, it’s fine,” Bruce tossed his hands up about himself as his knee lowered. Thor’s shoulders slumped, “I can look some stuff up, if you’re, ah, that upset about it.”

“I’d thought I’d have longer, that Odin would be around longer, and I wouldn’t have to . . .”

Thor’s heart thump-thumped against his ribs as Odin, oppressive and all-knowing, took over his head. Odin the fighter, Odin the stoic, Odin the bold, Odin the gone.

“We can talk about your dad, if you want?” Bruce said. Thor had to think. Odin wasn’t ‘dad’, he was father, allfather, king. He tried to think about Odin in that context, ‘dad’, which felt foreign and dissociated to what his childhood had been.

“Father was a very good king. Powerful warrior, good with policy, good with the people, and . . .” Thor halted. There was something pushing at the front of his mouth, desperately, something fighting to be voiced. He realized, quite abruptly, what he meant to say, “and, he taught Loki and I none of this. He was this cold, confusing man, because everything was for the kingdom. Kingdom this, kingdom that! It was ridiculous. To him, we were the issue of my mother, and my mother, she was . . .”

Thor could see Frigga exactly in his mind’s eye. He felt the blonde curls she had been kind enough to pass down to him as they rested upon his shoulders. She was with him at all times, she had kissed his head before every battle, escorted him to every diplomatic dinner and grand ball. When he thought of Asgard, rather than the people or the place or the palace, it was her he saw. He wanted to cry, but blinked that away with more anger.

“My mother was a perfect woman, and I want so, so much to thank her, every day, but-but she did that without help. Father never helped. He was busy, with meetings, and that fucking, damned Odinsleep. He gave up us for Asgard, but I-I can’t! I won’t do that, I can’t be that king, I-I . . .”

Thor’s supply of bitter fuel died out and his words went with it. He was sure he must look spent after that, haggard deep in his soul after such a centuries old cleansing of thought. He whipped his head over his shoulder to check on Bruce. Thor found him with his head dipped down to the sheets, hands picking up clutches of it. Thor paled.

Thor had ruined it. He had scared off his only real Midgardian friend. He was a raging, screaming, rambling God that had terrified this fragile mortal. Thor scrambled on his feet for some grand apology, but stopped when Bruce lifted his head up.

“You-you don’t have to be your dad, okay? To rule, you don’t have to be him,” Bruce said, up on his feet by the end and coming closer to Thor. All Thor could do was nod as the silent, shaky force approached him.

“You’re gonna be a different a different king than Odin. My dad w-was awful, really awful, and I-I’m not him, right? I’m not awful, right? So you don’t have to be your dad,” Bruce barreled. Thor and him were staring at each other, brown burrowing into Thor’s blue with all its might. Then, Bruce faltered, and Thor was lost, “Sorry, I-this was about Odin and, ah, politics and Asgard. I made it about me again, didn’t I?”

Thor ducked in towards Bruce and placed a hand on his shoulder, quick to counter that.

“No! No, no, no, my friend,” Thor rushed.

“My dad-he . . . he did some really bad things,” Bruce whispered. Thor didn’t press past that. He knew he shouldn’t, not then. He was surging with an overpowering need to shelter Bruce from this, and his instincts told him that shutting up and letting Bruce say what he wanted to, if he wanted to, was the way to do that.

Thor felt something in his hand and glanced down to find Bruce’s palm in his own. Thor shared a quick exchange with Bruce, whom was equally shocked by the development, they both countered back and their hands were wrenched apart. They both laughed once they are seperated, like a balancer to their biting anger, and jumped to speak.

“I have research that-”

“I should go check on-”

Thor cut off first, smiling and giving Bruce a small nod, and head for the door. He didn’t know where he was going to go, but he did know he needed to keep Bruce to see just how much he was blushing.