#side blog ; double muse

[wraith-of-christmas-future]

I got to thinking.... I may put Johnny on full hiatus for now and make a second side blog.

One that will harbor both Geoffrey McCullum of Vampyr and the rekindling of my old Sir Galahad from The Order : 1886 as muses.

My old Galahad had a strict AU that I abided to, I may keep that in full . Self-loathing werewolf hunter turned werewolf.. by none other than a man he called brother.

Do give this post a like if you would be interested. Just a fair warning, I do not plan to sugar coat McCullum. He will be insufferably brutal and stubborn to reason with. Vampire muses approach at your own risk.

[miupow]

beeeestie i am a new follower aaaand im just in love w ur blog 😩❤️

plllllsssss talk about husband!skz, i just cant go to sleep without this on mind 😫😫😫

you can include nsfw if you are comfortable with

˗ˏˋ ★ ― HUSBAND!STRAY KIDS HEADCANONS .ᐟ

╰┈⪼ ot8 x fem!reader ✦ fluff + smut , NSFW minors do not interact !

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ��。。public sex , unprotected sex , creampies , breeding kink , marking , public sex , spanking , bondage , dom/sub dynamics , brat tamer minho , sex toys , shibari , oral (f. rec) , squirting , voice kink , oral (m. rec) mention , orgasm control , pet play sort of

notes from lia。ouuu husbant. my favorite genre of skz.. hehe thank u for the follow!! i hope u enjoy this.. it makes me so happy to hear that u love my blog ^^

SFW :

husband!bangchan who acts like he's your sugar daddy on top of being your husband. you could ask for the entire nation of korea and he'd try his best to give it to you. anything you want and more, it doesn't matter the price; chan just loves spoiling his baby girl. designer bags and jewelry, pretty clothes and expensive dinners... you don't even have to ask.

husband!minho who loves to cook with you, even though he acts like he doesn't. when he's complaining about you being in his way and making snide remarks about your culinary skills, it's out of endearment instead of actual irritation. he just finds it so funny when you throw your own retorts back at him, pouting in that way he adores so much <3 he just loves riling you up

husband!changbin who loves to work out with you! he sees it as a bonding activity, something for the two of you to do together to spend time with eachother. he helps you with all of your stretches, you spot eachother when you need to, exchanging kisses inbetween sets <3 holding his feet while he does sit ups, kissing u every time he comes up hehe

husband!hyunjin who views you as his greatest muse. his favorite subject to draw or paint is your pretty face, your smile his favorite to photograph. he shows you some of it, but most he keeps for himself-- for his eyes only, to admire when he's away on tour and he misses you.

husband!jisung who has an endless amount of inside jokes with you from all of your years together, showing up in gag gifts and one-liners that make you double over in laughter. ji loves to make you laugh, it’s his favorite sound in the entire world <3 he’s always doing something silly in hopes that you’ll give him a pretty giggle, smile and roll your eyes, make his heart skip a beat in his chest ~

husband!felix who treats you like a princess, maybe even a queen— he all but worships the ground you walk on, forever gushing about how beautiful and amazing his wife is <3 the honeymoon phase never ends with him, you’re still as disgustingly in love with each other as you were when you first started dating. he calls you all sorts of sappy pet names, giving you kisses everywhere he can reach, always needing to be touching you even if it’s just holding your hand

husband!seungmin who still acts like a tsundere even when you’ve been married for years lol. he complains about you being lazy but he’ll never let you lift a finger, he groans about you being needy when he’s the one always reaching for you and demanding ur attention >< you love him just the way he is, and he loves you more than he’ll ever care to admit. it’s so obvious that he adores you cos he’s always looking at you when he thinks you aren’t paying attention, eyes lit up like you hung the stars yourself <3

husband!jeongin who wants to spend absolutely every moment he can by your side, and he hates being away from you for any reason. a perfect day for him would be glued to your hip, from when you wake up to when you go to sleep, his favorite person and his partner in crime, his ride or die… he’d take you with him on tour if he could, but he’ll settle for being on facetime 24/7 while he’s away lol

NSFW :

husband!bangchan who can't wait to start a family <3 he figures that now you're married, it's only natural to start trying for a baby... fucks you hard and fills you up every night, fully intent on getting your belly all swollen with his babies… so much cum it’s spilling out of your hole down your hickey-marked thighs, chan pushing it back inside with his thick fingers talking about making sure it takes…

husband!minho who will put you back in your place when you’re being bratty. he will not tolerate his wife having an attitude with him!! he’ll put you over his lap and make you count in an instant, or tie you up and torture you with your favorite vibrator for hours, and he won’t stop until you’re crying and begging for his forgiveness <3 he doesn’t care if you’re out in public or out with friends, he’s whispering threats in your ear, and if you still don’t stop he’ll grab you by the wrist and drag you back home.

husband!changbin who can't help but find your workout wear incredibly sexy, the way your leggings hug your ass and curves, the way ur sports bra pushes up ur tits.. and he knows you find him sexy too, in his tank top and gym shorts, sweaty muscles all out on display.... he's drooling over you while you're drooling over him, and you can both only take so much... its not uncommon for the two of you to end up fucking in the gym showers or in the locker rooms, sometimes even getting touchy in the weight room if it's empty!! changbin slapping and gripping on your ass cos he can't stop himself from touching anymore, and you grind back onto his crotch to feel his erection... his fat dick splitting you open in the showers, his thick buff arms holding you up against the cold shower wall with your legs apart..

husband!hyunjin who loves to tie you up, more than any of the other boys. it’s like an art form to him and he takes it very seriously, buying expensive rope in pretty colors, taking immaculate care of it.. he loves to take pictures of his work, the intricate knots that bind you in place or suspend you from the ceiling— you look so beautiful like that to him, his perfect tied up angel for him to admire and destroy <3

husband!jisung who is an absolute pussy fiend… he could spend all day with his face buried between your legs, talented tongue making you cum over and over again until you squirt hehe <3 he’s not satisfied until his entire face is drenched with ur arousal, dripping slick from his nose and chin, and then he wants to fuck you until you can’t walk ! and you better believe he’s going in raw, because why would he wear a condom when his ring is on your finger? you better be careful, because jisung wants to fuck every day and every night… you wouldn’t mind if you got pregnant, would you? because he definitely wouldn’t

husband!felix who thinks it’s so cute that you find his voice so hot. all he has to do is whisper some dirty words in your ear and you’re blushing and squirming like a virgin… he just can’t help but do it all of the time. deep aussie accent mumbling about how he’s going to ruin your pussy when you get home, or about how hard and needy he is for you to take care of him <3 his hand on your thigh dangerously close to where you need him most… he loves to rile you up until you can’t take any more, till you snap <3

husband!seungmin who loves his wife submissive and needy <3 he won’t let you touch yourself without his permission, just because he loves to listen to you beg, so desperate and dependent on him … he’s trained you to be a perfect pup for him, down to the collar he likes to have you wear. you’d do anything to hear him say “good girl”, wouldn’t you?

husband!jeongin who loves to fuck in public !! getting head in the park, balls deep in your pussy in a bathroom stall, fucking under a blanket in the dorm living room, loud movie covering up your sounds. the riskiness of it gets him so hot, the idea of getting caught slutting you out in a dressing room, closet, break room… maybe it’s because he’s so possessive, that nasty freaky part of him relishing the idea of showing off to others how you belong to him… and he loves watching you stumble around with cum dripping down your legs from under your skirt, disheveled and redfaced desperate to hide what you and your husband were just up to…

[rizzanon]

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“I want every perimeter of this warehouse locked down—now. No one gets in or out unless I authorize it. Is that clear?”

“Double the guard on every exit. Sweep the surrounding area. I don’t care if you have to go block by block—make sure none of those bastards slip through.”

“Commissioner! There’s someone here.”

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“Quickly, get some paramedics down here. No one touches Batgirl’s mask—is that understood?”

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“Get the paramedics to stabilize her, but that’s it—nothing more. No one treats her except Dr Leslie Thompkins.”

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“What of the drug dealers?”

“We managed to catch most of them, sir. They were distracted by Batgirl’s appearance—probably trying to figure out what to do with her when she showed up and foiled their dealings tonight. But… a few managed to escape in the chaos.”

“Damnit. Notify the precinct to put out an APB. I want every available unit on this. We’re not letting this operation slip through the cracks.”

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“I don’t care who’s out there or how far they think they’ve gotten. We’re shutting this operation once and for all. If Batgirl risked her life for this, we owe her this much.”

“Sir…”

“What?”

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“I’m sorry, Commissioner…. Batgirl… she’s dead.”

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“What. Happened.”

“Bruce, please calm down—“

“Where is my daughter?”

“Bruce—“

“Leslie. Where. Is. My. Daughter.”

“I—I’m sorry, Bruce. I tried everything—“

“Where is she? I need to see her. Now.”

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Where did it go wrong?

How did it come to this?

Bruce swore—swore—he’d never let what happened to Jason happen again. Not to any of them. He’d built walls, created rules, pushed himself to the breaking point to ensure it. All of it was to stop this—this—from happening.

So why… why was he staring at your lifeless body now? Why was the weight of his failure suffocating him all over again? Why had he failed you, just like he failed Jason?

His fists clenched at his sides as he took a shaky step forward. His breath hitched, and for the first time in a long time, the weight of helplessness settled heavily on his chest.

“God…damnit…” he choked, his voice cracking under the weight of his grief. “Open your eyes. Please.”

The room was too quiet. Too still. The sterile hum of the machines was a cruel mockery of life.

Bruce dropped to his knees beside the bed, his gloved hand trembling as he reached for yours. It felt so small, so cold.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” he whispered, his voice trembling, the words breaking apart with every syllable. “I promised—I promised I’d protect you. And I couldn’t even do that.”

He bowed his head, his forehead brushing against your hand as his grip tightened. “I’m sorry. I failed you.”

so… 🫣

have this while i continue working on chapter 3 and 4 🥰

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[astralis-ortus]

gummy bears

✱ college student!hj x gn!reader

— art school is hard—at least having a muse makes it a little easier.

w.count → 1.8k genre → fluff...? warning → mild cussing, as per usual♡ a.n → hi!! i'm back with a new face addition to the page! hahah honestly i thought it would be either minho or seungmin first but ngl hyunnie has been tugging on my hearstrings lately he's such a silly little mandu i love him sm :( hope you guys find the story as enjoyable as chris' side of the blog, and also if anyone is interested for a commission there are slots available still♡ ⋆ see masterlist

has it always been this… weird?

your attention should’ve been sealed at the projected slides once the professor started the countdown on his infamous ‘how-long-can-i-yap-before-my-students-fall-asleep’ course, but holy smokes—even breathing seemed like a major task when you could barely peel your thoughts off the boy sitting a few rows in front of you.

hyunjin has always been the main attention-grabber wherever he went—and that includes yours.

it’s not like you denying it either. he is gorgeous, and even the heavens know you couldn’t help but glance in his direction whenever he’s in the room. hell, even a few of your initial sketches for last semester’s projects were inspired by hyunjin. it’s as if he had slowly solidified his spot as your muse—but what is this odd feeling gently fluttering between the rows of your ribcage?

a buzz from the pocket of your pants startled you out of your trance, and while you thanked the gods for sending you down here with a habit of putting your phone on constant silent, you peeked at the notification patiently perched on the screen of your phone—one nearly causing you a minor heart attack on the spot.

hyunjin: spot next to me is empty, you know

right—you forgot your position from a mere classmate-slash-secret-admirer has been upgraded to an actual acquaintance-slash-almost-friend of hyunjin’s, all thanks to that one final project from art history 101 class last semester.

you: being at the back is peaceful, thanks hyunjin: says the one who rushed for a front spot for literally any other class lol hyunjin: cmon, saved the spot for you

lord—now you’re genuinely glad you decided to wear that crusty baseball cap of yours today, or literally everyone would’ve noticed the way your cheeks had burned up into a bright shade of crimson.

you: geez hyunjin: cmoooon hyunjin: or i’ll literally ask mr. kang to move you here

the way your head snapped to find hyunjin’s playful yet determined gaze headed straight at you was not something you would’ve ever thought to add to your bingo board.

ever.

you: no you won’t hyunjin: try me

your eyes nearly doubled in size when you returned your line of sight in hyunjin’s direction, only to see the slow, comical way the long-haired guy is raising his hand while keeping his eyes on you, lips tipped up into a masked grin.

“yes, mr. hwang?”

fuck.

you scrambled on your phone while mr. kang—as well as the rest of the attendees of the class, fixed their eyes on hyunjin, quietly wondering what would come out of those lips of his.

“oh, i’m just wondering if—"

you: FINE I’M MOVING you: JUST SHUT UP you: PLEASE

And you swore you could see the way his lips turned into a victorious grin through the back of his head.

“if?” mr. kang repeated, seemingly a little impatient at hyunjin’s antics. to be fair, you actually felt the same way.

“if you have any movie or documentaries related to the topics you will be teaching this semester,” hyunjin’s voice rang loud and clear—as if the question had been his initial motive all along, and you’re simply a victim of his little magic trick.

“personally i do learn better through those mediums, mr. kang,” hyunjin perfected his question, smile as innocent as a puppy, and as he looked around the hall, scanning the dozens of nodding heads to his statement,

hyunjin made sure to lock eyes with you for a second longer.

“and i think my friends agree with me.”

“you’re an ass,” you hissed as soon as you secured the seat next to hyunjin, shooting daggers out of your eyes while the latter chuckled. given, hyunjin’s question did made your move less suspicious since mr. kang actually took a liking to the idea and decided to substitute one of the assignments into this movie presentation group project, but still—you were so close to losing your dignity in front of dozens of your peers, on the first day of the new semester.

“would’ve been easier had you listened the first time,” he playfully retorted, remnants of victory still glimmered in his eyes, “and now you know i’m a man of my words. win-win situation for both of us.”

“as if,” you groaned in annoyance despite failing to even make a dent to hyunjin’s victorious grin. “you are the only one benefiting from this, mr. hwang. i’m merely a victim in this scheme of yours.”

“ouch—mr. hwang? really now?” hyunjin placed a hand over his heart, pretending as if he has been shot despite the wicked smile plastered across his face, “do you really want to hurt me like that?”

if you were to be honest, you do enjoy your playful bickers with hyunjin. it made him less of a muse and more of a… human. a regular college boy, who just so happened to be blessed by the goddess of beauty herself and sent here with an exceptional heart of gold.

like he’s just a boy.

“seemed fair enough,” instead, you replied with a mischievous grin while greeting a couple of hyunjin’s friends joining your little group.

“1-1, mr. hwang.”

the massive numbers displayed on your phone screen further validates the exhaustion you felt looming over your shoulders. it’s only the first week of the new semester and you’re already held up on campus way past your classes—how are you supposed to survive the rest of the school year?

to be fair, you really do love what you’re studying right now. it’s what you’ve always wanted to be since you were a child, and to be able to live out your inner child’s dream is one of your prides—but god, it did not make things easier to actually do.

just as you slipped your screen away, sparing yourself from a bunch of exhausting thoughts as your footsteps led you to your bus stop, a pack of gummy bear suddenly popped out of thin air in front of your eyes, causing you to stumble backwards onto the—

warm surface?

“i’m not a gummy sharing type of person, but i think you need this more than i do.”

pushing yourself off the other’s figure, you didn’t need to turn around to figure out the person’s identity—but you did anyway.

“gee, thanks mr. hwang,” you playfully snickered, snatching the bag of gummy and popped one unfortunate strawberry flavored bear in your mouth, “didn’t know you’re so kind.”

over the past week, you found out that you surprisingly have quite a lot of classes together with hyunjin and a few of his friends. you’re thankful he dropped the ‘i saved you a seat’ act by the third class you shared and let you actually sit amongst your friends, but in ways you don’t even understand, you somehow kept getting sorted in the same groups as hyunjin. well, at least now you no longer freeze up while hyunjin’s around.

“oh, can you drop that already,” hyunjin groaned, lips pursing into a subtle pout, “the others are starting to call me mr. hwang too thanks to you, you know.”

you couldn’t help but let a chuckle slip past your lips to hyunjin’s protest, already with a picture in your head about the whining he would’ve done once his closest friends started to pick up hyunjin’s objection to the nickname and used the name against him. how adorable he would’ve—

wait.

adorable?

hyunjin’s supposed to be simply your muse—maybe a friend at best! you don’t call your friends adorable, do you?

“you started it!” shaking your head in an attempt to rid the word from the nooks and crannies of your brain, you instead defended yourself while offering hyunjin the pack of gummies at the same time.

“what do you mean i started it!” hyunjin groaned, still popping a gummy in his mouth in the process, “i was just simply requesting your presence at the spot I have reserved for you!”

“and threatened to embarrass me if i didn’t move!” you deflected, playfully glaring at the latter. “don’t you dare omit that part, you sneaky weasel! i thought I was going to have to drop the class due to embarrassment!”

the crease between hyunjin’s brows grew thicker when he realized he couldn’t counter your protest, resulting in another pout to form on his lips, now clearer than before. it made you feel a little guilty—did you go a little too far? was he offended by the—

“i just wanted to get closer to you.”

…wait.

wait—what?

“i know it’s a lame excuse,” hyunjin’s groans turn muffled as he hid his face behind the palms of his hands, “it’s just—i don’t know, i find you fun? i know we just started talking after that group project but i like talking about stuff with you and even after the group project ended i just kept finding myself wanting to talk to you? i just—”

“whoa whoa—slow down!” you instinctively grabbed hyunjin’s shoulders; not too hard to shake him off, just enough to gently ground him back from his rambles. “breathe, you don’t need to explain anything to me, hyunjin. just breathe.”

well, frankly you do need an explanation—just… not from this adorably frantic hyunjin.

no, scratch that���just frantic.

not adorably.

just frantic.

hyunjin’s face was nearly the shade of the gummy bear packet you still had on your hand, and as much as you didn’t want to embarrass him more than he’s already feeling, your lips seemed to have their own plans when they curled up into a grin.

“don’t even say anything,” he warned, fingers now pointing at the rapidly growing grin on your face. “just don’t.”

you would honestly love to comply to hyunjin’s wishes, really—after all, you’re the type to honor and respect your friend’s wishes…

but is he just a friend?

“I’m not!” you stated, but despite throwing your hands up in a sign of defeat, hyunjin knew better when he noticed the constant degree of smile etched across your face,

“I just never would have thought that the campus crush,” you emphasized, trails of laughter already slipping past your lips in harmony to hyunjin’s exasperated sigh, “the mr. hwang hyunjin himself, is quite clumsy at making new friends.”

hyunjin was genuinely dumbfounded at your accusation.

“no i’m not!” he protested, subconsciously following your footstep as you got ready to catch your nearing bus, “it’s not that i’m bad at making friends, i just—”

hyunjin’s explanation were cut short when your bus finally arrived, prompting another frown to appear on his face when you hopped on without sparing him another glance. dejected, hyunjin turned around and—

“hyunjin!”

the speed at how quickly hyunjin turned on his heels at your voice nearly made you giggle. from one of the opened windows from the back of the bus, you locked eyes with hyunjin and smiled.

“text me your excuses and we’ll see if you’re actually good at making friends!” you shouted as the bus began to drove away, only allowing you to witness a faint ‘okay!’ along with an excited wave before hyunjin disappeared behind the curve of the crossroad.

well, maybe hyunjin is adorable after all.

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[cutielando]

my love | l.n.

social media au

synopsis: in which you hard-launch your relationship on the internet

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task force 141 + konig where they gangbang y/n (they corner them in the lockerroom/barracks-- y/n accidentally goes into the wrong room, or is it really the wrong room??) OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT and they each take their turn :DD AAAA im so sorry if its difficult i just really love ur writing :") please take ur time and if u ever do consider this THANK U :")

Pairing: 141 + König x F!Reader Category: Smut (18+) Warnings: Consensual Gangbanging, Multiple (and I mean multiple) Orgasms, Clit Play, Oral Sex (69), Penis in Vagina Sex, Thigh Fucking, Anal Sex, Spanking, Vaginal/Anal Fingering, Reader is Going to be Sore 💀 Word Count: 4.1k+

Author’s Note: Hi there! Thank you very much for your request. There were so many different scenarios but I was able to eventually dwindle it down to Y/N walking into the wrong locker room (whoopsie daisy). Also, König is included in the fic, I just couldn’t find a picture with all of them. I hope you enjoy!

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You yawned as you stretched your arms above your head. The sound of the water spraying from the showers was music to your ears-your body worn and grimy from the recent mission. You pushed open the door and padded inside, your steps heavy with exhaustion. All you had on your mind was taking a quick shower and slipping beneath your covers. Billows of steam rushed towards you as you opened the double doors. You headed towards your locker and paid no mind to the other bodies wandering about the room. You furrowed your brows when the combination didn’t work. You frowned as you tried again. Nothing. You flinched when a distinctly male voice cleared his throat behind you.

“Think you’re in the wrong room, lovie”.

Your eyes widened as you slowly turned around. Your blood ran cold. Your lieutenant, Ghost, was standing in front of you with crossed arms, his bulging muscles still dripping with hot water. You blushed when you realized he wasn’t wearing his mask. His face was rugged and littered with scars, an obvious sign of him living through years of combat. Your heart began to race as he took one step closer. You couldn’t tear your eyes away when they wandered down to see his girthy cock hanging between his legs. You bit your lip when you caught a glimpse of it twitching to life. Ghost was only a few feet in front of you as his arms fell to his sides.

“What’re you doin’ in ‘ere, hm, Sergeant?” he mused with a raised brow. His shadow swallowed you whole as you tried to look away. You swallowed a lump in your throat, gripping the towel you held in your arms.

“I-I’m sorry. It was an accident-truly,” you stammered as you felt heat rise to your cheeks. Your eyes flicked around the room to look anywhere but at him, only to lock eyes with the other men. Your knees felt weak as they all stood there staring at you and your flimsy cover-up. You felt your breath punched out of your lungs when you realized they were just as stark naked as Ghost. Your lips parted as your mind began to buzz with a whirlwind of emotions.

You were embarrassed beyond belief…and yet, you couldn’t help but feel the intoxication of pure lust coursing through you. Your blood ran cold when you saw your very own Captain in the same room: his stormy, sea green eyes piercing into you as he gave a wry grin. You felt dizzy as you tried to brace yourself against the lockers, clenching your legs together. Ghost chuckled as he slid his hand beneath your chin, tilting it up so you could meet his gaze.

“You sure it was an accident? Cause the way you're shifting your cute little thighs together tells me otherwise,” he muttered, his hot breath fanning over your neck. A small moan left your lips as his lips raked across your skin. He looked back up at you, his mahogany eyes dripping with pure desire. “Tell us what you want, love,” Ghost murmured, his hands falling to delicately brush over your hips.

Us?

Your eyes were as wide as saucers as you looked around the room. All of the 141's cock’s seemed to twitch and throb to life. Your mouth nearly snapped open when you saw a towering man, who you assumed to be König, pawing at his massive length. Was this really happening? You whined when Ghost peppered your neck with open mouth kisses. A rush of heat struck through your core as he suckled over your pulse, then licked across the blooming hickey. You swallowed thickly before parting your lips.

“I-I want you…all of you,” you squealed when Ghost suckled another hickey onto your neck. He parted from your neck and nipped at the shell of your ear. Your body trembled at the prospect of having every one of your holes stretched and pumped full of cum while you jerked two other men off with your smaller hands. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as Ghost sank his teeth into your neck. You gasped as he flattened his tongue over the throbbing bite mark.

“Gonna take our sweet time with you-right lads?” he rumbled before kissing up your jaw. You heard the men grunt in agreement, their voices falling onto your ears like a melody. You felt lost in your own emotions as they tumbled and crashed together. You squeezed your legs even tighter as Ghost pulled his head up and gave you a soft smile. Your heart cracked at the sight-you were so used to seeing his macabre visage that his expressions seemed lost to you.

“Can’t wait to see how good that pussy feels,” he said before stealing a slow, tender kiss from your lips. The distinguished sound of a door locking felt numb to your ears as the taste of your lieutenant flooded your mouth. It was slightly minty with a hint of tobacco, the flavors blending together as both of you slung your tongues together. You sighed into the kiss as his hands worked to peel your towel off of your trembling body. You felt goosebumps bloom across your body as the fabric fell to the floor.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” Ghost breathed, admiring your body. You blushed furiously before he dove back in, his hands gently massaging your hips. Your eyes shot open when another rugged body came up behind you and sandwiched you together. You turned to see Soap beaming at you with his usual, cheeky grin.

“Mind if I have the first go?” he whispered as he licked your jawline. You keened at the feeling of his hot member twitching against your ass.

“P-Please,” you sighed while nodding your head. Ghost remained still for a moment, though decided to step back, admiring the view before him as he gripped his own girthy cock. A deep rumble rose from Soap’s chest as his hands slowly came up your sides. You gasped as they landed on your breasts.

“So fuckin’ soft,” he murmured. You felt arousal start to leak between your legs as he slowly tweaked your sensitive nipples between his rough fingers. You arched your back, pushing your butt further into his hips. The movement caused his dick to slip between your thighs, his head just barely poking out from the front of them.

“Please, Johnny,” you mewled. Soap moaned at the sound of his real name as his hands spread over your tits. You went to spread your legs. A whimper left you as you felt him harshly squeeze your breasts.

“Keep your legs together,” Soap ordered with a husky growl. You nodded before throwing your head back, letting it fall on his sturdy shoulder. Soap pressed kisses up your neck as he began to slowly push and pull his cock between your thighs. He groaned as your cunt coated his thick length with your juices.

“Mm, that’s it,” the man groaned as he kneaded your breasts. Your mind became more fuzzy as he added another bite mark to your shoulder. “That’s my good lass,” he lilted. You felt your walls clench as the head of his cock continuously breached through your slick folds. Soap grunted as his thumbs flicked your hard nipples, his hot mouth enveloped over your shoulder in a wet kiss.

“Christ, Soap-hurry up,” Gaz whined. You gazed up at the man with half-lidded eyes. Gaz stared at you with a similar expression, his nostrils flaring as he squeezed his leaking dick in his hand. Your eyes squeezed shut when Soap’s hand fell down and began to rub meticulous circles around your swollen nub.

“Ah, don’t stop,” you whined. Your knees buckled when you felt Soap pinch your clit. He wrapped his arm around your torso, pressing your back flush against his broad chest. You felt like you were being rocked by an ocean of bliss as he started to buck into you at a hungry pace.

“‘M not gonna stop-not when you feel this fuckin’ good,” Soap groaned. The sound of your slick movements stoked the fire growing in the pit of your belly. You mewled as Soap drew faster circles around your clit. “C’mon-cum with me, bonnie,” he moaned with a sharp snap of his hips. You gasped as the cord inside of you snapped violently. You arched your back as a white-hot wave of ecstasy washed over you.

The feeling of Soap’s cock twitching beneath you only prolonged your blissful contractions. He coated your thighs with rope after rope of his cum, the warmth dribbling down to your knees as you writhed in pleasure. Soap kissed your cheek as his cock began to soften between your legs. You panted as your high dissipated.

“Look so cute when you cum over my cock, hen,” Soap praised as he still held you close. He kissed your temple before slowly backing away from you, his hands protectively placed on your hips. You stared into his deep blue eyes before you felt a new pair of warm hands . You gazed behind you, meeting a pair of chocolate brown eyes.

“‘Scuse me, love,” Gaz gave a wry grin as he laid himself down on the hard surface. You mirrored his expression as you sat on top of him, angling yourself to take his cock. He clicked his tongue.

“Not quite what I had in mind,” Gaz said as he grabbed your hips. You gasped as he spun you around, your dripping cunt hovering just above his mouth. Your eyes grew wide at the sight of his thick cock twitching right in front of your face. Your breath stuttered as you heard Gaz smack his lips, his hot breath cascaded over your folds.

“H-Holy shit,” you whispered. Your hands flew up to brace Gaz’s thighs as he slipped his mouth over your cunt. You moaned, a jolt of electricity shooting through your core. You took several deep breaths as he moved his tongue back and forth, writing out his name across your slit. You took a few deep breaths before slowly sinking your mouth around his shaft.

Gaz groaned as he swiped at your folds while you bobbed your head up and down his length. He was thicker than you imagined-his girth stretching out your jaw more than any other man you’ve been with. The taste of his salty-bitter precum danced over your tongue as you swirled your wet muscle around his head each time you came back up.

“Yeah, that’s it baby,” he murmured into your pussy before taking your clit between his lips. Your hands clenched around his thighs as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive nub.

“Gaz, fuck,” you whined, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the head of his cock. The sergeant chuckled before thrusting his tongue inside of your quivering hole. You sucked in a sharp breath through your nose before angling your head to take him in deeper, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

Both of you moaned and panted as you ate each other like starved wolves. The vibrations from Gaz’s voice sent ripples of arousal straight into your core. You released a breathy sigh around his dick as he slipped his tongue out and slid one of his digits inside of you. You shifted your hips over Gaz’s face as he stroked you tenderly, his finger reaching and caressing your g-spot. You heard him emit a low growl as his cock twitched inside of your wet cavern.

You moaned his name as he gave a harsh suck to your clit, your second high tearing you in half. Your whole body grew tense as his cock was lodged deep in your throat. You gasped as you felt something warm spill into your mouth, his cum draining down your esophagus. His brows furrowed as your walls clenched around his finger, sucking him in eagerly.

As your high began to fade, you slowly pulled your lips off of his length. You made sure to keep your lips tightly wound together, carefully holding his seed inside your mouth. He smoothed his hands over your hips, raising them before he gasped out for air. It made you wonder if he wanted to suffocate as he devoured your cunt. The thought made a small shiver course through you.

“Fuck me, (Y/N). That was incredible,” Gaz gasped between heavy breaths. You smiled sheepishly before turning so he could see your slightly swollen cheeks. His lips parted as you audibly swallowed his cum. You grinned as you stuck out your tongue. No trace of white was left. “Bloody hell,” he shuddered.

You smiled as the man guided you to rest on his chest. You closed your eyes and caught your breath, the afterglow of your orgasm warming you from head to toe. Just as you felt your heart rate steady, a shadow crossed over you. You cracked an eye open to see your Captain looming above you, his thick hand pumping at his red-hot length.

“Believe I should’ve gone first-bein’ your Captain and all,” Price muttered. Gaz huffed as he helped you off of him, guiding you to sit up while he slid off the bench. You gazed up at Price with the biggest doe-eyes you could pull, though it seemed futile when you were shoved onto your stomach. You winced as his calloused hands kneaded at the flesh of your hips. You turned your head slightly to see your Captain leaning on the bench with one knee, his other leg balancing himself on the tiled floor. He raised a thick brow as he continued to jerk himself off.

“Think you should be disciplined, Sergeant. You’ve walked into the men’s locker room like a naughty girl,” Price grunted. You cried out as he laid a smack against your ass. He groaned as he watched it jiggle, a red mark staining your bum. You felt your heart race when he grabbed your asscheeks in his hands, spreading them apart.

The man shoved two of his fingers into his mouth before releasing them with a wet “pop”. You moaned as he circled your puckering asshole with his digits. Your hands flew in front of you to grab the edges of the bench as he moved to massage your ass with one hand, the other slowly dipping into your hole.

“Say it-say what a naughty girl you’ve been,” Price commanded as he pumped his fingers into you. You gurgled incoherently, your mind intoxicated from two mind-shattering orgasms and the feeling of him stretching your hole wide open. You lunged forward as he smacked your bum again, this time leaving another red mark.

“I-I’m a naughty girl,” you keened, shaking your ass as he thrusted his digits inside with a sudden squelch. “A-And I need to be disciplined,” you batted your lashes. Price growled before curling his fingers inside of you.

“Damn right, you do,” he huffed with a small smirk. You jolted forward as he suddenly shoved his length into your asshole, molding your insides the shape of his cock. Your mouth snapped into a tight “o” as you felt yourself being stretched out by your Captain, inch by delicious inch.

“So fuckin’ tight-Christ,” he grunted as his hips became flush with your raw ass. You moaned at the tightness before he slid himself out, leaving his head inside. Your fingers curled around the bench as he pistoned into you, his hands bruisingly gripping your waist. “Love how your hole stretches around me,” Price rumbled. You felt tears prick at your eyes, the sensations overwhelming you from head to toe. You yelped as he laid another slap to your ass.

“Fuck-I want to see you, love-but this arse just feels too fuckin’ good,” he hissed between gritted teeth. You arched your back as he grabbed your hair, pulling on it while he shoved a few fingers into your mouth. You instinctively suckled on them, tasting the saltiness of his sweat. You jolted when his other hand laid a sudden smack to your cunt, your slick spraying across his hand.

“I’m so close,” he grunted. Your head rolled to the side as your third orgasm washed over you, sending a shockwave through your core. Price growled as he slammed his hips into you. Your entire body lit on fire as he filled up your insides. It was an entirely new sensation-though it was one you could certainly get used to. He patted your thighs before slipping off of you, his rough palms lingering on your waist. Your limbs felt like they were full of lead as you tried to stand up, only to remain prone on the bench.

“Steamin’ Jesus, Price-I think you broke her,” Soap gaped. You blinked lazily before being pulled into two strong arms. You looked up to see an unfamiliar face above you. You gave a small smile as you recognized the pair of icy blue eyes that gazed down at you softly. The tip of a water bottle was pressed to your lips and you greedily slurped up the cold liquid.

“Ah, the little Maus just needed a break,” König cooed. You tapped his wrist, letting him know you were done with your drink. You smacked your lips when he pulled it away from you. You sighed and nuzzled your face into his rugged stomach as he gently rocked you in his arms, your naked body resting on his sturdy lap. His hand caressed your red cheek as he leaned down, kissing your forehead.

“Do you think you can handle any more, Schatz?” the Austrian murmured. You stared at him, eyes half-lidded and body shaking with overstimulation.

“Y-Yes,” you rasped out. König’s brows knitted together.

“If you’re feeling too tired, we don’t have-” He gasped when you straddled his hips, legs clumsily wrapping around his back. He moaned as you kissed him deeply, your pussy lips gliding over his massive length.

“I want to,” you said resolutely. König beamed before pressing his forehead to yours.

“Turn around for me then, Kätzchen,” he commanded gently with a pat on your waist. You smiled as you spun around, making sure to rake your ass against his abs. You could feel the rumble in his chest as you spread your limp legs over his. He muttered sweet phrases in German as he slipped his hand down towards your heat. You shivered against him as he spread your labia apart with his thick fingers. Your cunt was a mess of slick and cum that dribbled down from your asshole. He groaned as he felt around your puffy folds and swollen clit.

“Gonna take it nice and slow, ja?” König soothed. You nodded and relaxed as he slipped a finger into your hole. You gasped at how just one finger filled you up, your walls mush around the ridges of his digit. König grunted as he began to slowly pump his finger inside of you, his other hand massaging your bundle of nerves. You moaned as he played with your pussy, his movements calm and gentle. You gasped when the pad of his finger brushed against your g-spot. “Are you alright, Kätzchen?” he asked. You nodded, curling your hands around his wrists.

“Yes-you feel so good, Kö. Making me feel so good,” you praised. König grinned before he added another finger into your cunt, stretching you out wonderfully. His movements grew a bit faster as his thumb flicked and stroked at your clit. You gasped when his fingers were replaced with his cock. Your eyes nearly crossed as you felt his immensely thick shaft split you down the middle.

“Meine,” was all he could rasp out before he gently bucked into your heat. You moaned when you saw his head bulge beneath your stomach. You could feel your body melting in his touch. He continued to swirl his finger around your nub as he bounced you on his cock, his voice cracking with every moan and pant that left him. Despite his gargantuan size, he was handling you like you were made of porcelain. Your eyes glazed over as you felt yourself tense again. König whined as your walls constricted around him.

“König-I’m gonna cum,” you mewled. He rumbled before pistoning his hips up into your heat.

“Fuck-me too,” he gasped out. Both of you moaned at the same time as your walls contracted around him. He stilled inside you, your cunt milking his cock dry. You whined as you felt his cum gush out of your pussy, flooding his lap. The rush of liquid never seemed to end as he slowly pulled you off his length. He peppered your face with soft kisses before giving you another sip of water.

“You did so well for me, meine Schatz,” he praised while stroking your cheek with his thumb. You smiled at him sleepily before he receded back. You glanced above you to find Ghost standing tensely, his cock cherry red and ready to burst. He grabbed a towel lying on the floor and helped you up. You sighed as you were laid back down on the soft fabric, his palms stroking over your shaking legs.

“How you feelin’, lovie?” Ghost asked softly. You felt your voice die in your throat as he gazed at you with his gentle, brown eyes. Eyes you’ve seen full of a quiet rage countless times in combat.

“I think…I can do one more,” you puffed out. Ghost hummed as he adjusted his hips.

“Atta girl,” he praised. You smiled up at him as he slid his cock inside, pushing some of König’s cum out of your hole. You melted as he thrusted into you, gently massaging your tender breasts. “Been wantin’ you for so long-fuck-you feel better than I could ever imagine,” Ghost grunted. You bit your lip, taking in slow, deep breaths as he bottomed out inside of you.

Your limbs felt like putty in his hands as he raised one of your legs to fall over his shoulder. Both of you locked eyes and you nodded. He exhaled through his nose as he pumped his cock through your plush walls. You could feel your mind starting to grow fuzzy as he rocked his hips into you.

“Simon,” you murmured. Ghost’s hips stuttered as his name softly fell from your swollen lips. His movements became a little more hungry, his balls slapping against your cum-coated ass as he snapped his hips.

“So perfect f’me,” he groaned. You barely had time to brace yourself before your fifth orgasm shook you to your core, electricity trickling down to your fingers and toes.

“Christ, how many is that? Five?” he groaned. You nodded your head, letting your eyes close as you were rocked by his strong thrusts. Ghost rumbled as he crashed his lips onto yours. The sound of your sloppy, cum-filled cunt fluttering around his dick made your mind completely melt. “You’ve taken all so well, love,” Ghost praised as he bullied his cock into your hole. Your brows knitted together as he kissed you again.

“Gonna fill this pussy up, stuff you with my cum,” he moaned as his balls twitched against your folds. “You’d like that, love?” Ghost huffed. You nodded.

“Please, please fucking fill me,” you gasped. He chuckled as he sped up his thrusts, the sound of your skin slapping against his echoing throughout the tiled space. You moaned and raked your nails down his shoulders as he slammed his cock into you, stilling inside and shooting his load into your tight hole. Your jaw went slack as you felt your pussy warm, only to feel exhaustion wash over you once more.

“(Y/N)? Are you with me?” Ghost’s muffled voice called. You only managed to make a small mumbling noise before sleep finally overtook you.

+++

You gasped as you shot up beneath a cozy comforter. You looked down, seeing you were wearing a fresh pair of clothes. Your hair was still wet and smelled of shampoo. Your eyes scanned the dark room. You finally recognized that you were back in your quarters when your vision adjusted. You puffed out a breath of air as you sank your head down onto your pillow.

Was all of that just a dream?

Your face turned a deep shade of red at the many lewd acts that transpired. You yawned before shifting in your bed, gasping when you felt a dull ache blooming in all of your holes.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

[troublelcwyer]

#TROUBLELCWYER ⠀ — — A HIGHLY SELECTIVE & PRIVATE ACCOUNT CRAFTED FOR FAKEVZ.

Ianto Lúx Garciá was born as the first child of the successful lawyer Ravier Garciá and his wife Jade Garciá who worked as a nurse back then. He was born on the 12th October 1997 in Valencia, Spain where he spent the first 10 years of his childhood, loved and spoiled by his parents. At the age of 6 his mother got pregnant a second time and birthed a little girl they called Meredith. When Ianto was ten years old his mother got sick and the little family moved to Cardiff, in Wales to be closer to their mothers side of family. Even at a young age, the man knew he wanted to step into his father's footsteps and so it was no wonder when Ianto got accepted at law school where he absolved his studies in a little of three years before joining his father in their family law company. He moved to london where he lives together with his eight children while working for celebrities and big media companies as a lawyer. Deeply & madly in love with @rockstcrs

𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍: legal work, living a double life, dangerous work, working with celebrities and powerful people, crimes & laws.

DO NOT INTERACT: Muse & Mun are both over 25 so everything under 21 is a NO GO. German and English are equally alright but english is highly preferred. Also dni if youre sensible to violence as this blog contains hard topics (ALL RULES ON CARRD)

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[infinityyrp]

Muse List: Teen wolf 🐺

☆Sundina Gloriana Deaton-Villanueva (TW/BTVS/shadowhunters OC)

☆Mieczyslaw 'Stiles' Stilinski

☆Isaac Lahey

☆Kira Yukimura

☆Malia Hale

☆Vernon Boyd

☆Romeo Bennett (TW/TVD OC)

RULES and what I'm looking for:

☆Always looking for partners.☆

•25+ MDNI.

•All Muses 21+, mature and dark themes will be present. Looking for MXF or FxF Roleplays, with me in the F role for mxf: I NO LONGER DOUBLE UP! I PREFER THE FEMALE ROLE DUE TO UNFORTUNATE EVENTS OF PARTNERS NOT BEING EQUAL AND TAKING ADVANTAGE OF ME AND MY MALE MUSES.

☆My Muse for my OC is always high: Replies, posts, and starters for her will be rapid fire. Medium-high activity.

♧My Muse for my cannon characters vary: so that means replies, posts, and starters for them will vary. Medium-Low activity.

•Looking for a partner to play as Derek Hale and Scott McCall: I am okay with Genderbent!F Muses for them as well! (If you need ideas for FC's I have a few in mind.) Please actually enjoy it and want to play them as well. It's not fun for anyone if both parties don't enjoy it.

•Looking for Clark Kent from Superman and Lois:

•Looking for a Faith Lehane from BTVS: My main OC has a slayer verse. She was a potential slayer (unfound) and when Willow did the slayer awakening spell, she arose to the occasion.

•Looking for Tasha Williams from The L word: But make it supernatural

•Looking for Angel Reyes from The Mayans: But make it supernatural.

•Looking for Ricky Underwood from SLOTAT: but make it supernatural.

•Looking for Jace Wayland from Shadowhunters: Post series.

•Looking for Zade Meadows from Haunting Adeline:

•Looking for Zeke Landon from manifest: But make it supernatural.

•Looking for someone to make an OC out of Devale Ellis.

•Looking for someone to make an OC out of Taye Diggs.

•Looking for a MALE OC of YOUR choice if the chemistry is there!

Thank you! ♥️

•Looking for all other cannon characters for platonic interactions— potential romance:

•No guarantee on interactions: just because you send a starter to me or reply to one of my open starters, does not mean I will reply to you. I will kindly decline a roleplay if I don't vibe with your style. I will never ignore you though, that's very rude and disrespectful. You will get nothing but kindness from me and I expect the same in return.

•Semi-selective.

•NOT GHOST FRIENDLY: Please be an adult and communicate the issue so we can either change things up or part ways respectfully.

•Mun is 29 almost 30: I am an adult and want to be treated as such. Drama will not be tolerated, if you can't respect me, you will get blocked.

•This blog is for entertainment purposes only: It's purely fiction and is supposed to be fun. I'm not here to fulfill some fantasy that you have, I am married and a mom and write for the storylines. Nothing more.

•No god-modding.

•Respect my limits and triggers and I'll respect yours:

No rape, pedophilia, blood incest, heavy mentions of abuse, heavy mentions of death, extreme gore, and bathroom play. Those are my HARD no's.

•My preferred method of roleplay is on Discord. My UN is: infinityyrp

TUPPERBOX IS A REQUIREMENT.

•I will roleplay here if need be.

•I prefer the female role, with the exception of my side/background male cannon characters.

•I will not accept anything less than a paragraph: Though my motto is always quality over quantity.

•I enjoy text style roleplays from time to time: Especially when things get busy for me/us.

•50\50 smut and story: Fluff will be kept at a minimum. I enjoy drama of all kinds(cheating, love triangles, double life, pregnancies, one night stands.) The list goes on. If that's not your cup of tea, then I'm not the partner for you.

•please be POC friendly: my main OC is a woman of color— Alan Deatons daughter.

•lgbtq+ friendly.

•I give everyone the benefit of the doubt, but I do have the right to decline a roleplay, just as you do.

•Communicate effectively.

•Please be consistent: Consistency is key in my book. If I'm waiting days for a reply (without communication), I lose interest. I understand life happens, I have a job m-f, but I also know most of us have our phones on us at all times, and it literally takes 2 minutes to send a message explaining your absence. I WILL leave a server after 7 days of inactivity and no communication. Sorry not sorry.

•Please be willing to talk ooc and be enthusiastic about our stories: I like to make Playlists and plot and talk about our ships and be friends outside of the roleplay.

•Most important, have fun!

•Open starters will be in the comments: DM me about which one you like and I'll tag you in a starter on the TL or we can make a server on discord and go from there!

•You can add me on discord and message me anytime.

•My DMs are open for discussing potential partnership/plots.

•Kink friendly: Will discuss privately

•Taboo friendly: will discuss privately.

Are we besties yet?😉

Send an Emoji when you DM me to let me know you've read and understand my preferences and rules:

Thank you for your time! ❤️

Discord: infinityyrp

[tailbitten]

Welcoming Post

God, ok, so this is not my main Dumblr account-- I sprang out one of my other emails to put this puppy together so that I could do the magical FOLLOW/FOLLOWBACK! I hate how you can't do that on side blogs. Meh.

I've been a huge fan of Journey to the West and it's fandom(s) for a loooong time. When we discuss rp, I'll probably talk to you about how I got introduced to it when I was eight-- fun, cute story, but not something I want to put here.

Thought I'd see what the RP scene was like on here, so here we are!

Details

-Journey to the West / Lego Monkie Kid / Black Myth Wukong (And more, I guess, these babies are everywhere) RP Blog

-20+

-Literate / Advanced Literate (Mun has a minor in English Literature)

-Can RP on Tumblr through threads, DMs, Gmail or on Discord (Please ask privately)

-WILL DO: Canon/OC, Canon/Canon, OC/OC; Doubling Up (For Canon/OC ships, you want a specific canon for your OC? I’ll expect the same in return.)

Things I Need

-Length Requirement; So long as you’re able to write at least a Paragraph, I’m satisfied. I can post upwards of twenty paragraphs if I’m scene building, but do not let that scare you off. I will never require you to match me unless you just want to. Please don’t feel pressured.

-Age Requirement; 20+, as previously stated. For certain situations, I may ask you to prove your age to me, and will provide proof of my age to you.

-I prefer to write in Third Person, and I would appreciate it if you did the same.

-Teamwork makes the Dream Work! I like plotting, and I LOVE Collaborating. We can make something amazing together if we just think about it.

-Communication; If you have an issue you need to discuss, let me know! Further, I like to make friends with the people that I write with, so OOC is much loved.

-Frequency; So, I work third shift at a Mental Hospital, and at a certain point of the night, I’m very, very active to try and keep myself from falling asleep at work. I will post a lot at night, and less during the day unless it’s my days off. I work on a Rotation, which I will inform you of when/if you contact me. It’s pretty easy to get accustomed to when I’m around. I can/will post multiple times a day, but this isn’t a requirement.

-Art; I will draw stuff in regards to our rps, but I will always ask permission, first.

-YOUR COMFORT IS IMPORTANT TO ME; Please let me know of your triggers, pet peeves, dislikes, etc. I don’t want to approach any subject that may make YOU uncomfortable. I appreciate this courtesy returned to me.

-NSFW Nonsense; Dark themes ahead! Further, if you want a romantic plot of some sort, I’d prefer a slow-burn. Lewds can be lead up to, but it will never take place on the dash. Always in private- assuming we write here on Tumblr at all.

MUSES;

Who I can/Will RP;

-Sun Wukong, Liu Er Mihou, Ne Zha, Erlang, Red Boy/Son/Whatever, White Bone Devil/ Lady Bone Demon/ White Bone Spirit (whatever), Spider Sisters/Queen, and many many more!!!

I have several OCs, some that are based on pre-existing novel characters who don’t get shown out in much else, some just pure OC.

I can write any gender, so please specify what do when we’re doublin’ up u3u

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this post, I appreciate you. If you have any more questions that this didn’t cover, the Rules and Character Info sections may help out!

[softly-potter]

White rose in Bloom Event - Day 6

Day six for WRW🌹hope you like this one!

@whiterose-fans-blog

Prompt: First kiss

Word count: 610

Warning: none

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Ruby presses the back of her knuckles to her mouth, trying to slow her breathing as she watches Weiss brush out her hair.

Their last night together before Weiss goes back to Atlas, and yet Ruby had still not felt the timing. She’d dreamed of kissing Weiss for years, and now that she had the chance, she’d frozen every time.

“I think I'm all packed.” Weiss says, pulling Ruby from her thoughts. Blinking, Ruby drops her hand from her mouth, nodding quickly.

“G-good, that's good.” She replies, and Weiss raises a brow.

“Ruby, come on, are you still nervous about moving back with Tai?” Weiss asks, puts a hand on her hip. “I’m sure he’ll let you be just as independent as you are now. Trust me, when it comes to the dad department, you’re winning.”

Ruby smiles and settles on her haunches in front of her own bag. She had been packed since earlier this morning, her comic books settled nicely on top of her clothing, but she nervously double checked it anyways.

“Nah, I know,” Ruby says with a grin. “He’s the best.”

Her heels clicking on the wood floor paneling, Weiss walks across their dorm and sits on Ruby's bed, crossing her legs at the knees. “Is something going on? You know you can tell me anything right?”

Ruby looks up at her from her crouched position and finds Weiss beaming.

“I know, I-” Ruby swallows, standing straight before sitting next to Weiss. “You just make me nervous.”

Weiss lets out a laugh that sounds like the twinkling of bells. “Me? No way.”

“Yes way,” Ruby giggles. Weiss places a hand on her shoulder, fingers chilly before leaning close and pressing a chaste kiss to Ruby's cheek.

It could be friendly.

It could mean nothing. But Ruby is about to lose Weiss for the summer and she can’t let it slip by.

As Weiss begins to pull back, Ruby moves forward and presses her closed mouth to Weiss’. Weiss freezes, her hand clutched to Ruby’s shoulder, until her lips soften and she kisses her back.

Heart hammering, Ruby drops her chin, her lungs expanding before looking up nervously. Weiss’ eyes are wide, and she presses her hand to her mouth.

“That-”

“I’m sorry-”

They speak at the same time, and Ruby swallows thickly, nervous energy in her veins until Weiss’ face cracks, and she lets out a small laugh.

“What’re you apologizing for?” Weiss muses, scooting forward. “I’ve been thinking about that all semester.”

“You-” Ruby splutters, her face hot. “You have?”

Weiss rolls her eyes and cups the side of Ruby’s face, her thumb skimming over her chin. “Mhm. Now come back here.”

Closing the distance, Weiss kisses Ruby softly, her mouth smooth as her tongue runs across the seam of the other girl's mouth. Ruby hums in weak surprise, grabbing Weiss' wrist as she turns her face, relishing in the feel of Weiss against her.

It's soft and faint, Weiss’ tongue massaging Ruby’s in slow tandem. She tastes like sweet cream, her mouth plush and when she moans, Ruby feels a pull in her abdomen.

After a few moments, Weiss pulls away, scarlet painted on her pale cheeks, and it takes Ruby a few moments to remember to breathe correctly. Beside her, Weiss’ scroll buzzes and she swears as she reaches for it, her eyes rolling once she’s read the message.

“It’s my sister, I gotta go,” Weiss hums, and she grabs Ruby's hand, giving it a squeeze. “But… I look forward to doing more of that when we come back. Okay?”

Ruby smiles, squeezing Weiss’ digits and wishing she never had to let go.

[axnewxera]

// I've been deep in thought the last few days about Rufus and his character. I just started this blog and I'm still fleshing out my muse in my head.

So. I'mma dump some of my headcanon on the character, and this WILL affect how I RP him and this WILL get long and ranty.

(I'm sorry if the format is wonky, I'm laying in bed on mobile. Also spoilers of pretty much all FF7 media ahoy)

In the original game (and arguably in different levels in other media since then), Rufus is definitely presented as a villain.

His big introduction in the original game has him giving off this big speech to the party about how his father was too soft on the world with propaganda and narrative control and intended to instead rule through fear and intimidation. He stages a public execution of our party members late in the game. He tries to take Cid's plane instead of reviving the space program. He sent Cait Sith to act as a Shinra spy on our party (or at least was aware of this, as the Turks actively follow Cait Sith's intel). He bankrolled Avalanche to essentially backstab his father! He's very manipulative and deceitful and you can never quite trust him!

But honestly..... Nothing he's actually done has me convinced that he was ever actually a bad guy.

Yes, he SAYS how bad he is when you first meet him in the original. He definitely seems to WANT to be the big villain of the series. But Sephiroth's greater threat to the planet aside... Rufus is just not that guy.

Is Shinra, Inc. evil? Oh hell yeah. Heidegger, Scarlet? Yup. Hojo? LOL

But almost IMMEDIATELY after becoming president, Rufus started suppressing Heidegger and (presumably) Scarlet. Heidegger seemed to be THE dude for President Shinra. The two were very much in alignment in their goals and methods. And Rufus lowers him by berating him and never taking him seriously. Not to mention the fact that he basically started an eco-terrorist group to get his heartless evil father gone.

Even though he starts off saying how little the common people mean to him, his goals from very early on are to protect the world from Sephiroth, and to spearhead the effort to find the Promised Land. Even his execution of Barrett and Tifa is an attempt to comfort the people (and, I suspect, to draw Cloud out of hiding) - but he never seems too upset that they escaped the attempt. Or that Cait Sith remains on the party after his usefulness as a spy was over.

He comes off as arrogant and tricky, he sure does some mean things... but his intentions are noble, and his known tendency to play both sides of any conflict - secretly funding Avalanche, secretly funding the World Regenesis Organization, whatever amazing shenanigans are going on in the remakes with Wutai and Viceroy Sarruf - has me doubting that the "evil" stuff like the execution were even intended to actually take place. He's pulling strings to get people where he wants them.

Rufus can't just SAY what he wants. Advent Children is a good example - his intentions are much more openly "good", but no one believes him and there's all this doubt and "What is he really up to?" that swirl around his character. When it counted, he seemed surprisingly honest, yet it just pushed Cloud away.

If he came out as the president of this huge evil corporation and laid out his noble intentions to the world, everyone would doubt him every step of the way and his plans would never get done. Not to mention the very likely possibility that Heidegger and Scarlet and whatever supporters President Shinra still had would stage some sort of coup against him in that event. He still has to be a Shinra. So he does it to play the game, give the world or sometimes our party a villain to unite against, and get things done.

I also think Rufus sees HIMSELF as a villain, even though his intentions are pure. He's a Shinra, after all, and was raised by his father to be this heartless embodiment of pride and corporation. All that lying and manipulating and double-dealing leaves a mark on the psyche. He is fully comfortable presenting himself as the villain because he believes that's who he is, but he disagrees with his father's goals and methods so much that he actively sabotages himself.

I'm not sure if any of this was the writers' actual intent or if it's just all my interpretation, buuuuuut that's the fun of RP right? Getting to dig deeper and assign your own spin on the character.

[ladamedusoif]

Family (Din Djarin x F!Reader)

A Merry Fic-Mas - December 25

Part of A Merry Fic-Mas: A Pedro Boys Holiday Fic Calendar - click for masterlist

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Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Word Count: 1903

Rating: Teen

Warnings: No physical description of reader; no use of Y/N; set after S3 of The Mandalorian; references to illness

Aliit ori’shya tal’din - Family is more than blood (Mandalorian proverb)

***

Din doesn’t get sick. Injured, sure. But sick? Never.

The strange, fuzzy feeling in his head is just a headache, he reasons to himself as he potters around the house, back early from a job and waiting for you to return from collecting Grogu from school in the town. You’ve been helping them out for a few months now, taking care of housekeeping and looking after the little boy when his father is away or busy during the day. 

Din likes having you around. In the beginning, he’d leave almost as soon as you arrived at their cabin, having travelled from the nearby farm you lived on with your widower father. But now, he lingered. He was glad when you suggested coming by on days when he was there, to help show him the basics of managing the household. He would never admit it, but he missed you when you went home in the evenings.

He pours a glass of water and tries to focus, bringing his hand to his forehead and being surprised to find it cold and clammy, even though he feels like he’s on fire. 

He can’t be sick, though. Not him. He sips the water and promptly splutters it back out as his body is racked with a hacking cough.

He can hear you and Grogu chattering as you approach the house. A few deep breaths and sips of water, and his helmet is back on before you’ve even opened the door.

***

It had become a habit to stay after picking Grogu up from school, to help out with preparing the main meal for him and Din. Din appreciates your help - he tells you how much he’s learned from you, and how much he still needs to know. 

Today, you stand side by side at one of the worktops peeling vegetables and chopping them into bite-size chunks to accompany the meat that’s cooking nicely in the oven, filling the little cabin with its aroma. You look over to see how Din is getting on, and are struck by the fact that his chopping is a far cry from its usual even, meticulous standard.

More worryingly, you’re sure you can hear him wheezing through his modulator. He’s leaning heavily on the worktop, as if for fear he’ll fall. 

“Din? Are you okay?”

He shakes his head. “I’m fine. It’s just a headache.”

No sooner has he resumed his work than a horrible, hacking cough has him bent double, gasping under his helmet. Even Grogu is scared - you can see it in his big dark eyes as he drops his toys and runs to comfort his beloved father.

“That’s not a headache, Din. You’re sick.”

The Mandalorian grips the edge of the counter and hauls himself up to his full, imposing height, Grogu still clinging to his leg. “I am not sick. I don’t get sick.”

You toss your knife on the chopping board. “Are Mandalorians somehow special, that they don’t get a simple cold, now and again?”

He does that exasperated sigh you’ve heard too often.

“Alright, Din. You’re not sick. But tell me how your body feels, being not-sick.”

That sigh.

“My head feels a little fuzzy. I have this slight cough. That’s it.”

“No fever?”

He shakes his head again, and you spot him tightening his grip on the counter. “I am fine. Now, can we please make some dinner?”

***

You tend to eat outside, on the veranda, if you’re eating with Din and Grogu. It means he can take off his helmet and eat comfortably, without revealing his face to someone outside his family.

You eat the last of your vegetables and survey the little garden the clan of two have cultivated, with your help. A little pond, a vegetable patch, even some desert flowers that bloom happily in the dry, sandy soil. 

A proper home for the little family, you muse. From what your father and Karga had told you about Din and Grogu’s past, you knew they deserved this little sanctuary.

Your reverie is shattered by the sound of distressed noises coming from inside the cabin - Grogu, babbling in panic and crying out with fear. You drop your bowl and are about to race inside when you stop, remembering that Din may well have his helmet off. 

“I’m coming in. Din? Just giving you fair warning.”

No answer. Just more frightened coos and what sounds like metal scraping on the floor.

“Din?”

Still nothing.

“Grogu? Is it okay for me to come in?”

The door to the cabin opens and the child races out and flings himself into your arms, pointing back into the house and babbling something in his curious mix of Basic and Mando’a about his father.

You understand as soon as you enter. 

There, on the floor of the kitchen, his helmet barely on, lies an unconscious Din Djarin.

***

With the help of Grogu’s powers, you lift Din and move him to his bed, still unresponsive. Din is definitely breathing, thankfully, but there’s a crackling wheeze in his chest that scares you as you manoeuvre his broad body onto the mattress.

If it was anyone else you’d be taking his temperature and preparing cold compresses for his brow. But this is a Mandalorian, one who takes his creed very seriously, and even the prospect of exposing Din’s chest feels like a violation.

When his body starts to tremble, despite the blankets you’ve pulled over him, you take an executive decision.

“Grogu?” He looks up at you from his spot beside his sick father on the bed. “I’m going to open up your dad’s shirt, just a little. I need to hear his breathing and try to cool him down. I’m not going to hurt him.”

With a coo and a nod he confirms that he understands. You expose just enough of Din’s broad chest to assess his temperature, the clammy, hot skin while Din continues to shiver proof of the severity of the fever. 

Grogu places his little hand on his father’s chest, eyes wide with fear and concern. He can heal many injuries, but the Force is no match for whatever virus or infection is raging through Din’s system. 

“We’re going to make your buir all better, I promise. Can you help me with that?”

He nods and hops off the bed, following you into the kitchen where you fill some bowls with cold water and find rags to make cold compresses. Grogu watches attentively as you place the damp cloths on Din’s chest, rising and falling with each shallow breath. 

“Now, you need to stay here and keep the cloths on his chest, okay? I’m going to try to make up some medicine to help make him all better.”

Before she died, your mother had taught you a few simple herbal remedies that could be easily prepared in advance, dried, and carried with you, in case of emergency. “Bacta is a wonderful thing,” she’d counseled, “until you find yourself in the middle of nowhere with a fever.”

You retrieve the little vials of dried herbs from your bag and set some water to boil, ready to make the infusion. The liquid turns an ominous purple colour as the herbs brew, and you can’t help but chuckle as you imagine how Din would react if you presented him with this in the whole of his health.

When the medicine has cooled enough to be administered, you return to Din’s simple, neat bedroom, where Grogu is dutifully pressing the cloths to his father’s chest. You praise him effusively, showing him how to wring out the cloths and make them colder again.

As you prop Din up on the pillows, you realise that you aren’t going to be able to give him the special medicine as you would anyone else. Gingerly, you push back his helmet just enough to expose his mouth.

You pause for a moment as you realise this is the most you’ve ever seen of the Mandalorian. Seeing the open expanse of his golden, battle-scarred chest and the peek of his jaw somehow seems more intimate than if Din was lying here completely naked. His mouth is pink and plush, and you are surprised to realise that Din has a moustache, as well as a patchy beard, of sorts. You push away the temptation to peek further, as well as the desire that’s rising inside you.

“Help me give your buir this medicine, Grogu. Can you keep his helmet at this angle for me?”

The little boy is only too keen to help, and you slowly, steadily, feed Din the mixture you hope will heal him.

***

Other than changing the water and the compresses, you do not move from Din’s side all night. Grogu falls asleep on his father’s chest, and you scoop him up and bring him to bed, placing a little kiss to his fuzzy scalp as you tuck him into his cot. He coos sleepily in appreciation.

You are waiting for Din’s fever to break, the turning point in any illness like this. If it doesn’t happen tonight, you’ll need to seek a medic in the morning. 

His helmet is still up slightly, and you study the line of his jaw, the little divot in his lower lip, the dark hair of his moustache. You trace the scars on his body, wondering about the stories behind each one, feeling a simultaneous sense of relief that he is still here and dread at the prospect of this man being wounded - or worse - in the future.

In the darkest hours of the night, with Din’s breathing still heavy and laboured, you find yourself reaching for his hand: running your fingertips over his broad palm and thick fingers before holding it gently, willing the herbal mixture to do its work. He is all Grogu has, after all. He is his entire family, and vice versa. 

And what are you?, asks a little voice inside you. Is this your clan, too?

You have pressed your lips to the back of his hand before you realise what you’re doing.

***

His stirring wakes you to the half-light of early morning, your hand still wrapped around his.

“Din?”

He tries to sit up, reaching in panic to adjust his helmet when he realises how much of his face is exposed.

“Din, take it easy…” You press your hand to his chest and sigh with relief as you realise his temperature is normal.

“What…why - what happened?”

“You were sick, had a bad fever - you’ve been out since yesterday afternoon.”

“I don’t get sick.”

You roll your eyes and chuckle. “Yes, you do. Hate to break it to you.”

You swear you can hear a huffed laugh from under his helmet.

“Din, I… I’m sorry for opening your shirt, lifting the helmet - I had to, it was the only way to help. I only saw part of your jaw, but… I’m so sorry.”

To your surprise, he reaches for your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. 

“I’m grateful. You didn’t have to stay here.”

I wanted to take care of you. I want to take care of you. I need to take care of you.

“I couldn’t have left you. Anyway, what would we - I mean, what would Grogu do without you?”

Another gentle squeeze of your hand.

“What would I do without you, cyare?” 

[maggiesrealm]

𝐑𝐏 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃

hello! I've recently been on a short hiatus and getting back into the land of writing. I'm looking for some new writing partners over on discord, I'm not replacing anyone I'm currently writing with. I prefer my writing partner be 18+ I'm open to various kinds of plots but would love something leaning towards the romance side, I love all the angst and fluff but also love some darker themes including mafia based plots, age gaps etc. I have a few wanted plots on my blog that I'd be happy to do, but please feel free to come with your own suggestions or we can even create a plot together. NSFW may be included. I lean towards playing the female role, unless we're doubling up or creating multiple muses. There's also plenty of fandoms I'm a member of which I'm looking to roleplay including, we could even do a plot based in these universes but make it completely our own: 9-1-1 Stranger Things The Power Universe The Vampire Diaries Pretty Little Liars Please like this and I will reach out to you, thanks.

[soft-girl-musings]

An Unexpected Proposition (pt. 1)

based on this prompt from @imaginexhobbit, previously submitted under @jawn-i-made-coffee

cross-posted to ao3

part 2

Kíli x fem!Reader

tags: mentions of blood/injury, Reader is described as tall (by human standards), Y/N is used

wc: 1,615

fic summary: An injured dwarf appears on your doorstep. Do you grant him sanctuary on this stormy night?

A/N: posting this is totally self-indulgent and very out of left field for this blog but idc, we just reached 800 ao3 hits on this bad boy (some days we blog for the younger self anyway). I submitted this from my high school blog and revamped it in 2020, might flesh it out beyond pt 2 if the muse strikes.

Thunder and lightning seem to battle for superiority in the storm, chasing heavy torrents North. The evening is dark and damp, but you don’t mind. Your cottage is as safe a haven as any. You sit before your hearth, fire blazing as you bury yourself beneath several blankets, a mug of tea warming your lap. Nothing could ruin your cozy evening alone.

As if on cue, a brilliant flash of lightning illuminates the windows. A bloodied man’s face is pressed against the glass, his lips moving incoherently. You stifle a scream. In an instant you have your sword in hand and cloak about your shoulders, ready to face your intruder. Throwing the door open, you strike a defensive stance and scan the property. To your right, you see that it is no man at all, but a dwarf bleeding out in your garden. Dark hair clings to his face, bruised and battered. Blood marrs his complexion as rainwater drenches him. Before you can speak, the dwarf doubles over and begins to heave into your prized rose bush. You grimace.

"Please," he rasped, "please, I ask for sanctuary." His knees give way with the last syllable. You manage to catch him before he falls into the mud.

"I’ve got you, sir dwarf." Propping him up, you guide him inside. "Poor thing, you're soaked to the bone."

His small frame would not have been so heavy if not for his copious belongings. The dwarf seemed to have packed for a long journey, which had somehow led him to your door. You stumble over to the kitchen and deposit him in a chair, his head lolling to one side. You pour a cup of water and help him drink.

“Thank you,” he manages to rasp after downing a second glass. Life seemed to be returning to him already. “I do not mean to be a bother.”

You tilt your head quizzically. “If anyone’s bothered, sir dwarf, it’s you. Come, let me help you--” you assist him in his efforts to remove his belongings from his weary shoulders. He shivers fiercely, but does not refuse your help.

You notice how cold and pale he is. “Best not to strain yourself… let me start a bath for you. Your wounds need to be cleaned before they are dressed.”

You hand him a blanket and lead him to a partition in the next room. “Here, you can wrap yourself in this while I start the water.” The dwarf removes his outer layers and complies, his dark eyes never leaving you as you begin the tedious task of hauling numerous pots of hot water to the tub.

“Why are you helping me?” he finally asks, his face growing more puzzled with each trip you make.

You stop in your tracks, offering a shrug. “Because you asked.”

With that, you leave him to his bath.

You gather the dwarf’s wet clothing and lay each article in front of the still-warm stove. On the other side of the table lay his daypack and weapons. You hadn’t taken the time to inspect them before: the dwarf had been carrying archery equipment, numerous knives, and a shortsword. You examine each piece with reverence. The dwarves were renowned for their craftsmanship in the forges, but you had never seen proof of their handiwork until this moment. The blades were smaller than any you were used to, expertly fashioned with intricate detail.

"Like what you see, then?"

You jump at the sudden voice, dropping a knife. The dwarf had come out dressed in the shirt and trousers you had laid out for him. He stands by the fire, drying his hair.

"I was just admiring your weapons, sir-"

"Kíli."

You nod. "(Y/N)." You notice the color has already returned to his skin and his cuts were clean. He had looked much worse before; in the light of the fire, he was almost handsome. "Feeling any better?"

"Oh, loads. I cannot thank you enough for taking me in." He grins, and you can’t help but follow suit.

"What were you doing out there? Facing that storm as you were seemed like a deathwish."

"I had the misfortune of running into some bad company at your tavern." His body fell heavily into a chair by the fireplace.

"I'm afraid the locals do not take kindly to dwarves," you say with an apologetic smile, standing to join him in your earlier seat. "What are you doing so far West? Your people are native to the mountains, I was led to believe."

You realize how young the dwarf was when his face breaks out in another eager grin. "I'm on a quest. I was on my way to Hobbiton."

You lean forward, intrigued. "The Shire? What kind of quest concerns the halflings?"

Kíli tells you of his Uncle's plan to reclaim Erebor for the dwarves. He makes sure to highlight how dangerous the task may prove to be. You try to hide your amusement, but your shaking shoulders and involuntary simper do not escape your companion's eye.

Kíli crosses his arms. "Is something funny?"

You wipe a tear from your cheek. "I'm sorry, but you look like you've seen nary a battle in all your days."

"What, like you have, lass?" he scoffs, nodding toward your sword propped by the door. "I'll bet you've never laid a hand on that weapon of yours until tonight."

Your expression darkens. "Watch your words, sir dwarf. I have seen and spilt more blood than you would care to believe."

Kíli shrinks back in his chair. "Y-yeah? When?" Even under correction, his excitement could not be diminished.

You tell him of your past days as a soldier. Having always been tall for your age, you had cut your hair and enlisted in a male disguise when you were barely sixteen. You regale him with tales of the lands you had seen and battles you fought as a young woman among hardened men. The fading storm is the perfect backdrop for your stories; in truth, it had been a long time since you'd been able to talk about your fighting days, and you revel in the drama of the moment. Kíli clings to your every word, apparent awe and admiration dancing across his features. Many hours and cups of tea pass between you before you conclude your saga, the fire having long since died down.

You yawn. Dawn was but a few hours away. "It's late. You must leave in the morning, I assume?"

"Yes, I have to get back on the road."

You stand and stretch your aching muscles. "We should both get to bed, then. I have an extra room you're welcome to." You hold out your hand. "Goodnight, Kíli."

Kíli rises and takes your hand, but instead of shaking it as you intended, he leans forward and kisses the back of it. Your face grows warm at the surprising softness of his lips. "Goodnight, (Y/N)."

He turns to leave, but stops and looks back at you.

"(Y/N)?"

"Yes?"

"Why did you leave that kind of life? You spoke so fondly of your time in service."

You give a sad smile. "Let’s just say it wasn’t by choice." You begin to walk to your bedroom, but Kíli grabs your hand as you pass.

"If you had the chance, would you go back?"

You squeeze his hand and wink. "In a heartbeat."

__________

"What's all this, then?" You laugh. From the looks of it, Kíli had been cooking a small feast since before dawn.

"Good morning, my lady!" Kíli wipes his hands on a cloth and bows with great bravado. "I hope you don't mind me raiding your larder. I wanted to express my gratitude for your generosity." He takes your hand and leads you to the head of the table, fixing your plate once you sit down.

"You really didn't have to do this."

"Ah, 'course I did! I'd have drowned if it wasn't for you."

You spend the morning laughing and eating your way through the meal with Kíli, realizing how much you will miss his company in the days ahead. He’s been a refreshing change of pace for the simple monotony you’d build for yourself. As you wash the dishes after your meal, you notice he is dressed in his clothes from last night, weapons and bag secured to his back.

"All set, then?" You know your face betrays you, but you don’t care if he knows how sad you are. You had gained a friend last night.

"Not quite." He practically bounds up to your side, that familiar grin plastered onto his features. "I have something to ask of you."

You set down the plate you had been scrubbing. "And what's that?"

"Will you join me? On my quest, I mean?" His face is radiant with expectation and excitement.

You busy yourself with another dish, shaking your head. “Kíli, I’m not quite sure what to say-"

"Say yes! (Y/N), you told me yourself that you missed your old life. This would be the perfect chance for you to reclaim it!"

Despite all logic, you realize how right he is. Some small but powerful part of you had longed to be on the road with him when he spoke to you last night. You knew it was rash, but your heart was already pumping from the mere mention of excitement, aching to get out in the world once more. The quiet life you had been leading was nice, but it paled in comparison to the journey Kíli now offered. You craved adventure. When else would you have the opportunity to taste it?

"I'll have my things packed within the hour."

__________

A/N: you ever feel an old hyperfixation staring you down, threatening to return if you look at it too long? that might be happening again. only time will tell.

tysm for reading!

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Summoning Chaos 7: Demonic blade meets the demons of Oda||

Hi guys, Peahen mom here. I was re reading a part from this hidden series involving Ink's great sword Wyvern once more. The last one was pretty funny so....maybe we can add another one shall we?

If you wanna know how this started; chapters are under this:

~~Chapters~~

The first incident in NYC

The second Incident In Japan

Spectator notes version part three/Port Mafia incident report

Spectator notes version part four/Tokyo Jujutsu High report

The fifth incident in the Soul Society

The Sixth incident in Neo Gotham

((Your reading part seven that takes place at Jujutsu High school and the base belonging to Demons of Oda))

||Drabble summary||

More chaos has still followed Wyvern no matter where he goes. Even after the last incident from Neo Gotham now it seems we have another situation. But it's with Yuji and his friends trying to defend someone after a...accident incident. That's within Nagoya City, Japan ( Headquarters ). Now what could this be? Well...you'll have to read and see for yourself.

~~Guests in Drabble~~

The DBT, Van Ink the dragon and her great sword Wyvern belongs to the amazing and super cool friend of mine. The same is said for the other group.

Kisho Hashimoto (Daichi) Belongs to and is from the side blog @chunibyo-x-sorcerer and Rioto Kirin (Syougo Shimizu) along with the demons of Oda is from the other side blog @demonic-x-sorcerers And Kinie Ger belongs to and is from the main blog @demon-blood-youths

While Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Sukuna Ryomen, Maki Zenin and Yuta Okkotsu are from the anime and manga series Jujutsu Kaisen but they are my muses I rp with here. Miko yotsuya , yuria niguredou and Hana Yurikawa from the anime series/manga series Mieruko-chan but also to me due to rping as them as muses.

((Note: This drabble will have heavy grammar mistakes and errors but this was written for fun. I hope you understand but also enjoy please. Also as I warned: This is going to be crazy and very funny so just a heads up. :3 Thanks for understand and enjoy.))

Another peaceful day here around Nagoya City, Japan. Where everyone was resting up and taking in the cool air. It was like nothing was wrong. Well.....

If you don't include the heavy damage, some curse spirits laying dead on the ground. Buildings were on fire and stuff. It was a nightmare but in the process of being cleaned up. Right now, within a area was a serious court trial going on.

The one on trial for this meeting? Van Ink the Dragon once more.

The others here were Van ink's fraction the DBT and Yuji's class being Daichi, Yuji itadori himself along with Sukuna ryomen, Megumi fushiguro who eye was twitching, Taz Hellion along with Kinie Ger was here, and Nobara kugisaki who sweatdrop.

Miko Yotsuya was nervous seeing the room being huge but rather pretty. Hana Yurikawa was beside her and Yuria niguredou too. Even Maki zenin and Yuta okkotsu was there! Gojo was humming happily waiting trial since he would be Ink's personal defense lawyer.

'You know he might end up getting her exiled you know..' Yuji heard Sukuna but he covers his mouth on his cheek to sigh. He hopes not. He was sure that they would understand. It was a accident....

Daichi was nervous as they waited.

"Soooooo....how bad did she damage things this time?" Rust asked worried.

"..Bad....really bad.." Fosh said worried.

"Oh..."

"Daichi, what even happened?" Nobara said worried since she knew it had to be serious given they were putting on a trial.

"Ehhhh..I don't know. We were just summoned here to this. Rioto told me after sending me something from text to come here as soon as possible. I don't know what happened." Daichi said with Eito on his head who was confused too.

"Yeah, given we were in the middle of class.."Taz said worried about what this is.

"Well, it had to be something if you were summoned here or told thanks to Rioto. I mean what did you-"

In a moment, the room got silent when seeing double doors with some vice generals walking in then the demon generals walked in. Then the main generals walked in as they were heading to a spot to sit down in to look ahead seeing...a young woman?

"....."

That's when one more walks in but Daichi saw Rioto with his fellow brothers and generals. Even he was confused to what was going on.

"All rise. For our great leader, the demon king, Omida Oda has arrived." Torahito Aishirou said in a serious tone seeing one more walk in as he was looking ahead. Everyone was quiet seeing this young man walking in as Oda was not saying a single word. Though most vice and demon generals bows their heads in respect seeing him walk in to take his seat in the middle between either side of his generals and the vice generals who was standing behind their general.

".......You may all be seated.." he said with a hand up as everyone was sitting down but being quiet. Oda looks to everyone before he sees Torahito look ahead then sigh.

"Soooo what is today's meeting about this time?" a excited yet curious Shukaku asked with the other generals being quiet.

"Well, if you didn't know due to reasons; we are holding this meeting in response to massive damage by one weapon and it's owner today. A lot of things torn down, bodies of cursed spirits lingering around, and..other things destroyed in the process.....Miss Vanity Ink Van guard and her....greatsword I believe has caused this.." he then looks to Ink who blinks.

"How do you plea Miss Vanguard?"

"Uhhhh......I don't know? Not guilty? :3" she smiled but her team and yuji's friends facepalms. However, the generals was shocked.

"Woah woah woah her!? SHE caused some destruction. HAHAHAHA!! How is that possible? She's just one demon from the smell coming off her. Though, I wonder if she's from that DBT group that other girl was speaking about." Itachi said getting some water to drink. "What was her name Taz right?" he said.

"You mean my sis?" Yuji said to Itachi who shrugs but at least he remembers.

"But still...I highly don't believe all this....." He said seeing the other generals quiet.

"...That is true, Torahito, how is she-"

"If you don't believe me..check the pictures Gojo came with and made copies. And you tell me if she didn't do that or not...." he said as some was showing some pics. On them, most was shocked. It was a total mess. Even some areas where their headquarters were heavily damaged!

Oda's purple eyes blink to see this massive destruction. "........."

"Believe me now?" Torahito said.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?!?" Vice general Zosuke shouted in horror seeing the massive damage in the city. What the hell?!

"Woahhhhhh..." vice general Chikyu mutters seeing this and it takes a lot of power to cause this much damage.

"......" Even vice general Genta was speechless seeing this. All by one girl!? How!! She seems to be just as dangerous as their great Oda!

"Oh wow...that's a mess.." Shukaku said with a whistle even hearing the remaining vice generals in horrified shock.

"So that explains why some of our followers were knocked out from today's event.." Makou Otoroshi sweatdrops seeing the massive damage.

"What the hell!?" Iku Takiyasha glared looking at this then at Ink who rubs the back of her head giggling.

Itachi's eyes widen to hear this to spit his water out, coughing. "HOW THE HELL DID SHE EVEN DO THAT AND BY HERSELF!?" Hayato Itachi shouts as he felt Tsuru patting his back worried.

"........" Syuuta Sasana was speechless from seeing this yet he didn't mutter a word.

"Oh gosh..." a shocked Moudo Namazu mutters with eyes wide at the destruction.

"The hell...." a now shocked Rioto Kirin said looking at the pictures then looks to Daichi who along with the others were shocked. What the hell happened?!?

The DBT was speechless seeing this with Fosh looking like he was going to pass out. Yuji with his classmates were shocked as well seeing so much damage.

"Geez Ink..." Yuji was worried seeing this.

"So....care to explain what made you go all about causing this much damage and why? Were you planning some sneak attack on the demons of Oda?" Torahito asked Ink who blinks to think about it before she rubs the back of her head.

"Ohh no no. It's not like I was trying to attack you guys or anything. I was just going after the curse spirits lingering around here. I heard from my friend Yuji that they were on another mission and asked me to come help out for a bit. I figure I could do that but wow their was so many! I didn't know they even could explode like that!" Ink said even if the vice generals sweatdrop with Oda having one eye brow raised.

"........."

"Okay? Then how can you be able to cause that much damage. It's unlike anyone when we know who is most dangerous to do that. But YOU! You were able to do this so explain yourself.." itachi said that Ink blinks to wonder.

"Easy! It was only because I sorta..uhh...called my greatsword Wyvern to help me fight. But he was being a bit of a meanie pants and well..hehehe...sorta went a bit over board when he tried to take out the curse spirits." she said with hands up sweatdropping.

"........" Iku, Itachi, Moudo, Rioto, Torashito, Shukaku, Makou, Syuuta had no words but their reactions was: "EH!?!?"

"Wait, wait wait, your sword? Your sword? You make it sound like it has a mind of it's own.." Itachi said with Ink blinking twice with her team and Yuji's friends sigh. "Your serious...."

"Yeah! I am serious! He does have a mind of his own!" Ink said.

"......" Of course Shukaku heard this to look at them. The others were quiet even Taz sighed.

"Is their something we should know?" he asked but the others look at one another then Yuji stood up to present himself with Gojo humming.

"It's true. Ink's sword has a mind of it's own....to say he's..alive?"

"Alive?! ALIVE!? HOW THE HELL CAN A SWORD LIKE THAT BE ALIVE! ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE IT SOUND LIKE WERE STUPID!" Zosuke shouted but Torashito glares at him for yelling out of tone as he tense to quickly be quiet.

"But we are right though! As we said, this has happened before. Back at our school area when we were on a mission." Taz said seeing them look at her as she sees Gojo nodding.

"Your joking right?" Iku said to her to see Gojo shaking his head to prove Taz was right.

"Oh no it's true though. We had something close to that before in the past like my student said. I will say it was crazy yet funny at the same time." Gojo smiled even if the others remember even Sukuna who still has a strong grudge against that damn sword!

"It even proved us wrong when making Sukuna look all silly being thrown around." he laughed.

'THAT DAMN SWORD IS WORTHLESS TO ME! I STILL AM GOING TO FUCKING GET BACK AT IT FOR HUMILIATING ME!' Yuji wince hearing Sukuna mad but he didn't blame him for that.

"Uh huh...that explains a lot. But...still, hearing about a live sword doing all that is..crazy.." Chikyu mutters with Genta doing the same. "Though, that might also explain something involving the three groups that was sending complaints about some disturbance.."

"Special groups?" the others asked nervous. Yuta heard but he sweatdrops.

'Oh boy..'

"So that's why we were getting information from them demanding what was happening.." Itachi hissed even when the demon generals now glare at Ink who blinks waving. It's like she thinks nothing was wrong.

Even Oda was silent hearing this.

"Now now gentlemen. I know it may sound like a lot but understand. We know what Miss Ink's sword is like. It's really strong and very powerful. I mean, she is the sole heir of the Vanity household of course...back in her home town..."

"Vanity house???"

"Who cares if she is! She caused massive damage all because of her actions! And now your trying to tell us some sword is alive caused that!?" Iku said now annoyed.

"Pretty much! XD" Gojo said with the others shaking their heads.

"Please understand...we know what we seen with her sword. Given this has happened in other places we been to." Sai said while seeing the other DBT agree with him. "He has a mind of his own..even when he tends to be very reckless-"

"You mean her! I never heard of a sword having a soul of it's own causing this! You are trying to cover for her!"

"But..but we are speaking the truth!" Daichi said worried seeing the generals not really believing it.

"But their right though! I can't always control Wyvern all the time. I mean, he listens to me sometimes but not all the time. That or him being a grumpy butt. But I will be honest to show that it's true! He has a mind of his own!" she said.

".....And you have proof of this?"

Everyone was quiet hearing Oda speak in a calm tone being curious of this 'great sword' she speaks of.

"Yeah, it's true! If you don't believe me I can bring him here to prove it!"

"Oh no no no no!" Navarro was nervous. "Ink, I don't think that's a good idea right now!"

"Oh come on Navarro I gotta prove my innocence here!" she said happily holding her hand up.

"INK NO!"

"Wyvern!!!" She calls out to him in a great voice making everyone quiet seeing this. Oda remains quiet watching but Ink keeps holding her hand up waiting..but nothing. She sweatdrops but the others sweatdrops too.

'Damn it Ink..' Sai thought seeing the generals and vice generals confused. Even Oda was silent.

"Uhhhh..hold on...Wyvern!"

Still nothing.

"WYVERN!!"

Again, nothing.

"Grrrr..."

"Ohhhhh this is bad....isn't it?" Yuji said seeing the DBT look at him but ahead.

"We might have to duck in a moment.." Hellmare said.

"Uhhh d..duck? But why?" Miko asked.

"*Sighs annoyed* You'll see...." Navarro said.

"Wyvern! COME ON DARN IT! WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU!!"

"Tch....what is this? Is she kidding right now! What game is this!?" Iku was getting annoyed.

"Hmmmmm...didn't expect her to do that..maybe it's something new!" Shukaku laughed with a smile.

"*Sighs* This is pointless.....I think she's just stalling her sentence..I think we heard enough." Torahito had his arms behind his back but was not amused by this. "I think we have a verdict." He looks to Ink while seeing the generals look at her.

"Wait! I can get him here! He's just being stubborn!" Ink said.

"Uh huh...."

"DARN IT WYVERN COME ON WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU!!!!!!"

"Right....gentlemen and people of this meeting trial. Van ink, after countless destruction, the move of endangering many, along with damaging property...we the generals under the great Oda..here by sentence you to-"

CRASH!!!!

Before Iku could place a sentence, something came crashing right through the headquarters for Demons of Oda. Everyone blinks feeling the area shake violent with others in the area screaming in panic from it!

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?" Itachi said standing up with the other Generals. He saw Tsuru being held behind him for protecting seeing the area being destroyed.

"I..I don't know! Were we attacked!?" Moudo said in a panic seeing everyone standing up but when they did something came crashing through tearing down the walls. That's when the generals saw some sort of sword. A greatsword!

"Uhhhhhh...." Iku, Itachi, Moudo, Rioto, Torashito, Shukaku, Makou, Syuuta. However, that's when the sword was now spinning as it was moving quickly with everyone shouting ducking from the blade tearing, slicing, and destorying everything!

"EVERYONE DOWN!!" Yuji shouted as everyone ducks, pulling Taz down with him. She yelps feeling Yuji holding her head down with his classmates and the DBT even ducking. Daichi covers Miko's head who yelps as things were being destroyed. The generals were trying to figure out what was going on. Itachi was keeping Tsuru safe as he made her duck protecting her with the generals shouting to what was going on!

"Someone stop that thing!"

"What is it doing!?"

"Stupid sword is wrecking everything!"

"WYVERN STOP THAT! YOU NEED TO-" She sees something get torn down as the sword kept going quickly to try doing something in the panic. "DARN IT WYVERN STOP IT!!! DX!!"

"INK TELL HIM TO STOP!!" Yuji said.

"I'M TRYING! HE STILL MUST BE GRUMPY FROM BEFORE!!" she said trying to catch him while he was seeming to have a fit.

"THEN TRY HARDER!" Both the DBT and Jujutsu sorcerers said at the same time.

The generals was shocked as everyone did try to catch or stop the sword. Oda, just remains seated seeing this but didn't say a word.

However, that's when Wyvern was now heading over towards the demon king!

"LORD ODA!!" The generals and vice generals shouted about to stop the sword. However, before it got close to him, the greatsword suddenly stops!

"........."

"Huh????"

Ink blinks wondering what happened but sees Oda look to the blade before it slowly flips to stab the table in front of Oda in half! The generals gasped in shock even the vice generals were horrified seeing this. The DBT and Yuji's group sweatdrops. Now what!?

"Huh; that's new.." Gojo said.

"Gojo this is serious!" Navarro said.

"Oh right sorrie.." he laughed.

"...........I take it this is him? The greatsword Wyvern miss Van Ink?" Oda asked seeing Ink blinks to look at him.

"Yeah? I'm so sorry for him! He can be a bit stubborn!" she said even if Oda looks to her but his purple eyes looks to the greatsword. He can tell this was indeed powerful. Maybe just as powerful and dangerous as a cursed weapon. "And I take it you have a soul in there don't you?"

"..I..Is sir Oda speaking to the sword?" Rioto said in shock wondering if the others didn't know. However, something else did happen.

'Yes; I do. Figure someone else would notice that...'

Wyvern spoke! Everyone saw some power flowing through Ink's sword but Oda saw a great eye looking right at him as the blade glows.

".....IT CAN TALK!?!?" all the members said in shock.

"Told ya!" Ink said.

"o.o...."

"So it's true to what this girl said. You are a greatsword with a spirit within it. A very powerful spirit from a powerful bloodline. Then from the reports you were speaking of..."

'Yes; I only was trying to get to my master! Damn buildings were in the way even if she left me behind AGAIN!'

"Hey! I Had to! You know it's hard not to given I summoned you to help with the cursed spirits!" Ink argues back from where she stood.

'And your still bad at that!' Wyvern argues back.

"I'm not!" Ink argues.

'YOU ARE!' Wyvern shouted back at her.

"I see....." Oda mutters so the whole story is true then. Given the situation of this weapon destroying properties and....the killing of the cursed spirits."

'And that too. I only appear if she calls me even from the moments she keeps forgetting to keep me with her so I'm not destroying everything. So.....her summoning me to kill those worthless things was on her..'

"HEY!"

Oda said nothing else but he slowly stood up but even reaches to take Wyvern by the handle to pull it up. He looks to it even seeing his followers silent as he heads down from his now destroyed seat to van Ink.

She blinks when seeing him holding the sword given he was not trying to get out of his hand. "Woah! It's like Wyvern likes you too!" Ink laughed with a smile.

"....I'll admit your sword is....destructive yet powerful at the same time. I see why the reports are how they are." he said but goes to hold the sword out as Ink takes it.

"Thanks!"

"HEY DON'T ADDRESS HIM LIKE HE'S YOUR BUDDY YOU TROUBLING GIRL! YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS SHOULD BE EXILED FOR THE DAMAGE YOU CAUSED!" Zosuke shouted angry at Ink but Oda looks at him with a cold expression to hush him up. He tense seeing this that Zosuke quickly goes quiet bowing his head in sorry.

"..........You idiot.." Iku mutters seeing Zosuke now scared.

"S..sorry great Oda I was just-"

"Enough."

Everyone was quiet now.

"I will ask how you intend to pay for the damages miss Van ink. Given your sword caused a lot here. I'm sure you have some way to..pay for this?" he asked seeing Ink blinks while holding her greatsword.

"Ehhhh I can call my dad! I'm sure he can help with this! Oh yeah, Fosh too! Right fosh!? "she smiled seeing Fosh's pale expression from the damage seen.

"....Y..Yeah......" he said knowing they were going to be so broke after this. AGAIN! Seeing this, everyone gets up seeing the mess that Wyvern made.

"......If you do, then I guess we might have to leave you with a warning. Though..I advise being more careful with your weapon miss Van ink." Oda said.

"Uhhhh sure I can do that!" Ink smiled happily.

".......Then that works. If you do send something to pay us, my second in command Torahito will give you the info to do that. Is that alright with you?" he said seeing Torahito walk over still in shock.

"Yeah that works with me!" Ink smiled but Oda sighed to give a light nod.

"Then we have a agreement....." he said seeing it was going to take some time to fix all this but it was going to be fine..hopefully.

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Later that day, the groups were leaving the area with Ink happily smiling.

"...You know at least we were not banished...but I will admit. The generals were pretty cute.." Hana giggled with Miko and Yuria sweatdropping.

"Seriously Hana?" Yuria said.

"What?? It's the truth!" she said. "They look so cool! It makes one wonder about them.." she smiled. Even Taz blinks hearing this while she was walking with her friends.

"Geez, that was scary...but Ink you really did some damage here though!" Daichi said.

"Yeah sorry about that! At times I can't control Wyvern at most! I'm sure he's sorry for it though! Right?" She saw the greatsword not talking. "Hey! You are sorry right!? "she said now shaking her sword.

"HEY DON'T IGNORE ME! YOU CAUSE THIS MESS IN THE FIRST PLACE!" she argued even with everyone else sighing and Hellmare chuckling seeing Fosh who was crying writing some payment off for this. Well, at least it wasn't worse.

Daichi sighed but he sees a text from Rioto telling him they were so sorry for the mess. The school will also help with the payment of damage.

"Well, at least it was not worse.." Yuji said nervous.

"Yeah but Ink please keep your sword with you next time.." Nobara said.

"Ehhh I'll try!" she smiled even if everyone else was walking back to the school. Even with the area in a mess right now thanks to that sword! Oh boy....it's something everyday huh?

But another mess and problem avoided thanks to the greatsword. This should be a memory they won't forget.

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Trust and Love - Chapter 9: Back on Tour

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“So what did my dad want to say to you?” I asked as we were driving back to Vinny’s place. They both looked at each other and then back at the road.

“Nothing. Just more threats of if we didn’t protect you he would kill us.” Vinny mumbled. I raised my eye suspiciously but didn’t say anything. We got back to his place and all went inside where I immediately started cleaning up our forgotten breakfast dishes.

“Baby girl. Stop for a moment.” Ricky said taking the dishes from my hand and setting them back down.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Are you ok? You were literally held at gun point a couple of hours ago.” He murmured softly. I looked between him and Vinny who looked very concerned.

“Honestly? Yes. I promise. It was scary but he’s locked back up and I’m fine.” I admitted, surprised at the truth behind my words. I squirmed under their hard gazes for a second before Ricky nodded, finally deciding he believed me. “Love, I promise if I had any issues, I would tell one of you.”

“Ok. I’m just worried about you.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and sighed in content as his wrapped around my waist tightly. “I love you.”

“I love you.” I repeated. Vinny took me into the living room and we cuddled on the couch as he scrolled through Zillow to look at houses in the area.

“I was honestly surprised your parents were so ok with you having two boyfriends.” He mused.

“They are very open minded. I love them so much.” I clicked on a house that had four bedrooms and 5 bathrooms. “Hey, look at this one!” Each of the bedrooms had their own bathroom and there was a communal full on the main level too. The basement was already finished and actually had a perfect area to set up a soundproof recording booth for Ricky and Vinny’s instruments. Ricky sat on my other side and looked at the house.

“That gives each of us a bedroom for our own use too. I could have an office. Olive could set up a photography studio. Vinny could have a streaming room.” Ricky pointed out.

“Its on three acres too so neighbors wouldn’t be super close.”

“Its literally perfect.” Vinny mumbled.

“Book us a time to go see it.” Ricky said with no hesitation before leaving to finish up whatever he was doing in the kitchen.

“This is real. We’re really going to live together.” I whispered.

“Yes we are.”

~~~~

“Ready to be back on stage?” I asked Vinny. I was putting on his black makeup before the concert and he was a ball of nerves.

“Yes. I know it was only a month break but I’m so fucking excited.” He exclaimed.

“Motionless! Places.” The stage manager called. I set the sponge down and double checked that he was all covered.

“You’re good.” I nodded.

“You are amazing. Can I get a good luck kiss?” I rolled my eyes but pressed my lips to his.

“Go, I love you.”

“I love you too.” A hand touched my back and I turned to see Ricky walking by.

“Where’s my good luck kiss?” He rumbled. I leaned up and kissed him too. “Thank you, baby girl. I love you.”

“I love you too dork.” I watched the rest of the band file out.

“No pictures tonight, Olive! You’re watching from the pit.” Chris called as he walked off. I saw their head of security Tom smirk at me and tell me to follow him. He led me down to the barrier and put me just outside against the wall.

“Enjoy the show.” He called. This wasn’t discussed beforehand, so I was confused. I enjoyed the concert anyway. I nearly melted into a puddle during the parts where Ricky was singing because it felt like he was singing to my soul. A couple of the fans recognized me as Rickys girlfriend and asked for pictures which was cool but it wasn’t until the last few songs that I started really noticing something was up. Ryan and Justin came over at some point during the songs and made sure I specifically got a pick. During a part of the second to last song where there was no drums Vinny stepped down and gave me one of his drumsticks with a wink.

Finally during Eternally, as Chris was tossing his roses he whispered something to the security guard in front of me and pointed to me. The guard moved the barrier and pulled me back through leading me up to the stage. Chris had one rose left and he came over to me and took my hand, kissing the back of it before placing the rose in it. When he moved it was time for the soft part of the song where Ryan was the only one playing. I looked up to see Ricky walking towards me with his guitar dropped behind him and I gasped, finally putting together all the pieces. He took my free hand and kissed it before dropping to his knee.

“Olive, I know we haven’t been together for very long, but I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with anyone else. I’ve already asked your father and Vinny if it was ok that I do this. I love you so fucking much. Will you do me the honor of marrying me? Of becoming Mrs. Olson?” He opened a box that I hadn’t previously noticed to show me the most beautiful ring.

“Yes. Yes.” I cried, covering my face with my hands. He took my hands away and slipped the ring on my finger before pulling me into a deep kiss.

“I love you, Mrs. Olson.” He whispered into my ear. He led me off stage where Vinny was already waiting. The drummer pulled me into a hug of his own.

“Thank you.” I sniffled into his shoulder. “Go, you have to do your bows.” I shoved both of them towards the stage. Vinny pulled Ricky into a hug before both of them ran out to the crowd once more. Once they were all done Vinny and Ricky flanked me and pulled me into the green room.

“I couldn’t do this in front of the crowd because you are Rickys girl but I guess this is kind of my own proposal. I know we’ve been together for a month but it feels like so much longer. If you are interested, I would like you to be my wife in private. I’ve never been so sure of something in my life.” Vinny pulled out a box to show me the ring he got. Rickys was a simple ring with a black stone in the middle and two diamonds on either side. Vinny’s ring was the exact same except it held a red stone instead.

“Yes you fucking dork.” I exclaimed. Ricky took the rings from me and held them out.

“These two are actually specially made. They are designed to lock together and make one ring.” He hooked them together and slid them on my finger once more. “That way there is no question about wearing two rings.”

“I love you two so much.” I sobbed, pulling both of them into a hug again.

“Congratulations Mrs. Olson-Mauro.” Chris teased when he entered the green room.

“Mmm. I like the sound of that.” Ricky mused.

“I second that.” Vinny grinned.

“If I could legally go by that I would.” I sighed happily, still unable to tear my eyes away from the rings.

“Well then at home, in our new house, you will officially be Mrs. Olson-Mauro.” I finally snapped away.

“New house?” Vinny handed me some papers and I read over them. “Our offer was accepted?!” I exclaimed.

“Yep. All that���s left to do is go sign the contract and we can move in.”

“Careful guys. I think you might overwhelm her with all this news.” Justin laughed.

“No, no. I’m good.” I whispered.

“Let us get changed and we can all go celebrate at the hotel. How does that sound?” Ricky whispered in my ear. I nodded and slumped onto the couch to watch them all remove their makeup and costumes.