#so i'd put it in water and watched how it bubbled as the water turned red too!

[smile-files]

we have to paint with novel materials for art class... so i may or may not be doing a bit of alchemy with my meds...

[fictionismyreality3]

Not Going Anywhere

Warnings: romance and every that comes with it, SMUT SMUTTY SMUT, daddy kink

Notes: you know who you are babes 💕💖

Your initial meeting with John Price had been embarrasing. A broken heel and a sewer grate in front of a military base didn't exactly make the best combination. But he had been a gentleman.

The offending shoe had been rescued and you left with a number and a new contact in your phone, one that he'd insisted on creating himself. One date turned to two, and soon you found yourself moving in with him months later. Domestic bliss was a good way to put it.

Still, even after 8 months, there was a lingering voice in the back of your head. Bitter, cruel, it spoke to you in whispers as you laid in bed, watching John’s sleeping face. It churned in the back of your mind, stirring that old, sour feeling you'd tried to contain in the corner of your brain. No matter how many times John consoled you, murmuring praises in your ear, worshipping your soft heart and soft body, the scab on your old insecurities remained.

And you couldn't help but pick at it.

Call it self-sabotage, but you curled in on yourself anytime you saw what you thought was a better, prettier version of you. Despite the glares John would send to the bubbly young waitresses who batted their eyes at him, you couldn't help but wonder why his arm was around you. Why did he stay with you?

He saw the doubt in your eyes, but he loved you. And he would prove it over and over again.

“Luv, I tell you every time. Get whatever y’want.”

Staring down at the menu, your eyes darted from the salad to the bacon slathered burger you wanted to order. The perky waitress stared down at you, an impatient grin plastered on her face. She twirled her hair, eying John while she kept tap, tap, tapping her stupid pen on her note pad.

"I'd like a-"

"We have really great salads, you know."

Fucking bitch.

"No, I think I'll take the-" The blonde ignored you as you opened your mouth, chattering on. "Just cause, you know.. you look like you could use it." She smiled.

John's gaze flickered up at that, a glower on his face. Suddenly, the menu was no longer very interesting.

"She'll have the fuckin' burger." The waitress paled, his harsh tone standing out in the air of the fancy restaurant.

"You'd know tha' if you actually let her fuckin' speak."

John saw it in the way that you carried yourself. The tight-lipped smile that you so often wore, expecting to fade into the shadows, unseen and unobserved. So he made sure to keep you in his sights at all times.

He was used to having eyes on him, year after year being the one people looked up to, the person people sought out if there was a problem. He was used to being seen. And he was comfortable with it, more comfortable than you could ever be. John saw the way you shrank yourself, wanting to rip his hair out any time somebody made you feel smaller. You were something made to be worshipped. People would be singing praises and scraping their knees in reverence if he had any say.

But you'd kill him if he put you in the spotlight.

The jangling of the doorknob had his head snapping up. Almost dropping the dishtowel he was holding into the frying pan, he scrambled over to the door.

His cock stirred in his pants at the sight of you. Messy hair, messy eyes, messy face. Your water bottle, keys, wallet, and scrunchie all held precariously in one had. God, he could forget the whole dinner and just take you then and there in the hallway of your apartment building. It certainly wouldn't be the first time he'd tried. Huffing out a breath, the thought was shaken from his head. Later.

Later.

"John?" The cute, bashful grin he was sporting let you know he was up to no good. "What's going on?"

Purse taken and set aside, your coat followed suit as his large hands guided you by the hips into the living room. Flickering candlelight painted the walls, a spread straight out of a Martha Stewart catalogue decorated the table.

"Thought I'd give you a little suprise, luv."

John held his breath. Was it too much? Should he have gotten a strawberry cake instead of chocolate? Did you still like red wine? Maybe it was too much. He could put it all away and just set up a movie. He could-

"You did all this for me?"

"I.. yeah, luvie." Your voice cracking had his heart squeezing in alarm, but the curl of your lip made him feel a little better about putting a foot wrong. "Is.. s'that okay?" Tentative. Unsure of himself for the first time in his life. He would let you take the lead, decide how much of yourself you wanted to bare to him.

"It's perfect, John." Cracked hearts sewn together. "It's perfect."

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck-

"Tha's it." John crooned. "Cum f'me one more time, birdie."

He'd said just one more two orgasms ago. Tumbling into bed had been a very good, and bad idea. Now he was splitting you open with his fingers, scissoring them inside of you with an expert touch. The sheets had long been soaked with your sweetness, the sight of you breathless and drooling permanently ingrained in John's brain.

Curling his thick fingers to hit that delicious spot that had you squealing, John revelled in the sounds you were making, groaning out his own pleasure as he watched you fall apart all over again.

You couldn't think, couldn't breathe. Vaguely, in some all too cognizant part of your mind, you recall begging John to let you take care of him. The plea had been shot down so fast you wondered if you'd gotten a syllable out before he was nose deep in your pussy, eating you out like his very life depended on it. That seemed like forever ago.

"Where y'goin, hmm, sweet girl?" You blinked up at John, trying to focus through the searing pleasure. "You still with me?"

"Yeah."

Taking that as confirmation enough, Price wrapped his hands around the softness of your thighs, lifting them up and pressing them back so your knees were beside your ears. His eyes softened, one of his hands coming to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking just under the curls of your eyelashes.

"Gonna make y'feel good now, okay, little one?"

Slowly, torturously, John split you open with his cock. Inch by inch, he bullied his way in, your walls clenching and fluttering around him like you were made to take his girth. Hushing your hissed whimpers, his lips left a lingering kiss to your forehead. And then he was pitching foreward without warning.

"J-John-"

All of him, right to the back of you so you could feel him in your throat. His eyes were glued to where your already cutely plush stomach rounded from the size of him. Pupils blown out, he reached down to touched where your tummy bulged with each thrust. Rushing into his head like a runaway train, the thought of making you plump and round with his baby had his hips stuttering.

'No, not John, sweetie." Heavy balls slapped your skin, John leaning foreward you nip at your neck. "Y'know my name."

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-

"Daddy, p-please."

"Gonna make you a mama, huh?" A rough finger circled your clit.

"Gonna fill you up nice an' round with my kids." His head was spinnning.

"Fuckin' breed you-" John's cock twitched inside of you, his jaw hanging open as he panted in your ear.

"Cum in me." You squealed. "Cum in me, daddy! Please-"

Snap.

Growling out a curse, John's cock slammed into you with a pace so brutal, so deep you thought you might just pass out. His hands pushed your thighs down further, streching you, molding you into the perfect position to take his cum.

"Cum on this cock, baby." The blooming heat in your cunt grew to an inferno. "Cum 'round daddy's cock."

His hand tangled in your hair as you pulsed around him, screaming and twitching as he worked you through the most mind-melting orgasm of your life. Toes curling, your eyes rolled back and you squirted all over his abs, wetness coating him like a permanent brand. The tip of his cock kissed your cervix, cum pumping into your pretty pussy.

Breathless as he pulled you to his chest, he knew he would do anything to keep you like this. Safe. Sure. There would never be a day where you were worrying about being secure in your life, in yourself, not if he could make sure of it.

[velvetydream]

꒰ :🥀 [ Close to heaven ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

Summary : After a long day at work, you come home to your darling girlfriend who is ready to treat you just right.

Pairing : Service! Sub! Furina x Soft! Dom! Fem! Reader

Word count : 3735 Words

Genre : Explicit smut with a plot (Men and Minors DNI)

Warnings ➵ Spoilers for Furinas Quest

  Content ➵ Praise kink, Fingering, Mommy kink

Cunnilingus, Pussy drunk Furina

a/n : This woman makes me go feral fr-

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Groaning annoyed when the key misses the keyhole, fumbling around with it for a few seconds, your bag slowly sliding off your shoulder, heaving it up again. Luckily your dear girlfriend heard your misery at the door and opened it for you. Greeting her with a soft smile you enter, handing her your bag to take your shoes off, before embracing her in a tight hug.

"What a hard day today, Neuvilette made me run across the whole city, Clorinde decided to have training in the afternoon and hit me pretty hard once and then I had to encounter some rude civils and calm their fight down. Hope your day was better." Your chin was softly resting on Furina's shoulder, who was softly rubbing your back listening to your every word. "My day was great mon chérie, how about we eat and then take a bath? I think you deserve that!" Taking your hand in her softly, Furina starts to pull you into the kitchen, presenting the food she made. Pasta with some sauce. It made you giggle, the person that was once a great archon was merely able to cook some pasta and sauce. "Thank you dear, I appreciate you cooking." Pressing a kiss to her temple as she hands you a plate, noticing the immediate red hue on her face. "Haha! O-Of course, what a girlfriend I'd be if I don't cook for you when you work!" Sitting down opposite each other at the table now, Furina tells you all about her day.

How she was practicing her newest script for a new movie currently, asking you to help her recite this weekend when you were off work that day. Or how she went to get some groceries and ran across this cute lost dog and helped bring it back to its owners. You loved listening to Furina ramble on about her day, it was one of the few times she didn't try to act so confident, she seemed so much like herself right now.

"Oh, and I heard Mondstadt would soon be celebrating an event called Windblume Festival and I would love to travel there! Would you be able to accompany me?" Looking up with hopeful and sparkling eyes, how could you say no to her like this? "I suppose I can ask for a few days off when that time comes around." Watching her smile grow as she claps her hands, ranting about how amazing that trip will be and that she is so excited to finally see Mondstadt. Having been to Liyue just recently over the Laterne Rite Festival.

After finishing dinner, Furina asks you to quickly clean the plates while she prepares a bath for the both of you, rushing out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the master bedroom which was connected to the big bathroom. Smiling to yourself at her enthusiasm, you pick up the plates and start to clean them at the sink, drying them afterward and putting everything back in its place. Since Furina hasn't called yet, you put the food in containers and away to be able to eat it later. Just as you close the door, Furina calls you from the bedroom.

Making your way up the stairs now after turning off the light, Furina is waiting in your bedroom for you, taking your hand and pulling you into the bathroom. The big light was off, and only a small lamp was on, casting warm light through the room, accompanied by some candles. The bath was steaming slightly, bubbles were covering the whole water along with some red rose petals. Fluffy towels were lying beside the bathtub ready to be used after the relaxing bath.

"Oh mon belle, you didn't have to do all this!" Hugging Furina's small waist now, your chin softly rests on her shoulder as you watch her. Her face was adorned by a red hue yet again, you always had this effect on her. Every little thing you did had her stammering and red in the face, it was truly adorable to see. "O-Oh I just wanted to make you relax even more! You work so hard!" She was trying to play it off again right now like she always does, making you chuckle. "Of course, aren't you such a good girl for me?" Whispering in her ear, before softly pressing a kiss to her neck, making her whole body shudder.

"Well! Let's get into the bath before it gets cold!" Shrugging off your jacket now, before unbuttoning your shirt, eyes going over to Furina every now and then, watching her hesitatingly get out of her clothes. While you had seen her a few times naked already and also been intimate, she always felt shy at first all over again. "You can get into the bath first, I'll keep my back to you, don't worry." Turning your head to the front again now, you know she is smiling at you right now and silently saying thank you. After getting rid of the rest of your clothes, you can hear the water splashing slightly before Furina announces you can join her now.

Turning to her, she looks at you for a split second, before avoiding your eyes again, pulling her legs to her chest. Climbing in behind her softly, you lean forward slightly, looking at her. "May I hug you?" Glancing at you from the corner of her eyes, she nods and you don't waste time laying your arms around her waist and pulling her close to yourself, your chest now pressed against her back. "So what have you planned for tomorrow? It's my day off, we could spend it together." Trying to help her calm down again, you simply started talking about tomorrow and slowly she noticeably started to relax. "We could maybe go shopping and get cake? We haven't done that in a long time! And maybe we can watch a movie in the evening!" Furina was resting her head on your shoulder right now, her fingers softly playing with yours. It was a habit of hers she picked up quite at the start of your relationship, it helped her relax. "Sure, whatever you desire mon chérie." Pressing a soft kiss to her cheek, she softly giggles, it was so adorable how she always seemed to get butterflies in her stomach all over with you, but it wasn't different for you. Being with her was the best decision you ever had made, she was an angel, she helped you so much and showed how much she too loved you.

"I love you so much, you know that right? Thank you so much for this today." Nuzzling your face into the crook of her neck now, inhaling her scent. She always smelled a bit like the sea, yet something sweet accompanied that scent, probably from all the sweets she eats all day. "I love you too! I'm glad you enjoyed this, I tried my best to help you relax.." Furina always tended to feel rather insecure, you guessed it was bound to be like this after everything that had happened to her, so you always tried your best to reassure her. "You did amazing, being good for me like always~" Pressing a kiss to her neck where your face was resting, you could feel her shiver again, tensing up slightly.

"Is it okay if I touch you?" Whispering in her ear now, your hand softly caressing the back of her hand that was holding yours. She wanted to mention how you were touching her already, but one glance at your face showed her what exactly you meant. Nodding softly, she averted her head to the side, only to have it pushed back softly to look into your eyes. "You know I want you to use your words, darling." Your voice sounded soft, yet firm, Furina knew you were keen on her voicing her consent and wants to you. "You may touch me.. please touch me.." Looking into your eyes pleadingly now, waiting for you to make a move. Smiling at her pleased, your lips find hers in a soft kiss. For now, your hands are softly gliding over her sides, making her shudder from the soft almost ticklish touch. Her lips were moving against yours softly and a bit shy at first, but the longer the kiss went on, the more brave she became. Opening her mouth slightly as an invitation for you, which you did not hesitate to accept.

Your hands slowly glided over her body and inched further up, cupping her breasts softly, which caused Furina to let out a soft gasp against your lips. Giving her chest a soft squeeze for now, your lips start to trail over her chin, to her jaw, and down the side of her neck, before stopping at her shoulder. Furina was leaning her head against your shoulder yet again, her slightly lulled to the side to give you better access, her eyes blissfully closed and mouth slightly agape. Teasingly your fingers softly glide over her sensitive nipples, which were already rather firm. A soft whimper escaped her mouth, before she pressed her lips together tightly, which made you annoyed. Nipping at her shoulder now, your eyes were watching her. "Open that pretty mouth of yours again, you know I want to hear your every sound mon amour." Your right hand was holding her chin now, as two of your fingers softly parted her lips again, before pressing against her tongue. The other was still busy with her breast, opting for rubbing it softly in circles and teasingly tugging on it. Furina was by now panting, her eyes squeezed shut with every one of your touches. Your mouth finds the juncture of her neck again, softly nipping at the flesh, before sucking on it, till a red spot was showing, proud of your work, you plant a soft kiss against the spot to soothe the possible sting.

Furina was so gorgeous and she sometimes doesn't even realize it, how her head was lulled back against your shoulder right now, mouth agape with your two fingers in her mouth, he eyes shut but no doubt rolling to the back as you were teasing her right now. Her face is completely flush with a bright blush, this close you could even see the few freckles adorning her cheeks, barely able to notice from slightly further away.

"You're always such a good girl for me~ You like me praising you, don't you sweets?" Purring those words into her ears, while your fingers teasingly tugged on her nipple, the other fingers out of her mouth and resting on her cheek now so she could speak. "Y-Yes.. Always a g-good girl for you!" Her body was trembling from the pleasure she was receiving, yet not enough pleasure to be anywhere close to a release, she was desperate for more. "Look at you, so obedient like always~" Trailing kisses up her neck again, and your lips find hers, she's softly gasping and moaning into the kiss.

Your left hand was still busy teasing her nipple, which by now was firm, fingers switching to her right nipple now which was rather abandoned till now. Arm hugging her waist halfway, making you able to pull her flush against you. Meanwhile, your right hand was slowly wandering down her body, from her collarbone, over her waist, and down to her thighs, giving her right thigh a soft squeeze, making her moan into the kiss softly. Lips not once leaving hers.

Fingers inching closer to her heat now before you teasingly skip over her heat and softly let your fingers dance over her left thigh now under the surface of the water.

"P-Please touch me.. Please.." Furina's words came out stuttering from how desperate she was for your touch, but she knew that asking for you to touch her would always work. And so you did to her request. Fingers softly swiping through her slick once, which already made her throw her head back with a loud moan, arching her back slightly, but being pressed against you again quickly by your arm. Opting to kiss her neck and shoulder again, leaving some marks here and there, to hear her beautiful voice and the sounds she makes. The touch of your fingers was teasingly, barely swiping through her slit for now, wanting to make her even more desperate, so she can come undone in bliss. Now after you deemed you had teased her enough, your middled finger prodded at her entrance softly, before sliding in for now. Furina's moans were echoing off of the marble walls of the bathroom. The bubbles in the bath were slowly disappearing from how long you two had been in here, the water still warm enough to not be uncomfortable but a noticeable difference from when you two got in and most of the candles had burned down quite a lot, some even burned out.

Her head was resting on your shoulder, her mouth wide agape and panting heavily, Furina was always so reactive to your every touch. Your finger was slowly pumping in and out of her heat, making sure to give her enough time before adding your pointer finger inside of her too, her body shuddering in your embrace. "You're doing so good for me pretty girl, look at you taking my finger so well as if you were made for me~" Feeling her walls clamp down around your fingers, you couldn't help but smirk, Furina loved it when you praised her, it was something she showed in you daily life as well as in the bedroom.

Angling your fingers inside of her slightly upwards, her eyes go wide as her mouth hangs open, and loud moans escape her. Having found her sweet spot, you continue to softly hit that exact spot, while your other hand slowly travels down and finds her clit almost instantly. Pointer finger softly rubbing over the nub, before moving in slow circling motions. Furina was writhing against you, moaning over and over again, face flush. From the way her walls were clamping down on your fingers, you assumed she was close. "Come for me mon amour, I know you're close, be a good girl~" Those words were what brought her over the edge, her orgasm overcoming her body as she came on your fingers, her slick covering them as her back arches up while your fingers slow down to a soft pace to help her ride out her orgasm. Pulling your fingers from her, hands softly caressing her thighs and then her stomach and sides. Furina's breathing was hard, pants leaving her soft pink lips. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was still agape as her body slowly calmed down from her ecstasy.

"You did so well my dear, I'm so proud of you~" Kissing her cheeks softly, nuzzling your nose against her afterward. The bath finished quickly now, as the water was almost cold by now, you helped Furina wash up, before exiting the bath first, wrapping yourself in a towel, before helping your girlfriend put and wrapping her in another towel. Sitting her down on the edge of the tub, you quickly dry yourself before putting on a loose shirt and some panties, turning to Furina now and helping her dry herself. She was still a bit wobbly on her feet from her orgasm, so you helped her before dressing her in one of your shirts.

Picking her up now, after drying both of your hair and carrying her to your shared bedroom, placing her on your bed softly. "Do you need anything? A glass of water?" Furina nods at you, watching you leave the bedroom to get a glass of fresh water from the kitchen. An uncomfortable feeling was nagging at her, she wanted to help you relax and in the end, it was you who made her feel good and pleasured her. Of course, you noticed something was worrying her as you handed her the glass, sitting down beside her on your side of the bed now. "What's worrying you darling hm? You seem out of it now, did you not like it?" Shaking her head immediately now. "No, I loved it! You always make me feel amazing it's just.. I wanted to make you relax and now in the end it was you to pleasure me.." Her eyes were avoiding yours, sighing softly, you scoot over to her, taking her into your arms. She was worrying her pretty head over such things? Besides the night is still long. "Oh mon chérie, don't worry so much, I find pleasure in pleasing you, besides the night is still long, if you want to do something you still have a lot of time~" Her cheeks were blazing red again by the implications of your words. But you were right, even if you pleased her first, she could still please you and make you relax. Putting the glass she was holding to the side now, she turned her body in your embrace so she would be facing you.

"Can you please lay down?" You did notice how nervous she was to ask you, yet you followed her request and lay down, resting your back against the many pillows. Furina hesitated for a second, before climbing on top of you now, sitting herself down on your hip. "Can I take your shirt off?" It was so sweet how she also asked for everything, just like you always did. Nodding your head, you raise your upper body slightly to make it easier for her to pull the garment off and discard it to the floor. Eye gaze over your body for a second, before she leans down, her fingers softly tracing over your mounds, before finding purchase on your nipples. Her mouth engulfs your nipple softly, sucking on it a bit and running her tongue over it, meanwhile, her eyes were watching your expressions the whole time. Proud of how your cheeks were painted in a soft rose hue already, eyes half-lidded and mouth softly panting. Furina continued her teasing for a while, switching to take the other nipple in her mouth now while letting her fingers play with the other one. They were firm by now and your panties must've been soaking by now too.

A soft kiss was planted on your lips, before Furina softly kissed her way down your body, over the stomach before lifting your leg a bit to kiss your inner thigh, all the while her eyes were on you watching. She knew her own cheeks were probably much redder than yours, but that didn't bother her. Your own hands softly find the end of her shirt and softly tug on it, making the woman pull it over her head. Your eyes ravage over her body, being able to look at her from the front now, hands softly holding her waist now. "My gorgeous doll~" Looking at you flustered for a second, she quickly regained her composure and hooked her fingers in the waistband of your panties. Eyes looking for your approval and with a nod from you, she pulls them down your legs and throws them off of the bed.

Furina's eyes glide over your heat for a second, before letting her finger run through your slick for a second. Putting the finger in her mouth, while keeping eye contact with you, which made you smirk. One thing she knew how to do, was how to rile you up.

Laying herself down between your thighs now, her head softly resting against your thigh now, leaving a few light red marks, while her finger softly starts gliding through your slick, pushing her middle finger in now and then, before pulling out again to make them circle your clit again. This was going on for a while. Eyes closed, as your hands were bunching the blanket in your fists and your breathing was hard by now. Opening your eyes again when you felt her breath on your heat, seeing Furina's face a mere inch away from where you needed her. Locking eyes with her, her tongue darts out and gives your heat a teasing lick, which already makes you throw your head back with a moan. Your hand softly finds purchase in her white and blue locks, as your other fingers find her own, softly linking your fingers with her own.

Her tongue licks another stripe up your heat, her face flush from the act right now. Her arm that was not holding your hand, was around your right tight, holding you in place. Tongue starting to lick at a slow speed now, sometimes grazing your throbbing clit, moans were escaping your lips every now and then. Back arching of the bed sometimes when she hits a particularly good spot. Her tongue was slightly teasing your entrance, before entering slightly, moving the tip against your walls softly before pulling out again and licking up to your clip. Her lips engulfed your clit entirely, switching between sucking and licking. Your moans were echoing off of the walls, squeezing her hand softly as you were nearing your orgasm. "I'm close darling, keep the good work up, make mommy come~" Furina was watching you, as her pace on your clit fastens, your back arching off of the bed as you come undone on her tongue, her eyes heart-shaped as she watches you proudly. Licking up the mess she made, before leaning up to you and planting a soft kiss on your lips.

"You did so well baby, so good for me~" Caressing her cheek softly, as she nuzzles into the palm of your hand. "Let's get cleaned and then cuddle." And so you two did, you quickly cleaned yourself, while Furina switched the sheets before cleaning her fave quickly.

Laying down on your side, only panties back on, Furina lays down with her head on your chest now, content and happy with how this evening went. "Hope I wasn't too rough with my marks, they're pretty dark." Furina just shakes her head, assuring you that they don't hurt, before letting out a yawn, her eyes slowly falling shut. Giving her one last kiss, before turning the lights off and cuddling up to your girlfriend. She was an angel and you could not wish for someone else truly.

[aly4khq]

✰⋆⁺₊⋆ - i always win. - ⋆⁺₊⋆✰

- xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ -

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warnings!: eating out, overstim

today was you and xavier's day off. the wanderer activity lately has been very low compared to a few months ago, signifying that it's that time of year where you guys can take a little break once in a while.

in the fresh morning of april, a lovely tuesday, the sun shone through your blinds blinding you as your eyes opened. turning to the other side to wrap your legs around xavier, they plopped onto nothing. in concern, your eyes sprung open, you hands lifting your body up.

he was gone. but where? turning back around slowly, still infected by sleep, the light from your phone presented '8:15'. now in your how many years you've know xavier, he never wakes up this early unless it's forced (by you) or he has a very early mission do to at the base. stretching as you moaned from the feeling of the heat, your ear picked up the noise of the door opening.

there he was, in nothing but his boxers walking around the house as he sweats from a possible workout. smiling, you sleepily waved at him, too tired to be speaking. chuckling in return, he ruffled your hair before pecking your neck softly. moving your neck due to the tickly sensation, a small whine escaped your mouth.

"..why are you awake so early..?" your voice was tougher than normal, a slight rasp involved too. he tried to drag you out of bed properly but you resisted. he sighed.

"you know. it's actually not that early. i'd say 6 is early."

shaking your head no, you tried to pull him back into bed. your eve wrapping around his arm as you used your horrible morning strength to get him down. he watched you, just admiring you before you gave up.

"come on. let's shower together." he won the fight, grasping your hands in his as he kissed them, running around and kneeling down. he looked back, silently telling you to get on his back.

slowly and steadily, you shifted your body to his back, holding onto his neck your legs clinging onto his waist. he slowly rose to his feet, holding the bottom of your thighs to secure you tightly. walking to the shower, he tried to to wake you up more after hearing your cute little snores.

"hey hey hey! no more sleeping." you practically scoffed at his words, rising your head and biting the back of his neck.

"coming from you...master...sleepyhead..." a yawn separated most of your sentence even though he understood it all.

after making it to the bathroom, he placed you onto the toilet, making sure that you were leaning on the wall so you didn't fall. your tired eyes slowly tracked his steps.

putting the water on...grabbing a few bubble maker bottles...making sure it was warm...looked at you..

"come on darling. bath time."

holding your hands out to be carried, he used that to take your his shirt off leaving you only in your underwear. the soft black lace absorbing his light heart. you stretched as the morning sun started to wake you under before a sharp feeling came from your hip.

your eyes shot down to stare at xavier's long fingers snapping the side of your underwear against your skin before going onto his knees. his hand rushing up your thighs gently, caressing the soft skin.

"...xav...what r you doing.." your hands rested on his shoulders, his hypnotising baby blues trapping yours. he had his cheeky face on. his hand slowly pulling your underwear down. his fingers patting at the wetness of your pussy.

"so wet..this early baby?" he teased,biting your thighs as your head flew back, your hand covering your eyes. a slight giggle running out of you.

"for you of course. you can't be so hot and not expect me to- OH! my gosh-"

you gasped, instantly grasping at his hair. the sensation of his tongue fighting with your flaps, sucking harshly of the flesh as he pulled you closer by your thighs.

you whimpered, crying out as he continued to eat your out, harshly yet so deep you couldn't even breathe before he was back at it again. the digits of his fingers in you increasing by the minute. your legs clenching around his head as he sucked harder, his normally soft persian blue eyes now stern and dull.

"don't...move." he growled into your pussy, making sure you couldn't move as he went faster and faster.

" wait!- wait, baby please- xavier! i can't!!-"

you squealed trying to catch a break, you weren't prepared for this. your legs trembled violently around his head, your head nearly banging against the bathroom wall behind you by the force of his tongue.

"xavier i'm gonna-" the cool in your stomach was intense but he didn't slow down whatsoever, you squirmed and begged in his mercy. but he didn't stop. he wanted to see you squirm. he wanted to see you struggle to take the pleasure he was giving you.

suddenly, his face was coated in your liquids, and he didn't waste a single drop, if he wasn't always pussy drunk than this would be a different type of hungry.

after taking all of your results off his face, he went back to your core, desperately looking for more. taking every ounce of you into his mouth.

"okay! okay! we get it...we get it..." you huffed.

he picked you up, slowly placing you in the tub before situations himself right behind you making sure that your were stable.

"your pussy is such a delicious dinner, you know?" he whispered in your ear as you bit his hand softly.

"stop it..you're so cringe eww- ow!"

he pinched your side as you bit hi harder. soon enough, water was everywhere and you were scrapping inside the bathtub. slowly you gave up as he started tickling.

"OKAY! you win!-"

"see? i always win."

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do not steal my work even tho they are trash!

date made: 21-25/4/24

[poetryandfluffycats]

His Girl~

A/N: part of my Nikolai stalker au! might be the last one for awhile since for may ill be on the grind for enstars NSFW month🤍

Pairing: Kidnapper!Nikolai Gogol x fem!reader

Content: Bathing with kidnapper Nikolai...

Warnings: kidnapping, suggestive(?)

Words: 887

Oneshot under cut!

"Dove, how would you like a bath?"

Nikolai leaned over my shoulder, wrapped his arms around my middle and squeezing my belly fat. "Hm, and maybe some new clothes? You must be getting sick of this old number! Aha!"

A bath? I would've loved a bath. It'd been so long since the last time I'd properly bathed, my only way of cleaning myself whilst down here being a dirty rag and a bucket. Even though there was a bathtub in the bathroom of the basement, Nikolai had never let me use it for whatever reason.

The thought of clean water, soap, shampoo, maybe even bubbles? It had me tingling. New clothes too? Clearly something had put Nikolai in a good mood today, which I wasn't going to complain about.

Something about the offer, however, made me shiver. Something about the way he held me, about the way he squeezed me just a bit too tight, told me that he wasn't doing this out of the kindness of his own heart.

"That sounds nice..." I mumbled, turning my head around to face him. There it was, that stare again. Pupils blown out beyond humanness, jagged teeth showing in his wide grin.

Anyone would've called me crazy if I told them, but that was his happy face.

"Wonderful! Yes, let's get you all nice and squeaky clean, hm?"

He intertwined his fingers with mine, a bounce in his step as he dragged me towards the bathroom, which was located in the far corner of the basement. Once inside, he closed and locked the door behind us, patting the counter top and gesturing for me to sit down. I did as he wanted, hopping up onto the counter and swinging my legs back and forth.

The action reminded me of when I was a child, watching my mother do her makeup at the vanity while I begged her to put some on me too. I wondered if she missed me, if anyone did.

"Now, I wasn't sure what type of scent you liked, so I got a whole bunch! I think the lady at the store thought I was crazy, aha!" Nikolai giggled, opening the cabinet beneath me and pulling out bottle after bottle of shower products. "Strawberry, peach, vanilla, cherry, this ones called 'A thousand wishes' how odd...! Oh, bath salts, you need bath salts! Here, I got a few options for those as well"

"Vanilla sounds nice" I smiled softly, pointing at the bottle in question. Nikolai grabbed it and popped open the lid, holding it out for me to smell. "Smells nice too"

"Vanila it is then! I'll fill the tub, and you strip for me, mkay? Don't be embarrassed, I'll behave myself! Scouts honour"

Scouts honour? I couldn't imagine Nikolai as a boyscout, actually, I couldn't imagine the manic as a child at all. I preferred to think of him as some sort of demon that just spawned one day as what he is now. What would a younger Nikolai be like? Probably the kind who went around setting bee hives on fire and stealing from the collection box at church.

"Strip, strip, strip! Don't keep me waiting, dove" Nikolai sang, tilting his head to the side, keeping an eye on me as he fiddled with the faucets of the bath.

"Kolya...?" I hesitated in pulling my nightgown off, the fabric bunching up in my grip.

"Hm?"

"Don't stare, okay?"

"You can count on me, love! But, you can't blame me if I do sneak a few peeks, alright? How am I supposed to bathe my girl without looking at her? Hm?"

My girl.

What an idiot. I wasn't his property, you couldn't own a person, didn't matter how long you kept them trapped in your basement.

Without any further trouble, I untied the bow holding my gown together, letting it slip down my frame and pool at my ankles, leaving me completely exposed and vulnerable at Nikolais mercy. I was quick to cover my chest as I hopped off the counter top, trying to keep just an ounce of my modestly intact.

"What a beautiful body-eck! Stupid Nikolai, stupid! She doesn't want you staring! Stupid, stupid, stupid!" The jester hit himself in the head a few times, muttering a string of different curse words with each smack.

"Ah, ignore me, dove. Go on! Baths nice and warm for you!"

I didn't need to be told twice, mumbling a quick thanks as I slid down into the tub. It felt like bliss, the bubbles popping under my weight and creating a tickling sensation on my skin. The water was hot, but not so hot you felt like you might boil to death. Just right.

I reached for the vanilla scented body scrub that Nikolai had layed out for me, only to have him grab my wrist before I could get a hold of it. "Ah-ah-Ah, allow me" He wagged his finger back and forth, grabbing the scrub himself and scooping a generous amount into his palm.

It felt wrong, his grubby hands on my bare skin. This should have been a luxury for me, something to enjoy, but I couldn't help but feel like a piece of meat on display. Mere prey, a toy to dress up.

And in a way I was.

[mrsrookhunt]

Petit Chasseur

Rook Hunt x Reader

Synopsis: In crewel's class, the task at hand is to transform a tadpole into a frog with a transformation potion, so how is it that you and Rook happened to transform your tadpole into a baby...?

Warnings: None, but MC is apparently a third year because I accidentally wrote for Rook being part of Potionology instead of the Science club and got way too far in before I realized it. This is how you and Rook started a family and lived happily ever after

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"Ah-? You say that's the right ingredient, but I assure you it was--"

"Too late!" You laughed, dropping a sprig of pine into the mixture, which had previously been just the right consistency and color.

It bubbled and smelled of sickly rotten flowers.

Rook gave an theatrical sigh. "Mon tricksteur, that was the last of our ingredients.. We were already warned that we shall not be supplied with more."

You frowned at the textbook. It didn't give you the list of ingredients, which Professor Crewel had listed at the beginning of the lesson. Still, you were certain it called for a sprig of pine. But the cauldron should have been filled with a light, sticky substance, and instead it was filled with something so gooey, Rook was having trouble stirring it the appropriate amount of paces.

"Hmm... what'd you think it was supposed to be, Rook?"

"It was two drops of liquid silver."

"Damn, are you totally sure?"

He gestured to the mixtures of the rest of the class, which bore a much closer resemblance to the intended result.

"Oui. If not, the whole class, myself included, must have had a mass hallucination."

"Aww..." You face palmed. "How do we fix this?" You asked out of exasperation, hoping he had a better answer.

"No ingredient that comes mind is in our possession. We shall have to turn it in as it is, sadly."

He stopped stirring and ladled it into a vial.

"Isolate a tadpole for me, s'il te plaît ."

"Yeah, but what's it gonna do?"

He laughed and shrugged. "We'll see."

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"It's two drops over the tadpole--"

"one, Two, THREE, there we go-- oh. Um. Two?"

Rook snickered. "Remind me never to partner with you again, Mon Tricksteur."

The tadpole stopped moving.

"Is it... dead?" You asked, as you watched in horror over the poor thing, layed out on a tray in shallow water.

"Hmm. Perhaps three drops was too much? Our potion had all the components for a basic transformation potion, the sprig shouldn't have affected it's transformative properties, only the outcome, so--"

The tadpole shivered as if coming back to life; Its flesh began to ripple with different colors and shapes as it mutated into a large, multicolored creature.

"Uhh--- Rook, that seems a little uhmmm, BIG FOR A FROG---"

You knocked Rook into the ground in your attempt to back up, taking the tray and the undulating creature down with you, to your horror.

You braced yourself for contact with the squishy thing, and felt something heavy hit your lap.

Rook picked it up swiftly before you even opened your eyes.

"Mon dieu! I've never seen such a thing."

You opened one of your tightly shut eyes to see a Rook staring in reverent awe at a tiny, cute baby bearing resemblance to him.

"What? What IS THAT---"

"Don't yell, you'll upset the poor thing. And would you look at that? It looks a bit like you too, doesn't it?"

The baby cooed as Rook brought it to his chest with one arm, holding it gently, while the baby outstretched its tiny little arms in your direction.

He put the baby against your crossed arms.

"The baby wants your touch," He said softly, watching as the baby nuzzled against your arm.

"Nuh-uh, no way, that is NOT a baby--"

"Transformation potions are thorough. The baby is, in fact, a baby."

"Still, I don't want to touch it, it's creepy--- why does it look like us??"

Rook took the feather from his cast-aside hat to tickle the baby with.

"If I had to take a guess, I'd say perhaps it was the third drop. The little nourrisson took on the appearance of you and I because we were the first to touch it. It fell on both of us at the same time."

"S-so now what do we do?" You reluctantly touched the baby, who was cuter than you'd like to admit.

"Tell the professor and let him sort the matter out."

He turned over the baby to you as he went to get the professor.

You held the infant, which cooed and fussed like a normal human baby, but looked eerily like you and Rook, bearing his rich blonde hair and green eyes, but your chin and cheekbones, and even the way your hair naturally parted.

You gave up your fingers to the child, who was fascinated by them.

You saw Rook speaking to the professor, but your attention was diverted back to the baby, who had begun crying when you focused on something else.

You shushed it gently.

"It's alright, little one.. we'll get this ironed out."

Bleary green eyes stared back at you as if to say, 'You better.'

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"It's permanent."

"You're kidding--"

You were already back at the Ramshackle dorm, feeding the baby with formula you'd had to beg and plead for Sam to find on such short notice.

"Non, I'm afraid not. The Professor looked extensively. There is no cure to this."

"So what do we do then? We can't just... keep it!"

Rook dropped down to the ground to tickle the baby, who was lying on a soft blanket.

"I think that we must. It's our responsibility, and the baby is biologically ours, so--"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE BABY IS BIOLOGICALLY OURS?"

Your heart was racing out of your chest. What does this even mean for the two of you? You've always liked Rook, but not enough to throw yourself into raising a child with him-!

"You're shouting again, Mon Tricksteur. Oui, the baby is biologically ours, since it shares the equal traits of us both. We shall have to raise our dear infant."

Rook was on his knees beside you, amusing the baby with funny expressions and little exclamations of wonder.

Where would you go? You couldn't take care of a baby in a world you weren't familiar with, in which you had no one and nothing. Nothing but Rook, who had quite the full family of his own. Would they even accept this? Would they even like you?

Not even to speak of the challenges of raising a child, especially while going to school. Outside of your free-time, where would you even find the time to raise a baby?

Rook planted a kiss on your forehead, chuckling lightly.

"You're too nervous, my dear. You need to find the heart of passion, and throw yourself to the wind. I see it written across your face-- but there's no need to worry. I'm here for you."

You picked up the baby, cradling the small little bundle while Rook rested his arm across your back, taking in the scene. You were a family now. You were parents, so suddenly, so absolutely by surprise. And yet, as you were starting to warm up to the sweet child, you realized just how lucky you were to have Rook by your side, and a baby to love with him.

"Ah~ Mon Amour and my petit chasseur~"

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French vocabulary that I definitely did not get from Google translate:

s'il te plaît: please

Mon dieu: my god

nourrisson: infant/baby

Petit chasseur : Little hunter

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-June 28th, 2023

-Kaori

[thetxtdevil]

TXT as greek gods seducing the mortal reader, pleeeeeease 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

That's it, that's the request (love your writing 💕)

This is such a lovely request, I just read a TXT Demigod by @beomiracles its so cute >_<

--suggestive--

Yeonjun - Zeus

What this god wants, he gets, so Yeonjun is not nonchalant with seducing you. Appearing in your room at night during a thunder storm after you had a stressful day. You worked in the vegetable garden and it seems like Demeter was not working with you as all your vegetation turned into mold. You were scolded at so much for your work it left you crying. The once blue skies rolled into dark grey showing the people that the gods were angered. Yeonjun wanted to make up for your bad day calming you and leaving soft kisses of reassurance. Eventually to open up to the god giving all of you for him to worship.

Soobin - Poseidon

The beach is your happy place, a place of soothing sounds and salty scents. The waves never settled when you walked by, the ocean never changed from is captivating blue, this had you coming back for more. One day you walk to the shore to be surprised to see the foam concave into a trail of the most beautiful sea shells leading you to the depths of water. The seashell trail led you to a grove, flat rock that was shaped like a lounging chair decorated with fresh seaweed. Looking up you see you're in a bubble of sea life, you admired the fish swimming above until you got a glimpse of a tall handsome man, he walks out of the water and into your air bubble. Soobin lifts your chin to look at his ocean eyes, "There’s more than the ocean to love, my dear."

Beomgyu - Dionysus

A little too much wine never hurt anyone, right? You sat there along the stone table amongst your fellow scholars having a party when a extremely beautiful man you've never seen before sits next to you. "Fresh grapes from my garden" the man says lifting a bottle to be acknowledged. You watch as He pours you a glass of wine, looking back into his warm brown eyes you see a suspicious glint in them. "You're not poisoning me are you?" Beomgyu chuckles, "I'd never sacrifice a gorgeous women like you." You smile and take the cup, the crisp complexity taste of the liquid instantly consumes you. One after another you turn drunk making you get your courage up, just as Beomgyu wanted. Too drunk to care of who’s watching you sit on the man's lap as he gladly starts kissing you.

Taehyun - Hades

Picking out flowers was your hobby, you made the most ratifying arrangements. However you found yourself giving these arrangements to the ones who’s passed. Little did you know you were sending them to Taehyun the god of the underworld. You've been running into many wilted florals but they all surround surrounding the most exotic petals. You picked them out to reveal the most divine bouquets of flowers you've ever made. Walking towards the graveyard a dark figure stops you, this figure made you shiver, fear built up in your stomach. "Those flowers are for you" Taehyun said "Oh, well thank you, they're beautiful" "Not as beautiful as you" he gets closer to you taking a flower putting it into your hair before kissing you.

Huening Kai - Hermes

Kai the messenger god always admired you going horse back riding. Your hair drifted with the wind, you knew how to steer the horse, you were magnificent to him. One lucky day of perfect weather you speed through the grassy field you come upon a man steady on his own horse. You couldn't help but slow the horse to greet the man. Looking at his full pouches stashed you ask "Do you have anything to sell." "More like a trade" Kai smirks lifting up a precious set of gold jewelry making you sit in awe. You leap off the horse walking up to the man to get a better look, "I have nothing to trade." His wrinkled smile made you weak, this man was so alluring. "Sure you do" you quirk an eyebrow at him, "in return you give me all of you."

P.s. my grammar is horrid especially in this fic and you’re going to deal with it :/

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil

taglist: @inkigayocamman, @naoristerling

[insomniac4000]

Change of Heart Part 2

Second and final part, enjoy!

"So what are we doing for my birthday boys?" Chris asked excitedly. George and the pair of Arthur's looked at each other with knowing glances, since this was technically Arthur Hill's idea it was decided that he was going to be the one to break the news but he wanted to do it slowly.

"Well I'm actually playing a show in London that night and I thought you know... since we're flatmates that you guys could come, I've got VIP passes for you all. Maybe we could go out for a few drinks after?" Arthur said, his voice going a little high at the end through fear of what was about to come out of his mouth next.

"Sounds great, what's the catch?" Chris joked, oh he had no idea.

"Y/N's going to be there too, it's her show..." Arthur replied and flinched as he anticipated Chris was going to hit him. Instead the curly haired boy shook his head vigorously. These were meant to be his friends, how could they plan something they knew he would hate?

"That's fine. I'll see what Theo or Will or someone is doing instead." Chris was trying to stay as calm as possible but his words did not match his body language in the slightest. It was George who was the one to try and salvage the conversation, picking up on the panicked look from Arthur.

"Look Chris, this is at the Brixton Academy, it's Arthur's biggest gig to date. This is not about choosing sides in a stupid argument it's about supporting our flatmate and our friend," the younger tiktoker reasoned. He knew Chris wasn't an arsehole even if we was acting like one and Chris would want to be there to support Arthur if he could be.

"Fine. But I'm only there for Arthur," Chris sighed admitting defeat.

Chris was now on board, the boys thought it best to not specifically mention that to you that Chris was going to be at the show. Since you walked out of that pub garden you have had nothing to do with him and the guys had told you that "we" were going to be there so you assumed that it didn't include the little hobbit. So when you saw his scowling face in Arthur's dressing room it did come as massive shock.

"Technically we didn't lie to you," Arthur Hill said to you in a desperate attempt to defend himself.

"Whatever, I have no time to argue. I have a show to do." You stated simply before walking out of the room. Everyone was surprised you didn't try to engage in some sort of an argument but no one was as surprised as Chris. The bottom line was you were a professional and you had a lot of people you didn't want to let down. Even though you liked a drink you never drunk before a show, your voice sounded better that way, a fact that had also shocked Chris when Arthur told the group after George suggested going over to you with a drink as a peace offering after you had left the dressing room.

Arthur was on first and you went to see his set, like you did with everybody you played shows with in order to show support and also because you just loved music, you were also due to sing "Iced Coffee" with him which was closer to the end of the set. While watching him you clutched your bottle of water as you stood just to the right of George, Arthur was to his left and Chris was at the end. The curly haired boy kept glancing at you, you had changed into your stage outfit, a leather body suit with long but sheer sleeves and a sheer train at the back which just about touched the floor and a pair of black knee high boots. He had to admit to himself you looked really good and he wanted to kick himself for it, who was he kidding you always looked really good.

"Sure I can't tempt you?" George asked as he offered up his drink to you. You politely shook your head and turned to him.

"The minute I get off stage I promise,"

"That's quite honourable you know. It's weird how Youtube puts you in this bizzare bubble where it's not only acceptable to drink on the job it's encouraged. If I did that as a barrister I'd have been struck off," Arthur explained.

"That's true, I probably could but I think my voice just sounds a lot better sober," you explained. Chris's eyebrows raised a little, he didn't realise how hard you worked at your job and just hoe seriously you took your music career. He had assumed music was just something you did because you felt it was cool or popular and you just wanted something else to do as opposed to Youtube but he was slowly starting to realise just how wrong he was.

Soon it was time to join Arthur on stage as the moustached man introduced you.

"Now I would like to invite a very special person on stage that I knoe you're all waiting to see. Please welcome the insanely talented Y/N!!"

Chris couldn't help you watch you intensely, your smile wide as you gave a wave to the crowd. It was obvious to anyone that you absolutely loved performing to people. While he had heard your songs in the background when the other boys played it but he hadn't really paid attention before. Arthur started the song then you sang.

"Oh, we go up to go down Kiss, chase round and round Your head in my clouds, so high We're all over the place My hands on your waist Your changing the pace just like"

Chris didn't realise before how beautiful your voice was. It had a sad almost haunting tone to it which matched the lyrics to the song perfectly.

"I hate to be the one to clear the air This ain't no casual affair Don't mean the feeling wasn't there Just means you kinda made me scared"

You couldn't help but glance Chris's way a little when you sang the last line, you were always wondering what you did to make him hate you so much. The first time you appeared on his channel you made a couple of jokes but you were only trying to fit in. As you continued singing you felt the lyrics flow through you as you felt them.

I can't keep my cool When I'm around you I can't keep my cool When I'm around you

Chris knew that he had main character syndrome a lot of the time but he somehow knew that you were singing to him.

To his surprise Chris stayed for your entire set and watched as you effortlessly moved across the stage, singing your heart out.

After the show you came off stage' hot, sweaty and tired but that was just how it always was and you loved it.

"Wow you are really good," Chris commented as you walked past, a huge smile on your face. Everyone stopped for a moment and let Chris's comment, no Chris's compliment sink in.

"Thank you," you replied giving Chris a small smile before downing the bottle of water which was always left at the side for you after a show. Since he was showing you a little bit of kindness you thought he deserved a little back.

"Right, let's celebrate shall we?" You asked to a chorus of cheers as everyone went to get ready for the night out ahead. You had changed into something a little bit more comfortable, a black skirt and a white body suit with ruched sleeves and some white platformed trainers. Chris watched you as you spoke to people, some from the show, others you had worked with previously and he was impressed you remembered people's names, the lighting, the sound guy. Had he gotten you wrong all along? As the night went on and the drinks flowed everyone couldn't help but notice you and Chris had not bickered once, he had even just offered to get you a drink which you accepted.

"Thanks," you smiled as you took the glass of rum and coke from his hands.

"You're welcome, maybe it could be a peace offering?" Chris suggested. You looked at him and studied his face, he was quite cute when he wasn't pouting, well actually you thought he was very attractive when he was pouting. He had wonderful blue green eyes that changed colour depending on the light, sure you were a smidge taller than him in those shoes but it didn't bother you, he didn't give off short man energy instead he embraced it which you quite liked.

"Sure thing. I dunno what I ever did to make you despise me so much but I'm glad we're getting along now, only if it is for tonight," you slurred in his ear before taking a sip of your drink. Chris frowned and looked down at his feet, he was now feeling incredibly guilty in that moment.

"I never said I despised you," he slurred back, leaning on the bar for support.

"Sure acted like it, look I don't want to have another argument with you. Thanks for the drink and thank you for coming to my show," you replied before you went to walk off to talk to someone else. A pull on your hand stopped you, you looked back to see Chris holding on tightly with a look on his face you hadn't seen before, determination?

"I meant what I said. I think you're really talented tonight was great," he complimented and you nodded as you felt the blush rise in your cheeks, luckily the bar was hot so you could pass off any redness to that.

"Thank you. You're the only person I know who can make football interesting," you replied with a slight giggle, giggle? What were you a school girl? Chris nodded slowly as he licked his lips a little, God that was hot you thought.

"You're really beautiful as well. Maybe we could start again?" Chris asked letting go of your hand but placing it out in front of you as if he were asking you to shake it.

"Hi I'm Chris," he said confidently as he gave you a cheeky wink. Your face broke out into a big smile as you shook his hand.

"Hi I'm Y/N," you giggled out, biting on your bottom lip as he lifted your hand up and kissed it gently. Both of you looked so intently in the other person's eyes you both failed to notice the jubilant cheers going on in the background from Chris's flatmates.

[captainsophiestark]

The One and Only Exception

Percy Weasley x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Harry Potter

Day 13 Prompt: "Come with me, hurry."

Summary: When Y/N and Percy end up in a small closet together hiding from angry Slytherins, certain feelings may finally come to light.

Word Count: 1,628

Category: Fluff

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"This is why you're my best friend."

I grinned as Oliver Wood, my regular partner in crime, whispered from next to me in the secret passage where we crouched. Normally, we were partners in Quidditch-based crime, coming up with the most amazing plays to destroy our opponents on the field. We'd been doing it since first year, even before anyone had been willing to listen to us and our Quidditch opinions.

Now, however, we were partners in crime in something that fit our Beater pair more than either of us. But with a match against Slytherin on the horizon and them playing ridiculous, cheaty mind games, I'd convinced Oliver to join me in doing the same.

We were going to get back at them by getting in their heads, the same way they'd been spending time trying to get in ours. And as soon as Marcus Flint came around the corner, ideally with a few other members of his team, our hovering bubbles of water and flour would drop down on them from the ceiling and our revenge would begin.

Thankfully, we didn't have to wait much longer. As we'd expected, Flint came into the hallway with his Beaters trailing him. Oliver and I waited for the perfect moment, then with a wave of our wands, dropped the balloons and flour smack onto their heads.

They froze in their tracks, horror on their faces, before they looked around wildly and angrily. Oliver and I shared a maniacal grin, then took off running in opposite directions as planned as Flint roared.

"WHO DID THAT?"

Oliver disappeared up the secret corridor as I popped into the hallway with the Slytherins, drawing their attention before disappearing around the corner of a castle hallway. Ideally neither of us would get caught, but Oliver was the Quidditch captain, so we needed to make sure he didn't get blamed for this lest the whole team be punished. Hence my part.

I could hear the footsteps of the Slytherins pounding against the cobblestones behind me, but I just cackled and picked up the pace, racing ahead. I flew around another corner, intending to put on a little more speed, but stopped dead in my tracks thanks to an unexpected obstacle. Percy Weasley, Oliver's roommate and one of my friends since first year, was walking down the hallway, completely oblivious of me and the angry Slytherins on my trail.

"Whoa! Y/N, what are you-"

"No time! Come with me, hurry!" I cried, grabbing Percy's arm and dragging him along after me. He immediately slowed me down, and if we kept going at this pace, Flint and his friends would catch us for sure.

Time for plan B.

I readied my wand and leveled it at the nearest door off the corridor, blasting it open before ducking inside, dragging Percy with me. I quickly shut the door behind us, relocking it with magic and then freezing to avoid making noise that would give us away.

"Really, Y/N, what on earth-"

"Percy, sh!" I said, raising my finger to my lips and staring him down with wide eyes. He didn't look completely pleased, but he listened, settling in to stare at me with his arms crossed while I watched the door.

I thought that would be that, but then Percy grabbed my arm to turn my attention back to him, one eyebrow raised almost into his hairline in demanding question. I sighed, then leaned in to whisper in his ear.

In the back of my mind, I realized just how closely together that put us, chest to chest in this tiny dark storage closet. I tried my best to force that train of thought to be quiet, especially since I was sure Percy didn't feel the same as I did.

"The Slytherins have been messing with our Quidditch team worse than usual," I whispered. "So, I'm helping my best friend by getting them back. We set a trap with water balloons and flour in the hallway, dumped it right on Flint's head, and got the Beaters too. After I triggered the prank, I took off and they chased. I ran into you, dragged us both in here so we wouldn't get caught, and now we're waiting for them to pass."

I leaned back at bit to gauge Percy's reaction, and for just a second, I thought I saw a faint blush on his cheeks through the dark. Then, I noticed his deep frown.

"What were you thinking!" he hissed, at least remembering to keep his voice down this time. "You know I'm the Head Boy, don't you? I have to get you in trouble for this!"

"Or..." I started, giving Percy a little smile as an idea came to me. He raised his eyebrows, still looking a little outraged, so I continued. "Percy, did you actually see me do anything wrong?"

"...Well, no. But I just heard you confess to dropping water balloons on the Slytherins-"

"Percy. I just saved you from an angry Marcus Flint, who absolutely had it coming, by the way. For once in your life just be chill."

He stared at me, stress written on every single line of his face, then finally sighed, his shoulders falling as he closed his eyes.

"Okay."

"Wait, really?"

He looked at me again, clearly incredibly tired of my nonsense. Maybe he was just trying to fake me out...

"Really, Y/N. I... you made a decent enough argument that I suppose, just this once..." he cleared his throat and rubbed at the back of his neck, and this time I definitely caught him blushing. "I suppose I can let it go."

"I freaking love you," I laughed, flinging my arms around him and pulling him in tight for a hug. He froze like a statue, then slowly, wrapped his arms around my waist. As he did, I realized what I'd just said, and I felt heat rising to my own face, too.

We stayed like that for a few beats, part of me not wanting to pull away and deal with the tension now blanketing this closet. After a moment, though, I did, slowly. Percy didn't drop his arms from around my waist, and I left mine around his neck as we made eye contact, all the humor and lightness gone.

"Percy..." I breathed. I glanced down at his lips before I could stop myself, and when I quickly looked back up after realizing what I'd done, I found Percy's gaze had wandered to my lips, too.

I smiled to myself, then leaned in and kissed him without letting myself think twice about it. I'd had a crush on Percy since fifth year, and Oliver had spent all of that time telling me to stop being a chicken and just ask him out. Now, two years later, I was finally managing to do just that.

Percy kissed me back as soon as he'd realized what was happening, and I smiled into the kiss. After a moment we pulled away, and I met Percy's eyes, wide with shock but a small smile on his face. I was practically glowing.

"You just kissed me," he said, like he still couldn't quite believe it. I nodded.

"I sure did. And I'm gonna do it again."

Percy huffed a quiet, happy laugh, then met me half way as I leaned back in towards him. Marcus Flint and the angry Slytherins were completely forgotten as I ran one hand through Percy's hair at the base of his neck, and he wrapped his arms even tighter around me.

"Hey, I think it's finally safe for you-"

Percy and I jumped apart and whirled around as the door flew open, revealing Oliver. I guess he'd come to find me once the danger of the Slytherins had passed, unfortunately for me. Oliver, Percy, and I stared at each other with wide eyes for a few moments, and then Oliver's face broke into a grin.

"FINALLY! I've had to spend years hearing you talk about Percy nonstop, only to go to bed and hear Percy talking about you until I hit him with a pillow!"

Percy and I exchanged a glance. I couldn't believe that all this time, he'd been just as hung up on me as I'd been on him.

"Alright, I don't need to see the lovey-dovey stuff even though I'm happy for you," Oliver said, putting his hand back on the door and taking a step back into the hallway. "Y/N, don't be late for practice. I expect to see you on the field in twenty minutes."

With that, he slammed the door again, leaving Percy and I alone in the small, dark space.

"You... you've talked to Oliver about me?" asked Percy, hesitant hope in his voice. I smiled.

"Of course. He's my best friend, and I've had a crush on you for years."

Percy beamed. "So have I."

"Well, I'm glad we finally got that cleared up then," I said, taking Percy's hand in the dark. It was amazing neither of us were literally glowing with happiness. "So... maybe we could do something this weekend? A date, or something?"

"I'd love that," he replied. "It's a Hogsmeade weekend, so perhaps some tea?"

"That sounds perfect." I leaned in to kiss him again, a short peck on the lips, then I pulled back and flung the closet door open. "I need to go or I'm going to be late to practice, and then Oliver will kill me, but... I'll see you in the Common Room tonight?"

"I'll see you tonight," he said with a little nod. I beamed back at him, then blew him one last kiss before taking off down the hallway again, headed for the Quidditch pitch outside, still floating on air. My prank on Flint had worked out even better than I'd hoped it would.

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[themultifandomgal]

Ethan Choi- Bed Day

I'm lying in my bed in pain because of that time of the month. My phone rings, I groan rolling over to answer it, however once I see the same across the screen I feel slightly better

"Hiya babe" I say through the phone

"Hey angel I was wondering if you wanted to come over?" Ethan's voice comes through

"Ughh I would but I've just started my period and nothings helping the pain"

"Your in pain?" He asks with concern

"Yeah. Normally the tablets I take help but this time they haven't. I just don't think I'd be very fun to be with at the moment" I chuckle a little

"Ok no worries angel. Get some sleep and I'll speak to you in a bit"

"Ok speak to you later" I put the phone down and close my eyes trying to think of anything but the pain I am currently experiencing.

I must have dozed off because I'm woken up by my front door opening then shutting. I sit up in bed just about to get out when the bedroom door opens revealing Ethan holding a bag

"What are you doing here?"

"Well you said your period started and your in pain so I've come to look after you" he plonks himself down on my bed " I've got you some chips, chocolate, some pads and candy"

"Babe you didn't have to do this"

"Yes I did because I love you" he kisses my forehead as I smile "now let me get you a hot water bottle while you pick out something to watch on Netflix" Ethan walks out holding my Minnie Mouse hot water bottle. I put on my favourite comfort show.

Ethan walks back into the bedroom with the hot water bottle and I put it around my stomach. He climbs in bed with me and pulls me to him so his one arm is around my shoulders and the other is holding the water bottle on my stomach. I open up the bar of chocolate, plopping a square in my mouth then feeding a square to Ethan's. This goes on for a few hours, after eating the chocolate we ate the chip then after that we ate the candy. Before long it's evening time

"How's your tummy?"

"Better than it was but still hurts"

"I'll run you a bath" Ethan kisses my lips as he gets out of bed and makes his way to the bathroom. I hear him turn on the taps, I get out of bed and walk over to my closet pulling out some night clothes. I walk in to the bathroom and the bubbles are flowing, Ethan puts on some calming music

"Let me pamper you. I've got your face wash and face masks here so just relax and think of being at a spar" I giggle a little before getting into the bath. Ethan washes my face then puts on a face mask

"Thank you for this"

"Anything for you my angel"

"You truly are the best boyfriend in the world"

"And your the best girlfriend in the galaxy"

"Ok now your just being cheesy"

"But you love it"

"Hmmm maybe I do. Can you stay the night?" I ask with my eyes closed

"Of course I will"

After the bath I get changed and both Ethan and I climb into bed, our legs tangle with each other's and I lay my head on his chest

"I don't think I say this enough but I love you"

"I'm glad you don't say it all the time because then when you do say it it hasn't lost it's meaning. I love you too angel now let's put on a film, anything in particular?"

"Just an easy watch because I'm probably gonna end up falling asleep" I giggle

"Ok how about Matilda. We haven't watched that in a while?"

"Ooo yes Matilda" Ethan presses play "thank you to today" I snuggle into Ethan and soon fall asleep as the pains start to ease.

[darkfantasysworld]

This idea popped into my head randomly. Shorter post.

Female reader x demon, pastor (no lines), & pastor's son

TW/CW; Bl00d, religion, and child/infant sacrifice

You snapped out of a daze and looked down at your pussy, it hurt for some reason, that's when you discovered your cross inside with blood on it. You immediately pulled it out and got out of bed, your sheets and blankets had the red substance on them as well. You felt it trickle down your thigh as you cried, you walked into the bathroom and started the water for a bath, using a washcloth to try and clean some of the blood from your body. You got in the tub and cried harder, the reality of the situation crashing over you like a tidal wave. You were assaulted and with one of your crosses nonetheless, that was the only logical conclusion you could think of. You lived in a small town and were friends with basically everyone so you didn't know who would want to do this. You cleaned up and sat in the bathtub for a few hours, thinking before finally getting out and patting yourself dry. You wrapped a towel around yourself and walked back into your bedroom. You pulled the bloodstained bedding off and carried it to the laundry room then placed it all in the washer and turned it on. You went back to your bedroom, this time with a bowl of warm, soapy water and a brush, both of which you set on the nightstand before getting a bottle of peroxide from your first-aid kit. You walked over and poured some peroxide on the bloodstained mattress, watching it bubble up. You grabbed the brush and wet it before scrubbing the bloodstain and dabbing it with a black towel.

You cleaned everything up, your bed still had a slight stain but you did what you could. You put a baggy hoodie and sweatpants on before leaving the house to get groceries and try to see if anyone was acting different to you. While shopping you saw the town pastor with his son, you had always had a small crush on him and would say hi whenever you saw him but you couldn't shake the feeling that him or his father might have done this to you. You were somewhat out of it as you shopped, your mind kept going back to the bloodied bedding and cross. You walked down each aisle, making sure you got everything you needed and once you were done you went home.

You were putting groceries away when someone knocked on your front door so you opened it. "Hey, how are you? You didn't say 'hi' in the store earlier so I figured I'd check on you." The pastor's son, Noah, spoke, his light brown hair almost looked like honey in the current lighting, his hazel eyes looked into yours with a hint of concern in them. "I'm ok.. I just.." you paused, looking at him before looking at the ground. "I don't think I can talk about it.." you sniffled slightly, your mind flashing back to earlier. "Hey.. I'm here for you.." Noah responded, placing his hand on your cheek. You don't know what happened but you just lost control and fell into his arms, sobbing.

You don't know how or when but when you stopped crying you realized you were on the couch, sitting on Noah's lap while he held you, his fingers tracing small patterns under your shirt and on your skin. You stayed there, enjoying the gentle touch and quiet whispers of "it's ok.." , "I've got you.." , "let it all out.." , and "I'm here.." from Noah. You closed your eyes and relaxed, letting your breathing return to normal as you sniffled. You finally decided to tell him, he's the pastor's son so you trusted him with this information. "A cross..? Inside of you..? Sounds like a possession case my dad worked.." Noah pulled out his phone and you sat there, confused until you heard a ding from his phone. "The demon's name is Voxix, he's a servant of Asmodeus. Voxix likes to… impregnate… virgins by possessing them and… masturbating as he's inside of them…" Noah paused and looked at you. "What?" You asked, confused as to why he paused. "He's almost impossible to exorcize." Noah responded, making you hide your smile. You didn't really believe in that stuff, you found it silly. "I don't think it's a demon's baby, but thanks Noah."

Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, your stomach grew and you weren't acting like yourself. Your skin became almost gray, your eyes turned almost white with little bits of color still showing, your hair was messy and knotted. You became sick, throwing up quite often, you assumed it was morning sickness, that it would eventually go away but it didn't. You got to know Noah more, he was really sweet throughout the whole pregnancy, almost a little too sweet but you didn't mind. You snapped out of another daze, this time you were restrained with Noah and his father, John by your bed. John was in his robes, throwing holy water on you, it felt like it burned and they began speaking in Latin but you blacked out before you could even slightly understand what their motives were. You opened your eyes but this time you saw a large man in pure darkness, he had black horns that made a vague heart shape, the horns had pink stripes, creating a unique pattern, he had a long black tail with a heart on the tip that looked sharp. The man had dark grey skin, pink eyes, and short black hair with an undercut, he also seemed to have tattoos but they were pink and seemed to have a slight glow. "Ah.. mortal.." The male spoke, walking towards you. You couldn't move, yell, or speak for some reason. "Shh.. you'll be ok.." He said, running his hand through your hair as you felt some sort of pain, you thought maybe it was labor pain but surely you'd be awake for that. "Mm.. it's time.." The male said in an almost seductive tone as he disappeared right before your eyes.

You woke up screaming as your body pushed the baby out, you looked around confused and watched as John threw the baby into a fire, all you got to see was your baby's red skin and some sort of black features. You cried out for your baby when suddenly the male from the darkness walked out of the fire. "Ah.. much better.." The male spoke before looking at John and Noah, you suddenly realized you were in the woods with no one else around. "Thank you, John, for bringing me to this realm." The male said, giving a slight bow to the brown haired pastor. Noah stepped towards you and leaned down, giving your clit a gentle kiss. "You did so well.." Noah whispered in your ear before kissing your neck.

[sierracolorstheworldofwords]

The lonely king - chapter three

The room was so dark it was an oubliette. Light squeezed in through a gap in the torn curtains, and you could see the silhouettes of clutter around the room. Stumbling, you managed to open the curtains and cursed your luck. Dust coated the walls, cobwebs hung on the corners of the ceiling, and of course, there wasn’t a ceiling supply in sight.

Of course, the room was two fucking stories. Even worse, the stairs were littered with shit.

Wading your way through the hoard, you managed to get to the bathroom. Light squeezed in through a circular, dust covered window. With a sigh, you pushed through more random brick-a-brack– old dolls, a random sock, and other things you couldn’t begin to name– and turned on the water. Brown sludge oozed into the iron claw tub and you held back a gag, waiting for the water to run clear. As soon as it did, you grabbed your pocket knife and cut your sweater into a crop top, dipping the makeshift rag into the water.

Then, you wiped a layer of dust from the window.

Well, it was a start.

Just as you started of course, the goblins invaded the bathroom like an invasive wasp species. They crowded the tiny room, climbing on top of the walls, swinging on a chandelier– who puts a fucking chandelier in the bathroom?-- and somehow bounced off the damn walls! You grabbed the nearest one by the collar and opened the window, tossing him out.

You went back to wiping the window, and as you did, a tiny goblin climbed into the sink. To be frank, you couldn’t tell if the guy was trying to break dance or possibly having a seizure. Sweat gathered at your brow, and you wiped it. The window was clean. You bent down to wipe the tub. All you had to do was keep going. Start small. Then get bigger. A goblin glanced at the tub, meeting your eyes. He then dumped a bucket of sludge into it.

You turned on the shower and shot him with water, before rinsing the crap away. After that, you filled the bathtub to the brim with hot water.

The next few hours divulged into frantic, sweaty madness, yet somehow, you grew a rhythm within it– every few minutes, you’d corner a goblin, load them with trash, and then toss them out the window. It all merged into a sort of music, the sound of your frantic heartbeat, your desperation and the scattering of your footsteps. You melted into it, burned into it, ignoring the ache in your muscles and the throb of your knuckles. You made do. Old bars of soap cleansed the toilet, the tile, the sink, and as soon as the bathroom was clean, the goblins ignored it.

Now, they were jumping like monkeys on the bed.

Paying them no mind, you pulled out old soap you found in the cabinet and dropped it into the now empty tub, filling it with water once more. As soon as that was done, you jumped into the rhythm again. You were used to chaos– working your job certainly didn’t help. The life you had lived thus far certainly didn’t help. It seemed as if that was all life was– a continuous, swirling, twisting steam of chaos.

“My, my, my, look at you!”

The goblins stilled. You didn’t. Even as he cleared his throat.

Instead, in the long awkward silence of the fae’s arrival, you’d grabbed a goblin by the arm, filled her shirt with trash, and tossed her out the window. She lay on the ground for a moment, dazed as her body popped itself back together, and then ran off. The strange man, if you could call him that, stared as you dusted off your hands and wiped your brow. He strutted towards the window like a proud peacock and looked down at his kingdom in satisfaction. You didn’t join him.

“I'd forgotten how pretty the view is from here,” he murmured, before sighing, “what a pity I won't be able to enjoy it! This room will be far too messy for my liking!” The goblins watched him. He rolled his eyes and turned to his subjects, gesturing, “Well? What are you all standing around for? Do what you're good at and cause a ruckus!”

It was as if the bubble of quiet popped, unleashing the hoard, and he smirked at you. You grabbed the nearest one, tied a pair of old shoes to his waist, and threw him out. You then looked at the others, hands on your hips.

“I want a pair of shoes.” one said.

“Yeah, everyone’s gettin free stuff. I want free stuff.”

“It’s trash,” you replied.

“SOMEONE GOT SOMETHIN GLITTERY!” One yelled, throwing their arms in the air, shaking with excitement, “AND I WANTS SOMETHING GLITTERY!”

“Yeah! So do I!”

“Me too!”

Their teeth sharpened, and their voices hissed, and maniacal laughter came from them. The Goblin King stood, tall and proud behind them, doing nothing. Not playing fair. That’s how it’d been all your life. People around you held all the cards while you held none, but you knew that in order to play this game, you didn’t need cards.

You just needed to be smart.

“I have glittery lip gloss.” you said, plucking the tube from your pocket, before swatching it on your hand, showing it to them, “It’s for your lips. Do you want some?”

They nodded eagerly.

You nodded, “Well, I'm thinking of tossing it out. I don't really need it, you know.”

They gasped, others shook with unhinged excitement. You looked towards the strange man, before looking out the window, watching goblins flock by. Clearly, that's what they were, and it was obvious he was their king. Just like it was obvious they were groupies for him– and here you were, surrounded by all of his abandoned stuff!

You held up the tube, and it caught the sunlight perfectly, casting holographic rainbows around the room, highlighting the glitter inside.

“Don't you want to be just like your king?” You asked, “he clearly likes glitter.”

They nodded.

“But you know what would be even better? If you gave this to him! It's brand new! I haven’t even gotten to use it yet! Can you believe it?”

They started to froth at the mouth now, looming closer. Some growled, others grunted, and your heart squeezed. They came closer, closer.

“Don't you want to give it to him?”

“Yes! Yes!” They called in unison, eyes glimmering like rubies, voices like hisses and animal calls, “yes! Yes! Something glittery for our king!”

“Then you better go fetch it!” You yelled, throwing it out the window.

They gasped, before all of them jumped out the window, diving after it. The others outside caught a glimpse of it, and dove after it. The goblins crowded around the lip gloss, tossing it, grabbing it, and the Goblin King watched, mouth agape, as they did.

He scoffed, “Clever.”

You grinned and dusted off your hands. He sent you another sneer.

“I'd keep cleaning, if i were you, it’d be a pity for your work to go to waste– it'd be even worse if you didn't finish on time,” he sent you a mock frown, summoning a clock, “remember, human, that time is short!”

He glared at the goblins outside.

“Just like my patience!” he muttered, before stomping off, leaving you alone.

You didn’t waste time trying to figure out what he felt, or risking his wrath. Instead, you continued on, picking up old trash, and setting aside sparkly things to throw outside to the goblins.

You also found, of all things, a rusted bucket. With a grin, you went to the bathroom and filled it with soap and water, scrubbing the floor like your life depended on it.

The Goblin King came back of course. He glared at you. Then, he glared at the room, trying his best to not look surprised.

“I ought to throw you into the bog of stench for all the chaos you've caused!”

You said nothing, and instead kept working on tying an old bristle brush to a hockey stick you found. You looked down at your laceless sneakers. This was worth it. Just a chance. Just a chance at having something that was yours, at having that quiet you always longed for, where for once, the world turned off.

“All the trouble!” The Goblin King wailed, “All the strife! I’m at my wits end! Look outside, you cretin! Look at all those goblins! Fighting over– gods, I don’t even know what they’re fighting over now!”

You tied the brush to the hockey stick, nodding in satisfaction. Then, you looked outside, to where the goblins crawled on top of each other. One screamed, before bashing another one upside the head with a chair.

“I think it’s a windchime,” you muttered.

He went towards the window and sighed like a dying man. He glared at you. He sneered. Why, he even glowered, but you were too busy sweeping the floor to notice. With a roll of his eyes, he continued brooding.

Somehow, the first floor got cleaned. The bed was made, the floor was swept, and even better, it shone! Somehow, even the stairs got cleaned, and as you marched up them, you couldn’t help the grin you wore. You had a chance, a chance. A stupid, single chance.

The first thing you did when you got to the other floor was draw back the curtains, revealing glittery trinkets. You grinned, and plucked one from the floor. If you had the time, you would’ve untangled the crystals, but instead, you opened the window.

“Yoohoo!” You called, waving what seemed the trinket in the air.

The goblins froze. They stared at it.

You threw it out the window and watched the stampede unfold again. You held back laughter as you heard a cry of anguish come from downstairs.

“It's just a damned trinket!” The Goblin King cried, “I hated that damn thing!”

You let him yell as you collected a pile of shiny things to throw.

Hours passed, and whenever he tried to distract you, you simply ignored him. When it got too quiet, you threw something shiny out the window, and relished in the way his majesty desperately tried to control it all.

He barely managed to distract you anymore. He was too busy running around, yelling at goblins, yelling out the window, going to the kitchen for a cup of tea, and then proceeding to repeat the process three to five times before standing around and glaring at you.

Soon enough, though, the glowering turned into a smirk, and his eyes shimmered in excitement. You worked faster, throwing out more things, scrubbing the floors, dusting the shelves, organizing, reorganizing, and feeling some semblance of victory as his smirk stilted. You ran down the stairs to scrub the tub, and ran around the room as The Goblin King pulled out a clock, watching you. The clock ticked, louder and louder, and your heart raced more and more. You rushed up and down the steps, putting things away, dusting off things, making last minute adjustments until– you heard it.

A gong that rumbled so loud it reverberated around the castle and bounced in your skull. You sank to the floor, panting as he inspected the room. Stomping around, he opened up the closets and drawers, groaning and moaning. You color coded everything! Separated the seasonal clothes! What did he think? What did it mean? He clamored up the steps and you listened to him rummage through the bookshelves. You alphabetized everything! Even organized it by genre and dates published!

There had to be something you missed.

You laid down on the cool, clean floor, not noticing his majesty coming down the stairs, and even worse, you didn’t pay attention to the scowl on his face. Surely, after all the ruckus you caused, all the chaos, there had to be something you missed! He couldn’t even thwart your attempts because you.. You cheated! He clomped to his childhood vanity, and ran a finger across the aged wood. Clean. Spotless. You even got the knick knacks dusted. He squinted at his old quilt, his old canopy– clean! Clean, somehow, clean!

The room looked like how he remembered it. You even managed to find a button to sew on his old childhood toy. A stuffed owl he used to carry around everywhere. He named it Jareth.

"You did it," he said.

"Of course I did!" You gasped, "And now, you're going to hire me!"

He pursed his lips in response, noting the cobwebs in your hair. You were utterly pathetic, really, like a bug, yet you somehow managed to cheat, and even worse, you dared to glare at him. He tilted his head, tapping his chin. What harm could you do, really? You just got lucky.

"I cleaned it!: you cried, “Everything! Look at the ceiling, at the floor! I got the vanity, the closet–"

"Where is everything?"

"The junk? Goblins. Either that, or it’s been organized!”

He hummed in response, and turned towards his bed again. For a moment, he felt a goblin kissing his head goodnight as he held that silly owl to his chest. For a moment, he couldn’t hear you panting, nor the goblins fighting outside, but just the quiet warmth of a summer evening.

When was the last time he had been in a room within his castle and felt that?

"You're hired." He then casually looked at you, before pulling a golden necklace out of the air, coated in emeralds, along with a pearl necklace and threw it at you, "Here is your payment."

Your eyes widened.

That wasn't a part of the deal, but like a greedy goblin, you reached for the jewelry anyway.

"You start tomorrow."

After mentally going over your work schedule, you nodded. You could make it work. He leaned over you, hands still on his hips.

"You shall be at that circle at dawn's first light. Any earlier, and I will let you go. Any later, and you can forget about a job."

You nodded, "I'll see you tomorrow morning."

You came right on time the next day. He gave you the same time, of course– thirteen hours, this time with cleaning supplies and a small chaotic horde of goblins. Though, they quickly scurried when you threatened to use them as a broom.

Soon enough, time passed, and after a quick inspection of the rooms you cleaned, you were given your reward with an order to come back tomorrow.

As you drove home, you noticed the sun was high in the sky. You gripped the steering wheel and looked at the pile of gold and jewels resting in your seat.

Your jaw set. You made your choice. You had to live with it now.

Pulling to the side of the road, you looked up the nearest pawn shop and drove straight to it.

You came out of it with an entire month's worth of groceries in your pocket.

[nethhiri]

Siren Charms: Chapter 16

Zoro x Siren!Reader

Warnings: Blood, lite sexual situations

Just A Taste

Zoro inspected the finger where he was cut, noticing that you were staring. Your pupils had turned to slits. It didn't scare him like it should have. He was mesmerized by the way the green in your eyes gave way to gold.

You slowly reached out, flicking your eyes to his and back, and took the finger he was holding in the air. He could have taken his hand back if he wanted to. You held it lightly so you wouldn't freak him out. The cut was superficial, deceptively bleeding a lot. Of course his blood made you salivate and it drove you a little wild, but you were not so starved that you couldn't control yourself. You flicked your tongue over the minute split of skin and released his hand.

He brought it to his face and watched as the skin pulled itself back together until it was only a pink-silver line. Zoro wished he could focus on the wonder you performed. Instead he was thinking about the feeling of your tongue against his skin.

"Sorry. I'll stop distracting you." You made a motion like you sealed your mouth shut.

Zoro shook his head and went back to the task at hand. "S'okay." He was done within a few minutes and handed it back to you. "If you go in the water with this, I will kick your ass."

"I'd like to see you try."

"Please. With your form?" He scoffed.

"What do you know about my form? Have you been watching me?" You weren't mad about it. "Where else have you been watching me?!" You stood up.

His entire face went red. "Oh like you're not watching me?"  He stood as well.

"You're watching me because you're a pervert. I'm watching you because I want to eat you." You poked at his chest, tilting your head to the side.

"That doesn't sound better! And I'm not a pervert!" He stepped forward, bumping into your finger with his chest.

You made somewhat of a growl and walked to the other side of the room. If you had stood there any longer, you were going to either bite him or kiss him and you hardly had control over which would occur. You took a few deep breaths to shake the feral feeling away. Something about his bright gray eyes and his unflinching will really got to you, so defiant you wanted to challenge the resolve. You loved someone who would put up a bit of a fight, who wasn't scared of you. They always taste better when you had to work for it. Now, it did bother you that your usual flirtatious mannerisms had no effect on him, but he was only playing hard to get.

Zoro was confused. He wasn't angry. He wasn't frustrated. It was like his spats with Sanji, but it was... fun? He liked how wild you looked when you were riled up. Your eyes turned the color of liquid gold and your teeth came to sharp points. And just now, with how close you got to him, he thought you were going to bite him. He was impressed that you didn't, especially since you had gotten the smallest taste a few minutes prior. At the same time, he was... disappointed? Was it the bite that he was looking forward to or the sweep of your tongue across his neck that came afterwards? Both? Why did he even care? Maybe it was years of suppressed libido bubbling to the surface. He had never really been interested in pursuing those needs with anything other than his hand every now and then. If you got a bite, and he sated his curiosity, and that's all it was, you could both be over it.

"Okay. Bite me then."

You whipped around. "What?"

"Just get it over with. Have your taste or whatever."

"You don't know what you're saying."

"I do. Take it as a thanks for saving Chopper." Zoro took his shirt off. "You need human blood to continue transforming right? What if we need you to do it again?"

You bit your lip. He was offering exactly what you wanted. You could go a few more days without having a craving probably, but who knows what you would find on the next island. "Are you sure? It's not just a bite." Your eyes drifted up and down his torso. He was tasty in more than one way.

"What do you mean?"

"People feel things when I bite them. Pain at first yes, but then it's... nice. Very nice." Your teeth were aching. "I can make you forget afterwards, if you want."

"Do it before I change my mind."

You gave him plenty of chances to take it back. You walked back to him and pushed him until he was seated. "Where?" Your eyes darted around the various points of easy access. You pressed a nail into the side of his neck, then moved it to travel along his collar bone. It trailed to the inside of his elbow where you made a circle, then to his wrist. Or if he didn't want anyone to see the freshly healed mark, you brought your hand to his thigh, resting on your palm so the fingers were turned inward, tapping one finger on the deep inner portion of his leg. 

He hadn't thought about the marks. He could see it now. If Sanji caught sight of one, he would never hear the end of his bitching. Zoro also knew that you made a promise to Luffy, and even though he was fine with it this once, he didn't want to cause you or himself any discomfort from the curious inquiring minds of the crew. Because if Luffy knew, everyone knew. Zoro could just keep his shirt on and it would cover his collarbone fairly well. He briefly thought about the inner thigh, quickly stopping when he felt blood rush somewhere he really didn't want it to. He pointed to the spot you touched above his collarbone.

You put a knee between his and leaned over him. All your senses were honed in on the liquid rushing through the large vein under the surface of the skin. You could feel the thrum of its vibrations through your skin, through the nerves of your fangs. The pointed porcelain tips pressed into his tanned skin. You angled your head and dragged one fang in a line, not too deep.  You placed your lips over the break in the skin. The strong blood pressure made it easy for you. You didn't have to coax the nectar out. You let it flow straight into your mouth, that sweet, iron flavor blooming across your tongue. You barely registered doing it, placing your hand over his mouth, force of habit; there were vibrations against your palm that told you he was enjoying it. 

Zoro shivered when your hot breath touched his skin, mentally admonishing himself for enjoying it too much. He winced with the first puncture of his skin. It felt like the cut of a knife, nothing terrible. Then you put your plush, soft lips over the cut. Now he understood what you meant. His breath caught in his throat as he choked on a moan. What was wrong with him? Maybe he had made a mistake. A warm tingle spread through his body, not overly pleasurable, but relaxing certainly. Then your hand went over his mouth and he could smell salt and sea air and something else that he had no description for yet he couldn't get enough of. Against his will, a few small groans made it past his gritted teeth. Before he could worry about anything else unwanted popping up, you licked a fat stripe over his collarbone, mending the skin.

It was difficult to stop. If you had been in a hungrier state, you might not have. "Don't wanna overdo it. What if you need to fight tomorrow? We don't need the big, strong, handsome swordsman passing out, do we?" You grabbed his chin and squished his cheeks, licking the red from your lips. He looked like he was dazed. "So? How was your first time?" You corrected, "First time that you remember."

"First time?" Zoro had a bit of a mind fog. His body was still under the influence of pheromones, therefore more pliable to your will. Zoro was thinking more about you nearly in his lap than what you were actually asking. "I haven't...?" Why were you even asking about his personal history? Why was he answering?!  Zoro snapped out of it. You were asking about this, right now. "S'fine." He felt his face get hot. He hoped you hadn't picked up what he let slip.  

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I'll admit I don't know much about aidlyn, but maybe (in an au away from, uh.. whatever SBG has going on) you could write about them watching a movie or cooking? I enjoy little domestic scenes like that. maybe they're cuddled up on a couch watching a terrible movie one of them rented, or teaching the other how to cook a favorite dish, etc etc etc.

i ask for you forgiveness its midnight this ended up tacky but erm yes oui oui

Aidelyn fluff :3

The kitchen was warm, and in all honesty cramped. Each time Ashlyn needed to reach the stove, she’d end up brushing past him, arm against arm. It wasn’t that there wasn’t enough space, she still had some room- more so the comfort of human contact. The simple things in life, really. “Have you grated the carrots yet, Aiden?” She asked, stirring the sauce with a wooden spoon, and sifting the spices in. “We need those, the onions and the tomatoes added in soon or the sauce will end up evaporating.” 

Aiden didn’t look up from his chopping board, shifting the pile of carrots to one side and beginning to chop the onion. “If you’re in the spaghetti, how are you supposed to help me cook?” 

His face was never straight, always in a grin that could melt anyone's sharp corners, like fire next to ice; still, it didn’t waver as he retorted with a soft tone. 

“If this pan wasn’t scalding, I'd hit you in the back of the head. You know that, right?” 

“Oh,” He laughed, “I am well aware. I’m so screwed when there’s no longer a fire hazard.” 

She grumbled under her breath, eliciting nothing less than a chuckle from Aiden as he finished with the onion, bringing the chopping board over to the stove. “Special delivery, Ash.” They were so close to each other, she could feel the way his body shifted as he brushed the vegetables into the sauce, the dressing creating a small plop sound as they fell in. Ashlyn could feel his breath, solid and a simple comfort that felt no less than necessary for her wellbeing and life. 

“Should I drain the pasta?” He broke the silence, not out of want, but out of need- Ashlyn could hear the water begin to bubble too much. “Yeah, the sauce just needs to be stirred and we can go watch that shitty movie you rented, what was it? Quid Game?” She grimaced, flicking her wrist to turn the stove off. “That sounds like an absolutely horrible rip off.” 

“It sounds brilliant, you just lack a sense of humour,” Aiden countered, a spike of joy evident in his tone. “I think it's going to be comedy gold.” He finished, bringing bowls with noodles over and reaching for the ladle.

Ashlyn sounded unamused,“If you say so.”

The metal scoop brushed against the bottom of the pot, red broth and mince scooped into the ladle as she poured it onto the noodles, doing the same for his bowl.

He had a habit of taking the chipped ones, and leaving the ones without the porcelain exposed to her; aware of how it made her uncomfortable.

“Come on then,” she turned for the door, Aiden batting a braid with the back of his hand like he always did. “We can put the leftovers into tupperware when you inevitably get bored after ten minutes.”

[heliosthegriffin]

Shadow Knight, and Magic Girls Vi

Chapter 6

Red yawned. "Sure is quiet tonight."

"I know, right?" Yellow answered.

White looked around. "The Grimm aren't very active tonight."

"I'm not sensing anything," Black muttered.

Crimson nodded. "Well, lets call it a night, then. Unless, you four want to go looking for the Shadow Knight?"

Blake grimaced. "I'd like to, but he's been quiet the last couple nights, I wonder what schemes he's up to?"

-----

Jaune grimaced as he was shot with a hose of cold water and soapy bubbles.

It was pass midnight, and they had not gone to get anything to eat, yet.

Instead they had taken him to a car-wash, to clean up Amber's car, and Jaune.

That said, Amber hadn't been lying, she knew how to get blood out of the seats.

He had been nervous about cops for a moment, but Melanie sent a text, and said they didn't need to worry.

Then they sent him through the drier, and a fluffy pink bathrobe was pushed into his hands. "There, we've had enough of your fine ass for now." Militia added.

Jaune slipped it on, then moaned happily, feeling warm and dry and clean.

For some reason Militia blushed, then got behind him and pushed him forward. "Come on, lets go get breakfast."

Jaune nodded. "Sounds good."

The five of them then went into a nearby dinner, unnoticing of the four boys staring in awe at Jaune in nothing but a bathrobe surrounded by hotties.

Cardin dropped his fork. "My life is a lie."

Dove looked at him. "Cardin?"

"All this damn time, I've been playing the wrong game. Alpha this, Chad that." He put his hands in his hands. "Badass, or whatever. I need whatever he's got." Cardin jerked a thumb at Jaune who was looking at the menu.

Then noticing how tired and drained he looked, and how relax and satisfied the girls looked.

Seeing that, they could only salute in honor, then left. Giving him a pat on the back as they left.

Jaune looked confused.

"What was that?" Vernal asked, drinking coffee.

"I don't know, but I think I just made amends with my former bullies." Jaune said uncertainly.

"You get bullied?" Vernal laughed. "Yeah, right. I've heard you earlier, what are they made of steel?"

"No, flesh and bone, but I did say former, this was over a year ago, and I made my stance known on bullying since then." He smirked. "I almost got expelled when I did that."

Vernal leaned back, smirking. "Sweet." She then looked at Jaune's chest. "You ever think about getting inked up? Scars are sexy and all, but so is ink." She pulled down her shirt slightly, showing where her sleeve ended near her chest, Jaune getting a nice view was just a coincident.

Jaune turned away, blushing. "Maybe."

"Just think on it, Tiger."

Jaune felt a shove on his shoulder. "Move over," Militia pushed on him, but struggled to even make him budge, until Jaune obliged, and found himself pinned in the middle of the booth.

Amber and Vernal on one side, Melanie and Militia on the other.

Breakfast in the middle.

Jaune made his choice.

The girls then bonded in fascination as they watch Jaune put away enough food to feed a family of body-builders.

Though, soon as they were all done eating, reality made itself known.

"So, what now?" Vernal asked, holding her mug.

"What do you mean?" Melanie added.

"You came to our house and-" Amber caught herself. "You know, we might have allied for the moment, but it doesn't change what happened."

Militia shrugged. "That's true." She picked at her omelette. "I don't feel like killing anybody right now, though."

"Not when you don't have any men backing you up?" Jaune added, looking at her omelette hungrily, which she quickly surrendered.

Melanie scoffed. "Like that would help, our boys are dead for nothing, we saw your handiwork, what you deal with, we'd have to call in support from some PMC's that owe us if we wanted to put you down."

Amber bowed her head. "I'll go back, live in a compound if that's what you two want, just let them leave."

"Junior's dead." Militia said flatly. "We're going to have to tell Big Bear, he's not going to be happy."

"I know. But, just consider,-"

"Amber, I heard what you said to Junior." Jaune said piercingly. "Why did you want to die?"

The table went silent.

"Jaune, please-"

"You tried to throw your life away, if that's the case, I found it, it's mine now." Jaune said, he poked her chest. "You're don't have the authority to do give it to them, so tell me, so I can help you."

Amber bowed under his gaze. "I can't stand it. Couldn't stand it anymore. I'm saving people who make other people's lives a living hell. How am I supposed to live with myself?"

Vernal shrunk in on herself, Jaune noted that but said nothing.

"I've spent my whole life wanting to help people, and now, due to my own choices, I'm obliged to make other's lives hell by proxy, I couldn't live with myself Jaune. I've always heard, rumors, I guess, that thinks attack people out there." She paused, she shook a little.

"I thought, if I went out, maybe I could do some good, If I got killed by one of those things, maybe, it'd keep someone else alive."

Smack.

Jaune stared at Vernal, she had slapped Amber right across the face. "What the hell, are you thinking?! What right do you have to give up your life? Jaune's right, you should be his, because you can't seem to think at all!"

Jaune blushed.

Phrasing.

"Just because, they're bad guys, doesn't make you a bad girl, sure, they do bad things, but does that stop normal doctors from saving criminals, either? No! You're just doing your job, and if you feel so bad, go volunteers some fucking hours, you damn idiot!" She pulled her into. "What do you think I'd do without you?" Jaune heard her whisper.

He heard Amber start to sob, without thinking, Jaune started rubbing circles in her back.

"Ok, that's nice, but there are pretty good guys who work with us, that you saved." Melanie said sharply. "What? Do you think everyone who works outside the law is just a puppy-eating monster? No, they're just people like you, me, or him. It just so happens, this might be best way to pay they're bills, or the only job they can get."

Amber looked at her. "I know that, but it doesn't make me feel any better!"

"Then shut up," Militia said coldly.

Vernal looked ready to start a brawl, but Jaune put a hand her shoulder.

"Blondies right, you don't have a right to your own life anymore, but it's not his, or yours, or hers. It's ours, it ceased to be your own when you signed on with us to get out of Mistral," She shifted her finger to Vernal. "And, her away from the Branwens, we risked our lives, and connections in Mistral to get you two here." Militia sighed taking a breath. "The least you could do is honor that."

Melanie took over. "Look, I'll admit it, Junior jumped the gun, he shouldn't have done what he did, and we should have tried to curb his anger, but it's too late for that." She took a drink of water, side-eyeing Jaune.

"We'll just have to live with ourselves then." Jaune said tiredly. "Look, I'm not sorry, not at all, I like living, but more than that, I like other people living happily." He drank his glass of water to the bottom. "So, how are we going to solve this? I'm not dying, and I'm not handing them over, this the starting lines on negotiating."

Melanie gave him a brave look. "You and what authority?"

Jaune sighed, then casually pushed her. Melanie and her sister went falling out of the booth.

From on the floor, she looked up at him. "Ok, point taken."

"You were sitting next to me," Jaune pointed out. "I could have done any number of things, but that was it."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever mister muscles." Militia said getting back in the booth.

Melanie sitting back down next to pink-robed boy, nodded. "Alright, but think about this from another point of view. They're homeless, you're a teenager, they have no job without us, or finances, and I doubt you have the means to support them."

Jaune nodded. "Yeah, that's true, but we could figure out something?"

"Look, we're the reason they even got into the Kingdom, without us, they'd have Kingdom Immigration forces breathing down they're necks. Even if you protect them from us, could you protect them from the taxman?"

"What if I marry them?" Jaune said idly, making them freeze up.

"First off, bigamy isn't legal in Vale anymore, second off, you're not of age, they're go to jail."

"Only if my parents don't consent, and they always want more grandchildren."

"That's true, but we're just talking about green-card marriage, getting them knocked up is a huge decision. Can you really afford to be a father, and do your heroing, Mr. Knight?" Melanie added more weight to her argument by the minute.

Jaune shrank.

"If you die, what then? They no longer have your protection, and the children grow up without a father. Your family has to take up the burden, and we are free to target-"

Jaune's hand ghost over her neck, barely stopping himself from snapping her neck. "You touch my family, fuck right or wrong, I will go to war with you. If I have literally tear myself apart to do so, I will, and I swear on my families name, I will leave you, your sister, your mother, father, and the rest of your gang nothing to be remember as but another bloody page in history, am I clear?"

Melanie stared into his eyes, and knew, in her soul, that he was telling her the truth.

"Yes." Jaune retracted his hand, but did not relax.

"Amber," He said calmly. "We're going to renegotiate the contract."

"What?"

The twins stared at him. "What?"

"Bring me to Big Bear, we're going to talk."

"Are you insane?" Militia asked.

"Probably, but, if he's going to find out his son's dead, it may as well come from the killers lips." He turned to look at the car. "And, if nothing else, I imagine he can wait to kill me a bit, if I give him some information."

Melanie leaned forward. "What could you have to offer him?"

Jaune smirked. "Well, you can't tell me, that you're not curious about those monsters, so, what makes you think you're boss wouldn't be either."

------

"Red." Black said ominously. "Where's my books?"

"Ju-just give me a little more time, please?" Red squeaked, hovering back from the eerie presence Black was giving off.

"Oh ho ho, you want more time? What will give me for it?" Black held her hand to her mouth.

Red stiffened. "Are you blackmailing me?"

Black looked at her like she was a idiot.

"Ok, more than you already are!" Red huffed. "At this rate just go ahead and tell them! It can't be any worse, than -, What- what is that in your hand?" Red held a shaking hand at to what Black held.

In her hand, a scroll, it was playing a video of Red. It was a compilation labeled, Magic Red Fails.

It was over two-hours long.

Part 1 of 10.

Red's eyes began to water. "Please, don't." She asked sadly.

"Red." Black said softly. "I'm not Yellow, or Ms. Purple, that won't work on."

"Dag-na-bit!" Red sort of swore.

"Wow, why don't really let me know how you feel?"

"I'm sorry, I just don't like being backed into a corner, alright?!" Red then sighed. "What are your demands, oh great and awesomey, Magic Girl Black?"

Black reached behind her, bringing out a list. Red read it, then kept reading it, then paled as the scroll started to unfurl further and further down till it hung in the air ten feet down from where it started.

It was only after hovering down half-way down the list, that Red realized she couldn't actually read anything on it, as it was just shifting illusionary words meant to take up empty space.

"Did-did you use your magic just for a joke?" Red said confused.

Black didn't blush, but hurriedly rolled up the paper. "I'll just forward it to you later. Don't disappoint me." Then flew away as fast as possible.

Red hung there in the air. "She can make jokes?" Stupefied. "I can tell no one. They will never believe me."

------

It was a generic office building, well-kept, but uninteresting, where the Xiong Family met. If one where to peer from the outside, they could never guess what was going on in the inside.

Jaune sat on the floor before a mountain of man, taller and broader than he was, with flowing grey and black mane of hair, and well-groomed beard.

His eyes were somewhat beady, but they're intense and focused.

Big Bear, Hei Xiong Sr. was dressed similar to Jaune in just a robe, but his was far more formal and expensive.

He was attended to by a dozen, pretty and young women, all barely dressed at all in short, thin silk dresses, and they all looked more than happy to be here with Big Bear.

With a gesture from the man's massive paw, one of them came over and poured them both a cup of some strong smelling fruity alcohol.

"Drink." The man said simply.

"No." Jaune responded.

"It's not poisoned."

"I don't drink. I'm not legal."

"Bufafafa!" The man bellowed, slapping the ground. The ground shook like a dump-truck hit the building. "You're a silly child. What are you? 18? 20?"

"17."

"When I was your age, I'd drink my own weight every night." Big Bear said reminiscing. "Though, I can't say I'm as wild as you are."

Jaune nodded. "I can't say many are." He looked at the drink. "I mean no offense, but I like to be clear as minded as possible, at all times."

Big Bear took his cup and drained in two gulps, his cup was the size of a mixing bowl. "That's not a slight is it?"

"Not at all, but considering I spend most nights on the streets fighting ... things, I try to not be drunk."

Big Bear chuckled. "Usually, it's the other way around, getting drunk most nights and then trying not to get into street fights, but it happens."

There was a pause, with only water trickling from a fountain in the back and the girls moving to fill the void.

"You killed my son," Big Bear said simply.

"I did."

"He was my only son."

"So he was."

"Drink." Big Bear said simply, pushing the cup to Jaune. "To his memory, oh, killer of my blood."

Jaune stared at cup, it was the same size as Big Bears.

Holding it, he held it out. "Cheers, to his memory."

Big Bear had his cup refilled, then met his cup. "To his life."

Jaune drank deeply from his cup, drinking till there was no more to drink. It burned going down, with a heavy musky taste, but it was also sweet and fruity.

"Not bad for a first timer." Big Bear said amused. "More?"

Jaune shrugged. "Why not?"

"Good." Big Bear said. "If you are to die tonight, die with warmth in your veins."

Jaune nodded. "If I am." He took another long drink after his cup refilled, he was starting to feel loose and warmer. He smiled, his eyes watery from the scent of the drink. "So, shall we get down to business."

Big Bear straighten himself out. "Yes." He said seriously. "You want to renegotiate for Ms. Autumn, and her friend? And, your own life, I suppose?"

"Preferably," Jaune said loosely, then smirked. "Or, if you wish, we could negotiate for yours?"

Big Bear blinked at him. "Daring aren't you?"

"Seven women, all with suppressors," He gestured to the scantily clad women, pointing out the hidden weapons on them. "All of them, aimed at me from the moment I enter this room, at least one might hit me, but not before, I can break your neck." Jaune laughed, the drink was getting to him. "Even if they do hit me, I'll make sure to take every one of you bastards with me." Jaune smiled, it was predatory.

Big Bear blinked again. He drank when he met with those that talk with him, to weaken the barriers between them, to lower inhibitions and make them expose they're truth.

He smiled, so this boy's truth was so bloodthirsty?

"Oh, you think you can take me?"

"Oh, definitely. You're bigger and stronger than me, maybe," Jaune sloshed his cup. "But, also bigger, slower, older, and ... and, well, I just have to break you neck once, right?" Jaune leaned back. "I mean even if I don't, you're what sixty? Seventy?"

"59," Big Bear added.

"Whoops, anyway, you're getting older, I don't have to kill you, if I hit you hard enough, you're not going to recover again. You're body is slowing down, and so is your healing. I break your leg, arm, ribs, it won't ever be back to 100%. Then what?"

Big Bear nodded. "Correct, but your point?"

"Might makes Right? I guess?" Jaune stretched. "Lets not play pretend, saying you got this far by being just a good business man and leader, though, I bet that helped, but you're such a big-mother fucker, that you could just throw most men out the door, if you get crippled, and you have no heir, then what?"

"I imagine, I'll be dethroned."

"Exactly, imagine if I kill you, then what? You're whole organization falls apart, decades of work gone in months, because every black-suited jackass here will be scurrying for the scraps you leave behind. No heir, no leader, then all your sub-bosses will think, 'My turn.' Wouldn't they? You don't get to the top by being a nice-guy, right?"

"You sure are threatening my life a lot, for a man here for peace talks." Big Bear said amused.

Jaune shrugged. "You're the one that made me lower my inhibitions, I know what drink does, doesn't make you do anything you wouldn't already do, it just makes you not think twice about it."

Big Bear smiled widely. "I love honesty, what I love about booze, always brings out the realness in people. Can't hide anything, much less anything to yourself." He then sighed. "I like you, boy. Shame though."

"Yeah, can't imagine you're just going to let me get away with everything." Jaune straighten up. "My deepest apologies for you loss." He kneeled till his head touched the floor. "I'd offer my life, but that will not make up for your pain."

Big Bear grunted.

"But, I can not offer you revenge, not yet, I have to give my demands."

"Which are?"

Jaune rose looking him in the eyes. "Move Ms. Autumn to an actually hospital, offer your continued protection to Vernal, do not hold any grudges towards the Malachite Sisters, harm my family, and finally," Jaune took a breath. "Please, do not let my work got unfinished."

Big Bear stared at him curiously.

Jaune stared him pupil to pupil. "The death of the monsters that hunt the night."

------

"So, how's the crush, White?" Yellow asked as they flew over the park.

"How's the black-eye?" White responded.

"What black-eye, - ah!" Yellow then crashed into a ice-berg hovering in mid-air, crashing through it.

White watched as Yellow then slammed through several trees in her fall. "Hmm, they saw vengeance is empty, but I don't know, this feels pretty cathartic." A fire ignited on the ground catching on the broken trees like tinder, as from the ground, as a luminously angry Yellow soared up at White, who gulped and flew away as fast as she could.

"Not as planned, not as planned!" She muttered, as she heard Yellow roared behind her.

------

Big Bear was silent.

"You aren't blind, or deaf." Jaune accused. "You can't possibly think I was solely responsible for all the deaths of your men, do you?" He points to his teeth. "Do you think I am the one who ripped them apart with my great fangs?" He curls his fingers. "Or, do you think I used my sharp, long claws to cut them apart?"

"I know of them." Big Bear said after a silence. "These are what you go out at night to combat, Shadow Knight?"

"For as long as I have been able, for as long as they've existed."

"Hmm, I did not realize you have lived step for step with all of mankind's history. That contradicts your statement of being only 17, who's the real, old man here?"

Jaune's eyes widened. "They go back that far? I thought that they only showed up last year..." He searched Big Bear's face for any lies. "You're telling the truth."

"Yes. How arrogant you are."

"That means-"

"Tales go back as far as the dawn of man, telling story of monsters in the dark, of to beware the night. Tell me, do think they are all fable?"

"No, not now." Jaune stared at him intensely. "Then what do you know?"

Big Bear breathed heavily, his breath still smelling of they're drink. "Not enough."

Jaune smiled bitterly. "Isn't that the truth."

"But, I do know what my own father had told me, what his father told him, my family is old boy, dating back to the founding of Haven herself." His eye suddenly looked much older. "To not go wandering into that dark night, less you find yourself consumed by it."

Jaune listened.

"When I was a boy, around your age, I had everything I could desire. Money. Women. Power. Influence. Friends to drink with. I was the master of my fate, and was set to inherit this seat before you, which I did, but that's a story for another day." He breathed out, he started to tremble. "I thought, I believed truly, that I was unstoppable." He brought his head up, staring at Jaune with haunted eyes. "I met something that was truly unstoppable."

----

White met Black mid-air, stared at each other, seeing panic in one's face and embarrassment in the other.

"We never saw each other." White said quickly, looking behind her for any sign of Yellow.

Black nodded. "Agreed." She saw what looked like a small yellow bonfire approaching from behind White. "Good Luck."

"Thanks, I'll need it!" Then they separated. "Wait! Where's Red? She might be my only hope to calm down her sis-, I mean Yellow."

Black then disappeared, saying nothing.

"Well, that's a lot of help, you are!"

-----

"I had decided one night, to return to my motherland one summer." Big Bear said. "To go back to Mistral, to see the place of my grandfather's birth." He paused, thinking, smiling. "I had been young and full of myself, it was as you said 'a big-mother fucker,' " He smiles pridefully. "I could knock out any man I saw, and have any women I put my gaze on. It did not matter that I was a stranger in a old, old land. I was King. I could not be toppled."

He took a deep drink, his cup empty, he dropped it. A girl came over with a bottle, but he wavered her away. "No, not a drop more for me," He looked at Jaune. "You?"

"Do you want to see me drunk?"

"Bufafafa!" He laughed. "No, I don't think I do, you're bad enough tipsy."

He paused. "Funny, how the Gods write our fate, I only had the one child, and no woman has ever approached me with a bastard." He looked sadly. "I would never turn away a woman, either. Yet..."

Jaune scanned the women around him. Not a single belly-bump on any of them. But, it was obvious to him they're relationship, Jaune could practically smell him on them.

"Excuse this old man his rambling," Big Bear bowed slightly, there was a genuine sorrow in his eyes. "Back to my tale. I was young once, and proud too, I thought I was a master of all I saw. Despite my arrogance, though, I made many good friends in my time in the Old Land. We fought together, drank together, laughed together, I thought I had found by comrades that I could take back with me to Vale. One that would be with for the rest of my life as I tore a bloody swathe through our fair city, till I reigned as her master."

He looked out into the cities night. "It was not to be."

"This was some thirty years ago, the last free years of my life," Big Bear turned to a woman. "Bring me some water, please." She obliged. "I wanted to leave my mark on Mistral before I left, to take my place as you see here."

Jaune looked at him. "You met them didn't you?"

"A big one. I had heard rumors, of something in the deep country of Mistral, where they still practice the old ways, away from our living, they're very spiritual people, powerful too." He looked Jaune over. "But, not like us, brutes. They're power is more subtle and focused."

Jaune looked at him curiously. "How so?"

"They're a slippery people, impossible to touch or sneak up on, and strong enough to slip a boulder in two." He looked at his hands. "If you haven't seen it, you wouldn't believe it."

Jaune thought back to firing point blank into that girl, and not even phasing her. "No, go on, I believe you.'

Big Bear looked at him, then blink. "You've fought one, haven't you?"

Jaune nodded. "If I can help it, I'd like to never do so again."

Big Bear thought for a second. "In this city. Recently," The great man sounded shaken. "It's related to all the property damage isn't?" The man put two and two together. "They're fight those monsters aren't they?"

"You've seen the streak of light at night, haven't you? They weren't meteor, or swamp gas. They're powerful, but they're uncontrollable, unskilled. They're still plenty of monsters that they miss, possibly because of how unskilled they are."

Big Bear breathed slowly. "Bufafa," He chuckled slowly. "You just keep destroying my world, don't you?"

"Not destroying, just making room."

"I had heard stories about people like that too, back in Haven, in the Old Land. Stories of girls of great power?" He looked at Jaune's face. "I see. Back to my tale." He took a drink of water, then smiled. "I got my ass handed to me on a platter by one of those people, it was awe-inspiring. I was so confident, and that lost spurred a fire in me that I never knew existed."

"I know the one." Jaune agreed.

"It made me stupid." Big Bear continued. "I had lost to a person that was half my size, and old. It was embarrassing beyond belief, all my comrades rushed him, they got the same fate. We were fools, he had come to warn us. He knew what we were out here for.

"He knew of the beast out there, generations of his family knew of it, and none had bested it, only survived. The Nuckaleeve."

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Red was still hovering in the air, when White flew and hid behind her. "Red! Red! Save me!"

"From what?"

"That!" She pointed at fire-storm approaching them.

"Oh." She patted White's shoulder. "Nice run, kid."

"This is not the time for jokes!"

"Ok, ok!" Red said, then flew at Yellow. "Yellow! Stop, bad Yellow! Bad!" She said with a finger pointing at her accusingly.

"What?! White started it!"

"Did she?"

"I mean ... kinda?"

Red looks at the burning park in the distance. "Sure, she did."

"Argh, fine. Maybe, I over-reacted, just a little bit?"

"Yellow."

"Fine! I'm sorry, White for messing with you."

"Thank you." White said haughtily.

"White." Red said.

"And, I'm sorry for giving in to your provacation."

"Good." Red said, she jerked a thumb at the ground. "Because, we got company!"

Hundreds of Grimm were charging towards them, following Yellow's path.

Yellow punched her hands together. "Good, I could use some stress relief!" She threw a glance at White. "Be glad it's not you."

White smirked. "Want to make a bet? I believe I can slay more Grimm than you can."

"Oh, it's on, my sister from another mister!"

"I'm in too!"

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"We chased after it anyway," Big Bear continued. "I called in every favor I could, I had something to prove. I wanted this thing dead, if I couldn't beat that old man, I was going to one up him, prove myself superior, then return home a champion."

Jaune looked at him sadly. "I see."

"I had made many friends during my stay in Haven, many with connections to powerful forces. Millions of Lien spent in one night. Tanks, APC's, Experimental Weapons powered by Dust, Guns, Rockets, Jets, hundreds of men. All led by one brass balled idiot."

Big Bear gestured to himself. "I have never had one moment in time I wanted to turn back more than that night." He moved his hand as if winding back a clock. "We were slaughtered, it wasn't a fight, not even close to one." He shook. "I don't even know I how I survived. I just woke up the next morning, my leg broken, and the remaining men pulling me out. They said nothing to me, but I knew they blamed me, they wanted to kill me. But, for whatever reason, they choose not to. They're are nights I wish they had."

"Your comrades?"

"Dead. Not even enough to bury. Miles of beautiful old country gone, but It wasn't scratched. It rampaged for days, and when we went to where that Old Man lived ... The village was flattened, and he was a not much more than twisted bone and skin. Horrible way to go, the Thing seemed like it had a personal hatred for him, we just pissed it off enough to make it act on it."

"Did ... Anyone?"

"Yes." Big Bear answered bluntly. "A little boy. The Grandson of the Man. I took him in, you know, took him back with me, along with two little infant girls, the daughters of the former heir of ... Well, that's not for you know." He stared at Jaune harshly. "I imagine you can guess."

"I can."

His eyes softened. "I fucked up. Not just on that, but on being a father." He said hatefully, but not to Jaune. "I spoiled him, gave him everything he could have ever wanted, thinking that would make up for taking away his family." He slammed his fist on the floor. "It made him a conceited little shit, who thought the world owed him everything."

Jaune breathed out. "Shit."

"Yes."

Silence reigned.

"What now?" Jaune asked.

"I don't know." He looked at Jaune, eyes uncertain. "I truly don't know. I can't let you go, but I don't blame you either. But, you are a good man, better than me." Big Bear reached into his robe, pulling out a pair of twin axes. "Blood demands blood."

Jaune stood up. "Blood demands blood, however, my demands?"

"Granted." Big Bear said softly. "On my words, for all the meaning it may have to you."

"Everything." He looked away. "Could... You tell my parents I love them?"

"I could."

"In my room, if you search, you'll find everything I have on the Monsters, all my records. How I fought them, how I won, what I know."

"Bow, child."

Jaune knelt.

"Hand out."

Jaune put his hand out.

One of the axes fell into his hand.

Blood dripped down from Big Bear's other hand.

"Cut your hand, boy."

Jaune looked up in confusion.

"As I say."

Jaune made a line across his hand.

"Hold it out."

Jaune did so.

Big Bear, Hei Xiong Sr. Grabbed Jaune's hand, they're blood mingling.

"From this day on, you are a member of the Xiong Clan. Welcome, my heir to the family."

Jaune froze, looking dumb-struck. "You don't want me dead?"

"A little bit, but as you say, I'm old, I have no heir, my men are power-hungry idiots. But you? You're young strong, brave, and most of all, smart. You're what the family needs." He looked down at him. "What is your name, boy? Mr. Shadow Knight, sound a bit too title like."

"Jaune, Jaune Arc."

"Arc?" He paused. "Interesting. Regardless. From this day on, to replace the blood you have spelt, you will take it's place. Rise, Jaune Arc Xiong, my son. For where I have failed, you shall succeed."

Jaune rose up awkwardly. "I still have parents,"

Big Bear shrugged. "Then just call me Uncle Xiong, nephew."

"I'm not a criminal."

Uncle Xiong looked at him like a fool. "No one said you had to be... Well, you already kinda of are. But, that doesn't mean I need you to be a criminal, I have plenty. No, I want you to be my sword in the dark. Against the monsters out there."

Jaune nodded. "That I can be."

Uncle Xiong smiled. "Good." Then he looked down. "Have you not been wearing pants this whole time?"

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Unit 9

I remember how, when I was still in high school, I just wanted to come home and unwind, seeing whatever was on the TV after a really exhausting day. My ritual of half-watching the news as I scrolled through my phone was suddenly disrupted by a segment that had all the hallmarks of joining the long list of forgotten stories in marine science. Then, I heard, "The green sludge that could power our future," and I paused. I looked up, curious. What followed altered the world for me and put me on my path to where I am today, studying Environmental Management.

These words by the news anchor were animated with that very rare tone of genuine excitement. The camera cut to a sprawling, bright-green pond, bubbling under the sun. What I think most amazed me then was the realization that what I was looking at wasn't just any body of water, but an algae farm. It wasn't just about the algae clinging to rocks and ruining beach days; it was about a world of potential I'd never considered. The segment dove into the basics: how algae grow at incredible speeds, don't require fresh water or fertile soil, and can store up to 50% of their body weight in oil that can be turned into biofuel. My jaw dropped.

A lightbulb just went off in my head. Here was this slimy, green organism-so unassuming, so oft-rejected by the public which was quietly capable of making fossil fuels obsolete. The notion seemed the stuff of a science fiction movie, but there it was, on a 6 pm news slot.

The more I listened, the more it resonated with me. What if the algae could capture not only carbon dioxide from the air but also grow in aggressive media, such as seawater or even wastewater? I remembered the scientist being interviewed and saying, "Algae don't compete with traditional crops for arable land. They're nature's ultimate recyclers, turning sunlight and CO2 into liquid energy." I sat up a little straighter; my heart was pounding. That line stuck with me, humming in the back of my mind long after the segment had moved on. This was bigger than a fun fact to whip out during science class.

At the time, I was struggling with what to do after high school. I'd always cared about the environment, but I'd never quite known how to turn that concern into action. That segment was like a jigsaw piece clicking into place: I could work in a field where nature wasn't just something to be protected; it was a partner in creating solutions for some of the world's biggest challenges. That algae, oftentimes an overlooked part of our ecosystem, actually could serve in a way as groundbreaking as sustainable energy was what truly inspired me. It sealed my decision to study Environmental Management, hoping someday I would be part of the team to make innovations like algae-based biofuel mainstream.

Let me take you back to what made algae so cool. During that segment, the narrator just listed out a string of facts that got me wide-eyed. Did you know that algae can double their biomass in as little as 24 hours? Or that they can thrive in briny seawater where other crops wither and die? This is not all about speed and adaptability, though. The most astonishing fact was that algae could produce oils rich enough to be directly converted into biodiesel. Unlike corn or soybeans used for traditional biofuels, algae don't hog valuable agricultural land or guzzle fresh water. It is a zero-compromise way of producing energy, the sort of thing which I'd always assumed would exist only in the distant future.

I was practically giddy over how the algae could power vehicles, homes, and whole communities while sopping up CO2. The algae weren't cool; they're game-changers. More than an ivory tower curiosity, the possibility of clean renewable energy that wouldn't compete with the world for food or water is something the world most desperately needs.

Fast forward to today, I am a third-year Environmental Management student, and the spark that ignited after that news segment burns bright. Every time I read about advances in algae biofuel research, I know exactly why I chose this path. I want to be a part of a world where innovations like these aren't just talked about on evening news shows but are implemented into how we live and interact with our environment.

The algae taught me that even the most minute and insignificant parts of our world can make all the difference. They are the underdog of nature, and they just go to prove that true power isn't flashy or grand; it's usually hidden in spaces so small, just waiting to be noticed.

But if you take away anything from my story, let it be this: pay attention to the "green sludge" moments. Maybe they just might be the start of something that would change your life and maybe even change the world