#so um. i fear he may be having a moment of some kind.

[notfye]

my avoidant style may be backfiring in spectacular fashion

[pineconepie]

What would happen with a dragon or dragonshifter platonic yandere parent?

TW: Kidnapping, parental yandere, infantilization, mentions of/implied death, mentions of parental neglect

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Exploring has always been a fun hobby to you, especially the forests by your home. The deep greenery is so comforting compared to the dreary gray cities.

That is why you had left for your favorite spot in the woods; the clearing with flowers and tall oaks and an even taller cave cliff that always shaded the area. It was quiet except for the sound of the stream nearby.

But this time, you're willing to explore past that.

Not by much, but when word got around town about some odd creature lurking nearby, curiosity got the better of you, standing at almost ten feet tall with large golden wings and a tail.

You're convinced its just rumors to keep children from wandering out, especially when you take your first few steps into unfamiliar territory. Its peaceful, birds chirping as they fly through the sky above, branches breaking under your boots.

You find yourself beginning to get bored, however, wondering if you're wasting time and effort for nothing.

Of course there isn't some winged monster out here! You sigh, stopping in place to sit down and rest. You wonder if its worth it to keep going, or maybe just head home since you haven't come across anything.

You can feel the fatigue creep up on you, weighing down on you. Maybe its best to get home before sundown.

"You're on my territory, human."

A gruff voice shocks you out of your thoughts. You whip your head around, and see a pair of legs. You look up to see...

That's no person! Not completely.

Your eyes widen at what stands before you. The stories were true; you have found the creature, and it surely is almost ten feet tall.

The... dragon looks down at you with shiny yellow eyes, covered in scales that glitter like gold in the sunlight. His tail sways back and forth, wings tucked behind his back.

You panic. "Please don't kill me! I'm sorry, I thought..." You figure saying "I thought you weren't even real" won't do much to save you.

His eyes narrow, and for a moment you think this is it, until he kneels down and grabs your chin with clawed hands gently, tilting your head upwards to meet his gaze.

"I've seen you, human. You always come out to the forest alone," he states calmly. You gulp, knowing where this might be going. He only notices your fearful expression then. "I don't eat children. Not even human children."

"I'm not..." You trail off.

If the only thing saving you is him thinking you're a child, might as well not say anything. But you couldn't deny his interest is somewhat intriguing.

"I'll leave and never come back, I swear. I really meant no trouble, so, um..."

He lets go of your face, but when you try to rush past him, he holds up a wing to block you. "The forest gets more dangerous at night, for someone your size. Especially for humans. I bet if I patted you on the head, you'd just flatten. What kind of human parent lets their young wander this far? And they claim I'm the monster." He gives a quiet, bitter laugh. "Do human parents these days care that little for their hatchlings?"

"What?" you exclaim in bewilderment. You don't know how to respond, but he's not letting you pass anytime soon. "Human parents aren't like that." Not all the time, at least.

"Oh, really? Then tell me where they are if they care about you so much." His tone becomes annoyed as he goes on. "If my child were out here alone, I'd never forgive myself for being so careless."

You sigh. "Look, I'm not... a child. I'm an adult, okay? Please, if you could let me get by—"

"Oh, please. How old are you?"

For a moment, you hesitate before telling him your age.

He looks unimpressed. "I am almost an entire millennia old. You are a child. In fact, I'd argue you're a baby."

"Humans age differently!" you say in your own defense. "We don't live for nearly as long as you do, so while I may be young compared to you, I'm all grown up."

He snorts. "Okay, dear, I believe you. You're very grown-up." His tone is laced with sarcasm, but its less gruff now and replaced with something almost endearing, yet patronizing. He's teasing you, obviously, but then his tail coils around you, forcing you to step closer to him. You don't even attempt to move, because there's no winning against this creature. "What is your name?"

You bite your tongue. "(Y/n)." He hums, so you awkwardly ask, "...yours?"

"Magnus," he responds in that deep voice. He seems more relaxed than before. "But you will call me 'Father'. Or 'Dad', as I heard some humans prefer."

Your eyes widen, taking a few steps away from him as far as his coiled tail would allow. "Wait, what?"

He shakes his head. "Well, obviously I can't trust human parents. Who knows how they treated you? Allowing you to come out here alone! Did they starve you too?" Before you could reply, he grabs onto you, holding you in a gentle grip. You squirm in his hold, protesting. "So I'll take care of you. Like my own hatchling. Don't worry, Father will protect you from now on, (Y/n)."

"Stop!" you shout. "Let me go home! I have to... water my plants! And I have friends! I have lots of important responsibilities! I can't just abandon everything!"

"Too many responsibilities for a child," Magnus tuts.

With no warning, he jumps into the sky, his large wings flapping. You squeeze your eyes shut.

There's nothing to grip onto as his scales are slippery and smooth, but his grip on you is tight enough that you feel secure that he won't drop you.

When you open them back up, he's in a huge cave on the cliff you've seen so many times, with lots of shiny coins scattered everywhere along with golden jewelry and treasure chests filled to the brim. There's skulls decorating the place as well, which has your stomach twisting uncomfortably.

In the middle of it all is a nest; a huge nest. It seems to be made of broken branches and torn cloth.

"Welcome home, my little one," Magnus says. You freeze when he brings you to the nest, laying you down in it. The cloth and sticks poke at you, but its comfortable nonetheless. You stare up at him, glaring, but he only seems amused. "Father is going to hunt now, he'll be back with yummy food for you, alright?"

You shake your head. "Magnus..."

"That's Father," he corrects sternly, leaving no room for disagreement. "Be good. Don't you dare even try leaving. I've memorized your scent by now and I can find you wherever you run off to. I'm sure you already understand that I'm much faster than you, too."

He kisses your forehead and takes off once again.

[covenofagatha]

A dance with death (and her wife) (Part 1)

@lanfear-is-my-darkmistress

You are a profiler for the FBI when you get called to help catch a serial killer in Westview. (Killing Eve/Hannibal AU)

Word count: 4200

Warnings: descriptions of violence, fear

The phone rings at 7:30 in the morning on your day off and you want to throw it against the wall. 

You had been sleeping – having a very good dream, actually – when the harsh ringtone roughly jolts you out of your slumber. 

“Hello?” you answer groggily, rubbing your face with your hand. If it’s a spam call, you think you might lose your mind. 

“Is this Agent Y/L/N?” A gruff voice asks and you shoot up out of bed into the sitting position. 

You clear your throat and try to sound professional. “Um, yes, this is she. Who am I speaking with?”

“This is Director Hayward,” the man says, and your eyes widen. The head of the FBI is calling you. “Have you heard of the town of Westview?” 

Your forehead wrinkles while you rack your brain for anything that sounds familiar. “No, sir, I don’t think so.” 

There’s muffled sounds from the other side of the phone and then you can hear Director Hayward clearly. “It’s a small town in New Jersey. Nothing special, nothing too out of the ordinary.” He pauses like you’re supposed to recognize it, but after a moment of silence he sighs and continues. “About seven months ago, we believe a pair of serial killers moved into town. Bodies started piling up, seemingly no rhyme or reason to who was killed, only that the victims were all female.” 

“Okay,” you say slowly, trying to wrap your head around all this. If it’s been going on for this long, why haven’t you heard about it? “Are we sure they’re connected if there’s no pattern of victim? Usually men have a type when they do this kind of thing; the women usually look like an ex-lover who broke their heart, or their mom.” 

You can practically hear him roll his eyes through the phone. “They were all killed the same way: poison to sedate them and then their hearts were carved out. And there was a purple azalea left in every single one of the victims’ chest cavities. So we’re pretty sure they’re connected.” Sarcasm drips copiously from his tone and you wince. Way to make a good first impression on the director of the FBI. “And it’s not a man. It’s a woman.” 

This makes you perk up with interest. “Oh?” As a profiler for a branch of the FBI in Miami, you’ve handled your fair share of serial killers. It may make you sound insensitive, but you were only really interested in the female ones. Men were so boring and predictable. Women knew how to make it a challenge, and there was always some deep, underlying motive for why they did it. There was nothing you enjoyed more than piecing together that puzzle. 

“They’re calling her The Witch. The poison used on the victims is like nothing we’ve ever seen before, so we think she must be making it herself. But since female serial killers are kind of your thing–” 

You cut him off before you can think twice, thoughts whirling through your head. “How do you know it’s a woman? Cutting out a heart, that takes a lot of strength. Most female serial killers tend to use gentler methods, like poison, so it makes sense that there’s at least one woman involved. Are you sure she isn’t working with someone though? Lavinia Fisher would poison her victims and then her husband would finish the job.” 

“How quickly can you get to Westview?” He asks, completely ignoring your question. 

“Oh, you want me to go there?” 

He scoffs. “Yes, Agent, we want you to go there. I’ve already informed your boss and he’s given his approval. No one has been better at catching the female killers than you, so we really need you on this. You can take the Miami jet as soon as you’re ready, but they want you there as soon as possible.” 

“Will I be working with the Trenton branch?” 

“Just the Westview PD for now. They’ve assured us that they have their best detectives on the case. But if you need backup, let us know and we can send in some more profilers. Whatever it takes to bring this woman to justice.” He hangs up without another word and you grab your to-go suitcase that you keep packed for times like these. You throw in a few extra sets of clothes just in case it takes longer than expected, and then you’re out the door, driving to Headquarters. 

You walk into your boss’s office and knock on the door. The director of the Miami branch, Tony Stark, looks up at you. “Hope you packed some warm clothes,” he says and you chuckle. You definitely did not.

“Hayward said I could take the jet?”

Tony nods. “It’s out back and already fueled up. Good luck, kid. Be careful, okay?” 

You scoff. “Careful? I’m always careful.” He fixes you with a stern look and you acquiesce. “I promise.” 

“I don’t need to remind you what happened last time you worked on a case like this, do I?” 

It hits you like a punch to the gut and you shake your head. “No, sir, you do not.” But you know he’s going to tell you anyway. 

“That woman destroyed you,” he hisses. “You got so focused on finding her that you stopped eating and sleeping. The obsession completely consumed you.” 

“I caught her, didn’t I?” You mutter, knowing full well that isn’t his point. He slams his hands down on his desk and you jump. 

“She almost killed you,” he almost yells and your face twists at the memory. 

The Scarlet Killer terrorized Miami about three years ago before you finally brought her down. At first, she would sneak into houses of families with twins and slit the parents’ throats and kidnap the kids, but the twins would always resist so she would end up killing them too. 

After a while, she stopped caring about the twin aspect and started killing anyone with children. 

You had spent days in the office, pacing and pouring over the evidence board, trying to make sense of it. There was no DNA anywhere, but there was also no sign of forced entry, so you figured that she was invited into the house somehow. The hunt for children made you think she had lost her own, or had some sort of abusive childhood that made her want to protect kids. She was possibly a twin as well, and very amicable if people were having her over willingly. 

It took two months before you figured out the perimeter of her murders. She was making a hexagon shape with the houses of the victims. Hexagons can represent balance, so you figured she felt as if she was balancing out some score with the universe for something that had happened to her. 

And then one fateful night, you realized where her next target was. A family had just moved into a house perfectly on the border of the hex, as people around the office started calling it, and they had twins. 

You spent almost an entire week camped out in front of their house waiting for the Scarlet Killer to strike. You think during that time, you slept a total of ten hours. Hallucinations plagued you and you would doze off and then wake up babbling something about catching her. Agents would bring food by your car and beg you to take a break, but you kept your eyes strained on the house, determined that you wouldn’t let her get away with it again, determined to prove that you were right about where she’d be.

And you were. 

Except the knocking that should’ve been on the front door of the house, the knocking that would inevitably lead to more death, was on your car window. 

You had jolted awake to find a redheaded woman standing there, looking worried. You opened the door and got out to help her when she had pulled a knife out and stabbed you in the stomach. 

Thank god she didn’t go for her usual M.O. of slitting throats. 

You were able to weakly unholster your gun and take a shot at her as she was running away and by the yelp, you knew you had hit her. A consolation prize as your vision faded to black. 

Somehow, you woke up two days later in a hospital room, Director Tony Stark by your bedside. They had caught the killer a block away thanks to the appendix your bullet had ruptured that rendered her unconscious, a woman named Wanda Maximoff, who had lost her twins in a horrible house fire, and made it a mission to try and replace them.

And her knife had missed anything important, and all you had was a nasty scar and the weariness from everyone else whenever there was a new female serial killer to catch. 

“She didn’t kill me though,” you tell Tony, who rolls his eyes. “I’ll be careful. I won’t get too involved this time.”

He slides open a drawer and takes out a file and a business card that he holds out to you. You reach across the desk to grab the two and you scan the card. 

Rio Vidal, Therapist, Westview. With an email and phone number. 

You hold it up and raise an eyebrow. “You want me to see a shrink?” You already completed your mandated fifteen hours of therapy after the Maximoff incident and you weren’t eager to go back. 

“You don’t have to, it’s just so you have an option. In case you feel yourself becoming too ‘involved.’” 

You purse your lips but you slip it into your pocket and tighten your grip on the file. “Guess I’ll see you whenever we catch her.” 

He salutes you and you make your way to the jet out back. 

It’s a three hour flight and you spend your entire time pouring over the case file. You know there’s still some information that you’ll have to get from the Westview PD, like witness statements and exclusive photos that haven’t been released yet, but what you do have is brutal. 

Photos of shriveled up bodies with barely any skin still on their bones, their cheeks hollowed out, like something sucked the life out of them. Not to be sexist, but you can tell why Director Hayward thought it was a woman. 

Although there’s a gaping hole in their chests where a heart used to be, the cuts are neat, precise. And the blood has been completely cleaned up. What should be the bloodiest crime scene you’ve ever seen is void of any fluid, like the killer methodically mopped and bleached and cleansed the scene of everything. But this also means that the victims are dead before the heart is cut out, from the poison. 

The most chilling thing is the singular, perfect flower placed in the cavity of their chest.

You flip through the toxicology reports but can’t really make sense of anything. One report says one chemical was the cause of death, another report says another. The levels of chemicals in the bloodstream are also different from victim to victim. 

It reminds you of Jolly Jane Toppan, who would experiment with different medicines and chemicals to murder patients at hospitals. 

Is the killer a nurse? A chemist? You’re able to figure out why she’s called The Witch, because it’s like she’s brewing up potions of sorts, but you have no idea why she would bother cutting their hearts out if she’s killing them with poison. 

The precision of the blade also means that her hands are steady. Another reason she could be a nurse. 

You flip through the pictures of all the victims – eleven, so far – and the first victim’s cut is just as accurate as the last victim. This woman is either a natural, or this isn’t the first time she’s killed. 

Pulling out your computer, you search the database for any serial killer cases that match this same type of crime, male or female. You’re still not entirely convinced she’s working alone. 

But there’s nothing. No cold cases, no open cases. She has truly shown up out of nowhere. 

You tap your fingers to the tray table, your mind trying to make sense of the details for the rest of the flight. 

When the plane lands, you’re ushered into an uber and taken to the motel where you’ll be staying. Your rental car is already in the parking lot. Even though Westview is a small town, it means a lot that they’re giving you all these accommodations. 

Your room is complete with a kitchenette, a queen sized bed, and a good sized bathroom. You drop the files on the table, throw your suitcase in the bedroom, and grab your work bag before locking the door behind you. 

The rental car is a small sedan that has a strange smell, but it does the job and you drive through the quaint twisting roads to get to the police station. You park up front, take a deep breath, and walk in. 

No one stops you or asks what you’re doing here (no wonder this case hasn’t been solved yet) so you make your way to the back where you find the Chief’s office. 

He’s a skinny man with a mustache, spots of something that looks like mustard on his shirt, talking to a woman with her back to you. All you can tell is that she has long, dark hair that flows down your back.

“Hi, excuse me?” You say, knocking on the glass door. The Chief stops and the woman turns around to face you and you’re momentarily struck by how attractive she is. “I’m Agent Y/N? The, uh, criminal profiler from Miami? The FBI sent me to help with The Witch case.” 

“Oh, shoot, that’s right,” the man says, wiping his hands on his jacket before standing up. “Chief Phil Jones. This is Detective Agatha Harkness–” He motions to the woman standing there who smiles knowingly, raking her eyes up and down your body. “– our best. She’s been working this case day and night.” 

“Any leads so far?” You ask her. 

“Why don’t I show you what we have so far?” She offers and you nod, following her out of the office and trying not to look at her ass. She takes you into  a different room with a bulletin board filled with pictures and string and post-it notes. You squint at it, trying to take everything in, while you hear more people enter the room behind you. 

“So, Miami, what do you think?” A man taunts and a few others snicker at him. You ignore him, you’ve been used to this your entire career. 

You’re still scanning the board when something catches your eye. The witness statements. They don’t corroborate with each other. From the six people that have seen something, they all agree that the killer had dark hair. But some say it was long, others say just past her shoulders. Some think she was taller and lean, others say shorter and just a little more filled out. There’s a detail from two witnesses that gives you pause though: they say the woman had a mask of sorts on the bottom of her face, almost like a skeleton. The other witnesses make no mention of not being able to see the killer’s entire face. 

You tap the papers. “Why don’t the statements line up?” 

“Surely you know how unreliable eyewitness testimony is,” Agatha drawls, and when you turn around, she’s watching you carefully. 

You frown. “I do know, but it seems like there’s two different people here. So either we have a copycat, which would be unlikely due to there being no change in the level of detailedness from murder to murder, or–” You trail off, chewing on your lip. You’re waiting for someone, Agatha maybe, to finish the sentence, or to tell you you’re being crazy. 

“Or?” She prompts like she’s daring you to go on. There’s a look in her eyes, a look you don’t quite recognize. 

You give the men in the room a glance. Will they laugh? “I really think we’re dealing with two killers here. Working together. One poisons the victims, the other cuts out the heart. I thought it was a man and a woman, but it seems like two women. They’re obviously very close to each other, and they’ve got it down to an easy routine.” 

“Why hasn’t anyone seen two women then?” Agatha asks, but you feel like she’s just guiding you to a realization, rather than criticizing your theory. 

You hum, tossing the question around in your head. “Maybe…maybe because they want us to think there’s only one killer? They’ve fooled everyone, even the FBI. Easy to chalk it up to faulty witness statements.” 

“Why wouldn’t they try to look alike then?” Agatha presses, and your brow furrows. It’s a good point. 

The pictures of the mutilated victims on the board stare back at you while you look for anything you could’ve missed. “Are they toying with us? Do they want us confused? The poison, the cut-out heart, the flower left behind, the different descriptions, it’s like this is a game to them. They’re cocky, they feel confident that they can’t get caught. Maybe both of them are narcissists, but definitely are on the Antisocial Personality Disorder spectrum.” 

“Why do you think they do it?” Agatha says in a hushed voice. You can’t help but notice that she seems excited. 

Is that because she finally might be getting a break in her case? 

“I don’t know,” you admit and she looks disappointed. You spin to face the board again. “There’s no obvious connection or pattern between the victims, so it doesn’t seem like there’s a personal vendetta against them. Nothing stands out about the locations either. It seems like they’re just killing for fun, right now.” 

“That’s pretty dangerous,” she says, and you can feel the front of her body brush against your back. You’ve been so entranced that you didn’t even hear her notice her coming over. “That means anyone could be next.” 

Goosebumps spread over your body at her hot breath on your neck, but her words sober you up. She’s right. You’re not able to rule out potential victims based on how many kids they have or don’t have, like with Wanda, or what they look like or don’t look like. 

“Okay,” you say, nodding your head. “We need to send out a BOLO for two women with dark hair now. Put these descriptions out, tell them to keep an eye out for a skeleton mask? Hopefully we can get some tips and put a stop to this before anyone else gets hurt.” 

“What should we call the other woman?” One of the male officers speaks up and you’re surprised that it’s an actual question. 

Agatha watches you with interest while you think about it. “How about…Lady Death?” You offer and she gives a nod of approval. “Put a BOLO out for Lady Death and The Witch.” 

You make copies of everything that’s on the board and paper clip them together to put in your bag. As you’re packing everything up to go back and leave to the motel (Tony would be proud of you for leaving the station at an acceptable time), Agatha comes over and leans on the table. 

“What do you think their relationship is? Lady Death and The Witch,” she says, amusement lacing her tone when she says their nicknames. 

You shrug. “Sisters, friends, wives? Maybe they’re just two crazy people who met each other and want to kill people.” She chuckles and studies you curiously. 

“You know, we’ve had some other profilers come in, but none of them have been like you. You know your stuff.” 

“Female serial killers are kind of my thing,” you say. “There’s just something about untangling the mystery that’s so much sweeter. Makes me feel…alive. Which I know sounds bad, because so many people have died, and I’m sorry.” 

Agatha looks like she knows exactly what you’re talking about. “No, don’t apologize. It’s exciting, isn’t it? The exhilaration, the moment when you finally get what you want, what you’ve been working toward.” Her voice is low and you nod, leaning in before you can realize what you’re doing. Your gaze drops down to her smirk and then back to her blown-out pupils. “Do you think you’ll be able to find them?” 

“Yeah, I do,” you breathe, and she looks positively delighted. Out of nowhere, the scar on your stomach stings and you grimace. Agatha looks at you, concerned but you brush it off. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then?” You ask, standing up and slinging your bag onto your shoulder. 

“See you then, superstar,” she says with a grin and watches you leave. 

When you get back to the motel, you spread all the pictures and notes out, trying to connect some dots. You scribble down Friends? Sisters? Lovers? on a sticky note and press it to the wall. 

Why do you think they do it? Agatha’s question still haunts you. You don’t want to believe that it’s just for fun, there has to be some meaning, some motive for poisoning and then physically removing hearts. There has to be some significance to the flower left behind. 

But what is it? 

Your stomach grumbles so you decide to take a step back and go pick up food from a restaurant in town. As you’re pulling out of the parking lot to come back to the motel with wings and french fries, you get a call from Tony Stark. You accept it, taking a sip from your cup quickly. 

“Hey, Director,” you say. 

“There she is! How’s it going?” 

You shrug even though he can’t see you. “Not too bad. Just went and got dinner. See, I’m taking care of myself.” 

He laughs like it’s the funniest joke he’s heard. “Glad to hear it. Any new leads in the case?” 

“There’s two women, not one. They’re working together.” There’s silence on his end of the line for a second and you wonder if he heard you. “Did you–?

“Yeah, I got that. Shit, so you think you’re looking for partners? I don’t like this,” he says. 

“I’m okay, I promise. What happened with Wanda won’t happen this time,” you reassure him as you turn back into the motel lot. “I’ll check in with you whenever you want. I’ll go see that shrink. I’ll be careful.” You’re worried that he’ll pull you off the case if he thinks you’re too obsessed. Your hyperfixation tendencies almost cost you your life, and you know Tony doesn’t want that to happen to you again. He’s become somewhat of a father figure to you since you started working there, and it’s touching how much he cares.

He hums in satisfaction. “I expect you to eat three meals a day and get at least five hours of sleep.” Before you can protest, he continues. “And I want you to make an appointment with that therapist. Just get ahead of your spiral, maybe talking about the case with someone removed will help you be more level-headed.” 

“I will,” you vow. “Okay, just got back to the motel, I’ll talk to you later.” He says goodbye and hangs up. When you get out of the car with your food, the hair on the back of your neck stands up and your scar tingles. 

Something feels off. 

You get to your door to find it slightly ajar and you frown. You remember locking it. Maybe room service cleans at night? 

“Hello?” You call, pushing it open. Taking a few cautious steps into the room, you scan from wall to wall looking for anything or anyone.

There’s no one there, nothing seems out of place except for your suitcase that is now on your bed. You tentatively walk over to it and unzip it, jumping back like you’re expecting something to pop out. Inside, you find all the clothes you packed gone, and entirely replaced by a new wardrobe. Pulling them out, you gasp when you find cashmere sweaters and silky blouses and comfortable but professional looking pants. There’s a bottle of perfume with the word “Thanatos” printed in perfect calligraphy and you take a whiff. It smells like flowers and wood at the same time and it makes you think of a forest. 

So someone broke into your motel room just to give you some new clothes and perfume? You rustle through the rest of the suitcase and a piece of paper flutters to the floor. 

Heart pounding, you lean down to pick it up. It’s the same sticky note that you put on your wall before you left to get food. 

Friends? Sisters? Lovers? 

Only now, the word ‘lovers’ is circled, with a small heart drawn. You drop the paper like you’ve been burned and run over to where all your case information is and you feel nauseous. 

Nothing has been touched. Nothing is out of place. 

Except for the single purple azalea resting on the middle of the table. 

They were here. 

[insidekatmind]

Gynecologist~Cho Sang-woo

Wearning: +18,smut,age gap

You arrive at Dr. Cho Sang Woo's office with a mixture of excitement and nerves. You've just turned 22 and this is your first gynecological visit. You're not sure what to expect, but the fear of the unknown makes you particularly nervous.

The office is modern and well-lit, with pastel-colored walls that should convey serenity, even if the accelerated beating of your heart doesn't seem to want to follow that intent. The secretary welcomes you with a kind smile and shows you to the waiting room. After a few minutes, the door of the office opens and a man in his forties emerges, with strong features and an authoritative air. He wears a perfectly pressed white coat and has an inscrutable expression, although not without a certain kindness.

"Good morning, please, come in." His voice is calm and reassuring.

You get up quickly, smoothing your clothes, and follow him into his office. He points you to a chair in front of his desk and takes a seat on the other side, opening your file.

“So, Miss...” he looks up at you, waiting for you to introduce yourself.

“Oh, my name is y/n,” you reply in a small voice.

He nods and continues to leaf through the documents. “Okay, y/n. This is your first visit, right?”

You nod, your hands clenched nervously in your lap.

“I understand that you may be a little intimidated, but I assure you that we will do this calmly and as comfortably as possible. I will explain each step to you, so you will always know what is happening. Is that okay?”

“Y-yes, thank you,” you stammer, finding a small comfort in his professionalism.

He studies you for a moment, then leans back in his chair. “Before we begin, is there anything in particular that concerns you? Do you have any questions?”

You think about it for a moment. “Um, I’m not sure what will happen during the visit...”

He smiles slightly. “That’s a fair question. Let me explain: we’ll start with some general questions about your health and your menstrual cycle. Then we’ll move on to an external check-up, to make sure everything is in order. If you’re comfortable, we can also do a more thorough check-up, but it’s up to you. The most important thing is that you feel safe and calm.”

You nod, trying to absorb all the information.

“Good,” he finally says, standing up from his chair. “If you’re ready, we can begin.”

You stand up slowly, still a little hesitant, but determined to face this new experience with courage. You follow the doctor towards the examination area, trusting in his professionalism and his promise to make you feel safe.

The examination room is bright, with a small bed in the center. The doctor gestures towards it, signaling for you to take a seat.

"Please lie down and make yourself comfortable," he instructs you, with a gentle, professional demeanor. As you lay on the bed, you adjust your skirt, which is a little shorter than you had intended. You feel slightly exposed.

The doctor watches you silently, and you catch his gaze lingering on your bare legs for a moment longer than necessary. His eyes are intense, studying you with unabashed curiosity."So what's the problem?" Sang woo asks studying you and you blush with embarrassment. "I can't come during sex" you whispered embarrassed.

A slight smirk appears on Doctor Cho’s face at your words, but it's not a mocking expression. Rather, it's the look of someone who has just found an interesting case to solve.

"I see," he murmurs, taking notes on the pad he's holding. "That can be a very common problem, actually. It happens for a variety of reasons."

He sets the pad down and moves closer to you, his gaze becoming more focused. "Can you tell me when this problem started?"

“I don't know,” you whispered. The doctor's expression remains patient as he responds. "That's okay. It can be difficult to pinpoint exactly when something like this began. But anything you can tell me might be helpful."

He moves even closer, his eyes roaming over your body with clinical detachment, and yet there's something almost primal in his gaze. The air in the room feels heavy.

"Is there anything that you think might have triggered it?" he asks, his voice soft. "Any emotional or psychological stressors in your life recently? Any changes in your relationship with your partner?"

“I'm very stressed these days,” you say, looking at him.

The doctor nods, his expression understanding but serious. "Stress can certainly have an effect on many areas of our lives, including our sexual functioning. It can be a significant contributing factor to problems like the one you're experiencing."

He moves away slightly, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. "Have you tried any relaxation techniques to deal with stress? Like yoga, meditation or breathing exercises?"

"No" you say looking at him and Sang woo look at your legs again. "i'll help you with this massage, take off your skirt and panties please" sang woo said.

You freeze briefly at the doctor's words. There’s a subtle note of command in his voice that wasn’t there before. You hesitate for a moment, but then his gaze is so intense that you can only stare at him for a long moment. Finally, you swallow and your fingers go to the hem of your skirt, slowly pulling it up. Doctor Cho watches your hands intently, licking his lips.As you slide the skirt over your hips, he moves closer to you, making you feel a little vulnerable, like a prey being stalked by a predator. You're not sure why you're obeying him so easily, but there's something about him that elicit an almost animalistic response from you. You lift your hips and he helps you pull the skirt down along your legs and off, tossing it carelessly across the room. You shiver as his eyes roam over your body, his gaze heavy, almost possessive.

Sang woo looks at his watch, a simple gesture in an almost clinical manner. Then he takes a bottle of massage oil out of his pocket and squeezes some on his hands. He rubs his palms together, the oil giving way to an almost sensual sound. He looks you in the eyes and motions for you to lie down on your stomach.

“Lie down on ,medical examination table” he whispers to you.

You feel a strange mixture of anticipation and uncertainty. Doctor Cho's tone of command leaves little room for hesitation, and you obey his instructions, almost as if you're in a trance.

You climb up onto the bed and lie flat on the surface, your face facing the wall, your body completely exposed."Now I will touch some parts of your body tell me what you feel" sang woo tells you. You feel a shiver run down your spine as you hear his voice, the command clear in his words. "Y-yes, doctor," you manage to say, your voice a little shaky.

He starts to touch you slowly, his hands gliding over your skin. It takes you by surprise how good his touch feels, his fingers strong and sure, exploring every inch of your back, your arms, your thighs.

"How does this feel?" he asks, his voice low and soothing. You can feel his breath on the back of your neck, sending tingles of electricity down your spine.

"It f-feels good," you stammer, your words trembling a little. The sensations he's causing are both familiar and foreign, awakening something deep inside you that you didn't even know existed.The doctor continues his exploration, his hands moving more confidently over your skin. Every touch, every movement is calculated, as if he knows exactly where to touch you to draw out the strongest reaction. You can feel his eyes observing you closely, his gaze heated and intense.His touch goes lower and lower until he slides two fingers into your pussy.

You moaned at the sensation ."Oh" whispers and sang woo smirk. Doctor Cho chuckles lightly at the sound of your moan, the corners of his mouth curled up in a sly smile. He can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the effect he's having on you.

"Does it feel good?" he asks, his voice low and sensual. "Don't hold back, I want to hear you."

“Yes, so good,” you say, your voice filled with desire.

A soft chuckle escapes the doctor's lips at your response, the sound both soothing and arousing. He moves his fingers a little faster in anticipation. “Just relax, don’t think about anything, feel the sensations, feel me”.You close your eyes and leave your mouth open moaning, feeling his fingers touch your g-spot.

You're completely under his control, the sensations he's creating within you overwhelming any logic or reason. You feel his fingers moving inside you, their touch like fire.

The doctor's fingers move with precision, finding that sweet spot that makes you moan softly each time they touch. He seems to know exactly how to make you feel good, almost as if he's studying your body like he would a patient.

"You like that, don't you?" He whispers, his voice a soft caress to your already heightened state. "Just relax."

You can only nod, unable to form words. All coherent thought has left you, replaced by a single-minded need and craving. His touch is addictive, like a drug that you've never known before.Sang woo pushes his fingers inside you in circular motions, on your g-spot.

You arch your back, pressing into his touch. The sensations are almost too much to bear, but you can't get enough. You feel like you're being consumed by a fire that's burning brighter and brighter, every inch of you alive with desire.You can't believe how good it feels. Every inch of your body is alive with pleasure, and every movement of the doctor's fingers feels like an electric jolt. You've never experienced anything so intense before, and it's almost terrifying.But despite the intensity, there's a strange sense of safety too. You know that he's in control, and that knowledge somehow makes the whole experience even more powerful. You feel completely at his mercy, and yet you trust him implicitly.

“So good,” you whimper. Sang woo lets out a low chuckle, satisfied and smug at the effect he's having on you. His fingers continue to move, pressing harder against your g-spot, drawing out more gasps and moans.

"You're being such a good girl for me," he whispers, his voice like silk against your skin. "I bet you've never felt anything like this before, have you?"

You have never indeed. The intensity is something you've never experienced before, and it's like he's unlocking something deep inside you. Your body is on overdrive, every nerve ending buzzing with pleasure.

You can't help but surrender completely to the sensations. It's like you're being possessed by them, and there's nothing you can do but ride the wave wherever it takes you.

“Please don't stop,” you moan. He smiles again, the corners of his mouth curving upwards. "Of course not," he murmurs, his voice so low that only you could hear him. "I want to see you fall apart completely."

His fingers move faster, applying just the right amount of pressure. It's like he knows exactly how much you can take, and he's pushing you to the brink. You can feel an overwhelming tension building up inside you, and you're not sure if you can take much more. But you don't want him to stop.Your mind is a whirlwind of sensation, and you can almost feel your body trembling with the intensity. And then you hear his voice, low and steady in your ear, "That's it, let go. I'll catch you."

You cling to his words like a lifeline, trusting him to guide you through this experience. Your body is tight, coiled like a spring, and the pleasure is so intense it's almost painful. You're hanging on the edge, teetering on the brink of something huge and overwhelming.

You don't know how much longer you can hold on. The pleasure is so intense that it's almost like pain, and you feel like you're being consumed by it. Every cell in your body is crying out for release, and you’re not sure if you can take much more. But then...Everything else vanishes, and you're lost in a wave of pleasure that swamps both mind and body with pure ecstasy. It's as if the whole universe has shrunk to just two points, you and him, and the sensations coursing between you. You're drowning in bliss, unable to do anything but surrender and let it wash over you. You can't even make a sound - your voice is caught and lost in the storm of sensations. You're shaking, trembling from head to toe, and you're not sure if you'll ever be able to speak again. But there's something calming about it too, a sense of peace and fulfilment that makes everything feel worthwhile.As the waves of pleasure slowly subside, you're left panting and trembling on the bed, feeling as if you've run a marathon. You have never felt anything like it in your life, and it's a little terrifying to think that a single man could bring you to that point.

You watch Sang woo as he licks your juices from his fingers and moan at the sight. Your reaction isn't lost on Doctor Cho, and he smiles again, still looking so smug and satisfied. "You like that, don't you?" he asks, his voice dripping with male pride. He keeps his eye contact on you as he licks his fingers clean, the sight of it making your cheeks flush even more than they already are. You feel a little ashamed, but at the same time, you can't help but feel aroused at the sight.You feel so embarrassed. Sang woo notices your reaction and decides to mess with you even more. he leans over towards your face, his mouth only inches from yours. "Are you feeling embarrassed now?" he asks, his voice soft and smooth. "Don't be. I'm a doctor, remember? It's my job to explore every inch of your body. I've seen everything before."

Your legs were shaking with pleasure. "Well, you do a great job," you whispered, looking at his lips for a second. He laughs softly, noticing the direction of your gaze. He slowly leans closer to you, until his lips are just a breath away from your ear. "You're so cute when you're all flustered," he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin.

You can feel your skin tingle where his lips are, as if there's an electrical current running between you. He pulls back slightly, studying your face, his eyes intent and intense. "You're gorgeous, you know that?" he says softly, his gaze roaming over your features.

"I can't believe how responsive you are," he continues, his voice dropping lower. "I've never seen anyone react like you do. It's like your body was made for this."

You look at him with longing. He notices the look in your eyes and smirks a little. "You want more, don't you?" he whispers, his voice low and seductive.

“Yes please, I've never felt that way before,” you say desperately as you clasp your hands to his shirt. His smirk widens as you grab onto his shirt, pulling him closer to you. He's clearly enjoying the effect he's having on you. "I know you haven't," he says, his voice taking on a teasing edge. "And I bet there are plenty of other things I can make you feel, too."

He leans down, his lips just brushes against your jaw, sending shivers down your spine. "I'll bet I can make you feel even better than this," he murmurs, his hand sliding down your side.

You nod excitedly. “Oh I guess,” you murmur longingly as you press yourself against him. He laughs softly, his hand roaming over the curves of your body. "You're so eager," he says, his voice growing huskier. "I like that." His lips move down, trailing across your collarbone, his kisses soft and teasing.

"You taste sweet," he murmurs against your skin, his lips hot and wet. "I could eat you up." He bites gently on your neck, and you whimper, unable to stop the sound from escaping your lips.

You grip his shirt even tighter, desperate for more contact. "Please," you gasp, your voice betraying just how much you want him. "Don't stop."

Sang woo smiled and unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his boxers, just enough to reveal his cock. He took your knees and put them around his hips and rubbed himself without entering, making you moan. "Please, I want you inside me" you begged. Sang woo chuckled lowly, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you. "So impatient," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. "I like it"

He enters in one fell swoop and you scream, gripping him tighter. “So big,” you mutter, moaning. Sang woo groans as he enters you, your body's sudden tightness driving him wild. "God, you're so tight," he gasps.His eyes darken, as if he's struggling to keep control. "I can't believe how good you feel," he says, his voice strained. "You're driving me crazy."

You moan and pull him into a kiss.He kisses back, his mouth hot and demanding against yours. His body moves against you, his hips driving hard and fast, drawing out sounds of ecstasy from you that you didn't even know you were capable of making. It's like he knows exactly how to make your body sing, bringing every nerve ending alive with pleasure.You're completely lost in the sensations, consumed by the fire that's burning between you. Your body is on autopilot, every muscle tight and trembling with pleasure. All you can focus on is him and the way he makes you feel, like you're being unraveled and stitched together again all at once.You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. You don't want any distance between you, wanting him as close as possible, wanting to feel every inch of him.

You feel his breath against your skin, hot and uneven. His hands are everywhere, touching you everywhere, as if he needs to touch every part of you at once. And you're burning under his touch, every brush of his skin against yours adding fuel to the fire that's consuming you.With every push Sang woo gave you, you screamed 'yes'. Every push of his body against yours drives you higher and higher, the sensations so intense that you can't even form words anymore. All you can do is gasp and moan, your voice getting louder with every passing second.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you keep saying, the words tumbling from your mouth like a desperate mantra. You feel like you're going to explode, like you're being taken to the edge of a cliff and pushed over, leaving you to dangle in mid-air.

"Sang woo" you scream in pleasure.

He moans at the sound of his name, the sound coming out like a low growl. "You're so hot when you scream my name," he mutters, his face pressed against your shoulder.

You whimpered at his words and could feel how his cock was introducing you to parts of your body you never knew existed. Every movement, every touch feels like a revelation, as if he's mapping out territory that no one has ever explored before. You feel like he has toed and touched every nerve ending in your body, awakening sensations that you had never fathomed possible before.

It's as if he's reaching places so deep inside you that you didn't even know they existed. And yet, it doesn’t feel strange or uncomfortable, it feels right. It feels perfect."Look at you moaning for me baby girl, your boyfriend ain't fucking you like he should, huh?" he growled slamming himself deeper into you.

Your body tenses at his words and at the increased force of his movements. "He couldn't," you gasp. "Never like this."

"Because he's not me," Sang woo says, his voice taking on a possessive edge. "And you're mine."His movements become even more intense, and it feels like he's trying to claim every part of you.

"This pussy is magic, I would die buried inside this hot pussy" Sang woo growls as he thrusts harder into you. Every word out of his mouth fuels the fire inside you. Your body is on fire, consumed by the pleasure and the intensity of it all. And you don't ever want it to stop.

"Tell me it's mine" he demands, his voice rough and dominant. You can feel the tension in his body, the need to claim you.

“My pussy is yours,” you moan. A pleased smile spreads across his face at your words, his eyes darker and even more intense. "That's right," he grits out, his voice strained. "It's all mine."

He claims your mouth with his, the kiss hard and possessive, as if he's marking you as his and his alone.

"You belong to me," he says against your lips, his words edged with a primal, possessive edge. "Every part of you."He takes you with a fervor that leaves you breathless, as if he's trying to pour every bit of himself into you, to make you completely and utterly his.

“Open your mouth,” he orders you.

You obey, your mouth parting instinctively as if he's already trained you to respond to him without question.Sang woo spits in your mouth and fucks you harder. "Swallow"

You swallow reflexively, the act feeling almost submissive. But there's something about it that excites you, knowing that he's completely taking control and you're willingly giving him that power.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, sounding satisfied, as if he's enjoying the power he holds over you.

“I have to come,” you mutter, moaning, scratching his back.

"Please," you gasp, "I need - I need..." you're unable to form the words, so consumed by the sensations coursing through you.

And Sang woo knows exactly what you need, as if he's tuned in to your body, reading your responses in a way that's almost uncanny."Let go," he urges, his voice commanding. "Let it happen."It's as if he's commanding the orgasm out of you, his words holding that power over you, making you tremble helplessly as you're unable to deny a word.

You could feel Sang woo was about to come too and was about to come out but you wrapped your thighs tightly around him and made him come inside you. You both moaned. Your body trembles uncontrollably as you feel him spill inside you, his body shuddering with release. "Jesus," Sang woo mutters, his forehead resting on your shoulder. "You're gonna be the death of me."

“Don’t you mind if I forced you to come inside me?” You whisper, stroking his back. He chuckles softly at your question, his face still buried against your shoulder. "No, I don't mind," he says, his voice rough but amused. "But you're a little trouble, aren't you?"

You giggle softly, stroking his hair. "It's your fault, you awakened a part of me that I thought I didn't have."

He lifts his head to look at you, his eyes dark and intense. "I did, huh?" he says, a little smugly. But there's something almost tender in his gaze too, as if he's pleased that he could bring out this side of you."Well, I'm not complaining," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss your neck. "I kind of like this side of you."

"Even if it's a little bit trouble?" you ask teasingly, running your fingers through his hair.

He chuckles again, his lips tracing a path along your collarbone. "Especially if it's a bit of trouble," he says, his voice low and rough. "Keeps things interesting."You moan softly at the feeling of his lips against your skin, the sensation sending small sparks of pleasure through you. "Is that so?" you murmur, your body arching slightly.

"Mhm," he hums, his mouth making its way to your ear. "I like a bit of trouble." He bites gently on your earlobe, drawing another soft moan from you.

"And you," he continues, his breath warm against your ear, "are definitely trouble."There's a possessive edge to his tone that sends a shiver down your spine, a reminder that he considers you his.He pulls back slightly so he can look at you, his eyes roaming over your face. "But you're my trouble," he says, his gaze hot and possessive.

You smile and hug him, kissing him. He responds to the kiss fiercely, his arms wrapping around you tightly, pulling you closer against him. It feels like he can't get enough of you, his body and mouth desperate for more of your touch, your taste.

You grind against his cock moaning. "I want it inside me again" you mutter moaning.He lets out a low moan at your words, his body already responding to your touch. "Greedy," he mutters, his voice hoarse. "You just can't get enough, can you?"

“I think I'm addicted to your cock, Doctor,” you whisper seductively as you grind against his cock. A groan escapes his lips and he clutches you tighter, his body responding eagerly to your words and your movements. "You have no idea what you do to me," he mutters, his voice strained.

"The things I want to do to you" he continues, his words almost a growl. "The things I want to make you feel."

You grind yourself even harder moaning and Sang woo grinds himself against you. You're both lost in the sensations, all thoughts driven away by the fire that's consuming you. Every touch, every movement, just adding fuel to the flames licking at your skin.

"I'd like to fuck you again but I have another visitor in five minutes." Sang woo says rubbing himself on your wet pussy for him.

You whine softly at the thought of stopping, your body protesting the idea. "So soon?" you protest, your voice edged with a needy desperation."I know," he mutters, his face buried in your neck, "trust me, I don't want to either."

“We’ll be quick,” you plead, grinding yourself against his cock. “Just keep rubbing yourself,” you moan.

He groans at your words, his self-control straining. "You're killing me," he mutters, his voice almost a pained gasp.Despite your words, he knows that taking you again would be risky. It wouldn't just be a quick moment, it would be everything.

“Come on love,rub yourself on my pussy, just so we can finish faster” you murmured, moaning as you continued to grind against his cock.

He cursed softly under his breath, his body shaking with need. "You're testing my control," he muttered, his voice strained.But despite his words, he couldn't deny the overwhelming desire coursing through him, the need to satisfy you and himself, even if it was just a small amount while still maintaining control.

He pushed himself against you, his movements becoming rougher and more urgent. He was desperately trying to satisfy the need between you, not caring about the risk or the potential consequences.

You moan and rub yourself against him, stroking his hair. His hair is soft under your touch, the strands like silk between your fingers. He moans against your neck, his breath hot and uneven against your skin.

He can't help but respond to your touch, his body moving against yours almost instinctively. The need, the desire, it's all-consuming.

Your hands are everywhere, roaming over his body, trying to touch every inch of him. It's like you can't get enough, like you're trying to memorize every curve and line of his flesh.

You both come rubbing against each other and you smile looking at the clock. "Just in time" you whisper kissing him. He huffs out a breathless laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're a menace," he says, but there's a fondness in his voice that betrays his true feelings.

"I don't know how you do that," he adds, his body still trembling with the after-effects of your encounter. "Make me forget everything but you."

You smile and caress his cheeks. “Give me your number,” Sang woo whispers. “I want to see you again.”

You smile at his words, feeling a flutter in your chest. "Of course," you say softly, taking out your phone from your purse. You exchange numbers with him, fingers brushing against each other in the process.

"When can I see you again?" he asks, his voice betraying just how eager he is to see you again.

“As often as you want,” you say softly. He smiles at your words, looking satisfied with your answer. "I'll hold you to that," he says, a hint of a challenge in his tone, as if he's already making plans for your next encounter.

You smile and walk away from him, getting dressed. "Thanks for visit," you murmur amusedly, hugging him.

He chuckles softly at your words, returning the hug, his arms wrapping around you tightly. "Always a pleasure," he says, his voice taking on a teasing edge. "Can't wait until your next 'appointment'."

You laugh softly, leaning your head against his chest for a moment before pulling away. "I'll see you, doctor," you say, giving him one last smile before exiting the room.

He watches you leave, his gaze appreciating your figure before the door closes . He sighs, his heart still racing. He can't remember the last time a patient had such an effect on him.

[charles-smith-pillow-princess]

Part 2 of @noshirdalal's answer to what Charles wishes he'd said to Arthur on their last ride together (requested by me [@rockscanfly] for @kaphzzz's birthday). Part 1 can be found here.

Yeah, I think this goes for Arthur as well, maybe. But for Charles I definitely think his love language is service. And so in the ‘Charthur’ realm of things when he says ‘Always’, that is, uh…In ‘Princess Bride’ it's ‘as you wish’, right? So its as close to ‘I love you’ as he’s ever gonna get.

Transcript:

I think Charles might ask if there are things that Arthur needs done that he may not have the time or the strength to do. And if there any of those obligations that Charles could take up for him. I think Charles would take the responsibility of being steward to his friend’s last wishes very, very seriously.

 [Noshir is quiet for a while] 

I think long parts of that ride would not be spoken, you know. Maybe just long periods of time where they’re riding closer together than you normally would. Just tryin’ to breathe in the moment, enjoy each other’s company. A brief moment of peace, even if they know that they’re goin’ off to do some heavy lifting. 

Charles—we all know Charles isn’t a talker, he’s a doer. And I think if he didn’t—[talking to Nala] out—I think if he didn’t…oh, maybe didn’t have fears is the wrong way to put it. If he had the courage to do so he may have even given him, like Charles may have even given Arthur, like, his necklace or the feather he wears. Like, things that Charles keeps with him. 

Charles isn’t necessarily superstitious so to speak, but he definitely believes in the power of totems. And I can see him giving a totem to Arthur to wear as a form of protection and also just as a sign of his affection. 

But doing so comes at a risk, right. Its becoming clear that there are some people in that camp that are not, that are not friends. And I think revealing any kind of relationship or care for another person in camp is also a vulnerability. And I think that's something that Charles would be heightendly aware of. And then there’s the completely other side of it which is you know, in that age, like, two men being affectionate, two men being in love—not something that you really talked about and certainly didn’t publicly express. And if Arthur chose to wear a totem from Charles openly I think there’d be a lot of talking in camp. So my guess would be that Charles would—

[loud bang as Nala knocks into something] Nala are you okay? Was that your head or your tail? Come here, out!

So my guess is that—I think that would be a sign of affection that Charles would love to do. And he wouldn’t tell Arthur like, how to be careful about it, or what not, because Arthur’s not stupid. I think he would give that totem to Arthur openly without any conditions. That’s how he’d show how much he cares for him. Trusting that Arthur’s care for him would mean that he’d be careful with how he wore or carried anything that Charles had given him. That he’d kind of make sure that in doing so he didn’t open either of them up to harm. 

That’d be a lot off—I think there’d be a lot of unspoken, unspoken gestures and just. You know, they’re on a long ride and Charles would have breakfast ready when Arthur woke up. Arthur would like lay out his bedroll and stuff and, you know, go to the river to wash up or whatever and come back to find that Charles had, like, pushed up his bedroll against something comfortable using like, Charles’ saddle as something that would support him but would be comfortable so that Arthur could sleep with his head and chest a little bit elevated so that he wouldn’t coughing so much at night. 

Like, little things that um—and you know Arthur probably wouldn’t say anything. At most he’d just share a look with him, and yeah. I think it would be a lot more about the things Charles would do. Overt signs of care that I think in his normally more careful state of being that he just wouldn’t dare to do. And I think, I think those things would mean the world to Arthur. And I think as, I think it would actually make Charles really nervous to do some of those things. And you know, like, Arthur being gracious and caring I think in his way would know not to rib Charles about it or put him on the spot. And that would give Charles the courage to, to do more. 

Yeah, I think this goes for Arthur as well, maybe. But for Charles I definitely think his love language is service. And so in the ‘Charthur’ realm of things when he says ‘Always’, that is, uh…In ‘Princess Bride’ it's ‘as you wish’, right? So its as close to ‘I love you’ as he’s ever gonna get.

[writingwrench]

Confession (Stanford x Reader)

 I hope y’all enjoy! If you want me to write another or you have a suggestion, hit me up!

 Stanford glanced at the photo of the cheerful woman on his desk. She had this immutable, meanderous personality that he’d fallen hard for.

 Ever since they were younger, he’d had a type of respect for her enthusiastic and bubbly personality. Ever since high school (maybe even before then) he’d acquired an officious fervor for her. He didn’t really know how to tell her for fear of provoking some kind of rancor. 

 Even so, he ventured from his basement in search of his parsimonious heretic of a brother....

 “Stanley?” he asked,shutting the vending machine door. The twin was found sitting at the register, counting his day’s winnings.

 “Hey,bro!” he said, sea-tanned face splitting into a grin.

 “I need help,” Ford muttered,pulling a chair over to the counter and sitting down. 

 Stan set the money down,giving his brother his full attention. It wasn’t like him to ever ask for help. Even when they were on the Stan-O-War II.

 “I....I have feelings for (Y/N)....” he awkwardly began,hoping Stanley would understand. 

 Slowly, Stan began to smirk,before full acclaim filled the room. 

 “Finally, you admit it. It’s been over thirty years!” he laughed. Ford’s face was set aflame. He knew his brother wasn’t being callous, but he still felt somewhat ashamed for him to take this long to bring up the gall to tell her.

   Seeing Ford’s impression of a tomato, Stanley laughed again quietly,before,”Look,Poindexter, just go out there,hike up your big boy panties,  and tell her. She feels the same way...even though I don’t really understand, I am the better looking twin!” He grinned,winking. Which earned him an eye-roll from Ford.

 Still unsure, Ford, paused before the door, before Stan got fed up and just pushed him out to where (Y/N) was sitting with Dipper and Mabel. 

 “-I’m trying to nail that quack reporter for his actions,” She was saying. Stanford didn’t really understand what kind of conversation  he’d managed to walk into, but just hearing her voice, he’d instantly felt relieved. 

 “Hey, (N/N)?” he asked, nervousness seeping into his pores.

 “Hey, Ford!” she smiled brightly,turning to him. He stared at her for a moment, lost in her (E/C) eyes, before the awkward silence was broken by the angel he’d fell in love with.

 “What’s up?” she asked, not at all perturbed by the awkward silence. (She’d gotten used to it fairly quickly since Ford himself was such a cute, awkward person.)

 “I....um...I have to confess something,” he stuttered out, not meeting her eye for fear of peeing himself. He didn’t understand. He could take on demons and other horrifying creatures, but with a mere glance from (Y/N),his knees would buckle and he’d be a total loss for words.

 The girl raised a brow, signaling for him to continue....so he did.

 “I want...um...I would love.. gah,screw it! I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!!” he yelled,startling (Y/N) and the younger twins.

 It was quiet until- “OH MY GOSH,GRUNKLE FORD!!!!!”

 (Y/N)’s face tinted pink.

 “Kids,” she said shakily,”Please give us some privacy.”

 They did as told, making their way to the house. It wasn’t long before she saw two heads pop up over the window sill. 

 Rolling her eyes and grinning, she rushed over to Ford,tackling him in a fierce hug. They both landed with a thud,before surprised giggles filled the air.

 “I love you too,Ford,” (Y/N) said, still grinning before pulling him to her by the front of his overcoat. Their lips met. The kiss was sweet and passionate, the  both of them marveling at how long it took for them to get to this point.

 They disconnected, resting their foreheads on each other’s shoulder, and quietly grinning.

 “(Y/N), I’m so sorry it took me so long,” Ford finally said,breaking the silence.

 He was met with another kiss.

 “It’s alright,you dork,” she said, still grinning.

 It may have taken forever, but she finally felt truly wanted.

[waterdhaviancheeses]

Love and lanceboard

Summary: Tav is determined to spend some quality time with Gale during the tiefling party. Since too much excitement is out of the question, they settle on a game of lanceboard instead.

Gale x Tav, Wizard Tav, mutual pining, some horny thoughts but nothing too explicit, banter. 2K wordcount.

Special thanks to my best friend @viscerah who read my handwritten Sherlock fanfics when we were in high school, and who, now 14 years later, encouraged me to write again. Thank you, buddy, you mean the world to me.

Ao3

“You know what, I think I’ve clearly had far too much wine. And you’ve had nowhere near enough. I think this is a conversation best held back on- for now.” Gale couldn't help but take a quick glance over the adventurer before him. Their camp clothes were comfortable, but left little to the imagination. He swallowed. “With my condition as volatile as it is, I fear any undue, er, excitement, may tip it over the edge. So to speak.”

The tension was palpable, even for the two usually oblivious wizards who were standing way closer to each other than strictly necessary. Gale spoke again before Tav could, sensing their hesitation.

“Go, Indulge in the frivolities- they’re good for the heart. And mine will be all the lighter, to see you enjoying yourself.”

“I understand, Gale, but I don’t know.” They tried to choose their next words carefully, and hoped to translate their thoughts into words that weren't too influenced by the wine, or the way the torchlight danced across Gale's neck, beckoning them to come closer and have a taste, to press their lips on the dark lines on his skin and lick down to- focus!

“I don't want to spend this evening with anyone else.” Was the sentence they managed to produce.

“We don’t need to do anything too, um, exciting.” A slight blush tinted Tav’s face. “We could just drink some more wine and dance- with our clothes on I mean.” An intense blush now tinted Tav’s face, and they averted their eyes from Gale’s. “As long as it’s with you.”

“Ah, I see.” Gale felt his heart skip a beat, and indulged but for a moment the thought of pressing his body close to theirs as they danced the night away. To feel their breath on his neck as they swayed… His heart stirred, and as it did, so did the orb inside of him, and he was forced to exercise his well-practised restraint.

“I am flattered, Tav, but I fear even that kind of proximity might, uh, stir something in me and thus be best avoided. Again- for now.”

Tav was about to give up and embrace an evening of self-pity, overdrinking, and embarrassment, but the look on Gale’s face stopped them. Loneliness. He needed them as much as they needed him, no matter how.

“How about something entirely un-exciting? With no proximity at all?” Gale raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

“I suppose, as long as we could ensure the safety of everyone in a rather large radius, there is no harm in an un-exciting activity between companions.”

“I’ll be right back.” And Tav turned around and walked off before either of them had time to overthink and change their mind.

-

Tav opened their tent and dropped to their knees to search through their inventory. Right. Un-exciting. That should be easy enough. It’s not as if they had been thinking scandalous thoughts about Gale every day from the moment they pulled him out of the portal he was stuck in…

They were fucked.

-

It took Tav longer than planned to collect their things, the persistent grinning and stupid butterflies did not help.

The party had started to die down somewhat when Tav returned to Gale’s tent. They carried a small pile of items, and had covered up a bit with a long-sleeved blouse. Gale was nowhere to be seen, so Tav lifted the flap of his tent and peeked their head inside.

The inside of the tent was dimly lit by several candles, and the smell of incense and old books filled the space. Gale was sitting in the center of the tent and was nervously fidgeting with the pages of a book. He was being irresponsible, putting the safety of many people at risk just to spend some one in one time- wait. One on one time on Tav. With Tav.

His spiraling was interrupted.

“Can I come in?” Tav asked sheepishly.

Gale looked up to Tav and his nervous frown made way for a faux confident smile. “Please, enter my humble abode. It's not much compared to my tower in Waterdeep, but I'll do my best to be a gracious host nonetheless.” He said with a playful bow.

“And I shall be a most gracious guest. For starters I have brought this fine bottle of water, aged for several hours in the finest glass you can find on this side of the Chionthar.”

Gale produced two glasses and Tav dramatically uncorked the bottle and sniffed the cork before swirling the water around the glass and taking a sip. “Ah, beautifully full bodied and with rich notes of Sharran conjuration magic if I’m not mistaken.”

Gale's laughter was deep and low. It made Tav question which of the two was at a higher risk to explode from excitement.

They cleared their throat.

“And for entertainment this evening, I offer two options: a dramatic reading of Mordenkainen Presents: a Metaphysical Disquisition of the Domains of Dread; or: Reflections on the Fabric of Demiplanes. Though we might have to skip the blood-stained parts. I found it on the road.”

“An impressive choice, Tav, Mordenkainen’s writing can be very dry indeed. And you’ve managed to pick a tome that even I struggled to get through during my Academy days. Though I did sleep through most of my classes on planar relativism, and that couldn’t have helped.”

Tav chuckled and said: “I use my copy at home to press flowers, it does the job wonderfully.”

Gale ignored the rush of affection that surged through him and continued: “However, Mordenkainen’s descriptions of the Weave as the fabric of reality are nothing short of erotic, if you ask me.” His slender hands gestured enthusiastically in the way they always did when he got to talk about the Weave. “In fact, he makes some really interesting points on-”

Fuck. Tav pushed away the thoughts of sucking on his fingers and interrupted him before this could turn into a lecture. “In that case, I present option number two: a game of lanceboard.”

“Lanceboard sounds like an excellent idea. Though I hope you aren’t a sore loser, I’ve been quite known to shuffle some knights around in my day.”

Tav scoffed. “You are not the only wizard in this tent, Gale.” Their lips turned into a smirk. “I’m going to kick your ass.”

The plan was working so far. They were both sober-ish, they had a lanceboard's worth of distance between them, and the Wizard of Waterdeep was comfortably unexploded. Though a different type of tension was building now. Between Gale's arrogance, and Tav's determination, neither wanted to lose.

“Oh we’ll see about that, Tav. Calimshan rules?” Gale asked while starting to put the pieces on the board.

“I personally prefer Candlekeep rules, but I’ll allow it.”

“Hmmm, I’m unfamiliar with that specific ruleset, but do elaborate.”

“Candlekeep rules state you must take a shot of liquor for every pawn you lose.” Tav hesitated to explain further, but decided it might help them get the upper hand- consequences be damned. “Oh and you take off an article of clothing for every other type of piece you lose.” They looked straight into Gale’s eyes and held firm until he averted his gaze, the faintest glow of the orb visible on his neck. “Now, you never want to play this style of lanceboard against an ogre with a headband of intellect, he will outdrink and outplay you quite easily, is what I can tell you from experience.”

Laughter filled the tent as you finished putting the pieces on the board. “Perhaps I should have taken that elective in Candlekeep after all.” Gale mused. “But let's stick with Calimshan- for now.”

For now. For now. So many promises of what was to come once the Orb was out of the picture. They cursed the Netherese blight for its existence, its residence in the chest of this specific wizard. The one wizard they were in lo- liked. Liked casually. Tav knew that was a lie, but one they needed right now.

“Of course.” That cursed blush again.

Gale moved the first piece and the game started. The competitive air remained, and they exchanged some light trash talk as the game went on.

“Nice move, did your tressym teach you that one?”

“Perhaps the ogre would have defeated you even without the headband.”

The mages were quite evenly matched.

Until.

Gale made the game changing move of slowly rolling up his sleeves and exposing his forearms.

Thoughts about Gale’s arms and hands filled Tav's mind and distracted them to the point of making a mistake. They had moved their cleric one square too far, leaving a gap in their defense. Mate in 5 turns.

It was obvious that Gale saw his path to victory as well. "Interesting move.” He smirked.

Gods, anything to wipe that smirk off of his face. But alas, nothing they could do about it now.

Although.

One move of his Mystra in any direction would turn the tides. And it was getting rather warm inside the tent. Gale had distracted them- purposefully or not- and two could play at that game. Tav vaguely remembered that the point of this game was to spend the evening without taking their clothes off. To ensure they didn’t incite any arousal. But was any of that really as important as Tav's pride?

Absolutely not.

“Hmmm…”

Tav pretended to be in deep thought and leaned over the board slightly.

“It's so hot in here I can barely think.” they said while pushing back their hair and arching their back. Tav's hands moved to the top button of their blouse. “Do you mind?”

With that, the tension returned. Thick and pressing like the air before a summer storm.

“Please.” Gale’s voice was raspy and desperate.

Tav slowly undid the top button.

Gale’s hands turned into fists.

The second button.

His knuckles white.

Third button.

A heavy breath.

A purple glow.

“You know your Mystra is open, right?”

Tav's voice snapped him out of his trance, and his hand reached for the piece and touched the crown without second thought.

“Wait.” The realization dawned on him. “Oh you sly…” He was searching for a solution, a way out, but-

“Calimshan rules, Gale, the first piece touched is the first piece moved.” It was Tav's turn to smirk. “Mate in 3 turns, I believe?”

He was still frantically looking for a way out until he locked eyes with Tav, whose smile was worth losing anything for. Gale tipped his Mystra over in resignation.

The purple glow subsided somewhat. Gale cleared his throat. “You're going to be the death of me, Tav.”

His words were accusatory, but his tone was full of admiration, desire.

Tav wanted nothing more than to kiss him.

Gale wanted nothing more than to kiss them.

They shouldn't. They really shouldn't.

“I should probably leave.” Tav said reluctantly.

“That would probably be the most rational decision, yes.” They both stood up and Gale led them to the tent's entrance. “Thank you, Tav, for this lovely night. If it would have been up to me, I'd have pushed you away as I've become so accustomed to doing in the last year. But this…”

He took a small step towards Tav and slowly reached for their hand.

“This means more to me than you know.”

His touch sent a shock of excitement through their body, running from their fingers up to their arm, neck, around the ears and down to their chest where it settled, vibrating and ready to burst out.

Gale looked them right in the eyes and he gently lifted their hand up, as if holding something fragile, and placed a kiss on their knuckles. Tav’s lips parted ever so slightly and the entire camp must have been able to hear their heart beat.

“Goodnight, Tav.” And he let go of their hand.

It took a long moment to regain their composure, overwhelmed by the tenderness of it all.

“Goodnight, Gale.”

-

“Sooo, how was your night with Gale? Did you have a long, hard, debate?” Astarion teased.

Tav rolled their eyes.

“No, but I did beat him in a game of lanceboard, if that satisfies your curiosity.”

Gale chimed in: “Well, I wouldn’t say you won, strictly speaking, if anything you’d won in cheating at lanceboard. You see, in tournament rules as written-”

“Sounds like you’re a sore loser, darling.” Astarion said with an amused smile on his face.

“Yes, Gale, don’t you know? All’s fair in love and lanceboard.”

[honeyblackberries]

imagine teaching him how to dance. he’s never done it before, i don't think his kind even have a concept of it. so he was initially confused the moment you put your hands on him and began to sway side to side as a slow song played.

it’s a uniquely human thing isn’t it? hearing a melody and instinctively pulling someone in close to match the tune with unhurried movements. however all your confidence leaves the moment you meet his gaze and see a questioning look on his face. 

"okay this is kinda stupid let's stop" you falter embarrassingly fast. moving to let go of him and make up some excuse for your actions. 

you don’t expect the large arms that wrap around you as you feel yourself getting held in place. "don't get shy on me little one, this is quite fun" he cracks a wide grin. “you should know me well by now, i’ll never pass up an opportunity to hold you close."

this time he’s the one to begin the dance. it’s clumsy and his movements are more of a shuffling of feet but the look in his eyes is bright. “i fear we may have to stay like this the whole night, i don’t think i can let go of you any time soon.”

A/N: this is very non-specific so you can imagine whatever monster you desire however the girlies (gender neutral) must know that I am imagining him as sakh (Ruby Dixon's big blue aliens) or um... true form Sukuna because yk....

[roselilianhale]

The Telepath

Charles Xavier x fem!mutant!reader

Summary: Charles recruits you when looking for other mutants. And you become quite smitten, unbeknownst to you he is too.

Warnings: There may be some grammatical errors and some inconsistantices with X-Men First Class/timeline. Talking about awkwardness and not having the best self esteem but pretty fluffy.

Word Count: 1k

Notes: I'm obsessed thats all I can say!! 🙈😊 and I hope you all enjoy!!

Your POV

You leaned forward as excitement bubbled inside of you. The book you were reading was getting to the best part. You could feel it, everything was coming together like in a nice bow tying it all into one. You smiled giddly, as you read the page. You had been engrossed into your book and you hadn't noticed that someone had sat next to you.

You heard shuffling, perhaps someone picking up a book or sitting next to you? You weren't really sure but you paid no mind too excited for the ending. Lately, you haven't had the time to read or pursue any of your other hobbies but now that you could you were savoring every moment. You turned the page and smiled, you loved where the story was going but you needed to get up. You were far enough that it was the perfect time to take a break, you would be finished with your book in no time. Only a few chapters to go. But, you had been at your library for hours and you needed to stay hydrated. And you of course needed to move around, perhaps go out and eat, etcetera etcetera.

You sighed, as you closed your book. You stood up and noticed a man who was sitting next to you. A cute man. Actually you corrected that he was quite handsome. You couldn't help but notice his slick hair and his nice suit, it suited him well no pun intended. But he also had this look about him that said warmth and love. You felt like you gravitated towards him, he seemed kind especially with his eyes. His eyes were so right about how the eyes were the window of the soul. You didn't need powers to know he had tenderness about him. You noticed he looked like he was reading a book on mutations. Interesting. This made you think of how you had a mutation. You didn't like to think about it too much after all the way the world looks at "mutants" it's unfair and cruel.

You knew this personally. When you were younger you discovered you had powers. You could feel others emotions and project your emotions as well as anyone else's onto another person. Great, right? Not! Especially when feeling others emotions constantly can be draining and you don't want to control others or even your emotions. You didn't want your powers or your mutation to be used to do terrible things to good people. Innocent people, they don't deserve that. You could see it and feel how someone would use your powers, how they would manipulate it. You could imagine this fear of yours vividly. Because you wanted to be left alone, your powers felt useless for good, all you could see was the darkness in them. You didn't want that. You trembled at the thought of someone using you, if anything you would want to inspire others and to help them not destroy. But there was no possibility of that. You shook away your thoughts, you needed to leave and get some food.

You hadn't realized you were staring until the cute man with chestnut hair and striking blue eyes smiled up at you as he sat crossed legged in the wooden chair and he asked, "Interested in mutations as well?" He had a smile that could invite and make someone feel warm and cared for. It made you feel warm and fuzzy inside. You could help but feel reassured and calmer. 

"Huh?" You asked. "Oh! Um, I was lost in thought sorry. I mean they're interesting but I'm no scientist, I'm actually majoring in literature, I'm quite the bookworm." You rubbed the back of your neck, nervously. You couldn't help but chuckle awkwardly. You felt yourself blush and he smiled kindly. He didn't seem to mind, usually people do care. You sometimes would feel awkward but somehow with this stranger you didn't, you felt like yourself. 

"Are you sure about that?" He asked, with quirked eyebrow. You felt confused. What kind of question was that? Okay perhaps that wasn't the dumbest question especially for you sometimes you're nervous and you aren't sure. And yet it doesn't change that you're confused. Did he think there was something more going on? As much as you were smitten with this man you couldn't help but wonder who he was and if he was a creep or something? "Umm of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?" You laughed, nervously confusion etched across your face. 

"You just seem nervous. I don't mean any harm." It was as if he read your mind. Crazy, right? He slowly got up and inched closer. He wasn't too close but not too far. "I'm not going to hurt, alright? I'm going to step forward, all I'm trying to do is talk, okay?" You nodded, still feeling unsure but proceeded with caution. 

"I'm just like you."

"Just like me?" Did he mean a mutant? Or something else like in personality? You felt very confused. 

"Yes, I am a mutant. I can read minds, I am telepath."

You felt panicked rush through you, "H-how? A-at least give me something other than blind faith, give me proof!" You gaped at him, looking at him up and down. There was no way right? Right?

He stepped closer and placed his pointer and index finger on your temples, 'Hello, my name is Charles Xaviar and I am a mutant like I said I'm just like you. And if you don't mind me asking what is your gift?'

"Gift?" You pulled his hands away and you felt frustrated as you yelled at him. You felt guilt rush through you and you clamped your hand over your mouth, you looked around hoping no one heard you but then whispered, "My power is not a gift, I control people's emotions! How is that a gift?" You asked, trembling with anxiety. Tears welled in your eyes, "I can't." You murmured, shaking your head. He reached and wiped your tears away. 

"You can do so much more than that, let me help you!" he pleaded, you leaned away surprised by his devotion and passion to help you. You could swoon if this hadn't been such a serious situation. 

"Can you? Can you actually help me?" You asked, feeling uncertain. 

"If you let me and if you agree to help me." 

"Help you how?" You questioned, quietly. You looked down, deep in thought. Wouldn't it be better to give it a shot then live in fear? You looked back up at him as he said, "By letting me train you, I need your help." He paused and intertwined his hand into yours. You looked down and then back into his eyes, "Please, help us we can't do this without you. A mutant named Shaw is trying to end the human race and only mutants will survive. It will be the end of the world as you know it and you can do something to stop it, if you help us that is." He pleaded with you and you closed your eyes.

For a long time you closed out others emotions but for the first time in a long time you let the emotions glide past you, flow through you. You opened your eyes, you felt his hope and his compassion but you also felt his words ring true. He believed what he said and you knew it was the truth.

"Alright, I'll help you..." You trailed off, you bit your lip suddenly you felt confident as you said, "But you owe me a date." You say with a sly smile. 

He chuckled, a smile was evident on his face and he brushed a strain of your hair out of your face, "It would be my honor. How about I take you on one now?" You weren't one to do something spontaneously but you couldn't say no. For too long have you hidden and said no to opportunities in your life that could have benefited you. You were not going to continue to say no just because you were scared of who you were. 

And so you nodded and took his hand. You felt relieved and excited. You were relieved that you had the confidence to say yes and you felt excited to go with Charles. The chance to use your powers for good made you feel hopeful. Charles made you feel hopeful for the first time in a long time. You grabbed your book and left the library, the two of you walked onto the sidewalk, hand in hand. You leaned onto his shoulder as the two of you talked. You traded off disgusting books and other topics that interested you two. He smiled as you went on about your book. And you felt excited and intrigued when he talked about mutations.  You reached the restaurant and walked inside. You had a good feeling. It'd been a long time since you felt good about your gift. 

After all, maybe your gift wasn't a curse at all. Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise.

The End

[nishirikiluv]

The Thrill of the Chase

pairings: yandere!K x reader

warnings: violence (choking, slapping, biting, hair pulling), restraints, threatening, groping, mentions of kidnapping, drugging, kissing, mentions of sex (no actual smut), please let me know if I've missed anything

a/n: I wrote this at literally 5am...

Your feet ached terribly from all the wounds you recieved in your current escape attempt. Sticks and stones digging into your soft flesh while you tried to run as fast and as far away from that nightmare of a house you were trapped in. You honestly can't even remember how long it's been since he brought you there. All you know is you never wanted to go back.

That's why this pain was bareable.

You ran aimlessly through the forest. Not a town or a single trace of other humans in sight. It was freezing out, and you were exhausted. You stopped to rest and it became eerily silent.

But that was a good thing, right?

If he was around you'd hear something. But you don't so it's safe to rest for a bit. You sat under a tree, resting your back against it and panting heavily.

Once you'd caught your breath, and the fear of beeing caught began to cloud your thoughts again, you got up and started moving again. You only walked for a bit when you finally saw a small cabin not too far ahead.

You ran to it, seeing light and what looked like 2 people inside. The cabin didn't look the most inviting but in your desperate need to feel warm, anything was acceptable. You knocked softly on the door. After a short moment, a tall boy with black hair opened the door.

"Hello Miss, may I help you?" You noticed behind him was an even taller boy with lighter brown hair. "Um, I was wondering.. if it would be okay for me to stay here tonight..?"

Neither of them answered, they only looked at you with matching looks of curiousity. "I'll leave in the morning, I just have no where to go right now.." You bit your lip looking down in embarrasment at how insane you must sound to them.

"Hmm.." You looked up through your lashes to see the taller one seemingly studying you. "Yeah you can stay, come on in!" You couldn't help the surprised gasp that escaped you, "really?!" They both nodded and ushered you inside.

They sat you down on the couch and offered you some warm tea. You thanked them and sipped on it, already feeling yourself warm up. "What's your name by the way?" The shorter one asked.

"I'm Y/n"

Once you shared your name, they exchanged a glance with each other. "Wonderful, nice to meet you. I'm Euijoo and that's Nicholas." the taller one flashed a close eyed smile to you as he introduced the two of them.

"Would you like a change of clothes, you look awfully cold in that" Nicholas offered. "Actually that would be really nice, thank you." He left to go grab those for you when Eujioo looked down at your feet. "What happened..?" he asked pointing to them.

"Ah.. I forgot shoes and theres a lot of sharp sticks on the floors around here" you laughed nervously and finished the last sip of your tea. "I'll get you something for that!" He left before you could respond, and Nicholas was back with some clothes.

He directed you to a room you could change in, so you changed and went back to the couch where Euijoo was waiting for you. "This might sting a little but it'll help to clean your feet so those cuts don't get infected." He handed you some disinfectant, "Thank you so much, you both are so kind." You cleaned all the wounds on your feet, they did sting but not terribly.

You yawned suddenly feeling your exhaustion catch up to you. "You can rest over in that room you changed in." Nicholas smiled warmly at you. You thanked them both again and he helped walk you to the room. Once you layed on the bed you drifted off to sleep immediately.

The next morning when you woke up, you were met with Euijoo placing a fresh set of clothes on the nightstand by the bed you were in. "Ah, you're awake! These are new clothes for you. I made breakfast for the two of us." You thanked him, changed into the clothes, and joined him for breakfast.

"Nicholas isn't here?" He shook his head, pouring a glass of juice for you. "He left early in the morning to do something." You nodded your head and thanked him for the breakfast, eating all the delicious food he made.

After a little while of staying with Euijoo you decided it would probably be best to leave before it got dark. "Euijoo I'm sorry I think I should be on my way now, thank you so much for everthing! Please thank Nicholas for me as well." He shook his head, directing you to the window. "You can't go, there's going to be a storm." However, the sky had not a single cloud in sight. "Are you sure? The skies look clear to me." He nodded and insisted it was very unsafe and ultimately convinced you to stay another night.

You and Euijoo had spent the day together watching TV and talking. Once it became later you noticed there hadn't been any storm, the weather was clear as you suspected. It felt too late to roam around now though, so you'd stay just one more night.

"Nicholas is back." Euijoo smiled brightly and went to open the door for him. "Oh, You brought company?" You couldn't help your curiousity, peeking over to see who entered with Nicholas. The man was tall like them and he walked in with a hoodie on and his face covered. Weird.

Nicholas greeted you and whispered something to Euijoo who's eyes widened and he nodded. They both walked outside together saying they'd be right back. You were left alone with the strange man who had been staring at you since the moment he arrived.

You awkwardly shifted on the couch when you saw him walking towards you. For some reason your anxiety began to rise the closer he got to you. He simply sat next to you on the couch, a little too close in your opinion, but it wasn't that big of a deal.

You could still feel his eyes burning into the side of your face, but you refused to look up at him. Instead you looked down at your hands in your lap, fiddling with your fingers awkwardly. It was dead silent when he let out a soft chuckle, causing you to jump slightly.

You finally looked up at him, into his eyes, noticing the familiarity of them. You gasped and shifted away slightly. He pulled down the coverings from his face and you trembled in fear. "N-no... No! W-why are you here?!" You felt tears well up in your eyes and your breathing became heavy.

He flashed a smile so innocent at you that anyone who saw it would never expect him to be such a violent and cruel man. However, you knew him differently. "My precious darling, Y/n... I hope you had fun on your little adventure here. It's time to come home."

You shook your head rapidly and stood up, backing away and putting distance between you two. "I- I'm not going anywhere with you, Kei." You backed away to the front door, not taking your eyes off him so you could watch his movements. "You don't have a choice, baby." The sinister smirk he wore sent chills down your spine, but you weren't letting him win without a fight. You fiddled with the doorknob behind your back and once it opened you ran back into the woods, with no sense of where to go.

Anywhere away from him was okay.

You could hear him chasing not far behind you. "Fuck- ouch!" You stepped on a particularly sharp rock, but you couldn't stop, he's faster and has more stamina than you.

The further you ran, the more you felt it getting harder to breathe. You'd been running for a while, and when you turned back you didn't see Kei there. You looked around while trying to catch your breath. You walked and walked and he was no where.

You spotted Nicholas and Euijoo ahead, so you ran to them. "Guys! Please help me!" They looked at you this time with expressionless eyes, "Where'd you run off to, Y/n" Nicholas asked as Euijoo and him moved to both sides of you, each grabbing an arm. "I was.. what are you guys doing..?" You tried to shake them off but they only held onto you tighter. "We're helping you, of course." They walked you back in the direction you came from.

That's when you saw him. You finally realized this whole setup was a trap. "No- Stop, I don't want to go back!" Tears spilled from your eyes again and you used all your strength trying to get Nicholas and Euijoo off of you but they looked unphased and if anything, slightly annoyed.

Kei walked up to you, caressing your cheek softly, before landing a harsh slap across it. More tears fell from your eyes at the stinging pain in your now red cheek. "You should've never run away from me. I trust you know what's going to happen when we get home."

You couldn't even form a reply, the situation causing you to feel drowned in sorrow. He tangled his fingers in your hair, tugging roughly, forcing you to look up at him. You winced at that and his other hand came up to wipe your tears away. "When will you learn..." he sighed and you closed your eyes sniffling softly. You then felt a sharp poke in your neck, your eyes shot open. He injected you with it and within seconds you were out. Nicholas and Euijoo handed you over to him and he carried you back to your "home".

When you woke up, your hands were tied above your head and your mouth was gagged. He had you lying in bed, wearing his favorite little dress. You struggled uncomfortably, huffing at how tight the restraints were.

He walked in to see you squirming in the bed. "Aw, you're awake my love. That's good, I think we need to talk." He climbed on top of you, his hands on either side of your head. He slotted one knee between your legs and kept the other one to your side. Your breathing became rapid in fear and frustration.

He leaned down burrying his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent and sighing in satisfaction. It disgusted you how infatuated he was with you. "You know.." he trailed one of his hands softly along your neck, "you made me really angry with that stunt you pulled." He wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing and constricting your airflow. Your protests and whines were muffled by the gag and he watched in amusement at the way your hands tried so desperately to get free and stop him.

He tightened his grip causing tears to spill from your eyes yet again, "What's wrong baby? You can't breathe?" He chuckled, removing the gag from your mouth to hear your cries clearly. He let go after another moment, you coughed and gasped catching your breath.

He gripped your jaw harshly, fingers digging into your cheeks. "You're such a pretty little thing tied up like that, baby." He pressed his lips against yours, sucking on your lower lip. You didn't reciprocate the kiss, feeling nauseous from the thought. He bit down on your lip, causing you to flinch and squirm. He pulled a knife from the drawer by the bed, "If you don't kiss me, I'll slit your fucking throat, darling." You gulped and nodded, so when his lips were on yours again, you leaned into it and moved yours against his.

He set the knife down, sliding his hands across your body. He squeezed your boobs through the fabric of your dress, you whined and shut your eyes tight. You writhed beneath him wanting his hands off you. He pressed his knee that was between your legs up against your cunt, "The more you fight, the more I just want to fuck you." You shook your head, pleading with him not to, of course he only laughed in response. "Your body belongs to me, I'll do what I want with it. Besides, I'm in the mood now to have a little fun with you."

"Don't think I've forgotten about your punishment though, it'll just stay postponed until later."

[stereopticons]

On This Day in Schitt's Creek: May 14

2019

Everything That I Am [david/patrick, G, 11,213] by lucianowriter

David wants to marry Patrick. Then his anxiety and the universe gets in his way. Now they are both on the fight of their lives to get their happy ending. Will they cross that finish line?

i'll be waiting [david/patrick, G, 1,798] by my_middle_name_is_awkward

There’s more silence and he swears he can feel the anxiety coming off of David and through the phone. “Hey, David?” “Hmm?” “I’ll be here when you’re ready to be with me again. Take your time.”

isn't that the cutest thing... [david/patrick, T, 1,074] by @startswithhope

Alexis witnesses a sweet moment between David and Patrick and has a few revelations. Set at the end of “Asbestos Fest”. This is another of my missing kisses fics, but can also be read as a standalone.

Strange Brew [david/patrick, E, 8,509] by @codswalloping

“We’ve got to call that vendor,” Patrick said. “Did you keep her card? You didn’t throw it away, did you?” “Um,” David said, running his hands down his chest now, his arms, oh god Patrick’s arms. “I don’t…I think so? Hang on, though, could we just...explore this, for a few minutes, maybe, because it’s actually kind of—” “David.” Patrick came over and gripped him by the shoulders, looking very serious, and David was in awe; that was hot, that was very hot, that I-mean-business-NOW look on his own face. He’d have to try it, practice it in a mirror, once he got it back.

Taking [david/sebastien, E, 3,608] by @owltranslator

David goes to Sebastien's room that night to get back the memory card...and possibly some of his pride.

2020

[podfic] A Mice Day [david/patrick, G, podfic] by @sunlightsymphony

Standing in the middle of the kitchen, fully on top of one of the chairs they picked up at an antique sale, is David, his hands up by his face, eyes darting around frantically. There’s a box of kitchen utensils spilling its contents over the wood floor at the base of the chair. Sweat drips down his back as Patrick’s breaths come in ragged gasps. His fear that something awful happened has left him with an excess of adrenaline coursing through his body that brings on shakes. He forces himself to grip the door jamb and closes his eyes and counts to ten. When he opens his eyes again David hasn’t moved more than his eyes. “David, baby, what happened?” David turns wide eyes to Patrick and he releases another sequence of unintelligible squeaks. Patrick forced himself to release his grip on the wall. David is fine. David is fine physically, but still terrified. Patrick takes a step toward him, smile edging up the side of his face. He needs to needle David out of the fear. “You’re going to have to try actual words, now. Unfortunately, my ears can’t make out that frequency.”

[Podfic] the cutting edge of a cute button face [david/patrick, T, podfic, CW: violence] by Amanita_Fierce

"But. Killing people is..." David never thought he could find Patrick's amused smile so menacing. "What, David? Incorrect?"

a father's job is never done... [david/patrick, G, 341] by @startswithhope

Johnny takes a moment to himself during Patrick's surprise birthday party at the cafe.

Everything Looks Beautiful [alexis/twyla, T, 1,297] by @of-stardust-and-sunlight

When Alexis had first arrived at Schitt’s Creek, she never once would have expected that she would miss it. And when Twyla had first served them at the café, she’d definitely never expected that she would miss her. [post season 6. Twyla visits Alexis]

Hammock [david/patrick, NR, 617] by @maxbegone

Patrick loves seeing David like this each morning. - Sleepy, early morning cuddles between David and Patrick on the hammock the definitely got for their backyard.

Hold me now, it's hard for me to say I'm sorry - a series of season five vignettes [david/patrick, E, 3,155] by @cheesecurdsgravyandfries

A series of ten vignettes highlighting the navigation and resolution of conflict, and a few other softer situations, in David and Patrick's relationship through physical touch. Sex. I mean sex. Mostly. Like pretty much entirely. Follows Like a virgin - a series of vignettes from season four that highlights the development of David and Patrick's physical relationship.

just me and my birthday suit [david/patrick, T, 381] by @maybewecandreamalittle

David sees something on TikTok that he wants to try with Patrick

You Come to Me, Come to Me Wild and Wired [david/patrick, E, 6,271] by @floosilver8

Patrick fell in love the moment he met David. For David, it took a little longer to get past just wanting to fuck Patrick’s brains out. The continuing sexploits of Schitt's Creek. You don't need to read the others in the series to follow this one.Canon compliant, expands David’s POV for S3E8 through S4E2 and fills in some gaps. No one *needed* this, but it’s in the world now.

2021

[Podfic] Hammock [david/patrick, G, podfic] by @schittposting

Patrick loves seeing David like this each morning. - Sleepy, early morning cuddles between David and Patrick on the hammock the definitely got for their backyard.

[podfic] i got a feeling (there's a miracle due) [twyla & jocelyn, G, podfic] by @hullomoon

"I'm okay. Really, I'm fine." Twyla tries a strained smile. "I'm used to being alone." "I know," Mrs. Schitt says after a moment. Her eyes are kinder than they have any right to be. "But that doesn't mean you have to be." When Twyla's mom doesn't pick her up from high school, Mrs. Schitt gives Twyla a ride home. [podfic of i got a feeling (there's a miracle due)]

A (Fifth) Year In the Life [david/patrick, T, 4,782] by @agoodpersonrose

David and Patrick's fifth year of marriage, as shown through a selection of their tweets.

Grow As We Go [david/patrick, G, 2,217] by @neelyo67 @landofsonlali

David finds that spending time in Moira’s Rose’s Garden can be very calming as he stresses over his new business. Until his birthday when he gets a surprise.

Happy Anniversary to Us [johnny/moira, M, 1,141] by orphan_account

Johnny and Moira enjoy some time together after the barn party on their first anniversary in Schitt’s Creek.

It's a Vibe [david/patrick, E, 5,909] by @dazedwriter1

The first thing the internet told Patrick was to go to hospital. He knew he should go. But he also knew he couldn't drive himself, not with something lodged in his ass. And there's no way he's going to involve Ray in this mess. He briefly thought of Stevie, but they'd only met the day before and texting someone you barely know to come help you dislodge something out of your ass isn't exactly a great first impression. Which left... David. "I can't." Patrick said to the empty room. "David can't know about this." OR Patrick got something stuck in his ass one night. He calls on the only person he knows in Schitt's Creek, who happens to also be his new business partner and the man he wants more than anything, David.

make us official [stevie/ruth, M, 4,035] by @sarahlevys

"I guess I never really thought about marriage that much, before." "Because you never saw yourself getting married?" Ruth asks. Her voice is a little softer this time, like she thinks Stevie's feeling vulnerable. Stevie hates that she's right. "You have to love someone hard enough to want that," Stevie says finally. Someone has to love her hard enough, too. OR: a wedding weekend makes Stevie think about herself, her relationship, and her future.

Slap Happy [david/patrick, E, 1,699] by @petrodobreva

The David spanks Patrick fic that at least two people asked for and everybody wants ;)

2022

All in the Hands [david/patrick, NR, 3,495] by @ficsfromabrokenchair

David is the founder and sole owner of Rose Apothecary. Almost a year into business he visits a potential vendor at his pottery studio. Turns out it's Patrick Brewer, the creative mind behind Apollo Ceramics.

It's a Beautiful Day [david/patrick, T, 7,250] by @a-noble-dragon

Elmdale ER is always loud at all times of the day, and tonight is no exception. As Patrick heads towards the nearest cubicle, he hears a raised voice railing against some injustice or other and he lets out a sigh, before plastering on his friendly Doctor’s smile and pulling the curtains open. The whizz of the curtain draws the attention of the patient sitting on the bed. Patrick is pinned to the spot by flashing dark eyes that belong to the most impossibly gorgeous man he’s ever seen in real life. A man who is scowling right at him as Patrick remains immobile, caught in his gaze.

Pretty Paper [david/patrick, T, 2,948 + art] by @five678patty

Patrick’s first wedding anniversary gift to David didn’t land quite the way he had expected.

The Blood In Your Veins Knows The Way To My Heart [david/patrick, M, 1,019] by YouWereAlwaysGonnaBeTheOne

David loves a lot of things about his husband. Especially his vascular tendencies.

Together, Alone [david/patrick, T, 26,194] by @tyfinn

David and Patrick drop Maddy off at college and have to adjust to it being just the two of them again. There are a few references from the Rings Around Your Heart story, so if you are so inclined, you may want to check that one out.

Twitch of the Morning [david/patrick, E, 1,037] by @legalgal421

David sees Patrick working out and is aroused. Then, he sees something else and can't control himself.

You Ruined Everything (In The Nicest Way) [david/patrick, T, 1,818] by @lesbiantism

Patrick and (reluctantly) David dogsit for Bob. David finds that he’s more okay with this than he originally thought he’d be.

2023

[Podfic] Beautiful People Everywhere [david & clint, G, podfic] by @trueillusion82

An audio recording of MoreHuman's ficlet featuring David and Clint bonding over something unexpected.

Brow Hair in His Eyes [gen, T, 439] by @wearpersistencewell

Moira spots a handsome stranger while drinking with her boss. Or, the very short Mad Men crossover no one asked for.

Coconut [david/patrick, G, 100] by @ramonaflow

100 words based on the Tumblr prompt: Coconut

May Showers [david/patrick, G, 200] by @a-noble-dragon

Sometimes a little rain must fall, but that's more than ok... Patrick admires his garden through the rain speckled window.

slushy [david/patrick, G, 709] by @aoubooming

Patrick has had a long week and he deserves a treat. He gets that and more when he stops by the convenience store for some tea and meets David Rose.

2024

Olive [david/patrick, M, 100] by @ramonaflow

Shorts for Princess of Schitt's Creek [gen, G, 500] by @gingerann

Just a collection of short things that go with my Princess of Schitt's Creek series.

Stats:

No fanworks for 2017 or 2018 2019: 5 fics/26,202 words 2020: 8 fanworks (6 fics, 2 podfics)/12,229 words 2021: 8 fanworks (6 fics, 2 podfics)/19,834 words 2022: 7 fanworks (6 fics, 1 fic + art combo)/43,761 words 2023: 5 fanworks (4 fics, 1 podfic)/1,456 words 2024: 2 fics/600 words Total: 35 fanworks (29 fics, 5 podfics, 1 fic + art combo)/104,152 words

[manias-wordcount]

Hello!!! I was wondering if you could write one for Howl with an insecure s/o? I absolutely love your Howl!

Monster on Your Shoulder (Howl Jenkins Pendragon x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼!!!!

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚! 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗮𝗷𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗶𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗲𝘀 𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝘆 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘆.

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

All your life, there’s been a monster sitting on your shoulder.

  In some moments it’s small. It’s tiny- puny even. It’s got two curled horns with points at the end, and its skin is your least favorite color and is leathery. It wears a cruel sneer on its face- something you can only see. Its teeth are sharp, and its nails are even sharper. But even so, you can brush it off with the flick of a wrist. You can tune out its whispers with a shake of your head. It may try to hurt you then but with teeth so minuscule and claws that small, you can deal with a few bites or two. But sometimes…sometimes it’s large. 

  Sometimes, it’s big and it’s bad and it does more than just sit on your shoulder. Sometimes it hangs from your neck and forces you to drag it along. Its teeth are sharper now. Its words have more bite with each syllable it speaks. So sometimes it shouts all kinds of things that only you can hear. And its nails are sharper now. They don’t just scratch at your skin- it points too. Sometimes it points out all kinds of things that only you can see. About yourself. About only yourself. 

  All your life, there’s been a monster sitting on your shoulder. And you thought it would remain that way for the rest of your life. But now…

  “I’m sorry my dear, I don’t think I realized this about you until now.”

  …but now you have a feeling that things might be different. That things might change. 

  “Um, Howl…” You murmur, your eyes still downcasted as you keep your gaze rooted to the floor. You couldn’t bear to look up. Not now. Not while Howl's wide and kind stare is burning holes into the back of your head. You’ve been so good at hiding it. You’ve been so good at not telling. No one would hear the monster as you do. No one would hear the monster as you do. But Howl…Howl was a different story. Howl is the first wizard you’ve ever met. The first wizard you’ve ever grown this close to. So you can’t help but wonder. You can’t help but fear. “...you don’t have to do this, you know. I’m fine, I promise.”

  You can’t help but wonder and fear if Howl will be the first person who sees the monster who lives right beside you.

  It’s a scary thought. An ugly part of you that you hoped he never had the displeasure of seeing. But as you grew close to him, you started to grow clumsy. As you grew close to him, you started to grow sloppy. So long were the days of carefully planning elaborate schemes to keep the monster at bay during the day. With Howl along, you were far too busy smiling and laughing and being happy to concern yourself with the monster. It could whisper from your shoulder all it wanted, and you would be fine. You would be free. But then one day, it came back.

  You can point to a whole list of events that helped it grow. You can think of a million and one reasons why the monster is choosing to shout now of all days. You can think of a billion and one things the monster will point out to you as soon as you take a second to look. To just look. At yourself in the mirror. At yourself and all your flaws. But…

  “Oh, but my dear, I have some much to show you.” The warm glide of his voice is so exciting. The way his hands move from his side to have one rest on your hip and to use the other to cup your chin. He doesn’t force you to look up, but his touch sends sparks and shivers up and down your skin. The type of sparks that send the butterflies in your stomach tumbling. The type of shivers that steal away your breath and breathe it for you. And as you look down at the ring-decorated hand now splayed against your torso as he holds you close, you’re not sure who is a harder battle to fight. “I just need you to look up for me first. Just for a moment. Can you do that for me?”

  You want to.

  You wanted to do anything he ever told you to do from the moment you met him. You wanted to listen to him instead of the monster. But sometimes the monster can be loud. Sometimes, it can be so, so loud. It took forever for Howl to convince you to come with him. It took the monster no time at all to tell you how much of a nuisance you’ve been. How much of a problem you serve to be. How much of a pain you are to him. Even now as Howl’s arm starts to wrap around your waist and his thumb starts to rub small circles into your cheek, it’s hard to know whose voice is right. Which hand you should take. Because on the inside, it should be so easy. On the inside, you know exactly what you want to do. But it’s hard. It’s so, so hard. 

  So you keep your eyes down. And you shake your head. In that moment, your throat grows tight. In that moment, your breathing grows tense. And in that moment, a trail of something familiar and wet drips onto your cheeks and trails down ever so slowly. So you lift up your hands, and you lift them up nice slow. It was a mistake to come here, you tell yourself as the monster just told you. Nothing but a mistake. When your hands are high enough, you reach for your torso so you can pull the offending arm off of your waist. Except when you try to go for it…

  …he doesn’t let go.

  “Howl…” You whisper, a crack already forming in your voice. Your hands are now pulling at the fabric of his white shirt. Your grip is feasible. Your efforts are pitiful. And your tears are falling just a little faster now. This is a battle you want to fight. This is a battle you won’t win. Because you don’t want to. Because you don’t want to. “...Howl…”

  Because he won’t let you.

  “My dear.” He’s gentle with you. A voice like honey. A touch like a feather. He’s more gentle with you in this moment than the monster has ever been in your lifetime. So you don’t fight him off as you start to tilt your head up and up and up to face the sight in front of you. “I insist.”

  Because you know deep down that has he already won. You both know that.

So you close your mouth, and you let the tears fall openly. Freely. And without fault as Howl guides your face to look at the full-length mirror in front of you. For there is nothing that he will say that you haven’t seen. Nothing he will see that the monster hasn't already pointed out to you. Nothing. Except…

  “There we go. I was starting to wonder where you went, my dear.”

  …the monster is gone. Right before your eyes.

  Your breath hitches as you blink once. Twice. But only your gaze and the one of a handsome young wizard and all his beauty look back at you through the mirror. You eye your left shoulder. You eye your right shoulder. But the monster you have come to accept as the horrible fate assigned to you has disappeared from view. No, it is not small for it has never been small enough that you couldn’t see it. And no, it has not wandered off from your shoulder- looking for someone else to torment. No, the monster is yours and yours alone to bear. 

  But it is only kind blue eyes that look back at you in the mirror instead of sockets full of hellfire. It is only silk that brushes against your skin instead of leather and poisoned dreams. It is only Howl. It is only Howl. Howl that sees you. Howl that holds you.

  “My perfect little starlight.”

  Howl that loves you. 

  Despite the monster that tries to tell you otherwise.

[obsessedwrhys]

I need some Korin x reader dating headcanons please 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

I just love him so much 😭😭😭

|| KORIN DATING HEADCANONS ||

ᯓ★ just lots of fluff and some angst (maybe?), reader is gn!!

Your relationship is the definition of the grumpy x sunshine trope

He's used to the cruelty of life so when you showed him such kindness, he didn't felt like he deserved it

Even though that's what he tells himself, he can't help but sometimes steal glimpses at what you were doing

There was this one time you caught him staring and his eyes went ridiculously wide, he quickly looked away and tried to act as though he hadn't been watching you but it was too late, you already saw him

You've offered him fruits once and he couldn't deny how much his heart flattered at your kind gesture. You even decorated the basket with flowers and ribbons

Sooner or later, he'll start to connect two to two and came to realise he had feelings for you. Fearing you wouldn't feel the same, he would do almost anything to avoid you but it was hard to do so when you'd always look for him

I'd feel like the confession would happen at a bad timing when you confront him on avoiding you

Scenario ↴

You stood behind Korin who was peeking over the tree, seeming to be keeping an eye out for someone. When you tapped on his shoulder, his body jumped and he turned to face you with a startled look.

"Korin? What are you doing?" You questioned since you never see him act like this.

"Oh uh... sorry I have to get going" He tried to walk away but you stepped in his way.

"I may be nice but that doesn't mean I'm a pushover. I've noticed how you've been avoiding me. Did I do something wrong that offended you?" You asked since that's what you've been overthinking about ever since his behaviour changed.

"Nono...! Of course not, it's more complicated than that"

"Complicated? What's so complicated?? Is it that I'm too kind to you? If it's making you uncomfortable I can stop—"

"Don't...! Ah... um..." He rubbed his neck, struggling to get himself out of the situation.

"You're making me worry..." You frown and the sight of you being upset pained him even more.

"I can't say because I'm afraid you'd hate me for it"

"Why would I hate you?"

"Because I love you..." Your eyes widened at his words but soon you started to glare at him.

"You idiot! Is that your reason for ignoring me?!"

".... I'm... confused...?"

"I love you too you big moron!!!"

When the relationship became official, a lot of people couldn't believe it. They literally had to see it themselves in order to believe the rumours

Despite how scary he looks, he's actually really freaking shy, especially when he's in public with you

That's why he refrains from the idea of PDA because he thinks he might have a heart attack if he does, the only exceptions would be holding hands and hugs if one of you are in need of comfort

Because from his perspective of things, he thinks that's what makes your relationship more special if you guys kept the lovey dovey stuff to yourselves

The kisses would mean so much more, the cuddles would feel a lot more relaxing. Just the two of you sharing the moment

His kisses are definitely soft and tender. He treats you as though you're fragile, that's because he's so incredibly in love with you that he wishes to never harm you in any way

That's also why it took you two a very long time to finally share the same bed together, because apparently he would have nightmares where he'd wake up panting heavily, cold sweat covering his body from head to toe

But after sharing the first night with you, he realised how having you close seemed to make the nightmares better. Ever since then, he'd only have them on some nights and he's super grateful everytime you were able to comfort him and be patient with him

He cherishes you so much.

That's why he'll try to cook you dinner or breakfast when you were too tired to move. He's not that much of an expert at cooking but he did pick up some skills from his experience at survival. Regardless, you were grateful at his actions

Even though you were in a healthy relationship with him, he was still insecure about himself. How could someone as perfect as you be with someone broken like him?

Specifically, he's very insecure of his arms. You've caught him trying to move them out of the way every time you laid down to cuddle with him. It was when you reassured him that you didn't care and proceeded to shower his hand with kisses was when he truly wanted to marry you

He's not much of a tease but if you ever did tease him, he'd lose it, ESPECIALLY if you did it in public

"I'm so happy for you two!! How did you guys even get together?" A refugee from the camp asked

"Oh, well I was actually the one who had to clear things up. He was constantly running away from me like a rabbit!"

"(Y/N)!"

"Just imagining him with bunny ears and a tail makes the memory even more adorable"

"(Y/N)... please..."

Even after the relationship was made official. He'd still secretly watch what you were doing, but its not like he's stalking you, its more like you two could be in the same room and he'd turn his attention to you every now and then to see what you were up to

This is also another of his ways to see what you liked doing

If you happen to like playing musical instruments, he'd be thrilled to have you teach him

Damian is 100% like your son. You guys treat him so well that people think you're both qualified to be parents

When Granny Dahnie said what everyone was thinking, you could see Korin blush a deep shade of red as he was stuttering all over the place when trying to deny her words

Though he had to admit, he did give the idea some thought. He thinks you're the one and he's willing to share those experiences with you

He also hates to see you sad, it always feels like a part of him dies when he sees you cry. You're like the sunshine in his life. That's why he always tries his hardest to comfort you

He'd have his arms wrapped securely around your trembling body as you sobbed on his shoulders, his hands rubbing your back gently to try to calm you down

"Shh... it's okay... I'm here, you're not alone... I'll go through this with you together..."

I feel like his petnames would be more old fashion, the ones he commonly uses are darling and sweetheart

You probably don't know but he actually has a small photograph of you and him that he keeps in his pockets. Damian being the genius behind the invention

He looks at it whenever you were away that he starts missing you, or when he needed a reminder of how loved he was

Honestly? 100/100 SWEET LOVE!!

(Sorry if this was kinda short, I'm trying to do a lot of characters lol 😵)

[lostonmyroad]

Moments That I Want Tattooed On My Forehead From S-Classes That I Raised Chapters 70-90

As always, BEWARE OF SPOILERS!!! Future chapters may be referenced!!!

Omg i forgot how much I loved these arcs. Taejinjae squad is forming (i mean they're 5 seconds away from murdering each other but still)

Chapters 70-80

yerim roasting yoojin’s grandpa-like naming tendencies as she should. naming the unicorns black and white???

yoojin wanting to go to an escape room cafe with yerim and yoohyun :))) AND THEN THEY ACTUALLY DO GO LMFAO (with some property damage involved i'm sure)

yoohyun casually checking whether he needs to get rid of (murder) myeongwoo once he finds out that yoojin didn't actually know him

yoohyun and hyuna tag teaming to defend yoojin in front of the Association!!! Squad goals!!!

yoojin worrying about myeongwoo :)) myeongwoo not caring that yoojin lied to him ;)) wholesome as hell...if you can't tell this is one of my favorite relationships in the series

yoojin’s monster protection squad!!

really small detail that hyj thought shj would give myeongwoo a bouquet also. no sir that privilege (curse?) is for you only. 

lmao yoohyun knowing that the way to get to myeongwoo is to be nice to yoojin

myeongwoo praising yoojin on national tv, on a live broadcast the world is watching. as he should!!!

yoojin: please don’t look at me please don’t look at me

yoojin’s fear of the media and what ppl are saying about him :((

fully grown Peace!! love Peace and Yoohyun’s not-friendship

yoojin: let me go in an A rank dungeon PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

everyone else around him: i’m getting gray hairs

moon hyuna pulling up in her red sports car with the drip is incredible

shj, @ the han brothers: you guys are freaks :)))

yoojin: should i call shj ahjusshi?? (please don't)

shj calling them his kids ajfjejxkwksk

shj and hyj flirting has begun. please reread the chapters and enjoy

not yoojin babysitting 3 s ranks at the same time

"I mean, I'd just wanted to regress and live comfortably. Why was I now in an A-rank dungeon packed with S-ranks? If I'd agreed when Yoohun-ie had said to just live locked up for 3 years, um... would we have gotten an 'end of the world ending?" rip yoojin

they’re all so worried about him :)

“i only had to work myself to the bone for 10 years” if you say so buddy

yoojin being worried about the world possibly ending

hyuna trying to protect? yoojin from hyunjae (or just keep him to herself) either way thank you queen

YOOJIN SCOLDING THEM FOR FIGHTING mom energy off the charts

yoojin telling everyone i love you is comedy gold every. single. time. and also very wholesome

yoojin going full manipulate malewife threatening them (the s-ranks) with myeongwoo

chirpie and it’s wack L rank skill..the mystery

i love seeing yoojin directing dungeon raids. geunseo really knows how to write settings/action!! and yoojin’s perspective is so fun to follow

YERIM GIVING YOOJIN A PRINCESS CARRY YEAHHHH

keyword has been applied to hyuna my beloved

shj making yoojin almost faint and then giving him his coat. they're a mess

shj failed kidnapping attempt. we’ll get em next time. yoojin stop getting kidnapped challenge

yoojin causing chaos every time he enters a dungeon

yoojin fainting like a maiden 10/10

yoojin you’re literally in the hospital. chill out for like five seconds (he proceeds to destroy his hospital room via dokkaebi)

shj: i will buy your love :)) (turns out its kind of effective)

NOAH ENTRANCE NOAH ENTRANCE

chapters 80-90

i haven’t really mentioned the dokkaebi but they’re so cute

yoojin destroying his hospital room lmao. this is not reassuring anyone that he knows how to make good decisions 

SONG TAEWON MAKES HIS DEBUT!!! repressed government worker of my dreams

shj deliberately crashing into song taewon’s crusty ass car and then stealing his job as tour guide. freak 4 freak

yerim and shj: working together on making life more difficult for song taewon

Comet the dragon is so cute omgggg

Kang Soyoung having a million speeding tickets so true bestie

KANG SOYOUNG AND HYUNA GOING TO AN ESCAPE ROOM TOGETHER!!! AND GETTING THE FASTEST TIME BECAUSE THEY BROKE IT LMFAOOO

hyunjae freaking yoojin out by flirting with him. but like yoojin can’t help flirting back i love them

stw joking around with yoojin and yerim about randomly arresting people??? lmao??? comedy king??

yoojin worried yerim is becoming a delinquent (too late bestie this ship has sailed)

yoojin saying he's never commited any crimes and then internally going "...I'd committed murder, threatening, and assault. But I wouldn't get caught for those" we love a self aware king

song taewon casually revealing that he ends up investigating yoohyun every three months. i believe it. yoohyun a certified freak

song taewon: so your brother is a freak just thought I'd let you know

there are so many different people who independently tell yoojin that his brother is a freak. yoohyun be normal challenge

infamous song taewon choking yoojin out to see if he’s truly lost his sense of danger scene!!! honestly yoojin this was necessary

fear resistance and the fourth wall: being absolutely fucked

love that yoojin's solution to this is should i start watching horror movies at home??

yoojin: i cant apply the “i love you” keyword to stw because he’ll take it TOO seriously like yeah that's the real reason you can't do that

YERIM IN A SUIT YERIM IN A SUIT

NOAH NOAH NOAH

yoojin wishing he’d gotten hurt instead of yerim :((

small detail of the healer being Indian! as an indian person woo hoo

"...I stepped towards Noah. But the moment I took a single step...my shoulders were grabbed. Both of them, at that. Sung Hyunjae and Song Taewon looked down at me simultaneously. The duo's expressions were different, but somehow they felt familiar." my longest yeah boy ever

taejinjae squad starting to form!!

yoojin seeing a terrible older sibling: it’s on sight (rip Riette)

"You two seem to get along well. Should I alos strangle you once?" LMAOOO i don’t even know man shj is wild

starting to get reveals of the han brothers past… god their parents…

hyunjae being a shady shit behind the scenes

noah is just a baby boy. he’s a baby dragon. baby boy

yoojin going full mother hen on yoohyun after he comes out of his solo dungeon raid

yoohyun grudgingly accepting others because they’re also protecting yoojin

chapter 89 yoohyun is something that is so so special to me

not shj fueling the violence by sending yoohyun picture of a) the damaged hospital room b) evidence of stw choking yoojin out and c) evidence of noah hurting yoojin

KANCOEDI YOOHYUNS CLOSET FULL OF CELL PHONES BC HE KEEPS BREAKING THEM

yoojin not being afraid of yoohyun or peace with fear resistance off :))

chapter 90 fight between yoohyun and noah is. chefs kiss

yoohyun asking where yerim got hurt!!! i mean it’s partially so he has a reason to beat up Noah but!! he does care!!

I'd say this is where the plot really starts (80+ chapters in lmao), especially with the fight againt the SS-rank babbar.

[fuckssake123]

Ok, just for a moment, come to the dark side with me. 😈 Did it ever occur to any of you dim wits that this is N actually saying “L & A are together, accept it?”

No? Ok, so just hear me out.

Let’s pretend for a second that N actually is trying to drive home to everyone that she and L are actually just friends but we, in our need to fulfill our own selfish desires, are just refusing to see it or believe it?

I’m not quite sure when the common sense train left the tracks but I know many of you were on when it happened.

Stay with me because I have something for everyone.

Let’s discuss the obvious clues L has given as to why he may not behave, according to our standards, as a loving boyfriend to A in public.

1. He’s not big on public displays of affection.

2. He’s fiercely private.

3. He’ll go to great lengths to protect his loved ones.

I know you’re going to bring up his affection to N in public. But be fucking for real. They had a job to do and they did it. Period.

With A, he knows people don’t like her and I tend to think his stressed out look with her in public is a defense mechanism and an indication that his protection level of her is Def Con 1 and he is daring anyone to speak ill of her in front of him.

You guys see a man who is dead inside and miserable when he’s with her. I see a man who is protecting his woman and keeping private what is sacred to them. She, on the other hand, is the nail in his career coffin and for whatever reason, he’s choosing her above all else.

We don’t know what goes on behind closed doors. He could be treating her like the queen he thinks she is. And I don’t know about you all but I’d take a few awkward public outings if I was getting hot, attentive, loving, adoring, pookie Luke in private. Sign me TF up now!!! Trust me, he’s making it worth her while. ✌🏻(if they are together)

On the other hand, if this is all PR and he is with N, then kudos to them for pulling out all the stops to protect what they have. They deserve to keep some things sacred and none of us can fault them for that. The chemistry they have is undeniable and if A is his girl, then she is in denial and needs to bow out, like, um yesterday. All I know is what I see, and what I see between L & N is a soul connection and a bond unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. Again, we can ascertain what goes on behind closed doors based on their connection but can we really handle the truth?🥵🔥✌🏽

Nevertheless, we are only pawns in this game of Lukola chess and the queen is making the most strategic and deliberate moves. Only when she/they are ready to make the winning move will we know the truth. For now, can some of you just stop turning everything she does into something that supports your own narrative? You would be embarrassed if you could see how utterly ridiculous you sound. I’m embarrassed, and a little concerned for you. I implore you to take the blinders off and try to touch reality for a bit, because if this doesn’t end up the way you think it will, I fear some of you may not be able to recover. I am sincerely scared for you.

And then you have red lipstick girl and her band of misfit minions who actually believe that N is dating someone who clearly bats for the other team. Do you guys also believe that the earth is flat and Narnia is real? I can’t with you all. Apparently ignorance is bliss and you guys actually make it look enticing somehow. What must it be like to be so out of touch with reality that surely Santa Claus and Easter Bunny reside in your world too…and may even be mods in that god awful discord.🧡

Also, if The Shipper’s orthodontist is reading this, do us all a solid and put some extra strength resistance bands in her braces at her next appointment. You know, the kind that would limit mouth movement for a while? A looong while.

Mmm K? Thanks. Byeeeeeee.

[lunarflux]

I liked the way you explained Aemond and his approach to a relationship, it's an interesting take! But then do you think that, if he fell for someone, he would genuinely love that person back or it would inevitably be something he'd be able to walk out on if prompted? I'd like to think he would genuinely love his partner, but what are your thoughts?

Also do you have any headcanons you'd like to share for how Aemond would be in a relationship/how he'd approach starting one?

I guess it would depend on how he defines love. I think it would only come out as what the rest of us would define as love if his possession of this person is challenged. If his ownership (I say in a kind way, not like he sees this person as an object, but their connection to him as his possession) is threatened, then he would for sure show some kind of affection in the more classic sense. It might be in the way that only fear drives him to outwardly show emotion.

For some of these things, I have a hard time explaining and can only do it through really outrageous quotes from books that haven't been written yet.

If his definition of love is "you are mine and mine alone, should anyone touch you or threaten you, I will have their head," then it's love.

His love may also be "all that I love, I earned and it is owed. All of me you possess though I owe you nothing because you will only take me as I am."

It could also be "I have my enemies, and I have those who fear me. Be the one who respects me without fear because I chose you above all others."

"You will be the one thing I possess that will not be taken from me. Try as they may, and they will die trying."

"I claimed you, and you accepted me."

"I have seen your worth. You are worth the little of myself that I am willing to sacrifice if only for the sake of my own peace. It is the kind of peace I cannot find elsewhere."

As for headcanons, um.... No, not really. I think Mysaria's personality might be the closest to what would ease him towards a relationship, but I don't think he'd ever trust her. This isn't a shameless plug, but I wrote my OC as someone who I thought would be remotely close to what I feel he'd want. Someone who satiates him physically and knows what he wants without asking. She does not ask for him, but answers when he calls. She doesn't bow unless it's required of her, and she isn't afraid to remind people of their place no matter how high they are above her. And when presented with the idea of being possessed, she fights back because she wants to be able to choose who she gives herself to and not because someone demands it. In my fic, when Aemond finally "claims" her, he tells her that he has chosen to suffer with her than alone, and she can either bear the burden of knowing how painful emotions are by his side or do it alone. I even had problems writing him being jealous because when you're absolute in your bounds to someone, there's little that can shake you.

Edit: I didn't answer that last question properly LOL okay, headcanon Aemond approaching a relationship...

A lot of looks. Subtle looks. Glances. Reading the person's facial cues, seeing what he can figure out just based on physical reactions and less about what they say. It'd be the slowest of slow burns. I almost want to say it's a matter of who caves first. Who is willing to say "I want it" and go for it. I don't think it'd be him either. He's probably find it intriguing if that person approached him without directly asking for anything.

But once they connect, I imagine he'd be the type to almost ignore them afterwards. Like, let's see if this was a one-off or will I eventually want more. Aemond swallows his emotions, so he'd have to reaaaally want it. Like a treat dangled in front of his face, how long can he resist before he needs a fix.

After the initial moment, he'd start to weigh out their worth. Are they only worth a night in bed or are they worth more. What can he show, what can't he show. Will he show if they show first. What's tempting him, why is he tempted. Will the temptation end after another night. What should he do if he craves more. What will he lose and what will he gain.