#sometimes in my head light is just as awake and panicked as he was in the original

[eternal-work-in-progress]

several cool and funky doodles about this kind of reimagining I had for RR’s beginning

(In case you can’t or don’t want to read my handwriting(I would not blame you lmao): “There were skid marks running along the forest floor, spanning nearly a mile, ripping up the earth and displacing it to the side. But around the fallen man was lush and beautiful grass and flora. So long and wild that it almost seemed like the forest had tried to hide him. Also surrounding him was his own blood, having pooled so recently that you could still smell it. The pools stained each blade a brilliant violet. In his hands was a vibrant, glowing light of many different colors. When they were pried from his sleeping, bloody fingers, the crystals shone even brighter. Cliff gasped. This man held the Rainbow Crystals.

Who in the Four Realms was he?”)

[sooniebby]

ఌ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

꧁ 𝙎𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

w.c. › 3.8k

Plot › you end up winning a call to a camboy/sex worker, you watch a lot!! Though it’s a bit embarrassing learning you’re one of the few men in his usual audience. Based off this.

Warnings › gojo a bit cocky sometimes—this takes place in a normal world. Reader is 19, gojo is 25. Some… straight stuff mentioned cuz gojo fucks a girl during his streams, bi gojo agenda!!

Kinks › praise, size kink, (attempts at) dirty talk…

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: ̗̀➛

𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜

𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝

𝗦𝗶𝘅𝗲𝘆𝗲!

↳ ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇ

: ̗̀➛

No way. You just gasped in your coffee shop, literally as your coworker was calling for you to serve a cake to someone.

You were never a lucky person. Most and every thing you ever entered in a prize to win something, being money or an item, you never won. Never, not once. You had assumed you just was an unlucky guy in those type of things.

So when you applied for the giveaway for the chat, you did it just cause.

And you won!

You fucking won.

“(Name) if you don’t hurry up and serve this poor lady her cake!” Your coworker, Nobara screamed.

You rushed out with the cake and quickly gave the girl it, ignoring the glare she gave you for being so rushed. That didn’t matter! You had to tell Nobara. You practically sprinted to her and dragged her to the employee lounge.

“What is your problem?” She asked, pulling her arm away from your tight grip. “It’s like you were trying to rip my arm off…”

“Look, look!” You shoved your phone in her face, earning a tight glare as she snatched it out of your hands. Her eyes glanced over the screen as she mumbled to herself, reading the message. It took about thirty seconds before she seemed to understand what the fuck she was reading.

“Seriously? You got a free call with your favorite pornstar?” She placed your phone on the countertop and shuffled over to the fridge.

“You don’t understand! I hardly ever win giveaways!”

Nobara glanced back at you. “Okay, same here. Are you alright, (Name)? Are the toys not enough?” She asked with a fake sense of pity.

You glared at her. “The toys are just fine!”

“Sure, sure. Well, what do you get from the win?”

“Uh, a free thirty minute private chat.”

“She’s also a camgirl?”

“No… it’s a camboy.”

Nobara blinked. “Oh. So it’s a gay camboy.”

“Also.. no… he’s only fucked women on the videos he posted on Twitter..”

Nobara sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “Let’s hope he’s not going to be upset a dude just won his giveaway.”

You panicked slightly, “wait, you think he’ll be upset?”

“Maybe not. But if I were you, I’d make sure to not show my face on camera or speak on the mic.” She said, patting you on the back before leaving the lounge.

Any sort of happiness basically dwindled. She was right. You didn’t know this guy and while realistically, he can’t do anything to hurt you… He could end up getting angry and disgusted you won his call when the majority of his fan base has always been women.

Reaching over, you grabbed your phone and looked at the email, wondering if it’d be worth it. Just as you were about to email back that you couldn’t do it—you got a text message on your Twitter.

𝙎𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙮𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚 :

↳ Did you get the email?

You fainted.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

“You boys are so overdramatic.”

You can hear Nobara judging you. You feel the soft winds of someone fanning you, your head resting gently on their legs. With hesitance, you open your eyes, the harsh fluorescent lights blinding you.

Oh, it’s just Inumaki and Megumi.

Inumaki was the one holding your head on his lap while Megumi lazily fanned you with a makeshift paper fan. Megumi rolled his eyes once he noticed you were awake, moving to get up from the floor.

“Good?” Megumi asked, holding his hand out as he helped you get up.

‘We found you on the floor,’ Inumaki signed, getting up as well. ‘What happened?’

You pursed your lips, unsure if you wanted to tell them that you got shocked that a pornstar you’ve been following for over a year now messaged you. Nobara was heard stifling with laughter in the corner.

You quickly, and messily, signed that you were fine back to Inumaki. “Uh, just felt lightheaded. Y’know how the AC isn’t working well anymore.”

“Like those toys.” Nobara suddenly said.

‘Toys?’ Inumaki signed.

“You know what I mean, that emo boy of yours must use them too,” she said, ignoring the sudden blush on Inumkai’s face. Megumi groaned and moved to get his apron to begin his shift.

“Shut it, Nobara.” You whispered, glaring at her. She simply shrugged, smirking gleefully at the embarrassment she was bringing to you. You slipped out of your apron and placed it back, grabbing your bag as you began to clock out.

Inumaki and Megumi usually took over once you and Nobara were finished.

As you and Nobara left the cafe, she grinned mischievously at you. You looked straight ahead, not wanting to entertain her teasing.

“So, it couldn’t have been the email that you made you pass out like that. What was it?”

“Nothing.”

“Bullcrap!”

With a swiftness, your phone in your back pocket was gone. She easily dodged you as she began checking your phone, trying to see what had caused your fainting spell. Once she checked your notifications, she barked out a laugh.

“Oh he practically wants you! ‘Did you get the email?’ So desperate already,” she snickered, beginning to type something on your phone.

“Nobara?!”

After hitting send, she pushed your phone to your face, showing what she had just sent him.

𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙚

↳ yes!!! <333

↳ Sorry, I was just so shocked I won!!!

What time are you thinking about?

“Mooniebunnie? What type of username…”

“I made it when I was like fourteen! Don’t judge.”

“Jeez, you’ve been on Twitter that long?”

“Nobara!!”

“Oh he responded.”

“Hah?!”

𝙎𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙮𝙚

↳ took you long enough.

↳ Saturday, 9 pm. I’ll only wait 5 minutes

↳ after the 30 minutes, you’re paying.

“Dick. The fucks his problem?”

“What’d he say?”

“You’d think he’s the one taking the dick up his ass.”

“Nobara..!”

“What? You can’t tell me this doesn’t come across as rude?”

She began typing for you again.

𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙚

↳ just don’t disappoint me, 4 inch

↳ kisses <3

“Nobara?! What the hell?!”

“Hey, he started it. Anyway, your date is in two days. Good thing you don’t have a roommate anymore.”

You glared at her as she handed you back your phone. He didn’t seem to text back after that—only having a note that he certainly did read Nobara’s text. But to him, it was your text.

Gosh, you really didn’t want him to hate you.

But Nobara was right, he did seem a bit rude over text. Maybe he just texts a bit harsh but in person is nice.

Though it honestly felt you were creating excuses in your head at this point.

After splitting ways, you made it home to your small apartment. It was comfortable enough so you didn’t complain. Especially since it was in a good area. Nobara and her roommate, Maki, weren’t so lucky in the area they lived in.

Though it seemed like the burglaries that were happening there had finally slowed down.

Decorated in second hand items and anything you stole from your ex boyfriend and mother, your apartment was homey enough. The good thing was that you got an amazing view of the sunset in your room every afternoon.

The kitchen, dining, and living room was essentially just one full room. You had a foldable table to bring out whenever you ate dinner. Your tv was taken from your ex boyfriend, which was why it was so brand new compared to everything else.

You only have two other rooms. The master bedroom with an attached bathroom, and a small, small bedroom. You practically just made it an extra closet space because it was just too cramped to be in there for long period of times.

Especially with the fact it only had a small tiny square window all the way close to the ceiling.

It was after 8 p.m. when you plopped down onto your bed, finishing your daily home tasks. Washing the dishes, warming up dinner, watching a BL drama while crying in loneliness, and now—masturbation time.

You scrolled your phone, wondering if you should wank it out to some random twitter videos or go to the cam website.

Just as you were about to pull up your list of comfort gay videos, a notification rang on your phone.

𝙎𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙮𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 ➤ ❝a creamy fill❞

Your fingers moved lightning speed. A bit embarrassing, really. Slipping off your boxers, you reached over and grabbed your lube, squirting a good amount on your fingers.

Despite him constantly fucking girls—you always watched. Something about him was captivating, even though you never saw his face. The girls face was almost always shown. But like always, the comments are filled with girls saying they love him.

The video started out with the girl in his lap, withering as his fingers spread her pussy open, his other hand resting comfortably on her throat. The only sliver of emotion you could see from him, was the small angle of his lips in frame.

Like always, he was smirking.

You never really enjoyed the beginning of his videos, since it focused heavily on getting the girl to cum from oral sex. Which was good for the girls—but not for you.

So, you usually focused on getting yourself ready for your dildo.

It was one you bought on a whim. But you had never meant for it to be so large, a length of seven, more so eight, inches. You would’ve thrown the thing out if it wasn’t the only dildo you had.

And there was no way you were going to go back to that sex store and get a new one.

You tuned them out for a few minutes, focusing on stretching yourself. It was always tedious, wishing it was someone else doing it for you. Just as you felt ready enough for your dildo, you finally glanced back at your phone.

The girl was now screaming, in pleasure, as he slammed his hips against her ass. It harsh and unforgiving—leaving the girl no chance to stay still. They were in a doggy style position, her face right up to the camera as she mewled and cried.

His grip was on her waist, pulling her back whenever she tried to pull away a bit in a way to slow it down.

“That’s a good girl.”

Boner gone.

You groaned. You loved hearing his voice, he sounded hot. But you hated it whenever he used that fucking word. Any type of “girl” or even more feminine terms always made you lose your boner.

There was nothing else you could really do at that point.

That’s why you mainly watched his solo streams.

With a huff, you placed your dildo back in its drawer and turned off your phone just as the girl reached her climax.

This guy was obviously straight…

You were really wondering if it’d be worth it.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

“Ready for your big day, (Name)?”

‘What big day?’

You quickly glared at Nobara, hoping she wouldn’t tell Inumaki anything. Inumaki looked a bit confused—mostly in why you were so angry.

Isn’t today supposed to be special?

“Oh, nothing. It’s just… Saturday, who doesn’t love a Saturday?”

Inumaki raised an eyebrow. ‘It’s a normal Saturday.’

“Mhm, not for our (L.Name) (Name) here.” She winked, obviously enjoying the flushed look on your face.

The entire shift was spent with Nobara making innuendos and Inumaki looking confused by the minute. It wasn’t until your shift was over, and Megumi and Itadori came, that Nobara seemed to just blurt it out to Inumaki.

“He won a call with his favorite pornstar!”

‘You have a favorite pornstar..?’

“Nobara!” You screamed, slapping your hand against her lips as she stared at you in triumph.

Looking back at Inumaki who didn’t seem to be judging you, just a bit perplexed. Which isn’t shocking. He has a fucking boyfriend—you doubted he needed to watch pornstars religiously to get his socks off.

You shrieked as Nobara licked your hand, forcing you to pull away and quickly wipe them off on your pants.

“Yeah! That’s what I said! Who has a favorite pornstar?!”

“Shut it!!”

Inumaki gave you a shrug, ‘no need to be embarrassed. We all have weird habits.’

Somehow that felt less comforting.

You signed back a thanks to Inumaki before turning your anger to Nobara. She willfully began whistling as she walked down the street, not paying you any mind.

In all honesty, you just hoped the call wouldn’t end up with you in tears.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

𝙎𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙮𝙚

↳ here’s the link.

↳ join in twenty minutes

Dick.

Nobara was right. With a huff, you set your busted laptop on the bed in front of you. It was a miracle this laptop could even come to life. As you were deep in thought, wondering if you were feeling brave enough to really join, you heard the sound of a ping.

It took a moment, but then you accepted the link, joining a private call with Sixeye.

It was his usual set up for his live streams. The sight of a wall decorated with bookshelves. You always just assumed it was an office room he had. He was dressed in a compression shirt and grey sweatpants.

Huh, he usually dressed nice for his cams because his fan girls loved seeing him in suits.

Something something daddy issues.

Guess you weren’t special enough for that.

“Guess you aren’t putting on your camera?”

You quickly typed a simple no. No way in hell were you showing this guy your face—no matter how many times you had cummed to his videos. A simple chuckle was heard. His camera was pointed solely at his chest and bottom half, his face no where in sight.

Which was natural, the most he ever showed was his lips.

Girls just went wild for a cool smirk or something.

“No requests? Usually you girls are quick to give me a whole script.” His laugh filled the room.

↳ Just act natural

You type, hoping that was enough to make him get straight into it. He was quiet for a moment, as if he was reading your text. It seemed he took your words to heart as he pulled down his sweatpants and his cock plopped out, resting against his stomach.

“Alright, just want a quick fap then.”

He reached down and rubbed his tip, teasing the slit as he slowly began jacking himself off. His cock was large, maybe around seven inches? It was similar to your dildo. His hands were big too. Gosh, everything about him was big.

He was definitely the one who helped you figure out your size kink.

The only sound by now was his soft grunts and his hand jerking off his cock. You slipped off your boxers and easily slipped in three fingers inside of yourself, having stretched it out a bit earlier. Now, you were just trying to get yourself excited.

You reached down to your laptop, moving it a bit further so you could get comfortable on the bed with more leg room. Your fingers rubbed against your prostate, teasing it just the way you wanted.

Your moans were always on the more high pitched side, almost sounding similar to a girl when you reached your orgasm. So it was something you were a bit self conscious of. But being alone in your own home, you didn’t hold back.

Rubbing against your prostate, your toes curled as you whimpered and bucked into your own hand. You tried to push back any feeling of disappointment that it wasn’t someone else making you feel this way.

“Changed your…mind, baby?”

“Ngh..?”

You opened your eyes and glanced back down at your laptop.

Oh god.

Your fucking mic was on!!!!

You screamed out, quickly clasping your mouth shut as you stared at the screen in horror. He heard you. He heard every little gasp and whimper you had made. How long had he heard you?

Why didn’t he fucking say anything?

“Screamer, huh? Noted.”

He teased. Even without seeing his face, you knew he was smirking.

“You….why didn’t you tell me?” You muttered, glaring at the screen.

But he didn’t answer. He seemed quiet for a moment. You watched as his hand stuttered on his cock. What? Did your voice sound that terrible?

“Speak.”

“Wha..?” You whispered, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“Speak now. Loud and clear.”

You hated how authoritative he sounded. It felt like you couldn’t just no respond to his command.

“Uhm… why didn’t you tell me…?” You spoke louder, allowing your mic to pick up your voice this time. You thought maybe he just didn’t hear you.

“Shit. You’re a guy?”

With a brave face, you huffed. “Judging me?”

“No. Fucking finally.”

You felt yourself blush. He was… excited? He began stroking his cock again but this time, with more vulgarity. It was like he was actually turned on by you. You felt your own cock twitch.

Someone… interested… in you?

You grabbed your dildo that rested beside you on the bed, rubbing it against your hole. Any sort of self consciousness you felt with your moaning was thrown out the window as you didn’t hold anything back. Fuck it if you regretted it later.

Right now, you’re going to enjoy it.

As your dildo began stretching you full, you glanced at the button that would turn your camera on. This was a one time thing…

He’d never see you again…

Fuck it.

“Well aren’t you adorable..? Fuck, how big is it?”

“Seven… inches.” You whispered, feeling embarrassed about showing yourself. Your sweating body, flushed face, watery eyes, and your cock leaking on your tummy. You were glad you didn’t see his face…

So you didn’t have to know if he actually found you cute.

“Always the cute ones.” His laugh sounded strained, a soft huff following it as he continued teasing his tip. “Like it big, huh? Stretching you until you can’t take it anymore.”

“Didn’t.. mean to… get it so big.” You moaned, slowly teasing the dildo inside. Your camera was angled right between your legs, showing him the entire picture of the dildo slowly inching inside your puckered hole.

You arched your back, gasping once it finally reached its hilt, stuffing you full.

“Keep looking at the camera.”

You hadn’t even noticed you couldn’t be seen anymore. Moving around a bit, your face finally showed back on the camera. And you got a good sight of just how fucked out you looked just from a damn dildo.

“Good boy.” He whispered. “Y’know… I always put on a show for you guys—it’s time you do the same, hm?”

If you weren’t already itching for an orgasm, you would’ve ended the call immediately out of embarrassment. But you couldn’t back down now.

So, you moved to rest against your headboard, bringing in your laptop to get a good view of your face and ass. Tightening your grip on your dildo, you began thrusting it in and out, keeping a fast pace.

Your hips moved against the pace, your thoughts filled with the desire of a real cock fucking you. His hand gripping your waist, bouncing you on his cock like a toy just for his pleasure. But you had to deal with this pisspoor dildo.

The sound of squelching, your moans, and his grunts filled the room. You were so close, wishing to moan his name but no way in hell were you going to moan his fucking username.

“W…wan..na…moan..name..” you barely sputtered out, your moans betraying you whenever you tried to speak a full sentence. A cry left your throat when the dildo brushed against your prostate. You quickly made sure to continuously hit that area, your moans reaching higher in pitch.

Your orgasm was close.

You suddenly heard him grunt loudly. When you glanced at the camera, you saw his grip tighten as cum spurted onto his shirt. Did your moans…?

Not wanting to feel any misplaced confidence, you pushed the thought away. No way did your moans make him cum.

The sound of shuffling caught your attention as you saw him reach for his camera.

And then—

The camera was on his fucking face.

His lips turned up into a smirk, his eyes staring straight into yours. Blue eyes and white hair. It looked soft even though the camera.

You came.

You fucking came.

Man, maybe those girls were right about smirks being sexy…

Your toes curled as you arched your back, gripping the bedsheets as your cock came all over your stomach. The only sound left was the sound of your heavy breathing as you tried to calm down—having never orgasmed that intensely before.

“Did you… cum from seeing my face?”

He sounded so fucking cocky.

“Bye!” You yelled, slamming your laptop shut.

You totally did.

You sat in your room for about two minutes before screaming in embarrassment. No way in hell could you ever watch his streams again!!! You came!! You came from seeing his face!!

God….

That was embarrassing…

At least you would never interact with him again.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

“No way! From his face?!”

Nobara screamed laughing, her cackling echoing in the empty cafe. You could only focus on putting the cakes on display, trying to ignore the embarrassment in your heart.

“Gosh! Megumi! You heard about—”

“Don’t bring me into this.” He answered bluntly.

It had been a few days now since the… incident. You had blocked Sixeye’s account and haven’t watched any of his streams or videos ever since. It was just too embarrassing to watch them without thinking on how you came just from seeing his face.

But you kept thinking, why did he show his face?

It wasn’t like you were anything special. As the three of you continued getting the cafe ready for opening, Nobara continued making fun of you at any given chance. Megumi seemed to be in his own mind.

You had went to the back to grab some cups for the lattes and when you came back to the front, Megumi and Nobara were already speaking to some guy. He looked pretty tall, practically towering over Nobara.

But his back was facing you so you didn’t know who it was.

“Why are you even here?” Megumi asked, glaring at the stranger.

“Oh! Aren’t you Megumi’s friend?” Nobara questioned.

“Don’t insult me like that,” Megumi rolled his eyes before grunting as the stranger wrapped his arm around his neck.

“Aah~ Megumi~~ don’t be like that! I heard the cakes here were good. Can’t I try them??? Hm~?” The stranger teased, laughing slightly.

“Get off, you’re not getting a discount.”

“I didn’t say I wanted one… but now that you mentioned it~”

Nobara laughed, “no wonder you called him a blue eyed freak! He’s so annoying.”

“Megumi?!”

Megumi shrugged. “I’ve called you worse in my head. (Name), take Gojo’s order before I kick him out.”

Gojo huffed before finally turning over to face you. Your eyes widened once you finally got a good look of him. It…

Sixeye?!

The cup you were holding were slipping out of your hands as Gojo tilted his head, eyes narrowing at your face before widening in recognition. A grin appeared on his lips.

“Today’s my lucky day, huh?”

It definitely wasn’t yours.

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Oop? Yall want a part 2? It’s so hard writing phone/facetime sex… I praise those who write it constantly lmao

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The Old Me Never Left

Kai Parker x Reader

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Requested by Anon! Hope you like it!

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Summary: Kai's SO gets grabbed by some witches in an attempt to make him cooperate, but those witches forgot exactly who they were dealing with.

Word Count: 1,635

Category: Angst, Fluff

A/N: Just a heads up, this has a little more description of violence and the reader in peril than my works usually do! Still very canon-typical for TVD though.

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My favorite song blasted through my headphones as I walked, the sun gently shining down and making the world around me the perfect temperature. A light breeze blew across my face and I'd just picked up my favorite drink from my favorite cafe. It should've been the perfect moment.

Instead of enjoying the day, however, I was busy glancing in the reflective windows of buildings I passed, trying to keep an eye on the two people behind me. They'd been behind me for a while now, including at the coffee shop I'd stopped at, and my mental warning meter had quickly clicked into the red.

Since I regularly involved myself with supernaturals, especially since I'd started dating one, I'd had to be more on guard than ever for someone coming after me for something to do with all that. Very much inconvenient and sometimes truly terrifying, but lucky for me, I had a secret weapon.

Kai Parker. My boyfriend, and a siphoner-witch who just happened to be one of the most powerful people around. No matter if the threat behind me was supernatural or just regular humans being a problem, I knew Kai could and would take care of it for me.

I sped up slilghtly, chucking my still half-full drink in the trash and pulling my phone out of my pocket. Despite myself, my heart started racing faster, especially as I noticed the people behind me getting noticeably closer the next time I checked in a window. I quickly dialed Kai's number and held the phone to my ear, speeding up even more when I heard running footsteps behind me.

"Hey, sweetheart," came Kai's voice as I started running. I could hear his smile through the phone. "What's up?"

"Kai, I need you to come find me," I said, my voice urgent, the words coming out between fast breaths. "I was on my way to the park. I'm like a block or two away, coming from our cafe, and these people are following me-"

I heard someone behind me shout a word I didn't know, and a moment later, a splitting pain tore through my head. I screamed and fell to the ground, but I knew making a scene wouldn't help; these people were clearly witches. The extra seconds I'd had to talk to Kai were likely only because they'd been busy casting spells to hide me from passerby when I went down.

Vaguely, as I hit the pavement and the world went dark around me, the pounding in my head echoing throughout my body, I thought I heard Kai's voice. He sounded panicked, and he kept repeating my name over and over. I wanted to talk to him. I needed to talk to him, to reassure him, to help him with whatever had him freaking out. But I couldn't make myself move, especially not through the pain.

Finally, everything else faded to black, the pain disappearing with the rest of the world as Kai's voice danced through my head for one last blissful moment. And then he was gone, too.

****************

When I woke up, not everything came back to me right away. I wasn't totally sure where I was or how I'd gotten here, but I knew one thing: my body hurt.

Everything, top to bottom, ached or screamed at me in some way. And when the memories started coming back, of the witches and the panic in Kai's voice on the phone, my heart started clenching in my chest, too.

"Look who's awake."

A gruff voice drew my attention to a few figures in front of me. I couldn't totally make them out, my vision still a little blurry, but they clearly weren't friends.

"Who... are you?" I managed to groan. I tried to move, but found myself bound tightly to a chair. My head swam, a pain like a spike still focused into my forehead.

"We're friends of your boyfriend," said one in a tone that clearly meant the opposite. I groaned.

"What do you... want?"

"We want him to get in line," the one in the middle said. "The powerful heretic, wrongful leader of the Gemini Coven, finally has a weakness—you—so it's time for him to start playing nice."

I huffed a laugh which immediately turned into a painful cough. Still, I smiled and shook my head, even as it made the world spin beneath me.

"You're all fools. You can't control Kai, especially not like this."

"Oh, I think you're underestimating your importance to him significantly," said the one in the lead. I started to respond, but a familiar voice piped up from the back of the room before I could.

"Mm, I don't think this has anything to do with 'underestimating importance'. More like... one person in this room knows who I am, and everyone else forgot."

The men before me whirled around, giving me a clear line of sight to Kai as my vision finally started returning to normal. I swear at least half the adrenaline melted out of my body at the sight of him leaning casually against the doorframe of whatever room we were in. He looked completely casual and calm, until his eyes locked onto me. The teasing smile dropped from his face as he straightened, then faced the other witches again. The smile came back, but this time it had a much sharper edge to it.

"You know, it's funny," he said, voice like a steel blade. "People seem to think that just because I've chosen a peaceful life with someone I love, that I lost all my powers, or something. But I can tell you all right now: the Kai Parker of your nightmares didn't go anywhere."

The witches between Kai and I shifted nervously, removing his direct line to me and shifting backwards in my direction.

"You better be careful, Parker," said the one in the lead, all of the arrogance and confidence gone from his voice despite his attempt to posture. "You do what we say, or-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence before Kai raised a hand, magically yanking the witch forward and striking out with a knife in his other hand, stabbing the witch straight through the heart. The whole room froze in shock as Kai just held him there for a minute, surely siphoning the magic out of his body, before letting him fall to the floor limp and dead.

The minute his body hit the ground, the remaining witches sprang into action. Most of them tried to focus fire on Kai, but one dropped back towards me, moving to stand behind me and my chair. In the time it took him to cross the room, Kai made quick work of the rest of his friends, draining all of their power before finishing them off and dropping them with their fallen leader.

"Stop!" shouted the one behind me. "Don't make another move or I'll- ah!"

He screamed, and I heard a sound like him dropping to his knees. Before me, Kai had one hand extended, a thunderous look on his face. He scrunched his hand into a fist, and the man behind me fell silent, other than the sound of his body hitting the floor.

Just like that, the rage melted off Kai's face. He crossed the room to me in a second, dropping to his knees before me and gently running his hands over my forearms and thighs. A moment later, the bonds holding me fell away.

"Are you alright, baby?" he asked, eyes wide with concern as his hands ghosted over my body, simultaneousy checking for injury while reassuring him I was really here. "I'm so sorry they hurt you. I came as fast as I could."

I nodded shakily, rubbing at my wrists before running a hand down Kai's face. He leaned into the touch, his eyes instantly romaing my expression.

"I'm okay now," I said, voice still a little breathy. "I'm okay. I knew you'd come for me."

"I'll always come for you. Nothing in the world could keep me away. Nothing." I nodded, a smile making its way onto my face as Kai brushed a few tears from my cheek that I hadn't realized had fallen. "And now, none of them are ever going to hurt you again."

Kai's eyes darkened a little as he said it, so I brushed my thumb across his cheek and gave him a small smile. Just like that, the shadows vanished from his face again as his eyes focused on me. I leaned forward and Kai did the same, our lips meeting a moment later in a soft, sweet kiss. I felt the warm tingle of magic flowing across my skin, erasing all the last aches and pains, until Kai and I finally pulled apart.

A fluttering smile made its way onto Kai's face as his eyes scanned mine again. Finally, he sighed.

"You ready to go home, sweetheart?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I am."

"Me too."

Kai shot me a wink as he scooped me into his arms, then carried me out of the room, stepping carefully over the bodies he'd left in his wake. He held me a little tighter to him as we left the room, and I buried my head in his chest. Kai and I had both changed a lot since we'd first met, but at the end of the day, we were still the same people. He would still do anything for me, and although it didn't come up as often, I would do anything for him. And no one, be they murderous witches or particularly rude people I happened to cross paths with in my daily life, stood at chance at bringing the two of us down.

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[alfredosauce50]

Parent headcanons: Alfred, Allen, Matt, & Mathias

When it comes to the trials of adulthood, they have their own ways of getting on top. But parenting is what really puts them to the test. Starting a family and being one of the sole carers for another person will shine a light on the best and worst parts of them.

The big news

Alfred

He has the most normal reaction out of the four. Panic, acceptance, then excitement, he’s finally moving onto the final stages of adulthood and achieving his lifelong dream. Being a suburban dad and getting that white picket fence. It’s not just about liking kids, Alfred is rather traditional when it comes to his values; he has always romanticized the American dream. He already has a good job, all he needs is to make it happen.

“Fuuuuuck,” He whispers, eyes wide as he rakes his hands through his hair. He stands there for a few minutes, staring into space as you watch him tensely for his reaction. “We’re ready to be parents, right?”

Allen

He will freak out. Planned or unplanned, he’s not mentally prepared to be a father. He doesn’t think he’s good enough, but knows deep down he has to be. That’s what really scares him. If he needs to improve himself, it’s now or never. So after a week of panicking and catastrophizing, he’s ready to give himself a second chance — even if it’s for someone else. But his selflessness is key to his perseverance, and eventual success.

“I fucked up,” He squeezes you like a lifeline. It was the only conclusion he could come to after hours of talking about it, the only thing he could ever truly understand. “I fucked up. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Mathias

He’ll be over the moon. He’s gonna be even more excited than you, but that’s kinda given when he doesn’t have to carry the baby and deliver it. Point is, Mathias is very family-oriented, so don’t expect anything less. He’s the most self-affirmed a person can be too, so he’s always ready to move onto the next stage in life. His nurturing character and openness to change will help you immensely in periods of stress and uncertainty.

“I’m so happy that I could cry,” He whispers with his head on your tummy. He’s half-awake after burning out from his own excitement, but his spirit is still in the right place. “We’re finally gonna have a family.”

Matt

Letting you into his life was already a miracle, and now he’s gonna be a dad? This is a human being that he’ll have to be responsible for, not something he can simply tap out of and run away from. Matt is driven by his interests, solitude, and above all else, his freedom. A baby would take away all of those things, and he’s so troubled by it that he disappears for a few weeks. He comes home to a slap, but it’s well-deserved.

“Are you gonna keep hitting me, or are you gonna let me go to my shed?” He sighs, closing his eyes as you keep wailing on him. And he just takes it, absorbing every strike that was your burning love for him.

“Why, so you can keep—” You shove him harshly so that he actually stumbles back. “—hiding from me?”

“No, I’m gonna build a crib and make some toys.”

Parenting style

Alfred

He’s everything you’d expect from a new parent. Freaking out over the little things, screaming when they do something new, burning out after weeks of sleep deprivation, etc. He isn’t perfect, and you’re gonna have to work with him like any other partner, but before you know it, the house is filled with photo frames. He’s your best friend, and sometimes before your partner, so he has a hard time giving and taking. But it’s also why you two will stick together through thick and thin.

Alfred eventually evolves into the archetype of fathers. He takes the backseat and tells his kids, ‘I don’t know, go ask your mother,’ or even gets in trouble for doing stupid things like leaving the toilet seat up. When you just finished yelling at the kids, he comes to them later and goes, ‘someone’s in a bad mood today,’ when he’s just glad it wasn’t him. But when it’s something really serious, he flips like a switch and takes the lead. When that happens, there’s no talking him down.

“Alright gang, ready to get the show on the road?” Alfred rubs his hands together excitedly before he starts the car. “When we get there, I want everyone to be on their best behavior. I’m already on thin ice.”

He has high expectations for his kids. Ever since they popped out, he’s been giving them the best of the best, like nice clothes, family trips, sports leagues, and dance. He also wants them to go to a prestigious university in the future and to do all the things he might have missed out on. Cue the ‘that’s your dream, not mine, dad!’ Alfred can be hard on his children when it comes to success, so you need to remind him they’ve got minds of their own and are not carbon copies of him.

He says he prefers sons until he gets a daughter. Alfred is an absolute sweetheart to his girls, and is way more lenient with them than his boys. He doesn’t mean to play favorites, but it’s just how he’s wired. However, it also means being quite strict and protective when they get to that age. No drinking and no sleepovers with boys present. Men are all animals according to him. But dad, aren’t you a man? Exactly! He’s the pioneer of ‘anything you do to my daughter, I do to you.’

Allen

He tried his absolute best to prepare, but it starts off a disaster. What can go wrong will go wrong. The baby gets sick, you’re away on urgent family business, so he needs to do it all without you. Allen stays in hospital with the baby overnight, and slowly, but surely, they get better. He ends up neglecting himself to put his child’s needs first, and by the time you get back, he’s burning up with a fever. But the baby is perfectly content and sleeping soundly in the crib because of him.

He wants the best for his family, even if it means sacrificing everything he has. He understands his limits, but there’s nothing he won’t do to make sure his kid gets every opportunity he never had. Sports, college, you name it. If everybody in class has branded sneakers, he’ll buy a pair just so they don’t feel left out. He’s always proud of his baby, and if anybody tried to bully them, they’ll have to answer to him. Allen sees the best of him in his child, but usually fails to see it in himself.

“You can have my egg. I’m not hungry, baby.” Allen says, sliding his plate to his little girl. He knows that you won’t be back with the groceries for an hour or so, and no kids are going hungry on his watch.

Allen doesn’t think there’s a particular way of parenting because no one child is the same. So long as they do their homework, get out under the sun, and have a good attitude, the rest is to be decided. If his child needs extra support, he’ll give it to them, and if they need a reality check, he’ll give that to them too. He reminds them how hard life can be without stability, so they should take their future seriously, but at the same time, he’s always gonna be there to give them a home.

Nobody would mess with his kids after one look at him. He’s an ex-marine without the ‘ex.’ His daughter will have trouble finding a boyfriend to begin with because of him, and when she finally does, they’re gonna have to gain his respect to be trusted with looking after his little girl. If his son ever gets into a fight, he’ll ask if he won then whoop his ass later. And in the principle’s office, he’s giving the other kid the worst stink-eye ever. He’s the dad that could beat up the other dads.

Mathias

He’s a total natural; all is well when the baby is in his care. He may be all over the place, but when he really cares about something, he’s in a constant state of hyper focus. The baby will always be clean, well-fed, and happy, so don’t worry about a thing. There’s also no such thing as 50/50 with Mathias. He knows that there will be times when one person has to take the lead. It’s not in his nature to keep track of who’s giving and taking the most. He’s too mature for that.

It’s like experiencing a second childhood for him. Reading picture books, fairytales, playing with legos, or going to places he went to as a kid, he treats parenthood as a chance to relive his best memories and love every second of it. He will never miss a parent event, performance, and appointment. His dedication makes him very perceptive of his child, so he always knows what to do or say to cheer them up. As they grow up, they maintain a very close relationship to him.

“We wanna go to Legoland!”

“You mean, you wanna go to Legoland,” You laugh at him, “I heard you talking to Bjorn about it last night.”

“That’s so he can make an informed decision, of course,” Mathias grins, not showing a hint of shame as he shuffles over with his phone on the home page of the Legoland site. “So I take that it’s decided?”

He’s a great parent, but he’s by no means strict. All he wants is for them to have a fighting chance in the world, like doing a job that they enjoy. He’s great at communicating with his kids and has a lot of compassion, which takes them a long way. He’s never had to discipline them besides setting boundaries and occasionally grounding them. You rule the home with a firmer hand, and maybe that’s why your kids respect you more but treat him more like a friend than a parent sometimes.

Mathias doesn’t bat an eye when his kids first start dating. He’s always been quite liberal, so he just tells them to be careful about the birds and the bees, then to talk to him if things get testy. The one thing he’ll do is to ensure they have high standards. Love is life’s reward, not something to cry yourself to sleep about. Eventually, he’ll invite their date over for dinner, and as it turns out, he’d be a great father in law. He’s very welcoming and treats any future Densens like one of his own.

Matt

He’s a trial-by-error, improvise as you go along kinda dad. He hasn’t put much thought into the trials of childcare, but he always works things out in his own way. If the bub keeps crying because they don’t want to be bottle-fed by him, he will cover his face with a picture of you. Easy-peasy. If they’re crawling around the bed, he will use them as a mousepad as he scrolls on his laptop. That way, he gets some leisure time while making sure they don’t actually go anywhere.

Matt is the opposite to a helicopter parent. When his kid trips and face plants into the ground, he doesn’t react. The trick is to not acknowledge it, because only then will they cry. He isn’t afraid to let them explore the world and gain their own agency. It’s good for them, he says. Some part of you thinks he just wants them to grow up quicker so he doesn’t have to take care of them anymore, but there’s always those special little moments.

“How about I teach you how to drive the truck?” Matt asks, walking back home with the family.

“He’s eleven.” You remark.

“Is that a problem?”

He’s all about the family business. If his children don’t want to go fishing and logging with him, fine, but if they show even the slightest bit of interest, he’s bought. Matt will be more than eager to show them the ropes. He takes them on camping trips to show them the beauty of the great outdoors, and the humility it takes to be apart of it. The art of it all is there’s no problem that can’t be solved, and even a rugged man like him can be domesticated by the right person.

If his daughter got a boyfriend, he’d be waiting at home with a shotgun. Matt will then play it off like he just got back from a hunting trip. He’s the type to use silent intimidation, and it works like a charm. If not, he’ll tell jerks to get off his lawn even though he doesn’t have one, and when they ask what lawn, he’ll just say “all of it.” What he means is to get out of his sight and the woods, which is the lawn he’s talking about. (Ha!) On the flip side, he’s nice to girls his son brings home.

Losing the spark

Alfred

He has a tendency to let himself go when he gets comfortable. This usually happens when his first kid reaches their teenage years and he can afford to sit back now that they can do their own thing. He’s established a stable family unit, but he takes that for granted and gets a little lazy. As a result, he packs on a few pounds and tries less in the relationship. He’s not as attractive as he used to be, and you’re having more petty arguments.

“Why do I feel like you hate me?” He watches you mop the kitchen after you told him to do it. Only he delayed it to sit around on his phone and eat crisps. Even then, he still has the nerve to be upset about it.

“I don’t hate you, I’m just annoyed at you.”

“But you’re annoyed with me everyday.”

Allen

Losing the spark? Not on his watch! He never stops trying, ever, and keeps chasing you like when he first started dating you. His stability doesn’t come from money, it comes from you. You’re his rock, and nothing else matters so long as you’re here. He’s the epitome of ‘you know how daddy is about mommy,’ and he’s proud of it. He also takes great care of his body, and with his good genes, he practically ages backwards.

“You better wear that button-down shirt tonight, Al. A tank top isn’t gonna cut it,” You tell him.

“You callin’ me a deadbeat?” He questions.

“No, but you dress like one.”

“I thought you liked my clothes, babe.”

“I do, but the teachers won’t.”

“True that.” He fixes his collar in front of a mirror. He peers at his reflection, marveling at how well he cleaned up. A dress shirt and belt? He’s practically unrecognizable — until he grins, that is. “Still got it.”

Mathias

He’s always gonna be young at heart, so his spirit never dies. His love for you is as constant as a river, and he’s not afraid of putting on a show for the kids to the point they get a little disgusted. (Ew!) He doesn’t think he’d ever be too old for romance, and his good faith shows up in how gracefully he ages. He might occasionally grow out a thick beard, and when he shaves it off, he looks devastating close to when he was younger.

“Are we ever gonna be alone again?” He mumbles, pouting. His thirtieth birthday is coming up, but he hasn’t changed a bit, save for the more pronounced smile lines around his mouth. “I need some love too.”

“We will, Mat. I just don’t feel comfortable leaving the baby alone right now,” You shake your head.

“We could call Amy and have a date night.”

“I don’t know, Mat.”

“I’ll shave off my beard.”

“Huh?”

“You wouldn’t say no to me without a beard.”

Matt

The longer he’s with you, the harder he loves. His feelings don’t change when things get hard, or as time passes. They just get stronger. In that same breath, he also ages like wine. In the end, he ends up being the bigger romantic. He used to be a lone wolf, and he thought he was okay with it, but now that he has you, he can’t imagine his life without you. To think you actually stuck around and gave him a chance, he’ll never forget that.

“Wanna go back inside and do it?” He mutters.

“You’re disgusting, Matt.” You walk inside without sparing him a single glance. No matter how old he gets, he’ll always have a mouth on him. No matter how old you get, you’ll always forgive him for it.

“Is that a no?”

“Make me dinner and let me think about it.”

“Deal.”

[wonwins]

moment

megumi fushiguro x reader - non sorcerer!au

you're tired from school and your amazing boyfriend knows how to brighten your mood

cw: very soft megumi, fluffy, little kisses

wc: 604

author's note ~ first fic here hehe just a short one to start :) please please give me suggestions on what to write i wanna write sm. also this fic is basically just me writing about what i want rn :((

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14:49. you felt your vision crossing as you tried to keep your eyes open. just 11 more minutes till school was over. you sighed, even after that you couldn't go home and sleep. you still had some homework to do.

you straitened your posture in your chair, you couldn't let others see your exhaustion. you were supposed to be a role model in the class. sometimes, you really wished you weren't the class president.

the bell rang taking you out of a trance you didn't realize you were in. was i sleeping with my eyes open? you quickly packed up your things before having a quick talk with your teacher about plans for tomorrow’s class and if there were anything you needed to prepare. unfortunately, there was.

you felt your feet drag you out of the school, at snail pace. a hand grasped your shoulder stopping you in your spot. you knew who it was before you even turned around already leaning into their presence. “hi, ‘gumi” you smiled lightly.

“hi. you look tired.” megumi, your amazing but brutally honest boyfriend, said.

“i look that bad, huh?” you raised a brow almost daring him to continue.

“no, no, that's not what i meant!” he clarified, albeit slightly panicked. “you look like you could use a nap or coffee though…”

“both.” you whined, continuing your trudge out of the school.

“okay, let's go get coffee and a snack.” he smiled, taking your hand in his, leading the way.

your smile grew. you knew megumi wasn't the biggest person on pda (even if it was just hand holding) but you knew megumi was very attentive to your needs and knew in moments when you were overworked and exhausted…a little hand holding was what you needed.

the hand holding alone almost boosted your mood as you walked beside him.

you chatted lightly about each other’s day as you made your way to the coffee shop. what made you and megumi’s relationship so special was you both understood the value of talking to each other animatedly but as well quietly appreciating the small moments like this.

after you arrived, you ordered your drinks and food. megumi payed (well technically gojo did but so what), as you sat on a bench under a tree in the park across the street. shortly after megumi came over with the stuff. “thank you, love.” you breathed in the smell of the delicious roast.

after a couple minutes of you quietly drinking your drink, megumi said suddenly, “i love you.” you glanced at him in slight shock.

“what has gotten into you lately?” you asked with a chuckle, “i love you too, but that was random.”

“do i need a reason to say i love you?”

“well no but-”

“but what?” he leaned in closer. you turned your head blushing slightly. even after all this time, you still felt like you had a crush on him. he kissed the side of your head as he tucked you into his side. “you work too hard, yn. i worry sometimes and i want to make sure you know i'm here. just say the word.”

“oh, ‘gumi.” you felt tears treating to rise. “i know, thank you. you are amazing. how did i get so lucky?”

“i'm the lucky one.” he looked at you with his beautiful eyes and you couldn't help but lean in and give him a light kiss.

“you’re so cute.” you saw him blush making you giggle. suddenly you felt wide awake. if being class president somehow led you to moments like this, then you guess it's not too bad.

[m00nkissedlover]

SLEEP PARALYSIS DEMON REGULUS X INSOMNIAC READER YES YES YES OH MY GOD I NEVER KNEW I NEEDED THIS I AM BEGGING YOU ON MY KNEES FOR THIS 😭

・｡Sleepless Nights🌒

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"Late night devil, put your hands on me~"

sleep paralysis demon! secret incubus! Regulus Black x insomniac! reader | word count: 1,997 words

Summary: a visit from your sleep paralysis demon takes an...unexpected turn 🌒

Warnings: (MDNI) mild (?) spice, making out, intimate touches, blood/ blood licking, mention of pills, bit of manipulation

Note: tysm to @aelinwya for seeing my vision and requesting this fic! i hope you'll enjoy reading it as much i did writing it 🤭 (please excuse the way this fic is kinda all over the place, i had so many ideas 😭)

Great. Another sleepless night.

You blankly stared up at your ceiling, unable to slip away into the comforts of dreamland like most everyone else in your neighborhood.

The bouts of insomnia you suffered from every night brought you great feelings of stress and unease. You had gone to your doctor with complaints about your sleeping habits and your lack thereof, only to be prescribed some bottle of pills dubbed as "anti-insomnia meds." Saying they worked...was a stretch.

You'd still lay awake, restless and tired of being so damn tired. But sometimes, the meds did work, giving you the peaceful relief of sleep...with a little added...twist?

During these small periods of unconsciousness, you'd find yourself waking up and unable to move. At all. You couldn't even speak.

Sleep paralysis.

You weren't really panicked since you'd experienced it a few times before, but now it was getting a lot more intense. You'd wake up and feel an almost crushing weight on your chest, your breath leaving you for a few seconds too long. Or you would hear someone whispering your name around your room, their voice smooth and sultry. But the strange part was: you almost never saw anyone in your room.

And if you did, it was just an intimidating, shadowy figure, its body pitch black. You couldn't really make out any shapes except for a pair of twisted horns atop its head. Its beady red eyes would stare into your soul as the figure stood in the corner of your room, not saying anything, just...starting. Just...watching, like the way a predator stalks its prey.

But tonight...tonight was different. Very different.

You woke up in a cold sweat, your body feeling numb with that "pins and needles" feeling all over. You tried to sit up, but to no avail. As you tried to bring yourself out of your paralysis, your eyes spotted a mound of sorts on the chair next to your desk.

'What the hell?' you thought, staring at the mound. You swore you didn't leave any clothes out or pile anything up on your chair. As you attempted once more to move your body or say anything, a voice broke your concentration.

A very familiar voice.

"Don't tire yourself out now." the voice said, the same smooth and buttery tone filling your ears. And that's when you saw it. The figure that would stand and stare at you from the corner of your room was now sitting directly in front of your desk. You could see it stand up, its murky form towering over your desk, red eyes looking into your soul.

"Since we haven't formally met each other, I'll go ahead and introduce myself, hm?" What were you gonna do? Say no? You watched with slightly shaky eyes as the tall figure walked around your bed, taking his time before finally stepping into the stream of moonlight that shone in through your windows.

As terrifying as this was, you couldn't take your eyes off of him. His skinny, yet fit build. His slim face. As he stepped into the moonlight, his seemingly red eyes became a dark gray color, twinkling in the light. His black curls fell in his face a bit and the horns on his head had disappeared. He wore a white linen lace shirt with laces at the collar tucked into high waisted black pants. To top it all off, he wore a few pieces of silver jewelry; his slender fingers adorned with rings and a simple necklace around his neck.

"Nice to meet you, Y/n. My name is Regulus...and I'm your sleep paralysis demon." the figure said. You caught a glimpse of his pointed canines as he spoke, lifting your unmoving hand and pressing his lips to the back of it.

A chill ran through your whole body, the demon grinning at your reaction. Your eyes were wide in fear, incoherent grunts leaving your lips and making regulus frown in response.

"You don't look too happy to see me." he pouted, his voice full of mock disappointment. "Understandable, since its not every night your sleep paralysis demon strikes up conversation. Especially when the other party can't speak."

Regulus stepped closer and sat at the edge of the bed near your chest. He leaned over and slowly ran a finger over your jaw, his pointed nail dragging against your skin.

"Don't worry. i'm not going to do anything...yet." he murmured, holding your chin and turning your face in his hand. "I'd much rather we both be able to move before I act on impulse."

'This isn't real, it can't be. I'm hallucinating. I just need to wake up.' you thought to yourself, trying desperately to move your body.

"Oh, look at that. You're trying to move. How cute." Regulus hummed, trailing his fingers down your neck and over your collarbones.

'Come on! wake up! this isn't real.' you thought, your breathing getting a bit strained. You tried everything in your power to move your body, even an inch.

"Since you'll probably be waking up soon, i'll leave you with something to remember me by." You let out a choked grunt as you felt one of his nails dig into your wrist, drawing some blood.

'Wake up.'

Regulus leaned over, his warm breath fanning over your ear. He proceeded to press a kiss to it, his tongue playfully darting out.

'Wake up.'

"Until we meet again, dear."

'WAKE UP!'

A strangled gasp left your throat as you jolted up, frantically looking around your room only to find it empty. A dull pain ran through your wrist and when you looked down, your heart dropped.

Right there, on your skin, was a rather wide cut, crimson liquid dripping from it. "What the fuck?" you muttered to yourself, still feeling watched as you got up to go bandage your wrist.

Three days had passed since that night and things were just getting weirder. You'd hear the demon's voice calling your name, even in wakefulness. You'd feel cold hands around your neck or on your hips, and each time you'd turn around, no one was there.

But these strange occurrences where all explained as you woke up sweaty and panting for breath. Unlike other nights, you could actually move your body and speak. But just like those other nights, it would be a struggle to get back to bed.

You slowly got out of your bed, making your way to your bathroom. Your reflection stared back at you in the mirror, your exhaustion evident. You sighed and splashed water on your face, your mind drifting to him.

"...I need to take my meds." you mumbled, opening up your medicine cabinet and taking out the white pill bottle. When you closed the door and looked back into the mirror, your heart practically jumped out of your chest, the bottle falling from your hands and into the sink.

Right behind you, staring you down in the mirror, was none other than who was supposed to be your sleep paralysis demon. But you were wide awake (well, kinda).

"Miss me, darling?" Regulus mused, that cocky little grin on his face. You felt like your voice was stuck in your throat, your hands trembling as you went to grab your pills.

"Ah ah ah. No, you don't need these." he said, swiftly grabbing your wrist and plucking the bottle from your hand.

"You...you're not real. You're just something my brain thought up after my paralysis episodes." you said, watching through the mirror as he lifted your wrist, pressing a kiss to the cut he'd made nights before.

"Hm, keep telling yourself that, love." Regulus murmured against your wrist, his chest pressing against your back. Your heart was going a mile a minute, your senses dulled by his strong presence.

"I think," he began, his other hand coming up to wrap around your neck in a firm, but gentle grip. Regulus forced you to look at him through the mirror, his gray eyes glinting with something darker.

"You rather enjoy my company. I think I've been on your mind. all day. everyday." your stomach twisted into knots as Regulus whispered into your ear, the thumb of the hand holding your wrist pressing down on your raw wound.

"Give in, Y/n. You know you want to." he continued, his piercing gray eyes staring into yours.

"You don't need these silly pills. They're probably not even working." You watched as he let go of your neck and grabbed the bottle of anti-insomnia medication, skillfully popping off the cap and pouring the pills into your trash bin.

"I can help you sleep. When I'm done with you, you'll have the best sleep of your life. I promise." you swallowed thickly, your knees going weak. A strange sensation ran through your body, as if some unknown force was drawing you into him. You didn't even have to say anything.

The new look in your eyes was enough for him.

"Good. Now, I need you to relax for me, okay? Can you do that for me, love?" the demon whispered, leaning his head into the crook of your neck. You shivered at the feeling of his lips pressing to your pulse point.

You were like putty in his hands, free from him to touch and mold. One of his hands creeped along the hem of your shirt and soon slipped underneath the thin fabric. A soft gasp left you as the cold metal of his rings passed over your warm skin, his nails dragging over.

"I this your plan? To mess with me till I fall asleep?" you questioned, your free hand snaking up to tangle into his dark curls. A dark chuckle vibrated in his chest as he pulled his hand out from under your shirt and tilted your chin.

"Would it be so bad if it was?" Regulus mused, his hot breath fanning over your lips. "You don't hate this. I can tell. That look in your eyes is practically begging for my attention. Is that what you want, darling? My attention?"

You stomach lurched at his words, your hands getting sweaty and clammy. All you could do was nod, your words failing you once again.

"Say it. Say you want my attention."

"I want...your atte-!" Before you even finished your sentence, Regulus's lips were on yours, hungry and passionate. It wasn't long before Regulus was lifting you up by your thighs and sitting you onto your bathroom counter.

You tugged him closer, your hands gripping fistfuls of his hair, making him grunt into your mouth. His hand slipped underneath your shirt again, his other messing with the drawstrings of your sweatpants.

A slightly pained moan left your lips as you felt his canines dig into your bottom lip. The metallic taste of blood mingled with Regulus's own sweet taste as his tongue now ran over your bottom lip.

Unfortunately, humans need air. The two of you parted from each other, breathing ragged and eyes half lidded. The sight of you dazed (and considerably sleep deprived) with blood dripping down your lip did something absolutely bizarre to him.

"How beautiful." Regulus whispered, reaching over, wiping your bottom lip and licking the blood off of his thumb. "How absolutely gorgeous." He then leaned back in to press kisses to your neck and collarbone, occasionally biting and sucking on the skin to mark you as his.

You could feel yourself slipping, coming undone in his hands. You let your hands fall from his hair, fingers nimbly untying the laces of his shirt.

"Regulus." you breathed out, eyes fluttering shut. Your body tingled and trembled in his arms, soft sounds of your shared pleasure filling the small space of your bathroom.

"Hm, looks like we've got a long way to go." Regulus smirked, giving your thigh a playful squeeze.

"That's fine...I've got all night." you mumbled before pulling him back in.

And right you were. You definitely had all night. And all the nights after. 🌒

**I'll let y'all imagine what happened next <3

© m00nkissedlover, 2025

[chil-aglia]

can I request Leo x Adriaen where Leo is dealing with Adriaen being in heat?

The Heat (Leo X Adriaen)

Absolutely! Obviously, this isn’t going to be NSFW so it’s safe for everyone to read!

Warnings; Somewhat feral Adriaen

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Adriaen awoke feeling off. He couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was that was different today. Lately for the past few days he’s been strange, he’d get hungry out of the nowhere, a burst of energy that will suddenly appear out of the blue which sometimes even startles Adriaen. He also just felt hot most of the time, at first, he thought it was the temperature but even with cool air he’d just feel hot.

Adriaen groans as he tosses and turns in his bed. He was panting and sweating, as though he was running a marathon, he opens his eyes, blinking to adjust to the light as he can faintly hear the voices of the others. What time was it anyways?

He lifted his head slightly, reaching out for his phone and taps the screen. He shot straight up in shock.

2pm?! How the hell did I sleep that long?

Adriaen rubs his eyes, then he froze when he caught a whiff of something in the air. It was sweet, and alluring but Adriaen couldn’t tell what it was. It was making him drool, or at least felt like drooling.

“Adri? You awake now? I got some left-over pizza for you.” Leo knocks, before slowly opening the door and peeking inside. Leo smiled when he saw the other up and awake, unaware of the wide-eyed stare directed at him.

“Did you stay up late again or something? It’s after lunch!” Leo chuckled in amusement, heading deeper inside the room, placing the plate of pizza on top of his bed.

Close…he’s too close. And smells…so good.

Adriaen opens his mouth, letting out a series of pants and he could feel his brain rebooting itself. He twitched his fingers, Leo was talking but it was white noise for Adriaen who walks a bit closer and eventually grabs Leo, pulling him forward.

“Wha—?!”

Leo grunts when he collided with Adriaen’s plastron, he blinks owlishly and blushed at the sudden closeness, he cranes his head to stare at in confusion. “A-Adri? You all right—“ He begin to ask but paused when he froze on the spot.

Adriaen was sniffing him; he could hear the pants coming out of him and felt how his body inching as close as he could to Leo. In a way it felt like Leo was being devoured.

Something…is wrong!

Leo panicked, noticing the sudden off behaviour as he managed to pull himself away from Adriaen who groans and shakes his heads as he backs up to a corner, crouching down with his hands on his head as though he was fighting something inside him.

“Adriaen, what’s wrong? Tell me, I can probably help you.”

“I don’t…hah, know…”

Adriaen weakly points towards the door, his face flushed as he curled one arm around his waist, “Get…D-Donnie. Run…tests.” He managed to choke out, falling to the floor as he whimpers. Leo watched with sympathy and uncertainty of leaving Adriaen alone in such a state, but he had to go get help.

“O-okay. I’ll be right back.”

Leo runs off, heading towards Donnie’s lab-room. Not bothering to knock, he barged in. “Donnie! Somethings wrong with Adriaen. You gotta help him!” Leo begs, unaware that Donnie was working on one of his many projects, he had flinched when Leo burst through the door. Grumbling under his breath at being interrupted.

But the moment he heard the sentence that Adriaen was in trouble, he sat up and quickly followed Leo out and headed back to Adriaen’s room.

“He said you should run tests.” Leo added, watching Donatello carefully make his way to Adriaen who had managed to crawl up from the floor and lean against his bed, mouth hung open with some drool escaping from his lip. 

“Adriaen, are you able to walk?” Donnie questions, to which it took some time but eventually he received a nod. “Okay, come to my room. I can run a few tests to determine what’s happening.” He assured, offering his hand out for Adriaen to take.

The latter eyed the open palm, reaching out shakily and gripping Donnie. He was pulled to his feet where he felt like he could barely walk, but with the help of Donnie he was limping his way out the room.

The moment he saw Leo, he froze. Another strong scent overflowed from the slider, it was making Adriaen nauseous as he pushed Donnie off him and ran to the lab, going to the nearest bin and heaving over it. 

Nothing came out of him, but he couldn’t risk it.

Leo and Donnie head inside, inching closer to their out of sort's fellow turtle. “No…Leo.” Adriaen grunts out, Leo tilting his head in puzzlement. “No, me? What does that mean?” He asks, crouching down to make himself seem a bit smaller in hopes it would ease Adriaen.

“Leo…hah, leave.”

Leo frowns, about to argue back but Donnie intervenes and nods. “I agree. Leo you’ll only be a distraction. I’ll do what I can and run some tests, in the meantime, tell Mikey and Raph to not disturb me.” He ushered his brother out the lab, barely giving him a chance to respond before closing the door on his face.

Leo lingers outside the lab but decided to follow the order from Donnie and spoke with Mikey and Raph who were immediately concerned upon the mention of Adriaen seemingly to be unwell.

Minutes turns into hours, the others were occupying themselves until further notice, Leo could barely sit still, tapping his leg as he sat and tried to watch some Jupiter Jim movies. But his mind was all about Adriaen. The way he spoke, the way he looked, just…everything.

He recalled the hot breath of the mutant when he pulled Leo towards him. He hasn’t done that before, and it was enough to send butterflies to Leo’s stomach.

“Guys, I have an answer to Adriaen’s behaviour.” Donnie suddenly waltzes in, having the three perk up and race over to get answers. 

“What did you find?”

“Is he going to be okay?”

“He’s not sick is he?”

Donnie was a bit baffled from the questions as he pushed his brothers back for some personal space. “Relax guys, everything is fine.” He assured the three who continue to look, eagerly waiting for more.

“Adriaen is experiencing something that he hasn’t had before. He’s right now going through…a rut.”

Mikey blinks unsure of the term, “A what?” He asks but before Donnie could explain the term, Leo was the first to speak up, his eyes wide in shock.

“Mating season?”

“Yes, that’s what I’ve concluded with my research.”

Leo placed his hand over his mouth in thought, it would explain the behaviour. But…he didn’t think Adriaen was going to even have a rut. Shouldn’t that had happened a while ago? Why did it only now just start?

“Where is Adriaen?” Raphael questions, concern written over his face as Donnie gestured back to his lab. “He’s in my lab, I put him in isolation, so he doesn’t hurt himself or anyone.” He informs, Leo steps forward. “Can we see him?” He mutters to which Donnie hums in thought.

“I…I guess so. Maybe one at a time, so Leo you can go see him first. Don’t spook him, he’s…a bit jumpy.”

“Don’t spook him. Got it.”

Leo quickly hurried off to the lab, curiously poking his head through and searching for Adriaen. He saw how Donnie constructed a barrier in the far corner of his lab-room. Adriaen was stuck on the other side of the see through plastic tarp. It reminded Leo of the time they had to be isolated when Splinter got the rat flu.

Leo slowly made his way over and crouched down to the floor, he sits on the other side of the barrier, watching as Adriaen was crawling around on all fours, sniffing around and letting out chirps.

Leo tilts his head, unsure of what Adriaen was doing. Donnie had silently made his way over and stood behind his brother. “He’s gone into a feral state. He’s been like that for the past hour.” Donnie informs, Leo flicking his eyes to his brother before looking back at Adriaen.

“Feral? So, he’s…”

“He’s running on pure animal instinct.”

“I see…but he’s not in any pain, is he?”

“No, I don’t believe he is.”

Adriaen turns his attention to Leo and Donnie, more focused on the slider as he crawls over and bumps his head against the barrier, letting out a whiny trill as he scratched at the tarp.

He was clearly trying to reach Leo, fluttering his hands towards his face but couldn’t touch him. He circles around his space and tries coming back to reach for Leo again.

“What’s he doing?” 

“That, my dear brother is a ritual Adriaen’s species does to court a mate. He sees you as an attractive turtle and is trying to well….you know.”

Leo’s face bursts into a red hue. “He wants to mate with me?!” He yells, Donnie wincing and leaning away before exhaling. “To put it bluntly. Yep. Clearly, I can’t let him out, in case he endangers himself or others.” Donnie stated, crossing his arms as Leo watched Adriaen with interest.

Adriaen continued to make clicking noises out of annoyance, he bumps his head against the barrier in hopes to be free as he chirps for Leo to let him out. Leo sweats as he stands up and looks away, if he continued to watch he might just fulfil Adriaen’s wish and set him free.

“I also hypothesise that Adriaen may not remember anything when he’s in his feral state.”

“He won’t?”

“Probably not. We’ll have to wait and see until his heat is over.”

“When will that be?”

Donnie hums and typed away on his computer, “Let’s see…according to the internet, his species rut will last around March to mid-June. But that’s just if he was a regular turtle, considering he’s a mutant, his rut will last…well, it’s inconclusive.” Donnie elucidates, sweating a bit when Leo frowns.

“inconclusive?”

“We don’t know how long it’ll be. It could take days, weeks maybe even months.”

Leo turns his gaze to Adriaen who was sniffing the air, sitting on his back legs like a dog as he looks around with large eyes.

“There has to be some other way right?”

“The only thing I can possibly think of is if we let Adriaen perform his mating ritual.”

Leo blushed and shook his head at the thought, “That’s just…hah, crazy, right. Letting him…” Leo trails off, his mind going into places where he can’t help but slap himself to get himself together.

Donnie deadpans and shakes his head at his brother, “In the meantime, we’ll keep him in here.” Donnie noted to which Leo nods in agreement, “What about food and water?” He inquired, growing concern for Adriaen’s needs.

“We’ll have to slip him the food and water when he’s not looking. But so far, he hasn’t shown any aggression sign, so I don’t think we’ll have to worry that much.”

Adriaen yawns, rubbing at his eyes to show that he was getting sleepy. “Let’s leave him alone for now. Get him to rest.” Leo concluded, grabbing Donnie as the two walk out. Leo paused and glanced back at Adriaen who lays down on a makeshift bed of blankets, closing his eyes to sleep.

"I’ll come check on you later."

Leo softly smiled before closing the door to Donnie’s lab-room.

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hopefully this was okay. I’ll probably make it a miniseries where we see all the chaotic stuff happening

Feel free to draw scenes and tag me! I’ll probably even feature your art into the potential chapters

[mitsuki-komori]

Your Soothing Heart (And Cats!)

WHAAAT? I’m alive? Yeaaaaaah

“Luck! Luck!” Magna yelled as he walked through the woods, visibly irritated. ‘Gah… Where the hell has the brat gone now?’

This was supposed to be a quick mission… Find a stupid cat and you’re done. It was as simple as that. But no. Luck just had to go run off on his own. Magna swears, Luck will never change. Magna thought about how far he was from the village the cat comes from, could a cat really wander this far? They checked everywhere else…

Magna only had the patience to look for one animal.

With each step, Magna became more frustrated than he was before. Luck really knew how to get on his nerves sometimes… “Luck! This isn’t funny, come out. You’re pissing me off.

That’s when Magna heard a quiet ‘meow’. He snapped his head over to the sound and saw a little white cat with golden eyes. A cat they (AS A TEAM) we’re supposed to find. At least this was a plus.

Magna stepped forward to pick it up, that’s when it started to go the opposite way. “Oh, you little—“

As they went through the forest, Magna couldn’t help but get the feeling that the cat wasn’t necessarily trying to get away from him… Since it kept waiting once it was far enough away from Magna… That or it’s just that mean.

That’s when it hit him. This mana. It was strange, and it had bad vibes all over it. Following the cat more, the mana got stronger.

The little cat went into a cave. That was suspicious in itself, but a mission is a mission. When Magna got in, he was hit with a wave of warmth and purple light came from around the corner. And the more he went in, the more of this purple gunky, charcoal looking stuff there was.

Then his heart dropped. Reaching the end of the small cave, he saw where the cat was leading him. On the ground, completely passed out, was Luck. Magna ran over in an instant. “Luck! Luck, hey! Are you alright?”

Magna began to feel nauseous. He put one arm under Luck’s knees, the other on his back as he picked Luck up (the cat on Luck’s stomach). Magna could tell this had something to do with this gross mana. So he got out of there with Luck as fast as possible. “Goddamn it, Luck… You’re so reckless… You’ll get yourself killed one of these days.” Magna muttered with discomfort in his tone.

Once Magna believed they were far enough, he laid Luck’s unconscious body against a tree and tried to shake him awake. He looked pale and filthy… ‘What did the brat get himself into?’

Luck started stirring awake, his vision was blurry… There was a strange sinking feeling in his chest as he looked around.

“Luck? Are you okay? You look pretty out of it…” Magna places a hand on Luck’s cheek to turn his head towards him. The feeling was strange. It’s like Luck was freezing and burning at the same time, there was definitely something wrong.

As soon as Luck realized he was awake, his breath hitched and it began to pick up. He slapped Magna’s hand away and scoot back.

“Don’t touch me!”

Magna looked shock as his face covered itself with worry and confusion. “Woah! Luck, it’s me… You’re okay…”

Luck groaned in pain as he looked around frantically, clearly very panicked and confused. He began to shake and his heart wouldn’t stop pounding in his chest. “It hurts! Make it stop!” Luck clenched his head, tearing up.

Magna could feel his anxiety go through the roof. He’s never seen Luck like this, and it scared the shit of him. He hated seeing someone he cared about so much in pain. The worst part was that he didn’t know how to help. “Luck, hey… What‘s wrong?”

It was like Luck was in a different world, seeing things that weren’t there. “I’m sorry… It’s my fault…” Luck muttered in his nonsensical gibberish. He reached his hand out to nothing… or something…

Magna was getting real sick of whatever game this was. However, he was much more concerned than he was annoyed. Magna pulled Luck into a tight embrace and whispered softly. “Hey, it’s alright… I’m here… just calm down…”

Luck’s voice got quieter as he took time to listen to Magna’s heartbeat. The pounding was calm. Luck rested his head and became silent.

“Jeez… You scared me… What’s wrong?” Magna pat Luck on the back in a comforting manner. When Luck lifted his head, Magna couldn’t help but notice how dizzy and delirious he looked. “You look terrible… Can you see me? Hey.” Magna waved his hand in front of Luck’s face. Luck was only to move his head in confusion. ‘Clearly not…’ Magna thinks to himself. On the bright side, at least Luck had calmed down…

Magna takes a deep breath and picks Luck up. They get onto Magna’s crazy cyclone and head back to the Black Bulls Hideout.

The moment Magna enters with Luck in his arms, most eyes turn to them. Vanessa gets up and walks over with a worried look. “Luck?! Is he alright?”

Magna shrugs. “I don’t know. I found him lying in a weird cave and then he started freaking out and crap…” Magna says with an annoyed tone, but in reality he’s the person most worried about his dear friend.

Vanessa sighs. “I’ll call a doctor over, take him to his room for some rest.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Magna nods as he continues on.

“Hm, I see… It seems your friend here has mana poisoning.” Doctor Owen states after finishing his examination.

Magna tilts his head. “Mana poisoning? The hell does that mean?”

“In some areas, mana builds up and becomes toxic. The more mana one has, the more they’ll be affected. Meaning if a royal was in Luck’s place, they’d be in much worse shape. I suspect you were only able to get Luck out so easily was because of your lack of mana.” He explained. Magna groaned in irritation. Every time! It’s always about mana every time. Though, in the case it was a good thing… Magna supposes it’s not so bad if it’s the best way to save Luck.

Magna takes a deep breath. “So what exactly is wrong with him?”

“There’s a lot of symptoms. The mana tends to use one’s memories as a method to scramble the brain. Sometimes it causes hallucinations, mood swings, and emotional distress. It should go away within a few days, so be sure he gets lots of rest and that his temperature doesn’t get too hot or cold. Another thing I should add, victims of mana poisoning shouldn’t be left alone under any circumstances.” After the explanation was given, Magna took a few moments to process.

“Oh, ok… I’ll guess I can take care of him. It’s not like I want to or anything… It’s the manly thing to do!” Magna glances at Luck who was fast asleep. After Doctor Owen took his leave, he sat beside him.

“Seriously, man? Getting yourself mana poisoning? I’ll never let you live this down.”

That’s when Magna heard a meow and he saw none other than a little golden-eyed cat lay on Luck’s stomach. That’s right… Magna completely forgot about him.

“Magnaaaaaaa…!”

Magna clenched his teeth as he walked over to Luck for the 3rd time in the last 10 minutes. “Whaaaaat?”

Luck giggled and waved. “Hi!”

“Seriously?! That’s all? Hi! Next time there better be an actual reason…” Magna knew taking care of Luck of all people would be a pain, nevermind a Luck that’s delirious like this!

“Magna, I’m hungry.” Luck says with a bored expression. The cat meowed, it was probably hungry too.

“Great, do you want a reward?” Magna jokes. However, it seemed Luck didn’t get the joke because he looked sad now. “It was a joke. I’ll get you something… What do you want?”

Luck rolled over, ignoring Magna. Magna scoffed and walked over to the side Luck turned to.

“Hey! You can’t just ask me to get you something and not tell me what it is!”

“Huh…? Do you know where she is?” Luck asked out of the blue.

Magna’s expression turned to confusion as he sighed. “You know what? I’ll pick for you.” Magna walked out and downstairs to bother Charmy.

“Charmy! Make something for Luck to eat.” Magna demands.

Vanessa tilts her head as she sees Magna. “Magna! What are you doing? Did you leave Luck alone?”

Magna froze for a moment and coughed. “Oh yeah… It’s only for a moment though.”

“Get back up there! Charmy will bring it up for you.”

Magna rolled his eyes and turned around. “Fine! But you’re not my mom!”

Upon entering Luck’s room, Magna noticed something wrong. Something is missing…

Magna looked around. “Luck? Where’d you go?” It didn’t take long for him to figure out Luck had left the room. He walked through the halls, trying to find out where he could’ve gone. Magna spots a furry white tail from around the corner. And surprise, it’s the cat. Magna followed it around and saw it go upstairs.

‘Guess I can check upstairs more…’ As soon as Magna reached the stairs, something— someone crashed into him. They both hit the floor, causing a thud. “Ow! What the… Luck? The hell are you doing?”

Luck got up and looked around, confused. Magna tried to turn Luck’s attention towards him, slightly concerned.

“Luck, hey… It’s me. What are you doing?”

Luck made eye contact with Magna and answered simply like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I’m looking for my mom.”

Magna took a moment to process. “Your… mom?”

“Do you know where she went…?”

Magna’s heart ached seeing Luck so confused and vulnerable. Magna didn’t know much about Luck’s mom, but he knew enough to know he didn’t like her. Magna couldn’t possibly tell Luck the truth with him in such a state. “Um… Your mom… she just went to the shop to… get some medicine because you’re sick. If you aren’t in bed, she’ll worry…”

Luck tilted his head. “She’ll worry about me?”

Magna nodded in confirmation. “That’s right, so come on… back to bed…”

Luck agrees and goes with Magna to his room once again. Once he’s safely in bed again, Magna checks his temperature. “Jeez, you’re like a stove.” Magna grabbed Luck’s empty glass and filled it up while also getting a wet cloth. “This outta help you cool off.”

“Magna… why do you deal with me?”

Magna raises an eyebrow, what kind of question was he trying to ask? “What do you mean?”

“I’m always ruining your things and making you mad… don’t you ever want me to go away?”

Magna felt mad again, Luck really knew how to get under his skin. “What the hell are you talking about? Who told you I wanted you to go away? Who else would I spar with? And my things? Who cares…? I’ll just get new things, and it’s not like other people would deal with me as well as you. Plus, we’re best friends, I’m used to you by now.” Magna admits he got a bit worked up, but it was Luck’s fault!

Luck stared at him for a moment and started to whine.

“What the…?” Magna scratches his head. What did he do? “Luck, why are you crying?” Magna sat down beside Luck. Luck leaned against Magna, Magna’s face heated up.

“You’re a loser.”

Steam came out of Magna’ ears. “Wh— Hey!” Luck started to laugh at Magna. “Psh, whatever… I don’t care.”

The cat crawled into Luck’s arms. Magna had to admit, Luck cuddling with a furry kitty was pretty adorable.

The next few days were a real pain for Magna. From Luck making fun of him like usual to whining like a baby. Luck is too hot! Luck is too cold! The cat is hungry! Magna swears, he’s never gonna let Luck go near toxic mana again if it means having to not deal with this.

“How are you still sick? The doctor said you should be fine after a few days…”

“Hey, Magna.” Luck sat up, letting his gaze fall onto Magna. Magna looked up at Luck.

“What now?”

Luck scooted closer to Magna. “How do you feel about me?”

Magna froze in place. “Huh?”

Luck smirked and repeated the question. “How do you feel about me? You’ve been taking care of me for the last few days, it’s like you like me or something…”

Was Luck making fun of him?!

“What are you saying?! Me like you? Psh…” Though when Magna thought about it… Luck had a point. “I mean… You’re not bad or anything… uh…”

“Is your face red?”

“No!” Magna shouted. Luck just smiled and started laughing at him. That’s when Magna became silent for a minute. “Hey! You’re not sick anymore! You’re faking it!”

Luck acted all confused. “What? I don’t know what you’re talking about~!”

“Luck, seriously… Why would you ask me that?”

“I thought I could make you say it.” Luck explained vaguely.

“Say what?!” It was Magna’s turn to act clueless. The cat meowed, Magna never thought he’d see a cat more unimpressed than that one.

Luck shrugged his shoulders and ran out the door. Magna immediately chased after him. “Hey! Where are you going!?”

“Catch me if you can!”

Magna gladly accepts the challenge and charges after the little devil.

Running outside, Magna has completely lost Luck. Magna glanced around on high alert… If he knew Luck then he knew… From behind!

Magna stepped out of the way and Luck came at him. “Ha! I—“

Magna was caught off guard when Luck grabbed his face and kissed him. When Luck stopped, Magna stood there for a whole 2 minutes. “Magna? Are you alive?”

“That was… cheating.”

Luck’s smile rises back up on his face as he cheers. “I win!”

A meow interrupted them as they both looked over at the little white cat. Luck picks it up and turns back to Magna.

“Hey, Magna! Let’s go return him together. It can be our first date!”

“You want our first date to be finishing up a boring mission?” Magna questioned him.

Luck nodded happily.

“Sounds good.”

[bonobonoyaatheart]

Video Call - Yang Jeongin

Summary : You're out on tour, and you both miss each other like crazy. You overwork yourself as distraction, which worries Jeongin. His video calls become the solution to all this.

Genre: Angst, Fluff.

Pairing: Non idol Jeongin x fem idol reader

It had been a whole week since you had embarked on your tour, and you found yourself missing him desperately. This was your first tour since the two of you had started dating, and he occupied your thoughts constantly. In an attempt to distract yourself, you poured all your energy into your work, which slowly morphed into an alarmingly unhealthy obsession.

His state of mind mirrored yours. He was going crazy in your absence, and your only contact had been through calls and simple texts. He had attempted a few video calls, but your schedule had been too demanding to spare even a moment.

The fans' ecstatic cheers reverberated in your ears as the magnificent performance concluded. Your head was spinning, and the stage lights dimmed. Exhaustion enveloped you entirely, and you observed everything fading into darkness, aware of your fellow members rushing to your side.

"Y/Nie, can you hear us?" "Get some water!" "Quick, take her backstage!" "Y/N needs rest!" "Hey, wake up!" "Should we call for external oxygen?" "Help me support her!"

Panicked voices of your fellow members filled the air as they relocated you to a makeshift medical room backstage. After some time, you slowly opened your eyes to find your fellow members gazing at you with deep concern. "She's awake, Unnie! Y/N is awake!" Mia called out to Jieun, and one by one, everyone gathered around.

Suddenly, your phone rang, and it was Jeongin on a video call. Aecha answered the call. "Unnie, please, don't mention today to Jeongin. Don't say anything, please," you implored. "Speak sparingly, kid. Just rest. We'll handle everything else," Mia instructed Aecha, who then accepted the call.

"Hey, guys! What's everyone up to? Where's Y/N?" Jeongin asked cheerfully. Aecha turned the camera towards you. "Your stubborn girlfriend overexerted herself and fainted after the performance," Seojun stated, glaring at you. "She doesn't listen to us, Jeongin, so please talk some sense into her," Mia said with genuine concern.

You were incredibly tired, not awake enough to engage with him at that moment. "How is she now? I know she can be stubborn sometimes, but all of this worries me even more," Jeongin expressed. "Three more days in Brazil," Jieun mentioned. "Don't worry; we'll take care of her."

"I trust you guys, but it's hard for me here. I already miss her so much, and situations like these keep me up at night," Jeongin admitted, his voice softening.

"We understand, Jeongin, but don't stress. We've got her back," Mia assured him with a gentle smile. "Yes, I'm sure you'll do great. Anyways, bye! Good night!" Jeongin bid your bandmates farewell, and the call ended.

The next day, you refrained from participating in the choreography, and your members texted Jeongin after the concert. Within a few minutes, you received a video call from him.

"Hey, babe, how are you feeling now? Did you get some rest?" Jeongin inquired, genuinely concerned. "Yeah, my members practically forced me to rest and sleep. I had nothing to do for half the day, which was the worst part," you replied. Jeongin's expression grew somber. "It's okay, baby. You need proper rest after everything you've put yourself through."

"But, Innie, I can't stop thinking about you and us and all those things. Working extra hard at least keeps those thoughts at bay. I miss you so much here; it feels like I can't function without you," you admitted, tears threatening to spill over. Your breathing grew heavier as you fought back the urge to break down.

"Hey, look at me. Baby, I miss you too. It's alright. Breathe. Take deep breaths; I'm right here," Jeongin reassured you, his heart aching as he watched your tears flow. "Y/Nie, it's only a few more days, okay? Baby, look at me." Jeongin couldn't help but feel guilty for not being there with you.

"Am I making you sad too? I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you hurriedly wiped away your tears. "I shouldn't make it harder for both of us."

Jeongin quickly dismissed your apology. "Don't apologize, baby; it's alright." "I guess I should hang up, or I'll cry even more." Before Jeongin could respond, you ended the call. He sighed, unable to bear watching you suffer alone any longer.

The following day, he video called you once again, but this time, he had changed the background. You had just finished your fifth performance, and your mood was genuinely uplifted. "Hey, what are you up to? You know the performance was incredible. We didn't expect such an overwhelming response from the fans. They were screaming the entire time. But what's with the flowery background?"

"Just for you, baby; you're my flower," Jeongin said, flashing you an ear-to-ear smile. "Don't be too cheesy, boy," you teased, marveling at how easily he could make you blush. "Why, do you like it?" Jeongin burst into hearty laughter. "So what are you going to do now that you're done rocking the stage?"

"Nothing much, I'll probably just rest and chill. We don't have much scheduled for tomorrow," you replied, smiling. "That's great!" Jeongin exclaimed.

"Jeongin, are you walking somewhere? Where are you?" you asked with a hint of suspicion. "Oh, that... I'm just heading to the grocery store, nothing special," he replied with a small smile. "Are you doing alright?" He inquired, "Well, I still miss you terribly, Innie," you confessed.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. "Wait, I'll open it," you said. "Just a second, baby, someone's here." Jeongin gave you a thumbs up. You opened the door to find Jeongin standing there, a broad smile on his face, still on video call. "Surprise!" he cheered.

"You... Jeongin... for real?" You were stunned, overwhelmed by the sight of your boyfriend, arms wide open for a hug. You rushed into his embrace. "You stupid idiot, jerk! Why didn't you tell me you were coming? Do you know how hard it is to get last-minute plane tickets? Why didn't you tell me? Is this your idea of grocery shopping?" You lightly playfully hit his chest, and he could barely hold back his laughter. "I came here because I couldn't wait to see you, baby. Anything for you."

You held him tightly, not realizing you were crying until Jeongin spoke up. "Let's go inside first, baby. I don't want you crying out here like this," he said, leading you to the bedroom. You clung to him like a koala. "Innie, I missed you so, so much." "That's why I'm here, baby. Come on, show me that pretty smile."

You smiled at him. "That's my girl!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with emotion. "Hey, Innie, please don't tell me you're going to cry too. That's my thing to do," he laughed softly, pulling you closer.

"Now that you're here, and I have a relaxed schedule, let's go out and explore the streets tomorrow," you suggested, hoping for a positive response. "Sure, just make sure no one recognizes you," he ran his slender fingers through your hair, caressing your soft locks. You relaxed into his touch.

He was there with you, in his arms, after all. You couldn't be happier, and neither could he. Moments like these were what your heart would cherish for a lifetime—tiny, joyful memories, precious and special.

[crow-stars]

❝DURING MIDNIGHT, ADVENTURES YOU AND I❞

❦summary; during the night is when the best adventures are made

♪the characters in this story; child!malleus draconia, baby!silver, lilia vanrouge

✎word count; 1,380

❀what do the ghosts say?; familial relationships, very very fluffy, malleus child kidnapping oh my gooosh, a panicked lilia

☛the author's notes; got super inspired from @ohsleepie and their malleus & silver sibling stuff, so i offer this! link to the original post. header is also from the art that inspired this piece, so i'll be putting the full picture at the bottom too. i hope you like it!

☪look at the catalogue?

Nights in Briar Valley are always strangely quiet. Sometimes, there will be the soft flutter of a summer bug or the quiet cawing of an insomniac raven. But those instances are few and far between.

It's something Malleus has grown accustomed to, although it's not something he particularly. Sometimes, he feels like some mysterious force compels all of Briar Valley to be silent during the night, permitting no noise or rustling of any kind. The only solace he finds is the fireflies that break through the night's darkness when the weather is warmer.

Malleus pushes away from the window sill, the soft bedsheets rustling as he wiggled to the edge of the bed. He feels himself sink a bit into the plush mattress, almost like it's trying to tempt him back to bed. The young fae ignores this, a destination in his mind.

The tiles are bitingly cold against his bare feet as he pads through the hallways, green light emitting only the smallest bit of luminescence as Malleus ventures through the halls.

The door to Lilia's quarters are easy to recognize, the wood of the door a light birch in comparison to the darker woods that are used for the rest of the doors. Whenever Malleus passed it, he always had the temptation to just enter and never leave Lilia's abode.

In there, it was always so warm, a welcoming orange fire always burning, smelling like freshly cut flowers and cut wood. Malleus always loved it, but time did not always allow him to be where he truly wanted. The door is unlocked when the young prince turns the handle, a smile spreading across his face as he passes through the door frame.

The room is dark as he enters, but Malleus can see the furniture as good eyes adjust to the dark. He takes a pause to look around, door clicking shut behind him as he steps in further.

He carefully walks along the wooden floors, towards the bedrooms. Lilia's bedroom is on the right, indicated by the red mahogany door, decorated immaculately and attractive to the eye, but that's not the room Malleus looks for. Instead, he aims for the room on the left, the door that is decorated in green and yellow stars and flowers, a sight that Malleus smiles at.

Turning the knob, the door creaks as he opens it and steps into the room. There's still some toys on the floor that haven't been cleaned up, but it's part of the charm of such a room, he thinks. Stepping over the forgotten toys, Malleus makes his way towards the crib, inspecting the small figure that wiggles in the crib. When he finally reaches the crib, he leans over the edge, eyes meeting with wide aurora-like eyes.

“Silver?”

Malleus gets a soft coo in response, a sound that makes him smile. He chuckles, leaning down further and hands bracing against the crib. Silver's bib lays on his chest, most likely falling from between his lips.

“Ah, I see you're awake as well.”

Reaching out to the small child, Malleus picks up Silver, arms wrapped around the child just as Lilia taught him. Smaller hands immediately rise to touch Malleus' face, chubby fingers trying to grip at the fae's cheeks.

He looks down at Silver, a hand pawing at his nose. “What trouble, neither of us being able to sleep, hm?” The only thing that Silver responds with is pinching Malleus' nose.

He laughs, humming in thought. “What say you, child? Shall we go somewhere?”

Silver turns in Malleus' hold a bit, head turning to look outside to the window. The fireflies were out tonight, illuminating the dark forest outside. It gives Malleus an idea, one that makes him smile.

“Oh, outside! Such a good idea.” Malleus makes his way to the door, leaving Lilia's home and out into the cold green halls once more. Despite this, Malleus still smiles, cradling a cooing Silver in his arms. “I'll take you to the fountain I like going to, I'm sure you'll love it.”

He hears a giggle, this only fueling Malleus' determination to get to the fountain. The soft padding of Malleus' feet echo through the corridor, following the path that he usually takes.

“I could also show you to the gardens as well.” Malleus' own voice fills up the silence, besides Silver's soft cooing, as he rocks the baby in his arms a bit, absentmindedly. “Lilia says he's been meaning to show you the gardens too. But I suppose I'll be the one showing it to you.”

He turns a corner, continuing on his journey. If he has to guess, Malleus would say that the two were only a few minutes from their destination.

“Though, I do hope you have no allergies to the flora there. I've heard Lilia worrying about you being allergic to things, child.” Malleus ponders all this aloud, head tilting left to right as if to imitate thinking. “Child, what do you think?”

When Malleus looks down, he finds no cooing child looking up at him in wonderment, but a child whose eyes have slipped shut, falling into deep sleep as he was rambling on.

“Ah, you can't fall asleep yet!” There's a pout that forms on the young fae's lips, huffing as Silver sleeps through Malleus' upset. “Could you not stay awake longer? We're almost there.”

And yet Silver still sleeps, little snores coming from the child. Malleus sighs heavily, but continues on his way, dirt sifting under his feet soon enough. It's pleasantly cool against his skin, the sound of gently running water reaching Malleus' ears.

The sight before him is truly calming, the slowly flowing water a nice background sound. There were roses that grew high above the young fae, a nice sight and perfect cover when playing games with Lilia. It also seemed like the fireflies decided to come over, floating about among the area. One even briefly rests on Silver's nose before Malleus shoos it away.

He walks to the bench swing that is tucked in a nice corner, complete with soft blankets and pillows for the occasion that Malleus might fall asleep here. Sitting down on the bench, Malleus grabs a blanket and makes sure to adjust the pillows well, leaning against them and pulling the blanket over himself and Silver.

Malleus is still sitting up, but the child rests against his chest, small hands curled around the front of his shirt tightly. He can't help but rub a few circles onto Silver's back, eyes trained onto the messy white locks that lean against his chest. He heaves a sigh, raising his head to look at the fountain. That familiar feeling of drowsiness starts to bloom throughout Malleus' body, not able to fight off the yawn that pushes past his lips.

With his grip on Silver tightening, Malleus leans back, eyes slipping closed as he finally is able to slip into sleep.

The next morning, the frantic yells of Briar Valley's best general echoes through the castle, frantic calls of his child and the young prince's names being heard in the early hours of the morning. All can hear the thundering footsteps as Lilia runs throughout the castle, checking all the places that Malleus could have run off to.

He finally stumbles on the fountain garden, kicking up dirt as he rushes in.

“Malleus-!”

Lilia stops himself, soaking in the sight before him. He can't help the tired chuckle that comes from his lips, dragging a hand down his face.

Malleus has leaned back a bit more on the swinging bench, arms still secured around Silver, who has taken to having his arms wrapped around Malleus' neck, hands still gripped around his shirt. The blanket has slipped down from where it was on top of them and a pillow looks ready to fall from the bench.

“Oh, great Seven...”

Walking over to the bench, Lilia sits next to Malleus, an arm wrapping around the young prince to hug him close. He relaxes against the seat, fixing the blanket so it properly covers the two children. Malleus immediately goes to lean against Lilia, still sleeping soundly. The sight of it all has adoration bubbling in Lilia's chest.

“Now what am I to do with you two, hm?”

[chronicowboy]

love you in my sleep | 4.2k

Eddie likes to think he's pretty good at bottling things up—he's not great at keeping them bottled up but—maybe it'd be more accurate to specify champagne bottles, specifically the type sprayed around on Formula One podiums. Or, well, soda canning things up might be the better term because, God, is he good at shaking those bad boys up until they explode. But going by the last explosion, Eddie thinks he has about two more years before his feelings for Buck come bursting out of him like champagne foam; light and fizzy and drenching.

Except he's in therapy now, and Frank had gently but stubbornly picked away at his brain until he'd unearthed two things: one that Eddie had been repressing longer than the trauma of war, and one that Eddie had been repressing like it was as apocalyptic as war.

Which is why he finds himself leaning against the corner of the hallway wall, chest still heaving with the lingering snap of a lightning bolt in his head, watching Buck sleep. It should take him back, maybe, to a week where everyone in their little family spent their time just watching Buck sleep. It might have under other circumstances—like if he'd ever managed to make himself look at Buck for more than a vanishing second of time. But now, the rise and fall of Buck's chest, the strong and harsh wheeze of his snores, the expressiveness of his face as his nose twitches—he's just asleep, he's alive, and Eddie loves him more than he can ever understand.

At least, he thinks as he takes a step toward the couch, this explosion won't be quite so catastrophic.

At most, that terrible and cruel voice that always has and probably always will sound a little like his parents says, you'll blow up this beautiful life you've built for you and your son.

It's too late for Eddie to stop it now though, body moving without his brain's input—his heart confident and in control as he kneels down at Buck's couch-side.

It's not an orbit Buck has that pulls him in, it's something more deeply unknowable to Eddie than that. It's no red string of fate reeling him in, no intervening hand from the universe pushing him forward, no fate that has them colliding like this over and over again. It's all them. It's Eddie and Buck and what Eddie hopes is their mutual desire to weave their ribs together until they're just one beating heart with room enough for Christopher. It's how itchy Eddie feels in his own skin sometimes and the way it had taken him almost five years to understand it's because he'd wanted to crawl into Buck's. It's the way Buck gets jittery and fidgety and scratches at his arms like he'd rather be in Eddie's skin too.

There's no divine intervention in what Eddie's about to do. It's all his choice—need and want and love.

Eddie reaches for Buck's face, faltering at the last moment so that his hand lands on Buck's shoulder instead. And, fuck, just the feel of him, warm like a furnace and so goddamn alive, even through a t-shirt makes Eddie want to burn up like Icarus.

"Buck," he whispers into the stillness of the night, shaking his shoulder lightly. Buck's brow furrows in his sleep, and his snores cease for an unintelligible grumbling that makes Eddie smile fondly to himself. "Buck, wake up."

Eddie remembers, a few weeks ago, Christopher laughing at a tiktok of a woman startling awake in her bed captioned why does every parent wake up like this before he'd promptly shoved it in Eddie's face and told him 'it's you!'. Now Buck's eyes snap open, already scanning the living room like he's looking for danger until they settle on Eddie—blue as a sky before a storm, and Eddie's calm in the eye of a hurricane—and he's Christopher's other dad.

(Part of him wonders if Christopher might have sent that video to Buck.)

"Eddie, hey," Buck rasps, gravelly voice panicked and rushed enough to have Eddie straining to make the words out. "What's wrong? Is Chris— Are you—"

"We're fine, Buck," Eddie soothes, squeezing his shoulder just to let Buck's warmth sink deeper into the bones of his hand. "Everything's fine, sorry."

"No, that's..." Buck sighs, eyes fluttering shut as he slumps back against the couch with a hand over his heart. "Fuck."

"Sorry," Eddie says again, biting his lip when Buck cracks a bleary eye open to glare at him. "I just..." And Eddie has imagined this moment what has to be a billion times since a gunshot wound and Lichtenberg scars and a bloody, broken heart in a cemetery, but he's never imagined it like this. Dark, quiet, morning breath fuzzy on their tongues, Eddie on his knees, Buck yawning into his fist, Christopher asleep just down the hall. But it feels perfect, feels like them. "I love you," he breathes, and it's instant the way the weight of the world slips off his shoulders like Sisyphus had finally managed to get the boulder up and over the mountain.

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[pumazoey]

After Nightmares

visions of alternate timelines full of destruction and chaos are a lot for an already overworked young woman to handle. estelle gets a chance to be vulnerable again and zoey learns how to take care of her. its a win win.

this is my first time writing any kind of agere so PLEASE be nice/send feedback about it or just the story in general. to the anon from earlier i’m sorry if this characterization doesn’t fit your standards :)

Dealing with visions was already tiring. Visions lead to fainting, they lead to slurred speech and difficulty breathing and chanting of that word: “eyes”

So many eyes, everywhere. The world turned purple, with swirls of black and yellow and white, her head pounded, her brain throbbing in her skull like a drummer in a hard rock band. 

And then she would pass out.

There was no alerting anyone: nobody could sense it, not her friends, not her family, not the cats. She coped well, for someone afflicted with a generations-long curse. 

On most days, the eyes weren’t even the worst part.

She was more vulnerable while she was asleep. That was a good rule of thumb: the less awake she was, the easier she was to throw for a loop. The nightmares came fast and frequent. After particularly bad ones, she would wake up crying.

And that was exactly what had happened that night.

“Estelle?” Zoey sat bolt upright, rapidly blinking sleep from her eyes as she watched her girlfriend writhe in pain. She put a firm hand on her shoulder, grabbing her and shaking her. 

“Nnnnnn…” Estelle let out a sharp little whine, kicking her feet. “Don’t wanna- don’t wanna see anymore…” Zoey squeezed harder. She didn’t want to cause any pain, but her instinct to wake the girl up far overtook that desire.

“I know, I know-” Zoey sounded panicked, which was uncommon. Her usually snarky demeanor had been replaced by worry. “Yeah, I know.”

By the time Estelle was awake and back in full consciousness, it was clear something was very, very wrong. She hugged her knees to her chest, tears running down her cheeks like raindrops down car windows. Whatever she’d seen had shaken her to her core.

“Hey…baby…” Zoey reached out tentatively. The words stung her lips when she said them; she was still learning how to be more genuine and baby may have been pushing it. “Is something wrong?”

Estelle looked up at her, and Zoey was immediately transported back to her time as a kid, scared and alone at the foot of her mother’s bed, watery eyes and clenched fists after a bad dream. Estelle was just a child again. 

“Do you need anything?” She kept her voice to a whisper. “I can go get you a glass of water? Extra blanket?”

“Don’t wanna get up…” Estelle managed to say through whimpers. “He’s out there.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Zoey urged. “Sometimes it’s less scary if you talk about it.”

Estelle shook her head and moved closer to Zoey. “I don’t wanna…”

“Well, then, let’s try to go back to sleep.”

“No! He’ll get me…don’t let him get me…” She pressed her face into Zoey’s chest, her ginger hair falling around her damp face. Zoey wrapped both arms around her, clutching her securely. God, Zoey, don’t fuck it up. She’s a mess. Don’t make it worse.

“Okay…do you want to just sit here, then?” She stroked her girlfriend’s soft curls, shifting slightly side to side.

Estelle rested her chin on one of her breasts, amber owl eyes staring at Zoey, unblinking. “Can we turn the lights on? I don’t like the darkness…There’s eyes n’ there…”

Zoey obliged, flipping on the lightswitch beside their bed. The girls were illuminated by the soft glow of the lamps on their nightstands. “Better?”

“Better.”

“Will you sleep if I leave the lights on?” Zoey carefully moved her lover’s hair out of her face with no more than a gentle brush of her fingertips. 

“I don’t know…” Estelle sounded genuinely unsure. She closed her eyes, breathing in Zoey’s scent. It seemed to comfort her in a way. 

“Stel, honey, are you feeling okay? Do you feel sick or anything?”

“Not sick. Uhm…like…small. And the world is big.”

“Yeah, I see that. Well…I know I’m not good at comforting you, and I can be kind of…harsh and intimidating and I’m probably not the greatest girlfriend…”

Estelle clapped a hand over her mouth. “Shush! You’re warm. Like a teddy bear.”

“If that’s what you need, I’ll gladly be your teddy bear.”

[judasofsuburbia]

writing a new easy chapter and thinking about steddie’s teenage daughter going through a one direction phase. sees the WMYB music video one day on tv and becomes completely enthralled.

her dads, ever supportive of her interests, try to listen to them too. watch their music videos on the computer after she goes to sleep.

steve thinks they’re charming and fun. eddie feels a migraine coming on.

“aw c’mon eds, they’re cute!” steve says. “it’s like her nsync!”

“yeah and it was painful enough to go through that with you,” eddie retorts.

steve gives him a look. “just…be nice, okay?”

eddie grimaces at the computer screen. he was more so hoping his daughter would have a metal phase. or hell, he'd even take a goth phase. he sighs and mumbles, “alright, alright.”

now eddie’s perfectly content to have one direction be something their daughter shares with steve. even if their first album plays so much in their house that eddie catches himself humming it sometimes and groans petulantly. privately, of course.

yes, eddie’s content with not being into them until steve and their daughter get tickets to their show and steve gets the flu the night before. eddie is calling everyone: robin, nancy, max, lucas, dustin, hell even HOPPER but no one’s available to chaperone her. so he tells her that he’ll go to the concert. out of pure love.

the arena is a bloodbath. eddie's been to metal shows his entire life but he's never seen anything like this. he's making panicked eye contact to any other dad he sees and they all kind of shrug. a "well, what are you gonna do?" he's never feared for his life more. his daughter is over the moon though and that’s what matters.

the light dim and the boys take the stage. his daughter is gripping the seat in front of her, jumping up and down, screeching at the top of her lungs. eddie sits back and takes a long sip of his beer.

it's gonna be a long night.

but it wasn't a long night. the boys put on an incredible show and eddie finds himself amazed by their showmanship and charisma. they cover wheatus' teenage dirtbag and eddie's suddenly standing, shouting the lyrics along with them.

his daughter's favorite is louis (sometimes niall on a rogue day). he's finding his favorite is zayn. something about his bad boy rebel persona reminds him of himself at that age. but like, the fabricated teeny bopper celebrity version.

yeah, okay, he does know the lyrics to WMYB and yeah, okay, he does hold his daughter's hands and belts the lyrics out with her. he holds her as she cries when the boys leave the stage, shushing her gently and stroking her back. he lifts her spirits by getting them into the merch line and letting her choose whatever she wants.

somehow eddie ends up asking for two adult larges of the tour sweatshirt. his daughter squints her eyes at him but has an all knowing smile on her face.

their daughter passes out on the car ride home and eddie carries her inside. he slips her boots off and tucks her into bed. steve is awake when he enters their room. pale and sickly, but otherwise competent.

"how was it?" steve croaks.

eddie slyly hands him a sweatshirt. steve beams at him and slips it over his head. when his head pokes out the other side, he realizes that eddie has put his tour sweatshirt on. the same knowing smile that was on their daughter earlier is now on steve's face as well.

eddie clears his throat and scratches the back of his neck. "do we have an extra CD i could have in my car?"

[nishimaru]

brief love proclamations between two pining idiots.

no tw! just some insecurities and type-2 diabetic fluff and light cursing ! ha || gender neutral reader also the character for kayson doesn't belong to me, as it belongs to zsakuva on youtube ! story does though, enjoy !

it’s been almost three years, marking the third anniversary of your relationship with your wonderful boyfriend, kayson. he knows you love him because you never fail to reassure him that— yes, he's an important individual to your life and that you return the same feelings he has for you. however, it’s still incomprehensible to him that you return his feelings back and that you do love him. now don’t get him wrong, he’s grateful that he has you and plans to cherish you until his last breath but it sometimes still baffles him that he managed to get into a relationship with you. you’re an enigma to him that he’s been admiring from afar, but now? you’re with him, content in his presence. it's whatever. he can stress about this in a few hours, all that matters is that he's right beside you, in his arms who is sleeping peacefully, or so he thought.

“it’s 00:19, my love. why are you still up?” you softly spoke, in a hoarse tone. he smiled softly and replied, “I could ask you the same thing. how’d you even know I was awake? god, sometimes you’re too attentive to me. It freaks me out sometimes.” you snickered and then murmured gingerly, “kayson.. c’mon now, it’s not that hard to figure out you’re awake when your grip on my shirt tightens every minute and you pull me closer to you.” you then sighed and intertwined your hand with his hair. kayson is left in a state of shock for a second, he didn’t even notice his actions, and he slowly released his grip. “shit!- I’m sorry, I didn’t hurt you did I?” he sputtered in a panicked voice, afraid he harmed you in any way. “no! no, you didn’t kayson. it was reassuring to me..” you said, sheepishly muttering the last sentence. you heard an audible sigh of relief come from him and returned to his original position.

“you still haven't answered my question, okay.. why are you still up? is something wrong?” you prodded. “a-ah.. kinda..” kayson said in a rushed-out sentence. “maybe you wanna tell me?? y’know I’m always here for you.” you said, a soothing tone exuding from your words. Kayson hummed and tried to get the right words out of his mouth to tell you what was bothering him so much that it ruined hours of sleep he could have gotten if not for his insecurities. “It's fine if you don't wanna tell me, y’know? no rush.” you said, wrapping your arms around him trying to gather his warmth in contrast to the cool temperature of your body. “no! it's not that, I want to tell you what's wrong but it's like… I can't get the right words to tell you..” he said, muttering the last sentence as he runs his hand up and down your back in a response to you embracing him. you hummed in response.

a few minutes passed and Kayson decided to speak up, breaking the peaceful silence.“I think I found the right words…” he said sheepishly. “yeah? wanna tell me?“ you questioned as a warm smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “well to start, it's kinda like— surprising that you're with me, you have me and I have you sorta shit. there's like this underlying thought in my head that you're getting tired of me, now I know you've reassured me but it's still lingering in the back of my mind.” he finally spoke out, his words coming out rushed as a crease in his forehead appeared. he rubbed your back to somewhat subdue him from his thoughts that he believes will soon inundate him.

you gently bit the inside of your right cheek as you hugged him back tightly, reassuring him that you’re not letting go him; not now, not never. you wanted to reassure that his worries weren’t true whatsoever and it was quite the opposite of what you wanted. ‘you didn’t want to assure him, you needed to.’ your mind spoke to you as if it were its own person. the scent of him— the scent of kayson fogged and inebriated your mind and senses into a sleepy, tired mess of what was once clear and what held the words you wanted to profess to kayson. after a few moments of awkward and comforting silence, you spoke up, not wanting to forget your words. “love, your worries aren’t true. they won’t be and they never will, i’m grateful for you and I always will be.” you calmly spoke, slightly in a dazed state from your sleepiness. “i know this might not stop your overthinking, but it’s worth a shot. you’re amazing and i will never and i mean never leave your side.” you continued. after a few minutes that seemingly felt like it was endless, he finally let out a relaxed sigh, his tensed muscles now relaxed as he exhaled.

he pulled you closer and smiled, his gaze on you softened as he kissed your forehead lightly. “thank you, love. i can’t believe someone like you came into my life, i’m so lucky to have you.” he placed his hand on your head and scratched your head with care. soon after, a comforting silence filled the room as the both of you slowly fell asleep in each others arms, the morning after waiting patiently for you both in a few hours.

hope u enjoyed, i put this off for months .. maybe ill do another one if im feeling okay

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Tired

Sorry if there are any errors as english isn't my first language.

He was tired, eyes as heavy as his breathing. He was practically dragging himself home, not knowing with what force. The only thing keeping him awake, if not alive, was the thought of you, your peacefull form waiting for him on your couch. With one last struggle he took the keys from his pocket, now the only thing keeping him from you was the door to your shared room. You already knew that he was standing at the doorway, no one else had those heavy crosses as, guns, mitras? You didn't really know. It took him some seconds to take in your silhouette, standing in front of him, eyelids too heavy to constantly stay open. Without thinking his arms were already around your middle, clinging to you like a lifeline. His head found the crook of your neck, eyes falling shut and a sigh escaping him. You knew how tiring his work was, you couldn't complain about him always coming home late and things like that, you knew that if he could he too wouldn't do a job like that, but life is life and sometimes you can't change certain things. Not now at least. "Wanna cuddle on the couch? " he didn't answer, just nodded. Taking his arms away from your waist he took your hand instead, guiding him to your resting place. He didn't waste time in pulling you into an hug and making you both fall on the sofa, knocking the breath out of your lungs. After sorting out a comfortable enough position he took his head into his hands, propping himself up and taking in your features. You looked at him like you always did, eyes full of love, something that no one would have ever thought he could receive. You decided to wait, thinking that he was going to do something but soon realizing that he was probably too tired to do so. Taking matters into your own hands you pushed your head forward, making your lips meet. He returned the kiss after a second, face becoming warm, even after years of being together he still reacted like someone having their first kiss, a thing that you loved about him. "Thanks" he mumbled, you almost didn't hear him but the close distance between you two made it easier. "What for?", was what you wanted to say, but you expression beat you to it. "For existing" was his answer. You too were tired, so tired that the only reaction from you body was to cry, light sobs escaping your mouth, waking him from his tired state to search the cause of your discomfort. "What is it love? " " Did I say something wrong?" His was almost panicking but you stopped him first, smiling softly instead of crying. "No darling, it's nothing like that. I'd just like to know what did I do to deserve you". With that his panicked state only got worse, making you laugh now for the excuses he started to say as to why he should have been the one saying that.

Thanks for reading, I hope you liked it :)

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Ok, so Cahaya have fear of dark because was traumatized by Retakka.

And today I find out Fang's power needs a light source because he can't summon his shadow in dark, so I think he will have bring something that will provide the light if there is non .

...... And then I got a scene in my head .

After the incident with Retakka Cahaya have been in coma in a long time. When Cahaya was awake form his coma Fang is on a mission so he missed it and that's the time Cahaya realized that he is afraid of dark . He hide it to the others because he don't want to worry them further so everyone didn't know that for a long period . And Fang is the one who finds out first in a hard way.

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In a mission they have to face a bunch of aliens attacking them, the group have been separated and Cahaya is with Fang.They have run away from the enemy hides in the forest on the planet they are in.

As time passes the darkness starts to rise , Fang is worry about if the enemy found them it will hard to fight back because this planet don't have any light source in the night like the moon. So Fang have decided to stay put to wait for the help in this creepy dark forest and that is the moment he realized Cahaya have been awfully quiet when the night have came, that light up Fang's concern.

In the pitch dark, Fang heard some heavy breathing from the side as he lights up his light to found out Cahaya is bitting his lips and tears pouring out his eyes. Cahaya have being holding back his voice when the forest started to get dark. Didn't want to make the situation worse because his panic attacks.

Fang is shocked and started to panic as well because he have no idea what to do.

Cahaya who is still lost in his panicking emotions heard a familiar tune. When he is back to reality he found out Fang is humming a lullaby that he have sang before trying to clam Cahaya down.

Cahaya who are mentally and physically exhausted ,launch himself to Fang as he uncontrollably break down in his arm.

Fang who is completely no idea what to do,only start to pet Cahaya back and switching their position to more comfortable.

Later Cahaya who have clam down a little starts to told Fang about his fear of dark, how he deal and hide with it . Fang listen all his trauma and heartbroke after hearing about this.

Fang give him the light he had and tell him that he shouldn't keep that to himself, he can call help to the others nothing will change after that. Fang have spend the all night to tell Cahaya is alright to be scared and nothing can't be solved if he keeps hiding something that important.

The others have come to reach them and finished the mission.

After that case Cahaya starts to be more honest about his condition and tell the others about his problem to help him further.

Sometimes Cahaya would hum the tune that Fang hums to him and Fang let his keeps the light he give him as a amulet.

(wow this is the first time I write some that long)

Cahaya got his fear of the dark after Vargoba's incident and it got worse with retakka

But either way this was sweet

Hurt comfort lezz goo

Them just being adorable (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

Their so sweet

The humming scen mustve been sweet

Mightve reminded Cahaya of the comfort of their mother