#the sheer rush of causing chaos?

[mad228228]

I feel like it’s very important for me to express how fucking hilarious Scam Likely is. How does someone even come up with that shit? Genius

[gotta-winwin]

OT13 Reaction -- to winning at MAMA awards

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a/n: in celebration of our boys winning both AOTY awards at MAMA last night. i am so incredibly proud i feel like i raised them or something. like guys- it is that serious they are my family and im going insane.

SCOUPS: you're the first one he's calling once he's offstage - he's dialling your number and a whole string of nonsense rattles off him the moment you pick up. he can't string together proper words as you congratulate him. tells you how fucking happy the boys are - you should've seen them, love - did you see woozi crying? and DK - he smiled so big - needs you to bring him back to earth and remind him that this is his award too. he deserves it just as much as they do.

JEONGHAN: he's literally been bored out of his mind as you guys sit at home, watching the award show live. the only times he's acc been paying full attention was whenever groups he knew personally were on screen - and even then - you know you're losing him to how tired he is. lets out the tiniest, babiest gasp when seventeen is announced as the winner. is crying but turns away so you can't call him out on it.

JOSHUA: he runs home to you right after their dinner together and collapses into your arms. he's spent from the sheer chaos and adrenaline. mumbles sweet nothings about how this award is also yours. we won, baby. we share everything - this award is because of you - all because of you.

JUN: he's hiding out in his filming trailer so he can watch the award show through your phone on facetime - it's grainy and glitchy as HELL but he does not care. there's a 3 second lag when seventeen's announced as the winner - so he can hear you screaming but he doesn't know why. his mouth drops once the wifi catches up and he's practically glowing the entire day on set.

HOSHI: comes home wasted and a bundle of pure energy. he's on a high from the win- rushes home to yell into your ear how ecstatic he is as he tackles you for a hug. tells you he's literally so down to name your firstborn child AOTY just cause.

WONWOO: he comes home rather calm despite the chaotic evening he just had. runs you through his whole day- from getting his makeup done to winning the award to having celebratory dinner. you sit and listen happily, cause this is the most yapping you've ever seen this man do and you're SO happy. finishes his yap session by telling you that you make it all worth it - you're the real award, not MAMA.

WOOZI: tells you not to watch their acceptance speech even though he knows you already did :( is uber embarrassed at how emotional his speech was. I was gonna go up and accept it like a nonchalant cool mysterious man but NO! I just had to cry. he doesn't talk about the win much to you, preferring to just enjoy a quiet night in after the crazy evening. whispers to you once you fall asleep that this is why he does music and thanks you and the boys for being his biggest fans.

THE8: sends you the badass photo of him with all their trophies, followed with a long paragraph about how grateful he is to have you next to him through it all. he's unbelievably bright and happy for the next couple weeks, resulting in you kind of missing sassy Hao and asking for him back. side eyes you when you ask and quips "you didn't win a daesang- I did." Well...he's back ig.

MINGYU: comes home and the first thing he says to you is: aren't you proud i didn't cry? pouts when you rewind the clip to point out: he did in fact cry, he was just hiding his ginormous body behind his members. vows to you he won't cry the next time they win- and yes, he promises there will be a next time. and many after that.

DK: a bundle of joy upon his arrival home. keeps telling you he doesn't know what he did to deserve all this- completely floored when you start ranting about why he deserves it all. blushes and hides his face cause the compliments have him shy.

SEUNGKWAN: comes home fully ready to unleash his bragging rights. asks you to only address him by AOTY daesang winner for the next hour, until the joke gets old and he just wants to relax with you. gets a little sappy retelling stories about their trainee days as you both walk down memory lane together.

VERNON: hands you a wad of cash the moment he enters your shared apartment. oh well. i lost the bet. he literally bet against his team winning and ofc you took him on it cause obv seventeen is gonna win?? tells you he was confident svt was going to win he just wanted an excuse to give you cash.

DINO: promises to shout you out the next time svt wins a daesang. obv you don't believe him, so he defends himself, promising that he will 100% name drop his girlfriend on global television for shits and giggles. yeah, i'll just grab the mic and say "i dedicate this award to my WIFE" and watch the internet explode. why not?

[etheraltides]

Wind whispers ೄྀ࿐

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summarize: after arriving in Outer Banks without his dad, Rafe goes straight back to the only soft constant in his crazy life.

Warning(s): mention of death and drowning. It’s basically just fluff with a hint of angst

A/N: This is just a little something cause I was bored but Let me know if you’d like a full version of with smut, maybe ;) Feedback is always more than welcome!

The night was warm, the soft rustle of leaves outside mingling with the gentle hum of crickets. You lay beside Rafe in the quietness of your room, the moonlight casting a faint glow through the sheer curtains. His body was still trembling slightly from your shared moment, the air between you thick with something deeper than either of you was ready to admit.

You had always kept things light with Rafe. No strings, no commitments. It was easier that way – especially for him, the guy who had always kept his walls up, the one who never let anyone too close. But tonight, something was different, you could feel it.

He was quieter, his eyes distant, lost in a place you couldn’t reach as he stared at your white ceiling. His dad was dead, you had heard someone around the island say. The weight of it was written in every line of his body, and you could feel the heaviness of it sinking into him. He hadn’t said much since he showed up at your door. Just walked in, kissed you, and let it unfold like it always did. Without any pressure.

Now, though, as you ran your fingers through his shaved hair, something twisted deep inside you. A need, more than just physical. You wanted to reach him, wanted to hold him beyond the fleeting moments of passion. The quiet between you thickened, and you felt your heart race, your chest tightening as you tried to find the words. You didn’t want him to think he was alone now.

“I want you,” you said softly, your voice breaking the silence. Rafe’s eyes flicked up to yours, dark and unreadable. You took a breath, your hand sliding down his chest, fingers tracing the lines of his abs, feeling the tension beneath his skin. “I want you with me, on me, in me.” The words slipped out, soft but laced with all the intensity you had kept hidden.

He didn’t say anything at first, just stared at you like he was trying to make sense of what you had just said. His brows furrowed, his breathing a little more uneven. You wondered if you had pushed too far, crossed the unspoken boundary that had always existed between you.

But then he moved. His hand came up to cup your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek in such a careful tender way, almost as if he was scared to hurt you. His gaze softened, something flickering behind the walls he always kept up. “I’m here,” he whispered, his voice rough, almost vulnerable.

Rafe always feared he’d damage you. Taint your softness with his anger, bring chaos to the peace he always felt coming from you. He was feeling selfish tonight.

You leaned into his touch, your lips brushing against his. It wasn’t just lust this time. It was more, something you both had avoided for too long. And now, in the dim light of your bedroom, with the weight of the world pressing down on him, you were both finally ready to admit it – even if neither of you knew exactly how.

His kiss deepened, slow and languid, as if he was savoring every second. His hands traced your skin, but it wasn’t rushed like usual. It was careful, almost as if he was afraid to lose you in the moment. And maybe, for the first time, he was.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Rafe muttered against your lips, his voice tight with something you hadn’t heard from him before���fear. “I feel like I’m drowning. He’s gone. Everyone’s gone.”

You pulled him closer, wrapping your arms around him. “Then let me hold you up,” you whispered. “I’m here, Rafe. I’ve always been here.”

The silence that followed was thick with unspoken feelings, but it was enough. For now, this moment was enough.

He wasn’t alone. He had you.

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[ninguitar]

KATSEYE AS YOUR GIRLFRIEND, 𓈒𓈒 1 year since their debut !!

pairing. katseye (separate) x f!r genre. fluff wc. 1.2k notes. ohyeaaaa 1 year since their debut 🗣️🗣️ this was meant to be posted yesterday 😭 ( MASTERLIST. )

now playing ⋆ debut by katseye

— SOPHIA LAFORTEZA ｡｡

girlfriend!sophia who spoils you no matter what; she spends the most astronomical amount of money on you !! just your mere gaze at an item while shopping with her, and she'll be by your side immediately paying for that item.

girlfriend!sophia who is so, sooo attentive to you. she remembers all your orders at certain restaurants like the back of her hand and unconsciously orders them for you whenever she's picking up food !! ><

girlfriend!sophia who is always looming over you—making sure you're okay !! anytime you're upset, she immediately rushes to your side, bringing a "care package" filled with trinkets and snacks in for you. always, always showering you with affection, your heart aching at how infatuated she is with you !!

girlfriend!sophia who carries a picture of you in her wallet, never taking it out ever. she thinks it's some sort of way of bringing you everywhere she goes, even if you guys are miles apart. even goes the extra mile of carrying another picture of you in her phone case too !! she just loves you so much :3

girlfriend!sophia who is the standard—always opening the door for you, leading you through crowds, following the "sidewalk rule," giving you her jacket during cold days !!!

— MERET MANON BANNERMAN ｡｡

girlfriend!manon who is your own personal designated hypewoman !! you name it, and she's always hyping you up no matter how goofy you're being.

girlfriend!manon who always listens to you talk for every second of it, making sure she absorbs every little detail. watching you with heart eyes, she'd make small, goofy comments in response to you. ^_^

girlfriend!manon who is a complete sucker for you—talking about you to everybody, bringing you up even if it doesn't involve you at all. hell she would even get your name tatted on her for you >< sometimes would even post mirror pics with you with hearts as the caption !!

girlfriend!manon who is also your photographer—anywhere, anytime. has photos of you filling up her photo gallery and insists on not deleting them even if she has no storage left !!! she even has photos of you sleeping and causing sheer chaos that she uses against you to tease you.

girlfriend!manon who, whenever you guys try new restaurants/cafes, chooses the worst item on the menu, and ultimately always eats your food, making you protest playfully !! nonetheless, you let her because how could you not when she just looked so cute and sad </3

— DANIELA AVANZINI ｡｡

girlfriend!daniela who insists that she does your makeup for you !!! spoiler alert: she always kisses your lipstick off of you, letting it smudge with her own, and always makes you guys late.

girlfriend!daniela who curates a playlist on spotify with your favorite songs, trying to get into favorite artists !! always, always she plays those songs on her aux whenever you two go on a drive together.

girlfriend!daniela who encourages you to learn dances with her, her hands curling around your wrist, and dragging you along to do random dances. she just can't help but be admired by you dancing, her gaze flickering to you every few seconds. sometimes, she'd even wrap her arms around your waist, guiding you to the music.

girlfriend!daniela who can't help but tease you when helping you learn spanish !! how could she not when you were just so adorable when determined to learn her mother tongue?

girlfriend!daniela whose half of her wardrobe comes from you, wearing them as though they were hers. there has never been a week that went by where she didn't wear at least one of your articles of clothing :3

— LARA RAJAGOPALAN ｡｡

girlfriend!lara who specifically requests for your feedback on any of songs she's producing, always texting you randomly during the day, and sending you demos of her voice that make you levitate.

girlfriend!lara who loves, and i mean LOVES, to mess with you for fun. seeing your reaction just makes her giggle, especially when she sends you random selfies, often making heat curl on your cheeks.

girlfriend!lara who, anytime you want piercings, insists that she comes with you !! even if you're not afraid of needles, nonetheless, she uses it as an excuse to hold your hand, giving it gentle squeezes every few seconds. :3 to add on, whenever you guys are abroad, you sometimes shop for jewelry together, and often she has you choosing jewelry for her belly piercing ^_^

girlfriend!lara who has a small pout forming on her face whenever you buy an album to support the girls and don't pull her photocard !! she immediately gives you one herself, making you tease her, though you nonetheless slipp it into the back of your phone case.

girlfriend!lara who, in order to get a good night's sleep in her book, needs to cuddle with you—whether it's you as big spoon, or her as big soon, it doesn't matter to her !!! summer or winter, she needs you to be cuddling with her !!

— MEGAN SKIENDIEL ｡｡

girlfriend!megan who loves, LOVES doing spontaneous things with you; anytime you guys have an impulsive decision—such as tattoos—together, you always find a way to do them !!!

girlfriend!megan who has matching everything with you—rings, bracelets, necklaces, tattoos, you name it !!! she just wants to have a piece of you on her ^_^ !!

girlfriend!megan who is just a ray of sunshine !! anytime she talks, she just yaps on and on, and you can't help but stare at her with loving eyes, finding her rambles endearing >< her little smile whenever she talks that you js find sooo cute !!! and vice-versa whenever you talk, her eyes are always on you, staring at you intently !!

girlfriend!megan who has movie/show nights with you !! binge watching shows like glee and pen15 is alwaysss a must for her :3 she alwaysss talks during movies, making silly, little comments throughout the films ^_^

girlfriend!megan who is just a bit impatient !! she may love hearing you ramble on and on about whatever, but at one point, she'll just start looking at your lips, fixating on them while mumbling small replies >< soon enough she wouldn't be able to contain herself, meekly pressing her lips against yours softly !!!

— JEONG YOONCHAE ｡｡

girlfriend!yoonchae who, during your school years, would pass you little post-it notes in class with checkboxes like:

"hey u look cute tdy !! date after skl pls" ▢ yes!! ♡ ▢ no :( ”

girlfriend!yoonchae who has a pout forming on her face whenever you visit korea and meet her dog !! how could her dog like you more than her ?? >< her dog somehow always eases into your touch more than yoonchae's whenever you two are playing with the dog together !!

girlfriend!yoonchae who takes pictures of you every time you guys go on dates !! her favs will always be the 0.5 ones of you, making them your contact icon for every messaging app :3 always using them to relentlessly tease you

girlfriend!yoonchae who is capable of sleeping everywhereee; you name it, and she's been asleep there before !! sometimes (most of the time) will even drag you to take a nap with her—who are you to decline her requests !!! burying her head into the crook of your neck, as she quickly falls asleep ><

girlfriend!yoonchae who feels like she could be her true self around you !! you're practically her safety net, knowing that you would never judge her; she always, always opens up to you, showing all her sides. to add on, she'll constantly want to try new things with you, getting sooo excited !!! :3 it means the world to her that she can heal her inner child

love me once i know you'll love me twice

love me once the naughty turns to nice

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[arminsumi]

Breakfast fluff

G. Satoru — さとる

NOTE : pls ignore errors i have neither slept nor proofread this 👍 i'm just craving breakfast so bad rn which is funny considering i hate cooking breakfast lol

SUMMARY — waking up to Gojo making breakfast and fussing over the kids on a typical Sunday

CONTENT — domestic fluff, just a wholesome morning with hubby Gojo

🍒 — J ⋅ reblogs and comments help a lot ! enjoy reading :)

It's a very early morning. The sunlight through the sheer curtains is soft. You take your time getting out of bed, soaking up the enjoyable softness of the blankets and pillows. Though you're quick to miss the warmth that you usually wake up to. Blinking awake and going into the bathroom, Satoru hears the soft thumping of your footsteps down the hallway and smiles to himself.

Satoru's not usually an early riser, in fact he usually stays in bed with you and locks an arm around your waist when you try to leave. But it's a Sunday morning, and Sunday mornings were special. Because it became a tradition to go down to the bustling market, clutching the week's savings in his hand, and buy thick bacon and eggs. The freshest kind.

You and Satoru were living in a bare bones apartment with sparse money, as two young "parents" with three tots under your wings. Somehow, you two made it work, even though there were struggles you smiled through them and never strayed from each other's sides. He'd often work the night shift, and come home at ungodly hours so tired that he melted into your body like a sick child, aching for your affectionate touch.

While you lazily carry out your morning routine in the other room, the kids crowd around Satoru as he stands in the kitchen — trying desperately to balance the chaos of entertaining Yuji, Nobara and Megumi while simultaneously cooking up breakfast.

And he cooks breakfast with such meticulousness. He considers it an art form. There's a remarkable swiftness in the way that he wields a kitchen knife to cut the bacon block into strips, and a talent in the way he cracks open eggs with one hand.

" Nobara, Yuji, what are you yelling about ? "

A little voice whined, " Nobara bit me ! "

" Nobara, don't bite Yuji. " Satoru lectured softly, eyes focused on the food cooking in the pan.

" I only did it because he tried to take your sweeties out of the pantry, dad ! " she reasoned.

" Don't eat my sweeties Yuji, you can have some later today — smell this ? Daddy's cooking up yummy breakfast so don't spoil your appetite, okay. You're gonna love it. "

The bacon and eggs crackle and pop in the oiled pan, sometimes so loudly that it makes Megumi jump in fright.

" Gumi, don't stand too close to the skillet. " Satoru warns, placing a hand on his head of messy bed hair and ruffling it, causing it to look even more unruly.

A steamy breakfast aroma wafts down the hallway and satisfyingly fills your lungs. You can hear the four of them chattering and Satoru's interspersed mini-lectures.

You look at them from the doorframe, Yuji and Nobara run out the other way into the interleading sitting room.

" Who's that peering 'round the corner ? " Satoru playfully teases, his voice bringing you warmth.

" Maaa. " Megumi groans and trots over to you, giving you as big of a hug as his little body could manage.

You comb your fingers through his hair, fixing up the mess that Satoru's previous ruffling caused — as usual.

And he flashes a look behind him at you, winking like a cheeky flirt. His smile is so big because of how purely happy the sight of you makes him; especially with that bleary-eyed morning face. You look so cozy, it makes his heart lurch to see you wearing his oversized t-shirt.

" Hey ! You didn't give me a morning hug ! " Satoru pouts and complains to his son.

Megumi groans. With a small encouragement from you, he quickly dives in for a rushed and almost shy hug. His arms wrap around Satoru's legs. And like the menace your husband is, he ruffles Megumi's hair to ruin again — making the boy groan annoyedly and break the hug.

" Ugh, daaad stop. Mom just fixed my hair. " Megumi grimaced, promptly running away when Satoru smiled down at him evilly — because that smile was the one he made before going in for tickles. And tickles from Satoru? They were devastating, truly.

So little footsteps thump out of the kitchen and the two loud voices that have been sounding from the sitting room become three loud voices. You notice how Megumi's accent takes after Satoru's rather than yours, and it warms your heart.

You approach the stressed, apron-clad chef and immediately he turns around to engulf you in an energetic kiss and embrace.

" You're burning the bacon, dad. " you giggle, face squishing into his torso.

" NOOO — shitshitshit. " he mutters under his breath, lips tingling from that tasty kiss he just snatched off your lips.

" Language, 'Toru. " you murmur at him, arms wrapping around his slim waist. You give him butterflies and then he loses all composure, causing a burnt disaster in the pan. The eggs are crusted brown, the bacon is glitterring as it sizzles a deep color.

Automatically, you go around the kitchen collecting and preparing plates and cutlery for the meal. The clang and clash of plastic reminds you that today is a big deal; you and Satoru were going to go out and use the rest of your weekly savings on new kitchenware.

Stopping for a moment to amire the attractive view of your husband's physique from behind, while he rather chaotically shovels the cooked contents of the pan out onto the serving plate that you slide next to him.

" Ah the bacon is saved. . . " he breathes in relief.

The sizzling food finds its home on plates. Satoru steals a quick kiss.

And then another. And another and another until the two of you zone out for a moment and feel like you're just two teenagers again, stealing lovey dovey kisses on your way to morning classes, of course his lips always caused you to be you late to everything back then.

But before you and Satoru can completely intertwine like lovers, there's the common interrruption of Yuji's wailing coming from the sitting room. You and your husband exchange those parental sighs and smiles, before you head into the other room to fix the little commotion. Poor Yuji complains to you through teary eyes that Nobara bit him "for being annoying" and Megumi is just wandering back into the kitchen to help his dad serve up breakfast without him even needing to be asked. He was just a sweet boy like that.

And it's a good meal. One that hits all the spots. You wish you could have more, even though Satoru did put from his plate onto yours throughout the meal. It's a caring habit of his that you never realize until after you've devoured everything. You pay him thanks with a tasty kiss, and he smiles into it like he always does.

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[rory-cakes]

The Child

She was here…

“Alastor! She’s here! In heaven!!!” 

“Who Birdy?”

“Eudora!” 

Huh?

“Oh, I HAVE to go meet her! I’ll get approval for her to come down and visit you too!”

His daughter was here…

“Everything’s so bright up here…” 

Eudora was in awe of the sights of heaven. Her jaw dropped for a moment while she looked around. 

Emily giggled, “Yeah! It’s so great!!” 

“Emily, there was someone I hoped you could help me find. Her name was-”

“Eudora?”

The woman could have been her twin. Sure, there were little differences here and there, but overall, the two were one and the same. Despite having never met her, Eudora could never forget the face of the woman in the painting in her family home—the woman who gave her life for her own. The woman was her mother, without a doubt. 

“Mama?”

Tears welled in the singer’s eyes,

“Oh, my baby!!!” 

The women rush forward in a crushing embrace. Y/n’s body shook from the sheer emotion of being able to hold her child for the first time. She finally got to hold her baby. 

“Hi mama.”

“Hi baby.”

A certain antlered man was a lot more quiet than usual.

Normally, Alastor would delight in the chaos that the hotel provided. Even Husk started to get anxious as that man hadn’t threatened him in a good three days. 

“Soooooo, anyone know what’s wrong with smiles over there?”

“Now that you mention it, he hasn’t been meddling lately.”

“I’m taken it as a blessing.”

“Come on guys we should go see what’s wrong!”

“Uh Char, I don’t think that’s a good idea…”

“Why not?”

“Cause smiles ‘ll rip ya head off?” 

“You don’t know that…”

…

“Okay maybe! But-”

The front door is opened and a golden glow floods into the space. 

“Hi everyone I’m back!!”

“Y/n! I’m so glad your here! What’s wrong with Alastor?” 

“What ever do you mean?”

“Well he’s been mopey for days!”

“Mopey? My husband? Really?”

“Uh Mama?”

Everyone freezes. 

In the doorway is another angel. 

She is the spitting image of their angel friend. 

“Ah right! Everyone this is mine and Alastor’s daughter Eudora!”

Alastor has a what? 

“The deer procreated?”

“The what?”

“Birdy is that you?”

“Yes my darling! Come here!”

Alastor’s heart stopped.

She was so beautiful. 

“Hi Pop…”

“My little doe…”

The facade falls. 

The members of the hazbin hotel watch as the small family is reunited. 

The Child Is Home…

A/n: I hope you all enjoyed the family reuniting!!

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[yawnderu]

>Commission for the lovely @slava-the-stalker! Thank you so much for supporting me with comms for my surgery. TTwTT 💗💗

John stared deep into the mirror, his visage scrunched up in a mix of discomfort and insecurity upon seeing his own reflection. What used to be a normal human face is nothing like the... thing staring back at him, his own hands coming up to caress the rough, scarred skin. While he's glad the bastard who failed all those ghouls is no longer recognizable, part of him feels a growing pit of anxiety boiling up in his stomach, threatening to explode at any moment now, the sound of your gentle humming coming from the bedroom calming him down even if only for a second. 

With one last look of disdain at his own face, he makes his way out of the bathroom, his chest lightly puffed out in fake confidence, not wanting you to sense the inner turmoil in his head. The pure devotion in your eyes makes him hesitate, yet he pushes himself to be closer, lying down next to your body, one of his cold hands running up and down the crevice of your waist. 

“Took you long enough.” The pure mirth in your eyes makes the corners of his lips tilt up into a smile despite himself, fighting the urge to recoil back the moment your hand meets his cheek, the warmth spreading all over his cold skin, bringing a sense of comfort amidst the chaos in his head. 

“Looking this good ain't easy.” That fake confidence will be his demise one day, he knows it, yet the sweet laugh leaving your lips is enough to push the thought to the back of his mind, his eyes closing at the sensation of your thumb caressing his skin with nothing short of worship. He can feel you inching closer, not doing a damn thing to stop you as your lips crash against his, moving at an almost agonizingly slow pace, your breath hot against his face. 

His hand drifts lower and lower as your kiss becomes more heated, cold fingers curling around your supple ass, squeezing it harshly as he pulls you closer to him, all the blood rushing down to his cock the moment your tongue enters his parted lips, wrapping around him without any trace of disgust. Your free hand comes down to his groin, teasingly tracing the outline of his hardening cock with your index before fully cupping it, feeling the vibrations of a groan leaving his lips against your own. 

You can feel him harden beneath your palm, your fingers curling around the outline of his cock as your warm tongue meets his, battling for a dominance that he instantly surrenders, the feeling of his hands groping your ass harder dragging a moan out of your lips, only breaking away from the kiss to lean your forehead against his. 

“I have been having slightly more impure thoughts than usual.” He confesses, his voice barely a whisper as a hint of hesitation dances in his dark eyes. 

“Maybe it's time we... act on those.” His nervous chuckle doesn't go ignored, only making the tenderness in your eyes grow at the slight display of nervousness written all over his face. You've heard his thoughts about your relationship— about how he thinks you don't want to wake up to his mug every morning, and how he would never wish that on anyone he cared for; yet for you, John Hancock is a work of art. Every single intricate pattern on his skin, the way he carries himself, the strong sense of responsibility and morality towards his cause, and the sheer kindness seeping through his entire soul, clear in his very own actions. 

The only response he gets is a soft peck on the lips, your gentle eyes meeting his, serving as a soothing balm for the insecurities that run deep within. He allows his body to relax despite the way his muscles are threatening to tense at the sensation of your fingers unbuttoning his pants, his hand instinctively reaching out to hold yours the moment your fingers touch his zipper. 

“You don't... have to.” He reassures, not wanting you to feel forced to look at his disfigured, ghoul body. 

“I want to.” Your tone is even and firm, your intentions clear as day, yet he only moves his hand away after seeing the way your pupils dilate when looking up at him. John has been alone for what feels like an eternity, the idea of being intimate with someone he loves being such a foreign and mildly scary concept even for the bravest of men. 

He forces his body to relax, laying down on his back as you undo his zipper, a sharp hiss leaving his thin lips the moment your warm hands pull his hard cock out, blown pupils fully admiring every single detail; the thick, darker veins running over his length, to the dark pink bulbous tip, glistening with precum that seems to leak like a broken faucet. A deep groan leaves his lips as your fingers curl around his thick length, moving up and down at such an agonizingly slow pace that he's close to throwing his pride away and begging. 

His lips part, half-lidded eyes staring up at the ceiling as his jaw clenches, feeling the mattress sink with the weight of your knees, parting his legs just enough for your body to fit between them. Your tongue darts out, licking a tantalizing stripe over his sensitive tip, running over his thin slit, the taste of salty precum overwhelming your senses, mixing in with your slimy saliva. His hand goes to the back of your head, cold fingers caressing your scalp rather than pushing you closer, his grip tightening momentarily the moment your warm tongue runs up and down the thickest vein on his shaft. 

“Please, love...” He's not even sure why he's pleading, yet surrendering all control to the person he loves the most brings out an exhilarating feeling he never knew was possible without drugs. You obey, slowly pushing his throbbing cock deeper into your mouth, relaxing your throat just to take him deeper without triggering your gag reflex. The tears dotting your eyelashes only make you look even more charming to him, lightly bucking his hips so you can finish taking all of him, your nose against his trimmed pubic hair, the feeling of his soft, heavy balls against your chin only makes it more enticing, sucking in your cheeks as you start to bob your head up and down, taking in the feeling of his cock sliding down your throat. 

His grip tightens on your hair, inhibitions thrown out the window as he stars to guide your movements, his eyes darkening at the way every single inch of his cock disappears into your needy, willing throat, squelching sounds mixing in with his deep groans, his head thrown back, the way his Adam's apple bobs up and down fully on display for your curious eyes. Your hands squeeze his thighs once you're unable to get air anymore and he immediately helps you pull away, gently wiping the trail of saliva going down the corners of your lips, using the chance to cup your cheek and stare down at you with nothing but pure, undying love. 

“I'd like to try something new tonight.” His face tilts to the side slightly, curiosity clear in his expression, resting his heavy body on his elbows as his dark eyes focus on the way you seductively strip of your clothes, layer after layer coming off to reveal the soft, untainted flesh, so unlike his own— so pure and clean. 

His gaze follows your movements, instinctively fitting his body on top of yours the moment you lay down on your back, one hand supporting his weight, and the other one drifting down your plush thigh, roaming up and down as if it's the first time he feels something so tender, forever enamored with the way your body feels against his no matter how many times you make love. 

His fingers drift down to your sopping cunt, swiftly running over your erect clit for a second before he's back to gathering your slick on his fingers, teasing your entrance before going up, rubbing circles over your clit, the way your back arches and your tits jiggle slightly simply makes his cock throb, lowering his hand to grip it, rubbing himself up and down a few times before guiding his thick tip to your entrance, starting to push in. Your hand on his bicep forces him to halt his movements, shooting you a curious, worried look. 

“Not... not that hole.” It only takes a second for your words to register, amusement clear in his face, yet a speck of doubt manages to always crawl its way into his brain. Do you truly want a bastard like him to defile you? Your legs parting to give him more space, not a single hint of hesitation in the way you move, presenting yourself to him.

Perhaps it's about time John allows himself to be selfish— to take what's being offered to him. His grip tightens on his cock, rubbing the tip up and down your sopping pussy, gathering as much slick as he can around the tip, knowing you're going to be a tight fit. 

“Say the word if y'want me to stop.” Your little nod is all he needs, relaxing your lower body as he applies pressure against your tight, puckered hole, feeling it give in and wrap tightly around the tip of his cock, a small groan leaving his lips at the sensation. He sinks into you slowly and carefully, a loud sigh escaping him the moment he managed to bottom out, yet his eyes never once leave your face, his hand coming up to cup your cheek and caress the tender skin with his thumb, giving you as much time as you need to get used to the foreign sensation. 

“You can move now.” The sweetness of your words makes his lips curl up into a sincere smile, his hips rocking into you slowly, feeling your tight hole grip him like a vice, the warmth surrounding him is almost enough to make him cum, yet he focuses solely on your pleasure, his thin lips coming down to kiss your neck, licking a tantalizing stripe over the sensitive skin just to feel your body shudder at the sensation, your hands coming up to caress his back, pulling his body so close that your heat is spreading all over, touching his very own soul. 

“I love this...” His tongue applies more pressure to your neck as you drag out your words, taking full advantage of the sensitive nerves just to feel your throat vibrating against hips lips with each sweet moan that comes out of your lips, daring to fuck into you deeper and harder now that you're used to his size. 

“I love you.” His hips falter for a second, unable to hide the surprise dancing in his slightly widened eyes at your confession, yet the look of love and trust written all over your face drags away any disbelief he felt, his soul freed even if only for a moment as your face finds shelter on the crook of his neck the moment his thrusts speed up, fucking into your tight ass at an almost unlawful pace, wanting you to feel every single inch of his hard cock, of his love. 

A loud groan escapes his lips the moment he feels your teeth bite into his shoulder, likely trying to muffle your crescendo moans, the stinging sensation making his cock throb, slamming himself as deep as he can into your puckered hole, his body weight keeping you pressed down as ropes of thick, hot cum shoot deep into you, painting your tight walls white. His heavy body rests on top of yours, too exhausted to move out of the way yet, the sensation of being lightly crushed oddly pleasant. 

“I love you too. More than anything, more than anyone...” He whispers into your ear, slowly pulling out of you, his dark eyes taking a few seconds to admire his work of art— your gaping hole leaking with his hot, white cum, a thin layer of sweat covering your exhausted, fucked-out body. He lays down next to you, his arms wrapping around your waist just to bring you closer, planting a gentle kiss on top of your forehead. 

His eyes drift down to the red teeth marks on his shoulder, letting out a small chuckle at the idea of having a future bruise as a reminder of your night together.

[withthewindinherfootsteps]

For all the very self-sacrificial Wei Wuxian takes out there, I think they may actually fit Lan Wangji more?

…Before you disagree, there’s a big caveat to this – I don’t think these takes fit either of them well. But it’s interesting to compare their default responses to situations. Both want to help others – but whereas Wei Wuxian’s first instinct is to redirect (redirecting attacks to other targets, redirecting enemies’ attention to distract them, etc), Lan Wangji is much more direct in his protection*. And generally, that’s going to lead to putting yourself in harm’s way more often.

My favourite scene to demonstrate this is when Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji (alongside Jin Zixuan) are protecting Mianmian in the Xuanwu cave. Wei Wuxian does this by redirecting Wen Chao’s attention to him, provoking him and causing him to step out of Wen Zhuliu’s range of protection. Meanwhile, Lan Wangji stands in front of her, blocking her from danger directly… despite being at a disadvantage and already injured!

Wen Chao was enraged, shouting, “How dare you! Kill them!” A few of the Wen Sect’s disciples unsheathed their swords, rushing toward Lan WangJi and Jin ZiXuan (...) the two boys were at a loss in terms of both weaponry and sheer numbers. Even more, after the past days of being constantly on the move, they were in quite a bad state, not to mention that Lan WangJi had been injured. They definitely wouldn’t be able to last long. Chapter 52, EXR translation

This is a scenario with high stakes (Mianmian’s life), but also with multiple solutions, meaning that their choices aren’t muddied by there only being one option. Yet we still see Lan Wangji directly defend – despite the fact that, if Wei Wuxian hadn’t intervened, he almost certainly would have died! And that’s true of another moment in the Xuanwu cave I never hear anyone talk about:

Before Wei WuXian could think of what to do next, his body tilted as somebody shoved him to the side. Lan WangJi had pushed him out of the way. With this opportunity, the jaws of the beast had closed, biting down on his leg. Wei WuXian’s right leg hurt from simply watching the scene. Lan WangJi’s face was still expressionless. He had only frowned slightly. Afterward, he was immediately dragged away! (...) Lan WangJi didn’t expect that [Wei Wuxian] could catch up even under such circumstances. He was utterly shocked. Chapter 53, EXR translation

Admittedly, this is a scenario with more limited options, which is why I mentioned Mianmian first. But his reaction stays consistent – directly blocking somebody from a threat with his own body. And again, he didn’t think Wei Wuxian could do anything to rescue him! He does not expect to survive, and we just… don’t talk about this???

(And note that when Wei Wuxian rescues him, he actually puts himself in less danger! Again, this is mainly due to the limited solutions – you can’t rescue someone who’s already bitten down on by blocking the mouth from biting down on them – but he’s still in a position where he does have the option to get out of the situation if he chooses (he’s not between the teeth! His hands are opening the teeth from the outside, his feet are on its shell, he can jump into the water at any time and does after Lan Wangji is safe. There is danger of the Xuanwu choosing to attack him, but his position on its own doesn’t put him in mortal peril, which is not the case for Lan Wangji here). So though it doesn’t give us that much insight into how he prefers to deal with situations, the dynamic is still interesting to consider with regard to how fanon!WWX is often treated.)

Now, maybe these examples are unfair. Maybe Lan Wangji here was very tired (he was), stressed (he was) and not thinking straight, and so he just didn’t think of other options that he would’ve chosen in normal circumstances. If that’s the case, it still supports my point – no matter his eventual course of action, his first thought/instinct is still to obstruct directly – but this isn’t just a pattern limited to this arc, and to such high-stakes situations. For example, look at his reaction when the Wens order the Lans to burn the Cloud Recesses (and though I’d be very surprised if Lan Wangji wasn’t stressed here too, he’s at least less tired).

Wei WuXian, “Is Lan Zhan’s leg related to this?” The disciple, “Of course. The first place that Wen Xu ordered them to burn down was the Library Pavilion. He declared that he’ll teach anyone who wasn’t willing to do it a lesson. Lan WangJi refused. He was attacked by Wen Xu’s people and they broke one of his legs.” - Chapter 52, EXR translation

I say this is low-stakes because actions won’t actually have that much of an impact – though there is danger, the Cloud Recesses are going to be burned down no matter what, so it’s not something you’re risking by not acting to prevent it. Yet Lan Wangji still chooses to directly oppose, to directly protect the pavilion as much as he can (even if that’s very little, and even if I do think the main factor here was actually his refusal to go against his principles and burn down the Cloud Recesses, not him trying to protect them. But that still leads to the same course of action: to act very directly). And again, that results in direct bodily harm to him**! 

But even in situations where he’s not stressed or under any pressure, we still see that direct protection is his default. Just look at the way he acts towards Wei Wuxian in the present day. One of his very first actions towards him (and pretty much the very first after finding out his identity!) is to block Jiang Cheng from hurting ‘Mo Xuanyu’ with Zidian – to quote EXR, “[Wei Wuxian] hadn’t been hit by the whip yet only because Lan WangJi acted as a barricade in front of him.” – and after that we often see him protecting Wei Wuxian from dogs, we see him let Wei Wuxian stand behind him when Jiang Cheng is angry at the Golden Core reveal (Chapter 102), we even see him protecting Wei Wuxian from things they both know he can face (Su She):

On the other hand, Lan WangJi gripped Bichen in one hand as he grabbed Wei WuXian’s waist with his other, pushing Wei WuXian behind him for better protection. In reality, Wei WuXian had no need for his protection, but he still leaned against his body with both comfort and compliance. Chapter 104, EXR

None of this leads to any harm of either of them, but it still holds true to the pattern of Lan Wangji protecting by physically putting himself between what he’s defending, and harm’s way. This response of his is extremely consistent! And it’s not just towards Wei Wuxian either – there’s a tiny moment in the Lotus Seed Pod extra which you could argue fits this pattern, where Lan Wangji chooses to physically hold the heavy roof of an abandoned shed to block the rain from reaching an injured man and a few other people, rather than trying something like using wood from the shed (including the four pieces of unattached wood propping the shed up) to build a temporary shelter for them until help arrives. The circumstances and therefore actions are slightly different, but the process leading to them is still the same – Lan Wangji still acts in the most direct way he can to protect the people from the rain, which does involve exerting himself even in a situation where there would probably be other ways to solve it (even if his Lan arm strength means he can hold the roof up without a problem). It’s not a deliberate choice to do whatever puts him in harm’s way the most, but directly using himself to protect people, whatever form that takes, is his main and default course of action.

The final thing I want to mention is that even Lan Wangji’s ‘big reveal’ moment – him being the one to take Wei Wuxian away from Nightless City, fighting 33 elders to protect him – calls back to this trait as well (MDZS is so well put together)! Once more, Lan Wangji is directly protecting, risking and suffering serious bodily harm as a result. Recovering took a few years!

…And yet. I never see anybody thinking Lan Wangji is self-sacrificial. I’d argue they’re right – but why? Why, when he puts himself in harm’s way more than Wei Wuxian does?

Maybe it’s because of something like this: ‘but he does this because he loves Wei Wuxian and doesn’t want to see him hurt, and protecting others is just part of his morals! It doesn’t point to any issue within him, he does have a stable sense of self and self-worth – at least there isn’t anything pointing to the opposite’.

Which, again, I’d argue is right.

But… does that really not apply to Wei Wuxian, too?

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*And there are moments where they don’t act like this, especially for Wei Wuxian, but that’s generally in situations where there aren’t any other options which still lead to them accomplishing their goals. Protecting the Wens by… redirecting the Jianghu’s hatred towards other people? How would he do that? How would that help anything??

**It’s quite interesting to think of how Wei Wuxian would act in these situations, actually – both being forced to burn down the Cloud Recesses (or Lotus Pier, in this case), and in preventing (in this case) Lan Wangji from being eaten by a Xuanwu rushing towards him. The first, I’m not actually sure what exactly he would do (especially as nothing he can do will stop the burning) – I’m not sure he’d just go along with it, but I don’t see him just refusing to despite that not doing anything, either (especially since if he’s unharmed, he’ll be more able to protect his shidi and shimei if they’re in danger, since he’s a much more skilled cultivator/fighter than they are), at least not in the same way. Hearing people’s thoughts on that would be really interesting, actually!

As for the second – if there’s really no time to change anything about the head or its direction, he would probably do the same (with the only other option being letting Lan Wangji die). But if there was the smallest room to change something, I could definitely see him activating another fire talisman (to distract the Xuanwu and redirect its attention to the pillar of flame instead of Lan Wangji, even if just for a moment). And even if self sacrifice really needed to be an option, with no way out beside it, I think Wei Wuxian’s would take the form of redirecting the Xuanwu’s head towards him rather than directly blocking it from reaching Lan Wangji. When he does put himself in danger in canon, this is usually how he does it (see: him redirecting the corpses towards himself during the Second Siege, while Lan Wangji is protecting him and blocking them from reaching him… another nice example of their situational response!).

I do plan on writing a separate meta about Wei Wuxian’s tendency to redirect, though, so some of these points may be reiterated there.

[idiaa-shroxd]

Do you think you could write how Vil, Idia, and Azul would react to finding out gn reader is afraid of spiders? Thank you for consideration and no rush!

THE ARACH-NO-PHOBIC PREFECT ꒱ ❝ azul, vil, idia. ❞

SUMMARY: being terrified of spiders you find yourself in the midst of one while in the presence of a certain someone. you find yourself teary and petrified, but just how do they react to seeing you like this?

warnings; gn!reader x azul, vil, idia. by interacting with this post you agree you’ve read through my navigation and i hold no responsibility for the content you view.

OCTAVINELLE. azul ashengrotto.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO.

Although he was the one at fault, Azul never imagined the reaction you’d have as tears fell down your cheeks, hiccuping with puffy eyes, sniffling while trying to calm down. For the first time in a long while, he felt as though he might of been the bad guy, a very rare occurrence considering his high lack of morals when it comes to unethical business practices. He was unsure how to console you as he nervously looked at you.

“I’m sorry..” he mumbled after a few seconds, awkwardly attempting to calm you down while patting your back after he captured the spider and relocated it to a glass jar, taking it out. He was originally supposed to be scaring you into a favor after helping you, but he would never of imagined the sheer severity of it as your knees buckled and he was frantic, a pure mess. “Please, I’m so sorry.” He was scared you’d now hated him.

Azul had taken a lot of time into finding out anything he could use against you, and after hours of trying, he had heard one of your friends mention how freaked out you were the other day seeing a spider crawl around Ramshackle. Naturally he saw this as an opportunity, he was going to rope you into a business contract after you beg him for help taking the spider away, one that he released but would not mention to you, and in return he would ask you to repay the favor when you’re too frantic to think straight whether that would be a good or bad decision. As he called you into his office, he had never imagined just the chaos he would cause with a simple spider.

“Azul, I already told you I have no interest about…” before you could finish your eyes darted to the spider roaming near the edge of his desk, letting out a huge scream as you fell backwards, butt hitting the ground hard as you felt hot tears stinging the corner of your eyes, your breath hastening as you were hyperventilating. Your fingers trembled against the cool floor as your lips quivered, vision blurring and beginning to get scared the spider may crawl near you, or even worse out of sight. At the sight of you, Azul had begun feeling a pang around his heart as he had never believed this would be your reaction, just a few screams not pure hyperventilation and tears. If anything your friends undersold your reaction during their conversation he eavesdropped!

He felt a bit conflicted, mumbling an apology as you had no idea why, before he took the spider away from you while trying to calm you down. He kept muttering a few sorries along with comforting words the best he could, but he had never been one to give comfort to anyone. “You’ll be okay.” He tried his best, not sure whether to touch you or to let you have personal space. He quickly gave you tissues and guided you onto the sofa within his office, getting you a glass of water. For better or for worse, he had you in his office at least. But now you were a sniffling mess and there was no way he would allow himself to take advantage of you at the moment, even if he really really had wanted to get you to sign his business proposal.

After awhile you were finally speaking again and calmed down a lot. “Sorry, I’m just.. really scared of spiders.” You mumble while wiping your puffy eyes, sniffling. He could see that, but decided not to say that aloud. “Would you like more water..?” He asks as you laugh at his attempt to cheer you up. The two of you managed to continue talking for a bit more, helping you calm down a whole lot as he apologized again but would not elaborate after you asked why he kept doing that. He’s never going to let you near a spider again, and ended up treating you to a one time thing and let you pick one item off the menu free of charge to comfort you while trying to pretend to be smug despite his care for you being written all over his face.

Overall, he’s learnt his lesson that he should probably not put someone he cares about through a traumatic experience again for the sake of his deals. However, he’s still going to find other ways to rope you in. He’s bad at comforting but he’s understanding and helpful, doing his best to keep you calm and if he ever sees the same reaction again he will be willing to take care of the spider for you. He will also never reveal to you that it was a set up because he is terrified you will hate him and he only adores you. “I’m not too sure I’ll be eating at Monstro Lounge for awhile..” you say as you felt your skin crawl, his face turned to you within a heartbeat as he tried to save himself and claim his restaurant was exceptionally clean, only for you to not trust it whatsoever. He reaped what he sewed.

POMEFIORE. vil schoenheit.

VIL SCHOENHEIT.

Raising his brow, Vil folded his arms for a second while watching you nearly slam your head into the wall while turning on your heel and attempting to run away from a small little insect. He uncrossed his arms as you let out a shriek before deciding to handle it himself, really, sometimes you’re more dramatic than all of his drama club students he thought.

“Vil, you’re my hero.” You cried out, bruise on your head as you watch him roll up a piece of paper and set the tiny spider outside the window. A part of him felt happy to be complimented, but now he had bigger issues to care about, such as that bruise on your head and your tears ruining the look he just did for you. “Really… sometimes I wonder why I like you.”

After finishing your hair Vil had finally let you go and stand and admire yourself in the mirror. He had given your hair a full spa treatment and it was shiny and smooth, not as much as his but it was looking beautiful. As he opened his makeup pouch to fix his lipstick a small spider came out, nothing alarming to him as Ramshackle was old and cold, and a spider likely crawled inside after seeing a dark place to hide. This was not an unusual occurrence or to make a huge fuss about, it was just a tiny little spider barely the size of his fingertip nail. As the little spider crawled out, you however had different feelings than Vil as you knocked over the chair and tried to run, slamming your head against the wall after failing to take into course just where your body were moving.

A part of Vil was amused, another part of him were conflicted, but the mature part of him rolled up some paper on your desk and let the spider crawl into the hole, opening your window and gently letting the spider go. As he turned around you had tears and your clothes were a mess after your tumble, and he noticed your forehead may be bruised. He sighed to himself ready to take care of you as you began shining him with compliments about how amazing he was. He knew he was perfect, but he would rather you call him beautiful than heroic for sparing the baby spider. “Alright now, get back up. You ruined your appearance and I need to make sure your skin does not bruise.” He said, fixing the chair while getting the things ready again.

His lips curled into a smile as you sat back down, apologizing to him for ruining his hard work today, at least you knew that he doesn’t have that much time for everyone else. He was amused by your fear, honestly. You were ten times the size of the spider, yet you resembled a wet kitten on the side of the road with how you looked at him when he took the spider away, before erupting into a thankful smile. He doesn’t bring it up, but keeps thinking about it while talking to you and distracting you from what just happened. You don’t even realize it, but within an hour you completely forgot the experience as Vil works on you and talks to you, never once poking fun at you for your fear unless some of your first year friends, such as Ace.

“There, that should help with your forehead.” He hummed to himself after he applied some lotion to your bruise, putting his stuff away. He had fixed your clothes to your hair, meticulous as ever and even treated you as you looked in the mirror, good as new. You seemed pretty happy and no longer shaken up as he began thinking to himself. He wasn’t too sure how you felt on cobwebs or spiders as a design but decided for your sake when he begun shopping for your Halloween clothes or for your costume he would avoid those types of things, along with clips that resembled spider legs or any accessories that may resemble spiders just for your sake. Though, he’s not going to tell you this, figure it out on your own that he’s being nice to you.

Overall, he’s a very reliable person if you are afraid of spiders. He will not make fun of you, depending on how much he likes you, and you should be lucky he really likes you, he will not purposefully trigger your fear, and he also doesn’t bring it up to make you uncomfortable. “Now that you’ve become more presentable I’ll allow you to stay by my side, just make sure to take care of that bruise so it will go away.” He said, watching you laugh and smile at him. “Thank you for worrying about me, and thank you again for saving me, Vil.” You knew he only cared, saying those words out of love rather than believing your bruise were unsightly. Really, sometimes he should just be a bit more honest!

IGNIHYDE. idia shroud.

IDIA SHROUD.

Both you and Idia sat on the desk crying, holding one another as Ortho looked at you two with a smile after picking up the spider and taking it outside. Both of you turn towards each other and then back towards the ground, where the spider once used to be. “You.. really need to clean your room.” You break the silence as you sniffled, the blue haired boy sniffling as well as he hesitantly got off the desk.

“Maybe I do..” he mumbled, shivering at what else could lurk beneath his room he had neglected the past week for a tournament. You both look at each other as though that would reassure you both there were no more spiders. “Scan complete, there are four more spiders within the room.” Ortho said as you both shrieked, running away together out of his room, perhaps he should just burn the place and stay in Ramshackle temporarily.

Idia had invited you over to his room after a week of radio silence, gaming in one of the biggest tournaments that season. He wanted your company, really, but each time he thought of inviting you he knew he would be too distracted to focus. Your smile, eyes, lips, he couldn’t focus and win with you being around in person, or even texting him as then he would spend the next five hours thinking about how he could of responded differently and how much he can’t stop wanting to see you. When it was over, he barely won but invited you over nervously, asking if you wanted to watch some anime that just finished airing together, knowing you were a fan of the author from a different series. He really should of cleaned his room first, but you were never one to judge him or mind his messes as you knew he lived like a true gamer, messy.

As you entered you smiled greeting him, joining him on his bed as he began to talk about the anime and put it on, only to scream at an octave higher than possible and point to the bed where a spider crawled, only for you to follow and shriek even louder, jumping onto him. He ended up backing onto his desk as the two of you crawled up, crying against one another as though you just found out you were stranded on an island with no one to save you. The two of you were whispering about your wills, how much time you should of had left, how this was never meant to happen. It continued for two minutes before Ortho returned to the room and took a few seconds to analyze just what was happening. As he located the spider and screened you both to realize how you were both fearing for your life, he took the spider which was now crawling on the ground and brought it outside.

Upon returning, the two of you were still huddled together shaking, as he did his best to calm you two down and check your heartbeats. After a few minutes, you managed to make a joke about how Idia should probably clean his room, hesitantly getting off his desk. Idia chuckled and agreed, maybe he should. It had been one messy week with a few cup noodle packages all over the room, but at least the spider was gone now. As you two got off the desk and looked at each other as though to process what next, Ortho spoke up after he gave the room a thorough scanning. “Scan complete, there are four more spiders within the room.” He says as the two of you begin shaking despite his happy tone. You both only needed a second to look at one another before sprinting out the room, Idia debating on telling Ortho to blow it up, he could always buy a new pc and get a new room anyways.

The two of you ran all the way to Ignihyde lounge, where some students looked at the two of you confused but returned to their switches, Ortho trailing after as you both pant, silently agreeing to never speak to anyone about this ever again and that his room was a goner, as even if the spiders were removed you two could never step back in, what if there were eggs or more spiders? Neither of you would take that risk. “Ortho.. please take my computer and valuables out then proceed to destroy my room.” The Ignihyde students looked up from their games, utterly confused as Ortho tried talking sense into his big brother and you, which may or may not have worked.

Overall, he’s in the same boat. He will not make fun of you but he also won’t comfort you because he’s screaming as well, maybe the same amount as you. He’s so adrenaline filled that he can’t think straight and may clutch onto you as you clutch him, both fearing the worst and acting like you’re going to die. He does end up staying at Ramshackle for a few days in the guest room as Ortho cleans up his room after destroying all of the furniture and does a thorough cleaning. Both of you refused to step into his cleaned room for a month, silently coming to an understanding as comrades afraid of spiders that this was for the best.

meant to get this out sooner but my cat is on a diet.. decided to put him on a diet after he gained weight and he’s been throwing a tantrum refusing to eat for two days and as a responsible person ive been worried about him, sorry for the delay!! i’m working on another draft req and will upload it early as an apology for those waiting!! reqs are still open, and I am going to do a cat cafe req next!!

©idiaa-shroxd. do not plagiarize, repost, translate, or use my works to train ai.

[suckerforcate]

okay, if you're ready for angst, i got a prompt for ya:

kate x reader, reader sacrifices the self for kate in some manner and BARELY makes it out alive, kate is angry and terrified and Feelings emerge.

make me huuuurrrrt 🫠

Sacrifice

Pairing: Kate Lethbridge-Stewart x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1668

Warning: near death, angst

Summary: You push Kate out of the way to save her and get hurt

A/n: This took long! So sorry! I had it nearly finished, but then I hated the end. So I changed it and I'm still not too happy. The end was a bit if a shuffle. Hope you still like it!!! Would love a repost, like or comment!!! Ly <3

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It had been a hell of a day. And on top of that it was your birthday. Not the greatest birthday you'd had. It had started as a slow day, lots of paperwork for Kate. A few meetings you had to usher her to and remind her to eat in between them. She always managed to forget that somehow.

She had promised you a short day, to go home earlier and celebrate a bit. You didn't tell her that you didn't really have anyone to celebrate with and would rather stay by her side. Instead, you smile thankfully. But all that was forgotten the second Osgood came rushing out of her lab with unusual readings just out of London, a little into the countryside.

From that moment on it was pure chaos and stress. Different readings, all unusual and unfamiliar. All scientists trying to make something of it and failing, even Osgood. Kate was calm and collected, but you saw that it took a toll on her. She'd again failed to eat, and you were rushing after her with a sandwich in hand. It took you an hour to get it into her completely.

At some point Osgood had isolated the signal and had a location for you. Kate put together a team of scientists and soldiers to get out there and look at it. The drive was excruciatingly long, the rush hour on the streets not helping at all. For a second your mind drifted to the bottle of wine and take out you could have right now. At home, on your couch.

All in all, everything went well. No one had died in the field, only a few were injured. But every attempt of Kate's at diplomacy had been shut off and failed. So in the end you had used sheer force and a lot of bullets.

Osgood was disappointed that you hadn't found out what species the aliens had been. That you hadn't learned more about them, but Kate promised her to take one of the dead bodies back to HQ for studying. That at least made her beam.

Everyone was clearing up, injured soldiers being brought to the Doctors. The alien, whatever it was had some sort of venom in its system that paralysed humans. Apparently it was in its tongue, as some soldiers had been practically licked by the creatures. But nothing much happened besides being temporarily paralysed, so it didn't seem too bad. Until it suddenly seemed very bad.

You'd been talking with Kate, going over some logistics of taking a dead creature back unnoticed to HQ when you heard a sizzling somewhere very close. It was unmistakably the sound all the aliens had made when ready to attack. Mere second later you see it run right towards you. You had obviously missed it when clearing the area, and it had hid. Until now.

You couldn't even think as quickly as you acted. You stepped in front of Kate and pushed her away. In the corner of your eye you saw her tumbling to the ground and in the next second you cried out in pain. Sharp teeth sinking into the flesh of your shoulder and tearing your shirt apart. You were thrown to the floor and a second later you heard what felt like a thousand shots all directed at the creature.

Apparently the venom was stronger in its teeth. At least that's what you assumed cause unlike the others who'd just been licked you felt numb and paralysed all over. Not just in the arm. Your view got foggy and the shouts and words around you sounded like they were spoken from behind a thick door. You faintly registered someone kneeling over you. A pretty sight with blonde hair falling into her face. A bit like an angel.

"Kate..." you whispered, and then you were gone. You didn't register one bit of all the fuss around you. You didn't register Kate's nearly hysterical cry for a medic. You didn't register Sam and Josh guarding you in case more creatures came. You didn't register Osgood having half of an asthma attack and Kate being too out of it to remind her of her inhaler. You didn't register the medics coming and taking you with them. Nothing.

The first thing you did register was beeping and light. Really bright light. You groaned slightly, a sharp pain shooting through your shoulder as you tried to move. You settled back into the pillow and cleared your sight a bit, by blinking a few times.

Slowly the bright light turns into a white ceiling, a few lamps and a few monitors in the corner of your eye. You figured that's where the beeping came from. You looked around a bit, seeing a big window showing the blue sky on your left. Ahead of you was a TV and a door, supposedly leading to the bathroom. On your right was a door that led out of the room and a chair. In that chair was Kate. She looked awful, tired and worn out. But mostly she looked angry.

You tried to sit up a bit but groaned when your shoulder hurt again. Kate stood up from her seat, looking at you, arms crossed. "Lie back, don't move."

You frowned a bit at her sharp tone, but complied. Slowly sinking back into the pillow, you settled in a way that would make your shoulder hurt as little as possible.

"Are you insane?" She asked you in a way she usually scolded soldiers who didn't follow her orders. A tone that made you question your own decision immediately and showed you she was more disappointed in you than anything else. It was a good tone, very useful. Usually. Not now. You looked at her a bit perplexed.

"Saved your life. A thank you would be nice." You mumbled under your breath and immediately regretted it. Kate's eyebrows shot up, and she looked at you like she was ready to catapult you back into the hospital herself the second you could leave.

"You risked your life unnecessarily, that's what you did. It was irresponsible and frankly idiotic." She scoffed in disbelief. She threw her hands up into the air and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"You can be happy I'm not putting you on desk duty for the next few field missions." At that you looked not just confused but offended. Again you tried to sit up, but a sharp look from Kate made you lie back down immediately.

"Desk Duty? What the hell for?" You asked in disbelief and stared at her dumbfounded.

"You acted irresponsible. What tells me you won't disobey orders the next time?" She spoke, arms crossed and a stern expression on her face. She wasn't joking and it confused you.

"You're being ridiculous, Kate. You know I always obey your orders." It was true. You always obeyed every order. You trusted her, completely. And you trusted her judgement, even in a seemingly dire situation. She just huffed and turned away from you. But not completely, just enough, so she wouldn't have to look at you anymore. You studied her, her side profile never seized to take your breath away. Just like every thing else about her.

You snapped out of your trance when you see Kate's hand reach up and wipe her cheek angrily. You focused on her a bit more, brows furrowed in confusion.

"Kate, are you crying?" You asked surprised, but softer. She turned away from you a bit further, trying to hide her face completely. You contemplated getting up, but that might be a stupid idea. Kate would probably kill you. "Kate?"

She huffed angrily and looked at you, now looking more in pain than anything else. "You nearly died!" She snapped at you. For a second, you weren't sure what to say.

"Kate, come here." You said softly and held up a hand for her. She looked down at your hand and back up at you. For a moment, she didn't move an inch. Then, slowly, she approached you and sat down at the side of your bed.

"I'm sorry for scaring you, Kate. I know that can't have been easy. But please, don't be angry at me for trying to save you." You softly spoke, grabbing her hand and squeezing it. She still wasn't looking at you. You let go of her hand and reached up to turn her head in your direction. Her eyes were shining with tears that she stubbornly refused to let fall.

"I'd do it all again if it meant saving the woman I love." You spoke softly, merely more than a gentle whisper. Like a warm blanket wrapping itself around Kate's heart. Her eyes widened slightly, and finally she let a few of those tears fall down. Slowly rolling down her cheeks. You caught them with your thumb, lovingly wiping them away.

"I thought I'd lost you." She said, voice shaky and broken but still so strong. Still so stubbornly put together. So uniquely Kate. You looked at her fondly, fingers still brushing over her cheek.

"But you haven't. I'm here. Alive and breathing. And so very much in love with you." You softly reassure her and grabbed her hand again. Pulling it up to your mouth you gently kissed her knuckles. Her breath got caught for a moment as she looked at you. Eyes wide and nearly confused.

"Was I that good at hiding it?" You chuckle as you saw her confused expression. She was fishing for words, highly unusual for Kate. You chuckled again.

"Just kiss me." You whispered. Her eyes widening comically. When she didn't move a millimetre, you reached up and put your hand in her neck, simply pulling her down to you. Her lips are soft on yours, the kiss tender and cautious. And for a moment to forget what had happened. You forgot the pain in your shoulder. You forgot the world even existed outside of this kiss.

[otherone12]

I Don't Need a VIP Pass

Gerard Way x Reader

-> Masterlist

A/N: Heyy!! This fic was quite short, but I really think it turned out well… anyway, I don't think there was any reason to extend it. Hupe u enjoy it!

(Plz sand me requests! Literally anything... )

Summary: You are a non-public Gerard's partner, 'because you never really cared about put this under the spotlight, 'cause you love each other and thats enough for you. He invited you to see MCR's concert, but you didn't found him anfter the show. Looking for him, you went to the "meet & great" area, but you haven't a VIP pass.

- Word Count: 900

- Warnings: None :)

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps2: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st Person POV

The crowd’s cheers still echoed in my ears as I maneuvered backstage, a mix of adrenaline and nerves coursing through me. MCR had just put on an epic show, and all I wanted was to be with Gerard, like we always do after shows. 

Our post-show meetings are practically a ritual. Right after the show I meet him backstage, then we go to the hotel and enjoy some of the quiet time we have during the tour. When there's a meet-and-greet, it's customary for us to see each other beforehand, and I stand nearby waiting. But this time I couldn't find him anywhere.

- Did anyone see Gee? - I called out, trying to maintain my composure as the backstage chaos unfolded around me. It was usually easy to find him, everyone here knew I was his girlfriend, and I never needed any pass or else. But tonight, the backstage area felt like a maze, and I was losing my sense of direction.

- Good luck finding him! - Frank joked as he rushed past me. - He’s probably off kissing some fan or something.

- Ha, very funny, - I shot back, rolling my eyes. But my heart raced with a mix of annoyance and concern. He always made it a point to find me right after the show. Why was this time different?

I made my way toward the meet-and-greet area, where fans buzzed with excitement, but my stomach twisted when I couldn’t spot Gerard’s familiar bright-red hair in the crowd.

A couple of girls, probably around my age, stood near the front. They looked like they knew everything going on so I approached them casually.

- Hey, have you seen Gerard? - I asked calmly - I’ve been looking everywhere for him.

One of the girls immediately gave me the up-and-down, zeroing in on my neck.

- You don’t have a VIP pass. - she said, in an affronting tone.

- Yeah, I know, - I forced a smile, tryng to keep calm - I don’t need one.

I kept my eyes darting around, trying to spot him.

- Well, we paid for ours, so we do need one. - Her friend snorted and rolled her eyes. - If you don't have a pass, you're not supposed to be here.

Her voice dripped with that Karen-level smugness, making my skin prickle.

- I’m not here to meet the band, I’m just looking for Gerard.

 I said, trying even hard to keep calm. My patience was wearing thin.

She crossed her arms with a mean smirk.

- Well, too bad. If you don’t leave, I’ll get security.

I took a deep breath, again, forcing myself to relax, though anxiety and frustration gnawed at me. Where the hell was he?

- Look, I don’t want trouble, -  I said, my voice tight. - I just need to find Gee-

- SECURITY! - she yelled, cutting me off.

A wave of exasperation hit me like a truck. Great.

A large security guard lumbered toward me, parting the crowd with the sheer size of his presence. 

- Where’s your VIP pass? -  he asked gruffly, crossing his arms.

- I. Don’t. Need. One. - I clenched my jaw.

- Why do you think you’re so special, huh? - The obnoxious girl made a loud scoff, apparently trying to get as many people as possible to look at the whole scene

I was about to open my mouth and replace her. The things running into my mind to say that weren't friendly at all, but when I saw Gerard, weaving through the crowd, with that cute smile I loved so much and his hazel eyes sparkling under the dim lights, relief flooded me.

- Gee! - I called, waving at him.

- Sugar! - His face lit up when he saw me. 

 He practically ran over, slipping an arm around my waist and pulling me close.

- There you are, - he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to my temple. - I’ve been looking for you everywhere.

- So was I,- I said with a grin, running my hand along his cheek and pulling him in for a proper kiss. 

His lips met mine slowly, sweetly, in that overly dramatic way only Gerard could pull off. And, of course, I made sure the smug fan saw every second of it.

When we finally pulled apart, I glanced at her. The look on her face was priceless. Eyes wide, mouth agape, disbelief painted across every feature. I couldn’t resist shooting her a wicked grin.

- That’s why I don’t need a VIP pass, - I murmured just loud enough for her to hear.

- What? - Gerard blinked, confused but amused. 

- Never mind.-  I held his leather jacket, pulling him for a kiss again, smirking against his lips before pulling away. - But next time, babe, can you make sure I get a VIP pass?

I know that wasn’t nice for me to doing this, but damn it was so fun. I made sure to get the most touchy possible while we’re talking, hands under his jacket, hugging him.

- Why? - He raised an eyebrow, grinning.

- Because I really don’t want to have to punch your fans. -  I wrinkled my nose playfully.

- You wouldn’t-

- Oh, I would,- I teased, cutting him off - For you? In a heartbeat.

He let out a soft whine, squeezing me tighter. 

- But they’re not like groupies… just enthusiastic fans, babe, you know that.

I gave him a sly look. 

- Sure, Gee. Whatever you say. - I packed his lips one last time before we walked away together.

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~ Soo that's it! Lemme know if u liked it! <3

[zoropookie]

Would it spoil too much or... Is it ok for you to write a teensy-weensy bit of how smitten sm scara was with yn(or like their first kiss idk)

i’ll give you something that doesn’t show up in the story

“Hustle,” Kuni said, his hands hovering around his mouth to grab your attention. “We’re going to be late. It doesn’t take four minutes to put on shoes.”

“Sorry— just trying to…find Kazuha’s camera.” You struggled your words out, scavenging through the storage near the front door. “Oh man…there’s so much stuff in here.”

There was a school trip to Sumeru Akademiya paid for by the government — every student was already required to fill in an assignment that asks them what they want to consider studying. You wanted to organize an entire day of exploring a new nation, so the old reliable camera your brother used was best!

Except…you fail to find it. And Kazuha was already at work, so there weren't really any opportunities you could get to take pictures of cute dogs.

“That’s what happens when you don’t organize.” He deadpanned, bluntly jabbing his own polaroid camera into your side once he walked up. “This is my mom’s, if you want it. She wanted to give you a better birthday gift, so she gave me her leftovers. Don't find the appeal of keeping your stuff either, so here.”

You stopped to stare at the camera in his hands, eyes panning back and forth from him to the lilac object again. “Oh, no…I don’t think I should..”

“Take it.” He urged, shoving it in your hands which caused you to gasp, “She’ll let me have it if you don’t accept anything from her, she'll make it seem like I'm the one who didn't try giving it to you. Extremely irritating on the other side.”

“Really?” You frowned, “Do you want me to talk to her..?”

Kuni was about to open his lips to answer her eagerly, but his shoulders slumped at a newer resolution. “She’ll be who she wants to be. It’s not your problem, anyway.”

Marveling quietly at the camera, you turned it over in your hands and felt the cool and slick surface. The soft color was delicate and cute, a big difference to the chaos you left in your wake at the front door. Strewn around you were multiple boxes sitting out on the front door’s mat, but even with the mess, your brain wired solely on the gift.

You were closely thinking of the opportunities you’ll get while on the school trip to snap photos, smiling warmly all of a sudden at the fluttering you felt in your heart. “You keep saving my life,” You sighed in relief, looking Kuni in the eyes. “Thank you…”

He could only stare at you, as the wind blew against the both of you undistracting. His expression softened eventually, a tender smile spreading across his face. His eyes, usually sharp and intense, now vulnerable as he drank you in. “You did something different with your hair today.” He said softly.

You beamed. "You noticed?"

He reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear, leaning in a little to his gentle touch. “It's nice.” He spoke quieter.

You nodded slowly, feeling a small rush of affection hit your cheeks as you started feeling bashful enough to turn your head away. "Haha..."

"Kiss." Kuni stated, not leaving room for you to reply correctly.

"Huh...?" Your voice cracked.

“Kiss,” he repeated, his voice gentle yet firm. He leaned in closer, his eyes locking onto yours.

You felt your breath hitch, and slowly, you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a soft kiss. It was a small peck at best, but you felt your heart in your throat at the sheer proximity of him. A beautiful sight to see, which made you all the more nervous.

Satisfied, he hummed, delighted. "Okay, let's go."

As he nudged you along, you stiffened while you hesitantly shut the door. "I'll have to apologize to Kazuha when he gets back...I didn't mean to make such a mess." You said, quickly following after your boyfriend.

"He'll get over it."

[whitedarkmoonflower]

I loved your story with Sihtric. I wanted to ask if you have time if you could write Sihtrics wife being taken by Hestan in season 3, and she gives birth to twins while she is with them. Then Hestan sees Uthred and threatens that he has Sihtrics family, but of course, Sihtric gets his family back.

Kidnapped Part 1

Sihtric x reader

Authors note: dear Anon, sorry that it took me a while to start writing. As it happens so often with me the story just took hold on me and kept going. It was starting to get a bit long, so I decided to divide it and post at least the first part, that is completely ready, before I figure out how Sihtric will get his family back.

Warnings: nothing really serious, bit of angst to lose your dear ones, use of alcohol in distress

Word Count: 2,515

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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“I am going to find my wife,” Sihtric's face lit up in a warm smile as he spoke to Finan, clutching some flowers in his hands. He hadn’t seen you for months. He could still vividly recall the day he left and how excited he was finally to be heading for a battle after years of peaceful living. He loved you with all his heart, but he was a warrior and had longed for some adventure. He had never expected it to turn into a nightmarish ordeal, with Skade emerging in Uhtred’s life and swiftly turning it upside down in the blink of an eye.

Now that the witch was dead and you all were back in Winchester life seemingly returning to its normal flow, he found himself consumed with anticipation. He couldn't wait to see you, to hold you in his arms, and to tenderly kiss your swollen belly, knowing that you carried his child. The sheer joy that had overwhelmed him when you had shared the news just before his departure was beyond words. He had kissed you passionately, spinning you around like a madman, laughter bubbling forth from his very core. In that moment, he had wished he could stay by your side, but there was no other choice. Now almost eight months later you were likely nearing the end of your pregnancy. You were carrying his child – the full weight and meaning of this still hadn't fully settled within Sihtric’s mind as he hadn't quite had a chance to fully comprehend it amidst the chaos and battles that had unfolded.

Finan’s infelicitous attempt to mock Sihtric, left him unfazed as he merely smirked at his friend, refusing to engage in further discussion. With a determined expression, Sihtric turned away, hastening his steps towards home. Home – it was a word that made Sihtric’s heart skip a beat and warm up each time he thought about it, keeping him going even in the most desperate circumstances. It represented a dream come true, a place where he belonged and a family to return to. Something he could barely imagine just not so long ago.

His steps quickened as he approached the familiar street, his anticipation building as the house he had bought for both of you came into view. Eagerly, he rushed to the door, knocking with expectation. To his surprise, there was no response. He knocked again, straining to hear any signs of life behind the closed doors. However, the only response he received was an eerie silence that hung in the air. With a mix of anxiety and a racing heart, Sihtric gently pushed the door, causing it to creak open. A tight knot formed in his stomach as he stepped into the cold and desolate house. His eyes scanned the surroundings, revealing dust-covered furniture and cobwebs that had claimed the corners of the room. Sihtric's entire world shattered into countless shards. The house stood empty, abandoned for quite some time. You were not there, and he didn’t have the slightest idea what could have happened or where you could have gone. His hands dropped to his sides, letting go of the flowers he had been clutching. They twirled to the floor. Sihtric turned on his heels and sprinted towards the marketplace, desperately hoping to find Finan still there.

“Finan,” Sihtric called out, rushing towards his friend, and grasping his arm. “She’s gone. The house is empty. She’s gone.” Finan grinned, as his initial instinct was to offer another joke, but the sheer despair in Sihtric’s voice, the anxiety etched across his wide eyes, silenced any attempts at humour. Finan choked back his words and almost bit his tongue, realizing that now was not the time for jesting.

“What do you mean she’s gone?” Finan wanted to be certain, “Could it be that she is out running errands?”

“No, you don’t understand, Finan.” Sihtric responded urgently, his words tumbling out in a rush. “She’s truly gone. Nobody has lived in the house for a while already. Finan, we have  to find her. I have to find her. I never should have left in the first place,” Sihtric's desperation drove him forward, simultaneously pulling Finan towards the stables.

“Hold on, just wait a moment,” Finan tried to stop his friend’s frantic movements, to hold him, “Wait, stop!” he finally yelled at Sihtric, gripping his shoulders tightly and shaking with all his strength.

“Where do you think you are going? Do you honestly believe you’ll find her by aimless riding around with no idea where to even begin searching?” Finan tried to put some sense back in his friends dazed mind. Sihtric struggled to break free from Finan's grasp, but Finan refused to let go. They were nearly wrestling now, when Osferth and Uhtred came running towards them. Not understanding what's going on they stepped between the two friends, trying to pull them apart.

“What’s going on?” Uhtred yelled, holding onto Sihtric tightly.

“Sihtric’s wife is missing,” Finan explained, as Sihtric continued to struggle, unable to articulate his thoughts, his despair evident. It took considerable effort and strength to restrain Sihtric, until he finally ceased his resistance, leaning his forehead against Uhtred's shoulder.

“She is pregnant, Uhtred. She carries my child, and I have no idea where she is or what has happened,” Sihtric whispered, his voice filled with anguish, as Uhtred placed a comforting hand on his friends’ shoulder.

“Sihtric, calm down. First, we need to find out what has happened. Does she have any family? Is it possible that she sought some assistance from her family or friends? Being pregnant and alone can be incredibly challenging. There might be an innocent explanation for her absence,” Uhtred suggested, nodding to Finan and Osferth, who instantly understood what he meant and turned around to disappear in the jungle of the narrow streets, searching for anyone who might have information.

While Finan and Osferth scoured the neighborhood, Uhtred accompanied Sihtric to the tavern. Sihtric slumped heavily onto a chair, his hands supporting his head, not even noticing the ale jug Uhtred had brought him. After an hour or two, Finan and Osferth returned with news.

"We have both good news and bad news," Finan began. “The elderly widow living next to you told us that the pregnancy was not easy. She felt sick very often and couldn’t eat as she was constantly throwing up. About a month ago, she apparently decided to go to her sister, as it was too hard for her to cope alone.”

“The bad news is that her sister came for a visit a week ago looking for her as she had never arrived at her place,” Osferth added.

Sihtric remained seated, his hands buried in his hair, supporting his bowed head. He had heard what his friends told him, but he was simply unable to grasp it. His heart pounded in his chest, his pulse racing with an agonizing mix of fear and desperation. His mind spun with unanswered questions, each one a dagger stabbing at his already fragile state of mind.

Memories of your last moments together flooded his thoughts, taunting him with images of your laughter, your shared dreams, and the promise he had made to you, to come back as soon as possible. Without you, the world felt vast and empty for him, devoid of any meaning.

Sihtric felt tears welling up in his eyes and blurring his vision. Helplessness surged within him, a suffocating sensation that threatened to consume him. Taking a deep breath, Sihtric shook his head and wiped away the tears before anyone could notice. He could not imagine a life without you; there was no alternative. He had to find you.

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It felt like an eternity, but in reality, only two months had passed since your fateful encounter with Heasten on your way to your sister’s place. You had delayed your departure, hoping to wait for Sihtric, but as time went on, it became increasingly difficult. Your belly had grown so big, that even dressing yourself had become a challenge. It was obvious you needed help. With no news from Sihtric in over half a year already, you were faced with the truth that either you were going now on your own or you would never manage it and would be left alone for the childbirth. You had enough money to hire a wagon and a coachman and luckily it was not far you had to travel. Your sister along with her husband and their three children, lived just two days’ journey away from Winchester in a small village near the river.

On the second day of your travels, you noticed a few riders observing you from the nearby hills, but before you could start worrying, they withdrew, and everything seemed to be fine. However, your sense of security was short-lived as a group of warriors abruptly appeared on the road ahead. There was no possibility of escape with a wagon, so your coachman halted, awaiting their approach.

"What cargo do you carry?" a rough voice, tinged with a distinct Danish accent, inquired.

"We are not traders, my lord," you responded, opening the flaps of the wagon's tent.  “I am simply travelling to my sister for the childbirth.” Your pronounced pregnancy was on full display, as you hoped it would dissuade the riders from causing harm. You looked at the man, who had spoken and your heart froze in fear. It was Heasten, the Danish warlord whose path had so often crossed with Uhtred’s and his men. You recognised him from your few encounters at Alfred’s court where he tried to persuade the king that his wife and children wished to accept Christianity and get baptised. It had been a ruse, a ploy to gain Alfred's trust and provide false information about Bloodhair's army. Unfortunately, these encounters had allowed Heasten to recognize you as well.

A cunning smirk crept across Heasten’s face as he fixed his gaze upon you, scanning your entire being from head to toe. His eyes lingered upon your swollen belly and they narrowed slightly, flickering with a malevolent spark, revealing the twisted delight that swirled within. Like a predator sizing up its prey, his gaze became focused and intense.

“Ah, who do we have here!” Heasten exclaimed as the corners of his mouth curled upwards and a wicked grin began to spread across his face, his eyes flaring in mischief, “Sihtric’s little bitch, ripe as an apple!” He approached the wagon, dismounted his horse, and extended his hand in your direction, urging you to descend.

“You know Sihtric will chop you alive into pieces and feed to the dogs, if you lay a hand on me,” you hissed at him, attempting to invoke fear, but it seemed to have no effect on Heasten. His smirk only grew wider.

“First your husband will have to convince his Lord to stay away from the upcoming battle,” Heasten retorted, his voice laced with menace. “Or else, it will be me who carves pieces from your lovely body and sends them to Sihtric.”

“You, there,” Heasten commanded one of his warriors. “Go to Winchester. When Lord Uhtred returns, seek out his oathman Sihtric and tell him what happened today. Tell him, that if he ever wishes to see his wife and his pup alive, he must persuade Uhtred to stay away from the battle Edward – that little weasel of a king – is preparing to fight against Cnut’s army. And if he fails to do so, he will have to choose between the life of his Lord and the life of his wife and child,” Heasten stretched his hand toward you, forcefully ripping away the delicate silver chain that hung around your neck – a gift from Sihtric.

“Take this and present it to Sihtric as a proof that you speak the truth,” he commanded, handing the torn silver chain to the warrior.

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Uhtred had sent out all his available men to gather information and persuaded Sihtric to remain in Winchester, ready to depart at a moment’s notice should any news arrive.  Sihtric was a complete mess. The mere thought of waiting idly, doing nothing, was unbearable. In a desperate attempt to drown his fear, despair, and overwhelming helplessness, he resorted to the only thing that came to mind—he drank. He hoped it would numb the consuming emotions that tormented him and finally got so drunk, that Finan and Osferth had to carry him back to his room in the tavern.

It was long past midnight when Sihtric awoke to a pounding headache. At first, he couldn’t even recall where he was, but then in a sudden rush, the events of the previous day flooded his mind. He jumped out of the bed still wearing his clothes as his friends hadn’t bothered to undress him. In need of some fresh air, he hurried outside just in time before his stomach revolted and he threw up. Spotting a nearby barrel filled with rainwater, Sihtric plunged his head under the cold water and counted to five before emerging, only to find a man – a Dane – standing next to him. Sihtric instinctively reached for his axe, but the Dane simply shook his head.

“Don’t! Believe me, you want to hear what I have to say,” the Dane spoke raising his hands to show that he held no weapons, while Sihtric watched him warily.

“I have a message for you from Heasten. You remember our dear friend Heasten, don’t you?” the Dane continued, “He sends his regards. It has come to his ears that you are missing something, something very dear to you. And guess what? Heasten has found it.” Sihtric listened with eyes widening in disbelief, his expression shifting from watchful cautiousness to pure fury, though the Dane seemed oblivious to the change and pressed on.

“Listen carefully. If you ever wish to see your bitch and the pup within her alive, you must deter Uhtred from helping Edward. He must not join Edward’s army, nor should he engage in the battle against Cnut. Do you understand, you worthless scum? If you fail to do so or if the lives of your family hold no value to him, then you have a choice to make: Uhtred’s life in exchange for the lives of your loved ones.”

Sihtric stood frozen, rage slowly consuming him, as the Dane’s words sank in. He didn’t want to believe it. He opened his mouth to respond, but no sound escaped. The Dane extended his hand toward Sihtric, revealing something held within his palm. “This is the proof you were seeking,” the Dane smirked, unfurling his fingers, and allowing something small fall to the ground. Sihtric knelt down, his anger mounting, as he picked up the delicate silver chain with a pendant in the form of the sun. He recognised it instantly; the very same necklace he had given you when Uhtred agreed to your marriage, and you had always worn it ever since. Sihtric grunted in rage and quickly sprang to his feet, only to discover that the Dane had vanished.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

[ashisgreedy]

Garreth Weasely x F!MC

"Shared Fires” 

Dragon Shifter Fantasy AU 

Tags: Smut 18+ |  Dragon-Shifter Garreth x Human F!MC | Romance/Erotica | Dubious Consent | Size Difference | Biting/Marking | Penetration | Cunnilingus | Outdoor Sex | “Mates”(no breeding/preg) | Cock Warming | Primal | Telepathy/Mindreading | Overstimulation |

WC: 8,200

Summary: In a world invaded by dragons, humanity's survival is a daily struggle as cities crumble. Amidst this chaos, MC encounters a dragon, but instead of violence, he transforms into a human-like man, forging a carnal connection with her. 

A Monster Romance Short Story

The distant roar that echoed through the skies didn't prompt her to seek shelter immediately. Along with the other survivors, she hastily extinguished the campfire and efficiently stowed away their provisions. Each person diligently performed their role, and in no time, the campsite was dismantled, and they set off toward the nearby cave their scout had located earlier.

The dragons, though a constant presence, had yet to pose an immediate threat to them in the forest. They usually flew toward the distant side of the valley and beyond the ridge, allowing the survivors some semblance of familiarity and routine. These creatures typically found their preferred havens in elevated, expansive areas that could comfortably accommodate their entire group.

Approaching the cave, the sound of rushing air reached MC's ears, an all-too-familiar precursor to attacks. The dragon's arrival was heralded by a massive shadow blocking out the sun. A chill gripped her veins, propelling her into a frantic sprint toward the cave. Other members of the group stifled their cries, one among them already in tears as they hurriedly gathered beneath the protective canopy of the trees.

Inhaling deeply, she surged forward, arms pumping with determination as the cave entrance drew nearer. Yet, an abrupt roar from above sent her stumbling, her heart thundering in her chest.  She instinctively covered her ears, bracing herself for the potential inferno of heat that could erupt from the dragon's jaws.

Its wings flapped just above and she swallowed her heart, urging her legs to push her forward just a bit faster. She glanced back, anticipating the group to be right behind her, only to find herself utterly alone. Her eyes widened, panic racing through her mind like wildfire. A desperate gaze flickered between the cave's entrance and the path she had just come, uncertainty paralyzing her. In these perilous times, being abandoned was practically a death sentence. The dragon's roar must have sent the others fleeing in the opposite direction. Inwardly cursing her oversight, frustration burned within her.

Opting to bolt toward the cave, she dashed until her calves screamed in protest. A resounding thud to her left sent her stumbling forward, her knees catching her in the fall. Her teeth clamped on her lip, stifling any outcry. A deep exhalation behind her caused her lungs to seize. The colossal presence loomed just at her back, a shiver racing down her spine. The entire forest fell into an eerie hush, as though the very trees were holding their breath.

Avoiding a glance backward, she remained immobilized by fear. A shiver coursed through her as another huff and inquisitive sniffle came from behind. Though she had never encountered one up close, her imagination conjured the sheer magnitude of their snout, an image about the size of a carriage. 

With a menacing snarl, its colossal wings beat, setting leaves and branches into a frenzied whirl. She struggled to swallow past her parched throat, her hands turning numb before starting to shake.

Silence stretched for a long moment, eventually emboldening her to steal a glance. If these were her final moments, she wanted to quench her curiosity. Yet, the instant her gaze landed on the scene a wave of regret washed over her.

The dragon was massive. A hulking, spiked monstrosity shrouded in sharp garnet and gold scales sculpted perfectly to its muscular body. A single talon, the size of her entire body, was more than enough to eviscerate her. 

Her stomach twisted as her head moved up its towering figure towards its face. A gasp escaped her lips as she locked with its immense slit-shaped pupils, their attention laser-focused on her. It's eyes were a swirl of greens with an obsidian core. 

She recoiled as its jaws parted, a plume of smoke unfurling. This was the moment, an undeniable certainty coursing through her veins. She was about to be blasted with the hottest fire known to man, the very same that had wiped out entire forests and cities. She refused to close her eyes as she waited for sweet release. 

Yet, seconds stretched into an eternity, and the Dragon seemed to exude an air of disinterest. Her brows pinched in confusion as it sat still, spiky tail lashing behind itself. 

After a short while, her shoulders eased their tension. However, they tensed right back up as the Dragon began to stir, as if... shrinking? Her eyes widened in bewilderment as she watched the dragon change right before her, transforming into the shape of a human man.

Her jaw was on the floor as he ruffled his crimson curly hair and blinked until his slitted pupils transformed into round black circles. Lifting his gaze to her, an amused expression played across his features. Despite his fair complexion, his skin boasted tiny golden flecks and human-like freckles. 

He took a step forward and she took a step back. It was undoubtedly a 'he', revealed by his obvious display of masculinity, with no clothing whatsoever to hide his modesty. She averted her eyes above the waist, observing as red scales seemed to dissolve as he continued to transform, giving way to sleek, unblemished skin across most of his body.

He halted, his now considerably smaller scarlet wings unfurling, stretching out broadly. The veined wings were tipped with small talon-like claws. After looking her over once more, he took another casual step forward.

The wings outstretched looked more like a warning than anything but it reminded her of male birds in the wild having bright obnoxious colors to attract a mate. It was almost funny to her how he strutted over, glowing with confidence, almost. 

She didn’t run, knowing damn well she’d never make it out of the clearing. She kept her eyes glued on him and allowed him to approach us slowly as he was.

The closer he got the more obvious their size difference was. Though human-like in form, he was much larger than any average man. He towered over her, surpassing her height by several heads. 

Despite her determination, she took an involuntary step back as he approached. The tree's presence behind her made her jump causing the dragon-shifter to crack a smirk. 

“Um, Hello?” She said, shattering the prolonged silence. His gaze fixated on her lips, eyebrows arching in surprise. “Do you speak… English?” She tried again finding her voice wavering. The adrenaline rush that had gripped her was beginning to subside, yet her chest remained constricted.

Amusement danced in his eyes, each time she spoke, his attention seemed to linger on her lips as if intrigued. She pressed her back harder into the tree. She realized he wasn't inclined to speak or even attempt communication in any possible language he may have. 

The methods of communication among the dragon species had confounded humans. Over time, it had become evident that dragons separated by vast distances could somehow coordinate attacks or migrations, despite never being observed having interacted before. This mystery had perplexed everyone, leaving their communication methods shrouded in conjecture and conspiracy theories.

His gaze intensified as he drew nearer. Leaning in, he inhaled deeply through his nose, exhaling in a lengthy sigh.

As he got closer, his outstretched wings blocked her view of the forest making her heart gallop in her chest. She felt akin to a mouse ensnared by a cat.

She cleared her throat. “Hi.” She said a bit louder than before. She waved her hand, capturing his attention. His brows knitted as he examined her hand, creases appearing on his forehead. 

He looked closely at her hand as she presented it to him. She watched as his perplexity grew. He countered by extending his own hand, dwarfing hers by almost twice the size. His fingers were tipped with short, yet sharp, claw-like nails. Her mind raced, contemplating his intentions. Would he strike her down now? Perhaps a razor-sharp nail to her throat? 

He glanced back at her hand, then at his own, releasing a huff through his nose as he shook his head. His gaze shifted, moving more leisurely across her form. 

A thought occurred to her, was he scrutinizing their differences? There were a lot of differences actually, such as the lack of garnet scales draping her shoulders and fading into her chest. His scales mixed nicely into his pale skin, fading until none were peppering his flat stomach. 

The wind picked up, evoking a groan from him as he inhaled deeply once more. His face neared hers and she could smell the forest air wafting from his body. The scent of dried rain and crisp leaves accosted her senses. 

His hand lifted, gently touching her hair, careful of his claws. She remained motionless as he leaned closer, inhaling the scent of her hair. A contented sigh escaped him before he shifted his focus to her neck. There, she felt the faintest graze of his tongue, causing her to jerk away.  The dragon shifter looked happy with himself as he walked to her other side with a newfound purpose. 

“That was…. Nice.” She offered, an odd sensation settling over her. But, this man was holding his life in her hands. She could play nice until the opportunity for her to escape arose. 

She jumped when his hand moved up the center of her back. Startled, she took several strides forward, distancing herself from him and leaving him standing by the tree alone.

“Woah, ha…”  She struggled to contain her reaction, trying to avoid offending him. “That..” She shook her head and buried her face in her hands. She couldn't wrap her head around what was happening. 

The shock had overwhelmed her ever since the dragon's astonishing transformation before her eyes.  She wondered just how long these dragon invaders had been able to do that. Were they born with this ability? 

He frowned, walking toward her again. He lifted his hand and slowly reached out to touch her face. Before his hand met her skin he paused, looking into her eyes. 

It dawned on her that he was silently asking permission to touch her.  She didn't know if she exactly had a real choice in the matter. In response, she nodded, allowing his hand to make contact, her face tilting into his touch as she took a deep breath.

His eyes lit up as his gentle hand cradled her face. He hummed happily, tracing down her neck and across her shoulder. Heat radiated from his skin leaving warmth in the wake of his touch. When his claw brushed against her arm, she realized it was more blunt than she had initially assumed, lacking the razor-sharp point.

She took in a deep breath, feeling his gentle touch all the way down to her hand. His gaze sought hers, and he grinned in triumph. Her brows furrowed with puzzlement, the world suddenly shifted, and her cheek met the ground. A shocked exhale escaped her, swirling dirt around her face.

His palm pressed on her head, keeping her face against the ground. She kicked out, but the motion came to an abrupt halt when he positioned his groin against her raised backside. She gulped, her fingers clenching the grass beneath her.

He ground against her, drawing her hips back into his body.  The fabric of her pants acted as a barrier, dulling the sensation, but the contours of his cock were unmistakable.

She yelped when he folded his body atop hers, breath tickling her ear. He rutted against her, and she instinctively shut her eyes.

“Um? What the fuck is going on…” She asked rhetorically, knowing the dragon had no idea what she was saying. 

Inhaling her scent, his heart pounded against her back. The more he ground his hips, the firmer he became against her backside.

He huffed, pulling back slightly. She watched as he raked his fingers through his curls, groaning. His gaze locked onto hers, his hand gesturing for her in a general sense. 

She didn’t move, cheek still pressed to the ground as she looked back at him.  Inhaling deeply, he visibly trembled. With a pointed finger, he indicated himself, then her.

MC blinked a couple of times, a span of silence stretching between them. The dragon frowned reiterating the gesture, jabbing his finger into his chest before carefully pointing at her.

“I don’t get it… You…. and me?” She gestured to herself and then to him.

The dragon's gaze intensified. He grasped her pants and, aided by his claws and strength, ripped the fabric away.

“Hey! Those were my only decent pair! Oh, Shit!”

His mouth was on her cunt, a long tongue licking a stripe the entire length from her clit to her ass. 

“Oh…” Understanding struck her like lighting. “Oh no… we can’t. I-” 

His hands carefully parted her cheeks as his tongue delved between her folds. 

“Holy hell… what…. is happening? Do you want a …hook-up? Is that it?” A yelp escaped her as his tongue circled her opening. 

She wondered whether she should allow him to have his way, let him satisfy his desires. Maybe, when he was done, he will leave her here and fly back to whatever scorched patch of earth he came from and she can find her group again.

“Fine…” The word was more of a moan. She bit her lip to stifle any sounds.

The cool breeze sent a shiver down her legs as he abandoned it to point at himself again. 

“Yes, yes! Go ahead.”  She indicated, pointing at herself and then at him.

His brows shot up and his eyes sparkled. An actual smile graced his lips, and he appeared... quite attractive.

“Let's get this over with, yeah?” She exhaled, her body scraping the ground as he removed the remains of her torn clothes. 

He let out a low growl and placed his mouth back on her center. Years had passed since she last experienced the pleasurable touch of a man. A slap or a punch during a resource battle? Sure. But nothing that sent delightful shivers up her spine and caused her eyes to roll back.

“Damn…” She huffed, stirring up dust that settled on her face. She attempted to brush it away with her hand but was caught off balance when he spread her legs further. 

She thought of the cities and entire valleys that had been decimated by hoards of dragons and their molten flames. Her own town had been among the first to fall victim to the invaders, forcing her and her family to become refugees, perpetually fleeing in search of survival.

She squeezed her eyes, feeling like a traitor as the very same enemy licked up and down the entire length of her pussy. Damn… being a traitor felt incredible. Of course, she was only doing this to create an opportunity to escape once he was finished... yeah... that was the plan. 

His hands gripped her thighs and he pulled her legs apart. He purred against her slick cunt, vibrations making her squirm. How long was he going to do this for? This was looking less and less like a quick fuck and more like he was attempting to genuinely pleasure her.

“You can get on with it… you know.” She muttered, digging her nails into the forest floor. Predictably, he paid no attention to her words.  After all, he hadn't uttered a single syllable, only making moans and groans of pleasure with his mouth. 

His long tongue slid inside her entrance, the thick muscle stretching her out. She moaned and so did he, the vibration making her legs quake. His sounds of pleasure caught her off guard. Pulling her head back, she watched his red waves catch the sunlight as he buried his face between her legs. She squinted against the sun's brightness, then shifted her gaze back to the dim expanse of the forest ahead.

It was maddening how pleasurable it all felt. She let out a soft whimper, her cheek pressed against the ground while his groans reverberated through her, setting her body on edge.

“No one is going to believe this…” She whispered to herself. Her legs were trembling and she felt the orgasm on the horizon. “Fuck…” 

His tongue moved dangerously slow, swirling around her sensitive clit. His thumbs dug into her skin, holding her core open obscenely for the taking. 

She exhaled deeply, her muscles taut as the tension built. 

"Alright!" she declared, pulling away before the inevitable. 

The dragon growled and pulled her hips until his lips met her clit again. He sucked hard, running his tongue in circles, ravishing her with fierceness. 

“Ah!” She moaned as the intensity of the orgasm throbbed in her core and spread over her body. “Oh fuck, oh fuck…” She whimpered, pushing herself back into his face, grinding eagerly. 

The dragon hummed with satisfaction, licking lighter and lighter until the touch was barely there anymore. 

Her legs quivered and her limbs shook as he released her, causing her to crumble onto the ground. Panting heavily, she tried to collect herself.

The dragon repositioned her hips, pulling her ass back into the air. Glancing back, she noticed the dilation of his pupils, his once-green eyes nearly engulfed by the expanses of black. He pushed his knuckle against her core, keeping his claw at bay as he pressed into the slick hole. She moaned, voice strained when his knuckle entered her.

His gaze narrowed, eyes locked on the wet mess in front of him. A blush colored her cheeks and she moved away again.

She began to turn around. “Okay okay…” She uttered. The dragon grabbed her hips, moving her back into place, on display for him. "Alright, fine... I'll stay like this," She huffed, rolling her eyes. "You're obsessed with this position…” 

For the first time, the dragon shifter took himself in hand. He pumped his length keeping his eyes on her spread pussy. 

Glancing over her shoulder, her eyes went wide. “You're not putting that in me, are you!?” She blurted out. He was massive, much larger than any ordinary human's cock should ever be. “It won't fit.” She added, starting to crawl away. “There’s no fucking way.”

He grabbed her hip with his free hand, holding her in place. He pressed his cock against her pussy, coating her slickness all over the tip. 

“That’s not going to help… a miracle is needed.” She pleaded. He pushed the tip against her opening and started to push. “There’s no way!” She yelled “There’s no-” The tip popped inside and she squealed. Okay.. maybe there was a way. 

The look of determination on his face told her he wasn’t stopping at just the tip. His teeth were clenched, both hands holding her hips in a bruising grip. He was moving slowly, carefully, as a sweat broke out on his brow. 

“Please be careful! Oh, gods” She moaned, feeling the intense stretch of her insides. “I can’t…. I can't..” She whimpered. Yet, she could. Her pussy betrayed her, taking more and more of the dragon's cock until he was deep inside her. The uncomfortable stretch soon turned delicious and she cursed the sounds coming from her lips. 

He groaned, thrusting into her until she took him as deep as she possibly could. Tears brimmed in her eyes.  Her panting grew louder with each passing second. “It's too much… but…” She conceded, loosening her grip on the grass. 

He wasn’t moving, and instead breathed deep, hands trembling as he held her hips. 

She felt full, stuffed to the brim, unlike anything she’s ever experienced. She proceeded to press back into him, uttering soft whimpers. He gasped and folded over her, pressing his chest into her back. His arms were on either side of her head, caging her in. He placed tender kisses across her shoulder and neck. His body felt like a furnace. His skin held the warmth of a heating pad. As he folded over her, she began to sweat despite the cool spring air. 

She took a deep inhale, her insides tremoring as her body acclimated to his size. He stayed seated deep in her as his lips moved down her neck and kissed just below her ear. 

"I guess you could call this romantic," she attempted to joke. “But, we’re on the literal forest floor. Maybe if we were in a bed or-” 

The sensation of sharp teeth grazing her skin sent a shiver through her. Her eyes widened when she felt them a second time. They were razor-sharp and far more pointy than his claws were. She held her breath, anticipating his next move. His kisses, coupled with the gentle brush of his teeth against her skin and his slow breath made it feel like he was working up to something.

Pain erupted from her throat in a piercing scream as his fangs penetrated her flesh. The noise sent nearby birds scattering, their wings fluttering and carrying them away from the scene. Betrayal washed over her and her initial instinct was to jerk away. He bit down harder and she stopped fighting, in fear it would cause more damage to her body. Tears clouded her eyes, and her cries reverberated through the surrounding trees.

He could easily tear out her throat or crush it in an instant. For the first time, limp and powerless between the jaws of a monster, MC understood how truly helpless she was.

A searing sensation like molten lava surged from his bite. She pleaded and begged for him to stop, but the scalding fluid seeped into her veins, causing her vision to blur. Her entire body became an inferno from within.

The burning sensation soon reached her heart. In her panic, the pounding muscle shot the molten lava out to her extremities. As it made its way up her neck, her lips tingled and burned. Her hands were engulfed, feeling as if she’d placed them atop a red-hot iron.  A quivering whimper escaped her lips, betraying the fear that gripped her.

She groaned as the painful sensation started to dissipate. The heat felt comforting, almost natural, as it made its way to the tips of her toes.

All at once, his body stopped feeling like a furnace. He felt normal, almost cool even. Her sweat evaporated and the breeze in the forest became exceptionally refreshing. A deep inhale calmed her, and her flushed cheeks cooled.

Carefully, he unlatched his teeth. He tenderly licked at the spilled blood apologetically. A distant male voice reached her ears and she jerked her head to look. She wanted the help, sure, but what would a group of humans do in this situation? Also, her predicament was very… strange. The dragon’s cock was still seated inside her, she was naked, covered in dirt and the winged man licked at the wound he’d just given her. 

She didn’t see anyone in the forest as she scanned the trees. Another male voice, much closer, caught her attention and she swiveled her head in all directions.

“Hello?!” She shouted. 

Someone was near, and she wondered why the dragon man was not on alert. Was he not worried about them being found? Or did he simply not hear them? With the keen senses she knew the Dragons to have, the ladder sounded less plausible.

Heat rushed to the spot she was bitten and the blood stopped trickling. She tried to look, only seeing one of the punctured holes from her view. It was mending itself and at a remarkable rate. Her eyebrows rose in astonishment.

"What was that just now?" She gazed into his eyes.  His pupils were slits again, but he blinked until they were circular black holes. 

The man's voice came again and it was right behind her. She instinctively turned her head, finding no one there. Fantastic…, she must be losing her mind. Going insane seemed plausible, especially with the dragon shifter man in the picture. Could this all be a result of hitting her head? Perhaps it was just a dream... wasn't it?

The dragon shifter ran his finger through her hair and sighed happily. Her body had very well acclimated to the size of his cock by now. She felt a rush of endorphins race through her originating from her core.

“...like you were made for me.” A male voice echoed within her mind. 

She slowly turned her gaze toward the shifter. “Did you just speak?” 

“I have been.” His lips didn’t move, but she heard his voice clearly. 

There was a long silence as she gawked at him. “H-how are you talking without… your mouth?” 

He grinned and pressed a kiss to the spot he had bitten. ”The Draconian are a telepathic species.”

“What!?” Her mind raced. “Why couldn't I hear you before?” 

His eyes shifted between hers, sporting an amused grin ”You are human.” The word 'human' wasn't exactly what he said. But the image linked to the word conveyed his meaning. ”Humans aren’t telepathic by nature.” He adds. 

“Then how can I hear you now?” She murmured. 

”I gave you my fires. You have been changed from the inside. Transformed.”

Her walls fluttered around the intrusion inside her. “Oh…” She was too stunned to speak, her mind struggling to grasp the reality of it all.

“What are you called?” He asked, lips brushing against the curve of her ear.

A hiss escapes her as his fangs graze her sensitive skin. A surge of fear courses through her, yet nothing comes of it. 

“Why does it matter?” She says between clenched teeth. Her body trembled beneath his, ensnared like a bird in a cage by his powerful arms. Memories surface of her mother using her full name when she was in trouble, juxtaposed with the nickname her friends had coined – a name she much preferred.

”That’s a beautiful name.” His voice filled her head. 

“What?! I didn’t say anything. I just… You can’t read my mind, can you?!” She eyed him in disbelief. 

The dragon laughed, letting out a full-blown chuckle against her neck. ”I like how feisty you are. Yes, of course. You have my fires, I can read your mind.” He inhaled deeply against her neck. ”You smell fantastic… I could sense you from miles away.”

His words were accompanied by images that filled her mind of flowers and dewdrops on crisp green grass. Those weren’t her thoughts. 

“Can… can I read yours too?” 

He vocalized a hum and spoke in her head. ”Only if I let you.” He smirked, eyes half-lidded as his gaze moved over her facial features. 

“How can I keep my thoughts to myself?!” 

He smiled and finally pulled away. "I’ll teach you… maybe.”

“Maybe? Teach me now” She encouraged. 

He laughed. ”I will teach you, in time.” He pledged, his hand gliding down her back in a comforting motion.

She was quickly growing accustomed to his voice resonating in her mind. She glanced behind her, capturing his smile illuminated by the sunlight streaming through the canopy. His fangs were only slightly longer than his regular teeth. Funny, they had felt much bigger when they pierced her skin. 

He smiled even wider. ”You think I’m handsome?” His brows arched playfully.

She averted her gaze. “I’m not going to get used to the mindreading any time soon…” Thoughts of how the mind-reading would ruin her escape plans weighed heavily on her mind.

“Garreth.” His voice reverberated, drawing her away from her thoughts.  

“What?”  She scrunched her face.

”That is what I am called. Garreth.”

“Oh…” A tinge of remorse settled in for not asking. 

”It’s all right.” His hands slid down her back, breath quickening. ”Are you ready now? You aren’t making distressed sounds anymore.” He pressed his hips forward against her ass, pushing his cock that much deeper. 

"Damn it! I... Hold on!" She gasped, pressing her forehead against the ground. "Maybe I should turn around first? Lie on my back, perhaps? This position... it's hurting my knees."

Garreth narrowed his eyes. ”But this is how you mount a mate to claim them.” He said, tilting his head.

“A what!? I am not your, your mate!” She spat, attempting to pull away but failing as his hands tightened on her hips.

"You are. Your scent is perfect, just what I've been seeking all my life." The voice in her head took on a singsong tone. "And, you did agree."

“When!?” She asked, utterly flustered. A mental image flashed before her eyes. She saw herself, dirt-covered face, hair clinging to her skin, pointing at him and then to herself. “The pointing? That was… it..” Well damn, it was her telling him to just fuck her already. But she hadn't exactly signed up for being mates! “I didn’t want a full-blown mate! Just... I just thought.” 

He sighed. ”I see what you thought. But, why would I want to do this…” He emphasized with a hard thrust. ”...with you only one time?”

She let out a soft whimper, her head spinning. “Okay, okay. …How long do ‘mates’ last?” She asked. 

The dragon chuckled, leaning forward and trailing kisses down her spine while his hands moved up her stomach to cup her breasts. His fingers lightly caressed the soft skin, rubbing her nipples gently in small circles. 

She pressed her forehead down to the ground, the scent of the earth filling her nose, and let out a long sigh. She just wished he'd started already. Her body was no longer throbbing at the intrusion and instead had prepared with extra lubricant for just the occasion. 

”You’re so impatient.” His sensual voice echoed. ”But I'm ready to provide you with everything you desire, whenever you wish.”

With a firm grasp on her hips, he withdrew and thrust his cock into her.

“Ah! Oh.. my fucking gods…” Her moans vibrated into the earth. 

”I love the noises you make with your mouth.” His voice sounded even but his vocal breaths told another story. He panted, pumping into her, filling her up over and over. 

”Feels so good… I’m so full.” She thought in her mind. She sensed the words extending, stretching like tendrils in the void until she visualized Garreth’s face. She recognized the instant the words reached him, slotting into his mind like two puzzle pieces finally clicking together.

He moaned, thrusts getting sloppy the faster he went. His red wings beat, creating a gust of wind that tousled her hair around her face.

An image of flying took shape in her thoughts. Lush hills filled with green trees, mist filling the canopy and rising toward the morning sun.  Soaring and the rush of diving toward the earth, catching oneself on the wind with outstretched wings filled her mind. With the rush coming from these visuals he was sending her, she knew he was close to release. 

"You're too perfect.” His words touched her mind. 

“Can we try the other position? Please. As much as I’m enjoying this…” She asked, knees pressing hard against the ground. “If you hate it, we can change back.” She sent him a vision of her on her back and him close enough to kiss her. 

He said something explicit in his head she couldn't attach to an English word. He pulled out, slowly, carefully. 

”Show me.” He breathed heavily, waving his hand and gesturing for her to roll over. ”I will entertain my mate’s request” He added with a proud smile.

She did, rolling until her back met the ground, feeling the tickle of grass and crushed wildflowers against her skin. She adjusted until her feet were pressing down, legs spread in front of him. “Okay, now… do it.” She urged, red coloring her cheeks. 

He gazed at her with wonder. An image of herself flooded her mind. Seeing her own reflection through his eyes was otherworldly. It was as if he had a lens that made her look ethereal, illuminated by the sunlight, her hair cascading behind her. The line between his thoughts and hers blurred, and she marveled at how she appeared. She had never considered herself more than ordinary, yet in this vision, she appeared divine, almost like a goddess.

He carefully grabbed her thighs, lifting her legs off the ground as he moved closer to her. His gaze fixed on her with a sense of wonder, like a starstruck fan. He moved slowly, deliberately, lining his cock up with her entrance once more. 

”Radiant, beautiful, gorgeous.” His thoughts enveloped her consciousness, painting a vivid portrait of admiration, sliding back inside her with minimal effort. "All mine”

She closed her eyes, his cock sliding and pushing against all the right spots. She tilted her head back and slid her hands up his chest, loving the way he eagerly leaned into her touch.

”I like this position.” He thought. ”I like the human way.”

She let out a sigh, watching his face drawing nearer to hers. "Kiss me," she whispered. His smile wavered, and he blinked in surprise. When he didn't respond she asked,  "What? Draconians don't kiss?"

She projected an image into his mind of two people locked in a passionate kiss, followed by an image of him leaning down and meeting her lips. He blinked a few times and followed her vision, leaning down until their lips met. His movements were somewhat rigid and awkward.

She snickered, arms encircling his neck. "I suppose not. Here," she whispered, pressing her lips against his and repeating the gesture. He drank in the sensations and swiftly reciprocated the kiss. When her tongue ventured between his lips, he drew back, his gaze locked onto her mouth.

"Too much?" she inquired, concern filling her mind. She worried she’d offended him in some way.

"Not at all." He shook his head, drawing a deep breath. "I was surprised.”

She grinned up at him. “Want to try again?”

He nodded, his hand cradling her face, his gaze focused on her lips. As their mouths met, he immediately slid his tongue into her mouth. He rolled his hips, sliding deep, and pulling moans from her. 

She kissed him back passionately, fingers digging into his hair. He braced himself above her, his claws sinking into the soil. He thrust faster, rocking her entire body with the movement. 

As his kisses became sloppy, their teeth collided, and she felt the sharpness of his fangs. She broke the kiss, her heart racing. But he lunged forward again, his lips meeting hers with urgency.

"I won't hurt you.” His reassurance echoed in her mind.

Using her mental voice since his lips were on hers, she responded with a mental image of the bite mark and the words ”You already did!”

”I had to do that, so you could survive this claiming.”

"What!" She pulled back from the kiss, breathlessly. "What does that mean? What are you saying?" She asked him to explain, but he simply smiled. 

”You needed to be the same body temperature as me, otherwise… I'd scorch you.” Lines creased his forehead. ”I don’t want my mate to die.”

“Mate… I- Okay we will circle back to that. What would cause me to get scorched?” She kept her hands on his shoulders, holding his kiss at bay.

”My body, my fluids… Your body is incompatible with me unless we share my fires.”

“Fires? Was that what was in the bite you gave me? I have so many questions…”

He nuzzled her face, inhaling deeply. "We have all the time in the world. I'll happily answer your questions day and night. I promise. But for now…” He punctuated his statement with a thrust of his hips. 

She groaned and nodded. "Fine, but I want answers. All of them. Deal?"

”Absolutely, deal” His thoughts brimmed with amusement aimed at her. ”After.”

Shaking her head, she draped her arm over her eyes as he quickened his pace. He breathed heavily, peeling himself from her body and sitting back on his bent legs. He held her legs up, pushing his torso against her thighs.

”Is this good?’ He asked, his gaze scanning her face.

She peeked from under her arm. "Yes... Oh, yes... It's amazing." she whimpered.

Her legs trembled as he held them tight. She sucked in air through her teeth, hissing as he hit her in all the right spots to make her see stars. The slick wet sounds filled the air mixing with his low grunts. Every thrust, every pump pushed her body with such intensity that she felt like a ragdoll.

“So good…” Her feet dangled in the air while he supported her legs. Her stomach muscles tightened, and she reached out, clutching his arm. Her nails dug in, and despite his gentle humanoid exterior, she discovered his skin was thick and impenetrable. 

"I’m going to fill you up.” The mind speak drifted into her head. She was dazed, barely registering what he said. Her mind was elsewhere as his cock pounded her senselessly. 

“Close- I’m… Ah!” She moaned, core muscles flexing as her cunt throbbed. 

”Yes.” The voice in her head encouraged. He moaned, pumping faster while the orgasm had her gushing out onto the forest floor. 

“Holy shit!”  She exclaimed, locking eyes with him in a heated exchange. His eyes were mesmerizing, like precious gemstones reflecting the purest hues of an emerald. 

”You look so beautiful under me.” He said affectionately, fingers pressing into her thigh, and sharp nails scraping lines on her skin. "You're so pretty. I’ll never get tired of looking at you.” He praised. 

She wasn't attempting to escape out of fear anymore. She pulled away because he was buried so deeply within her, and her inner walls felt fatigued and overstimulated. “It’s too much!” She groaned, her entire body trembling like a leaf. "Oh my..."

”I’m close, please-” He begged. ”I’m so close” He kept the same intense rhythm, lowering her legs. He leaned over her form, his arms bracing on the ground on either side of her torso. His face hovered just inches from hers.

She stopped her escape and instead, let the overstimulation become her. Gasps and grunts passed between them, his face close enough to kiss if he wasn’t fucking her so fervently. Her eyes pinched shut as a second, weaker, orgasm pulsed in her core. She whimpered, almost crying as the friction became too much. If he hadn't wrapped her in his arms, the force of his hips would have pushed her away. 

Garreth praised her for keeping up with him, whispering sweet words into her thoughts. His teeth gently grazed her neck, and his tongue traced along her skin. With a single flap of his wings, a gust of wind swirled around them.

Garreth then thrust to the hilt, his body stilling. He held his breath for a moment, then his cock throbbed inside her. A searing heat filled her deep and she pinched her eyes closed, teeth gritting. 

She gasped as the sensation rippled through her, her fingers digging into his back, cautious of where his wings were. She desperately pulled him closer, longing for the space between their bodies to disappear. His forehead pressed against her cheek, muscles twitching as his searing cum filled her to the brim, seeping out, and dripping onto the forest floor. He panted, arms holding her to his chest as he breathed through the last remaining throws of his orgasm. 

“Garreth,” She moaned. No matter how she tried to relax, her muscles were forced to their limit with him still inside her. Her ears rang as her heart pounded in her skull. 

He placed a trembling hand on her lower abdomen and pressed down. She gasped, feeling just how deep inside her he was. A whimper escaped her when he pressed again. 

"You're mine.” He murmured against her ear. "I’m yours. And nothing-” He growled ”...will ever come between us.”

She cried out when he removed himself from her body. She choked on a sob, feeling her core muscles finally relax. Her thighs were covered in slickness from their combined fluids. 

"You're so beautiful…” He claimed her lips in a passionate kiss.

She kissed him back, sounds of pleasure still slipping passed her lips. His strong hands cradled her face as his tongue dipped into her mouth. 

“Mm, wow…” She sighed, finally catching her breath.  

Their mouths met with a fierce hunger, lips pressing hard, vanishing the air from her lungs.

His hands moved all over her body, cupping her breasts with his massive palms. His thumbs ran over her nipples and she arched into his touch.

“I’m really sensitive right now.” she whimpered, placing a few soft kisses on his lips. His stamina was truly remarkable.

He smiled. "I understand.” He trailed kisses down her neck to her collarbone. "I did that to you.” He stated proudly.

"Yes, you certainly did," She agreed breathlessly.

”Time to head home soon.” He said, planting one final kiss on her cheek before moving his head between her legs in a swift motion.

“What? Home? What do you mea-!” 

His tongue ran down her slit, gathering their mixed fluids. He licked and sucked between her folds, cleaning up the mess he’d made. He hummed, burying his face as close as he possibly could. 

“What are you doing!?” She gasped, a moan escaping from her increasingly raspy voice.

”Cleaning you up so I can take you home.” He assured her in his mind, tongue moving up and down her wet thighs. It was a mix of ticklishness and sinful pleasure. She indulged in both, relaxing back on the soft grass. 

He focused on her entrance next, moaning into her cunt, devouring her essence. She could sense his immense pleasure from the delightful thoughts that floated through his mind. His tongue repeatedly brushed against her clit and she shuddered. 

Her exhausted stomach muscle contracted, and she cried out, “Okay! I’m spent! I can’t… not another one. Please!” Her hoarse voice carried a pleading tone as she pushed on his red waves, trying to move him away from her center. 

He smirked, savoring one final inhale before leaning back and respecting her wish. His wings folded against his back as he stretched his arms upward and to the side.

She shut her eyes, taking deep breaths to regain her composure. Her legs closed, and she could already feel the onset of soreness in her muscles.

Garreth reclined next to her in the grass, a contented smile on his face. "You're the most beautiful mate.”

“We’re going to need to have a long conversation about that.”  She remarked,

Garreth chuckled and effortlessly pulled her onto his chest as if she weighed nothing. He brushed hair away from her face, allowing her to nestle into his larger frame.

Taking a deep breath and then exhaling slowly, her eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion taking over.  “Do you ever use your voice to speak?” She asked, unintentionally yawning in his face. He appeared unfazed by her less-than-polite action.

She watched him as the silence stretched. His eyes squinted like he was about to sneeze before his lips formed the sound “Ssur,” He looked pleased with himself, followed by light laughter.

“That wasn’t a word.”  She struggled to hold back a laugh. 

”But I spoke it with my mouth.”

“Do you even speak any language?” She asked.

"I didn't know human mates had so many questions. I will be happy to answer them all but I can’t all at once.” He stretched, keeping her nestled against his chest. "I love how curious you are. You were most definitely made for me.”

“But you will answer them eventually, right?”

”Of course,”

“Do you know anyone else with a human… well, 'mate'?”

Garreth pat her back with a small smile. “That is another question.”

Amused, she chuckled. “Oh, sorry. Okay, I’ll zip it for now. I promise. I need some rest, now…” 

”First, home, then rest and cuddles, and after that, I'll satisfy your curiosity.”

“Where is-” She paused. “Never mind... Another question…”

”This is our home.” He projected images into her mind— a mountainside with a cavernous opening in its flank.

“That's… high.” She gazed up at the sky, the images from her mind blending with the real world.

”Those humans you were with, they abandoned you.” His words were laced with annoyance. "I will not do that. I won’t leave you here alone. Especially since you don't have claws to defend yourself.”

“How did you know there were other people?” She asked curiously. 

”I could smell them nearby when I found you.”

Her face scrunched in annoyance. They were close by, after all, just hiding like cowards and leaving her to die. She honestly couldn’t blame them, unsure of what she would have done in that same situation. 

"I promise to take care of you.” His fingers tenderly followed the curve of her jawline.  "I will provide you with anything you could possibly need. And, I will strive to give you everything you want.”

Through their mental bond, she believed every word he said. He forged his fires in her veins, binding them mentally, emotionally, and physically. Now, their connection was complete, making her just as much his as he was hers.

With care, Garreth helped her sit up. He followed suit, rising to his feet. "We both need to freshen up and have a warm meal.” He brushed dirt off himself. 

The thought of food made her stomach rumble. “I’m starving…” She didn’t know the last time she had a proper meal. 

His smile widened. "I know... I've seen your thoughts full of bread and cheeses.” He extended a hand to help her stand.

“My clothes…” She looked around at the tattered cloth. “They’re… unsalvageable.” 

Garreth furrowed his brow. "I will get you more.” He assured. "Now, I must transform to take us back. Will you be comfortable riding in my hand?”

She looked down at his humanoid hand with uncertainty. “Um…” 

Garreth's laughter resonated in his chest. ”My Draconian hand is much larger. You will fit in the palm of it. Don’t worry. Can I shift now? Will you be okay?” He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, gaze on hers. 

She could feel his worry clouding her mind. There had been a load of anxiety the last time she saw his dragon form. 

She nodded finally. "Yes. I’m ready.”

Garreth took several steps back, pupils changing to slits before his skin erupted into gleaming garnet scales. With a resounding roar, his body expanded, reshaping itself into the colossal dragon that had previously frightened her.

”You're safe.” He reassured her mentally. "It's still me.” He took one large step toward her, the ground rumbling with the weight of his limbs. 

She willed herself to stand her ground, reminding herself that this was Garreth—the man, or rather dragon, who had claimed her, who had promised protection and care.

Garreth extended one massive, claw-tipped hand, waiting patiently. His breathing was much louder, punctuated by intermittent gruff sounds.

Summoning her courage, she stepped forward, hand gliding over thick red scales until she nestled within his palm. He patiently waited for her to find a good position, securing herself in place by clasping onto one of his massive digits.

Garreth gradually closed his fingers, cradling her against his chest as though holding a precious jewel.

"Hold on tight. I’ve got you, okay?”

"Okay.” Poking her head out of his hand, she watched as he limped on three limbs to the clearing.

As the dragon prepared for flight, his wings unfurled with a sound like distant thunder. Garreth’s wings stretched out with an astonishing span, each membranous expanse flexing as he eyed the sky. With a powerful thrust, he launched himself into an open expanse. Each mighty stroke of his wings sent shockwaves through the air, leaving behind a whirlwind that ruffled the trees. She held onto his digit, feeling safe and tucked away against his hard chest. 

He broke through the canopy, leaving the spot where they met behind. In flight, his wings pumped fiercely, propelling them forward. The wind and his wings were a harmonious bond between raw strength and the sky, a union that was nothing short of breathtaking. He adjusted fluidly, tilting to catch currents and riding the winds effortlessly. His body cast a massive shadow on the ground below. 

As she peaked out from under his claws, she looked down and the open air made her stomach drop. She gripped his fingers tightly, a chill rushing through her that had nothing to do with the wind whipping past. He sent her images of his home again, a cozy cavern in the mountain. She saw a small room with a large bed made out of piles and piles of blankets, a desk with books and quills, and a bookshelf stuff with more trinkets than books. 

The wind roared in her ears, drowning out all other sounds. Pressed against his chest, she could feel the dragon's muscles working in rhythmic harmony, each beat of his wings translating into a forward surge, propelling them higher and higher. The landscape rolled and undulated beneath them, a living canvas painted with forests, rivers, and mountains. 

With every powerful stroke of the dragon's wings, she felt weightless, suspended between earth and sky. It was as if gravity itself had loosened its grip. Among all these things was the undeniable sense of freedom. 

And then, gazing into the infinite horizon, she felt a sense of unity with the dragon, with Garreth— in addition to the bond they already forged.  She marveled at the world from a perspective reserved for the extraordinary, recognizing that this was a moment that would forever etch itself into her mind.

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Thank you for reading! 

I want to say this is the longest fic I have ever written in all my years in various fandoms. I am shocked it came out this massive, but it is fitting given the content lol. 

Drop a comment and let me know what you think! I’d love to hear your thoughts on this labor of love. 

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How did we get here? when i used to know you so well..

cw: angst?, kinda occ, word vomit, implied past relationship with bakugo, pro hero!bakugo x villain!reader (kinda), ends with a cliffhanger

wc: 789..

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notes: okay this is probably gonna be booty cause i kinda just put stuff down, i hope it isn’t too bad if anything needs fixing don’t be afraid to tell me, i might not make a pt 2 to this cause idk what else to write after it, uhhhh that’s it :p

now playing: Decode - Paramore

back to navi..

“Get out of my way!” the sound of explosions was heard throughout the city. buildings were falling everywhere and dust clouds replaced them.

cars, busses, and street signs suddenly ripped up from the ground and swirled around in the air.

“what the hell is going on?!” Bakugo spoke out loud, looking around for anyone as he ran towards the center of chaos.

all the others were around trying to help people out of the fallen building. Midoriya, Kirishima, Mina, Tsu, Tokoyami, and Bakugo were all running to the source. rough screams were heard as a car came crashing down onto the road, right in front of bakugo. it all happened so quickly, but fortunately, he was quicker.

with an explosion he launched himself over the car and continued running. the sound of his boots was barely audible over the sound of rushing air and car alarms blaring through the wind.

Midoriya hopped around from building to building , getting ever so close to the source of chaos. Just as he was within reach of whoever was the cause of this, he was swung back by a forceful wind. The force of the wind ended up sending everyone flying back, including Bakugo, who was sent straight towards Kirishima.

Kirishima couldn’t move fast enough causing Bakugo to crash into him, sending them tumbling. “PAY ATTENTION, HAIR-FOR-BRAINS!”

“i’m sorry bakubro! you came outta nowhere!”

the wind suddenly picked up in speed, sending everyone flying into the air agian. “What the hell?!” bakugo’s voice fell upon deaf ears as everyone became separated. the wind around them almost cutting their exposed skin from the sheer speed and force.

As bakugo looked around, he spotted you in the center. your eyes met his, a sudden shiver ran down both of your spines as a realization came to both of you.

How did you end up in this situation? someone who oh so desperately wanted to be a hero, becoming a villain. a puppet for the LOV. Your facial expression said it all. It was him who caused your sudden change.

Suddenly, bakugo was thrown away from the chaos. his body flew through the air, making him set off blasts to try and control where he was going. yet it was all in vain. his body slammed against a building, sending all the air in his lungs out.

“Wait! guys it’s them! it’s y/n!” he yelled out as he finally regained his breath.

no one could hear him. despite his harsh and loud voice, the wind muted him.

he watched as Midoriya somehow made it to you and collided against you. a sharp gasp ripped from your chest as the pain of his punch radiated from the place of impact.

no one could see you, they only saw the monster that they thought you were. he watch as mina came next, sending her acid toward the quirk enhancers on your wrists, causing them to disintegrate. then went kirishima, grabbing you and holding you down, making it impossible to move.

tokoyami grabbed Tsu as she fell from the sky, holding her up so she wouldn’t hit the ground. they safely landed in front of you and the other 3 hero’s.

bakugo watched from afar, his body unable to move. was it from the injuries? or was it that he knew that he wouldn’t be able to stop what was going to happen to you.

“let me go!” you yelled as you thrashed around in kirishima a grip, his quirk activing, causing it to be even more difficult to move.

“we got you now, there’s no escaping.” Midoriya spoke, his voice full of victory.

you looked up at them. the world froze. no one moved, too stunned to speak. it was you. it was really you.

it had been years since your disappearance. and now here you were, conspiring against them, attacking them, and being in the most dangerous villain group of all japan. it was still you.

“y/n?! but why? you? why.. why would you turn back on us?” mina’s voice shook, full of hurt, betrayal, and anger.

you stayed silent, kirishima grip on you faltered enough to let you send a strong wind, knocking them all back.

“it’s his fault. if you really want to know why i’ve chosen to backstab you all, ask him. ask bakugo.”

and with that, you sent yourself into the air with a flick of your wrist, right into a purple portal in the sky.

you disappeared yet again, this time right in front of them.

The five hero’s turned to look at bakugo, who still kneeled on the ground. frozen and with a look of pain and guilt on his face.

just what did he do to let this happen?

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Title: "The Great Butterfly Mansion Rescue"

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The Butterfly Mansion was usually a place of serene recovery, where the wounded could rest and heal in peace. But today, it was anything but peaceful.

Tanjiro was in the garden, practicing his breathing techniques, when he heard a commotion coming from inside the mansion. Shouts, crashes, and the unmistakable sound of something—or someone—being thrown around filled the air. His first thought was that a demon had somehow infiltrated the mansion.

He rushed toward the noise, his hand instinctively reaching for his sword. But what he found was far more chaotic—and confusing—than any demon attack.

Inosuke, the wild and unpredictable Demon Slayer, was barreling through the hallways with a woman slung over his shoulder like a sack of rice. Zenitsu was hot on his heels, shouting frantically as he tried to keep up.

“Put her down, you boar-brain!” Zenitsu yelled, his voice shrill with panic.

“Not a chance!” Inosuke roared back, completely unfazed. “I caught her fair and square, so she’s mine!”

The woman, surprisingly, wasn’t screaming or struggling. In fact, she was laughing, clearly more amused than frightened by the whole ordeal. But Tanjiro didn’t have time to process that. All he saw was a woman being “kidnapped” by his two friends, and he was not about to let that slide.

“Inosuke, stop right there!” Tanjiro commanded, sprinting after them with determination. “You can’t just take someone like that!”

But Inosuke, ever the wild spirit, didn’t even slow down. “She’s my prize for winning the fight!” he shouted back, as if that explained everything.

Tanjiro’s heart pounded in his chest. “Zenitsu, help me stop him!” he called, hoping Zenitsu’s usual caution would kick in.

But Zenitsu, for once, was just as frantic as Inosuke. “I’ve been trying! He’s too fast!” he wailed, desperately reaching out to grab Inosuke’s haori, but missing by inches.

Tanjiro pushed himself harder, finally managing to close the distance. With one final burst of speed, he lunged forward, tackling Inosuke to the ground. The woman tumbled from Inosuke’s grasp but was caught by Zenitsu before she could hit the floor.

“Inosuke, what’s wrong with you?” Tanjiro demanded, pinning the boar-headed boy down. “You can’t just carry someone off like that!”

But before Inosuke could answer, the woman—still in Zenitsu’s arms—started laughing. “It’s okay, Tanjiro. He didn’t really kidnap me.”

Tanjiro blinked, his grip on Inosuke loosening as he looked up at the woman. “He didn’t?”

She shook her head, a warm smile on her face. “No, we were just playing around. I’m his wife, after all.”

Tanjiro’s jaw dropped. “W-wife?!”

Zenitsu, still holding onto her as if she might disappear, looked equally surprised. “Wait, what? Inosuke, when did you get married?!”

Inosuke wriggled out from under Tanjiro’s hold and puffed out his chest with pride. “I didn’t ‘get married’—I claimed her after our battle! She’s mine now!”

The reader let out another laugh and ruffled Inosuke’s hair. “That’s not exactly how it works, Inosuke. But yes, I’m his wife.”

Tanjiro sat back on his heels, utterly bewildered. “How…how did this happen?”

The reader smiled and explained, “It’s a long story, but it’s true. Inosuke and I have been together for a while now. He just…has his own way of showing it.”

Zenitsu finally set the reader down, looking like he was about to faint from the sheer absurdity of the situation. “I thought he was kidnapping you! I was about to throw myself at his feet to let you go!”

Inosuke just grinned, clearly proud of the chaos he’d caused. “I told you she’s mine! You didn’t believe me!”

Tanjiro sighed, the tension in his shoulders finally easing as he took in the scene before him. It wasn’t a kidnapping—it was just Inosuke being…well, Inosuke.

“I guess we all overreacted,” Tanjiro admitted, offering a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry for tackling you, Inosuke.”

Inosuke shrugged it off like it was nothing. “It was a good fight. You almost had me there.”

The reader stepped forward, wrapping an arm around Inosuke’s waist. “Thank you for trying to protect me, though,” she said to both Tanjiro and Zenitsu. “It’s nice to know you care.”

Zenitsu nodded weakly, still trying to process everything. “Yeah, well, just…maybe give us a heads up next time?”

The reader chuckled, giving Zenitsu a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “I’ll try, but with Inosuke, you never really know what’s going to happen.”

As they all headed back to the main part of the mansion, Tanjiro couldn’t help but shake his head in amazement. Even in the most peaceful of places, his friends managed to turn everything upside down. But at least, in the end, it was all in good fun.

“Next time,” Tanjiro said with a small smile, “let’s stick to training instead of causing a commotion.”

Inosuke just laughed, throwing an arm around his wife. “Only if you can beat me in a fight first!”

And with that, the Butterfly Mansion returned to its usual, if slightly more chaotic, peace.

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Man I just love making these 😍