#the urge to motorboat him

[raibebe]

raii omg did you see jaemin on the concert last night? HE TOOK OFF HIS JACKET DURING ALLEY OOP AND HE LOOK SO BIG???? HE'S GETTING MORE BUFF EACH DAY AND I'M GETTING MORE INSANE I FEAR😩

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Breasts? I mean boobs. I mean tits. I-

[massivementalitynut]

@solomons-poison @peachsayshi @s-une @keigotakamiz @tteokdorokimain @demonwoman @pastelle-rabbit

Gojo Satoru? Catoru? ALSO IN CROP TOP??? Crop top Gojo should seriously be a thing😤

[ichigo-dream]

Leon - Squish - (SFW & NSFW)

Hi everyone!

We still can't get over the fact that this man is built like that and that he put on 40 lbs of pure muscle between RE 2 and RE 4. Honestly we've spent many hours discussing his squish so have some of our fav headcanons:

Every part of this man is rideable - thighs, biceps, throat, ab, face, doesn’t matter, any port in a storm and what a pretty, squishy port he is. 

u love gently pinching and biting his cheeks bc he still has some of his lil baby face from his rookie days 

his lap is the comfiest place to sit 

your throne 

Leon will grab you by the hips and pull you onto his plush thighs at any point 

soft and pillowy but you can feel the muscle when he flexes 

You love his little freckles that come out in the sunshine and the summertime - there’s one on the inside of his beautiful thigh scarily close to his dick and it makes him feral when you kiss or bite at it. 

To Leon, the only benefit of working for the US Government is travel perks - when flying he always flies first class, and it's the only time he can be comfortable on public transport bc he’s a unit of a man 

Any other time, he has to curl in on himself and crush his legs together to not take up more than his designated space. 

can spread his thick delicious thighs as much as he wants 

in the summertime he likes to workout outside

will do push-ups whilst shirtless 

you try not to pass out at the sight of his muscles flexing + slick with sweat 

sometimes you’ll sit on his back as he does this when he wants some extra weight 

baby boy is so strong it makes u drool 

Loves wearing shorts but gets self-conscious if he wears them in public.

Absolutely will steal your sunglasses to wear whilst he’s outside - (we couldn’t get the image of Leon shirtless in little shorts wearing heart shaped sunglasses out of our heads)

one day he wants to surprise you by wearing his old rpd uniform (cute play on all the times you would playfully call him “officer Kennedy”) but you hear him grunting in frustration from the bedroom so u go to check it out 

shit does not fit this man

not even a little 

trousers caught around his legs bc the material won’t fit over his juicy thighs + ass. You’re trying not to drool at the sight. waistband is fr about to snap 

dick bulge bc the trousers don’t fit over that either 

shirt also  doesn’t fit  - buttons are straining within an inch of their life against his broad chest, waiting to pop  

only thing that does fit is the old bulletproof vest - barely. 

“Never got to wear my summer uniform, and I didn’t want to buy a new one so… I tried to make my own but…”

baby boy is blushing in embarrassment at his failed attempt to be sexy 

but oh he has no idea 

what he’s doing to you rn 

have to pick your jaw off the floor at the sight of him 

he’s sweating a little too from the effort 

you want him to choke you out with his thighs or biceps, you’re not picky 

You tell him to turn around and you’ll try to help him pull them up at the back but this is a ruse -  you just want to see his ass jiggle as he tries to force the trousers up. 

“I’m sorry, I can't get them on..” he whines, annoyed that he can’t surprise you anymore. 

“It’s okay, pretty boy, I need you to take them off anyway”  

devouring this man like he’s a piece of cake on god 

strawberry to be precise 

When you’re fucking him, if you grab at his ass it’ll drive him crazy

You have to resist the urge to motorboat him when his bare chest is freely offered to your greedy eyes.

the juiciest tits u ever seen 

Don’t be fooled tho - tho this man is a beast, he ‘s actually a puppy on the inside. 

He absolutely adores getting to cuddle with you and lie on your chest and snooze - because he’s bigger than you he tends to worry about crushing you but you reassure him that it's okay (glory glory what a hell of a way to die). 

We could go all day (much like Leon) but we’ll stop there for now!

Comment “Bingo!” if you made it to the end, and let us know if you’d like more!

Love, 

Ichigo and Dream xoxo

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

DRABBLE: HE’S SO F**KING BIG THAT HE COULD CRUSH YOU & YOU LOVE IT (18+) (for Fem!Readers)

Writer’s Note: I came up with this on the fly thinking of getting pounded into my mattress by Zoro & how big n strong he is. He’d probably leave me all bruised & achy but it’d be totally fine with me! This is for the girls who adore the big bois. Enjoy! -Jazz

*******

“You’re…so…big…and…strong!”

Each word was punctuated by a thrust by your boyfriend hovering over you.

Correction: your very big, very strong, very sexy boyfriend hovering over you, his dick filling you to the brim and his big, veiny hands pinning your knees to your chest. You love it when he does this. When he shows you just how strong he is.

You can’t help but tell your man what he already knows, panting and raggedly moaning out this statement as he puts your ass straight into the mattress. A big, prideful smile stretches across his handsome face shining in sweat from constantly, roughly fucking your pretty brains out of your head.

“Yeah?” He teasingly asks. “Does my baby love gettin’ pinned down and fucked by her big, strong man?”

He speeds up, fucking you at a pace that has your pants and heavy breaths increasing. His cock seems to stretch you out every single he plunges back into the velvety, wet walls of your pussy that squelch and clench around him, gripping him and keeping him there inside of you.

“Yes!” You damn near scream out. “Yes, I fucking love it! I love gettin’ fucked by you, Daddy!”

You grip his hard, broad shoulders and pecs you could motorboat forever, digging your nails into his skin as he fucks you harder. Faster. Rougher. He smiles down at you, leaning down to press a passionate, searing hot kiss to your lips. “Good girl,” he whispers against your mouth.

He then tosses one of your legs over the other and begins to fuck you from the side, driving you up against the bed. Thank God the pillows are above you because your head would be knocking against the headboard at this point…but it is knocking against the wall every time he drives himself into you with all the energy and force he can muster.

You love it when he gets this feral. This uncontrollable. This unbound and unbridled with his strength. You can’t get enough of it! The way he can toss your body and limbs around like a salad, rip your clothes off (which he has), and use you as he wants to is everything you want and need.

You love feeling his big body on top of you, feeling his weight pressing down onto your body while your feet dangle from his shoulders and his dick pummels into you.

You love feeling his big arms wrap around you, making you feel oh-so small yet safe, his bulging veins prominent underneath his skin. You can’t resist the urge to run your fingers up them every time he snakes them around you or to tell him to squeeze you more.

He often gets nervous when you tell him to do this, especially during sex, but he does it, squeezing you to your little heart’s content. “Is this okay?” He would ask, concerned. “I’m not hurting you?”

“No!” You’d squeak out, smiling contently and feeling like a boa constrictor was hugging you. “Harder please!”

But you especially love it when he flips you over without even asking (because he knows you want it) and drills your shit from behind. His big body mounts you and his calloused hands grip your hips as he drives his hips into you again and again and again.

Sometimes, he forces you into his favorite position (face down, ass up) and locks your legs in with his powerful thighs while pounding your pussy from behind, sending you reeling like you are now. He has now tossed you onto all fours, ass tooted up and face pressed into the bed. His hands dig into your hips and the flesh of your ass that you can tell you’ll have bruises tomorrow.

But you don’t care. You can’t care. Not when the sex is this fucking amazing. Not when your pussy is squelching and dripping and gushing and singing around his beautiful, thick, fat, veiny cock.

“You’re the only one I do this for,” he pants out, transfixed by the way your ass bounces against him and the way your pretty pussy takes him. “Only you can make me this fuckin’ insane.”

You want to tell him the same thing. That his big body and even bigger muscles make you absolutely unhinged. His ripping abs. His bulging biceps and pectorals. His thighs that look like they could crush watermelons and you. The way his size and height make you feel so small even when standing next to him or lying in your bed with him which he sometimes makes you feel is doll-sized.

He’s just so goddamn big!

But your tongue is too tied and your words a babbling mess to reply. But he don’t give a shit. One of his big hands move to grip your throat while the other smacks your ass, leaving it stinging. “Give me your fuckin’ words, baby,” he huffs. “C’mon, my dick isn’t leavin’ you that speechless, is it? Let me know how you feel.”

And so you say the only words on your mind as your orgasm quickly begins approaching: “I-I-I love you!” You sob, open-mouthed and bawling into the mattress.

He doesn’t answer immediately, but when he does, you can tell he’s smiling: “I love you too, baby. Now make that slutty pussy cum for me.”

And as usual, when you cum, you cum hard all around his dick. And when he finally cums for you, he pins you down underneath his body and fills you to the brim with all of him. “Take it,” he demands. “Fuckin’ take all of me, baby!”

You do. You don’t have a choice. He is right on top of you, forcing you to take all of his cum deep inside of your pussy. By the time he finishes, you are both exhausted and his nut drips down your inner thighs, creating a pool between them that stains the sheets beneath you.

With a sigh, your man gently pulls out of you and flops down beside you onto his back. You turn your head toward him and admire his toned body with muscles carved from steel and stone glistening in sweat and adorned in the afterglow of a good, rough fucking.

Noticing your eyes on him, he turns to you and smiles, love and all the affection all woman could want in his eyes. “Okay?” He asks.

You tilt your head up and press a small, loving kiss to his lips, exhausted, achy, and oh-so satisfied. “Okay,” you sigh.

Dedicated to: Zoro, Bakugou, Geto, Gojo, Grimmjow, Sukuna, Law, Shunsui, Shanks, Toji, Aizawa, Ichigo, Nico, Kirishima, Nanami, Worick, Fatgum, Draken, Choso & any other beautiful, big man I’m missing lol

[pinkmirth]

❤︎ ⋆ ࣪ ˖ 𝒞𝐻ℰ𝑅𝑅𝒴-𝒫𝐼𝒞𝒦𝐼𝒩𝒢!

𝒮𝑌𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮𝐼𝒮 ⨾ a little looksie into the castlevania men and their particular preferences . . . aka, the unavoidable “ass or tits” question!

𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜𝐼𝒩𝒮 ⨾ ( 800+ words of . . . ) multi!castlevania men x fem!reader (black coded); adrian ‘alucard’ tepes, trevor belmont, richter belmont, isaac laforeze, hector forgemaster, count olrox, mizrak, & vlad ‘dracula’ tepes; missionary, doggy, mutual masturbation, thigh-fucking, bdsm (spanking), explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo!

𝑀𝒴 𝐿𝒪𝒱𝐸 𝐿𝐸𝒯𝒯𝐸ℛ! ⨾ yes, i am being trivial and shallow because it’s fun & that’s a good enough reason! inspired by this post here; i just had to whip up something for our favorite wallachian men >.< please enjoy, and thanks for reading! 🎀

𝒜𝐿𝑈𝒞𝒜𝑅𝒟!

it’s far too obvious, i think; but he loves. him. some. boobies! adrian’s a tits man through and through, even if he’s got too much decorum to admit it. his actions say it all, though— he loves to lick them, knead them, tease your nipples with his teeth, rest his head between them, gently cup either one whenever he’s embracing you from behind . . . he’ll even motorboat them if he’s feeling naughtier than usual. now, that’s all out of pure habit. intimately, though? slotting his twitchy cock between your boobs is surely his favorite; and then there’s those times when he’s got you laid upon your back while he's situated between your spread legs, fucking into you from above. his cold palms lie at your waist, grip going tight whenever you squeeze around his pulsing dick, and his golden eyes are glued to your breasts like it’s all they’re good for. the way they bounce and jiggle with his pace is nothing short of mesmerizing. coming all over them in the end will make him lose his fucking head. whether it’s an unaddressed mommy kink or otherwise, he just can’t get enough of you (and the girls!) let him suck your titties and his entire day is made.

𝒯𝑅𝐸𝒱𝑂𝑅!

ass. completely, absolutely, undeniably, ass. he’ll smack it, eat it, grope it, anything. trevor pinches your butt whenever he wants a rise out of you, just to see how much you’ll blow up at him. (so what he finds it cute, sue him!) and, smacks at it whenever you’re feeding him an attitude. if he starts grabbing at it with rough palms, you already know what he wants; to fuck your shit up. unexpectedly, doggy’s the first position he’ll think to fold you into once you reach that bed. trevor curves over your arched frame, grinning at the ripple of your asscheeks against his pelvis. he’ll spit pure fucking venom into your ear while you take him. seals it off with coating your plump, pretty ass with his seed. the happiest man alive, he now is.

𝑅𝐼𝒞𝐻𝒯𝐸𝑅!

both! there are men out there who simply can’t bring themselves to choose, because both are far too precious; and richie’s one of them. how could you even expect him to pick? both parts of you are so soft, round, and feminine . . . if you allow him to get his hands on either, he wouldn’t mind in the slightest. this belmont’s skilled with his hands, might i add; his breast massages make you slump into him whine for more, and spankings don’t even feel like a punishment with him. as long as he can kiss down your body, mark the canvas of your flesh, and caress anything you’ve got in a pair of two, rich’s all yours.

𝐼𝒮𝒜𝒜𝒞!

thighs! it isn’t exactly a given option, but then again, this man isn't like the others. he loves the fullness of them, how warm to the touch they are whenever he rests a hand at your lap, and finds them to be the greatest pillow the entire world could offer. you stroking at his smooth scalp while he nudges his face into your thighs is his idea of paradise. speaking of, this man is king of thigh-fucking!!!! slots his cock in between the warmth of your inner thighs, urges you to keep them closed tight, and makes a mess of them by the time he’s done. his cum releases in streams, and spurts out to drip down your lap. but don’t worry, his tongue’s already out; as a gentleman, isaac always makes sure to clean up his messes.

𝐻𝐸𝒞𝒯𝒪ℛ!

tits! they’re perfectly squishy, which helps considering that he’s got loads of stress to rid himself of. one-finger less isn’t stopping him from giving the girls their much deserved attention! he’s slipping under your bra, brushing past your nipples, and kneading the mounds like he’s got nothing better to do. you know what’s his favorite thing to do with you and the girls? having you on your back with him kneeling above you, desperately tugging at his cock right before your face. you bring a hand down to swipe at your clit and match his pace; god, he swears you’re drooling. you suckle at his tip, and it’s enough stimulation to bring him to his peak. he’s then cumming all over your chest, some reaching your spit-streaked lips. has he ever mentioned how beautiful you look this way?

𝐵𝒪𝒩𝒰𝒮!

dracula simply adores thighs! a man of culture, this one is. as for olrox, he loves him some (man) titties. a nice, broad and firm chest is enough to put a smile on his face and a tent in his pants. then there’s mizrak, the ass-lover. grabbing it is his favorite past-time >.<

© 𝒫𝐼𝒩𝐾ℳ𝐼𝑅𝑇𝐻! ⸻ all rights reserved! do not steal, plagiarize or repost any of my works. please and thank you! 𝜗𝜚

[twstjam]

Unforeseen

HAHA it's not a Matcha fic if it isn't edited and posted at 2-3 AM amirite I don't know what this is I was just brainrotting about Malleyuu + Yuu and Sebek friendship + my take on post-NRC and this is what came out of it. I INITIALLY planned to only write the first and last parts but then my brain decided that it would be a good idea to come up with all the other shit in between and now this mess exists 👍 This also features a few theories and hcs based on Book 7 Chapter 4 lore, like how Malleus hatched and how Draconia babies are made. Summary: Sebek goes missing and with Malleus's first child with you on the way the prince is anxious about the affects of unexpected events on his family and the future.

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There aren't many things that can scare a dragon.

But then correspondence from Sebek's party stops, and Malleus swears his blood freezes.

He's sure he wears out the floor with his pacing, blood humming with restless surges of magic and throat hot with the urge to release fire as he waits with patience that wears thinner by the hour. Silver stands in the doorway, the disapproving gaze he'd imagine on his father reflected exactly on the guard's face as he tells Malleus to go to bed.

Malleus would laugh at the irony if he didn't instead begin to worry about the emptiness he'd leave next to his spouse if he remains awake until dawn again. Well, not that you'd be entirely alone.

Your arms are encircled around a massive black egg, held close to your chest like you used to do with the monster cat curled up against it. Grim rumbles like a motorboat, the only sound that remains when Malleus enters the bedroom and all conversation is halted.

You sit up, not without keeping some part of you touching the egg in some way, eyes alight with hope. Malleus's heart sinks at the way your expression falls at the frown he wears.

Referring to you and Sebek as "close" would be an understatement. Since your first day at the castle, the both of you have practically been attached at the hip, falling back into the familiar roles of your years together as students at Night Raven College. Malleus would call it an imitation of Sebek's excessive devotion to him back in those years if it weren't more personal; the two of you are often whispering secrets or nonsense, laughing, bantering, and smiling with each other despite your roles as guard and master. It's nothing like how Malleus is guarded and he sometimes finds himself feeling the ugly curl of envy at the thought.

Malleus can't fault Sebek for keeping his distance. He knows that his role as the future king forms a boundary between them that cannot and should not be crossed, but that doesn't mean that Malleus is any less upset about it.

Sebek isn't with you now though, and neither is he with Malleus, nor Silver. Malleus remembers a time like yesterday (at least to him) when Sebek would sob upon being torn from Malleus's side, but he recalls that on the day of the guard's departure, he had been insistent. Dedicated, as always, to anything and everything that would keep his lord and friend safe. You'd hugged him goodbye and waved him off cheerily, grin wide as you shouted at him to "Don't forget the souvenirs!"

"I'm doing reconnaissance, not going on a vacation," Sebek had groaned when you'd told him the same thing prior, shooting Silver a glare when the other man had muttered under his breath, "Seven knows you need one." He had redirected it, tired and pleading at Malleus when the prince had laughed.

(Malleus tries to remember what it was like; laughing. When he had lamented this aloud, you had called him a Drama Queen, but that doesn't mean you're any less worn with worry even if you don't share his admittedly exaggerated sentiment.)

"We should just go look for 'im!" Grim grouches, disguising his own worry behind drained patience at everyone's trepidation. He's practically your other half, (and more in tune with your feelings than Malleus is, he'd begrudgingly admit.) so he's as tied to Sebek as you are.

""We"?" Malleus questions sharply at your nod of agreement.

"The longer we go without a word from him the less I think I can wait, Tsuno," you plead. Malleus looks down at you understandingly, but his eyes are sad as he places a careful hand on the egg nestled in your arms. Guilt crosses your face, but the determination remains in your eyes.

"Stay with the egg," you tell him with finality, but if anyone can fight you on this it's Malleus.

"I care for Sebek, truly." Malleus cuts you off when you open your mouth to argue that I didn't say you don't— "But I will not risk the chance of our child growing without either of us by their side."

It's something that he has a firm stance on and you know that you can't ever argue with it, even if you're not willing to give up the vision in your mind of both Silver and Sebek also being by their side when they hatch. You curl up around the egg further, resigned, even as you murmur, "What do we do, then?"

"We wait," Malleus says, apologetic as he gathers his child, the love of his life, and their cherished animal companion in his arms. He curls his tail around them protectively despite his family being in the safety of his arms and his nest. He can feel Grim vibrating with unrelenting purrs against his chest, the furry little beast squishing his face against the egg as he kneads little biscuits over its curved surface. You settle with your head against Malleus's chest, dissatisfied but resigned.

----

Malleus watches you shriek when you lay your eyes on Ace and Deuce right before you bowl them over to the floor in excitement and he knows he made the right call inviting them to the castle.

Few humans ever set foot on the castle floors, not many fae keen on just the idea of it, but Malleus is the future king and he can do whatever the Hell he wants and that includes letting your friends come over for a few days to cheer you up, traditions be damned.

With Ace and Deuce around, the castle is alive in a way it hasn't been in weeks. It's not just a product of their making but yours as well, the three of you along with Grim at your heels always up to something in the castle when you're all together. Malleus is more than happy to watch over the egg as you catch up with your friends, but that doesn't mean he's free from your attention any less.

"How much longer is it gonna take for it to hatch?" Ace says in both amazement and curiosity while Deuce tries to wrap his head around the concept of a magically conceived and hatched egg (It's not really that complicated. Malleus can't understand what might be so confusing about it.). They're both standing around the egg at a distance but still closer than anyone else you and Malleus have allowed in the unborn heir's presence.

(That is, if he doesn't count Silver and Sebek.)

"Like, half a year, or something like that." You tilt your head up at him for confirmation. "Right?"

"Indeed," Malleus crows proudly, hand smoothing over the egg's shell. Grim hops up onto Malleus's lap and rubs up against the egg, butting up into Malleus's palm when he raises it to pet him. You smile with excitement, lips pulled between your teeth as you hop in your seat across from them.

"I can't wait," you chirp, linking your arms with your friends' and bouncing them along with you. "You guys have to be there when it happens, so make sure you've got nothing going on."

"Oh, you bet," Ace laughs, eyes shining with mirroring eagerness.

"Are you kidding? Like we'd miss your kid being born! Uh.... hatched?" Deuce muses.

Malleus hums, pleased at their assent, hands cradling the egg's sides lovingly. Along with Ace and Deuce, you were also planning to invite your other old friends from NRC to witness the hatching, which Malleus had agreed to without missing a beat.

Though he hadn't even been a minute old, Malleus remembers his own hatching. He doesn't think he can ever forget it; the overbearing loneliness as he broke the shell and gazed into tearful red eyes. Despite the waves of love that had urged him to come out, the room had been so empty except for the fae that had coaxed him out of his eggshell.

Malleus doesn't wish for such an experience to ever be known to his children.

He knows the image you see in your head of your child's hatchday, can see you proudly presenting his heir to the eager eyes of your friends. He can see them all now, gathered around you with the privilege to lay eyes on the future ruler of Briar Valley before anyone else; Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Ortho... and Sebek.

Malleus's fingers curl, claws lightly scraping against the shell of his child's egg.

Sebek will be there. He knows that you haven't given that up in your mind, and neither will he.

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Malleus still remembers the day, a year or so ago, when the two of you had finally announced that an egg had been successfully conceived.

His grandmother was the first to come see it, of course. She had manifested, eyes wild and frantic, in a burst of green flames. She at least had had the decency to appear outside of his and your chambers instead of coming right in, but the moment Malleus opened the door to greet her she was brushing right past him.

It was the first time you and Malleus (and possibly anyone really) had seen Briar Queen Maleficia so emotional. You had awkwardly patted her back in an attempt to soothe her surging emotions, but it had instead gotten you pulled into a stifling hug that had you breathless. Malleus had watched with both amusement and tears in his eyes as his grandmother murmured "thank you"s to you over and over on repeat while you reached for him with your arms, silently begging for assistance.

After that, it was time to introduce the egg to the rest of his family.

Though it wasn't her egg, Maleficia had to be convinced to allow other people close to it, relenting with a pout. She remained in the room though, so when you had returned with Silver and Sebek in tow, her presence was the first thing that they registered. Sebek had gotten so caught up with stuttering formalities that he didn't even notice the egg for a full five minutes.

Everybody else in the room were already prepared for when he finally did, hands held over ears round and pointed alike as he screeched in surprise.

"An egg! You have an egg?!" he'd screamed in disbelief. You'd laughed as he grabbed you by the shoulders and shook you. "I'm not dreaming, am I?! Please tell me I'm not—!"

"You're not—!!!" you'd shouted, and the two of you had both shrieked with glee as Sebek picked you up and spun you around the air. He had chanted his congratulations while you vigorously repeated "Thank you!"s.

He had put you down awkwardly when he remembered again that Maleficia was in the room, clearing his throat and recollecting his composure while you continued to giggle. His joy was so infectious though that it even had Maleficia cracking a smile despite being in the face of some of her subjects.

"Do I not get a hug also?" Malleus had tried to be lighthearted but he couldn't help the pout on his face. Though he was reluctant and still alert to presence of the queen, Sebek had relented and given him the privilege. It wasn't anything like the hug he had given you, but it was meaningful and personal nonetheless. Silver had joined at Malleus's beckoning and the prince had held them both close, so many words of relief and gratitude going unspoken but communicated between the three of them nonetheless through one shared gesture.

Malleus had looked up at the quiet shuttering of a ghost camera and saw you show a polaroid to his grandmother with a proud grin.

"Could you perhaps make a duplicate of that for me?" she had mused.

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Malleus is unsure if Ortho's surprise visit to the castle could be considered a pleasant one. Perhaps, if it were under different circumstances. Perhaps, if he had returned with Sebek and he wasn't practically painted with injuries.

Malleus was in the middle of his duties when he had found out. He had been discussing with the council the search itself for Sebek and his party when a member of the castle staff burst through the door and unceremoniously interrupted the meeting. They were quickly forgiven when they'd frantically informed him that Sir Zigvolt had finally returned.

Malleus had torn through the halls in a billow of black robes, legs carrying him thoughtlessly to his destination, eyes like green spotlights in the dimly-lit halls. The servants parted and made way for him wordlessly.

When he finally arrives, both you and Grim are already there, sitting by Sebek's bedside and on his lap respectively while Ortho hovers at his other side. Malleus is momentarily relieved that you'd been informed first, but then he sees the state Sebek is in and he's next to you in an instant.

Sebek's slit pupils dart to him for the briefest second before looking away with a grimace. He seems to sink further into the pillows cushioning his back at his sitting position, shame evident in his eyes and the way his lips are twisted in a way that morphs the cuts and bruises on his face.

"My liege—" he rasps, and the fire in Malleus's chest roars and pulls.

"Silence," he commands, a little too sharply and it aches how Sebek shrinks further into himself. Malleus sucks in a breath and forces himself to calm down. He sits down on the bed, holds out his hand, and speaks, softer this time, "Be still."

Sebek opens his mouth to retort but you shoot him a reprimanding look that has him going quiet again. Malleus notices how Sebek doesn't retreat from you and he feels that familiar pang of jealousy again.

Now is not the time for such trivial matters, boy. Your family is hurt. a voice chides him in his head. He holds his hand over Sebek's face, and though the halfling twitches slightly in discomfort, he closes his eyes to the warmth of Malleus's magic as his injuries begin to heal.

As Sebek relaxes, the tension easing further out of him as his pain fades away, Ortho begins to explain what had happened, how he had found Sebek, and why.

As it turns out, the treacherous group that Sebek's party was sent to observe was also being investigated by S.T.Y.X.. Sebek and his group had gotten ambsuhed and captured— At this, your hand tightens further around Sebek's much larger one. It draws Malleus's attention, and a low growl escapes him at the redness of iron burns peeking ever-so-slightly from beneath Sebek's sleeve.— and when Ortho had discovered this, he had gone in and rescued them as fast as he could. Sebek's injuries had been worse, apparently, and there was only so much Ortho could do with his built-in medical procedures in such a short amount of time.

The young humanoid seems to sag defeatedly at this, but you're quick to reassure him that "No, you did great. I mean it, Orr. Thank you."

Even Sebek had opened his eyes to shoot Ortho a reprimanding yet grateful look.

"I can confirm. I might not be here currently if it were not for your action, Ortho."

Ortho's eyes go wide at this and he scrubs at them with the heel of his palm as dribbles of liquid stain his cheeks.

"Y-You're going to activate my crying simulation again, Sebek!" he chokes out. He suddenly looks up, teary eyes meeting Malleus's, and Sebek looks like he wants to stop him from speaking but he's too late as Ortho blurts out, "I hope you are not disappointed in him, Malleus Draconia, though I don't think that you are! Regardless, you should know that Sebek was really cool, even though he was the one being rescued! He was suffering from severe iron burns and yet he stood up to the enemy captain anyway and bit his arm off when he tried to grab me! It was like he was the hero!"

An embarrassed blush spreads over Sebek's cheeks at Ortho's retelling, his flustered gaze suddenly finding interest in Grim's silky fur beneath his fingers. Despite his demeanor, his voice is as sure as ever as he says, "Well, of course I couldn't just stand there and let you be hurt after all the trouble you went through because of my blunder!"

At this statement, Malleus turns to him questioningly. "Sebek—"

"It was due to my shortcomings that we were captured, Lord Malleus," Sebek admits, shamefully and yet boldly as he looks up to finally meet his master's eyes. "It was my fault. The solution was so simple. If only I had...." Sebek's brow furrows in frustration, his fists clenching, the one holding your hand wrapping around your fingers fiercely. "If only I was—"

"Sebek," Malleus says, gently yet firmly, a mere mimicry of your reassuring tone, but it works to cut Sebek off before he begins his tangent. "That does not matter."

His hands draw downwards, brushing against yours before carefully wrapping around Sebek's wrists. Sebek inhales sharply at the sting of contact but eases again at the warmth of healing magic.

"What matters now is that everyone is safe. Is that you are safe. That you have returned to us."

He knows it's selfish. As prince, he knows it's unfair and unwise to be so forgiving of one of his guards' failures— A single wrong move could mean the downfall of the entire kingdom, after all— but Malleus finds that he doesn't care. He finds that, with Sebek back in the safety of the castle, with his family— All of his family— back in the safety of his arms, he doesn't care.

After weeks of worry and weariness and heavy thoughts of paranoia and doubt, Malleus for the first time feels a weight lift off his shoulders and it's like he can breathe again. He remembers again the feeling of relief.

Your hand that's not holding Sebek's reach for one of Malleus's. He accepts it gratefully, looking down to return your equally relieved smile, but when he meets your eyes, the expression on your face is not what he expects.

Instead of warmth, instead of anxiety flooding out of you and tears gathering in your eyes, your expression is cold and detached; eyes distant, lips pulled firmly into a thin line, and brows fighting to not draw down in what he knows would be the most fearsome glare he's ever seen in his years of living.

There aren't many things that can scare a dragon, but right now, as he watches you, the barely-restrained fury on your face  and the chilling desire for damnation in your eyes, Malleus feels the fire in his chest snuff out, retreating to make way for the real beast.

[bihanarms]

Chapter 11 : Now your Mess is mine.

Here it is ;) sorry for the delay and enjoy the last chapter !

With heavy and numbed eyelids, Krauser felt his mind slowly emerge from the darkness. A hazy veil gradually dissipated as he became aware of his presence in an unfamiliar room. His body lay on a bed, with fresh and soft sheets caressing his skin. Bandages wrapped around his chest, tight but comforting. He felt a slight tension with every movement, a sign that his body had suffered serious injuries. A throbbing headache pounded in his temples as if someone were relentlessly hammering inside his head.

Krauser blinked, trying to recall what had happened. The memories were blurry, like scattered fragments of an incomplete puzzle. Images of a fierce battle, explosions, muffled screams, and menacing shadows overlapped in his mind. But nothing was clear, nothing made sense. How did he end up here? Where exactly was "here"?

He cautiously attempted to get up, being careful not to make any noise. His movements were slow and labored, but he was determined to find out where he was and what had happened. Silently, he left the room and entered the living room, his gaze scanning the area for clues.

.

Suddenly, his eyes fell upon a young woman of familiar appearance sitting in front of a computer, wearing headphones. Krauser observed the scene for a moment, assessing the situation. He decided to act swiftly, his hand instinctively reaching for a knife placed on a nearby table. Without hesitation, he approached her from behind, placing the knife against her throat.

"Don't make a move," He murmured in a low but menacing voice. "Tell me where I am and what happened."

With a swift yet cautious motion, the woman abruptly paused the melody resonating in her ears, raising her gaze to find the man she had just saved staring at her with a threatening gaze. "Is this how one expresses gratitude towards the one who just saved their life?"

The man, recognizing the young woman despite his recent wounds, displayed a gaze now more perplexed than murderous. A sudden pain shot through his mind as the blade still grazed (Name)'s skin, causing him a sharp headache and making him abruptly release the knife, which crashed to the floor.

Freed from his grip, she quickly stood up, concerned, attentively observing the condition of the former soldier. With genuine worry in her voice, she urged him to lie back down, noting the remnants of his injuries. "You should lie back down; you've barely recovered from your woun-

Suddenly, Krauser regained his senses and firmly grabbed (Name)'s arm, restraining her once again in a hold she couldn't escape on her own. "Where am I." he demanded.

He hadn't changed a damn bit... The muscular arm of the former wounded soldier tightening around her neck as she struggled to utter the following words. "We're in the cabin I had reserved in Spain for my initial investigation, far from Valdelobos, far from the island..." As she spoke, He slowly loosened his grip to allow her to continue more clearly. "You transformed into... I don't even have words to describe it, but well..." She took a deep breath tinged with sadness before continuing. "I found you, dragged you to a laboratory, and we escaped from there using an old motorboat... just before the island exploded in a way I can't explain."

Krauser released (Name) completely, appearing suddenly confused. His gaze drifted into the distance as he tried to piece together the fragments of his memory, with memories of past events gradually returning to him. Images flickered in his mind like fleeting flashes of a reality he struggled to reconstruct.

He ran a hand over his forehead, looking troubled, then fixed (Name) with a mixture of disbelief and recognition in his eyes. Emotions swirled within him, a complex mix of confusion, gratitude, and incomprehension. He attempted to form the words, but his voice seemed trapped in a vice of fragmented memories.

"An island... exploding..." he articulated with difficulty, trying to reconstruct the missing pieces of his personal puzzle. Memories seemed to float in the dark corners of his mind, distant echoes of a reality he now had to confront.

"You completely lost control of yourself, honestly.." the young woman said, her expression compassionate.

"Yeah... I remember some things, as the infection took over, everything became blurry in my mind, but, I remember the most important... unfortunately," he sighed.

"I'm sorry." she finished.

.

Krauser, perplexed, scrutinized (Name) with a mixed expression of incomprehension and curiosity. His mind was haunted by a persistent question: why on earth had this young woman saved him when she could have escaped without him, without caring about his fate?

"(Name)," he uttered with a confused voice, "I don't fully understand why you saved me-

"You did it twice. We're still not even," she cut him off, a smile appearing on her face.

As he observed her, he noticed a complex blend of emotions on her face: compassion, compassion for him, even after everything he had done. There was a spark of empathy, a glimmer of hope in her gaze.

She had seen beyond his monster facade, beyond the violence and anger that had consumed his being.

As he remembered what had happened, a surge of energy entered his voice as he seemed to recall something in particular. "What about that bitch in red dress? And Wesker? Those sons of bitches..."

"I have no idea, honestly. The island was reduced to ashes, but I can't confirm anyone's death," she said, her tone compassionate.

"But them... I have to find them and kill them."

(Name) knew that deadly glint in Krauser's eyes all too well. She had faced it too many times... fortunately, that gaze was now directed elsewhere. But when it came to those two, he wanted them dead. And she could only understand that.

.

The urge to leave immediately, to chase after them, burned within him like an unleashed inferno. But even before he could step across the threshold of the cabin, she stepped in, firmly holding him back by the arm.

"Jack. you're not in any condition," she declared with a determined voice, her eyes fixed upon him with a glimmer of concern mixed with determination. "You won't accomplish anything in this state. You need to rest, heal yourself before embarking on this quest."

"That's none of your concern," Krauser growled in annoyance, his impulsive nature clashing with her logic and caution. He tried to break free from her grip, but she tightened her hold, not yielding an inch.

"You're right, it's none of my concern. Once you're completely healed, you can do whatever you want and walk through that door to never hear from me again." She held his gaze, unwavering. "But for now, it's a no."

Always so stubborn, he thought deep within himself.

"Why?"

"What do you mean?" she said.

"Tell me, really, why are you doing this?"

"I told you. You saved me twice, and we're still not even. It's simply a matter of feeling indebted, of making myself feel better."

What a terrible liar.

Well, partially. It was true that she felt indebted, but deep down, she knew it was much more than that. The time she had nursed him back to health, that kiss... Not only did she understand his anger, but it had also become a part of her. She felt it deep within herself—their stories were now intertwined, bound by an inexplicable force. She felt it vividly, even now as he locked eyes with her. She couldn't describe it in words, but it was undeniably powerful.

"Very well." he finally breathed out, letting out a resigned sigh. "But it better be quick."

(Name) gave a grateful smile. "Yes, sir. But for now, let me take care of you. I need to change your bandages." She finished by gesturing for him to follow.

Let me take care of you. It was the first time he had ever heard those words, he who was accustomed to fending for himself.

What a strange feeling.

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As the days passed, a particular dynamic took hold between (Name) and Krauser. While she took care of him, tending to his physical wounds as well as his inner ones, a mutual trust grew.

Initially, he was reluctant, feeling uncomfortable receiving so much attention and care. His rebellious spirit was used to relying on himself, counting only on his own strength. But gradually, as the days went by, he began to let go, to let down his defenses.

He realized that (Name)'s presence was not a weakness, but a strength. She was there for him, supporting him wholeheartedly, and it gave him a strange sense of security. He started to acknowledge that perhaps he couldn't face everything alone, that he wouldn't say no to someone by his side if it was her.

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One day, as the cabin was enveloped in a peaceful calm, (Name) attended to changing Jack's bandages. Their routine of care had created a unique intimacy between them, but this time, there was a palpable tension in the air.

As (Name) gently adjusted the bandage, her delicate touch grazing his skin, they exchanged an intense gaze, their eyes seeking each other. A subtle electricity ran through the space between them, creating an atmosphere charged with unspoken emotions, an atmosphere they had felt before.

Their emotions and desires clashed in a silent dance. Then, she broke the silence with a soft but uncertain voice.

"How did we end up in this situation..." she tried to laugh to ease the atmosphere, " given how it all started...

The young woman felt her heart race, the beats resonating in her temples, while Krauser seemed serene, not letting her gaze escape. How can he be so calm?

.

"You kissed me right?"

.

In an instant, silence fell once again, as she felt her heart might explode, heat rising alarmingly within her body. Does he really remember that? How awkward..

"N-no, well, y-yes, I didn't really have a choice and given the c-circumsta-"

Without warning, he leaned slightly towards her, delicately gripping her neck with his strong hand, allowing his palm to glide over her soft skin. His gesture carried an unexpected tenderness as he gently pressed his lips against hers.

(Name) was taken aback by Krauser's audacity. Her heart leaped in her chest, while her cheeks flushed under the sudden kiss. She was overwhelmed by a wave of conflicting emotions, uncertain of how she should react. "I-"

"Shh."

He kissed her again.

And it felt so much better than the first one

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The end. I sincerely hope you enjoyed this fiction; I loved writing it... Apologies for any possible mistakes. As for the ending, I wanted to give this man the happy ending he deserved, so it might be a bit too cute, but I like it. As for what comes next, feel free to imagine it yourself! And don't hesitate to share your opinion with me.

[trashland-llamas]

Neko Traits

Vaguely connected to this fic where Aizawa is a neko. This one being about neko traits he displays in his human form

extremely slow blinks at people. sometimes, one eye will shut before the other and it becomes an accidental wink

when he can't be bothered to make himself lunch, he'll just pull out a can of wet cat food instead. still thinks of human food as a delicacy

will nuzzle his head against mic's shoulder when sleepy, which is all the time. purrs like a motorboat against mic's chest when they're cuddling together

hisses in annoyance while grading papers. sometimes, he'll lose hold of his human form and students will see his cat ears flickering or an agitated tail standing straight up

still wears his set of collars as a choker, buying an extender so it's not too tight

does that big stretch that cats do whenever he gets up from sitting in a chair for too long. looks like he's almost hyper-extending his back. sharp canines flashing when he yawns

has hacked up quite the number of hairballs over the years, is the one trait that disgusts himself a little

akin to a scratch board, Aizawa uses a nail filer to dull his claws. not wanting to snag his clothes or accidentally scratch anyone

has to resist the urge to knock mugs off the counter, knowing full well he’d be the one cleaning it up. Mic finds this hilarious, and will purposely tempt him

[rosewood-multifandom-writer]

My urge to motorboat a fictional woman’s chest has become the strongest when I saw MGS3 Remake Eva.

And Naked Snake looks super handsome, so when Remake Naked Snake and Remake Eva get intimate in the expected scenes, there will be a lot of bi panic.

Hot take, Metal Gear Solid 3 Remake is the one and only time I ever found Snake attractive. I get the hype, I get why people thirst for him, but I never had that type of feeling towards Snake, and even then, it’s a bit mild than anything else.

Considering how video games are expensive nowadays and gaming companies being greedy, I’m just gonna watch a playthrough and see if it’s worth it, lol.

[strings0fcontrol]

Hannigram – Post-Fall (2)

…nothing.

Less than the void itself.

He found himself ensnared within an eerie negative static, a presence both self-aware and indescribable, as if he existed within and beyond, nowhere and everywhere simultaneously.

This couldn't be heaven. He couldn't possibly have ended up there, could he? The macabre thought nearly provoked a rueful chortle.

Will was acutely aware of the searing pain, the sticky feel of blood, and the wounds that marred his cheek and chest where the knife had found its mark. Yet, he couldn't see his own hands, couldn't feel the contours of his body. As he attempted to reach out to trace the outlines of his chest, to validate his existence, it was as though his hands passed through frigid, empty air.

Panic, its malevolent tendrils slowly creeping and unfurling, seized him. It was a sensation so overwhelming that it devoured his sanity in a mere bite.

His eyelids grew heavy, succumbing to the weight of weariness, and they gently closed, submerging him beneath an undulating tide of further nothingness. Meanwhile, his body convulsed and twitched, battling against a force he couldn't even perceive.

Into the darkness.

A place where warmth and safety enveloped him.

His eyes gradually fluttered open.

Dark blue.

Ceiling?

His eyes first squinted, then snapped open wide.

HOSPITAL.

He surged upright, immediately greeted by the searing agony of wounded flesh tearing at him, and the startled gaze of several pairs of eyes converging upon him.

Jack!

It was the first one he recognized, and yet that very moment felt astonishingly surreal.

"You did it. He's gone," Crawford's words carried a solemn weight, akin to a sudden splash of ice-cold water after a hangover. They jolted Will back into a state of shock, his breath becoming labored as his body recoiled, snapping onto the mattress as it resisted the acceptance of this new reality. But why?

Why, when it was everything he had desired? Why couldn't he embrace it?

Molly and Walter were safe now! Hannibal could never again harm them. He could have his life back, be reunited with his family, and escape the clutches of darkness.

Then why did he despise it so vehemently?

Why did it all feel so profoundly wrong? Why did it ignite an urge to tear it all asunder with his teeth, and why did it kindle a desire to unleash a scream toward the heavens?

And why did it seem as though a thousand blades were draining him of every drop of life?

He could only watch in helpless despair as the world crumbled and folded in on itself, akin to the ancient city of Babylon devoured by the maw of earth and fire.

His entire being rejected it. Tears welled up, his throat constricted, and the overwhelming sensation threatened to choke him back into the darkness.

And as the darkness descended, it enveloped him with a warmth that felt as welcoming as Hannibal's embrace. Whenever his lights were extinguished, he returned to this realm of nothingness, but it was a place he had come to appreciate—a sanctuary that cradled him, offering that gentle respite.

Once more, that static sound buzzed in his ears, accompanied by the distant murmur of the ocean … and the hum of a motorboat. Yet, just as he was on the brink of reaching out for it, it vanished, and he found himself in a different place entirely.

Hannibal stirred from his slumber, his body as heavy and unyielding as a waterlogged clog. He lay sprawled upon his couch, or at least, he surmised as much. A drab gray blanket covered him, its muted presence registering in his drowsy consciousness. His eyes traced the room, eventually settling on Will, who lay at rest on the floor. Though Graham's eyes remained sealed shut, he had been tidied up, and Lecter could discern the meticulous stitches adorning his cheek.

Why was he on the floor? If Lecter had brought them in, he would have surely placed Graham on the couch.

With a gaze as dark as obsidian, Hannibal shifted his attention to the brown blanket that cocooned Will, his keen scrutiny searching for any subtle rise or fall of the chest—a silent assurance that Will still clung to life.

He cautiously inched a leg forward, testing whether his body possessed the strength to support him. Gently, he lowered himself beside Will, his arms reaching out to draw the limp form tightly against his own, as if to cradle him in the safety of his embrace.

Hannibal's body remained unable to vocalize words; he was still too weak. Yet, the only sanctuary he sought was here, by Will's side, where his palm lay atop a beating heart, providing a steadfast anchor to their fragile existence.

It almost appeared too perfect to be real.

[cinhomi]

some joobs for my pookie :]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C8ZcBEQJBkN/?igsh=MXFqdjZxNGszOTluYw== (joobs video)

y'all can't even comprehend how I NEED his fucking TITS in my MOUTH

I want to kiss them, I want to suck his nipples, play with them with my fingers, twist, flick, rotate, I want lick his underboobs, I want to bite the sides of his boobs, I need to plant my head between his tits and motorboat that shit until I can't breathe anymore. it is a physical need to squeeze them until they overflow between my fingers. gosh I want to look at him shirtless all day all night. I have the urge to observe them in different positions and take notice of how gravity makes them move. I'd make him jump for me. I love this man's tits. I'll make a religion out of them. out of him.

[softquietsteadylove]

For the mermaid AU:

After the capture situation Kro is angrily searching for Thena. Gil is taking care of Thena and one day Kro arrives at Gil’s doorstep.

Let’s do a little more angst and sweet moments :D

"Gil."

Oh fuck.

Gil nodded to the fellow fisherman. They were never exactly on super friendly terms anyway, so it wasn't exactly as if he would have been expecting them to start chatting lightly. "Kro--what are you doing here?"

"Well," the taller man began, stepping into Gil's home without so much as an invitation. He pulled his hands out of his rain coat pockets. "I was in the area."

Bullshit. It took a solid twenty minutes by motorboat - or ten minutes by ship - to get to the port from Gil's little island.

"I'm sure you heard that I had a..." Kro paused, looking around the kitchen, "rather large catch get away from me."

"Yeah, I heard," Gil managed to sound casual as he said it, closing the door behind Kro, resisting every urge of his to throw him out. "What was it, a swordfish?--shark?"

"Hm," Kro scoffed quietly, finally turning to Gil. "Bigger, actually--something quite...unique. It was a real treasure."

Gil nodded, as if to offer his sympathies to the monster in front of him. "Well, it happens to the best of us, y'know? Don't let it get to you."

"Well, the thing is, Gil," Kro walked back over to him with a menacing look on his face. "It didn't just get away. Someone snuck onboard and cut my net."

"Really?" Gil asked immediately, refusing to give Kro even a hint that he knew what he was talking about. "That doesn't sound like any of the guys here."

"No, I didn't think so either," Kro faked a sigh. The guy had a sense of drama, huh? "But then someone told me that your little dinghy was missing after my catch was taken."

Gil shrugged, putting his hands on his hips. "I had some dinner at the pub and headed home, man. I don't know what to tell you."

Kro looked out Gil's kitchen window to the end of his dock. "What's the box for?"

Gil held his breath. He had built it there so Thena could come and go as she pleased. It had clothes, and food, little trinkets he found that he thought she would like. Granted, he had built it for her long ebfore all this had happened. "Well, I'm always forgetting something before I head out, y'know? So I built that for some spare tarps and extra socks and shit."

"Smart," Kro outright laughed. He looked at Gil again. "I know she's here, Gil. Or if not here, then you have her close by."

"Who?" Gil scowled.

"Don't pull that shit with me, Gilgamesh," Kro snarled, happy to storm over to him. Gil was a mountain of a man but Kro had a freakishly tall frame and he wasn't exactly lacking strength himself either. "You stole that little nymph from me."

"You caught a nymph?" Gil continued to rile up the increasingly dangerous visitor. He managed to feign his disbelief only because Thena was upstairs having a refreshing little nap in the bathtub. "You feeling okay?"

"I will find her, mark my words," Kro growled right in Gil's face. "I will find my fortune and when I do, I will have you arrested for theft. Maybe I'll even rip out one of those little fangs of hers and send one to you on a necklace."

"Get out."

Kro leaned back, satisfied to have gotten any reaction out of Gil at all.

Gil was shocked he had held himself back from snapping the guy's neck. Kro would be deserving of it, just for making him imagine Thena getting her teeth pulled.

"I'll be back, Gilgamesh," Kro promised ominously, pulling the front door behind him on his way out.

Gil waited until Kro was all the way back to his main dock and heard the motor start up. He sat himself down - collapsed - into the seat at the table. He had known this would happen--had been expecting it since the night Kro caught Thena. And still he was shaken.

"Gil?"

He scrubbed his hands over his face before looking up. Thena leaned her head against the doorway, her hair completely dry despite her aquatic lounging. She was wearing a soft, pale blue denim shirt of his, the sleeves rolled up messily and unevenly to her elbows.

Thena came over to him, resting a hand on his knee and looking to him carefully. "You look frightened."

He nodded. He felt frightened. He took her hand in his, holding it to him. "He doesn't know you're here, but he knows it was me. And he's not going to rest until he finds you."

"So he won't find me."

"Thena-"

"Gil," she soothed, her voice as smooth and iridescent as a seashell. She knelt down next to him, letting him keep her hand in his for comfort. "The safest I can be is with you. Even if he combed the ocean for me...I would still come back to see you."

Gil sighed, taking in the beautiful Angelfish before him. He knew she was telling the truth, and he probably wouldn't have been able to resist her either. He liked to believe he would, but if he was being totally honest, he would probably be out there looking for her too.

"We're safe here," Thena nearly whispered.

Gil let out a shuddering breath. He pressed a kiss to her hands. "No more swims for a little while, okay, Angelfish? Not even around the dock."

Thena nodded, fully understanding the restriction and the need for it. "What about you?"

He shook his head. "It'll only be even more suspicious if I take time off work now."

He had only taken the day immediately after the rescue off for himself. And even that was potentially suspicious. He just couldn't bring himself to leave Thena alone.

"I'll be fine here," she smiled at him, as if her life weren't hanging in the balance of something out of their control. "You go and work. I'll read the books Sersi brought."

Gil nodded, trying to take in a single steady breath for her sake. He ran his thumb over the back of her hand, "want anything when I go out tomorrow?"

Thena pulled his hand to her cheek and leaned into his touch. "Just...come home soon."

[kwanisms]

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summary: Moon Byeoli lives in Busan with her best friend Jamie Park and works at the aquarium. Their next door neighbor is Park Sungjin. Growing up, Byeoli has never really believed in the supernatural always finding a logical explanation for things that go bump in the night. Her life is about to be thrown out of control when new neighbors move in across the hall. What will happen when Byeoli befriends them and learns they aren’t exactly… human.

ch 33 - when the moon hits your eye

wc: 3.2k

pairing: sungjin x oc x hyunjin

warnings: foul language, Sungjin and Jamie essentially lying and being sneaky lol

updates every weekday @ 7PM CST

a/n: times and dates DO NOT matter!!

@yoonguurt @x-woozi @lachinitaaaaa

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Meeting up with Hyunjin usually felt like any other day. Byeoli always felt warm, safe, and content in his presence.

Tonight, however, something was off even though Byeoli couldn't tell what it was, she knew it had a very heavy effect on Hyunjin.

He wasn't his usual self, chatting away about his day or talking about anything and everything. He was quiet, almost as if he was thinking. She could see the way his brows furrowed with worry and the way he nibbled on his bottom lip, picking at the skin with his teeth. Byeoli had taken his hand, hoping to soothe him but that only seemed to make him more anxious.

When he had asked her to meet up with him, she'd expected they might just go for a walk and talk, like they usually did. Or perhaps they'd go see the light displays or just sit on the beach until whatever word vomit that was brewing in Hyunjin’s stomach finally made its way out. 

The last thing she expected was to be taken out on a small motorboat in the middle of the ocean but that was where she currently was.

He'd been very deliberate in telling her he wanted to talk to her in person and what he wanted to talk about was anyone's guess. Knowing him, it could have been the simplest thing and he was blowing it out of proportion. The addition of the boat was odd.

And it made her nervous.

Byeoli glanced back nervously as the lights from the beach shrank in the distance as the boat zipped across the dark water before turning around, her attention on Hyunjin as he steered the propeller.

“Uh…” she said, voice cracking. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Are we going much further?” she asked, managing to catch Hyunjin’s attention. The smile he gave her was warm and reassuring. She would have felt at ease were they not still in a small motorboat out on the ocean.

“We’re almost there,” he replied, returning his focus to steering.

Byeoli turned to look over the vast blackness of the ocean to her right before looking up at the full moon. Had the water been more calm, she could have seen the reflection in the surface but they were moving too fast, skimming over the glassy surface.

She had no idea what Hyunjin needed to say to her and why he had chosen to take them out onto the ocean to do it. The anxiety balling in her stomach didn't help.

She trusted Hyunjin, right? Of course she did. If that was the case, then why was she feeling this way? Like something bad was about to happen. Her eyes fell on the man in question, steering the boat calmly further and further away from shore.

She noticed that the further from land they got, the calmer he seemed to become. Why was he so relaxed?

What was going on?

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"Are you sure this plan will work?" Jamie asked Sungjin for what felt like the millionth time that night. He fought the urge to roll his eyes, yet again, before turning to face her. "For the last time, yes!"

The two were sitting in Sungjin’s car outside the storage facility. The entire drive there, they had bickered back and forth, trying to come up with a plan to get into the storage facility. Sungjin had suggested they distract Jisung and slip his key off him. Jamie assured him that was a horrible idea. 

They already knew Hyunjin wasn’t human, they were about eighty-five percent sure Changbin wasn’t human, logic dictated that neither Minho nor Jisung were human either.

“We have no idea what sort of superhuman powers he might have,” Jamie hissed. “I think we should avoid him if at all possible,” she continued. Sungjin rolled his eyes for the nth time. “Will you chill out? This plan is foolproof.” Jamie shook her head. “You’re gonna get us killed,” she muttered. Sungjin scoffed, turning to face her in the passenger seat. “Do you have a better idea?” He asked, temper rising. Jamie looked around the car before looking out towards the office.

“I do, but let’s wait until they get here,” she said, looking out the windshield.

As if by some sort of summoning ritual, a car pulled into the parking lot and they both recognized it as Jisung’s. The jeep pulled to a stop, engine cutting and lights turning off. Sungjin and Jamie ducked down, peering over the dashboard as the driver’s door swung open and Jisung hopped out. He moved quickly, meeting a very sickly looking Changbin at the back of the jeep and opening the hatch. Jamie carefully lowered the window a crack.

“Come on,” they heard Jisung say as he helped unload the back. “We don’t have much time. We gotta get this over with,” he added. Jamie watched as Changbin shouldered the large duffle bag he pulled out, wincing in discomfort as he did so. Once the back was unloaded, Jisung closed the hatch. “Head to the unit, I’ll talk to the owner,” Jisung said. Changbin nodded wordlessly and started stalking away.

They watched as Jisung headed to the office and opened the door, the bell letting out a faint ding. Jamie turned to look at Sungjin, eyebrows raised. Sungjin mirrored her expression. “See?” He whispered. “I told you!” Jamie shushed him as the door opened with a ding and Jisung reemerged and headed towards the fence separating the units from the parking lot. He punched in the code and waited as the gate slowly slid open, darting through the gap once it was wide enough.

“Come on,” Sungjin said but Jamie grabbed his arm, preventing him from sitting up. “Not yet,” she whispered. Sungjin stared at her incredulously before leaning over to peer out his window at the moon as it was starting to rise above the horizon. “We have to wait for Jisung to leave,” she instructed. “What? Why?” He hissed in response. Jamie shook her head, pressing a finger to her lips.

It felt like only a few moments had passed, but the gate was already opening again. Jisung slipped through the gap, heading back to the jeep and got into the driver’s seat. The car started and the duo waited for Jisung to turn around and exit the complex. “Get down!” Jamie hissed, ducking further down and out of sight. Sungjin had only a moment to react and he too slid down in his seat, disappearing from view as the Jeep drove past them.

The crunching of gravel under tires grew faint as he drove away and soon, all was silent again. Sungjin dared to peek and let out a sigh of relief when he saw the lot was empty again. “Come on,” he said, pulling himself upright in his seat. Jamie sat up quickly, scanning the lot before she grabbed her bag and fished out her wallet and phone. “Alright,” she said softly. “Let’s go.”

Opening her door, Jamie climbed out of Sungjin’s car, shutting the door softly behind her as Sungjin emerged from the driver’s side. “So what’s your grand plan?” He asked, following her to the office. “I swear to god Jamie Park,” he said in a low tone as they reached the door. She shushed him again and whispered “follow my lead.”

Inside the office was as Sungjin remembered it. A tall counter separated the small lobby from the back area. The surface of the counter was mostly clean but one small section was dedicated to many different business owners cards, advertising their various services. The same elderly man appeared from the doorway behind the counter, eyes cautious until he caught sight of Sungjin.

“Oh, Bob!” He said pleasantly and Sungjin had to pinch Jamie to keep her from commenting. She however approached the counter with a smile. “Hey, Len,” Sungjin replied, trying to keep the conversation light. “This is my—” he started, gesturing to Jamie. “Sister,” she interjected. “I’m his sister, Jamie,” she continued, oozing confidence. If Len had been suspicious before, he certainly wasn’t now.

“Lovely to meet you, Jamie,” he said with a kind smile. “What can I do for you?” He asked, looking between the two. Sungjin’s heart hammered in his chest as he waited with baited breath to see what fantastical story Jamie would concoct. He was pleasantly surprised but the words that left her mouth.

“I’m so sorry to barge in here this late,” she said, leaning against the counter, putting on a very convincing act.

“But this idiot,” she said, gesturing towards Sungjin, even giving his arm a slap for good measure. “He misplaced his unit lock key! We’ve tried looking everywhere for it but we couldn’t find it and I need to get into his unit to get some of my things,” she continued. “I’m fully moved into my apartment, thank god! And being the sweet, but boneheaded,” at this, Jamie offered Sungjin a playful glare. She was really selling this story.

“Brother that he is, he offered to hold a few of my boxes until I had space!” Len nodded, following Jamie’s every word. “That sounds like Bob,” he said fondly, giving Sungjin a smile. “I wish I could help,” he continued, shaking his head. “But I don’t have copies of the lock keys,” he added. Jamie smiled understandingly.

“That’s okay! I was hoping you might have some bolt cutters instead?” She asked, sweetly. “We brought a new lock with us. One that I have a copy of the key to,” she continued, throwing another glance in Sungjin’s direction. At the mention of bolt cutters, Len turned his attention to Sungjin. “Are you sure?” He asked. Sungjin nodded, trying to keep things as casual as possible.

“Yeah, it’s my fault,” Sungjin responded. “I misplaced both keys and we’ve spent most of the day turning my apartment upside down trying to find them,” he added, rubbing the back of his neck. Len nodded and held up a finger, asking them to wait for a moment. He disappeared through the doorway, giving Sungjin and Jamie a moment alone. “You know,” Sungjin whispered, leaning closer to Jamie.

“You play the role of annoying little sister surprisingly well.” Jamie scrunched her nose. “Oh fuck you,” she hissed.

Moments later, Len reappeared with a large pair of bolt cutters. Jamie smiled, exaggerating the wave of relief just a little bit. “Oh thank god,” she said with a chuckle. “Do we need to sign them out or do you want to come with us?” She asked. Sungjin tried not to slap her upside the head. What was she thinking?!

Len offered a kind smile. “Oh no,” he shook his head. “Just take them and bring them back when you’re done,” he said, setting the bolt cutters on the counter. Jamie picked them up and shoved them at Sungjin, who took them silently. “We’ll be right back,” Jamie said with a kind smile of her own.

She turned around and led Sungjin out of the office and towards the gate where Sungjin put in his access code. “You almost got us caught!” He hissed as the gate slid open slowly. Jamie rolled her eyes and raised her hand as if to hit him. “‘You almost got us caught!’” She said, mockingly. “No I didn’t. If anything, he trusts us even more now,” she said as she stepped through the open gate. Sungjin followed, keeping pace with her.

“Now, let’s find that unit.”

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Byeoli looked around as the boat started to slow. Her eyes fell on Hyunjin, wondering what was going through his mind as he steered the boat towards a small buoy. Once close enough, he cut the engine and allowed the boat to drift towards the marker. 

Byeoli watched as he grabbed a rope and once they were closer, he reached out and grabbed the old, rusted metal of the buoy, slipping the rope around the bars and tied a simple knot, effectively securing the boat to the buoy.

Byeoli’s heart raced, breathing quickening as she looked around. She could barely make out Haeundae beach in the distance before turning to face Hyunjin.

With only the silvery glow of the full moon and the stars for light, she could see his face as he moved to sit across from her. She felt his hands take hers gently and she looked down before looking back up to meet his gaze.

“I know you’ve probably got a million questions going through your mind right now,” Hyunjin said softly, eyes scanning her face. “And I’m sure you’re more than nervous, if not a little suspicious,” he continued. Byeoli nodded slowly, heart still racing as he spoke.

“Why are we out so far?” She asked, voice much quieter than she intended. Hyunjin sighed, letting his head drop for a brief moment before looking back up. “I told you I wanted to talk,” he said, reminding her of when they met outside the building earlier after texting her to meet up with him.

Byeoli nodded, nibbling on her bottom lip nervously.

“Well, that’s partly true. I do want to talk to you about something, but I also need to show you something,” Hyunjin explained. His words just made Byeoli even more confused. “But why are we out here so far?” She asked again. Hyunjin released one of her hands, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear before caressing her cheek. “Just promise me you’ll keep an open mind?” He asked softly, his eyes seeming to sparkle in the starlight. 

Slowly, Byeoli examined Hyunjin’s face. She saw no sign of dishonesty or deception. She nodded again and waited for Hyunjin to begin explaining.

“Before anything, I want to you know that what I’m about to tell and show you is nothing but the honest truth,” he started. Taking her silence as a sign to continue, Hyunjin pulled his hands away. “I brought you out here because this is the only place where no one else can see us,” he explained, hands moving to unzip his jacket and slip it off, letting it fall to the bottom of the boat. Byeoli’s eyes widened, looking up at him quickly.

Sensing her panic, Hyunjin shook his head. “Don’t worry,” he added. “Just trust me, okay?” He asked.

Did she trust him? She had no reason not to, even if he had brought her miles out into the ocean in the middle of the night. He’d never done anything to cause her to mistrust him before.

She watched as he slowly started to unbutton his shirt, letting it also slide off and join his jacket. “I know this is probably extremely weird, maybe even concerning,” he continued, standing up and Byeoli had to force herself to look up at his face and not his crotch that was level with her eyes.

Keeping her gaze on his face, the amount of eye contact was causing her cheeks to burn as Hyunjin unbuckled his belt and started to undo his pants. ‘What the fuck is going on?’

Before pushing his pants down, Hyunjin grabbed the back of the collar of the white tee he was wearing and pulled it off over his head, adding it to the growing pile of clothes in the bottom of the boat. Byeoli’s face was most likely the darkest shade of red as she turned her head to look away while Hyunjin pulled down not only his pants but his underwear. She shielded her eyes and was about to ask what he was doing when the boat swayed and she heard a loud splash next to her.

Turning her head, she saw Hyunjin was gone. She leaned over the edge of the boat and gasped as Hyunjin reemerged, just barely poking his head out of the black water, eyes peering up at her. “Are you insane!?” She cried out, looking around frantically and spotting a towel.

“Get back in the boat! It must be freezing!” She squealed. Her reaction caused Hyunjin to laugh, his eyes turning into crescents as he smiled at her. “You’re so cute,” he responded. ‘Cute? Cute?!’ Byeoli shook her head, reaching over to grab the towel. “Hwang Hyunjin! You get back in this boat right now before—” she started.

“Before what?” Hyunjin asked playfully, starting to swim to the side. Byeoli furrowed her brow in frustration at him. Surely he must be freezing. It was the end of autumn and the chill of winter was beginning to set in, especially this late in the night. “You gonna come in after me?” Hyunjin asked, tone still playful as he continued to swim sideways.

Byeoli opened her mouth to respond but something in the water caught her eye. Something scaly and huge.

“Hyunjin! Look out!”

Hyunjin let out another laugh. Byeoli frowned at him.

“There’s something in the water!” She shouted, pointing to where she saw the flash of scales. Hyunjin gave her a sly grin and Byeoli watched as the flash of scales she’d seen before reappeared in the water next to Hyunjin. “This?” He asked, nodding towards it.

Byeoli nodded, wondering what kind of creature was in the water with him and why he wasn’t freaking out.

Hyunjin dove under the surface and that’s when Byeoli noticed it.

The shimmery scales were attached to him.

They were… part of him.

The scales disappeared only for Hyunjin to reappear on the other side of the boat. Byeoli rushed to the opposite side as he swam closer to the edge of the boat. “What is going on?” She asked as he reached up to grab the side of the boat and pull himself up out of the water, resting his arms on the side of the boat.

Byeoli’s eyes trailed down his body, passing the toned muscles to where his skin blended into scales, blues, greens, and purples shimmering in the silver light of the moon. His legs had turned into a tail.

“This is what I wanted to show you,” he said softly, eyes scanning her face. Byeoli tore her eyes from Hyunjin’s tail to look up at his face, meeting his expectant gaze. His eyes conveyed his vulnerability.

He was showing her one of the most secret parts of his identity. Showing her the truth about himself. He needed to know what was going through her mind.

Byeoli leaned forward, face inches from his. “So you’re a… merman?” She asked quietly. Hyunjin noticed a smile fighting to form on her face. “A siren,” he corrected. “Mermen are ugly,” he added. Byeoli let out a laugh, falling back on her heels as she kneeled in the boat to be on his level.

Feeling like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, he finally allowed himself to breathe properly, smiling and watching Byeoli as she doubled over in laughter. “Then you definitely aren’t a merman,” she finally said leaning forward to rest her arms on the side of the boat next to him, laying her head to the side so she could look at him. “So…” she trailed off.

“I think you have some explaining to do,” she finally said.

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[nityarawal]

4/6/2024

Morning Songs

Starter Wives Ressurection

Feel Like Heidi

Waking Up

In Snowcapped

Mountains

Switzerland

Foothills

Bohemian

Rhapsody

When Are We

Going Dancing

My Daddy Wouldn't

Want Me Drivin'

A Lemon

He's A Good Man

Elon Wants To

Deliver A Cybertruck

To Me

And My Son

We Trust He'll

Follow through

On His Word

We Know He Will

When He Can

Neuralink Must Hurt

Horribly

Invitro Depleting

Him

Shadows Lurking

On The 8th

Will Carbon Queen's

Exploit Us Again

On A Solar Eclipse

When We Sould

Be Medetating

Fasting

Praying

Will A Dragon

Help The Globe

An Angel

Of Magnanimous Plattitudes

Or Consume

With Capitalism

Never Enough

For Gremlins

What We Have Left

Rockets Shooting

Into Outer Space

Is That What Masters

Anticipated

Who Knows What's

Best

Are They Hundred

Million Dollar

Ploys

From Lab Moms'

Desperate

Clinging

You Might Think

It's Funny

To Watch Elon

Cry

On Rewind YouTube

But We Don't

Enjoy The Nooses

Of The Courts

And Nasa

Anymore Than You

An Eye For An Eye

Is Not What We

Demand

Or Any More Court

Time

Release Our Children

Men: Now

From Invitro

Institutinalism

With Atty Harems

Boys: It's Gross

We Know You Can Get

My Landlord

To Drop His Pants

We Know You Can Get

Any Plea Bargain

You Demand

But Been Watching

Elon Cry On Rewind

So Many Years

Under Nasa's Thumb

Space X

Desks

Maybe Threat Isn't

Dolly Parton

Motor Boatin'

Beyonce

Jokes

Robitin'

Memes

Been Watchin' Elon

Cry On Rewind

So Many Years

Maybe Motorboats'

From Vegas

Madams'

Didn't Satisfy

His MILF Urges

For Eternal Love

Been Watching

Elon

Cry Rocket Tears

So Many Years

When Will You Hear

Oppenheimer

Physicists

Einstein

Love

Mothers' Serving

Better

Mother Divine

When Will You Hear

Mothers Pleas

And Stop Killing

Starter Wives

For An

"Other,"

Vegas Madam's

Dream

Or Her Transvestite

Lover's

Queen

Maybe Beyonce

Britney

Taylor

Kimmy And I

Don't Want To

Be Robots'

Voodoo

Sex Dolls

For Astronauts

Martians

Or Movies

Of Course

Thankyou

We're Flattered

Really

But Grasciously

Management

Says

No Robots

Merci

Kindly

Of Course

We Love You

Too

No Sex Toys

In Our

Likeness

Merci

Peace,

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal

[worldsfromhoney]

Imposter Syndrome Pt.1

Masterlist | Next

cw: psychological horror, implied incest

I have always known how my mother breathes. I know the soft puffs of air that come from her mouth in place of snores. That’s for dad and I to make. His is like a motorboat and mine the revving of a monster engine. I know she sometimes struggles with the initial inhale, but past the first exhale is fine.

Seeing a machine breathe for her is not fine. Seeing that mask instead of the face I’ve known since birth is not fine.

Nothing about this is fine, and it says so in my expression because dad sees it, stands from where he’s been sitting beside the hospital bed for days, and takes me into his arms. I welcome it. I always welcome dad’s hugs even when I feel the tension in him that’s battling the urge to go back to my mother.

I’m no longer a child. The application form in my bag is proof enough, berating me for taking six years too long to complete it. My dad says so when all twenty-two years of me cling to him longer than I should and he laughs. Dry and scratchy, it sends a wave of relief at me. I haven’t heard him laugh since we moved mother to this hospital.

“Come now,” He says, dropping a kiss on my head and giving me a last squeeze. “Don’t you want to greet your mum?”

I think I give him an answer, but it gets lost as a muffled mumble in his shirt. I’m not ready to let go. There’s a beating heart and a chest that rises and falls properly with no help so near me I don’t want to let it go. It feels like a sin if I do.

I get one shaky breath in and out before dad does eventually make the first move. He gently pushes me away and leaves me for mother. Dad is right, of course. I should greet her, but to what use? This is one of her bad days and only dad, who goes nowhere else, could catch her awake, lucid, and not in excruciating pain.

I still take the seat beside the bed. Dad’s back acting as a sentinel across from me, his hand clasping mother’s. In the short time he’s left her, the wedding band that’s gone too big for her fingers has slipped off. In practiced motions, he slips it back on and I watch as the two bands shine as the brightest gold under the fluorescent lights of a drab hospital room.

Drab to my standards, anyway. Our house is full of colour and energy and mother lying so still in her bed seems to have taken that away, too. I’ve long forgone the weekly flowers. Dad can’t stop his allergies from acting up and mother’s not awake often to complain about the lack of them.

It’s easy to choose the side I take on that matter.

I take mother’s other hand and smile. It’s so small. There are scars and callouses there that I’ve never known the story of and I trace them. Still, it looks pristine in my hold. Beautiful.

My smile widens.

“Hi mum,” I say and from there comes a stream of narrating what I’ve done throughout the day—cleaning the house, welfare checks of our pets, gruelling grunt work at the office, and so on.

The application form for changing my skin burns through my bag and I don’t mention it to mother. It’s not any of her business, but anyone else looking at the details of it would say otherwise. No matter. With how my luck has been lately, I wouldn’t need to do anything at all and mother’s breathing machine would malfunction right at this moment.

I smile at the imagined scenario. It’s the very one that prompted me to apply for her skin.

Ever since mother’s blood oxygen levels could no longer be sustained by a simple tank at home and she wept at night because of the pain, dad has never left her side.

I lie. He has never left her side in the whole time I’ve been aware that they were my parents. Even in the times he should be away and doing his philanthropist work, he always finds a way to come back home—to come back to mother. I loved it when he played hooky. It means more time with him and the house is always livelier with him.

I loved it less when I realised he played hooky only for mother.

“Oh, mum,” I say out loud and freely after I’ve convinced dad to get some coffee for us both. I’m still holding her hand. “If only you could see dad now. You’ll understand me, won’t you? I’m your son, after all. You’ll understand why I’m doing this, right?”

I don’t get an answer and I pinch her hand until that porcelain finish on her skin finally has a blemish. I watch, fascinated, as her body struggles to signal the blood flow in that area to go back to normal. What a waste to keep it this way indeed.

She doesn’t so much as flinch. Her eyelids are still shut and still. Not dreaming, then. Just… sleeping.

I stand and my seat scrapes against the floor in a screech. Mother doesn’t stir. I lean over and cup her too small and thin face. No reaction. The skin is smoother and a finer quality than her hand. She took care of it better. Beautiful.

But these past few months have taken its toll and I could feel her bones more than I can her skin. Her cheeks are close to sunken than full and I worry… For mother? Oh no, never.

“If you see how much he never wants to leave your side, you’ll understand me, won’t you, mum?” I say, tucking a stray hair behind her hair. I smile down at her. “You’ll understand why I want your skin, won’t you? You’ll do it for your dear son, mum, and you’ll be happy for it.”

As I look down at mother’s resting (not restful, no) face, I remember the times I’ve wanted to claw at it. So many times I’ve had to wrangle the urge to wreck this face into an unbearable enough state that even dad, with all his love, can’t look at it anymore.

Then what? What else is there for him but to look at me instead?

But now mother is dying, and I have an application form for a skin change in my bag. The one I have is just a copy. The real one with ink and all the official stamps and signatures is in the queue, ready to be processed the moment mother never exhales again.

I know her breathing so intimately enough to have the right to stop it, don’t I?

There’s no longer the urge to ruin mother’s face. I no longer have to dig my carefully manicured fingers (perfect for—) into my palms every time she smiles at me. Of course it’s gone.

Why would I ruin the face that’ll be mine soon? Why ruin something that’s tried and tested to be loved by dad, no matter if it’s frowning, snarling, or smiling?

“But don’t you worry, mum,” I say, already sitting back down. I take her hand again. I think it twitches. “I’ll take real good care of dad for you. That’s what a dutiful son’s for, right?”

She doesn’t answer, and dad comes back. There’s a furrow in his brow that only clears up when his gaze slides past me and onto my mother’s prone figure. His eyes are hungry as they take her in, like a man starved for years and not someone who was gone for a few minutes.

I look back at mother.

Yes.

Beautiful and mine.

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[embookreviews]

Rivers of London

by Ben Aaronovich

⭐️(1/5)

so excited to share the worst book i’ve ever tried to read!! dnfed at about 45% and i’m shocked i even made it that far

now, i’ve said before that i’m not a fantasy fan, i generally don’t love magic, but i can usually get behind some simple magical realism, magic in the underbelly of society, that sort of thing. all this to say i was already unsure going into the book.

but, my aunt recommended it to me, said it was sort of an adult harry potter (man finds out about magic, learns about the magical world living under his nose, etc etc). and i fcking love harry potter. hate jkr, love hp. part nostalgia and part…also nostalgia.

anyway, this book SUCKED. it sucked so bad. i didn’t even want to give it a chance to get better. that’s how much it sucked. i rarely fully DNF a book, i’ll usually start reading it, get bored, put it down for a year, and then try again when i’m in a book-devouring mood. but not finishing and intentionally saying ‘i will never pick this up again’? rare.

now, i think the plot as a whole had potential. a policeman meets a ghost at a crime scene and is thrown into a world of magic, including a section of the policeforce dedicated to magical happenings that he didn’t know existed? like sign me the fuck up

but unfortunately it just fell flat. i know i only read ~half so you can take it with a grain of salt. but it all felt so 2-dimensional. i was never gripped by the story, my pulse never pounded, i never felt a single emotion from the story. it felt as though we weren’t allowed to get close to any part of the plot or to any character or know really anything at all.

which brings me to the one emotion i did feel while reading: rage. feminist rage. i hate peter with the passion of a million suns. i could not stand him. he is misogynistic, he views women as objects, he really just is awful.

there’s a scene, when he is meeting the literal GODDESS of the river thames and he IMMEDIATELY notices her boobs and this is the line “I was fighting the urge to fling myself to my knees before her and put my face between her breasts and go blubby blubby blubby. when she offered me a seat, i was so hard it was painful to sit down” (ch4). like talk about unnecessary sexualization of a character. this is a GODDESS who should have been written as powerful, and mostly was, but the author decided that rather than having peter realize that power, he would want to motorboat her. because she’s a beautiful woman and he’s simply a Man.

so. yeah. one star BARELY just because i liked leslie and would like to see more of her, but far far away from peter