#there's countless examples of this it makes me want to pull my hair out

[helenofblackthorns]

Cassandra Clare writing the pre-tlh short stories and then forgetting about them & what they had established as canon when actually writing the last hours is my villain origin story. like it makes me so violent. and I get things change as the writing process goes on but imo as an author you have a responsibility to abide by what you previously wrote & published. you don't get to pretend that it just never happened.

[cainluvr69]

Surely, We Can Make Miracles Chapter 18

Previous Chapter

Akira: …!

The sound of water roared in my ears as I sank down, down, down to the bottom of the deep, dark sea. Countless bubbles filtered up past me, brushing against my skin as they continued their path up to the surface. My wizards were framed by halos of thin and fleeting light, looking like messengers from the moon as they descended through the water. The initial big splash faded into quiet burbling, and then that too faded into a quiet stillness. The nighttime sea was different from the sea during the day; for one thing, it was pitch black. The icy chill of fear and anxiety seeped into my limbs. If not for the feeling of Oz's hand in mine, I'm sure I would've started panicking on the spot. Several of the younger wizards looked scared, too. But with their comrades there to act as examples, they, too, began to calm down. I, on the other hand, had completely stopped breathing in my fear and had to force myself to take a breath.

Akira: (Ah… I can breathe just fine.) (I wonder how it works. Well, as long as it does work…)

Thanks to magic, I was still able to breathe, even this far underwater. As I took deep breaths in and out in wonder, I gradually started feeling calmer. I recalled what Murr had told us just a little earlier. I needed to have fun. I needed to let my world open up more. With those words in mind, I looked around at the night-dark ocean.

Akira: (Woah…)

It was like opening my eyes to a still, quiet paradise. The light of the moon streamed through the surface of the water, as if it were drawing a path for us to follow--and follow we did, tracing its glowing steps deeper into the ocean. There were…I'm not sure exactly what they actually were, but there were what looked like little sparkling grains of sand floating through the water, glittering like stars. There was coral that glowed with a gentle radiance, and vividly colored fish that caught that radiance on their scales.

Chloe: It's so pretty…

Rustica: We've stepped foot into a veritable wonderland.

Rutile: We really have! Any other time, I'd want to go back up and bring Mitile down to see this, too.

Cain: We should come back once everything's all settled! Ah… I can talk normally…

Arthur: What a beautiful world… It's just as Murr said.

Murr: Riiiight?

Everyone's eyes sparkled as they excitedly looked around at the underwater garden that surrounded us. Illuminated by the moonlight above, everyone's hair was floating weightlessly in the water, swaying with the currents. It was as if we'd stepped foot into the canvas of a painting.

Heathcliff: Ah, Vespa?!

Vespa was pulling on one of Heathcliff's arms, spinning him around. Until now, this darling mermaid had been carried in Heathcliff's arms, but now that she was back in the ocean, she was even more animated and quick in her motions.

Shino: Hey! Don't pull on Heath.

Heathcliff: Wah, she's so fast… Wait, hold on a second…!

Vespa: …! …!

Cain: Woah…!

Faust: That's more speed than I was expecting…

Vespa flipped her tail and vigorously swam deeper into the sea.

Heathcliff: …Where are you going? Is that where all your friends are?

Vespa: …! …!

Heathcliff: I think she's going to take us to the cage where the other mermaids have been imprisoned!

At some point, Vespa and Heathcliff, who had been at each other's side since they first met… Had learned to communicate with another no longer through drawings, but simply through the expressions on one another's face. Shino smiled as he watched them, looking like he was recalling some nice memory or another.

Heathcliff: What?

Shino: Nah, I'll tell you later.

Faust: Does everyone think they can keep up?

Chloe: I think so… Rustica, how are you doing?

Rustica: I'm just fine. What do you think, Cain?

Cain: …Yep, things are working out somehow! Alright, this way!

Faust: It's the same as flying through the sky on your broom. Ride the current and reduce drag… Wah…!

Rutile: I've figured out the trick to it! I think I'll be able to catch up to Vespa!

Murr: Let's goooo!

Rutile: Okay!

Faust: Be sure you don't get too far away from the rest of the group! Murr, keep an eye on him!

My wizards swam through the neverending world of blue like a school of fish. Arthur was so deeply moved by the undersea garden that he was smiling like a schoolboy as he looked up at Oz.

Arthur: It's so beautiful down here… There's so many adventures I want to set out on.

A smile finally broke through the stoic expression on Oz's face.

Oz: I can only imagine how much of this world you want to see and investigate for yourself.

Arthur: Oh, all of it. I'm so happy to find out there's a whole new world I don't know a thing about yet.

A school of long, thin fish drifted between Oz and Arthur. I met Arthur's gaze, and smiled. Snow, White, Shylock, Lennox, Hwylryn… Worry was still playing on my nerves, but the fact that I was here, seeing such a wonderful world in the flesh… It was something I never wanted to forget.

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Faust: Oz. Were the imprisoned mermaids around this area?

Oz: Yes.

Vespa: …! …!

Heathcliff: Vespa is telling us to hide!

Cain: Wh-- How?!

Shino: Won't you have a perfectly good place if you move just a little more forward?

Chloe: Wait! I think I have a spell that'd be perfect for this! <Suispicibo Voitengok>!

Chloe recited his spell, and it was like it rippled out, weaving through the seawater. If I paid close attention, I could see a bolt of fabric the same gentle blue as the water around us spreading through the water, shrouding us from view.

Rutile: Amazing…! No one will be able to see us from far away like this!

Chloe: I'm soooo happy it worked! This is the kind of magic I've been working on lately! I came up with this by using magic cloth I bought at the flea market in the Town of Foam! It was honestly pretty hard to get, but… Ah, sorry! I can talk about that later!

Chloe had gotten caught up in talking, but when he saw Vespa fidgeting nervously, he snapped his mouth shut in a hurry. Heathcliff shook his head, looking even more apologetic than Chloe did.

Heathcliff: I'm sorry. I want to hear more about the magic cloth later when we can take our time with it…

Shino: By the way, since she told us to hide, what's out there for us to hide from?

Heathcliff: Umm…

Heathcliff poked his head out of the magic cloth a little bit, just to peek out at what else was out there.

Heathcliff: I can see something that looks like a cage, but there are mermaids armed with spears swimming just in front of it.

Faust: They sound dangerous. Should we be thinking of them as enemies?

Vespa: …! …!

Vespa shook her head vigorously, a sad look on her face. I didn't think that was all she had to tell us, though. She was trying to make some kind of appeal to us with her big motions and gestures as she darted back and forth in the water.

Akira: We shouldn't attack them…?

Faust: That seems to be the message here.

Oz: I can feel Balthazar's magic. I imagine those mermaids are being puppeteered.

Akira: By Balthazar…

I thought about the mermaids that had deferred to Hwylryn.

Akira: I saw mermaids obeying Hwylryn, too. Is he a tyrant lording over the mermaids, too…?

It was entirely possible that Hwylryn was the reason Vespa and her friends were suffering. I looked at Oz, complicated feelings swirling in my chest. But he just gently shook his head, a delicately small gesture.

Oz: Dragons hold dominion over the natural world. Both spirits and magical creatures are naturally drawn to them. If there is a sea dragon in these waters, then it is only natural that the mermaids that live here would obey it.

Arthur: In the same way that spirits are naturally drawn to and obey you, Lord Oz?

Oz: Yes.

Vespa: …! …!

Heathcliff: …Ah! Vespa!

I turned my head towards Heathcliff's voice, and saw the tip of a spear pierced through the magic cloth. We'd been noticed. The spear-wielding mermaids tore through Chloe's magic cloth, revealing themselves. Their faces were pale, and their eyes were dark, cavernous voids.

Chloe: Vespa, watch out…!

Vespa: …!

One of the spears was aimed directly at her, intent on running her through. Cain caught the edge of the blade before it could touch her.

Cain: Vespa, run…!

Vespa: …!

Cain: Is there any way we can break through the brainwashing or put them to sleep?!

Rustica: Allow me. <Amores Viesse>

Rustica recited his spell, but it sounded more like a gentle song, echoing through the sea like through a music hall. When the song reached the spear-wielding mermaids' ears, it was like they were jolted back to their senses. Slowly but surely, their blank eyes began to refocus on what was in front of them, the melody of the song catching their attention.

Faust: Are they starting to wake up…? Is Balthazar's control being undone?

Rustica shook his head a bit, not once pausing in his song.

Faust: I see…

Faust had obviously been hoping this would be enough to free Lennox. He pressed his lips together in a tight line, frustrated. Rustica, on the other hand, was enjoying himself--his hands were moving as a conductor's would, holding an invisible baton. The mermaids followed his motions as though they were his orchestra. Their long hair floated in the water, bubbles dancing around their seashell barettes. It didn't take long for them to drop their spears. As their weapons sank down to the bottom of the sea, the mermaids closed their eyes, falling into a gentle, peaceful sleep. Chloe gathered up his magic cloth. We had managed to stealthily make our way to a large reef that had been fashioned into something similar to a jail.

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The reef "jail" was similar in construction to a three-story building. Beyond the many ash-grey pillars--I couldn't tell if they were made of coral or of stone--were the imprisoned mermaids.

Akira: (Woah… There's so many mermaids…)

There was something oddly captivating about them, and I felt my hardened heart dance in my chest. Now that I thought of it, though, I hadn't let myself feel anything for Vespa, and I hadn't even properly introduced myself to her, either. I took a deep breath. It's important to not get so mired in your sadness that you can't pull yourself free from it. We startled the mermaids as we drew closer to the bars of the cage, and they swam in deeper, hiding themselves. Vespa swam right up to the bars, calling out to the fleeing mermaids. Oz took me and advanced behind her, before taking a moment to address her.

Oz: Stand back.

Vespa: …?! …?!

Oz: I am going to destroy their cage.

Vespa: …?! …?!

Shino: Vespa, come here!

Shino beckoned Vespa over to him. Vespa darted towards him, away from the bars of the cage. I squeezed Oz's hand tightly, my heart pounding in my chest. Was his spell going to succeed?

Akira: (It will… I'm sure it will.) (I need to believe in myself… In myself, and in Oz!)

Oz: <Vox Nox>

A weak light trailed out of Oz's staff and made contact with the bars of the cliffside prison--and then those same bars crumbled away as if they were made of sand.

Arthur: Yay! It worked! Master Sage! Lord Oz!

Akira: It did!

Faust: Now we can ask Vespa's siblings about where to find Balthazar and the cintamani stone of medicine.

We exchanged grins as we waited for the mermaids to leave their broken jail. But there was absolutely no sign that they had any intention of leaving.

Shino: … Hey. Isn't it taking the fish a while to come out?

Heathcliff: Don't call them that.

Murr: Hey, Oz, you didn't kill 'em all out of habit, did you?

Oz: …Hmm…

Arthur: I'll go check things out!

Rutile: It might just be that they're scared! Like how little fishies hide themselves even when you're just looking at them…

Heathcliff: That's certainly possible. Why don't we just wait a little farther away and see what happens?

Akira: Good idea! Let's all back off a little… Let's wait for them to come out on their own!

We put a bit of distance between us and their cage, and once we were comfortably far away, we waited for the mermaids to come out of their own accord.

Rutile: Are they out yet? How about now?

Chloe: Everything's okay! You can come out now!

Rustica: Ah, there they come now.

Heathcliff: You're right! Ah…

But the mermaids vacated the area at an impressive speed, scattering to the vast sea as fast as their tails could take them.

Heathcliff: Ah, ah, ahhh…!

Akira: Wa--wait…!

Murr: Speedy…!

Shino: They're so ungrateful…!

Faust: <Salliuq…> Dammit! I bit my tongue…!

Rustica: It makes sense that they'd want to leave in such a rush. I understand completely.

Cain: That's fish for you! I let my guard down because I was thinking of them like women.

Arthur: Lord Oz, what should we do…? If we follow them intending to capture one, we'll only frighten them more, won't we?

Shino: Stop talking like a feral child when you've got the face of a pure-hearted prince.

Vespa was in a tizzy, swimming back and forth in a figure eight--and then Oz recited his spell again.

Oz: <Vox Nox>

Orbs of light scattered in all directions. A few moments later, a number of the mermaids were dragged back to us through the water, wrapped in a soft light. As they drew towards us, they started struggling, clearly scared. Vespa swam in a circle around them, desperately explaining what was going on, but the mermaids were staring straight at the seafloor, and none of them raised their heads to look at her. That was when Rutile spoke up.

Rutile: Oh… They look like they're hurt.

Akira: Huh?

Just as Rutile had said, there were a number of shallow cuts on the mermaids' arms and tails.

Faust: I imagine they hurt themselves in their haste to escape their prison, rather than being injured by a magical attack.

Rutile: Oh, how terrible…

Rutile approached the mermaids unhesitatingly, looking at them with concern. He retrieved his magical focus, his feather pen, and smiled at the fearful mermaids.

Rutile: Just stay still, okay… This won't hurt a bit. <Ortonik Setomaouge>

Rutile chanted his spell, and then the mermaids' injuries were wrapped in a gentle light. At first, they were scared, but as the swelling around their cuts went down, they looked up at Rutile in curiosity. Their painful-looking cuts closed up, one after the other, leaving nothing but the faint outline of where they used to be. They weren't perfectly healed, but it was still enough to free them from their pain and wariness of us. Perhaps in a display of both gratitude and fascination, the mermaids began to swim around Rutile in a circle, spinning around.

Rutile: My… How pretty…!

Vespa smoothly added herself to their circle. She grabbed Heathcliff's arm and dragged him into the circle, too. She swam between Heathcliff and the rest of us, and over the top of us, too--probably explaining to her friends what was going on. While she did that, the mermaids split into two groups. Vespa returned to Heathcliff's side and explained…something to him, using nothing but gestures.

Heathcliff: Erm… The ship is this way…and Balthazar is that way…?

Vespa: …! …!

Chloe: It's amazing that you got all that, Heath…

Shino: It's because he's attentive when it comes to other people. I understand that much. Or at least I think I'm starting to.

Chloe: Shino…

Shino: …He was the same way with me. I used to never have someone who'd check on me when I wasn't feeling well. The most I got was people peeking at me in fear when I attacked them. No one wanted to let a kid as filthy as me dirty up their line of sight. But…

Shino's red eyes were fixed on Heathcliff's back. Heathcliff, however, was looking at Vespa, doing his absolute best to understand what she was thinking. Shino smiled softly, seeing him like that.

Shino: Heath tried to learn things about me. What was I thinking about… What I wanted, what made me upset. That kind of thing. No one had ever cared about those things before. Instead, they just wanted to know what I wanted from them, when I was going to get out of their hair, and how they could get rid of me. Pretty sure that was all they thought, at least. Thinking back on how I used to be, I'm pretty certain of it. But Heathcliff cared about me when everyone else in the world treated me like trash not worth the effort of so much as glancing at. He was serious about it, and polite about it… Even though he was scared, he still cared about me. So, I… I wanted to treasure him just as much… That was how I felt.

Shino's heartrending sighs turned into bubbles, floating up to the water's surface. Across from him, Vespa was gesturing with her arms spread wide. Her blonde hair floated gently in the water, rippling like sunlight. Heathcliff was watching her very seriously, nodding at what she had to tell him. Sometimes he'd look puzzled and frown a little. But when he understood something, he smiled happily. Even though Heathcliff was lit by nothing but moonlight right now, Shino narrowed his eyes when he looked at him, as if he were dazzlingly radiant.

Shino: I remember now. Before I met him, I hated his guts for being the Blanchett heir, always adored and blessed from the day he was born. If Heath… If Heath wasn't the person he is inside, I never could've become friends with him. For the first time, I wasn't being rejected for who I was, and someone really cared about me… That's why I love him.

Shino's voice cracked and faded into the sound of the water around us, so I couldn't quite make out what he'd said there at the end. Faust gently put a hand on his shoulder.

Faust: Well done… You found the words you needed to convey how you feel.

Shino: Can I even say them to him? It's so embarrassing…

Normally Shino couldn't get enough of singing Heathcliff's praises, but right now, I could see a dusting of a blush over his cheeks. But Faust didn't laugh at him. He just spoke softly.

Faust: You should tell people the things you want to when you can. Before you regret not doing so.

Shino: Faust…

Heathcliff: Master Sage, Mr. Faust! I got it!

That was when Heathcliff and Vespa swam back over to us.

Heathcliff: The sunken ship with the cintamani stone and Balthazar's undersea city are in two different directions! Vespa's sisters can lead us to either of them…

Cain: Two different places…

Arthur: So we'll need to split into two groups.

Next Chapter

[nicklloydnow]

“The transfer of True Lies has a truly vile quality to it, a feeling like someone clandestinely dosed you with LSD just a hair below the threshold. At times it can look passable in motion, but then you notice something out of the corner of your eye: a thick fold of skin, a framed photo of a child, folders that are too thick at the margins, cheeks that look rendered. It’s that familiar dread at the pit of your gut when you spot AI generated imagery, a combination of edges not looking quite right and surfaces that are simultaneously too smooth and too sharp. A crime was committed here, and you can tell.

The transfers of Aliens and The Abyss are markedly less bad than True Lies, but I still have difficulty watching them. The skin looks sterile and waxy with too much film grain removed. Everything looks like it has raytracing on. Both transfers are, however, within acceptable parameters for most normal people.

The recent transfer of Titanic got a similar treatment, with similarly mixed reactions online.

“Why would you do this?” is a logical question. It’s worth contextualizing who handled these “restorations” – namely Park Road Post, a subsidiary of Peter Jackson’s WingNut Films. They have worked on multiple films in the past, but the two that are most germane here are Jackson’s They Shall Not Grow Old and the 3-part Disney+ documentary The Beatles: Get Back. Both movies recontextualize pre-existing footage and, importantly, do so with an aggressive use of machine learning. They Shall Not Grow Old upscales and colorizes old World War I imagery in an attempt to set the bloodshed in a more modern context, while Get Back recycled footage shot for Michael Lindsay-Hogg’s Let It Be, including moments never before seen by the public, to elucidate the process behind the creation of some of The Beatles’ most iconic songs.

(…)

I wish we had stopped Jackson then and there. As my good friend Danielle joked, this was a trial balloon. People praised Jackson for doing this to Lindsay-Hogg’s footage in the name of restoration, and it emboldened him to do worse things. Before the True Lies debacle, the most recent example of this was the aggressively saccharine and confusing Now & Then, a long unfinished demo now finished by Ringo and Paul, edited together with archival footage of younger John and George composited in an a fashion that can be charitably described as tremendously weird.

Lest I am accused of being a luddite, I firmly believe there are many use cases for this technology. Nvidia’s DLSS and competing variants generally work very well on the games they are trained on. I regularly use Flowframes in the rare case that I need interpolation. I have often used waifu2x and now chainner if I need to photoshop a still and my source is bad, and there are databases of countless AI upscaling models. But the flip side to this is that these technologies are often used in place of proper ingest. “Crap in, crap out” is a truism for a reason. I spend a lot of time regularly capturing VHS and Laserdisc at the highest possible quality for fun, and when I see people who should know better say “Just use Topaz” (a commercial AI upscaler) instead of learning how to correctly ingest footage and deinterlace it, it makes me want to pull out my hair, because it almost uniformly looks bad to anyone who works with video professionally.

When you finally do see a piece of footage transferred well, it can be breathtaking. Good archival practices require a lot of institutional knowledge and labor. It’s an art when done well, and the people who do it care so much about what they do. But the modern application of much of AI is precisely about taking labor out of the equation. Why transfer a tape correctly when we can just have a computer guess badly instead? What if crap goes in, and it doesn’t come out?

What makes all of this worse is that True Lies, as I understand it, did not need to be shoved through the AI wringer. According to The Digital Bits, Park Road Post had a recent 4k scan of True Lies from the original camera negative. Park Road Post’s own website claims they have a Lasergraphics Director 10K film scanner on the premises. So what is the purpose of adding AI to this mix? Why do that to a perfectly fine-looking film? What is gained here, other than to slightly yassify an Arnold film? At this point, maybe they are simply doing it just to say that they did, because the technology is lying around, like a loaded gun with the safety off.

Nerds who post on blu-ray forums as a rule often need to calm down, and the forum threads I have read about this are no exception, but there are certain cases where a filmmaker is just wrong about how their films should look. Lucas is the infamous notable example, but Cameron is not innocent here in his treatment of his own films. Wong Kar-wai is another notable example, as what he did to Ashes of Time is criminal as was his recent “remasters” of his movies like In The Mood For Love. In certain rare conditions like this, it’s healthy to question if directors have the best interests of their own films in mind, as Cameron himself personally approved of these remasters.

What actually chills my blood more than anything is the thought that a lot of people think this all looks pretty good. You see this mindset at work whenever an AI fetishist posts a stable diffusion image of a woman with 13 fingers, 40 incisors and comically huge breasts. There’s an entire portion of the population that takes overt pleasure in the over-smoothed, perverts that prefer all media to be fast, high frame rate, and scrubbed squeaky clean. The cameras on our phones don’t simply capture images anymore, they compute them and ‘optimize’ them. It’s Italian Futurism in 4k, a noise reduction death drive. It’s not simply enough for much of digital cinema to look crystal clear and lifeless; the past should be denoised, grain managed and cleaned to conform to that standard. It is expedient and profitable if people don’t remember what film is supposed to look like.

I don’t think anyone gets into preservation to destroy film. I believe that everyone involved with this process worked hard and had the best interests of the film in mind, but the exact nature of restoration itself can vary wildly. I believe that some companies get blinded by new tech, get high on their own supply, and that can result in work that is destructive instead of restorative. I don’t know what the solution to this is in the world we live in, outside of decoupling film preservation from the profit motive whenever possible.

But I am certain about one thing. For a while, much of gaming tried looking like Aliens. Now, Aliens looks like a video game. And that doesn’t sit right with me.”

[winx-blood-and-bone]

Chapter 1

Word Count:

4642

Warning:

This is a Fanfic Rewrite and low key fix it fic.

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Alfea, the College of Fairies, the stepping stone of Teenage Fairies.It has turned Girls into Women and created Heroes out of them, the Prime Example would be the Winx Club, who now Teach at the very School that taught them so much and now passing the torch to those younger than them.

A Knee-length Red-Orange haired woman re-adjusted her parted Bangs, as she carried a small luggage which contained anything from Test Assignments to Clothes, she got out of the Magix Bus, the Girl took a deep breath and exhaled, as muttered under her Breath,

"Can't believe I'm finally here...time to get to Work"

She looked down and as she got into the School Gate, she soon got confronted by Freshman Students, they crowded around her asking for Selfies, Autographs and wanting to know if they would get taught by her in School,

"There she is!"

"Bloom! Will you teaching my Class?"

"Bloom could you sign my Book about Earth?!"

"Would you take a Picture with us?"

At this point, Bloom is pretty used to the Crowds of Students and was about to move on her own excuse herself, but she didn't expect Stella to come and pull her out of there, she asked in a Hushed tone,

"Do you have a Pen this time?"

"Uh yeah I uh didn't think about that"

Stella sighed as Bloom laughed abit nervously, took out her pen, and enchanted it to write her Autograph, it zoomed and went to people's notebooks and Sketchbooks as Stella and Bloom quietly get out of the crowd and went into the Entrance Hall where the Rest of the Winx Club were.

They were Breathless, sweating even and Aisha spoke up in a concerned tone as she raised her Eyebrows a little bit,

"Jeez what happened to you guys?"

Stella responded back in quick but tired and sassy tone,

"Oh nothing just crowds, being unnecessarily Famous, same old same old, the Typical Monday Morning"

Aisha sighed and replied back to them, she understands immediately ever since the defeat of Tritannus, studying the New Syllabus and returning to Teaching Position, Freshman Students ought to be excited, Musa and Tecna added some of their thoughts too,

"Ah I feel you, I got asked by countless Students whether I'll be teaching Gym and Combat classes"

"Some asked whether I could make a Robotics Club"

"Freshman Students just asked me whether we could have Jazz Club"

"I understood the Combat Class part but Gym? Since when did Alfea have a Gym?"

Bloom asked and Flora was about to reply then Faragonda came down the steps along with the rest of the staff,

"Winx! It's so good to see you all again, I hope you all have rested well"

"Miss Faragonda! And yes we're doing just fine, you wanted to meet us why is that?"

Flora asked curiously, that's why they were in the Entrance Hall, they were waiting for them,

"Well as you may know, Alfea is going through a partial Renovation, we are going to have a state of the Art Gymnasium, Technology Sector and a simple Music Cafe, this would probably be disturbance to your Classes so we would like you all to attend an Opening Ceremony"

The Winx Club looked at each other a bit confused this was recent news to them, not even Tecna knew of it, Faragonda replied to them,

"It is the Re-opening ceremony of the New and Improved Linphea College of Fairies, since we can't be there ourselves due to the amount of Freshman Students this month's intake, we would like you all to represent Alfea over there"

Flora's eyes went wide when she heard Linphea,

"My Sister Miele just enrolled there! We have to go there"

The Winx hadn't seen Miele since the Valtor incident of their Senior Year, Roxy never met her before and only heard though Mentions by Flora, it was decided they would be going to Linphea College.Faragonda also added,

"The Specialists will be there too, they are holding a Open Arena Training and Performance for the School against their Paladins"

"Wait the Paladins? Like Professor Avalon?"

Stella asked and Professor Avalon nodded and replied,

"Yes but these Paladins are still in Training it will take years to even get to my Level especially in the usage of Wings, now get Ready, you all, don't keep the Specialists waiting"

The Winx Club quickly went to their Rooms, Bloom lagged behind, she placed her hand on her chest and breathed in and out before Griselda tapped her shoulder, her tone Less strict than usual,

"Bloom are you alright?"

She looked up and a small smile plastered onto her face,

"I'm fine Griselda thank you for asking"

Bloom quickly ran off and Griselda sighed looking at Faragonda and telling her,

"Faragonda I worry that Bloom is not adjusting, she seems more off than usual"

"Give her some Time Griselda, Bloom has faced Adversity before, this one is no different, it's harsher but everyone needs to grow up and leave the nest eventually"

They leave the Entrance Hall to Greet the students, Bloom told herself,

"It's not going to be awkward, It's not going to be awkward, he's King of Eraklyon now, It's not going to be awkward, It's not going to be awkward-"

She says that until she got into her Room.

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Arriving at the Linphea College Arena, the Specialists were preparing Combat performances and doing training with the Paladins, among the Crowd, the man with Ashen Brown hair blend into it seamlessly, his Weapon hidden as a Ring on his Rough fingers, he was dressed in Paladin Trainee Uniforms, those of Red and in the middle of their chests contains a yellow colored gem.It in a way tracks the Trainees around the Campus, but it was easy to fool in this situation.

The Man felt his Companion's words pops into his head, 'Found it yet?' The Man Telepathically responded, 'No I just got there, security was tighter than I thought but no one has found me'The Man was walking around, pretending to do something, than soon saw the Arena training happening in front of him.

The Specialists were Teachers, Interns to be exact, they were dressed in Blue versions of the Paladin Trained Armor, they looked brand new, 'Hmm they seem to be Prototype Armour pieces and not the standard hmm alright then'The Man said to himself in his Head before hearing the Specialists greet them,

"For Today's Training, we will be Trying out the Prototype Phantoweapons that will be used by Linphea College Solely"

"None of us know what these Weapons can do either"

Sitting on a small Golden Table with a Wood covering, there sits a Hilts of Blades, Wooden Sticks and Firearms, the man was little impressed with the Selection,

"We'll demonstrate the Usage of the weapons and we will select one of you to attack us...if you can"

One of the Teachers and Specialists, Riven, replied as he picked out his Weapon, a Khukuri with Glowing Purple Energy around 18 inches long, he looked around and soon points to the man,

"You there! What's your name?"

The Man looked up, he was trying to leave but he was called and so he introduced himself,

"The Name's Thoren"

Thoren walked to the Center of the Arena and asked,

"So just to be Clear, I could use any weapon right?"

"Yeah dude come on Im itching for a fight"

"Oh then I'll just have to use my fists"

The Specialists looked at the match, they were abit worried for the Outcome for using Fists against blades were not good and they were teachers, but Riven does not care, he likes the attitude,

"Bring it then!"

Riven drew his blade and lunged forward, he slashed left and right in which Thoren dodged, he jumped off the blade and backflip kick before landing in his Stance, it drew an open fist, one facing up and another facing down, his leg at the front was standing up at the ball of his feet while keeping parallel with his other foot which was on the ground.

The Paladins and The Specialists looked intrigued at the battle before them, Thoren was holding back, he had to anyway besides this was simply a Sparring Session to him, there was an awkward silence between them before striking, Riven went in for Slash with his Moon Khukuri and a wave of Magical Energy came out from the Weapon from each slash, Thoren dodged the first Wave and slice of Energy hitting just near his cheek then jumped over the second one, Thoren sighed to himself and whispered to himself,

"Time to end this"

He launched himself forward and punched his solar plexus, Riven lost his footing, Thoren took advantage of that and quickly disarmed his Sword and let him fall to the ground as he held the Moon Khukuri almost like a Dagger but pointing it directly at him.

Thoren and Riven looked at each other, Riven hadn't seen someone that fought so daringly, unarmed even, he smirked as Thoren stretched out his hand and he took as he stood up, they complimented each other,

"That was some good movement but I can tell you were holding back"

"Yes I was and but you too was also doing that, so we can call it even"

Thoren went back to the crowd, but separated from it besides he was here to get his Companion, Selina, something, Brandon nervously smiled, he cleared his throat before saying,

"Alright that was a good demonstration! Who's Next?"

Meanwhile with the Winx Club, which was about 2 hours later, they reached Linphea with Stella's Ring, Flora looked around the Nature of her Realm,

"Oh Linphea how I miss you!"

"Flora! Winx!"

They turned her head around and saw a Pre teenage girl with a Light Tan and had Ginger Orange coloured high ponytail and decorated with some flowers on her hairband, she wore a Pink and Yellow flowery dress and her shoes are green and pink.Flora hadn't lived in Linphea for awhile ever since her mission to Earth and the Tritannus Incident, but it did not take her a second to not recognise the Person running towards them.

It was Miele, but of course siblings being Siblings, Flora pretended to not know her,

"Oh who are you strange person?"

"Flora I'm trying to have a moment with you can you please not?"

"Gasp! How do you know my name little one"

"I'm not Littl- Flora...Winx is Flora Broken?"

Initially the Winx Club didn't want to participate in this Chaotic Banter but the opportunity was too good to pass up, starting with Bloom and ending with Aisha, except Roxy...she didn't know what's going on.

"Oh I have no idea who you are"

(Bloom)

"Winx Club what Winx Club?, we are the Stellar Club"

(Stella)

"I'm not with them I was simply passing by with my band Musa and the Muses"

(Musa)

"I think we are missing the point but who is this girl?"

(Tecna)

"What was your name?... Petals? Gypso?"

(Aisha)

"What is going on here?"

Miele and Roxy said at the same time before everyone started laughing and Flora replied saying,

"Oh hahaha you should've seen your face!"

Miele was so done and just rolled her eyes and whistled, the Sound of Giant Insect wings were heard and landing to the ground were the Giant Ladybugs, Miele hopped onto one of them and said to them in a sarcastic tone,

"Oh I can just leave right now since you're not the Winx Club~"

"Okay okay We're sorry Miele and yes I remember you....still very little"

"IM NOT"

"Yes you are cause you're still my Little Sister"

"You're such a bother sometimes"

The Winx got onto the Ladybugs, Stella has lost her fear of Ladybugs just LADYBUGS, Flora sat on a Ladybug and pet one of them and said to Miele teasingly,

"Don't say that, you love me too much"

Miele rolled his eyes and soon the Ladybugs took off, flying through the Sky, looking down they saw the City of Trees, Flower Village, across the Shimmering Flowers Valley and it's Roots living in the Ocean of Flowers and the Water Stairway to the Black Willow.Memories from their adventures flood back to them then up and flying over the Lush greenery and Woods of Linphea, they soon reached Linphea College or rather the New and Improved name is Linphea High.

It was no longer a College, it was a High School for Fairies.It consists of waterfalls with Large green Canyon with Plants of all kinds, the School took a Circular sort of Shape with a Large and Open Area.The High School looks guarded by Large Trees and last but not least the Arena was at the Center display almost like a Colosseum.

Tecna pointed out to the Arena,

"Look! It's the Specialists"

They saw the Arena filled with the Specialists training the Paladins for one last demonstration of tactics and Combat, and of the new weapons that they hold.While Landing, Aisha frowned and saw Roy going up against a light navy blue haired Paladin with side burns, fair skin, and light hazel-colored eyes. He usually wears a pair of piercings on his left ear, he was beating Roy, who was using a Sword made of Yellow Green Thunder energy, and Nex holding a War Scythe in which the blade was almost Invisible, you could see a shimmer of it if you're perceptive enough.

Aisha shouted to Roy and to motivate him,

"Go Roy! Give him Hell!"

Roy turned to Aisha a little before concentrating on the Battle as he was briefly knocked to the ground but he stabbed his Sword to the ground to cause Friction to be in his favour, he dodged a thrust of Nex's Scythe and a blunt hit from the blunt end of the Weapon.

Roy noticed the shimmering invisible blade and frowned as he threw his Sword at Nex which almost as if it turned into a Lightning Bolt and barely graze Nex's cheek but Roy quickly jumped and kicked him to the ground and grabbed his Sword mid-air and pin Nex to the ground with his Foot and placed his sword on his neck,

"Yield"

"Tch fine I yield"

Roy sighed and placed his foot off him and stretched his hand out,

"That was good combat skills though nearly had me"

"Yeah nearly...HAH!"

Roy caught off guard saw a Phantoblade Dagger nearly reached his neck but then Pink goo came and rescued him, sealing off Nex hand with a blast of Morphix and disarming his dagger, Aisha cast that spell and picked Roy up,

"Roy are you alright?!"

"Yeah...Yeah I'm fine...I just didn't expect that"

Aisha looked at Roy passionately before giving that same amount of Passion to Nex but in a completely different way, Aisha calmed herself down and replied to Nex,

"This is a Civilized Training Session, it's a chance to learn from each other and perfect each other's Skills, but the only Skill you perfected so far is how to get a big head"

Aisha walked off with Roy, who did not expect to be Defended like that but he's not against it, Nex wiped the dirt off his face and looked away, standing up and Walking off.

The Winx Girls went to greet their Boyfriends, the Party to set up for the Opening of Linphea High, all except Bloom, she wandered around the Campus, Sky wasn't present in this event so she wasn't as tensed...until she felt it.

"Huh?...What the"

A wave of Energy almost like the Wind flowed past her, she looked around in confusion but ignored the Feeling, 'Its probably nothing, new place, new shivers' She thought to herself, she saw Flora and Miele stood Infront of 8 Massive Trees, and went towards them.

"Hey Flora, Hey Miele what are these?"

"Oh Bloom! These are called the Tree Ents, not much is known about them but what we do know is that they were here before the construction of the School and now acts as the School's Natural Defense System"

Miele explained and Flora touched one of the Tree Ents's massive Roots, she exclaimed in delight,

"There is so much life in single touch! It's incredible"

Bloom smiled, perhaps that Bad Feeling she was feeling isn't going to happen at all.

Meanwhile, Thoren went to the Second Floor of Linphea High, he looked around and found the Library, it was Rock cut design room with Books of all kinds, from History of the Linphea, Theories of the Magical Dimension and a mere Book about Botany, there wasn't anyone in but the Librarian was present.

"Tch"

He went in and the Librarian greeted him,

"Excuse me, no one else is supposed to be up here until the Opening of the Campus, please leave"

"Understood"

Thoren replied, then he put out his Weapon and knocked the Librarian unconscious and entering the Restricted Section of the Library, looking through the Scroll section and soon found a Dusty,tattered and torn leather scroll with a Lapis Lazuli gem embeded in it, Thoren Smirked.

He connected his mind to his Partner in Crime, 'I found the Scroll, you got a base for us?' Words appeared in his head, 'Yes Cloud's Tower will soon be ours...get back here...but take your time' Thoren exited the Restriction Section, but the sudden ring of the Alarm flared and soon the stomping of the Guards was heard nearby, Thoren covered his mouth and Concealed his Identity, he said to his partner in his head, 'I need a Distraction, Powerful Fairies down there especially that Dragon Flame Holder'

Words Sprung in his head once more, 'Noted, I got the Perfect tale' Thoren got his Weapon out, a an old looking Phantoblade Halberd with Red Wood surrounding it and a portion of it looks like a gun, he faced the Experienced Paladin before him as the Room goes dark, only the Red flares of Alarm remains, Thoren gets ready for Combat.

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Silena thought it would be Hard, she honestly thought it would be Hard to infiltrate the School of Witches, like minded individuals that deal with the darkness of Magic, the Ironic thing about this is that the Shield was a Magic Spell on the side of Good and it just bamboozled her completely,

"Well this is just sad, relying on Positive Energy solely on the spell"

Silena entered the Building, she was still being cautious, she is Adult looking and infiltrating the school as a College student... however no one questioned her, Silena was so confused, the two teachers, Professor Ediltrude and Zarathustra, did not question her and immediately let her in as one of the Freshman, Silena is Evil yes but even she has standards as a professional, 'They didn't even check, I just could've strolled in? Who made this system?' Silena is freaking out internally but her tough exterior says otherwise.

She joined in line with the rest of the Freshman with Auditorium, seeing the Senior Witches, she could only be disgusted these Witches didn't learn Jackshit, Silena thought once more in her head, 'Okay I'm just going to take over, all of these people here are meat suits and shields let's go' She waited for the Headmistress to come, a tall lady with pale greenish white skin, and has a hooked nose, her purple hair that is pulled up into a shape similar to that of pointy hats worn by Ancient witches, with two lighter purple strands on either side. She also wears heavy make-up around her eyes.

The Headmistress introduced herself and began her small speech,

"Welcome Back Everyone! To the Freshman, my name is Headmistress Griffin, the current Principal of Cloud's Tower, it will also be my final year as Headmistress!"

Mutters of disbelief was among the Crowd of Senior and Junior Witches as Headmistress Griffin has been teaching for so long even before their time, as soon as the Mutters stop via a thousand yard stare of Headmistress Griffin, she continued,

"With each new Harvest of the Year, a young crop will always survive the Reaping, you all are the young Crops, young Witches that shall fine-tune and sharpen their Craft to the fullest extent"

As she walked the Center she continued and concluded her speech,

"Here in Cloud's Tower you will become Modern Witches, ones that will help those Pixies in aspect of Darkness, but you all shall prove your worth first"

She referred the Fairies as Pixies, Silena frowned as she heard Modern Witches are to help the aspect of Good, she held that thought in disdain as Griffin invited the freshman to show off their craft, Silena stepped forward and Griffin noticed her,

"You there, what's your Name? And where did you come from?"

"My name is Silena, I come from no realm, but a Nomadic Tribe from Dyamond"

"Dyamond? The Council of Magic lost contact with that Realm for a long time"

"I've never been there myself, I just know my tribe came from there"

This was a Lie, Silena has a connection to Dyamond but never familial, it was something different almost contractual,

"Your Craft? What is it?"

Silena summoned a Grimoire of great Power, the roots of a tree was seen on the Cover, Silena smiles as she opened the Grimoire and says,

"This is the Legendarium, I hold the power to bring Storybook characters from all of the Magic Dimension's Folklore to life, and twist them to my will"

"Oh my...go on"

Looking down at the pages of the Grimoire, was the page dedicated to the Gloomywood Trolls, Silena gave small smirk and read out,

"This is the Story of Gloomywood Trolls, Creatures that once walked the forests of the Magic Dimension exerting their Dominance over the realms, had it not been the Ancient Pixies of all the Realms, the trolls would've kept spreading"

"Ah yes that used to be my favourite bedtime story while growing up, if I recall, most of the Trolls are Chained underneath the grounds of Pixie village"

"That's right and now let's wreck some havoc"

Silena held the book up and she heard her partner, Thoren, in Linphea had found the Scroll of Astraea and just in time for a need for a distraction.The Winds Howled and the Windows burst open as Silena lift her hand, the Legendarium glowed Purple and Green, Dark Shadows swirled and formed around her legs and up into the Air,

"Legendarium, Bring me Storybook Monsters to Life!"

Griffin couldn't believe it, all of her senses was telling her to run at the sight of this magic, it wasn't Negative nor Positive, Good nor Evil, but it was certainly powerful, the Whole school of Young Witches were Blinded by sheer Power of the Legendarium, some turn away or even put up Shields.

"Gloomywood Trolls unchained once more, claim the Vengeance you sought after!"

The Spirits of Trolls were seen coming out of the Book, it's Cage, it's Confines and it was finally Free.

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The Party was being set up, Bloom helped out along the Girls to distract herself from the Thoughts in her head, Stella was fixing up Dresses for the Staff Members, Musa and Tecna was handling Sound Production with Linphea College's Local Club, Flora was with her Sister and Helia, Aisha was patching up Nex's Wounds and Roxy was tending to the Animals of the Tree Ents.

Bloom was focusing so much on distracting herself that she didn't notice this part of Campus, it was only when caught a glimpse of a Paladin with Ashen Brown hair with a face mask zoom past her, their eyes met for a passing moment before hearing a School Siren play,

"CODE WOOD, CODE WOOD, ALL SENIOR PALADINS AND FAIRIES INTO POSITIONS!"

"HOSTILE IN SIGHT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL, I REPEAT THIS IS NOT-"

The Siren sound fizzled out Aburptly and Bloom was about to act but seven rings were heard from their Phones and all came from the Winx Club, the Winx came together and opened the message, Faragonda's holographic image came out,

"Girls get back to Magix! We're under attack!"

The Winx gasped and Stella asked,

"By what? Miss Faragonda we can deal with it!"

Faragonda shakes her head and replied, her mouth shaky, her face was covered in sweat, on closer inspection there bruises on her face,

"It's a Legendary Creature I can't explain it to you at the moment!"

Stella looked at Bloom in confusion then Roxy asked,

"Just a brief description please Miss Faragonda tell us!"

As Roxy asked, Faragonda stood up from her office chair, the Headmistress burst into Action and she erratically fired spells at Supposed Beast, the Roar was deafening even through the Tele communication, the Winx Girls were unsure what to make of the Situation but we're deeply disturbed when the communication started to fade, Aisha asked Tecna,

"Tecna can you-"

"On it!"

Tecna raised her hand, her technology powers tried to maintain stability of the devices connecting to Communication between them but it backfired, a blast from their devices threw Tecna to the ground,

"Tecna!"

Musa, Flora and Roxy gathered around her and helped her up the Ground, before the communication and Holographic Image faded, the Winx Saw the Creatures appear behind Faragonda and Roxy gasped.

Transmission was lost.

Roxy said out,

"Those were Gloomywood Trolls, I heard of them in a Myth and Monsters Course! I thought they were just a Myth"

Tecna shook her head and said,

"That's a bold reason but illogical it could be something else"

Musa clenched her Fist and said,

"Whatever it is, it was strong and we need to do something!"

The Girls turned to Bloom, as Bloom gathered the strength to speak out as the Leader of the club, she felt something tugging at heart but shook off the feeling as something inconvenient and said to her friends,

"Musa and Tecna are right, we don't know what those things are but the people at Magix are going to get hurt"

"What about the Sirens?"

Flora asked in concern and Bloom thought hard, as much as she dislikes the thought was spiltting up but considering the severity of Magix and Linphea she was put into a Standstill but Miele had other plans as she said to them,

"Magix is the Central Control of the Magic Dimension, it's where most of the Council of Magic live and sit, if Magix falls then we all fall"

"Miele..."

"Don't Worry me and My school can handle this, I'm sure of it!"

The Naivety of a Child was painful to Watch but the Winx had always believed in the Positive scenarios but yet the Worry was still there,

"Miele be careful okay? We don't know who or what this Hostile is at Linphea, fight well and fight Smart, just like what Dad said"

"Just like what Dad said..."

Miele looked at her big sister and nodded before heading to help her friends, the Winx club ran passed the guests and other students, Bloom briefly saw Sky but that's not important right now, lives were in Danger.

Brandon, Riven and Nex joined up with the Girls and headed to the Red Fountain Aircraft, soon they flew over the Realm of Magix, Bloom got her Girls together,

"Girls are you Ready?"

"Ready!"

"Here we go!"

The girls had fought so many battles, maybe this would be Regular fight, nothing Special and that's a good thing, but this was Different.Bloom felt the tugging in Heart, she doesn't know what this feeling but once again shook it away as she focused on the most Important thing right now.

To Save Lives

"Magic Winx! Enchantix!"

[all-eyes-lead-to-the-truth]

All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Paper Clip (3x02)

When anyone asks him his name nowadays, Victor Klemper heeds caution in his response. A lifetime of killing and conspiring have left him a well-guarded man.

“Your name is Mulder?”

A tall, lanky man with brown hair and familiar green eyes walks closer, brushing against the shoulder of a pretty red-headed woman standing resolute beside him. “I think you knew my father.”

Victor freezes. “What's this about?”

“When you came to this country, you did some work for our government,” this young Mulder says with confidence. 

“I'm an old man now. History bores me.”

The Scully woman juts out her chin. “Because it escaped you or because you escaped it?” 

Victor nearly laughs. This post-war safe haven he’s been forced into will never be an escape when the covert government pulls the strings. There is no escaping Project Paperclip.

“Freud, Salk, Crick, Watson... These will be the names they celebrate at the end of the millennium. Great scientists. And Klemper? He will be remembered only as a butcher,” he comments caustically. 

“History may be the only justice you'll ever know,” she retorts.

Victor arches a brow. She is right. This skeptical, fierce little thing may actually survive the dangerous secrets and lies that surely follow Bill Mulder’s son like the Grim Reaper. 

“Progress demands sacrifice,” he shoots back, repeating an old mantra, an indoctrination. “And I... I have confronted my demons. And soon I will die too.”

The offspring of a rebel syndicate member unearthing truths Victor has spent decades trying to bury beneath buttercups and begonias has marked him for certain death.

“Like my father,” Mulder states. “They killed him, and I believe you know why.” 

“I believe they would kill anyone if it is in the best interest of the work.” 

Offering up family members like merchandise to uphold the syndicate’s stronghold is but one example of the lengths they take to further the project. He should know; he’s done the same. Victor turns away, plucking a dead leaf from a potted plant, though he knows the raw scent of soil warring with the sweetness of his flowers will not distract these two from leaving with more information than which they came.

“Well, what is this work that my father was involved in?”

He could tell this Mulder everything. Tell him how his father was right about so many things. About how his colleagues turned on him as soon as they’d collected enough scientific research for themselves, cutting him out like cancer. Victor could finally unburden the horrors left unspoken. But he cannot, not now. There is too much already in motion, too much to risk with only one Mulder left who can do anything about it. 

“I have no answer for you.”

“Well, you knew him!” Mulder shoves a photograph into Victor’s hand. “Was he a murderer too?”

Victor stares at the black and white image of ambitious young men submerged within beckoning waves of conspiratorial abyss. 

“There are some things you don't have to know.” Yet so many that deserve to, Victor admits, trying to convey this through his hardened stare.

“No, I need to know! I need to know the truth!” Mulder pleads. “Isn't that what you want? For the truth to be known?”

Many years ago he would have denied such truths. He has killed countless innocents to do so. But now, exposing a singular sliver of truth behind his life’s work is not something he will deny this young Mulder. Though to expose the project is to bare his neck to the wolves.

Victor smirks. How furious his former colleagues will be.

“Do you know the formula of Napier's constant…?”

As the tenacious Dana Scully tosses him a lingering look of disdain before following her desperate friend through the greenhouse doors, Victor realizes the time has come to make one final phone call to an old friend. 

***

The sunset through the sheer white walls turns his greenhouse a brilliant orange. The most stunning one he’s seen in a long time. When a door creaks open and a gun cocks loudly within the calm behind him, he knows it will be his last.

Victor sighs, lifting an orchid to his nose and inhales. 

“Victor…”

“Charles,” he says in mock shock, turning to face the most venal man he’s ever known. “What a surprise.”

“Your flowers are beautiful,” Charles comments as he steps closer, his finely crafted British-made handgun held loosely at his side. “Especially the hybrids.”

“Yes, Fox Mulder seemed to think so as well,” Victor counters, brazen and bold in his last moments.

Charles stiffens. “He will return, you know. He and his partner.”

“They will.” He nods, resigned. “But I will have nothing more to say.”

Charles raises the gun. “No, you won’t.”

Progress demands sacrifice. 

Victor turns his head and bares his neck to the wolf.

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hi, so i want to ask how you study your characters when ur writing about them. How you think of niche little details to add depth to your characters? Bcs I've read your Gahan fics and the absolute way you ADD so many little things to Yohan, WHO btw is already such a fleshed out character but you manage to manage to make him even MORE thought out & im just curious how u think of them?

The first part of it is that I have a degree in writing and spent a LOT of time in college doing exercises that involved looking at the weirdest details of your life and figuring out how to build that outwards.

But when it comes to specific stories, a lot of it is looking at themes and building on what already exists. Yohan is a book-lover, we know this from canon. Building outwards for his books (since I always go to literature), I do spend a lot of time for nearly every fic figuring out what his top 5 or top 10 books are for that specific fic. Because Yohan will be very different if he's a cut-throat lawyer in prison for a murder he may or may not have committed than if he's a YA fantasy novelist.

Some of it comes from acting. I have a very extensive background in acting and it's the little things that build a character - nervous habits, body language, conscious or otherwise, it very much builds a person. I mimic a lot of what I write as I write (which is why I don't love writing in public), but I will sit there and move my hands and feet until I figure out what body language makes the most sense for what they're trying to convey.

And then some of it is just practice. Examples below the cut.

To give an example of the sort of thing I do, I'll start by describing the things on my desk currently.

A coffee mug. Several bowls of food finished to varying degrees. My to-do list. A candle. A thing full of pens that are nearly identical. My wallet.

Then, expanding out on that in a little more detail. Why are things there? When were they last used?

The desk is a mess of things used often. Various bowls are lined up on the side of the desk, with snacks finished to varying degrees. Most notably is the bowl of cereal barely touched, closest to the occupied chair. Though the mug of coffee next to it, labeled Boston, seems to be mostly full, the stain at the lip of the mug suggests a full cup of coffee has already been drank, that perhaps it is the second cup of the day. The to-do list, pink in color, has eight things on it, four of which are crossed off and finished. It does not escape notice that the academic work is all that remains.

That goes from just a list to building out a character (me) and gives you a lot of information from what started as just a list.

I do that with characters, a lot. For example, pulling from a fic I never published in which Yohan grew up with his mother:

Kang Yohan is unlike anyone Gaon has met in his life. 

Kang Yohan smiles easily and warmly; lines in his face, creases worn deep, indicate he has always been this way. There’s a lightness in his step, a drama in his movements, that only further indicates a playful nature. His clothes, though not expensive, are never creased, a carefulness about his appearance contrasted by his hair, ruffled and not-quite-messy with tints of red in the dark brown that are only visible in the sunlight. 

Kang Yohan lives in an apartment. The apartment is small and homey and reminds Gaon of his own home. Chosen, not for any special reason beyond a simple reminder of what home once was, and what home will continue to be. A tiny kitchen because “eomma could barely cook and she taught me absolutely nothing.” A full-sized mattress without a frame on the floor of the loft overlooking countless bookcases and two desks, one of which is covered in books and papers, the other so despairingly empty that Gaon can feel the ache in his chest before Yohan glances at it and says, offhandedly, “that’s my mother's.” 

Kang Yohan speaks with a bit of dialect in his voice, inherited from years of echoing his mother. It thickens when he echoes things she once said, and he’s never quite able to fully get rid of it when he speaks, the cadence familiar and comfortable to him. 

All of this was the opening to the fic in question, because it immediately built such a different character from the Yohan we know, but you're still able to see the similarities and to mark the differences. It establishes a person pretty quickly.

Pulling from a fic I have published, let's look at voices stolen and people borrowed.

The customer always comes in with messy hair, in a hoodie and ripped jeans and boots that Gaon only places as brand name after the fourth time he sees the man. He buys an energy drink, a packaged meal, and whatever the brand of fruit snacks in the far left corner of the store are called, as many of the fruit snacks as he can fit into his pocket. He pays in cash and never speaks. Gaon notices, the same time he recognizes the brand of shoe that he wears, that the man has earbuds in, hidden underneath the shagginess of his hair. It takes another week before Gaon catches a glimpse of the man’s phone- the newest model Android- and he realises that the man isn’t listening to music, but rather, an audiobook.

Right off the bat, I had known I wanted Yohan to be a bit of an emo kid. I knew he had studied abroad, America in the early 00s, and I knew that I was going to establish him as a fan of Green Day. So that played a lot into his appearance. He wears comfortable stuff in a punk-esque fashion, but he's still rich. He still wears brand name things.

He works overnight in this au, so he comes in getting off of his shift at about 2am, and he buys an energy drink ( to fuel him for his drive home), a packaged meal (because he's hungry), and fruit snacks (because this Yohan is childish and fruit snacks are delicious). He buys a lot of them because it gives Gaon a reason to remember him, and Yohan is nursing a bit of a crush. He pays in cash because his name is on his card.

He doesn't wear wired headphones because he always breaks them - a fact that was cut from the story but was in a scene at one point - and he uses an Android because I feel like Yohan is the type of guy to die on the hill that he won't ever use Apple. And he's listening to an audiobook instead of listening to music - another detail that was cut, is that he's listening to his own book.

This is the introduction you get to Yohan in this story, and it immediately sets up this base layer for who Yohan is going to be. You can make assumptions already, and it gives me, the author, something to build off of with the assumptions as well.

[erabundus]

❝  dealer's  choice?  ❞  a  soft  hum  of  amusement.  ❝  i  can  work  with  that.  ❞  something  simple,  perhaps.  kazuha's  hair  is  an  ATTRACTIVE  hue, equivalent to a ( nearly ) blank canvas;  it  would  be  so  easy  to  turn  it  into  a  work  of  art  —  to  delicately  weave  it  into  an  intricate  pattern,  threading  in  flowers  the  color  of  his  eyes.  however,  ren  can  only  assume  the  ronin  would  prefer  something  more  PRACTICAL.  to  that  end,  he  begins  to  separate  the  pale  locks  into  three  for  an  ordinary  braid.

the  wanderer  is  quiet,  seemingly  engrossed  in  his  work.  he  doesn't  utter  a  word,  even  as  kazuha  fills  the  silence  between  them.  it's  interesting  how  he  never  minds  that  when  the  ronin  is  the  one  speaking.   ❝  i  find  myself  wondering  the  opposite.  ❞   he  finally  says,  when  he  does  choose  to  add  his  part.  he  knows  it's  nothing  new;  he's  spoken  countless  times  before  of  the  GUILT  he  carries  upon  narrow  shoulders,  and  the  blood  that  will  forever  stain  him.  the  ghosts  that  lurk  in  the  mausoleum  of  his  skull  never  cease  to  remind  him  what  little  place  he  has  pursuing  the  last  of  the  kaedehara  —  no  matter  how  good  his  intentions  might  be.  kazuha  has  accepted  him  in  spite  of  everything,  but  there  are  times  where  that  does  little  to  assuage  the  self-loathing.  ❝  i  feel  like  being  what  i  am  is  doing  you  a  disservice.  ❞  ren  admits,  pausing  briefly  to  pull  the  blankets  just  a  smidge  higher.  ❝  i  know  it's  out  of  my  control ...  but  there  are  some  simple  human  experiences  i'm  incapable  of  giving  you.  ❞  huddling  together  for  WARMTH  by  the  fire,  for  example.

a  quiet  sigh,  and  the  wanderer  tries  (  tries  )  to  banish  those  somber  thoughts.  ❝  for  as  long  as  i  can  remember,  i've  always  been  haunted  by  a  sense  of  YEARNING.  ❞  as  if  he  was  missing  something.  lost,  directionless,  not  whole.  ❝  i  assumed  those  feelings  stemmed  from  my  lack  of  a  heart ...  and  having  the  purpose  i  was  originally  made  for  taken  away  from  me.  although,  these  days  i  find  myself  wondering  if  the  problem  was  being  born  into  a  world  without  you.  ❞   a  bit  fantastical,  perhaps  —  but  kazuha  always  has  a  strange  way  of  making  him  believe  in  concepts  like  SOULMATES  that  he  would  scoff  at  otherwise.

hands  still  as  he  finishes  the  braid.  with  nothing  else  to  do,  ren  sinks  to  the  ground  —  curling  arms  around  his  fiancé  in  an  embrace.  ❝  to  be  honest,  i'm  glad  it  took  so  long  for  our  paths  to  cross.  ❞  the  wanderer  mutters  into  the  blankets.  ❝  my  past  self  was  terrible;  it  spared  you  the  pain  of  ever  meeting  him.  ❞  pressing  closer,  his  voice  drops  —  going  small  and  unusually  frail.  ❝  i'm  still  not  good.  ❞  he  confesses.  ❝  ...  and  i  never  will  be ...  but  i  want  to  be  good  for  you.  ❞

kazuha turns his head so he looks back over his shoulder at ren.             ❝  i don't mind whatever you do with my hair  ❞ he couldn't help but smile when watching his fiance..  crimson eyes turned back around and stared straight up a head as ren's previous words about apologizing for not being human made his heart ache.. because it brought a sadness over him having to watch his most precious fiance struggle with his immortality... 

           ❝  you know... i sometimes wonder what you see in me... why you said yes to me.. i'm nothing more but a simple human being... but you know what... i feel like we were meant for each other.. it's like...  ❞ kazuha had to take a deep breath as his eyes looked up at the stars lighting up the dark sky.            ❝  our souls are connected by an invisible thread... and i'm forever sorry you had to wait so long for me.. but i'm happy right now... and i'm hoping i can make you happy for the rest of my life..   ❞ a little giggle escaped with the last part of the words.

[fqolinlove]

જ⁀➴ The Day That Wasn’t.

╰┈ BEWARE OF .. violence, swearing, bad writing, 

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Y/N had not even a clue where the strange woman had taken her and Five. The most she had known is that Five use to work here, they where walking away from what looked like a large ball, and the year was 1995.

“I must admit, Number Five, in all the time that I've been here, I've never met anyone quite like you.” They were walking at a face past, almost like they were in a hurry to get somewhere. Ever sense they time traveled, Five had not let go of Y/N’s hand. Wanting to keep her close from everyone else. “Hazel and Cha-Cha, for example, are talented, certainly, but they can't see the big picture. Your spunk,” the Handler wrapped her arm around Five’s shoulder. “your enterprising spirit, well, it reminds me a great deal of myself, if I may be so vainglorious. If things work out for you here,” She removes her arm and the group walks up a set of stairs let led to a big building. “you could potentially make a fine successor, Five. And so could Y/N.”

Once inside, the Handler gave her coat and briefcase to a male with a suit on. Five wasted no time in talking. “I'd like to discuss the logistics of my family's safety at your earliest convenience.” Five pulled Y/N along as they followed the woman up a set of stairs. “As well as this body replacement.”

“Such chutzpah. It's refreshing, I'll admit. Slow down, Five. All in good time. In fact, now that you've finally agreed to work with us, we've got all the time in the world.” She led the two kids out of a glass hallway. “The Commission works in support of a delicate balance between the time line of events and mankind's free will.” Y/N took in her surroundings. Lots of people were walking around or doing their work. Y/N took notice of the room beside her. BREIFCASE ROOM. oh, this could be useful. “The briefcase is no longer part of your kit, Five. Free your mind. You're management now, along with your little Flower. One of us.”

The group walked down another hallway. “All the people on this floor are case managers, each one responsible for one major event at a time.” She stopped at a door and gazed down it. It looked like it went on forever with countless workers at computers.

“Woah, there’s so many of them.” Y/N said in awe, mouth partly open and eyebrows furrowed in the slightest. The Handler smiled at her.

“Impressive, isn't it? Being part of something so grand. Come along.” She stood from the wall she was leaning on and continued her way down the hallway. Y/N stayed still, she wondered why so many people had a job here if what they did was only just killing and make the timelines go ham. She looked away when Five put his hand on her shoulder, tilting his head to where the Handler was standing waiting for them. Y/N nodded, letting Five pull her along again with one last look.

“Whenever someone chooses the wrong path and the time line is changed, the Commission gets a report from field agents on the ground. These field reports are sorted and assigned to a case manager. They determine if anyone needs to be removed from the equation to assure that their event happens as it should.” They walked into a room that read TUBE ROOM. So many rooms! In the said place, an elderly looking woman was putting tubes on a cart. “Based on that determination, the case manager sends instructions via pneumatic tube to temporal assassins like you formerly were, Number Five. Any queries so far?”

“Yeah.” He said lowly. “Who was the case manager handling me?”

“Ah.” She dragged her hand along Five’s jaw and then patted his cheek. She smiled at the glare Y/N sent her. “You mean the apocalypse.”

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“Five, Eight, meet Dot.” Y/N found herself in a new room, one with many desks and workers typing away on computers or writing in folders.

“Oh, hi.” Dot whispered. The woman seemed much younger than the Handler., dressed in a blue blouse and pencil skirt. Brown, frizzy hair tucked neatly into a do and big blue pearl earrings stuck on her ears.

“Dot is responsible for all apocalypse matters. In fact, it was Dot here who first flagged your appearance in 2019.” The Handler explained.

“No hard feelings.”

“Well, you certainly put us through the ringer. Outsmarting two of our so-called best temporal assassins. If that doesn't spell leadership material..” She got louder as she spoke, causing all the workers in the room to turn away from their work and face her. “I just don't know. I suspect you like a challenge, Five.” The woman walks to a desk and opens a drawer, handing Five a orange folder. “Which is why I've given you a particularly complex first case.” Five lets go of Y/N’s hand to open it, taking in the photos on the inside. “It's too bad Joseph Spah decided against sabotaging the fuel tank. It would've been so much easier. Anyhoo if you have any questions I'll be right behind you.” She points at the desk up front and walks away.

“She talks a lot.” Y/N whispered to Five when he came back from grabbing another chair. He threw her a glance, urging her to sit down and when she did he pushed her chair closer to the desk.

“Just.. be nice, okay?” He pleaded. “Not much longer and we’ll be out of here.” Five took his own seat and opened the file again, the two getting to work.

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The two had gotten a somewhat decent amount of work done, considering Y/N had barley any idea what she was supposed to do. They made a good team.

“Hiya, Five, Eight.” A female voice came from behind them. Neither two turned focusing on Five typing out something on the typewriter. ‘How's it going?”

“I must have utter silence in order to complete this task.” Five retreated blankly.

“Oh, okay.” Dot paused. “Hey, a few of us are having lunch, and I was wondering if you..” Her words died in her throat when Five cleared his throat. “you're doing something.”

Y/N passed Five the paper she just rolled up so he could put in a tube. When it was in, Five nodded to Y/N and they both stood up, leaving the room. “Oh. Bye-Bye!”

They walked down the hallway to the room that was passed before, the tube room. Walking inside, the kids scanned the many tube vacuum, looking for the right one to drop theirs into. Five had found it seconds later, lifting the lid to send the message off. “I'm afraid that's not procedure.” The Handler’s voice startled the two. She took the tube from Five’s hand. “Children, meet Gloria. Gloria is perhaps the single most vital cog in our machine.” The elderly made her way over to the group.

“Oh!”

“Gloria, this is Number Five and Number Eight.”

“Look at you.” Gloria smiled. “Deadly little things.” Y/N tucked her lips into her mouth, biting back from saying anything. Gloria turned to Five. “So happy we decided to close the contract on your life.” She then turns to Y/N. “It’s nice to meet a new worker.”

“Oh, I don’t work here.” Her voice wasn’t loud but it wasn’t quiet.

“What a shame. A thing like you could do so much damage it’s almost perfect.” Y/N didn’t know what else to do but nod with a forced smile. The elderly stared at her with curiosity, Y/N started to feel uncomfortable at her lingering eyes.

“Oh. Karl Weber.” The Handler read from the now unfolded paper that was inside the tube. “Now tell me, why unfortunate Karl?” Five had a sinister smile on his face, something anyone would’ve found adorable if it wasn’t for this reason. “Karl Weber is the butcher at the shop where Captain Ernst A. Lehmann acquires his weekly roast.” 

Y/N made her forced smile even bigger. “And if Karl dies, his butcher shop is passed down to his son Otto, who never washes his hands, which is disgusting.”

“So he's the one who gives the captain his roast.” 

Five nods. “And that gives him food poisoning.”

“Which makes him late for work. Which delays the takeoff.” The Handler smiles at the two kids.

“Also to make up for the lost time, the Hindenburg flies through a weather front of high electrical charge and humidity.” Y/N crossed her arms, a proud smirk on her face at feeling so smart.

“And the static electricity inside the aircraft makes it a virtual tinderbox. Tiny engine sparks.”

“And just like that, we have” Five and Y/N both raise their hands in the air in fists, bringing them down only to open them and mimic an explosion sound. The Handler and Gloria share a laugh before the Handler leads Five and Y/N back to the desk room they were just at. 

“I'm sure you've all heard that Mr. Five and Miss. Eight has proven to be as adept with a pen as they are with a sword.” She talks loudly, the kids on either side of her with her hand on their backs. She pats them, and the two take it as a signal to walk away, going back to their desks. “Let their effort serve as inspiration to you all.”

The Handler started to poke at one of the workers that sat next to Y/N and Five. The two didn’t pay much attention to it as they cleaned up their work from before. Suddenly, a buzzer went off and everyone started to stand from their desks and leave the room, including the Handler. They watched as everyone fled, leaving just them too. Quickly standing up, Five snatched the red folder from Dot’s desk and slide it up his shirt.

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Y/N’s head whipped back and forth to make sure no one was following them as Five led her by the hand to the bathrooms. Once inside, he led Y/N inside the closes stall and then turned around to lock it. Five pulled the file out and sat on the toilet while Y/N leaned her back on the door, arms crossed. Number Five opened the file, on a white piece of paper laid a large smiley face. Y/N groaned but instantly shut up when the bathroom door opened and the sound of heels clouded her hearing.

“Shit.” Five whispered, eyes wide as he looked at Y/N. If anyone caught them in here together it would look fairly weird. Y/N quickly used her powers to illusion in the Handler’s eyes that it was only Five in the stall, seemingly making herself invisible to one person.

“So, how's your first day going?” She asked, stepping into the stall beside theirs.

“Couldn't be better."

“Glad to hear it.” The woman started to urinate, and Y/N fought back the urge to gag at the sound. Five shot her a look, as if telling her to shut up. He moved to shove the folder back up his shirt when the Handler started to make dry noises. This time, Y/N couldn’t fight it and gagged the slightest. Her noise made the Handler stop and Five to cover her mouth with his hand.

“You okay?” Came the woman’s voice. after a moment of silence.

“Yeah. Fine.” The Boy’s eyes darted over Y/N’s, afraid she’d make another sound and get them caught. The Handler seemed to dismiss his answer.

“I burned my rugae. Ever burn your rugae? Rugae.” Five removed his hand to continue to shove the folder up his shirt. “The ridges on the hard palate that help pass food to the esophagus. Anyway, I'm on a liquid diet for two days, hence the marathon of urination. One faulty cog, and nothing works as it should. You know, we value integrity at the office above all else. Trust is essential, and that trust is built over time. But in the event of a breach, the Commission will act swiftly and without mercy. An efficiency I'm sure you above all people can appreciate, Number Five.” She flushed the toilet, stepping out of the stall. “I'm feeling peckish. Have you had your lunch? Has Y/N?” 

“Not yet.” He answered back, fixing his tie and crossing his arms.

“Great.” She washed her hands and then dried them. “How would you both like to lunch with me in my office? You can eat solid foods, and I can live vicariously..” Y/N looked up and almost screamed. The Handler’s eyes peeking over the stall to stare at Five. Number Eight swore she stopped breathing for the moment. “through you.”

Five smiled tight at her. “Sounds great.”

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“And that's how Phil determined that the archduke just had to go.” The Handler slurped her drink. She sat at her desk as Five and Y/N sat in the chairs placed in front of it. “Care for dessert?”

Five shook his head. “I had a bad Twinkie in the apocalypse once. It kind of put me off desserts.” The Handler look to Y/N, who shook her head.

“Please, indulge me.” She pushed the tray of candies towards the two. Y/N sighed and picked one up, opening the wrapper and popping it into her mouth. Five doing the same. “What's that taste like to you?”

“The 1950s?” They answered at the same time, causing them to stare at each other,

“Precisely right. Our clever metaphysics division concocted a way to perfectly distill an entire decade into a single candy. This one's modeled after the Fudge Mutt, America's favorite in 1955.”

“Remarkable.” “You'll be happy to know it's the very division that's building your new body. Oh, that reminds me. I have something for you too.” She spoke into her pager and called for someone to bring in boxes. A few seconds later, a woman brought in two boxes, setting them in front of Y/N and Five. “Go ahead. Open it.” And they did. Y/N eyes widened as she saw a suit that clearly would not fit her. They where made for a woman’s body.

“Clothes make the person, children. Won't it be nice when you can actually wear it? Very soon, I assure you. They're perfecting both your bodies as we speak.”

Y/N gulped. It was weird hearing that this place she barley knew was going to give her a woman’s body. She was going to be grown up, like she never got to before. “Um, t-thank you.” 

Five worriedly looked at her. “It's a very kind gift.” He nodded, looking around the room. He sensed that this must’ve been awkward for Y/N, wanting to find something to change the subject. “Is that a Chinese flamethrower?”

“Good eye.” Five stalked towards it. “War. Such a fascinating concept.” The handler patted Y/N’s shoulder before standing up and following Five. “A temporary salve for a permanent human flaw. Course, it's a bit easier to see from 30,000 feet. These are just some of the things I've collected in my travels. M26 grenades from the Vietnam War. And this, the most noteworthy, perhaps. My Walther pistol. The very one Hitler used to kill himself. We're not supposed to take these kind of things, but he wasn't gonna use it anymore. Feel how perfectly balanced that is. Hm?” She passed it to Five. 

“We had some thoughts we wanted to run by you. Some suggestions to improve Commission protocol.”

“Mm! Shaking things up already.” She took the gun from his hands. “I admire that.” She bopped his nose. “Go on. Do tell!”

“Gloria.” Y/N said, looking at the Handler who sat back down at her desk. She hummed. “The tube operator. Wouldn't it be, I don’t know, simpler if case managers were to send their own messages?”

“I appreciate the thought. I really do. But everyone loves Gloria. I-I would never hear the end of it. She's been with the Commission family for years, and she's this close to making pension.” Y/N clinched her fists as a knock sounded on the door.

“Sorry to interrupt, May I have a moment alone?” Dot says.

“Of course. Duty calls. We'll continue this discussion later, Eight.”

Y/N nodded. “Sure.”

“May I” Five pointed to the bowl of candies. 

“Please.” He snagged a few, grabbing Y/N’s hand and leading them both out.

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Five and Y/N hid behind a wall, waiting for the perfect moment to start their plan. Once the coast was clear, Five jumped them into the tube room, hiding them behind a wall when Dot entered.

“Gloria, the Handler knows that Five and Eight are up to something. Get this to Hazel and Cha-Cha immediately. Immediately.”

“Okay. Yeah. Who are they?” Gloria mumbled to herself. Five jumped behind Gloria and hit the back of her head with a stapler, making her fall unconscious. Y/N ran from her place and grabbed the tube, throwing it to Five who was already sitting at desk with the typewriter to re-write the message to be sent. He opened the tube, taking the previous note out, scanned it, then started writing.

He threw one tube to Y/N, who caught it with ease and put it in the tube vacuum, Five doing the same with the other one, sending their messages to the masked intruders.

“You know that's not how we do things here.” Shit. “Where's Gloria?”

“Don't know. Couldn't find her anywhere.” As if on cue, Gloria groaned from the Handler. She turned around, seeing Gloria’s feet stick out from her desk. Five took a step away from the tube he was leaning on, pulling Y/N with him. “You're both a great disappointment to me. You can't change what's to come, Five and Eight. I truly find it so odd that you can't shed this fantasy. You're a first-rate pragmatist. You belong here with us. Eight belongs with us.”

“I don't belong anywhere, thanks to you.” His jaw was slack as he spoke with venom. “You made me a killer. And you’re not going to do the same with Y/N.”

“You were always a killer. I just pointed you in a direction. Eight has so much to offer, so much life ahead of her she never got to live.” The Handler unzipped the front of her skirt, pulling out a gun. Five jumped the two out of the way as she fired. It was now game on.

The Handler kept shooting aimlessly at anything that moved an inch, much like the masked people at the store. Five and Y/N kept still has they moved around to avoid getting shot. As the Handler walked down the room, Five pushed a cart at her, which she stop with her heel and shot at the spot he was in. Only for him to be gone.

“What's the rush, Five? We're just getting started.”

Hell yeah we are.

Five jumped in front of the Handler. “Is this how you want the last line of your report to read?”

He held a sick, sweet smile on his face. “When I'm done, I'm done, I guess.”

“You can't keep this up, Five. We both know that even you have a limit. I saved you from a lifetime of being alone. You owe me.” Her face was hard as she clicked her gun, but nothing happened. Her ammo was low and her gun was caught. The Handler turned around when she heard a sweet but sinister laugh from behind her. “Hmm, of course he owe a debt. Typical Five.” The man at mention jumps to stand next to Y/N. The girl undoes the top of a grenade, getting it ready to be exploded. “But it's not to you.” With a smirk, she rolls it on the floor where it lands in front of the Handler’s feet. Number Eight grabs Five’s hand and runs the both of the out, Five leans against the wall outside of the door, wrapping his arms around Y/N’s back as her face was stuffed in his chest.

The heat from the fire pushing out of the room was almost unbearable, but it ended as quickly as it started. Five wasted no time jumping with Y/N to the briefcase room and grabbing one, setting the date to 2019. He grabbed the extra grenade from his pocket and opened it with his teeth, setting it between two cases as they ran out of the room, exploding it. Just before the explosion could reach them, they were gone.

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WEDNESDAY. 8:15 am (...again)

“Je-Jesus!” Allison yelled out, watching as her two siblings fell from the sky. Five landed on a briefcase, with Y/N landing on top of him. Both groaning.

“You guys, am I still high, or do you see them, too?”

“Five, Y/N, where have you been?” Luther asked as Y/N rolled off Five, almost falling onto the ground before Monkey Man caught her. Her head was pounding.

“Are you all right?” Allison asked, catching Five who also rolled off the briefcase and nearly on the floor. 

“Who did this?” 

“Irrelevant.” Five stood up, snatching Allison’s coffee and walking forward for a moment to regain his senses. He drank what was left of it and sighed, turning around to face his family. “So, the apocalypse is in three days. The only chance we have to save our world is, well, us.”

“The Umbrella Academy.”

“Yeah,” Y/N groaned, hand on her head. “but with Five, clearly.”

“So if y'all don't get your sideshow acts together and get over yourselves, we're screwed. Who cares if Dad messed us up? Are we gonna let that define us? No. And to give us a fighting chance to see next week, we’ve come back with a lead. We know who's responsible for the apocalypse.” He passes the crumpled paper to Allison’s stretched hand. “This is who we have to stop.”

“Harold Jenkins?”

“Who the hell is Harold Jenkins?” Diego spoke, his hands on both of Y/N’s shoulders, searching her face for any cuts or bruises. Five slurped the rest of the coffee, not saying anything as everyone else looked at him.

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[nowitswetme]

Body Parts that drive Dean crazy

Word Count: ~700

Warnings: kissing, the tiniest bit of objectification, mostly pure fluff

A/n: part of the Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet  (most of which promises to be a bit less sweet and a lot more naughty than this particular little piece)

Listen, Dean loves your whole body. Every last inch.

Hell yes, I do. Ain’t a curve on you that I don’t go crazy for, Sweetness. You drive me absolutely fuckin’ nuts, and you know it.

You’re not always in love with your body, but Dean always makes sure you know that he is. Whether you’re all glammed up and dressed to turn heads on a night out or lounging around in sweats and a woke-up-like-this mess of a vibe, he’s addicted to you. It’s torture anytime I have to keep my hands off of you, y/n. Or my mouth for that matter. Or my anything.

But weirdly, he’s kinda obsessed with your hair. It’s gorgeous and soft and it smells like heaven and it distracts him. Like, routinely. He’s always having to pull himself from thoughts of wrapping his hands in it and ravishing you with kisses until your knees give out and your pussy’s throbbing. It’s a little annoying, ya know. Hair really shouldn’t make me hard. You’re too damn beautiful. But he wouldn’t change it. He loves how turned on he gets by every little thing about you. And on the sweeter side, he didn’t expect waking-up-to-your-hair-in-his-face to be something he’d love so much. It reminds him that you’re next to him before he even opens his eyes, and it’s an even better morning pick-me-up than coffee. And your nose crinkles up SO cute when you’re amused with something. It’s adorable. He can’t help but smile when you look so damn gorgeous without even trying.

And your feet. How you manage to keep them looking so pretty and polished when they’re constantly in boots and chasing after monsters is completely beyond him. I’m kinda glad you do though – givin’ you foot rubs is my favorite way to start your, uh…  full-body massages. ‘bout time for one too – lean back and let me make you feel reeeaal good, y/n. There ya go.

And your lips are insanely enticing. Oooo yeah. Definitely your lips. Can’t get enough of those. They’re even more distracting than your hair. You have a tendency to bite on them when you’re deep in thought, and it’s the most tempting thing Dean’s ever experienced. He’d do better to look away so he can actually focus on what he’s supposed to be doing, but he just can’t tear his eyes away from your mouth. Fuck, he wants to have them all over him.   And don’t forget your ass. It’s fantastic, y/n. Walking in to see you bent over takin’ a pie out of the oven was for sure the day I knew I was in love. He says it like he’s joking, but there’s a soft sincerity in his gorgeous green eyes that tells you he means it. He walked in to see your rear end in the air and your hands grabbing his very favorite food that you’d made just for him and he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with that view. Actually, yeah, all of it. It’s all fucking amazing. And it’s time you accepted it, Sweetness.

As far as his body goes, he never really thought that much about it. It’s always been strong and solid and pretty damn attractive and he figures that’s about all he can ask from it. He blushes and brushes you off when you start talking about the parts you love about him, but in reality it makes his heart feel like it’s gonna burst from the warmth of your love and he can’t believe he gets to be with someone who’s so precious. He’s learned to love his freckles and his green eyes and his quick hands and his bow legs and his strong shoulders and his countless other unique details, simply for the fact that you love them so much. It’s just one example of how he’s learning to see himself differently through your eyes, and it scares him a little but mostly he’s just thrilled to finally feel whole for the first time in his life.

Alright, alright. That’s enough about that. Go back to the top and read about you again. I’ll tell you how fuckin’ hot you are as many times as you wanna hear it, y/n – cause it’s all I think about. All the time.

[sukirichi]

total opposites

You and Toge swap bodies after encountering a fairytale curse, and similar to its origin, it also takes a fairytale method to break it.

REQUEST. body swap au + best friends to lovers

CONTENT/WARNINGS. slight crack fic, some cursing, implications of nsfw but nothing explicit, just Toge being a not-so closet pervert, usual best friend bickering, reader is fem bodied, unedited story (I should stop saying this, everyone knows I don’t edit my stuff)

NOTES. I enjoyed writing this, tysm for the request anon, this was really cute! definitely this is shooting up in one of my fav works ever (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

You stretched your arms overhead, feeling great after sleeping in. It wasn’t common of you to sleep this late, but you and Toge had gone stargazing the night before. A smile made its way to your face as you reminisced him reciting rice ball ingredients, signing that he was telling poetry to ‘match the mood’ until you’d both fallen asleep on the soft blanket atop a hill.

You don’t remember how you made it back to your room, but figured that Toge had carried you back home before the sun rose. Making a mental note to thank your best friend later, you yawned as you padded out to your room, hands rubbing in circles at your stomach.

Hopefully breakfast would be amazing today.

The door next to you opened, revealing your younger classmate, and you frowned, because wasn’t Kugisaki your next door neighbour? Well, whatever, he, Yuuji, and Kugisaki might’ve taken advantage of the rare, peaceful weekend that they probably had a movie marathon the night before.

“Morning, Megumi!” you greeted, coughing a bit when you sounded off, throat a little horse and itchy. At the sound of your voice, Megumi stilled in his tracks, eyes wide at you. His comical expression had you barking in laughter, shooting finger guns his way as you wiggled your eyebrows. “Ey, be a good dog and bark for me, will you?”

Semi-visible sonic waves drifted like waves after one another out your mouth. Megumi scowled before he froze the next second, ears perked up and backside wagging in replacement of a tail. “Woof woof!”

“What the hell?” you reeled back in slight disgust, your underclassman’s cheeks burning red. Then, your lips grazed against a soft cloth, making you look down.

You blinked back once. Twice. You were definitely...built different today. Curiously, you tugged at the zipper peaking out from your black collar, the familiar zhoop sound of the zipper burned into your memory after hearing your best friend do it countless times before.

In front of you, Megumi screeched – the most noise he’d made ever since you met him – his jaw dropped open while you – or rather Toge stood at the end of the hallway, his hands squeezing at your breasts that were still under last night’s pyjamas. You blinked back once. Then twice, steam pouring from your nose when Toge, in your body, pointed at his body. 

“Oh, oh!” your scream bounced off the hallways hard enough that Panda slammed his door open, about to tell everyone to shut up when your voice let out a high-pitched scream.

“What are you doing in my body?!”

Looking down at where Toge was pointing, you were greeted by the sight of his dark uniform and sock clad feet, your chest replaced with hard muscles instead of the soft flesh. You turned to Toge with a stupefied look that mirrored his, both of you falling on the ground with fists pounding on the hardwood floor.

“I’m a fucking girl!” he cried out, whether out of happiness or frustration, it was hard to tell.

Meanwhile, you zipped his collar back up, tugging at his off-white hair as you forced yourself to remember his limited vocabulary. “BONITO FLAKES!”

Now you understood Toge’s frustration of being a cursed speech user. 

“Bonito Flakes” definitely did not hold the same fury as “FUCK” did.

“You and I need to set down some boundaries,” you signed to him, brows pulled together. Toge seemed to be enjoying this sudden body swap a lot more than you did since he hadn’t stopped posing in the mirror the moment you pushed him back to your room, locking it shut to get some privacy. “You are not, under any circumstances, allowed to shower, do you understand?”

Toge scowled at your words, sassy as ever with his hands placed on his hips, buttocks jutted out. You hated, absolutely hated that he used your body this way because this time you couldn’t even laugh – not when seeing your body felt this awkward.

“You would really rather me stink?”

“You can’t undress too! Ever! Or if you will, your eyes better be closed. No peeking too!”

“Y/N, you and I grew up together. I’ve already seen everything,” he rolled his eyes, earning him a hard slap from the arm. Considering he was a lot more muscular than you were, your hit came a lot harder. “Ow!” he protested, rubbing the sore spot that ached, only to laugh at the sounds emitting from his lips. “Wow, I have to admit that this is really fun though. I’m actually talking,” he announced, “Hey, say salmon for me.”

“Bonito flakes!” you shook your head, “The moment Principal Yaga is back, we’re going to talk to him, okay? I don’t want to be stuck in your body any longer!”

“Please, you’re lucky you get to feel me up,” he winked at you, taking your (his) hands to flatten it on his stomach. “Come on, come on, feel my abs!” Whack. “Would you please stop slapping me? Your body is a lot more delicate than mine and my hands are – stop slapping me!”

Feeling bad for your friend and not wanting to abuse your body too much, you raised your hands in surrender with a roll of your eyes. “I can’t take you seriously with that voice. You’re too cute.”

“Complimenting ourselves now, aren’t we?” he scoffed, “Well, whatever, you are cute, especially when you’re angry. Such a shame I can’t see you do that right now because my handsome face is looking back at me.”

“I won’t hesitate to choke you, my friend.”

“You wouldn’t. You adore your body too much,” contrary to his words, Toge pulled a defensive stance. You threw a pillow at him, to which he easily dodged, clutching at the hem of your pyjamas afterwards. “Speaking of bodies, I really need to pee.”

“Hold it!”

“Are you insane? I’m not holding it, you’re going to kill us both!”

“Fine, I’ll take you to the rest room then,” you tugged at the hood of your shirt, pushing him inside the communal female restroom. Toge stood in the middle shock still, evidently flustered at the stalls and lack of urinals. You flicked a finger on his forehead, finger pointed to a stall. “Go pee. That’s my body – I need to make sure you’re not going to do anything weird with it.”

“I thought you trusted me, friend. Why would you think I’d touch you that way?”

You gave him an ‘are you serious?’ look. “You jack off every fucking night, Toge. I can hear you even from the next hallway. Plus, you’re a horny teenage male, who’s to say you wouldn’t be curious and try to see what female masturbation feels like?”

His eyes lit up at the idea, fist coming down to bounce at the palm of his hand as he nodded. “That’s actually a good idea—”

“Don’t you even dare.”

“What?!” you and Toge both exclaimed. He faced you with utter horror written on his face and you gasped, slapping both palms over your lips.

“It is true,” Principal Yaga affirmed with a grim look on his face. He’d recently got back to fetch your troublesome Gojo-Sensei who’d been caught starting a ruckus in Roponggi while women flocked around him, leading to your principal to haul his ass back to the school grounds. “Some curses are manifested through daily objects, and sometimes even through nature. That shooting star you saw was an example of that.”

“But is kissing really necessary?” Toge queried with a wary gaze sent your way.

“It’s a fairytale curse. It can only be broken through a true love’s kiss.”

“But sir, Toge and I have never dated anyone before. How can we miraculously fall in love with someone to break this curse overnight?”

“It doesn’t have to happen overnight. Sometimes, a simple crush will do,” Principal Yaga sighed, scratching his bald head with his face pulled deep in thought. “Y/N, you have a crush on Gojo-Sensei right? I’m going to kill him if he actually kisses you – and knowing that damn brat he might if you ask him – but I think a kiss on the cheek will suffice. For now, you both just have to...broaden your relationships. Maybe go out on dates.”

“I don’t mind that. In fact, I’m going to have the time of my life,” Toge cheered, his mood dampening once he saw you stiffen. “But my body is...”

Knowing full well that he’d get insecure over his lack of speech again, you glared at him hard enough that your best friend straightened up, lips puckered out in a pout as if you hadn’t just caught him talking badly about himself again when you’ve told him countless times he was perfectly fine the way he was.

It made you sigh, feeling slightly bad that until now he still couldn’t see himself the way you saw him – not that you’d ever vocalize this; Toge would never shut up (in the best way he could) if he had the slightest idea what went inside your head.

“You’re lucky you have a pretty face. Otherwise, it’s going to be impossible for anyone to like you,” you teased instead, somewhat flustered at your indirect compliment.

Toge merely scoffed at you, his gaze burning and hard, contrasting the teasing little shit grin he wore. “Oh, please, if I wasn’t the cursed speech user, I would’ve banged—”

“Kids!” Principal Yaga threw his dolls at you hard, the both of you clutching at your heads in pain. How were those dolls as heavy as rocks? “Take your bickering back to your rooms please. No more of this mess and noise. It’s late.”

You frowned at the old man, face pleading as you signed, “Principal Yaga, can’t we really do anything else? Aren’t there any techniques to undo this?”

You and Toge knew that combination so well – pitch black eyes, jaw clenched, lips pursed and palms interlaced under his chin – one that meant his words were final and irrevocable. None of you could argue or suggest more solutions the moment the words left his lips like an ultimate decree. “The technique is the kiss. Now leave.”

You and Toge tried, you both really did. 

But following Principal Yaga’s suggestion of dating others had turned out to be a complete fail – even with your normal body and Toge’s physical charisma. 

It simply didn’t work; not when Megumi ran away from you every time you tried to get him to kiss you with your arms wide open, and Toge wasn’t helping either by pushing Gojo-Sensei away from you every time the cheeky eyed teacher announced his willingness to help.

Eventually, you and your best friend had retired in his room, the scent of him coated all over his pillows and his shirt that you wore. That felt comforting, at least, and you buried yourself in the crook of your body’s neck, bodies tangled with one another.

Who knew dating could be so tiring?

A wave of irritation flashed over you from today’s events, knowing full well that this could’ve been avoided long ago. Scowling, you cuddled Toge closer, lightly flicking your fingers on your body’s chest. “This is your damn fault, Toge.”

“You were the one who asked me to stargaze with you.”

“You don’t always have to say no to everything I ask of you, you know.”

“You’re really dumber than I thought if you think I could easily say no to you,” he snorted above you, his chin resting atop your head. “I don’t have a lot of weakness because I’m a strong sorcerer—” another flick, a harsher one this time around. “Okay, okay, I’m just kidding! But I mean it though – you’re my best friend and my weakness. Of course I’d do anything to make you happy, even if it’s something as stupid as stargazing.”

“Hey!” you made a sound of protest in your throat, looking back at him with a frown. “It wasn’t stupid, it was romantic.”

Hell yeah, it was romantic indeed – your heart still skipped a beat every time you remembered Toge’s starry eyes matching the night sky’s beauty, the words salmon and mustard leaf surprisingly sexy every time it came from him. It was stupid – so fucking stupid – that you groaned into his chest to hide your flushed face.

“Yeah, I suppose it was.”

The room fell silent, your syncopated breathing soothing during this stressful times. Taking advantage of your voice, Toge began to hum, singing the songs you both had always listened to in the privacy of your room during lazy days. It brought a smile to your face as you clutched to him tighter, heart pounding in your chest as you gazed up at him, tapping his chin to get his attention. “Toge, can I say something weird?”

“Please, nothing you say surprises me anymore. Shoot.”

Your mouth began to dry as you cleared your throat in an attempt to hide your awkwardness, gaze pointedly averted from his prying ones. “You and I...we’ve known each other for a long time and we love each other. As best friends, of course.”

“Sheesh, friendzone much?”

“Would you please shut up and listen to me seriously for once?” you huffed, making him snicker, but nodded at you anyway to continue. “As I was saying – why don’t we kiss? It could be true love’s kiss.”

Toge didn’t speak for a good minute, the pregnant pause filling in the gap filled with tension. You taped his cheek, waving his hand in front of his eyes when he dazed out. When his gaze focussed back on you, Toge was surprisingly calm – although beneath that composed exterior, his mind had simply short-circuited. “If this is your way to get to make out with me, I’m going to sock you in the face.”

“Toge, I’m serious! Let’s kiss!”

“I don’t want to!” he shook his head indignantly, hiding his face by hugging you close to his chest instead.

“Why not? Don’t you want to swap back to your original body? Both of us haven’t showered in two days and I’m sick of the way you smell. You’re lucky I love you though, otherwise I’m going to cry. Come on, Toge, what’s holding you back?” you tried to fight back from his grip, but he’d surprised you both when he only squeezed you tighter, both your erratic heart rates matching the other.

“I said no.”

“Toge, it’s just a damn kiss, what’re you so afraid of?”

“I’m afraid that if we don’t swap back, then that means you don’t love me the way I love you!” he finally admitted, breathing hard before continuing. “Principal Yaga said it must be a kiss between lovers and not just platonic friends okay?” you attempted to scramble away from his arms again, and this time he let you, though he’d closed his eyes, cheek squished on the pillows as he murmured, “I don’t want you to reject me... even though I messed up already.”

“Wait,” you snapped your fingers to make him open his eyes, hesitant as you signed, “You...you love me that way?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Why not?”

“Because my face is staring back at me and it’s fucking awkward – I wanted to see your face when I confessed!” he sat up with a frustrated groan, childishly kicking off the sheets of the bed as he clutched his head in his hands. “I had everything planned, okay? Nobara and Yuuji helped me think of everything because Megumi is shit when it comes to love. Listen, I was going to ask you on a candlelit date and then maybe kiss the life out of you – if you feel the same way—”

“Kiss me.” The body he possessed a victim of his own powers, Toge was left with no choice but to grab your face before his mouth pressed against yours, fingers entangled into the other’s hair. You were smiling into the kiss the whole time, barely able to recognize when Toge had shifted your bodies until you were under him, his hands running down your sides lovingly the whole time. 

Pulling away to get some air, you opened your eyes, unsurprised when Toge laid above you, his strong arms planted beside your head.

Both of you were breathing hard from the passionate kiss filled with so much sexual tension and longing, your tongue darting out to swipe at his taste on your lips. The laughter that bubbled out of you was pure, wholesome and swollen like your heart. “I love you too, idiot.”

“Salmon!” Toge peppered your cheeks with kisses, pulling out more gleeful laughter from you, his playful and loving attacks more of a gift than a punishment. Once you’d recovered from your happiness – although really, who could recover after that? – Toge unzipped his collar, his smile nothing but wicked when he commanded, “Kiss me again.”

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The Oaths We Keep (Din Djarin x GN! Reader)

CW: ANGST! LONGING! DESIRE! Mild sexy mentions mostly longing and anxiety. Quick mention of canon world beverage/liquor.

WC: 900

AN: This is my very first Mando/Pedro piece. I have been rewatching The Mandalorian and it just felt right. Be gentle with me. I hope my fellow Mando/Pedro fans enjoy it! I also do not remember who my 'everything' list is and since this is an entirely new realm for me, I will tag a few mutuals that I know enjoy Mando and my writing. If you want to be tagged in my additional adventures let me know! (I prob will get a tag list for this blog going!)

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Din watched the gradual rise and fall of your chest. He ached to touch you. The thought of removing his gloves and smoothing his fingers over your skin caused discomfort in places that had been dormant for as long as he could remember.

It hadn’t taken long for his affection for you to grow. He fought this internal battle at every turn since deciding to escort you back to your home planet. The fact that he had agreed to this arrangement at all was an example enough of how quickly you had captivated him.

Din knew that something was evolving under the surface for you as well. He sensed the changes in you, how your body responded differently when his attention was concentrated on you, the hitch in your tone when you addressed him late at night after a few too many mugs of Ne'tra gal.

This wasn’t the first time he garnered this type of attention before but never with this intention. Mostly, would-be suitors were drawn in by the mystery of the order; begging to see what was under the helmet.

Din would patiently shut them down and exit. But he couldn’t always escape the desperate need for touch. The memories of those rare moments of weakness brought a rush of warmth throughout his body. These instances were fleeting and meaningless and much to his bedmate’s disappointment, the helmet never came off.

There had been many times throughout his life as a Mandalorian when he questioned his choices. But you, he never could have prepared for. Your easy smile and the sound of your laugh as you played with the child.

You instantly loved the tiny green babe, insisting on holding him in your arms rather than letting him ride in his hovering pram. The child accepted and held to you as if you had always been there all along.

Din stood and exhaled slowly, moving his way out into the cool night air. He needed to pull himself together. Walking a few steps away from the ship, he dropped to the ground, pulling off his helmet. Running his hand through his matted hair, he focused on the sound of his breathing.

He wasn’t naive to the rituals of romance. Din had witnessed his fair share of coupling from the shadows of the countless cantinas he had squatted in over the years. It wasn’t in the cards for him.

He had accepted that in his younger days. But this was new, terrifying, and all-devouring. He trusted you, let you inside. You listened to him talk of bitter memories that tormented him over the years. You laughed at his horrible quips and your company brought him comfort that he hadn’t known.

He wished to fall into your arms, and let you consume him. Have you cradle his head to your bare breast and allow your divine legs to envelop him; hold him.

He yearned to pour every ounce of himself into you, let you see behind the mask. Make you understand what you did to him physically, emotionally. He longed to memorize the curves of your body and savor the taste of you on his lips. Hear you moan his name. Din shuddered at the thoughts that raced in his mind.

Many moments passed with Din on his knees, silently begging, berating himself to let this go. Your voice shattered the cycling turmoil. Din froze. You stood mere inches from his crouched form.

Worried, when you woke to find him missing. You discovered his helmet was off, the closer you got to him. Knowing that it was against his order, you respectfully kept your distance despite the desire to see his face roaring through your veins.

“Is everything okay?” You questioned your eyes quickly scanning the surroundings. There appeared to be no danger in sight. Din cleared his throat, painfully aware of how easily he could turn and face you.

He could tell you how the crushing weight in his chest was becoming unbearable the closer you got to your final home destination. The notion of never seeing you again made him want to give up everything he had believed in, break the oath and promise he had made.

Din bent and picked up his helmet. His thumb stroked the shining Beskar steel. Clearing his throat, he placed his helmet back over his head. Turning, he nodded.

“Everything is fine. Just needed some air.” He breathed motioning you back towards the ship. You followed his request knowing that something had transpired in those moments, he had spent alone. You restrained yourself from grabbing his hand. Instinctively you wished to comfort him in his apparent distress.

There were so many things you dreamed to tell him but the words wouldn’t come. You knew that the man that strode beside you was first and foremost a Mandalorian.

Din stopped and allowed you to go ahead of him into the ship. He kept his distance as you checked on the child before moving towards the nest you made of blankets. He couldn’t look at you, not right now.

Not when he was so weakened and ready to leave behind everything that ever mattered to him. Mumbling a ‘sleep well’ Din huddled himself in the cockpit. He would finish out this mission like he promised he would. He would deliver you home.

This is the way.

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Butler

Levi Ackerman x F!Reader

Overview: Levi is a butler for your family, and you can’t help but fancy him

Warnings: Cursing, pushy parents, angst, smut, fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, age gap (legal of course), that filthy talk (mild), hair pulling, slight choking

Requested by @heyyharuhi (thank you for this request, as soon as i read the idea i started on it)

Okay, i’m going to admit.... i’m too lazy to proof read this. Work is kicking my ass and i just want to sleep. hopefully i didn’t fuck up too bad. I tend to type faster than my mind is thinking... so i apologize in advance for the typos. enjoy :)

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The room is hot, almost enough to make ones skin feel as if it’s on fire. Maybe that had to do with the anger everyone at the dinner table is feeling. The scrunching face of your father and mother as the look of disbelief is spread across their features. Not to mention how silent it is, so uncomfortably silent. The sound of your fork scraping across the table is all that can be heard.

Your father takes in a deep breath, eyes closing in utter frustration. “Tell me again why you don’t like this boy? He’s taken you out to dinner several times now, and has been very kind to our family,” you can only roll your eyes at your fathers words. All they care about is setting you up with a wealthy stuck up man, not someone who will bring happiness. “And every time he flirted with the waitress,” you snap, “also, he has horrible manners.”

It’s sad the situation you’re in, really. This has been going in the family for years, the children not getting to choose who they marry. Of course they could’ve rejected and rejected until their parents gave up, but no one has been able to push through. Your mother is a perfect example with having to marry your father. A stuck up man who you’ve never even seen smile at your mother, it’s saddening. “The man has money, lots of it, and you know how much we’re struggling right now,” your mother says with the same look of disbelief.

The double doors to the dining room swing open, making the conversation come to a pause. There he stood, your butler, with a tray of freshly poured drinks. He has the same expressionless look as always as he strides over to the table setting each cup down. As his body stands close to yours, you can’t help but take in how good he smells. Yes it may come off as creepy, but you’d never encountered a man who smelled so fresh. Like a flower garden.

“Thank you, Levi,” you say with a small smile. Your parents never thank him or even acknowledge him and it pisses you off. The man must be in a horrible situation financially if he’s willing to put up with your parents. They always complain about money yet have maids, chefs, and butlers. As if they can’t do anything for themselves. Levi nods at you with a small smirk in reply before exciting the room.

The rest of dinner goes in, filled with arguments and insults. Just a regular night in this family. It’s frustrating, really, how your parents only care about money. They don’t even care for you, or even themselves. All the two want is to appear rich to everyone else. It’s all about image, that’s it. Why care about those things when you can have love and happiness? That’s all you’ve ever wanted.

Since you were a teen, your parents have been shoving stuck up boy after stuck up boy in your direction. Each one has bragged about their live’s, and how women love them. None have even bothered to ask you a personal question. To get to know you in anyway. Each one saw women as a pretty thing to wear on their arms for public gatherings. And any other time you’d just be seen as another maid to them, it’s the sad truth.

Women are pushed around by men, especially in this life style. All that matters is money and looks. Love won’t get your name respected by others, that’s the power of money. The people you call your parents have never been affectionate towards one another, not that you’ve ever witnessed. It’s not wonder they only ended up having one child. Usually by this age, in your family at least, people are married. Some even have a kid of their own on the way. But you just keep rebelling until they give up, that’s what you’re hoping for.

It’s late now and the hallways are dimly lit, not a sound to be heard. At times like this your mind wanders. Thinking about Levi, which isn’t a good idea. Sure he’s really good looking, but there’s no way he could be interested. When he’d first started coming around, a few months ago, you immediately wanted to get closer to him. Then you learned of his age which was something you definitely weren’t expecting. The man looked around the same age as you.

The sound of a faint hum can be heard from down the hall. It sounds like it’s coming from the living area. As you round the corner you see him standing there. Levi sat on the couch with a book perched in his hands, the lamp lit up next to him. His eyes move to your frame and jumps at your presence. The maids and butlers have their own area of the home to stay in during the night, which is really shitty may you add. He shouldn’t be here during this time. If your parents were to see him there they’d throw a fit.

Before he could react you’re walking towards him, sitting next to him on the red sofa. “What are you reading?” Levi is at a loss for words, really, this has his heart racing. Yet he manages to choke out, “Just some cheap poetry book.” The two of you had only talked a handful of times, and it was never real conversation. The man has always found you beautiful and can’t believe you haven’t gotten married yet. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” You ask and he lets out a small laugh, “Couldn’t you ask yourself that?”

Levi feels his chest tighten as you move closer to him, looking at the pages of his book. This whole things was off to him. The man had never seen you in anything but a dress, yet here you were in nothing but a shirt and shorts. He always imagined you to sleep in some sort of fancy silk nightgown. And yes, he thinks about what you wear to bed. He has scolded himself for where his mind has gone to thinking about you, but he can’t help himself. You’ve always been so kind to him.

“You should let me borrow this book sometime,” you say with a small smile. You’re inches away from his face now, eyes peering into one another’s. “Of course,” he gulps. The room fell silent. He isn’t sure if he is reading this moment correctly. One thing he is sure of is he’s definitely not the type of man you need to get caught up with. As this thought crosses his mind he’s quick to stand up off the sofa. “It’s getting late, I should get to bed.” Before you can say a word, he’s walking out of the room.

Complete and utter failure. That was your chance to get closer to him and you ended up scaring him off. Did you come across too forward? Sure you’d gotten rather close to him but you didn’t that that was too far. Was it? You let out a loud huff before falling face first into a pillow, groaning into it.

You were just a young girl who couldn’t decide her future, what could you possibly offer him? He’s older and has his shit figured out, it seems like it at least. As you mentally scold yourself for embarrassing yourself, Levi is in his room doing the same exact thing. He has found you breathtaking from day one and constantly wanted to get to know you. Then the moment you two are alone he panicked.

The man is grown, almost forty, and has been with countless women. Not to brag, he’s just never been one for settling. Then here comes a girl, younger and less experienced than him yet he’s the one choking up. Maybe it was the thought of your parents finding out that got the best of him. They may actually die of shock if they knew you even talked to him in the way you did, in your sweet voice. Or worse, they’d kill Levi themselves.

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The next day rolls around, then the next, and so on. It seems like Levi is avoiding you to the furthest extent that he can and it’s really pissing you off. You don’t think he’s required to like you, but you’re still kind to him. You still try and brighten his day with a smile or a simple, “how are you?” Yet he won’t even stick around long enough for you to ask. Did you make him that uncomfortable? You’d rather hear him reject you then have this awkwardness floating in the air.

Knowing that you could’ve possibly made him feel uncomfortable really started to eat at your conscious. For awhile you stopped wandering the halls at night searching for him. Most of the times, after the first encounter, he’d hurry off at the first sight of you. Even through all of this your desire for him only seems to grow more intense.

Why did he have to be so damn attractive?

You lay in your bed, looking up at the ceiling. Levi is the only thing on your mind. It’s hard to not wonder what he’s doing on late nights like this. On a Sunday, your parents off doing business in town. No one here to boss him or the other workers around.Maybe he got scared off thinking of your parents catching you two so close that night, of course that’s something you keep telling yourself.

Being stuck in your home not allowed anywhere always eats away at you. Being here wasn’t something you enjoyed any day, but actually being told you can’t leave makes you feel crazy. When your parents are away they think the maids and butlers are going to pocket the entire house and run off. But you know each staff member well enough to come to the conclusion that they’d never do such a thing. If only your parents would listen to you when saying this, maybe you wouldn’t be trapped in here.

When they’re off doing business or whatnot, the staff takes that as their full opportunity to get some good sleep. Just be able to relax. Your parents always have them on the go it seems, until the sun goes down. Sometimes, most of the time, even later than that. They’ll see a book out of place and call for a maid instead of doing it themselves.

The staff has always been fond of you from the beginning. Some of the older maids watched you as a little girl. You’d always beg them to help clean or just be around them. As you grew older, you stopped asking to help and went ahead and did it anyway. If you notice they happen to miss something, which is rare, you’ll grab a duster or a broom and finish the job. It breaks your heart when your parents treat them to harshly.

That’s one of the many reasons Levi is so fond of you. Even after being raised by such pigs you still managed to be your own person. To be kind. He’d worked for other wealthy families in the past and usually every member was horrid, and treated him like dirt. Then he came here and met you, a sweet girl who loves to help.

Levi remembers when he was first joined the staff at your home. It was very hectic. He didn’t expect your parents to need such assistance. Usually families would try and do some things for themselves, but no. It seems your parents need their hands held constantly like children. It was a lot to handle at once, but you made it easier for him.

You helped him set appointments, organize, or any other unpredictable needs. He didn’t talk much, but he still made it very apparent that he appreciated all of your help. Moments like those were when you would look at him and just be in awe of his beauty. To you he was like a prince. So charming and kind, his looks are just a bonus.

You find yourself rising to your feet and leaving your room. The sun has already set and the stars are lighting up the sky. Your home is quiet now, somewhat peaceful without your parents. Without thinking, you’re in the hall walking through the darkness. Your fingers trace along the wall as your toes gently push into the carpet. You’d hate to wake anyone up this late.

As if your body knows something before you do, your stomach begins to have slight butterflies before rounding the corner into the living area. Would Levi even be up this late? it’s much later than the times he’s usually out here reading. As you turn the corner your eyes land on him and you take a silent breath, that you can’t help but hold onto for a second longer.

On the sofa sits Levi. His hair is clutched between a few of his fingers as his eyes squint at the book he’s reading, almost frustrated it seems. Instead of saying anything and scaring him off you swiftly walk to him and sit yourself down. He lets out a small, ‘ah’ at your presence, not expecting you, and you can’t help but let out a small giggle at his reaction.

“What? Not happy to see me?” The sweet smile on your face makes a blush rise to his cheeks. Of course he’s happy to see you, even if he can be complicated sometimes. “Uh, no. Not that, just didn’t expect you up so late.” That’s truly what it is. He came out here with a full expectation that you, and everyone else, would be fast asleep. “I guess we’re both night people, huh?” You shove at him lightly with your arm and he smirks.

There’s a silence that falls over you two, but it’s not uncomfortable. You can’t help but move a bit closer to him, the situation feeling all too familiar. This time Levi isn’t tensing up, or moving away. If anything, you’re pretty sure he moves closer to you ass well. “What are you reading this time?” Your sweet voice makes him shiver.

His eyes scan over your features, sticking to your lips for a little too long. This doesn’t go unnoticed by you. “Just some romance novel I picked up, it’s sorta frustrating to read.” “How so?” Your eyes sparkle in interest. Your bodies are so close, just the side of your leg pressed up against his has his heart racing. That and the fact you look beautiful right now.

“They both like each other and won’t act upon it, and it just keeps getting drawn out. All it is is boring conversation and hearing their thoughts. They should just kiss already.” He watches as your face moves closer to his, lip sinking into your bottom lip. “I think they should just kiss already, too.”

That’s all it takes for Levi to close the gap in-between you two. Your arms come up to wrap around his neck, while his hands have already started grabbing at your waist. His touch sends electricity through you. You’d only been with a few men, and Levi was already making you feel a knot in your stomach that you’d never felt before. It was a good feeling.

A feeling of excitement.

One of his, rather big, hands trail up your spine causing you to shiver at his touch. The hand goes all the way up until it reaches the base of your neck, tangling in your hair. You can’t stop yourself from moaning into the bruising kiss as his fingers tug at your locks. He smirks, and you feel it. His other hand squeezes your thigh, sending a jolt right to your heat.

Levi pulls back to examine your face, rosy cheeks and eyes half open. “Fuck, you’re breathtaking,” he cursed before diving back in. This time his lips are attack your neck, nibbling and licking as you let out high pitched sighs.

This is all happening so fast, but you love it. There is so much built up tension between the two of you and it’s all coming out. You can’t stop yourself from tugging at his shirt, a whine falls from your lips. There’s no telling how many times you’ve dreamed of seeing this man without a shirt on. He follows your complies and pulls the shirt over his head, exposing the pure glory beneath. Yes, glory.

You stare for a good moment. He’s so fit, more than you imagined. “Like what you see?” He teases with a cocky smile. “More than like, I could look at you all day.” The blush that spreads across his face doesn’t go unnoticed by you. He looks into your eyes and his hands snake under your shirt, slightly pushing you backwards until your back meets the sofa. He’s above you now, with a shit-eating grin.

When his fingers make contact with your chest he can’t help but bite his lip. You don’t have a bra on. “Do you want me as much as I want you?” You’re about to answer his question, but his fingers brush against your nipples. The action makes you let out a soft gasp at the feeling. “What was that?” He asks with that same cocky smirk, “Use your words princess.”

The pet name just sends you for another loop. “Yes,” you manage to get out, “I want you.” He presses his lips to yours, then your neck again, before discarding of your shirt. His soft lips trace down you stomach with light feathery kisses, making your breathing become uneven. His fingers loop in the waist ban of your shorts before pulling them down your legs, tossing them in some random direction.

Everything happening has your head spinning. In the best way possible, of course. His mouth is hovering about your clothes core now, it’s enough to drive you mad. Your excitement is visible on your underwear. “So wet,” he coos, his breath fanning against you. He takes off the last item on your body, leaving you bare.

For a second you want to close your legs when the shyness kicks in, but Levi acts quick. His lips attack to your clit in an instant, and your fingers fly to his hair. Tangling and pushing him closer into you. His mouth is like magic. “Fuck-“ you cut yourself off with a moan. His tongue moves up and down your slit, circling your clit. Your eyes practically roll into the back of your head.

His finger comes up to circle your entrance before pushing its way in. The way he’s working with his mouth and fingers had you seeing stars. “I’m gonna-“ right before you finish he completed stops his actions. Of course he just had to be a little shit.

“You’re going to come on my cock,” he says with a smile. Just his words alone have your stomach turning. He lines himself up with you before pushing forward slowly. You hiss at the pain, never ever have you been with someone this big. He halts his actions at the sound you make, but you’re quick to beg for me. “No, keep going, please don’t stop!”

He slams into you and you hold back a scream. The pain quickly turns into pleasure as his hips start to slam into yours. “How does that feel princess?” Him and that damn pet name again. “So, So good,” you manage to get out. Unexpectedly, his hand comes up to wrap around your throat, pressing lightly. Your eyes just about light up when he brushes against that spot.

He must of saw the sparkle in your eyes, so he does the same movement. Over, over, and over again. It doesn’t take long before you’re coming undone around him, shaking and vision blurring. His movements continue until he’s coming inside of you, deep grunts escaping his mouth. The only sound is heavy breathing as Levi lays on top of your chest.

“Do you want to go to my room and cuddle?”

Levi looks at you with a childish grin. “of course.”



[suhyla]

Assalamu Alaikum wa rehmatullahi wa barkatuhu sister. Could you provide me with an explanation about the benefits of the hijab/modest clothing for an individual and for society as a whole? I am currently a second year university student in Canada. Growing up in the West it is common to hear things such as "women have the right to their own bodies, no one should tell women what to wear, the clothing a woman chooses to wear should not be sexualized, etc" (for context). How can I increase my confidence while wearing the hijab? Lastly, could you provide me ressources or tips (ex: readings, or books) that can help me move forward in this path?

I appreciate your help and thank you very much for your time.

Wa alaykum as salam wa rahmatullah sister,

Personally, the hijab is a powerful symbol of my identity and strength as a woman and a Muslim. Living in the West, there’s so much emphasis on how we look as women. Our beauty is commodified, and though there’s this talk that the Western woman is free, there’s countless studies on how a woman’s appearance, how much makeup she wears, what kind of skirt she puts on, her choice of hairstyle, etc. impact her likelihood to be selected for a role, a job, etc. Young girls are being pressured to look a certain way because that’s deemed more beautiful, and anyone that walks into a middle school or high school will easily see how much these girls compare their faces and bodies to those of grown women, because that’s what’s considered beautiful. As much as there’s talk of body positivity, that isn’t really the case is it? There wouldn’t be calls for body positivity if body positivity was the norm in a society. So the notion that not wearing a hijab and showing skin/hair is a form of automatic freedom isn’t true. Young girls and women feeling inadequate because they constantly have to change their appearance/follow trends to feel they fit what society deems beautiful isn’t exactly freedom.

And as women, we feel that pressure too. But when you wear a hijab and modest clothes, you pull attention to more than just your appearance. The emphasis is more on your identity. The emphasis is on your mind, your words, your manners, your intelligence. You don’t have to showcase your beauty to be admired, and you’re worth more than what you look like. You’re not centering attention on your fit, your physique, or the $200 you spent at the salon to get highlights. You’re centering attention on your words and actions. You’re centering attention on the fact that you’re Muslim.

When I sit in a classroom and I’m the only person wearing a hijab and a abaya, thats a responsibility. I consciously tell myself I can’t use bad language, because I represent Islam. I can’t cheat or be rude, because that’ll leave an impression on Islam and Muslims everywhere. I hate being late to class, because when you’re the only Muslim in a lecture hall, that will negatively impact other people’s view of my brothers and sisters in Islam. It makes me aware of who I am, and constantly challenges me to live by the Prophet’s example alhamdullilah. It makes me want to seek knowledge, to be a better Muslim. It encouraged me to better learn my faith, because when Islam is brought up, I want to be the one to answer. Not some random guy who gets his information about Islam from Fox News. And alhamdullilah, non Muslims will also look to me for an answer and it gives me an opportunity to correct misconceptions and educate.

When I do an act of good, I leave a good impression on my faith and ummah. When I answer eloquently and actively participate, it’s because I remember Islam encourages seeking knowledge. When I help struggling classmates, I’m moved by the Prophet’s example to spread knowledge and be of service to others. Just last week my mother and I were on the subway, and a homeless man came and specifically asked us for change out of everyone else because, as he said, “I know you Muslims are generous.” He doesn’t know us obviously. All he sees is the hijab, and what it represents, and he knows that if he needs help, someone with a hijab will be more likely to help. When something like that happens, and other people see it, will they remember us as individuals? No, they will remember us as Muslims.

Likewise, the hijab also represents something to other Muslims. If a lost Muslim sees my hijab, they know that they can approach me and I’m obligated to help them. I can’t count the number of times I’ve also found myself struggling or alone somewhere, and another Muslim has approached me to offer help, because the hijab reinforces our bond of faith. It also sends a message that I have boundaries and respect my faith, and that I won’t engage in activities that would compromise my faith.

To me, all of these reasons make my hijab such an important part of my identity and a source of immense strength and pride. I know I’m beautiful and I don’t have to show everyone my hair or body to prove it. My akhlaq, deen, personality and intelligence are more important markers of my worth as a woman. I can wear what I want at home and with my friends, and can be as extra as I want with those I love, why does a random stranger need to see all of me to validate my beauty? My hijab gives me so much confidence, because it highlights so much of what makes me who I am. I’m beautiful with and without it, and I don’t need strangers seeing my body to tell me that.

[mizunetzu]

ok fine i'll bite

what if u made a tamaki amajiki fic but instead he's actually the UA traitor 😳 and he's actually a yandere and his target's a gender neutral 3rd year 😳 omg that would be pog

haha jk.. unless?

don't bully me pls i haven't done this b4

Miss miss miss sylviaaa 😀😀😀 I lov u miss sylviaaa

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Tamaki x reader - My Darling’s Pen

⚠️warnings - yandere Tamaki, stalking

Pronouns - genderneutral, they/them

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All it took was a pen.

A pen that dropped from their desk, one that rolled over and knocked against the side of Tamaki’s shoe. He hadn’t noticed them at all for the whole school year, but the moment they tapped him on the arm and said,

“Sorry-can you get that pen for me? It’s near your foot.”

With one of the warmest smiles he’d ever seen, he was smitten. Their voice was tantalizing, sweet and not too loud, and it graced Tamaki’s ears like wedding bells. He didn’t know he was staring until the beauty that was this person waved their hand infront of his face awkwardly.

“...Are you ok?” Their voice was full of worry. Worry for him. Tamaki’s heart swelled with the notion that he was being worried over by someone as...lovely as them.

He nodded shyly, and bent down to swoop up the pen in his hand. Their hand brushed against his when they reached over and grabbed it, and he could still feel his hand tingling even hours after. The person smiled another one of those heart clenching smiles, and looked back down at their paper.

Tamaki couldn’t focus the rest of the period.

——

When the bell dismissing them for lunch rang, and students started getting up from their seats, he once again noticed that person walking past him, talking to their friends. He wished he was part of their friend group. He didn’t know why, but that person just seemed so...cool.

The same pen from earlier bobbed from a hole in their bag’s pocket, and Tamaki cursed himself for staring once more. The pen eventually slipped completely through the small rip in their bag. The pen tumbled onto the ground, and stopped in front of Tamaki.

He picked it up. Should he return it? He looked at the door. No one was there. He was the only person standing in the classroom. Tamaki considered giving it back to them when class ended, but he found himself slowly slipping the pen into his own pocket.

‘It’s a pen’, he thought. ‘Surely they won’t miss it. It’s...it’s a pen.’

He didn’t know why he wanted to keep it so much. It was just that. A pen. He had no use for it-he had tons of other pens that no one asked to borrow because he was too shy to talk to them. It was useless.

But he found himself sitting on his bed hours later, staring blankly at the ceiling while he admired the pen or clicked it once or twice.

It was just a pen...

——

Everyday, when Tamaki would open his pencil pouch, he’d have all these other pens and pencils to choose from, ones that probably wrote way better than that person’s pen, but every single time, his eyes would land on that pen he “found on the ground” and he’d use it.

Fidgeting with the pen after class, he couldn’t help but follow this mysterious pen dropper every single day out to lunch. He wasn’t a stalker, no! He was just...figuring out the right time to return the pen they dropped. The pen they dropped a week ago...

Tamaki saw the familiar mop of (H/c)-colored hair, running past him and to their group of friends that Tamaki just so happened to memorize. He stared at them without shame, until he heard one of them speak.

“Hey, (Y/n). It-it uh, looks like Tamaki-kun wants to talk to you there.” The friend pointed at him, but he only tensed up when their eyes drifted from their friends to him and him alone.

“Oh. Uh, that guy from the big three?”

The person, (Y/n), whispered to their friends. Tamaki’s heart swelled. They knew who he was. He felt a sense of pride. He was important enough to take up space in this beautiful person’s memory. He wanted to be more important, and maybe take up some more space like he never used to want before. He wanted attention when he never used to want attention before.

“...hello?” (Y/n) was in front of him now. They looked straight into Tamaki’s eyes, and Tamaki wanted to look away immediately. He wasn’t ready. He wasn’t sure if he was just nervous like he normally is, or if it was something else. But still...

They smelled so good.

(Y/n) waved their hands in front of Tamaki’s eyes. He blinked, suddenly very aware of how he was lost in his own thoughts. He was about to apologize, and maybe turn to face the wall, until he heard (Y/n’s) lovely, lovely voice.

“You’re really shy, huh? Don’t worry, I can back up if you want me to.”

Their voice was gentle. So gentle, like something fuzzy tickling Tamaki’s nose. It made him want to crawl inside a locker and just breathe. It was heavenly. He wanted nothing more but to just...listen to this person’s kind voice.

“U-u-uh...it’s fi-ine...” Tamaki hated the way his voice was barely audible. It stood nothing against the kind, smooth, god-like voice (Y/n) graced him with. Still, (Y/n) smiled so, so warmly.

“Alright then. Did you need something?”

Oh. That’s right. The pen. He was going to return it. Tamaki began to reach into his pocket, when his hand stopped. He thought about it for a second, then let his hand rest flaccidly inside his pocket, shoving his other one in bashfully aswell.

“I-no...I was just-just staring off into space and I-I guess I was staring in y-y-your direction...”

It was a lie. A terrible one at that. So he didn’t understand why (Y/n) believed him, bid him goodbye with their angelic voice, and let him keep their wonderful pen. He didn’t understand why he didn’t return it either. He needed to...return it. But there was one thing he did know.

That beautiful angel that sat near him in class was named (Y/n).

——

Once you knew someone’s name, it was relatively easy to find out more about them.

For example, Tamaki knew their full name was (L/n) (Y/n), their favorite food was the cafeteria onigiri that lunch rush would package on the go, but specifically if it was left alone to sit for a few minutes to marinate, and he even knew the neighborhood where (Y/n) lived, and how long it took (Y/n) to walk from there to school. 14 minutes and 38 seconds not counting the times they go buy a snack from the convenience store. Though, he wished he knew their exact address.

That wasn’t it, however. Tamaki found himself ‘discovering’ more and more of (Y/n’s) items, whether it be a small keychain hanging off their backpack he purposely loosened with his scissors so it would fall off, or the strawberry scented chapstick that was sitting so enticingly on their desk when they left to the bathroom one day, Tamaki had them all. Nothing too important, though. Nothing that he knew (Y/n) would miss. Just pens and their old loose paper assignments that they threw away, mostly.

And it didn’t help that Tamaki stopped sitting with Mirio and Neijre at lunch, just to purposely sit at a lunch table near (Y/n’s) so he could hear their pretty voice once again. Not too close, but close enough to listen. When Mirio asked, Tamaki told him he just wasn’t feeling very well lately.

But that didn’t make him a stalker, right? He wasn’t overstepping any boundaries...he was just...finding the right opportunity to give back the pen he borrowed. Yeah. That’s it. The pen he borrowed that he actually didn’t borrow. He figured they’d want it back, even though he had countless other little trinkets in his possession, that once belonged to them.

No, no he wasn’t a stalker. He was trying to be a good person and return their pen.

——

Ok, maybe it was a bit of an obsession.

Most of his camera roll was filled with (Y/n). Pictures from their social media that Tamaki cropped so he could only see them (and not their stupid friends), pictures he nervously snuck during class or lunch, and even the occasional picture he took ‘passing by’ when (Y/n) was walking home.

He cherished all of them, even printing some out and building a small shrine with the items he stole. He didn’t want his parents to see, so he made sure it was in a box he could hide in his closet.

Once again, (Y/n) walked home from school like always. They took their normal route, as always. But this time, they walked alone. Tamaki was planning to sneak some more pictures—nothing too indecent because even he has some boundaries—but this time (Y/n) was alone.

‘Ah...!’ Tamaki shuffled through his bag, pulling out the small pencil pouch he bought purely filled with stuff ‘borrowed’ from (Y/n). He fished out the pen he’d been planning to return for a month now, and looked back at (Y/n). ‘Nows the perfect time...’

...But he wanted to keep the pen. It was his favorite pen. Even though he had countless other pens ‘borrowed’ from (Y/n), he couldn’t help but feel attached to this one. So he fished out another random pen from the pouch of (Y/n’s) things, before stopping again.

He didn’t wanna give up these either.

Instead, he zipped up the ‘(Y/n)’ pouch, grabbed his normal pencil pouch, and brought out one of his normal pens. It looked similar to one of the countless pens he took from (Y/n), so he supposed it would suffice. Wasn’t he such a nice person? Giving them a pen?

His poor heart started pumping when he jogged up to (Y/n). Some part of him wanted to just...keeping watching (Y/n) from a distance, but he knew he wanted more for a while now. He wanted to...talk to (Y/n). He wanted (Y/n) to talk to him. He wanted to crawl inside (Y/n’s) body and just be (Y/n).

“E-e-excuse me...?” Tamaki’s voice went dry as he touched (Y/n’s) shoulder. He wasn’t worthy of touching (Y/n’s) shoulder, yet like the horrible person he is, he did. He dirtied the perfect shoulder (Y/n) had. How disgusting of him.

“Yes?”

Tamaki fumbled and held up his pen. “You uh-you dropped this in class earlier...”

“...you sure? I mean,” (Y/n) took the pen, and their warm hand brushed against Tamaki’s fingers so gracefully. It sent shivers down his spine, and he wanted nothing more than to just collapse into (Y/n) and breathe in. “I’m pretty sure I wasn’t using a pen today. But this looks like the brand I buy.”

“U-uh!” Tamaki broke into a cold sweat. “I saw it...drop...out of your bag.”

“Oh.” (Y/n) look at their bag, and at the small hole that was in its side pocket. “There’s a hole..that makes sense. Uh, thanks for returning my pen.”

(Y/n) smiled. Tamaki felt like he was going to die. He didn’t deserve someone so kind and beautiful and caring. Granted, no one did. Not even him.

“Are walking in this direction?” (Y/n) gestured ahead. Tamaki nodded, even though he knew very well his house was blocks away in the opposite direction. He soon found himself walking next to (Y/n) in silence.

He had (Y/n’s) attention. (Y/n) was walking next to him. It’s almost like they were dating already. That’s what lovers do, right? Walk next to eachother?

He wanted nothing more but to just breathe in the scent of (Y/n’s) hair. He wanted to worship (Y/n’s) fingers, he craved the bones in their body, he wanted to praise every single nerve and atom that belonged to (Y/n). He wanted (Y/n) so bad.

He was brought out of his trance when (Y/n) stopped at a crossroads. “My house is this way,” they said.

Tamaki shot back with a “Me too-!” Almost robotically. He wanted to see (Y/n’s) house...and maybe memorize their address. Not in a creepy way, though.

“Well...this is my house, I didn’t know you lived so near to me.”

“Y-yeah.” Tamaki watched as (Y/n) bid him farewell, with an angelic ‘thank you’, and walked off towards their house. Tamaki silently memorized his surroundings, every small flower and potted plant that belonged to the angel that was (Y/n), and finally wrote down (Y/n’s) address with their pen on his hand.

He didn’t know what he would do with this info, if he was honest. But just having it made him feel high.

——

Tamaki was going to do it.

Today was the day he would return the pen.

He thought about it for a while. He loved the pen, he never parted with it, but he needed an excuse to find a way to get closer to (Y/n). He’d say they dropped it out of their bag again and maybe offer to go out for ramen or something. He’d just leave out the part that (Y/n) dropped the pen more than 2 months ago.

Tamaki walked around the U.A. campus with the pen in his hand. He ran his fingers through the barrel of the pen. (Y/n) was no where to be found. They weren’t sitting with their friends like they normally did during lunch, so where could they be?

Tamaki was about to round a corner, when he heard voices talking from the other side. He stopped, about to turn on his heel and leave, when he heard angelic bells ringing. (Y/n’s) lovely voice talking to...whoever they were talking to.

“I-I like you, Hatsumada-kun!”

Tamaki went rigid against the wall. He loved hearing (Y/n’s) lovely voice 24/7, even recoding candid audios of (Y/n) answering questions in class or talking to their friends to listen to while he went to bed, so this was the first time he wished (Y/n) hadn’t said anything.

He was waiting for this Hatsumada guy to speak. Maybe he’d try to catch a glimpse of his face so he could—what was he saying? Intrusive thoughts began to flood his mind. He wanted to punch Hatsumada. He wanted to beat him up. He wanted to murder him.

“...I’m sorry, (L/n)-san. I don’t really see you that way.”

For some reason, Tamaki was even more angry than he would’ve been if Hatsumada had accepted their confession. He pursed his lips, and walked away as quickly as he could. His poor (Y/n), their feelings must be so hurt. How could he?

Tamaki long forgot the pen sitting in his hand, waiting to be returned to its rightful owner.

——

After the third tree came toppling down, Tamaki was beginning to think he’d get charged for property damage.

I mean, it was school property, and it was in the training grounds. Angrily whipping his tentacles around or bucking at trees with horse feet could qualify as ‘training’.

Tamaki was left huffing, glaring down angrily at the fallen, mangled tree. He’d never felt so angry before. He was usually a submissive, “avoid conflict-y”person, and he didn’t get angry much, but he felt so angry he could die.

His poor (Y/n). Having to get rejected by scum like that. But even if that pig had said ‘Yes’, he’d be equally as angry. His beloved (Y/n) didn’t deserve someone as undeserving as him. No one did. No one deserved (Y/n), not even himself.

Momentarily turning his tentacles back into his regular limbs, Tamaki sighed and curled up next to the fallen tree trunk. His hands were bloodied up, his knuckles peeling from when he started punching and slashing at tree before he decided to use his quirk. It was probably the first time he’d been so angry.

Tamaki leaned back against the trunk, laying down on the uncomfortable wood. What was happening to him? He felt so mad he could die. He couldn’t believe he was imagining trees as Hatsumada, as he brutally destroyed them one by one. That wasn’t the actions of a hero...

Rustling from two tall bushes caused Tamaki to shoot up, his tentacles shooting out from his back, and probably ripping his shirt up. He stood alert, his wide eyes searching sporadically through his dark bangs. Finally, a man, whom Tamaki was pretty sure wasn’t a teacher, appeared from the bushes, holding a cane and his free arm up.

“I come in peace, Tamaki Amajiki-san.”

The man had a stylish top hat on, and his face was masked with a flat, white mask with black trim. He had a long coat on, and dark gloves that made him look like a magician.

“W-who are you? This is private property-!”

The man kept walking towards Tamaki. “Are you angry, Tamaki-kun?”

“I-of course I’m mad! You’re trespassing, so I suggest you leave before I call-“

“I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about that boy. The one talking to that person you fancied.”

Tamaki went silent. He let his tentacles falter from their alert position, before suspiciously bringing them back up. “H-h-how do you know that! You stalker!”

“Frankly you’re one to call me a stalker.”

Tamaki broke into a cold sweat. He raised his fists defensively. “I-I’m not a-I’m not-“

“But you are, aren’t you? It’s fun to watch the people you love, isn’t it?” A girl grabbed Tamaki from behind by the shoulders, making him flinch as she smiled widely. “I love it too-I love it so much I want to see the person I love all covered in blood...”

The girl unhanded Tamaki, and stepping in front of him and standing next to the taller, poised man. “But they don’t understand our kind of love, do they? The heroes. They think the way I love people is wrong, and they would think the same for you...”

Tamaki pursed his lips. This was manipulation. They were trying to get into his head somehow, trying to appeal to him, trying to convince him that he was just like the scum they were...

...and it was working.

Tamaki said nothing, though his tightly clenched fists and hinged jaw told a different story. He loved (Y/n). He loved (Y/n) so much it made him crazy. He loved (Y/n) so much it made him want to murder Hatsumada. Simple as that. He was trying to convince himself he didn’t, but the sight of him all bloodied up and misshapen by Tamaki’s bare hands made him shiver.

“Y’know, people will call you a stalker for sure if they saw this.” The man was holding up Tamaki’s school bag, more importantly the scrapbook pasted with printed out photos and pressed objects of (Y/n) littered inside. The man flipped through the pages with care. “I, however, think it’s lovely that you admire someone so much you’d make a whole book dedicated to them. How romantic.”

He found himself agreeing. It was, wasn’t it? He cared so, so much, so how could it be weird or creepy or stalkerish? Tamaki shook his head, shaking the intrusive thoughts from his mind. “N-no! Put that back! Why are you here?!”

“We want to make a deal with you.”

“Me?” Tamaki snarled, backed up against a tree. He hardened his exterior in hope of masking his utter curiosity, especially after their understanding of his feelings for (Y/n). They understood.

“You see, learning information about U.A. is difficult when it’s such a prestigious school. But it would definitely be a lot easier if we had an...inside man feeding it to us.”

Tamaki’s eyes widened. “You want me to betray my school?”

“In Laymans terms, yes.”

“Now why would I ever-!”

“Because they don’t understand us. Once they find out you sneak pictures of this person from outside their window while they sleep, they label you a stalker for sure.” The girl held up Tamaki’s scrapbook, displaying hazy printed photos of (Y/n) through their bedroom window. “But us? We don’t judge. We understand. You just want to admire them, and love them the way you do and not be judged. I want that too.”

The man chimed in. “Your school is a judgmental, horrible place. So help us fix it, and join the LoV.”

Tamaki looked down at his feet. He continued. “You don’t need to join us physically. You may still attend U.A., and we will contact you occasionally, when we need information. And surely we will spare you from harm if we decide to attack, as well your little crush.”

Tamaki couldn’t believe he was actually considering it. Well, he also couldn’t believe how angry he got seeing someone being confessed to, or how obsessive his feelings for (Y/n) became. It was all new to him.

...So what was one thing more?

“I’ll do it. I’ll do it on one condition.”

His decision was based purely on feelings. Nothing of what he was saying was logical. It wasn’t morally correct. Still...

The man and the girl both smiled, looked at each other, and nodded. They turned back to Tamaki, giving him a look to go on.

“If I...when I decide to do something...a-and it makes a mess, or I need covering up in any way, promise you’ll clean up for me. Evidence and all.”

Was he really going to do this?

“Whatever you need, Tamaki-kun.”

He was.

The man tipped his hat, and the girl placed the book back in Tamaki’s hands. “We’ll be in touch. If you do anything heinous, we’ll be there to help aswell. Anything for our new traitor.”

Tamaki felt sick to his stomach.

“...y-you guys are crazy.”

“And you’re a lovesick stalker.”

“...I know.”

Tamaki watched as the two disappeared behind the brush. His knees buckled, as he sat back against the disfigured tree truck, and reached into his bag. He cradled his scrapbook as he fished out (Y/n’s) pen that he loved so much, and stroked it scantily. He huddled in on himself, pressing the pen to his cheek.

Soon.

Soon he’d return (Y/n’s) pen. Right after he murdered Hatsumada.

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If y’all didn’t know the man and the girl was mr compress and toga

-Mr. Mizunetzu

[planetsano]

pimp my ride, please?

REQUEST ☆ "can I request a reki x f!reader where she asks him to decorate her skateboard? Reki introduced her to the world of skate so she wants him to be the one to do her very first skateboard!! And Reki is like "really? me? 🥺🥺🥺"

WARNINGS ☆ none! just fluff sweeter than candy.

PAIRING ☆ reki kyan x female reader.

A/N ☆ this was extremely self indulgent, thank u nonnie!

"You okay, kitty cat? You're a little quiet tonight." Reki says. His was attention on his personal board laying on the crafting table in front of him while he tweaked a few things that would improve the board's functionality. His hands so veiny, slender, and pretty under the lamplight as he worked. You sat beside him in your own little world, chewing gently at your thumb trying to muster up the courage to just ask him one simple question, but you didn't know how to do it.

It wasn't any secret that Reki was talented. Not only is he an amazing skater but an artist. You've seen him craft so many boards by hand with unique and intricate designs. Not only did they look aesthetically pleasing, but they were practical and held up to a standard that takes years for a person to master. His creativity not only benefits the artistic side of things but it's simply innovative. The best example of this being Langa's skateboard.

Not only that, but Reki is an excellent teacher. He always so patient with you through all your mess-ups and countless falls to the ground. He did all this while never losing his enthusiasm and warmth towards teaching you the best he can, not only as a teacher but as a best friend and a boyfriend. Every time you fell, he was always there to pick you up with a big smile, a kiss on the forehead, and a couple of smiley face bandaids if you needed them.

The thing is, he was using his board to teach you. Not that he minded, he was actually more than happy to share his board with you. It was intimate in its way. Only skaters would know how it feels to have a bond with someone so strong that you're willing to let them ride and learn on your board. It has a similar vibe to when ravers share and trade their Kandi. Reki has teased you about it before, but the only reason why you haven't purchased your board yet is that you wanted him to be the hands and mind behind your very first skateboard.

"(Name)~" He called your name in a singsong manner and pulled you out of your thoughts.

"Huh?"

"Welcome back, space ranger." He chuckled and looked at you over his shoulder. "You okay?"

"Oh yeah, I'm fine!" You smiled. Fine? Reki was no mind reader but he knew something was up.

"I know when you're lying~" He turns to you in his stool and pinches your nose gently. He thinks your reaction is cute, seeing you scrunch your nose up like a baby bunny.

"What's up?" He tilts his head and offers you a smile.

You start to feel shy under his gaze and your cheeks begin to feel particularly warm the longer he looks at you. You take a sudden interest in your fingers twiddling them mindlessly as you tried to find the right words. Why were you nervous? He was your boyfriend after all! The worst thing he could say was no, fuck but even then you'd absolutely die of embarrassment. You need to get it together, come on.

“Um..." You trail off causing him to let out a happy giggle. He wasn't sure why you were acting so shy all of a sudden but he thought it was endearing.

“So shy, for what?” He lifts your chin with a gentle hand getting you to look at him, then he winks.

“Stop teasing me, I have something important to tell you..” You whined and shooed away his hand with a pout on your face.

“Okay, then tell me what's on your mind." He straightens his posture and reaches over to hold your hands in your lap.

“Well, you've been taught me a lot with skating, and I only know what I do because of you," You started. He's listening closely and giving you all his undivided attention. “The reason I haven't brought my board is that, well, it would be more special to me if you made it.." You trail off once more looking down at where your hands are connected.

Reki's eyes widen at your words. You want him to make you a skateboard? He needs confirmation, so he lifts your head once more.

"Wait, really? You mean that?" His voice is soft to matching the way his expression melts from shock to the rawest form of love. He's really just looking at you with the softest case of puppy dog eyes.

"Reki, you're so talented. It would mean the world to me if you did." You were being sincere and he could tell.

Reki is so touched, his heart is literally swelling and pounding in his chest. There's an intense wave of euphoria, love, and warmth that wash over his body. He's really over the moon right now.

"But only if you w-!" He cuts you off.

"Of course I want to!" He smiles at you brightly taking both of his hands to ruffle your hair wildly. You're about to say something about him messing up your hair but he gives your lips a sloppy peck before shoots up from his stool in excitement.

"We can start tonight! You're gonna be so proud of me, babe! It should be on pimp my ride!" You look up at your enthusiastic boyfriend with a smile.

"I'm so happy you're excited but let's start tomorrow, yeah?" You say and tug at his hoodie. He deflates and blows a raspberry.

"No fun." He sits back down in your hands cup the sides of his cheeks. You're giggling but you're about to scold him.

"Hey, mister! You need a break! You've been working for hours and I need to leave before it gets too late. It's already 11." You said glancing over at the digital clock he had sitting on a toolbox.

"Aw, what! You're not sleeping over?" He gives you a goofily exasperated look. Silently saying, 'you want to start your board tomorrow and you're not cuddling with me tonight?' He was beyond cute.

"Reki, baby, I've slept over the past two nights. I gotta go back to my own bed." You giggle and he playfully folds his arms.

"We shared boards, we can share beds too." He pouts cutely and looks away.

"You're a dork." You smile ans lean in to kiss his lips.

"Ah, seriously (Name)! Sleep over! Please~"

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[pxnk-velvet]

Hello! Hope you're doing well! So. Ok. So I'm on my pms. I'm in pain and I'm horny af at the same time so fml 🤦‍♀️ . I need some Kakashi smut x fem!reader. I'm sucker for this cold-blooded bastard, who thinks he never finds love and then he is melting in her embrace 🥲

Luv ya 💗

ALL YOURS [NSFW!]

Kakashi Hatake x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n L/n. The women that everyone wanted, until Kakashi got his hands on her. To this day, he still couldn’t fathom the things she made him feel.

Warnings: nsfw!, overstimulation, squirting, intended for mature readers only

shawty! this? THIS??? 🖐🏼🥵🥵🥵 this is probably some of the hottest stuff i have ever written lmao 😭 for reallllll. as always feedback and reblogs are appreciated 😊

He was completely enamored with her. It was like he couldn’t get enough of her being. Everything about her was just so hypnotizing. From the way she spoke, plump lips morphing around each syllable, to the way she walked, frame held beautifully as her hips swayed with a natural rhythm. Her skin, delicate and smooth under the touch of his own calloused hands. Her eyes holding so much emotion and so many secrets, drawing in people with just one glance.

Typically Kakashi Hatake wasn’t a man to brag about the things he had or skills he owned. However, with her by his side, he couldn’t help but smirk under his mask knowing that so many other people had pinned after his beloved.

Y/n L/n.

A notorious name known to the hidden leaf and beyond. One of the best kunoichi to ever come from Konoha. Praised and loved by all. Often set as example for many of the young ninja in training. Sought out by both men and women for friendship, love, sex, and other things.

Yet after years and years, she never gave in to the countless offers of love and devotion. Only resorting to giving the lucky person a single night of ecstasy. Leaving them in the morning, only to return home with a stronger yearning for one man. For years she had eyes for him. Growing up and honing a sturdy friendship that lasted decades. Along with their growing bond, grew their feelings for one another.

Quick glances turned into lingering stares. Stories being told whenever they locked eyes, not a single word spoken. Simple touches seemed to last longer than they usually did. A deep desire and passion behind each one. Only up until recently had they come to terms with one another, finally being able to confess after all this time.

Now, Kakashi sat in the hot spring’s warm waters, his gaze trained on his girlfriend relaxing beside him. The mission they had been sent on, now completed early and taken care of. They figured it wouldn’t hurt to stay for one more night and enjoy the hot springs.

His eyes ate up the sight of her. The way her skin held a thin sheen of sweat and condensation, shining in the moonlight. A few strands of hair sticking to her forehead, cheeks, and neck. Lips parted slightly, head tilted back, chest rising and falling gently.

It was ludicrous, really. The way he was looking at her with no shame at all. Eyes raking over ever dip and curve of exposed skin. Focusing particularly on her breasts, the water moving around them, bobbing to become accustomed to their shape. His lustful stare was intense as his eyes continuously absorbed the sight in front of him, yet the whole time she could feel it. With his eyes trained on her, she peeked open one of her own as a shudder ran up her spine, catching a glimpse him.

His hair dampened by the steam, chest glistening in a way that drove Y/n to new heights. The defined muscles accentuated in the moonlight. Nothing but a single, small towel was covering his face, replacing his usual mask. Y/n had insisted that it was alright for him to take it off, yet he still felt obligated just in case some lone stranger decided to stroll in at the dead of night.

“My eyes are up here, you know.” Y/n teased, lifting her head to look straight at Kakashi. The eye contact sending a strike of arousal through both of them. The ache between their legs only getting worse.

“Yeah,” Kakashi mused, eyes flickering down for a second before coming back up with a smirk, “You just look so good like this. I seriously don’t know what I did to deserve a woman like you.” His voice hung in the air like a song, Y/n melting at his words with an adorable giggle.

The water rippled around them as Y/n shifted to settle herself over his lap. Her thighs sat snuggly over his, chest to chest as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She pressed her breasts against him teasingly, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck, a tall tell sign that she wanted him.

“I think....” She began, shifting slightly in Kakashi’s lap, “That we should head back to the room for a little while.” Her words coated in desire as she spoke, looking deeply into his eyes, telling him exactly what she wanted.

Kakashi hummed in agreement as his hands moved to rest on her bare hips, squeezing instinctively as she lightly swiveled her pelvis. All the while the water swayed around them in rhythmic movements.

Without a single word, Kakashi removed the towel covering the lower half of his face, slowly pulling her in for a kiss. Lips slotting together comfortably like so many times before. In a way that if anyone saw, their jealousy was guaranteed. Kakashi really was a lucky man, and he knew it.

The kiss was hot, full of lust and passion as their hands roamed over wet, warm skin. With parted lips, their tongues danced sinfully. All senses heightened, being stimulated simultaneously.

He was like putty in her hands, shivering whenever her fingertips danced over certain spots on his body, blood rushing to his length by the second. Never did Y/n think Kakashi’s body would be so reactive to her touch. Soon she felt his length press against her lower abdomen, chuckling lightly.

“Come on,” She pulled away reluctantly, feeling him resist slightly, “You’re the one who insisted on wearing a mask even though there’s not a single soul here besides us.” A smile teased on her lips as he held her impossibly closer.

A playful sigh left his lips, groaning, “I suppose you’re right....” A flirty tone laying underneath his words, “But we’re already here. To go back to the room we would need to get up, put our clothes back on, only for us to take them off again seconds later.”

The moment he spoke those words, a mischievous smirk etched onto Y/n’s plump lips, an idea blossoming in her head.

Not even a minute later, two of the most respectable ninja of the Hidden Leaf were dashing down the hallway of a lone motel, completely naked, clothes slung over their shoulders as they tried their hardest not to burst out into loud laughter.

The door swung open as the couple rushed in, the air becoming thick with tension as they caught their breath. A small thud could be heard as they threw their clothes elsewhere. Now standing in the middle of the room, eyes locked in an intense gaze, chests raising and falling as they reciprocate from the antics they just partook in.

This feeling of lightness as well as lust swirled around in Kakashi’s chest, something he lived for. The way she made him feel like he was on top of the world with every passing moment was something he craved. The high he gets whenever he was with her was addictive. Something he never thought he’d get to experience in his lifetime. He didn’t ever plan on stopping either.

Within seconds, they has stumbled their way onto the bed in a tangled mess of limbs. Kakashi situated over her frame as his hands moved to wrap her legs around his waist while they were captured in a heated kiss. With this proximity, their skin was warm to the touch as arousal pooled between Y/n’s legs. Now his lips ghosted over her jaw and continued further on to her neck and collarbones.

A delighted sigh fell from her lips as Kakashi ran his tongue over the area he just marked, lips soft as he sucked on the spot that he knew made her go weak in the knees. All the while she managed to snake a hand between their bodies, taking hold of his member, grazing her thumb over the tip and pumping it a few times. His cock felt heavy in her hands as the veins throbbed under her touch. Kakashi wanted nothing more than for her to cast her magic spell and drive him wild.

“Kakashi...” She whispered, bucking her hips up, “I need you.” Her hand trailed up his abdomen, the muscles going taunt under her fingertips as they continued up and into his hair.

“Anything for you.” He mused, his chest inflating, knowing what he was getting himself into. He ran his length through her folds, a pretty moan falling from her lips as he did so, collecting her wetness.

Kakashi hissed at how tight she was, squeezing around his tip mercilessly, almost enticing him in. Y/n’s mouth fell open, eyes rolling back as her walls stretched to accommodate to his size.

It was euphoric, the way she felt. Velvety walls clamping up whenever he withdrew to thrust forward again. One hand gripping the bed sheets beside her while the other was clasped onto her hip.

As his pelvis continued to snap into hers at a steady pace, her breasts bobbed with each thrust. A sight Kakashi would never get tired of seeing.

“Fuck....” He sighed, hand releasing the sheets to take hold of one of her breasts, “You feel so good.” His lips brushed against her with each word, colliding soon after in a messy kiss, consisting of teeth and tongue.

He could feel her orgasam starting to build. The muscles in her lower abdomen contracting as the coil in her core tightened, Kakashi hitting just the right spot. That spongy little spot that held the key to a mind shattering orgasam.

“Kakashi, please!” Y/n whined, teeth grinding as her eyes were squeezed shut, “Fuck, I wanna cum! Make me yours.” With those words, something snapped inside of him, completely gone and focused on only one thing.

Kakashi made quick movements, shifting so he could grab the back of her thighs and press them to her chest. At the new feeling the position change brought, they nearly lost their minds. Y/n’s walls growing impossibly tighter as Kakashi thrusted into her even deeper.

Y/n’s legs dangled in the air as Kakashi held her thighs, pistoning his hips into hers with incredible speed. The squelching of her wetness echoed in the room as she creamed around his cock. Hot tears running down her cheeks as the intense orgasam rushing over her. Incoherent babbles and words leaving her mouth as he worked her through the high.

“Come on, baby,” Kakashi praised, “Just hold on for me for a little bit longer, ok?” He leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her cheek, licking the tears his lips picked up when he pulled away.

With that he worked quick, taking deep and strong strokes as he paced for his own climax. While doing so, Y/n felt another one quickly creeping up on her.

“Fuck, Kakashi! I’m cumming again.” She cried out, the ballon in her core bursting. Her tight cunt spraying all over his thighs and stomach, squeezing him so tight it was almost painful, triggering his own release. He pressed her thighs down, closer to her chest, holding his hips as close as he could to her hot skin. His tip kissing her cervix, painting it with pretty white strands of his cum.

He gently let down her legs, hissing as he pulled out. Y/n whining quietly at the empty feeling, the mixture of their cum leaking out of her cunt and onto the sheets below.

“You did so good, babe,” Kakashi sang, a tired smile etched on his face, arms moving to wrap around her midsection, “You’re the only woman in the world that could make me feel this good.” His words sweet, sounding like music in her ears as she chuckled softly, pulling him in for a gentle kiss.

“I love you, Kakashi Hatake.” She mused against his lips. Running her fingers through his messy hair, eyes now blown with love and admiration.

His smile grew even wider, hand coming up to caress her face, “I love you too, Y/n L/n. More than you know.”