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heyyyharry · 4 years ago

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"you drew stars around my scars but now i’m bleeding”

(a blurb from the My Girl Series)

…in which Y/N tells herself this is the last time.

Warning: SMUT (car sex)

Word count: 2.8k

AU: older!harry (4-year age gap), actor!harry, childhood best friends, friends with benefits.

“DON’T CALL ME KID! DON’T CALL ME BABY! LOOK AT THIS GODFORSAKEN MESS THAT YOU MADE ME!” 😔 inspired by folklore.

“Did anyone see you leave?”

“No,” Harry said, leaning back and spreading his legs as she worked his zip down. She’d been thinking about this all day, but he didn’t have to know that. If men knew how much you wanted them, they’d only want you less At least that was from her personal experience.

She took his cock out of his pants, fingers curling over the smooth, hot skin of his shaft and sliding up to tease at the edge of his foreskin. The head of Harry’s prick was already slick, and she sucked his precum off her fingers before licking her palm and stroking and squeezing around him until he whimpered. They had done this so many times that she knew his body even better than he did. She knew how to work him up, how to run her thumb over the head of his cock so he’d buck into her grip and whimper her name. But she didn’t want to hurry.

She struggled a bit to get her pants off, hating that they were in the backseat of his car instead of her place or his. They’d usually meet at hers, but her neighbour was having a party tonight; it’d be impossible for Harry to come and go without being recognised and photographed. But she didn’t need a fancy hotel room or a comfortable bed, because they were just hooking up. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Should have worn a blood dress,” she muttered, fighting her bunched-up jeans and kicking them under the front seat.

Harry laughed, but as soon as she peeled off her damp panties, his breath caught and his nostrils flared. She knew his car would smell like them at the end of the night when he drove home alone, and something about that erotic thought turned her on even more.

She gracefully slid into his lap. His hand slipped down to stroke at the silky heat of her pussy, two fingers opening her up, spreading her slick and rubbing at her clit until she began to tremble. She clutched his wrist to still him so she wouldn’t come on his fingers then kissed him before he could say a word. She bit his lip, curled her free hand into his messy hair, and moved her hips so she could rub the thick crown of his cock against her.

She’d been on the pill lately, so it was easy to just grab for his dick and guide it into her. He loved it when she told him how big he was, how full she made her feel, murmuring filthy words into his ear as he fucked her, hard and fast, flushed with the praise. But when they were as horny as they were tonight, she didn’t have to say anything; she couldn’t. Her mouth hung open without making a sound as she felt the first, deep, blunt push of his cock into her pussy. It always ached a little no matter how many times they’d had sex. He always stretched her so good, but she was too wet to need a pause.

“God, I missed you,” he hissed, filling her to the brim as she settled into his lap. She tried to ignore the effect those words had on her, and to not wonder if he really missed her or only what she was willing to give him.

She clung onto his neck and shoulders and clenched down as his hand went under her thighs, lifting her, moving her on the length of his cock. The head slid over her g-spot, and she gasped and ground harder against him. His fingers clenched around the backs of her thighs as he let her set the pace and planted sloppy kisses down the side of her neck. He nuzzled her hair out of the way and made small noises against her hot skin.

She rode him faster, snapping her hips against his and making him moan. She wondered if they were shaking the car and somehow felt thankful for the fact that the car park was empty. They weren’t trying to keep it lowkey anymore.

Harry whispered her name as his fingers dug into her thighs. She can feel his dick flexing inside her. She knew he was close. He always waited on her like a true gentleman, and she kissed him clumsily as she slid a hand down to rub at her clit.

What shoved her to the edge was the way Harry groaned and bit his lip as her moving fingers brushed the base of his cock. His hips jerked, and they were both so close for each other. Her slick pussy started pulsing as she sobbed into his mouth and he squeezed her tighter, so tight she could feel his fingernails leaving marks in the soft flesh of her thighs. She would go home alone with those marks as a reminder of this moment, and she’d either feel bad about it or want him even more. Usually both.

“Yes, baby, come for me.”

And those were the words that set her off. Him calling her baby was her ultimate weakness, even if it might not mean anything to him. His thrusts were getting faster, messier, driving into the tight clench of her as she cried out and ground her hips. She shuddered against him as she came again.

“Gonna,” he whispered, his hips stuttering and his fingers tightened, and then he was spurting hotly into her, filling her up until his come was trickling back down over his balls. She was already thinking of the way he’d have to tug his coat close just in case he ran into the paps. Meanwhile, she would go back to her flat still feeling the hot pulse of him having been in her. Everything about it was dirty, and she loved it.

Harry rested his head back as she started nipping at the side of his neck, feeling his pulse racing beneath her lips. “That was...so good,” she said, still breathless.

“I know.” He gave a soft laugh which turned to a groan as she slipped off his still-hard, sensitive cock. She grabbed his face and pulled his lips back to hers. His hands burned against her back, drawing her close.

They’d had sex, again. And he still wanted her.

She had no idea why she must reassure herself that he wanted her every single time they were together. Perhaps because this felt surreal. Because if she told her teenage self that someday she’d be having sex with Harry in the backseat of his car, that girl would not believe it. In her memory, Harry had always been untouchable. Yet here he was, burying his face into her neck and inhaling her scent as if she were air. She could feel his heartbeat against her chest. This felt real. Even though she knew it was anything but.

“Kid.”

His voice snapped her back to reality. Her eyes flinched open and she saw his face twisted with worry as he took her wrist and removed her arm around his neck.

Her heart wavered at the thought that he’d finally decided that this was wrong and wanted to end this. Wouldn’t it be cruel? To say he didn’t want this anymore after he’d just finished inside her? Would he tell her to get out of the car and leave her here all on her own?

To her surprise and confusion, he lifted her arm, still catching his breath. That was when she realized he was peering at the scars on her forearm. “How did you get these?” he asked.

“I fell.”

“When?”

“A few weeks ago.” She giggled. “It’s no big deal. I was running for the bus and the pavement was slippery.”

Harry frowned. His gaze slipped from hers as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to the scar. Her heart leapt involuntarily. And she hated herself for it.

“Remember when I used to draw stars around your scars,” he whispered, his dimples darkening in the dim streetlight. The memory of the happier days warmed her from inside out, and she felt it showing on her face.

“Because I said my legs looked ugly after my bike accident,” she said timidly.

“You fell a lot back then.” Harry looked up, his forehead creasing as if he was trying to remember one of those times. “I thought you’d get less clumsy when you grew up but I guess I was wrong.”

Grinning, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “You can always draw stars around my new scars.”

“Or,” he kissed the corner of her mouth, “you can stop running in the rain.”

She laughed as she kissed him again and pretended that they weren’t in the backseat of his car in an empty car park, that they didn’t have to sneak around, that whatever she was feeling right now was valid, that he would rather be with her than go back to the world where she did not belong.

And so they finished cleaning up and laughing for a whole minute about the stain on his crotch. As she pulled her jeans back on and he adjusted his clothes, what had felt like a euphoric rush now felt like shame and a bit of regret. She shrugged it right off. It was normal. No one should be proud if they had to drive to a place like this to have sex just so they wouldn’t be seen together.

Then, the thought of them being seen together briefly crossed her mind. How would he react if the world found out? Would he be ashamed? Would he end this? Or would he say fuck it and risk it all for her?

She twisted her hair into a low bun, secured it with her scrunchie and turned to face him. To her surprise, he was giving that goofy dimpled smile that her thirteen-year-old self would write ten pages about in her journal. It was funny how he’d always been so close yet always felt a thousand miles away. She knew she was his girl, but had he ever been hers?

She reached up to fix his hair, only using it as an excuse to run her fingers through it. He took another glance at her scars and frowned a bit, which made her wonder why they bothered him so much. Was he finally paying attention to her imperfections?

“Have you got a pen?” he asked.

She looked at him funny but still answered, “Yeah, I always carry one around to take notes.” Then she reached for her bag in the passenger seat, fumbled for her black pen and gave it to him.

He clicked the pen open and scooted closer, tucking her arm under his as he held onto her wrist and carefully drew stars around her scars.

“Really?” she giggled, and he shushed her.

“Don’t move. Do you want ugly stars?”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Oh, baby, when I’m done, you’ll want to get ‘em tattooed.”

Her smile thinned as a chill coursed through her. He needed to warn her before calling her baby. It did inexplicable things to her; things she wasn’t so proud of.

“There you go,” he said and clicked the pen close with a victorious smirk upon his face.

She peered at the stars he’d drawn and raised both eyebrows. “Not bad.”

“Hey, I’m twenty-four years old. I should draw better than when I was thirteen,” he said with a shrug, laced their fingers together and kissed the back of her hand, as one would to their girlfriend. Why was she thinking of that word right now? What had gotten into her? She wasn’t this person.

The sound of a text broke the silence in the car and Harry groaned loudly before fumbling into the pocket of his coat draped around the driver’s seat. He unlocked the screen, the bright light illuminating his face. His dimples deepened as he read the message and typed something into his phone. She heard a whoosh of the message being sent, then a ding of a new one arriving. The serenity of their own world had been intruded by this person who was texting him.

She didn’t want to care who it was, who made him smile and shake his head and bite his lip as he thought of something to write back to make the person smile, too. She didn’t want to care if he was going to see this person once he’d dropped her off. She didn’t want to know if he’d wake up alone tomorrow or in bed with a beautiful woman. That wasn’t how their ‘thing’ was supposed to work. She was supposed to mind her own business. But she wasn’t to blame, for he wasn’t supposed to draw stars around her scars, kiss them like he meant it, and called her ‘kid’ and ‘baby’ as if this was special.

It wasn’t.

She wasn’t.

“It’s late,” he said and tucked his phone into the pocket of his jeans. It’s not late, she wanted to say, but she didn’t. “I’ll drive you home.”

She felt the urge to ask if he had other plans later. The question lingered at her throat, yet she swallowed it down.

“I can walk home,” she said, putting on her coat as he’d already put on his and seemed so eager to get rid of her.

“Alone? At this hour?” he asked, his eyes wide. “Kid, don’t be ridiculous. I’ll drive you.”

“It’s too risky,” she sighed. “I bet that most of my neighbour’s party guests are just arriving. His parties usually last all night long.”

She’d almost used it as an excuse to spend the rest of the night with Harry. She guessed it wasn’t happening now. She could either let him drive her home to get some more time with him or be smart about this and not put themselves in danger of being seen together. They weren’t so far from her block and she didn’t mind walking.

“I can’t let you walk home alone at night, Bambi,” he said. There was the same tone that her father would use. Moments like this reminded her that he was older and she would always be just a kid to him.

“Fine. I’ll call Alice to pick me up.”

Alice was her co-worker. But of course, she wasn’t going to bother Alice.

Harry studied her expression for a long moment as if to check if she was lying. Surprisingly, he believed her, or he had no choice but to believe her so he could leave as fast as he could.

“All right,” he said, leaned in and kissed her forehead, his lips hot against her skin. “Call me when you get home safe, okay?”

“Okay.” She pressed her lips into a smile and got out of the car.

Harry insisted on waiting until Alice arrived, but she threatened him with the fact that Alice was a big fan of his, and she’d be the last person who should find out about their “thing”, whatever this was. So Harry left first. The pained expression that he gave her before he drove off somehow made her feel reassured. Or was she just looking for any sign that showed that he cared about her more than he appeared to be?

Tearing her gaze from the empty street, she secured her bag on her shoulder and wrapped her arms tightly around herself. As she walked home, she kept pulling up her sleeve to check if the stars Harry had drawn were still there. She knew she’d have to wash them off later in the shower. Still, she wanted to keep them as good as new for as long as they lasted.

The longer she looked at them, however, the heavier her heart became. She could not help but recall the feeling she’d had when he’d kissed them, and guilt washed over her as her heart started sinking to the bottom of her chest. And so she told herself this would be the last time, that she’d not answer his call ever again. No more secret meetings and false hopes and daydreaming. If she didn’t want to bleed, she should stop running in the rain.

But there was something about running in the rain – the excitement, the longing, the feeling of being washed clean even though you’d arrived home shivering, drenched, and covered in mud. And so she knew this wouldn’t be the last time. She’d keep running until she fell and could not get up.

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jbbarnesnnoble · 4 years ago

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Incentive

Summary: Wanda gives you an incentive to get out of bed and eat breakfast after a mission.

Features: Smut; Mild Domme Wanda Maximoff; Cranky Bucky Barnes

Kink: Eating Out

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff/Reader; Background Polyamorous!Avengers

Notes: Day Two of Kinktober! This one has more plot than smut, but there is definitely a nice bit of smut...I’m lowkey building my Polyamorous!Avengers universe this Kinktober

Word Count: 1572

The sun was over the horizon, but you were not yet vertical. No, you had no interest in joining the rest of the waking world. Your curtains were drawn shut, shrouding your room in darkness. You could hear shuffling past your door as the others went about their mornings. You could pick up the quiet murmurs of conversation between two people outside your door before the door opened. You heard Wanda speak to Steve before shutting your door behind her.

“Rise and shine, love,” you heard her say. You grumbled, pulling your blanket further over your head. You’d had a late night, getting back past three AM from a mission with Bucky and Natasha, which was exhausting in more ways than one. You loved and hated being on missions with just the two of them.

“Let me sleep, witch,” you said, your voice laced with exhaustion.

“Steve wants you to at least eat breakfast, you know how he is,” she said.

“The Captain and kindly go shove his breakfast where the sun don’t shine,” you said. You felt her sit on your bed before she gently peeled the covers back. She had flipped on the fairy lights that lined your room. You preferred the softer light of them to those of the lamps in your room, or worse, the overhead lights.

“Sweetie, you know you can’t hide away. You’ll feel better after you eat. Did you eat when you got in?” she asked, a gentle hand upon your arm, running in soothing circles. You sighed.

“No,” you said, pulling your pillow over your head. You wanted to sleep in.

“You know the rules. If you don’t eat when you get in, you’re subject to being woken up to eat,” she said as she pulled the pillow away. You hated that rule with a passion. You knew why it existed. There were far too many times where one of you would go hours without eating after a mission, getting too wrapped up in paperwork, more training, and other obligations. Or in your case, catching up on sleep.

“Are Tasha and Buck awake?” you asked.

“Steve’s gone to wake Bucky. Tasha ate before she slept,” Wanda said.

“Of course she did,” you snarked. Wanda let out a light laugh.

“If you get up and have breakfast, I’ll make it worth your while,” Wanda said, her voice dropping. You sat up a little bit at that.

“I’m listening,” you said. You may have still been worn out from the mission, but you would never turn her down unless there was a good reason beyond being stubborn about breakfast.

“If you come with me and eat breakfast like a good girl, you’ll be coming in another way,” she said, pressing a kiss to your cheek before standing up. You almost fell, tangled in your sheets scrambling out of bed to follow her.

Bucky was glaring at Steve when you entered the kitchen, arms crossed staring at the plate of eggs as if they had personally offended him. Bruce was manning the stove, placing food in containers on the counter, buffet style. Sam was sat on the couch, Clint’s legs across his lap as he munched on the last of a piece of toast.

“Morning sunshine,” Clint said from the couch. You flipped him off as you sat down next to Bucky.

“What’d Steve do this time?” you asked.

“Cold water. What about Wanda?” he asked. You smirked.

“She made some promises,” you replied. You were sure you caught him cursing Steve under his breath.

“She gets promises, I get cold water. Can Wanda wake me up next time?” Bucky asked.

“Eat when you get in from a mission and there won’t be a next time. Besides, you use promises as an excuse to stay in bed. She,” Steve said, pointing at you, “listens and gets out of bed when promises are made.”

“Her? Listen? In what universe?” Bucky asked.

“If given the right incentive…,” you said, trailing off. Steve gave you a look that had you turning to the plate Wanda placed in front of you. Your favorites covered the surface of it. You were almost certain you wouldn’t be able to finish it all.

You helped clean up once everyone was done, quietly washing the dishes with Bucky and Sam as music played in the background. By the sound of it, it was Wanda’s playlist. You slipped away to your room once the dishes were done, wanting to get a shower in. Wanda made a promise, but you weren’t sure when she’d make good on it.

You emerged from your bathroom to find Wanda waiting, dressed in only a short robe. You almost dropped your towel then and there. She had lit the candles you had around your room, the light scent of lavender filling the room. You made a note to change them out for your favored fall scents.

“Come, lay down,” Wanda said as she approached you, pulling your towel from you, leaving you nude. Your room was kept at a comfortable temperature, never too cold. Your body was reacting, both to the temperature and what was to come as you felt your nipples harden and your core dampen more than it had been in anticipation. She pulled you toward the bed, gently spinning you around before pushing you lightly to sit.

You scooted up the bed to the pillows, making sure you were situated on the towel Wanda had laid on your bed. She had laid down several large towels, which were kept at the foot of your bed in a chest that also contained your favored toys.

“So wet already, my love. Someone is eager this morning, hm?” she asked as she pulled off her robe. You took in the sight of her. You saw the harness sitting on the edge of the bed, which sent another shock of arousal through you. Oh yeah. You certainly were being rewarded today.

“Yes, Wanda please,” you said, coming out as more of a whine. She gave you a light smack on your thigh in warning.

“Patience. You’ve been so good this morning,” she said as she situated herself between your spread legs. She kissed her way up one leg, one of her favorite ways to tease you. She neared the apex and pulled away. You bit back a groan as she repeated this on the other side. Instead of pulling away a second time, she continued toward your pussy. You knew she’d ignore your clit for as long as possible. Wanda loved to draw your pleasure out.

You almost bucked up when her tongue made contact with your pussy. She was focusing her attention on your hole, pressing one finger in as she lapped at your juices. She hooked her finger, hitting your g-spot ever so slightly before adding a second finger. Her tongue moved up, closer to your clit as you let out a loud moan. You felt her smile against you as she increased the speed at which her fingers moved in and out of you before adding a third finger. The sound it made was positively dirty and you reveled in it. You were beyond soaked. Just as she was about to reach your clit, she pulled away, leaving you wanting as she withdrew her fingers as well.

She returned with a vibrator, clicking it on as she pressed it into you before returning her mouth to your pussy as she worked it in and out. You felt the pleasure peaking as she finally touched you where you wanted. Her tongue swirled around your clit as she ramped up the intensity of the vibrator, sending you crashing over the edge with a scream as stars danced in your vision.

As you came down from the high and opened your eyes, you saw Wanda looking positively wrecked, her face soaked with your release as she grinned at you, before pulling you into a messy kiss.

“Your turn,” you said breathlessly before pulling her into another kiss.

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Bucky glared at Steve when he heard your scream. He had been subjected to hearing you and Wanda for the past hour and he was far from happy about it. Not when Wanda had you crying out over and over as she pulled you over the edge again and again. The others didn’t seem bothered. They were the lucky ones. Soundproofing did nothing against the hearing of a super soldier, at least, not the soundproofing at the compound. He glanced over at Steve who was gripping his newspaper harder than one should.

“Steve,” Bucky said.

“No Buck. It’s their time,” Steve said.

“Fuck it. You’re coming with me,” Bucky said before he stood up and grabbed Steve, dragging him off to his room. Natasha smirked from where she sat sipping on her coffee as Sam and Clint both handed her a $20 bill.

“I thought he’d hold out longer,” Clint grumbled.

“We all know Barnes’ libido is on a hair trigger after a mission,” Natasha said before setting her cup down and following after the pair. Clint shared a look with Sam, who just shook his head.

“We have training with the recruits. We drew the short straws. Come on Barton,” Sam said, heading toward the elevator. Clint sighed as he looked wistfully in the direction of your room and the direction the trio had disappeared in. Next time, he reasoned, before following after Sam.

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inkwell1013 · 4 years ago

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Birds of a Feather

Pairing: Futaba & Yusuke (platonic)

Genre: Fluff and Angst, Oneshot

Inspired by: The fic Lasting Impressions by @codenamegeek. I lowkey stole the idea of Yusuke and Futaba watching anime together and angst happening but took it in a slightly different direction.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: Flashbacks, references to child abuse and disordered eating habits/unspecified eating disorders.

Summary: Futaba and Yusuke spend the night watching anime together, but Futaba makes a horrible mistake that effects Yusuke more than either of them expected and has to deal with the consequences.

Notes: This fic includes my hc about the Autism Squad (TM), which consists of Ren, Futaba, Yusuke and Makoto.

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If you were to ask Futaba and Yusuke what they liked about each other, they wouldn’t be able to give you a real answer. On first appearances, they were as different as two people could be, but they shared a sense of kinship regardless.

The cumulation of their friendship was their weekly hang out sessions, where Futaba binged anime and ate snacks full of empty calories and Yusuke sketched quietly. They were both doing their own things, but at least they were doing it together.

“What do you wanna watch Inari?” asked Futaba, fetching another bag of snacks from the cupboard. Sojiro always kept little stashes of food around Le Blanc and their home. It made Futaba feel secure, knowing that the food kept there would always be available. She wouldn’t go hungry here.

“Can we watch Neo Featherman?” said Yusuke, pencil still in motion. “I find the actions scenes quite inspiring for anatomy practice.”

“Sure.” Futaba switched on the television and loaded the show. The familiar jingle burst from the speaker and Yusuke absentmindedly hummed along with the music. The title card flashed on screen: Death of a Condor.

“Wait, what’s going on?” he asked, looking up from his drawing. “Is Black Condor dead? I thought the feather of destiny made him invincible?”

“It does, but it was stolen by Purple Squirrel in episode eight,” explained Futaba. “Weren’t you paying attention?”

“Not really. I just watch it for the fight scenes.”

“And the cute boys.”

Yusuke blushed bright red. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Futaba giggled, throwing a bag of crisps at Yusuke, which smacked him square in the forehead. “Here,” she said. “Don’t forget to eat. You know what you’re like.”

“I was going to eat eventually,” he grumbled.

“Sure you were,” said Futaba, rolling her eyes. “Just remember to, okay? Sojiro will kill me if you collapse on the way home again.”

Yusuke nodded, his tongue still stuck out in concentration, as the pencil in his hand danced over the page. Futaba span back around in her chair. She was secretly pleased when she heard the sound of the bag being torn open, followed by a crunch.

What an achievement! She had gotten the starving artist to eat. The only other people who had succeeded at that herculean task were Sojiro and Ren.

She didn’t say anything though. Making a big deal about it would only upset him and he had a hard enough relationship with food as it was. Futaba was content to let him eat at his own pace and return to her show.

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Futaba was furious. They couldn’t just wave away Black Condor’s death by bringing him back to life with Green Parakeet’s powers. Not only did it ruin the climax of the season, but it also made no sense lore wise. If Green Parakeet could bring people back to life, why didn’t she do that to save her lover in episode three? Futaba was going to write a deeply passionate blog post about it later that night.

“So… next episode?” she asked, spinning around in her chair.

Yusuke paused his sketching and nodded. “Just give me a moment,” he said. “I need to use the bathroom.” He stood up, leaving his sketchbook on Ren’s bed.

Once Yusuke’s footsteps had faded and she knew that he was gone, Futaba took a peek at Yusuke’s sketchbook. She couldn’t quell her curiosity, and who knew when she’d have this opportunity again. Yusuke was notoriously protective of his sketchbook – practically growling at anyone who so much as touched it.

The book was open at a sketch of a woman, done in careful, painstaking detail. Even with all the work Yusuke had put into it that evening, the piece still wasn’t quite finished. The woman was beautiful, with long dark hair and slender features. She looked like Yusuke; Futaba realised.

She turned the page, only to see another sketch of the same woman. Upon first glance, it looked identical to the previous sketch, but upon closer inspection she noticed a few slight differences. The nose and eyes were a different shape, and her hair seemed a deeper black.

There was another sketch on the next page. And the next. And the next. And the one after that. Each one was slightly different but still recognisable as the same person.

The door slammed open, and Futaba involuntarily jumped, tearing the fragile page in half.

“Futaba!” snapped Yusuke. “What the hell are you doing? You know you’re not supposed to touch that.”

His eyes fell upon the torn page and his mouth twitched halfway into a frown. Futaba dropped the sketchbook, which landed on the bed, with a thud.

“Inari I—"

Yusuke stared down at the ground, not wanting Futaba to see his expression. “Get out,” he said.

He couldn’t lose his temper with her. Not with Futaba, the girl who cried if people raised their voice at her, who jumped at every slam of the door, who was terrified of strangers, all because she had been hurt by someone who was supposed to love her, just like Yusuke had.

They were birds of a feather in that respect. They were two helpless fledglings who had been beaten and thrown from their nest before they were ready, doomed to suffer at the hand of fate.

He refused to do that to another person.

He refused to repeat history.

“I’m sorry,” mumbled Futaba.

“Please go. I need... I need you to go.” His voice broke, as he was barely holding back his angry tears. “I can’t… I don’t want to let myself be mad at you. Please, just give me some time alone.”

“Yusuke…”

“Please Futaba,” implored Yusuke. “Don’t force yourself to be around me while I’m like this.”

Futaba gave him one final worried look before slinking out the room, shutting the door behind her.

***

Futaba knocked on the door again fifteen minutes later, holding a plate of curry in her hands. After she had explained the situation, Sojiro served up a portion and told her to give it to Yusuke as a peace offering.

“Inari!” she called. “I come bearing gifts of curry.”

She received no response, and for a moment considered leaving the plate at the door for Yusuke to collect later. Then, the door slowly creaked open revealing the artist. He had been crying, she could tell. His eyes were bloodshot, and streaks of tears were left on his cheeks. He rubbed at his face with the sleeve of his shirt.

“Do you want it?” asked Futaba, offering out the curry. “You can say no.”

Yusuke looked a little apprehensive but nodded.

“Can I come in?” she added. Another nod.

They sat down on Ren’s bed, and Yusuke held the plate carefully in his hands, as if he were carrying a gift from a god.

“Are you okay?” asked Futaba. Yusuke set the plate down on his lap.

“I’m sorry,” he signed, hands trembling. “I can’t speak right now.”

Futaba had been teaching Yusuke and the rest of the Phantom Thieves sign language for a little while now. It was useful for giving commands in the metaverse and for when one of the party members went nonverbal, which wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, especially with four autistic party members.

Still, she knew that Yusuke wasn’t very fluent, and it would be difficult to carry a full conversation with him in sign. They would have to find another way to communicate. Then, she had an idea.

“Do you want to text?” she offered. Yusuke nodded, setting the curry on the desk and pulling out his phone. Futaba did the same.

Yusuke: I apologise.

Yusuke: It was wrong of me to snap at you like that.

Futaba glanced up at him, quickly typing in her response.

Futaba: I understand. You were upset.

Three dots hovered in place for a moment, as Yusuke typed.

Yusuke: Being upset is no excuse for how I acted. It was completely out of order.

Yusuke: It’s just hard.

Futaba: Do you want to talk about it?

Yusuke paused for a second.

Yusuke: Yes.

Yusuke: The painting downstairs is my mother. She died when I was young. I can’t quite remember her, no matter how hard I try. Her self-portrait, while beautiful, isn’t objective. No self portrait is.

Yusuke: I’ve been trying to piece her face together from the few bits I can remember but I can never get it right.

Yusuke: When I was younger, I tried to do the same thing, but I was caught.

There was a pause in the conversation and Futaba looked up. Yusuke’s eyes were watering. He looked like he was going to burst into tears all over again.

Yusuke: Madarame tore up every single sketch and burned them all in the fireplace. I cried for hours but he didn’t apologise. He wasn’t even sorry.

Futaba: That’s horrible! You did nothing wrong.

Yusuke: I’m sorry I yelled at you Futaba. I don’t know what came over me. It’s just when I saw that torn page, it was like I was back there again, having all my hard work destroyed.

Futaba: You were scared Yusuke. I understand.

She turned off her phone and fetched the curry from the table. “Here,” she said, passing it to Yusuke. “Crying takes it out of you.”

Yusuke accepted the offering, taking a bite of the curry. Futaba wasn’t sure what to do with herself. She eventually settled on sitting next to Yusuke and placing her hand on top of of his. He gave her a sceptical look, but made no move to pull away, taking another bite.

They were as different as two people could be, but they understood each other and that was enough.

#persona 5 fanfiction #persona 5 angst #yusuke kitagawa #futaba sakura #yusuke kitagawa & futaba sakura #why do I insist on torturing my children like this?#angst #but a little fluffy #inkwell writes

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chandisiacs · 5 years ago

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satsified. ✧ seo changbin

genre ✧ a bit of fluff, but mostly passionate, (lowkey) filthy smut

warnings ✧ nipple play, fingering, (maybe) overstimulation, mentions of gagging, deepthroating, and blowjobs

word count ✧ 1946

note ✧ requested by @violethhj and anonymous. for my baby @bruh-changbin. happy birthday, love. i’ll most likely be asleep when you read this, but i hope this satisfies you enough. have a great birthday! 💓💓🥂

song recommendations ✧ problem with you and stand still by sabrina claudio

[11:20pm] truth is, you were only a little satisfied with the satin sheets and silk nightgowns, the five-star michelin caribbean cuisine and top-tier hotel that would pass for a millionaire’s penthouse. it was part of the fbi agent boyfriend package, and who are you to deny offers such as traveling with your fbi agent boyfriend to the middle of the caribbean to deal with matters you never bothered to indulge yourself in? this was the life you always wanted, but there was one thing missing.

changbin.

being part of the fbi agency meant more work and less pay, and you knew that. he had already told you about it one time when you were whining about his late comings and early morning leaves. you figured that perhaps a little caribbean vacation would earn you more quality time with changbin, but you were stupid enough to even consider “business trip” labeled over “vacation”. nothing can beat satisfaction other than the feel of your boyfriend on your body, the light kisses on your cheeks and eyelids, and the warmth of his hand in yours while gallivanting across the caribbean roads. sadly, satisfaction wasn’t on your side today.

as you stared out into the gleaming city at night, bokeh lights from skyscrapers and buildings shining in front of your figure, you tried to lift the heavy heart settling on your chest at displeasure. you didn’t even notice the door opening behind you. it was only changbin’s tired voice that snapped you out of your thoughts at that very instant, but you didn’t dare to turn around and face him. “i’m back. man, today was a total drag! there were a couple of guys that we had to take downtown, and none of them had an alibi to the culprit.”

“a shame.” you hummed, words shallow. changbin was busy tossing his blazer by the bed and loosening his tie to notice how empty that sounded, and gave you a scoff. “a shame indeed. i swear, [first name], when we get my hands on him, i’ll--”

he faltered when he sought you by the balcony, arms folded over your chest and back silhouetted by the raging white city lights and moonshine from across the night sky. changbin then knew that something was up, for he slowly approached you, placing his hands on your shoulders and whispering gently on your ear. “hey baby, what’s on your mind?”

that was it. the warmth he was sending you through his palms smoothing down your shoulders, the breath brushing past your ear. you longed for his touch all day, longed for that voice of his. you never woke up to him beside you these past mornings, neither have you fallen asleep with his arms around you, so forgive yourself for being touch-starved. you had to tell him.

“binnie,” you stared across the blinking skyscraper from a mile’s distance. “i’m tired. how come i never wake up to you beside me anymore? how come i never get to hear your ‘good night’s to me before i sleep? how come we never get time together? i agreed to come with you to this trip because i wanted us to spend some time as a couple. this was definitely not what i was expecting, changbin.”

changbin stood silent the whole time, staring into the same distance as yours. it took him a few moments to respond, before he finally spoke up. “i’m sorry that i didn’t reach your expectations, [first name], but you already know that it’s less work--”

“less play, i know.” you interjected, inhaling a sharp breath at the familiar sentence he would always pull up as an excuse every time he came home at unreasonable hours. changbin seemed to catch on to your irritation, and pulled your body closer to his, wrapping his arms around your waist. “i have a free day tomorrow.” he mused in hopes to cheer you up, which piqued your interest a bit. “we can have the whole day to ourselves, baby. just you and me. we can go window shopping, hang around a few beaches, eat in fine dining. how does that sound, hm?”

a small smile spread to your lips at your boyfriend’s reassurance. sighing, you finally turned around to meet your hands with changbin’s while giggling softly. “i just want you, changbin. i could just stay in bed all day, as long as you’re with me. i ask for nothing more.”

if a smile could light up a thousand suns, then that would be changbin’s smile the moment you laid that onto him. this was nice. no, it was perfect. you’ve longed for moment where he’d have his lips on yours again, his hands intertwined with yours like tangled strings furled and difficult to pull apart. you could only thank the heavens for that moment to come true, and you gladly kissed back when he did, smiling at the love hidden beneath the warmth of his lips.

“i’m all yours.” changbin mused once he pulled away, and held his palm on your cheek, stroking his thumb against your skin. “what shall we do, now that i’m here?”

you were just about ready to enumerate a couple of things that you would like to do with your boyfriend tonight, but that was interrupted when you felt the sneak of his fingers threading the strap of your nightgown, tugging it down slowly. you raised a brow at changbin, amused, and your amusement even delved deeper when you found him smiling at you innocently, a stark contrast to his fingers sliding the next strap down as easily as the first one. “i don’t know, binnie. what shall you do?”

“you said you wanted me? here i am.” changbin kept his eyes locked on yours as he lead his fingers to trace down the line of your cleavage, before settling his fingertip on your right nipple. he circled around the nub before bringing two of his fingertips to squeeze it, and his smirk deepened when he heard your breath hitch from his touch. “ah, so this is what you wanted.” you responded, though your voice sounded smaller than usual. you couldn’t keep your voice at bay when changbin toyed with your nipple like that, and it only mildly frustrated you that you were growing wet just by his touch.

“it is.” he hummed back, and grabbed a hold of the collar of your nightgown before staring at you. “but is it what you want?”

“yes.” is the only thing that escapes from your mouth before changbin released the fabric from his hold, its lavender silk smoothing down your body before it dropped to the floor, revealing your stark naked form in front of his clad one. you grew hot just by changbin’s eyes darting past the entirety of your body, eye-fucking every single bit of you that you wondered how you looked like in his fantasies. “you slut.” he husked out, and it only took you little to no time to recover from that short spasm shooting from your spine at his name-calling before he grabbed a hold of your waist and pulled you inside, shutting the balcony doors shut and drawing the curtains close.

changbin enraptured his lips on yours once more, this time needier and hungrier compared to the chaste one he gave earlier. the both of you were clumsy as you fiddled with getting his belt unbuckled and him fiddling with the buttons before his clothes were discarded on the carpet floor, and you let out a small squeak when you fell upon the mattress, changbin caging you beneath him as so.

he wasted no time in kissing you senseless, saliva-coated lips making its way from your jaw, to your neck, then to your breasts. he took delight in taking your nipple in his mouth, his lips smacking and nibbling on the hardened nub like it was the cherry on top of a vanilla ice cream. you lulled your head back against the satin sheets, whimpering and moaning from the stimulation of changbin on your pleasure spot, and you buckled yourself when you felt his hand fondle at the folds of your pussy. his fingers worked like magic as he spread your folds apart and busied his middle finger on swirling pressure onto your clit.

“spread your legs, baby.” he mouthed on your nipple, pressing soft kisses around the nub before moving over to your left nipple. you did as he was told, spreading your legs apart and adjusting to the strokes of changbin’s fingers in you. you cried out in immense pleasure when you felt two of his fingers sliding deeper onto you, and the pace quickened as well as his tongue on your nub, sending your mind into a total frenzy.

eyes rolled back, moans spewing out from your mouth like a broken record, you braced your body from changbin’s foreplay and humped on his fingers, absolutely feeling blissful at the feeling of his digits around your walls. he was chasing your high before you knew it, and with jumbled words of, “i’m gonna cum”, you spilled all over changbin’s fingers, marking that as your first orgasm of tonight.

changbin’s pace slowed down after that, and he pulled away from your reddened nipples to take in your form. you were panting heavily beneath him, sweat marring your temples and chest filled completely with saliva. your legs were twitching from post-orgasm, jizz drizzling down your inner thighs that looked like heaven in changbin’s eyes. lustful gaze locked in with your clouded ones, he brought the two fingers you cummed in to his mouth and licked them clean. he saved the last bit for you, of course, and drew his wet fingers in your mouth, breath becoming bated as you sucked on them like a filthy cumslut.

“you taste yourself, baby?” changbin said lowly. “how do you taste?”

“good.” you mewled in response, licking every bit of your cum and his saliva further down your tongue before you took every bit of his fingers in. you eyed him with thirst as you took his digits in your mouth, and changbin fought back a low growl when he felt the bulge on his boxers hardening on the fabric. instead, he shut his eyes and imagined his fingers as his cock, being dicked down and licked by your tongue and deepthroated by your mouth. he wanted you in him so bad, so, so bad, and he dimly thought about how he was so glad he was taking the day off for the whole of tomorrow.

he could go all night with you if he wanted.

with that idea in mind, changbin released his fingers from your mouth as soon as you were finished, and flipped you over so that you were on top of him. you were caught in surprise by his act, but as changbin smirked up at you, you wondered why he was such in a mood before he grabbed your hand and guided it on his erection, now hard and leaking with precum.

“help me?” he asked innocently, the same tone as the one he asked you earlier by the balcony. you scoffed at his change of dominance, but you didn’t mind one bit at it. “you are unbelievable, seo.” you said one last time, before tugging his boxers down and finding your palm right on top of his hardened cock.

with the small whine changbin let out, and the next pool of arousal building around your core, the both of you knew that this was going to take all night. you dimly thought about how you were so glad that changbin was taking the day off for the whole of tomorrow, and with that thought in mind, you were more than just glad that changbin was now all yours.

#stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids smut #stray kids #skz #seo changbin #seo changbin smut #pav.writes #this was longer than expected thats why i cut it LMAO #n e way cherry anon and sky i hope you enjoy this !!!!! <3

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2manyfandoms2count · 5 years ago

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#MarichatMay Day 24

Long post ft. a Reveal, Marichat, lowkey other sides of the lovesquare and fluff :3 Hope you guys enjoy! xxx

Based on the prompt list by @marichatmay

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Day 24: Confession

“Purr-incess? I might have to confess something.”

“What have you done this time?” Marinette sighed, barely looking up from her newspaper. She was reading the fashion pages, regularly bookmarking pictures from the Paris Autumn Fashion Week report. She wasn’t so much interested in the stars as she was in the trends that were emerging, although there were a couple of good shots of Adrien Agreste that would definitely be making it to her picture-board.

Had Marinette been focusing on Chat Noir instead, she would have noticed how fidgety he was, a lot more hyper than usual. He paced around her room, biting his claws in a nervous habit. Ever since he’d found out Ladybug was, in fact, Marinette, he’d done his best to conceal his own identity, while secretly trying to get her attention, but not knowing how to. He hadn’t meant to follow Ladybug Home. In fact, he hadn’t realised he was until he had gotten close enough to Marinette’s flat. He’d been blinded by a familiar red flash just as he prepared to jump onto her balcony, and seen his friend casually walk out from behind the chimney, fishing in her bag to get a macaron out for the red being that floated next to her.

Chat had been meaning to visit Marinette that particular night to welcome her back after her holiday. Which, now that he thought about it, matched Ladybug’s own time off. He thought about all the times he’d missed the connections. How Marinette had never been akumatised. How fast Ladybug appeared when the attacks happened at school, how well she seemed to know the targets. How the only time he’d seen both Marinette and Ladybug together, Trixx had conveniently been amongst the kidnapped Kwamis. How similar Ladybug and the illusory Marinette had looked, down to the hairstyle. For somebody whose main line of business was looks, he certainly had been very blind.

Chat had almost collided with a wall as he ran back to his room, laughing about his discovery and the irony of him calling Marinette an everyday Ladybug. Knowing his Lady, she probably had been panicking inside at the thought of being unmasked. Yet it made so much sense that the most caring, mindful and genuinely kind person he knew was the person behind the mask. How had it escaped him for so long?

He’d spent the rest of the Summer pondering what to do with the information. Should he come clean to Marinette? At least about him knowing? She was the guardian after all, surely it was only a matter of time before she ended up knowing about his identity anyway.

When school started again, still unsure about what to do, Adrien had probed Alya and Nino to figure out if they also knew. Alya being hot on LB’s tracks all the time, surely she must have been aware that her favourite superhero was her best friend. After talking with her, he concluded that either she didn’t know, or she played her cards reaaaally close to her chest. She’d let something slip about Marinette liking him, though, which, once he’d calmed the butterflies in his stomach -the girl of his dreams liked him back-, had lead him to spend a lot of time trying to get closer to her. He thought it would be perfect; he’d know the truth, but she didn’t have to.

Except that to everyone’s disbelief, Marinette had gently rejected Adrien’s date invitations. Once. Twice. Three times. Alya could not fathom what was going on in her best friend’s head, and she wouldn’t tell her. She just said she had a secret crush, but that she couldn’t say anything more. Adrien’s heart ached a bit, but guessed that after all the time he’d made her suffer by calling her a “good friend”, it was normal that she had moved on. He might have been slightly jealous, but he had respectfully backed away.

Until tonight. Chat Noir had been visiting Marinette (just because she wouldn’t date him didn’t mean he didn’t want to hang out with his friend), and she’d left him for a bit to get some croissants from the bakery. Left unsupervised, Chat had skimmed through her latest sketches, her talent never failing to impress him. And that’s when he’d seen her diary, open wide. It had been pushed back behind her computer monitor, probably when he’d arrived. He really hadn’t meant to pry, but as his gaze landed on the page, he saw his name. Chat Noir.

His curiosity getting the better of him, he had read the diary entry, his cheeks warming as he read her silent confession that she liked him. She seemed a little conflicted about her feelings, but his bad puns were the main thing she held against him. It was all he could do not to waltz with her when she came up the stairs.

Marinette mistook his delight for over excitement at the thought of eating pastries, which she faced every time she gave Chat anything to eat. She refrained from worrying about his eating habits, given that he’d admitted to being a high level, part time sportsman (he wouldn’t say which sport, but the fact that his right arm muscles were a bit more developed than his left had made her assume it was tennis). His enthusiasm had made her smile, but she hadn’t paid much attention to it as she opened the magazine Chat had brought her.

“I might have agreed to us going on a double date? Adrien Agreste asked if I could organise a dinner with Ladybug, and well, I didn’t want to be the third wheel so I said we’d both go...” Chat was making it up as he went. This could be a solution to his conundrum. An opportunity to tell her who he was, that he knew, and (he could dream) to make out with her on the Paris rooftops.

“You what?” The magazine fell flat on her lap as all colour drained from her face.

“I’m so sorry, I know I should have asked first, but he has a photo shoot opportunity for us and wanted to meet her in another context first... And Ladybug said yes.” He looked straight into her eyes as he iterated the last sentence, daring her to contradict him.

Marinette gaped at the audacity. The blatant lie. It hit her that there was nothing she could do, nothing she could say except accept the proposition. The way Chat looked at her told her he at least suspected there was a link between her and Ladybug. She couldn’t call him out on Ladybug’s supposed agreement to go. Outright refusing the dinner invitation would be fishy.

She took a deep breath before replying. “Okay, fine, then.” She could always make up an excuse closer to the date.

Her answer took Chat by surprise, but he did his best to hide it. He promised he’d be in touch as he left, and pressed a longing kiss on Marinette’s forehead, drawing a bright shade of crimson to her cheeks as he did so.

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Ladybug swung from chimney to chimney on her way to the rooftop. She’d decided it would be Marinette bailing tonight. How could she explain getting there otherwise? And after all, it was Ladybug whom Adrien wanted to see.

She landed at the meeting point, expecting to find the two boys she’d ever had feelings for. Instead, only one was present.

“Good evening, Adrien.” She smiled. Her romantic feelings for him had melted as her relationship with Chat bloomed. Adrien’s recent interest in her had further confused her, but she was certain now that her heart belonged to a certain leather-clad cat. “Has Chat not made it yet?”

“Actually, he has.” He gave her an oddly familiar smile, one she wasn’t used to seeing on him.

“Oh?” She asked, discreetly looking around. She noticed the candle-lit table in the center of the rooftop, a single rose laid on one of the two plates. Ladybug stared at him blankly, her brain taking a minute to register the information. “Is he not staying for dinner, then?”

“Just as much as Marinette will.”

“Do you mean...”

“Plagg, claws out.” Adrien called out, holding his hand out. A black blur cycloned towards his simple, silver ring, and in a green flash, the model was replaced by her partner.

Her face was tense from trying very hard not to gape. Her jaw would probably have hit the floor otherwise.

“You knew.” She managed to articulate.

“I did.”

“Tikki, spots off.” She felt more comfortable speaking as herself. Which she knew was stupid. She was Ladybug. And Adrien was Chat Noir. “I can’t believe you managed to make me fall for you twice.” She knew there were more pressing matters. They were out in the open, they’d both transformed. They now both knew who the other was. But for once she let her heart speak for her first.

“In my defense, you claw-ly have a type.” He chuckled. They were facing each other now, close enough for his hand to come and cup her face, his thumb gently stroking her cheek.

“As if you don’t!” She snorted, her eyes lost in his green ones. They reflected the flickering candles in a warm way, making her feel at Home.

“Never said I didn’t.” He kissed her lightly on the forehead. On her nose. On her cheek. “You know, I lied the other day when I said I had to confess something.” He whispered as he continued trailing kisses on her face, behind her ears, just below her jaw.

“Oh yeah?” She sighed, savouring the moment.

“My actual confession is, I love you, my Ladynette.” He smiled tenderly as he drowned into the sapphire of her eyes.

“And I love you, my Chadrien.”

Their lips found each other like two butterflies as they stood in their own bubble, the Eiffel Tower erupting in lights behind them as the clock struck the hour.

#slightly cringing at the ending #but i actually didn't know where i was going until i got there #and then i just sort of embraced it #marichatmay2020 #marichat #marinette dupain cheng #chat noir #ladybug #adrien agreste #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #the miraculous tales of ladybug and cat noir #miraculous fanfic #miraculous fanfiction #miraculous reveal #confession #elle writes

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southwalessubculture · 4 years ago

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Physical Affection with - Jungle Boy

added author’s note, pre-posting: fuckin’ love how the queue doesn’t apparently work...anyways, i thought it was gonna be up a few days ago, so sorry and also fuck off, tumblr.

I really enjoyed the last one (and also @sansammy requested it), so here’s physical affection HCs with Jungle Boy!

He’s gonna be hesitant about PDA (something I mentioned in my friends-to-lovers with JB, which you can find here)

He’s young and a little shy; he doesn’t really understand where the line between cute and cringey falls for those around you, so he errs on the side of caution

He’ll definitely be more open in front of close friends that he knows won’t mind (think among the lines of Stella, Marko and Luchasaurus, etc.), although he’ll still be kind of reserved

When you’re alone, though?

He’s all in on the physical affection train

Holding Hands

By and far, his favorite thing to do

It’s small, casual, and something that he can easily take comfort in

He loves to hold your hand when he’s nervous, especially in public; it’s something that isn’t too attention-grabbing, but it’s still personal

Before his matches, he’ll sit you on one of the equipment cases and stand in front of you, holding both your hands in his as you hype him up

If you wear rings or bracelets, he’s gonna fidget with them during those moments as a way of bringing himself back to you

When you go to the ring with him, he’ll reach down and squeeze your hand from on top of Luchasaurus’s shoulders (although he probably won’t hold your hand for more than a few seconds on camera)

If he needs your attention, then he’ll walk past you and give your hand a quick squeeze; it’s easier than texting and he knows you won’t miss it

He also holds your hand when you’re nervous!

He works with a lot of Loud and Intimidating people, so he understands that it’s easy for you to get overwhelmed by all the noise, large bodies, and even just the general backstage rush

If he sees you struggling to keep up with a situation, he’ll take your hand and squeeze it to check on you

If you squeeze back, he’ll take you out of the area with some sort of “Marko got stuck on top of a locker” type of excuse that makes no sense, but he’s trying so hard for you

Totally the type to whisper in your ear about well your hand fits into his (yes, he knows it cheesy. he doesn’t care.)

Bonus: He jokingly kisses your hand when you’re alone, especially if you’re about to go on a date or something. He’ll also call you his princess when he does.

Hugging

He loves to hold you while you work

He hugs you from behind, watching how you do even the most simple things like washing produce or typing a paper as if it’s the most enamoring thing in the world to him

If he sees that someone’s making you uncomfortable, he’s absolutely going to insert himself into the situation

And he’ll absolutely do that by putting his arms around your waist and setting his head on your shoulder, glaring at the person until they get the hint and leave

It’s the most publically forward he’ll be about dating you, and he’ll only do it if he knows that you’re uncomfortable

He knows the difference between you having fun with a friend and someone hitting on you, but even if he gets a little jealous, he won’t intervene unless he sees that you can’t get them to buzz off by yourself

(what i’m saying is that he trusts you, but he’s still aware that people might not listen to you unless he gets involved on your behalf)

(and this got very off topic)

If you’re hanging out with close friends, yours or his, he’ll sit next to you and throw an arm over your shoulder

If someone calls him out on it, then he’ll do the same thing to the person on his other side and ask if it’s a problem now (although he’ll hold you a little tighter as he does)

He’s a cheeky little shit and he will tickle you when he hugs you

Especially if you’re alone

Bonus: He loves when you hug his teammates! They’re a very affectionate trio in that sense, so he’s definitely going to think it’s cute to see how comfortable you are with them.

Kissing

He loves to kiss you

He’ll look for excuses to kiss you

Win a big match? He’ll kiss you

Did you do something super cool? He’ll kiss you

MJF got his ass beat? He’ll kiss you (he doesn’t like MJF, okay?)

I lowkey see him a fan of neck kisses, especially when he’s watching you do something

He’ll bury his face in the crook of your neck, peppering your skin with little kisses and telling you how pretty you are

He’ll kiss your nose when he thinks you’re acting cute; if you’re acting grumpy after he wins in a video game, getting excited over a new dessert you want to try, or even when you’ve just woken up and given him a giant smile, he’ll peck the tip of your nose and smile at you

Alternatively, if you’re in public and you do something cute, he might pull your hand up and kiss your knuckles since it’s not as apparent

Except for that, he will very, very rarely kiss you in front of other people; mainly if you’re going to be apart for a little while or you’re seeing each other for the first time in a few days or longer

And maybe when something Very Big happens and he can’t stop himself

Bonus: He once kissed your cheek after winning a tag team contendership match while Stella was recording for her Instagram story, and nobody noticed until the internet lost their shit about it.

He got super embarrassed about it, but he also secretly asked her to send the video since he thought it was so cute to see how you smiled and covered your face, mildly in shock from his unusual behavior.

Cuddling

He’s always gonna want to be cuddling you when you’re alone

He loves playing video games with you, laying down on the couch and holding his controller in front of you

He’ll hold you, chest-to-chest, and rub circles with his fingers on your body when he’s a little stressed

Speaking of stress, he could listen to you vent forever

He’ll let you sit in his lap and play with his hair, his fingertips drawing circles on your leg or stomach as you tell him about what’s bothering you

He’ll try his best to give advice (he’ll often end up recommending that you ask Luchasaurus or one of the older members of the roster if he can’t help you, although he tries not to unless necessary)

If you get self-conscious, then he’s gonna literally kiss every inch of your body as he tells you everything that he loves about you

He has absolutely done this while drunk (regardless of whether or not you needed to hear it in that moment, per se) and he ended up crying in your arms while telling you about how much he loved you

He loves waking up next to you, almost more than falling asleep with you

He adores how you curl up against him when you fall asleep, the way that you nuzzle into his chest

Absolutely lost his shit the first time you woke up next to him, giving him a quiet “good morning” in your sleepy voice

Bonus: The first time that you stayed with him, he had to wake you up from a nightmare. He was so scared, although he didn’t want you to see that; he pulled up a movie on his laptop and held you until you fell back asleep, and then nearly stayed up until dawn in case you needed him again.

Miscellaneous Things

Totally wants to do that cliché thing where you sit in his lap and he puts his hands over yours on a keyboard or controller, teaching you to play a video game he likes

He likes to go on swimming or on hikes with you, if you’re into that kind of thing; he sees it as a great way to show you some of his favorite places and also get a bit of alone time with you

He will carry you through the woods on his shoulders if you let him and that is not a question

Also, loves carrying you! He doesn’t like the idea of you getting tired, so he’ll just pack you up on his back and carry you around (especially if you’ve been standing for a long time and he’s worried about it)

I feel like he’d also lowkey fall in love with you all over again if you fell asleep against his shoulder while you’re hanging out

He’s always a little worried about you, and he’s very attentive to what you need, so expect to find random snacks, water bottles, or phone chargers lying about exactly when you need them

I feel like he’d probably start keeping a first-aid kit with different over-the-counter medicines in his car or bag in case you get hurt or sick when you’re with him

If you use feminine care items, he always keeps some on him in case of emergencies (and he’ll defend it to the death if someone tries to make fun of him for doing it)

He’ll also absolutely memorize any allergies you have and he’ll be super vigilant about that shit (like, to the point where he’ll text you about dust/pollen for the day if it’s going to be particularly bad)

Basically, he’s not going to be super publically affectionate, but he loves that shit in private

He will, however, show his affection much more in terms of caring for you and making sure you have everything you need; he’s such a sweet and thoughtful person, and he doesn’t want you to ever worry about anything when you’re with him

#jungle boy headcanon #jungle boy hcs #jack perry headcanon #jack perry hcs #think i'm gonna stop putting things in the main tags unless it's my first time writing for them #constantly seeing my own shit in tags i follow is a bit awkward tbh

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berjhawn · 5 years ago

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In My Head - Ch 10 - A Bond

Warnings: None really.

Pairings: Geralt X Reader x Bucky ; Bucky X Reader x Geralt ; Geralt x Reader ; Bucky X Reader

Summary: Girl dreams about boy, girl meets boy, chaos ensues.

A/N: I know i said it’d be about 10 chapters but now it’s looking like possibly at the most 15.

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I pace back and forth in the lab as I wait for Tony to open the portal. Over the last few months Tony had worked on perfecting the positioning of where the portal would be without my knowledge. He told me that he had a feeling I would be going back. I didn’t know how to thank him enough. Natasha was going this time, mainly because I knew she secretly wanted to kick Geralt’s ass. Thor was going because he quote-unquote ‘Wanted to kill monsters’, but I knew he was secretly worried for me.

“Almost got it.” Tony calls out from behind a machine he was tinkering with.

“Are you sure about this?” I hear Wanda ask and I nod.

“I need to be there. I can’t explain it, but I need to be there.”

“What about Geralt? What if you see him again?” She asks and I sigh.

“I honestly don’t want to, and I’m sure Cintra is the last place on Earth he’ll be.”

“What if you’re wrong?” Natasha asks from beside me her eyes focused on what Tony was doing.

“If I’m wrong?” I pause thinking about the possibility of seeing him again. The hurt was still fresh in my heart but I quickly push it aside. “I’ll cross that bridge when I get there.”

“Alright, it’s ready.” Tony calls out as he pushes a button causing the portal to appear. I look toward it to see the halls of the castle and my heart pulls me towards it. I turn back to everyone and give then a soft smile.

“Thank you,” I say as I look each of them in the eyes. “You’ll have to come visit me sometime.”

“Of course,” Tony interjects pulling my attention to him. “You can’t get rid of us that easily.”

“I love you guys.” I add tears stinging my eyes.

“Here,” Tony adds handing Thor, Natasha, and myself a wristband. “If and when you all want to come back or whatever, these will do it.”

“And don’t worry about things here,” Steve calls from the corner of the room. “We’ve got things covered.” He adds and I know that he is also referring to Bucky.

“Thank you.” I add one last time before I turn and with a hopeful heart head through the portal.

In an instant I can hear Pavetta’s cries filling the halls causing me to instantly rush towards her. Reaching the outside of her room I see Duny pacing back and forth outside her door. Worry and concern filled his entire being. Hearing our footsteps his head turns towards us and a new fear fills his face.

“Please, don’t claim my child.” He pleads and I just shake my head.

“I’m not here to lay claim to anything. I don’t want to take your child from you. I just want to be able to be here and watch the child grow up. That is all.”

Relief washes over him as he visually relaxes.

“Thank you for not taking them from me.”

“I would never do that.” I repeat as Pavetta lets out a loud cry. “Why aren’t you in there?”

“The midwives won’t let me.” Duny replies making me roll my eyes.

“She needs you.” I reply as I instantly walk forward and pushing the door open draw attention to ourselves.

“What are you doing here?!” Queen Calanthe cries out as she places herself between me and Pavetta.

“A father should be able to watch his child being born.” I announce moving to the side as Duny rushes over to Pavetta’s side and taking her hand starts to soothe her reassuringly. “I understand that you do not like me. I don’t really care, but I assure you I mean no one in this room harm. I just want to be here and watch this beautiful child that is about to grace us with their presence, grow up into a wonderful human being. That’s it.”

“And your companions?” Calanthe questions looking from Thor to Natasha.

“You’ve met my brother,” I motion to Thor who was standing directly to my left. “This is Natasha, a great warrior of our kingdom, and my closest friend.” I conclude making the queen nod.

“Let them stay.” I hear Pavetta call out my eyes finding hers as she tries to breathe through a contraction.

“Very well,” Calanthe decides before she turns back to her daughter.

A group of midwives’ rushes around bringing hot water and clean towels to Pavetta’s bedside. I offer Duny a soft smile as I touch Thor and Natasha’s sides and quickly bow out of the room. They deserved their privacy. When we are outside the room Thor closes the doors giving them the privacy they deserved.

We sat outside the room for what seemed like hours before a baby’s cry fills the air. I could feel the pull to the child through the door but I resisted the urge to go inside. I waited patiently until Duny comes out a bright smile on his face.

“A daughter, I have a daughter.” He calls and I smile at him.

“Congratulations.” I say offering him a hug.

“Would you like to see her?” he asks as he pulls back keeping me at arm’s length.

“If I could? Yes, I would like too.” I answer making him lead me into the room.

I look over the covers to see Pavetta lying there all tuckered out. I offer her a soft smile as I near her bed and say, “Congratulations.” She offers me a smile as she cradles a bundle of joy in her arms.

“Thank you for not taking her from us.” Pavetta says and I nod.

“I would never take her from you.” I assure her as I sit down on the side of her bed.

“Would you like to hold her?” She asks and I fell my heart start to race.

“Could I?” I ask tears stinging my eyes.

Pavetta nods and I lean forward gently taking the baby from her. As soon as I touch her, I know I would never let anything happen to her. I would always been here to protect her. Tears fall from my eyes as I instantly feel a connection to her. Her eyes look up at mine and even though I know she can’t really see me yet I smile brightly at her.

“Hello beautiful.” I coo. “Have you both thought of a name?”

“Cirilla.” Pavetta answers.

“Hello Cirilla.” I say softly. “Even though I would love to hold you forever, I’m sure your mom and dad would love some alone time with you.”

I gently hand Cirilla back to Pavetta and giving them a soft smile excuse myself from the room. Outside Thor was talking to Mousesack. Noticing me he offers me a slight bow.

“Hello princess, it’s nice to see that you changed your mind.” He calls.

“I wasn’t going to come back honestly, but I felt a pull to the child that I cannot explain.” I answer honestly making him nod.

“I hear you will be staying with us for some time. I’ll show you to where you will be staying.” He says and I nod.

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Weeks went by before I knew it. Thor went off on his own to try and ‘kill monsters’ as he called it saying he was getting bored sitting in a castle all day. Natasha stayed close by my side but I could tell she was lowkey enjoying herself. I tried to let Pavetta and Duny be alone with their child. Give them time to bond but when Cirilla would cry out uncontrollably I ended up stepping in. As soon as I held her, she would calm down. I was starting to fall in love deeply with this beautiful bundle of joy.

Tonight, Thor was returning for the ball announcing Cirilla’s birth. I was excited to see him. Even though him being my brother was a lie, he was quickly filling that slot. Natasha glares at her reflection in the mirror making a smirk fill my lips.

“You look great Nat,” I say as one of the many handmaiden’s mess with my hair.

“I can’t move in this dress.”

“Unless you feel like dancing, I doubt you’ll be moving around too much.”

“Who knows, maybe your boyfriend will show up and cause chaos.”

“He’s not my boyfriend, and I really doubt that.” I assure her as my eyes move back to the mirror.

“You really don’t want to see him?” Natasha asks as she turns to meet my gaze.

“No… I don’t.” I answer my brows furrowing as I shift uncomfortably in my seat.

“Do you still dream about him?” Natasha asks as she sits down on the bed her arms folded over her chest.

“If you’re asking if I see him like I used too then the answer is no.” I pause as the handmaiden finishes my hair. I give her a smile and a quick thank you as she leaves the room. “If you are asking if I dream of him like a normal person, then yes.” I shake my head as I stand up and walk across the room. “I really wish I didn’t. My head is giving my heart hope and I hate it.”

Natasha is about to say something when a knock at the door pulls our attention. A bright smile fills my lips as I turn to see Thor standing in the doorway. I instantly close the distance between us as I wrap him in a tight hug.

“I missed you!” I call as I pull away from him.

“I almost didn’t make it in time.” He replies glancing from me to Natasha. “Had a little trouble with some Ghouls but no one betters the God of Thunder.”

“I see you are enjoying yourself here.” Natasha adds making him smirk.

“Since the fall of Asgard I needed to find someplace that needed my skills. What better place than one teaming with monsters.” Thor adds making her nod slightly. “I honestly do not want to go back.”

“No responsibilities, no worries, Just good old fights; right?” Natasha says making Thor’s brow furrow.

“Valkyrie makes a far better king then I ever would have. She and I have an understanding. She rules the people of New Asgard, and I do what I do best.”

“Kill monsters, drink ale, and flirt with mages?” I add making him smirk.

“My little sister knows me so well.” He concludes making me roll my eyes.

“Get cleaned up, Queen Calanthe would love to hear of your battles.” Natasha adds making Thor give a quick nod. He turns to leave making his way to his room only to stop.

“Your boyfriend’s bard is here. Just thought you’d like to know.” Thor announces sending a wave of panic through my body.

“He’s not my boyfriend!” I yell out making Thor quickly duck out of the room as he runs around the corner.

“Well, let’s get this party started, shall we?” Natasha asks and I glare at her.

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I sit at the queen’s table in between King Eist and Thor as I stare out at the lords and ladies as they dance to Jaskier’s playing. He thankfully hadn’t recognized me yet or at least if he had he was pretending he hadn’t. Thor nudges my arm making me turn to meet his gaze.

“You want to walk around?” He asks and I nod.

Him walking around with me wasn’t because I couldn’t do it myself, but the lords have started getting grabby hands as of late. I could very well handle myself but Thor wasn’t about to let me be alone in that situation. Natasha was talking with Calanthe about something and that kept her occupied. As we walk around talking about what he had seen on his little adventures I unconsciously find myself face to face with Jaskier. His eyes find mine and I could tell he recognized me.

“It’s nice to see you again Jaskier.” I say clasping my hands in front of myself.

“That it is Lady (Name),” He replies offering me a quick nod. Then against my better judgement I speak.

“Let’s have a chat, shall we?”

Will Continue -

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kpopisthereasonihavenolife · 5 years ago

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Kitsune | i. demon

Jung Hoseok/Reader [F]

Genre: Demon Hunter AU, Action, Romance, Enemies to Lovers, Japanese Feudal Era

Warning(s): Contains Violence & Blood (Semi to Graphic Depictions)

Words: 8.7k

Summary: Demons: man-eating, murderous monsters who would kill anyone for the blood of humans: be it man, woman or child. They have no need for comrades. Known cannibalize and kill other demons if they so choose. Demon Hunters are tasked with eliminating any and all demons without question, but what would come to pass if they were told that a demon saved a human life? Views, values and relations become altered and absolutely nothing seemed human anymore. Never sharpen a blade too much, lest you become the wounded.

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a/n: It's finally here!!! Lowkey super hyPED to start this series. Pls pls pls let me know what you think of the first part. If you want to be added to the tag list for future parts hmu. (also lmk what you think of my attempt at action scenes LOL)

tag.list: @kathrynwynterbourne

Snowfall. It was the one absolute that was offered in the dead of the winter months. No matter who lives, who has died, what will be and what has been, snowfall will always occur. That was just a common fact. It was what lay beneath and beyond the snow and the walls of villages of homes that were secret.

What lay up beyond the mountains of wisteria and what was kept inside; held as a prison unless otherwise executed. The pure, beautiful snow the people know was far more dark and grim than the children who rolled in it realized. Not a single one of them knew just how crimson snow can become when soaked with the darkest shade of blood from something that isn’t man, nor animal. The blood of a demon is much darker.

The distant woods of Japan were tranquil in the season of winter. Thin bare trees, coated with the faintest layers of snow that could fall off their small, frail branches. The ground though would catch all that fallen snow and pile up until a sea of white would cover the forest floor. Green of grass dead and brown of dirt hidden under the pure white of the cloudy grey skies.

It was in these forests that echoed the sounds of battle.

Somewhere beyond those bare, endless snowy-white trees was a man. Running, weaving through the snowy abyss. Clothbound waraji on his feet and to his knees along with a black keikogi, a single matching obi around his waist. Covered over on top of his zipping body was a red, floral haori- fluttering behind him like a crimson butterfly. Two swords were strapped on top of one another slung around his hip. A hand of his resting on the tip of their dual hilts, steadying them in his rapid sprinting.

He was in pursuit. His head turned towards his right, following something with his eyes as he tracked them. His eyes flicked up to the tree line, following his target. He slid to a stop, drifting into a halt as his heels dug into the pact snow. The hand resting on his swords moved to grip a single one before quietly and steadily drawing his blade.

He stood completely silent, blade shining off the innocent snow. All was still for just a moment. He whipped around, a feral growl approaching as a creature sprung from the treetops above- descending upon him. It was inhuman.

Veins crawling- bulging- up to its neck and around its face. Barely covered in cloth, most unfitting for the cold of winter with stained claws. Claws that were aimed at the hunter’s throat. This mindless demon was looking for its next human meal before the cloudy-snowing sky revealed the sun.

The hunter remained ever calm- even with a demon after his head. A deep breath, a swift moment and a clean strike was all it took. Slicing his sword towards his attacker, he was soon behind the demon once again sheathing his sword after swiping it clean of blood. The demon’s body fell limply into the snow with a muffled thud. It’s head landing away from its body- cleanly decapitated.

The innocent white snow tainted with demon’s blood as its body twitched with its last moments of life. The hunter stood in front of the headless body as it began to disintegrate. The demon howled and cursed before its body and head vanished. Never even a bone remained of the corpse- everything into dust.

Then the hunter bowed.

Placing a hand to rest back on the hilts of his swords, he looked to the frozen rain of snow falling overhead with no sight of stopping. He took a deep breath, letting it out in the form of chilled fog before it dissipated.

“Winter in Japan is much colder than I remember,” was all he said as he stood alone. Setting his sights down- forward- he moved to proceed on. Making his footprint in the bloody snow that would soon be covered by a fresh new layer of white.

The hunter who tread through the woods soon entered through the gates of a village. It was a small one- well off the path that kept it firmly hidden from others. However, this village held a purpose for his visit. A manor that is kept hidden inside a barrier to keep demons from finding it, only Demon Hunters with specifically crafted talisman could see and enter it.

He stood face to face with a long stone wall that surrounded the village perimeter. Examining it, he pulls a talisman from the inside of his keikogi and a portion of the wall appears to distort in his eyes like a ripple. That distortion was his entrance. Stepping through the wall and into the front entrance of the manor.

A long walkway of stepping stone leading to the double shoji door of the large home. The hunter stepped from stone to stone until he was at the door. Ready to open it and head inside, he was stopped from a call above him. Stepping back, he looked up. On the second balcony hung casually over the edge was the body of a samurai he was more than familiar with.

“You are awfully bold. Not even bothering to knock- just entering a house that certainly is not your own.” The man above tutted with a wave of his hand.

“I was called here for business,” the hunter replied. “What reason do I have to announce myself if you all were already well aware of my arrival. I know Shiro knew the moment I arrived at the village gate.” The second balcony man climbed and hopped up and over the wooden railing before practically floating down on the wind. His bare feet hitting the stone landing of the entrance. Landing easy, gracefully next to the hunter as he tucked his arms together in the sleeves of his kimono.

His kimono was a pattern of white and fair yellow; patterns of lilies among the fabric. The obi bound round his waist a pitch black. His dark hair strung array as his eyes hid behind the fringe of his bangs. Having just enough hair to pull and tie into a ponytail at the back of his head with a hair string of yellow he favored. String whipping its ends in the winter breeze.

“Yes, she did. However, you should know not to be rude in any case. This still is not your home.”

“It does not belong to your either, Taehyung.” The hunter informed the casually dressed samurai. Taehyung just shook his head, opening the translucent door as the wind chime above it jingled. He invited the hunter inside to follow after him.

“You sure have been on edge ever since you came back from the continent. Can you pretend not to be insufferable for a change of pace?” Taehyung told him. The hunter slid off his waraji and followed behind Taehyung’s back- despite already knowing the layout of his manor due to his previous visits. Treading halls and tatami mat floors in his two sleeved socks. Taehyung soon arrived at a room, doors shut and stopped before it.

Both samurai and hunter dropped to their knees behind the sliding door. “My Lord,” Taehyung called, head lowered. “Your guest has arrived.” A small sigh came beyond the door.

“You two may enter.” A smooth voice called from inside. Both men stood and excused themselves before they slid the door open and entered.

Sliding the paper door, the room was large and nearly empty. A meeting or gathering room of sorts. Along the tatami floors were cushions for guests to sit. On one of those cushions in the back center of the room sat an elegantly dressed man- an equally elegant tapestry hung on the far wall behind him in the tokonoma. Appearing no older than his middle ages and keeping his true age to himself, not even his most trusted knew his age- aside from his wife.

Dressed in a kimono flattered in golds and reds with the bluest haori of silk on his shoulders, the lord of the manor sat peacefully. Running and taking care of the manor he occupied as well as the village he cherished and everybody that dwelled in them. Long black hair that reached his back and tied with a fine gold ribbon.

Taehyung and the hunter sat in front of him, legs tucked under themselves. The hunter replaced his swords from their place on his hip and removed them to rest them on the floor at his side.

The lord smiled. “Hoseok. It is a pleasure to be in your presence again.” The hunter- known as Hoseok- bowed his head slightly.

“It has been far too long, Lord Fuuta.” The lord waved off the formality. “May I assume Lady Shiro is well?”

“She is. She came to me the moment you arrived; though I am sure you are well aware of that.” Lady Shiro was the lovely wife of Fuuta; she was also a high standing priestess of spiritual power. She was both revered and discriminated- hence why she chose to hide in this home with her beloved. She was never one for public affairs- so her appearance to even the most frequent of guests was never expected.

Fuuta cleared his throat as he stood. His eyes dead set on Hoseok. The soft gleam of his eyes hardening a fraction as Hoseok’s body grew the smallest bit of tension.

“I will move along then. We have someone who was brought to us by Taehyung- a story of his is why we have called you here. I would like you to come and listen and from there I shall decide what I would like the two of you to do.” Fuuta was a man who had more power than just another standing noblemen. He was the center of a small unofficial organization of hunters that specialize in hunting down and killing demons. Consisting of swordsman and the rare swordswoman. From samurai, like Taehyung, and even skilled ninjas- Hoseok had only met one ninja however, as they were not people who enjoy much human confrontation.

Taehyung and Hoseok looked at each other. It was not often Fuuta would pair either of the two up with a partner, but to pen them both together as a single unit was something exceedingly rare. The last time Hoseok fought beside Taehyung was years ago when the two were just finishing up their training under Fuuta’s head branch of fighters. Many since then have resigned their position due to injury or age, while others have unfortunately died fulfilling their duties in cutting down demons. Out of the twelve leaders, only 3 spots of the original remain. The others have been replaced time and time again with new leaders.

Currently, Taehyung sat in one of those chairs himself. A leader of his kind; walking proudly as the top Samurai under Kurou and able to harness his body to any extent he sees fit. Speed and precision were the exceeding traits he possessed that were leagues above his fellow samurai and earned him respect beyond belief.

Hoseok hoped to be seated next to his friend one day; although he is powerful- his training to be able to sit proudly there at Taehyung’s side still has a long way to go.

The two both stood as Fuuta began to make his way to the door, heading out into his halls and onward still. Hoseok and Taehyung following behind as Hoseok had replaced his swords back around his waist- slipping them into the obi he wore.

Fuuta moved gracefully even in his steps. Making turns as he soon stood in front of a room, doors closed as he announced himself. Inside were two bodies, male and female opposing. The woman was none other than Shiro. Dressed in her priestess garb: red Hakan and white kosode. Her hair bound behind her in a long, red braided ribbon. A folded paper fan tucked into her breast.

The man looked feeble and malnourished to a threatening degree- despite his stay in the manor. Sat in tattered brown trousers and without a shirt so Shiro could examine his still healing wounds on his chest. She stopped when the door behind her opened revealing her husband and two hunters at his sides. Familiar faces to her.

Taehyung and Hoseok lowered their heads as Shiro remained silent. She stood from the man’s side and went to her husband’s.

“Has he progress at all?” Fuuta questioned. Shiro shook her head.

“He eats scarcely. He is insistent we find the woman he keeps requesting.” Shiro’s voice was as soft as a bell. Fuuta sighed as he dismissed his wife. Leaving the four men in the room, Fuuta moved to kneel at the dazed man’s side. Sat inside a futon he remained still and didn’t even meet Fuuta’s gaze.

“Once more,” Fuuta stated. “Could you tell us about the demons’ that attacked you once more?” The still man suddenly flew into a frenzy.

“It wasn’t ‘demons’!” He sprung to his knees, grabbing Fuuta’s collar. Taehyung moved quickly to detach him from Fuuta. He kicked and pulled as Taehyung restrained his arms. “I told you- a demon saved me!” Hoseok stilled at the impossible thought. “I-I was hunting around an old shrine when a giant spider trapped me in its web. I was going to die but another demon showed up. A woman. She freed me and sent me down the mountain. She sent me to the samurai in the area!” The man broke into weak sobs, his body slackening again- losing all its tension.

Taehyung released him, knowing his fit was concluded. Fuuta straightened out his kimono as Hoseok and Taehyung moved to sit closer to their Lord. The weak man left in his futon trembling with tears.

“There you have it,” Fuuta started. “It has been the same story day after day. There have been no difference or flaws as his story has been rehearsed exactly the same each time he’s asked to tell it.” He looked back at the man. “Do you still wish for this woman to be acquired? Taehyung was the samurai who was presented to you, so he would know around the location you were when this all transpired.” The man only nodded as Fuuta looked back to his men- specifically Hoseok and his hardened eyes. “He deeply wishes to offer his thanks. Taehyung can take you to the location and lead out this mission; however, the choice to kill or capture the demon is purely up to you. I will not demand she stay alive.”

Fuuta knew sending Taehyung alone would almost guarantee her capture and return as a warm body and not a corpse. However, Hoseok was not so compassionate towards demons even under Fuuta orders. There was a possibility of Hoseok completely rejecting the job completely; not wishing to be in a position to show any sort of mercy to a demon.

Hoseok had a hard time believing this sick old man’s story. Claiming to be saved by a demon? Demon’s don’t care about who they kill. So, why would one even think about rescuing the life of a human in the first place? Hoseok just didn’t- couldn’t- believe such a farfetch'd tale. Hoseok bowed to his leader before silently dismissing himself.

Moving himself outside, he sat among the garden, his swords off his hip as they rested against his shoulder. He sat in the snow, his haori resting behind him as the evergreen shrubs surrounded around him. The snow had begun to descend again as his breath left in white puffs. It wasn’t long before Taehyung had moved to his side, standing with his hands once again tucked into his sleeves in front of his chest.

“You know,” Taehyung started, “Lord Fuuta chose you specifically for this job. If it weren’t for my knowing the relative location, I doubt I would have been involved at all.” Hoseok looked at the snow sprinkled ground.

“You understand how I feel about demons,” Hoseok replied simply in a tone as cold as the snow he sat around. Taehyung just sighed, expecting no less.

“The lord isn’t asking you to change your views or beliefs. He’s trying to offer a new road for yourself. Seeing you fight and kill without hesitation constantly both bothers and worries him.”

Hoseok knew that, but having the job to not exterminate a demon and instead bring them back so they can be thanked? It was a lot to ask for. Taehyung left his friend’s side not long after their small talk- leaving him to his thoughts. After all, no one can decide Hoseok’s choices but himself. Taehyung knew the boundary between friend and subordinate and knew never to go beyond it.

When night fell the house gathered in the dining hall for dinner. Eating as they sat in a rectangular formation in zaitsu chairs- Fuuta at the head of the formation with Shiro to his right. Personal raised lacquer tables decorated with bowls of rice, dishes of grilled fish from the river and pickled vegetables. Chopsticks sat on lifted bamboo pieces.

They ate in silence as the dishes were cleared, thanks were given and soon one by one everyone was dismissed off. Hoseok sat in his room and board for any time he visits this manor. Perched on the wall-built desk of his tatami room. Changed out of his keikogi and haori hung on a nail of his wall. Replaced with a men-fitted kimono of white clouds. A thin sash around his waist with the chest pulled open. The open window brought the welcome cold inside.

He was disturbed only once more when a servant of the house intruded on his privacy to deliver a sharpening stone per his request. His sword had dulled in his battles leading up to his arrival. So, he sat in his lantern-lit room, sharpening the one sword he ever dared to draw, the other laying dormant and sheathed.

Just as always.

The next morning, Hoseok was woken up by Taehyung kicking him as he slept in his futon. He groaned now awake. Taehyung stood above him, arms tucking into his kimono in proper Taehyung fashion. Hoseok just nodded, a silent confirmation that he was awake as Taehyung left his room, sliding his shoji door shut.

Hoseok sat up, his hair a reckless mess as he looked out his still open window as gooseflesh rose throughout his skin. It was sunny today. No doubt the snow sparkled in the sunlight on the ground this morning. A new layer ready to be marked with fresh footprints.

Getting out of his futon, he left his swords by his small closet space and slipped on a pair of tabi over his feet before leaving his room. Fixing and tucking his kimono as he walked, he soon ran into a slew of morning servants. Offering bows and holding trays of seed for the garden birds who had not fled for winter and still bathed their wings in the stone baths made for them.

He soon sat on the outside landing of the gardens again, breathing in the winter morning air. It wasn’t long before his solitude was broken by someone joining him. Sitting to his left.

“Have you come to a decision on what our Lord asked of us?” Taehyung spoke without eye contact. Staring ahead at the morning scenery, same as his friend. Hoseok sighed.

“What about you? Will you go allow with what he’s asked?”

“I have no reason to oppose it. Unlike you, I have a fairly neutral opinion about demons as a whole species.” Hoseok remained silent. “As far as I believe, demons can choose just like people. What side do they fall on and who do they fight for. Though, it is, of course, an opinion.” Taehyung stood, tighten up his loose obi sash. He knew Hoseok felt nothing but hostility, so he wouldn’t tread on the topic any further.

Without a word, Taheyung left the hunter in his solitude once more. Hoseok sighed, moving to lay on his back. “What do you think I should do?” He asked up to the sun. Only semi-hoping it would answer back.

It was just brushing midday when Taehyung stood ready to depart the manor. Dressed in his appropriate samurai garbs and armor with his freshly sharpened sword on his hip. Sat up on horseback, he spoke with his lord before departure.

“Is Hoseok not joining you then, Taehyung?” Fuuta asked as Taehyung shook his head.

“It is a tough choice for him. Do not hold it against him, My Lord.” Kurou just smiled at Taehyung’s sincerity and defense of his underling and friend.

“Hold what against me?” Hoseok spoke from behind Fuuta. Both men now focused on him. He was dressed in his keikogi once more. Waraji strapped to his feet and straw wound up to his knees, binding cloth around his shins. His two blades once more at his side. Fuuta smiled as he faced the hunter fully. It was plain to see Hoseok had made his decision.

Taehyung steadied his impatient steed. “If you plan to run all the up the mountain, be my guest. However, might I advise a horse instead. We have plenty of them in the stables ready for departure behind the manor. I will not have you slowing down this operation without proper transport.” Taehyung spoke with a minor edge in his voice. With his rank it was obvious he was to lead out his mission; even though Hoseok leaped above him in age.

It was hardly no-time at all when Hoseok returned with a horse of his own. A brown coated mare he had taken quite a liking to. Although a female, she was a strong horse who rivals that of her male counterparts. He joined Taehyung at the village gates- already moving ahead and leaving the manor ahead of his underling. Fuuta thanked both men separately at their acceptance of this job.

He prayed for their safe, successful return.

It would be a day’s long journey on horseback to ascend the mountain. When night fell, the two would camp. Camping inside a nearby cave up the path, the horses and men rested. Taehyung only freeing himself of a few pieces of armor. Sitting around the fire of sticks and stones, Hoseok basked in the pulsing crackling warmth. Hoping his haori would take in said warmth through the night- wanting to weave it into the very fabric of the piece hanging on his shoulders.

Waking at dawn they head further up the mountain. The closer they got towards the peak, the wider the terrain became. Hoseok noticed stone statues and white talisman and ribbon taped and tied around and onto tree trunks and limbs. Enclosing further up sacred ground.

Ideally, demons shouldn’t be allowed passaged on sacred ground- the purity intoxicating to a lethal degree. With grounds endowed with protective mantras and barriers to keep the wicked out. Though, if not strong enough or long abandoned by their priest, priestess, monk, God, what have you- the spiritual power would weaken considerably.

Before long, the two breached the crowded forest and stood before the first torii gate leading to the long approach of a shrine.

“According to himself, the man was injured and attacked further in,” Taehyung announced before he jostled his stallion onward through the torii. Hoseok rarely visited shrines, rejecting most Gods’ people pondered on or prayed too. He stood without religion, so he wasn’t familiar with shrine setups if he were being honest.

Passing under the second torii he could catch a glance at the main shrine. Throughout the approach and beyond it, the lack of up-keep began to show more and more.

The sacred fence was frozen with ice and snow, the long approach road of gravel and stone coated with winter. The front worship hall was beaten and aged with poor conditions. Hoseok could only imagine the state of the main sanctuary past the inner fence that use to supposedly house a God. Even the so-called sacred forest littered with previous evergreens was baren with winter stripped limbs.

What God dwelled here before has long since left his shrine to decay into the mountainside.

“Go look around the sanctuary. I’ll scope around the approach further and check the shrine office. Tie your horse and continue on foot,” Taehyung instructed, lifting himself off his stallion as Hoseok left the back of his mare. Tying the steeds down to any firm part of the fence they could, the two broke off to search.

Hoseok grimaced at the overwhelming feeling of demonic tension that hung in the air like a bad fragrance. It made him on edge as each snow crunched step he took was guarded. A constant, ready hand on the hilt of his single in-use blade. The kitsune statues that looked over and acted as messengers were broken and eroded: a bad omen if Hoseok ever believed in one. It was as if a demon could appear from anywhere at any time.

Hoseok walked and inspected as instructed. Scoping out anywhere for any sign of a righteous demon woman. He couldn’t even find footprints in the snow to indicate anyone had been here recently besides himself. Perhaps she’s moved locations by now.

Eventually, Hoseok met back up with Taehyung of whom also turned up empty-handed when it came to any possible clues to locate the demon in question. Both men decided to stay inside the abandoned shrine for the night, tying the horses down at the main hall to keep them close and under shelter, in case more snow should fall throughout the night.

If nothing that could be of use to their objective could be found soon, they’d leave the mountain. There would be no use in staying if there is nothing to keep them there. If they were to go back empty-handed, Taheyung- as the acting superior warrior- would settle any following action that may be hurled at them in a negative manner.

Through the evening, the tense, thick air never lessened and the silent, uneventful atmosphere remained just that: silent and uneventful. Taking to the inside of the sanctuary as night began to fall, both experienced fighters reeled in their tense shoulders for a sliver of sleep.

Dead of night, Hoseok was forced out of restless sleep. The demonic intensity plaguing his unconsciousness with nightmare after nightmare. The sweat beading along his brow and the heat flashing between hot and cold along his skin made any further sleep a high impossibly and hopeless wish. Deciding to forego a time of sitting in an uneasy relaxation, Hoseok moved to leave the sanctuary to walk the perimeter once again just to make time tick by faster- albeit just barely- and hopefully clear his head.

Stepping outside, the snow had deepened to the point when he took a step, it hit nearly half the length of his shin. Hiking up his legs to take solid steps and drag his feet through the snow, he moved aimlessly. The shrine looked far more sinister in the nighttime than it did dilapidated in the daylight. The air was stagnant in its chill as the moon overhead became partially covered when clouds of swiped shape spotted over.

Maybe it was just the instinct in the back of his mind due to his everyday task of taking down demons, but he began to believe he should’ve brought his sword out with him. Instead, they both sat inside beside where he once lay in the room with Taehyung.

Stopping his trekking around in the snow, he turned to go back and stay inside the shrine until the chill running in circles on his spine simmered. He was three steps retreated when something slammed into his back. It wasn’t just an object that an animal may have tossed from the tree top; no. What hit into his back was alive and when he fell chest first into the deep snow, he felt it remain on top of him.

He felt it sit on his back, it’s feet pushing into the back of his thighs and it’s hand pushing on the center of his back and neck. He heard growling and hissing from behind him as he pushed his head back to lift his face out of the snow. Looping his arms behind his back, he grabbed the wrists of whatever was on him and lifted their hands off him just enough for him to gain ground.

Having mobility of his head- his neck now free- he pushed his forehead into the packed snow and forcefully twisted his hips to toss the thing off his back just enough to knock it off-balance. Hearing it hit against the snow in a series of snowy crunches, Hoseok quickly lifted himself up out of the snow, now on his knees as he shoved the wrists away from him completely.

Leaning back to gain more ground, Hoseok hissed at the sight of the demon leering at him. Shaking his head at the lack of a weapon, he had come to see the small hatchet lodged into the ribcage of the demon. Hanging there and moving with each jerked breath, along with a fresh leakage of ooze that seemed far too dissimilar to blood. The color was green and dim- thicker than the average human blood.

The demon itself was far beyond all comprehension. It was hardly human-like, thin and sickly to the eyes like a walking skeleton. Arms long and when hanging hitting their knees, it’s fingertips hidden in snow as the demon remain kneeled. Legs like a spider, thin and spindly, it was shocking it held the bones above it. The face was demented and pulled back, eyes sunken in and mouth wide and more of that like a snake.

By the looks of the monster, it was already close to death. All Hoseok had to do was find a way to yank the hatchet from its ribs and lop off its head and it would be all over for it. He had no doubt it would eventually wither away and die afterward. It was the only chance he had if he wanted to get back inside without leading the demon back to Taehyung’s sleeping body.

Standing off with the demon as it twitched and growled, it’s pulled back skin and lips showing the rotten, carnivorous teeth that were no doubt ready to tear into Hoseok’s neck. There was silence before a pile of snow slipped from a tree limb and landed in a mound on the ground before the demon lept without consciousness leading its way.

Lunging forward, Hoseok rolled and stepped around in the high snow the best he could manage. Tucking his knees up in a roll, he spun around the body of the front buried demon who missed in its leaping attack.

Spinning around its skeletal back, Hoseok lay in the snowbank, his back sinking in it as he pulled his knees to his chest. Feet flexed and flat, he stomped his heels into the demon’s back; feeling its ribs vibrate and move under the sheer force of his stomping.

Rolling back up, he took advantage of the momentary distraction of the demon due to Hoseok’s back stomping, he reached from around the long eerie arms of the demon to grasp the handle of the hatchet. Taking a breath through his teeth, he yanked the hatchet backward and ripped it harshly out of the ribcage of the demon.

The piercing shriek of the demon’s sudden gash in its chest vibrated the air. Screaming like a woman turning ghost, Hoseok could only focus on the green blood coated on the cold hatchet blade. The scream blurring his vision and throwing his balance. The wooden handle of the hatchet was lightly frosted as his warm skin melted the frost; damping the wood.

The demon whirled, swinging its arms without hazard, angered and disturbed at Hoseok’s infliction upon it. In those unaimed, meddling whirls of arm swings, Hoseok successfully avoided and even lopped off one of the demon’s arms. Cutting it off with a swing of his newfound hatched at the elbow, the arm fell into the snow with a dull crunch as it continued twitching despite its removal from its body.

The demon howled once again. It’s anger and desperation to kill Hoseok spiking.

It was instant when the demon pinned Hoseok’s shoulder into the snow as he somehow found himself on his back again, sinking into the white of winter. Demon face to face with the hunter as it screamed into his face, making him wince- the cold on his skin the only thing keeping him from losing his consciousness.

The severed arm leaked large, disgusting blobs of green, sick blood as it bled into the snow beneath Hoseok, tainting it. It shrieked once more, Hoseok feeling it in his bones before all was silent once again. The demon vanished.

Gaining his senses and realizing the demon was no longer on top of him, he felt the hatch being ripped from his grasp. He gasped as he sat up, watching the back of someone else run off ahead. Rushing towards the body of the demon who was suddenly lying in the snow several feet away.

Thrashing around like a headless dog, it found its way to its feet as it became ever more feral. Thrashing and screaming like a mindless husk, the new body nimbly avoiding any and all spastic movements aimed their way.

Hoseok watched the back of the- what he can only assume was a defender- as they moved cleanly around and through everything. He wasn’t sure how it happened, but with every single correct movement, restriction of the only attached arm left, and a swing of the hatchet, the demon’s head rolled down it’s back and into the snow. Facedown in a mouth open scream that would never sound again.

The body collapsed to its knees, green blood spurting from the stump of it’s elongated neck, mimicking that of a disgusting fountain. Standing on its knees a moment longer, it crumbled into a pile of bone as the skin disintegrated away like ash into the moonlit wind.

Hoseok had come to trust his instincts, and what his instincts were screaming at him was the pure, unadulterated fact that whatever just killed that demon, wasn’t human either. It moved to nimbly, to quickly and far too supernaturally to be any kind of human. No humans possessed all those qualities without having to sell some part of their humanity away.

He moved to his feet, knees bent and ready to evade or attack with any given reason to. Hoseok silenced his heavy breathing when the defending party turned to face him. He was correct, it was not human indeed.

Dressed loosely in a stained yukata, ripping at the knees exposing their legs, this demon looked more human than others did. Barefoot, and covered in snow and caked on dirt stains with hair tangled around their neck and back. The open kimono chest revealed far too much breast clearly revealing the gender of the being to be female.

Its eyes remained narrow and they held tightly onto the hatchet that had just lopped off the head of another demon. Their eyes glowing similar to the reflective green of a fox's. Hoseok's eyes narrowed right back at them.

A demon who killed another demon to- supposedly- save the life of Hoseok, a human. This she-demon had to be the one demon Hoseok and Taehyung were dragged up the mountain looking for. Hoseok decided to try and at least attempt to swallow his pride.

“Put the hatchet down,” he spoke over the quiet snowy ground. The demon- you- only gripped the handle of it tighter. Hoseok bit at his tongue, trying not to insult you and accidentally set you off when he wasn’t supposed to really start a fight. He began to second guess his choice on coming up here with Taehyung.

He couldn’t do this.

Talking and trying to disarm a demon? Not to mention doing so without using violence and using the strategy of persuasion? He wasn’t cut out for this- not with demons. Not with monsters.

“Why are you here?” You hissed. Grip relentless on the weapon in your palm, strong enough you were sure you could snap the handle in two. “Sleeping defenseless in an abandoned shrine. You ask for death!” You yell. Hoseok bit at his tongue once again.

Scowling, he took a step forward trying not to deter himself from the confirmation he sought. “Are you the demon who saved the life of a man before?” You remained silent as Hoseok rolled his eyes. “He was wondering the mountain, attacked by a spider demon. That was you, wasn't it?”

“Humans have no reason to interrogate us,” you spoke back with venom. Hoseok would agree on that. He had no business asking questions. If he had his way, he’d be rushing inside, getting his weapon and sending you to an early grave. However, that was not his task- as he drilled over and over inside his head.

“If you do not answer me, I’ll be forced to take your words as confirmation.” Hoseok watched your eyes scan the area and he moved to get up fully as he could tell that you were ready to run. Willing and ready to abscond from the situation at hand. In your distraction for a quick escape, you were suddenly disarmed.

Your arms were seized, pulled behind your back before your wrists were pinned upwards, arms folded up behind you. Knees kicked out, you were soon front first in the snow, an elbow between your shoulder blades that somehow cut off your breath and halted every sense of movement. You looked behind you, seeing a long-haired man in only half his armor as he kneeled, pinning you down.

When had he gotten behind you? You hadn’t heard him approach you at all. Hoseok was as shocked as you looked. He hadn’t even seen Taehyung exit the shrine, let alone see him get close enough to you to restrain you at all. His speed really was nothing to underestimate.

You began to squirm as all you did was jostle Taehyung’s body as he forcefully held you down with what looked like ease. He looked to Hoseok.

“We descend the mountain tonight,” were the only words out of Taheyung’s mouth. Picking up the hatchet at your side, lying in the snow, Taehyung picked it up with his free hand and flung it far off out of the way of reach. Now no one had access to it. Bringing the back of his hand harshly onto the back of your neck, you fell limp into the snow- the samurai stealing away your consciousness. He got off you as you remain where you were. “Gather your things and we leave.”

Hoseok was given his orders as he went in and did as he was told. Attaching his swords back to his side- sighing at the comfort of having them back on his person- and dressing fully again.

Taehyung had tied your arms behind your back as well as looped rope around your ankles, pinning them together. He also placed a shoot of bamboo between your lips, pacifying your mouth as it was tied around your neck. In case you woke and put up a fight, you’d do little to no harm restrained.

Dressed in his full armor once again, you were lifted over his stallion on your stomach as he sat in his saddle behind your limp body. Taehyung figured it’d be best for all of you if you were placed under his supervision on the trip back instead of with Hoseok on his mare. Hoseok would be far more violent on instinct if you woke.

Resting a hand on your back to keep your overthrown body in place on his horse, he was met with Hoseok on his mare. Then, that night just as Taehyung instructed, the two men descended the mountain- leaving the shrine behind and taking a demon with them.

Hoseok wasn’t entirely sure how Taheyung did it, but he somehow managed to keep you unconscious the entire journey back to their Lord. Anytime you even began to twitch, Taehyung would simply press the length of his hand on the back of your neck, squeezing. You’d always instinctively flinch away, but afterward fall limp once again. Even when the two stopped to rest the horses, or rest themselves, you remained just a still body.

When they both re-entered the village, Taehyung draped a cloth over your back. Hiding your body and shabby appearance that was hardly covered decently. With that, he would pass you off as simply an injured woman he found on the way inside the village to spare any inquisitive villagers the fright of knowledge about the demon breaching their village perimeter.

Taehyung was popular among most any village he entered. Liked nearly instantly, he charmed anyone in his path. Elders, children, men and especially single, unmarried women. Hoseok was sought after as well for his professional attitude and dedication to his specific trade, but the samurai was in an entirely different league when it came right down to it. It was practically at every turn someone was calling up to him on the back of his stallion. One hand on the reigns, the other flat on your back to keep the cloth over your back in place- preventing any chance of it slipping from the trotting of his steed.

Accompanying Taehyung back to the manor took twice the amount of time it would if Hoseok just came alone. Only leading to Taehyung making an unnecessary jab at Hoseok to be more social. A tease he could- and did- ignore.

Once more stepping through the hidden wall entrance, your body jolted passing through. Taehyung pressed his hand firmer on your back. The barrier around the manor was to keep anything evil or demonic out, so a demon passing through would be just as negative as one would think- even with a talisman of passage with them.

You began to stir, the spiritual barrier igniting small sparks of sheer rejection around your covered and restricted body. Stopping at the front, Taehyung climbed down, leaving you weakly wiggling on horseback. Consciousness finally coming back to you. Hoseok followed Taehyung in dismounting his mare as Taehyung was soon grabbing under your shoulders and pulling you off his horse.

Two servants stood, waiting to take both horses back to the stable to care for them and give them their needed rest- but remained back. Refusing to get close to the demon they knew Taehyung just slung over his shoulder like a sack. The demon who just happened to be you and to gain full consciousness.

You began mumbling and presumably cursing beneath your bamboo gag. Kicking your legs up like a fish due to your tied ankles and persistently pushing or hitting his back or shoulder with restrained wrists. You wiggled and grew louder in sound before Taehyung had enough and dropped you purposely. You rolled off his shoulder, hitting stone back first on the ground, knocking the wind from you.

Next thing you knew, there was a knee pushing painfully into your breast and a knife at your neck. Taehyung glaring down at you.

“Consider yourself lucky you are not dead,” he started, tone direct and cold. “We have business with you, human-saving demon. Don’t make me kill you,” he threatened.

You breathed out your nose, muffled noises much quieter than your refusals passing under bamboo earlier. Scowling at the samurai above you, his knife was lifted, sheathed and he stood, removing his knee from your breast.

“Hoseok,” Taehyung called. He yanked you up by your bicep as you were moved to stand on your own two feet- still barefoot and bound, however. “Take the left,” he instructed. Hoseok, Taehyung and you entered the manor as you stumbled inside with one man on each of your arms. Forcing you towards whoever it was who demanded your capture.

Hoseok watched as you kept your head down, no doubt the spiritual energy around the manor making you weaker. Your skin was cold as he made a mental note to wash off the demon staining the skin of his hand later. Pulling you along, you hissed at him when he shoved you forward. Only to hiss at Taehyung who yanked you back out of Hoseok’s space.

The three of you stood in front of the same shoji door that the hunter and samurai know so well. Your constant hissing and stomping kept either man from announcing themselves, the lord inside inviting them in at your loudness.

When the door was opened by Taehyung, he released you as Hoseok shoved you inside. Stumbling with small, rapid-tied steps, it wasn’t long before Hoseok was kicking out your knees and forcing you down. Pushing his forearm over the span of your back, you glared over your shoulder. You feared this man far less than the samurai who followed- shutting the door at his back.

“Did you truly need to restrain her so heavily?” The voice of a face you hadn’t seen yet spoke in a light voice. Tearing your eyes from Hoseok, you quickly caught Fuuta in your sights. Your eyes widened as your glare faded. You didn’t know why or what it was- but the man’s calm demeanor and overall unfazed aura terrified you.

You couldn’t relate more to ensnared animals caught in traps until this very instant.

Hoseok felt your body lock up. He wasn’t shocked- be it human or otherwise- Fuuta had an undertone of such superiority anyone shakes at their core upon first meeting him.

“You both did well in bringing her back to the manor. I thank you for your efforts. You both are unharmed I hope?” He half-jokingly asks, knowing well and good the two were perfectly fine.

“A little skirmish is good for the body,” Taehyung replied. Hoseok bit back a comment of ‘speak for yourself’ as his shoulder was still sore from the demon attack he suffered in the snow not even over a day ago. He just sighed as Fuuta stood.

“Shiro and I shall take it from here. You both may retire and rest for the evening.”

“But, my Lord,” Hoseok started. Unsure if he should really release you and leave or not. Even bound, you could still try and start something.

“Do not worry, Hoseok. After some time, this demon will be no threat to any one of us.” Taehyung was soon doing as instructed. Leaving the room and calling Hoseok after him. Slowly and unsurely he released you. You remained on the tatami- unmoving. Even as the two men cut off sight of the room and you and their Lord by closing the door they stepped out of, you didn’t once move even a single muscle.

Fuuta, now alone with you began speaking.

“The man you managed to rescue from the web of a spider demon is here in my manor. although he does not know it, he may have been saved- he will not be spared. A poison runs through him and will kill him in a matter of days now.” You sat staring up at him. His kind face fallen to that of no emotion at all. Shaking you. “You may already know, but I- along with my loyal fighters- detest demons. Hating them from our very core. That is the sole reason I dedicated time to put my expansive movement of demon hunters together. You must realize how lucky you are that my men showed restraint. I told them if they couldn’t resist killing you- there would be no repercussions.”

You remained silent. Partially due to the bamboo between your lips. Your fangs bit and gnawed against your gag. Both out of anxiety to leave and the yearning to somehow remove it. You slowly twisted your wrists and ankles, so slowly to not alarm Fuuta of your movements. Wanting to just be freed again.

You jumped when the shoji door slid open again and glared- growled even- at the sight of the priestess Shiro in front of you. Shutting the door behind her, she had with her staff. Solid, strong wood with metal ends. The top was circular as small rings encircled the top of the staff’s head. Three on both left and right- six in total.

As you were focused on her, Fuuta moved somehow without detection to be directly behind you. He had taken the back of your head and shoved. Pushing you down, folding you in half at your waist as you instinctively thrashed and kicked. You were exceedingly tired of being pinned down as much as you have been the past twenty-four hours. Not to mention restrained constantly.

You gasped and screeched when the thin, already torn, yukata on your back was ripped open. You heard the fabric flutter to the tatami floor as the chilled air of the room wafted over your skin.

You picked up on the footsteps of the priestess as you continued your struggle. What were these people going to do? Vanquish you after the hassle of bringing you here? Kill you just like this- bound and gagged? Was that the way of human warriors? Stripping the enemy of even their boasting pride and mercilessly slaughtering demons?

You cursed beneath the bamboo but stilled and silenced when someone touched your back. Running her nails over your skin, Shiro quietly prayed. You hissed at the sensation. Her hand removed for only a second before you gasped when she slapped something onto your back. You could feel it stick to your flesh.

It felt like paper.

You began to squirm more, louder curses escaping in mumbles of rage. You knew Shiro just stuck a talisman onto your back. What was going to happen to you?! Were you truly going to killed right here?

You heard the priestess tap the metal bottom of her staff. “Reckless spirit of the demon,” she began to chant. “Turn of your wickedness. As of now, hear the sound of my staff.” She was tapping the end of her staff with each end of her sentences. “Feel the sting of my talisman. Offer us no further harm.” As she finished, adding another pound of her staff- the metal rings clinking against each other as the sound vibrated in your head. “Recognize your true power and revert back.”

You then began to scream. Shrieking out from under your bamboo pacify- you screamed. Screamed and kicked as tears stung your angry, narrow fox-like lime eyes.

The talisman began to burn into your skin. Sinking the ink into your very being like a virus- you could feel your very core shift. Threads of holy wrapping and strangling your soul like a doll. Paper burning away as the ink was transferred to your flesh fully as a talisman coded scar. A scar of spiritual restriction. You fell limp as Fuuta finally released you. Falling to your side, shoulder hitting the floor, back bare and burned as you sucked in uneven, labored breaths through your gag.

Shiro pounded her staff once more- her husband now at her side. Both then prayed over your body. Your body began to emit a cloud of smoke before you changed. Your human-like body was replaced with that of a small two-tailed fox. A pure white coat of fur with scarlet spirals on your forehead and the ends of your two tails. The talisman mark sat on your back even now.

The first demon to be blessed by a priestess and actually survive. As your small animal body twitched, the rope and bamboo that bound you to lay untied and vacant as your body in this form no longer had what it took to be bound like a human would. Your clothes lay under you as the two humans who reverted you back to this state stared down at you.

You will either die by humans or fight alongside them to kill demons- you no longer had the freedom to choose; that's what the voice in your head decreed. The mark placed on your back was no blessing- but a target someone will always be aiming at. Ready to strike you down even before you could even think about rebelling.

“Fox demon,” Fuuta started, “we shall see to it that you become a true Kitsune.”

-TBC-

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windup-dragoon · 5 years ago

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I vomited words out. There had been a clear decision of where I was going with this, then I lost it and found it again at the end???? Idk. PLEASE EXCUSE MY INABILITY TO WRITE ACTION. IT’S AWFUL AND CRINGE PLEASE I KNOW. But thanks @vestaloflight for the drabble prompt! It also has to do with Kirishimi’s backstory a bit. Isho and Az’hala are both OC’s of mine that I rarely talk about. Isho having been my retainer that I fell in love with. He’s a big gruff boi who idolizes Tataru for her money keeping skills. Az’hala is a ninja cat boi who’s pretty goofy. Lowkey ship him with Yugiri kek BUT THAT’S A DIFFERENT STORY.

Anyway, here’s today’s dookie story.

【Ｓｈａｔｔｅｒｅｄ　Ｍｅｍｏｒｉｅｓ】

Hien x Kirishimi

Word Count: 3,341 (IT’S ACCURATE THIS TIME)

Daydreams occupied his mind that afternoon, taunting and beckoning him to cast all else aside. Fantasies of her clouded his green eyes, her laugh a melody that only he could hear. If he were careful, as he diligently tried to be, the scent of vanilla and cinnamon, the scent of her, still held traces over his robes. Who knew such common aroma’s could spark such a state of entrancement?

He had long since said his goodbyes to her that morning, leaving only after stealing half a dozen kisses or more. But oh, his heart yearned for more. Hours, minutes, even seconds longer in the rosy glow of the rising sun. Time he would have spent memorizing every inch of her skin. From the silvery silk of scars that decorated her flesh, to the petal soft curves she hid away beneath layers of armor and cloth. The sensation of her lips against his, sharing a single breath a thousand times over again.

But duty had demanded their attention. His were stately by nature while hers had brought her out to the Ruby Sea. Word had it that visitors awaited her arrival, in desperate shape for the aid of the Scions. Hien could only begin to imagine what that would entail.

Considering her loyalty to the Scions had given him enough strength to endure his own tasks for the day, drab as they may have been in comparison. Yet even while his guests spoke freely before him, chatting among themselves, he found himself once again at the mercy of her fleeting visage just beneath closed eyes.

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“Whaddya ‘suppose they want?” Inquired the sandy haired miqo’te, Az’hala, all but skipping in pace with his companions.

Ahead of him, as if leading the small collection of scions to war, marched the ever stoic Isho, an auri raen with flamboyantly pink hair and diamondesque scales. Not even a step behind Isho, nearly at his shoulders in height, was Kirishimi, one of several Warriors of Light.

“Who knows?” Kirishimi remarked, flashing Az’hala a grin over her shoulder. “Maybe someone needs help fishin’?” She teased.

“Doubtful.” Rumbled Isho in response, his fellows frowning immediately. “They requested Kirishimi personally.”

“Yeah…About that?” Az’hala squeaked, prancing up to Isho and peering up at the towering man. “How did they even know she was here? Mistress Tataru? Lil’ Alphinaud? Alisaie, perhaps?”

Kiri leaned forward in her strides, enough to catch a glimpse of her companion across Isho’s broad chest. “I’ve been wonderin’ that myself. Tataru and Alphinaud usually let us know about visitors. This time I hadn’t heard a peep.”

None of her companions had. Instead, word had been given to Isho who had been in Kugane on business. A member of the confederate pirates had passed along the message that visitors had arrived for her. Reluctant as he was to play errand boy Isho knew exactly where to find the snow haired woman. In the arms of a certain prince.

“T-They must have seen ya’ passin’ through!” Az’hala tried to sound convincing, but sky blue eyes revealed that not even he could pass it off as mere coincidence.

Ankle deep in sea water, trekking their way along the shores of Bekko, Isho gave pause. Where the ruby seas met land of the isle, two stood in wait for their arrival. Just as the pirate had made mention. Flanked on his sides, Kiri and Az’hala stopped short.

Neither party seemed eager to greet the other. Clouds overhead had begun to gather, Heaven-on-high a mere silhouette in the distance. Kirishimi could smell it on the breeze, just as Eyriwolk had taught her many years ago; a storm was approaching.

Although tension in her shoulders and an itch in her hand told her to draw her lance, Kirishimi ignored her intuition to offer a small smile to the figures in red cloaks. Ascians? Unlikely. But who else was known for being so dramatic in fashion?

“Greetings!” Kiri attempted her best impersonation of Alphinaud. She felt unpleasant and stiff in doing so. “Am I to presume you are Lani and Edea? Lookin’ for The Scions?” Kirishimi gestured vaguely at her company. Az’hala gave a meek wave, peeking out from the shadow of Isho’s lumbering form. Isho made a low guttural noise. Ever the eloquent one.

Droplets began to prick at Kirishimi’s face and splattered across her darkened dragoon armor, icy beads of rain getting caught in her lashes. What started as a sprinkle soon became an onslaught. The waves of the Ruby Sea churning, gurgling, and lashing against the shore.

“Aye! You must be the Warrior of Light, yes?” The taller of the two moved forward and cast aside her hood. “‘Bout time I was granted an audience with ya’.”

The trio stood frozen, air caught in their throats at sight of the womans features. Blue piercing eyes, locks of quick silver cropped at her jawline, tan skin with the faintest trace of light freckles dusting her cheekbones. If not for the pronounced nose and high arched brows of a Roegadyn, she could have easily been Kirishimi’s doppelganger.

“W-What? Am I seein’ things, Isho?” Az’hala promptly rubbed his eyes as if rain had diluted his vision.

“Afraid not.” The woman answered without a moments hesitation. “If you’d like, we have no business with the lot of ya’. The ever popular champion of Eorzea will suffice.” Howling wind and roaring waves tore at the woman’s cloak as she spoke. She reached up, a fox grin plastered on her lips, and let loose the fabric that tore at her neck. Armor trimmed with fur and fashioned with an angled cut skirt had been hidden beneath the discarded garment, along with an ax that hugged her back. It was more a cleaver than an ax but nearly as large as she.

Isho responded quickly. His sword and shield promptly drawn at the mere sight of such a monstrosity of a weapon. Kiri slowly reached for the lance at her back.

“Az’hala,” The dragoon spoke in a clipped tone, low even against the crashing storm that drifted closer. “Go.”

–

Hien was nearing his limit with this meeting. How many times could this very topic be addressed? Trade had been sparse immediately following Doma’s liberation, but it had long since been handled. Their markets had begun to flourish even! But, given all that his people had gone through in his absence, he could only imagine the lingering fear that plagued their minds. The ‘what if’s. What if it happened again? What if supplies ran low? What if trade stopped?

Just as his lips parted in answer to the posed question, the doors to his meeting room were thrown wide. Yugiri presented herself, kneeling and bowing her head with some urgency behind her actions.

“Lord Hien, forgive my intrusion, but trouble is brewing at the Ruby Sea.”

The Ruby Sea? Had the pirates started acting up? He could hear his comrades murmur curiously to themselves. None in his company seemed worried by the news, but Hien found his stomach suddenly in knots. His mouth went dry, throat tightening as his jaw tensed.

“Pray, excuse me my friends. I will see to this matter immediately. We will continue our discussion at a later time.” It was maddening to the prince. Forcing himself to remain calm and collected in that moment. Instead of letting his body spirit him away in a heartbeat out the door and all the way to the Ruby Sea. Where Kirishimi had gone. No, despite the overwhelming distress he felt, he reserved himself and begged apology.

He was at Yugiri’s heels as they left. The Doman Enclave seemed quiet outside his meeting hall, peaceful even against the pounding of his heart in his ears.

“Az’hala returned in a panic,” The ebony haired shinobi explained. With a gesture she pointed out Az’hala leaning against the nearest wall, pitched over as if sick.

“K-Kiri… Oi, I’m gonna heave…” Az’hala breathed, choking on the emergency that riddled his voice. “Some batty lady is threatenin’ Kiri. Isho…” A pant interrupted him. He gulped, ears twitching. “Isho stayed with her….”

Hien tilted his head with a cocked brow. “You left her?” He hadn’t known Az’hala very long. All he had known was that he had studied under Yugiri for a time during her stay in Eorzea. He hadn’t quite mastered the ways of the shinobi as Yugiri had, evident by his weak stomach for running, but Kirishimi had placed faith in him time and time again. So then why would he abandon his comrade?

Az’hala’s tail gave a sharp flick of annoyance. “She told me-” That same snapping, twitching tail suddenly went stock-still while a convulsion ripped through the young mans body. Stomach content and saliva splattered the stone of the Enclave.

“I believe she may be in trouble.” Yugiri continued, turning away from Az’hala’s disaster. “Or that she may have reason to believe as much. Mayhap she was asking Az’hala to bring assistance?”

“We lack information.” Admitted the prince with a sigh. Ignoring the gurgling sounds behind him, Hien nodded, a flame suddenly igniting in his mossy eyes. “Let us see for ourselves what is transpiring.”

–

Lightning shot overhead, thunder drumming only a few short malms from the isle. Rain pelted bare flesh, running like watercolor in brushstrokes of crimson down the crest of her cheek and along her left arm. Pieces of shattered metal had embedded themselves in the sand, soon to be washed away by the tide. Her armor was all but shredded thanks to Lani and her cleaving ax.

Yalms away she could hear the familiar twinkling sounds of magic being spent. The other visitor, yet clad in her cloak, landed spell after dizzying spell upon Isho and his raised shield. Each successful hit mimicked a war drum that rang in her ears.

“Sweets, you do not have the luxury to watch yer friend.”

Kiri had barely turned back to Lani and react. The cleaving blade of hers bit deep against the metal shaft of her lance, the vibration of impact making her arms numb. She ground her teeth, the balls of her feet nearly buried in the wet sand as she stood against the force of the vertical swing.

“Exhausted yet, Warrior? You look an awful mess in this rain.” Lani mused with something of a laugh.

“I’ve seen you before…” Growled Kirishimi in response.

“Ever look in the mirror?” The axe lifted, the grinding stopping for a brief moment. Thunder roared as the blade crashed down a second time, then a third. With each impact Kiri could feel her lance splintering. It would break clean in half at any given moment. “I know all about you! Kirishimi Yasuragi, a famed Warrior of Light! You won the hearts of those in Eorzea, even Ishgard and their silly lil’ dragons! Now a champion of Doma as well, from what I hear. Greedy lil’ shite, aren’t’cha?”

“What do you want?!” Each ring of axe against lance had the dragoon flinching. If her own weapon didn’t break soon, her injured arm would. Already she could feel the ache setting in.

Posed with such a question had Lani halt her assault. “I want yer end. Yer story should have ended that day.” Blue eyes were suddenly distant. Recalling a memory. A vision that Kiri would be subjected to.

Like the dull ache of a migraine she felt its approach. Kiri squeezed shut her eyes, begging Hydaelyn to take back this cursed blessing. It washed over her in a heartbeat. One minute she was on the shores of the Ruby Sea, the next, standing in a field of tall, dried grass.

A literal sea of pale yellow surrounded two children, a hushed breeze rolling through the grass like ocean waves. The smaller of the two had stooped low to the ground, rivers of tears turning dirt to mud on her cheeks. Her elder stood cross armed, glaring down at her.

But the Echo faded just as abruptly as it had begun. Kirishimi looked up from her lowered position before Lani, kneeling to better take another hit from her ax. The scene was familiar. To Lani perhaps it was poetic. To Kirishimi, who felt only a hollow ache in the pit of her heart for the small weeping child, it was a tragedy. What had Lani done to that girl crying in the fields?

“Don’t you dare look at me with those damnable eyes! You freak! Bloody monster!!” Lani screamed out to the storm, ax over her head. In one swoop she brought it down; a hammer to a nail.

Sparks showered the sand, fizzling out in the clapping waves of the sea around her. Kiri, who had braced for impact, blinked mismatched eyes. She half expected her lance to be in two, as well as herself. But yet here she remained in tact. Time itself felt as if it had stopped. The pounding of her heart, nearly feral with the drive to survive, only echoed with exhaustion.

Kirishimi cocked her head upright, expecting to see Lani looming over her, ready to decimate. But instead she was greeted with a familiar sight. One that roused a tired smile to her bloodied lips. Yellow and black fabric.

“Hien!”

–

Aye. The prince himself, his blade keeping Lani’s ax at bay in a burst of sparks and hissing metal. With a slick twist of his wrist the katana threw aside the woman’s ax, it’s heft dragging in the sands at her feet.

“Are you well enough to stand?” Hien’s voice, normally soft and cheerful, was low and short. Anger ripped his vocals. It took his whole being to keep from snarling at the ax wielding woman. He had only seen Kirishimi defeated once during his time with her. In the arms of another, being spirited away to far away lands. He swore it would be the last time she suffered so.

Kirishimi did not reply however. Instead, granted this small opening against Lani, the dragoon took to the sky. Her lance was sure to break but this fighting needed to end. She was desperate for answers. Why Lani and Edea felt compelled to single her out, to attack so unannounced but with such determination. Answers that only Lani could give her.

“Kirishimi!” The voice of the au ra called against drumming thunder.

In a blink of an eye, with her target in sight, Kirishimi no longer felt the pin prick sensation of rain pelting her skin. Instead her body suddenly chilled, encased in layers of ice. Sizzling magic rolled from each newly formed layer of ice. Kirishimi need not turn her eyes to know where the magic had originated from. Edea had turned her focus from Isho long enough to stop the Dragoon.

Like a wingless bird, she plummeted.

Shards of ice sparkled like diamonds around her as she crashed to the sand. Her vision blurred, a burning white sensation filling her mind as bones snapped from the height and force of the fall.

“Kiri!” Hien pitched himself forward, his feet moving before he could realize what had happened.

“She even has the prince of Doma at her beck and call.” Scoffed the woman, heaving her giant ax to its rightful place on her back. “What a disgrace.”

Isho had reached the Warrior of Lights side well before Hien could, causing the prince to take pause and listen to the woman mock his dragoon. He half turned toward her, brows furrowed and eyes ablaze.

Lani barked with laughter at the sight. “Don’t give me that pathetic look! If I were a betting woman, I’d wager you haven’t a clue who you invite into your bed at night. Kirishimi? The Warrior of Light? Champion? Kilika? My, she has an awful lot of names. Wonder which is truly hers. Which do you see when you look at her? All I see is a rabid animal that needs to be put down.”

Anger burned the samurai’s heart. A flame that raced through his veins and clouded his mind.

“… If you won’t permit me to slay her now, then yer just standin’ in my way.”

It happened in a blink of an eye. Hien had prided himself in fast reflexes, even his talent for the sword came almost naturally to him. But in that mere heartbeat of a moment, all he could manage was his blade against Lani’s withdrawing arm. Her arm which had buried a knife in his abdomen.

How had she moved in such ways? Like lightning on her feet she struck without remorse. An arch of blood fell from her arm where his blade caught flesh but little more. A paper cut compared to the knife hilt deep in his gut. She had even broken through his chest piece. The carapace of a beetle broken beneath the force of a heel. Blood blossomed in the white fur of his robes and welled in his hand.

Lani, nursing her now sliced wrist, scowled at the dazed prince. “You can keep that for now. I’ll be back for it another time.”

His vision blurred. The rain blotted out the fleeting visage of this warrior woman. He could feel his lungs fill with salty air. A slow, exhausting task that left him feeling numb. Who was that woman? His knees buckled beneath him, his body crumpling into the sand. Why did she look like Kirishimi? Faintly he could still hear her voice. The day dream that plagued him and visited his deepest dreams. She called him now, a song that was drowning in the pouring rain and sloshing tide.

“Hien! By the Twelve, Hien!”

“Kirishimi, stop moving!”

“No! Lemme go, Isho! Hien!!”

“You’ll puncture your gods-dammed lung, you fool woman!”

“HIEN!”

Hands, shaking and frail, cupped his cheeks. For a moment he felt warmth, the blood of hers smearing like paint beneath her fingertips. Through hooded, bleary eyes he could make her out against the rolling grays of the stormy sky. Crimson painted her lips and coated her cheeks. But all he could focus on was the color of her eyes. Red like fire, blue like ice. Oh and that intoxicating aroma.

“…Vanilla and cinnamon.”

“Hien! Please, you have’ta stay awake! Listen to me, talk to me, tell me a stupid story! Anythin’ at all!! I swear, I’ll have everyone in Doma call you Shun if you don’t keep yer eyes open!!”

At this, the prince groaned, coughing on rain. A slight smile on his lips. “How… embarrassing that would be…” His eyes fluttered with exhaustion, though he longed to keep admiring the woman hovering over him. “All will be well…”

Kirishimi’s voice hitched with a hiccup, a shudder racking her body. “Well?! It is not well! You are not okay, Hien! We need to get you out of here!! Isho!! Can you carry-”

“Shh…” With what little energy was left to him, Hien raised a hand and waved it off. “Let me… Let me just enjoy this beautiful goddess the kami have blessed me with. If only a moment?”

“Do either of you have any idea how poorly this will reflect on The Scions?” Isho interjected, busy directing a sudden swarm of pirates and shinobi. “We practically murdered a prince.”

“Isho!” Kirishimi snarled. She lowered her head, lightly touching her forehead to Hien’s. “Hien, hang on… I’m beggin’ you.”

“Mmm…. Only if the goddess commands it of the prince.” Try as he might to will his eyes open, he found himself too tired to manage. Again his eyes fluttered, briefly catching a glimpse of Kirishimi’s burdened expression. Tears and blood leaving streaks across her cheeks.

“Of course I command you to stay. Remain in the world of mortals with me.” She hiccuped a response, playing into this silly idea of his.

But her words brought a smile to his lips. Small, but warm. She loved when he smiled. “I will remain at your side always… My moon and stars.”

Somewhere behind Kirishimi he could hear Isho snort in disgust. “You sound as foolish as Magnai. Both of you.”

#|| Untold Stories #|| Mognet #ask||answered #drabble #mmm i suck #this is hot garbage but idc #i'm glad just to be writing again #IS A LONG SHITTY DRABBLE FOLKS #my apologies #but Hien and Kiri are so precious together #just kiss already you toads #LET'S PLAY A GAME OF WHO CAN FIND ALL MY FINAL FANTASY REFERENCES #and a single Chrono Trigger reference #GO #bahaha #tw: blood

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xhaotixaesthetica · 6 years ago

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Guardian Witch!Hyunjin

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You are in: a genetic mutation of The Fantasia Star System

TRIGGER WARNING: one mention of groping, one mention of a creepy man luring kids in a van, some sexual themes

man this is gonna fuck me up so hard but lezzgettit i need to stop reading jae’s tweets

idk how it works in y’all’s universe, y’all got some weird shit going on that one dude, trump? WILDT

but here in CS2001, witches are a subcategory of demons, so basically you got a guardian demon trailing after you 24/7

guardian witch! hyunjin looks like the above picture, his eyes are like that constantly, but whenever he works any kind of magic, his irises glow

hyunjin is not a subtle bitch and he works magic pretty much 24/7 so either they’re normally constantly glowing or flashing like a fucking neon sign

once when y’all were cuddling and he was staring up at the ceiling, his eyes were just constantly glowing and when you asked about it he said, “I’m protecting you.” all casual like he does this shit all the time which he does sis do you know how many shields and protection spells are around your fucking house

crying rn, where can i get me a guardian witch! hyunjin

hyunjin is v young, esp for a demon, he’s the same age as you, but all the other demons are fucking terrified of him and they never tease him about it except his eight other crackhead demon friends

boy knows some powerful magic, some neutral, some light, and some very very dark

no one outwardly knows if he’s ever offed someone but he never gives a straight answer to the question, only this smug little smirk, and he knows a little too much about some very disturbing curses and torture devices

this is not to say that he’s a bad person, he’s not, he’s like the chaotic good type

because the only people that end up on his shit list are the people who deserve it

that dude who groped you without your consent when you were 13? yeah no one knows what happened to him, hyunjin don’t fuck with that sexual assault shit

the creepy dude in the white van trying to lure kids in that hyunjin happened to spot when he was walking you home from school one day? yeah, he’s missing and a bunch of previously missing kids were recovered the next day

he’s not like a vigilante or an antihero, boy spends most of his time with you anyways, but this shit is everywhere and if he sees it, he’s gonna put a stop to it

there was no big event where you came home and saw him chilling on your bed and threw him out the window in fear if i saw hyunjin’s fine ass on my bed after i came home from school, i’d probs cry and need a bowl of cereal to cope

he was just kinda always with you

demons are notoriously bad parents so when his mom had him, bitch just kind of dipped and he was assigned to you

witches don’t eat, not like humans anyways, they feed off energy, what kind of energy depends on what kind of witch it is

guardian witches feed off the life energy of their person, so as long as you’re alive he is too

growing up, your parents were no stranger to the name hyunjin cause you talked about him constantly but they thought he was just an imaginary friend till you were like seven and hyunjin started his drum faze and he was “drumming along” to linkin park on your father’s office desk at 3am

now they just don’t comment when shit starts floating around the house or you scream at them when they try to sit in a spot where hyunjin’s already sitting

he can actually appear to people if he chooses to, he just likes fucking with your parents, this dumbass thinks their reactions are funny

two of hyunjin’s dumbass demon friends, these little assholes named minho and jisung like to hang around your house and eat all your fucking food, EVEN THOUGH THEY’RE FUCKING WITCHES AS WELL AND DON’T NEED FOOD

they hang around your house constantly, it’s like they live there

it’s lowkey a battle for who can get hyunjin’s attention

now onto YOU and hyunjin

boy is WHIPPDT

he low-key follows you everywhere, not like a stalker, he’ll just find an excuse to go anywhere you go

claims it’s cause you need protection, when really he does, cause this bitch is ready to throw hands at any single loud noise

you and hyunjin are a couple but were best friends long before that and it fucking shows

knows all your orders from every single restaurant, but he doesn’t order it, he just pops it into existence cause he’s lazy and he doesn’t like the way the cashier checks you out when you guys go

jinnie takes his job as your guardian WAYY too seriously

you ain’t going outside in late fall without a jacket, you better be wearing short sleeves in summer, no standing around in the rain you might get sick, ANYONE messes with you at school, you gotta tell him so he can kick their asses

some things hyunjin doesn’t have a solution for but he’ll just be by your side for it and it’s so calming. you got a test? he’s sitting beside you both while you study and while you take it lowkey trying to help you cheat, you might have to hit him a bit or accept his help and cheat, do what you gotta do sis, you won’t need that info later on anyways

you gotta come out to your parents? boy’s right there rubbing circles on your hand with his thumb

you gotta give a speech? he’s in the audience with a foam finger and a fucking banner with your name on it, trying to be stupid and make you laugh

supportive in the most tsundere way

“ooh, that looks cool” he says nonchalantly, looking your talent show dance and pretending like he didn’t just finish putting up flyers for the show, highlighting your name and crossing out the other contestant’s names and drawing mustaches on them and acting like it was just your fucking solo performance basically

the. CLINGIEST. BABY.

“y/n can we cuddle i had a nightmare :(”

“jinnie....it’s noon and you don’t sleep”

“ >:( HOLD ME YOU DUMB BITCH”

despite how he acts and how clingy he is, this boy is so fucking tsundere and actually quite shy

his eyes glow when you hold his hand cause he still has to perform a silent spell to keep himself from blushing

he pretends to be all aloof when his friends are over

“y/n don’t hold my hand, you have two for a reason, hold your own”

this is said WHILE he’s crawling into your lap and literally drinking from the same cup as you

he’s not reserved about PDA around other demons who aren’t his friends, boy wants them to know you’re taken

“jinnie, what are you doing why are your eyes glowing?”

“i don’t like the way that asshole was looking at you”

“but your eyes only glow when you— HWANG HYUNJIN DID YOU JUST MAKE ME INVISIBLE?!”

“don’t worry we both are”

whenever hyunjin feels really REALLY strongly (anger, lust, happiness, doesn’t matter as long as the emotion’s really really strong), his eyes will glow completely green iris, pupil, sclera the white part for you uneducated bitches, and all

you’ve only seen this happen three times (minus when you have sex, boy’s eyes go green quicker than you can get him on the bed)

the first time was when y’all were fifteen and he realized he loved you

it was stupid, you were literally just about to fall asleep and he was playing with your hair and looked down and was like wow, i would really die for this moron

and his eyes glowed green and he just poofed out of your room and you didn’t see him for two days it was like that video of that cat that ran in and said i love you and then zoomed off real confused cause they couldn’t handle their emotions

the second time was when y’all were 17 and you were the first to say i love you

he. literally. started. crying.

I MEAN BLUBBERING, YOU HAD TO CALM HIM DOWN

cause he still has doubts that anyone could ever really love a demon and he thinks that you’re amazing and you could get any guy you want but you fell for him? that shit just got to him man, he wouldn’t stop saying i love for for like three hours

fight me you dumb bitch, you’re literally a fucking god and you deserve all the love in the world

can y’all tell i love hyunjin, i love hyunjin so fucking much :(

and the third time was when an angel tried to get you to ditch him

they do this shit a lot actually, they don’t agree with the idea of any sort of demon being a guardian so they try to get the human to break the bond and get a guardian angel

and this angel was bold, he walked up to you when hyunjin was right there, the nerve of him >:(

hyunjin’s eyes glowed green as soon as he realized what was happening

“you have three seconds to get the hell away from my human before we have a fucking problem”

he fucking growled the words out

ngl, it was hot, you’d never really seen hyunjin this mad before

the angel was scared af

yall went home and fucked after, for a loooong time

if you ever want to get hyunjin riled up, call him hyunjin instead of jinnie

his eyes glow green and he does that thing that people do where they like close their eyes and roll their neck around, trying to release the tension from their shoulders and keep themselves under control idk if you know what i’m talking about but it’s so dom, jimin from bts did it once and i think i had a spasm

“yes baby?”

and he’s looking down at you really intensely, like you’re something to eat

you can always tell when he’s in the mood either cause his eyes are glowing or suddenly your name has switched from y/n, love, sweetheart, and loser to baby or prince/ess

MOVING ON

jinnie has an animal form

it is, you guessed it, A SAMOYED DOG

except his fur is as black as his hair and he’s kinda VERY big for a samoyed, and his eyes are green

people who know what samoyeds are and are supposed to look like are kind of freaked out when they see him but everyone else just coos over how cute he is cause he is

he’s a very happy pup, actually likes for you to walk him and take him to the dog park and shit

doesn’t like leashes, but he’ll never admit that he actually likes wearing the collar with your name on it

“i just don’t see why i have to wear it y/n”

“jinnie, you don’t, you made me buy it”

“it’s not like if i can’t find my way home or teleport if the pound picks me up”

“that’s what i said before you made me buy it”

*dramatic sigh* “if you insist, just put the damn thing on so i can go play”

“jinnie, you don’t have to wear it, i really don’t care—”

“ >:( YOU’D BETTER CARE, JUST PUT THE STUPID COLLAR ON Y/N, DON’T MAKE ME CHEW UP YOUR SHOES AGAIN”

even sometimes changes into his samoyed form while you're at school and walks around the street so strangers give him food and pets and tell him how pretty he is

he’s really carefree and happy in this form and usually only changes into it when he’s really stressed or just wants to chill or play

he likes to lay on you in this form big ass mf thinks he’s a fucking lap dog or some shit so you rub his ears and give him pets and belly scratches and will not move until he gets them

lays in sunspots and sways his tail like a cat

not afraid to use the puppy dog eyes and they work everytime

call him a good boy or a good dog and he’ll probably bite you

do NOT play tug-of-war with this damn dog, he does not care that you’re his s/o, he will fucking DRAG you with NO. MERCY

one time y’all were at the mall and he was trotting along beside you in samoyed form, happy as a clam, until some rando person came up trying to spit game

long story short, jinnie peed on their leg

he got an earful that day but he still hasn’t apologized and probably never will

“i had to go y/n”

“YOU COULD’VE CHANGED INTO A PERSON AND GONE TO THE BATHROOM”

“c’mon prince/ss, it’s not like they didn’t get what they deserved, who wants to be flirted with while they’re walking their dog”

his logic makes ZERO sense and he knows it, bub just doesn’t wanna admit he was jealous

and as he’s saying this he’s back hugging you, whispering in your ear, swaying gently, even nibbling on your neck and earlobe a bit

he’s got you wrapped around his finger and he uses that to his full advantage

he thinks you deserve it for stealing his heart >:(, how dare you reader

ANYWAYS THIS IS LONG ENOUGH CAUSE I’M A SUCKER FOR ALL THINGS HYUNJIN

so basically guardian witch! hyunjin is a really chill but really devoted boyfriend, protective af with a heart of gold and would give you the moon and stars but pretends like he would sell you to satan for one corn chip

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#stray kids #hyunjin #fluff #headcannons #skz imagines #witch #guardian angel au #demon au #skz hyunjin #stray kids smut #fantasia #genetic mutation #fantasia genetic mutation

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speckledbears · 5 years ago

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Thoughts on “Far From Home”

SPOILERS FOR “Spider-Man: Far From Home”!!!!

this is for you anon

ok so basically i thought that it would have been good if it wasn’t a Spider-Man (“children’s”) movie.

Like, I think Quentin (Jake G) was such an interesting character, and an amazing villain but, I hated that his entire reason was because he wanted to be the New Iron Man. It bugs me to NO END that THATS the reason. Tony stole the projector tech he made, made fun of him (even if the audience didn’t know), and fired him. I think that’s a much better reason than wanting to be the next Annoying, Mean, Rich Rich Rich So Fucking Rich Metal Guy. The tech was so fucking cool? Like, projectors that seemed so lifelike,,, that’s so cool (also i kinda feel like you could relate it to how disney is only using GCI now but the russos are dumbasses). And like, the story Quentin and his team put together for Mysterio, and all the planning and the production value (if you can call it that lol) was so interesting and I was so intrigued. If there was a movie for him, and he didn’t fucking suck, I would pay to see it. His issue is that he’s so hellbent on killing Peter, MJ and Ned that I was put-off from like, half the movie. It’s kinda terrifying that someone can say, “I’ll just have to kill the kids myself,” and NO ONE IS CONCERNED??? And the fact that he was willing to kill innocent civilians just to make headlines, that’s fucked (and modern). Also, I think the directors missed out on a big opportunity for Peter to have a new father figure. Peter looked up to Quentin, trusted him, seeked him out for advice, like he would a father. I don’t remember him ever doing that with Tony. Peter was always too worried he was bothering him, and Tony seemed to brush him off a lot. Sure, Tony picked him and placed so much faith in him but, in the end? I feel Peter became more of a toy for the Avengers than an actual team member. If Quentin had been a good guy, doing this shit for the “right reasons” (idk like, taking the burden of becoming Iron Man off Peter, and maybe mentoring him) he could’ve been AMAZING. I still love him (except his dumb reasons) but, y’all missed out!!!!

Next: The whole deal with Peter being chosen by Tony to be the next Iron Man. Fucking hate that shit!!!!! Peter is a CHILD, he’s 16, and obviously he’s not ready for that responsibility!!!! In the movie, he’s manipulated by Quentin (which i lowkey also hate and explained above) and he just!!! gave EDITH to him!!!!! He’s a good kid, but not mature or responsible enough to handle having access to that kind of tech. I mean, dude almost killed a classmate?? Literally called a drone strike on the kid, couldn’t figure out how to cancel it, and destroyed the drone himself. Let’s not forget that this responsibility was FORCED ON HIM BY TONY???? Like, there was this scene where Peter literally told Quentin that he didn’t want EDITH!!! He didn’t want that kind of responsibility that came with being Iron Man!!! All he wanted for the summer was to hang out with his friends and kiss the girl he likes!!! Peter just wanted to be a normal child for one summer and, apparently, that was too much to ask for. Also, in the scene where Happy and Peter are in the jet talking about Tony, Peter says that he doesn’t know if he can be the new Iron Man. Happy doesn’t even hesitate when he says, “No, you can’t. No one can replace him.” Like hello!!!! And then they immediately forget that little nugget of wisdom, and Peter starts playing with Tony’s tech and literally everyone with eyes can draw the parallels between Peter and Tony. It’s frustrating. I hated how Tony was treated after his death. I completely understand mourning a character, especially one as important as Tony Stark, but it didn’t feel like mourning. It felt like worshipping. Tony had become a martyr, and he fucking knew it (EDITH = Even Dead, I’m The Hero 🙄) and people are still licking his boots. It’s just so weird that, even though he’s supposed to be dead, he’s still a main character and RDJ isn’t even in the movie!!!!!!!! When a character dies, that’s it, they can’t directly influence the story anymore, and yet Tony is still the reason for everything Peter does? He doesn’t have his own initiative. He lived and breathed in Tony’s shadow, and he’ll live in it forever. He’s being forced to become the next Iron Man. And believe me, I love Tony. I grew up watching the “Iron Man” movies with my parents and brother, and I remember watching one in the theatre and laughing till I cried. Guys! He’s dead! He’s done more than enough! It’s Spider-Man’s turn now.

I really hated Nick Fury in this movie. I grew up watching the OG Marvel movies and I loved Nick, but holy fuck. This dude hounded Peter, a CHILD, for help against those Elementals when he could’ve literally asked anyone else (side note: he shot Ned with a tranquilizer dart like? dude he’s a child calm down-). He gave a shit ton of excuses for why he couldn’t get in contact with the other Avengers but, I call bullshit. This dude is like, one of the most powerful men in the world (Quentin’s words, but it’s also been proven in other movies). He managed to track down Peter, how is it THAT HARD for him to find an adult??? Then he hijacked the school trip so that Peter would be in Prague, and he KNEW that once Peter was there he would help. It’s manipulation. Never mind the scene like, 5 mins later where Peter says he’s worried about his friends getting hurt (and having EDITH but not really understanding her), and Nick exploded on him. LIKE DUDE??? he’s a child. I’m also super pissed off at the fact that Nick manipulated Peter using his Avenger status. OOOOHHHH you whore!!! Literally everyone knows that Peter loved Tony (🙄🙄) and he used him against Peter! ASK AN ADULT FOR HELP YOU HAVE AN ENTIRE TEAM OF THEM????? Oh also, the bitch KNEW Quentin was evil. There’s a scene that proves it. It’s right after their first meeting where Peter says no, and leaves. Nick and Maria (the brunette lady hes always with, im surprised i remembered her name) share a knowing glance. They fucking KNOW. And yet?? They let Quentin do whatever the hell he wants?? He literally tried to kill 3 teenagers, and planned to kill hundreds of civilians in London (and i’m not sure if anyone did get hurt or died but, i wouldn’t be surprised). But the most powerful man in the world can’t stop him, apparently. He wants a 16-year-old CHILD to do it for him. It’s ridiculous!

The romance was also a bit hit-or-miss for me. Like, Ned and Betty?? It felt so forced and contrived? It literally only existed so that MJ could take Ned’s place. Y’all notice that Ned basically ditched his best friend for the entire movie for some girl he barely knows? Also, the fact that they “fell in love” on an eight hour flight. Hate that. It’s such a trope and it’s ugly. The romance with Happy and May was kinda weird, too? I mean, I don’t know their past together. I didn’t watch “Infinty War” or “Endgame” but, it also felt forced. Especially at the end, when Peter asked if they were dating!! May said no and Happy said yes!! I’m assuming that’s supposed to be comedy?? ig??? Anyway, I didn’t really like the romantic rivalry between Brad and Peter? (btw no shit i almost called peter “tony” i’m telling y’all they’re synonymous now). Like, Brad’s logic in using the photo of Peter stripping to “expose the truth” about Peter to MJ was so weird and awkward? The entire scene felt forced and I was so uncomfortable watching it. Also, MJ would’ve stuck up for Peter anyway, so it didn’t even matter, and the rivalry was dropped so easily after the opera in Prague. I did actually like the romance between Peter and MJ, even though I wasn’t expecting to. It’s a bit weird how quickly he got over Liz, but whatever; he’s a teenager. (I was going to comment on the necklace thing but, that’s actually kind of in character for him so, y’all get ONE (1) pass). I thought their hug and kiss at the end of the battle with Quentin was super fucking sweet and innocent, and it was refreshing compared to most teen romance movies where they act like adults instead. I was in LOVE with that scene, and it was one of the only scenes I honestly loved.

Ok, I wanna go back to Quentin for a bit. This dude absolutely destroyed the Peter Parker we were given in HOCO, and at the beginning of the movie. Yeah, Tony already had him as a puppet, but Quentin took his innocence. Y’all saw how easily Peter trusted people before him!! Like?? When he found out Quentin manipulated him, he lost almost all his faith in other people, except for MJ and Ned. For example, the scene where Peter calls Happy to pick him up because he’s in a holding cell in the Netherlands? Love that scene BUT! As he’s limping over to Happy, so obviously fucked up and hurting, he makes Happy prove it’s really him. THAT FUCKING HURT LMAO!!!!! I hated that. And that last battle with Quentin on the bridge? He maneuvered so easily through the drones, it was impressive, and he’d only fought against them once before (seems impossible but whatever). And watching the projections dissolve away into just pixels and a scared little bitch in a fish bowl helmet? Classic Theatre. But, he was traumatized by previous experiences fighting Quentin. Peter’s growth made the movie good but, his loss of innocence really made this movie kinda suck. Sure, his innocence still there—the scenes later with MJ prove that—but he’s still lost his easy trust in other people. It hurt to see. And, like, I’m not saying he can’t be more mature but, he didn’t even trust Happy!! He’s so paranoid that he’ll find his loved ones replaced by Quentin’s illusions!! It sucks!!!! Peter isn’t Peter without that sense of childlike wonder, curiosity, and helpless faith in others.

Anyway, I wanna talk about that Netherlands scene again because, holy shit, I loved it. After Peter was hit by that train (i actually screamed but the cinematography inside the train? *kiss*), he wakes up in some holding cell in the Netherlands with a band of friendly locals, and the guard, who’s talking on the phone with his pregnant wife. I don’t know why but, that scene was one of the first to make me smile? Like, it was so sweet how the other men were so happy for the guard and his wife, how they gave Peter a spare shirt because he looked cold, how Peter just broke the lock and left? How the guard was wearing Peter’s mask???? I’m in love. The next scene I liked was literally right after, of Peter limping through the tulip field, and Happy landing the jet nearby. Without dialogue, that scene is so pretty?? The petals stirring in the wave the jet left as it landed?? The HUG???? UGH! I fell in love. Another scene I loved was the scene when Peter went to Berlin to meet with Nick Fury and Quentin manipulated it with the projection technology. Even though I knew it was fake, I was worried about what was going on outside the projection (he got hit by a fucking train so,,,,,, iwas right to be worried-). Watching Peter so helpless and trying to stay vigilant was so heartbreaking, yet I was lowkey impressed. Like? How many other mean ass men could pull that off? None, next question. I can’t even think about how to explain it. I watched that scene at least 3 times, and was amazed every time, my only thoughts anxiety for Peter.

Okay, lastly, I wanna talk about the tech. I thought it was so interesting and unique. Like, I’ve played with the idea of projection in stories, or with characters as magic but, never considered applying it through technology, especially tech as capable as it is. And every scene where the projections were being used were amazing. I mean, obviously it’s CGI, but in the context of the MCU, it’s so interesting and cool to see tech like that used in a very public way. And no one knew!!! The whole system (along with Quentin and his team) was so good at camouflaging that I was fooled at the beginning of the movie. I seriously believed in the Elementals and Mysterio’s ruined Earth. It’s part of the reason I really enjoyed his character. And, like I said earlier, Peter was fooled by it too; everyone was. He learned it, eventually. But not before Quentin could manipulate the situation one last time and claim Peter called the drone attacks on London, and revealed his identity.

All in all, I didn’t have fun watching “Far From Home,” and it’s mainly because it didn’t feel like a Spider-Man movie. I enjoyed “Homecoming,” so much more. The villain was far more relatable (even though you could see it as demonizing the poor), Ned and Peter’s friendship was so wholesome and sweet, the entire cast was fun, and it was more enjoyable than watching some angry rich white man trying to kill children so he can get richer.

#long post #spiderman #spiderman: ffh #peter parker #mysterio #mj spiderman #ned spiderman #im angry haha

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pondlilies00 · 6 years ago

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Slbp Step-Sisters AU

Slbp fans, I have a weird “what if” but just stay with me ok? What if, the two mc’s became step-sister? Like, just imagine all the hijinks that would ensue.

I wasn’t expecting my first post into the slbp fandom to be of a crack au but here we are. Excuse my handwriting and also its my first time drawing older characters as well as an injured character so I hope it turned out okay. Anyways, for this interested in my weird au, continue below the cut.

I’ll be calling the two mc’s Hana and Tsuki since I think that’s what the fandom called them. I’ll be calling Hana’s mother, Harumi and Tsuki’s Father will be called Kage (yes, I know such creative names lol).

This whole au starts with Kage going through Kyoto to see his daughter but he gets caught by hunters. I feel like back in the day Kage would have been a pretty good ninja but its been a while since he’s done anything physical so the hunters manage to hurt him badly.

Kage is on the verge of collapse and also delirious due to the hunters using poisoned weapons but he manages to tuck himself into an alleyway and escape his pursuers.

Harumi finds him and ends up dragging him into the restaurant. She knows that helping him might put herself in danger but she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she left someone like that.

Kage ends up being bedridden cuz of... idk, broken leg? The poison?? and despite him thinking he’d never love again, Harumi’s kindness ends up making his heart waver

Harumi’s mom also doesn’t think she’d find love again after her husband died but when she catches a glimpse if Kage’s smile, she finds her heart beating in an old familiar way

Kaede finds him in the restaurant since she helps out there occasionally and Kage ends up staying there a bit more since it’s safe (for those who know about Saizo’s connection to Hana, I lowkey feel like Saizo protects the restaurant)

Yahiko will be really happy to have a father figure in his life again

I feel like Harumi and Kage ’s relationship would be a slow and casual one

There would be a touching scene where Kage goes to visits Harumi’s dead husband with Harumi, Yahiko, and maybe Hana

Hana would get regular letters about how her mom is falling in love and maybe she’ll even meet him on a couple of occasions while Tsuki probably wouldn’t even know that her father found another woman until its like, their wedding day

Since in my au, Hana and Tsuki’s boyfriends are lord and ninja, Tsuki will recognize Hana right away but Hana won’t recognize Tsuki

Tsuki will be cautious of Hana at first cuz its too much of a coincidence that her dad fell in love with the mom of her boyfriend’s lord’s girlfriend right? It’s gotta be a trap somehow right??

It’s not a trap, surprise. Since Hana knows about Tsuki now, she’ll make an effort to get close to her when they both get back to the castle

Tsuki finds that her new step-sister is actually the most harmless thing on earth and ends up getting really protective of her new sister

Hana finds out that Tsuki is a ninja an is really accepting about that fact much to Tsuki’s surprise and delight. Hana ends up begging Tsuki to teach her cool new ninja moves and Tsuki agree but only on the condition that Hana teaches her how to cook.

They’d probably go foraging together in the mountains

These girls will end up being best friends and with the power of plot armor, nothing is going to get in the way of their friendship and happy endings

And last but not least, the scenario below but better written:

Tsuki: Hey Hana, tell ur man to not give my man any missions next week, its his bday and I wanna go on dates and be cute Hana: I gotchu fam

Lol well, that’s all I have for now. Thanks to all who actually manage to read through all of that. If there’s any actual writers out there who want to write this au, feel free to message me.

#samurai love ballad party #tenka touitsu koi no ran #tenka touitsu love ballad #slbp #slbp mc #slbp au #slbp fanart #voltage inc #voltage games #voltage otome #mc #my art

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letsperaltiago · 6 years ago

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If you don’t mind, I’ll walk the line |Jake x Amy|

I Love You-prompt request #42: Is this okay?

Requested by @phxntom-pain!

Look, I’m a sucker for pining pre-relationship Peraltiago and also new-relatiosnhip Peraltiago, soooo here we go! Hope you like it!

Also this isn’t proof read yet, so sorry in advance for typos and other mishaps!

Word count: 2.5K

It’s all the little things he has to get used to. All the thoughts, words and gestures he had to hold back before; he’s now actually allowed to put them all into motion. Yet, it’s still new and he still somewhat feels uncertain. Mostly because he finds it hard to know where to start and where to stop. The last thing he wants to do is to cross the line. Amy Santiago is too damn important for that.

They’ve only been dating - considering the evening where they finally said “screw light and breezy” as the actual starting point - for a bit over a week. It’s still brand new. And though Jake absolutely loves it, already considering it the best thing that has ever happened to him, it also manages to keep him on his toes. Not to say that he doesn’t feel comfortable around Amy. On the contrary: he’s sometimes afraid that he feels too comfortable around her. It’s only been a week, right? That exact thought strikes him a lot; more than he’d like it to. Guess Sophia did leave some scarring, though he hated to admit it. The last thing he wanted to was to compare them, but he also knew very well that Amy and Sophia were nothing alike. Yet he couldn’t help but hear Sophia’s haunting words from their last day together, whenever he felt like bursting with love in front of his new girlfriend.

“I just don’t think I accidentally love you back…”

Honestly he hadn’t thought three months with Sophia had been too soon, but her reacting the way she to his three accidental confessions of love did affect him. Jake wasn’t stupid though. He also knew very well, looking past what happened with Sophia, that one week was way too soon for an “I love you”. But man, did he feel like exploding every time Amy was within his sight. A zoo had moved into Jake’s stomach. Exactly, not just butterflies. Amy Santiago made him feel the whole damn Bronx zoo. Today was no exception. Tuesday. 10 days after agreeing to screw ‘light and breezy’. Yes, Jake kept count of the days and if the whole world wouldn’t judge him for it, he’d throw him and Amy a 10 day anniversary-party. Then again, Jake had a filter a knew that he’d have to wait for them to cross the one month-mark. At the very least.

Anyways, it was Tuesday and time for lunch. The squad had decided to get some food from the Chinese take-away place down the street from the precinct. Being the good friend that she is - also in need of fresh air and more steps for her pedometer - Amy had quickly offered to pick it up and save the delivery expenses.

“The delivery is only a couple of bucks, Santiago. Don’t worry about it,” the sarge had gently brushed off her offer.

“I want to though. It’s just a few blocks and I could use a brisk walk.” She had already picked up her coat, and put her hair in a signature ponytail in order to keep it intact in case the weather outside was windy. Always prepared Santiago-style.

“Just let her go, Sarge. It’ll make her day,” Rosa added without looking up from where she was currently stirring milk into her fresh cup of coffee. Amy smiled widely at the sound of her friend’s comment, lowkey enjoying the support though she also knew the curly-haired detective’s comment contained a certain amount of mocking.

Enhancing his already huge muscles, their sergeant shrugged in defeat before dealing the number and placing the phone to his ear. He wasn’t getting anywhere with this. “Sure… Go ahead, Santiago.”

“Awesome! See you in a bit,” and with that said, Amy rushed out the break-room and through the busy bullpen before suddenly bumping into a firm chest, as she was too busy wrapping her scarf around her neck.

“Wow there!” The chest uttered.

“Oh, sorry! I wasn’t-“ she looked up to meet a couple of familiar brown eyes. Her before nervous o-shaped lips suddenly transitioned into a calm smile.

“Should I be worried that you’re fleeing the place as soon as I step in? Also… A scarf?” Jake squinted his eyes at his girlfriend’s (his girlfriend!!!) choice of outwear, adding a teasing smile for the sake of it.

He hadn’t expected anything else, so of course he got a pair of rolling eyes back, Those were also attached to a smile, of course. “Mock me if you will, but we’re in October and the weather is unpredictable.”

“Just admit that you’re constantly cold, Santiago.”

This little comment showed that he actually knew her a lot better than most people - including herself - thought and it caused blood a rush of blood to her cheeks. Befor she could even think of objecting, she was nervously tugging a strand of hair that had escaped her ponytail behind her ear. Jake could only stand and look, fighting the urge to pull her in for a kiss right then and there in front of the entire buzzing bullpen. A cough of his broke the tension, saving them both from further yearning and problems with HR.

“Anyhow… Where are you even going? Isn’t it time for lunch?”

“Oh, I’m going to grab lunch for everyone,” she suddenly remembered how they’d ended up here in the first place, both still standing by the bullpen’s gate. Something immediately clicked in Jake’s brain. Though he’d been outside since the early hours, chasing some idiot perp who thought he could get away with robbing a delhi, he was willing to take another walk if it meant spending time with Amy.

“Care for some good-looking company?”

The fact that this question followed her statement without hesitance only made Amy’s heart pound faster for the man. There was honestly no one else she’d rather spend time with than him, and the fact that he felt that way too was very soothing to Amy. Dating and dealing with anxiety hadn’t always been a easy cocktail to drink, but Jake made it easier. So far so good, right?

“Sure,” she sent him a warm smile, automatically reaching for his hand but soon enough clenching her fist and diverting it. Professionalism was key and they were still very much inside the precinct.

15 minutes later, the two detectives were waiting in line for their order. Apparently, the rest of the precinct and half of Brooklyn had had the same exact idea for lunch. The Chinese eatery was buzzing like a fairground, and both Jake and Amy could recognise at least a dozen of faces from around the city: colleagues from their own and neighbour precincts, old suspects and other random acquaintances.

“Damn, what is up with Brooklyn today?” Jake frowned as they got into the back of the line.

“Payday was yesterday,” Amy stated matter of a factly, checking her phone for the order number that the sergeant had texted her.

“Ah, yes. Makes sense, ‘cause there’s no way in hell Anderson from PR can afford both Chinese for lunch and the new Dragon Quest Heroes-game…” After a few seconds of silence that’s when he realised the other detective was no longer looking at her phone, but instead him and this time with a confused frown.

“Okay, I had to drop by PR to see Holt and while I was waiting for him, I got in real deep with Anderson. Don’t judge!”

They took a few steps forward, feeling people joining the line behind them as Amy let him off the hook with a smile and a shake of the head. A comfortable silence between fell over the two, momentarily shielding them from the noise around them. The shorter of the two, whose scarf had blown into a messy ,’hanging on for dear life’-type of positions around her neck, suddenly started fidgeting with the long piece of black material. Still very much caught in this bubble, where only the two of them existed, Jake stared mesmerisingly as the black-haired got her hands all caught up. There was something so stupidly capturing and naturally beautiful about her - even as her eyes shot daggers at her scarf and nose scrunched with displeasure. Small grunts anf sighs escaped her tightly sealed lipped as to keep herself from cursing, which Jake knew she definitely could though she wasn’t proud of it.

Then, without even thinking like it was a deeply rooted instinct within himself, he took a step closer to her and grabbed the two ends of her scarf. She froze at his sudden closeness, just momentarily, before letting go of the tricky ends and tilting her head upwards to look at him. Currently busy fixing her scarf for her, he wasn’t looking directly at her face, but she was definitely looking at him. He could feel it. Right then and there he wished fixing a scarf was harder, just so he had an excuse to stand this close to her for a bit longer, but his hands eventually stopped moving when he realised he’d succeeded the task. No matter how unnatural or weird it might’ve seemed to the bystanders in line, he couldn’t get himself to let go of the fabric around her neck. So he just stood there, holding onto the two ends with his hands as he finally replaced his vision to look straight back at her.

Like gravity he slowly started to pull her in closer by the scarf, slowly ducking his head to reach her few inches shorter height. Though they were very close by then as Amy just let him use her scarf to draw her in, Jake still had a pretty good sight of her face and he could tell that her eyes were wandering. They weren’t focused, itching for him like his was for her, but looked rather… anxious. This very small act, though probably unconscious on her part, drew him out of the moment and caused him to freeze nose tip to nose tip with his partner. It was all it took to pause his instincts and get him way too deep into his head.

It took him back to a few months prior, when he was with Sophia, and reminded him of how any kind of PDA was a no-no with her. He somewhat understood and agreed, since they professionally speak were enemies, but it still hurt. Every time he wanted to kiss her or even just grab her hand at or anywhere near the courthouse or her office, he’d have to stop himself. He couldn’t help but consider that maybe he was just the one who was a bit too all over the place with his feelings, and women actually didn’t like this kind of stuff. Maybe it was just better to keep feelings and the public space as separate things. Amy wasn’t his object to prance around with, even if he simply did it out of care and envy. It was not like actually cared whether or not people saw them. Sometimes he just craved her attention; her touch - just to make sure that she was indeed real and no longer a dream,

He swallowed, silently but prominently, as if to prepare himself for a crash and burn. Their noses were still pressed against one another; his hands were still keeping her close by the scarf and her eyes were still wandering around his face.

“Is this… okay?” She couldn’t help but notice how his breath hitched as he said it.

A huge frown immediately crept onto her beautiful face and it felt like a kick to the gut. “What do you mean?”

“This.” He pulled back, causing bridge of her nose suddenly feeling empty, to look into her eyes with grave sincerity which honestly almost scared Amy a bit. “Like, I know we’re out in public, but I wasn’t thinking straight and I just-” he took another deep breath, having run out of air. “I think I just, even unconsciously, want to like… Hold you and hug you and kiss you all the time. But I know it’s also kinda inappropriate-“

“Peralta. Shut up,” she giggled amusingly, shaking her head at him as she grabbed the sides of his open leather jacket to pull him into a kiss. Keeping in mind that they were in the midst of a few dozens of people, Amy allowed her lips to gently dance across his, letting him know that they were more than okay. Unable to grab her scarf, since her hands were in the way, he quickly found an alternative in putting his hands on her hips to pull her in close. The kiss had an entire firework factory explode in his stomach, still not understanding both why he had the coolest girlfriend or how she was actually her girlfriend. Though still pressed against hers, his lips spread into a wide grin and he could feel hers smile back; which without a doubt was the best feeling in the entire world. No doubt. So into it that the world disappeared, he barely notice her lips leaving his, when she slightly drew her head back to look him in the eyes.

“I know us being colleagues is a matter that we need to be careful about, but when we’re not back at the precinct or out on duty, then don’t…” She paused, running her tongue across her upper lip in thought and almost killing Jake, before continuing. “Don’t worry about it. It’s just me, okay?” Her right hand let go of the zipper on his jacket, only to slide up his collarbone, neck and ending on his cheek. She smiled and immediately reassured him. “Do whatever you’d done with any other girlfriend. Grab my hand, play with my hair, kiss me in line for Chinese take away in front of random people… It’s okay.”

A heavy, calm sigh escaped his body. “I just didn’t want to do it, just because I’m such a damn smitten fool, if you felt weird about it. I guess I’m still high on this whole us-thing.”

“You think I’m not? God, Jake. The only reason why I rarely do anything PDA-ish or sometimes look nervous when you initiate some is because… I can’t believe it’s you, you know? I can’t believe that I can do all these stupid, cute things to you without it being weird or wrong. And I can’t believe that I’m the girl that you can do all these stupid, cute things to. Doesn’t mean it’s not okay… Okay?”

“Okay,” he smiled, feeling like a heavy burden was lifted from his shoulders. The line moved, so they eventually had to let go of each other and go along with it. She felt him grab her hand, intertwining their fingers and couldn’t help but smile to herself. It’s stupid how such a small gesture could make her feel so giddy. Next thing she knew, he ducked his head to reach her ear’s level.

“Expect a lot of me smacking your butt and calling you sickly cute names from now on, Santiago. This is boyfriend-Jake and you’re getting the full experience from now on.”

“Jake…”

#I love you x Peraltiago #Jake x Amy #Peraltiago #Jake and Amy #Brooklyn Nine nine #Brooklyn 99 #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Prompt

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ptw30 · 6 years ago

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VLD Season 7 Reactions: Part 2

Hi, @dreamworksanimation and @voltron! Hope you had a great holiday weekend. I received more asks since the last time I sent you a post. Please give these a read, as these are the reviews sent to me from the fandom. Best - ptw30

Anonymous said: Voltron is all build up and no follow up. They teased us with a very cool premise and then slowly went away from it till they finally went to "nope don't remember didn't happen". And the EPs even seem proud of that. I wonder if they ever watched the show :(

The EPs lack the ability to bring a resolution or closure. We never find out Haggar’s motivation or reasoning about Operation Kuron. We never find out who the “other one” was in the pilot. We never find out Shiro’s bayard form. Lance’s insecurities are never resolved. We never find out the limitations of Allura’s powers - she can transfer souls but can’t find the Black Lion galaxies away? There’s just so much left out of the story.

Anonymous said: Sometimes I think about all of voltron’s loose threads and how this next season is the last and am then transported back to my high school days of putting off projects until the last second, throwing something together, aiming for at least a passing grade.

The EPs failed a long time ago, if that’s the case. When they decided to kill off one of the main characters without allowing the team to grieve, forced the most popular paladin off the team, demoted the leader of the team to a soldier, and abandoned its own lore, including breaking the strongest paladin-lion bond without any explanation - they failed to give the viewers any satisfying conclusion to this story. No matter what the next 13 episodes include, it won’t make up for the middle 39 episodes that literally brought tragedy after tragedy, especially to the team’s only LGBTQ+, multiple-minority character.

@sweet-rabbit said: You know, if the EPs wanted us to not like, nay, LOVE AND ADORE Shiro as much as we do, it was probably a huge misstep on their or whoever's part that they hired a man who voiced a freakin' DISNEY RENAISSANCE CHARACTER to voice Shiro. The blasted fools, the lot of them!

Josh Keaton is a consummate professional, and no doubt, Andrea Romano nailed it when working with him and the team. If there is one thing that is absolutely, without a doubt, above reproach with this show - it’s the voice acting. It is outstanding.

@safeautistickeith said: Damsel Shiro aaaaalways felt Suspect ™ for me. Like. Keith can say, ”we saved each other” (whoever wrote that bless them) But, lbr Shiro’s sidelining was a slowburn that started from his damsel-dom. S1: S and K each got a Big Save. K saved S when he came back to Earth. S saved K when K went after Zarkon (Shiro voice: I’ve got you, buddy) S2: K saved S in Across the Universe. S saved K in Marmora. Equals? Yes. Truly. Then s3 comes along and it’s not longer this beautiful, mutual thing, but Shiro becomes a Damsel in Distress. Which Yikes ™ Asian man demoted to damsel? Unfortunate implications. He’s arc has been about leading up until then? Unfortunate implications. He’s a gay male( the reveal planned in s2??) un for tu nate implications. There’s a line between, ”you can be masc and also need help” and just making him a damsel. Big Yikes.

Voltron originally broke tropes, which was awesome. Allura wasn’t a princess locked away in a castle-ship but a knock-out, drag-out warrior who wasn’t afraid to get into the fray. Shiro, the strong-willed leader, wasn’t afraid to accept help. Keith, the loner, felt perhaps the most for his team. “Loverboy” Lance was actually the heart of the team, rather than a female character playing that part. Hunk, too, was strong but scared, and Pidge was not the stereotypical girl figure.

In Season 3, the story began to fall into the traps of the tropes it had broken, and it’s been a demoralizing and disappointing journey ever since.

@melissa18999 said:The lack of characters being challenged emotionally is why everything after season 2 bothers me. Kuron’s arc didn’t test the characters on an emotional level given how after the arc is over everyone just moves on. It’s there only to write actual shiro out of the show for a bit rather than seriously affect the cast. Same thing with Keith’s [crap] and every other character. Nothing tests them emotionally. (Maybe Allura with Lotor)

VLD misses a lot of emotional beats. One of the biggest failures was not showing when the team learned about Keith’s Galran heritage. Then we never see the emotional fallout with the clone, other than the team referring to him as “evil.” The clone fought alongside with the team, perhaps longer than Shiro, and the team never mourned him. Sendak and Shiro’s fight? Shiro never says a word, and then Keith kills Sendak, taking away Shiro’s right to fight back against his one-time captors.

Lotor had Pidge’s dad and didn’t even try to make her a traitor to Team Voltron? Narti could control minds and not one of the paladins was ever brainwashed by her? Haggar did it to a clone, not even Shiro.

Even Allura and Lotor’s relationship - Allura’s anger was the stereotypical “woman scorned.”

So much potential, and it’s just wasted.

Anonymous said: An ask or two doesn't have enough room to describe how much Shiro means to me, how much strength I draw from him, how many dark places he's helped me out of. But s6's treatment of kuron/shiro left me in tears and nearly dissociating for hours, and it's the only season I haven't rewatched. And here's the kicker: Everything I've read about s7 has made the thought of watching it feel identical to an urge to self harm. I want the EPs to think about that. I want them to think hard about people like me, because I doubt I'm the only one who's been affected like this. And I want them to really, really consider if this is the story they wanted to tell. If this is the effect they wanted their story to have.

Shiro is important to many people in terms of representation, and I’ve read many posts about people who identify with him. I’m glad he’s had an impact upon your life, and I hope you can still take comfort in the earlier seasons. Please take care.

Anonymous said: I think I'd be okay with the "Shiro had a degenerative disease" if that was it alone. Like, it's a really good explanation of why everyone so readily accepted the pilot error thing despite Shiro being an absolute legend of a pilot. But it was tied together with his gay reveal and then the story he was shoved into and... I cannot like it, or accept it.

Shiro was revealed to be LGBTQ+, have a degenerative disease, and lose his place in Voltron - all in one season. The juxtaposition of the reveals is reprehensible, and it sends a horrible message to people who have mental and physical struggles, are LGBTQ+, and minorities.

Anonymous said: So, here's why the "it's a show abt war so you have to suffer watching, bc there's only tragedy" excuse is weak: It’s a show about space robots, a space robot called voltron. It's not a show about drama, about people dying and it never was. It was supposed to be a show about teamwork (supposed bc that premise has left the building a long time ago) with war comes death? Yes, absolutely, but its not an excuse to kill all of the lgbt characters

That’s the issue - it’s not an excuse to kill all the LGBTQ+ characters. A show about war that has death and handles appropriately is one thing. Mourning the clone, mourning Shiro, mourning Narti - all those things should have happened, and they didn’t. (These characters were also all with physical and mental disabilities, DreamWorks.)

Showing children closure, helping them to understand death - is a good lesson to learn. But excluding Shiro from his only family, killing his one-time SO in a “fringe” move, and then killing the other LGBTQ+ couple in the show - not to mention killing Shiro four times - that’s a message DreamWorks should not be sending children.

Anonymous said: The one thing I wanted from Voltron Season 7: Shiro getting to reunite with the team, and work with them again as a part of the team - also, the one thing the Voltron EPs refuse to allow.

Not to be technical - but that’s actually two things. Shiro did reunite with the team, but unfortunately, he wasn’t a part of the team. In fact, he was excluded to the point of no longer even being called a paladin, according to “The Journey Within,” and I agree. I wanted that in Season 7 as well.

Anonymous said: I'm still lowkey [mad] that Sincline, made of the same material as Voltron, was not sentient, but the MFE fighters and Atlas, which are reverse-engineered galtean tech and run off... idk what they run off, magic low-charge batteries maybe... are implied sentient.

I’m not sure, but I can say - I am sad that didn’t pan out, either. I wanted to see what Lotor and his generals could do in Sincline. I’m sad that Atlas, clearly built for Allura, didn’t talk to Allura first. Instead, she will always be Blue’s second choice, Lance Red’s second choice, and Keith left to Black because Shiro...didn’t not to fly Black anymore? I’m not quite sure why. The story never tells us.

Rounding back - Sincline had so much more potential than was realized.

Anonymous said: In not committing to a specific black paladin, or even a specific direction and endgame, the story failed to stay together. It fell apart in the same manner a soft cheese does when pressed to a fine-hole cheese grater.

There are a lot of things that failed to keep the story together. The first and foremost was - you need to keep the team together, or at the very least, not lose two of your main characters in one 26-episode batch, one character for 24 episodes, another for 12.

Anonymous said: If the EP's have treated Shiro as an equal instead of a 'problem' they had to put up with, would VLD have not have gone downhill? It does feel like their dislike for one character and their stubbornness to stick to their original plan is what dragged the show down. It really does feel like what happened behind the scenes has become a cautionary tale on what you shouldn't do when writing a story and its characters.

I can’t say for sure, but what I can say is - the moment the EPs saw Shiro not as a character but as a plot device, is the moment the story began to unravel.

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