#which is usually an immediate banishment

[alsoanyways]

wait wait wait okay so if Sol kept up the veiling after marrying Lazul, being unveiled in the aftermath of the Incident would add like so much to the devastation actually

[isaacathom]

naielle is so much fun to play when shes super stressed, is angry, has been recently knocked unconscious, or is drunk, because she suddenly loses a barrier between her head and and her hands and mouth and starts doing shit like curveballing a cup into the commodores head because he made a bad joke

[meet-you-at-the-north-star]

Let Me In

Eric Northman x human! Reader

Summary: inspired by scenes from ep. 3x02 & 3x03 as well as a couple other plot points in the show (but plot is quite vague anyway)

Word count: 1517

“You’re going to invite me in” he stated, slowly, in that gentle purr his voice always sounded to my ears.

I took a step back, partially to hide the jolt that went through my body at those words. “And why would I do that?”

I wondered if he could sense the change in pace of my palpitations. They were yet to invent a way to disguise that from a vampire's super hearing.

“So I can protect you” He took a step forward. Then another, equally measured. “Or have passionate primal sex with you”.

When my hands touched the wood of the door behind me he stopped, slightly tilting his head: “Possibly both”

I gulped. I didn’t even realize that I had been backing away.

“You’re not gonna distract me by talking nasty” I said, perfectly aware that I was the one trying to distract him from the effect he was having on me.

He smirked, leaning down and invading even more of my personal space. “I already have”.

“So…are you going to invite me in?”

“That’s not how it works” I scolded him, a warning look on my face.

“Pity” He leaned back. “As soon as you let me know what the rules are, I’ll be more than happy to play along”

I stared at him for a moment, different streams of thoughts racing through my brain. “Do you really think something might happen to me tonight?”

“There’s a good chance it might. Tonight, the night after that, it doesn’t make much of a difference. I’d rather be safe than sorry” He cut short.

“Alright. I am going to invite you in…” I began, placing my hand on his chest to stop him from taking another step forward. “If you promise not to cross this threshold and to leave me alone the minute I do.”

“Well, that’s no fun”

“Eric.”

He nodded. “I promise. If that’s what you want”

“It is” I lied, but he didn’t need to know that. “You will be able to sense it if I’m in some kind of trouble, right?”

“Correct.”

“Good. Then you’re officially invited to come inside, Eric Northman…if I should need your help” I specified in an eloquent tone.

“Thank you.” His hand reached out to move a strand of hair behind my ear, with a tenderness that was as unexpected as disarming coming from someone like him.

I struggled to fight back the instinct to immediately take back everything I had just said, but I couldn't help but at least smile at him.

He smiled back at me and pulled his hand away. “Goodnight, Y/N”


A moment later he had literally vanished into thin air.

I closed the door behind me with a sigh, my heart now beating wildly. Sleeping was going to be no easy feat after all that.

I tried to prepare myself calmly, retracing all the steps of my usual nighttime routine in order to banish any kind of thoughts from my mind, both the positive and the negative.

When I finally got into bed, however, it was impossible to avoid those piercing blue eyes and features so beautiful they didn't seem real, which had so often populated my recent dreams.

Even though he had cheated by giving me his blood, a part of me couldn't help but think I would have dreamed of him regardless. After all, my daydreams were much the same way.

Eric’s eyes were my last conscious thought, then only darkness. And the sound of steps. Some kind of creature was approaching me. I could hear its menacing growl clearly now. I started running as fast as I could, but it seemed like the noise was only getting louder and more frightening. I turned a dark corner and my heart dropped realizing there was no way out of it. It was a dead-end. Then all of a sudden the floor opened up under my feet and I fell into an endless dark pit.

I let out a scream so loud I must have woken myself up. I felt cold arms holding me and instinctively fought to free myself from their grip, still screaming. Did the creature that was following me finally catch me?

“Hey” Two hands were cradling my face in an instant, gently. “it’s okay, it’s me, you’re alright”

I blinked once, twice and finally the fog clouding my brain started to dissipate as I found myself back in my room, staring into those blue eyes again. But this time I was only not seeing them with my mind. Usually impenetrable, they now betrayed concern as they studied my expression intently.

“What are you doing here?” I managed to utter in the end.

He looked a little uncomfortable, as if he was afraid I might be mad at him. “I sensed your fear”

It finally hit me: the chase, the panic I felt, it was all a dream. But he couldn’t tell the difference and thought I was actually in danger. I felt a blush quickly rising to color my cheeks and I rested my head against his chest to hide my embarrassment. “Oh my god, it was a stupid nightmare”

His arms slid up and down my back, holding me close in a protective grip. “It’s definitely quite a relief”

“I’m sorry you had to come all the way here for that”

“I’m not” he said, a half-smirk curving his lips.

“Eric” I leaned back and looked up at his face, trying to recover some sense of distance between us, but we were too close this time. And there was no invisible magical barrier I could cross.

He understood what I needed, slightly loosening the grip of his arms to allow me freedom of movement, but his eyes remained locked in mine. “Do you want me to go?”

I opened my mouth to respond but not a word came out. I ran a hand through my hair nervously, eyes darting everywhere until his hand came up to gently cup my chin, forcing me to bring my attention back to him.

My eyes dropped to his lips. They looked even redder in contrast to his unnaturally pale skin.

He didn’t move, waiting, while my brain performed somersaults to find any valid excuse why I shouldn’t let this happen.

It couldn’t.

I had about half a second to be surprised at my own impetuousness as I crashed my lips against his, then my mind went blank.

My hands quickly travelled up his neck and tangled in his hair, pulling him to me as our mouths explored each other, greedy and eager.

I felt the blood rushing through my veins and speeding up my heartbeat until it was a loud pounding in my ears. I should have been frightened by how vulnerable that probably made me in his presence, but I wasn’t.

I wasn’t afraid of him or this in the slightest, everything about it felt too right. The feeling of his arms surrounding me again in secure hold, his hands gripping my shoulders and then cradling my face, his lips hungry, relentlessly pressing on mine in a silent request for access.

My mouth parted with a sigh, allowing his tongue to slip inside, deepening the kiss. Our bodies were flush against one another and in the blink of an eye he’d pulled me onto his lap and my hands moved to his shoulders to regain my balance, lips still locked together in a restless dance.

“Hey!” I jokingly protested, finally parting for air after what felt like a two-hour apnea. “Some of us here still need to breathe”

“Mmm, you know that’s something I can easily remedy” He grinned, lips teasingly trailing up my neck and leaving nothing but small kisses behind.

“Don’t even think about that”

“What a shame” His eyes found mine again, thumb lightly stroking my cheek. “You’d make a stunning vampire”

I simply smiled at that, leaning down to capture his lips again. The kiss was slower this time, less frantic; but languid, our lips slowly taking their time to savor each other.

I felt him grin into the kiss as my hands moved in the small space between our bodies and started unbuttoning his shirt.

“Wait a minute” I abruptly stopped and shot him a worried look. “You can’t stay here”

He raised both eyebrows in disbelief. “You cannot be serious right now”

“No, I mean…what about the sun?”

He burst into a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “Good thing you people have invented blinds”

“True, guess humans aren’t all that bad, uh? ” I smirked.

“They have their moments” He conceded, looking at me.“But you do realize” he began, tone dropping suggestively, “that means I’m going to be stuck in this room for the entire day, right?”

I bit my bottom lip and shamelessly let my eyes wander over his messy hair and the half-unbottoned shirt on his chest, drinking it all in: he was one to talk about “stunning”. Then I brought my lips close to his ear: “I’m sure I can think of a way to keep you occupied”

[inthehouseoffinwe]

Ok a lil hc for why Curufin is so close to Fëanor and why the twins went to Beleriand.

So idk how many of you have seen twin pregnancies, and no doubt many of you will know more than me. But the ones I have seen were *exhausting* for the mother. Constantly tired, unable to do a whole lot, usually in some kind of pain be it back, ribs from the kicking babies, legs, hips, you name it. Not to mention the nausea. Nerdanel would have been absolutely shattered for most of her pregnancy, but by this point Fëanor is confident enough (has been reassured by Nerdanel over the last five pregnancies) that he’s ok leaving her to her own devices.

What this means though is Nerdanel doesn’t have a lot of energy to spare looking after her other children. Caranthir is old enough to happily stick with his brothers or sit with his embroidery, but little Curvo is around 5/6 equivalent and is very attached to his parents. Nerdanel suddenly not being able to do much creates a distance, neither of their faults, in which Fëanor steps in. This time spent with his father shapes Curufin’s interests and personality to make him embody his mother name. Atarinkë indeed, in more than just looks.

Now this temporary distance that should’ve started to close by the time Ambarussa were two or three is furthered because now is when Fëanor and Nerdanel start getting into arguments. At this point they’re small spats at most, nothing too serious, but Curufin who’s very attached to his now primary caregiver and distanced from the other, immediately takes Fëanor’s side. Again at this point both parents are still trying to get him close to his mother again, but it’s not going well and with how heated both parents get, it’s difficult to keep disagreements behind closed doors.

Then Curvo becomes a teen and it’s his father above all else. The time for change is passing, Fëanor and Nerdanel have started to spend days apart, days in which Maedhros and Maglor often take care of the twins so their mother can have a break, and Curufin sees this as another sign his mother isn’t worthy of their family. By the time we get to the banishment to Formenos, Curvo refuses to speak to Nerdanel, and whilst his brothers still send letters and occasionally go out to meet her, he burns the letters as soon as they come.

On a side note, the twins end up very very close to their oldest brothers because of this. It’s why they decide to go to Beleriand: their brothers, their primary caregivers, are all going. So they are too. They don’t know their mother well enough to stay.

Disclaimer: I adore Nerdanel and think she’s absolutely brilliant. You have to have some guts to not only marry Fëanaro Curufinwë, but then stick to your guns and refuse to follow him. And successfully wrangle seven very skilled, very opinionated sons. She’s the best and was no doubt an amazing mother, but the way things turned out just didn’t work in anyone’s favour.

Also to still be known as ‘the wise’ after marrying Fëanor and everything he did? Insane.

Fëanor was also a great father ok. At least until Morgoth really got in his head towards the end of their time in Aman. There’s a reason all his kids followed him to Beleriand.

[storytowrite]

|Between us ~ Han Jisung|

Paring: Han Jisung x Y/N

Genre: angst, fluff

Warnings: panic attack, 18+, drunk, knife, overprotective, scary prank, insistence

Word Count: 8065

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For as long as you could remember, Han had been a constant in your life. Your older brother's best friend, Chan, has been at your house almost every day. But to you, he wasn't just your brother's friend - Han was someone who made your heart beat faster and your thoughts wander to fantasies that couldn't see the light of day.

You couldn't stop thinking about him. Every time he came home, it was a special opportunity for you to look your best. You carefully chose your clothes, did your hair, and took care of every detail of your appearance as if your life depended on it. Every day, you hoped that he would finally pay attention to you, that maybe he would notice you in a different way than as his friend's little sister.

But Han seemed completely unaware of your feelings. He joked with you, ruffled your hair, and smiled in that disarming way that warmed and broke your heart at the same time. Whenever you tried to get close to him, your brother would immediately react, banishing you to your room or taking Han to his, as if they couldn't talk freely in your presence.

It was frustrating that everyone around you was aware of your feelings - everyone, except for the two most important people. Your brother, although usually smart and observant, remained blind to what was happening right under his nose. Han, on the other hand... Well, maybe he was just too absorbed in his own affairs to notice your timid attempts to gain his attention.

Every day you tried to be close, hoping that maybe something would change. When Han laughed at your jokes, when he asked about your affairs, or even when your eyes met by chance - each of these moments was like a small spark of hope for you. However, every time your brother stepped in to "protect" his friend from your attempts to make contact, that spark faded, leaving you disappointed.

You were sitting comfortably on the couch in the living room, with a loose bun on your head, in sweatpants, in which you usually spent time at home. Suddenly, you heard the front door open, but you didn't react, because at this hour your brother was coming home.

"Hi Y/n." You heard a familiar voice from behind you, which made your heart jump into your throat.

It was Han. You didn't expect him, and in the state you were in, you were in no way ready for a meeting. Your hair tied up quickly, sweatpants - all of this seemed unimaginably inappropriate now. Terrified, you decided to immediately escape from the room to avoid this awkward situation.

However, your clumsiness made itself known. When you tried to escape, you accidentally hit your leg on the edge of the table. Pain shot through your leg, and you fell to the ground, pressing your hand to the sore spot. At that moment, Chan burst out laughing. For him the whole situation was incredibly funny, but for you - humiliating. Lying on the floor, you tried to hide your face in your hands, but Han had already approached you, visibly worried.

"Is everything okay?" He asked with concern in his voice, crouching down next to you.

That was the moment when you realized that you could take advantage of this situation. With a grimace on your face, you tried to get up from the ground, but you pretended that your leg hurt so much that you were unable to. Han immediately decided to help you. His hands gently supported you as you tried to stand on your feet. However, despite his help, you pretended that every step was a challenge for you. When you stood in front of the stairs, you grabbed your leg and moaned quietly.

Without thinking, Han lifted you into his arms. Your heart began to beat faster and your cheeks flushed. Chan rolled his eyes, clearly disgusted by the whole situation, but Han ignored him. You were in his arms, and the feeling was so wonderful that you stopped caring about your brother. You snuggled up to his chest, absorbing the warmth of his body and the scent that emanated from him. You couldn't believe that this was actually happening - Han was carrying you up the stairs like you were the most precious treasure.

When you reached your room, Han gently laid you on the bed. You could still see the concern in his eyes, although he didn't say a word. Without unnecessary comments, he turned and left to join Chan and watch the game with him.

You lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling and trying to gather your thoughts. Your heart was beating like crazy, and a smile didn't leave your face. You felt like you were in seventh heaven - Han, your silent object of sighs, carried you in his arms to your room. It was like a dream you didn't want to wake up from.

You didn't leave your room for the rest of the afternoon, still reliving the situation that had recently happened. You closed your eyes and tried to recall the image of Han carrying you, his scent, his strong arms. Every time you couldn't stop your quiet whimps, and when they were too loud you covered your mouth with a pillow.

Finally, when it got dark you left your room to get a snack. In the kitchen however you found Han again, who along with your brother were also eating something. Before they could notice you you went back to your room, changed into better clothes and combed your hair. Only then did you go down to the kitchen, where the boys were still sitting.

"Hey Han I thought you only came for the game." You said reaching for a glass.

Chan looked at you with surprise when he noticed that you had changed.

"Well that's how it was supposed to be but we decided that I’m staying the night. I hope you don't mind." Jisung smiled at you gallantly.

"She has nothing to say. " Your brother replied before you could say anything, you just looked at him with anger. Lightning flashed from your eyes.

"No, Han, of course I have no problem with that. " You replied, leaning on the counter. You graced him incredibly but you couldn't help but fall head over heels in love with him.

"Okay Jisung let's go, after all, a horror movie marathon won't watch itself. " Chris said, taking the popcorn out of the microwave.

When you heard that the boys would be watching, an idea for the next hours spent with Han was born in your head. However, the thought of horror movies scared you a little, because you were a terrible coward.

You grabbed something to eat and went to your room. You had to think about all the pros and cons of watching horror movies with the boys. A big plus was the fact that it was the perfect idea for cuddling up to Jisung. After all, who would say no to a scared little Y/n. You took a few deep breaths and decided to go downstairs to the boys.

Just when the first disturbing sounds from the screen started to fill the room, you joined them, sitting down next to Jisung. Your brother was very surprised by your appearance but didn't say anything, going back to watching the movie.

You were nervous from the beginning, and every rustle or sudden appearance of something on the screen gave you shivers. During the first minutes of the movie, you started covering your eyes with your hands, cowering on the couch. Han and Chan, seeing your terror, started to laugh at your reactions. With irritation and fear, you snuggled up to Han, or grabbed his hand, as if you were looking for shelter from the nightmares on the screen. Han, at first was surprised by your reaction, later he didn't mind it - he even felt a little proud that it was his presence that could calm you down.

After the first movie was over, it was already dark outside the window, and the only source of light was a street lamp and the TV screen. You were terrified, even though you watched half of the movie through your fingers. Chan, as your older brother, came up with an idea to scare you even more. They discussed the plan with Han in whispers and decided to put it into action.

"I'm going to get some new popcorn." Chan said, getting up from the couch.

"I'll quickly go to the toilet and be right back." Han added, also getting up from the couch.

You were left alone in the room, hidden under a blanket, you were glad that the boys had left the light on for you.

Minutes passed. The room was filled with quiet, blood-curdling sounds coming from the TV. Time seemed to pass slower and slower, and you began to feel more and more uncomfortable. You called out to the boys once, then twice, but no one answered. The silence that fell on the house was strangely thick, as if an invisible horror hung in the air.

A few more minutes passed, and the tension grew. You felt your heart start to beat faster and faster. Suddenly, the light went out. Darkness filled the room, and low, ominous sounds were still coming from the TV screen. You felt cold shivers run down your spine, and every second in the darkness seemed like an eternity.

"Han? Chan? Guys?" You called out louder, this time with a clear tremor in your voice, but the only response was silence.

Suddenly, something outside the window caught your eye. On the other side of the glass, against the faint light of the street lamp, a hooded figure appeared. It stood still, its face hidden in shadow, only its silhouette clearly outlined in the semidarkness. You felt your heart jump into your throat, your hands shaking as you instinctively grabbed the corner of the blanket, wanting to cover yourself as much as possible.

The hooded figure slowly raised his hand, and you could have sworn you saw something glinting in his hand - maybe a knife? Or something even worse? In an instant, without warning, the figure lunged forward and smashed hard into the window. The loud impact rang out like a gunshot, and the glass shook. You screamed loudly, jumping away from the window, your heart beating like crazy.

Han, standing outside the window, took off his hood and began to laugh, looking at your terrified face. Chan reappeared in the room, laughing along with Han, pleased with the effect of their joke.

But then Han noticed something that worried him immediately. You didn't stop screaming, your screams filled the room, loud and horrible as if someone was hurting you. Your breathing became fast, shallow and chaotic. You could barely catch your breath between the terrified screams. You tried to back up, but your legs wouldn't obey you and your eyes seemed wide open, as if you couldn't see what was happening around you anymore. Tears were streaming down your face, flooding your throat. Panic was growing, and your body began to shake as if you were frozen to the bone.

Han stopped laughing immediately.

"Y/n! It's me! Han!" He shouted so you could hear him through the glass, but his words didn't seem to reach you.

When he saw you starting to slide to the floor, he paled.

"Shit, I think we overdid it!" He said, feeling panic rising inside him. He rushed to the door, running into the house.

In the room, Chan was still laughing, although more nervously, looking at your face.

"What, coward? Were you really that scared?" He threw, but uncertainty appeared in his voice. When Han ran into the room and saw you in such a state, his heart sank.

"Y/n, it's just a joke... Are you okay, can you hear me?" He said with a trembling voice, trying to approach you, but your breathing was getting more and more uneven, and your eyes were clouded with fear. Seeing your reaction, Chan stopped laughing.

"Hey, we're sorry, really! We didn't mean to scare you that much..." Your brother continued with a growing sense of guilt and fear that something might happen to you.

When Han touched you, he felt your cold skin. He decided to hug you tightly, trying to warm up your icy body, feeling you shiver in his arms.

"Calm down, we're here, it's just us... everything's okay." He whispered soothingly, although he himself felt his heart beating with anxiety.

You looked like you were suffocating and about to faint. Chan, your brother, went to get another blanket to cover you, and Han didn't leave your side for a moment. He kept rocking you soothingly, not letting you out of his embrace.

"Calm down Y/n, it's just me, you have nothing to be afraid of. I would never hurt you. Shh, my sunshine. I won't leave you, try to calm down. Take a deep breath, please... Fuck Y/n, breathe." He was really scared and didn't know what to do.

Despite everything, he didn't stop talking to you and calming you down. His words barely reached you, but his soothing tone and his closeness slowly started to calm you down. After a while, you started to catch your breath, although you were still terrified.

"Okay Y/n, calm down, everything's okay. We're here for you." He continued, gently stroking your head.

Your breathing evened out, and the tears stopped falling. With each passing minute it was getting better and better, and you were getting back to normal. Despite this, Han didn't stop taking care of you, he didn't let go of you the whole time. His hands only left your body when you got up from the floor on your own. Both boys had a huge sense of guilt in their eyes as they looked at you wrapped in a thick blanket.

"That...That wasn't funny." You finally managed to squeeze a few words out of your throat.

"We know Y/n and we're sorry." Chan said, approaching you, but you moved away from him slightly, offended by this mean joke.

"We really feel bad...I'm sorry." Han added, lowering his gaze as if he couldn't look at the sky now, because the feeling of shame was too big.

"Idiots..." You threw, leaving the room.

You went to your bedroom and immediately laid down in your bed. You had had enough emotions for one night. Even though you looked calm on the outside, your heart was still pounding inside. You covered yourself with the blanket and closed your eyes, but as soon as you closed them, you opened them again, and your breathing quickened again. You saw the situation that had happened a moment ago again, but instead of Han, a strange man was standing outside your window.

You turned on the light, covered yourself with the blanket and curled up tightly into a ball. You don't know when, but tears started rolling down your cheeks again. You were sobbing like a scared little dog. It was loud enough for your brother and Han to hear, because they quickly ran into your room, almost tripping over themselves.

"Y/n, is something wrong?" Han asked, coming closer. You could hear the concern in his voice.

You wiped your tears, but your hands were still shaking.

"I can't sleep... I'm scared." You replied, looking at them with fear. "Will you stay with me?" You added after a moment, your voice almost pleading.

They both looked at each other and then at you. Their faces expressed understanding. Han sat down on the chair next to the bed, and Chan went to the kitchen to make you some hot cocoa. He always knew how to calm you down - your favorite cocoa with whipped cream and marshmallows.

For a moment, the room was silent, broken only by your heavy breathing. Han was silent, not knowing what to say, but his presence was enough comfort for you. You finally broke the silence. 

“Han…” You caught his attention. “Can I cuddle you?” You asked quietly, pushing your lower lip forward in a gesture that was supposed to express your uncertainty.

Han, confused at first, nodded. He knew that it was because of him that you felt so scared now – the situation that had just happened was more dramatic than he had initially expected. He nodded for you to make room for him on the bed, and then he laid down next to you, wrapping his arm around you gently.

You snuggled into his chest, feeling his beating heart soothe your nerves. You slowly began to calm down, your breathing slowing down, and your eyelids getting heavier and heavier. The warmth of his body enveloped you like a warm blanket, and his heartbeat was like a lullaby. After a moment, you fell into a deep sleep, leaving all your fears behind.

Chan returned with cocoa and stood in the doorway, seeing the two of you hugged. His face clouded with dissatisfaction. He was about to shout to separate you, but Han signaled him to be quiet. Chan could barely contain his irritation, put his mug on the desk, and then came closer to communicate with Han in a quiet whisper.

“Will you stay here?” He asked in a low voice.

Han nodded, his gaze still on you.

“Yes, I will. I don’t want her to get scared if she wakes up alone at night. It’s our fault that she’s scared.” He answered with complete seriousness.

Chan sighed, not satisfied, but turned off the light as Han asked. Then he sat down on the armchair in the corner of the room, ready to watch for the rest of the night. Despite everything, he wasn’t going to let anything scare you again. He didn’t want to see more tears on your cheeks. Minutes, maybe hours, passed, and you all fell asleep.

As dawn slowly began to creep through the curtains, Han opened his eyes and looked at you. You were still sleeping peacefully, your face nestled against his chest. He smiled slightly at how innocent you looked. Chan, curled up in the armchair, was also asleep, and there was no trace of worry on his face.

Han looked at you once more, hesitating for a moment, unable to resist gently, as if on instinct, running his finger over your cheek. Your skin was soft, warm, and you seemed so vulnerable and calm. You were so... adorable. Han felt something he couldn't quite define - a mixture of delight and fear of what could happen if this lasted any longer. His heart began to beat faster, and his thoughts began to race. Suddenly, a sound from the other side of the room tore him from his thoughts. Chan, your brother, had just opened his eyes. His face immediately took on an expression of displeasure when he saw you together.

Seeing Chan's face, Han quickly removed his hand from your cheek, waking you up. You rubbed your eyes lazily, trying to wake up.

"Great, you're awake, now get your hands off Han." Chan growled, firmly.

Before you could answer, Chan gently but firmly pushed you away from Han, then grabbed his hand.

“Han has to go, now.” He added, pulling Han out of bed and pushing him towards the door. Han didn’t even have time to respond before the door slammed shut in his face.

You, on the other hand, sat on the bed for a moment, confused and trying to understand what had just happened. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and a smile slowly appeared on your face as you realized that you had spent the entire night cuddled up to Han. In that moment, you felt a wave of excitement rush through your body. You squealed loudly, almost like a teenager, and began to squirm in place with joy. You couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across your face. You were happy, very happy, you knew that you had to use this wonderful night to win Jisung over. After all, you should tell him your feelings.

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A week had passed since that situation, everything had returned to normal. The boys were still hanging out, and Han was once again ignoring you. You had tried to talk to him many times and confess your feelings to him, but your brother had always interrupted you.

Today, as usual, Jisung spent time with Chan. They were both sitting in your brother's room and playing on the console. However, you couldn't fully use this time, because you had to get ready for your friend's birthday party. There were going to be a lot of people there, so you had to look great.

You took a bath and started getting ready, so you were ready in less than two hours. Your dress was stunning - a deep shade of burgundy that perfectly matched your complexion. The delicate material fell softly on your figure, emphasizing your slender waist and gently flowing around your hips, ending just above your knees. Thin, shiny straps clung to your shoulders, and low-cut neckline added a dash of feisty edge to the whole look. Your hair, carefully styled, gently waved down your back, gleaming in the light of the lamp on your dressing table. You drew your lips in a strong shade of red that matched your dress, and your eyes were highlighted with a line of black eyeliner that brought out the depth of your gaze.

When you were ready, you headed to your brother's room. You had to ask him if he would agree to pick you up from the party. The door to the room was slightly ajar, and you could hear a familiar laugh from behind it. You entered without hesitation, immediately noticing Chan sitting at the computer, and Han next to him. Both were engrossed in the game, their faces illuminated only by the cool light of the monitor.

Han looked up first and immediately froze, as if he couldn't believe what he saw. His dark eyes widened in admiration, and an unconscious smile appeared on his face. His gaze swept over you from head to toe, as if he was trying to memorize every detail. You felt your heart beat faster at his reaction. That was what you wanted, you were supposed to attract attention.

“Chan, will you pick me up from Lisa’s today?” You asked confidently, knowing that your brother always agreed.

“At two o’clock and not a minute longer.” He replied without even taking his eyes off the screen.

You scowled, biting your lip slightly, and looked at Han, who was still staring at you. For a moment, you wanted to ask him something trivial, something that would break the silence. But before you could say anything, the sound of the doorbell interrupted your thoughts.

“It must be Yeji.” You said quickly, turning on your heel and heading towards the exit.

But before you closed the door, you threw one more look at Han, who was still looking at you with the same expression on his face, as if he still couldn't believe what he was seeing. You smiled slightly to yourself, feeling a strange satisfaction, and ran downstairs, where your friend was already waiting for you.

The party was in full swing, and the music was blaring from the speakers. You looked around the living room, which was full of familiar and unfamiliar faces. You felt free and happy at the moment, enjoying the energy of the people around you.

A few unfamiliar guys who noticed you started approaching you, offering you drinks and trying to strike up a conversation. They were polite and smiling, but you dismissed them with a single look. None of them could compare to Han, and your heart was busy and closed to any other attempts at flirting.

"Come on Y/n, relax and have a drink with us." Lisa laughed, handing you a glass with a colorful drink.

She raised an eyebrow, but you took the drink and took the first sip. You felt the tart taste of alcohol on your tongue and knew perfectly well that this was just the beginning of a great party. With each passing minute the atmosphere became more relaxed. Alcohol flowed through your veins, and the laughter of Lisa and other friends became louder and louder. You felt yourself slowly losing control of your body, but you still laughed and had fun, letting yourself be carried away by the moment.

In the meantime, the party moved outside, where the air was cooler. Music was blaring from the speakers set up on the terrace, and people were dancing in the glow of twinkling lights. You danced with Lisa, feeling how every move brought you incredible joy. Everything seemed perfect until a few guys approached you, who were clearly looking for some fun.

"Hello, beautiful girls. Maybe I can show you what a good time means." One of them said, smiling widely.

Lisa of course agreed, but you didn't know any of them so you had no intention of playing their little games.

“I'll let it go.” You said after you had carefully checked them out.

Unfortunately, one of them wasn't going to give up so easily. He was pushy and seeing that you were heavily intoxicated with alcohol, he decided to take advantage of it.

“Don't be like that. I'm sure you'll like it. I'll show you what real pleasure means.” He pressed, grabbing your hips.

You tried to walk away, constantly slapping his hands away, but the boy followed you. His hand tightened on your wrist as you walked away from him a little further.

“Leave me alone!” You shouted, hoping that someone from the party would help you, but everyone was too absorbed in the fun.

You didn't even have the strength to fight and defend yourself, the alcohol made you weaker than usual. The boy was very irritated by your stubbornness and became more aggressive. His hand tightened on your wrist and he pulled you closer to him.

“Come on, I know you want to have fun.” He hissed through clenched teeth, leaning over you.

You closed your eyes in fear, but suddenly you felt the pressure on your wrist disappear. When you opened your eyes again, you saw Han standing in front of you, and the unknown boy lying on the ground holding his cheek.

"Didn't you hear that she doesn't like it?" Han said, his voice stern.

The stranger looked at Han as if he wanted to object, but seeing his clenched fists, he immediately withdrew. Before the boy could get up, Jisung grabbed your hand and led you to the car. Jisung was very nervous, because he firmly put you in the passenger seat and fastened your seatbelt. Then he got in the car himself.

"Why didn't Chan come pick me up?" You asked, trying to focus on his face.

"Your brother drank as much as you did, so I came to pick you up. And I think I was perfectly on time." Han replied, his voice became soft, he looked at you one last time, wanting to make sure you were safe and sound and he drove home.

After a moment of travel, you felt a huge wave of warmth take over your body. Your heart sped up as did your breathing. You looked at Han and bit your lip - driving the car with slightly tousled hair he looked amazing. You felt a huge desire for him, you wanted to have him all to yourself.

Without taking your eyes off him, you reached out your hand towards him and placed it on his crotch. Han was very surprised by your behavior.

"I feel like I want to play a little more." You said, squeezing his penis through the material of his pants.

Han quickly pushed your hand away and pulled over to the side of the road.

"What are you doing Y/n?" He asked surprised, but you didn't answer and unbuckled your seatbelt, rising in the seat.

You grabbed his hand and before he could react, you placed it on your bare chest. The large neckline of your dress made things much easier, because all you had to do was lean over too much and both of your breasts were visible.

“Can you feel my heart beating at the sight of you?” You said, guiding his hand so he squeezed your breast. “That's what you do to me.” You added, but Han quickly removed his hand.

“Calm down Y/n, you're not yourself.” He tried to control you somehow, but you didn't stop insisting.

You moved to his seat and knelt astride him, which made your dress reveal your breasts. Han fought with himself not to look lower, his surprised gaze was fixed on your eyes. He didn't touch you, his hands lay idly along his body, while you threw yours around his neck.

You looked at each other in silence, no one dared to make another move. You carefully analyzed every millimeter of Han's face - you had never been this close. Time slowed down for you, you relished every second, every breath, every blink. Finally you decided to take one step further, you moved closer to Han with the intention of kissing him. However, the boy's hand appeared between your lips, covering them. "You're completely drunk, when you sober up you'll regret this." He said, moving you to the passenger seat and fastening your seatbelt again.

As soon as you sat back down in the passenger seat, your energy immediately dropped and before you could say anything, you fell asleep. Seeing you in such state, Jisung covered you with his sweatshirt and headed back towards your house. He tried to stay calm but his heart was pounding like crazy. He knew that you were drunk enough that you wouldn't remember this event, but the bigger problem was your brother, to whom Han decided not to tell anything about what happened in the car.

In the morning, you were woken up by the sunlight that was streaming into your room. You were immediately hit by a huge pain that was pulsating in your head. You definitely had a hangover and a serious one at that, you didn't even remember what happened yesterday at the party. Just the thought of how much alcohol you had to drink to be in such state made you feel sick.

You reluctantly dragged yourself out of bed and went to the kitchen for a glass of cold water that was supposed to quench your thirst. The boys were already sitting downstairs, laughing and eating a delicious breakfast. When they noticed your arrival, Chan got up and brought you freshly made pancakes and a glass full of electrolytes from the kitchen.

"I think you might need them." He said, sneering.

You didn't say anything, just mumbled quietly under your breath, having absolutely no energy for anything else right now. You sat down at the table and started eating breakfast, massaging your aching temples. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't remember last night.

"You must have had a good time, because Han had to carry you home." Chan said rudely.

You looked with wide eyes at Jisung, who just laughed under his breath.

"You weren't much better either." He laughed at Chan, who nudged him lightly.

You, on the other hand, blushed red. You couldn't remember the fact that Han saw you in such a miserable state, drunk to the point that you couldn't stand on your own feet. You quickly ate and drank everything that was in front of you and ran to your room, hiding your face in the pillows.

"How were you supposed to confess your feelings to Han after something like that? Will he accept you after something like that?" A lot of thoughts flew through your head, thoughts whose main topic was Han.

For the next few days, you felt terribly embarrassed to show yourself in front of your crush. You tried not to leave your room when he came to your house. You had to sort everything out in your head. Finally, one day, you decided to pull yourself together and confess your feelings to him. You couldn't hold it in any longer, it was overwhelming you too much, you had to at least try.

You sat in the living room, nervously clenching your fingers around the edges of your favorite dress. You had been waiting for this moment for a few years. A few years of secret glances, laughter hidden behind friendly jokes and moments full of hope that became more and more unbearable with each passing day.

When you heard the key turning in the lock, your heart started beating like crazy. Chan and Han entered the house, laughing and full of energy after the match. They barely noticed your presence as they passed you, so absorbed in the memories of the match. You waited patiently, giving them time to calm down. You tried to calm your thoughts, but the longer you waited, the more it felt like your heart was about to jump out of your chest.

Finally, Chan announced that he was going to take a shower, leaving you alone in the kitchen. You felt that this was the perfect time. You gathered the last of your courage and approached Han. You started the conversation by asking about the match - you wanted to buy some time. Han spoke passionately, his face lit up with mirth, but you could barely hear his words. When he asked what had been going on with you lately, because he noticed that I rarely saw you, you felt a warmth flood your face. You felt that you had to act now or never.

"Han, I have to tell you something," You blurted out before fear could take over.

Han fell silent and looked at you with interest, his face turning serious. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your shaking hands.

"I've liked you for years and I can't hide it anymore. I love you." The words spilled out of your mouth faster than you expected, almost merging into one sentence.

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A look of pure surprise appeared on Han's face. He looked at you with wide eyes, and you had the impression that time had stood still. He was silent, as if someone had stolen his tongue, and in his eyes you saw something between shock and confusion. The tension in the air grew with every second, until you finally couldn't hold it in any longer. You took a step forward, throwing your arms around his neck. You wanted to feel his closeness, to break this uncertainty.

For a moment Han stood still, but his eyes never left yours. Your heart was beating so loudly that you had the impression that the whole world could hear it. Finally, you felt his hands wrap around your waist, gently, hesitantly. You approached him, slowly closing your eyes, ready to connect your lips in the first, long-awaited kiss.

But then... Something wet and heavy landed on your head. Surprised, you opened your eyes and saw a wet towel that had just fallen on your face. Jisung quickly let go of your waist, and you felt anger rise inside you like a wave. You ripped the towel off your head with rage. Your heart was beating like crazy, and the blood was roaring in your ears, when suddenly, without warning, Chan lunged at Han with his fists. His scream echoed off the walls, penetrating you to the marrow of your bones.

"You have to get away from her!" He yelled, his face twisted with anger. "This is the end of our friendship! Get out of here and never show up in my house again!"

You tried to step in, to stop your brother, but Chan was crazy. His eyes were burning, and his voice was sharp as a knife. He didn't listen to you, he didn't look at you. With determination, he grabbed Han by the arm and literally threw him out the door, slamming it so hard that the walls shook.

As soon as the door closed, Chan turned to you. He was pissed, his breathing was rapid and his gaze full of accusations.

"I'm disappointed in you!" He blurted out, his voice full of anger. "You have no right to get close to him! You're too young for love, you don't even know what it means!"

You felt his words hit you like fists. Anger, disappointment, pain - everything mixed inside you into one big chaos.

"You don't understand anything, I love him!" You screamed, your words shaking with emotion but decisive. "I'm not a child anymore and I can do whatever I want!"

His face turned red and his jaw clenched even tighter. Your protests only fueled his anger.

"Go to your room and think about your behavior!" He growled, pointing his finger at the stairs.

"You're not my father so don't order me around... I hate you!" You screamed, feeling tears welling up in your eyes. You turned on your heel and ran to your room, slamming the door. You locked it and then collapsed onto your bed, choking on your tears.

Your shoulders were shaking and your emotions were swirling inside you, creating a storm you couldn't control. You could hear Chan pacing behind the door for a moment, but eventually everything quieted down. You were left alone with your anger, your wounded heart, and your pain.

Days passed, and you didn't want to leave your room, to avoid meeting Chan. Your brother had become almost a stranger to you after what had happened. You still remembered that evening - what he had said, how he had reacted to Han. Ever since you had argued that day, you had avoided him like the plague. Every time you felt the need to leave the house, you would escape through the window, feeling your heart speed up with every step outside. Chan had tried to reach you several times, asking you to come out, talking through the door, but you were adamant.

What's worse, Han had disappeared since that day. He hadn't even once shown up at your house, hadn't called you or Chan. The silence that reigned between you seemed to grow thicker with each passing day, and your heart ached more and more. You were afraid that everything was gone - your friendship, the hopes that had begun to sprout in your heart.

One day, unable to stay locked up any longer, you decided to go for a walk. The air outside was refreshing, and the warm rays of the setting sun caressed your face. You felt relieved, as if you had momentarily freed yourself from the burden you had been carrying for so long. You walked along the park, staring into the distance, where the sun was slowly hiding behind the horizon, spreading pink and orange streaks across the sky.

Suddenly, you heard your name. You turned around sharply, and your heart began to beat faster. Han was running towards you, looking nervous, but you saw something else in his eyes - determination.

"Hey." He said as he finally caught up with you, breathing heavily. “I’m sorry I was silent for so long. I had to sort everything out. Can we talk?”

You stood still, your heart pounding like crazy in your chest. What you had been holding in for days suddenly burst out. Tears welled up in your eyes and your voice began to tremble.

“Han…” You started, but before you could control yourself, the words spilled out of your mouth. “I’ll get over you. I promise. These feelings, they’re only temporary. I swear I’ll get over you. Just please... don’t leave me.”

You were shaken, too lost in your emotions to understand what you had just said. Han looked at you, his face expressionless for a moment. Like he was fighting something he couldn’t come to terms with. Finally, he took a step forward and gently grabbed your hand.

“Did you ever think that maybe I don’t want you getting over me? What if I don’t want these feelings to be only temporary?” His voice was quiet but firm. “That maybe I like you too?”

You froze. His words pierced through all your doubts, through all the pain you carried in your heart. You looked into his eyes, searching for answers in them, trying to understand if what you had just heard was true. His gaze was sincere, warm, full of hope. Han really felt it. Your heart was beating even faster now, you couldn’t find the words.

“Han... “ You whispered, not knowing what to say.

“I know Chan is against it.” He started again, taking another step towards you. His hand moved to your waist, and you felt how close he was. “But I care about you. About us.”

He didn’t give you time to answer. His lips gently touched yours, and in that kiss you felt everything – unspoken words, suppressed feelings, all his struggle and doubts that were now melting in the face of what he felt for you. The kiss was tender, as if he wanted you to understand that this wasn't just temporary. These weren't just passing emotions.

When he finally pulled away, your heart was still pounding, and your head was in chaos. You felt lost and certain at the same time. You knew that everything would change now.

"Han...I...I don't know what to say." You blurted out, lightly touching your lips, still not believing what had just happened.

"You don't have to say anything Y/n. I love you and I want to be with you." His voice was exceptionally calm, so you knew he wasn't lying.

You smiled at him and snuggled tightly into his chest. His heart was beating just as fast as yours. You both immersed yourself in this wonderful moment, snuggled up to each other. Nothing else mattered now except you. Your dream had come true, you were together. Only after a moment, when the first emotions had subsided, did you realize one small obstacle - your brother.

"Han." You tore the boy out of this wonderful moment. “What about Chan? What will we do if he finds out we’re together? You saw how he reacted to that situation, and then nothing even happened between us.” You were worried, a big complication that awaited you.

“We’ll handle it calmly. Let him calm down and in the meantime let’s hide, and when the right moment comes we’ll tell him about us.” Han assured you, stroking your cheek.

His words and touch made the weight fall off your heart and you stopped being so nervous. The love of your life confessed his feelings to you and that was what mattered now, nothing else, and you’ll get through any difficulties together.

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For the past few months, your life had picked up pace, although you still carefully hid it from your brother. The relationship with Han, which you had started to build in secret, was becoming more and more intense, and at the same time it gave you indescribable joy. It was more than just a crush - every moment spent together was special, full of laughter, closeness and warmth that filled your heart. The changes that had taken place in you were unmistakable, even Chan had begun to notice them. 

Han was like a ray of sunshine that brightened your everyday life, giving you the courage to be yourself. You stopped avoiding your brother, and your relationship, although still complicated, began to improve. Chan was surprised that you had suddenly become more open, and even started talking to him again. His suspicion grew with each passing day, but he didn't press, waiting for you to reveal what had caused this sudden metamorphosis. 

One day, when the sky was covered with gray clouds, Han invited you over, not wanting the weather to ruin another day. You used it as an opportunity to dress up, and the dress you chose gave you confidence. Chan noticed your efforts. Just as you were about to leave, your brother stopped you in the hallway.

"Where did you get all dressed up?" He asked suspiciously, glancing at your outfit.

"For a friend's birthday." You answered, feeling a lie slip through your lips and your heart beating faster. You quickly slipped out of the house before Chan could add anything.

At Han's, an evening full of peace and tenderness awaited you. You ordered food, and then you prepared dessert together, which you ate while watching a movie. Everything seemed so perfect, and the atmosphere between you carried the promise of something more. Your innocent kisses turned into something more intense, passionate. It was the first time you had experienced such closeness, and you were delighted with every moment.

“Stay for tonight.” Han suggested, and you agreed without hesitation.

You quickly texted Chan that you were staying at a friend's so he wouldn't have to worry. When you went to take a bath, Han handed you his shirt to use as pajamas. It was the kind of intimacy that gave you a sense of security and closeness that you had never experienced before. You fell asleep cuddled up to each other, and you couldn't stop smiling, feeling that you had never been happier.

The next day, Chan, as suspicious as always, asked you about the details of the previous evening, but you were clever. You answered evasively, brushing off his questions.

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A few days later, Han invited you to a restaurant, you dressed carefully again, feeling that this evening would be special. This time, Chan decided to follow you. He felt like you were hiding something from him, and he wanted to find out what it was. When Chan saw you with Han at the restaurant, his first instinct was to get angry. He was about to run inside and make a scene when he saw something that surprised him. You looked really happy. You were smiling in a way he hadn't seen in a long time. At that moment, he realized that maybe his overprotectiveness was over the top.

Inside the restaurant, Han handed you a present - a beautiful, delicate necklace. He gently placed it around your neck and then placed a tender kiss on your lips. You were touched, you had never received such a beautiful gift before. Watching you from afar, Chan realized that Han really cared about you.

That evening, as you were walking home, you decided that it was high time to tell Chan about your relationship. Entering the house, you squeezed Han's hand tightly, trying to give yourself courage.

"Chan, I have to tell you something…" You began, seeing that your brother had turned his attention to you. "I've been with Han for a while now. We want you to know that." You confessed with a trembling voice.

Han, seeing your uncertainty, put his arm around you and added,

"I know how important Y/N is to you, Chan. I can assure you that I will take care of her. I love her and I will always be there for her. I promise."

For a moment, Chan was silent, his face showing no emotion. After a moment, however, to your surprise, he smiled slightly.

"I know you're together." He finally said. "Y/N looks happy. I know I'm overprotective, but... she's my little sister. I want to protect her. But I can see she's found someone who's more important to her than me. I have to accept that." He looked at Han with determination. "But remember, I've got my eye on you. If you hurt her, you'll have to deal with me."

A weight lifted from your hearts. You smiled at each other with relief, and Han and Chan patted each other's backs, as if they were going back to old times. 

From that day on, you didn't have to hide anything anymore. Everything was the same, well almost everything. Han often dropped by your house, and your relationship blossomed. You had never felt happier, you had the two most important people by your side, and everything was going well.

Masterlist

[ladysomething]

The amount of lestappen content we've gotten lately is amazing!

I've reread wygig like 4 times now I love it so much

Any chance of another snippet before Wednesday????

are you ... not sick of wygig? I did not realise it had that level of re-readability. but I'm delighted that it does!!

probably no more snippets .... I think ...

oh actually!!!

I started dicking around with a random concept after seeing @hotmandrivefast's recent fan art of lestappen kissing during Max's stream, so you can have everything I've written from that so far.

ridiculous vibes as is becoming my brand when I'm not writing wygig lol.

The problem, Charles thinks, is that he and Max have been together too long. 

A secondary, equally alarming problem, is that Charles has also clearly let Max have too much sex with him. The novelty has worn off. 

He’s boring. 

And how exactly has Charles come to these conclusions? 

Because he is laid out on the bed of their hotel room, shirtless, and Max is just . . . ignoring him. For his games. 

His computer is propped up on the bed, and he’s sitting on the floor, frantically poking at his controller and shouting in dismay. 

Charles frowns at him. 

Maybe he needs to break up with Max, just for like five minutes, so that Max appreciates him more. It’s slightly drastic, maybe, but there is literally nothing wrong with the way Charles looks. Actually, he gets endless compliments on his body and face. 

He is so fuckable. 

He’s so fuckable it’s like a selling point. 

So why is staring at his loser boyfriend, pointedly not being fucked right now? 

It’s atrocious. It’s terrible. It’s a state of affairs that Charles finds, frankly, unacceptable. 

He gets up on his knees, crawling over to kneel behind Max’s computer, and then pokes his lip out into a pout. 

Max, like, barely glances up at him, gaze lingering on his bare chest for only a few seconds instead of the usual ten, and then he looks back down to his game, groaning loudly. 

“Yeah, I know,” he grunts into his microphone. “Sorry—got distracted for a second. Yeah, I know.” 

Charles frowns, which quickly turns into a pout again. He taps the top of Max’s laptop pointedly, and mouths, “Max.” 

Max flicks his eyes up to him again, then says, “Guys, once second.” 

He lifts his hands to the headset, presses whatever buttons he needs to press, then pushes the mic away from his mouth. 

“Everything okay?” he asks, not anywhere near concernedly enough for Charles. 

Charles blinks, thrown off by Max not immediately devouring him. 

“I want to cum,” he announces, deciding that a no nonsense approach will work best. 

Max stares at him, clearly perplexed, and then says, “Okay?” 

Charles huffs. There is something seriously wrong here. Maybe he should revisit the idea of breaking up with Max for a few minutes. 

“So?” Charles asks pointedly. 

“So . . . what? You don’t need my permission.” 

Max is an idiot. No, maybe Charles is an idiot, for falling in love with an idiot. 

He retreats to the bathroom to lick his wounds and stroke his humbled ego, but he doesn’t cum. 

He has way more pride than that. 

The next problem Charles encounters is that now he’s come to see the original problem, he sees it everywhere. 

He texts Max to ask him on a date on Wednesday, and Max says he’s busy, sends a love heart emoji, and then an hour later Charles gets a notification saying that a Redline stream has started. So what if he always streams on a Wednesday? Surely one time he could skip it. 

He surprises Max by coming around, bringing Max’s favourite take out for lunch and a brand new toy for the cats to keep them distracted while they have sex, but Max says he can’t hang out that day because he’s in the middle of a stream. So what if the stream is for charity? Charles is still banished to the lounge to eat and play with the cats alone. 

He shows up for their breakfast date, ready to burn the eggs and bake a doughy croissant, but Max answers the door with an apologetic look saying that he’s got to spend a few hours in the sim. And so what if the RB20 sucks and he’s trying to hold onto his Championship lead? 

Charles has needs, goddammit. Vigorous needs that involve him regularly drooling into a pillow and being fucked so good he can’t see, or fucking Max until he cries and begs to be allowed to cum. He doesn’t really care which way it goes, as long as someone’s dick is up someone’s ass. 

And they have a healthy sex life. They have a great sex life, based on the way their friends judge them for being unable to keep their hands off each other, or the times they’ve been walked in on, or the way Max had to put a firm ban on sex during race weekends when Charles had been uncomfortable in the car one too many times. 

He just wants more. He wants so much more, all the time, he wants to sleep with Max’s dick inside him and he wants to have dinner while Max is kneeling and slowly sucking his cock, he wants to have a plug left in his ass so he’s ready for Max at any time and he wants to fill Max with so much cum it leaks out of him. 

He’s ravenous, hungry, a black hole of want, and he knows none of that is reasonable but he wants it anyway. 

Begrudgingly, he settles for sex when they can manage it, but right now they could manage it a whole lot more.

[mooniiify]

when we were young | wriothesley x reader

synopsis: their first years at the fortress of meropede were hard, but wriothesley will always find a way to take care of his girl word count: 1.2k cw: fem!reader, kinda angsty? fluff mostly, use of y/n, not proofread sorry folks notes: came to me at like 1 am last night, i'm so down bad for this man and i don't even have him in game sigh; also this is kinda the ‘what if’ version of another story that’s currently in the works hehe

She was used to the monotonous lifestyle at this point. Three years had passed since their sentencing. She could still remember as she stood next to Wriothesley in the Court of Fontaine, listening to Iudex Neuvillete announce to their seventeen-year-old selves they would be going to prison for killing their adoptive 'parents'. 

They weren't her parents. She'd only been with them for four years and never had she seen them as anything less than monsters. She wasn't sorry for taking their lives. Neither was Wriothesley. They were okay with the sentencing. 

Three years of living in banishment at the Fortress of Meropede, hundreths of meters underground, with no access to the outside world, yet she has never been happier. She liked the motonous lifestyle. She liked her job at the Fortress, she liked helping people, but most of all, she liked seeing Wriothesley at the end of the day. 

She still sometimes longed for the freedom the outside world provided, of course. But as of right now, her eyes kept glancing at the small clock on her desk, watching as the hands of the clock move seemingly slower with every minute. 

The infirmary has been mostly quiet the whole evening. She'd been stuck with the later shift, meaning she would spend most of her night waiting in case someone came in with an injury or sickness. She wasn't the only nurse, but she was the youngest, so the others always gave her the worst shifts. She couldn't complain, not when her social status was much lower. 

Her legs were crossed, the one on top swinging lightly. She let her head fall back, letting out a sigh. Was there seriously no one getting injured today? Usually there would be a lot, especially about this time. Those Pankration Ring people--

Footsteps echoed from outside right into the infirmary. Y/n stood up at that, making her way to the stairs. Just as she was about to go up to investigate, three people appeared in front of her. 

Her eyes widened as she watched two inmates basically drag Wriothesley into the infirmary, his head hanging, his messy hair covering his eyes. 

''Oh my Archons.'' Y/n immediately moved to the side, allowing the two men to walk down the stairs as safely as they cold. ''Come on, bring him to the bed.'' 

Wriothesley groaned as the two men laid him down on one of the beds, Y/n quickly moving to his side to inspect the damage. Other than a bruise, his face looked okay, but he was clutching his side. She moved to touch around his ribcage, eliciting a wince out of him when she pressed against his lower ribs. 

She looked at the two men. ''What the hell happened?''

''I'm fine,'' Wriothesley groaned from under her, holding her wrist with one of his hands. 

Y/n ignored him, waiting for the men to speak. ''It's Pankration night,'' one of them finally said. 

That was all the information she needed. Y/n sighed, running a hand through her hair. ''Thank you for bringing him. I can take it from here. Go and enjoy the rest of your evening.'' 

The two men left without another word. Y/n lifted her hands over Wriothesley's body, chanelling her Hydro powers. Small streams of water appeared above Wriothesley, which she slowly lowered to his chest and the bruise on his face. She looked at his face, watching as his expression relaxed gradually the more the water healed him. 

As soon as she felt that his pain was gone, she willed for the water to disappear. Her hands fell back to her sides as she watched Wriothesley sit up, dangling his legs over the bed. Their eyes met. He gave her one of his charming smiles. ''Thank you, darling.'' 

''What were you thinking?'' Y/n crossed her arms, watching as his grin fell, realizing he was, in fact, in trouble. ''Why were you fighting again? You know how much I hate seeing you hurt.''

Wriothesley chuckled. ''You should've seen the other guy. I won!''

''This isn't funny, Wriothesley.''

''No, not funny at all, darling.''

Y/n sighed, running a hand through her hair. ''Where's your Vision? Why didn't you use it to protect yourself?''

''I can't go against a normal person with a Vision, Y/n. I can't look like a sissy. Besides, it's not fair,'' Wriothesley explained as he finally stood up. Y/n looked up in his eyes, not saying anything. Wriothesley moved his hands around her, pulling her body flush against his. ''I can handle myself without my Vision, Y/n.''

''I know you're strong, Wrio. I just . . . I hate seeing you like this.'' She raised her hands to his cheek, gently caressing them with her thumbs. His bruise was gone now, but the old scar under his eye remained. She traced it with her thumb, feeling as Wriothesley melted under her touch. ''I don't get it. Why do you insist on fighting?'' Wriothesley was quiet. Oddly quiet. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows. ''What is it?''

He licked his lips. ''I just . . . I thougth that maybe, if I could make extra coupons by fighting, then neither of us would have to take on as many shifts and . . . we'd have more time for each other.'' 

Y/n blinked once, twice. She felt his hands tighten around her. 

''You're the only good thing left in this world and you've been so busy here recently, I've been missing you.'' Y/n's hands dropped to his waist as one of his moved up to her face. His fingers were gentle as they ran through her hair. ''You're only here because of me. If anything, I should be making sure you're not working at all.''

Her chest felt like it was about to burst. She leaned on her tip-toes, pulling him down so their lips would meet. She felt his hand fully move to the back of her head, his fingers tangled in her hair. His lips were warm but slightly chapped, but they were his, and she wouldn't have it any other way. 

She pulled back soon enough, watching as Wriothesley's eyes fluttered open. ''What was that for?''

''Because I love you and I hate seeing you beat yourself up for things that aren't your fault.'' Y/n pressed her hands against his chest, looking up at him with a smile. ''You have to talk to me about things like that, Wrio. I'm sure we can figure things out together, if only we can discuss it.'' 

''But I want to take care of you.''

''I know you do,'' Y/n breathed out, her smile remaining. Her stomach felt like it was doing flips. How could she be so lucky to find someone so caring as Wriothesley? ''And I appreciate that. But we have to take care of each other, Wrio. There's a reason why there's two of us in this relationship.'' 

Wriothesley hummed, slowly nodding his head. ''Okay. If you . . . really don't want me to fight, then I'll stop. We can figure this out.''

''We will.'' Y/n pulled him back down, murmuring against his lips. ''Together.'' 

i may or may not have an idea for a part 2?

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

follower! bishops with an s/o that was apart of their cult but now runs a tea shop in the lambs cult?

Narinder

"Huh, so this is how my consort wastes the immortal life I've given them...by running a cutesy little tea shop in the cult of my traitorous vessel.."

"Good to see you, darling. Care for some chamomile tea?"

"....yes, I suppose I could indulge in some."

Narinder never thought this is what you've been up to after all this time: sitting in a cozy tent and selling specialty teas to followers who spent their hard-earned coin on refreshing drinks.

He thought you'd use your immortality necklace as a means of travelling the world and spreading his word after he was banished.

But nope. You settled down here with goals to live a comfortable life.

Although you didn't let him forget his cruelty to the other followers and Lamb..

"You wouldn't make me pay, would you?"

"I should charge you double...considering you threatened to kill all of us and Lamb once they've done your bidding." You reminded him, causing him to tense up.

"..I would have spared you-"

"Of course you say that now."

"S/o, please..I'm...."

"You're.....?"

"...I'm sorry." He finally relents.

".....you'll get this one for free, and maybe next time too if you show these followers more kindness." You kiss him on the cheek, passing a cup of tea into his paws.

He acts all huffy about being humbled by you, but from there on he's a little bit nicer to the other followers.

Leshy

You ran a small tea shop back in Darkwood. There was no ingredient that didn't make the perfect tea: peppermint, camelia, citrus..you name it.

After Leshy went blind, he got accustomed to every kind of smell from your shop. So when he stopped by, he always knew what you were brewing and would request some.

Of course, how could you deny him? Your beloved deserved a nice and calming drink in the chaos of his realm.

Unfortunately some of his fanatics obsessed with destruction began trashing your shop while you were out on a supply run.

You tried chasing them away, but got seriously wounded and had to flee for your life. Soon afterwards, Lamb found you and took you to their cult.

Leshy believed you to be dead.

So imagine his shock when he's indoctrinated and smells those familiar teas, immediately rushing to the source and discovering you're here and alive.

"S/o!! Where have you gone?! I thought I had lost you forever!!"

"It's okay, Leshy. I had to run away, but Lamb found me and saved my life. What ever happened to those raiders, by the way?"

"...I had them hung for your murder."

"....oh. Well, they're better off as bird food anyways. Come and sit, dear. I had to start back at square one, but I have every kind of tea flavor you love."

"Yes, of course....it's so good to hear your voice again, s/o."

"Likewise, Lesh."

Heket

Back in Anura, your tea shop helped her keep followers in line..specifically dissenters.

You used to slip mushrooms into teas and offer it as a "gift" to those who opposed her ruling.

And they'd do anything you wanted. Usually you left that to Heket, but as her consort you're allowed some liberties with brainwashed followers.

While she would make them eat dung or fast for the day, you'd tell them to go out into the world and advertise your tea shop to bring more people into the Anurian cult.

Or you'd make them do stupid things just for laughs.

When you were taken to Lamb's cult, Heket fully believed you were "stolen" and demanded your return, lest she starved their entire cult.

Of course, they don't. And she's killed, revived, defeated, and indoctrinated before she finally gets to see you again, promising they won't separate you anymore.

Obviously she's starving, but she beelines for you instead of the kitchen, wanting to see your face and make sure you were alright.

"Oh, my dearest Heket! How are you?"

"....hungry.....come with..."

You pout at her inability to talk for too long, though you join her for dinner, which she has with tea.

While it doesn't soothe any part of her severed vocal cords, it does help her calm down a lot.

Her only disappointment is that Lamb banned you from selling shroom-laced tea to their followers.

They weren't any fun.

Kallamar

Back in Anchordeep, you ran a small tea shop with drinks that could cure minor ailments, such as the common cold.

However, it often felt like Kallamar owned the shop instead.

You were only allowed to use specific ingredients and he told you to refuse any followers cursed with a sickness that he inflicted as punishment (indicated by a glowing green mark on their forehead).

You felt guilty every time you turned one away, but you had to listen to him..lest he shutdown your business.

It was a pain, and you couldn't take it anymore as you were losing more and more coin.

So when Lamb stopped by, you begged them to take you away from here.

Kallamar wasn't happy about that, putting all his focus into hindering Lamb's progress as he thinks they took you away.

Only when he becomes indoctrinated does he realize how wrong he was...

You had some rather venomous words for him. Words that you've been afraid to speak out loud when he was a godlike bishop.

Now you didn't have to hold back.

"I wanted Lamb to take me away, Kall. You were so controlling...trying to run my shop for me and make me refuse followers whose only crime was catching you on a bad day. You preached about how terrifying the Red Crown was, but honestly I was more afraid of you. I should refuse to serve you any of my healing teas so you know exactly how they felt."

He's 0.01 seconds away from having a breakdown, knowing you're absolutely right. You probably didn't love him anymore-

"...but I don't like watching others suffer when I know I can help them, even if they are scum. And part of me..still loves you. So if you wanna start over, we can. But only if you help me run this shop and listen to me."

"O-Of course! I'd love to assist you!" Kallamar managed to hold back the tears on this one, willing make up for how terrible he's been to you.

He lets you run the show, his only suggestion being that you adorned the shop's entrance with crystals to make it prettier (an idea that you accepted right away, showing you forgave him).

Shamura

They (quite literally) drop by your tea shop a lot, often surprising you.

But you enjoyed their company.

While having a drink, they'd chat with you about the latest knowledge they've discovered, some facts about war and ancient methods of combat, and/or how their day with their siblings went.

They could go on for hours, and you loved hearing it all.

They ensured your shop was well-protected, giving you some scorpions who acted like guard dogs.

When their brain got damaged by Narinder, they often forgot about your shop and stopped visiting as much.

You knew it wasn't their fault. But seeing them slowly start to neglect your feelings to yearn for their traitorous brother 24/7 hurt a lot. He's all they ever talked about anymore whenever they did remember to see you.

Eventually you angrily muttered how much you hated him...which was a huge mistake, as Shamura looked at you with the coldest eyes.

And commanded the scorpions to kill you.

You had to run away and were eventually saved by the Lamb.

With nothing but a small satchel of spare ingredients and tea bags with you, you started a new life in their cult, trying to accept that Shamura was too far gone to be helped.

Yet after they were indoctrinated, they immediately asked where you were and cried as you approached the pillory imprisoning them, believing you had been killed.

You realized they finally remembered you, and you wiped away their tears, offering them their favorite tea to jog their memories.

And at last...everything was alright again.

[creature-wizard]

Some things associated with New Age that aren't inherently bad

Since this blog can get kinda heavy sometimes, and because there's some people out there who think that anything remotely adjacent to New Age is evil and must be banished forever, I figured I'd write something on elements it includes that aren't necessarily bad.

Its general concept of God and divinity

New Age beliefs typically posit that God, or Source, effectively split itself into many different souls in order to have different kinds of experiences. There's nothing wrong with this model of divinity in itself, since it doesn't by itself imply anything hateful or suggest any kind of action that might lead to harm. Where it gets messed up is when people start claiming that if you're suffering, it's because you deliberately chose to have this kind of experience before you incarnated. That's just victim blaming, and it's wrong.

Energy healing

Energy healing on its own is a harmless practice, and many people do report feeling better for doing it. Dismissing energy healing as inherently bad in itself would be like dismissing prayer for recovery as inherently bad. It's really not. The problem is always when people start believing they should only rely on energy healing or prayer, or fall into the belief that pharmaceutical medicine is sinful or an evil conspiracy.

Listening to relaxing tones

No, those "healing frequencies" probably won't cure any serious ailments. But that doesn't mean they can't make you feel more relaxed or help you focus. You don't have to subscribe to any specific belief system to listen to these audios.

Glossolalia

The New Age practice of speaking in light languages is a form of glossolalia, which basically involves relaxing and speaking whatever sounds immediately come to you. Doing it can be cathartic and relaxing, and you don't need to subscribe to any specific belief system to do it.

Tarot reading

Reading tarot cards doesn't require subscribing to any specific spiritual belief system. Nor do you even need to be spiritual at all; you can read tarot cards with the perspective that what you're doing is prompting your own mind to consider things from new angles.

Meditation

Meditation is known to have beneficial effects, and doing it doesn't require subscribing to any particular belief system. Yes, it's a problem when somebody subscribes meditation as a cure-all, or use it as a form of spiritual bypassing, but that's a problem with the teacher, not the practice itself.

Eating more plant foods

Provided you don't have any allergies or intolerances, eating more fruits, vegetables, nuts, and the like usually isn't a bad idea. The problem with New Age is when it effectively moralizes food by decreeing certain foods "high vibrational" or "low vibrational," or when it's pushing conspiracy theories about modern processed food items being intentionally poisoned to block our psychic abilities or keep us dependent on the healthcare system. And obviously, it's appallingly ableist to tell someone that they could cure a chronic illness by switching to an all-natural vegan diet or something.

Belief in aliens

It's a big universe, and it's not unreasonable to think we're not alone in it, and that maybe there's beings who are observing us. The problem is when belief in aliens becomes part of a conspiratorial worldview that scapegoats certain groups of people for the world's problems, displaces real history, and misuses other people's traditions and beliefs.

Belief that things can and will get better

To paraphrase Terry Pratchett's words in The Hogfather, we sometimes need to believe in things that aren't true (such as justice and mercy) so they can become true. Believing that things can change makes people feel like their efforts are worth something. Meanwhile, when everyone's got a doomer attitude nothing will change for the better because nobody will even try.

One problem with New Age's optimism in specific is that they tend to believe that things getting better is contingent on converting a large number of people to New Age spirituality, which includes getting them to accept a large number of conspiratorial beliefs that target and harm vulnerable minorities, and/or distort and erase the actual spiritual beliefs of people from different cultures (many of whom are marginalized minorities and/or have been severely harmed by colonialism already).

Another problem is when you get the whole 5D ascension thing going on. 5D ascension is basically the New Age version of the Rapture, and just like the Rapture, it's always said to be right around the corner, but it never materializes. (If you'd like examples, here are predictions for 2012 and 2015.) Very concerningly, New Agers often list a number of physical and mental health symptoms as "ascension symptoms." They were claiming this as far back as the 2010s, when December 31, 2012 was supposed to be the big day. (Here's an example.)

Basically, hope and belief that things can get better is important - but it's also important not to hang our hopes (and medical decisions) on supernatural predictions that have already failed multiple times.

Wanting to promote compassion and understanding between people

This is a great thing to want! The problem with New Age isn't that they want to spread peace and harmony, but rather the way they want to do it without really listening to the people they supposedly want to help. You can't, for example, genuinely fight colonialism if you're engaging in cultural appropriation and misrepresenting their spiritual traditions - you're an active part of the problem. Promoting compassion and understanding begins with you shutting up, listening, and learning without imposing your own preconceptions or reacting from your ego. You're not doing this if you're looking for mythology to project aliens onto, or dismissing anything you don't want to hear as a conspiracy.

And here's some critical thinking tips before you go

When you're evaluating any belief system or practice, it's always important to remember that belief and practice are not the same thing. Most of the time the practices are harmless in and of themselves; the actual danger comes from the conspiratorial and morally polarized worldviews many practitioners also subscribe to. Nobody's ever died from putting rose quartz in their room or getting a reiki session. They have died from refusing evidence-based medical care because someone convinced them that the health care industry is a scam and will also separate them from Source.

When it comes to beliefs themselves, ask yourself what kind of narratives they're upholding. If they basically promote the same kind of conspiratorial narratives used by Nazis, witch hunters, or far right Christians to justify their hatred and violence, that's a pretty strong sign that this belief is bullshit. But of course, there's a pretty stark difference between believing that aliens could be out there, and believing blood-drinking reptiles have invaded the Earth.

[ad-caelestia]

i've spent a lot of time saying "here's what you could do" as a witch versus "here is what i actually do" as a witch, so let's go.

as much as i try to stir my coffee in one direction or another, it always ends up counter-clockwise - instead of seeing it as a mistake, i just work around it by thinking of it like, i'm banishing (counter-clockwise) negativity from my day versus attracting (clockwise) positivity.

i tend to use colors that align with planets versus other folkloric associations - instead of a green candle for money, i'll use a blue one because blue is associated with jupiter which is associated with wealth and good fortune. lucky for me, all the other planets have colors that align appropriately so i don't have to think about those as much (sun - gold, moon - silver, mercury - ehhhhh a mix of like, yellow/violet/indigo, venus - baby pink/mint, mars - red/rust, etc etc.).

i have a money bowl that i redo on the first of every month and i set a cinnamon stick above my front door for prosperity - i have a tiny little angel of a bunny whose health means more to me than the ritualistic act of blowing cinnamon into your home from outside the front door.

my "grimoire" or book of shadows or WHATEVER you wanna call it lives on my computer via onenote and is also scattered through many many notebooks i have collected over the years - if i'm being honest, i am way too picky about my handwriting and messing things up when i am writing in pen that i would just rather keep it somewhere i can type and alt+f to get where i need to go.

my main altar lives on a pretty gold and faux marble bookshelf but honestly, my whole house is my altar - there are sacred spaces at every corner if you know what to look for.

if i want something for my craft, i try to repurpose old things or thrift for them - you'd be amazed what you can do with some of the most basic things (i found my money bowl, which is a crystal dish, at the thrift store for 99 cents); the dollar 25 tree is also a good spot to shop for cheap trinkets.

much of my craft is muscle memory, which has come from YEARS of practice - if i'm cooking and need to use like, basil for example (luck, money, protection), i just kind of already know what it's "good for" and keep that in the front of my mind while i'm cooking so the intent doesn't get buried.

i really REALLY prefer to make my own stuff but that's not always feasible - i really thought the other day that i could just start making candles for myself and had to put that thought on HOLD because let's be real, i'm not doing all that. instead, i will continue to use all the chime candles i have collected over the years instead of immediately going out to find something new.

cleansing ritual who? every time i mop my floor or clean the baseboards or wipe down the counter, i'm cleansing my space. i very much believe that mundane cleaning can be equally as magical and therapeutic if the intent is there.

same thing with literally any other magical thing i do these days: i won't go digging for new items to serve me and my spellwork, i will just use what i already have.

doing spells when the opportunity presents itself versus days of planning - i got a new body wash the other day whose main ingredient and scent is rose so i figured i could use it for a glamour at some point; needed some cinnamon the other day for pancakes and stashed some away for use as a catalyst later on; stuck a bay leaf in my pasta sauce while cooking and made a little wish beforehand.

tethers. everywhere. this one's a bit personal for me but generally speaking, i like to tie energy to a physical object and store it for later use.

i have never buried anything in my yard for any reason - i usually just stick it in a box if the spell isn't finished, cleanse and reuse, or discard all together after thanking it for its assistance.

i swear i have a mean tarot deck and a nice one so i tend to be biased and choose accordingly. 🙃

i also have two pendulums i don't use and a set of blue goldstone runes that i have had for 8 years but don't touch anymore. let that be a gentle reminder that you don't have to do all the things, i promise.

anyway, those are some things about my craft ok bye

[prideofcelestia]

❝when he yelled at you but then you started crying❞

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req by @lilithram. i think i diverted quite a bit :")

luci, asmo

satan, barb

simeon, mephisto

LEVIATHAN

Even though Levi had some ground rules in his room that everybody knew about, hardly anybody tried to remember those. How could one be expected to pay attention to a vast list of rules, one of which dictated that a visitor could only walk up to his figurines following the exact path he had taken? Any diversion from the set route would banish the visitor from his room. It was bizarre, but so was Levi and you loved him. So, you entertained the shy demon, and enjoyed it too. Bad blood flowed between you two when you entered his room in a tired state, and forgot to follow some of the rules. Usually Levi cut you some slack. Some slack meant a lot of slack, only because he loved you a lot too, more than he ever let on. However, people whose hearts are filled with love also have their bad days. Levi, finding himself in the middle of one, got irritated at you, and yelled at you without meaning to. Because that's what people sometimes do. It was only when you started crying that he wished for the ground to part and swallow him whole. Well, that was one thing he never, ever, ever wanted to do. Hurt you. Perhaps he could fall into lava and... perish.

When you left his room in a hurry, he gulped and messaged you immediately, spamming your dms with apologies. Without waiting for another moment, he broke quite a few rules himself as he ran out of his room without thinking and stood outside your door. Touching the barrier gently, he shook and whispered.

"[Name], I-I am s-s-s-sorryyyyy waaaah. P-P-Please forgive this yucky otaku I am malfunctioning bye. Sorrrrrry."

BEELZEBUB

He was not one to lose his temper but as it happened, he was hungry and couldn't find the cake he had set aside for himself. It wasn't you who had taken it out, but at that moment, Beel felt such rage bubble up inside himself that his faculties stopped working smoothly. You had only been unlucky to find him precisely then. Without noticing who he was speaking to, he howled - and what a marvelous, beastly howl that was - blaming you for stealing his food. Perhaps if it had been someone who you could expect a scolding from, well someone like Lucifer or Satan, you wouldn't have been as shaken as you were. But Beel, precious, sweet, cinnamon roll Beel made your throat run dry and your eyes water. You didn't know if it was shock or fear of such a tall demon looming over you. Whatever it was, you wished that it would go away.

Beel immediately apologised and fidgeted uneasily before coming to a standstill. He didn't dare reach out or hug you even though he desperately wanted to, for the sake of both of you. A hug would help, and he knew he gave good, warm hughs. Hugs that you loved.

"[Name]... I.. I didn't mean to scare you. I am so so so sorry. Don't be mad at me. I don't even feel like eating anymore..."

He refused to leave your side till he had done all that he could to cheer you up. For the rest of the day, he was seen beside you like a guard dog, or rather a concerned puppy.

BELPHEGOR

Belphie had been having nightmares for a few days. Despite knowing that it wasn't your fault, he couldn't help but lose his patience when you kept checking on him. Sure he looked grumpy and tired. Heck, he felt grumpy and tired. But he needed to stay away from the root cause of all his misery - you. He knew that he shouldn't have taken out his hatred of humanity on you, but now that he was traumatized by his own misdeed against you, all he wanted was some time to cope. Did he cross a line when he told you to mind your own business? Yes, he shouldn't have screamed at you, but you must understand his pain. He felt his heart constrict when he saw your eyes widen and tears form at the corner of your eyes. Frozen to his spot, he couldn't anything at all as he helplessly saw you dash out of his room and disappear into nothingness.

Oh Belphie, you're such an idiot! Curses on you.

You found a gift at your doorsteps, which had a snow globe inside. Belphie's voice erupted from it, much to your bewilderment.

"I am sorry, [Name]."

He had never been good at apologies face to face.

[loganlostitall]

THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND

Rating: 18+ for sure

Word count: 1.7k

Characters: Negan Smith, adult gender neutral reader

Setting: Riverbend, season 11 episode 13

Content warnings: light spoilers!!! Be mindful of your own knowledge of the show. Oral sex (M receiving) and also references to oral sex (gn receiving), cum swallowing, spit/drool, slight mention of typical TWD violence, very brief speculation of Negan being dead ig?

Summary: you were in a relationship with Negan before he disappeared without a trace after Maggie took out the Reapers and found Alden. Just when you’re wondering if hope of finding him again is lost… there he is. And he’s very excited to see you.

Author’s note: I literally have no idea where this came from lmfao. I haven’t written in months and suddenly after listening to TDOPOM this little idea popped into my head and I couldn’t banish it so I sat down and slammed this out. Considering that there’s things I’ve had started since September, that’s a huge feat for me lmao. Anyways !!!

No beta, I’m gonna die with my errors like a man 🫡

NSFW under the cut

How long had it been, exactly? Whatever the amount of time, the true answer to such a question was too fucking long. Initially, when you left the Commonwealth a few days prior to venture further than your previous run in search of “resources” (also known as: your missing boyfriend; that you fully suspected everyone was too smart to believe you were looking for anything different, but continued lying to them anyway to avoid any emotional conflict) you hadn’t exactly… expected to actually find him. A piece of you had started to wonder if the time would come where you sunk a blade between a pair of vacant, milky eyes you’d despised and then adored.  

And so, you certainly were taken by surprise when one hand snatched your arm and the other covered your mouth just as it had fallen open to loose a scream. Catching the barest glimpse of familiar ink etched across the skin of your assailant’s arm, tears stung your eyes when you realized with nausea sinking low in your gut that you weren’t ready to take him out. Brain not even acknowledging the relieving factor that the fingers touching you were warm. 

In your searching for him, he found you. How poetic. 

Those same hands hadn’t left your body since. Like right now, one at the base of your skull; fingernails repetitively scratching your scalp, ever so slightly. 

“God fucking damn, I’ve missed this. I mean, I missed you too, of fuckin’ course I did, but this? Fucking incredible.” The slew of complimentary expletives were muttered through grit teeth, and between unsteady huffs of breath. A pinched groan followed immediately after the thick words. He was going to attract walkers; as flattering as it was, that was the first thought to come to mind and on instinct you retaliated what he had subjected you to not much earlier by slowly grazing your palm up the planes of his stomach, over his chest, and to his mouth... which only served to inspire another moan. 

His head bobbed side to side with some dazed form of a nod and he flashed a tired—but still as gorgeous as usual—smile when he pulled your hand away. “Okay, okay, I’ll shut the hell up,” he sighed, much quieter though clearly without lack of restraint. Pride resounded through you with every flex of his jaw.

The phantom sensation of your back being pinned flat against the tree where Negan’s is now was still very prominent, though the only evidence to show for it was the glisten of his lips and the smudges over the fabric of his jeans that clothed his knees. A dull throb resonated between your thighs when you lowered your eyes to admire the very proof of his head being nestled there not very long ago, and the hum when you smirked around his cock gave him no choice but to bite down on his fist and keep quiet. 

With that, you returned to the task at hand or, rather, at hand and mouth. Hollowing your cheeks, you sunk down until the head of his dick nudged against the back of your throat and did absolutely nothing to fight the gag that sounded as a result. A long time ago, in an entirely different life, things like that had bothered you. Everything about your performance needed to be perfect, until Negan. He liked when you struggled to accommodate him. Got off on it. 

The vein along the underside of his endowment jumped and you did not hesitate to flatten your tongue and press up against it, curl the tip, and drag from end to end of the hypersensitive stripe beneath Negan’s skin and revel in the shiver it drew from him. 

Scrunching his eyebrows together, he whispered, “Fuck,” and even such a short, succinct, single syllable word seemed to knock the breath out of him. His mouth thinned into a straight line, lips all but disappearing, and the back of his head made an unceremonious collision with the bark behind it. The grimace that found his face was short lived, because that was the moment you decided was perfect to bring a cupped palm and fingers to his scrotum. They drew up instantaneously upon being touched.

He was close already. Aw. He really did miss you. 

A heavy glob of saliva rolled out between his cock and your lips when they crowned over the glans, but you simply sucked in a gulping breath and followed it with your tongue rather than fearing the quality of your performance. Smearing your drool down the length of his shaft would surely ease the glide of your mouth for whatever little remainder of time there was here. You would tease him about this later, but given that Negan cumming fast was a rare occurrence, it would mainly be playful bragging. 

The practically hypnotic motion of his nails carding through the short hairs where your head met your neck ceased abruptly after deepthroating him once more, and you would have mourned the loss if not for the heavy lidded, glazed over, hazel brown eyes that truly appeared to be doing nothing less than memorizing the way every feature of your face looked when your lips were stretched around him. You pushed up on his balls and squeezed, just barely bordering outside of the threshold of pain for him, and the hissed ‘awfuck-’ was your only warning. 

Never would you have believed that you could miss the taste of a man’s cum, and yet here you were, realizing how fucking happy you were to be tasting him, swallowing everything down like some sort of elixir. Hardly an easy task around something in your mouth, and repeatedly ramming down your throat due to him holding you in place as his hips jerked, but you were more than enthusiastic despite it. All you could do was squeeze your thighs together, breathe through your nose, swallow, and allow yourself to be used for the first time in what had felt like the longest six months in your entire life. Suddenly you couldn’t remember a single sweet thing that had ever tasted better than Negan Smith.

Though logically you knew it wasn’t a very long affair, the limited intake of oxygen disoriented you enough that you couldn’t quite tell how much time passed before the grip on the back of your head relinquished and a now softening erection retracted from your mouth. You drank air into your lungs as if you’d been under water and dropped your hands, both of which had a tacky mixture of drool and precum connecting them to your lips and his skin, all while holding eye contact even though his own gaze was trained upon your swollen, sticky mouth. 

After a moment to collect himself and gather his bearings—both literally and figuratively because he tucked himself back inside of his boxers but didn’t pull up the zip, Negan offered out his hands for you to grab hold of and help you back onto your feet. There were matching patches of dirt on your knees. As you started to bend down to dust yours off, a finger hooked beneath your chin to raise your head once more. He wiped the light, streaky eyeliner you managed to score from Princess off of your cheeks; and afterwards brought the hem of his black t-shirt to your mouth that was no more than a mess of goop but that wicked tongue of his peeked out from between his teeth as he cleaned up the mess. 

“So goddamn hot, baby,” Negan rushed forward to steal a kiss, which you happily reciprocated and that same tongue followed shortly after. You could still taste yourself in his mouth. Certainly, his own flavor lingered behind as well. The groan that fled his mouth to dissolve into yours was answer enough. “Fuckin missed the taste of us. Swear my dick could get hard all over again just from this shit.” His hand dropped to your own jeans that you’d secured back over your hips after you came, just in case a situation arose and the both of you had to be able to run quickly. Bypassing the zipper, Negan slid his fingers past the waistband and dipped into your underwear to gather what remained of your excrement and his own saliva, raising it to his lips to lick his fingers clean. There had hardly been enough time to suppress a moan before his mouth found your neck and you rolled your head off to the side, giggling in the process, to allow further access. 

Unfortunately for the both of you, upon looking towards where you could only assume Negan had been taking shelter, your eyes fell to a sight that meant things would have to cease for now. 

“…Is that Gabriel?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, forgive me Father or however the fuck that goes.” 

His mouth had only ceased its assault on your throat long enough to mumble the words against your skin, sending a chill through you and raising goosebumps all over you that would have to go ignored. Much to your chagrin, Gabriel and Aaron were approaching the building that Negan’s new group resided within, and perhaps it was paranoia but a little skepticism went a long way since the dead started walking.

While half-assedly shoving his face away from yourself, you asked, “What are your new men like?”

“Not very nice,” he answered with a shrug; failing multiple attempts to dodge your hand until deciding he would settle for kissing your palm instead. Would have been endearing under any other circumstance. 

“Negan Smith!” 

“UuugghhhhUUUUUUHHH fine!” He blustered overdramatically, tossing his arms up over his head with a heaving sigh and roll of his eyes just before zipping his pants back up, and then yours after. You wiped your hands on his pants as he began walking. 

And, even despite the current circumstance, after all the time you’d spent missing him, you couldn't help but smirk at his grumblings about no amount of Hail Mary’s or Our Father’s being repentance enough for what he would do to them for giving him Blue Balls as he guided you around the building for safe entry. 

Like he hadn’t cum already. If you made it out of this, which you could never be sure of anymore, it seems like you were going to have a lot of sucking up to do. 

Literally. 

This one-shot was actually a massive challenge for me because I’ve always found it almost completely impossible to write something so short because I try to pour everything into my writing and drag it out.. which really makes me worry that this is horrible/boring 😭

Anyways, hope it’s not and people find it decent. I won’t be doing much x reader stuff because I have an OC and an entire story planned out for him when I find the time, but there will be a few ! :)

Idk who else to tag other than my loyal bffs @murdadixon @hopefulatrocity @lanadelnegan 🥰 besitos para mis bebés

[naturesapphic]

Hey! Please can you do a Lorraine x fem reader. where instead of Ed the reader is married to Lorraine and is her partner, they are doing an investigation and reader gets hurt? Totally fine if not x🥰

Investigation gone wrong

Lorraine warren x fem!reader

Warning: demons, scary, ambulance, injury

You and your wife Lorraine was doing a investigation where it seemed pretty normal at first until Lorraine gave you a nudge on your shoulder. You pulled her aside to see what was wrong and she gave you a frightening look. “This house isn’t right y/n. It’s evil. At first it seemed like it was trying to hide it or hide itself but it’s slowly starting to reveal itself to me and I don’t like it. I don’t know what to do.” Lorraine explained and you felt your body get chills all over.

Lorraine usually could handle these types of spirits but it seems like this one was getting to her and you didn’t like that. “We will be fine my love. If we need to we can go ahead and leave if you want.” You reassured you and she nodded her head quickly. The two of you returned to the family and told them what was happening which made the more worried than before when they contacted the two of you. When you were packing up and about to leave, you felt something watch you and all of a sudden you let out a scream as your back hit the floor.

You see a shadow coming towards you and soon it was over your body as you couldn’t catch your breath. You hear Lorraine in the background praying and screaming, trying to banish it. It seemed to work because the shadow just evaporated into nothingness and you felt your breath start to slowly come back but you let out a cry as you tried to move. Lorraine rushed over to you with tears streaming down your face as she yelled out for someone to call the ambulance. “Lorr it h-hurts..” you whimpered out as your own tears starting streaming down your red face.

Lorraine shushed your quietly as she held your head in her hands as she heard drew call the ambulance. “They will be here soon baby it’s okay I got you…” she whispered as she held you. In a few minutes the paramedics were here and they put you on a stretcher. Lorraine went with you and rode with you inside the ambulance as they took you to the hospital. It took an hour in total to get you to the hospital, to rush you in and to hook you all up. The doctor came in and told you and Lorraine that you have messed up your back pretty bad and that they will prescribe you some medicine.

They told you to lay off for a while and if you do need to work then you need to take a wheel chair or walker with you at all times. You will be wearing a back brace too as well as do some physical therapy just to make sure nothing else gets worse and to make your back stronger again. In a few hours you were released and got sent back home. Lorraine immediately put you in bed since it was already late and plus you had to anyway. Lorraine went downstairs and fixed you two some dinner while you laid in bed, reading a book, well tried to. Moments later you heard your wife coming up the stairs with a tray in hand.

She puts it on your lap and sits beside you on the bed. She starts to feed you which make you giggle which makes her smile. The two of you eat your meals in silence and once you were down Lorraine grabbed the tray and went back downstairs to put it up. She came back up and started getting herself ready for bed. “Thank love for taking care of me and for dinner.” You said breaking the silence as Lorraine slipped on her dress. She turned around and gave you a soft, loving look. “Anytime baby. I’ll always take care of you. You never have to worry about that.” She says and you nod. “I will always take care of you too lorr. I love you so much.” You reply and she gets in the bed beside you and gets under the covers. “I love you most my sweet. Now get some rest okay sweetie?” She said and you nodded, carefully getting comfortable in the bed as Lorraine snuggled closer to you, the two of you falling asleep peacefully beside each other.

A/n: I hope @13thdoctor-run likes it and I hope the rest of y’all too! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all :) more stories coming out soon for my other characters like Natasha romanoff, Billie eilish, lady dimitrescu, Jade west, and more :)

[the-magpie-collective]

I don't really think Wyll qualifies as a member of the nobility.

(For clarity, I will be using nobles/nobility, gentry, and patriars interchangeably. The term patriar is Baldur's Gate specific.)

Wyll isn't a patriar. His father is the son of a blacksmith. We don't really get a clear explanation of what it takes to be considered nobility in Baldur's Gate (if you have a source that details this please please share) but we do know what it takes to be considered nobility historically.

First, what is required for one to be considered a noble? Generally speaking nobles are usually landed or titled or both. These are pretty straightforward terms. Landed means that a person owns land. Historically, owning land was not as easy as it is today. It also wasn't very clear cut. Depending on the location owning land could be a super huge deal. Not only did it require lots of money, but it also often required extensive connections. In some places if you weren't the reigning Monarch it was illegal to make any kind claim to land. (chop your head off kinds of illegal).

Is it possible Wyll's father owned land even while Wyll was growing up? I think it's extremely unlikely. While Ulder Ravengard did rise through the ranks of the Fist quickly and was therefore a respected member of the upper brass, he probably wasn't rich enough to buy land within Baldur's Gate and he is described as “lacking sophistication and tact” when it comes to matters of politics. Would he have managed to create the connections necessary to even be allowed to buy land? Doubtful.

The other option is being titled. Simple enough, it means someone possesses a noble title. Most titles are inheritable, but 'Duke' is not an inheritable title in Baldur's Gate. Dukes are elected by the Parliament of Peers.

A quick aside to explain how the government works in Baldur's Gate. Baldur's Gate is controlled by the Council of Four: four elected Dukes whose votes are what allow policy to pass into law. The Grand Duke is able to decide in the case of a tie-breaker being necessary. The Dukes are elected by the Parliament of Peers, those seats are held by patriars. There is one sort of exception. One of the positions of Duke is traditionally held by the head of the Flaming Fist, i.e. the Marshall. The Marshall of the Flaming Fist still has to be elected to Duke, they don't just get that position automatically, but most people don't like to go against tradition. (Though I've seen some sources point at Ulder Ravengard's not being immediately elected Duke? And it was tied to him not being a patriar/well liked? I haven't been able to find which DnD source book this comes from yet grrrr so I can't confirm)

So Wyll's father is likely elected Duke after Abdel Adrian's assassination (see previous post) on Returning Day in 1482 DR. Baldur's Gate takes place in 1492 DR, when Wyll is 24. So yeah, some quick math and Wyll wasn't the son of a Duke until he was around 14. He's banished at the age of 17. A grand total of three years where he has some political standing.

But Wyll was the son of a military man his entire life. A man who was known for being extremely strict. A man who often had to travel for his work. A man who, in spite of his best efforts, was distant from his son. Yeah.

Wyll's not a noble. Wyll is a military brat.

[bad-tf-fic-ideas]

(266) Vampire AU!

Tarn is desperate to get bit by vampire!Megatron. Becoming an object of appetancy to Megatron's most base hungers is every one of his kinks — which he is mistaking for love — rolled into one and wrapped up in a sexy little bow.

Megatron finds Tarn's self-abasing desire to be consumed repellant and his ever-increasing urgency to win Megatron's favour pathetic.

And yet Megatron, in a moment of weakness, turns Tarn into a vampire. Then, being heartily annoyed with himself and taking it out on everyone but himself as usual, he immediately banishes him. He turns him loose to become a problem for someone else.

Everyone is upset about this.

[ghenry]

Rewatched the Avatar TLA series with my partner recently, and fell in love with the world and characters all over again. I especially love the journey Zuko goes through the show as a character.

Zuko, son of Fire Lord Ozai. He seems pretty by-the-books at first as this angry villain, but something that makes him immediately unique for this kind of setting is his young age. He's barely older than Aang, our child protagonist.

"You're just a child." "Well, you're just a teenager!"

Although early on you start getting the idea that there's more nuance to him than this villain trying to incapacitate our protag, he shows some depth in his character here and there, usually through his uncle Iroh, a wise warrior that's there to aid and comfort his nephew, joining his banished trip on his own accord. While he's on the villain's side, it's worth noting he never hurts or intimidates innocent people, only ever fighting those already attacking or threatening him.

Even so, Zuko made it blatantly clear what his intents were. "I must capture the avatar to regain my honor." And he barely changed his mind about this throughout the entire first season, even when the two helped each-other out of hopeless circumstances, hinting that they're not meant to be sworn enemies.

"If we knew each-other back then, do you think we could've been friends too?"

Knowing the show and how it transpires across all 3 seasons, it's interesting seeing the intent the writers and showrunners had for these characters, and their hidden depth, all the way back in this first season. One of the finest examples would be Iroh sharing Zuko's history with fellow soldiers. A history which helps said soldiers --and in turn, the audience-- empathize with him.

Behind Zuko's scarred face is a story about a boy already feeling lost and unsure of himself, stumbling into a tragedy where his father --in sheer arrogance-- abused his son to a high degree in front of all his subordinates, in a heinous act he would call punishment.

Ever since then, he was banished to travel across the world to search for the avatar, a task his father felt was worthless, but was the same as leaving him out to die. This isn't the origin of a villain, but a downtrodden individual who couldn't find his place in life.

What Zuko called "honor" over and over again wasn't that, but his father's love. He already lost his mother, and instead yearned for his father's approval and affection. This culminated to his ultimate betrayal, siding with his sister and turning his back on his uncle, which lead to his imprisonment. During a crossroad and moment of insecurity, he threw his uncle Iroh to the wolves because he thought he would regain his honor and earn his right to be a part of his family once again.

Zuko would be welcomed back into his family, he retrieved what he thought was his honor --and what he thought was genuine love from his father.

"You have redeemed yourself, my son."

But even then, he still felt lost, alone, and without a sense of direction. Nothing changed, his soul still felt incomplete.

"For so long, I thought that if my dad accepted me, I'd be happy. My dad talks to me, he even thinks I'm a hero! Everything should be perfect, right? I should be happy now, but I'm not! I'm angrier than ever, and I don't know why!"

It took him a long time (about 2 and a half seasons) to realize he didn't need this sense of "honor" and what he was chasing was just a farce. His father only showed Zuko "love" when he seemed useful, an asset that was helping his fascist conquering of multiple nations by killing the Avatar.

All of this drew to an enthralling, terrifying, heart-wrenching moment between him and his father during the day of the eclipse. He used the minutes they could not fire bend as an opportunity to let out the truth and his own epiphany. He admitted that he never killed Aang --didn't even try, for that matter-- and that he's going to help him defeat his father's regime. Ozai immediately despised Zuko for this, proving his 'love' was conditional and hollow. And at that moment, as soon as the eclipse ceased, he attempted to kill his own son right then and there in a moment that never fails to draw tears out of me as soon as it happens.

Zuko survived his father's lethal attack, only by sheer will, and a lighting-redirection technique his uncle happened to teach him a while back, emphasizing how important Iroh is to him. Iroh is the father figure that truly loved Zuko unconditionally. Ozai, his biological father, could only grant him death. His uncle Iroh, at that moment, inadvertently granted him life.

And Zuko's story (mostly) ends in the middle of the 4-part finale. With the help of his friends, he tracked down Iroh who escaped from prison. The moment he sees his uncle, he breaks down as he's horribly ashamed of his actions, expecting Iroh to shun him as he feels he does not deserve his uncle's love after what he did to him.

"I was never angry with you . . . I was sad, because I was afraid you lost your way."

But Iroh doesn't hesitate to embrace him. Like I said, his love is unconditional. He knew Zuko wasn't evil, he was only being manipulated by the likes of his father and sister. He knew Zuko would find the right path, restore his own honor, and come back to him. It's such a beautiful moment and the soul-piercing conclusion to Zuko's story, a story they were building up since the literal first episode.

Of course, there's also Azula, his sister. She was considered a prodigy with her amazing fire bending abilities, mastering the skill of bending lightning, something only her father and uncle were able to do before her.

She was a spitting image of her father; fierce, manipulative, wrathful, the only thing she shared with her brother Zuko was their sense of determination. But we don't learn what really drives Azula until the finale. It's similar to Zuko. He felt incomplete without his father's love. While this was implied before the finale, Azula felt she was missing her mother's love.

While I think the argument could be made that this was just her own projection, it's important that this shows how --despite her more respected place in their family and nation-- she was just as broken and spiritually lost as Zuko. While Ozai showered his daughter with praise for all of her life, Azula felt her mother didn't love her, which ate away at her, deep inside. Much like Zuko, who felt he was fighting to earn his father's love.

Azula, to me, represents Zuko's future if he let his father manipulate him, just like Azula did to him. Would he have become this tyrannical fire lord if he just listened to his father, abandoned his inhibitions, and ensured his nation's regime? Maybe. But like Azula's interrupted crowning, it would have been shallow, lonely, and without any real sense of self-worth. Nothing to show for it but a broken mind.

Instead, Zuko became the fire lord on his own terms, and with the entire world in support of him, as he helped this quest for peace and balance across the nations. He earned his place in life through his own will, his own actions, and his amazing uncle who only wanted the best for him. He restored his honor himself, with lifelong friends by his side.

That's it, that's all I wanted to write about. This show rules.