#yet none of them did anything to move him somewhere better? to be there more often so that they would have known when he died and be there

[zaceouiswriting]

Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans - Ch.43

Character: Sky x male reader, Riven x male reader, Brandon x male reader, (OC) Callisto x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in Winx Club/Saga

Warnings: None

(Callisto)

I groan in annoyance as I try to loosen the tie Callisto put on when he forced me out of our room for more than just food. I didn't want to walk around this school any longer than necessary, with the last visit still seared into my mind. Yet here I am, in the same halls that still give me goosebumps, with this idiot by my side. I can stay calm for a while, but not forever, not in this place.

"Why did you drag me out of the room? I felt so comfortable!" I whine almost like a little child, but I don't care. I want nothing more than my bed.

All I hear is a deep chuckle. I shoot Callisto a glare that I hope might open a hole beneath his feet, but instead, I catch him with his eyes closed. My cheeks heat up as I see his almost divine smile, strong jaw, and prominent cheekbones in the rising sunlight. This is all complemented by his curly hair that bobs back and forth merrily as he lets his laughter flow. I can't take my eyes off him, even in his school uniform or especially in it. He looks so much better like this, although the skin-tight fighting suits are better in... other aspects as they leave nothing, and I mean nothing, to the imagination. Whenever I see him in it, my mind stops functioning.

The button-up shirt of our school uniform seems to be about to rip with every movement he makes, but honestly, although the sight is delicious, I don't like him showing it off to everyone. We may be at an all-boys school, but I know other boys are very interested in him and maybe staring at things they shouldn't.

Something is brewing inside me, and soon, I can't take it anymore. I walk faster than him and step before him, forcing Callisto to stop abruptly. He looks down at me with an amused, raised eyebrow. But instead of saying anything, I grab his blazer's sides, pull them together, and close them. I step back with a smug grin, feeling justified in making him seem more modest. But when I see what I've done, I become even more dejected; I immediately step back closer to Callisto, unbuttoning his blazer and looking at it again, only to pull it back together. The frustration inside me grows, and a soft groan escapes my lips. Out of the blue, I become painfully aware of the questions glittering in the gaze directed at me.

"What are you doing?" he asks, visibly holding back another chuckle, but I see something else there, too, a complacency that would make me furious if I saw it on other boys' faces.

I look at him disapprovingly, glaring, while trying everything to hide his 'goods'. But my frustration quickly bubbles over. I throw my hands in the air, frustrated because even after several attempts, I still can't manage to make his body look decent. "Couldn't you just get a bigger uniform?" I cross my arms over my chest. My lips twist into a pout, making me feel even more pathetic, but I feel comfortable showing my feelings to someone for the first time.

Callisto's eyes widen in astonishment, immediately moving down his body as his hands glide up and down his perfect muscles. "Are you telling me I'm getting fat?" His voice is laced with so much worry it opens a pit in my stomach. I try to tell him that I didn't mean it that way, but all I see is the hint of a smile.

Seeing that mischievous grin, I know he's just teasing me again. Rolling my eyes, I turn away from him and continue walking, only to hear his footsteps behind me. I can distinguish them from many others because he has a peculiar walking rhythm. Before I know it, I'm being pulled into his arms. "Come on, I'm only kidding, you know that!" Suddenly his voice is gentle, even caring, different from the arrogant, cocky guy he is with most other people.

"It's not about the teasing," I murmur, hoping he doesn't hear my words. But I know he heard me when I felt a rumbling in the chest I was being pressed against.

"Are you a little jelly?" He sounds so calm when he asks me this question, but his voice penetrates my bones, coating my cheeks with yet another blush.

Desperately, I try to downplay it, but Callisto is already onto me. He looks down at me with a look of pure lust. I swallow hard, and the whole atmosphere changes completely; it has become charged with something between us, but neither of us really wants to address it. I mean, how could we? After all, we both know that I'm still attached to my one true love. But slowly, it feels like I can at least try to love again.

I cling to him and discreetly pull the collar of his blazer closer to my nose to inhale his strong, woody scent. I don't know what it is, but it's sweet, but not too much.

His arms around me make me feel safe, even in a place like this. "No," I finally mumble indistinctly, his collar still too close to my lips. Out of the corner of my eye, I see confusion spreading across his usually confident face. With my lips hidden, I allow myself a small smile. "You've gotten too muscular in the last few months, and I don't want anyone else to see much of it." Thankfully, my face is mostly covered already because this blush I can feel coming on is so much worse than the ones before.

"Ohhh, you're so sweet," he whispers, his deep voice even more sensual than before. His arms tighten around me, pulling me closer until I'm lying flat against his muscular chest and rock-hard abs. How much I enjoy the feeling of his trained body. "You know that I belong only to you. No matter how long, I'll wait for you."

A pang of guilt overshadows my feelings. How can he say something like that? We don't even know each other that well, or maybe we do; after all these last three months, neither has left the other's side for more than a few moments; we've even showered together. Somehow, he feels the same as he did back then; he even has a similar personality. Just as that thought shimmers in my mind like a beacon of hope, it reminds me that Callisto is not him; even though they are similar, it's not fair to him to compare him to a dead person.

"Callisto," I murmur just as quietly as he did before. He looks into my eyes so lovingly that my heart beats twice as fast. All I want is to finally feel his perfectly soft lips on mine.

Loud laughter in the distance disturbs our moment of peace. But before we can really react, someone interrupts us directly. “Dudes!” someone suddenly calls out to us. The proximity of the voice forces me to acknowledge this brute, the one who is brave enough to sacrifice his life just to interrupt us. But when I open my eyes, still pressed against Callisto's hard chest, I immediately see a mischievous pair of shimmering green eyes. "Aren't you two cozy?" The glint in his eyes says more than a thousand words.

"You're too loud!" Callisto suddenly interjects teeth clenched and anger clearly visible on his face. Vinok opens his mouth again, probably to further annoy Callisto since he could never stop even if he lost the ensuing wrestling match. But Callisto's large hand covers most of Vinok's face before he can. "If I were you, I would think twice before speaking." His words sound tame, but the tone is almost murderous.

But even after all that, I can clearly see Vinok's signature grin behind the hand. "If you don't take your hand away, I'll lick it!" he threatens, amused.

At that moment, my attention is diverted from the two idiots by an arm around my shoulder. The next second, I am being dragged along with the person. Confused, I focus again, only to find Daniel, our last roommate, beside me. He carries his weapon over his shoulder despite wearing his normal uniform. Just as I want to ask about it, Daniel starts talking, complaining about Vinok's enormous energy in the early morning hours and further confessing that he would have killed him in about a minute or two if Callisto hadn't distracted him.

I watch him speak intently, the large scar on the right side of his face moving with every movement of his lips. He can't see me on the right side because his eye was badly injured in a fight with a monster, or so he told us, but he still flicks the side of his head as a warning not to stare at his scar for too long. I whisper a quiet “sorry,” but he starts talking again, complaining endlessly about Vinok, even though we both know he would give his life to protect him, just like he would for all of us.

While Callisto and I quickly developed some romantic feelings for each other, Daniel has no such interest in anyone. Instead, these feelings somehow flow into his friendships, of which he doesn't have many, but somehow, he clicked with everyone in our little group of idiots.

"You have to stop flirting with Vinok," Daniel tells me out of nowhere, pulling me out of my thoughts. Before I can even say anything, he sighs deeply. "His ego has gotten way too big; he's starting to think he can get with people; just imagine little clones of him running around; I'd go on a fucking rampage!"

While he was speaking so annoyed, the swear word must have slipped out. My mouth hangs open as I listen to him. "Language, Daniel!" Although I try, I can't hide the sarcasm in my voice. I quickly put a finger on his mouth and look around conspiratorially. "Don't forget there are children here!"

"Fuck off!" he yells, pushing me away from his arm as he rolls his eyes, but I can still see a crooked smile. Instantly, I return to his side, and he puts his arm back where it was before. "You really are the only tolerable one in this place."

I put my hand on my chest and look straight at him, my eyes as gentle as possible. "You mean you love me? I mean, I'm honored, Daniel, but I don't know if-"

“What are you talking ab-“

Suddenly, a dissatisfied click of the tongue sounds behind us. "I can't believe it!" The voice is deep and threatening. "Daniel, are you shamelessly flirting with him again? I thought I made myself clear last time!" Callisto's dark eyes turn to me and soften. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," I tell him with a more than fake teary sound. "I couldn't believe it myself; he just-" Before I can continue our little game, I feel Callisto's body freeze behind me.

"You little shit!" Callisto shouts over our heads. The next moment, I only see him running after Vinok, yelling at him that he told him that if he didn't stop licking him, he would beat his ass.

At this sight, I can no longer hold back my laughter. I almost fall to my knees to let it all out. Up until this moment, I really believed that school life would not only be boring but shitty. But how could it be with a group of friends like this? I doubt a day will ever be boring with them.

"You're not even going to apologize this time for almost giving me a heart attack?" For a moment, I think Daniel's voice sounds like a pouting child. But that can't be right, can it? After all, he is the ice-cold, mysterious Daniel, every girl's dream, with his ash-blonde hair perfectly styled and his always neutral face, which is rarely seen with a smile.

But when I look over at him, I actually see it. A rarity. A pout! Unable to look away, I force both of us to hold a steady hand again. I can feel him getting uncomfortable, but who cares? It's a sight from a millennium!

"Don't stare at me like that," he mutters uneasily. I still don't understand why he hates his scar so much; it makes him look so much better, more fierce, like the monster hunter he is.

Unable to formulate words to calm him down, I simply grab the left side of his head from behind and gently pull him down. Without giving him a choice, I press a kiss to the side of his head. "Don't take it so personally, Daniel. We love you, and we show that partly by teasing you. We know you don't feel the same way we do, but we still want to include you in our little games."

However, I would argue that Daniel is even better than the others. At least I don't have to worry about him falling in love with me like my old roommates. And Vinok is far too interested in women to really consider being with a man, and yet he is the frontrunner whenever we are playing our teasing game. He once almost kissed me just to win against Callisto.

I must have broken something in Daniel. He's still red and can't even look me in the eye anymore. So I take the initiative, putting my arm around him and pulling him with me. But it's never easy with these guys. Out of nowhere, Vinok almost slams into us, trying to hide behind me in particular, knowing Callisto will never hurt me or, for the Leviathans to help him, I would crush more than just his soul.

Despite my protection, Vinok goes too far, nearly knocking Daniel off balance. Before I know it, I have Daniel's sword in my hand, and before anyone can react, the blade tip is under Vinok's neck.

"If you want to play hard so bad, get outside, or I'll show you what a real beating is, and not that little roughhousing Callisto gives you. I wouldn't even stop if you cried or begged the Leviathans for mercy on your life!"

His eyes widen and his left ear twitches, showing his nervousness. It tells me I've done enough. I lower the sword and move it until it points in the direction of the outside, but when I see him looking nervously in Callisto's direction, all I can do is roll my eyes. As soon as I see him moving, I pull Callisto towards me and shout to Vinok to run away.

Although I see Callisto looking down at me in displeasure, even shock, his expression quickly changes. At first, I don't know why until I notice myself mindlessly chewing on my lower lip as I stare at his beautiful face. His eyes flicker a little, but a satisfied, if arrogant, grin quickly appears on his lips. Suddenly, he is so close that not even a sheet of paper fits between us. His breath is so warm and emits the scent of fresh mint. Like a douche, he shows me his pearly white teeth, which sparkle right before my eyes.

As if out of nowhere, I feel his large hand pulling me by my side closer to him. "Callisto, not here; breakfast is any minute. The halls will be full soon."

But before I even said anything, I already knew that my words would be useless against a force of nature like him, like the wave of a tsunami that sweeps away everything.

His arrogant grin extends as he brings his lips even closer to mine. "You know very well that there is only one thing I want to eat deliciously for breakfast."

I feel the blood rushing to my head before I've even internalized his words, just because of his closeness and the way he treats me as if I have little say in our relationship.

Although I want nothing more than to drag him into the next room and do things to him that he can't even dream of, I take a deep breath and instead whisper to him what happened with Daniel.

I see the disappointment glistening in his eyes, but like the master seducer he is, he doesn't let it show. The mask of the mysterious, aloof crush and seducer sits perfectly on his face, as always.

But it all disappears when, with one swift movement, he pulls Daniel into a surprise embrace between us. But that's not all. Oh no, Callisto can't stand someone beating him at his own game. He pulls Daniel's head to his chest, forcing him to smell his shirt while simultaneously setting a prolonged kiss on the top of his head just before running off, probably to chase Vinok.

Right after Callisto's checkmate move, Daniel looks even more flustered than before and stops working completely. He only stands there, his cheeks getting redder as the seconds pass. Even though I don't mean to, I can't suppress a small giggle. Before Daniel can overthink, though, I pull him closer to me again and lead us behind the other two to ensure no one gets killed, at least until the evening.

[Masterlist]

[pastlivesandpurplepuppets]

Every morning Dad got up early and made breakfast for her. If it was the dead of winter he pulled Mom’s car up to the front of the house, cleared off the snow, and turned on the heater for her. Every night after work Dad had a cocktail with Mom and they chatted about the events of the day. We went to family gatherings, where Dad was always well liked and lively. He was a great dad—very loving and attentive. He doted on my mother and was very much in love with her. I never heard him use profanity or witnessed him losing his temper. He never raised a hand to us kids when we didn’t deserve it—and there were plenty of times we did deserve it and didn’t get it.

~ Michael Sobel (Sobel's son)

[lyrefromthesea]

HEYYY IIDK IFHOU TAKE REQUEST BUTTTT HOW WOULD THE HASHIRA REACT TO A HYPER ENERGETIC READER WHO IS ONE SECOND DOING 1 THINK THEN THE NEXT A NEW THING LIKE THEY COULD BE PAINTING AND THE NEXT SKY DIVING

I love your writing style hehe

Male pillars x Reader - the art of being too energetic

author's note: i hope this request is to your liking. truthfully, i had trouble writing it at some points.

pairing: Tengen x reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu x reader, Gyomei x reader

content warning: none

Tengen:

where were you now? he swore you had been standing next to him a few moments ago. he looked around the streets, trying to spot you.

did you see a demon and moved forward without him? no, he would've heard it. he looked around the dark streets, not taking long to figure out where you went.

his feet dragged him towards the festival down the street. the area was filled with lamps and people wearing the prettiest kimonos or yukatas.

yet none of them stole his attention away from what mattered. you. you were in the middle of the crowd of dancing people. you spun around in fluid motions, a smile plastered on your face.

if it hadn't been for your uniform, you would've fitted right in. he moved forward without thinking, his hand soon grasping yours.

"now what were you thinking? we've been walking through the empty streets just a few seconds ago!" he said, his lips tugging up into a smile.

"couldn't resist, the music drew me in!" you laughed, twirling around him. he followed, both of you now dancing in sync. you didn't care for the eyes staring at the two of you. "are you mad?"

"you're too flamboyant to be mad at."

Obanai:

Obanai had been sitting on a tree, lazily watching you train. he didn't have anything better to do and you enjoyed his presence. however, when he looked down, you weren't training next to his tree anymore.

he looked to the side, flinching when you sat right next to him. "[name]!" he called out, looking at you surpised. he gave you a questioning look, waiting for your explanation.

"i found this." you answered, showing him a small acorn - or rather the rest of it. he looked at the cupule, you held it up by it's stem.

"and..?" he asked, still confused. it wasn't surprising to see you change your mood so quickly, but he found himself confused every time. especially now when you looked at Kaburamaru.

"and this!" you said, offering the snake to slither onto your arm. Kaburamu listened and Obanai watched in anticipation. the snake trusted you, just like Obanai did.

the cupule you held in hand was carefully placed on Kaburamaru's head, slowly pulling away to not knock it down. you blinked a few times and then looked at Obanai.

"it's a little hat! what do ya think?" you asked enthusiastically.

Obanai's eyes wandered between you and Kaburamaru, then back at you. "it's great. you should find him a scarf too."

"you're right!"

Rengoku:

"little flame? darling?!" he called out your name, desperately trying to find you. he had been sitting in the living room when he noticed the odd smell of smoke.

he had been worried sick, trying to find the source. his eyes widened upon seeing the clouds of smoke leaving your shared kitchen. however, when he ran inside, he was even more confused.

"darling..?" he asked, tilting his head to the side to get a better look at you. he could barely see it through all the fug, but he figured you were standing next to the stove.

when he came closer, he saw you more clearly - you were holding a bucket in your hand. his eyes fixed on the stove, hearing it sizzle quietly. it was wet and still slightly hot. he couldn't make out what had been in the pan, but it was burnt now.

"oh, Kyojuro!" you gasped, looking at the man. you hadn't heard him before. your eyes followed his gaze, your face growing red when you looked at the stove.

"i wanted to cook something, but then i remembered this book from a few years ago. i'm sure i had it somewhere around-" you babbled, stopping when you looked at him again.

you had expected him to be mad for nearly burning the whole house down, but he didn't look angry in the slightest. he took the bucket out of your hands instead, placing it to the side.

"let's clean this up first, we can search for the book later." he simply said, his motivated stance not leaving. you agreed, cleaning the kitchen together.

you only stopped when he suddenly spoke again, leaving you baffled.

"you know, i once burned my family's house down when i was smaller."

Sanemi:

Sanemi looked at you, your eyes staring back into his. his gaze hardened, daring you to move further.

"don't do it." he grumbled, his hands ready to grab you in an instant. if someone would've walked into the room, they would've surely questioned your sanity.

"i'm going to do it." you answered, giving him a mischevious smirk. his eyes narrowed, his body tensing up.

you had found a new hobby a few days ago, which happened to involve him. now he gave you his undivided attention when you were acting strange or gave him a knowing look.

in the blink of an eye you turned around and jumped backwards, Sanemi reacting immediately. he made sure to catch you in his arms, stopping you from falling and hitting the ground.

he let out an annoyed sigh, having caught you. again. he didn't even remember how many times it had been this week. "stop doing that!"

"you know you love it" you chirped, giving him a triumphing smile. he rolled his eyes, letting go of you.

but you were right, he did love it.

Giyuu:

"i want wagashi." you said, tugging at Giyuu's sleeve. normally, your request would've been completely fine, but now he was looking at you in disbelief.

"what?" he asked, stopping in his tracks. you came to a halt next to him, repeating what you've just said. "i want to eat wagashi."

he was at a loss of words. you had asked for daifuku nearly ten minutes ago. he had been walking to your favourite shop with you since then, knowing it would make you the happiest.

"we would have to walk in the opposite direction." he remarked, giving you a questioning stare. you blinked at him a few times, as if you were waiting for his answer.

he would've said no to anyone else, but he was used to your impulsive behavior. he couldn't explain why you made decision the way you did, but he thought of it as refreshing. he sighed, turning around on his feet.

"let's buy you some wagashi."

Gyomei:

"can i move now?" he asked. he had been sitting under the waterfall for about thirty minutes now. you had asked him to paint a picture of the moment, which he found himself agreeing to.

however, he hadn't heard anything from you since over fifteen minutes, making him question what was going on. the cold water of the waterfall hitting his back overshadowed most of the other sounds around him, but he managed to hear you stand up.

"Gyomei, i'm so sorry!" you apologized profusely, running towards the waterfall. he heard the splashs over your body pushing the water around you away, eventually feeling your hand pull on his.

"i completely forget about the painting. there was a cat and-" you stopped when you felt his head turn towards yours. you looked at him, wondering what could've made him forget about your mistake.

"a cat?" he asked, feeling you change the direction you were pulling him. it wasn't your strength to keep attention on one thing, but he couldn't care less.

besides, he shared your fascination over cats.

[hypnoneghoul]

Wake the Dead

WC: 5k

Relationship: Rain/Mountain/Phantom

Tags: Transmasc Phantom & Mountain, Tentacle Dick, Improper Use of Gills, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Bioluminescent Cum, Biting, Implied/Referenced Abuse (aka phantom has trauma), Vaginal Fingering, Anal Sex, Tail Sex, Face-Sitting, Aftercare, Cuddling, Not So Concealed HC Lore Drop

“I want you both to get inside,” Rain mumbles. “Both of you in my gills.” Or Phantom and Mountain fuck Rain's gills with their t-dicks...and so much more.

Notes: Commission for @midnight-moth! Thank you so much for your support, Dylan <3 Divider by @ghuleh-recs!!!

Read under the cut or on AO3.

Phantom has no idea how he ended up in there; what good he has done to deserve ending up in there. From the moment he got summoned he has seen how tight the ghouls are, how they are not only band and packmates, but that they are a family.

The quintessence ghoul did not dare think—did not dare hope—that he was special enough to become a part of it. He came as a replacement, who knew if he would even stay there and not get sent right back to the Pit after the tour? For a few hundred years of his life down there he had never gotten anything good, no reward for surviving that long.

He had been alone, lived in pain and sorrow for centuries. Getting summoned Topside seemed like a turn, like his life would finally get better, but he didn’t dare hope in case it all gets snatched away the second he believes it’s real.

But in moments like these, he does believe it's real.

Over a year and a half later Phantom still doesn’t know how and why, but he’s there with them and it’s all that matters.

They have been at it for hours…days, maybe; none of them knows. It’s slow, languid—an indulging slide of sweat and slick covered bodies against each other.

Phantom is floating, he’s somewhere far, far away, kept on Earth only by the gentle, yet somehow still firm, grip of…Rain, he thinks. His eyes are closed, he’s just sensation, he can only feel. The hands on him are pleasantly cold—just as the tentacle buried inside him up to the very hilt, filling him up nicely—but there’s warmth at his back, a rhythmic rub of knuckles against his spine.

An image flashes before Phantom’s eyes. Of the night he got summoned, of him lying curled up and shaking in the summoning circle; covered in blood, with shredded claws, and missing half a horn, half an eye, and half a tail. He has been afraid most of his life in the Pit, but it was nothing in comparison to the fear that paralyzed him at that moment—when he took in all those big ghouls standing over him, surrounding him, looking ready to pounce.

There was no real warmth in their eyes, then.

But warmth does flood him as he realizes how it all turned out. How…how loved he is, now, how he is finally safe. Exactly all of the things he never dared even hope were possible

Phantom opens his eyes and looks right into Rain’s, and even though the water ghoul’s gaze is like a window into the freezing ocean’s depths, it is warm and full of affection.

He feels as if he will cry and he just might when it all calms.

“You’re doing so good for us, batsy,” Rain smiles down at him, moving his hips as smoothly as only a water ghoul can manage; with the feel of water herself in it. The quintessence ghoul gasps and suddenly all of his body is a single raw nerve when Rain’s tentacle hits some secret place inside him and makes a bolt of electricity go through him.

“So good for us,” Mountain echoes from behind him, rasping it right into Phantom’s ears. His hand is moving under him, rubbing his fat clit with one hand and holding the small ghoul against his chest with the other thrown across his middle.

Phantom could die right here and now and he would be the happiest ghouls to have ever lived.

Rain moans and the quintessence ghoul sees his tail twitch where it’s coiled around his own thigh. He hangs his head and rests his forehead against Phantom’s and a purr breaks out of the younger ghoul when the other takes a moment to affectionately rub their faces together. 

“I love you,” Phantom mumbles, earning himself a big, wet and sloppy kiss in return. Rain licks into his mouth—runs his tongue over his fangs and gums, as if exploring. As if he isn't familiar with every single inch of him yet. The quintessence ghoul whimpers and opens up even more, letting Rain overtake him in any way that he might desire.

Mountain seems to be feeling left out. He hooks his chin over Phantom’s shoulder and leans up to press his lips against whatever he can reach. It just so happens to be the water ghoul’s fluttering gills and neither of them will complain about it.

The earth ghoul slides his unglamored tongue against the slits in Rain’s neck and revels in the sweet noise that he lets out; that is swallowed by Phantom right away.

His cunt squeezes around Rain’s cock and he loses a bit of the control he’s still somehow hanging onto. Phantom is so warm and slick and silky inside it’s maddening and Rain’s tentacle does what it wants with little to no regard to what the water ghoul wants from it. Paired with Mountain’s wet tongue on and in his gills, Rain’s absolutely losing his mind.

He kisses the quintessence ghoul as if he’s the last thing he would ever get to taste, sucking the breath straight out of his lungs and letting it out into Mountain’s mouth through his gills. It all feels sickly good, ecstatic, and none of them seems to be getting enough. They would spend hours, days, years in each other’s arms if only it were possible. They just might try.

Rain thrusts in and out of Phantom’s cunt harder and faster with every second, slapping against the back of his thighs and spreading his legs even more than they already are—held as such by Mountain’s own hooked over his knees. It’s a beautiful tangle, but when Phantom is going to regain his energy later, he will definitely need to sooth them all with quintessence.

It’s irrelevant now as they’re lost in pleasure of each other's bodies.

Rain punches a pretty little moan out of Phantom with every single thrust, josling him on top of Mountain who’s still rutting his stiff clit against the quintessence ghoul’s back and his own hand. It’s far from being particularly satisfying, but there’s no place he’d rather be right now.

He kisses and bites and sucks at the gorgeously splotchy purple-white skin of Phantom’s shoulder, turning the pale parts violet by worrying it between his teeth. Tiny scars that are littered all over the young ghoul feel like satin under his tongue and Mountain wishes there would be more words that he could mumble into his skin and mouth to make him realize how wonderfully beautiful he is.

There’s no way Phantom realizes, no way he sees himself like Mountain—like all of his pack, for that matter—sees him. If he did, there would never be any doubt in his seeing eye, no accusation of ugliness or wrongness.

Sometimes it is still, and the earth ghoul will work incessantly with all the others to get rid of any doubts once and for all. They all do that for each other, they are all the most gorgeous creatures to each other.

Mountain gets lost in thought despite the fire raging around him, the arousal thick like smoke in the air. They’re all choking on it and gasping—desperate for fresh air—into each other’s mouth, trying to breathe it out of each other.

One of Rain’s hands moves, stops gripping Phantom’s hip as if he would turn to dust the moment he lets go, and ends up on Mountain’s burning cheek. It cups it lightly, in a manner not fitting the sinfulness of their current endeavors.

The water ghoul pulls his mouth away from Phantom’s for a moment—his lips swollen and deliciously shiny with saliva—and graces Mountain with a smile before leaning down and giving him a taste, too. He always tastes so sweet, the earth ghoul can never get enough of any part of him. 

The involuntary growl that rips itself out of Mountain when Rain pulls away reminds him of the night Phantom got Topside. It was terrible, the worst summoning ritual he has ever witnessed and his stomach still turned uncomfortably at the memories. He growled similarly then—though way louder and with a different intention—and he knows he scared Phantom to death. If scaring him more than he already was was even possible then.

Mountain growled out of instinct at whoever did all that to him, though, not at the poor ghoul himself. The moment he saw him, he recognized him as pack and earth ghouls were considered the most territorial, protective and possessive for a reason. If not a tight grip Dewdrop has had on his hand, Mountain would launch himself into the closing portal and give Phantom’s abusers—whoever they were—similar treatment. If not worse.

It would have definitely been worse.

So much worse.

Now, though, the quintessence ghoul is so soft and pliant in his arms, and the noises spilling from his lips one by one are as sweet as they get. There are times where Mountain regrets not being as close with Phantom as some of the others have gotten over time, even despite his feelings, but when it really matters, the earth ghoul is there for him. And regardless of whether Phantom knows it or not, Mountain would rip apart everyone and anyone that would ever dare to raise a hand at him.

His thoughts wander too much, he realizes, but at least it gives him some more time before he blows. It would be a shame to do so prematurely and even though he knows it’s a certain feature of his that his packmates adore exploiting, he would rather hold out and be able to enjoy the act fully.

His position is awkward at best, but he manages to hook his hand down between his legs and sink two fingers into his creamy cunt. He can neither get them deep enough nor stimulate himself in any meaningful way, but stalling is his goal here.

Mountain’s other hand travels from Phantom’s waist to his thighs and down, between them, where Rain is fucking into him with abandon. The earth ghoul wants to feel, to run his rough, calloused fingertips against Phantom’s folds, the place where the other two are joined, slip one digit inside him alongside Rain’s cock.

“Mounty–” the water ghoul gasps and pulls back a fraction, just enough to give Mountain space to grab his cock. He smirks against Phantom’s neck and wraps two fingers around the base of Rain’s tentacles, caressing the soft, barely there, suckers on the underside of it.

The quintessence ghoul moans loudly and wiggles his hips, clearly not satisfied with the other pausing. Mountain hums and the moment he pulls his hand back, Rain is slamming himself back into Phantom’s cunt, so deep he feels him in his throat.

The earth ghoul grits his teeth and pulls both of his hands away to put them on Phantom’s skinny hips and grip him tightly, holding him against his chest so hard he bruises. They both might.

“C–close…” Rain cries out, shoving his face into the other side of Phantom’s neck and taking it—surprisingly gently—between his teeth.

“Uh-huh, fill me up, Rainy,” Phantom begs and even though it’s not meant for him, it makes Mountain groan. For the water ghoul it’s all it takes, he sinks his fangs deep into Phantom’s shoulder as his tentacle buries itself equally deep in his cunt. His hips twitch weakly as he spills inside the younger ghoul, filling him up with cum that will definitely make both him and the bed glow once it gets dark.

Not that it’s a disadvantage; Rain would lie if he said he did not enjoy marking his lovers with something inherently him that can’t be gotten rid of as easily as just wiping it off with a wet cloth.

Phantom and Mountain will glow with his cum—even if the latter just from it spilling everywhere—and Rain will take great pride in it. He can’t wait to stare at it leaking out of the quintessence ghoul’s pretty pussy, it'll match the galaxies of his skin perfectly.

“Fuck, feels s’good, Rainy,” he whines as he clumsily tries to hook his legs on the water ghoul’s hips and bring his even closer. He would have to quite literally split him open and crawl inside to do that, but it doesn’t stop Phantom from craving such closeness. Not after he spent centuries without experiencing a gentle touch.

Rain is breathing too heavily to be able to speak—his post-nut dizziness has to cease first—but Mountain is still there, still rutting his little cock against Phantom’s back.

“Come on, iris,” he hums into his ear, nipping at the shell of it with a fang. He gives up holding the quintessence ghoul down in lieu of pinching his nipples and pulling just enough to rip a pretty whine or two out of him. “Come on, make our dear petal even wetter. Soak us all.”

Phantom is unable to resist such a delightful image. His back arches so far it looks painful—it is for Mountain as he crushes his chest, even considering how much smaller Phantom is than him—as a loud wail falls from his lips. His cunt grips Rain’s cock like a vice as he cums and the water ghoul cries out quietly at the tightness on his overstimulated flesh.

“Oh–ah…shit,” Mountain swears under his breath, hastily getting one of his hands back on himself. He grinds against the heel of his palm for a few short moments more, letting out a series of breathy little gasps and whimpers, before he cums, too, folding in on himself as much as Phantom’s now limp body lying over him allows.

As soon as the earth ghoul goes boneless, Rain flops down right over Phantom, effectively turning the three of them into a very messy sandwich. They pant into each other, slowly coming down from their respective highs and back to reality.

The quintessence ghoul feels soft lips on his shoulder and he trills happily when he realizes it’s Mountain lazily kissing his splotchy skin and licking at the slowly bleeding bite left by Rain. He tips his head back and nuzzles against the other’s cheek.

In the meantime Rain does the same to Phantom’s chest, rubbing his face against him affectionately; not unlike a cat. It’s adorable—all of them are—even considering what debauchery they just indulged in. Still are; Rain didn’t even pull out.

Someone should move and reach for one of the water bottles on the nightstand, but it suddenly feels way too far. All their limbs burn, but it's a pleasant ache, one that they will revel in for the next few days, especially when all the memories come flooding back. Or when it will make them come flooding back.

Phantom purrs quietly between the other two—the ghoul loving to be stuffed full and squeezed above anything else. Rain giggles, all giddy out of nowhere, and kisses a tiny beauty spot just next to the quintessence ghoul’s nipple; resisting the urge to bite down on it. Another time.

They lay like this for a while, letting their minds float and their bodies relax and get back on the horny track. They have all evening and night, after all.

“I want you both to get inside,” Rain mumbles into Phantom’s chest after a while, his own having finally paused heaving with exertion. He’s obviously not done yet and he’s ready to go on. “Both of you in my gills.”

Mountain sighs—though not with exasperation—and wiggles an arm out from where it got squeezed between Phantom and himself. They will have to part if the water ghoul wants to go again, but for now he just blindly pats around looking for the gills on Rain’s ribs. He grumbles, though, wiggling on top of them both and making Phantom moan as the suckers of his cock pull on his hole where it’s still snug inside him.

“Not fingers,” Rain clarifies, sounding pouty. “Your cocks.”

“Oh,” Phantom whimpers at the thought alone. That would be neither very possible nor safe with an actual cock, but with their perfectly cute little t-dicks…well, Rain wants to have them everywhere that they can go.

He peels himself off of Phantom and rolls over to the side to sit up and help the younger ghoul up, too. He pulls him into his lap for a few sweet kisses and affectionate nuzzles as Mountain gets himself together. As much as possible in such circumstances, at least.

“How, petal?” he asks, but Rain simply lays down in his place instead of replying. He wraps his tail around Phantom’s slight waist and pats his chest in invitation. The quintessence ghoul scrambles to straddle him, throwing a leg over him; so eager to both please and feel good himself again.

Mountain hums, considering, before moving to Rain’s other side and kneeling over him, a bit lower than Phantom. He hands the water ghoul a pillow to support his neck in the awkward position and—the not-so-secret little shit that he is—lowers himself and drags his cunt over the frilly gills on Rain’s ribs as he tries to get comfortable.

He smirks at the wrecked noise that he lets out at that and settles himself over him more comfortably, waiting for Phantom to do the same.

“C’mon, boys, gimme,” Rain whines and even though the quintessence ghoul is terrified of breaking his damn neck, he braces himself against the headboard and leans forward to nudge his clit against the gills on the water ghoul’s neck.

Mountain goes first, though, wrapping an arm around Phantom for support and lacing the fingers of his free hand with Rain’s limply laying one. He rolls his hips gently at first, to get his little cock into one of the slits, and then with more purpose, to actually fuck inside.

It’s insane.

Rain moans loudly and lets his head roll to the side to give Phantom more space to slip inside, too, and—oh, Lucifer—does he. The young overeager ghoul goes right for it, pushing his fat clit into the water ghoul’s neck and humping him as best as he can while still trying to be somewhat careful. Though not for much longer, most likely.

All of Mountain and Phantom’s worries are quickly snuffed out by the delirious babbling and wrecked noises falling from Rain’s lips one by one. It shouldn't take long for him to start crying, the earth ghoul thinks.

Rain lays boneless under the two ghouls abusing the delicate organs of his that absolutely were not made for what’s happening. Satan must be proud of them sexualizing absolutely all parts of their human-ish bodies, though.

One particularly pained wail of Rain’s makes Mountain freeze and look over Phantom’s shoulder at his face, searching for what caused him the hurt. Nothing, it turns out.

“T–tentacle,” Rain whimpers in explanation and squeezes his eyes and the earth ghoul gets it. He looks behind himself to see that Rain’s cock decided it’s bored and that it’s the perfect time for it to slip inside his ass and help the other two ghouls to get him to cum. “Oh fuck.”

Mountain knows as well as anyone that Rain’s little friend loves to be a menace.

He pushes his clit back into the water ghoul’s gills and humps him in quick little thrusts, moaning at the bursts of cold air on his sensitive flesh as Rain breathes. His gills are cold and slimy and tight, and not a lot of things feel tight on Mountain’s cock—he’s losing his mind.

Rain squeezes his hand, moaning as his own tentacle and the two ghouls fuck the living shit out of him while all he can do is just lay there and take it. He wouldn’t have it any other way. Phantom whimpers above him as he’s rutting against his neck and with great effort the water ghoul looks up at him. He looks absolutely blissed out and that little crease between his eyebrows is positively one of the cutest things he has ever seen.

Rain wiggles his free hand from where it got trapped under the quintessence ghoul’s knee and shoves it between his legs, parting them to get to his cunt. It’s sopping wet with his slick and Rain’s own cum and he can’t help but blindly scoop some up and shove it back inside with three fingers.

The quintessence ghoul whines and his legs shake as he’s still doing his very best to fuck Rain’s gills properly. His clit isn’t long enough to choke him, but it’s fat enough to stretch the delicate slits on his neck and that in itself makes the water ghoul’s brain leak out of his ears.

Once again Mountain seems to be jealous. Just a healthy amount. He all but pouts as he whines, looking down at Rain and squeezing his hand to get his attention. He’s absolutely adorable when he's so needy.

“Petal, gimme…” he begs. “Feelin’ empty like that.”

“Oh, baby,” Rain coos, concealing the smirk that’s pulling on his lips. Somehow; he’s barely still coherent. He uncoils his tail from around Phantom’s middle and wraps it again around Mountain’s. Loosely, so the tip of it can dip between his cheeks and rub between his soaking wet folds before plunging inside to fill him up. The earth ghoul cries out and hunches his shoulder against the added stimulation. 

Out of nowhere Phantom whips his head around and throws an arm around Mountain, desperately trying to bring himself closer without pulling out of the tightness of Rain’s gills. The earth ghoul leans forward and smashes his face against the other’s in something that could barely be called a kiss. They lick at each other sloppily for a while, until a jab of Rain’s fingers inside Phantom makes him jolt and straighten back up.

The water ghoul would also demand a kiss from him, but even with Phantom’s bendiness it wouldn’t be possible. He’ll get all the kisses and more later. For now, Rain is satisfied with staring at Phantom—into his eyes.

As he does, he remembers his summoning day. It was a horrid sight. Smell and noise, too, it all went so wrong, even though, apparently, the ritual itself was the least of the young ghoul’s problems that day.

Rain was terrified, then, frozen against the cold stone wall as he watched with wide eyes as the mauled, barely alive ghoul literally crawled his way out of the Pit. Phantom probably doesn’t remember that, but it was the water ghoul who his eyes fell onto first. Or rather one eye, because the other was shredded and so his eyelid was shut. They saved it—Aether and Omega—but it remains blind; a milky white with a purple crack going right through the middle of it.

Still beautiful.

Rain tells him as much and watches the blush on his cheeks deepen impossibly.

So, so beautiful.

From the moment Rain’s fear for his life dissipated that day, he knew that he was going to take care of that broken little thing, that he was going to show him what safety and love means.

Looking at him now, he considers himself successful.

Phantom holds onto the headboard in front of him and the earth ghoul’s thigh behind him as he fucks Rain’s gills and rides his fingers at the same time and the water ghoul can’t get enough of him. His mouth feels dry and he’s worrying his bottom lip between his sharp fangs when an idea sparks in his foggy brain.

“Bat–batsy, come on,” he mumbles, pulling his fingers out of him and freeing the other hand of Mountain’s grip. The earth ghoul grumbles at it, but he’ll get a reward soon enough. Rain paws at Phantom’s thighs clumsily, scratching him some with his glamored claws as he tries to pull him forward.

The quintessence ghoul is confused for a moment, but when Rain lolls his tongue out and looks at him pleadingly it starts to make sense. Phantom grunts and fulfills the other’s request by settling himself over his face. Slick and cum drip from his cunt in fat drops right into the water ghoul’s mouth. He moans at the taste, tips his head back and pulls at his thighs to make him sit down.

Phantom is strong, but his legs have been shaking for a while now. He drops down concerningly hard, but Rain doesn’t seem to mind. The quintessence ghoul doesn’t have the time to worry about it either, when the other immediately plunges his tongues deep inside and starts to fuck him with it.

The quintessence ghoul leans back against Mountain and moans pathetically as Rain eats him out like a man starved, licking his own cum out of him. The earth ghoul keeps fucking Rain’s gills, but he manages to hook his chin over Phantom’s shoulder once again, to look down at how his clit twitches with every move of the water ghoul’s tongue.

He’s drowning in slick and Mountain can feel on his cock when he starts to breathe through his gills more. Rain’s nose nudges Phantom’s clit with every little roll of his hips, following the same rhythm that the water ghoul moves his tongue in, and if Mountain thought noises that were spilling out of him earlier were sweet, these are pure sugar; truly a music to his ears.

The earth ghoul feels something leathery on his stomach and when he looks down he sees it’s Phantom’s little tail wriggling against him, as if desperately trying to wrap itself around his waist in the typical affectionate ghoulish fashion. It’s too short, though, barely a half of what a normal quintessence ghoul Phantom’s age and size would have—and probably have had before the attack—and Mountain’s heart breaks.

He reaches down to caress the adorably eager little thing before prompting it to wrap around his forearm. Phantom doesn’t even notice, not really, but a happy chirp breaks out of him in between the moans pulled from him by Rain when the comfort of having his tail wrapped around a part of a ghoul he loves registers in his brain.

The soft moment is perfect, but it doesn’t last long—getting concealed by Rain bringing Phantom closer and closer to the edge. Mountain looks over his shoulder again, not being able to resist staring at how blissed out the water ghoul looks drowning in pussy.

Soon enough the quintessence ghoul’s claws dig into Mountain’s thigh and a sinful noise falls from his lips as he cums with a shudder, soaking Rain’s face, neck and chest. The amount of slick glistening on his steel blue skin makes the earth ghoul’s head spin and it takes no more than a few clumsy rolls of his hips and a burst of cold air on his clit as Rain gasps to throw him over the edge, too.

He goes rigid, squeezing the water ghoul’s middle with his muscled legs and moaning wantonly. Phantom falls back against him and the two of them might be crushing Rain under them a little, but he doesn’t complain. Quite the opposite, actually—his mouth hangs open in a groan as he takes in the debauched image above him and feels his tentacle wriggle inside himself. His orgasm crashes into him just a second later and a single tear of positive overwhelm rolls down his flushed cheek.

All three of them sag and flop down right where they are and they don’t move for a longer while, too worn down to even make a muscle twitch—just lying with their limbs all tangled together in a sweaty pile of content, fucked out ghouls. Phantom either passes out or falls asleep for a moment, because the next thing he knows is Mountain hanging above him stroking his cheeks with a soft smile on his face. Rain is nowhere to be seen.

“You did so good for us, honey,” the earth ghoul praises between kisses he’s peppering all over Phantom’s exhausted body now, wherever he can reach. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Rain disappear into a bathroom. He blinks slowly and tries his best to focus his gaze on Mountain and to smile at him. He manages—although rather goofily, making the other giggle. “You’re so adorable, iris.”

Phantom trills at the attention and scrunches his nose up at the other. He chuckles as he brings a bottle of water to his lips and cradles the back of his head, helping him take a few sips. It doesn’t take long for him to give in to the compelling urge that’s pulling his eyelids back down. Distantly he hears some shuffling and Rain and Mountain exchanging a few words. He also feels a warm, wet cloth being run all over him, cleaning him up with all the care in the world as he dozes off.

“I’lov’y’both,” he slurs, half asleep already. He thinks he hears chuckles in response, and maybe he feels some more soft kisses on both his cheeks.

The quintessence ghoul isn’t entirely sure of what happens then, but the pleasant warmth and a sound of happy content purring all around him must mean he’s engulfed in the others’ arms. He wraps his sore arms around a soft body next to him and clings to it with all his might, even though he knows they’re not going anywhere.

He finally knows.

When he does finally fall asleep it’s with a smile—knowing he is safe and loved as a part of a one of a kind family, and that no harm will befall him ever again.

A few hours later, when Dewdrop comes in to check on them and leave more water bottles and some snacks on the nightstand, he sees the whole bed and all three ghouls glowing faint purplish blue in the darkness. He smirks, noticing that the light is most concentrated where Phantom has his thigh hooked over Rain’s hip. And on Rain’s face, for some reason.

They had fun, then. Clearly.

[haetrack]

so umm idk if you are ok with this or would answer it but uh Renjun....crying, like he was upset and worried about something. you were trying to comfort him and he was pretty much teary eyed, he looked so pained and small that u wanted to hug him and all his worries away forever but he also looked so pained...so pretty, so mall, so...(dacryphilia noises) that you lowkey highkey wanted to kiss the shit outta him and definitely make him cry for other much better reasons 😔

DNYL Renjun started it all, made me symapthize yet my mind go haywire

Also can i be 👾 anon

HELLO 👾 ANON… accidentally making this way more complicated than it should be like why am i here w art student renjun hurt comfort um

as soon as renjun enters your apartment, you can tell something is off. he sends you a soft smile as he sits next to you on the couch, but it fades quickly. he stares off into the show your watching, not really paying attention. you recall the critique he had today, “how did everything go?”

he sighs, looking away from you before speaking, “fine, i guess. none of the feedback i got was bad, so…”

you smile, “well, that’s good!”

he shrugs, “but that’s the thing. no one had anything bad to say, but no one had anything good to say, either.” when he turns to look at you, there’s tears forming in his eyes. he continues, “after that, it just kind of felt like my work showed no emotion. even after i explained it, no one showed any interest.”

“you can explain it to me,” you say, quiet enough for him to hear.

he blinks, tears slowly rolling down his face, “you- you would want to?”

his cheeks are a pretty pink from his crying, and all you want to do is lean over and place a few kisses on them. “i do,” you move to hold his hand, “anything you do, i’m interested in.”

he laughs a bit, wiping away at the pretty tears that escape him, "really?"

“of course. you’ll show it to me later, right?”

he laughs a little, stray tears slipping out, “i can't say no to you.”

you smile at him before leaning over to give him a kiss. you couldn’t help it. you don’t know exactly why, but you realized just how pretty he looks when he cries. you don’t see it a lot, but it’s somewhere between him looking and being so vulnerable around you that makes you appreciate so much.

renjun lets out a small whine as you kiss him harder. your hand makes it to his cheek, pulling him in closer. you can feel how warm his face is, enjoying the small noises he lets out against your lips. all you want to do is hear more, hear him let out cries because of how good you feel, taking him away from the stress of his class.

which is why you push him down on the couch, quickly joining him in another kiss. he lets out a moan at the feeling of your body on top of his, caging him in. when he pulls away from the kiss, a breathy laugh fills the air, "what's gotten into you? i was just crying in front of you five seconds ago!"

you get a little shy, moving to mumble something into his neck, kissing the skin right after. he chuckles before pulling your face back up, "you can tell me. i won't even laugh."

you take a deep breath, looking away from him, "you looked pretty when you were crying."

renjun blinks at you. he doesn't laugh, but he is a little shocked. he stutters a bit, "you liked when i- when i cried?"

you nod, "i just wanted to make sure you were okay but you just looked so- you're so pretty."

he lets out a groan when he feels you grind down onto him, his hands flying to your ass to keep you in place. you can feel him hardening under you, wanting nothing more than to make him feel good. your voice comes out whiny when you speak, "is it bad that all i wanna do is see you cry again?"

he watches you lower yourself to his cock thats straining against his jeans, undoing them. he shudders when you trace a finger along his clothed length, letting out shallow breaths as his hooded eyes follow you. he tries to keep himself together when you peel off his boxers, "are you gonna..."

you smile at him, mind too hazy at the thought of him, "you never let me do this, let me make you feel good, too, renjun."

he easily breaks when he watches you lick at his tip, moving to rest on his elbows so he can see you better. he tries to keep his eyes from shutting and hips fucking into your mouth when you slowly take him in. there's a reason he never lets you do this to him, you look so good to where he cums too quick.

he can feel himself nearing the edge already with how you're working him. one of his hands meets the top of your head, guiding you along his length. he groans out your name, one of his hands snaking down to hold yours.

you can feel him start to twitch in your mouth. your tongue teases his tip, gagging slightly when he accidentally fucks his cock deeper down your throat. you look up at him, slightly teary eyed, and that's when renjun cums.

he can see what you mean by someone being a pretty crier, the sight of you looking at him proving your theory. he sits up, hands holding your head, keeping you in place as his cum shoots down your throat. you swallow as much of it as you can, pulling away from him with a smile on your face.

he falls back down onto the couch, "i get it now."

you nuzzle into his chest, "i told you, pretty criers exist."

his arm wraps around your back, holding you close to him. he's glad you did this to him, taking away everything he was feeling before. you just have that kind of effect on him.

he's ready to settle in, but your hand trails down to his softening length. you look up at him through your eyelashes, "i didn't get to see you cry, though."

he hisses when you wrap your hand around his cock, "w-wait, i just came, so-"

"can you please cum for me one more time? i wanna see it, renjun..."

he can feel how sensitive he is, tears beginning to form in his eyes as you jerk him off. he can't help but get hard again. he just can't say no to you. as he begins to let out sobs of your name, all he wants to do is make you happy, too.

[suzukiblu]

Day seven of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

Kon zips up to Tim, puts the little clay goat in his hands with a quick "hold this," because he is clearly not aware of how the oils on people's hands can damage this kind of thing or concerned about how magic or cursed it may or may not be, and deals with the panicked thieves. Tim shakes the sleeves of his jacket down over his hands to hold the goat more carefully and watches attentively as Kon tosses them all into a pile and then ties them up with a combination of TTK and velvet divider ropes. Tim would not typically use velvet divider ropes as restraints, but imagines that choice probably works better with telekinetic reinforcement behind it.

Actually, it definitely does, because Kon just whapped Lisa upside the back of the head with a loose end of the heavy velvet divider rope when she started trying to squirm free. 

"Ow!" she yells indignantly. 

"How's that whole 'the idol will protect us!' thing going for you now?" Kon asks curiously. 

"You don't know the shape of its blessing!" Mark snarls, attempting to kick him. The effort is futile and pathetic and also pretty stupid, since if he actually managed to hit Kon he'd probably just break his foot on him, but whatever, not Tim's problem. 

"The shape of its blessing is a cute goat and a jail cell," Kon says. 

"We should probably find a staff member to take this, on that note," Tim says, glancing around for one. There's got to be somebody. The guards are an option, he guesses, once Kon gets around to untying them. But he definitely should not still be holding this goat, even with his sleeves tucked over his hands and him being as careful as he reasonably can about it. 

Seriously. Somewhere a museum curator is crying and doesn't even know why. 

"Oh, sure," Kon says. The guards' restraints all simultaneously fall off. Unfortunately, none of them happen to be wearing gloves or have sleeves as long as Tim's, so that's going to be an issue. 

"Thanks," Tim says anyway.

"Eh, it was nothing," Kon replies with a shrug. "Literally, this whole situation was nothing. Like, this situation was the opposite of a situation. Nothing even happened." 

And then Tim just . . . has an idea, almost. Or at least the nucleus of one. 

"You did save my life, actually," he points out, making his tone politely appreciative but also carefully casual. 

"No offense, but I save a lot of people's lives, that doesn't really stick out in my day-to-day activities," Kon says. 

"I don't know, it stuck out a bit for me," Tim says, and Kon laughs. 

"Okay, fair," he says, flashing him a grin. "You're not actually hurt or anything, right? Eardrum didn't rupture when the gun went off?" 

"Doubt it," Tim says. Frankly he's unspeakably lucky that it didn't, but Kon's TTK probably did block at least some of the sound. 

He really didn't know Kon could use it like this, to be honest. Kon cracks out his TTK every chance he gets and brags the whole time he does, obviously, but Tim's never seen him manipulate it quite this way. 

It occurs to him to wonder if that means it's a new trick, or if Kon just always wraps up hostages or threatened civilians in his aura like that and just never mentions it. It seems likelier it'd be a new trick, considering literally everything he knows about Kon and his desperate and unsubtle need for validation and attention, but Kon was so unshakeably confident in the move–and not in a brash or blustering way, but in an obvious, matter-of-fact certainty. Like he'd done it a thousand times and it hadn't failed him yet. 

Tim should definitely figure out a way to follow up on that later. 

"Cool," Kon says, then looks around the gallery again. Tim feels oddly bereft without his immediate focus. 

Stupid, stupid inadvisable crush. Ugh. Bats don't want to be the center of anyone's attention unless they're deliberately drawing fire away from someone else. Tim definitely doesn't want to be the center of anyone's attention. 

Except, apparently, for Kon's. 

This incident report is going to be nothing but lies. Filthy, shameless lies.

[heesdreamer]

omg can you do a spiderman au

FEAR OF SPIDERS

PAIRING ➩ spiderman! heeseung x reader

SUMMARY ➩ you’re pretty sure that your quiet and mysterious roommate just might be a serial killer… plus he’s weirdly afraid of spiders

WC ➩ 3k

WARNINGS ➩ none really other than descriptions of injuries and the brief mention of series killers lol

AUTHORS NOTE ➩ once again written at 4am and not proofread but im a big spider man nerd so this was fun and a perfect request for me

At this point you were pretty much convinced your roommate had to be a serial killer.

A bold assumption, you are aware, but ever since he moved in about 6 months, eagerly answering a Craigslist ad you had posted with suspiciously little amount of information on his page, you’d been attempting to understand him and his usual habits and this was the most solid conclusion you’d drawn.

Heeseung wasn’t a bad roommate necessarily, he kept in his own space and he very rarely made any messes. Honestly half the time you never even noticed somebody living with you, surprisingly light on his feet for how tall he was. He moved around the apartment silently during the rare times he was actually out of his room at the same time you were.

He was shy too you had noticed judging by the way he’d jump in shock everytime you rounded a corner abruptly or turn red and scamper off back to his man cave whenever you stared at him for a little too long. Not to mention the fact he was absolutely terrified of spiders apparently judging by the way he’d completely panic every time you screeched and announced the presence of one.

These fun fact were harmless though, so why did you think he was a serial killer?

Well the first thing you had noticed that was off about him was the fact he didn’t sleep. It took you almost 4 months to understand why he was always up before you or why he constantly had dark bags under his eyes. Your roommate simply did not sleep, maybe even during the day.

When you had told your friend Jake about this he had joked around that maybe your roommate was just a vampire. Jay, the more reasonable of your trio, had monotonely countered that guess and said that he was probably just a third shift worker and you were too nosy for your own good.

He was completely accurate in the second half of his statement, curiosity running through your veins and causing you to snoop one day while Heeseung was off doing whatever he did during sunlight hours. You’d called off from work sick, faking a pained groaned when your roommate yelled from the living room to announce the fact he was leaving and he hoped you felt better.

The second the front door was clicking shut as it closed off in the distance you had hopped out of bed, throwing your blankets to the side and racing to make sure the coast was truly clear before you began your investigation.

When you cracked open the door to Heeseung’s room after determining it safe to look, you knew you were doing something wrong and being overly invasive. Yet you couldn’t help the excitement that washed over you as you looked around his dark bedroom, somewhere you’d never even caught a glimpse inside before.

His room was spotless which surprised you considering how often he was inside of it, even eating his meals behind the closed door. There were no clothes hanging around and his bed was perfectly made like he’d never even laid on it before. He had a few posters hung up and you marveled at the bands he was seemingly interested in, wondering why he never said anything when he had heard you playing some of the same ones in the kitchen.

Despite being grateful you’d gotten some insight on who he was as a human being, nice to finally discover after all these months sleeping two doors down from a mere stranger, you were disappointed regarding the fact you’d found out absolutely nothing that would explain his weird behavior.

When you met back up with your friends a few days later to give them an update, one that they hadn’t asked for Jay begrudgingly reminded you, they had thought you were absolutely crazy. Even Jake who was originally on board with mission find-out-your-roommates-secret.

So you told then the second thing that you had noticed about the boy.

Heeseung was pretty and that’s one of the first things that drew you to him. After he had answered your ad with zero photos or information on his page other than his name, you’d requested to meet in a public place so you could make sure he wasn’t somebody crazy or trying to scam you. He eventually agreed hesitantly and two weeks later you were sat at a coffee shop as you waited for him to arrive.

The first thing you noted when he had walked in was that he was annoyingly handsome. Immediately followed by the fact he had the most gentle face you’d ever seen, big round eyes peering around the shop anxiously as he tried to spot somebody who looked similarly to your photo on your profile.

When you smiled and waved at him, calling him over to the table you were at, he had given you a small grin of relief and you immediately figured he was harmless.

So when he started to show up late at night, injured and bleeding, you thought that somebody had to be crazy to hurt a person as kind as Heeseung. At first you’d assumed he maybe had been mugged, finding bloody tissues and bandages left over in the bathroom trash one night.

It took three weeks for you to actually catch him coming home, staking out on the couch half asleep after you realized his bruises weren’t healing and more just continued to pop up. He’d staggered into the apartment around 5 in the morning, not noticing you sitting in the dark until you cleared your throat.

His eyes were immediately shooting towards yours, shocking you slightly that he was able to find you so fast considering how dark it was, and you saw his eyes widen from where his face was illuminated by the kitchen light in the distance.

“If somebody is messing with you, we need to go to the police.” Your voice was soft as you broke the tensioned silence, watching the way he tensed up at the last word you said and started to shake his head.

“I’m fine.” He mumbled back but you could hear the wince in his words and one of his hands came up to rest on his ribs.

You were getting off the couch and making your way over to him before he could disappear back into his bedroom and deal with it alone. He stiffened when you gently grabbed his hand and dragged him over to your shared bathroom, sitting him down on the toilet softly as you started to scramble and look for the first aid kit under the sink.

“You don’t have to tell me.” You shook your head as you looked and hoped he was paying attention to you. “But I took first aid in highschool and your wrap jobs are just terrible.”

He let out a little scoff of a laugh and then immediately bent over with a hiss of pain. You snapped your head up to look at him and your heart hurt when you saw the complete state of his face now that you were sat under better lighting.

His face was pretty much swollen or bruised in all areas and your stomach turned thinking about how bad the rest of his body must be. The blood from his split lip was dripping down onto his chin and shirt and you watched as he instinctively tongued at it before wincing in pain at the burning sensation.

You were standing once you found the wraps you were looking for and going back over to him, trying to ignore how cute he looked as he peered up at you from his spot on the toilet seat.

“You’ll need to take your shirt off.” You were whispering awkwardly and he froze for a second but eventually nodded.

Heeseung had been fit when you first met him but you weren’t unaware to the fact he had suddenly bulked up sometime this summer. It had confused you considering he didn’t seem like the type to work out and you couldn’t figure out for the life of you when he could possibly be making time for that, but the results were apparent as he nearly doubled in shoulder and arm width.

He started to try and pull his shirt over his head but he stopped abruptly with a low stretched out groan of pain, putting his arms back to his sides and shaking his head in denial.

You sighed and shifted closer to him, holding the hem at the bottom of his shirt with your fingertips and looking at him for permission. His eyes watched you for a second with a strange expression before he was nodding slowly, trying not to flinch away as you helped him undress and get it safely over his more intense injuries.

It was hard not to over react to the sight of his bruised chest but you didn’t want to upset him or make him less inclined to come to you for help. Heeseung’s body was pretty much a mess of colors, black and blue in most spots but some parts of his skin were tinted yellow like they were a few days old.

You glanced up at his eyes to find him already watching you, a dark expression on his face as he waited for you to say something. You imagined he figured you’d press him for answers about who had done this but you didn’t, nodding softly before moving closer to him so you could gently wrap him in the bandage.

He shivered slightly when your hands touched his skin, your fingertips brushing over him softly as you meticulously wrapped his ribs tightly in the material.

You tried to do a good job despite the fact he was still staring at you, watching you with those big eyes as you avoided meeting them. When you had finally finished he sucked in a deep breath in relief, the pressure helping the pain slightly.

He sat obediently as you continued to try and help relieve his suffering, letting you dab at the cuts on his face with a wet rag and apply ointment over them with trembling hands. When you were finished, neither one of you made a move to leave, so you sat down on the edge of the tub right beside the toilet.

Your knees knocked against his and he glanced at you, shocking you when he extended a hand in your direction. You took it gratefully, yours still shaking, and squeezed his warm skin in thanks.

It was weird for both of you to be in this situation together but it felt strangely natural and intimate. You can’t recall ever touching Heeseung like this or even hanging out with him for as long as this had been stretching on. You wondered if he was realizing the same things as he zoned out slightly.

“Why don’t you let me come with you tomorrow?” You were breaking the silence to suggest and his head whipped up to look at you with fear. “I won’t pry about wherever you go I promise but maybe they’ll leave you alone if you have company.”

He was swiftly turning on the toilet seat so he was facing you, his knee slotting in between yours as he grasped your hand with both of his and gave you a desperate look. “Y/N, look at me.”

“Under no circumstance can that happen.” He was shaking his head and squeezing your hand to properly get his point across. “And you absolutely can’t follow me, you need to promise me this.”

You watched him with a pained expression, feeling frustrated and helpless but also hearing the pure panic and sternness in his tone as he stared at you anxiously waiting for a solid response. He looked terrified at the thought of you going wherever he does and your stomach turned as you got a very bad feeling.

You were flipping your conjoined hands so yours were released and he glanced down at them in confusion but realizing you were wrapping his pinky in yours.

“I promise.” You whispered back to him.

That was the first time you had considered the possibly that Heeseung was into something very dangerous, that you had completely misjudged your soft gentle roommate and he was possibly as axe murderer or some kind of hit man.

“Maybe he’s Spider-Man.” Jake was exclaiming after you’d told them this and a few heads shot your way in the restaurant causing him to duck his head down.

Jay scoffed and rolled his eyes as he said this and you paid him no mind, the suggestion almost making less sense than his previously mentioned vampires. As far as you and the rest of the city were aware, there was only one Spider-Man in the whole world and it simply wasn’t possible that it coincidentally would be your awkward roommate.

“More realistically, he’s one of the bad guys Spider-Man beats up for a living.” You were shaking your head, knowing that statistically it made more sense.

“Why not just follow him then.” Jay was shrugging and taking a bite of his fry nonchalantly. “So what he told you not to, he might be a murderer. Why does what he says matter anyways?”

“He seemed really scared.” You were shaking your head as you sighed and leaned back in your seat. “I’m not going to die just because I’m too curious for my own good.”

“Well… we could always come with you if you’re worried.” Jake was slowly suggesting.

You glanced at him in surprise, not having thought of that for some reason. You looked over at Jay and expected to see him with a scowl, denying the idea of spying on your roommate on his only day off but he was surprisingly calm looking, shrugging his shoulders when he realized you were waiting for his opinion.

So that’s how you wound up in your current situation, ducking low inside Jake’s car with dark clothes and beanies on. You’d been preforming your amateur stake out for only two hours but there’d been no sign of Heeseung leaving your apartment building that you were currently parked in front of.

“Are you sure he’s even going to come out?” Jake was whispering from the drivers seat and you sat up to listen to him closer, elbows resting on the middle console between the two boys.

“He does every night.” You whispered back with a shrug and almost like you had summoned him, your roommate was slipping out from the lobbies from door and looking around his surrounding areas before starting to speed walk down the street.

Jake made a celebratory noise and started the car slowly, peeling off in a slow cruise around the block as you waited to see which direction Heeseung was going to turn to next. It’d been a few minutes of watching him before guilt started to settle in.

“Should we be doing this?” You sighed and rested your chin over Jay’s shoulder who was only paying half attention to the operation going on.

“Well he is kind of suspicious.” He murmured and you glanced at him from the corner of your eye as you waited for him to explain more thoroughly. “He looks over his shoulder every three seconds and he just totally ducked into that alley over there.”

Jay was right you realized as you picked your head up, not noticing you had completely lost sight of your roommate. Jake slowed to a stop behind a few cars, up the street from the alley Jay saw him disappear into and you waited to see if he would come back out or if there was maybe a secret business or club residing back there in the darkness.

It was only about 30 seconds before something was shooting out of the alley and the three of you froze, jaws dropping open almost comically as you pieced together what it was that you had just potentially saw.

“Oh no fucking way.” Jay was sitting up in his seat and showing his widest range of emotion and interest, finally seemingly invested in this situation as he leaned forward to try and look outside the front window. “Dude that was…”

“Spider-Man.” Jake was exclaiming excitedly, hollering as he gripped the steering wheel and shook it slightly, glancing back at you with a childish amount of happiness on his face.

Despite the superhero’s alarmingly large presence in the city and the feeling that he was constantly looking over everybody’s shoulder, you hadn’t actually ever seen him for yourself until he just swung his way out of the alley and off into the city skyline.

You were ignoring the two boys excitement and jumping from the car, their yells of confusion as they told you to come back bleeding off into the distance as you sprinted towards the alley. Half of you expected to see a bloody Heeseung sprawled against its wet cement floor but the other half wasn’t that surprised when you spotted nothing but his sweater and pants carefully folded and tucked away.

You could hear your friends shoes against the sidewalk before you saw them and they paused when they realized what you were approaching, grabbing the clothes in your hands and turning to look at them.

“Well fuck.”

[elynvia]

Mistake P.2

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pairing: Chester x reader

warning: none

Chester always knew luck wasn't on his side. If anything, it was against him. Even though he's a joker, his only way to win is to be a sly fox and cheat or just cheat. It's not like he ever had anything against it. If it brought him the victory, he didn't mind.

Yet he couldn't do the same when it came to {reader}. The last time he tried to make a move and confess, it ended with a pink explosion and annoyed {reader}. This time, he had a better idea!

It started in the morning. The candy land has a basement with a lot of candy, in case if there's no way to deliver new or if a loved company doesn't produce more of their candy. The only one that has access to the basement is Mandy. Chester stole the keys.

"Are you sure Mandy allowed us to go here?" {reader} asked while standing with Chester in front of the door to the basement.

"Of course! Don't you trust me?" He laughed. "No, not re-" "You don't have to answer" Chester opened the door. He let {reader} go in first, and only when they entered and weren't looking, he let the keys fall in the hallway and the door close.

"So, why are we here?" {reader} was looking around the basement. It wasn't a scary and dusty one. It actually looked exactly like the store above, just instead of daylight, they were lamp lights instead.

"Ehm, I guess she said something about.. strawberry gum? I guess the delivery guy didn't show up and-"

"Wrong. He was here 30 minutes ago, and he did have strawberry gum. I refilled the jar myself!" {Reader} interrupted immediately, looking at him with a frown. Chester was quiet for a moment. He hasn't seen the delivery guy.. Damn luck..

"Are you accusing me in leading us both in this basement without Mandy's knowledge or permission to do so!?" Chester gasped while {reader} just stared at him. They just walked past him towards the door.

"Give me the key" They said. Chester checked in his pockets, then somewhere on his chest and even under his hat. He gasped again.

"No way! The keys are gone!" He exclaimed dramatically, like he always did.

"Are you serious!?" {Reader} shouted. "Ugh! You are so..! So..!"

"So what?" Chester smirked while {reader} was ready to jump on him and throw hands.

"You better sleep with your doors and windows closer, cause I'm will be coming for you" They said through their teeth. Then, they walked past him, bumping their shoulder again his. Chester chuckled.

"Don't be so negative! Look at the bright side!" Chester walked behind {reader} "You get to spend time with me!" He said with a bright smile as he stood in front of {reader}, closing their way towards wherever they were heading. Probably away from him.

{Reader} rolled their eyes, even though they would prefer to roll Chester’s neck. They sighed. "Let's just hope Mandy will find us" They said and sat on the flour, leaning against the wall.

Chester sat next to them, looking at them. {Reader} took some candy from the jar next to them and started to eat it. He liked to watch them. He was trying to study them, like he studied his opponents, but in this case, to know them better and be closer to them.

"Stop staring" They said, not looking up at Chester.

"Listen, what about we go eat some ice cream after Mandy finds us" He suggested. He could feel a tightness in his chest. His heart betting slightly faster, but his face didn't show a hint of nervousness.

{Reader} looked up at him now. They raised their eyebrow, staring at him. "Wha– So first you close us up here and now you want to go on a date with me?"

Chester nodded with an amused smile. He looked fine while he prayed they would agree. The worst they can say is no. He heard several times, yet he knows cases where it was way worse than a no.

{Reader} was quiet for a moment, looking at him, like waiting for him to say that it's a joke. He didn't, though. "I.. I will think about it"

"Really!? Cool!" Chester chuckled. It wasn't a yes or a no, but it wasn't worse than a no! {Reader} smiled alongside him. They were let out of the basement eventually. Mandy also nearly killed them. But it didn't matter, at least not to Chester. He was the happiest he had been in a while.

[chaifootsteps]

my bets for the next three HB episodes:

Blitzo seeing the ghost of his mother is his big cathartic moment that will be his character development. he'll change from this point on - and by change I mean he'll still be rude to Moxxie but he'll forget ever having stood up for himself in order to be Stolas' knight in shining armor who exists solely to help him fix problems Stolas himself caused. at worst they'll even make his mother imply he needs to change to find love again instead of anything cathartic for Blitzo's trauma, like telling him it was just an accident and she didn't blame him. the show won't even pretend to care about the business from now on

the Millie suicide thing will still happen. knowing how long production takes and how much the crew refuses to change tack, the scene will basically be intact from the leaks

probably a brief flashback to when Blitzo recruited Millie, to throw her fans some crumbs

Loona will...idk, have a line or two and that's probably it...? going by the ghost leaks she still hates Blitzo and he's fine with that, so no change there

Stolas will lose his titles/palace due to breaking demon law. Both he and the writers decide this is Blitzo's fault and act like not only did Stolas never have a choice, he did what he did to support the business and not to get sex. (the audience in unison responds with 'that's cap')

IMP are probably going to go on the run from DHORKs/CHERUB but decide to stay and defeat them easily since the writers can't be bothered with them and they're considered joke villains by Viv compared to the 'real' storyline i.e. the Goetia family drama. The cast once again acts like only Blitzo is responsible for them playing fast and loose with human disguises/general incompetence. The whole plot point is just an excuse for a lowest moment for Blitzo who feels abandoned by everyone until they come back and band together. This moment will likely be the closest thing to what the premise promised, if it isn't totally glanced over

Blitzo going to Stolas' rescue when he stupidly goes over to his now-iced over palace to talk to Via is framed as Blitzo's redemption.

Anyway, Blitzo fights against Andre despite him being way more powerful while Stolas clings to him like a tiny baby and does absolutely sweet FA to help out while IMP risk their lives for him, again. Stolas doesn't say thank you for this because of course he doesn't.

Somewhere in the midst of this Stol1tz happens and it's the worst ever. Only Blitzo risking his and his employee's lives is enough to have Stolas deign to forgive him

forgot to mention but it was probably implied - my cynicism has kicked back in so rn I'm betting not only does Stolas not apologize or learn anything, the show just moves on to the next thing like it was never implies in Apology Tour that he needed to learn anything. The show's position is Stolas Did Nothing Wrong and it sticks to it at all costs

season ends with Hell Christmas which is mostly indistinguishable from Earth Christmas for no reason. Stolas has lost Via but got Blitzo as a consolation prize, with Blitzo promising to fix yet more of Stolas' problems for him by taking responsibility for his daughter leaving him because of course none of this mess is Stolas' fault

(the rest of IMP is in the background somewhere; the show doesn't care what they're doing at this point)

100%. Blitzo's mom's ghost, assuming she doesn't outright tell him that Stolas is great and he's bad for not realizing it, is probably going to give him some spiel about how "he deserves to love and be loved" which he'll put into practice by continuing to abuse Moxxie but allowing Stolas to kick him in the head whenever it makes Stolas feel better.

Remember, Stolas is """"trying!""""

[midnight-mourning]

DCA Promptober Day 17: Found

I suggest reading Day 15 prior to reading this one, as they're connected. Do as you please though ^-^

Content warning: small injury mention

Word count: 1290

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The staff hallways are darker and more difficult to navigate than you remember. Course, when you're trying to move as quickly and silently as possible, it doesn't make things easier that's for sure. Last you checked the time it was around midnight, right when your shift should have started. Maybe if you'd chosen to come in now instead of earlier, you wouldn't be stuck in your current situation. 

A loud screeching sound echoing down the hall makes you flinch, but you ignore it. You already know it's Moon in the vents, trying to scare you. And succeeding. 

He's too big to fit through the grates however. That much you're mostly sure of. So you keep moving so that he at least can track where you are and find the opportunity to corner you. 

You try to rack your brain for where Connor and Garcia might be. El Chip had been a lucky guess for Rhoades, and if either of them are injured like he is, was, chances are they aren't thinking straight. Which means you need to move faster. 

You're still processing all of this, you don't understand why this is happening, why Moon's doing this to you all. Last you checked, none of the guards had a grudge against any of the animatronics. You know you didn't. Especially not the Daycare Attendant. They were harmless! Or at least, you'd thought they were. 

But still, they might've been a bit unnerving, especially the yellow one, but you'd thought Moon was sweet despite his outward appearance. You'd chat every now and then on your shift. Briefly, sure, but you'd enjoyed it. And what he said back there, about tricks. You haven't done anything to trick him, not that you're aware of.

You don't know whether it's a blessing or a curse when your radio crackles to life.

A whispering voice is on the line, "H-hey. Anyone there? Anyone, still, a-alive?" 

Connor. 

"Yeah, yeah I'm here, Tom," You answer, quiet as you can be. 

There's a pause, then a groaned chuckle, "Damn, we'd all thought you'd slept in late. Could've been, fuck, spared the trouble."

You try to huddle into a doorway to help muffle your voice, "Don't tell me he got you too, Tommy. Thought you were a track star?"

You aren't sure if the joke lands at first, but you're desperate to try and soothe the kid in some way. 

"Ah, just barely. He got lucky; I wasn't warmed up yet. But wait, did you also manage to skate by?"

"I-" You bite your lip, and shake your head, "Yeah, yeah I did." There was no point in bogging him down about Rhoades, would just make things worse. 

Tommy says a quiet 'Fuck yeah!' before speaking to you directly again, "You somewhere safe? I think if we can make it to morning it'll be okay. But if we can find the others before then I think we'll be better off."

Your heart twists at that, but again, it's better he doesn't know. You'd rather not send the 19-year-old into a panic attack. 

"Not exactly, but-"

A loud, very close screech interrupts you. That was right above your head. You stay motionless, too afraid to turn around. 

He can't get to you, he can't get to you, he can't get to you-

Another screech, and then a ripping sound. 

Just twisting slightly, you're shocked to see a blue claw poking out from the vent along a large slash line. The claw disappears then reappears to cut a parallel gash to the other one. 

He's making an opening. 

You need to run. 

You bolt down the corridor, booking it to where you think there's an opening back out into the atrium. Connor says something over the radio you're pretty sure, but you can hardly think over the sound of your breathing. 

There's a clattering crash somewhere behind you, followed by the jingling of several bells. It makes you move that much faster.

You make turn after turn, struggling to not lose your way in the dark and not lose yourself to fear as you come to the horrifying realization that Moon is gaining on you.

You'd have thought his height would be deliberating in this enclosed space, but you thought wrong it seemed. 

You don't realize how close he is until a hand grazes your shoulder. 

You shriek, turning while running to defend yourself. At the same time, you miss that you were about to turn the corner and slam into the wall. Shaking your head, you quickly back into a nearby doorway, whipping out your taser and pointing at the bot looming over you. 

He stares down at you, unmoving save for the rotating of his faceplate. 

Is he buffering? What's he waiting on? What does he want?

"Hey, you cut out. Maybe it's the signal, hard to tell in this stupid place." Your eyes and Moon's snap to your walkie that lays abandoned on the floor beside you. 

Tommy speaks up again, "If you do hear this, I'm gonna try and make my way back to the security office. See if I can't get eyes on the others. Worth a shot at least."

You flick your eyes up to Moon as he starts to chuckle.

You snatch up the radio, "Tom stay where you are, it's not safe-" 

Suddenly you're no longer holding the black box. A blue hand now wraps around it as the naptime attendant glares down at you. 

He wags his finger, "Naughty, naughty. That's cheating."

You hope that Tom heard you. You hope to god he stays put. 

"What'd you say? Couldn't make it out."

Your heart drops. 

He says your name a few times before you can only watch with dread as Moon crushes the radio in his hand. It falls to the ground in several pieces.

You back further into the door behind you, shaking your head, "No. No, no, no. Please. Do whatever you want to me, just don't hurt the kid. Please, I'm begging you."

A curious twist of his faceplate. Then suddenly, he lurches down toward you, coming eye to eye. You whimper and close your eyes, waiting for the worse. 

Moon snickers.

There's a poke to your face and you make another noise, flinching as your squeeze your eyes shut tighter.

"Found you~" He giggles, "You're not very good at hiding, Little Star."

He's toying with you now. You dare to crack open an eye. 

Moon's gaze is thin crescents as he pokes you again, then pinches your lips between his fingers. With him being this close, you can see there's a purple static over his optics. 

You swallow, "I, I guess not."

"Tell you what," He tilts his head, "One more chance, hm?"

He releases you, standing tall.

"What, what about, Tom?"

Moon growls, then chuckles, "Twenty minutes this time. Make them count."

Then he's gone, and you're left alone in the dark.

Again.

You sit up, running a hand through your hair. He's giving you an out, a chance. But you refuse to take it, you're not leaving Connor to die. Not like you did with Rhoades. 

As you stand, you go to feel your shoulder for the injury that's surely there and your adrenaline just hasn't let you register yet.

Imagine your surprise when your hand makes contact with warm cotton. 

Huh. But you could've sworn-another head shake. You need to find Connor, the two of you need to find Garcia, and all three of you need to survive.

Moon can play his games; you have other plans.

And somewhere, rapidly moving through the Plex in search of an unsuspecting security guard, a bot's internal timer clicks down from twenty to nineteen.

Tick tock.

Make it count.

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so ummmm, it's gonna be a three-parter guys. I'm sorryyy, I'm just having a lot of fun with this storyline and have it like, all planned out and keep thinking i'll get to my stopping point sooner than I actually am. Not to worry, it'll be one of the next couple of days of the prompts. Speaking of prompts, here's my responses to the others if you haven't seen them, thanks for reading!

[silverskye13]

"You're bleeding."

It's an obvious statement, one Tanguish feels a little foolish for. Of course Helsknight is bleeding. He just won his match. It's amazing how strong these Colosseum fighters are, how much damage they can do to each other, especially when they're matched up well. And Helsknight is the Champion of Hels -- if for no other reason than the popularity with the crowd, every one of his matches is a good match. It has to be. Anything less and it's not the Champion, is it?

Helsknight looks dazed. It's a familiar look. After a particularly rough fight. It's like the knight can't believe the fight has stopped. It takes a few minutes for his heart to stop sprinting. So he goes through the gate, dragging his sword up to the nearby wall and plants himself on the bench, and he stares into the middle distance, breathing, bleeding, waiting. It's a familiar look. Today he's spattered up to the elbow in blood, and it runs between the links of his chain mail in thin calligraphy lines. It gathers in the bends in his pauldrons, makes more stark the dent in his chest plate. If it's not cleaned and polished off in the next few hours, it'll settle in those places and poison them with rust, and the next time Helsknight fights, he'll be more vulnerable. Blood is such an insidious thing sometimes, the way it weakens when it flows.

Tanguish moves to the knight, a bowl of water in one hand, a healing kit in the other. He takes the knight apart like he's a machine, slipping delicate fingers across the gauntleted hand, undoing straps and buckles to show the bruised knuckles beneath the armor. Metal and leather can only do so much. Bodies break surprisingly well, when they're testing their limits. Helsknight sighs as Tanguish massages his hand, searching for broken bones. The knight is almost feverishly hot to his frost-laden touch, and Tanguish watches the swollen skin start to pale as the cold soothes it.

"You don't have to do that," Helsknight says, his voice a thin and distant rasp, still lost somewhere in the adrenaline crash. "Just... give me a minute to rest."

"I am," Tanguish answers him gently and keeps working, unclasping the buckles on the chest plate and pulling it free. He lays it gently on the ground, and takes pride in how Helsknight breathes easier. The knight rests, eyes fluttering half-closed and sighing as Tanguish works. Cold hands trace over blooded armor and fevered skin, setting right the wrongs. He dabs at cuts, eliciting hisses of pain that he immediately soothes. He puts ice to bruises, and water to sweat and blood, and Helsknight revives, slowly. His breathing lengthens and deepens. The flushed skin cools. The muscles relax.

"How did the fight go?" Tanguish asks when Helsknight's eyes flutter open again.

"I won."

"You can say it better than that."

Helsknight smirks, his vitality slowly returning. He sniffs and runs a tongue across his teeth, making room for the words where there once was blood. Tanguish doesn't know how the knight stands the taste, but then again, Helsknight has been in a great many fights. Maybe blood loses its flavor after so long.

"You watched the fight."

"And so did they," Tanguish looks up to the ceiling, where the cheering of the crowd still sometimes surges and roars. "But none of us can tell the story the way you can."

"Blood is memory without language."

"See, that's what I mean."

"Weaving bard's tales already?" someone asks, another fighter sitting on another bench, cleaning a bloodied sword. "You haven't even rested yet."

"He's resting now," Tanguish says, running the damp cloth over a gash in Helsknight's arm. That one will need stitches, or a health potion. Helsknight's hand shakes when Tanguish cleans it, and there's color in the cut that means its too deep, gruesomeness he doesn't want to put names to, for fear it'll make him sick. Helsknight spares the wound a glance before pointedly fixing his gaze away from it. It always strikes Tanguish as funny, that the knight can't look at his own wounds. He can inflict them, he can tend them in others, he can ignore them, but admitting he's wounded is a mountain he struggles to climb.

Helsknight closes his eyes again, but the eyelids keep moving, like a man dreaming or searching for words.

"Where do you want me to start?"

"When they opened the cage."

Helsknight nods. He sits in silence for a long moment. In a few days, when all wounds are healed and all aches soothed, Helsknight will write in a little book he keeps under his pillow:

Blood is memory without language The wounded creature screams And though the sand drinks life away We lay linked by crimson streams

Brothers you and I, creature Kin on parched and bitter sand Though mine is spilt for glory Yours is spilt by crowd's command

What place is this, what hell endured That brings us to this yield But happenstance and hubris And hungry crowd's bone field

What beast are you to me, creature What creature I to you You are a footnote in a story And I the death of you

Again repeat what we both know Whilst life, for now, entwine That we are linked in blood my love Shared memory divine

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SMELLS LIKE CINNAMON // ewan mitchell \\ part two

pairing: Ewan Mitchell x gf!reader

description: What's better than spending a perfect autumn day with your perfect boyfriend?

word count: 924 words

warnings: none, Ewan being an absolute sweetheart

The leaves rustled under your feet as you walked through the streets of Derby. You grew accustomed to the way of living here, although it took a while.

˝Want to sit down somewhere, love? Have a drink maybe?˝ Ewan asked, looking over the street.

˝I was thinking we could go and grab lunch once we're done with every task we got...˝ You said, looking up at him.

˝That sounds like a much better option, to be honest...˝He said and lifted your connected hands to his lips. ˝Where we off to next, hm?˝ 

˝I saw some really cute Doc Martens the other day... Was thinking of splurging a bit...˝ You giggled and he smiled.

˝Ok, let's go then!˝ Ewan exclaims and pulls you towards the store.

After trying on the shoes and getting into a small squabble on who should pay, you having won, Ewan and you finally made your way to the grocery store.

Ewan pushed the cart, while you followed the list and filled it up. Once again, there was a squabble on who should pay, only to have Ewan pay as you reached for your wallet. The older lady at the register smiled at you and giggled as you apologized.

Once you reached your apartment, Ewan unpacked as you went to take care of the laundry and the living room. Once all of that was done, you changed into more comfortable clothes and made your way to the kitchen.

˝What are you makin', honey?˝ You whispered, wrapping your arms around his waist.

˝Just some pasta... I know you really wanted to go to that Italian restaurant...˝ he said, lifting your hand for a kiss. You hummed, resting your head on his back.

˝We couldn't have known they were doing renovations...˝ You hummed and smiled. ˝Thanks, though.˝

˝Anything for you, love...˝ Ewan said through a soft smile. ˝I'll be done in a minute. Set the table, love.

˝Got it...˝ You said, kissing his neck lightly and moving to take out the dishes.

His food was delicious... It always is, he perfected the art of cooking. You weren't even close to his level, but it never bothered him. He loved cooking for you... He loved the excitement and the expression on your face when you enjoyed his cooking.

˝You're staring, Ewan...˝You said through a smile.

˝Mhm... I'm well aware...˝ He said through a dopey smile. ˝What did you plan on making?˝ He asked.

˝A few things, actually... Those apple crumble muffins and cookies, since there will be leftover crumble from one of the recipes... I have to make some sugar and chocolate chip cookies for the Autumn bake sale at college... And, of course, cake of the month!˝  You listed, smiling throughout.

˝Then what are we waiting for? There seems to be a lot to do.˝ Ewan said, standing up and picking up his plate. ˝I'll take care of the dishes and then we can start.˝

Now, unlike cooking, baking was your expertise. Cookies, cakes, and anything sweet always seemed to appear wherever you came. Ewan, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. Whenever he tried to bake something it was either under or over-baked... or flat-out burned.

˝Sweetheart, when does the crumble come in?˝ Ewan asked, sitting at the kitchen island.

˝Not yet... I still have to make the muffin batter.˝ You said, icing the cake in front of you.

˝Hm... When can we eat the cake?˝ He asked, making you smile.

˝Tomorrow. When your mum comes after church.˝ You look up at him. ˝But you can have the muffins once they're done. I'll even leave you some of the cake icing to have with them...˝

˝Thank you, love...˝ Ewan said, standing up and hugging you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder. ˝What are we gonna watch later?˝ He asked while peppering your shoulder and neck with kisses.

˝Arthur and the Invisibles...˝ You hummed, enjoying the contact.

˝The what now?˝ He laughed out. You turned your head towards him, gasping.

˝You've never watched the masterpiece that is that movie?!˝ You asked, giggling as he smiled at you.

˝Not once, my love... I'm glad you'll show me, though...˝ He kissed your cheek and rested his head back on your shoulder. You hum and continue working on the cake.

˝Will you take out the ingredients for the cookies, please?˝ You ask him, leaning to your shoulder to kiss him. He nodded and separated from you, going over to the fridge.

Once everything was baked, Ewan plopped on the couch. You laughed, situating your hands on your hips.

˝What are you tired of?˝ You asked, still smiling.

˝You do realize being an amazing and supportive boyfriend is a tiring job, right?˝ Ewan said, hanging his head over the armrest.

˝Well, my amazing and supportive boyfriend, there are dishes in the sink...˝ You say, leaning down to give him a kiss. ˝While you're doing that, I'll prep the movie...˝

˝Mhm... I'll be quick...˝ Ewan said standing up. He took the apron that hung around you.

Finally, you sat down on the couch, tucking your feet under you. Ewan soon joined you, bringing snacks, including your muffins, and drinks.

˝You ready, love?˝ He said, wrapping an arm around. You pulled the fluffy blanket over both of you, humming and nodding while you did so. You unpaused the screen, the movie's opening title rolling out.

By the end of the movie, Ewan had fallen asleep against you. Rain was falling and hitting lightly against the windows the scented candles the two of you lit a little while ago giving away a faint glow. You sighed, turned the TV off and rested your head against Ewan's.

You loved this. The rain, the faint light, and the scent of cinnamon... And of course, the warmth of having your loving boyfriend so close to yourself.

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Hello! If it's not too much of a bother - Can you make a part 2 for the peridot x sapphire reader? I really like the story so far. It's completely fine if you don't want to :D.

Peridot x Sapphire! reader /pt.2/

Pt. 1 - "Watch out!"

words: 1830

google docs pages: 4,5

Warnings: none?

opening: A sapphire has been assigned to join Peridot on her research concerning the kindergartens and the cluster on earth. What is there to do after she reforms?

AN// Agh, I’m sorry this took so long to make! I got very heavily hyperfixated on Striker from Helluva and couldn’t do anything besides draw him + work getting in the way- But, I was finally able to escape all of that and give you all this! :”D

Gif by: me

Not proof read!

                 “Keeping up hopes”

The light from the warp pad faded, allowing you to feel a cool, exotic, breeze on your form. With a firm hand you pressed the green gem tightly in your palm, making sure it was still there before taking a step off the warp pad. No possibilities or futures were swarming your mind, it was all clear. The shock from it all must have stunned your ability to see. 

With that you hurried away from the pad. A safe place to hide was a must, there you could wait until Peridot was ready to reform, and while she was coming back you could think of a plan. It seemed to be clear that the gems from earlier didn’t want you or Peridot around here. While in such deep thought, a cave wall came across your path and on that wall seemed to be an opening. An opening big enough to walk in it, which you did. There your gem began to glow, illuminating a beautiful light against the wet cave walls. With a few rocks on the floor of the cave, you set Peridot’s gem on the most flat one, sitting down next to said rock. It was so quiet, yet no visions were coming to mind. 

Your hands travelled up to your face, moving some of the hair out of the way of your eye. Now, more clearly you could see where you were exactly. From the opening of the cave you could see big green leaves, strong tree trunks and colourful flowers here and there, all different shapes and sizes. Some form of a body of water must have been nearby, since you could hear water slosh somewhere in the distance. From the roof of the cave fell down drops of water, which you could only see against the light that came from outside. They fell down, joining the small puddles on the cave floor. What an odd planet. 

A soft gasp left your mouth when the silent dripping sounds you had gotten used to suddenly got a little louder, and soon took over all sounds near by. The chirping sounds from earlier and the water in the distance disappeared, covered by the millions of water drops. Your gaze stayed on the cave opening, hand over your mouth. All the leaves were moving, bouncing at the force of the water droplets. They fell from the sky at a rapid phase, the dark clouds hiding some of the light from earlier behind them. But somehow, it was nice. 

While admiring the sight, a green glow emitted from right beside you. The green gem had risen up, and the bright light began to take form. This startled you, the hand from your mouth going up to your eye again, brushing the hair over your eye. Just then, the gem had chosen its form and Peridot fell on her legs, only much smaller this time. She swung her arms for a moment, before realising that things were different. “Where are my limb enhancers?!” Came from the green gem, making you bite back a smile at the sight. Professional. “I could not save them.” You replied, looking down for a moment. “I do not know where we are, but we need to move soon. We’re on their planet, which they know better than us.” You shook your head a little, standing up from the ground. Peridot listened, clearly embarrassed by her form, but she didn’t say anything more about it. Her gaze wandered to the opening of the cave, seeing that the sudden rain had almost gone out, just as suddenly as it had started. “We should go.” You suddenly say, as a vision hits you. There might be something here that can help you, but it all depends on Peridot. “Go where? I have no flask robonoids and no way to contact Homeworld.” Peridot whines, desperate. This Peridot really should start trusting you more. “Come. We’ll see.” A hum leaves your lips as you slip out of the cave, feeling the wet ground under you as you walk. By following the vision, it leads the two of you forward. No words are exchanged, not until something appears from behind the leaves and trees. It’s covered in vines and moss, someone walking by might not even see it. It’s an old gem ship, crashed here and left to rot. “There.” You point at it, jumping from the little cliff that the two of you had ended up on, gracefully floating down in front of the ship. Peridot growls silently, murmuring something as she drops her legs down the cliff fist, then allowing herself to drop down, sliding the last half. “We can’t fly this.” She groans, dusting herself off. “No, but we can use parts of it to perhaps build new flask robonoids. If the vision I saw is the most likely one, there should be more old abandoned gem tech like this on this planet.” You reply, going up to the door of the ship. As you approach, the lights near the door barely light up, only flickering under the vines. “Who is we? You’re not assuming I could build more from junk like this?” Peridot complains as she follows along. “I saw a future of you doing so.” You reply, not mentioning the other ones that had flashed by, where it all failed. Without hearing a word from her, you open the door to the ship, hopping in with the green gem following right behind you.

Even the inside had been taken over by nature, vines and different kinds of moss growing in the wreck. “Peridots like me weren’t made for this kind of stuff. Look at me!” She shrugs, seemingly stressed over her new form. “We don’t have many options, I’m afraid.” A sigh comes from your side as you look through for pieces to use. Peridot’s eyes are on you, and with some thinking she nods, even if you can’t see it. She understood to trust you and joined in on looking for usable parts from the ship. 

By moving from warp pad to warp pad the two of you continued to avoid meeting the crystal gems the best you could, while your future vision led you on to find more crashed ships to collect parts from. Peridot seemed to be getting better at piecing together the materials, the newer versions always looking better than the old ones. As time passed like this, the green gem grew more confident in her new found skill to use whatever she had near to build. 

The sound of gears turning got your attention, watching the first usable robonoid take its first steps. You had to bite back a smile yet again, but the ground under you froze a little. “Good job.” You said. Peridot seemed like she had stars in her eyes at the sight, but they soon faded. “We’ll need many…many more of these to fix the galaxy warp.” She sighed, leaning against a tree with her eyes closed. “Are you giving up now? We have everything we need, we just need to be careful.” You said, voice stoic as ever which made you sound so sure of your words. So sure you’d be able to leave soon. But inside your mind, so many of the futures ended badly, no matter how far you got. 

The green gem kept building more of the flask robonoids while you made sure to change your location based on the least likely place for the gems to show up in. From the time you had escaped from the with Peridot’s gem to now, you had only come across them a couple of times, of which only one had they seen the two of you, resulting in another getaway. But now, there was finally enough robonoids. Tonight you’d both either get caught or go back home. 

The same cave this had all started in served as your last resting place. All the robonoids were hidden somewhere in the closeby area, in the case that the gems would show up. Peridot broke the silence. “Do you think they’ll be mad? The diamonds.” She asked. It felt like she had changed as a person while on this ‘venture’. Though, you could say the same about you most likely. Visions came to mind, flashing back and forth. The future was unclear. They’d blame Peridot for failing the mission, and even if you’d walk off here free the truth was that Peridot was most likely going to get the punishment. Yellow Diamond wasn’t one to take it easily if one of the Sapphires was put in danger like this, and there wasn’t much you could see yourself doing about the green gem’s faith. Upsetting. “We’ll be fine.” You said, with a forced smile. 

The night set, but the butterflies in your body didn’t. This could be the end for the both of you, or the end for one of you or..anything could happen. Whatever it was, you were headed straight at it. With the flask robonoids at your feet, you all gathered on the now familiar warp pad and a bright light overtook your forms. It transferred you to the galaxy warp, a cool breeze hitting you in the face as you arrived. Peridot ushers the robonoids to work, all of them starting to slowly fix the warp. The green gem taps her foot against the ground, growling under her breath. You stand a couple steps behind her, mind filled with all the possibilities from before, new ones mixing into those. Suddenly, the robonoides step off and it feels like a millenia passes. The galaxy warp almost ‘blings’ and the cracks on it disappear. A squeal escapes the green gems, but it all soon fades as one of the warp pads illuminates a bright light and transports the gems you had met before on the same platform as the two of you. They don’t take a second to say anything, a clear plan in mind as they charge at you. 

Your eye opens wide, now the most possible future locking in. You lunge forwards and while doing so, you take a hold of Peridot’s hand. Due to her form being smaller now, you’re able to swing her easily to the galaxy warp. With a quick duck you avoid getting hit by one of Pearl’s spears, and with a tight grip of Peridot’s hand you both activate the galaxy warp, making your perfect escape. 

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party 4 u

this is my favorite charli xcx song, and Harry has always played the leading role in my fantasies while listening to it. pls enjoy this fic. i've included multiple mentions of the duo frou frou as a treat for the girlies (anyone who loves frou frou as much as i do).

“Why is it called a pineapple?” Harry asks, leaning against a kitchen cabinet. The knob is digging into his spine, but he’s too loaded to move, let alone notice. He’s shed his pirate costume on various surfaces over the course of the night, his ruffled shirt the only sign left that he was anything at all in the first place.

Nobody replies, because Hermione– dressed as a fairy– is passed out at the kitchen island, hunched over on one of the barstools with her head cradled in her arms. She has a tendency to overestimate her ability to tell when enough is enough, but always ends up having more fun than any of them.

He never should have had this party, is still not sure what he was expecting to get from all this. Most of the people he invited came in their half-arsed costumes, ate ludicrous amounts of sweets, and got drunker than they’d planned to. Surely, his Halloween party should have been a success, right?

Yet, that was never the goal at all. There was one objective for the night, and it’s nearing three in the morning, still uncompleted. 

Yes, Harry Gatsby’d it. 

Eventually, Hermione is carried out over Ron’s shoulder amid hoarse goodbyes and ‘have a good night’s. Harry and Luna collect the cups, and the sink smells of pineapple and rum, of Draco’s breath after every pub night. They take down the streamers while Imogen Heap sings ‘I have to be somewhere/now where did I put it,” and Harry is reminded of the infinite times he was held sonically hostage to Draco’s Details CD on long drives. 

He feels nauseous, and can’t decide if it’s because of the lack of Draco’s presence, or the way he’d overindulged with every passing hour. He decides it’s because of Draco, because everything is. Draco is the reason he painted his bedroom walls blue, and threw this party in the first place.

Their little friends with benefits situation ended three years ago, and Draco’s moved on. Multiple times. But none of them stick, and with every breakup that spark of hope grows in Harry’s chest. That Draco will come back and finish what they started.

Eventually, Luna leaves too, and Harry’s left with a house devoid of all the things he’d placed in it to lure Draco in like a blonde fish to a Frou Frou CD on a hook. Nearing four, Harry leaves it on, lets the music remind him of better times when he wasn’t drunk, when he wasn’t slowly becoming one with the sofa, when Draco being in his house wasn’t something he had to carefully orchestrate.

It’s begun to rain outside, and he’s drifting off to the pitter-patter when the doorbell rings. The sound is like someone dumping a bucket of ice water on his head, and once again the hope that maybe it could be him overcomes the alcohol, just as it did every time a new guest arrived to the party.

It’s funny, how you can have hope for something and fully believe it to be impossible at the same time. The feeling sits in Harry’s mind after being drilled into him all night. Is it him? No. Is it him? No. Is it–

“You have to stop inviting me to things.”

Draco is wet, soaked– which is ridiculous, since he was always so silly about keeping out of the rain, the precise temperature of his warming charms. He’s in his robe, the same grey one with hairspray crust on the shoulders that Harry liked to scratch at. Underneath the fabric there are freckles from Draco’s bad experience with a tanning booth that he hasn’t bothered to magic away. Harry likes to think it’s because he knew how fond he was of them. He knows that body and the stories behind it. He knows Draco so well it’s sickening.

“What?”

“Just– stop, alright? I can’t keep coming up with excuses the next day.”

He looks like a petulant child– fists at his sides, the crease in his brow, the sheer stubbornness that coats every word.

“I’m sorry?” Harry doesn’t mean for it to come out as a question, but he’s not sure what he’s supposed to be sorry for, and is still reeling from his learned experience being proven wrong so abruptly. 

“I don’t understand why you feel the need to remind me. You- you invite me to your house. You give me… I get a taste of what it’s like to be around you again and then I leave, and I just can’t any more! I can’t come to your parties, your pub nights, your fucking luncheons. You’re cruel, Harry. This is all so…”

Harry reaches out a hand, rests it on Draco’s shoulder, “I’m so confused right now.”

“You’re swaying,” Draco notices.

“I am very drunk.”

“Harry, you don’t have to keep trying to include me in things. I know… I can’t be your friend.”

“Why?”

“I can’t believe you’re asking me that.”

Draco averts his eyes, and seems to realize he’s wet, before pushing his way into Harry’s foyer and drying himself off with his wand. Harry wishes he wouldn’t, because the sight of him truly affected by the rain is something to behold, something he now realizes he’s been deprived of for so long.

“You know why,” he continues, “You know why, and yet you keep inviting me to things because my friends are your friends and vice versa, but I don’t need to be included in everything, not when you know how much it hurts me.”

“Draco, what the fuck are you on about?”

“What am I supposed to do? Just act normal? I’ve been in love with you for three fucking years, and everybody knows it, and I know you know it, and I’m sick of being embarrassed–”

“Draco,” Harry stops him, a hand pressed to his firm chest. The gesture isn’t needed, but Harry wants to touch him so bad, feel the linen of Draco’s shirt under his fingertips now that he knows that Draco wants it, “You’re stupid.”

If he wasn’t drunk, he would have been much more eloquent, but this is the best he’s got, and as long as Draco stops talking long enough to listen, maybe he can make it through this conversation.

“I only threw this party for you.”

Draco takes two steps back, knocks his hip against a fern, then takes a step forward.

“You threw…” Draco looks around the room, now devoid of all its decorations, and Harry hopes he can imagine them in his mind. Imagine a room full of people they love, drinking something he likes, eating his favourite candy, listening to his favourite music, and understand that Harry has always been trying to show, unsure if he was allowed to tell, “What are you saying?”

“I Gatsby’d it,” Harry replies, because Luna said that’s what he was doing, and the phrase has been stuck in his head all night.

“You Gatsby’d it,” Draco deadpans.

“I threw an entire party and filled it with things I know you like, just because I wanted you to show up,” Harry admits, “I had rum rollovers and Frou Frou and I dressed up as a pirate because I know you love men in frilly shirts, because I wanted you to walk in and notice.”

It’s definitely odd saying it out loud, but Draco just showed up at his doorstep and professed his love for him, so Harry feels free to say his truth.

“And I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.”

“I’m seven hours late.”

“Very fashionable.”

“Sorry about that,” Draco scratches that spot behind his ear, where he’s always thought about getting a tattoo. Harry remembers how it tastes, “So…”

“I love you too, by the way,” Harry blurts, “You said you were in love with me and I called you stupid and–”

Draco reaches for him, and Harry is both expecting it and caught off guard when they kiss– quick and painless and just as sweet as he remembers.

“You threw a party for me,” Draco murmurs.

“Everything I do is for you,” Harry replies, and Draco kisses him again, and again, until he finally manages to pull away from his lips, “I mean, not brushing my teeth or whatever. Like, the pub nights and the dinner parties. Those were all for you.”

“For me.”

“For you.”

“Why didn’t you just–” Draco starts, and Harry knows why he didn’t just, but he’s still too muddled to explain all that.

“I have a lot of problems,” he says instead.

Draco laughs, and Harry’s so glad that it’s finally because of him again, and not some brunette at the pub, “Yes, you do.”

They move on to the sofa, trading explanations through the night as Harry’s buzz finally wears off, and Draco admits that he got pretty smashed in his kitchen, unable to bear the idea of refusing the invite. The sun peaks through the curtains in the early hours of the morning, and they begin to doze, twisted around one another. They haven’t spoken for a while, simply rested in the warmth of long-awaited understanding.

But, as Harry finally lets sleep overcome him, he hears a snort and one final whisper.

“You Gatsby’d it…”

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request where Benny Weir helps the reader calm down from a nightmare or panic attack

A/N: i quite like this idea, decided to use both of them in a mix bcs why not??? :) again if anything is wrong with the post, please tell me so i can fix it, hope you like it lovelies :)) xx i was also a bit unsure on what the dream would be so i left that to your interpretation, i hope that was okay

CW: mentions of a panic attack, mention of Benny dying (IT DOESNT HAPPEN DW), comfort, cutesy fluff, all the good stuff.

Breathing Difficulties

It had been a weird day. Nothing inherently wrong or out of place, but just...off. It felt like something was going to happen, but nothing did. I thought it was just me being paranoid or disassociating from myself so I decided to tell my wonderful boyfriend, Benny, about it on the walk home.

"Hey Benny?" I said, looking up at him through my eyelashes.

"Yes my love?" Benny asked, looking down at me with his heart-warming, signature grin following.

"I've been feeling kind of off today, not too sure why though," and clung to his warm arm and rested my head on his shoulder as we walked.

"Oh, do you feel ill? Need anything to eat or drink?" he asked while simultaneously pulling his bag forward to grab food and/or drinks from it, "Is it a headache? I think I have a spell for that somewhere in this book." He enquired while giving me a bottle of water, an apple and flipping through his spell book, scanning over the pages quickly.

"Woah-kay, thanks for the food and drink, and no offence but I don't want to end up with a set of bat wings yet again when last time I came to you for a stomach-ache." I said with a small chuckle leaving me, making me feel a little bit better than I was before.

"Hey! That was one time! And even you admitted that the wings were kind of cool to have." He said with emphasis lacing every word that left him like he was a child.

"Well it was cool, I will admit to that but it was less cool when none of my clothes fitted me properly, and I felt more nauseous than I was before." I said with my arms crossed over my chest with a small smile itching at the corners of my mouth and fake seriousness in my tone, "I've just been feeling out of it today, almost constantly paranoid that something bad will happen. I might just be overthinking again, I don't know," I said looking at my feet, taking a bite out of the apple he gave me.

"Hm..." he stood still for a moment, placing his spell book in his bag again and thought about what to say," Do you need anything like a hug or a kiss, you know I have plenty of those to share for you, my love?" He said with a big smile gracing his face with a cheeky look in his eye as he walked back over to me and held the sides of my arms gently so I could push him off if I wanted to, but I didn't, I smiled and nodded to him and he leaned down into me so I could wrap my arms around his neck and he could wrap his around my waist while nestling his head into the side of my neck so he could leave a few innocent kisses to my cheek, jaw, and neck.

After a few minutes of holding each other, we let go to continue going home and I had basically forgotten about how I was feeling today...

That was until later that night when I had finally gotten to sleep after messaging Benny and my friends goodnight, I had woken up in a frenzy, beads of uncomfortably cold sweat tricking down my spine like a demon touching the very nerves of my spinal cord. I couldn't catch my breath, nothing was making sense in my brain because it was moving too fast for me and my still sleep addled brain to process. The dream wasn't real, it couldn't have been...Benny was still alive...right?

With trembling hands and wobbly vision from the tears brimming my eyes, I called Benny, not realising that it was around half 2 in the morning and he was most definitely asleep. The first ring..... nothing. The second ring..... nothing again. Panic started to rise high in my chest, and at the third ring Benny answered, his groggy and sleepy voice rung through my ears as a wave of relief flooded through me like a tsunami.

"Hello..?" he said again, unsure of who called him, only feeling his phone vibrate and lifting it to his ear without looking at the number, rubbing his eyes.

Short sniffles and hyperventilative breaths, almost too quiet for his similarly sleep addled brain to pick up on but he just managed to, and a quiet sob and a whisper of "hi" was picked up and Benny woke up a bit more, he looked at his phone to see that it was me that was calling and he shot up in bed, suddenly very awake and a bit dizzy from the sudden movement. "Baby? Are you okay? Talk to me, please."

I tried to speak, to formulate any sort of wording that could be considered anything but gibberish but only shaky breaths and stammers of what I wanted to tell him actually came out. I couldn't breathe, it felt like all the air was sucked out from around me and my lungs but I still felt its chilly hands trail down my spine and exposed arms.

It had taken Benny a moment to realise what was happening but when he realised what was happening, he started to guide me through it, virtually holding my hand while I felt I almost lost grip on reality.

"Okay, listen to me baby, I'm right here, listen to my voice, breathe with me." His soothing voice sounded through the speaker as I followed along with him, breathing in through my nose for 5 seconds, holding it for 7, breathing out my mouth for 8. When my breathing went back to semi-normal, he continued to guide me, even though I heard slight rustling in the other side of the phone.

"You're doing so good baby, okay, now can you tell me 5 things you can see?" I started looking around my room and named a few things I could see.

"Very good, now can you tell me 4 things you can touch?" He continued to praise me throughout the call, listening very intently.

"Uh, my blanket, my phone, my shirt and my pillow."

"Mhm, now can you name me 3 things you can hear?"

"Well now I can hear something being zipped up, a small bang and a pained grunt from you, are you okay? Benny? Benny, please say you're okay..." I continued to trail off and ramble because at the time I thought something bad was happening on his side.

"I'm okay baby, we're focusing on you right now. What are 2 things you can smell?" He said through gritted teeth, in hindsight it was probably from him stubbing his toe in the dark. (baby is okay don't worry haha.)

As he said this, I could hear wind on his side of the phone, and now that I was calmer I could tell he wasn't in danger and that he was probably doing something.

"Um, I don't know, my (fragrance of choice) and some laundry detergent from my bed." I said more as a question than a statement.

As I was saying this, I heard a small incantation be cast and a woosh of air not far from my house and a slight tap on my window and got up to see what it was. Peeking from behind my curtain, I saw Benny with a big and proud smile gracing his face as he gestured if I wanted a hug with a coy smile on his face. I leant into him as he pressed a small, sweet kiss on my lips as he finally asked,

"What's 1 thing you can taste?"

"You," was all that barely left me as I went back up onto my tiptoes to kiss him again... and again... and again... until we both eventually fell asleep in each others arms, now content and with a warm feeling in both of our chests and faces.

A/N: hope you like it at least a bit xx

[adashoflavendermelancholy]

Not Realizing they're Injured

Usopp understood that the events of Water 7 shouldn’t be repeated. It wasn’t his best moment in time. If he was honest, it was one of the things he regretted the most. Only one other time topping it. At least he was there for Robin at the end of it all.

Training for two years to get stronger. He replayed all the things they had been through. All the times that Luffy, Zoro, or Sanji took the stage and throwing them to the side. Instead, looking at the times that Nami did. She was just as weak as he was. You might even argue in someways that she was weaker than him. Yet, she stood tall in the face of danger. Put her entire island on her shoulders, and kept moving forward. Sure, she was mostly just trying to save her hometown, but the rest of the island would benefit from it. A place to run from Arlong and his men. Somewhere where mothers wouldn’t have to choose between living and keeping their children alive. No matter how much shit she had to crawl through. Nami was strong and brave. Unlike him.

Which is why when he fought, he tried thinking about what Nami would do. Would she run right now? Or would she look around and spot something to use to her advantage? That mind set helped him grow into a better fighter. Become a better person, too.

That’s why he didn’t let it stop him when he was thrown. It hurt, and he was going to have a bruise at best. But his friends still needed him. Usopp had to keep moving for them. So that none of them would be alone when facing the worst time of their life. Not again.

“Usopp?” Nami called, running over to him. He smiled at her with a thumbs up. It hurt, and he was going to complain about it later. Now wasn’t the time for that, though. He had a job to do, and he was not going to let them down.

Running around, he felt shaky. Figuring that he was hit over the head enough times to down an elephant, he kept moving. It wasn’t like this would be the end of it. The battle was still going and there was plenty to be done around here. Everyone was working hard to take their place next to Luffy.

When the fight was over, he slouched against the wall. His legs giving out as he slid to the floor. Chopper was the first to notice, if only because he was checking on all their friends. “Usopp?” Chopper asked, looking him over.

“You’re covered in blood.” Zoro said, his own way of asking if he was alright.

“It’s not my blood.” Usopp muttered, trying to sound tough. Everything hurt though, and he was going to be bedridden for at least a month. Already planning on telling Luffy that they were not going anywhere until then. Choppers hooves touching and moving him about. Checking on the bruises and broken whatever’s.

There was a small gasp. “You were stabbed?” Chopper asked, making everyone turn to look at him. Usopp, for his part, paled at the thought he was stabbed. Before passing out.

When he woke up, Chopper actually had him on bed rest for a while. Zoro laughed, telling him he had finally joined the club. Then I got stabbed, or sliced club. Most of the crew was now in this club, with only a few exceptions. He wasn’t sure if this was the best thing to happen to him or the worst. On one hand, he was now in a club he never wanted to be part of. On the other, he was on the best rest, not having to deal with after a fight with Luffy.

For one of the first times, Usopp had to deal with the boredom that was bed rest. Usually, he was able to bounce back easily enough. Being stabbed wasn’t the same as being hit, apparently. Chopper was more protective of him now. Making it hard to stay in bed. He read a lot of books to get more ideas about the next improvement of his weapons. Thought of one for Nami’s too. But none of that mattered, as he couldn’t get out of bed.

Until after Chopper went to sleep, that is. Then it was free rein of the ship. No one said anything about him still being awake. Letting him wander around and work as he saw fit. Franky even telling him about how some of the mechanics of his body works. Giving Usopp a better idea for his weapons. Training using Zoro’s old weights was also something he began doing. Seeing that he was losing some of the muscle he gained in the two years. No matter how much his side hurt or how Usopp had to redo the bandages, he still had to work.

The work out started simple enough. Just lifting the old weight was enough to make Usopp bleep through the bandages. Well, she still bled through them, but now he could lift and do a few sets with them. Before needing to put them down again. It was all so he wouldn’t let them down again. Being one of the weakest on the crew was fine with a crew of monsters. That didn’t mean that he couldn’t get stronger. The only real issue Usopp had was the bandages. Chopper’s a doctor who has experience bandaging people. Usopp was a sniper with no medical knowledge at all. Trying to do his own bandages like Chopper was a learning experience. One that Chopper caught onto the first time he did.

“Why are your bandages a mess?” Chopper asked, glaring at him. He was trying not to blame Usopp but on a crew with others that don’t follow his professional advice, leaves you not trusting their messes.

Usopp smiled, “Ah, I had to go to the bathroom in the night and figured I should change them. I don’t think I did too bad of a job.”

“You could wake me up next time.”

“No, no. It’s not that hard. Plus, all I’m doing is sleeping.” Usopp said, hoping that this lie would work. It wasn’t the best one, but he really thought he did a good job with them. Thinking that Chopper wouldn’t notice the change at all.

Chopper didn’t know how to feel about that. Usopp was supposed to be sleeping and not moving around. Something told him that there was more to this. “Okay,” Chopper muttered.

Usopp kept up his tasks of working while Chopper slept. It was working out for the most part. Chopper had to check on his wounds every now and there. Only to find it was taking longer for it to heal. With no reason for that to be the case. He started trying to catch Usopp doing something he shouldn’t be. No matter when Chopper got up, the other was laying in bed going over designs, reading, or just sleeping. At this rate, Usopp was going to have a nasty scar, and he didn’t seem to mind that.