#you have no idea how long it took me to get the mouth flaps to match...

[glowingsavepoint]

spoilers for orv side story ch 641 ep 17 storm in a teacup (2)

「Are you really the Kim Dokja I know?」

Maybe I wanted Kim Dokja to lie. I wanted him to still be the protagonist in this story. Smiling as usual, he'll solve this somehow. So let's see the end of the scenarios together, I was hoping he'd say that.

「If that's what you think.」

I felt nauseous. Is it because of the dizziness? Kim Dokja, who had been distinct against the snow field, seemed somehow faint.

made using picrew. i dont take credit for this art!

[klausysworld]

Hear me out.....

I have this idea for you... hear me out.

Reader is camping in mystic falls....klaus just broke his wolf curse. His first rut hits him and he runs into the woods. He gets a whiff of a very good smelling scent. He follows it. Turns out he has a mate and she is not a super creature but a human. Hear me out now.... she's his true mate...and he considers her his omega.

So when he approaches her she's like a tad bit freaked out but she feels that same pull to him he does with her. She sits down on the ground and klaus let's her pet him...

Let's just say this reader is into...werewolves cause she reads a lot of fanfiction so in her mind her wildest dreams are about to come true.  And you can put two and two together.

Wolf!klaus fucking his human!reader as his mate. And after that moment they became inseparable. Your welcome. 😌

Dream or Reality?

Klaus ran far and fast, the pads of his paws thudding against the ground, wind blowing through his fur and that delightful rush of adrenaline had his undead heart pounding.

He dismissed Elijah’s annoyed callings for him and continued to enjoy the freedom he had longed for.

Everything was so intense now, even more that it already was. Every chirp of a cricket, every buzz of a bee, every crinkle of a leaf and every flap of a birds wings. He could hear for miles on end. As he looked around at his surroundings, the greens were brighter, the sky bluer. The the mud and blades of grass against his paws could each be individually felt and when he inhaled deeply, a wave of scents filled his lungs.

However one in particular stood out.

He made a sudden stop, his body skidding to a halt and his ears pointed straight up as he sniffed a few more times. His mouth watered and he pressed his snout down, following the delicious scent, chasing it as he heard the hum of a girl.

He slowed gradually and followed her as she weaves through the trees, a basket in hand which was filled with a range of wild berries. He sat down and watched as she picked from a large bush of blackberries, leaning a little closer to smell just how lovely she was. It had his claws digging into the ground and his tail beating the floor.

His eyes shone gold, bleeding into red as she bent right the way over to pick up her basket once she was finished picking from the high parts. Her short, flowy dress allowing him to see just about everything as her matching white thong left very little to the imagination.

Oh how he wanted to run up behind her and shove his mouth into her cunt. If she smelled this delicious, he could only dream of her taste.

But instead he decided to wait, follow her some more until it began to get dark and her stroll came to a stop. He looked around at the clearing she had chosen to rest at. Klaus kept low to the ground, the grass and flowers not hiding him as well as he might’ve hoped but enough.

He took a few tentative steps as she sat down against the grass, just watching the sun set. Her skin glowed under the golden hue and her hair lay beautifully against her skin. The white of her dress complimented her skin tone wonderfully, he could onto imagine how soft it would be against his tongue.

The thought alone had him walking straight to her, his muzzle brushing her shoulder making her freeze in place. Her head slowly turned to face him, wide eyes staring back at him and her breathing came to a stop.

He slowly sat before her, her lips parted slightly as he rolled his shoulders back and he sat tall before her. Her head tilted back to take in his height, a nervous breath leaving her as a soft growl rumbled through him.

She looked so weak in-front of him, so small and innocent. Oh how he knew he could just eat her up, in many ways.

Her mouth opened and closed a few times, shock written all across her as maintained eye contact with him for as long as possible. He found it amusing how she tried to stand her ground by holding his stare, he allowed her to win this, allow her to feel as though she may have the upper hand.

Klaus brought himself down to lay on his forearms and back legs, his chest barely touching the grass below.

Her hand very slowly lifted, she held it out with fear flashing through her and a twinge of curiosity as he sniffed her hand. He groaned at the addictive scent of her blood underneath the surface and licked the soft skin of her palm. She giggled quietly at the tickle of his tongue as he dragged it up her arm and her other hand pet his head gently.

“Wow” she whispered under her breath and a smile tugged at her lips as he pulled his face away and looks down at her through hooded eyes. His head tilted when he caught the scent of something rather sweet. His tail whipped side to side when he realised the source of the delicious smell and lowered his head. Her eyes widened when his nose pressed to her lower belly and she gasped softly.

Her hands ran through his fur on his neck and down his back, well as far as her arms could reach from her seated position. When she leaned forward to touch his tail he took the opportunity to get his head under her skirt, the top of his snout pressed to her panties making her jolt and squeal.

“Shit” she whispered when she fell forward in surprise onto her hands and knees over the top of him. She kept still, unsure what her best move could be here, she couldn’t make any sudden movements, it might spook him and she didn’t exactly want to be with a violent wolf when it’s nose was rubbing against her panties.

An involuntary moan left her when his long, warm tongue pressed against her and she quickly rolled to her side and onto her back.

“Oh gods” she whispered when the wolf stood over her, licking his lips and sniffing her intently. She looked up wide eyed and even more so when he barked quietly at her before pressing his nose to the valley if her breasts.

Her mouth opened and closed as she stared into his eyes, a strange glint in them that told her he was definitely more than he looked.

Dear god she read too many werewolf fanfics. She was in a field with a fucking huge animal trying to feel her up and she liked it way more than she probably should.

“Okay, okay” she uttered to herself while slowly pushing herself up to be sitting again but he didn’t move, instead her face was hidden in his chest and his rustic scent was filling her head. She groaned softly at the addicting smell and found herself nuzzling her nose against his fur.

Klaus watched in both amusement and lust, his front leg lifted to wrap around her, his large paw holding the back of her head in encouragement as she huffed him in. Warmth spread through him, pooling at the pit of his stomach as her hands tugged his fur. God he needed to have her right now, make her his before anyone else could get even the slightest view of her.

His nose sniffed at the top of her head, her hair freshly washed and soft. Her cheek pressed to his chest and a small moan left her as he stepped forward and pressed a paw to her now damp underwear. His tail wagged and he turned his head to lick the shell of her ear and make her squirm.

She fell back against the grass as he pressed his nose to her throat to gently push her downwards.

“Fuck fuck fuck” she chanted as she closed her eyes and felt the warmth of his tongue along her neck. His teeth caged her throat, the action should’ve made her reek with fear but a low growl erupted from his chest at the flow of arousal she released as he bit down gently. Her hands latched onto his fur tightly, keeping his teeth in her as he pierced past the skin to leave his mark. “Oh god” she breathed as he licked over the wounds more moving his snout further down her body.

“This can’t be happening” she whispered as his canines nibbled along the swell of her breasts and pushed the top of her dress down to have more access. Klaus tugged at the fabric but she didn’t move to take it off making him huff and bark at her.

She looked back at him confused and shook her head slowly making him grumble before grabbing the skirt of the sundress and pulling it up making her yelp as he exposed her thong. Her hand moved to cover herself and she groaned when she realised how wet she was, not noticing the way his tail wagged rapidly when she pushed them down off her legs. “What am I doing” she mumbled to herself before glancing to the wolf.

“Sit” she whispered unsure but he did so and her eyes widened. “Okay” she laughed slightly and stood up, entertained by the fact he followed her. “Go on, go home” she shooed him, but he kept his nose nice and close to the source of her scent and followed her until she stopped at a large teepee tent. She sighed and went inside, closing it up before Klaus could step in making him growl softly.

Not that it was an issue, he just powered his way through and drank in the sight before him. Seeing her pull off her dress and pull out a skimpy pair of pyjamas. Perfect for his eyes but he also hated that she would come to an open area, anyone could come by, and wear such lack of clothing.

She shrieked when she turned to see him stood before her and grabbed her sleeping bag to cover herself. It wasn’t appreciated apparently as he showed her by grabbing the end of it and pulling it roughly like a dog would a tug toy. Her hold on it was nothing compared to his and she ended up fully naked again for his eager eyes.

“What the actual fuck” she whispered looking back at him with a slightly fearful, slightly aroused look in her eyes while his shone with lust and hunger.

Her legs pressed together, her hands awkwardly hiding her sex from his view. She took a reluctant step back as he stalked toward her much like a predator does his prey before closing her eyes nervously and praying to god that this animal wouldn’t eat her.

Oh but he wanted to, just a little differently to the way she was thinking.

So when his tongue licked at her slightly shaky hands, she moved them slowly in anticipation. Her eyes flew open when he nuzzled his nose between her thighs, nudging them apart and locking his eyes on hers and his tongue curled between them. “Oh fuck” she breathed as it slid along her folds, then between them until the tip of his tongue stroked her clit.

“This isn’t real. This isn’t real.” She told herself “it’s just a dream” she whispered with a long breath, her hands moving to pet the top of his head. If it were a dream then she could do this, just live out her dirty fantasies and wake up in the morning all hot and sweaty.

Klaus chuckled in his head at her words and continued his actions. Her hands in his fur felt delightful, and her taste on his tongue was more than heavenly. Her body was so beautiful from where he was, looking straight up at her. Her face was looking up, avoiding his stare making his tail wag lowly as he buried his face further into her cunt, tongue deep inside her and the blunts of his teeth nibbling the hood of her clit to have her thighs trembling, legs struggling to keep her stood up. Her nails dug into his scruff and her knees went weak.

He let his eyes fall closed as he focused solely on her. She was overwhelming in every aspect but he couldn’t stop craving her. Such an addictive taste, smell, feel. Her slippery pink flesh was so incredibly soft, smooth like silk and he could only imagine how it will feel around his shaft as he slides in and out of her.

His tongue reached up into her, feeling for and finding that spongey little spot within her. One stroke of his tongue was all it took for her legs to give out, knees hitting the base of the tent as she moaned loudly. Her arms moved out to ease herself down as she laid on her back, thighs open for him to indulge between.

“Fucking hell” she uttered under her breath as her hands grabbed him tightly and kept his face right against her. Her fucks bucked and a sharp cry left her when his cold nose rubbed at her hot clit, his tongue continuously curling inside her until she was spilling her pleasure into his mouth. Moaning loudly with no control over herself as she came over his muzzle, she pushed herself up on her elbows to watch him tongue dart out to lap up every drop.

His dark, dangerous eyes gazed right into hers, hunger was all she could see as he licked his snout clean with a low rumble echoing through him.

Klaus couldn’t think about anything else. He needed to have her right now. He took a seat before her, he looked down between his legs to see he his long, thick cock stood in desperate need of attention. He glanced back to her, seeing her lips parted and eyes dark as she whimpered at the sight of it. He sat a little taller as she crawled forward, nervously looking up to him every few movements before she was right in-front of him. God she looked pathetically tiny compared to him like this, and he loved it.

Her small soft hands reached forward to get a gentle hold on his cock. A grunt instantly left his throat as she kept her eyes on his, waiting incase he reacted threateningly. Her eyes flickered between his face and his dick, her breathing getting heavier as both her hands slid up and down his length, his thickness filling both hands more and more as she stroked him.

“Jesus fucking Christ” she whispered when she looked at it a little too long, watching a spurt of pre-cum leak down him making her spread it all over his cock. A soft moan left her lips when his hips jerked forward and she glanced to him before slowly leaning down.

Klaus’ tail whipped side to side as her breath ghosted his tip, growl like groans leaving him before he choked on his breath as her plump lips pressed to his cock. A gasp left her and he looked down to see if something was wrong but he felt her suckling at the slit telling him everything was just perfect.

His hips jumped forward, his claws digging into the ground as he stretched her mouth open. She moaned in pain at the sting of her face but his taste was so rich and addicting that she just ignored it.

Klaus rose so he was stood up instead of sat, his hips rocking into her little mouth as she sent a flow of vibrations down him. She too was on all fours as she seemingly tried to swallow him down. His head leaned down to lick over the top of her ass, the softness of his tongue making her whimper around his succulent cock. His tongue dipped down between her cheeks to taste her once more, and of course to feel the moans she released around him again.

He listened as his little mate choked around him as his swollen tip knocked as far back as it could. Her poor throat contracted around it until she gagged and he stepped back to spare her. She coughed a little and sucked at his tip a little more before pulling back to catch her breath.

Klaus stood tall and turned around, still stood over her but now in a position ready to mouth her. Though she was so small infront of him he would be nearly lead down to fuck her.

He licked her back softly as her breathing sped up and her head looked over her shoulder to see his strong form over her. She let out a lengthy breath, a small nod to her head she she tried to mentally prepare herself for the step she was taking.

Klaus’s back legs bent to bring himself lower, his large cock going between her legs and sliding against her dripping cunt. He admired how soaked she was, he wondered how long she had fantasised of this position. To be fucked by a werewolf.

Though her loud moan told him it must’ve been a while as his tip pushed inside her. Her pussy clung to him tightly and her gasps for breath were obvious as her little body stretched for him. Klaus wouldn’t have been surprised if she came as soon as he thrust himself inside her from the way her body reacted.

Klaus wasn’t sure if this was exactly ethical but neither one of them seemed to exactly care very much about morals at that moment. She tilted her head back to look up at him, his tail wagged at the sight of her glossy eyes. Her mouth opened and a whimpered “Please” left her soft lips. He listened to her pleas, bucking his hips forward and listening to the scream that she released as her head fell back forward to look down. His front paws pushed against the tent floor to thrust himself back and forth slowly.

Her moans were melodic, her velvet walls tight. Klaus only wished he could whisper his filthy thoughts to her.

He shifted his from legs, his paws grabbing onto her hips and his claws digging into her skin making her hiss. Her pain only lasted a second as his hips began to abruptly thrust faster.

“Oh fuck” she yelled as he roughly humped into her. He stood strong on his back legs, lifting her lower region up as he pounded her from behind, quite literally like a wild animal. Her palms lay flat against the ground as her body jolted forward each time his swelled tip smacked her cervix.

His panted grunts filled the air as well as her rapid breaths and moans. The tent felt much smaller as the air got thicker. Hard thrusts knocked the air out of her every second, sharp breaths leaving her as she felt her cunt spasm around his dick. Klaus fucked her faster, harder at the feel of her slippery walls squeezing him desperately.

Klaus felt something extra sensitive growing at the base of his cock and hitting against her tight little hole. She let out a pleasant cry as she felt herself be stretched out further.

Her eyes widened and her mouth gaped open at the feel of his wolf’s knot shove in and out of her.

Klaus’s mind clouded over, he barely registered how her body shook and her screams got loud enough for the whole forest to hear. All he focused on was getting his knot so deep inside her that she was bound to him forever. His wolf clawed at her waist and hips as his hind legs steadied to fuck her as roughly as he could.

Her cunt clamped around him tightly, his knot locking inside her making her cry in pleasure when their orgasms mixed. His stuffing her full of his seed and hers exploding down her thighs. Her body fell exhausted immediately, the knotting taking its toll as it should for first time mates.

Klaus pulled out and whined as her arms gave out under her and she hit the ground with a thud. His tongue was on her face, trying to wake her up but she was barely conscious.

He circled her for a full minute before curling around her, wrapping her frame in his warmth.

His snout squeezed between her thighs which desperately tried to squeeze together. He lapped his tongue against her folds, cleaning her cunt and thighs so she wouldn’t feel sticky when she woke.

Klaus stayed awake while she slept. She slept for nearly 16 hours but he didn’t move. He abandoned any plans of hunting and terrorising civilians like he had originally wanted to when he released his wolf and instead smuggled his mate. He found himself with his muzzle in her pussy nearly every few hours no matter how hard he tried to resist, he knew it was making her sleepier but god he just couldn’t help himself. At least he managed to stop himself from fucking her again, he can only imagine how she would scream herself awake.

But he was able to hold some of his desires inside.

He kept her warm and safe for over half a day. Even when she woke, she was still drowsy and wasn‘y up to moving so he kept her comfy and pleased.

They both seemed to forget that the woods were open to anyone walking past. Elijah made the futile mistake of thinking his brother was killing the girl onto to find him with his furry face between her legs. Klaus nearly ripped his eyes out of his head.

Elijah left and returned a full day later with both men’s and women’s clothes, tossing them into the tent.

Klaus had turned back a few hours before and had to confirm the girls dreams, he was a werewolf.

“Hybrid actually” he told her and her eyes widened making him chuckle and kiss her lips softly. She wasn’t expecting such gentleness from the animal which had ruined her poor pussy but there he was, rubbing her skin to keep her warm and encouraging her to keep her eyes closed.

Klaus growled when Elijah threw the clothes in but somewhat appreciated it anyway.

He dressed y/n and then himself, scooping her into his arms and kissing her cheek.

“We’re going on a trip sweetheart, we’ll be finding many more werewolves and I’ll teach you everything you can know about the supernatural” he told her with a soft smile and slow strokes her hair as she nuzzled his chest.

[lalunanymph]

𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 — g. satoru

one drunken night changes everything between you and satoru

cw. alcohol, virginity loss, reverse corruption, switch!gojo, modern au, unprotected sex, gojo is inexperienced, mild slut shaming but satoru gets his payback, gojo does not believe in toxic masculinity amen

Getting Gojo drunk is never a good idea.

You, for one, as his friend should know. 

Satoru’s ruddy cheeks, boisterous laughter and slurring words gave away his intoxication, and Geto was about to call a taxi for him when he stopped the outside party with a reveal no one had anticipated.

“Why’re you ruining my fun—hic—Suguru… I wanted to lose my virginity t'night.” 

Record screech. Ieiri glanced up from the cig she was smoking, and the whites of your wide eyes reflected the neon club sign. 

“Satoru,” Geto gasped, his phone left open on the Uber screen, mouth agape. “What did you say?” 

In answer to this sudden truth bomb, the white-haired man shrugged, kicking his feet up a curb and leaning back against the cool marble. The bench he was sprawled on was way too small to accommodate his 6’3 frame, and his legs, each about almost a mile long, were perched on either side of the seat. 

“I said what I said. Why—find it hard to believe, Sugu?” 

He looked good for someone already in an alarming state of intoxication, and you didn’t miss how Ieiri smirked at your flushing cheeks. Shooting her a glare, you quickly glanced at Suguru, relieved to find him still processing what Satoru said. 

“I thought… What about that girl back in third year?” 

Satoru waved off his question with a prissy flap of his hand. “Eh, that was old news. We never did anything vile.” 

“Imagine that,” Shoko snickered, stubbing out her cigarette with the tip of her boot. “The great Gojo Satoru—bitchless.” 

Geto couldn’t help the guffaw that burst from his chest, and you had to turn your face to the side to hide the hysterical giggles waiting to destroy your pouting friend’s ego. 

“Ieiri,” you chastised her, struggling to hold back your laughter, though with your lips twitching, it wasn’t hard to deduce that you were trying not to lose it. “Don’t make fun of him like that. Satoru’s just a late bloomer.”

“Yeah!” Gojo chimed in, shooting you a lopsided grin. “It’s not my fault girls only want me for my money.” 

You winced and Suguru rolled his eyes.

“If I recall, some of them did find you attractive, but you have ridiculous standards, Satoru.”

The white-haired fiend turned to you with a cheeky grin. “I do. That’s why Y/N-chan should take a leaf out of my book.”

“Oi—!” 

“The car is on the way,” Suguru chimed in, hastily coming in between you and Satoru to interrupt before things got out of hand. 

Your indignation was amusing to Gojo who chuckled heartily. “Ah, come on, Y/N. You’ve made some ridiculous choices in the past, but we still love you. I’m only just teasing.”

Before you could open your mouth to speak, the Uber pulled up, and with it, Satoru’s escape. “Oops. I gotta go, guys—”

“I’ll follow you.” Your sudden offer for help rubbed Gojo the wrong way, and he made a face, ego bruised with your assumption that he was too drunk to get himself safely back. 

“I can go home without your help. I’m fin—” He stood up… and almost fell onto his face. 

Geto was quick to catch him, and your yell of surprise induced Ieiri to lurch forward with her own arms outstretched in case both of you lost your grip on the taller man. 

It took three people to bundle Satoru in the backseat, and you shook off Geto’s worrying chimes when he asked if you needed his help. 

“He’ll sober up before we reach the penthouse. Don’t worry.” 

You slammed the car door closed on Geto and Shoko, both of them standing with shifting eyes and uncertainty in their hesitant gaits. 

“Could you please put the AC higher?” 

The cab driver nodded, and you sat Gojo closer to the middle, where he was getting a nice faceful of cold air. 

Thankfully, he didn’t grumble much on the way home, but the white-haired menace did threaten, once or twice, to puke in the car. The driver couldn’t have driven fast enough, and he even refused Gojo’s 5-star rating, a sign of his mild annoyance. 

Next, you had to haul a 6’3 baby into the elevator of his own penthouse. Satoru wasn’t an easy drunk—he whined, pouted and moaned about the lights being too bright or the room spinning or his feet aching. Honestly, you were glad to get him through the front door without anyone committing homicide. 

He was sobering up on the couch when you approached him with some hot tea, his misery drawn out and getting on your nerves when he nodded pitifully, taking the piping mug from you. 

Gojo’s penthouse suite was as much his as your home. Every weekend, you and Shoko would haunt either Satoru or Suguru’s homes, and you knew where every mug belonged and how he liked his plates to be arranged. 

Sitting down next to him, it was almost peaceful and quiet. Satoru had a certain assurance about him which put anyone at ease, and you were not exempted.

You liked his strong and reliable presence. Sure, he was an overgrown toddler in a young man’s body, but when push came to shove, Gojo would always show up for the people he loves. 

“I’m sorry for what I said earlier.”

You blinked, turning to find a pair of sincere azure eyes boring into yours. 

“What?” 

“About your mistakes. I know it was a dark time for you after your breakup with Sukuna. I didn’t mean to come off as ignorant and cruel.”

Your lips twitched at the sound of your ex-boyfriend’s name. “It’s fine. You’re a pretty shitty person when you’re drunk anyway.”

Gojo scoffed and set his mug down on the expensive marble coffee table. 

“Excuse me? I’m trying to be nice here.” 

“Hmm.” You tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “Did you mean what you said—that you’re actually a virgin?” 

Curiosity got the best of you, and it didn’t help that three of Gojo’s buttons were loosened, exposing a pale strip of his neck to your wandering eyes. 

“Yeah.” He said it with such nonchalance and straightforwardness, you thought he was pulling your leg again. 

“Please,” you forced a scoff, trying hard to ignore your heartbeat in between your legs. “Like anyone would believe that.”

“I’m serious,” he cried out, and to prove how genuine he was, Gojo siddled closer to you. “Cross my heart and I swear on my grandma’s dead body. I’ve never touched a girl before.” 

Well, Satoru did love his grandmother. You pouted, and before you could stop yourself, your primal, tipsy thoughts spilled out without any hesitation. 

“I could show you.” 

The silence after your question felt like an empty stretch of Tundra sea. 

Your stomach turned and you slapped a hand to your mouth. 

“Shit, Satoru, I’m sor—”

“I think I would like that.”

Gojo’s eyes were fixated on you in the half-light. The air suddenly became too thick, and you couldn’t breathe without inhaling the minty freshness of his breath. He was sitting too close to you. It was all too much, like a timebomb was about to go off at any moment. 

Before you could change your mind and leave him alone to his raging thoughts, Gojo caught you by the waist, tugging you onto his lap. 

Am I dreaming? 

You had envisioned kissing Gojo Satoru many, many times, but the reality was far sweeter.

His lips were plush and soft, tasting of the liquor he drank earlier and something impossibly sweet. 

“A-are you wearing lip balm?” your stuttered question made him pause. He laughed, a full bodied chuckle that shook his great shoulders. 

“Yeah. Sorry.” 

“Don’t apologise.” You mumbled, and in the closing darkness, your lips brushed on his with no caution. Satoru removed the space between you and him, closing on your mouth with another searing kiss that left you lightheaded and shaking.

The world went flat for a split second, and you opened your eyes to find him hovering over you. 

He picked your hand from your side, and pushed it towards the juncture of your thighs, where your core ached pathetically for him. 

“Show me,” his husky murmur sent a dark thrill straight to your clenching belly. “Show me how you touch yourself.” 

Gojo’s touch on your wrist was light, reminding you he was here and ready. Waiting for you to make the first move. 

“Huh?” your confusion was palpable, like the sheen of sweat beading on your brow. “H-hey—aren’t you supposed to be the virgin here?” 

His smile was part sardonic, part angelic. “Sweetheart, that’s why I’m asking you to show me. I promise I’ll impress you if you do.” 

You flashed him a look of annoyance, but ultimately, you lost to his charms. Satoru always had a way to soften you up and make you susceptible to his every whim. Licking your lips, you slowly pushed the hem of your skirt to the side, exposing the lacy black thong you wore for tonight.

Those ocean deep blue eyes were enraptured on your two fingers pushing aside your thong, and swiping them through your glossy seam. 

“You’re so wet,” he murmured, getting comfortable and resting his head on the plush sofa cushion to watch you touch yourself. “Keep going. Don’t stop until I tell you, too.”

You were going to murder him for speaking to you like this—as if you were an errant pet waiting on his reprimand. 

“Satoru—”

“Oh, hush,” he whispered with a pale, long finger pressed to your lips. “I’m enjoying the show. Stop ruining my first time, Y/N.” 

Your chagrined glare was replaced by a look of hesitation when Satoru used his large palm to cup your left breast. 

“I’ll just pull and twist it?” he asked, referring to your nipple hardening under his touch. 

“Y-yeah,” you swallowed hard. “Give it a little tug and roll it around your fingers.” 

For the first time since you met him, Satoru actually listened to you. He obediently twisted your turgid bud through the slinky fabric of your party top, watching intently as your body reacted under his touch. 

Since he was being good, you decided to treat him. 

Angling your hips closer to him, you rubbed shaky circles onto your clit in tandem with his slow tugs and pinches to your sensitive nipple. Gojo moved onto the other neglected one, repeating his motions until your hips were twitching from every deliberate roll. 

“You’re really sensitive, huh?” 

His whisper ignited the fire in your loins, and not even your touches could put it out. 

“Satoru, I think you can undress me.” 

Your command was met with barely any resistance when he nodded, pushing the straps of your top down to expose your naked breasts to his wandering eyes. 

“Fuck.” 

His reflexive groan caught you off guard. It had been awhile since any man was enthralled by the sight of your bare body. 

Most of those assholes couldn’t wait to jump to the main event without prepping you first. Their selfish insistence made you weary of who you let into your bed.

But, Satoru was the exception. 

His gentleness when he cupped your breasts, and the reverence you felt on your skin when he peppered kisses on your collarbone and shoulders was a far cry from those bums who only wanted to get their dicks wet.

A part of you was duly impressed by Satoru’s consideration—you never expected someone like Gojo to have it in him. 

Proving he worth once more, he planted open-mouth kisses down your neck, right to the swell of your heaving breasts. 

The sensation of his warm mouth wrapping around your nipples caused shivers to run down right into your very core. Satoru was worshipping the soft skin of your cleavage and sensitive buds like they were an altar he had to cleanse with every broad stroke of his tongue. 

Your mind spun in dizzying circles, the ones you drew on your clit growing more erratic by the second.

“Fuck,” you spat out, and couldn’t stop your hand from shooting out to sink in his soft, silvery white hair. “Satoru—”

“Stop.” 

His silky command pierced through the thick fog of your mind, catching you off guard.

“Huh?” He wrenched your hand away from the apex of your thighs, much to your chagrin. “What the fuck—” 

His cheeky grin dominated your blurry vision, and you swore smoke was pouring out of your ears. 

“I was about to cum, asshole!” 

“I know,” he sang. “But, you can’t cum just yet! You have to do it around my cock.” 

You swore, if you weren’t so turned on, you might’ve murdered Gojo. As it was, the idea of feeling him stretch your pussy out was far too enticing, and you were forced to swallow down your pride to admit your needs. 

“Are you gonna do it?” you hissed, feeling your cheeks heating up. “Or, are you going to make me wait?” 

This time, Gojo did not tease you. Judging from the bulge in the front of his jeans, his patience was wearing thin, too. 

Satoru tugged his cashmere crew neck off, and his Corduroy pants went next. If you weren’t so intoxicated with lust, you would’ve snickered at his outfit choice. 

However, there were no thoughts in your head beyond the anticipation of feeling Satoru’s cock slowly easing into you. The vivid yearning was driving you quietly insane, and your hips bucked upwards with such visceral desperation when he got in between your thighs that you were sure he was going to make fun of your neediness. 

He didn’t. 

Satoru’s glassy eyes and his parted mouth filled you with the understanding of his own inner turmoil—the shakiness of his exhale and his next question revealing his hesitation. 

“W-what do I do now?” 

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. 

“How do I fuck you right?” 

For all his bravado and pomp, Satoru was a nervous wreck on top. Your eyes softened, and you urged him up, turning the tides on him and settling him onto his back. 

Those wide, baby blue eyes never peeled off your figure, drinking in the sight of you removing your top and skirt completely with unabashed yearning. His cheeks were turning the prettiest shade of pink, the heat from them emanating down his pale chest like a slowly creeping infection he couldn’t exactly hide. 

Satoru swallowed hard again when you were left in nothing but your lacy thong. Moonlight speckled over the enticing curves of your bare body. He memorised every dip in the terrain of your silhouette until he was positive he could trace it onto a blank piece of paper based on memory alone. 

Your palms were folded onto his chest, using him as leverage when you slowly rolled your thong off your shapely thighs. 

He was glued onto the sight of your honeyed folds, trying hard not to drool when a little bit of your juices dribbled onto his thigh. 

The wide sofa was enough to accommodate both your bodies, and you held onto the velvet arm with one hand, the other reaching to circle his stiff cock. Gojo groaned, lustfully and without shame when you started to stroke him. 

Sure, he had used his own hand and sometimes a sock to get himself off, but nothing could compare to the sensation of a pretty thing who knew what she was doing. 

You glanced at him through half-mast eyes, the sinful sight sending a bolt of lightning right down his spine. Satoru’s tongue tied of its own accord when you let go of his length, though what you did next made every thought he had fly out the window of his whited out mind.

He watched, hungry and blown away, when you sank your hips down on his length, taking him with a small gasp and your head thrown back. 

You felt the burn in your thighs when you set a pace that had the huge couch rocking. Satoru clasped his hands onto your hips, an involuntary low moan leaving his swollen, peachy lips. You were a vision above him—hair falling in your face, and lower lip caught between your teeth. There was a look in your eyes that he was starting to know all too well, like you wanted to devour him piece by piece till only a shred of his sanity remained.

The sight of him bucking his hips to rut up into you was burned into your retinas. 

Satoru was a heavenly visual below you. His white hair was in a disarray, those beautiful blue eyes drowsy with lust. His mouth was parted in an ‘O’, the apples of his cheeks dusted with pink. 

“‘Toru,” you whispered. “C-can feel you so deep.” 

Those salacious words and your sweet nickname broke something in Gojo. 

One second you were sensually undulating your hips above him, and the next, you were on your hands and knees, stretched to your full capacity around his throbbing cock. 

“So beautiful.” 

Before he could give you a moment to steel yourself, Satoru had set a brutal pace that had you biting down on a cushion to muffle your scream. 

Holy shit. He’s good. 

Your slurry mind could barely keep up with this new development. The lanky, annoying man you had called your friend for years was fucking up into you like he was about to break you back. 

The fact that your breathing was growing heavier and you could barely see through your blurry vision kept you locked in a cycle of perpetual surprise and intense pleasure. Satoru was rocking your entire world like he was meant to ruin it, and you were the helpless victim to his infuriating expertise.

Everything Satoru did, he did to excel. And fucking you was no exception. 

He swivelled his hips, smacked your ass, and bent over to leave wet open mouthed kisses on your shoulders and the back of your neck. He tugged and twisted your nipples, played with your clit till you choked back on a scream. Satoru did it over and over again until you couldn’t hold back the ball of tension from exploding.

It rained over you with the effects of a full disaster, shattering your entire world when you finally came for Gojo Satoru. 

His palm was firmly slapped onto your mouth to quieten your sniffles and whines. Gojo let you pulse around his cock pathetically, before his grating chuckle bulldozed past your foggy mind.

“That’s one. I haven’t come yet.”

He flipped you onto your back, perching one thigh on the back of the sofa so he could lean forward and have full access to your flushed pussy. 

Satoru then spent a full fifteen minutes eating you out; sucking on your clit, fucking your quivering hole with his tongue, and running the flat of that infuriating pink muscle back and forth from back to hole until your toes curled in his periphery.

“Ngh—ah! ‘Toru!” 

Clutching his hair in your death grip, Satoru gave you full permission to ride his face with the patience of a saint.

But, even saints were humans and they could be tainted with darker, baser thoughts.

Satoru would never call himself a good man, not when he had you bent against the sofa arm as he languidly fucked you. You hated to admit how much he knew your body—better than you gave him credit for—when he played with your clit again, determined to bring you to your third ruin. 

Your hips were beginning to stutter, and your sweet pussy was clenching down on him like a loving embrace. Satoru buried his face into your hair, expelling a guttural groan.

“Fuck, angel. So good. So good, sweetheart.”

The endearment in his voice and those terms poised you right at the edge, and you were so close to throwing yourself over with barely a beat of hesitation. 

“Say it,” Gojo grunted, voice thick and deep with arousal. “Tell the world who’s fucking you so good.”

If someone had told you a year ago that you would be creaming around Gojo’s cock for the third time in a night, you would’ve told them to shove it and to stop feeding your delusions. 

But, this was happening—Gojo was really using you like a fleshlight he was fond of. When he leaned forward to press a kiss to your cheek, you couldn’t help the gritted sniffle that slipped past your clenched teeth.

“You,” your broken admission put a smile of satisfaction on his face. 

The inexperienced has now become the master. 

“Yeah? Doesn’t sound convincing, sweetheart.”

His lips on the shell of your ear and puffs of hot breath hitting that sensitive strip of skin was enough to make you clench down on him. 

“Satoru…”

“Yeah, that’s my name, baby. Now, shout it for everyone to hear.”

“Satoru,” you were sobbing now, full bodied shakes which echoed the pleasure tearing your world apart. “Satoru!” 

“Louder, baby.”

Stars exploded behind your scrunched lids when he gripped your throat, using it to pull you back towards his chest, cock digging deeper into your soft insides to expose your secrets for the world to see. 

“Satoru! Oh, god—Satoru! Satoru! Sa—”

You choked off when the world suddenly went white.

As if a bomb had detonated, your insides shook, the world going still for a single second. Lights, sounds, smell and touch were suspended in motion, like you were looking at a scene from outside your body.

Then, the movie resumed, fast forwarding and slamming into you with the force of a singular, staggering punch. 

Everything was too bright, too loud, and your heartbeat was erratically going off in your chest, the blood singing in your ears. 

Satoru caught you as you slumped into his arms, and he used what little remained of his self-control to fuck up into you, hard enough for his balls to tighten and his own inner world to shatter into fragments.

His teeth sank into your shoulder, the bite of pain enough to draw out your bittersweet climax. 

“Satoru!” 

The tension was too much, and it hurt to even cum. Your core was cramping up, and your pussy was throbbing like it was about to fall off. 

But, you didn’t care. All you wanted was Satoru and his entirety. 

You would always allow him to destroy your world without a second thought; knowing he was going to stay behind to fix the pieces. 

Gojo did not disappoint you when he held you close to his chest, the last spurt of warmth dripping onto your bare thighs. 

“Fuck,” he breathed. 

You both sank into the plush surface, stained with sweat, cum and disbelief. 

Neither of you could break the silence, and you were reluctant to be the first. If you did, there was no telling if Satoru would up and leave.

Eventually, he made the first move.

Gojo nuzzled your hair, exhaling what sounded like a gust of relief.

“Well, that sure exceeded my expectations.”

The angst of what you both had done aside, Satoru and you were still good friends and you couldn’t throw a friendship away because he had rocked your entire world. 

In fact, you wondered if he would be interested in taking it up a notch. 

You weren’t above admitting that Satoru was the best fuck of your life and a part of you would do anything to make sure he would be your last. 

“Satoru—”

“We’ll talk about everything tomorrow,” he promised, pressing a reassuring kiss to your jaw. “You’ve drained my balls and emotions for one night, baby. Go to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning, okay?” 

You nodded, believing him without a shade of doubt. 

Satoru would give it his word of honour like how did when he said he would impress you. 

Closing your eyes, you drifted off to sleep, but not before you felt the ghost of his laugh stir the loose strands of hair around your neck. 

"Not bad, Gojo," he muttered under his breath, quietly commending himself with a self-assured grin, seemingly unaware that you could hear him. "Not bad at all."

a/n: he's so stinky i would ride him till he passes out just to get him to shut up.

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Hear me out! Possessive sex + Overstimulation + Brat Taming + Breeding. Both of the Weasley Twins please. 🤭

I just always have this thought of just teasing the shit out of them when they’re work and fleeing afterwards. It’s almost as if we took their job of teasing us, and I could just imagine how pent up and frustrated they can be when they can’t do anything since there’s kids and adults around. The joke shop is suppose to be an appropriate place especially when it’s meant mainly for kids..Perhaps, add a part where we purposefully flirt with one of our old classmates. You can choose who! If you don’t like this idea, I completely understand! Feel free to add some kinks if you like or story elements. 🫶

Hi Anon! I’m so sorry it has taken so long to get this out, writing has had to be on the back-burner for now but I’m slowly getting back! Sorry for the lack of smut, it’s more of the setup as I’m abit smutted out 🖤

Warnings: Sexual tension, brat behaviour, Dom!sub relationships, polyamory, teasing, sexual references, mild swearing. Flirting, mentions of pregnancy, pregnancy kink, breeding kink.

Word count: 2.5k

Wonder Witch

You knew what you were getting into the second you opened up your wardrobe and changed into the outfit you'd carefully prepared for today. Your husbands had already long since departed the flat to set up the shop for the day, leaving you just a little later to sleep in, which you were thankful for.

Today was the big launch of new wonder witch products that the twins had been tirelessly working on, perfecting the range ready for the big launch today. You'd helped with ordering violently pink balloons to decorate every orifice of the shop, had banners printed and had even managed to convince Madame Puddifoot's to make some limited edition iced biscuits for the celebration, all in the same sickening shade of pink.

The icing on the cake was the costume that you'd picked out ready to hand out and display the new items, recreating the wonder witch icon on the packaging.

The dress in itself wasn't too risky, an array of pink and gold overlapping fabric that fell just above your knee, with a pointed witches hat in a smilies style. But it also had exposed shoulders with dropped sleeves and a corseted middle which hoisted in your waist to create a rather dramatic shape, highlighting your hips in a way that you knew would drive your husbands crazy. You carefully curled your hair and applied a healthy dose of mascara to really make your eyes pop before applying an equally vibrant lipsticks that you'd found matched the colour of wonder witch perfectly. You added a little highlighter around your cheeks to give you a little bit more of a playful look and slipped on your shoes to really help bring the look together.

When you looked in the mirror, you were more than pleased with yourself. You looked hot.

Checking the clock, you saw that it was 8:53am, just in time for the store to open. You could hear the twins flapping, mainly George, the moment you opened the door towards the staircase. They were bustling ready for the big opening and the unsurprising lack of Verity meant that she was probably going to be late again.

"Angel can you put these products on the... shit." George says the second you walk down the stairs, noticing the outfit almost immediately.

"What's up with you?" Fred asks, walking over to George under the staircase until he comes into full view, noticing that his twin seems to be frozen on the spot. He turns, looking towards the direction George seems frozen at and you watch as his eyes widen also comically wide. "Holy Godric."

"Morning," you say cheerfully, leaning up to press a kiss to George's cheek before doing the same to Fred as they look at you in complete shock, mouths slightly parted. "Where do you want me?"

"Um," George says, clearing his throat though his eyes hardly move from the curve of your breasts, a prominent feature of your dress. You fight the urge to laugh, wanting to keep up your little innocent play, pretending that you had no idea why they were looking at you like that.

"You want these on the shelf?" You ask, batting your eyelashes at them, watching as Fred's tongue pokes out to wet his lips.

The little clock on the wall chimes, signalling the store opening, just as you bend down to grab the box of products and you look up with pouting lips, watching as the twins hardly react to the chimes.

"You gonna unlock the doors big boy?" You ask Fred with a singular raised eyebrows, noticing how he doesn't even attempt to pull out his wand. A frantic knock on the doors pulls him out of his thoughts and you all turn to see Verity knocking to be let it, surrounded by a large crowd of customers ready to shop the new products. You flash a little wink at George as Fred unlocks the doors with a flick of his wand, the fireworks and the tricks beginning all in perfect synchronisation. When you look back up after picking up the box of products and see your two men still staring at you, completely unaware of the swarm of customers bursting through the doors, you knew today was going to be fun.

The store was packed right from opening, a never-ending swarm of people crossing through the doors until the shop was almost too full of people, all wanting to get their hands on the new merchandise. It was an overwhelming success, the new line of wonder witch products and cosmetics and you were thankful, fortunate and insanely proud of your husbands for pulling off the ideas you'd created together. You should have been tired, drained from the day as it neared closing time but truthfully you were on an adrenaline high, on cloud nine from teasing your husbands all day and seeing their increasing desperation.

All day you'd made sure to be a little bit of a brat, an utter tease whilst trying to portray yourself as an innocent Angel- something you knew for a fact that they didn't believe in the slightest.

George was easier to rile up, always quicker to respond to your more subtle teasing. You'd brushed past him a number of times today, the packed shop only aiding your need to slowly brush your ass against the front of his trousers as you squeezed past him or to pass something up to Verity on the stairs, ensuring that he got a face full of cleavage as you stretched up. You'd caught him staring at you more times today than you could count on all your extremities, especially when you climbed the stairs above him, ensuring that he knew your bare thighs were right above him.

Fred didn't always respond to subtlety, so you knew your efforts had to be boosted when it came to him. You'd purposely licked and sucked at one of the dark mark lollipops in the most outrageous way whenever he was paying attention and you'd even heard him choke on his own spit when he noticed.

You knew you had him when you were explaining to a group of seventh year girls about the patented daydream charms and how how they worked, passing out the colourful boxes items around the group as they accepted them with eager and curious eyes.

"Up to thirty minutes of pure, blissful imagination; let me tell you it will create a very realistic daydream of your choice so you know that boy you're crushing on? You're going to have the best thirty minutes of your life."

You're met with a round of playful giggles as you smile at them, knowing you were in for a good sale.

"Have you used it?" One of the girls asks and you nod eagerly with a smirk, knowing that Fred was just behind you from the way you could feel his presence, hearing him talk only moments before.

"Not since I married him," you say with a smirk as you receive another round of girlish giggles. "Between us, those thirty minutes with Fred were some of my most imaginative creations, believe me these little things are special," you say, twisting the box in your hands. "Just don't tell George." You watch as the girls' eyes light up and they quickly shove them in their baskets. You turn then, catching Fred's eye as he pretends not to have been listening and you act as if you're bashful about what he might have heard, placing a strand of hair nervously behind your ear as you walk away, making sure to sway your hips ever so slightly, knowing he'd be watching.

By lunchtime, you'd effortlessly riled them up to a point that it was so painfully obvious what they were trying to hide that you found yourself biting back a smirk for most of the day. They were so easily and deeply affected that it was rather fun to watch, but none more so than when Dean Thomas came into the shop just after the dinner time rush. You'd taken a quick break and had reapplied your lipstick, carefully checking you appearance before you walked down the stairs back to work. Dean had been talking to both of your lives near the stairs when he spotted you, eyes briefly widening as he took in your appearance. Unfortunately for him, Fred had been mid sentence and had definitely noticed Dean checking you out, making his go silent and cause a thunderous look to cross his face.

"Y/n, hi! It's good to see you!" Dean smiles as you approach them all, careful to avoid looking at the faces of your husbands who had now both caught on to Dean's over-pleasant demeanour.

"Dean, good to see you too!"

"You look good! Who knew that y/n (*maiden name) would become wonder witch!" His hands gesture towards your outfit and then to the display of new products to the side with your likeness on.

"It's Weasley," both twins said a little too quickly, in perfect synchronisation, making you have to bite the inside of your cheek to stop a laugh spilling out at their obvious jealously.

"Of course," Dean says somewhat absently, not picking up on the sudden hostility aimed at him by the shop-owners. "So what have you been up to? Do you see the others much?"

"Didn't ask us this many questions," you hear George mumble under his breath to Fred, who has crossed his arms across his chest and is hardly blinking, watching Dean closely.

"The usual," you smile, shooting a fleeting glance at your two husbands who's red faces seem to match their hair. "Keeping these two in line, keeping the shop afloat," you joke.

"So no little Weasley's running about yet?"

You could almost sense the little eye twitch George did at the words and you were certain that Fred seemed to stand even straighter, making himself even taller to tower over Dean.

"Hopefully soon," you say, biting your lip and George's eyes flicker to you with a fire in them, your words affecting him more easily than you'd anticipated. Fred seemed to incidentally lose his footing and was knocked off balance for a second, breaking the rather playful mood that had settled between you and Dean.

After Dean had left with a few things he'd come for, you finally accepted your fate and let the veil slip enough to drop the innocent act you'd been playing all day. Fred had cornered you beside the till, a stolen moment of peace as you reached high up to re-stock the daydreams, flashing him with a glimpse of your stocking.

"Really Freddie?" You pretended to admonish as you felt his rather prominent evidence of arousal against your hip as he started to get grabby with you, nearing the end of his restraint. "This is a respected establishment Mr Weasley, there are children about!"

You shuffled past him with a little tut, hiding your smirk behind your hair, leaving him stranded with mouth agape at your sudden boldness. George wasn't faring much better, his eyes still fixed on the curve of your breasts whenever he caught a glimpse, silently watching you rile him up further and further as your act slipped away.

With one last attempt at completely flipping the switch inside of them, throwing them over the metaphorical cliff, you doubled down your efforts. It was nearly closing time and you walked slyly over to the cash register whilst George was cashing up for the night and began stretching, pointing out your chest and making some very questionable noises. You adjusted the little cold shoulder straps on your dress and readjusted your breasts in the dress, sensing your attentive audience of George who was close by and Fred who had stopped what he was doing to watch you from across the shop. You suddenly turned and walked behind George, placing your hand on his hip as you squeezed past to reach for a carrier bag, carefully dragging your hand over his lower back as you leaned down. When you began to turn and walk away, you felt a large hand shoot out and grab your wrist.

“Angel.”

His tone was clear and clipped, telling you everything you needed to do.

“I know exactly what you’re doing,” he says, moving to stand behind you in the near empty shop, an obvious erection pressing into your behind. “Keep going little brat, you’re only fuelling the fire.”

When he lets you go and turns back to his task with no other reaction, you knew it was time to slip away. You rushed up the stairs, carefully avoiding both of them, ready for the next step of the plan. You’d prepped dinner on your lunch break, wanting to get ahead for the night and flicked the oven on with a flick of your wand as soon as you made it upstairs. You kicked off your shoes, pulled off your panties and waited, busying yourself to ward off the desperate arousal you were feeling, anticipating a good but long night ahead.

As soon as you heard the familiar, incoming footsteps on the landing, you bent over in your skirt to slip the pie into the oven, giving them quite a show when they walked in.

“Fucking Godric,” you heard Fred exclaim when he stepped through the door, followed by a similar curse only moments later by his twin as they see your pussy on full display for them, peeking out from below the short skirt as you bend over.

“Princess,” he says, beginning to stalk over to you as you pulled yourself up, closing the oven. You looked at them innocently, big doe-eyes and fluttering lashes as you watched them darkly approach you.

“You were naughty today,” George says, his hand reaching out to cup the back of your neck as he pulls you into a devastatingly sinful kiss that immediately makes your nipples harden under the dress. You gasp into his mouth when you suddenly feel a hand creeping up your inner thigh, underneath your dress.

“Remember what you said to Dean, princess?” Fred asks, voice dangerously low, prompting you to nod whilst trying to catch your breath. You knew exactly what you’d said, what you’d hoped for.

“Reckon we should start now?” He asks, his hand ghosting over the curve of your ass, feeling the bare flesh underneath his fingers. “Want you knocked up right fucking now.”

“Agreed,” George adds, somehow looking and sounding ever darker and more determined than Fred. George suddenly reaches out and turns off the oven with a harsh flick of his wrist, smirking when you look up at him in confusion at him turning off the oven.

“We’re not gonna be done with you that soon,” he says with a devilish smirk. “Gonna cum in you over and over, taking turns filling you. There’s gonna be so much cum in you that you won’t know where you start and we end, get you all round from us. Now.”

“Get on the bed.”

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I WAS WAITING FOR THE ASKBOX TO BE OPENED AGAIN WOOHOO…

anyway. How about a belly bulge from a strap with Robin? Like, trying out different straps with Robin and the one is bigger then the bigger belly bulge on her stomach is!!!

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☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Robin x dom!fem!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Reader with a strap but that's probably evident HAHAHA, squirting

☆ — NOTES: I JUMPED ohhh 🐿 how I love your mind ik you sent this when I last opened my askbox I'm so sorry it took this long 💀💀💀💀💀

I went crazy insane before sitting down to write this bc HOLY FUCK

For the record I'd like to think that this was Robin's initial idea. She got way too curious and decided to just maaaybe suggest experimenting with sizes :3

And maybe she wants to see how it feels to be stuffed silly but shhh you don't need to know that (you probably already know LOL)

You start with a smaller size before buying new ones that are bigger than the last......but you just can't help but notice that whenever you both look around the site for another one, she always seems to linger at a particularly large one before you gently nudge her and snap her out of whatever train of thought she was in

So you end up buying that exact one in secret before surprising her, in which case?

The moment you revealed your 'mystery gift', you find that you've never seen Robin's eyes practically sparkle this much in such a peculiar way; it shined with a humorous mix of surprise, amusement and heated desire.

"Is this..?"

"I've noticed your eye on it more than once—for a multi-talented performer, you're not exactly discreet," you joked.

She smiles bashfully, "I suppose I've let my excitement show once or twice..."

"Really."

She laughs in that melodic tone you've easily grown to love, "Oh, hush, you!"

But then her eyes drift back to the new toy you've bought her.. and her hand idly strokes the false appendage, the size comparison between it and her hand being.. definitely something.

You hadn't even realised you were staring at her (and her movements) until you heard her clearing her throat, "Y-Yes? Sorry, I didn't quite catch that."

She gives you a light smirk, the wings on her head lightly flapped as if it were tittering, "I was going to ask if you'd like to try it out on me but if you're preoccupied with something, then-- mmph! ..Mm..."

You had silenced her with a quick yet deep kiss, the dildo pressing down on both your stomachs and earning you an excited moan before you drew back, "Was that enough of an answer for you, angel?"

"Mhm..." Her hand went to feel the toy leaning on her stomach, as if a prelude for the real event, "More than satisfactory."

Oh god when you get down to it, it's like she's absolutely hypnotised. Robin's DEFINITELY a lot more, for the lack of a more eloquent term befitting for such a lovely lady 🥰, sluttier and you've found that out for a bit now, but you've never seen her like this—all that's happening right now is Robin blowing you and yet it's as if she's already so dumb and eager as she drools on your cock. Can't even fit it in her mouth, what's the chance that she'd fit in her cunt????

Turns out she's determined to have you (and your new toy) inside of her no matter what 🤷‍♀️ gotta respect the woman's perseverance 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

She winces when you try to put it in at first (with a LOT of questioning her beforehand about whether she's sure she can handle it, which she says she can but still) and you take your time with it, letting her adjust to the stretch little by bit. Something inside her wants you to just shove it all in but she 1) knows better and 2) doesn't want to worry you 🫶🫶🫶🫶

It takes a while but when you finally bottom out inside her she is WEAK AS HELLLLLLL❗️❗️ Her eyes are half-lidded, her breaths fast, drool gathering on the corner of her mouth.......oh she's already gone and you haven't even started moving yet

The moment you do though??? Ohhh boy oh boy oh BOYYYYYYY her wings are a DEFINITE tell on how she's feeling. With the way they're flapping and twitching as you piston her deeply, you can easily say she was enjoying it ☺️

And alsooo the moment you've all been waiting for :33333

You had been so distracted with your Halovian lover's reactions that you almost didn't notice the very noticeable bulge on her...

Oh. Oh.

"Robinnn..." You cooed with a clear smirk on your lips, "I'm sure you can manage to look down here, right? It'll be worth it."

You accentuate your point further by gently grazing your hand onto the evident bulge on her stomach disappearing and reappearing every time you plunged the strap inside her. She looks down at the feeling with unfocused eyes before they widen at the realisation...

And then you push.

The reaction you get is one you wish you recorded for preservation—she screams as her nails claw on the sheets underneath her, hips shaking up and pushing herself even further into your cock. The tip ends up hitting a particular spot and her eyes roll back as you feel some sort of pressure hitting onto your strap.

The moment you pull out, a jet of liquid squirts out and hits you and the strap both. It takes a while before her orgasm actually starts to recede.

...

And you need her to do that again, you resolve within yourself, as you use the wings on her hips as handlebars and pull her back on your dick without a warning.

You don't stop for a while, that much is clear

Yk what else is clear? That Robin's a SIIIIZE QUEEEEEN I love her 🥰🥰🥰 She's soooo stretched out and fucked out by the end of it and yk what the best part is???

She makes sure to show you just how much she appreciates her very big gift in any way you'd want ☺️☺️

She's gonna have so much fun the day after when she goes to work ahahahah no fr I'd say jokes but I'm really not. She'll think about what you've done and what you now have and she'll feel her pussy clench as she gets distracted by her own thoughts when she REALLY shouldn't be 😭

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⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ CHAINED UP ! Felix Imagine !

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You and your friend Felix had never argued before, he was a very sweet guy and you loved the way he treated and cared for you. Too bad something had changed that day. You had deliberately provoked him, and you were sure he understood, for his gaze was anything but the friendly and affectionate one it was every day when he was in your company. You had cuddled for a while on the couch in your house before going out to dinner together. A dinner that took a different turn than you had imagined. You had never seen Felix jealous of you in these months, in fact you had never even given him the chance to be jealous, being loyal to him and not prone to who knows what conversations with other guys. And it was this, perhaps somewhat unhealthy, idea that had prompted you to make a pass at the waiter to see what your boyfriend's reaction would be.

The response had been a bloodshot and unfriendly look at the man serving you at the table. You wanted to ease the tension, so it was not more than a few minutes before you took off your shoe and placed your foot against his intimacy, beginning to rub against the flap of his trousers. She almost choked on the piece of lettuce she was swallowing. "Y/N, what are you doing? Wasn't it enough for you to hit on the guy?" He said, clearly annoyed. But your game had only just begun. You giggled and then continued rubbing while you ate your pasta in silence. The waiter then came over to ask if everything was all right, and you had flirtatiously replied a yes, only to turn your attention to your friend, who was obviously annoyed with you. He took your foot and squeezed it between his fingers, making you moan. He suddenly blushed and put his hands to his face - "Y/N enough, you're pissing me off, I won't take responsibility for my actions if you keep this up". He told you very seriously.

Too bad you still wanted to play.

"Oops," you whispered and then brought your other foot to massage the flap of his trousers. He let go of your foot and stood up abruptly, then dragged you to the cash register so he could pay the bill and get you out of there, then grabbed you by the neck and kissed you roughly after slamming you against the wall. This was a new side of Felix for you; you had never seen him so rough and possessive of you. Perhaps the bedroom would see some good things that night.

And you weren't far wrong, because as soon as you got home he threw you on the bed, tore off your clothes and then did the same to himself. "You want to play princess, let's play then," he sneered, then pounced on your lips and bit them hungrily. He cupped your breasts in his hands and it came naturally to you to put a hand in his blond long hair and squeeze it tightly. Too bad Felix had other plans. He pulled away from you, licked his lips and then rummaged through the cupboard, pulling out chains that left you open-mouthed, not expecting him to like such things. When he approached you with an almost evil grin, you began to worry a little. He climbed astride you, towering over you, and tied your wrists to the sides of the headboard. But that was not the most surprising thing, as he also pulled out another unexpected object.

A vibrator was in your boyfriend's hands and with a grin he activated it to full power and aimed it at your clit. You had your lips half closed as you let out a cry of pleasure, having this power directed at your intimacy was not going to lead to anything good, you didn't know how long you would last in this state.

In the meantime, while you were a moaning mess, Felix began to bite your nipples, lowering himself on your breasts, teasing them to provoke you even more. He was angry and you could feel it; he couldn't bear to see you flirting with others because you were his. And no one could have you but him. His bites moved all over your body, as did the vibrator that began to make its way between your now wet walls, spreading them wide so he could enter you. And when only the tip was inside your orifice, another screaming moan left your lips. "So who is it that makes you come so much, mh? Me or that asshole waiter, Princess?" He whispered in your ear before biting down and shoving the vibrator all the way into you. Oh yes, that made you moan, clutching his forearms and screaming his name. The only one you wanted to fuck. The only one you wanted to photograph you into unconsciousness. "F-Felix! I can't resist, it's too much, I'm cumming any minute!"

But once again Felix had other plans for you.

The vibrator came out of you, denying you an orgasm as you cried out in pleasure, looking for something to rub against. "Did it seem so easy to you, princess? Argh no, now like the good whore you are you're praying for this orgasm, you're praying because you want my cock and nothing else, aren't you baby?" He giggled, squeezing your neck in a way that made you almost gasp for breath. But you liked it, you loved seeing this Felix. "Please..fuck..me," you said breathlessly, lifting your pelvis in search of contact. And with a grin, the blond man crashed inside your walls and began to fuck you at an almost inhuman speed. You had never seen him so animalistic with you and you had to admit that you liked it, a lot. Your voice was broken by moans, you couldn't say anything, you couldn't concentrate on anything but his cock going in and out of you. "My good whore took me so well, so warm, so tight, even though I fucked you with the vibrator." He moaned inside you.

But this time you were sure that the orgasm would not deny you, he began to move more intensely until he released himself inside you with a moan, continuing to move despite the fact that you had also released yourself after a long unconnected moan. But he didn't care, he wanted to continue and he was over-stimulating you. "Fucking Felix, I'm going to cum again," you whispered. And he grinned, grabbed your legs and put them over his shoulders, spread your buttocks and the walls with his hands, sank into you even harder, then came again, watching his cum dripping out of you.

"Fuck, Princess, you are all mine." He whispered as he collapsed on top of you. "All mine." This made you smile, for although he had fucked you wildly up to that point, he remained the sweet boy he had always been, who had always taken care of you. He picked you up and then took you into a hot bath together, gently caring for you before changing the sheets and tucking you into bed, hugging you and covering your naked bodies in the moonlight. "That was great, Fefi." You smiled at the little nickname you liked to give him. "Definitely, but please don't hit on anyone else." He giggled and you responded with a sweet, long kiss on his lips.

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a/n : hii, this was a request by an anon but I mistakenly deleted it 😭😭 so I hope that the anon will find this and like this so as you !! I'm writing things very short bc I'm actually studying for the exam session so forgive me, but im planning something bigger soooo 🤍🤍🔜 I opened a ko-fi account, i will post there some stories and drawings, if you want to support me i will be grateful to anyone who wants to give me tips, ITS NOT OBLIGATORY

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[lewkwoodnco]

i have an imagine request!

Lockwood has a particularly bad panic attack during an investigation and reader helps him to get through it.

panic attack - anthony lockwood x reader

“Maybe you hit your head harder than you thought. Quick,” she said, shoving her hand in his face, “how many fingers?”

He rolled his eyes and pulled her fingers out of the way. She tried not to focus on how gently he wrapped his hand around hers.

“I thought you liked my ugly mug. No, wait - you like my coat. And how it flaps behind me when I run. You think it’s cool.”

“No, you think it’s cool.”

He creased his forehead comically. “No, no, I distinctly remember us discussing my coat and how cool it was. I got us coffee right after, remember?”

“Delusional. Add that to your list of symptoms.”

a/n: I know, I know, what a creative title. I really have outdone myself haven’t I (/s) this can be read as a stand-alone fic but I wrote it as a sequel (ish?) to my you are in love fic, so there's some references back to that one! sorry this took so long and enjoyyyy

tropes/warnings: descriptions of a panic attack, self-loathing, angst, only a little bit of fluff at the end

wc: 1.9k!

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Winkman was glaring at her, clearly saying something she couldn’t hear over the blood roaring in her ears. She had no idea what she was doing. Dousing them in gasoline had been a split-second decision, and now that she had done it, she wasn’t sure what to do next. Surely she couldn’t actually want to set them on fire, could she? They had a child, for crying out loud. A very creepy, undoubtedly messed-up child, but he was still just a kid. Was she really going to orphan him?

He took a step towards Lockwood, and her survival instincts kicked in. She flicked the lighter on, looking more sure of herself than he felt.

“Don’t you dare.” She stepped closer. She needed Winkman like a rat in a corner. “Touch him, and I’ll burn your decrepit little house of horrors to the ground with you, your wife and your freak of a son.”

He watched the flame, weighing his choices before he retreated reluctantly. She felt giddy with power. She clumsily crept over to Lockwood’s chair and started fiddling with the leather straps. Her hand brushed against his - cold as ice. Once the straps were undone, she waited, but Lockwood remained seated, seemingly transfixed on Winkman.

“Lockwood,” she hissed in his ear, one eye still on Winkman. “Come on. Forget Winkman, let’s go.”

Winkman’s mouth curled into an unpleasant, thin-lipped smile.

“You know I’m right, boy.”

“You shut up.” She waved the lighter menacingly in his direction and he scowled. Her palms were suddenly feeling clammy. What did Winkman mean? She hadn’t been paying attention. What was he supposedly right about, and why did Lockwood look like he believed him?

Once Lockwood was out of his chair, she wrapped a hand around his wrist, gently pulling him along as they backed out of the warehouse. Luckily, whatever spell he had been under seemed to have broken. From what she could tell from the few glances she dared to pull her eyes away from Winkman, save for a few scratches and cuts, Lockwood was mostly undamaged.

“- this is the last time I go along with any of your ridiculous schemes, Lockwood. For God’s sake, we could have d- Lockwood?”

Only Lockwood wasn’t beside her anymore. Once they had exited the warehouse, they had taken off running into the dead of the night. She spun around to see him slumped against a wall a few feet behind her, clawing at his throat.

“Lockwood?” She walked over, warily eyeing his every twitch and death-rattle gasp of air. “What’s - you alright?”

He didn’t seem to have heard her. One of his hands dropped to his chest, directly above his heart, while he dragged the other down the brick wall roughly enough to make her wince. She stepped closer, watching every fibre of his being flicker with nervous energy.

“Can’t - breathe,” he finally choked out.

“Did Winkman give you something?”

With some difficulty, Lockwood shook his head. Everything seemed to take a second or two for him to process through whatever fog was in his head. His flinching was oddly reminiscent of something, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

“Then wha…” Oh. Oh. A panic attack. As his fingers scrabbled uselessly at the knot of his tie, it became more and more clear. She was watching Anthony Lockwood have a panic attack.

“Lockwood…listen to me. The world isn’t ending. Just breathe.”

“I’m trying!” He coughed a little as he forced the words out.

“For the love of -“ she yanked him closer and smacked him across the face. The rambling stopped, and so did the restless wandering, and the look in his eyes told her he could actually recognise her now.

“Hey! Enough! Snap out of it.” She distractedly brushed a hand over her eyes. Tears. “This is all in your head.”

“No. You heard him. Don’t you see, Y/N? It doesn’t matter what I do, or how hard I try. I’m always going to be a burden and I’m always going to weigh you down.”

She thought she felt her heart break a little. It was all she could do to keep herself from breaking down too. “Lockwood, that’s not true.”

“Like hell it isn’t!” That last outburst seemed to sap away what little of his energy was left. He slid down the wall as he struggled to catch his breath, head between his knees.

“Why didn’t you let him kill me?”

Because I wouldn’t have been able to bear it. Because I would be stupidly empty without you. Because you keep this god-awful picture in your desk of me fighting a broken nose and I’m too much of a coward to accept the only possible explanation. Because I love you.

“Think of it this way. You wouldn’t have let him kill me no matter how much I begged, right?”

“No.”

“And why not?”

He pulled his head out of his knees and gave a humourless laugh. She didn’t see anything all that funny herself.

“Why not? You…you’re like the sun.”

She cleared her throat awkwardly. It was the adrenaline, she told herself. Plus the panic attack. He didn’t know what he was saying.

“You’re my best friend, Lockwood. Do you really think I’d appreciate someone killing my best friend? Huh?”

He managed a small flicker of a smile. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. It was getting late. She turned and walked down the road until she found a cab to flag down, before running back.

“Come on,” she said as she breathlessly dragged Lockwood up. She stumbled under his weight as she steered them both towards the waiting cab, already trying to forget what she had just seen. The cabby took in their gear and Lockwood’s wan face, and shot her a sympathetic look. She looked away.

The whole drive home, Lockwood either dozed or stared into space with this vacant look in his eyes. She had never seen him look this lost.

It made her want to cry.

Back at Portland Row, she sat him down at the kitchen table and pulled out their first aid kit. George was passed out on the couch in the living room, and he looked so exhausted it seemed cruel to wake him. Bit by bit, she tenderly dressed Lockwood’s scrapes.

“I just -“ Lockwood started, then grimaced. “I don’t know what I’m doing with my life.”

“Well, you head an agency that makes the world a safer place, one Visitor at a time. As far as life purposes go, it’s not half-bad.”

“Do you think,” Lockwood asked in a quiet, somewhat strangled voice, “do you think he really knew my parents?”

She scoffed half-heartedly, trying to ignore the troubled look in his eyes. “Of course not. He was just trying to get under your skin.” Lockwood winced as she pressed a damp cloth to a nasty scrape on his forehead. “Don’t tell me it’s working.”

“I’m not asking why he said it. I’m asking if you believe him.”

The denial sat ready at the top of her tongue, and yet, she couldn’t bring herself to follow through with it. She wanted to wave away his worries, roll her eyes at the very thought of any of it being remotely true, but she couldn’t lie to him. Not when it was just the two of them and there was no dancing around the fact that he didn’t look at anyone else the way he looked at her, and he never whispered a word of the secrets he shared with her in confidence. His eyes flicked from the hesitation in her eyes to where her lips were pressed thin.

“You heard the way he said it, Y/N,” he murmured, like he was coaxing an admission out of her. “He wasn’t lying. And he was bloody proud of it.”

She swallowed hard, her throat feeling inexplicably constricted as her eyes dropped to the rough grain of the kitchen table. If he wanted to, Lockwood could hold the piercing sort of gaze that felt as though he was peering right into your soul. She dug the heels of his palms into her eyes. Oh, why did he have to read her like an open book?

“So?” She dropped her hands. “Maybe you’re right.”

“I know I'm right.”

“Maybe he did know your parents. But he doesn’t know you.”

Lockwood’s gaze darted around the room moodily as he stubbornly refused to look at her face or the scrape on his palm she was disinfecting. “Maybe he doesn’t need to.”

She pulled her hand away and scoffed. “Oh my god, do you hear yourself? You’re really going to take the word of some bitter, violent washed-up relic man over mine?”

His brooding faltered. “Of course not.”

“It’s like I’ve never waded in questionable waters to fish out Sources you were too excitable and butter-fingered to handle properly.”

Lockwood had the decency to look mildly embarrassed. “That was one time, and I thanked you like a billion times for the rest of the week. I gave you three whole biscuits too.”

“Or maybe I just dreamt up all those times you had me fib about your whereabouts, like for that TV interview - brilliant plan, by the way.  Took George all of two seconds to switch on the telly and see your ugly mug plastered all over it.”

“How was I supposed to know which channel he’d pick?”

“You were on national television.” Two months on and it still hadn’t seemed to sink in. “And I guess that beehive that you were too scared to get close to in the Smiths’ case just never existed.”

“Hang on, now -“

“No, no, it’s too late. Next time I’ll just let you fall seven stories and break your neck.”

“Alright, I get it.“

She finally let herself laugh as he pulled her down into the chair next to his, her legs an undignified heap of limbs from where they were tangled with his. She tilted her head as she considered him from up close, the sheepish ghost of a smile playing at his lips and the familiar embarrassed tinge of pink to the tips of his ears.

“I’m sorry, I promise. Don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Maybe you hit your head harder than you thought. Quick,” she said, shoving her hand in his face, “how many fingers?”

He rolled his eyes and pulled her fingers out of the way. She tried not to focus on how gently he wrapped his hand around hers.

“I thought you liked my ugly mug. No, wait - you like my coat. And how it flaps behind me when I run. You think it’s cool.”

“No, you think it’s cool.”

He creased his forehead comically. “No, no, I distinctly remember us discussing my coat and how cool it was. I got us coffee right after, remember?”

“Delusional. Add that to your list of symptoms.”

They lapsed into a comfortable silence. Lockwood hadn’t released her fingers from his grip. She wasn’t about to remind him either. He lazily stroked his thumb over her knuckles, and the movement was soothing enough to put her to sleep.

“Thank you.”

She peeled her eyes open. He was staring at their hands clasped together in her lap. He pressed a featherlight kiss to her knuckles and she felt herself flush.

“Erm, time for bed?”

“Bed.”

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[tinytalkingtina]

The True Face of Bravery

Written for the @steddiemicrofic June challenge prompt, using the word "stuff" and max 483 words.

483 words | Rating: T (for a single swear word)

Tags: Fantasy DnD AU, Tiefling Steve Harrington, Anti-Tiefling racism, Steve Harrington has bad parents, implied child abuse, first kiss

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"'Mi'lord', your squire is whining he can't find your club, the one with the spikes and-um." Eddie froze with his hands still on the tent flap, staring at Steve. And surely this was Steve, he had the same facial features and clothes as Stephen Harrington, heir to the Barony of Loch Nora and paladin extraordinaire. Except Stephen Harrington didn't have luminous red skin, or a pair of horns that spiraled up out of his hair and curved back over themselves just above his ears. And he certainly didn't normally have a pointed tail poking out from his trousers. Before Eddie could even begin to think of retreating, he found himself roughly yanked inside the tent. “Wait!” Eddie flailed, wrenching himself out of Steve's grasp. “Please don't kill me! As fitting as it would be for Eddie the Banished to die at the hand of a noble I really would rather it not happen today, I promise I can keep my mouth shut and—“ Eddie stopped babbling as he took in how badly Steve was trembling. Weaponless, he had only moved to block the tent flap. Steve lifted a shaking hand to his nose. "Father was right, it was always going to come down to an act of stupidity on my part. Just, let me finish this mission, please." Eddie blinked, still wrapping his head around his companion’s true appearance. "What?" "Vecna is a blight on these lands. Even if the Order is going to expel me once they know, I swore an oath to slay him. I'm asking that you wait to turn me in until we're done. I promise, I'll go quietly." "Why would I turn you in?" Steve's tail twitched when he was anxious. "Have you somehow missed that I'm the shameful reminder of my ancestor's wrongdoings?” he said, clearly mimicking something he had been told many times over. Eddie took a tentative step forward. "And what makes you think I give a flying fuck what stuff society or your Order believes? Sweetheart, I'm just impressed you've managed to hide yourself for this long." "As a child my parents wouldn't let me leave my chambers until I could cast illusion magic." Steve whispered. "But why—” "You're kind of the ideal paladin, you know?" Eddie barreled on. "Always throwing yourself headlong into danger to protect others. You're kind and funny and," he blushed, "absolutely breathtaking. If those abyssal chickens hadn't broken my lute, I would immediately start composing something about the swirl of your horns." "You would...oh." Red hands with black-tipped claws reached out to gently encircle his waist. Eddie shyly reached up to tuck a loose lock of Steve's hair behind one of his horns. "Come on, let's get some rest. You have an undead lich to slay tomorrow, Sir Stephen the Brave,” he said softly. The equally soft kiss he received in response spoke of something much longer than tomorrow.

Some tidbits of trivia/more babbling about this AU under the cut!

I've had an idea for a DnD AU for a long time, featuring members of the nobility Harringtons who made a deal with a devil in exchange for power and wealth. When their first-born son was a born a tiefling, to hide their shame, they at first kept him hidden from view, then, once he learned magic, forced him to constantly cast disguise self to appear human.

As a paladin, he is driven to helping those in need, but doesn't like anyone touching his hair (they'll feel his horns under the illusion magic) hence his nickname "the Hair". Dustin is an artificer gnome, his loyal if mouthy squire, while Eddie is a half elf bard who doesn't initially like "Mr goody two shoes shining knight".

Vecna is a literal undead evil lich causing trouble from his own pocket dimension, dubbed "The Upside Down".

Also Abyssal chickens are in fact a real DnD monster and they are adorably terrifying.

[loggiepj]

FORBIDDEN

Part 8 | Part 9

Part 10

WANDA was still shaken to her soul. It took her a couple of hours later to finally stop her fingers from trembling. She swore any time longer, her fingernails would break the skin of her palms from the tight clutch she had with her fists.

The journey back to the camp was silent, anyone could literally hear ice cracking from a distance. The sound of footsteps crunching against the snow was all the exchanges Wanda and Y/n had given to each other. Pepper decided to stay behind.

The witch couldn't tell if the human looked sympathetic towards her, for she knew it wasn't the first time someone died in front of her. But she didn't put much thought into it for she couldn't get the words out of her head. The words she knew would haunt her forever.

Wanda was used to hearing prophecies being told from elder witches, even scribbled in scriptures or rolls, but she had never been given one before. One that was specifically for her. It was like a death sentence, but it wasn't. It wasn't, right?

The words flowed through her mind like a river during summer as she thought about what the elder witch had said to her one more time.

Be wary;

Not everyone is what they portray to be

Betrayal? Of course not. It was so vague. Who couldn't be trusted? The Avengers? The humans? Y/n? No.

To end the great war between flying foxes and soaring eagles

She was sure about this line.

Flying foxes meant bats, which symbolized the cunning witches. So the obvious thing, soaring eagles, would be the humans, the Deviants. But what if Avengers were one of them too?

Is that possible? Do Avengers stray away from their ultimate goal and go against their own kind?

A red spider lily will come after the devil's kin

She didn't know what that meant. But it didn't mean it didn't cross her mind. The Scarlet Witch could be the devil's kin. She'd read books and books about it. If she could only draw her own family tree, she was certain the devil cursed her own to generate an offspring to every generation. This time — her.

"Hey, you okay?" Y/n asked, making Wanda jump from her bed. She had no idea when Y/n appeared in her tent, although she wasn't even sure how she got there herself being preoccupied with all of her thoughts.

Wanda forced a nervous smile, avoiding the human's eyes. She learned humans could tell something was wrong by just looking at the state of the eyes. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

Y/n swallowed before taking another step inside her tent. "You just—I thought you were still shaken up about what happened earlier."

"I'm fine, Y/n. It's not the first time I saw someone died in front of me." She busied herself with the books Pepper had lent to her.

Y/n grew silent, closing and opening her mouth at times. Wanda quickly apologized for her response.

"It's okay," Y/n hurriedly added. "I was just worried about you. Pietro too. Steve said she was an elder witch. I knew rumors they give out curses or prophecies to anyone. About the future. That's why Deviants target them the most . . . Did she say something to you?"

Wanda hesitated, remembering the first line. She slowly shook her head. "She was just shaking violently and I panicked. She must have been poisoned so badly."

Y/n seemed to accept her answer. "We're still looking where the Deviants could be getting their supplies from. The poison they lace to their weapons is pretty deadly."

Wanda hummed in agreement, letting an air of silence and awkwardness passed between them.

Y/n clapped her hands together as she began to turn back. "Well, you need to get some rest. I won't be disturbing you for long."

When Y/n pulled the flap of her tent to get outside, Wanda stood. "Y/n, wait!"

"Mm?"

They stared at each other. One's eyes showed concern and confusion. The other one portrayed fear and doubt.

Wanda could just ask Y/n. Could have just told her about the prophecy. But something inside stopped her. The trust she had for humans was still unstable, like sand that could easily be swept away by tiny waves.

"Can you . . . can you tell Pietro to meet me here in five minutes?" Wanda asked instead.

Y/n nodded after a moment. "Yeah, sure."

 

AFTER she sent Pietro to Wanda's tent, Y/n started to grow wary. She knew something happened. She knew the elder witch told Wanda something. And Y/n was dying to find out, no matter how torn she was between betraying the witch's trust or for the betterment of their camp.

Y/n had been sneaking behind Wanda's tent for a while now, trying to make out the whispers she could barely hear inside. She didn't notice someone approach from behind her until a hand ended up on her shoulder. It was Layla.

But the breath of relief she released from seeing the unsuspecting witch was what made her gasping for air for what said witch said next.

"Will you be my other half for Yule?" Layla asked, looking down at the ground as if shy and embarrassed.

Y/n's eyes widened. She had completely forgotten about Yule, what with everything that had happened recently.

To be asked by someone to celebrate Yule was a customary during Winter Solstice. Yule was the time of feasting where the Yule log, basically a massive trunk of any tree, would be burned at the center in front of the pavilion, celebrated with your family and loved ones. If one was unmarried, it was normal to seek someone without ties to go to said event together.

Y/n would be thrilled to go with Wanda. It would be the happiest day of her life.

Except for the fact that it wasn't Wanda who asked her. But Layla.

"Bruce said single normies asked the ones they like to be their partner during Yule celebration. So, I'm asking you to be mine," Layla explained.

Y/n forgot how to think. She looked behind Layla and saw Wanda with Pietro finally coming out of her tent, looking worried as they still discussed in whispers.

"I don't know, Layla," Y/n finally answered. "I'm not really that much good of a companion."

"That's okay," Layla insisted. "You don't have to do anything. You just have to be there."

Y/n kept on looking at Wanda, torn between saying yes and asking Wanda to be hers instead. Wanda, who was set to be married, for Pete's sake, she reminded herself.

Speaking of the devil, as if perfect timing, Vision made an appearance by hugging Wanda behind the back. Wanda seemed agitated, pushing the man off her. But the man only laughed. Y/n thought if they had a fight or something, but when Vision gave her a bouquet of flowers, something inside her  hurt.

So when Y/n turned back to Layla, she nodded with a forced smile. "Yeah, sure. I mean, what's the worse that could happen, right?"

Layla was ecstatic, not expecting the normie to say yes. She giddily jumped, pressing a small kiss on Y/n's cheek before she left, surprising the latter.

 

MEANWHILE, Wanda couldn't seem to get away from the one man she'd wanted to disappear in her life.

"Campers here say that when you're courting someone, they have to give them flowers," Vision went on, pushing the bouquet unto Wanda's hands. "And I'm formally asking you to be my other half to the Yule, as well."

Wanda almost couldn't stomach the disgust she felt at the moment. She knew about the Yule. It was all she heard about from her peers during dinner and breakfast. "You've got to be messing with me right now."

"Wanda, I'm serious. You're single. I'm single, and the best male witch there is in town," he paused when he noticed Pietro scoff. "You've got to give me a chance."

"No, La', na, óxi, what other languages of no don't you understand?"

"I will make the night memorable—"

"It will be the night I want to forget if you're my other half—"

"So is that a yes?"

"What?! No!"

Pietro could only laugh at their interaction and the poor effort Vision was making.

Wanda had no desire to go and celebrate a normie's event, not when she wanted to know what the prophecy meant. She shared it with Pietro, of course. But even he didn't know what it meant. Althought he'd told her something that made her grow wary, that he felt like he'd been watched in the camp.

Wanda had considered it too. Was there a traitor amongst them? Or they were just letting the words from the prophecy affect them that much, making them paranoid against humans?

 

COME YULE night, Wanda was already buried in more books searching for more meaning about the prophecy. Pietro invited her some time earlier to give it a rest for a while, even when it's the last thing she wanted to do.

But it wouldn't hurt just to stretch her legs and take a glance on what the celebration was all about. It wasn't Wanda's first Yule. When she and her brother pretended to appear human as they lived throughout the years, they had become accustomed as to how the event was celebrated. But she'd never experienced it firsthand, always reasoning that she'd rather sleep through the feast or she had a stomachache.

A small smile formed in Wanda's face, her heart swelling at the sight. The camp looked lively filled with exuberant energy and excitement she hadn't seen since staying here. Campers danced and sang around the fire burning the hugest log she had ever seen being sacrificed to burn. It could last until the middle of the day or probably late in the afternoon the following day. Everyone, humans and witches, looked happy, as if nothing happened these past few days. Everyone just danced and sang at the top of their voice and had the time of their lives, trusting that the noise they're creating wouldn't give away the location of the camp. She even recognized the songs they were singing and dancing along to, finding her body swaying with the tunes.

Wanda felt happy, forgetting the prophecy for a moment. Maybe she was just being paranoid. A crowd like this wouldn't betray their kind.

Until her eyes landed on Y/n and Layla. Layla, who had her arms looped around Y/n's neck as they jumped and danced to the song. Y/n who was grinning wide as she laughed and danced with the other, all while her hands were placed on Layla's waist.

All the happiness inside Wanda drained in an instant, as if she was punctured a hole so big, she deflated with nothing but misery left. It didn't help when her eyes drifted to Pietro who was also having the best time of his life with someone she recognized they met from Steve's camp, Monica.

When the song finally ended, Y/n and Layla laughed at each other before the latter moved away to get some drinks. That's when Y/n's eyes met Wanda's gaze.

Wanda could tell she herself must be glaring because the smile on Y/n's face suddenly disappeared, turning into a frown.

Wanda couldn't breathe and she didn't know why. She just knew she needed to get away from there as fast as she could.

The witch just didn't expect to be followed by the one person she was avoiding.

"Wanda, hey!" Y/n called.

Damn, for someone so human, Y/n was fast.

Wanda almost slipped due to a root she didn't notice protruding from the ground. The incident made Y/n reached her deep into the woods.

"Wands, what's wrong? Did something happen?"

Wanda wanted to hurt Y/n for hurting her. It wasn't even making sense. She knew Y/n did nothing to physically hurt her, but for the pain she was feeling at the moment, she might as well be stabbed in the heart.

The concern clearly showing on the human's face made Wanda even more furious than before. "What's the matter?"

"What's the matter?" Wanda made a bitter laugh. "Clearly, you have no idea how your actions affect others."

Y/n's brow furrowed in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

Wanda let out a ragged breath, before shaking her head and stepped away. "You have to go back if you don't want Layla missing you."

Y/n scoffed as she stood her ground but she didn't make any movement to follow the witch. "I don't get why you're mad with Layla. It's not like I'm doing anything forbidden with her."

Wanda stopped as she turned back to glare at Y/n. "What? Are you kidding with me? What do you think we're doing here, Y/n? Those nights we spent together?"

Y/n licked her lips nervously, as if caught in the act. What did Wanda expect anyway? She knew Y/n was a flirt right from the start. "You're one of my close friends, second best to Yelena—"

It triggered an explosion inside Wanda's head. "So you're telling me you do all of these things with Yelena too? Hold hands and talk about the stars in the sky and whatnot?"

"What? No, that's not what I meant—"

"Then why the hell are you not seeing this thing between us?"

"There's nothing between us," Y/n said. "We're just friends. And in case you didn't notice, you were avoiding me these past few days too."

A pause. Unbearable one.

Wanda felt almost close to tears but she didn't let her emotions get to her. "Friends don't do what we do, Y/n. Friends don't hold hands for a long time or lay on the ground in the middle of the night talking about the night sky and everything else. Friends don't stare at each other's eyes and say they had never seen such beautiful ones."

"Wanda—"

"I get it now. You're really actually a flirt, a vile lecherous woman, because you think when you can finally get under my chemise, this will all be over, am I wrong, huh?"

Y/n cornered Wanda against a trunk of a tree. The distance between them made the witch harder to breathe. "How dare you—"

"What? Cause it's true?" she challenged, staring her right in the eye.

Y/n answered in a low angry voice. "You don't know how much I want you that it hurts just to see you and not being able to do the things I wanted to do with you."

Wanda's eyes widened upon the admission, yet the frustration was too much.

"Was I playing too hard to get then, Y/n? That you don't want to chase me anymore—"

"Stop making fun of my feelings—"

"Feelings? What are we? Twelve? You're a sick and proud womanizer—"

"You're a—an attention seeker!"

Wanda scoffed. "You're a whore! A whore whose needs will never be satisfied by a single woman alone!"

Y/n clutched the front of Wanda's tunic. "Take that back! You take that back!"

"Why would I when it's true?"

"I'm not a whore nor a philanderer nor whatever you think I am. You . . . you are more than a witch, you're a deceitful trickster, playing with people's feelings as if we're nothing but mere puppets."

"Ugh! You're so infuriating!"

Wanda pushed herself against Y/n as she pressed their lips together. It was chaos. Deprived mouths drank each other, thirsty for so long. Tongues fighting, teeth clashing against each other, as if proper etiquette was thrown out through the window. Hungry hands grabbing, groping, caressing skin to skin, desperate to touch one another.

Wanda had no idea it was a wonderful feeling — to be kissed by Y/n and to kiss her. Tasting her. Memorizing the softness of her lips. The touch of Y/n's hands against the bare skin between Wanda's trousers and tunic. The warmth from their bodies pressed against each other as Y/n deepened the kiss and pushed her back against the tree.

When Y/n slotted her leg between hers, Wanda couldn't stop a moan from coming out of her mouth.

This made Y/n stop and pull away, realizing what was happening. She shook her head as she muttered small Nos between them.

Wanda walked towards her, her lips swollen and red from kissing. She reached out for the human, yet the human only stepped back further away from her. "Y/n—"

"Wanda, I can't. I can't do this."

"What?" Wanda couldn't get ahold of her feelings any longer. She just wanted to turn back the time, back to finishing what they started against the tree trunk.

Y/n continued. "I can't . . . It's . . . This, whatever this is called, may be normal with you witches, but not me, Wanda. I can't. It's a common misconception too, you know. Some humans want this. I—I just don't."

Confusion settled in, overpowering the lust Wanda felt for Y/n. "What are you talking about?"

Y/n sighed. When tears started brimming in her eyes, Wanda softened. She cautiously approached the human.

"You've already got Vision, Wanda. And it pains me that I can never ever have you like that."

Wanda let out a shaky breath. Y/n quickly wiped a tear from her eyes, as if embarrassed.

"Is this what this was all about? The tension? The hesitations?" Wanda chuckled like crazy into the air.

"Hey, don't laugh at my misfortune." Y/n's strong attitude resurfaced.

Wanda then looked at Y/n, and she couldn't help but feel intense feelings more than before.

"Wanda, I . . . I want you all to myself. But I don't want to be the reason to break your marriage with him. Even when everytime I see you two together, I might have wished myself to be dead. I can't even understand what you see in him. And how you couldn't see how awful he is."

Wanda stepped towards her. "And what do you think should be the one for me?"

Y/n didn't step back. The closer they got, her heart seemed to stop beating. "Someone who looks at you like you're the moon and the stars. Someone who cares about you the way Venus selflessly cared about that hunter. Someone who loves and adores you truly."

Wanda's eyes brim with happy tears as she stopped an inch. She chuckled softly. "For someone so skilled at archery, you have got to suck at catching signs."

"What?"

Wanda grabbed the collar of Y/n's tunic as she pulled her face towards her, the other hand cupping her cheek. Her thumb wiped the wetness from Y/n's tears.

Wanda looked at Y/n with her piercing green eyes, and the gaze never broke.

"I don't know where you heard that silly rumor about me and Vision," Wanda explained. "I also don't know how you could think I'd ever involve myself with that man. But Vision and I are nothing more than mere acquaintances, Y/n."

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise. "You're not together?"

Wanda smiled as she nodded. "We're not together." Her eyes then drifted to Y/n's mouth as she leaned forward. "It's you that I want."

Then she closed the distance between them.

 

MONICA stepped out of Pietro's tent some time later. It was almost dawn yet the place looked dead from the late celebration last night. Monica appeared to be waiting for something as she stood behind the tent, immobile while watching the stars. But it wasn't the stars she was looking at.

A crow suddenly landed on her forearm as she smiled. She whispered something inaudible into the crow before it flew away back into the sky.

The sun might not shine another day on the camp anymore.

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Thorns In His Mouth

Part VI

Pairing: fae!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: obsession, dubious consent, minor character death, drugs (neither reader nor Steve are involved), slight eating disorder, mentions of tumor, high tech elves.

Words: 1.3k

Summary: Maybe it was a good idea to chat with a waitress a bit more once she brought you your order. Perhaps she could at least tell you with whom you should speak because you simply couldn’t force yourself to look at others, most of them already high, shouting something loudly or laughing or weeping. You could constantly hear the flapping of someone’s wings, weird whispers and noises, and the sound of boots and hooves that made your hair stand on end.

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You stared at the earrings, dumbfounded. Did he say "we"? Was Steve going to look for that elf together with you?

Apparently, you just voiced your thoughts absent-mindedly because Steve murmured something and took you by the arm, moving to the café you despised with all your being.

It was much quieter inside tonight, though. There were only a few fair folk, and they were all silently eating or drinking something: the noisy company doing drugs and who knows what else yesterday was nowhere to be seen. Thank God.

As you fell on your seat, Steve taking a place on the other side of a minuscule plastic table, a familiar fae with bright pink hair approached you two. She threw a quick glance at you, pursing her lips at the sight of Steve, but then vanished to the kitchen without a word, probably to bring you the same sweet cupcake she had given you yesterday.

Staring at the elf with furiously bleached hair, you stilled, not knowing how to start a conversation with him again. What could you even say? Why did he want to accompany you on your quest? He had nothing to gain from it. Even the earrings you had given him he returned back to you, and you've never had of any fae returning human gifts. Granted, you weren't a big specialist, but it seemed strange, nonetheless.

Why was he so invested in your search?

The question was probably written all over your face because Steve gave a shaky laugh and rubbed his eyes tiredly as if he had a hard time explaining his reasons.

"I'm a former High elf, too," he started, watching confusion forming on your face while he gave you an unhappy smile. "I held a very high position at my court. Probably among the highest, compared to the others' here. Thus, I'm a Watcher. I watch over the exiled fae and elves, help them when I can, control them so they won't do anything stupid, and end somewhere worse than here. I keep in contact with humans, those who know who we are, and see that everyone abides by the rules. I'm the most useful companion to you if you want to find someone."

His words took you aback. This malnourished, anxious elf with his badly bleached hair and unnaturally long limbs was the most powerful of the exiled fair folk? Truly? Could you take his word for it? Oh, he did mention fae couldn't lie, but it was hard to believe he was telling you the truth.

For a second, you felt a little disappointed. You imagined someone like Watcher to be alike a fairy prince from the fairytale, magnificent in his glory, tall and strong, impeccably built, with his hair shining stunningly in the moonlight as he sat a top of his giant war horse. You did not, by any means, expect to find a Watcher to be a man looking like a 90s model addicted to heroine.

"But why do you want to help?" You asked very carefully, masking you disappointment not to offend him. "I imagine I have nothing of value to give you in exchange."

Suddenly, he smiled, albeit sadly.

"You needn't give me anything. I already owe you for what you did for my kin."

Again, a mystery. You were getting tired of his inadequate responses.

Seeing you bewildered, Steve continued, "You wept when Julius died. You regretted him leaving. Nobody else would do it for him, but you did, and now he's where he should be, at peace. If not for you, his journey would be... an arduous one."

His words made you silent, and you immediately forgot all the questions you were going to ask him. He had said something similar yesterday, hadn't he? Something about it being good that you cried at the sight of Julius' body, although you couldn't even imagine what good did it do to the dead elf. Was Steve talking about a reincarnation or something? Or Julius' spirit returning back to his homeland? You had no idea, but at the memory of a dead elf lying breathless on the sofa your anxiety rose again, and you clutched the pearl earrings in your hand until it started to hurt.

"Why wasn't it enough that you cried for him?" You asked out of nowhere, still searching for some proof Steve was tricking you.

He sighed, "I didn't cry."

Didn't he? You couldn't remember, his face but a blur after you had run up the stairs and collapsed outside of an abandoned factory.

No, you couldn't remember him crying.

"He was one of us," Steve muttered, accepting a black CD pack from a waitress who appeared out of nowhere, leaving a plate with you cupcake quietly on the table before she left without a word. "And I will miss him, but neither my folk nor me weep like you do. Unless on a very special occasion, a death of our beloved or a child, perhaps. But you... you humans know a great deal about compassion and sorrow. Your tears weight more than mine."

His words struck you to your core, and for a few seconds, you just sat there in silence, staring at the distressed - or rather just ancient and rugged - black leather of his jacket. No one had ever said anything like that to you. On the contrary, your therapist mentioned many times it's not healthy to be overly sympathetic and sensitive, to the point when someone's troubles made you troubled. You had to learn to keep your head cool, he said, because no one would profit from your worry. If you wanted to help someone, you needed to stay sane and safe first.

And here he was, this strange, somewhat scary and somewhat beautiful elf, telling you Julius got to his safe place because you had cried for him.

"It's strange, how your world works," you murmured, directing your gaze to the very same leather jacket as if you were talking to it.

Steve gave a laugh, shifting in his uncomfortable plastic chair while a fairy waitress stared at him intently behind his back, her hand resting on a bar counter.

"No stranger than yours." He smiled and made a small gesture with his left hand you barely registered, and the waitress abruptly turned away from you two with a blank expression on her face. "Then it's settled. I'll bring you to one more of my folks today, and you'll tell him your story. He's not a drug addict, by the way."

It was a very nice addition, you shrugged and bit into your cupcake that tasted as heavenly as yesterday. Were you going to develop diabetes if you ate it every day? You hoped not, although it was a small price to pay for the life of your mother.

"Actually, I wanted to mention it the last time. Do you know anything about our kind? Anything at all?" The elf asked nonchalantly, tucking a strand of hair behind his perfectly human ear. Seeing you froze, he chuckled, "It's fine. I'm with you. But it'd be better if you knew at least the basics, so I recommend doing some reading and using my advice for now."

"Of- of course," you immediately answered back, stuffing the rest of the cupcake in your mouth and hurriedly wiping your lips. "I'd be very grateful for any advice!"

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He liked what you said. His face lit up, the corners of his big mouth turning upward. Before you had a chance to say anything else, he's already at the door, leaving a five dollar bill on the counter and motioning you to follow him God knows where. It's still a bit scary, to go after a strange, twisted but still weirdly attractive creature who moved with such grace even with his oddly long limbs and whose hair looked a little otherworldly despite the cheap bleach he used. But you're alone in this unfamiliar world without him, and you didn't think twice before you jumped off your seat, handing the waitress one more five dollar bill and running after Steve.

Part VII

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The Battle for Moonrise (Aftermath)

Summary: Ketheric Thorm is dead, the wretch. Dame Aylin is free. Isobel is alive. Our adventurers have defeated a general in the Absolute's army. But such a battle, such victories, do not come without a cost. In this story we see the aftermath of the great battle, specifically Ali (Tav) healing and her interactions with two chosen by Selune.

Author's Notes: Hi all! Neppy here, talking real quick about this fic. This fic gently explores how Isobel, Dame Aylin, and Ali (my Tav) might see each other in the aftermath of the Battle of Moonrise. It gently teases some feelings overall, it gives a lot of Two Moon's love (my temp ship name for Isobel x Aylin), and really is a way to write my character at this part of the game, tease their backstory, and explore them/present them for y'all!

It's my first fanfic in a long time so your comments and thoughts are really appreciated! If you want me to explore this further please let me, as I'd love to write it <3 Story below the break.

“You have no idea what you’ve done.”

“...Isobel…”

Ali watched as the chosen of Myrkul, general in the Absolutist army, a leader of Darkness and Loss, then Death, fell to the ground. They cringed as he fell face down, the netherstone embedded in his armor clanking harshly. It was too important. They had to grab it.

Before she could, Dame Aylin, despite her scars and recent rescuing, descended in her beautiful moonlit glory. She landed on Ketheric’s head with a metal boot, her wings spreading outwards gloriously as brain and gore exploded.

“The villain. Is. DEAD!” She continued to stomp on him. One, two, a dozen times. She panted, she gritted her teeth and seethed with hatred. Pain. “The WRETCH! Together we have crushed him, brain and body!”

As Karlach, Shadowheart, and Wyll watched with something akin to horror, Ali just sighed. Their eyes didn’t dare break away. No, they understood all too well Dame Aylin’s pain. What she had gone through. What it took to fly out and fight with the fury and strength she had. What motivated her to push on after a century of enslavement and solitude.

After all, Ali had already experienced so much in their own mortal life. Before this damned tadpole. Before the nautiloid, the Absolute, the war between Shar and Selune, and the threat against Baldur’s Gate. Ali nodded their approval as Dame Aylin looked up, breathing heavily but finally calming down. The mortal warrior wanted to speak- To tell Dame Aylin she was free, yet the expression on the immortal's face stopped her.

“My friend…my ally,” She spoke softly. Ali’s eyebrows knit together with confusion. She hadn’t known Dame Aylin for very long but why did she seem so concerned? Why was her voice so soft?

“By the gods…” Wyll gasped, as Shadowheart used magic to heal a nasty cut on his arm. She looked up and covered her mouth in shock. Ali frowned, turning to Karlach. The tiefling was easily the closest to them. She alone was weirdly able to get Ali out of their usual quiet solitude. To open them up.

“Ali,” Karlach said. That was the real indication things were very wrong. Karlach only used her name in private. Besides that it was always ‘Soldier’. “Put down your sword.”

“Why are you all so panicked? I’m fine,” Ali replied, easily sheathing the longsword, which was coated in Ketheric’s blood.

“Brave warrior,” Dame Aylin said. “You have fought masterfully. Remain calm.”

Ali’s heart began to rise with anger, beating faster as they glared at their companions. Would someone tell her what was wrong? Ali turned that angry look onto Dame Aylin as she approached- Hated that soft and worried gaze on her beautiful face, that it was directed at Ali to begin with. Why were they being fawned over? They killed Ketheric. They drove the blade into his chest, into the god form’s heart, they had survived it all-

“...what…” Ali said meekly as a sudden weakness overtook. The aasimar’s wings flapped once as she suddenly closed the gap between them, catching her mortal ally in her arms as they collapsed.

How gentle, Ali thought as Dame Aylin held them, one armored hand holding the back of her neck, as the dame hooked a firm arm around her waist. Considering how she squashed Ketheric. Ali’s brain felt fogged. The anger and energy had disappeared. A lightheadedness overtook and Ali smirked at the thought they just had. Then they saw it.

In Dame Aylin’s armor they saw the reflection of a person. What was once light olive skin had turned sickly gray. Dark brown eyes were now dazed and bloodshot, struggling to make sense of what they saw. Chocolatey curls, short in length, had begun to fall out in patches. It was themself. Ali. Rotting away like a corpse.

“Fuck,” Ali muttered before the darkness overcame them.

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Aylin did not hear as the other mortals called out. Did not hear their suggestions or worry. Did not see Karlach’s tears beginning to well in her eyes. All she saw was Ali’s eyes close. Then she bent down, her wings flexed, and in one powerful movement she launched herself into the air. She did not look back or even think to explain herself. She simply flew as fast as she could. Up and up through the tower, until she was above ground, until she had passed the flesh and guts formed by the mindflayer colony and could see the roof of stone. The warrior of Selune did not hesitate as she protectively curled over Ali, her armored back crashing through the roof as she shot into the sky.

Her mighty wings continued to flap as she flew in place. The cool air reached her skin and lungs. The moonlight enhanced her senses. It brought her comfort. She did not, however, calm down. Time was of the essence. Her eyes scanned the ground for a sign, any sign-

“Victory!”

“We did it! I can’t believe we did it!”

“The battle is won!”

There, far below, she saw the rag tag group that had assaulted Moonrise towers following her freedom. Warriors in red and blue armor, hugging each other, cheering, many mourning the dead or aiding the wounded. Aylin’s eyes scanned the crowd looking for it. She was not sure what but she had felt it. The second she saw Ali’s deterioration, Aylin knew she could save her. Surely, the Moon Mother was guiding her. But what was out here that could help?

“Isobel,” Dame Aylin gasped, her thoughts completely taken away from the dying Ali. For the first time in one-hundred years the chosen of Selune spotted her better half. Alive. Healthy. Her alabaster skin. Her silver hair. The spear Aylin had gifted her so long ago. The robes bestowed upon her as a Selunite cleric. Her Isobel. Aylin truly could have stayed there forever. Watching. Frozen in shock. But she had a warrior’s mind, and as fast as her surprise came it left, understanding that her mother was guiding her to the solution. The warrior looked down at Ali and muttered a quiet promise.

We will save you, my friend, she swore to herself before diving down to the crowd. She seemed like a bullet of light streaking through the cursed shadows of this land. Yet by this point her unknown allies had come to recognize her white flames. To understand that Dame Aylin was a friend of great power. The aasimar initially landed to cheers and claps. Weapons banged on armor. Someone whistled loudly. Normally, she would revel in the recognition of her strength and godhood, but today the towering woman pushed her way through the crowd, knocking fully armored elves over and yelling as loud as she could.

“ISOBEL!”

By the gods. The look her lover gave was almost enough to break Aylin’s heart. Much like she had just experienced, Aylin could see the shock, the panic, and the disbelief in Isobel’s eyes. The struggle to process what was happening. Then Aylin yelled again.

“MAKE WAY!” The demigod ordered with her booming voice. The crowd quieted. They finally seemed to realize she was carrying wounded. Many made calls for medics. For potions. A circle formed around her and a path parted as the cleric, whom all knew by this point, ran to Aylin.

“Aylin, my love, how is this-”

“Isobel,” Aylin cut in, her voice shaking despite herself. “This warrior saved me. We are reunited due to them. Save them.”

Another moment of shocked silence.

“Please.”

This finally seemed to properly snap Isobel out of it. The cleric had never heard Aylin beg. Never. Not with this desperation. This heartbreak. She had a fleeting thought, wondering if there had been a funeral for herself, and if Aylin had sounded so terribly distraught. Then she got to work.

“What is wrong?” Isobel asked as Aylin gently laid Ali down.

“They are rotting away, like a corpse, but were a vision of health not a mere hour ago,” Aylin explained. The crowd remained silent, those that had supplies quickly setting them at Isobel’s sides. Water, rags, a potion, and even a suture kit.

“We fought your father, he had been blessed by Myrkul,” The aasimar continued. “This one dealt the final blow. They ensured my freedom.” If this news shocked Isobel the cleric did not let it show. She had begun to expertly undo the straps to Ali’s scale armor. She felt their forehead. Leaned close to hear their raspy breaths. Aylin watched helplessly.

“Bring me the other cleric- The one who follows Shar, that accompanied this one,” Isobel ordered.

Dame Aylin disappeared in the blink of an eye.

“Move- I said MOVE damn it!” The voice came from High Harper Jaheira, who had finally exited from the towers. Blood stained her but it didn’t seem to be her own. Her eyes widened as she saw Isobel’s patient. “Oak Father, have mercy,” she muttered.

“A dagger- I need a dagger!” Isobel yelled. One was quickly handed to her. She could not fix the rot- Not without Shadowheart. Not yet. But Ali had other injuries that would hamper the healing spell- Perhaps even make healing impossible.

The damage was impressive, although if the group fought off a god it was unsurprising. Acid burns coated the left of Ali’s neck. Blood had been seeping out of her side through an arrow wound that had pierced the scale armor.. Two fingers were bent in the completely wrong way. Part of her armor almost seemed melted- Which meant some serious burns on their right leg.

So Isobel did what she could as a dozen or so onlookers observed. She prayed to Selune and pressed her hand to Ali’s neck. Ali groaned in their sleep as the cleric’s hand glowed and the burns slowly healed. Then Isobel, with help from Jaheira, turned Ali over and made a small incision. She broke the arrow shaft protruding from Ali’s side and pushed the arrow through, managing to pull it out. At this point Ali’s eyes fluttered open as they groaned loudly with pain.

“It’s alright- You’re alright,” Isobel immediately said, although she wasn’t certain if this was the truth. “Stay still; You’ve taken a beating.”

“Aylin,” Ali gasped. Her voice sounded like death. “She’s alive.”

This comment was enough to make Isobel freeze, if only for a few seconds. Yes, she already knew that Aylin was alive, even if she was not allowed to process that properly yet. But why would Ali, someone who barely knew either of them, someone who was an inch from death, prioritize this information?

They were on the ground, dying, and still needed to let Isobel know her love was alive. They wanted her to know. Understood the importance of this to her. A stranger. Their eyes met and an unspoken understanding passed between them.

“Be quiet,” Isobel said. “Conserve your strength. I will heal you,” she promised as Ali seemingly slipped back into unconsciousness.

“I’m here!” Shadowheart called out, and Isobel’s head whipped back just in time to see Aylin land in the circle once more. Shadowheart was being held bridal style, arms around the aasimar’s neck, but Isobel couldn’t register an ounce of jealousy. Not after all this. Not with Ali on the ground. “What can I do?”

“Your friend is afflicted by Veridon’s chiller,” Isobel explained. “Otherwise known as-”

“Chill touch, I’m aware,” Shadowheart answered expertly. “I understand the effects.”

Effects was a rather simple way to speak of Veridon’s Chiller. The spell was extremely lethal, rotting away at a person spiritually and physically by filling them with undead energy. Chipping away at their life force. Worse than that: It was extremely simple to cast. And this one had been casted with the power of a god. Ali had a strong will- That of a warrior. But it could not keep them alive forever.

“We will unite our magic,” Isobel declared. “Together, we will purge the infection, and heal your friend's spirit.”

“Is this even possible? With me being a follower-” Shadowheart froze, pain and confusion on her face. This told Isobel everything she had to know. She had sensed a difference in Shadowheart when she approached. She could tell some of the shadows had been lifted. Could feel a comfortable and similar power radiate off the other cleric.

“The Moon Maiden blesses you now,” Isobel said, confirming what might have been Shadowheart’s hope or fear. “Your power does not rely on Shar. It is not at odds with my own.” She took Shadowhearts hands in her own. “I can not do this alone. You must embrace this change, now, to save your friend.”

Three seconds. It took three seconds for Shadowheart’s conflicted feelings to be put aside. One look at Ali and the former follower of Shar became decided. She took a deep breath and squeezed Isobel’s hands.

“Lead the chant,” Shadowheart said.

And she did. Aylin watched on anxiously as her angel closed her eyes and the two clerics lifted their hands. With a voice the dame hadn’t heard in one hundred years, god’s that beautiful voice, Isobel began the chant. Shadowheart’s voice followed perfectly.

The chant ended seconds later. A glow momentarily spread over Ali’s body then disappeared. The crowd waited with bated breath. Three seconds felt almost as excruciating as the century of imprisonment, for Aylin could not accept that her savior would perish. Not like this. Not to Thorm.

“Thank you, mother,” Aylin whispered as, finally, everyone saw the spell begin to work. Hair suddenly grew back. Her skin color returned to normal. Her scratches disappeared and she inhaled a deep and clear breath. Her body relaxed as a deep sleep took over. The crowd cheered as Isobel sat back with relief, and Aylin noticed Shadowheart take Ali’s hand.

It was over. Truly over. Now, they could revel. Victory had been earned.

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It had been days since the battle for Moonrise. In that time, the towers had been properly secured. Jaheira led the Harpers and Flaming Fist in capturing or killing the stragglers. Aylin regularly flew patrols to make sure the Absolute army was not approaching their position. Isobel worked tirelessly with Shadowheart and other healers to not only fix the group of adventurers, but any other wounded. The group that had saved her; Karlach, Wyll, Astarion, and Halsin made sure to help where they could, or rested and waited for their own wounds to heal. Ali had not been the only victim of Ketheric’s strength.

The land had even begun to heal. Deadly shadows still plagued, of course, as Shar would struggle against her influence being torn away. But plants were beginning to grow. Monsters seemed to be less of a threat.

All the while Ali slept. It was anything but restful. They tossed and turned. They mumbled and groaned. One night, they muttered “fuck off” to no one in particular. Their friends took turns by her side. Some, like Karlach and Wyll, would speak to Sol and give updates on the situation. Others, like Halsin and Jaheira, sat silently and busied themselves with some menial chore. Shadowheart in particular spoke a lot. Awkwardly, as if she felt stupid or silly, but constantly finding some topic or story to tell her dear friend.

Then there was Aylin and Isobel. The two women were, understandably, inseparable. Aylin took Isobel on patrol with her and stayed by her side as she worked on the wounded. The two held each other closely as they watched over Ali, when it was their turn to do so. Rarely, they snuck little moments of privacy, but they hadn’t been able to enjoy their reunion to the fullest extent quite yet. Not under the circumstances of war and death. Still, they caught each other up on what had happened. What Ketheric had done to both of them. What the threat of the Absolute was and meant. They tried to plan their next move.

“Why do they sleep so long?” Aylin asked one night, after the couple had relieved Karlach. The tiefling in particular seemed to watch over Ali the most, having not shown the barest trace of a smile since her friend went unconscious.

“I don’t know,” Isobel replied again, although patiently. “The spell used against them was powerful. And my father was powerful.”

“Ketheric was weak,” Dame Aylin said, staring intensely at Sol. But she wasn’t truly watching her. She was lost in thought. In memories of pain. “He used my power, and died the moment he lost it.”

“...”

“He will not kill this warrior. I will not have it,” She continued, then turning to Isobel. “Your healing will work.”

“My love,” Isobel began gently. “We do not know this.”

“My angel, my light, my reason to live,” Aylin responded lovingly. “She will survive. I can sense it.”

“I hope you are right, my sweet,” Isobel answered. She made her way over to Aylin, who was sitting next to the bed which Ali lay in, and leaned down to plant a soft kiss on the taller woman’s lips.

“I hope so, as well."

“Where I’m from, we say ‘I know so’.”

Both women went wide eyed and turned to look at the bed. Ali hadn’t moved an inch, but their eyes blinked. They remained half-lidded, as if they were groggy, weak, or perhaps only half awake.

“Could I have some water, please?” Ali requested. The two scrambled to get them the water. Aylin gently held and lifted the warrior’s head as Isobel put the bottle to their lips, carefully allowing Ali to sip. She wiped a single drop that had dribbled down Ali’s jaw. Both of them waited expectantly for the fighter’s next words.

“I’m glad you two are together again,” Ali rasped. A soft smile spread on her face as she relaxed back into the pillows. A smile of relief, perhaps.

“My friend,” Dame Aylin said. “We cannot thank you enough. We will never be able to thank you enough.”

“What you have done here, for us, for the land, for everyone…it is amazing. It feels impossible,” Isobel continued.

Neither one of them felt that they could say enough. Neither one could find more words. Now that Ali was awake they didn’t seem to know what to do. And so, they sat there. Waiting. Watching as they had been for the past few days.

“How is the group?” Ali asked, their expression turning sour. Worry ate away at them. But not just that, the two selunites realized, expectation. Ali expected bad news. Terrible news. They had already braced themselves, mentally. Prepared for the worst.

“Everyone is fine,” Isobel answered kindly. “You have nothing to worry about. They all wait for news on your condition.”

“Everyone is alright?” Ali asked again.

“Everyone is alright,” Aylin repeated. “You can rest in peace, my friend.”

And Ali did sigh with relief. They seemed to sink into the bedding once more. Their eyes closed as they inhaled deeply, their first conscious breath without blood, or rot, or darkness in quite some time.

“Thank you both for saving me,” Ali added. “In the moment, I had no idea I was hit. I am still not really sure how Ketheric got me. It was a mistake.”

“Ali,” Dame Aylin began, crossing her arms. “You faced a god of death. As a mortal. No godly blessings. No warlock patron. No real magic. And you dealt the final blow. You slayed Myrkul.” Aylin waited a few moments, waiting to see if the magnitude of their achievement would dawn on them, but Ali remained neutral in her expression. “You have made no mistakes. You fought in a way few ever could, or will, and you should be proud.”

“Did the others worry a lot?” Ali asked, their eyes finally meeting Aylin’s. Then Isobel’s.

“Um…yes, of course.”

“Then I am sorry,” Ali added simply. As if this made sense or changed anything. The two white haired women looked at each other, equally confused and unsure. Isobel spoke up, changing the subject.

“Ali, I know you’ve just woken up. You need your rest. But…I have a question,” She began gingerly. Aylin raised a brow, curious. Ali gave a slight nod. “When I was caring for you, right after the battle with my fa- Ketheric. You awoke and told me Aylin was alive.” Isobel looked up at her lover and smiled sadly. “You were dying, you were hurt, you could not have known the condition of your friends and allies. But you made sure to tell me Aylin was alive.”

“If I were to die, I needed you to know that. I needed you to be aware,” Ali explained. “Just in case something insane happened. Or if we were defeated. You would know. You could find her.”

Again, the two women looked at each other. There was confusion. A gnawing question among them both. “With everything happening why- Why would you-”

“Why was that your priority?” Aylin asked softly, interrupting Isobel. The room grew ever silent. Even the work being carried outside seemed to fade away. The question was of no consequence to them now. It did not change their reunion, their love, what had happened to the others or…well, anything, really. But neither of the followers of Selune understood why Ali had cared so much. Neither had believed anyone could understand the importance they felt for each other. Despite this, it seemed Ali did.

“I had an Isobel once,” Ali whispered. They closed her eyes. “Her name was Victoria. She never came back.”

This reply would end the conversation. It struck both women and it struck deeply. Yet there was nothing to be said. No consolation. Not only was it long in the past but both Dame Aylin and Isobel knew that pain, although Dame Aylin could relate more closely. The loss of, not just a lover, but one so perfectly fitted for you. One who has been so close and spent that time with you…to many, it is irreplaceable.

So, both of them quietly sat down on either side of the bed. They allowed Ali to rest. As the wounded warrior allowed sleep to overtake once more, they each made a silent promise. They would aid Ali in their quest. They would protect them. Their grace for what had been done- No, for what Ali understood, would be infinite.

As the night dragged on anyone who was inside the tent, be it the Selunites, or Shadowheart, or Karlach, or even Jaheira coming in for the odd check in, would notice something strange if they only paid attention. Ali’s skin seemed to glow with the faintest white light. And if one were to look outside the tent they had been left to rest in, one might also notice the faintest beam of moonlight shining on the tent.

Ali, asleep, smiled lightly.

[shuuenka]

.of serial killers and long nights in dusty cellars

Summary: It was supposed to be easy and quick investigation into possible murder suspect that terrorized streets of Chang'An. Unfortunately, for Wu Chun Tian and Zhou Tang Sui nothing is ever easy.

AO3 LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61774231

Thud!

The flap above their heads shut tight, leaving Wu Chun Tian and his companion in almost complete darkness. He cursed under his breath, breathing in the dusty air of some underground cellar. This wasn’t the softest landing and he could already foresee bruises that would form.

‘’Ouch!” Zhou Tang Sui's voice pierced the air, along with a rattle of pots falling down.

In hindsight perhaps two scrawny young men following a man twice their size wasn’t the best idea. It was supposed to be just a short espionage and then report back to a guard from the Ministry of Justice. The 9th Prince did ask him to investigate, see if he can find some clues - and don’t do anything more. The portraits of possible suspects were already plastered all over the city.

But as with the most supposedly easy plans, things do get complicated when the suspect of serial killings in Chang’An tries to grab another victim. Probably - he couldn’t be sure. One thing leads to another - an unexpected scuffle, and here they are.

In his defense however - Wu Chun Tian thought - he did find a murderer that even the Emperor put a manhunt on in the court. So that counts for something. His hands were bound together behind his back. The knot however wasn’t the best made, he decided after wriggling his arms. With Zhou Tang Sui's help he will be able to set himself free.

‘’Untie me,’’ he said to his friend as he wiggled on the dusty floor. He heard Zhou Tang Sui grumbling under his breath a couple of times before his hands were free. This was not the first time both of them got their hands tied like this, although it may be concerning it happened again.

‘’Do you have a candle? I can’t see anything in here,” he asked, squinting his eyes through the darkness. He could vaguely see Zhou Tang Sui’s silhouette on the floor beside him, but nothing more.

A moment passed and soft orange light filled the small space. The cellar was cluttered with pots and some furniture.

‘’Huh?”

“Oh,” he blinked. ‘’What are you up to, Miss Fei?”

He was greeted with a somewhat confused gaze of a girl currently squinting from the sudden brightness. Fei Bai Bing, in all her noble - albeit dirty, and tired - glory. She let out a grunt and yanked at the ropes binding her hands above her head and to the pole holding the ceiling. The tense curl she was sitting in relaxed a bit when a flicker of recognition lighted her face.

Wu Chun Tian squatted down and pulled at the dirty gag from her mouth. Before long Zhou Tang Sui shook off his surprise and helped with the binding on her hands.

‘’Thank you,’’ she nodded and coughed. She was looking between the two of them.

To be fair, Wu Chun Tian was quite surprised to see Miss Fei here. Probably the last place he would expect to see a Marquis daughter in the middle of the night.

‘’Why are you here?” he prompted.

‘’I was out on a walk,’’ she said after a moment. ‘’You recently asked Xiao Lou Tai for information on the serial killer, right?”

‘’Yes, and thank you for the hints on his identity - but why were you looking for him?”

‘’I wasn’t. As I said, I was out on a walk in the city and saw a man of the matching description,’’ she explained. She messaged her bruised wrist. ‘’So I took a peak around the corner to see where he was heading and then turned around.”

‘’You were found out?” Zhou Tang Sui questioned.

She shrugged her arms, her movements still a bit stiff and said: ‘’probably. I finished my outing and I was going home before I was ambushed. Then I got dragged in there and left till the night.”

Wu Chun Tian squinted his eyes. It would mean that Miss Fei wasn’t at home for the afternoon and - more importantly past the curfew.

‘’How come Fei Family hasn't yet rang the alarms about their missing daughter?”

She regarded him and then smiled dryly, ‘’how could they? A young miss out in the night means death to her reputation.’’

Ah, right. He clicked his tongue - he was still getting used to nobility and the customs in the capital city. Even if he was there for more than a year, graduating from the Imperial College and joining the officialdom, some social nuances were still flying over his head. Or rather - perhaps it was his commoner family small-mindedness that found some of the social constructs terribly idiotic. Things to think about later, he reminded himself.

‘’Besides,’’ his musings were interrupted when Fei Bai Bing continued, “lately I’ve been staying over at the Pan or Li family.”

“And walking without a handmaid?” Zhou Tang Sui inquired.

A nod, ‘’she’s on a trip to home.”

Wu Chun Tian smiled, dusted his hands off. For one reason or another he found the whole situation rather amusing. ‘’Well then, the rescue in the form of Fei Xin storming into the cellar has been eliminated by willful Miss Fei.”

She gave him a look and if he knew her any better than two or three first-time meetings, he’d say an offended one.

Zhou Tang Sui gave out a groan and shook his head.

‘’How can you be so calm!” he bursted in whisper-like shout. Very typical of Zhou Tang Sui who’s losing his patience. ‘’I have survived Minli military camp, a battle in Yuxiu valley but it seems I will die by a maniac’s hand before finding my lost master!”

“Nah.”

“What did I do to deserve this?’’ he continued. ‘’And you have a gall to make jokes. Maybe the heavens will have some miracles left and make the killer just run away, but then we will still starve in this cellar.”

“Mhm.”

“What are you drawing in the dirt, listen to me when I speak to you.”

Wu Chun Tian looked to his side, where Zhou Tang Sui was sitting and glaring at him. It seems he was done. He sometimes felt bad that he was dragging his friend around and getting them into trouble. But then he remembered many interesting - to say the least - medical experiments he had to cover him for, and any guilt vanished.

‘’Map of Chang’An,’’ he answered.

The two of his companions leaned in to take a look at the lines he made in the dirt.

‘’I just want to say,’’ Fei Bai Bing quipped, adjusting the position of the candle to better light the so-called map in front of them. ‘’You two make an awful rescue squad.”

‘’Should've never left home,” Zhou Tang Sui muttered. He wasn't sure if he was chiding Miss Fei or telling that to himself.

He scoffed at both of them and clapped his hands,’’Anyways. Suffice to say our killer, Mr. Su Yang will be back, before he tries to make a run for it at the first light. To kill us, that is.”

Zhou Tang Sui sent him another look.

‘’I had hoped the Justice office might arrest him before.”

“To do that, they’d have to have vital information that we have,’’ Wu Chun Tian said. ‘’And most importantly - want to catch the killer.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, they would catch him. In three or four weeks, I think.”

As Zhou Tang Sui was processing the information, and sighing with a heavy heart, young miss Fei turned to Wu Chun Tian.

‘’Because of the unrest in the capital, this case was heard by the Emperor and especially assigned to the ministry of Justice,” she cocked her head, making a golden hairpin in her hair reflect the light of the candle. ‘’Current Minister of Justice is Yu Shimin.”

He caught her gaze, “indeed. He made quite a dramatic spectacle in the court last week promising the heavens that he will catch the killer.”

‘’I see,” she smiled. He will have to ask her one day just how much of internal and unspoken alliances she knows. Probably a lot. Probably more than he does.

‘’Let’s get it right, before I’m more confused,” Zhou Tang Sui waved his hand. “What vital information do we have?”

Wu Chun Tian looked at his friend, ‘’did you notice the cart parked outside this building? It looked quite new and the roughed up marks seemed intentional.”

Zhou Tang Sui raised his brew at him, probably trying to remember any carts. To be fair, Wu Chun Tian thought, they didn’t have that much time to look through the courtyard from the hiding place by the wall, and the cart was located by the entrance to the cellar. They were unlucky in getting noticed quite quickly by the man’s dog outside.

The cart looked new, he thought, continuing his drawing in the dirt. He wasn’t an expert on carts, suffice to say, but he also didn’t think that a man who on a daily basis worked as a bookstore clerk needed such a big cart. Not unless he wanted to run away, or - something more probable, the cart wasn’t even his. As he was mentally going through a list of the victims, all ten people, he could not find any connection. It wasn’t a perfectly planned crime, nor a crime of passion. Last week he even went as far as to check if the crimes were a copy-cats of some earlier cases, but this also turned out to be incorrect.

‘’The thing is,’’ he mused out loud, gaining the attention of his two companions. ‘’The crime scenes were cleaned up too nicely, too fast, and with no witnesses. No important clues left, nothing that could give any indication towards the killer. How can a person like this exist? The ministry released some random portraits. Only thanks to Xiao Lou Tai we know it is Mr. Su.”

He put his stick down, pointing at one of the gates, ‘’but we’re not so far from the Northern Gate.”

‘’You think he now wants to escape in his new cart because he was discovered by Xiao Lou Tai?” Zhou Tang Sui questioned.

‘’Northern Gate is usually used by grain merchants from Sui,’’ Fei Bai Bing piped in. She then made a gesture towards the map. Her fingers traced along the hastily scribbled streets, as she continued, ‘’it’s the quickest way to the market without the need to go through the crowded main lane. Clerks stationed at the gate are used to the caravans from Sui and don’t check it so diligently.’’

‘’That’s even more information than I have,’’ Wu Chun Tian said. ‘’Yes, it is so much easier to bring something to the city via the Northern Gate, unnoticed, than by the main gate.”

“So, what’s in the cart?” she asked, curiosity lighting up her eyes.

‘’I’m looking forward to seeing it, but we need to wait for our host to let us out.”

He was also very curious about it. Above all, he didn’t think Mr. Su is going to live for much longer, as there must be some important backer behind him. This much crime was noticed, but no clues? After the backer gets what he wants, he will leave Mr. Su to the wolves from the ministry of Justice. That was Wu Chun Tian’s conclusion.

“I don’t think you can talk us out of this one,” Zhou Tang Sui grumbled.

He waved him off, he started looking for something that could work as a weapon. He needed to find his sword - it should be somewhere in the courtyard in the grass. At least he hoped so.The 9th Prince won’t be happy if he tells him he lost another sword and he highly doubted he will be given a new one.

Now they just needed to wait.

Fei Bai Bing was staring between the two of them curiously.

‘’You know,’’ she started. ‘’I was dragged here by that man, but I’m not tall or strong enough to fight off a grown up man. Mr. Su is just a clerk, taller than most, but and as we concluded, his killing spree was most likely backed up. But between the two of you, it’s hard to believe you wouldn’t be able to fight him off.”

She smiled at them, soft orange hues of the candle flickering in her eyes.

‘’So, is it safe to assume,’’ she leaned in. ‘’that you got caught on purpose?”

Zhou Tang Sui gave out an offended huff.

‘’Young Miss Fei, this is ridiculous. Why in the world would we want to get caught by a murderer and potentially killed? Right?”

He turned back to look at Wu Chun Tian, seeking confirmation.

‘’Right…?”

‘’Oops,” Wu Chun Tian shrugged. Well, maybe he intentionally pushed Zhou Tang Sui and didn’t fight as much as he could’ve when Mr. Su caught them sneaking around. He might’ve thought they’d be able to find some additional clues if they got caught. Deeper he investigated the murders and no connection between them, he thought that this case reaches deeper than a simple act of killing. He was curious.

Would they be able to overpower him? Yes, most likely so. But he was quite sure that Mr. Su went away to inform his backers that he was busted, and Wu Chun Tian hoped to give him enough time to do so. People tend to get more nervous when they’re caught red handed. Mr. Su would have to find a way to dispose of them and make a run for it. He hoped people from Ministry of Justice that are involved in the crime would show up as well to make an arrest. Unfortunately, if he and Zhou Tang Sui got him, and dragged him to the prison as they technically should, then gates of the prison would close and they’d have no intel from inside. He thought that the cart would be unsalvageable, but he'd rather loose cart but find people moving it. So he gambled.

‘’Good catch, Miss Fei,” he concluded, somewhat impressed with Miss Fei and completely ignoring Zhou Tang Sui’s offended look.

‘’Thank you,” she smiled.

Thud!

‘’There he is,” he smirked, looking up to the latch. Mr. Su was back and ready to deal with them. He held his impromptu weapon in the form of a stronger stick in his hand. He threw another stick he found at his friend and said ‘’Zhou Tang Sui, stand on the other side of the latch.”

He noted Miss Fei moving back to relative safety.

After a few heartbeats the latch opened with a squeak of old hinges and some light poured inside. Wu Chun Tian moved to stay out of the light, when the man above started moving down the ladder. He held his stick tighter in his hand and then, when Mr. Su was in range - he whacked his legs.

The man with a yelp tumbled down remaining steps and soon enough was laying flat on the floor. Small part of Wu Chun Tian, who felt the bruise on his hips from being pushed inside the cellar tied down, was vindicated.

‘’Hello,’’ he greeted their host.

‘’How did you-” the man started questioning, before jumping to his feet. ‘’No matter, this ends now.”

Butcher knife in his hand flickered reflecting the light from the candle as Mr. Su jumped at Wu Chun Tian. His clothes were in disarray and he was clearly already fatigued from running.

Wu Chun Tian dodged the hit - while they weren't the most precise hits, he wasn’t sure how his stick would fare against a hit of a knife. And he’d rather not risk it.

‘’I am a doctor, but…” he heard muttering before Zhou Tang Sui smacked Mr. Su against his head with his stick. The man cursed as he stumbled on his feet.

Without wasting time, Wu Chun Tian jumped ahead and kicked him in the stomach. The man was clearly not a trained swordsman, as in response he could only flail about with the butcher knife. The frenzy however made it hard to move closer to him, and in the cluttered cellar with not much light, the maneuvers were limited.

Crack!

Zhou Tang Sui blocked the knife with his stick, but predictably it broke under the pressure. Wu Chun Tian grabbed the clerk’s robe and yanked him back, before he could do any more damage to his friend. He huffed in effort.

Mr. Su looked at him through blood-shot eyes, and threw his hand forward as both of them were stumbling in the opposite direction to Zhou Tang Sui.

Shit, he thought seeing the butcher’s knife flying in his direction.

A force pulled him back, just in time before the blade collided with his shoulder and chest. He was ready when the next hit came and caught Mr. Su’s arm with the knife. He felt Young Miss Fei hands still grabbing on his clothes from the back.

‘’Let go!” the book clerk shouted, trying to wrangle his hands out of Wu Chun Tian's grip.

‘’You first,” he spat, squeezing on his wrist, hoping he would let go of the knife under pressure. His throat was itching, probably due to the amount of dust that was kicked off in this scuffle.

Crack!

Clay pot filled with wine broke into pieces over the man's head, and strength in Mr. Su arm faltered. It was enough for Wu Chun Tian to push the knife out the man’s hands and push him to the ground. His flailing was stopped with Zhou Tang Sui helping him to overpower the clerk.

‘’Here,’’ Fei Bai Bing crouched beside them with ropes that were used to bind their hands.

He thanked her and got down to tie him down.

‘’Don’t you dare!’’ he spat and reached down to catch Mr. Su’s jaw. His eyes widened, when Wu Chun Tian, pulled apart his mouth.

You’re not going to kill yourself, he thought and glared down at the man. Two of his companions caught on and helped him hold the man down before he fished out a pill containing poison from his mouth. He scoffed as he wiped his fingers on Mr. Su’s clothes. He hid the pill inside his robe, and made sure the man didn't have any more of those tricks up his sleeve.

He coughed and gagged the clerk’s mouth with a piece of clothing.

‘’Don’t do anything stupid, please,” he said and stood up.

‘’I don’t think we have much time,” Fei Bai Bing said as she looked up at the latch, bringing their attention.

‘’A fire?” Wu Chun Tian asked no one in particular. He glared at the man on the floor and looked up. The cellar was getting filled with smoke and the room above was getting brighter by the second. He hoped he would have some time to interrogate the clerk, but it didn't seem to be possible anymore.

‘’Let’s go quickly,” Zhou Tang Sui said. ‘’He’s drowning in wine, it can turn bad, but we should be able to escape before he catches on fire.”

The three nodded to each other.

‘’You don’t want to live, but you will have to,” Wu Chun Tian said to Mr. Su, as he helped him up along with Zhou Tang Sui. Mr. Su was trashing about and glaring at them to no avail, ‘’Miss Fei, go first.”

He squinted through the smoke and pushed the girl to the ladder. She stumbled and without further ado wend up the steps, while the two held onto their prisoner.

‘’Quickly!” she shouted down from the opening.

‘’Trying,’’ he grumbled. Their unwilling prisoner was getting rowdy, probably thinking that he’d rather die here than get caught. Wu Chun Tian clicked his tongue and picked up his stick again. There goes nothing, he thought and hit the man in the back of his head. The body went limp in their grasp.

‘’I guess it is easier this way…” Zhou Tang Sui muttered.

Between the two of them and some additional help from Miss Fei from above, they were able to push Mr. Su unconscious body up. Wu Chun Tian wheezed when he reached the top, sweating due to exertion and hot air immediately hitting his face. He was not built for this, he thought mournfully.

The room above was slowly but surely getting engulfed in flames, but it would still take a moment before they would be in grave danger. Thankfully their scuffle downstairs didn’t take too much time. With Zhou Tang Sui’s help they made their way through the room and to the doors with Mr. Su body draped on their shoulders. Fei Bai Bing was dragging behind them, coughing, but still keeping close.

They finally pushed the doors and fell to the courtyard of Mr. Su’s home.

They moved as far away as possible, when the first shouts reached their ears. Wu Chun Tian looked ahead and saw night patrol officers rushing towards the house. He heard a cracking sound and some of the building crumbled under the flames. The fire squad would probably be informed soon. He threw his coat at Miss Fei as two men in reached them.

‘’What is happening, are you safe?” the first officer questioned. He couldn’t be much older than Wu Chun Tian, but definitely seemed frazzled. ‘’Fire squad is on their way.”

‘’We’re alright,’’ he answered. He fished out his token that dangled by his belt, thanking the heavens that he remembered to take it with him.

He showed it to the officers and continued. He took a look at the taller of the officers, ’’we have here a dangerous criminal, call the public security for backup.”

‘’Lord Minister,” the two men said in unison after checking his plaque. He thought that ministry of justice will most likely be already informed by Mr. Su himself, but he’d rather reveal himself as Lord Minister, than have to be questioned by low ranking officers about why in the middle of the fire he has a man bound, gagged and unconscious.

Fire squad was running in as the two men were ready to disperse with his orders.

He felt a small yank on his sleeve. He looked back and saw Miss Fei, crouching behind him under his cloak.

‘’Fei Jing Rui,’’ she spoke quietly enough that only he was able to hear.

Ah, yes.

‘’And call for me Fei Jing Rui from the Imperial Guards. He should be stationed by Zhuque Gate. Tell him he is immediately needed here.”

“Yes sir!”

The atmosphere in the courtyard was tense, but fortunately the fire squad had things under control. Wu Chun Tian could see their coordinated moves, so he did not feel inclined to be a nuisance in their work. He took a look at his companions as they waited for the officers.

Zhou Tang Sui was standing next to him, wiping sweat from his forehead, while Fei Bai Bing was still crouching, trying to look as small as possible. He couldn’t take a look at her face, as it was obscured by the robe. He reached out his hand down to help her up, thinking it would be safer for her to get away from the courtyard.

‘’Here,’’ he said.

She turned her face up, and he noticed her tense smile.

‘’This will be very hard,’’ she said. She reached her hand and clasped it hard.

‘’Are you alright?” Zhou Tang Sui asked, just as she slowly stood up.

‘’Not my ankle, no,’’ she said. ‘’I think I might've twisted it somewhere in the cellar.”

They both frowned at the revelation. The girl was standing unstable on her feet, and he could probably guess when exactly she twisted her ankle. She held onto his clothes for a little bit too long after she yanked him back in the scuffle.

He sighed and looked around.

‘’There’s a small temple, one street away. I can stay there and wait for Jing Rui,” she said, trying to stand on the hurt ankle. She didn’t give out any yelps of pain, but her face twisted with discomfort.

He looked down at his prisoner, he couldn't exactly leave him here. The problems were multiplying this night.

‘’You two go to the temple and I’ll see you there,” he decided. Zhou Tang Sui was the medic here, between two of them he is far more equipped to help with twisted ankles and he still needed to wrap things up here.

Fei Bai Bing tried to protest, but she gave in after taking a step or two and being unable to walk without help.

After that, he didn’t have much to do. The fire squad wrapped the operation up fast - they were truly lucky the water retention pond was nearby. He did take a look at the cart, but as he predicted the cart was completely burned down.

He did fight his sword, it was indeed lying down in the grass. No scolding from 9th Prince, at least not in this regard.

Soon enough public security guards run into the already crowded courtyard along with a few higher ranking officers from the Ministry of Justice. He gave them his report, or as much of what he wanted to tell them. He made sure to commit to memory all the officers that showed up here tonight. He looked down last time at Mr. Su, knowing that he will not survive the night, and then he instructed somebody to tell Fei Jingrui where to find them and took a stride towards the temple.

The streets were almost empty, it was still some time before people would start waking up. Although he could see some moving figures in the windows, the fire in the neighborhood didn’t make as much noise as one would expect.

He heard Zhou Tang Sui stern voice, just as he walked up the stairs of the temple.

‘’Now, please don’t move.”

“Wait, wait a moment,” Fei Bai Bing started moving away when the young man’s hands squeezed around above her ankle.

‘’No time to wait,’’he said.

‘’Still, wait!”

“Just trust him, he is a medic,” Wu Chun Tian piped in as he put his hands on her shoulders to keep her from moving. She looked back at him and gave out a weak glare.

‘’I am going to fix your ankle right now, so please stay still.”

“I am not ready.”

‘’Please remember to put something cold over your ankle when you’re home,’’ he stated. His voice was calm and his movements swift, so much as Fei Bai Bing in all her trials to get away, didn’t notice when he grabbed her foot with his other hand. With one yelp from an unwilling patient, the ankle was fixed.

‘’See, all good and done.”

“I feel like puking, thank you.”

Wu Chun Tian chuckled as he released her shoulders. He messaged the spot where Fei Bai Bing’s nails cut into skin on his hands, leaving pink marks.

Zhou Tang Sui continued with his doctor’s recommendations, however Wu Chun Tian wasn’t sure that Fei Bai Bing was registering much of it. When Fei Jing Rui gets there he should remind him, he thought. To be honest it would’ve been so much easier if they could just drop off Miss Fei at her home - either Fei, or Pan or Li, or call a carriage from her house. Unfortunately, that was out of the question. And he’d rather not be questioned by the Fei family as to why their daughter is accompanied by him and Zhou young master in the middle of the night and cause scandal. In this case, he will protect the reputation of willful young Miss Fei. For all of their sakes.

What a long night, he thought as he sat down on the stairs next to Miss Fei, currently getting her foot and ankle bandaged.

Well, there’s truth and the truth - he thought. Tomorrow in court, the ministry will report catching their murderer. They will inform the Emperor of a lunatic who fortunately got apprehended and Chang’An can sleep peacefully again.

He squinted his eyes at the coming down light from above the Northern Gate.

What is this crime linked with? Perhaps he should find a way into the Department of City Security. 9th Prince has been trying to fix it for years but it was a hard nut to crack. But maybe now with Pan Zhao back in the city - a true neutral party - he could get a recommendation and a token. He put a pin on that thought just as he saw a jogging figure in the distance.

‘’What happened?!” Fei Jing Rui's disheveled appearance was surprisingly a comforting sight. His nervous gaze moved past Wu Chun Tian and Zhou Tang Sui, to fall on his cousin. ‘’Are you hurt?”

Fei Bai Bing smiled as she saw the young man squatting before.

‘’I sprained my ankle.”

“At the hour of the Tiger?!”

“No, of the Pig, now I’ve been resting” she said and reached out her hands. “Carry me to the house?”

Fei Jing Rui gave out a long suffering sigh and turned his back.

‘’But seriously, what have you been doing? All three of you?”

He looked over them as he stood up with Fei Bai Bing on his back. Wu Chun Tian shrugged his arms before reminding his ex-Imperial College classmate about cold compresses for the ankle.

“Right, Miss Fei,’’ Zhou Tang Sui said, ‘’I’ll send over some ointment for swelling, I made fresh batches last week.”

“Ah, thank you.”

‘’You guys, you are still ignoring my question,” the young man pouted.

Wu Chun Tian shrugged again, ‘’What is there to say, your cousin sprained her ankle and Zhou Tang Sui fixed it. And now we all want to go home, right?”

“Fine, fine. Don’t tell me, keep your secrets from poor Jingrui who ran half a city,” he sulked. He squinted at them again. “Also… do you have anything to do with the fire?”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want to have answers to,” Wu Chun Tian clapped his hands.

A sigh.

Well, whatever Miss Fei later tells her cousin was beyond him. As far as he was concerned, less Fei Jing Rui knew, less he could accidentally babble about later.

The duo didn’t stay long after, it was late - or rather very early, and with short shared goodbyes, Fei cousins moved through the streets back to the mansion.

Zhou Tang Sui sat back on the stairs and let out another groan, ‘’I am exhausted and half of this is your fault.”

Wu Chun Tian could only agree with his friend. He didn’t think he would even get a nap before having to haul his butt to the court, but he might have time for some breakfast.

If they go now, that is.

[soraviie]

It’s not a picture, but can you do a Drabble for this?

https://twitter.com/jungkookah_7/status/1635632324397219842?s=46&t=mlN0HToLoz2OEi3zg6hCcg

so that people know what is talked about, I chose an approximate picture of the video :)

The week has been hectic and it shows in the way there's a clutter of clothes splattered across the living room, in the way that the laundry machine is going off in the background. Tonight it's your choice of music. Some makeshift attempt was made of the kitchen table to resemble a restaurant, with a candle in the middle and you're both dressed to the nines. It's stupid but endearing. Jungkook is quite a few drinks into the night - he's giddy, the words come out a bit slurred, his stutter returns for a bit that so keenly reminds you of when you first began dating. It took him months to admit that the reason why at times he could barely talk was due to the overwhelming nature of his feelings. All too clearly you recall when you first met - you had shook his limp hand and he had just stood there, mouth flapping open and shut for so long that you had no other choice but to awkwardly waddle away.

And in the fleeting moments such as these, simple, domestic fractures of your overall life you understood what he was feeling - you are quite overwhelmed yourself.

"You're such a babygirl," you sigh dreamily and the conversation Jungkook had been having with himself halts in the confused middle.

"Baby...girl?" he questions, at first brushing his hair to look cool but inevitably crumbles into a peel of giggling laughter. Such a very Jungkook thing to do.

"Hmm," you hum, leaning against the table, pulling the candle further away from him so nothing is accidentally set on fire. Again. "The most babygirl of men. How did I ever get so lucky?"

"Stoooppp," he whines, blushing from the neck to the ears.

"No, really. Sometimes I don't know what I want to do more to be with you or to be you."

"You can't be me!" he objects, voice rising in whining volume, lips puckering up into a deep pout. "I'm me. Jungkook is Jungkook. He's taken."

"Either way, taken by me," you pat yourself on the back. "Lucky me."

You reach to brush his hair behind the ear, the admiration for this impossible man swallowing you whole.

"Look at you, you're just so...cute," utterly defeated, you coo at him, thoroughly enjoying the way he squirms. "Jungkook do you have the slightest idea in how much danger you are in? Sometimes I love you so much I want to bite you."

He rubs the purple side of his neck, taking a hold of your hand and kissing the back of it.

"I'm well aware."

[akehoshimystar]

Kiho's Personal Story

Roka: To this wonderful night... Cheers!!

Kiho: Cheers.

Roka: Mika!

Takeru: Sure, sure.

Roka: Fufu... Fufufu.

………

Flap

Kiho: Oh.

Roka: Zzzzz…..

Takeru & Kiho: ……..

After saying a toast for countless times, Roka slumped against the counter with a smile on his face. I looked at him for a few seconds. I caught sight of Mika behind the counter, and we both laughed and said, “Good work”.

Takeru: As always, the way he fell asleep is just like a baby. He was noisy until the very end.

Kiho: I thought he’d ask for another round of fortune telling. He ran out of energy now.

Takeru: Seems like he played putter golf with Shinobu and others on the rooftop during the day. He must have been pretty tired from the start.

Kiho: The rooftop here?

Takeru: Yeah. He bought a toy set from somewhere, and was playing in the office at first, but Ai-chan kicked him out.

Kiho: Must have been tough for Ai.

I took the glass, which is now filled with nothing but ice, from Roka’s hand and handed it to Mika.

Takeru: Thanks. What about you, Kiho?

Kiho: I don’t mind if we call it a day now…... But let’s see…. Can I have just one more drink?

Takeru: Of course. I’m about to start cleaning up now, but don't worry about me. Just take your time and drink.

Mika gracefully poured me some Ginjo and began closing up the bar as previously declared. As I watched him while enjoying my last drink of the day… I heard a muffled voice next to me.

Roka: ...I’ve come up with a great idea...

Kiho: What is it?

Roka: Nagashi somen for Christmas.

Kiho: We already did that last year. Water got all over the floor and Urara scolded us like we have just killed someone. We learned it hard way, didn’t we?

Roka: Fufu... Nghnnnn...

Takeru: Seriously, you’re way too sociable. Why bother replying when he’s already in his dreamworld?

Kiho: To my surprise, he can remember things when I ask him later. Maybe his brain is still up and awake.

Takeru: Even if that's the case, when I see you two together, I still feel strange.

Kiho: What’s strange about it?

Takeru: Who would have thought that you two would become such good friends for this long?

I gulped down the chilled sake in my mouth. And laughed lightly at what Mika said while he was polishing the sink.

Kiho: Mika, didn’t you say the same thing in the past?

Takeru: Oh, really? Well, I've been thinking about it for quite some time now.

I do understand why Roka is attached to Kiho, but Kiho also accepted him and that's why we’re where we are now.

I can’t guess at all what would lead you guys to this point.

Kiho: Accept him? I don't mean to act like I was playing hard-to-get.

Takeru: I think it's difficult for you not to act that way when that’s what you are. Well, not that I care.

Back then… Kyoya, Sei, Shizuka, Mao... Not sure if I should say this, but didn’t Kiho like hanging out with that kind of people?

Kiho: Interesting conclusion you’ve reached there. Well, if I were to sit next to someone on a long trip, I'd prefer someone among that list.

Takeru: I know right. In fact, I've never seen Kiho close the distance with someone crazy like Roka. That's why I find it very strange.

Even if he was one-sidedly attached to you and you found him annoying, you could have dealt with him however you wanted, but you didn't.

Kiho: Dealing with him?

Takeru: Smiling while giving him a cold shoulder. You're good at that, aren’t you?

Kiho: Oh. Now you’re slandering me.

Takeru: Who said I did? I don't think you have to worry about it, though.

Kiho: Haha.

I see... So that's how Mika sees us.

Then, I could say the same. The fact that Roka got attached to me is certainly strange.

Takeru: Maybe it’s not rocket science at all. Perhaps, it’s simply admiration.

Because Kiho has a lot of things that Roka doesn't have and wants.

Kiho: ...I'd be honored if that's the case.

Takeru: It's like crying for the moon. I think it's more or less a feeling that arises when people interact with each other.

Well, it's not every day that you find someone as dynamic as Roka. “A calm, intelligent leader who is respected by everyone”

Kiho: Haha. I feel bad for Roka, but I can't imagine that at all.

Takeru: I kind of agree. However, if I have such a dynamic idiot close by….

I might be able to think it's silly to worry about such trivial things like having high expectations or wishing for things that will never come true.

Kiho: …….

He makes me think that everyone can want what they want, step forward, reach out and grab it. I think anyone with self-strict personality would feel comfortable around Roka. There's a level of force and carefree attitude that allows you to surrender yourself to him.

Takeru: Unexpectedly, he can save the day.

Looking at Mika, who suddenly stopped and looked at Roka with gentle eyes, I thought to myself he is also one of the people Roka has "forgiven".

Kiho: (Crying for the moon, huh?)

Kiho: ......It hurts.

Takeru: Huh?

Kiho: Ah... Sorry. I’m just talking nonsense. My head just hurt for a moment.

Takeru: Oh no, are you okay? You still have that migraine after all.

Kiho: No, I probably just drank too much and got a little carried away today.

Thanks for the drink. I'll take Roka home.

Takeru: Just sit down for a bit. I'll call Shinobu now.

Today he went to the dormitory to clean Shizuka's house. After that, he would be drinking with Soyogu and others, but I think they should start talking about leaving now.

If he comes over here and I tell him he can take a taxi home with Roka, he’ll be happy to come and pick him up for sure.

Kiho: He’s drunk as a skunk and a bit of a pain right now, are you sure?

Takeru: That kid is probably drunk too. Here! Drink this and wait.

Kiho: Thank you.

After quickly handing me a glass of water, Mika went down to the staff room.

Kiho: (.…I ended up making him worried. I should have made a different excuse.)

(I can't think straight at all. I'm really a little drunk tonight.)

Roka: …….

Kiho: ……

I stared at the back of Roka’s head, motionless and as quiet as a dead body. I vaguely thought that it's been a long time seeing that his hair has gotten this long. I couldn’t really remember how short his hair was when we first met.

Roka: Hey, Misumi. I'm thinking of growing my hair out too, is that okay?

Why? There's only one reason. I want to be cool like you!

Not just as a host. As a human being, too.

Kiho: (.….Idiot.)

He has had something special from the beginning, but only he himself doesn’t know its value. Without realizing it, he chased after someone else, harboring unnecessary admiration. He's stupidly pure, he tries his best, and he loves people. There’s just no way anyone can hate him. He's the kind of person who is destined to be loved.

Kiho: It's not that I didn't reject him. I just couldn't, Mika.

I murmured the words I hadn't said earlier to the empty counter. I could see it from the moment we first met. If I had negative feelings about “this”, it would be the end. So I accepted him, and I won't reject him even in the future. If no one can see your true feelings, it's the same as not being there.

Kiho: (That's why….. You'll probably never know for the rest of your life.)

I reached out for the card I'd put aside in the corner. And flipped it over and saw what’s on it. I couldn't help but let out a dry laugh, which made Roka flinched. I find a tip of his hair swaying like a tail annoying for some reason, so I chuckled.

Kiho: Get up. Time to head home, Roka.

…….If I hate you, I’ll be swept away for sure.

[kurosstuff]

I love your writing. Is it okay if I request Vampire!Emily x fem!angel reader headcanons? (or whatever you would like to write). Like reader helping her out with the difficulties being a vampire, being willing to help her with anything she needs. (If not, I just think Emily as a vampire is adorable. She'd feel so bad if she had to drink from her partner)

from 🪽 wing anon (idk if we do the emoji anon thing here)

IM- THANJ YOU IM GPAD YOU LIKE IT♡ THAT MEANS SO MUCH- Also I'm sorry for being radio silent

OMG- THATS Q GOOD IDEA JUST- Emily super nervous as hell too-

Oh yeah I do emoji anons here! Just tell em what you want and I'll do it♡♡

Warning(s) blood, vampire stuff, fluff!(?) Blood drinking(not descriptive really, I wanted it more of a fluffy thing. SHORT drabble

Short drabble i.. never wrote for Emily bur! I hope you enjoy it tell me if I got her erll? Honestly idk

Vampire! Emily x f!Angel!reader SHORT drabble: hungry

It took a month to figure out what was wrong with Emily. How odd she's been - how fidgety she'd been with you. Just that familiar flush on her face as she wants to ask something of you. But each time she chickened making up some excuse before rushing off once again

"Would you stop it? What is it dear?" You finally spoke yo after the third attempt of her coming up to you "if you have something to say go ahead. I'll listen! What is it?" Turning to her fully watching the familiar golden flush once she was "caught" again. How her wings flapped slowly in thought-

Humming, you stared as she opened and closed her mouth, unsure how to even ASK you whatever it was on her mind. Frowning you crossed your arms in thought. Fidgety.. nervous refusing to meet your eyes.. that guilty look?

Blinking it all clicked- making you feel guilty for how long shr must have gone. How you didn't pick up on it as quickly as you should have. Sighing softly you stood up moving close to your girlfriend- your mate

"Your hungry. Aren't you Emily?"

Watching her freeze unable to meet your eyes once you spoke of her hunger made you smile softly. Seems you were correct

"Y..yes, I am hungry i- I ran out of the bags! The shipment well- it's late won't be here for another-" and yet again began her rambles. Her attempt at making sense of why she didn't drink her "special drink"(what she'd prefer to call it) knowing how important it is to ensure she's fed.

Vampires are dangerous after all. No matter who it is. Even more dangerous is a starved one.

"My love.. I've told you~ I don't mind you feeding off of me~ I'll gladly allow it" you spoke softly cutting her off from her tangent. Knowing she won't stop until she tires herself out from how guilty she is.

She always felt guilty feeding off of anyone. Especially you- her lover. So her outright(not really.. attempting to) ask you for permission? She must be starving.

"Are you... sure?" She whispered softly moving to hold your hands kissing your knuckles softly frowning her eyes glowed brighter then usual. Clearly starving. With a comforting tug you pulled her close tilting your head for her to see your bare neck. A slow grumble escaped her as it always did when she got like this.

The warning sound

"Go on~ eat~ have your fill~" you purred softly. And like that. In a flash she was on you- making you hiss softly as she began to feed. Not even warning. You frowned- how long had she gone if she didn't do her usual? The kiss- the comforting words. But just bit down to feed. Rubbing her shoulders softly you hummed smiling softly as she pulled you even closer as if attempting to devore you through her body.

You weren't sure how long you were their for. How long she fed. How much she took. When you woke up, Emily was back to normal. Rushing around your shared bedroom. Looking for anything rambling "-I told you! If I get too much, tell me-!" Smiling you sat up ignoring g the ache in your neck. Knowjng from the off feeling she bandaged you up

"Darling?"

"I would stop! Would have helped! Oh lord, oh lord, I took too much -" rushing to make a fort like thing around you. With the pillows, she found before yelping seeing you up fully "oh.....oh my love.. are you ok? What do you need? Food? Water? What I'll get it for you!"

Slolwy, you held her hands softly, kissing her palms. "..for now I'd like to cuddle you~ my mate~", watching her wings poof up before nodding flushed getting into the bed curling into you softly "I'm ok. I promise.. just rest now ok? Rest.." you whispering softly kissing the top of her head gently

[melancholysway]

Howdy, (yes I'm southern) I'm Blue!!! Quick little fact about me: if I don't find some fanfics over 03 Donnie and fast, I'm gonna go fucking feral. Like out in the woods picking berries feral. Literally heart eyes every time I see him. It's marriage on the spot if he ever walks through the door. Like I got the ring already picked out and everything.

Anyways, it would fan fiddly tastic if you could provide me and all my mentally disordered brethren with some hcs over how the 03 boys would be with s/o who has Aspberger's syndrome. Think autism but watered down. If you would like some examples of behaviors and habits that stem from this, just let me know! If you have time for a long shot that would be epicly epic but I get it if a short shot would be easier for you.

Why don't I just right them myself? Next question!

Alrighty drink water and have fun!!!!

Hi Blue! First off, thank you for the explanation on Asperger's! Your information helped me write this fic to the best of my ability to fit your descriptions.

Second off, I'm so sorry this took fucking forever, I'm finally on summer break from the semester omfg. You also told me that the term "aspie" is not derogatory and since I had no idea how to tell the reader that Y/n in this fic has Asperger's, I thought it would be okay to just use "Aspie" when describing the reader in the title. If you don't like it, let me know and I'll switch it out :)

I'm fulfilling requests in the order they are received, which is also one of the reasons I held off on writing at all, because I really had a good idea for this one and wanted to write this first!

I really hope you enjoyed! I'm excited to be back writing!

TMNT 2003!Donnie x Aspie GN!Reader: WeekDay(s) in the Life of Donnie & Y/n

With Donatello getting together with you, he had to get used to a few things. Not that he already wasn’t aware since you were friends before dating, but just some things to keep in mind when it came to you:

1. You got into something new, like, every week. Sometimes, you’d get stuck on one thing and drop the one before. He had to learn how to get up to speed with your interests and hyper-fixations. 

Not that it bothered him, but he always wants to understand and learn what and why you’re so hyper-fixated on, even if it meant dropping his lab time to learn about it from you.

2. He has to explain his subtle sarcasm since you usually don’t pick up on it. 

As in, if he makes a joke, sarcastic remark, etc, and you don’t understand it, he doesn’t mind taking a step back to explain the syntax and linguistics of why it’s funny to try and get you to laugh

3. Unexplained excitement, he tries to match your energy for things you randomly get excited about, and it includes when you hand flap as well. Common among those with Asperger's, those that become excited hand flap as a stim. 

Despite Donnie’s usual quiet nature, he gets excited as well, especially if he has a “breakthrough” in his experiments, so he 100% understands the excitement part. 

He already understood most of how Asperger’s worked when it came to you alone and getting to know you more. 

It actually surprised him when you asked him to be your boyfriend. He seriously wasn’t expecting that to come out of your mouth. 

“Turtles are cute, you’re cute, duh, Don.” He’s sold. He liked you before, but now? How you’re not phased by his appearance? It’s perfect. 

In order for Donatello to understand you more, he decided to keep a journal in which he keeps track of everything about you and all about Asperger’s. The reason being, well, he really wanted to know how to be a supportive boyfriend for you!

Here’s a week-long entry from his initial observations, interactions, and thoughts- and guess what? It’s all about you! Cheers to the beginning stages of the relationship!

MONDAY:

In the afternoon, Y/n came into my lab, with the usual antics I would expect. However, I wasn’t sure why they were so excited. 

“And then I found out about how they eat their mates, and now I have to ask you, my super smart boyfriend, why?!”

Even though Y/n could have done a quick Google search, I loved that I was asked to answer that instead. It makes me feel included in their excitement, so I try to take part as much as I can. I’m actually not sure what possessed Black Widows to eat their mates, but it’s still pretty messed up. And if this excites Y/n, who am I to not share the reasoning? It’s cute, how excited they can get. I love it. 

“Well, um…”

 “Isn’t that just a socially acceptable form of cannibalism? Like, why did we make that okay? Or, why aren’t there spider laws in place to protect male widows? Or even….wait, why that look on your face?” Y/n probably thought I was lost, or annoyed even. 

I wonder what face I had on that caused Y/n to move on to talking to Mikey instead and hyping him up about justified cannibalism, yet I felt incomplete. But, if Y/n’s mind is moving quickly from topic to topic, person to person, I should wait until they come back to me. In the meantime, generating a long fact sheet about Black Widows for Y/n is on my to-do list.

Maybe I should’ve said how I wasn’t annoyed. In fact, I was intrigued. 

Donnie’s Notes:

Y/n’s actually right, Widows are just socially acceptable cannibals

Make a Black Widow fact sheet

Tell Y/n tomorrow that I wasn’t annoyed

Search up potential jokes about Black Widows

TUESDAY:

Today, I thought I’d test the waters with some Black Widow jokes. I’m gonna be honest, I looked them up. There are not many on the internet, and as smart as I am, I sort of lack in the joke department. That’s more Mikey’s thing, anyway. 

So when Y/n came into my lab today, I wanted to impress them with my (stolen) joke.

“I actually have a gift for you,” 

“Donnie, you really don’t have to get me anything.” Y/n’s typically straightforward and honest, though my gift isn’t materialistic, it’s still of interest to them. 

“Why do Widows kill their partners after they mate?” After wiggling my nonexistent eyebrows, I’m still met by Y/n’s usual stoic expression to my jokes or remarks. 

“Is this an actual question? I’m not really sure, that’s why I asked you.” Y/n says though I can tell based on the awkward neck scratching that they don’t think for a moment that it could be a joke. 

“No, they can’t stand listening to them snoring. Ba dum psh!” 

“...” 

Okay, not my best joke. 

“Sorry you had to sit through that awful joke, but, I made you this-” After printing out the document I wrote up for Y/n, they watch as the paper comes out from the printer. Fresh, the best kind of printer paper. 

“It’s a…” After examining the paper for a minute, it ends with Y/n smiling. I added photos, statistics, and everything I could find about Black Widows that Y/n might want to know. 

“Wow! Thank you, Donnie! You’re such a smart guy, this really makes up for the horrible joke earlier!” Ouch, but, they’re not wrong. It was an um…shitty joke, to say the least. I should’ve rehearsed it in the mirror. 

The rest of the day Y/n was in the Lair consisted of a recall of all the facts on the sheet. We spent our time doing thorough research on the ones that Y/n was particularly interested in. The red mark on the spider’s backs, why they eat their mates, and (for some reason) we went down the rabbit hole of “famous” human cannibals. Upon further research, we learned that if you salt human meat, it actually contracts. It grossed me out but sparked Y/n’s interest. I kind of wanna stop eating pepperoni pizza now. Mushrooms were always my favorite topping, anyway. I was NOT going to make a fact sheet for human cannibalism. In fact, I decided to go with the flow of Y/n’s interests, if we were focused on Black Widows for the week, that’s what we were focused on. 

Come to think of it, Y/n has introduced me to many new facts that I never knew about when it came to their interests. Crystals, trees, birds, anything. I’m usually only fixated on science/microbiology, not the bigger things that make up our world. It’s one of the many things I really like about Y/n as a person and as a partner. I’m constantly learning something new despite being a technical genius. Haha, I just called myself a genius, is that narcissistic of me?

WEDNESDAY:

Since today was our group sparring day, Y/n came in the early evening to watch us. Although they’re usually interested in sparring physically, they just didn’t seem up to it, which was fine by Splinter. He was always adamant about observing and learning by watching. Plus, Y/n seemed to be really entertained by our sparring.

 I hope I don’t mess up today, I’d hate to feel embarrassed. I think Y/n prefers to watch us since its fewer eyes on them, which is understandable. The center of attention wasn’t always their favorite thing, anyway. 

I’m learning more things about Y/n day by day, and writing it down is making it easier to keep up with whatever they’re interested in. Because I was invited to watch a short documentary about Black Widows at Y/n’s apartment, their current interest seems to be just that. Not that I’m bothered, however, Raph seems a little nervous that Y/n’ll somehow find one and bring it down to the Lair to show us. He usually isn’t fazed by their sudden interests, but THIS one got him in a chokehold. I don’t think Y/n would actually find a Widow, though. 

~~~

I was…well, embarrassed. Turns out, Mikey had some new move up his sleeve, and body slammed me to the ground. So, so, so embarrassing. 

“Woah! You okay, Donnie? Mikey slammed you into next week!” Despite the pain I was in, I still flashed a small smile, to let Y/n know I was fine. They seemed to be really into my safety of the little things. Sparring, during lab experiments, etc. I actually played back the many times I was given a lecture from Y/n about lab safety when they caught me not wearing goggles. I wear them all the time now. 

THURSDAY:

It’s day 4 of Black Widows. I decided to set up a docu night in my lab with Y/n. It included their favorite movie snacks (Y/n gave me a list just in case I planned something like this and was unsure of what to get them) as well as mine. Though I’m not sure if I can stomach a Widow eating its mate, I’ll endure it for Y/n’s sake. 

Y/n loved the documentary. It’s a trend I’ve noticed when I began to date them. Whatever we did didn’t matter, as long as we were both interested in what we were doing and doing it together. These past few days I’ve learned a lot just from Y/n’s sudden interest that I'm beginning to enjoy it equally as much. I wonder if I can find other media that might excite them.

I had the urge to cuddle Y/n, though I only acted on it after the documentary. I thought I’d be distracting, only for them to tell me they were waiting for me too. 

I hope Mikey (or worse, Raph) doesn’t find this, but I seriously got butterflies when I had them in my arms. I held a loose grip, just in case Y/n felt restricted in any way, but they seemed to enjoy it. Plus, if they didn’t, they would’ve told me. 

FRIDAY:

Nothing much out of the ordinary happened today.

(that's a lie)

Y/n actually asked to kiss me today before leaving. Which I don’t think I was ready for. Sure, I’ve been thinking about kissing them, but I wasn’t sure how to do it or ask. But Y/n- blunt as they are- straight up asked. I think that’s one of the great contrasts between me and Y/n. It’s in their nature to just say what’s on their mind or be blunt. Straightforwardness doesn’t come easy to me, but I find it to be beneficial when it comes to our relationship so far. Though we’re still in the beginning month of our relationship, I think a way I’m stepping out of my comfort zone is being with Y/n- who appears to be the polar opposite of me in terms of socialness. I’m more reserved or to myself, usually talking when spoken to, or if something’s really important that I have to share. 

I admire that part of Y/n- even if they aren’t aware of it. I could really work on saying what’s on my mind more. 

So when Y/n asked out of nowhere if they could kiss me, why would I refuse? Of course, I wanted to!

And you know what, little journal? It was amazing. My first kiss and it was with someone special. 

Donnie’s Notes:

Quickly yet informatively, I’m learning more and more about Y/n and how Asperger’s affects them every day. I’m learning that it’s okay to be extremely giddy and excited over something in my lab, knowing Y/n would love to hear about it and geek out with me too. I’m learning that Y/n genuinely enjoys my lab, and finds something new in it every day to ask me about since it’s always changing and growing. They enjoy what I have to say, and if it comes down to it, we could go weeks straight talking to each other about whatever interests us. I learned that whenever Y/n gets really excited when talking, they do this gesture with their hands- and when I asked- it’s called hand flapping. A response to when their mind gets excited and their body has to show it. It’s adorable, just like them.

And that, dear readers, was Donnie’s week-long journal entry about you. 

Though he’d literally take this to the grave, it’s nice knowing that Donatello takes an interest in you as a person and your personality, understanding how you operate and continuously attempting to match your energy. 

2003 Donnie is extremely pensive; constantly wanting to do new things or learn new things

So, what better way than to do it with his S/O, who ALSO has a constant need for excitement in new information or concepts?

Needless to say, dating Donatello entails that you will not be disappointed! Donnie is peaceful, has a thirst for knowledge, becomes hyper-fixated on little inventions, loves learning new things, and loves a S/O who can have the same multitude of interests as him (even more!)

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