#yup. I'm very offended.

[mywritersmind]

DRUNK THOUGHTS - LN4

summary : He’s drunk and on a dock, nothing can go wrong. Except maybe him confessing his love to his taken best friend.

listen up : drunk lando! reader has a bf but no cheating involved!! maybe a pt.2 but prob not? i’ve kinda been unmotivated but if u have ideas my requests are open!

word count : 653

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I find him on a dock, his arm touching the water and his body laying down to face the stars.

I wobble down the wooden path, taking my heels off and pulling my dress down a bit. I’ve been drinking and dancing all night, yet my experience doesn’t even come close to Lando’s night.

He turns his head when he hears my footsteps, “Wanted to make sure you were still alive.” I look at his body, he’s in baby blue pants and a half undone shirt.

I left my boyfriend who was getting eaten alive by mosquitoes to come check on him, feeling a bit tipsy and more than happy to be alone with him.

“Y/n!” He grins and points at me, yup he’s definitely drank more than me, “Hi!”

I laugh and squat next to him, “Hi Lan. Fun night?”

“Oh definitely!” he giggles, his hand patting the place next to him. I sigh and lay down, looking up at the night sky. “You?”

“Very fun.” He’s looking at me still, I glance to him, a curl fallen into his face and his eyes are all soft and shaded from the lack of light.

It’s almost unfair, how beautiful he is.

“I like your dress!” He smiles, his hand gently running against the hem of it. It’s small and black and his touch makes goosebumps run through me.

“I like your necklace.” I reach over and run my fingers over his logo, “Very nice.”

“Would be nicer on you.” Lando’s always like this. Drunk or not, he’s a flirt.

“Ya think?”

“I know.” He looks back up like it’s nothing, “Would be even nicer if it was the only thing you were wearing.” the words come out so quick and easy that I almost think I hallucinated them. Lando’s flirty, sure, but my boyfriend is almost always around so he doesn’t mess around too much.

Apparently drunk him does.

I practically choke, “Oh?”

His head turns to me again, his eyes roaming my features, “You're so pretty.” He says softly, “Like really reallyyyy gorgeously you.”

“I- thank you?”

“Everyone thinks it. All the guys who stare at you but they don’t get it. Not even your lover boy.” He shakes his head matter of factly, “No no no. I do. I hate those guys.”

“What guys?” I laugh.

“You do not have very good vision.” He smacks his lips together, “Everyone looks.”

I laugh, honestly thinking he’s joking, “They’re always looking at you- the famous one.”

He shakes his head again, adamant I'm wrong, “No no pretty. They don’t give a nothing about me.”

“I think you do pretty well.” I raise a brow, “You were basically followed by a group of girls down here.” I’m not sure where they went but they were fawning over Lando.

He shrugs, “Bachelorette party. It’s basically my job.” I laugh and he looks offended that I did, “I wish you followed me.”

Suddenly his words aren’t funny anymore.

“But your bloody boy…” He makes a disgusted face, I thought he didn’t mind him. “Bleh. You’re better.”

“I didn’t know you disliked him.”

“Why would I like the bloke who’s in love with the girl I'm in love with?” His casual tone strikes again, this time stabbing me through the heart. We’re friends. We’ve always been friends. I thought my own feelings had gone long before this trip- before my boyfriend!

I can’t fancy Lando and he cannot be in love with me.

“You’re so drunk.” I laugh it off but he just stares at me. He doesn’t seem to know that he just said he loves me.

“Drunk words are-”

“Sober thoughts.” I finish for him, His body shifting to lay on his stomach, an arm across my waist. “Yeah I know.”

“You always understand me.” He whispers and it breaks me in two. “Thank you.”

“Let’s get you back, Lan.”

[ugh-yoongi]

Jess' B-Day Hobi request:

Hobi x Reader - Amusement park date. Maybe cute and sexy, like reader feels bad for making him go on a particularly scary ride, so she blows him?

HAPPY BDAY JESS!! 🎉🎉🎉💜💜💜

this is so dfljlgdlkjgf. everyone please pray for hobi he really needs it.

swallow your pride

pairing: hoseok x reader genre: est. relationship au, pwp; smut warnings: this is mostly just porn, so — a handjob, oral sex (m. receiving which i'm sure you could've guessed), come swallowing, very slight overstimulation. use of pet names. i apologize for the extremely on-the-nose title but it had to be done. no pronouns used for reader. unedited. rating: explicit. minors do not interact. wordcount: 1k

You’ve barely crossed the threshold into your hotel room.

Perhaps naively, you’d thought it’d be fun. Thought you’d go on and laugh and grab on to one another and buy the mortifyingly ugly photo at the end. Add it to the stack of all the other mortifyingly ugly photos you’ve collected after years of dragging Hoseok on roller coasters he otherwise wouldn’t go within two-hundred feet of.

Clearly you’d thought wrong.

“I almost died—”

You sigh, pushing Hoseok far enough into the room to close the door. “It was Space Mountain, babe.”

He scoffs. Looks really affronted, offended that you think it so impossible that he could’ve died on Space Mountain. Which just isn’t true. He very well could’ve died—it was very dark and had a lot of sharp turns, not to mention he was a previously undiscovered shade of green by the time it was over.

Not to mention the photo.

Hoseok knew it’d be bad. Knew he hadn’t ridden a second of that roller coaster without the ugliest, most fear-stricken look on his face, and all he could do was try to cash in whatever good karma he had left that it wouldn’t be that bad.

And you—you’d waited for it to pop up on the monitor with the most wicked grin he’s ever seen you wear. So sinister it’d rapidly diminished any hope he’d managed to conjure up. Stuck out your credit card to buy it before he even had a chance to beg.

“That’s not—w-what are you doing?”

What you’re doing is planting both of your hands on his chest to push him onto the bed, rolling your lips to keep from laughing when his knees hit the edge and he tips backwards, overpriced Mickey ears falling off and bouncing to the floor.

What you’re doing is dropping to your knees in front of him, nudging his legs apart to kneel between them. Hoseok’s breath catches in his throat when you start to undo his belt, and it’s instinct, the way he sinks into the mattress, busies his hands in the sheets. Knows to keep them to himself.

What you’re doing is—“Blowing you,” you answer. “That alright?”

“Uh-huh,” comes his automatic response. “Yup. Per-perfectly fine.”

What you’re doing is unbuttoning his jeans and dragging the zipper down, sly smile on your face, tongue pressing into the fat of your cheek, as it strains over his erection. What you’re doing is pushing the denim down to his knees, ghosting your nails along the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, delighting in every small gasp that makes it past his lips.

There’s a way Hoseok likes to get sucked off, and it’s almost never like this. Hoseok has never shied away from his neuroticism, and that innate need of his to be in control bleeds into every aspect of his life, including here, so maybe you shouldn’t be, but you’re surprised at how pliant he is beneath you. How subdued. Surprised that his hands are still gripping the sheets and not the back of your head. Surprised that his hips are staying level to the mattress, that his mouth isn’t running a mile a minute.

“You’re being awfully behaved,” you note, eyebrow quirking in question.

He blinks, head lolling forward to ask, “You gonna try to dom me?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, darling,” you retort, taking his cock in your hand. He’s already so, so hard, flushed and leaking precum. “I’m simply assuaging my guilt.”

Hoseok snorts at that. “Because I almost died?”

You spit in your hand, stroking him once, twice. There’s something about the way he shudders in your grasp. Makes you feel powerful, has a quiet whimper of your own slipping through your parted lips. All of it just serves to rile him up even more, his hips rolling in time with your wrist.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” you say, unable to help yourself; unable to keep the awe out of your voice.

And Hoseok, the cheeky fucker, preens. Closes his eyes and smiles up at the ceiling, not a hint of shame to be found. “What are the od—fuck—odds of you apologizing with your m-mouth?”

You pretend to think it over. “Hmm.” Lean in closer, your breath ghosting along all that sensitive skin. “Pretty high, I’d say.”

There’s another tart comment on the tip of Hoseok’s tongue, practically visible in the stale air of this hotel room, but it dissolves into nothing but a guttural groan once your lips are finally wrapped around him. Tapers into staccato whimpers as your throat constricts and you swallow. He’s still rolling his hips, fucking into your mouth, squeezing his eyes shut and gripping the sheets tighter every time he hits the back of your throat.

Hoseok has never once denied himself of anything. This included.

Spit pools in the corners of your mouth, drips down your chin. Messy, just how he likes it, and there’s nothing more dizzying than Hoseok in the throes of pleasure. Nothing that drags you to the edge faster than watching him go mindless from the indulgence of it. Makes it nearly impossible to focus, but you want to unravel him all the way, want to be responsible for it, want to push him to the brink of overstimulation.

On you go.

It’s so much—your hollowed cheeks, the way you’re fisting at what doesn’t fit, the sounds both of you are making. Has his balls tightening, has him stuttering out your name in a pathetic little whine. Has him so disoriented that the first drop of cum hits your tongue before he can warn you.

“Fuck, fuck—baby I’m gonna, shit—”

He spills into your mouth with a cry, hands finally moving to the contours of your cheeks. And normally you’d take it easy on him, swallow and move up the bed to kiss him just as sloppy, sit on his face, but something about Hoseok in this moment has you feeling undone. Has you wanting to ruin him entirely.

So you keep going.

Hoseok’s eyes go wide. He panics, tries to pull you off, but you know him. Know he wouldn’t let you if he really didn’t want to, just needs a minute to push past the discomfort. You also know you’ll be paying for this later, after he’s come back down to earth, but you’re finding it hard to care.

After all, he almost died. You’ve got a lot to apologize for.

[circeyoru]

In love with the idea of Bambi being a total sweetheart to reader, nuisance to residents of the hotel, and a nightmare for Al.

Like I can just see Al thinking he 'won' against Bambi, only to later go into his radio tower and it be a mess.

The settings and dials are all off, multiple things are unplugged or the cord is just chewed through, and blood or little bodies everywhere.

I'm also cracking up over reader mentioning cats supposedly leave bodies for people they care about to make sure they eat. Al getting offended the cat thinks he's incompetent, and Bambi upset you think he likes Al at ALL.

Go to MASTERLIST for the works. This ask is for {Unwanted Souls}.

For those that have no idea who Bambi is, that's what I named the Cursed Cat Alastor after an ask's subtle suggestion so we don't mix him with Alastor.

Yup, I see a lot of playful but violent banters between the two when it comes to getting your attention and affection. It turned into a bit of a competition later on even though Alastor as more than enough of your feelings. Hello? You confessed already! Never enough, for him. If he can have more, he'll have more

Reader/you know about Bambi's attitude to others when you weren't around, you're not stupid to ignore the apparent favouritism. It was just funny so you didn't do much.

Interestingly, you never see the dead body or body parts that Bambi left for you. It's because you made it very clear that nothing was to dirty your room, to the point that Alastor's (raw) meals and hunting ground weren't designed like he had before you lived with him in the hotel. Bambi's smart to pick up on that since it wouldn't dare make you angry.

So where do the body parts and bodies go? The hotel kitchen, especially when Alastor's there preparing your meals or snacks or desserts.

I imagine everyone staring wide-eyed and clearing the path when Bambi came back dragging a demon body by the neck (that was definitely way bigger than its size) through the doors. Niffty quickly cleaned the trail of blood. Their eyes followed Bambi to the kitchen where Alastor soon emitted annoyed and offended radio static.

"I am perfectly capable of attaining ingredients for My Beloved without your help!"

"Meow!!!"

"And I am not sharing credits with you!"

"Meow!!!!!!"

"Alastor, when's food ready?" You peeked into the kitchen

Alastor beamed, "A moment, My Darling!"

"Oh, Bambi's here. That his meal?"

"Why yes, it was decent enough to hunt for itself I suppose."

"Meow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Another day in the Hazbin Hotel. Charlie and the others are still amazed that you can handle Alastor, but now they're even more shocked to see you handle this cursed cat version of Alastor as well.

[asdfghjklmals]

SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY✩༶‧˚

GENRE + T/W: sfw, fluff. WORD COUNT: 3.8k words. TAGS: satoru gojo x fem!oc. lovesick!gojo, lovesick!oc. hardcore mutual pining.

SYNOPSIS: oc gojo girlfriend and satoru are assigned an overnight mission together, but what happens when there's only one bed? AUTHOR'S NOTE: this fic takes place one week after love at first fight, so be sure to read it to know what happened last week 😊 and yes, satoru is the enemy in this title. the one tricky thing about writing student!satoru and oc gojo girlfriend is doing the research of what was used back in 2006-2007. like earphones and an mp3 player?! REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions instead, please do!

“hey (y/n)! yaga-sensei is looking for you.” suguru greeted you as he passed by you in the hallway of tokyo jujutsu high. you had just got out of the community showers after a very tiring close combat training session with mei mei.

you tossed your towel behind your shoulder, “he is? why?”

it's never a good thing when yaga-sensei is looking for anyone—that meant that you were in trouble or you had a mission. you haven't been assigned any missions yet, and you already got in trouble the other day for hemming your uniform skirt too short.

“he said to meet him in the classroom,” suguru said with an amusing smile, “i think you’re going to go on your first mission.”

“what?! really?!” you were so excited. you had been at jujutsu high for over a month now. yaga-sensei didn’t want to send you on any missions until you brushed up on your close combat. he knew that you could defend and attack in long ranges due to your cursed technique, but he didn’t want you to risk getting injured because you couldn’t fight at a close range yet—so you worked extra hard to get better at close combat.

“yup! i think you’ll have a great first mission.” suguru confidently said knowing damn well that your first mission would be with the one and only—satoru gojo.

you entered the first years' classroom, sliding the door shut behind you.

"hi (y/n), glad you could make it." yaga-sensei started, "i'm sending you on your first mission tomorrow."

"okay, that's great, but what's he doing here?" you pointed at the white haired sorcerer.

yaga-sensei cleared his throat, "he'll be your partner for your upcoming mission. satoru has kindly offered to join."

"hey." satoru waved, greeting you with a smug smile.

you started to feel your cheeks burn in mortification, "can i go with suguru instead?"

satoru was offended and wanted to know why you didn't want to go on a mission with him. he wanted to spend time with you, so how could you ask for suguru instead? the girl he was chasing wanted his bestfriend out of all people? he folded his arms in dissatisfaction, "suguru is busy. what's wrong wi—"

your sensei saved you by interrupting, "i'll brief the you two tomorrow before you leave on your mission. make sure to be ready by 5pm."

later that night: (y/n)'s dorm room

you and shoko were painting your nails in your dorm room as you updated her on what had happened earlier today.

"sensei's sending you on your very first mission with gojo?" shoko giggled, painting dark green nail polish on her fingernails.

you frowned, "i mean... it's not a bad thing, since satoru's really strong and all. but out of all people—why does it have to be him?"

"probably because there is a whopping total of 6 students here at jujutsu high. that gives you a high probability of going on a mission with gojo at least once in your life."

"we haven't really talked since last week." you sighed.

"you two haven't actually had any alone time since that day he took you shopping for your birthday." shoko realized, "—and then the idiot got in trouble for sneaking out of your dorm room that morning..."

"yeah, let's not talk about that," you blushed at the memory, overflowing your nails with baby blue nail polish on accident. (read 'love at first fight' here)

shoko reassured you, "you'll be fine! it's gojo after all—the mission should be a piece of cake and you'll be back in no time."

the next day: mission briefing

"the city of chiba has requested that we exorcise any curses that are in the area of a new department store that they are in the process of building." yaga-sensei started, "they requested one sorcerer grade 1 or higher as it's a time crunch for them and they’re willing to pay the premium. this is easily a grade 3 or 4 mission, so i figured this would be a great first time mission for you to shadow, (y/n)."

"and you get the best person to shadow." satoru bragged knowing it was him you were shadowing.

you rolled your eyes at him, adverting your attention back to your sensei, "i'm guessing this a one-day mission and we leave tomorrow?"

yaga-sensei cleared his throat, "actually, it's overnight. jujutsu high has a reservation at the daiwa roynet hotel across the street from the department store lot. you two will be leaving tonight, spending the night in chiba to get an early start on your mission and then coming back in the evening. i expect a full report the morning after you come back."

overnight?

you and satoru had to share a hotel room overnight?

you peered over at satoru. he was tipped back in his chair, balancing on the back two legs, his arms folded behind his head. he looked very content with this mission. your heart felt like it was going to jump out of your chest and roll out the door.

satoru turned to look at you, "ready to go, (y/n)? you got your big girl pants on for your first mission?"

you shot an ice shard at him, hitting his infinity as he hehehe'd in his seat. yaga-sensei massaged his temples watching his two special grade students go at it.

‘are these two ever going to finally admit they like each other?’ the sensei asked himself.

"are we leaving or not?" you barked at satoru, holding out your arm for him to link his through so you could teleport with him.

satoru winked at his sensei and gave him two finger guns before taking your arm to loop over his, "see you later, sensei."

satoru clasped his hands and just like that—you were in shibuya station.

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"you have to work on your long distance transportation so we don't have to take the subway, satoru." you bullied your partner.

"i told you last week that i was working on it." satoru rolled his pretty blue eyes at you. "—i'm able to teleport further and further now."

"so how long until we get to chiba?" you asked satoru.

"it's about an hour by subway."

you and satoru were sitting side by side in the subway car. you could hear the rubber wheels rolling against the tracks, the voices of people talking, and the sounds from a teenager's video game sitting across from you. as you leaned over to dig in your bag for your earphones, your hand accidentally brushed satoru's.

you murmured an apology, "sorry..."

satoru raised his eyebrow, leaning into you and whispering in your ear. "if you want to hold my hand, all you have to do is ask."

"i don't want to hold your hand, satoru." you lied.

you looked over at satoru's hand that rested on his left thigh. his fingers were slender, nails and cuticles trimmed neatly. they looked soft. you wished that you had the courage to hold his hand.

he grinned, shaking his head in disbelief. he loved your feistiness. he could never get you to flirt back with him to save his life, but he lived for your retorts.

you went back to untangling your earphones so that you could listen to your mp3 player. after a moment, you turned to him, holding out the other half of your earphones, "wanna listen?"

"before i take this, what kind of music do you listen to?" satoru jabbed at you, "you seem like you'd only listen to pretty boy idols."

you rolled your eyes at him, "i actually have a wide taste in music. right now i'm listening to american 80's. they're my dad's favorite songs."

you smiled at the memory of touya handing you a cd from your father’s large collection of music. he told you that your father was a huge 80's fan before his passing. you spent a majority of your childhood listening to your father’s collection growing up.

satoru took the earphone from you and stuck it in his ear. his stared off into the corner of the subway car.

"so what's this song called?" he asked you, genuinely curious. he wanted to get to know you more, so this was his way of trying.

"it's called 'nothing's gonna change my love for you' by george benson." you beamed, "the love songs were so great in the 80's."

"it's nice."

"you haven't even listened to the whole song yet." you giggled, "do you even know what it's about?"

satoru laughed, "obviously nothing getting in the way of this guy's love for his girl."

"ooh! let me show you another one of my favorites." you said excitedly, "it's called 'nothing compares 2 u' by prince! he wrote it in the 80's but sinead o'connor released it in the 90's..." you continued to ramble.

satoru heart melted at the way your face lit up while you showed him some of your favorite old school songs. he had no idea what the hell you were talking about, but your bright and animated smile drew him in. he couldn't not listen to you talk about your favorite things in the world. he wanted to know every little thing about you. he wanted to always be by your side so that you could tell him about anything that made you happy.

later that night: checking into the hotel

after the hour long subway ride, you and satoru walked to the daiwa roynet hotel so you could check-in for the night.

satoru held your backpack for you as you walked up to the front desk. the front desk employee greeted you. "hi! welcome to the daiwa roynet hotel. how can i help you?"

"hi! we have a reservation under (y/n) (l/n) or satoru gojo. jujutsu high school should've made the reservation."

the employee smiled and nodded as they looked up the reservation. they started to furrow their eyebrows. it looked like something was wrong.

"i'm sorry, miss. we tried to contact you about your hotel room reservation, but we couldn't reach anyone."

"what's wrong with the reservation?" you asked, confused.

"it was originally booked for two queen beds, but we only have rooms with one standard queen bed at the moment."

"that can't be right..." you panicked, "what phone number did you call?"

you looked at your phone to see if you got a missed call. no missed calls were in your log.

“satoru, did you get a phone call by any chance?" you called out to him. satoru walked up to the front desk to join you. he looked at his phone as well, seeing no missed calls either.

"we called this number," the hotel employee recited a number that wasn't yours or satoru's.

"it's yaga-sensei's phone number." satoru said as he recognized the number.

the hotel employee apologized, "i'm sorry. will one bed do? we can refund you the cost of the two beds. or we can give you two separate rooms."

"ummm—" you bit your lip in hesitation. you weren't sure what to say. even though you and satoru shared your bed last week, would it be okay for you two to do this again? should you get an separate room instead and ask for reimbursement from jujutsu high later?

"that's fine. we'll just take the single bed. no need to make a huge fuss out of it." satoru replied back to the hotel employee with a wink. the employee handed him the room key and bowed to the both of you, appreciating your understanding.

as satoru led the way to the hotel room, your face started to fill with worry. were you really supposed to share a bed with satoru tonight? you were already so embarrassed about what happened last week in your dorm room. how could this happen?

satoru stopped in front of the room, unlocking the door with the room key and opening the door to enter. there was the dreaded single queen sized bed, an arm chair in the corner, and a tv sitting on top of the large dresser. not only did you have to share a bed with satoru, you had to share a bathroom too?

'could this mission get any worse?' you thought to yourself.

"you can take the bed. i'll sleep in the arm chair." satoru said nonchalantly.

"are you sure? i can sleep in the chair. i'm smaller than you." you said. by a whole foot, to be exact.

satoru feigned chivalry, "my grams would kill me if i did such an un-gentlemanly thing."

"i'll have to thank your grandma one day." you said with a giggle. "you take the shower first then."

"don't gotta tell me twice." satoru sang. he loved hot showers. he would always fight for who would get to shower first back at the dorms. satoru set down both of your backpacks and dug for his clothes and toiletries.

*****************************

you sat in the arm chair that satoru was going to be sleeping on. it was uncomfortable and barely had any cushion. was he really going to sleep on this? you felt guiltier and guiltier the more you sat in this chair. you ordered extra pillows and blankets from room service in hopes that it would help provide some comfort for him tonight.

you spent time reading over the mission details, twirling your long black hair between your fingers. you heard the bathroom door open, steam flowing out of the bathroom. satoru stepped out, tousling his damp hair. he was wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt.

"your turn." he motioned for you to hit the shower.

you teased him, "i hope you didn't take all the hot water."

"i saved some for you, princess." he shot back with a grin.

you quickly grabbed your clothes and toiletries, closing the door behind you. back at the school, the community showers were separated by women and men. sitting outside this bathroom door was satoru gojo, and that made your heart race.

while you showered, you wondered what satoru was thinking about right now. you thought about the subway ride and how he listened to your father’s favorite songs with you. you thought about how you actually wanted to hold his hand, even though you lied and told him no. and lastly, you thought about your feelings for satoru... they were growing day by day. did he feel the same way about you?

after your shower, you blew dry your hair (it always took a long time since it was so long), did your skincare routine, and brushed your teeth. you changed into a baggy long sleeve shirt and pajama shorts. you flipped off the bathroom light, finding satoru curled up in the arm chair with the extra pillows and blankets you ordered for him. he was trying his best to sleep in the unbearably cramped chair that was clearly not made for men over six feet tall.

"goodnight, satoru." you said, climbing into the bed. you frowned while looking at him. your heart shattered at the poor sight.

"night, (y/n)." he replied, eyes closed, brows furrowed. he was clearly miserable.

*****************************

you tossed and turned for the last hour. you couldn't sleep. you watched satoru sleep in the arm chair—or tried to sleep in the arm chair. he had adjusted his freakishly tall body so that he could lay upright. he said he wanted to be a gentleman and let you sleep on the bed, but you still felt guilt-ridden.

“satoru.” you whispered his name. no answer came from him. you tried calling his name again, a little louder this time, “satoru gojo.”

he opened one eye, squinting at you with his arms folded against his chest. “what do you want, (y/n)? i'm trying to sleep.” he asked you, voice groggy and laced with a hint of annoyance.

kissing the back of your teeth, you got out of the bed and stomped over to him, grabbing his hand and pulling him off the chair towards you and the damn hotel bed. satoru raised his eyebrows.

“i like women who take the lead.” he joked while rubbing the sleepiness away from his face.

you shot him a glare, “shut up—i just feel bad that you’re sleeping on the chair when this bed can clearly fit two people…” you trailed off awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with him. you felt your cheeks turning cherry red, thankful that it was dark so that satoru couldn’t see your blushing face.

satoru smiled at you, his hand scratching the back of his undercut. you were still holding his hand—and honestly? he hoped that you wouldn't let go.

“just keep your hands to yourself this time.” you muttered as you quickly let go of his hand, still embarrassed from the events of last week. deep down, you secretly hoped he wouldn't listen to you.

he gave you his signature shit eating grin and saluted you, “yes ma’am.”

the next morning

your alarm rang at 7am. you and satoru had to be at the department store lot by 9am. 2 hours would give you enough time to get ready and grab breakfast downstairs.

you yawned as you turned into a bare, broad chest. your head resting on a strong right bicep. your eyes widened, your hand came up to cover your mouth. '

damn it, not again!', you cursed yourself.

"glad we were able to do this again." satoru greeted you in reference from his statement last week, his eyes still closed. he felt you wake up when you turned into his chest just moments ago.

"ugh, satoru gojo! what did i say about keeping your hands to yourself?!" you hissed at him.

"i kept my hands to myself. you're the one who cuddled up right next to me and then attempted to use my arm as a pillow. as a gentleman, i couldn’t not let you use my arm as a pillow." he sat up, dramatically rotating his arm from having its' circulation cut off. "ugh, i have dead arm now from your big head."

"hey, i don't have a big head!" you threw your pillow at him, only for it to hit his infinity.

satoru's frosty white bedhead caught your attention. it was so unfair how statuesque he looked in the mornings. you felt like you looked like a troll doll compared to him.

"do you always have to take off your shirt in the middle of the night? or do you only do this when you get a chance to sleep next to me?" you questioned him with a strong but sleepy glare from your emerald green eyes.

satoru slyly admitted, "it gets hot at night. especially when you're cuddling."

"i never asked you to cuddle me, so you didn't have to take off your shirt." you retorted.

"well, i don’t think i can ever sleep alone anymore. having a personal heater is nice, especially during the cold winter months.” satoru sarcastically teased. sleeping next to you was something he could definitely get used to, even if it wasn't cold.

you folded your arms and looked away from him, “well, you’re going to have to get used to sleeping alone again when we get back to jujutsu high. you’re not my boyfriend so you can't just sleep next to me whenever you want.”

satoru leaned in towards you, grabbing your arm. he asked in a lower tone, sending shivers down your spine, “can i be your boyfriend then?”

“no.” you quickly answered before flicking his forehead.

satoru winced and palmed his forehead, chuckling as he watched you get out of bed to dash to the bathroom in embarrassment.

EXTRA:

you were in your dorm room writing your post-mission report for yaga-sensei that was due in the morning, your pencil scribbling and scrabbling as you watched the snow fall outside your window. you were unknowingly tracing hearts on your paper.

you thought about how satoru always made you feel so shy ever since you came to jujutsu high. as a matter of fact, your heart never failed to race around him. you couldn’t tell if he liked you or not—or if he just flirted with every girl like that. you could feel your heart opening up to the white haired sorcerer with each passing moment you spent with him. this last mission didn't help either as you spent a close proximity with him at all times.

love. something you never thought you’d find here at jujutsu high, especially with satoru gojo. was love really possible between you and him? no way. satoru was... well—he was the satoru gojo. why would he want to be with someone like you? a sorcerer who couldn't even control her own powers, someone who could barely fight in close combat, someone so weak... you beat yourself up over your flaws, not knowing that somebody else might love you despite them.

you heard four knocks on your door. it was well past curfew, who would be knocking at your door this late? maybe shoko needed to borrow your pre-calculus notes? knowing her, she was usually up late studying.

you got up from your desk and tightened your robe. you opened your dorm room door to find satoru gojo standing in front of you—speak of the handsome devil.

“w-what are you doing here? it's past c-curfew.” you stammered, feeling a flush fill your cheeks. you didn't want satoru to know you were just thinking of him. he would never let you live it down.

he gave you a sheepish look, scratching the back of his head like he always did when he was nervous. “can i spend the night?”

you stared at him for a moment. was satoru gojo really asking to spend another night with you? he gave you his signature grin in hopes that you’d let him into your room—and maybe into your heart one day.

you rolled your pretty green eyes and sighed, “fine... only because it's cold tonight.”

you opened the door for him to enter your room. satoru snuck by you and quickly jumped onto your very comfortable king sized bed, getting under the covers before you changed your mind and kicked him out.

“—and keep your hands to yourself.” you reminded him again as you walked towards him.

“no promises, sweetheart.” he cheekily retorted as he laced his fingers with yours to pull you into your own bed. you plopped down next to him.

“want an arm pillow?” he asked softly. looking over to see your pretty face that he couldn’t stop thinking about. he’d gladly wake up with dead arm in the morning if that’s what it took to sleep next to you every night.

you shyly replied, “yes, please.”

satoru gave you his right arm as you snuggled up next to him, laying your head on his bicep. he curled his arm against your back and pressed you against his side. you could hear his heart beating rapidly. was it possible that he could hear yours too?

“(y/n)?” he called out your name, interrupting your sweet thoughts.

“yes, satoru?”

“do you like suguru more than me?”

you groaned, “god—satoru, go to sleep.”

he squeezed you tightly in hopes of hearing what he wanted you to say, “answer the question.”

“yes, i totally like suguru more than you.” you lied as you sighed in disbelief, “satoru, you’re literally sleeping right next to me for a third time since we met over a month ago. make it make sense, please.”

you could sense that satoru had his signature shit eating grin on his face. “alright, (y/n). just making sure.”

and in that moment, you thought that maybe love was possible with satoru gojo.

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[accio-sriracha]

"Will you read to me?"

A Wolfstar oneshot using 5 randomly generated words as prompts: Vehicle, Adoption, Ideology, Light, and Harp.

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Remus sat on the sofa in the common room, content with the book in his hands and his tea sitting in front of him.

The boys were at quidditch practice, so he knew he would have a while to unwind and relax before-

"Honey! I'm home!" James' voice called as the portrait door swung open.

Remus sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose,

"You ended practice early?" He asked, his attempt at lightheartedness failing miserably.

"Yup! More time to spend with you, Moony dearest." Sirius climbed through after him, plopping down on the sofa beside Remus.

"Hello, Moony." Peter smiled as the portrait closed behind them, "Whatcha reading?"

Remus placed his bookmark back within the pages, "I was reading Veronica Goth."

"Isn't that the Difference series?" James asked, sitting cross-legged on the ground in front of him and peering over his lap at the book.

"That would be the one, yes." Remus tried not to let his irritation show.

Sirius noticed, always overly perceptive,

"Hey guys? Can I talk to Moons alone for a second?" He asked.

James shrugged, standing up and slinging his arm around Peter's shoulders,

"Sure thing, Pete and I have an exploding snaps rematch due any minute now." He smirked, dragging Peter up the stairs.

The silence that followed made Remus let out a quiet breath of relief.

"Was it the noise or just our presence?" Sirius asked after a long moment, he didn't look offended, only concerned.

Remus leaned his head back against the sofa, "Am I a terrible person if I say both?"

Sirius shook his head, "You have way too much to stress about in your life, you deserve a break to relax every now and then. You know we won't hold it against you."

"I do love you guys, I swear-" He started, the familiar guilt already weighing him down. Sirius placed a hand on his arm, stopping him,

"Remus, don't. We love you too, and we know how much you care about us. This isn't about that, it's about you getting rest."

His voice was stern, his gaze could have rivaled even McGonagall's.

"I'm sorry, I know." Remus whispered, "Thank you."

Sirius nodded and pulled his hand away, "Anytime, Moony. Really, I mean it."

Remus took a sip of his tea, which was starting to get cold. Sirius didn't have to ask, casting a warmth charm over it as Remus set it back down on the table.

"How do you always know what I'm thinking?" Remus asked, "It's like you can read my mind."

"You have very expressive eyes." Sirius answered, shrugging, "So I guess, in a way, I kind of can."

Remus smiled at him, nudging their shoulders together, "Thank you." He said again.

Sirius gestured towards the book,

"What part are you on?" He asked. Remus looked down,

"They're taking the vehicles back to Chicago." He replied, opening the book and turning it for him to see.

"Is a broomstick technically a vehicle?" Sirius asked, frowning in thought.

Remus gave a surprised laugh, "Um... well, yes. Any method of transportation is. But that only applies to our kind of broomsticks."

"So... with magic, isn't everything a vehicle?" Sirius asked, cocking his head to the side.

Remus always found it amusing when he looked like this, he truly was his animagious in every form.

"It would only be considered such after it as been given the ability to transport something, but yeah." Remus nodded, "I suppose you could say the same for adding wheels to things."

Sirius nodded, satisfied, "Will you read to me?" He asked quietly.

This surprised Remus, Sirius had never asked him that before. He nodded anyways, relaxing into the couch again and watching Sirius curl up into a ball, staring at him expectantly.

He read the first few paragraphs, glancing every other sentence at Sirius to see if he was still listening. He was.

After he'd gotten through two pages, he had to admit he was decently impressed.

"You never sit through lessons like this." Remus commented. Sirius shrugged,

"I like the way you talk." He yawned, stretching his arms over his head, "It's very relaxing."

Sirius' slow blinks and unguarded expression seemed out of place on him, he was usually so tense and ready for action.

Remus found he liked him like this, it was... sweet.

"Did you want me to continue reading?" Remus asked. Sirius nodded, adjusting himself so he leaned against Remus' shoulder, reading the page along with him,

"Yes, please." He mumbled sleepily.

Remus continued, no longer pausing to check if Sirius was paying attention.

After he'd gotten through the next few pages he was positive Sirius had fallen asleep. But then he spoke,

"Do you ever think about adoption?" He whispered. Remus looked down at him,

"Adoption?" He repeated.

Sirius nodded, "Yeah, I think it would be nice to adopt a kid."

"Why don't you want to have one yourself?" Remus asked, keeping his voice gentle so he wouldn't disturb this peace.

Sirius hummed and nuzzled closer to him, pressing his face to Remus' chest.

Remus didn't dare to breath, he waited without moving as Sirius' muffled reply came,

"I want to give someone another chance. I want to give them a better life."

Remus nodded. Carefully, slowly, he placed a hand on Sirius' back.

Sirius didn't shake him off, he only turned and wiggled closer until his head was resting in Remus' lap, curled up on his side.

Hesitantly, Remus ran a hand through Sirius' hair. He knew he shouldn't have, Sirius never let anyone touch his hair, but something in his mind told him it was the right thing to do.

And it was, Sirius let out a content sigh and closed his eyes again.

"It might be something to consider." Remus whispered, referring to their conversation. He gently combed through Sirius' hair with his fingers, amazed by how soft it was, even after they'd just gotten back from practice.

"Yeah, I mean-" He paused to yawn again, "What's the harm in it, right?"

Remus chuckled, "Well I think that phrase may have been spoiled for us now. There's usually some damage that follows it."

Sirius sighed, "Maybe. But a little more risk won't kill anyone."

Remus smiled, watching the way his expression softened and how his shoulders relaxed entirely,

"It's that kind of ideology that got us stuck in those problems in the first place." He reminded him, "But in this scenerio..."

He thought about a young child who'd been brought into the world and abandoned one way or another. He thought about giving that child a home, a new life as Sirius had put it.

"I think it's worth a little risk." He agreed.

And something about this, something about the way Sirius trusted him completely, let him touch where no would else was allowed, let him watch over him and dropped his guard when he never had before.

It made Remus feel something strange.

Sirius was... well, he was beautiful. There was never any question to that.

The way the light draped across him from the fireplace was an art of itself. Remus was- and he never thought he would describe himself as such- totally enamored.

"I think its worth it." Sirius mumbled, "I want to play songs for them and read them stories."

"You'll sing for them?" Remus asked, smiling fondly down at Sirius. He nodded,

"Yeah. When I was young my mother made me take piano lessons, and sometimes I would be taught to play the harp. So I think it would be nice if I could play for my kid someday."

"That's really nice, Sirius." Remus continued petting his hair. Eventually, Sirius turned again so he stared up at him, long black strands laid in a halo around his head,

"Can you keep reading to me?" Sirius asked quietly. Remus nodded,

"Yeah, of course." He picked up the book again, keeping his voice as soft as he could manage and starting where he left off.

Sirius fell asleep to the sound of Remus' voice and the feeling of his fingers in his hair.

Remus kept reading even after he'd fallen asleep. He was just so happy and content he didn't want it all to end.

When James and Peter came down to check on them some time later they walked out to this scene, to Remus' eyes filled with newfound love and adoration. To Sirius' smile in his sleep as he curled up in Remus' lap. The fireplace had long since died out, leaving the gentle cadence of Remus' voice to be the only sound in the room.

James and Peter took the hint, sneaking quietly back up the stairs to give them privacy, happy their friends had finally found each other.

Because they deserved it. They deserved the peace and lifetime of love they knew this relationship would bring.

On their way up the stairs, quick enough that you would miss it in a blink, James and Peter's hands exchanged a few sickles.

And never again did Sirius fall asleep to anything but the sound of Remus' voice, or the feeling of his hands combing through his hair. And that was perfectly fine by him.

[lokisprettygirl]

Close Ties (Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Modern AU) (Non canon) (18+)

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Chapter 9

Summary : Trip to Japan with Uncle Daemon doesn't go as planned but that could be a blessing in disguise.

Warning: 18+, dad's best friend trope, canon (we don't know her..don't like don't read), feeling of hopelessness, slight uncle kink if you squint, familial uncle niece sort of relationship but he's not really her uncle, there will be more smut later, significant age gap but reader is in her mid twenties, mention of infidelity, divorce, smoking and alcohol drinking, physical violence implied

You were in your room at your parent's house packing for your trip to Japan, sure you had a place of your own but since you frequented here often you made sure to keep the majority of your belongings here as well, besides you had your flight with Daemon in three hours and didn't have much time to spare.

“Lingerie ..yup ..keep the lingeries..he may not touch you yet but he sure can look”

Daemon had told you to go see him in his room before heading downstairs. Was he going to kiss you? You had no idea, he was such a tease and very unpredictable.

You were excited to go see him when out of nowhere Cassandra came rushing into your room..

“Babee auntie just told me you're leaving for Japan”

You heard her voice so you gave her a fake smile, like a coward you still had not confronted her, but it's been two weeks since you had seen her last so that was good progress right?

“Yeah it's a work thingy with ummm Uncle Daemon” you told her so she smiled,

“Mmm how's your Uncle daemon doing anyway?” you gulped as she questioned you, if she knew what was going on with you and him she'd lose her mind completely. It was weird because she probably would have been the first person you would have gone to if things were normal between you two or if she hadn't slept with Daemon or gone on secret vacations with your ex..

“He's alright..” you mumbled so she sighed.

“How long is this trip for?”

“4-5 days?” You told her so she looked at you with a full smile.

“Good I'll have to pack accordingly” she jumped up and down as if it was a pleasant surprise for you that she wanted to join you.

“What do you mean?” You asked her as you crossed your arms in nervousness,

“Aren't you excited..we are going to have so much fun babe..i have never been to Japan” she giggled but it didn't amuse you at all.

“Cass I'm not going there for fun, it's a work trip and I'm pretty sure I'll have to be with Daemon to all the meetings, that's the whole point of this trip” her smile faltered as you said that,

“Did you just call him Daemon?” She asked you as she crossed her arms like a petulant child so you sighed again.

“Sir..Daemon.. whatever..he's my boss as well now Cass and things have been weird since you two had that fling ..I don't want weirdness on this trip..i need to focus on work”

And on your relationship with him. You needed privacy.

“Wow are you really not taking me with you now that you have a big girl's job? God you have changed” She said to you, she seemed genuinely upset and offended.

As she turned around to storm out of your room you called her once or twice but you didn't make much effort, a part of you did feel guilty but you shoved it aside. You really thought she'd just leave but she went downstairs instead and it must have been your misfortune that your father was home for once. After a few minutes your dad called you and told you that you didn't have to worry about the trip, her ticket was taken care of and that you could take Cassandra with you, and he would make sure all of you have a good time there and not just drown yourselves in work.

Gee thanks dad. Daemon was going to be pissed for sure.

When you didn't go see him like he had told you, Daemon went to your room first but it was all empty so he went downstairs and he saw Cassandra giving him a sly smile, there was luggage right next to her.

He glared at you and you were avoiding his gaze, probably due to embarrassment.

“Mate forget about the past and you both should move on, we are like family and that's how it should be..take this trip as an opportunity to resolve your differences” your dad said to him as he pointed towards Cassandra, she was exceptionally giddy ofcourse, she got her way like always.

Jackson was going to drive the three of you to the airport, there was an awkward silence in the car, you could see him looking at you through the rear view mirror and then you heard your phone ping,

He didn't respond to you after that, he wasn't even looking at you or talking to you, he was upset and rightly so.

As you all took your seats in the plane she swapped her seat with you because she wanted to “apologize to daemon and make things normal” but you knew it was just another excuse to stay close to him.

She wasn't even acknowledging that she had gone against your wishes and joined this trip despite your clear resistance.

You had to sit on the right side of the business class row while they were on the left, it was going to be a very long, very lonely and very tense flight for you..you wanted to spend these 12 hours just talking to him but that won't happen now.

After a few hours as Cassandra went to the bathroom you quickly got up from your seat and sat down next to him. He had his airpods in, his sunglasses down, and he appeared to be lost in thought. You gently tapped him on the shoulder and he looked up, visibly annoyed at first, thinking it was Cassandra who had woken him up. As he spotted you, his expression softened, but he still seemed unhappy about the whole situation.

“I know you're cross with me.. extremely cross”

He sighed as you said that,

“I told you to confront her, i have said it a million times in the past month” his voice was firm and strict like a school teacher,

“I know i should have –”

“Yeah you should have..she wouldn't be here right now if you had done so”

Your eyes teared up as he said that, you didn't like making him upset.

“I'm sorry..it's just not easy..we have been friends for years” you mumbled meekly and he was about to turn to you to comfort you but Cassandra returned so you quickly got up and went back to your seat.

His anger was misdirected he knew, he was pissed at Cassandra but as he didn't want to pay any attention to her he didn't even let his anger out on her because it didn't really matter to her what sort of attention she was receiving..

He knew he had to comfort you soon because he understood your plight. He stayed in a broken relationship for more than a decade, he understood how hard it was to let go of things you wanted to keep forever. You had always struggled to make genuine friends, so you had put a lot of effort into building a relationship with Cassandra but he could tell what kind of a person she was. She just wanted to use you.

He also wanted to discuss the work presentation with you so he asked Cassandra to swap seats with you which she did after rolling her eyes and whining for a minute.

“Daemon–” he interrupted you as you took his name because he could feel Cassandra's eyes on you and she was eavesdropping as well.

“Let's just focus on work alright…it's a work trip” he said to you so you swallowed the rest of your words, this wasn't going well, your relationship had just started like last night and this wasn't supposed to happen this way.

However as you helped him with the presentation you felt the tension melting slightly, he seemed in a better mood as he was smiling often and he was trying to cheer you up as well.

“Are you guys done ..like ..this seat is a bit uncomfortable not gonna lie” Cassandra threw her words in the air so Daemon glared at her,

“Then jump off the bloody plane” your eyes widened as he said that to her and she just scoffed in response. Now that had managed to bring a huge smile to your face.

As you all finally reached Tokyo and made your way to your respective rooms you couldn't help but stress about Cassandra, when you were at dinner together there was a pin drop silence between you three and it was the weirdest and most uncomfortable situation.

When you returned to your room you quickly showered and changed into a night dress. As you heard your phone vibrate at first you thought it must be Daemon but it was Cassandra instead. She wanted you to go visit a local nightclub with her that she had read rave reviews about. Did she realize that you were there for work and had a meeting in the morning?

You didn't respond but texted Daemon instead because you wanted to see him and clear the tension between you both however you didn't receive a response for a good fifteen minutes and you couldn't wait even a second longer so you put on a robe and stepped out of your room.

All three of you had rooms right next to each so you had to pass by Cassandra's room to reach Daemon's.

You knocked on his door and he opened soon after, he still had the laptop on his arm and he was on a call so he stepped aside and gestured for you to get in. You sat down on his bed so he smiled as he looked at you even though he was still deeply engrossed in that call.

“Hai! Yoroshiku onegaishimasu Mr Hayashi…Oyasumi” you crossed your arms as he spoke something in Japanese, as he hung up he took the airpods out and walked towards his desk to put his laptop down.

“You speak Japanese?” You asked him so he chuckled.

“Of Course not..i Googled it right before the call”

You smiled as he said that and reached closer to you.

“I texted you and you ignored me” he smiled and leaned down to kiss your forehead, sure he was upset with Cassandra's lack of boundaries and manners but he wasn't going to ruin this trip or hurt you because of that.

“I was working sweetheart”

“Mmm you're upset i know”

“I'm not upset ..i worry”

“She won't trouble you, you just have to ignore her” he sighed as you said that and sat down next to you.

“It's not me that I worry about”

“I tried to make her not come with us, i really did” your eyes teared up so he pulled you closer to him and hugged you, he hadn't done that since he had seen you last in his cabin which to be Frank was barely 24 hours ago.

“I know but did you try to confront her about the doubts you had regarding Dylan?”

“No” you shook your head and he placed his forehead down on yours,

“You know you need to do that, she's not a good friend you must know that now don't you?” he asked you softly and you nodded in response, you knew everything but you had a hard time accepting it..

“It's just..I don't have many friends..I have lost friends before but at least i knew that they just wanted to get close to me because of my dad..with Cassandra I just..what does she want?” your voice was laced with a mix of sadness and frustration as you spoke.

“Same thing but even worse i fear, first of all she's so annoying I don't know how you tolerate her”

“Well the same way you were able to tolerate her while you were fucking her”

There was a silence before you felt his fingers clutching around your hair and he pulled on it slightly. You had trouble breathing as soon as he kissed the corner of your mouth and trailed his lips down your chin,

“What have I said about swearing?”

“Mmm that i should do it more often?” he smiled as you said that.

Lord he found you absolutely adorable when you got all sassy with him.

“Your mouth is going to bring you trouble sweetheart, I'm asking again so this time think carefully before you speak”

Oh god. A part of you really wanted to defy him again just to see what he'd do to you but then your need to be his good girl weighted heavier.

“Mm that it doesn't suit me?”

“Mmm that being said, i fucked her because I was a lonely single man and she was available and quite eager to throw herself at me, her personality isn't what attracted me to her, but you can't say the same now can you?”

He caressed your scalp before he kissed your cheek, he could tell you were thinking about what he had said.

“She wasn't always like this..or maybe I just ..maybe I like to live in denial” your voice sounded defeated and he absolutely abhorred seeing you in this situation.

“I don't want you to lose a friend..but i need you to be careful before letting a person into your life like this. She has been going on free trips with you since she met you, she's using your name and your dad's wealth to get what she wants from you ..but that's not enough for her and you know that” Daemon's voice was filled with concern and your eyes teared up again as you knew he was looking out for you.

He might have just become your boyfriend of sorts like two days ago but he has always been someone who had your best interests at heart, you knew he'd never give you bad advice.

“In college ..during our last year, there was this guy Seth..he ummm..I liked him and i thought he did too because he used to look at me when I wasn't looking at him and he'd try to talk to me at times ..but on New years bunch of us went to New York City together and they kissed there as the ball dropped, I never confronted her because she didn't know that i liked him” he kissed your forehead softly as your innocent words clenched his heart. She always had her eyes on whatever you wanted.

“Or perhaps she did, ever thought about that?”

“Now am I'm thinking about that and..I just thought she had changed with time..it's hard to accept that maybe she has always been this way and I was so dumb that i couldn't see her real self” he cupped your cheeks as you said that. There's no way he'd ever want you to feel bad about keeping your heart kind and open for others..

“You're not dumb ..no my sweetheart, not at all, you're my sweetest pixie.. a bit naive yes but you'll learn and grow from such errors in judgement” he mumbled softly so you smiled as you hugged him before you climbed on his lap.

He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and rocked you back n forth gently to comfort you.

“Besides.. every time you feel dumb, just remember that i spent eleven years with a woman that couldn't stop cheating on our marriage”

You pulled away and cupped his cheeks as he said that.

“Well you learned too Mister, now you have me and I'd never ever put you through that pain” a smile crept on his lips at your sweet words.

“Me neither, you for me ..as long as you want me”

“Mmmm as long as I want?” you spoke in a childish voice and it made his smile even wider.

“I got 30 years max..not making it past 70 so yeah it's as long as you want”

“Don't say that..”

“Mmmhm what are you gonna do about it?" His tone was challenging,

“I might kiss you”

“Ooohh is that a threat?” he let out a playful gasp,

“I am threatening you”

He laid down on the bed with you still on top of him and then he flipped you under him. He kissed your forehead and then kissed the tip of your nose, grabbing his chin between his thumb and forefinger he made you look at him. Not that you had your eyes off him.

“I have thought about this so many times” you mumbled as you caressed his chin with your fingertips.

“Mmm so have i..but only in the last four months”

“I know..you don't have to justify yourself to me of all people” he sighed and nodded as you said that.

“It's just strange at times. We have photos of us together when you were just a kid, on several occasions i had my arms around your shoulders or was hugging you, things can be misconstrued. I always feel like i should watch my words when I speak”

“Not with me”

You felt that he was finally going to kiss you but then you both heard a knock on the door and you quickly got up as you had a feeling it was Cassandra. Of course it was.

“What do I do?” You asked him so he chuckled,

“Hide in the closet? I'd suggest we pretend to work but I don't trust her to not fabricate things and snitch on us to your parents”

Could she really do that you wondered?

“Okay hiding in the closet it is then”

He had left the door of the closet slightly open, lights were dimmed in the room so she won't be able to see you anyways he figured. You stood inside with bated breaths as you heard his footsteps fade away from you.

“Have you seen y/n? She's not answering the door or her calls” she asked him as she entered the room on her own accord even though he hadn't invited her in.

“Look Cassandra..you nobhead.. I'm busy so just fuck off yess?”

He glared at her so she smiled. She was just shameless like that.

“Awn i thought you'd be more worried about her, isn't she like your niece?” her voice was so shrill it really pierced his ears in the worst possible manner.

“I reckon she's in her room”

“Mmmm or she's out with a bloke or something, it's not that she hasn't done it before” she sighed as she sat down on his bed.

Now you had a clear view of her from the closet that he had left ajar, your phone was on his bedside table and he was just hoping it won't start ringing , also what she had just said about you had pissed him off more, he knew you weren't the type to do something so careless even if you both weren't in this new relationship.

“uhhhuh that seems like something you'd do”

He clapped back at her so she smiled again. She wasn't done just yet.

“You know you have no idea how careless she can be with men in these new places..i mean i get the appeal of course but safety is important don't you think? She can't even defend herself in such situations as I have had to do so for her countless times before. I just worry too much, I think that's why she has been avoiding me lately” she made a sad face but he wasn't falling for that, he hoped you had heard the way she was talking about you behind your back, if she said all that your supposed uncle he couldn't imagine how she has been portraying you in front of strangers.

“She has really changed since she met Rhaenyra” his brows furrowed as she said that. He knew you had befriended Rhae since your birthday party.

“My niece?”

“Mhhm she's definitely a bad influence on y/n”

“Rhaenyra is a decent girl and so is y/n”

“Mmmmhm really because I saw your niece in a club a few days ago giggling in the arms of a man who seemed much older than her, i couldn't help but wonder where I had seen him before and then i realized I met him at your birthday party” he turned to look at her as she said that, sure he didn't want to believe a single word that came out of her attention seeking whore mouth but his protectiveness towards his actual niece weighed in. Rhaneyra was the same age as you so he knew she could make her own decisions like you but he was still worried.

“What man?” He asked her so she smiled,

“Mmm, your brother's business partner? I don't remember his name to be honest as I don't really care about her” she shrugged and she had that infuriating smile on her face so he smiled at her finally

“Well perhaps you'd have remembered his name if you had fucked him”

She glared at him as he said that she had been trying so hard to make him see her differently but she didn't know why he was so unaffected by her, usually guys often caved in eventually.

“Now fuck off i have a meeting tomorrow” he grabbed her arm and walked her towards the door, when he reached he shoved her out with a little force, he then watched her huff and make her way to the elevator instead of going to your room to check on you again. She was so deeply worried about you but didn't want to see if you were alright or not?

As you heard the door closing you stepped out of the closet and he immediately noticed that there was a dejected look on your face, not only has she bitched about you behind your back but had also tried to malign Rhaenyra's image in front of her uncle.

You snapped out of your thoughts as you felt him wrap his arms around you and you immediately pressed your chest against his broad comfy chest, he truly was your safe haven. Now that he had returned you couldn't imagine going years without never hearing from again.

As you looked up eventually he cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead before he kissed your cheek.

“You alright?” He asked you so you nodded,

“Now i know what I have to do with her, maybe this was the push i needed”

“Good girl” your face flushed as his soft voice infiltrated your senses but there was a look of confusion on his face “Do you know anything about Rhaenyra and Harwin?” He asked as he stepped a little away from you, making you gulp in nervousness, his hand combed through his hair.

“You know you can't believe anything she says” you chuckled but he could see right through you.

"I find it unusually precise for her to invent such a story. She's not particularly astute. And you, my love?" He paused for a moment, gazing at you intently, before resuming, "Don't even consider attempting to deceive me like that." You let out a small sound of frustration before letting out a long breath, weighing his words carefully.

“Daemon she's a big girl, I'm sure she knows what she's doing..you can't go all uncle on her.. it would make you seem like a hypocrite” he scowled as you said that.

“It's not hypocrisy to look out for your loved ones”

“I know..but it's not a mindless affair …she's in love with him” you mumbled hurriedly and his eyes widened.

“I don't even know what sort of bloke he is.. didn't even get to talk to him at the party..isn't he like forty?”

Instead of answering you just tilted your head at the irony of the situation. “Oh pipe it down love..not every older man has good intentions.. consensus would say that majority of them are just predators..just sharks waiting to pounce on younger flesh” you walked closer to him as he said that and wrapped your arms around him, he was kind of cute with his feathers all ruffled.

“Mmm so you have good intentions for me hmm?”

“Of Course I do”

“I know mister, just calm down okay, besides if you want to know him better you just have to reach out to her, she has missed her uncle as well in these years, in a pure innocent way ofcourse unlike me” he chuckled as you said that, you caressed his cheek with your thumb and it made him smile, you weren't wrong though, you always had something wise to say to him.

“We all loved you so much even as kids, you had no idea how comforting it was to have you around me especially during festivals and vacations, you didn't alienate me like other adults, you spent time with me and made me laugh with your funny jokes…and I'm sure you did the same with Rhaneyra and Aemond when you were with your family..they'd love to have their old uncle back”

His eyes were teary by the time you were done speaking so you cupped his cheeks and curled your arms around him.

The decision to leave his family and you wasn't a well thought one, he left on an impulse, he was angry and raged, nothing else made sense to him at the time, he just knew he couldn't have stayed here.

However the way your relationship with him has changed so drastically now, for once he didn't regret leaving because watching you grow up into this fine young woman and then developing an attraction towards you later in life would have been way worse than what it was now and he probably never would have acted on it if that was the case so maybe everything happened the way they did for a reason.. that's to say he hadn't forgotten why he had to leave. He'd never forget.

“Do I get to cuddle you tonight?” You asked him so he shook his head,

“That won't be a wise course of action if we are trying to take the slow approach”

“Ummm hello? You are”

“Well you deserve that sweetheart”

You grinned from ear to ear as he said that. Yeah you deserved to be treated tenderly and with utmost care, he'd never do anything that would ruin the bond he shared with you, even if you both part ways someday in romantic sense he hoped that you'd still think of him fondly.

Next day you watched him at the meeting and your mind was blown, you were trying to focus on the work but you couldn't just turn off that part of your brain that made you tick and so devastatingly aroused for him, he was confident and fierce, he knew how to manipulate and get those people to like him, and he was so charming. He was a businessman through and through.

And he was a great mentor to you, you were actually going to learn plenty from him if you wanted to stay in the family business, no wonder your father trusted him to teach you the tricks of the business , everything seemed fine between them now but you often thought about him fleeing the country once and you still didn't know the reason for that.

As you reached the hotel again, you found Cassandra in the lobby and she walked towards you. Daemon then looked at you and he gave you a knowing look. It was now or never for you, she'd continue to remain toxic if you don't confront her just now.

As you neared her you were going to say something but she opened her mouth first.

“I have a confession to make, i slept with Dylan”

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Day: 8 - Magic

A/N: I can't remember which video it was, but I was inspired by Lyney and Kinich little fan video... it was so cute I had to give my boy Kinich some lee moments and who is better than ler!Lyney himself hehe. I'm not committed as most fic writers, but I will try to write as much as I can. Plus my birthday is coming this month hehehe ~ Enjoyyy

Warning: spoilers for both Natlan and Fontaine, tickles, fluff, platonic, my stupid silly grammar mistakes (English is my second language)

Summary: Lumine takes her Natlan friends to Fontaine. Mualani, Kachina, and Lumine are interested in macaroons, but Kinich, after meeting a real magician who is rare in Natlan, is a little curious. Little did he know that his curiosity had a price to pay.

Ler!Lyney / Lee!Kinich

Ft. Mualani/Kachina/ a fontanian character (Surprise) /Lumine (I always use Aether, so I chose Lumine for a change)

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Fontaine shows are often spectacular. Lumine has finally managed to invite Mualani, Kachina, and Kinich to the nation of water. Everything is the same with so much liveliness as ever.

These Natlan kids barely seen the world, so Lumine persuaded (specifically Kinich) to travel here for a brief time.

"So" Ajaw spat with contempt "This place didn't drown? Well what a lame boring ending"

Lumine rolled her eyes, and Kinich's stare made Ajaw huff as he stepped down his narcissistic side.

Mualani and Kachina gasped in wonder. "Whooaa!!!" It was Kachina. "I-I can't believe I had the honour of seeing such an amazing nation! Thank u!"

Mualani also added "Yup, and macaroons are their specialty right? I always wanted to try some!"

Lumine offered, "We can have some now if you like..."

But before she could finish, they were already bouncing in joy as if looking for a luxurious treasure chest.

"Ah~ my dear Lumine its been a while"

A familiar and unforgettable voice. The magician Lyney was there suddenly and behind Kinich who -for the first time -looked startled and surprised as he jerked front.

"Lyney! Hey... I came here with some new friends" Lumine waved with a grin, Lyney bowed politely now taking his hat off.

"Oh, how lovely... That's just like you Lumine,"

Ajaw grumbled, "Who's the funky welp with tights?"

"Rude..." Kinich murmured, now nudging Ajaw aside before giving an apologetic nod. "I apologize he's just antagonistic as always... dont mind him"

Lyney was not offended but clearly amused at the ancient Saurian relic, "I never met a pet so different like your friend," he stated as he observed Ajaw in wonder.

"Haaaa?" Ajaw snapped "You dare call the almighty dragon lord a pet of this worthless servant?? Unacceptable!"

Lumine groans "Seriously wouldn't he shut up"

Mualani impatiently looked at Lumine and then signalled to Lyney. Lumine sighed, "Sorry, uh guys, this is Lyney. He's a magician of fontaine, and Lyney this is Mualani, Kachina and Kinich from natlan... oh ig Kinich's uh partner Ajaw"

"Insect! Dare you name me later after my servant!"

Lyney widened his eyes clearly enjoying everything despite Ajaw's rudeness "Why its rare to have any visitors from Natlan... quite the shocker... well carry on carry on... I wont stop your way"

Kinich however looked like he wanted to say something as he glanced at Lumine but then folded his arms slightly.

Mualani noticing this chuckled "Oh uh Lumine's friend, Lyney, Kinich here likes to say something to you"

Kinich lifted his head, blank eyes but irritated at how she always figured him out, "Mualani..."

Grabbing Kachina, Lumine grinned in agreement "Well Lyney if your not busy why don't you entertain our shy friend Kinich while we grab some macaroons and come?"

"Oh, I'm very free, I have no problem in entertaining a guest"

Mualani gives him a thumbs up. "K later, dude! Haha, " with that, she sprinted along with Kachina and Lumine.

"W-wait-!" Kinich cuts himself off, clearly at a loss, he looks at Lyney awkwardly, clearing his throat "Ahem, I apologize...uh its just that the concept of magic... I never understood it."

Lyney hums curiously, leaning closer now they were by the corner outside the opera epiceles.

"Why, that's simple enough... here let me show you my favourite trick"

Ajaw snickered "If you can make him disappear I'll reward you generously."

Kinich shrugs nonchalantly. "Funny how we both want the other to disappear"

Lyney enjoying their dynamic so much shakes his head, "Honestly you two should perform for Fontaines comedy shows... you guys are so funny"

Kinich sighs but Lyney suddenly adds showing a coin "I got this coin in my palm... look at this..." he moves it side to side and up and down showinf its real. He stuffs it into his own palm and then shows it to the saurian hunter.

"So...? Which hand has the coin?"

Ajaw grins "ha! I call dibs on the right hand... and Kinich if you fail... you owe me"

Kinich feeling competitive calmly states "Oh yh? Well you will owe me if I win, I say its left hand"

Lyney hums cunninyly now turning his palms up showing the left hand first, which is empty. Ajaw cackles "Muhahaha I won!"

Lyney cuts in "Hold it little guy... its actually..." shows his right hand which is empty as well.

Ajaws jaw drop, for the first time Kinich wanted to let a laugh, it was an amused huff making Lyney want to hear it more.

Lyney then leans to reach for his ear "It's actually... right here"

However, neither of them expected Kinich to jolt violently when Lyney's gloved hand accidentally caressed his ear.

"I uh..."

Lyney blinked but then manages to keep a decent smile "Oh what's this? Is my guest ticklish?"

"Correction, I was surprised I didn't expect you to touch me... I'm not good with strangers..."

Ajaw snickered. "Ya ya... but Mualani knows your super ticklish here." he pokes the small of Kinich's back, making Kinich jump. But then he instantly puts Ajaw in a time out who yelled in protest before being cast off.

Lyney chuckles, now poking his left side "Why so defensive if you said you weren't ticklish?"

Kinich was silent, but Lyney persistently began to poke him, "D-don't... hey..." A giggle almost slipping but Lyney chuckles."You know I was trying to find the coin that was in your ear, but it looks like the coin has gone missing... but where?"

Oh boy, Kinich didn't like where this was going. He wished Mualani and the others might come soon and stop Lyney. Yet at the same time he kind of wish it wasn't interrupted.

"How about here? Is my coin there?"

"Gaha!" Kinich let's a startled laugh when Lyney pinches his left ribs. He backs to the wall, unable to escape from the clever magician.

"Still no" feigning disappointment Lyney giggles. "Well more spots to go? How about your armpits? It's a good sneaky place to hide something"

"H-heheh hey no... not therehehe" Kinich knew badly enough this is Lumine's favourite spot to get him, especially when his guard Is down with her. For some reason, his guard was down with this guy he just met as well.

But he is Lumine friend so... it makes sense.

"A-Alrihihihihght alright haha just hehehe juhuhust stohohop yohohou win!"

"Ah, you finally asked me to stop?" Kinich scrunched his shoulder up when Lyney playfully tickled the crook of his neck, "It was adorable how you didn't even say "stop" not once"

"I-I did! I juhuhust couldn't speak.." Lyney helped Kinich up now, giving a wink."You remind me of a certain friend in Sumeru... he got a long hat and a very serious look. But he's got a soft heart like you but your actually sweeter"

Kinich blushed, another Lumine i to deal with. But he couldn't complain. He sighed "Alright I suppose the price I pay for watching your magic trick was this... I can accept it."

"Oh but my show isn't over sir, where do you think is the coin?" Lyney wags a finger animatedly. Kinich thought for a while but suddenly giggles when Lyney gave a brief tickle to his tummy and showing a coin in his hand at last "There it is"

"W-whaha? How...?"

"It's all illusions my dear, but I guess Natlan is a nation I should visit too to show magic tricks..." he said it partly to himself. Then Kinich looks up, slightly awkwardly but a little earnestly.

"If you do come to perform in Natlan... uh can you come to my home first?"

Lyney stares in awe, and he noticed how the ice is melting, its cute how Kinich suddenly became a softie for magic, so interested like a child.

"Why I would definitely come to your home first... tell me more about Natlan though..." he rests his hands on his elbows as he watches Kinich expectantly.

"I'm sure Lumine knows how to say her experiences better than me,"

"She does yes but... why don't you tell me your story? As friends?"

"Friends... with me?" Kinich rests a hand to his own chest, "That's a huge price your offering, how can I ever repay you generously?"

Lyney laughs, "You're more into business than the Iudex of fontaine... how about reciprocating your friendship with me? That means we're even"

"Is that... fine?" Kinich blinks, surprised how simple that sounds but suddenly obvious.

"Of course..."

Kinich nods slightly happily, now beginning his story in Scion of the canopy. Meanwhile, Lumine and the other girls have managed to be held up by Navia.

"Come now, partner," she casually says, sipping tea after making the best macaroons for Mualani and Kachina, "Your friend will be all fine, I mean Lyney is a natural with new guests even with introverts"

Lumine sighs but smiling, "Yeah I know,"

Navia grins now, waving her sunglasses proudly, "Take it from me... Hat Guy once met Lyney, and they had a splendid time together."

"Wait... Yuki? Are you... s-serious?" Lumine was shocked how the wanderer managed to let Lyney entertain him. She is curious about what happened but she just couldn't care less.

It's a nice relaxing day in Fontaine at last.

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Not to mention if he had shown Tang, a scholar who lived and breathed JTTW, his memories... I'm pretty sure Tabg would have straight up attacked him for trying to describe what happened to Wukong while he was held captive by Heaven had been anything less than what it was: Torture. For example, at this point, Sun Wukong is more than a fairytale or storybook character. He's more than just some demon who lived thousands of years ago as a footnote in a history book. He's a person, not only that, but he's someone who has since become part of Tang's family! He's a flawed but still wise master who is impulsively self sacrificial to the point of unintentionally hurting the people who care about him, he's temperamental and tends to be forgetful about the limits of normal mortals because he's never had a baseline, he's petty, but ultimately... Sun Wukong is someone who cares deeply and honestly about the people who manage to get past the ironclad walls he has erected around his heart, someone who is selfless at heart even when his actions seem selfish, someone who has had a very difficult life and is still learning to let other in and trust them. Tanghas read Wukong's story a hundred times over, analyzed his written actions a thousand times, out of everyone he is probably the one who knows the ksot about Wukong's past besides the Demon Bull King and Macaque, the person who pribavly raised Wukong the most besides the Sentinels and his mate respectively. He recognizes how much Wukong has changed for the better, how he's still learning after all these centuries, and how he's trying so very hard to be a good mentor for MK and teach him the lessons he never had so he doesn't suffer the same way he did even while his own past comes back to bite him.

So no... Tang would absolutely be offended by Azure's narrative

YUP. referencing.

Tang about to bust out his Bachelors in ancient Chinese history and literature to poke a million holes in Azure Lion's whiteashed narrative:

(In the Scroll of Memory as Azure is showing his memories of the Rebellion): Tang, suddenly appearing in the memory: "Where is Erlang Shen?" Azure, startled: "How did you get in here?" Tang: "As someone who lives for this era in history - I can poke so many holes in your story. Sun Wukong was strong enough for the Jade Emperor, but fell to his nephew Erlang Shen, his Plum Hill Lads, and Lao Tzu's binding ring. From there he was tossed into the Trigram Furnace and was forced to endure 49 days of the Samadhi Fire to extract his immortalities." Azure, pleasantly impressed: "You know your stories well monk-" Tang, interupting: "AND-! I am not finished. The great Tang Monk, aka Tripitaka, did not yield to the Taoist gods! Only to the Buddha and his diciples! To call him an Agent of the Oppressors greatly overlooks how many times he helped his fellow mortals, even at the threat of being executed for his faith!" Azure: "You're becoming overwhelmed-" Tang, angry tears: "And I know Wukong! He wouldn't have targeted you guys at Camel Ridge unless you did something warranting his anger! How can you call him a traitor when YOU left him to burn!?" (*Azure's memories dispate, instead showing Wukong when he was with the Pilgrims - from the perspective of Tripitaka. Wukong is laughing along with his brothers Zhu Bajie, Sha Wujing, and Ao Lie*) Tang, volume increasing: "Wukong didn't stay with the Pilgrims to hurt people. He stayed because he knew that his mind and emotions needed healing after such a tremendous amount of pain. They cared enough for him to address this pain and help him towards being a true sage. Something your *Brotherhood* obviously never bothered to do! HE DIDN'T BETRAY YOU AS MUCH AS YOU BETRAYED HIM!!" (the memory scroll completely disapates back to reality. the entire MKrew + the Brotherhood are staring shocked at Tang's show of power*) Tang: *breathing heavily and angry crying* MK, wide-eyed and impressed: "...whoa" Pigsy, proud: "Yup. Don't try to twist what happened back then Azure. My Tangy knows his history." Peng, whispers to the others: "The Golden Cicada lives on. I knew I wasn't mistaken." Yellow Tusk: "I suggest we retreat for now. Once the Celestial Realm senses our escape, they are sure to have increased their defences." Azure, eyes narrowing: "No. We go forward with our plan. No matter what this monk-" Tang: "I'M NOT A MONK!" Tang: *casts Magic Missile*

Because at the end of the day, Azure understimated the receipts that Wukong's new dad-friend would have on their political movement.

[therealmsdelulu]

hellooo! can i request a jonah x reader fluff about them waking up in the morning, cuddling, making breakfast whatever...🩷 thank you!

Lazy Mornings

Summary: You were never a morning person but your boyfriend Jonah always made mornings enjoyable for you.

W.C: 733

Jonah x gn!reader

Content Warning: Kissing(cheek, forehead, neck, lips. (No smooches below the shoulder!), pet names(gorgeous, handsome, beautiful, love, darling, hun/honey), fluff, mentions of food, dirty joke (not super obvious if you don't have a dirty mind like me) Not proofread.

A/N: TELL A FRIEND TO TELL A FRIEND, SHE'S BACKKKKK!

You wake up to the feeling of soft kisses on your cheek and neck. You turn around to be met with the beautiful face of your boyfriend Jonah. You reached out and gently played with his stubble giving him a soft smile. He smiled and leaned into your touch before planting a soft kiss against your lips.

"Good morning, gorgeous" he said, his voice deep and raspy, considering that he just woken up.

"Morning, handsome," you replied with a small smile before yawning and stretching. The two of you got out of bed and made your way towards the bathroom and brushing your teeth.

You started washing your face and starting your skincare routine and Jonah watched curiously as you began applying moisturizer. "I want some," he said looking at you with a small grin.

"Come here, love" you gestured for him to come closer and began gently applying the moisturizer to his face and rubbing it in. You gently pat his cheek when you were finished. "There, all done"

Jonah curiously touched his face. "I feel like a baby's bottom," he said as he gently felt around his face.

"Stop touching your face, that's bad for you" you grabbed his hands and pulled them down from his face giving him a soft kiss.

"How is that bad, darling?" he inquired with a confused expression.

"You're allowing germs to enter your skin, hun" you explained.

"Are you implying I'm dirty?" he asked, placing his hand over his heart as though he was offended. You rolled your eyes in response before heading towards the kitchen.

You rummaged through the refrigerator and grabbed eggs, bacon, and milk. "Ooh, can I break the eggs? Pretty please?" Jonah asked excitedly.

"Don't make a mess," you instructed.

"You're the messy one," he said with a small smirk and gently nudged your shoulder.

"Do your job," you said with a small eye roll as you started on the waffle mix.

"Hey darling, come here for a sec," he said and you hesitated for a moment before coming closer. He grabbed an egg and before you could react he cracked it on your forehead. You gasped as he put the yolk in the bowl and he chuckled before grabbing a napkin and wiping the remaining yolk off your forehead and planting a soft kiss to your temple.

"I can't believe you just did that," you said pretending to be angry but you were secretly biting back a smile.

"Sorry, love" he said still laughing.

"Are you?" you asked squinting at him.

"Honestly, no" he said with a smirk and you rolled your eyes.

"I'm going to poison your waffles," you threatened as you finished mixing the batter.

"Was that a threat?"

"It was a promise," you said affirmatively.

"I love you," he said in a sing-song voice.

"Mhm," you said as you started pouring the batter into the waffle maker.

"Say it back," he whined with a small pout.

"No, you made me angry,"

"It was funny," he insisted.

"No it wasn't" you argued. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder planting gentle kisses along your neck.

"I'm sorry baby," he claimed.

"I take my apologies in cash,"

"Deal, how much are we talking"

"$3000," you deadpanned.

"$3000?" he asked his mouth agape in shock.

"Yup, for emotional distress and assault," you claimed and he rolled his eyes.

"Emotional distress?"

"Yes, that was very emotionally draining." you insisted when Jonah suddenly picked you up and threw you over his shoulder and spinning you around.

"Is this emotionally draining?" he asked as he continued spinning you around.

"I'm getting dizzy," you laughed as he spun you around and gently punched his shoulder trying to get him to put you down. "I'm going to get concussed."

"That's not how that works," he said, he stopped spinning you but kept carrying you on his shoulder. The waffle machine started beeping, alerting you that they were finished.

"Jonah put me down the waffles are going to burn," you started kicking your legs in an attempt to escape his grip.

"They'll just be a little crispy,"

"Jonah," you groaned and he finally gave in and let you down. When you took the waffles out they were indeed a little crispy but delicious nonetheless.

"See, crispy perfection."

"You're going to be crispy perfection if you keep annoying me-"

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[donaweasley]

A Walk in the Dark

Pairing: George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Plot:

After an awkward incident involving your one and only crush George Weasley, he tries to sort the uncomfortable situation out. But will it lead to some revelations or...just a heartache?

Previous chapter: Everything is Fair in Love and War

Warnings: Teenage, high school fluff.

Read time: ~10 mins

Note: I've assumed that the reader is 14 years of age here but you're free to put in any number you like! And you can put the reader in any house you wish to!

Next story in the sequence coming up!!

The morning was eventful, with Fred, Ron, Ginny and Molly of all people, assuming that George and (Y/N) had shared their first kiss in the redhead’s room while the rest were downstairs. Yes, pretty much embarrassing, given the fact that the visitor was buried deep in her humongous crush on her said best friend. And disappointing, too, given that George was furious at them, which subsequently made her conclude that he was repelled at the thought of any kind of romance with his best friend.

The rest of the day was awkward. (Y/N)’s heart was wearing a frown but she had to keep her bubbly personality up to show everyone that she didn't give a damn about who thought what about George and her. She did, to be honest, give a damn...or two...quite a lot, actually. George had calmed down but she found him being slightly uncomfortable around her. She attributed it to her own dejected mind, and called it a figment of her imagination.

After dinner that night, when they were all seated in the living room, George slipped in to sit beside his bestie for a brief moment.

"Wait until everyone's gone", he breathed into her ear. His warmth, once again, aroused those tickles in her stomach which had taken the poor girl almost all day to quieten.

For the rest of the night, she couldn't focus on the conversation anymore as her head was muddled with questions as to why he might have asked her to stay back.

Why?

"You okay, (Y/N)?" She almost jumped out of her seat when Ginny called her.

"What? Yeah. Yes. I'm okay. Just...just thinking that I haven't called my parents for two days now. I should call them tomorrow. Can you please remind me?"

"Yup. Okay!" She smiled reassuringly.

"Great! So we're all going out tomorrow evening", Ron's face brightened up.

As the night grew older, the group of friends became more and more tired, and most of them eventually retired to bed. Had (Y/N) not been on the verge of imploding, she would have probably fallen asleep on the couch.

The twins and (Y/N) were usually the last to go to bed. So, there they were, seated on the floor near the couch. Fred was just about to jump to another topic when George stopped him.

"Fred, you go, I'll be coming in a while", he said.

Fred stared at his twin as if the latter had grown another head.

"After what you did this morning, I don't owe you an explanation. I owe you a prank. Pulled on you", George clarified before Fred could ask anything.

This made her giggle.

"Fine, I'm going but..." Fred tried to feign a tragic face.

"That's okay, brother, I won't make out with her", the younger twin put an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulder.

"Hey!" Thoroughly embarrassed, she tried to give him an offended look.

"What? You want me to make out with you?"

She just prayed that neither of them would see the heat creeping up her ears.

"Shut up, George. It's not funny."

Fred sat there staring at the duo with furrowed brows while George and (Y/N) chuckled nervously.

"Alright, then", Fred finally spoke up, "I'll leave. (Y/N), I hope that you won't break my heart." Very theatrically, the older twin put a hand over his chest.

"I'll remember, drama queen!"

With a quick hug, Fred left her with his brother but not before glancing at them over his shoulder with a wicked smile plastered on his face. And once again, George and (Y/N) descended into that uncomfortable silence.

"So?" She broke the silence.

"So..."

George pondered for a while.

"Care for a walk?" He finally said.

"Now? This late?"

"Don't worry, I won't bite", he winked, and she melted into a puddle beside him. It was a relief that he didn't notice.

Probably. Hopefully.

"It's not your bite that I fear, mister. It's the...dogs...and other..things", She said quietly.

"You mean, ghosts?"

"Shh!"

George laughed. "You forget that you're living with a ghoul here!"

(Y/N) shuddered at the mere thought of it. She had never seen it although the sounds and the stories were enough to scare the shit out of her.

"Really?" George was still laughing, "after all these years of living with ghosts at the school, you're still scared?"

"They are ghosts of Hogwarts! They are a part of the school. Okay, I'll go. Let's drop this topic. Right. Now."

"Alright! But I can't guarantee anything."

"Guarantee what?"

"Well...y'know...about what we might meet on the way."

"Shut up! I'm not scared! I'll have you by my side!" She wrapped an arm around his.

"Aha? What if I am not me...?"

"Shove off!" She pushed him away. "I'm not going anywhere with you!"

George was laughing. "Okay! Okay! Come."

He pulled her up and gently pushed her towards the door.

It was refreshing outside. The moon was a thin curve against the clear starlit sky. The cool breeze and the quietude soon made (Y/N) forget the events of the day and the turmoil in her mind calmed down a bit. But as soon as George stepped beside her, her “stupid” mind - as she called it - transformed the entire scenario into a romantic one.

Ugh!

"It was getting stuffy inside", George smiled.

"Yes, it was...kind of. … Tell me."

"Tell you what?"

"Why you brought me here, of course."

"Why? Can't a guy ask his best friend out on a walk?" He feigned hurt.

She rolled my eyes, "Of course, he can. But you forget that I know you only too well to know when you simply need a walk and when you're bursting to say something."

He smiled sheepishly, "Caught me, huh?"

"As always!"

"Okay", he inhaled deeply, and the butterflies in her stomach started fluttering violently in anticipation.

"This might sound odd. No, it's definitely going to sound odd", he chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.

Oh, those usual signs of nervousness! But why is he nervous?

Inside her head, a voice was screaming in anticipation, "Oh! C'mon, just say it Georgie!!"

"Okay, look. What happened in the morning...y'know with my family saying those weird things and all...well, you're not mad, are you?"

"What? No! Not at all!" She tried to sound absolutely casual. "Why?"

"No, it's just...it was awkward, and..."

"And?"

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, "I noticed that you were a bit off after that. So..."

"Oh!" She had to come up with a lie, and quickly. "I was just thinking that...umm... it's so much fun at your house, and I'll have to leave in 5 days. Yeah. That was what made me sad." She gave him her widest smile.

He smiled back, clearly not convinced at the flimsy explanation, "You sure?"

"Yes. Of course." She noticed him looking suspiciously at her, and so she looked away.

"You looked somewhat uncomfortable yourself. All okay?" She smartly diverted the questions towards him.

"Yes. Yes, I'm fine”, he replied nervously.

"You sure?" She tried to mimic him.

George laughed, "Yes. It's just that", he stopped walking, "I was worried about what you might be thinking. You looked slightly upset."

He was looking at anywhere but her, and shifting his weight on his feet. "I don't want to lose my best friend, y'know", he finally looked at her after a pause.

"Best friend", She thought. "I wish I were a little more than that to you, Georgie."

"You won't", She smiled and took his hand in hers. "Never." She held out her pinkie towards him.

"Pinkie promise?" He laughed. "Really?"

"Umm, yeah! Let's say this is our version of the unbreakable vow."

"Okay", he locked his pinkie with hers, "done!"

"Done!"

They both laughed. And then somewhere in that happy moment the laughter faded away and was replaced by silence. A comfortable silence where only their eyes and smiles spoke. For a moment (Y/N) thought that she saw the same love in his eyes as she held for him.

But no. That’s impossible. He has just confirmed it himself. I’m his best friend. Only his best friend.

She decided to act before her emotions got the better of her.

"Let's go", She tugged lightly on his little finger which was still locked with hers.

"Oh!" His smile dropped, "You're sleepy?"

"No. I just...I don't know. You want to stay here longer? I don't mind. It's pretty nice out here anyway"

"No, it's okay, we can go. No problem. Besides, who knows what might be lurking in the shadows." He looked around with a frown but his eyes shouted "mischief".

"Ha ha! You can't scare me, Weasley. Besides, I have my best friend with me. He'll protect me", She smiled at him.

"Yeah, you can count on that", he wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

I wish you knew what you're doing to me, Georgie!

"So", he spoke in that peculiar tone which was always followed by a mischief, "I remember you saying that you are not afraid of...my bite!"

For the God-knows-how-many-times that day her ears heated up again.

"Where are you headed exactly?" She asked him with furrowed brows.

"Just saying", he shrugged, "what if I'm a vampire in disguise? See, I have brought you this far from home, on a dark night, in the wee hours. And I'm so attractive that you couldn't say no to me. Now", he leaned closer, "what if I grow fangs and-"

She punched his chin.

"Ow! You little villain, you!"

"Oh! Did the little, weak human hurt the mighty vampire?"

He groaned.

"Now stop that acting, and let's go home before they start thinking that we have gone off snogging again."

At this, George straightened up and forgot all about his drama. (Y/N) raised a brow at him. Smiling sheepishly, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder once again, and they started off towards the Burrow.

"You know, George, if you try to scare me once again, I'll bite you."

George chuckled, "I wish!"

"What?" She froze.

"What?" His eyes were as big as saucers.

(Y/N) stared at him. "What did you just say?"

"What did I just say?" He gulped nervously. "I said 'you wish!'. Yes, I said 'Hah! You wish!'"

"Noooo..." She was sure she heard something else.

"Oh! (Y/N), you're hearing things. What else would I say? Come now, let's get inside before you start seeing things."

He pulled her towards his home which was now only a few more steps away. His words were still ringing in her ears. She looked up at him. Even in the dark, she could make out the tint of pink on his cheeks.

What the hell is going on?

They stepped inside, and George carefully locked the door.

"Care for some snacks?" He asked a bit nervously.

"Nope. I'll just get some sleep."

"Yeah. Me too."

He walked her till Ginny's door.

"Alright, good night, mate", he held out his fist.

"Good night", she punched it lightly.

Instead of heading upstairs to his room, George still stood there as if debating with his thoughts. Both the twins and (Y/N) usually hugged before going to bed but given the incidents of the day, it wouldn't be a surprise if they were having second thoughts.

After watching George's unrest state for a few seconds, she decided to drop her guard and take action.

"Hey", she touched his arm, "come here."

She wrapped her arms around his waist. It seemed to work instantly because she felt him relax. The next second, his long arms had her enveloped in a bear hug, swaying her lightly.

"Thanks", he smiled when they pulled apart.

"Idiot!"

"What? Why?"

"Nothing. Now go. It's pretty late."

He stood there, waiting for an explanation.

"Goooo!" She turned him around and pushed him.

He laughed, "Okay, as you say. Good night!"

"Good night", she smiled.

That night, (Y/N) went to bed with a heavy heart, knowing that the boy on whom she had been crushing for so many months now, sees her only as his best friend.

That night, George went to bed wondering if he had let go of the only chance of conveying his feelings to the girl who he had been in love with for over a year now.

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Guess who wanted to upload the first two chapters of one fic and work on the one I've already teased? And guess who did neither because they've got a debilitating migraine?

Yup, yours faithful

So because of this, I'm actually gonna post the first chapter here in it's entirety cause fuck it! We ball.

From the fic with a work title "Broken Nest" (I've rewritten it dozens of time and I don't care anymore if the language is shit, neither do i care about any possible grammar mistakes). This is a modern AU

The people sitting around the table sighed in joy and surprise. A second later, Sakura was surrounded by her girlfriends, all squealing in joy simultaneously, forming a very merry cacophony of sounds. Sasuke was trying his hardest not to get suffocated in his friends' arms. Naruto and Rock Lee even started crying. A moment later, Sakura's tearful mother trapped her in a bone-crashing hug, repeating time and time again how happy she was to hear the news, while her father patted Sasuke on the back and started to talk about how he would be a ‘proper’ father to him. Sasuke had to stop him from speaking as the man was getting carried away quickly.

Orochimaru was standing not far away from everyone, twirling a soda can in their hands. They heard Sasuke softly but firmly tell Kizashi that he had a parent and scoffed.

Orochimaru only rolled their eyes when they next heard Mebuki quietly say "But that freak didn't even come up to congratulate you" followed by a louder "Mom, don't say that...I'll explain" from Sakura.

They kept their silence. They would surely be offended, too, if anyone reacted to the news of their children's firstborn in the way they did. Much less the ‘parent' of their daughter's husband.

Thankfully, no one really cared about their presence, and the situation fizzled down as fast as it came up. When everyone had calmed down a bit and scattered in small groups again to discuss the baby boom that had recently hit the town, Sasuke slipped away from everyone, approaching Orochimaru, all while Sakura took her parents to another room to talk.

"Is everything all right? " Sasuke asked quietly.

"Don't worry about me, it’s your day. Congratulations again on the new addition to the family." They smiled amicably as they looked around the room. "I thought surely people would figure out I knew ahead of time, but it seems like Sakura’s mom took it to heart."

Even standing a good few feet away from the entrance to the guest bedroom, both Sasuke and Orochimaru could hear Mebuki and Kizashi berating Sakura on the fact they didn’t learn the news first.

"She'll have to deal with them, they're her tribe. We had good reasons.” Sasuke answered, seemingly unbothered by the sounds of his enraged inlaws. "You know I just didn't want to make the news a surprise to you due to... everything."

Orochimaru sighed with a smile, allowing themselves a second of proud arrogance that they had raised Sasuke quite well. As well a deeply traumatized, orphaned teenager could be raised. They sipped the soda, grimacing at how overly sweet it was.

"I'm happy for you, Sasuke." They looked at the boy and put a hand on his shoulder. "Even if it doesn't seem like it.”

"I know." He smiled awkwardly. He was still not used to physical touch from anyone, but his wife. Sakura just seemed a weird exception from most of his weird societal deficiencies. Well, she and Naruto.

Both Mebuki and Kizashi stormed out of the room, glancing daggers at Orochimaru. Sakura followed, only sheepishly smiling at her husband.

"At least you only have me to deal with." Orochimaru chuckled, as they looked at Sasuke.

They tried to play their feelings off as a joke but didn't succeed much. The tin can crumpled slightly under their fingers.

“I take it, he keeps acting like an idiot?" Tilted his head Sasuke, noticing the forced nonchalance.

"Let's not talk about that, please."

"He's no stranger to me either. I want to know." He sighed. "Sakura says he quit not too long ago..."

"Yeah." They nodded."As far as I know, he's basically out of work now. So much for all the talk about the need for a doctor at the orphanage..."

"Does he even visit?" Sasuke frowned.

"He still comes once a week and takes Log somewhere fun. We don't talk outside of that arrangement. And by that I mean I refuse to talk to him." They grimaced as the girls laughed again as their husbands approached the group. Some leaned forward, kissing their wives on the forehead or temple, and some hugged. Sasuke felt a squeeze on his shoulder.

"It's been six months, right? And things are not moving in any direction, as it seems." Sasuke got their attention again.

"I guess. He's been acting weird lately, but it doesn't mean much to me anymore.” They set the empty can on the table. "I don't know where to throw it, is that okay if I leave it here?"

"We'll clean it up, no big deal." Sasuke waved his only hand, "Can you elaborate on the weirdness?"

"This is not the best place or time for such talk." Orochimaru turned away from the party completely, deciding not to annoy themselves any further, and crossed their arms, "Recently he's just been nagging me about allowing Log to stay at their place. All the while refusing to speak about the divorce and figuring out the visitation times. He's dragging this whole process out, even though he started it. He won't even allow my lawyer to go through his documents... Guess he's just scared I'd take sole custody, which I never even intended."

“I don't think this is about custody at all,” Sasuke mumbled.

“Well if he's trying to win me over by being annoying, he's not doing a good job.”

"Why not allow him to take Log for a couple of days anyway?" Sasuke shrugged. "From what I know, he's a great dad."

"Yeah, but he lives with Urushi, and from the rumors that reach me from the orphanage, they haven't done anything, but drink and go clubbing since Kabuto packed up his things and left our...I mean my house. I refuse to put my child in these conditions."

"I understand." Nodded Sasuke.

Orochimaru glanced nervously at their watch. They were beginning to notice people's slanted glances at themselves a little more than usual. Their sour face stood out a little too much amid everyone's joy.

"I have to go." They muttered, "Log is home all alone, and... I don't want to spoil your party."

"You're not gonna spoil anything." Sasuke looked around, causing several pairs of eyes to immediately turn away from Orochimaru. "This is an important moment in my life. I couldn't imagine not sharing it with my parent."

Orochimaru smiled as they looked into Sasuke's eyes. When did he become so tall and grown up? He was almost half a head taller than they were now, if not more. They couldn’t fully comprehend how he'd once been a small, malnourished boy who lunged at their cooking like a hungry animal. They were never good at cooking. Even now that they have gotten better at it, Log still refuses to eat almost everything they make. Sasuke was just an unfortunate little thing when they decided to take him in and now, there he was, with his own house and a family, still standoffish as ever, but so grown up and matured.

"I'm not your parent, I'm your guardian. You have a real family."

"Oh, come on." Sasuke waved his hand. "We both know that Itachi can hate you all he wants, but he was a juvenile delinquent and that's why he lost custody of me. You, on the other hand, at least tried to give me a good life and continue to help to this day. You are as much family to me as he is.”

They looked away a little embarrassed, hiding a smile.

"Thank you. But I still need to get home. I'm scared Log will freak out. There was a storm on the forecast." They tucked a strand of hair behind their ear.

"Okay." Sasuke nodded. "Sakura really wanted to give you some food to go, so…"

Orochimaru nodded and headed for the exit. “I'll wait at the porch.”

They saw no point in saying goodbye to anyone. No one but Sasuke and Sakura even said hello to them. However, the click of their heels before they stepped out onto the porch let everyone know that they were leaving.

Orochimaru took out a cigarette and lit it a little further away from the entrance. They'd given up cigarettes completely during the pregnancy and after Log was born, but lately... They've been craving a cigarette. Still, they never smoked in the car or at home, not wanting their son to inhale the smoke or smell, but smoking near the gas station on their way home or near a grocery store was for now their favorite part of the day by a long shot.

Orochimaru looked at the sky. Behind the painfully similar houses in this painfully plain neighborhood, all painted in cheery pastel colors, the gray, cloudy sky seemed even gloomier.

They sighed, remembering how they and Kabuto used to sit together in the pillow house with Log, with a flashlight and a book while a storm raged outside the window.

Log's fear of thunder was a surprising development for the family. He had been born in such weather that it seemed he shouldn't have been afraid of thunder. They even had a blackout in the middle of labor, the storm was so vicious they had to deliver a child in the candlelight. Yet, it was nonetheless endearing to help him through his fear. Something about being the source of comfort for their little guy was endlessly heartwarming.

They sighed, walked over to their car, pulled out an ashtray, and tossed the cigarette bud in it after extinguishing it. They wouldn’t litter at their son’s house.

"Ah, there you are! " Sakura materialized behind them, holding several bags. "I've packed you some snacks to go! There's soda, chips, two containers of mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, fried sausages, pork chops, salad..."

"Sakura, how much do you think me and Log are eating?" Orochimaru laughed.

"Don't interrupt me! "Sakura exhaled loudly through her nostrils. Orochimaru saw Sasuke behind her back, visually signaling them not to argue. "So, there's also, uh..."

"Yogurts." Sasuke helped her.

"Yes! Yogurt. My mom got me a yogurt maker and thought maybe Log would like it. He doesn't have a lactose problem, does he?"

"No, he likes yogurt." Orochimaru smiled.

"Great! " Sakura cheered. "There's also crackers and a couple of pieces of cake. Mom brought so much food, I didn't know what to do with it. I've done a lot of cooking myself...at least take this and eat it with Log, I know you don't like cooking. I’d feel better if you ended up throwing it away, rather than me, 'cause, you know, I see mom so rarely and I adore her cooking…"

"Thank you, honey." They took the bags from her hands and stacked them on the passenger seat after turning around and hugging her. "Congratulations again. I can't wait to see you as a mother, Sakura, I think you'll fit the role very well.”

"Thanks! " She laughed, taking a step back from them and folding her palms together, "I'm so glad we moved closer to you now. My parents definitely won't be moving out of their backwaters any time soon, and I'm so glad I can at least consult with you during the pregnancy."

"Honey, call and text me with anything you have, I know how much pregnancy fuels paranoia, and I'll always help you with anything."

Sakura looked at them, got some air into her chest, and threw herself at them, folding her hands around their shoulders again. Orochimaru smiled as they hugged her, catching Sasuke's pleased look.

"I'm so glad you and I have found common ground." She sighed and pulled away. "The beginning of our relationship was a disaster. "

"You two were just too young," Orochimaru laughed. "Right, Sasuke? Who brings a bride into the house at 16, huh?"

"We didn't get married at 16, didn’t we?" Sasuke rolled his eyes.

"I can see why you were so skeptical of me back then." Sakura turned to Sasuke, "We were… young."

“Well.” Orochimaru walked to the driver's door. “That was a temporary flaw.”

The drive from the Uchichas' house took less than ten minutes. Orochimaru tried to concentrate on the road, but somehow, their thoughts kept returning to tonight's party. How sad Sakura looked the night before when they admitted that they couldn't look at the pictures of their wedding anymore. How Sasuke jokingly promised to "talk to Kabuto with his fists" if he didn't come to his senses and act like a normal father. How Sasuke and Sakura worried about their journey home and asked them to text them as soon as they arrived. They knew they started showing more and more obvious signs. They knew people could see the weight of their situation affecting them.

Their thoughts, one way or another, came down to Kabuto.

All the narrow streets with cute shops they passed held so many memories. The bakery where Kabuto always ordered cakes for their son's birthday. The café where they went for coffee every Sunday, even before their child was born. They couldn’t help, but get choked up, thinking how a few years later, hot chocolate and éclairs have been added to their usual Sunday order. They shook their head, trying once again to think only of the road.

The yellow leaves falling from the trees were sticking to the windshield and getting stuck in the. Who thought planting so many trees was a good idea?

"How dare they not ask you in advance." Kabuto's voice sounded in their head. They must have repeated that dialog a thousand times. For some reason, the medic liked trees.

Suddenly, something black ran out into the road. Orochimaru hit the brakes, holding their breath in surprise. They jumped out of the door, walking forward to see what was it they almost hit. There was a very scared black kitten sitting a few centimeters away from the car.

"Why did you run out into the road, you silly?" They picked up the kitten and moved it to the lawn next to the sidewalk. As they approached the car, a drop of water hit them on the nose. They sighed.

The rest of the way was much calmer. However, there was still this stupid pain in her ribs they felt whenever they were in this part of town. This stupid longing for what once was ordinary. By the time they pulled into the parking lot next to the house, it was pouring.

They didn't feel like going to meet their child while they were still shaken up. They exhaled and leaned back in the driver's seat, trying to push themselves to relax.

They didn't even want to look in the direction of their house. They remembered how much happiness and love the building had held and how much misery it had brought them now. They remembered how they and Kabuto had just bought this house, how they had made plans for renovations, and chosen wallpapers and flooring. How Sasuke, who was already living apart from them, had scoffed at the pastel purple colors that had been chosen for the interior of the house and how Kabuto had always argued with him for the same reason. How they had painted the walls in the nursery together, but Kabuto had been constantly distracted by hugging and kissing them, holding their still round belly. How they arranged the pictures, arguing in animated whispers about where their wedding photo would look best, while Log slept quietly in Kabuto's arms.

They hated going back to the house that smelled of dust and delivery food, remembering how they'd always eaten dinner together before, the three of them, and how Kabuto had enjoyed cooking and discussing the week's menu with them. Hated sleeping in a bed where the fucking memory foam mattress still couldn't seem to forget the outline of the other person. They hated how Log was constantly worried, now that his routine was disrupted, how he lost focus in school because of it, and the way all the teachers looked at them as they signed the paperwork to homeschool the boy. They wanted to scream when their sweet son whispered to them about his daddy and whether he would be living with them again for the first time. They hated that they couldn’t possibly tell him the answer.

They opened their eyes, only now realizing that tears had been streaming down their face all along. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and at the same moment, they slammed their fists exhaustively against the steering wheel.

How could he do this? How could he just leave everything behind? How could he leave the two of them?

They drew air into their chest, feeling like it was becoming harder to breathe. Their throat felt like it was being squeezed.

Kabuto had always been there for them. He was there for them when their arms stopped working because of a back injury. He spent hours doing exercises with them, patiently enduring their tantrums of fear and hopelessness. Had it not been for his persistence, they would probably still not have regained mobility in their fingers. He had been involved in the delivery of their child himself and was attending to their every need for months before the birth as if they were made of porcelain. He had stayed up nights and nights in a row, sitting with Log when he was sick. He had comforted them when Log had fallen face-first onto a piece of glass on a walk and then explained to Log that his scar wasn't scary when the kids on the playground started refusing to play with him.

He'd taken up so much space in their lives, and now it was as if there was no life left.

Now he was finding it difficult to maintain life with them. Now he suddenly needed "time apart" and "to feel young and alive again." At least that's what he said. Orochimaru was sure he just wanted to find someone younger and start a family with them.

They desperately wanted a second child, but nothing worked. The doctors just shrugged, there was nothing wrong with either of them, as it seemed. Orochimaru hadn't taken testosterone long enough to get pregnant, not to mention that they had never taken high doses. Their first child had even been conceived without stopping the use of hormones. Kabuto was also healthy. Nothing indicated what could have been the problem.

They were just unlucky.

At least according to the doctors.

Though Orochimaru certainly blamed themselves and only themselves. They were born with a defect and only exacerbated their condition with hormones.

Kabuto denied it, but how could he deny the obvious?

They hadn't been able to get pregnant for a year before Kabuto left.

Not counting a few miscarriages, of course. Most of them, very early. Except for the last one.

It ruined them both altogether, after which they decided to stop trying. For their good.

Sasuke had called specifically, warning them about the nature of their party tonight. He knew they were still sore about the topic, and even Sakura agreed with his decision to warn Orochimaru. Still, they had come after all. Decided to be with their child at such an important moment, even though it ended up as Sasuke thought it would. With a meltdown in the car.

They were wiping their face from tears when suddenly they heard a quiet banging on the car door. They turned their head sharply, seeing a yellow child's umbrella outside the window. Immediately they opened the door.

"Log? Why are you outside?" They asked fearfully.

The boy stood there, sniffling, tears streaming down his face. He was in his favorite blue dinosaur pajamas and rubber boots, holding tightly to the handle of his umbrella. Outside, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled.

The boy couldn't squeeze out a word, clutching the umbrella even tighter in his hands as thunder rumbled behind him.

Orochimaru jumped out of the car and scooped the child into their arms. Quickly grabbing the bags from the passenger seat, they slammed the car door shut and pressed the button on the keys, setting the car on alarm.

They practically ran into the house, dropping the packages on the floor at the entrance as they went and setting the crying child on the floor.

"Honey, why did you go out in the rain? Were you so afraid of the storm?" They began to talk, wiping tears from Log's chubby cheeks. He just shook his head.

"I was afraid..." The boy was still choking back tears. "For you."

Orochimaru sighed and sat down on the floor in front of the boy. Log squelched his nose and wiped his tears with his hands, clearly scared out of his mind, struggling to cope with his emotions. They reached forward with their hands.

"Come here, sweetheart." They smiled, the way they only smiled at their son. Log was always easily reassured by their soft, friendly smiles. The boy took a step forward and fell into their arms, and they scooped him up immediately. Log buried his face in their wet coat, gripping the fabric tightly with his hands, and they placed their palms on his hair, gently stroking the blond strands. "It's okay, baby, it's okay. Mommy's here for you now. Sorry it took me so long, I'm just a little tired.”

"Have you been crying?" The boy asked, snuggling against their chest as they pulled off his rubber boots.

"No, what are you, I just... "Their gaze met their son's. They realized they didn't want to lie to him anymore. "Yes. I was crying."

"Why?" Log sniffed.

Orochimaru looked at their son, struggling to form an answer. They’d prefer not to answer at all.

In general, Log was difficult to talk to. Long before he and Kabuto broke up when they were still together but already were visibly growing apart, Log had begun to withdraw into himself. Less talking, less playing, less socializing with the kids. But after they broke up, something in him finally broke. One-word sentences and a distant expression became the norm. His therapist argued that it should have passed with time, that he'd just taken the breakup to heart…

It's been half a year. Just recently, he had started smiling again, talking to other children on walks, clapping his hands, and jumping up and down when he was happy. Barely so, but still, it was progress. But Kabuto just had to ruin it, to ask to visit him more and disturb his routine. Orochimaru could not say no. But they could see that their son had begun to regress. The mood swings and unreasonable hopes for his father's return were not good for him.

It was just painful.

"Is it because of Daddy?" The boy asked them quietly.

"Yeah." Orochimaru sighed, mentally berating themselves for allowing themselves to act like that in front of a child. His and Kabuto's problems weren't about their son. Shouldn't have been his burden. They'd tried so hard to keep him from the bitterness of realizing their family was crumbling... but they couldn't.

Log got to his feet, stepping back, giving Orochimaru a strangely thoughtful look.

"I miss daddy, too."

Orochimaru swallowed the lump in their throat and averted their gaze. They got to their feet, pulling off their high-heeled shoes. Log looked at them attentively. They couldn’t bear talking about his father. Not to him at least.

"Aunt Sakura sent over a lot of goodies," They spoke up, picking up the bags, and putting on a cheerful appearance again. "What do you want for dinner? There's mashed potatoes, mac and cheese..."

"Is it my fault Daddy's not coming back?" Log suddenly asked.

Orochimaru froze with the bags in their hands. The boy looked at them with his childishly sincere big eyes, now filled with a sadness that was so inappropriate for his sweet face. They walked past him, putting the bags on the table. They had to be silent for a second, gathering their thoughts so they wouldn't just start crying in front of him again. He shouldn't feel this way. No child deserves this.

"No, honey. Daddy loves you. He loves you very much." They saw the boy look at them with a silent question in his eyes.

Why.

"It's just..." They pulled out a container of sausage. "Daddy doesn't love me anymore. He wants to try living without me around. That's why he doesn't come often."

Tears treacherously rolled down their cheeks. Log immediately ran to them, hugging their legs. He just couldn't reach any higher. They reached lower, picking him up in their arms and kissing his cheek, smiling sadly.

"It happens." They began. "Adults are very stupid and rarely know what they want. Your dad thought he was happy, but he realized he wasn't. Now Daddy looks for happiness in other people and other things. But you, honey, will always be his happiness, as you'll always be mine too."

"Why aren't you his happiness anymore? " Log tried to repeat the gesture that Orochimaru was making, awkwardly brushing the tears away from their cheeks, causing them to start smiling.

"I don't fully know myself. I'm not sure your dad knows the answer either. He just feels that way." Orochimaru sighed and put Log down on the ground. They looked at the bags. "Shall we have cake for dinner tonight?"

"Yes!" The boy was immediately enthusiastic.

"Great, it's decided! " Orochimaru clapped their hands. ”Now you and I are going to wash up, get changed, and go watch Bluey and eat cake, right?"

Log started jumping in place from excitement, upon hearing that he was also going to be allowed to watch TV while he ate. That was normally strictly forbidden.

"Well, go to the bathroom and wash your hands and face, I'll get you some clean pajamas and come over, okay?"

The boy nodded cheerfully and ran to the bathroom.

"Don't run! You'll slip!" Orochimaru shouted back at him and sighed.

They looked at their reflection in the mirror, hanging at the entrance of the house, not that far from the kitchen, and shook their head.

They should also wash their face.

[pemebi]

I'm bored, can't draw for now and I'm going to write some omega verse kaishin sfw

This is cringe, ya gonna die with cringe, be careful

Btw no help of google traductor this time soo.... uuuuhhh sorry?

Ok, they are a bit old in this one, 26+

Kaito - Alpha

Shinichi - Omega

They been dating for a long time

Kaito has this wonderful heist, well, not so wonderful because Meitantei didn't participate even if he was near and watched everything with the public, damn, he even spend the time talking with someone that Kaito didn't manage to recognize at the distance

Kaito is in a sour mood.

he decides to approach and question what happened

"…not that I'm a masochist and I missed having you kicking those damn footballs at me, but I feel offended that my favorite critic didn’t even attempted to catch me."

Shinichi just make a disinterested gesture.

"well, what I can say, something more important happened, new priorities"

"More important than me?" "Yup, and... oh god, this is hard to say" "You are wounding me… so… is… there another person?" "mmm… yes?" "Meitantei, you where cheating on me, on my own heist?! how dare you?!"

Shinichi just stares at Kaito with a very bored expression, he isn’t a bit amused.

"No, I'm not cheating, stupid, here, read this" "what's this?" "Info about this new person" "You are giving me info about my enemy, the one who stole your attention in my heist? oooh, the poor bastard is gonna have a hard time, can't wait to meet him and---

Kaito is reading a blood pregnancy test, is positive

"I wanted to have more conclusive evidence" "…can't wait to meet him and dote him and oh god I'm gonna become a father?!" "Kaito are you crying?" "I'm overflowing with emotions after getting my heart destroyed and reconstructed in the span of one minute of course I'm crying dammit!!"

------

Later

Heiji: how did it go?

Shinichi: he thought I was cheating at first, with you, I think.

Kaito: YOUR WORDING DID-NOT-HELP

[willyoudothefandango143]

Driving with Muichiro in a silly car toy...

Explanation: The reader is a goofy lil person and brings a cursed barbie toy car to the headquarters... Then makes Muichiro join them.

Things: I wrote this having a platonic relationship in mind but It's alright If you imagine something romantic! I tried not to add anything that would mention this. Reader is gender neutral! I know that in taisho era there wasn't much cars and they didn't look like this but yea...!

Warnings: None! :3

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The hashira meeting finished... Muichiro stayed at the headquarters, he was about to leave when the clouds caught his attention. He spaced out and forgot what he was about to do...

A few minutes passed, then he heard a familiar voice yell "Vroom, vroom!". He knew the person well and who they are to him but wasn't sure what's their name... What was It? [Misspelled version of Y/N] or [Y/N]? Well, It doesn't matter... He turned his head to the person and saw them driving in a very suprising car toy...

The toy car was barbie themed and had barbie 'sticker things' all over It... Well, not really stickers, they were painted on the car's outside walls but they had that extra white outline over them which made them look like stickers to Muichiro. The background was pink and there was a text written that spelled "Slay gurl!".

The places to sit in were even worse... The one [Y/N] was sitting in, the driver sit had a huge barbie painted over It. (So they were basically sitting on barbie but we don't talk about that...) while the other one had ken painted over It in the same way... "That's unusual." Muichiro thought to himself.

[Y/N] drove beside him and waved, still holding the wheel with her other hand.

"Took a toes! You must join me!"

"*Took a toes...? Was that my name? No... It's Tokito.*" he thinks to himself, then verbally replies.

"No... I cannot. As a hashira, It would be unprofessional."

[Y/N] pouts, pretending to be very offended.

"But that's mean... Pretty please~?"

They make puppy eyes. He's being manipulated into saying yes but he holds the urge back...

"I'm a hashira, I can't. The answer is no."

"Pleasee?"

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

And It continued. Muichiro tried to walk away, he couldn't. Their car was following him. Muichiro tried to run. There was no escape. So he finally agreed...

"Fine... But only for a bit and only because you wouldn't leave me alone. I hope you're happy."

"Yup!"

So Muichiro slowly sat down, proceeded with very much caution and a disgusted face...

The sit he was supposed to hop on had a ken painted over It... But then, If he didn't sit down then [Y/N] would bother him for a lifetime being.

"Okay.. Let's get this over with." Muichiro said with little to no interest.

[Y/N] immediately started driving, the whole scene was very chaotic... They kept crashing into trees and [Y/N] turned on a very weird song.

Everytime a fellow hashira noticed him driving in the silly toy car with [Y/N], Muichiro would look away and his face would get red out of embarrassment. He was a hashira afterall, he wasn't supposed to act like this!

But then, It was quite enjoyable to do this with [Y/N]... He finally could do something childish, something that his job didn't really allow him to...

author's note: This is the first time I have written something in half a month so I hope that It is good! Hashira's reactions to the whole scene coming soon!

[riotwritesthings]

Come on, Baby, Won't You Give Me Some?

WinterIron - M, 700 - Fluff, Humor, post-confession, post-coital, afterglow, aftermath

After the confessions and the getting together, Tony and Bucky revisit an old conversation. Namely, ‘clothes everywhere, everyone’s sweaty and sore and covered in bite marks.’

This has been sitting in my drafts forever and idk I'm just on a finishing things kick. plz enjoy.

Sequel to I Want Love in the Aftermath

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With a final groan, Tony lets himself collapse down on top of Bucky. Their sweat-slicked skin slides together in a way that would no-doubt have Tony’s cock trying to fill again if he were just a couple of years younger, but as it is all of his muscles feel like pulled taffy and Tony isn’t even sure he can move at the moment.

“Holy fuck,” he sighs into the warm skin of Bucky’s throat, more than a little stunned at just how unbelievable that had been. Tony is no stranger to crazy amazing sex, but holy fuck.

Bucky lets out a hum of agreement, his hands moving over Tony’s back. After a second he adds “I think your elbow is digging into my spleen.”

“You’re tough, you’ll live without your spleen,” Tony says and doesn’t even pretend to consider moving. His thighs are starting to ache and protest being spread wide on either side of Bucky’s hips, but that’s not going to move him either.

“Heartless,” Bucky says with a heavy sigh that has his chest rising and falling, and Tony along with it.

“That’s not what you said earlier,” Tony points out, a wide smile taking over his face. He lifts his head just enough to point his grin up at Bucky as he teases, “You said that I have a giant heart.”

“I don’t remember that,” Bucky says with a sniff, and he’s doing a terrible job of fighting down the smile growing on his face.

“Yup,” Tony says, popping his lips on the last letter, but his teasing tone is ruined by the fond warmth that fills his voice as he continues, “In fact, you said you love my giant heart, you just can’t stay away.” He waits while Bucky makes a couple of thoughtful noises, like he hadn’t said those exact words an hour ago, and then Tony adds, ”Also, my ass. I very distinctly remember you saying that you love my ass.”

“I sure do,” Bucky acknowledges with a huff of laughter, and then rolls over onto his side without warning.

Tony makes a sound caught somewhere between a squawk and a groan as he’s dumped onto the mattress, Bucky’s cock finally slipping out of him in the process. Once he stops bouncing slightly, he doesn’t hesitate to throw an arm over Bucky and snuggle in closer with a lazy sigh.

When he catches sight of his arm, though, Tony’s eyes widen. He lifts his head again so he can start taking inventory of the clear teeth marks that litter his skin, along his arm and all across his chest. There are hickies down his stomach, covering his thighs, and Tony laughs abruptly as a memory comes back to him.

“What?” Bucky asks, eyebrow raised and lips twitching like he’s trying to decide if he should be offended or laugh along.

“You weren’t kidding about the bite marks,” Tony says with a wiggle of his eyebrows, “‘the aftermath’ indeed.”

Bucky’s eyebrows pull together adorably in confusion before he clearly remembers the same conversation that Tony did. The one from several months ago, when they each walked into the kitchen only to be ambushed by most of the team demanding to know their preferred term for afterglow.

Tony doesn’t remember most of the conversation, but he definitely remembers Bucky’s answer. It had haunted him and he’s feeling pretty pleased that he finally got to experience it firsthand, especially when a smug grin starts to spread across Bucky’s face.

“Whoops,” Bucky says, dry and not at all apologetic, and Tony laughs as he sidles in a little closer.

Bucky pulls him in with a low, happy sound, brushing the hair away from Tony’s forehead before placing a kiss in the same spot. They lapse into a comfortable silence, tangled together and running their hands lazily over every inch of skin that they can reach. Tony makes a soft noise of complaint when Bucky pulls back just enough to look down at him, but reluctantly squints his eyes open.

”I never asked,“ Bucky says, like he can’t believe it’s just occurring to him, ”what was your answer to that question?“

Tony actually has to think for a second before he remembers, and then he feels a heated smirk spread across his face.

“Foreplay,” he says, and isn’t surprised at all when Bucky yanks him into another kiss.

[kaija-rayne-author]

Why do people feel Solas has betrayed everyone?

I see a lot of impassioned reactions about him that consistently label his actions as betrayal, but none of it actually is?

I dunno if it's because I'm neurodivergent or because I'm an editor and words have actual meanings, or what, but I'm just not seeing it.

Post contains spoilers for DA:I, the books and games.

All definitions from here are taken from Merrium-Webster.

First, some definitions.

NT = Neurotypical

ND = Neurodivergent

Betray:

to lead astray

to deliver to an enemy by treachery

to fail or desert especially in time of need

to reveal unintentionally

Traitor:

one who betrays another's trust or is false to an obligation or duty

one who commits treason

Treason:

the offense of attempting by overt acts to overthrow the government of the state to which the offender owes allegiance or to kill or personally injure the sovereign or the sovereign's family

Treachery:

violation of allegiance or of faith and confidence

Seduce:

to persuade to disobedience or disloyalty

to lead astray usually by persuasion or false promises

to carry out the physical seduction of: entice to sexual intercourse

Action by action, it's really damned confusing to me that so many people label Solas as they do. I'm well used to my favourite characters always being misunderstood, but sheesh.

So, he wakes up from uthenera. He's a bit groggy and doesn't have access to all of his power. As someone who became disabled through illness, it's really obvious to me that he very likely panicked. Coping with a decrease in ability (physical, mental, magical, I doubt the specifics matter much) is horrific. You suddenly and inexplicably can't do what you've always done? That's absolutely panic territory. And because (only because) he thinks he knows what will happen, he allows his orb to be found by the venatori, who then take it to Corypheus.

He can't be delivering something to the enemy at that point. Despite him becoming an enemy, especially to the Inquisitor, neither the Inquisitor nor the Inquisition actually exist yet and Corypheus is not yet the enemy. At that point, Inky is still home, never dreaming something like the events of DA:I will happen to them.

It's rash, foolish, poorly thought out, arrogant... it's a lot of things, it's just not what people usually label Solas with.

Without Coryphifish blowing up the Temple of Sacred Ashes, there wouldn't be an Inquisitor or an Inquisition. It may never have been necessary. In the writing world we call that the 'inciting incident'.

The massive crater in the mountain clues Solas in to the fact that he fucked up.

Instead of running off, he finds whoever is fighting or setting themselves up to fight Corypants.

Solas takes responsibility for the fuck up, owns that he did indeed fuck up, even if it's only to himself, and does everything up to and including giving the Inquisition his home, (if you believe that Skyhold was actually his), to help. (I personally do, the circumstances point to it having been his.)

He supports Inky and the Inquisition even if you royally piss him off in a 'make Solas hate me' run.

He was actually difficult to get to hate me, he's so accepting.

So there's no leading anyone astray, not in any way.

I've pointed out before that he's probably mentally ill and struggling during, at minimum, the first part of Inquisition, but he still does what he can to help.

He doesn't reveal anything unintentionally to anyone, nor has he. Except for maybe all the many many instances of foreshadowing about his identity that he delivers because he really doesn't hide or lie very well at all. It's kinda hilarious when he tries.

Anything he learned that he may/may not use against the Inquisition he learned through observation. So even there, he's not trying to persuade anyone into disobedience or disloyalty. He's not even being disloyal or betraying another's trust, nor is he false to an obligation or duty. Is he spying? Yup! But someone spying isn't automatically betrayal.

We may/may not assume that he's tried to convince people to fight with him, because he does have agents, including double agents, but that's all that is, an assumption. It's never shown.

The only obligations or duties Solas could be disloyal to, especially at the beginning of the game, is his self-imposed obligation to fixing what he broke for the elves.

The world has moved on, developed, and grown through the disaster he created as a way to avoid an even bigger disaster. (The freed Evanuris is described as pretty damned disastrous.) If he did absolutely nothing more than help fix his Coryphifish screw up, it would be, if not admirable, at least understandable. Can you imagine how tired that elf has to be? Even though he just woke up from a millenia long nap?

No one else could really blame him if he just, didn't do it. He's likely one of the very few Elvehnan left. Few if any are going to A) Recognize him or B) Blame him for everything that happened over, at minimum, a thousand years ago. Even Abelas, who you can argue does recognize him (he says Inky's mark/the anchor 'looks familiar') doesn't sock Solas one. Doesn't Abelas say something in response to Solas hoping he'll find a new name with something like 'like you?'

'Yes, like me'. If I recall correctly is Solas's response.

Dude has been fighting for literal ages. He's likely rather sick of it by now. Just defusing his own spell (that created the veil) is the work of actual years according to the story in Tevinter Nights named Dread Wolf Take You. He's probably wishing he'd stayed asleep. I would be.

There's a cut scene that plays every time Inky swears a new agent in.

It's never shown for the original people who created the Inquisition, I doubt that's unintentional. We assume he's taken a vow of loyalty to the Inquisition, but it’s never shown. I take that to mean it never happened. No vow, no betrayal. So, despite people's assumptions, he doesn't actually betray anyone's trust nor is he false to an obligation or duty. The only thing he's false to is other people's assumptions. He's never sworn his allegiance to anyone since he woke up. So he can't very well break that allegiance.

Inky, despite their power, is not a head of state, and they don't have a family other than their clan. Solas never acts against them. The Inquisition is not a government, so he can't actually be accused of treason. Not accurately and fairly, anyway.

In fact, he hasn't yet actually acted against anyone but the qunari and other enemies of the Inquisitor/Inquisition. He's said what he thinks will happen when he pulls down the veil, (world may have to burn line) but just like he had no idea what putting up the veil would do, he has no experience in what taking it down will do. No one does. Just what he thinks is likely, and frankly, the Coryphifish situation clearly shows how wrong Wolfie can be. And he really could have done so much more to help himself while with the Inquisition.

Someone like him doesn't survive possible millennia in Elvehnan without learning how to manipulate people. It's basically something a lot of ND people learn out of a hard wired need to survive. Even though we're constantly dehumanized, we have all the same instincts and needs as any other human-ish type. He could have done so much more to help himself. He didn't.

He doesn't leave until after Corypheus is vanquished. Even as far as assumptions of loyalty go, he wasn't disloyal.

You can argue that he fails or deserts a Romanced Inky in a time of need when he breaks it off with her. But to be frankly honest, Inky has been throwing herself at him basically from the start if you're asking him stuff on a Romance arc. He didn't pursue her, she pursued him. It's honestly not on him if she didn't communicate her expectations for a relationship with him.

You can argue that 'Inky trusted him', but to my world weary perception, all I can say is maybe she should actually, I dunno, get to know someone before trusting them that much? Him telling her stories isn't really the best way to actually understand him. That takes two way communication. And as bad of a liar as he's shown himself to be, if she'd actually gotten to know him, she'd likely have seen through his wet-paper-towel disguise.

So let's address a Romanced Lavellan. Solas actually goes out of his way to not seduce her. His feelings for her are so shocking and fill him with such terror that he breaks up with her. Even when he breaks up with her, his words are 'I've distracted you from your duty'. So he's literally doing the exact opposite of seduction.

As of Trespasser, it's even confirmed that he and Lavellan were never sexually intimate, because 'he wouldn't lay with someone under false pretenses'. That's actually pretty honourable, in my opinion. Many people lie just to get laid, the fact that he does the opposite should probably count for something, shouldn't it?

Ah, but what about Felassan? Nah, that's not a gotcha. We know from Solas's voiced lines and his reaction to Blackwall's revelation that betrayal is anathema to him. 'Betrayal is always worse'.

And even though I love the character, if Felassan was actually working for Solas, (and it's never confirmed by name or even description that he was), he dies for disloyalty. And it's also never confirmed textually or in game that it actually was Solas who killed him. That's another assumption.

Weekes is an absolute master at manipulating people's assumptions.

I don't expect to change people's minds about a fictional game character, feel how you feel about Solas. It's cool. I just love breaking fiction down to analyze it and people's reactions to it. It's fascinating to me.

But y'all need to understand that words means things. I'd suggest that people actually use the words that describe whatever they're feeling accurately. I have alexithymia, please trust me when I say I get how hard it can be to identify and label emotions. It's still worth the effort.

I get that a lot of people feel betrayed by Solas because they assumed things about him, but you're really just annoyed at your assumptions.

Just because someone breaks your heart when no relationship talk has taken place doesn't mean they've betrayed you. A couple of kisses and an admission of love does not a life partnership make.

Not telling people about yourself immediately isn't treasonous. Where in the world is that idea even coming from? It's not anyone's right to know everything about another person. It's rather entitled to say it is. And like, would anyone have actually believed him?

Nope.

'Oh, yeah, uh, I'm this mythical freedom fighter with a really bad rep but um, I'm not really like that?'

Phhhffft.

I really hope it isn't his neurodivergent coding that makes a lot of people dislike him and not give him the benefit of the doubt, but I have an inkling it might be.

Gods know so many people treat living NDs badly. Why not a fictional one?

We do tend to set off the 'uncanny valley' effect in NTs. 'I don't know what it is about that person, but they're just creepy and I don't like them' is often code for 'that person is neurodivergent and bound to be rejected'. But we're just as human as you are.

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[rriavian]

@aisalynn reblogged a post that led to an idea, which led to this, which is now almost 3200 words and almost done. The full fic fits other prompts too but I won't spoil.

Please take this as my 'sorry I'm keeping you waiting for Courting the King I hope this helps tide you over' fic. My brain is fried this evening so no cat Dream, but this didn't need any additions, just an edit. Though tbh I'll probably tweak it a little more. Hope you enjoy!

So - 1/5 times circumstance rendered Dream or the Corinthian nearly unconscious.

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Dream punishes him.

And by the time it’s over the Corinthian can’t even remember what he’d done. 

It must have been bad—the king’s really done a number on him, really put some effort in—has his body singing in all the right ways. Nightmare or not he still has one, not defined by flesh, yet a body still for all a human would call it merely concept. The Corinthian realises he’s on his side, cheek against a hard, stone floor, spends a moment memorising the texture as it grates against his skin. It’s nice, should be remembered, should be enjoyed, and once it is the Corinthian rolls lazily onto his back. The limbs don’t quite work, as far as motion goes it’s rather inelegant actually, but who cares about that.

The Corinthian feels raw.

Dream has knelt down next to him, hand reaching for his shoulder, and when fingers touch him the Corinthian flinches with a moan, looks up with a smirk. Fuck but he’s pretty. The Corinthian is dazzled by blinding white light, drawls—

“Heya darlin’”

It sounds more like a slur.

Dream stands, smiles. “Such spirit.”

The sentiment is familiar. Or maybe it’s the tone. The Corinthian squints a little, flesh shivering over teeth, tries to keep Dream’s face in focus so he can puzzle it out. Eventually he gives up—needs time to heal, to calm—his nerves the grit of sand, so very inhuman and yet dazed like one. How annoying. It must have taken some time for Dream to satisfy his ire, if it even is satisfied at all, because though the Corinthian thinks he remembers saying sorry it’s hazy, unclear.

In any case he’s not saying it again.  

Instead he sighs, smirks and knows it looks more than a little pleased, a satisfaction all his own. He’ll probably feel embarrassed about this later; so boneless after punishment, hating them because of it, but the Corinthian is currently far too blissed out to care. He doesn’t think he’s supposed to feel like this though, what with the way Dream’s looking at him, doesn’t think he was made to.

But if the Corinthian wasn’t made to enjoy it then that means this is treason.

So maybe it’s ok.

“Can’t break a nightmare with what I do as a day job beautiful.” The Corinthian’s still slurring, loose lipped, is definitely earning himself further punishment with how he’s leering. He adds a wink just to make sure, to tip the scales, to seal the deal. “Damn good foreplay though. Really needed that.”

“I suppose pleasure is as good a way as any to keep you in line.” Dream says dryly. 

There’s intrigue in his eyes.

The Corinthian snorts, yawns, is surprised enough by it to pause. He blinks, grins and then says. “Fuck I’d love to shove my cock down your throat.”

It’s probably not what Dream usually hears after a punishment.

The Corinthian has already earned himself another.

May as well keep going.

“Yup.” He adds, speaks as if Dream has agreed, closes his eyes a moment to shiver with the gall of that, can’t help it, teeth yearning as he opens them. “Think you’d look hot on your knees. On your back too. Or sitting on my lap while I bounce you on my cock.”

Dream laughs; softly, disbelief and amusement, seems to be delighted rather than offended by his nerve. “Really.”

“Mhm.” The Corinthian tries to sit up, sways, braces himself against Dream’s knee so he doesn’t crumple back to the floor. It’s good knee, solid—more so than he is right now, which isn’t really hard—he curls towards it, sighs and then sags, lets it support his weight. “You’d look so fucking pretty.”

He twists his torso a little more, shuffles closer, and ok now his head is resting closer to Dream’s thigh than to his knee but oh well.

It’s a good thigh too.

Beneath Dream’s soft silk robe and even softer skin—under the rope of tendons, of muscle, underneath all of that—the Corinthian knows that he’ll find bone. He feels it under his hand, wants to rip it out, wants to break it, will tenderly carve nerves and tendons away until he finds it white amongst the blood. The Corinthian sighs, smirks, nuzzles happily at Dream’s thigh as he imagines it, embraces blasphemy, thinks it bold and bright.

A hand drifts down to his hair.

It doesn’t do anything, no curl of fingers reaching back, just rests motionless on his head. And that’s probably a warning but if so then good. 

The Corinthian loves warnings.

Or, more specifically, he loves ignoring them.

“Promise you’ll like it.” He mumbles; cheek pressed against soft fabric, no sharp grit here to match that of the floor, something worth memorising all the same. “Eventually. After I’ve hurt you a little. Maybe a lot.”

Dream is dangerously gentle when he pulls the Corinthian’s head back.

He still can’t really even feel the grip on his hair and he knows that’s dangerous because it means this is a prelude. It’s build up. A stoop to what’s unnecessary; Dream doesn’t need to build suspense, not for this, doesn’t entertain while he punishes. That’s saved for special occasions, special affronts.

Not everyone gets it.

Dream’s expression is rather severe—always is really, such a pretty thing, even set in this permanent pout—features cut from stone, from glass. It’s set there like calibration. As always the ozone burn of his fading wrath is terrible to behold, the desolation following a fire far surpassing the ache felt while it’s burning, no adrenaline fuelled destruction found in a silent field of bones.

Oh, the Corinthian thinks in a daze, grinning giddily. 

He must be really mad. 

(Or really pleased)