#But God I KNOW no one talks about parental issues without their own bit of personal projection
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My Deltarune Pet Peeve is criticizing Toriel for being an emotiobally absent mother, making a speech about how all of Toriel's flaws are major problems in Kris's life, ignoring she's a single working mom with a full-time job in which she can't afford to snap at anyone because she's the authority figure in the room, because she's the emotional pillar for a lot of people, and then say nothing about how Asgore 'forgets his kids physical boundaries' 'unemployed to the point he's facing eviction' 'maintains a facade of strength when he's a deppressed mess' Dreemurr might've affected Kris's ability to care for themselves. Or even regarding Asriel, who had the time to look after Kris, and a better place to ask them what's affecting them, and a tracked history of maintaining distance from Kris while his friends bully them, but who doesn't get entire paragraphs described to how he might've created Kris's dependent state.
It takes more than one parent to raised a child y'know???
(This isn't a post to shit on Asriel OR Asgore. For all their failings, they're flawed but kind people who want to help people. Asriel himself was young when his parents divorced, and presumably couldn't rely on anyone for his own problems. Asgore... was a cop, which IS a moral failing, but he also doesn't deserve shit for being at the butt end of society, unemployed, alone, being C. Holiday's financial chew toy, and without the ability to ask for help without being a huge burden for somebody else. But if you are capable of understanding that, then you are also capable of understanding Toriel has not had the freedom to suddenly intervene in her child's life without fear of 'being an over-controlling parent', and making Kris's situation worse.)
Toriel IS aware Kris has problems, that's why she pushes them to go outside and connect to people! It's why she gets so happy Susie's there! It's why she asks Alphys how they're doing!
Toriel is also probably aware that Kris is more than a bit sensitive, that they like their privacy, that pushing them too hard will make them deppressed and keep on having self-esteem issues! It's why she's so hesitant to actually intervene!
All things considered, Toriel is a good mother, of course people like her, and more definitely, Kris likes her.
#deltarune#deltarune meta#meta#toriel#kris#(This isn't a post to ignore how Toriel's emotional aloofness compounds Kris's existing communication problems.#She cuts off outside interference and has a tendency to snap emotionally at random times.)#But by GOD do I hate how unsympathetic the conversation surrounding Toriel is.#And I hate how it only centers Toriel as the central figure in Kris's life.#And completely ignores how the rest of the town is privy to Kris's family drama.#There's more than a bit of personal projection here#But God I KNOW no one talks about parental issues without their own bit of personal projection#Only tangentially related but Toriel is to Kris what Rudy is to Noelle#And until I see 3 paragraph dissertations on how Rudy's parenting techniques fucked Noelle up#I don't want another essay on how Toriel has messed up as a mother#(He's a good father he doesn't deserve the scrutiny)#The nitpicking! Is not a hot take! Especially in recent times! It's very mysoginistic actually!#ugh#fandom discourse#my shame#but I felt this was enough of a trend in the fandom that I wanted to do my own post about Toriel and Kris#Soilai's Labyrinth#this isn't very polished but I don't think it'd be as effective if it was#Politely message me if you disagree#i might answer one day
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A HH Lucifer-centric AU 9/?
PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22
Whew! Even though there's so much work later, I somehow wrote a kinda long one.
Also,
I have the major plot points down now. As for the ending, I saw a comic on twitter and will definitely take inspiration for it.
I'm very excited for this.
Will be reqriting this better after it's finished and MAYBE.. I'll have the confidence to post it on ao3.
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Charlie doesn't dare to move even after her father left. She doesn't know how long she stayed kneeling on the ground, staring at the spot where her dad once was.
She can't stop her tears. Is this stress? No. Maybe it's the daddy issues Husk is always talking about.
She hurt her dad again. But he also caused her hurt first and-
Charlie: No! Oh my god. Do I really think that?
Lately, they are becoming each other's undoing. She knows she has the right to be angry, but ...
She can see that he's really trying. Doing everything she asks of him, fixing the hotel, staying at the hotel to help and support her, even getting along with Alastor - now that she thinks about it, what's up with her dad and Alastor?
That's how Vaggie found her- still on the ground, face adorned with dried tears tracks, and definitely deep in thought.
Vaggie: Sweetie? You okay?
Charlie: Vaggie
The dam broke and she was crying again. Charlie hugs her lover tight. Vaggie's shirt was getting wet from tears and snot but she just hugged back just as tightly.
Vaggie: What happened?
Charlie: D-dad.. he- he- wahhhhh
Vaggie: Is he okay? Did something happen? Did he.. did he do something to you?
Charlie: No, Vaggie! More like I did something to him! He was here, in our room, wanting to talk! But I-I-I was so happy. And then he said he was leaving and-and then he said I'll be handling pride and- I wahhh
Charlie didn't know how she had any more tears left to give. Just rethinking what just happened makes her even more miserable.
Vaggie: Wait, wait. Leaving? Why? Didn't he just got here and what about the thing in Sloth??
Charlie sniffs.
Charlie: He said it's related to it- that he needs to find something, no, someone. He didn't want to go without saying goodbye and I just.. exploded.
She nuzzles her face on the fallen angel's neck.
Charlie: I don't want to lose my dad, Vaggie.
Vaggie doesn't know what to say if she's being honest. She wants to be mad at Lucifer. Like, how could a parent who claims they adore their child amongst everything else abandon said child. Lucifer wasn't there when Charlie wouldn't get out of bed whenever her birthday came up, he wasn't there when Vaggie caught her staring at the family portrait full of wishful thinking, or when she cries calls out to her parents in her sleep, or-
But she can't. Because he's trying just like she was back then. They're both doing a little redemption on their own- it just happens to be for the same person.
So she understands. To hurt and to be hurt.
Vaggie: I haven't known your dad for very long, Charlie. But I can tell that... he cares. Yes, he's awkward, a bit socially inept, and has his own issues. But, there's one constant in everything he does.
Charlie: What's that?
Vaggie: You, dummy. He loves you more than anything. He probably made the deal with Heaven to spare Hellborns because of you, now that I think about it. My point is, there is no way in the seven rings of hell that he won't put you above everything.
Charlie is about to protest but Vaggie cuts her off.
Vaggie: Uh! He will. You know why?
Charlie: Why?
Vaggie: Because you're his daughter. It's just how parents are.
Vaggie pulls them both up and they gaze into each other's eyes lovingly.
Charlie: What would I do without you, Vaggie?
Vaggie: Still be your amazing self, I'm sure. I hope you guys resolve this, though. Maybe you could convince him to try other dating options. I don't like this whole thing going on with your dad and Alastor.
They laugh and share a kiss.
Her girlfriend was right. This is how her dad is. He's willing to be better for her.
I want to be better for him too.
....
Wait.
Charlie: What?!
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What to look forward to in Part 10:
Lucifer in Sloth.
Going to Earth.
#hazbin lucifer#hazbin hotel#hazbin alastor#hazbin charlie#hazbin angel dust#hazbin husk#hazbin vaggie#hazbin nifty#hazbin cherri bomb#hazbin sir pentious#hazbin hotel lucifer#hazbin hotel alastor#hazbin hotel charlie#hazbin hotel vaggie#hazbin hotel husk#hazbin hotel angel dust#hazbin hotel cherri bomb#hazbin hotel sir pentious#hazbin hotel niffty#hazbin lilith#vivziepop#hazbin hotel au#hazbin hotel fanfiction#hazbin hotel fics#hazbin hotel fic recs#hazbin hotel fanfic#hazbin hotel headcanon#hazbin hotel imagines#radioapple#lucifer x alastor
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hi sweetie, it's the same anon again! i hope im not bothering you coming again in your inbox.
anyway! what you did write was so so so good, for real, you did a amazing, even heavenly work with it. and i even cried a bit while reading it (a thing i normally wouldn't do) because, u know, dad issues sometimes slap hard.
oh! and also (if it's not a problem for u, of course) i would like to ask for whatever is easier to u for kratos with a reader that is motherly to atreus but their relationship is platonic (just like the other ask i did because i just live for platonic relationships with kratos. it's just so cute!!)
(maybe i'll start to be a recurrent anon in here so, if you accept emoji anons, could i be the 🌙 anon, pretty please?? :) )
kratos, atreus x motherly reader (platonic)
note: hey there 🌙 anon ;) ofc! your wish is my command. after this request, i'm convinced we are soulmates, i think we both lack some parent attention :(( if you ever want to talk, don't forget i'm always here!
warnings: none
there was one pretty known rule, if atreus respected someone, so did kratos
he trusted his son's judgment, although it did often lead to trouble
you kind of just appeared randomly and instantly joined their little group, fitting in the dynamic perfectly
kratos was first sceptical of you, a total stranger hanging around him and his boy?
but after seeing how his son warmed up to you, he gave you a chance
atreus was practically in love with you the moment he met you, the way you made the boy feel special still suprised him
constantly checking up on him if he's feeling alright
you always worry during fights if he's ok and still breathing, while getting you ass kicked by some draugr
you prepare him and kratos special meals that involve their favourite food, but don't lack vitamins or protein
you convince atreus it's the "god's meals" that makes him bigger and stronger, and the poor boy believes it
you run after him when he leaves the house without at least two layers, worrying he'll get sick (especially during fimbullwinter)
despite atreus hearing your compliments every day, he still blushes crazy and mutters a cute "thanks"
he always comes to you when kratos can't seem to listen to him, seeking advice from you
"but he doesn't understand me at all, it's like he only cares about himself!"
"atreus, honey, he's just stressed. you broke your arm by trying to tame a bear the other day"
there were some situations where he even slipped out a quick "mom" while thanking you or apologizing
you were suprised however you didn't tease him about it
atreus saw you as a mother, and incredibly appreciated you, especially since the loss of his own mother ;((
the boy grew very fond of you and couldn't imagine a life without your affection and words <3
and so did his father...
although it was a little bit different...
kratos saw the way you treat him and his son, and he definitely appreciated it
he saw the way you fussed over him when he got a nasty hit, using your first aid knowledge, to help him ease the pain
the way you helped him make atreus' arrows, and told him to rest while you keep watch during journeys
the way you took care of their clothes, washing them at least once in a while to keep them clean
the way you cleaned the house while they were gone, so they could both return to a clean and warm home
the way you calmed him down and tried to explain that shouting at atreus won't help anyone
the way you gave him small tips on how to deal with his boy
the way you brought him a glass of water and talked whenever he had a nightmare
you do everything you can to give them a good and easy life, and honestly he appreciated every little small thing
"y/n, thank you" he once whispered, sitting next to you at the campfire
atreus was already sleeping lightly, laying his head on your lap while you were gently caressing
you turned around slightly and sent him a big smile "no problem kratos, i'll do anything to protect you guys both"
and in that moment, he swore he saw faye.
#gow x reader#atreus x reader#kratos x reader#kratos x you#god of war fanfiction#gow mimir#gow atreus#gow kratos#god of war x reader#god of war#🌙 anon#gow kratos x reader#gow atreus x reader#god of war x y/n#.atreus#.kratos
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heeey, can I request a one shot of Baldur x fem reader?, where the reader is the daughter of kratos or related to him.
• One Day •
Pairing: Baldur X Female!Reader
Summary: Being the daughter of Kratos and older sister of Atreus, you find yourself questioning some of your actions. Someone helps you take your mind off it a bit.
Deep in the Wildwoods, it was safe and serene. Just like your mother intended it to be. To keep you and your little brother safe. From what? Everything.
Being the daughter of Kratos and the older sister of Atreus was never easy. Still, you adored your family. As distant as your father was, or as impatient - at times - as your brother could be, they were all you had.
Since you were old enough, your father trusted that you could take care of yourself when alone. And now he was off somewhere helping Atreus learn to hunt. Atreus wanted you to accompany them, but your father said, "No. He must learn himself." It was a cold thing of your father to say, but that's what your father always was: cold.
"Your mind." A hand grabbed your face in a somewhat gentle grip, "It's clouded..." Bright, icy eyes met your own, "But with what?"
You sighed, the cold air could be seen leaving you mouth. It hit the face of the man you were staring at, but of course he didn't mind it. He didn't feel it. "Nothing," Your hand caressed the side of his face, "It's just that... If my father-"
"Your father can't control you." Baldur's grip tightened without his knowledge. Only when your face twisted slightly did he realise and let go. "I won't let your father keep you from me."
It had been some time since you and Baldur first met. He almost killed you, until he realised it wasn't you he was looking for. He then said, "You're weak. I'll spare you whatever bit of a life you still have to live." Only the gods know how you two managed to get together after that.
Though, somehow, you both managed to find topics to talk about. You both had... Issues with your parents, in a way. Baldur had it much worse with his mother. As you both grew closer, he told you about his curse. How it ruined his life. And how he wanted to rid himself of it. He was angry, so very angry, yet somehow, you calmed him. Your very presence made him forget, if only for a moment, that he was cursed. And when he realised that, he never wanted to let you go.
Baldur and Kratos fought before. You know that. And yet, you still chose him. A god. An Aesir. It worried you that your father wouldn't want to know you as his daughter if he knew who you were with. Who you were going against his back to see.
Baldur could sense your worry, he's grown to know when you became too quiet, it meant you were thinking a bit too much. Right now he didn't have many words that would bring you comfort, so he just tightened his arms around your waist, pulling you so your back was right against his chest.
You smiled to yourself. He was trying his best for you, and it made your heart flutter in ways no one else was ever able to. And that's when you remember why you chose him. Why you did all of this to be with him. His head rested on your shoulder, his breath tickling you as you both stared out into the snowy lands.
"You didn't lie when you said you knew beautiful places in Midgard," You murmured. The area you two were resting at overviewed the snowy landscape below, and further ahead you could see the Lake of Nine. The man behind you hummed, "Did you doubt my words?" There was a teasing tone in his voice.
You laughed slightly, "Doubt you? I'd never think about it." He tilted his head so that his next words blew directly into your ear, "Good." You shuddered at his cold breath, making him release an amused sound.
Soon the lands grew colder, and the sun lowered with each passing moment. Baldur knew what that meant: You had to leave. Sighing, you gently pried yourself away from Baldur's grip as much as it hurt you to. You heard him groan in disapproval, but he didn't stop you. And soon he got up as well.
It was silent before his raspy voice broke it, "Travel the realms with me." Surprised, you were at loss for words, turning your head to look up at him again. You swallowed, "Baldur, you know we can't-" "I can protect you." His hand found yours, fingers intertwining, "I can show you so much more than what this land has to offer."
It became silent again as you both stared deeply into each others eyes. You squeezed his hand gently, mindlessly tracing the tattoo on it, "One day, my love. One day."
He chuckled, and you felt your heart skip a beat. "Trust me, my dear. I will be waiting for that day."
AN: First fic out! I hope you enjoyed it <3 Don't be shy to criticise me, I would love feedback on how I write (please be kind about it tho). I kinda made it into a forbidden romance so I hope that's what you wanted! Also it's a bit short so sorry about that :')
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Deceiver Chapter 1 - Villain Camilo au (rewrite)
TW: Some cussing
As always likes, reblogs. and comments are appreciated. Questions are fine as well.
Special thanks to @miracles-and-butterflies and @evostar for the inspiration.
These past several months have been the best fun Camilo has ever had. He bonded a little more with his family and that's the best thing he could ever ask for. Pranking people with Isabela, games with Dolores & Antonio, relaxing/talking about whatever with Mirabel/Luisa, and writing stories with his new Tio Bruno. Ok, well he's not new but still.
Not only that, but he's not forced to perform or babysit some random kid anymore. Don't get him wrong, he loved performing and babysitting but...it was getting a bit much for him.
A few years after his ceremony, it became expected for him to perform. To make people laugh. So much so that people would actively seek him out in hopes for him to make them laugh.
After he turned nine, he was given children to babysit. A few cousins on his papa's side of the family. No biggie. But after that, word spread around the Encanto, and he just became the designated babysitter of the place.
2, 3, 4, sometimes six or seven kids at a time that he was forced to look after. And at the time, he couldn't refuse. The family image was on the line and wanted to make abuela the miracle proud.
So, he dealt with it. All the times he wanted to relax he had to perform to make crowds or kids happy. If you need an extra Luisa you can just go to him. He can’t mimic her build and the strength she would have without her gift to help carry or lift whatever you needed…To hell with his own relaxation.
“Hey, it's Camilo! Tell us a story, we know you have a good one to share”
“I’ve been down lately, say something to lift my spirits”
“Say something funny, I'm so bored!”
Any time he tried to refuse he would be peer pressured into it. Or told how he was supposed to help. Sometimes he would get scolded if he said no too many times.
"You are a Madrigal for god's sake, you can't help me for a couple of hours?"
"Just take Elicia now, I'll be back in a couple of hours!"
"What's with the attitude?!"
"You watch that attitude young man, or I'll tell Alma how rude you've been."
And usually, when asked to go to a certain place, he usually has to be someone else.
"Hey, I need you to be me for a couple of hours. I do not want to go to that wedding"
"Can you be me at my sister's birthday party? I really don't want to go"
"I need you to be me and go on a date with my girlfriend. She's really been getting on my nerves lately and I just need to break"
"You're Camilo Madrigal, right? Turn into Isabela and do something funny"
Just constant pressure to be that happy go lucky town jester, doppelganger, and babysitter. Not to mention that his gift was taxing on his body. Every shift took more energy out of his body but how was he supposed to explain that? To children especially?
All the food he ate would barely even give him the energy he needed because he would be out of it two hours after breakfast or lunch.
There were days where just wanted to pass out from exhaustion, but he couldn't, you know why? Because he was Camilo Madrigal, Alma Madrigal's grandson, a bearer of the Miracle his abuelo died to give.
He was never allowed to be sad, angry, or any version of upset. Just a happy sunshine boy who would make you smile if you demanded asked him to. Camilo can’t even remember when he actually let himself feel anything besides joy.
But after the magic left...that all stopped. And even when someone tried to pin a child on him, one of his parents, sister, or primas would shoo the person away in their own way.
Things were getting so much better for him and the family as a whole. Sure...there are some issues that haven't been said on Camilo's part but...he has all the time in the world to say something right?
He has all the time in the world to tell his family that he has trouble understanding who he is. How he has trouble seeing who the person is in the mirror when he looks at it. When he looks in the mirror he’s too scared to see whether it’s himself or someone else hiding underneath.
How he still has issues letting himself feel negative emotions but…the magic isn't going to come back to distract everyone. So everything is going to go great.
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Camilo watched as his hermanito gave Mirabel the doorknob. His smile widened and his heart swelled at the wholesome sight. As she walks up to it, they all come close.
"We see how bright you burn"
He sings with his family. He, his Hermana, and parents smiled warmly at her.
"We see how brave you've been"
"Now see yourself in turn"
Mirabel's sisters and parents do the same. Everyone in the family, including Abuela, looks at her proudly. She finally makes it up to the new family door. Tio bruno now stands beside tia julieta and tio agustin. Man, has he grown since the start of all this. Still a little skittish and scared of people but he’s genuinely trying and making progress.
All of them stay behind her, silently showing that it's her time to shine. She puts the doorknob in the hole and as soon as she does, magic sparks from it. Camilo's heart raced with fear...this isn't happening. He watched as the magic swirled around the house and all over the Encanto. Feeling the magic pulsate through his veins again.
No.
No. No. No. No. No. No! No! No!
NO!
This can't be happening right now. Not after all this time, it can't be. The magic felt agonizingly warm within his body. He never wanted to feel this warmth ever again in his entire life.
"Hola Casita!" Mirabel smiled and waved at the home.
The happy house started making music with its tiles, doors, windows, and anything else it could finally control again. With so much excitement, Casita bounced the stone floor under Mirabel and welcomed her in first.
"Come on! Get in here!"
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Casita did the same for everybody and slid everyone in using the ground they stood on. The joy was ultimately infectious to everyone but Camilo. He was still trying to process what the hell was going on.
"Calm down Camilo, our gits aren't back. It's just Casita, that's all" He thought to himself as everyone was piled in. "Surely, they wouldn't come back...right?"
Boy was he wrong, one by one, gift by gift. Isabela got her flower powers, Antonio could speak to his animals, Luisa got her super strength back. Pepa was happily dancing with small bits hail over her head. Felix cheering her on as always.
That must mean...no, no no no, it didn't. It couldn't have. He's happily gift less.
But he knew his gift was back. He could feel it in his very soul. Camilo was scared, frightened even. Does this mean things will go back to how it used to be?
Was he going to be the town jester and doppelganger and babysitter again? Was he now going to constantly be told to be someone other than himself?!
No, no, he won't let that happen.
Camilo looked around at the scene. Everyone seemed so happy and jovial while he was in a state of turmoil. Milo was feeling overwhelmed. He has to make this stop. He has to-
Suddenly, the tiles under his feet moved him to the center of the courtyard. Snapping him out of his thoughts.
Wait, what's happening?! he thought as his eyes looked around confused. The family all posed as the camera was brought out and bounced over to them with a rat on top of it.
"Everyone together!" Alma said cheerfully
Huh?!
"La Familia Madri-" Everyone was cut by Casita making them all huddle in too close together. Resulting in a funny but cute family photo.
After the family broke apart a little bit, Milo was given some space to think. If you could call it that. His mind was practically racing with all those horrible memories of how things used to be.
Dolores looked at him as she heard his heart racing. To be fair, everybody's hearts were racing but she was the closest to him at the moment.
She looked at his face. He wasn't smiling. He looked perplexed to say the least...and a little scared. Which was odd, this was supposed to be a joyous moment right?
She stepped a little closer to him and put her hand on his shoulder. A small way to get his attention.
"Milo...you okay?" She asked softly and quietly, he was close enough for him to hear but quiet enough for others to barely acknowledge.
There's no candle...nothing to snuff out. Nothing to make the magic go away. It's going to happen all over again. No one is going to want me for me anymore. I have to get rid of it. GET RID OF IT! GET RID OF IT! But how?! Did Mirabel bring it back? no...wait, the doorknob...THE DOORKNOB-
"Camilo?!"
Dolores spoke a little bit louder as she nudged his shoulder. Camilo looked at her in shock and looked around. His heart was still going rapidly.
"Camilo are you alright?!" She asked him while she looked into his eyes. She saw panic in his eyes, and he wasn't saying anything...he must be having a panic attack.
Her concerned voice alerted her parents Pepa looked at her son and stepped a little closer, putting her hand on his cheek.
"Mijo, are you okay?"
Camilo finally snapped out of his thoughts "I- I uh...yeah, I'm just...shocked is all" he chuckled nervously. Which wasn't a lie, he was shocked.
"Your heart was going really fast milo, are you sure-"
"I'm sure Dolores!" Camilo answered with a slightly irritated tone. He didn't mean that. Quick idiota, change your attitude "Heh....I'm okay, I'm happy"
Ok, very odd. He was telling the truth but there was something he wasn't saying. Dolores, Pepa, and Felix could see it.
"Mijo...if there's something wrong you can say it." Felix said sincerely.
"I'm fine papa, really"
The party continued and everything was going well. Camilo joined in on the fun as well. But only to appear just as happy as everyone else was. But on the inside, he was feeling everything but happy.
"The magic is back now" a voice in his head said.
"You know what that means," Another voice said.
"Everything will go back to how it used to" another said.
"You're going to be the villages Mamita and bufón again"
"It'll all go back to everyone never wanting you, just someone who doesn't even act or look like you"
What is happening?! Where are these voices coming from...why are they saying this to me... Camilo thought to himself.
"We're saying it because it's true milo. Everything is going to go back to normal...unless you take that doorknob out of the front door of course."
This was becoming very concerning to him...but he felt like they were right. He didn't want to go back to that, he can't go back to that! He needs that doorknob gone.
When he noticed the attention wasn't on him, he snuck out to the front of the house and stood in front of the door.
It was a happy little door. It had everyone on it as a family. Cami couldn't deny that it was a sweet sight. But he wasn't really in the mood right now for sentimental value. He looked down at the doorknob, staring into it intently. It glowed so beautifully with that 'M' carved into it. Oh, how he hated it.
"Go on!"
"I can't!"
"Just take it already!"
"What if it doesn't work?"
"You want to go back to how things were? At least try it!"
Camilo internally argued with himself for a few more seconds until he reached out and gripped out. He tugged softly the first time, no budge. He tugged harder, still, it didn't budge.
“Puta madre!! Why Mirabel, WHY?! You just have to fuck everything up don’t you?!” Camilo seethed to himself. There was definitely no way of removing the magic this time. That doorknob more than likely wouldn’t budge unless Mirabel herself wanted to remove it.
He wanted to cry, he wanted to scream, to punch something ANYTHING! This isn’t fair. He can’t go back to being other people! He can’t go back to babysitting every kid in Encanto without a choice in the matter.
“I don’t even know who I am at all and it’s all their fault! Those soul sucking ungrateful villagers. I never even got a thank you for watching their kids! Never a “thank you” for pretending to be someone else for them! I'm not going to let anyone force me back into that corner, EVER! I will burn this entire encanto DOWN to the ground before that happens again!”
Camilo’s heart was racing fast as he stared at the glowing door. Those smiles were so adorable…so mocking. He looked at the glowing version of himself “drawn” onto the door. He reached up to it and touched it.
The door felt sickeningly warm to the touch. He could feel the music from inside vibrating off of it. Milo took his hand away with a scowl etched into his lips. He chuckled but there was no joy in it. Only disdain.
Before he could think anything else the door swung open and hit him straight in the face, knocking him down.
“OW!” Camilo groaned as he sat up off the ground clutching his face.
“Huh? Oh sorry Milo, I didn’t know you were there” A voice said apologetically. Camilo instantly recognized it as Isabela’s.
He looked up and saw her. She was completely covered in a variety of pollen colors but the most obvious one was dark blue. She held her hand out and Camilo begrudgingly took it. Next to her was a giddy and bouncy Antonio.
“Did you kick the door open?!” He said as he rubbed his hurt nose.
Isabela shrugged, “Yeah, lo siento. Now come on, Casita said that some of us have new additions to our gifts. Antonio wants you to try something”
Camilo looked down and was met with Antonio’s beaming face, “Cami! Dolores can turn her gift off when she wants too, that’s so cool right?! Isabela can make all kinds of plants now, even poisonous ones! I’m not sure what I or mama or Luisa can do yet but I want you to try something!”
Camilo took in all of that information and reminded himself that he wasn’t smiling, so he pretended that he was just as happy as Antonio, “Oh really? Well, what do you want me to try?”
“Try shapeshifting into animals por favor!”
Milo was taken back by that, animals? He remembered trying that once as a kid and nothing happened.
“I- I don’t know tonito-”
“Pleeeeeease!” Antonio begged with that adorable smile and big eyes. Who can say no to that
Camilo sighed and kneeled down to be at his hermanito’s level “fine, any specifics?”
“A jaguar, like Parce!” Antonio bounced with anticipation and joy.
The teen boy looked up at Isabela, who just shrugged and put a hand on her hip as she waited. He looked back down at Antonio and stood back up.
“Well…worth a shot” Camilo shrugged and closed his eyes.
Milo focused on the image of Parce in his head and breathed a deep sigh. His eyes closed and breathing calm. After ten seconds he opened his eyes. He looked at Antonio and up at Isabela, then down at the ground.
Paws…he sees paws! He tried to circle around but he would just trip over himself seeing as it’s the first time he’s walking in cat form. But that didn’t deter him at all. He was ecstatic.
“I- I did it! I turned into jaguar! I can shift into animals-”
“Pffft-” Isabela snickered and Antonio giggled at the sight. Camilo assumed it was because he was walking funny. Nope.
“You missed a spot primo!” Isabela pointed at her face
“Que?”
“Your head isn’t a jaguar head. And you have a human backside” Antonio giggled. In a quick pace, tonito asked Casita to open the front door. The house obliged and did what it was asked. Before Camilo could get a word out Antonio shouted that everyone come see Camilo in a jaguar form.
“No wait! Don’t!” Milo wasn’t a fan of his weird shifting quirks. They always acted up at the worst times and he hated it. Now was one of those times. The more he tried to shift back into any other animal or just himself he would just shift into a different animal with strange human likeness.
By the time people were outside they saw the amalgamation that was a half donkey, horse, and teenage boy. It caused people, especially his family, to laugh at this shifting quirk. It was causing him to panic and shift more uncontrollably.
He didn’t want this, he didn’t want to be the town entertainment again. Milo stopped to focus on the ground. In this form his legs looked to be a donkey's legs, horse torso, and a capybara face with his normal hands and hair.
Alma came up to him with tears in her eyes as she chuckled, “aye milo, still trying to make everyone laugh I see”
This isn’t happening right now…it couldn’t be. He wanted this to be a horrible dream but all of it felt too real to be. The laughs were so loud and annoying. His heart was beating really fast and all he could do was just look around in embarrassment.
Pepa saw the panic in his eyes and her smile quickly faded, as well as her rainbow. She quickly walked over to him. Felix noticed her expression and followed suit.
Pepa stood by him and patted his head in order to calm him down “Cami, you alright?”
Camilo looked up at her and looked back at everyone else. He was not okay. He needed to not be the center of attention right now. He tried to shift into his human form but that just caused so much more embarrassment for him.
Not to mention that all of this unorthodox shifting was hurting him. His bones and skin just shifted into so many things so many times. It was painful.
Please stop! Please stop! Please stop! Please stop! Please stop! PLEASE STOP! He thought to himself. With a final scream of frustration he finally shifted back into himself. He checked himself over. Normal hands, normal face, normal body, normal feet.
His breathing was quick and uneven. His heart beating a thousand beats per second. And…he was crying. Tears were falling down his cheeks and his body was shaking.
“Camilo” Felix looked down at his son with concern and bent down to pick him up by the arm. “Hey, hey mijo! Breath, look at me!”
The teen couldn’t hear him. In fact, Camilo could still hear and see the villagers laughing at him. Even if they weren’t anymore. The laughter got louder and louder to him, never stopping.
This frightened Camilo and he ran past all of them. Pushing and knocking over whoever he can to get inside Casita. The voices calling out to him were unheard as he rushed up Casita’s stairs and into his room.
It was still the same as it used to be. A large theater with a big stage. The only difference was that the lights were much brighter than they used to be. And they were directly on him and followed his every movement as he ran past the audience seats and on top of the stage.
He moved the curtain back and his old king sized bed was there with all of its yellow, orange, and red pillows, blankets, and sheets. On the right of his bed was a large rectangular mirror with the classic round light bulbs decorating all sides of it.
“Casita…please,” Camilo whimpered as tears fell down his cheeks. Laughter was still echoing in his head. “Make it stop!”
He covered his ears like his hermana used to when noise became too much for her.
Why is this happening to me?! I just want things to be normal! Why can’t I be normal, why can’t this family be normal?! Camilo fell to his knees and tightened his hold on his head.
Why did Mirabel have to touch that fucking doorknob! This is all her fault, her fault, her fault, HER FAULT! Everything was fine before that. My life was going to be normal and now it’s back to how it was! Those people are going to use me again…no…
Camilo’s eyes widened as he stumbled upon a thought, “Those people…those ungrateful ass people! How dare they laugh at me?! After all the turmoil I went through to make them happy…that’s how they repay me”
The teen boy chuckled, then giggled, and soon he started to laugh. Loudly and Maniacally. This was it, Camilo finally snapped.
“I’ll make them pay”
On the outside of his room, Dolores was downstairs at the kitchen table trying her best to listen in on her hermano. But she couldn’t hear anything. She did hear him crying but then it just stopped as quick as it started. The only thing she could hear was his heart beat. There was a thought that he was just doing this to get attention but Camilo would never do that.
“Do you hear anything?” Pepa asked with concern in her voice. The only reason she didn’t barge into his room is because Felix stopped her. He wanted to see him too but didn’t want to overstep a boundary.
Dolores shakes her head, “No, mama his room is soundproof”
Antonio looked up at his hermana and parents, “Is he gonna be ok?”
Felix looked down at his youngest son sympathetically, “He’ll be ok mijo, he was just uh…a little embarrassed”
“A little my ass” Pepa thought to herself as she was stroking her braid. A small gray cloud over her head.
“He was crying though” Antonio doubted and sank back into his chair a little bit.
The table went quiet as everyone went into deep thought. He looked really panicked, hurt (both physically and emotionally), and embarrassed. Most of them thought he may have been having a panic attack but Dolores informed them his heart rate has slowed down. Which was also a calming thing to know for her as well.
“If I was in his situation I would’ve cried and ran off too” Bruno admitted quietly as he fiddled with his fingers.
Camilo breathed in a deep sigh and stared at himself in the mirror. For once in a long time, Camilo saw his face staring back at him. He was sure of himself now…and knowing that put a sinister smile on his face.
He tilted his head as he noticed something…man he needed a wardrobe change.
I need a better style than this. Oh! I know Mami and Dolores would love to help me with that! Tonito and Papi would too. Milo stood up and walked away from the mirror, swiping the curtains out of his way and walked down the stage stairs.
Once he made it out of his room he closed his door lightly and leaned his back on it. A big and chipper smile appeared on his lips. A soft and happy voice to go with it.
“Dolores, can you and Mami come upstairs please? I want a makeover”
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A History of Pain
Part 6
Bang Chan x Female reader
Word count: 2.2k
Synopsis: You move back to Korea from America for good when you bomb at school, surprising not only your adoptive brother Minho but also his friends/roommates, who didn't know you existed. Your brother let's you stay with him and his band mates who have been threatened to stay away from you but Chan already has stars in his eyes for you. Issues from your past keep popping up forcing you to deal with your history or run from it all.
Part 5👈
A/N: 18+ ONLY! MDNI! I finally was able to find a stopping point on this one I could stand. Sorry there hasn't been much hoping things are getting better. I hope you enjoy this part!
Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! Cussing/strong language, unprotected piv sex (use protection please), descriptions of death, child abuse, and SA (Not too descriptive but it's talked about). I think that's it but if I missed anything please let me know and I'll add it immediately!
When you, Chan and Minho all got home from your parent’s place you were tired and ready for sleep. You started to make your way back towards the bedrooms when your brother stopped you.
“Wait a minute there’s something I want to say before you go to bed.” You rolled your eyes and were prepared for a lecture about you and Chan sleeping in the same room. After everything, you knew he wasn’t going to just let certain things go. He turned to you.
“I’m sorry.” Whoa. You weren’t expecting that.
“I’m sorry for not listening and for hurting you and about a hundred other things that we can talk about tomorrow. I just didn’t want to go to bed tonight without saying it.” You ran to your brother and hugged him and for once he didn’t grimace when he hugged you back.
“I’m sorry too Min.” He shook his head but you hugged him tighter.
“We’ll talk about everything tomorrow Minho.” He melted into your hug just a bit more, happy to have his sister back home again.
“And when you’re in Chan’s room please for the love of god remember your brother is only one room away.” You slapped his arms and Minho laughed. You had planned on sleeping in the guest room the first night for your brother’s sake but he seemed to have really come to terms with you and Chan and all that meant and you had really missed sleeping next to Chan. When you finally parted ways with Minho you and Chan both went into his room.
You stripped, put on one of Chan’s shirts and crawled into bed. Chan got into bed with you. You curled up next to him and fell asleep with his arms wrapped around you. In the middle of the night you woke up with Chan’s arms still around you, your back against his chest. You could hear his deep slow breaths and his slight snore. You turned in bed facing him. He was so beautiful. You whispered to him.
“Chris...” He stirred a little and you said his name a little louder but still just above a whisper. His sleepy eyes fluttered open and he looked at you.
“Is everything okay? Did you have a bad dream?” He groggily asked and you shook your head no. Before he could ask what was wrong you softly kissed his lips. He melted just like he did every time your lips were pressed together. You pulled Chan’s shirt up and went to reach down into his shorts but he stopped you.
“What about Minho?!” He kept his voice quiet.
“We’ll just have to keep it down.” You kissed him again and this time the hand in Chan’s shorts reached its intended destination. He let out a soft breath when you started to stroke him. It never took long for Chan to get hard when you were touching him and as soon as he was you were working your own panties down and off. You threw a leg over Chan’s hip and he eased his way inside you as he held you close and kissed you. Soon your breathy whisper was by his ear.
“God yes Chris... so good...” Chan rolled you to your back and pressed himself on top of you as he continued the languid rolls of his hips into yours. His forehead pressed to yours his words came out in breaths.
“Cum for me baby girl.” Your body immediately obeyed his command and your orgasm washed over you like gentle waves on the shore. You bit into the pillow under your head as you tried to keep your voice down. Chan could see how badly you wanted to moan out for him, the look of ecstasy that was on your face, it sent him headfirst into his own climax. He held onto you tightly whispering your name over and over. You ended up falling asleep tangled together and for the first time in a while you had no nightmares that night.
The next day after some coffee and breakfast you, Minho and Chan all sat down together. Your talk with your brother was going how you’d hoped it would have gone when you mentioned you and Chan in the first place. Chan sat there as you and Minho talked about everything. Minho still wasn’t thrilled you were together, there was a lot of baggage that came with it, for everyone. Not just you and Chan. The media, the fans, but Minho knew Chan really loved you and he trusted both of you to be careful. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
“I’ll get it. Keep talking.” Chan got up to answer the door and when he did he was very surprised to find a police officer on the other side of it.
“Hi I’m looking for Ms. Lee y/n? Is she here?” Chan nodded confused.
“May I come in and speak with her?” Chan opened the door further and allowed the officer in.
“Of course, she’s just in the living room there. Is everything oka-” The police officer walked into the living room, interrupting you and Minho.
“Ms. Y/n? “ You stood and nodded.
“I’m sorry but I’m afraid I’m going to have to place you under arrest.” The officer made you turn and put your hands behind your back. Chan and Minho both went to intervene but you stopped them.
“Wait. What am I being arrested for?!” The cuffs clicked and the officer answered you.
“The murder of Peter Cellars.” All the color left your face and you would have crumpled to the floor if it weren’t for Minho and the officer catching you. You didn’t ask any more questions as the officer helped you towards the door and to his car. You knew exactly what he was talking about. You knew because...
You’d done it.
“You said you just had some questions! The fuck you mean under arrest for murder?!” Chan shouted at the officer.
“She wouldn’t hurt a fucking fly!” Minho was dead silent. He put his hand on Chan’s shoulder and Chan looked back at him.
“Don’t cause a big scene! Just go get in the car.” Minho shook his head as the officer led you away.
“Come on let's get to the station.” Minho grabbed the car keys and followed you and the officer out of the dorm, Chan just a couple steps behind. Chan asked a thousand questions as he and Minho followed you and the officer to the station. Minho wouldn’t or more like couldn’t give him any answers. He didn’t know all of them.
Chan should hear it from you, Minho knew you would want to explain so he didn’t answer Chan’s barrage of questions. No matter how badly Chan begged. He had to hear it from you so that he really understood once and for all. Once you were at the station you were put in an interrogation room alone for some time. The first person in an hour finally walked in. Very obviously a detective.
“Ms. Lee I’m-” You cut him off from talking.
“I’ll tell you everything you want to know on one condition.” He gave you a look waiting for you to give the condition.
“First I want you to send in Chris and I’ll tell him everything. Then you can use my confession and do what you have to.” After some him-hawing around the detective spoke to his partner, a woman who kept glancing over at you, and agreed to your terms. When Chan came in he kissed you before sitting down next to you, gripping your hands, that were still bound by cuffs, tightly. He was so worried for you.
“Are you okay? What’s going on? Minho wouldn’t tell me what’s going on, no one would.” You squeezed his hands gently trying to calm him down for once.
“Shh. Shhh. I’m okay for now, just listen to me okay Chris?” He stopped and listened intently.
“I am a murderer.”
“NO! What your dad said...”
“Yes Chan I am! It’s not about what my dad said about my mom... it’s... Peter Cellers is ‘the man’. I killed the man.” Chan froze, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he knew exactly who you meant of course. You had told him the nightmares were flash backs and Minho had said that it would never actually be the man after you. It never would be the man because he was dead but Chan never thought you could have been the reason why he was.
“He came for me and I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t let him... “ You shuddered as tears welled in your eyes and Chan held on to your hands. He would never let go.
“Not again.” You continued.
“I screamed and ran and pushed him as hard as I could and he fell down the stairs backwards. When he hit the landing below he was dead. I ran away and managed to find George roaming the streets stoned. I didn’t say anything and George was too high to ask any questions as to why I was back suddenly. It wasn’t long before word got around that the man had ‘accidently’ fallen down the stairs and broken his neck but people were talking about how suspicious it was. George knew then why I had shown up out of nowhere. He beat me until I told him the truth. He knew we couldn’t stick around, that it might come back on us, most importantly him. That’s why we left America. He found some travel program for Korea and I hoped it could be a fresh beginning but it was just more of the same.” Chan’s heart wretched for you. You had defended yourself from that man and carried the guilt about it around your whole life. You went on.
“Only two people in the world knew about the man and I know Minho isn’t the one who turned me in. Which means... good old George. Typical.”
“That’s correct your father is the one who came forward with information.” The female detective, who had been listening from the next room, startled you as she came in and shut the door behind her.
“That man... is not my father.” The detective nodded her head in understanding.
“To be honest we were on his trail already when George came forward with the information in exchange for immunity from any charges for the murder of Mr. Cellers.” How stoned must he have been to come up with that plan. You were furious that they would even consider a deal with a man like him and here you were chained like a wild animal. Chan was angry too.
“And you gave it to him?!” He shouted in disbelief and the detective nodded again.
“We couldn’t get him for murder anyway and... didn’t realize the whole picture at the time. Ms. Y/n’s statement has filled some holes in George’s story that we couldn’t figure out. I think if we dig a little deeper we’ll be able to fill some more such as why you were at Mr. Cellar’s place to begin with? Do you remember? Can you tell me y/n?” Why. They wanted to know why you were there? It all came spilling from you. You shouted it at the detective wishing George could hear you too. You knew it wasn’t her fault but your rage was directed at her all the same as you screamed.
“I was there because I was 8! I was there because I was 8 and my dad, my parent, left me there and told me to stay! I was there so that man could...” You couldn’t make the words come out and she wasn’t going to make you.
“He left me in exchange for his drugs! That’s why I was there! Bet George failed to mention that, or that it went on for months! Until I couldn't take it anymore!” You were sobbing. Chan sat there stunned. Truly every time he thought he knew the pain you had lived through he was shown he knew nothing about pain. He realized now why Minho had told him nothing about you in the first place. Why he was so protective over you. The detective looked apologetic. She didn’t want to have to dredge this up anymore than you but she had to. She could tell your dad was a sleaze ball and she wanted to nail his ass to the wall.
“I’m really very sorry that happened to you. We truly never would have been able to charge George with murder unfortunately. That’s the only reason we made the deal.” You nodded understanding. He didn’t kill anyone, even if you were a minor and he fled, he didn’t kill anyone so no murder to charge him with.
“We might not be able to charge George with murder but with your statement we can lock him up for a slew of other crimes he is not immune from, for a very long time.” You looked up at the detective and your eyes lit up. Before you could say anything she continued.
“Obviously you won’t be charged for Peter Cellars’ murder due your young age at the time and the fact that it was self-defense.” You started to cry as she walked over and removed the cuffs. As soon as you were free your arms were wrapped around Chan hugging him while you sobbed. The detective walked out and a few moments later came back in with Minho. You stood and threw your arms around him. The detective cleared her throat to get your attention again. You looked up at her over Minho’s shoulder, Minho refusing to let you go just yet.
“We can make all of this can happen Ms. Lee..."
"As long as you're willing to testify.”
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M Reader x Sana - Irresistible Love~
WARNING WARNING WARNING
WARNING WARNING WARNING
PLEASE READ!!!
This is gonna be an interesting smut fic.
This DOES contain NON-CON and it is INCEST.
So if you’re squeamish at the idea of it, please go past it or don’t read if you want.
I marked the non-con below, but don’t worry, it’s not non-con afterwards.
Sorry to anyone if this makes you uncomfortable, I plan on making a regular version of this soon.
Anyway...
WORDS: 17023
New updated smuts, even non-con smut as well, and story with grammar fixes and better flow.
Tags: NON-CON, INCEST, and just about everyone else lol
ENJOY
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Imagine your 10-year-old self was just playing with your dinosaur toys when suddenly your mom suddenly came back home...and introduced you to your new adopted sister.
Of course you didn't understand at first, but later, but your parents told you that they adopted this girl because of issues with her parents.
She had no where to go as you went towards her with your toy dinosaurs.
"Hi, I'm Sana."
"I'm (YN)."
"Cool toys." She pointed.
"Thanks, want to play?"
"Okay"
And just like that a new friendship was born.
You and Sana have been living together since; growing up and school together, but one issue about her; Sana was incredibly shy.
She would hang out with you constantly and you didn't mind, but now in high school, you would have to help her make new friends and adjust to being able to live on her own.
And thats what you did in your first three years, she was now comfortable with others, but going into your senior year...things made a drastic turn in your life.
Both eighteen and you both had to move due to your parent's job to relocate, moving to a new foreign state of (wherever you want) and transferred to the nearest high school.
Of course being the 'new' kids was tough especially since it was your senior year, but you both had each other so it wasn't that bad.
During the first week of your new high school, Sana would still be around you, you however already made a couple of friends, but she would try to be with you. Since this was a new school, she was going back to her old ways.
Eventually you told her that she would need to make some friends eventually.
"What if they don't like me?” She asked as you smiled.
"Then do something to make them like you." You replied as Sana pondered about this and then seemed to got an idea.
Little did you know, it was a big mistake for you.
And now, you were regretting those words.
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FOUR MONTHS LATER
You were currently sitting in your desk reading a book when you heard Sana's voice. She was talking to her next 'target'.
'Target' because everyone here knows that Sana...was now known as the girl to fuck if you needed to get some release out.
She did not care who it was, girl/guy, she would go on and say yes to almost every request. Sometimes she would even go up to people and without saying a word, they would just go with her somewhere to fuck.
You needed to be up to Sana's standards and that's not high, but it's still there.
If you pleased her enough, you'll get her again.
Of course she only said no to a handful of students, mostly the ones who seemed like they lasted a couple of seconds.
Oh and you...
I know, I know, you're her step brother, but lately...you just couldn't help it. Your damn hormones were rising up and while the girls were cute at school, none of them compared to the goddess of your sister.
You wanted to get in on it...well get in her.
It was the worse, not only does she seem to be teasing you here with her version of the school uniform.
A shirt that she ties up to show her bust size with a bit of cleavage showing, her skirt that somehow is a bit shorter than the average skirt to show off the legs and if your lucky to see, a bit of her perfect butt. You don't understand how teachers aren't seeing this.
Her looks alone could make you hypnotized, but then add in her assets and the way she shows them off. God help us.
Of course she was never around you during school anymore after the first week. She was there in classes, but during transitions, you overhead that she gives BJ's in the clean up closet. Before school, she already had a guy prepped for her. And even during lunch she was often gone to get her daily 'exercise'.
Now you wished that the person she was talking to was you. Before you didn't even know that Sana could be like this, but...
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FLASHBACK
“Where the hell is she?”
Classes had ended a while back and you were sent to find Sana as your parents were waiting and you figured she was held up by her friends and started to search for her.
You called her cell, but no reply, so you decided to check around the deserted school with very few students around.
After your search seemed worthless , you decided to check the roof as a last resort, that was her favorite spot when she had free time so maybe she was up there.
Luckily the door was open and you barely approached the roof door when you heard strange noises from behind the door.
You peeped through the door opening and your eyes widened, because through the crack of the door…
“What the fuck…”
You were watching Sana on top of a guy, but the part that got you was that Sana was naked and clearly, she was having sex with the male as Sana was bouncing and riding the man for everything he was worth.
Her breasts were heaving up and down as Sana had her hands on the man’s chest, whom was still clothed except his pants were around his ankles.
Yet Sana’s clothing was all around her and him as her butt rode up and down with speed, both their eyes were shut so they couldn't see you and they were clearly holding in their groans.
The position they were in had a perfect view of the side of them, but more on Sana as your mouth gaped as you saw the unbelievable sight to you.
Sana, your sister, was having sex!
Just right here!
The door wasn’t even locked so they clearly didn’t care if they were caught!
It was wrong.
You shouldn't be spying on her.
But you could only stare and watch in fascination as the bulge in your crotch was begging to be attended to, but you couldn't move nor figure out what you should do.
“Oh god, so good~” Sana moaned, but she didn’t yell it out as her head leaned back, her breasts now in full on view as you were hypnotized by her hardened nipples and clearly the guy was too as his hands went up to grab them.
"Sana...you feel so good...I'm gonna cum..." He told her as she lowered her head slightly to look down at him.
"Me too..." She replied back as he smiled at her.
He smiled back at her and took his hands to grab her by the waist and slightly lift her ass up and then continued to pound inside her and focused mainly on his thrusts and release.
"Ahhh...I'm cumming!" He then thrusted into her once more as Sana remained still and moaned as they were huffing.
You knew he came in her as your eyes widened!
After ten seconds Sana then hovered up from him, his penis now disengaged and flopped onto his chest as you saw plastic over his cock and Sana’s very damp vagina as she stood up.
“Damn now that was something...” Sana moved herself around and started to collect her clothing.
“It very much was~”
The male didn’t move as he looked at Sana.
“Got time for one more?”
“Sorry, I really got to go, maybe tomorrow?” She asked as the guy nodded and Sana started to put her undergarments on the the guy pulled his pants up.
Seeing as how they were getting ready, you shook your head and left quickly towards the lobby.
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SEVEN MINUTES LATER
You were sitting in the lobby seats, images of Sana was dug into your mind.
You received a text from Sana saying sorry for not answering and asked if you can wait a bit more while you left the two and said that you could go to her, but she said that she’ll come to you instead and just wait in the lobby.
Still dazed you replied with a yes and here were thinking...
'When I meant 'make them like you' I didn't actually mean doing that...that couldn't be Sana...it just couldn't...the Sana I know would never be like that...but it was her...and why did I 'felt' that way?'
After about five minutes instead, Sana finally came down the lobby stairs to meet you in the lobby itself.
"(YN)! I’m sorry about the wait." She acted all cute like with her tone with her small smile, looking like nothing had happened to her.
Hair was done and makeup was spot on.
"O-oh, it's okay." You said while standing but in your mind, you couldn't help but picture her clothes off.
As you both were walking towards the car to your parents, you couldn't help, but take sneak peeks at her.
'Stop it (YN), that's your step-sister, you're family for fuck’s sake.'
"Are you okay (YN)?" She asked, clearly noticing your stares as you nodded..
'Shit.'
"Y-yeah, just, worried about you," She gave a look at you.
“Worried?” She asked as you nodded.
“You know, about school and such, it’s getting to a point of exams you know,” You clearly kept control as Sana giggled and then…
GRASP
She held onto you with one arm.
“Aww~ I’m happy that you care, but remember I have you to tutor me whenever I need it~” She winked at you as you gulped and nodded slowly, “but thank you (YN). You’re always caring for me~" She spoke sincerely.
"Uh, n-no problem." You replied while nearing the car of your dad's without another word spoken as Sana kept her hold on you..
'What have I done?' You asked yourself.
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FLASHBACK END
Of course, that was then, you thought maybe it was a secret new boyfriend, but the way she talked seemed like it was another case.
Four months since then, and you realized that it wasn’t a first.
Talks started to pop up about Sana and those rumors soon became nothing but reality.
This is how it began, Sana took your advice and went up to make friends with the wrong crowd, at first it was a group of guys and one of them asked Sana out to which she said yes and well that date ended pretty happily for Sana as she went again and this time, she lost her virginity.
That excitement in bed had Sana thriving and while it didn’t last long between her and the guy, Sana started to see others and well, it got to her.
All the popularity she was getting, wrong reasons though, was making her feel out of this world and plus, she enjoyed having the sessions as it made her feel a whole sensation in her.
Though she didn’t go out with anyone after that first guy, she was still a popular girl that most men and women would talk about.
She was indeed the fuck girl of the school.
Of course, you didn't tell your parents, I mean what could you say.
Now here you are slightly agitated by her.
You wanted to be with her and seeing her with others, just made you go insane with the lust for her as the bell rang for class to start and Sana would come in and sit, not without all eyes on her.
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You were at home, your parents weren't at home due to midnight shifts at work, but they left dinner for you two to eat.
"Sana, dinner is ready." You yelled out.
"Coming~" She said as she was going down the stairs and of course if you thought the school uniform was hot, her at home was another thing.
Wearing shorts that made her legs visible and her butt better by the shape it hunged to her, a crop top that was tight on her that fully exploited her sexy body.
Her 'comfortable' clothing as she calls them while ‘torture’ clothing as you called them.
Living with her was a blessing and a curse. She was almost daring you to watch her.
You looked away at the sight, any more of that, and your cock was going to be noticed by her as she sat down.
“Hmm~ Looks good (YN)~ Arigato~” She gave you a smile as you turned to her, nodded, and looked away.
Both ate quietly, just the cling clang of forks and knives as you kept looking at her, texting, and kept silently laughing at something…that caused you to be irate.
'Probably a new boy toy.'
You thought as anger began to rise in you as you ate with newfound feelings.
Dinner was done with as Sana put her utensils on her plate, yawning as she rose her arms up, her breasts going up with her as you stared at them for a second before looking down at your food as Sana lowered herself.
"Now that was good~”
“You want seconds?” You asked as Sana shook her head.
“Nah, I’m good, but thank you. I think I'm going to take a nap. I'm really tired from school today." Sana craned her neck as you sighed.
'I bet you are…'
"No worries, I'll clean up." You said as Sana smiled and rose from her seat to go around and…
GRASP
"Thanks (YN), you're the best~"
However, the height difference of you sitting and her standing, your head was pushed against her breasts as you felt her body pressing onto you.
‘She’s killing me…’
“Good night (YN)~”
And with that, she went up the stairs as you watched her butt jiggle with each motion.
..
..
You sat there frustrated.
You couldn't take it anymore, with all the gossip about how good she is and her wearing clothing like this in your home almost every day and jerking yourself off wasn’t doing any good as you wanted more.
‘Why should she sleep with every person she meets but me!?’
You glared while your fist curled.
“Fuck this, I’m gonna show you that I can be the best Sana…" You mumbled as you cleaned the table up.
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After about an hour, you decided to go for it.
It was currently around 9 PM.
Your parents informed you that they won't be home till maybe midnight due to an overload in some shipments.
'Perfect'
You then went out of your room and sneaked into Sana's room, changed into loose clothing and no boxers on so you can quickly release your companion as you silently opened Sana's door and looked through the crack.
You were in luck, she was sleeping and you were even luckier and now hornier.
She was sleeping in her undergarments as well.
You tiptoed over to her knowing that she was a heavy sleeper since you had to wake her up most of the time to get her up, but you still had to be careful.
You stood over her taking in her beauty, snoring softly and peacefully and legs spread as well.
And then at her body.
There was literally nothing covering it all as she wore a matching set of lacey pink fabric that hugged her body well.
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The sight itself caused you to have more lust and you lowered a hand at her lower attire and carefully slide them to the right.
There it was, her pussy: shaven and slightly wet.
Either she was having a wet dream or she played with herself before dozing off, either way, it was lubed and presented for you as you pulled down your shorts with your other hand to have your hardened cock out.
Sana being in this position also made it easy for you to figure a position out as you squalled down and held your cock next to her pussy and started to slowly slide in.
“Oh god…”
The pleasure was too much for you as you mumbled your lust out.
'How the hell can she be this tight?!' You thought.
It took all your might to not moan out loud as Sana also let a slight moan, she was indeed likely having a wet dream now.
You slid yourself in slowly and-
"Hmm-Wha-(YN)!? WHAT THE HELL-MMPHH!" You covered her mouth with your right hand.
She tried to push you away, but you were far stronger than her as Sana clamped her hands on your arms and face too, but it didn’t matter.
Then just like that something change in you.
You didn't care about anything right then and there.
“I’m tired of letting others do what I want Sana, now, it’s my turn~” You uttered as Sana stopped moving for brief seconds before she continued struggling as you pushed her back towards the bed, laying her down on it as you straddled her hips and it made a new wave of anger noises from Sana and her muffled protests got louder.
You however just ignored her pleas and spread her legs forcefully to get a good look at her pussy and started rubbing above her opening, looking for her little pleasure bud.
Once you had found her clit as shown by the involuntary bucking of her hips, you applied more and more pressure to it, forcing her towards a sensation that Sana did not want to experience.
But she was panting, trying to resist giving in to the tightening coil in her loins but she couldn't help unraveling when you pressed hard on her clit.
She was one to masturbate and have sexual cravings regularly but this really hit her with its intensity, making her almost forget where and with whom she was right now, it was so go-
“Hmph!”
You began pushing into her.
Your cockhead stretched her opening as you forcefully pressed into her.
Sana was protesting against the hand over her mouth at the intrusion and the feeling of being stretched so much, and yet only the head of you was actually inside her yet.
All of her thoughts came to a halt as you began thrusting at a slow rhythm, trying to embed more and more of your cock in her with every thrust.
Sana felt so tiny underneath you, her small frame dwarfed by you and you loved the feeling of your cock stretching her insides.
But as much as you wanted to savor that feeling, your lust couldn’t hold itself any longer.
“Hmmh!”
Sana groaned as you pushed your cock back into her pussy and began really fucking her with quick, hard thrusts that sent her tits bouncing and had her gasping in pain every time your thick cockhead would forcefully push against her cervix.
You loved watching your cock stretching her pussy to the limits every time you pushed it into her.
This was way better to you than fucking your hand, and your sweet sister felt like heaven as you pounded into Sana.
You were close to cumming, but wanted to feel her pussy clenching around you in orgasm as you came, so you reached your other hands down around her to rub her clit.
Sana, while her progress of thought was nulled, trying to escape your clutch, felt weakened and hated that it actually started to feel good when you rubbed her clit.
The pain stood bearable now and pleasurable feelings were mixing in with the typhoon of emotions she was having, her mind urged to fight back but her body was arguing with this notion.
She still hated how you, her brother, were forcing her into this so much, but her body still responded to your ministrations the same as if this had been a voluntary experience.
She screamed, loud even through the hand on her mouth as she came in a haze of pleasure and pain.
On one hand, Sana was disgusted and violated, yet the fact of the matter was that you were starting to make her very soaked no matter how much she tried to ignore it.
She was thoroughly by this reaction of her body, but ultimately her pussy clamped down around your cock pushing you into your release too.
“Fucking hell!”
You held yourself deep inside her as you shot jet after jet of hot cum right against the entrance to her womb, grunting and groaning in pleasure all the while…
“Hmph! Hpmph!”
Naturally, Sana’s body reacted to your hot cum shooting inside her by drawing out her orgasm, pulling the cum deeper inside her every time her pussy contracted, leaving her in a blissful state of pleasure for almost a minute.
Once she came down from her high, Sana started feeling the aftermath of what had happened.
She felt a weird warmth inside her where your cum was still lodged deeply by your now flaccid cock, only a small amount dripping out…and then she felt your hand move from her mouth.
“G-get out…” She uttered as you looked at her.
THUMP
Sana kicked you right above your pelvic area with her leg that was free from your grasp.
Her force was strong but you merely rubbed the area where she kicked.
"Get out! Now!" She yelled, pointing at the door.
You then ran out of her room and into yours, quickly locking the door and pressing your back to the wooden panel, processing everything that happen.
Seeing the look on her face...speaking of…
Sana laid on her bed, shocked and in disbelief about what happened.
You, her own brother, just fucked her…no, you forced yourself onto her. She was lucky she was already under the affects of birth control pills as she felt your jizz empty out of her.
Why?...why would you-
“I’m tired of letting others do what I want Sana, now, it’s my turn~”
It’s no secret that everyone knows about her in school, but she didn’t think you-
Sana stared at the roof of her room, still feeling the after-sex emotions.
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THREE DAYS LATER
It's been three hard days for you and Sana. You both hadn't said a word nor even made eye contact with each other for more than seconds since that night.
You felt guilty, horrible, shame, or any negative that comes to your mind.
You honestly had no idea what got over you that night.
It wasn't 'you' that was doing that to Sana, but like some other person, but that's no excuse. You wanted to talk to Sana, you really did, but you didn't have the courage to do so and she would avoid you as well.
Sana was just upright silent at you.
She didn't want to have to do anything with you and distracted herself from you by doing what she was best at; getting with the best of the people in school that she knew of.
Unfortunately, nothing was working.
Nothing was keeping you out of her mind.
And it was making things worse for her as she just finished a session with a woman this time.
Right now, she was on the floor of the backyard shed where they kept outdoor equipment.
It was never locked so she came here wherever she wanted to after school when they didn't need the equipment which seemed like never, just as long as she cleaned up after.
The girl next to her was sweating hard while Sana looked like she hadn't even broken a sweat yet.
"Damn, you really were horny…my cunt is just numb…" She said while catching her breath.
"Ehh…" Sana shrugged as the girl glanced at her.
"Ehh?” Confusion darted towards Sana and she turned her head, uninterested.
"As I said ‘ehh’. You can go now.” The girl sat up while shrugging.
"Alright, but if you need me again, just say so~" She winked at Sana and put her clothes back on before cleaning herself with a towel the shed had and left Sana, still lying on the floor and in her thoughts as she grabbed her forehead with a hand.
'What's wrong with me...not even girls can make me stop!? Argh! Stop thinking about (YN)!' She thought to herself angrily.
Nothing was working, each person she was with, her mind only reminded her of you.
Especially the guys.
Whenever she looked at one who she was having sex with, she saw you in place.
So much so that she almost mumbled your name on several occasions.
Sana lay there thinking, thought and thought, day after day about how to break this curse of you.
“What can I do?! It’s not like I can just ask someone about this…” She groaned while closing her eyes.
.
.
.
She lay there until she came to a realization.
A conclusion that she would never have thought of.
"Unless…c-can it be that I actually want...to have sex with (YN)?" She silently said to herself, now sitting up hearing her phone dinged.
It was her mom asking where she was.
Sana texted back saying she had to stay behind and learn more about something she didn't understand, but that she was on her way.
After that Sana cleaned herself up and left home.
The final thought of actually wanting sex with you dominate her mind.
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It was 9:32 PM
Sana was lying on her bed, still thinking about you and about that night.
Even though she was trying her best to forget about it the past few days, she still had the idea of wanting you and just embraced the memory.
Now the more she thought about it, the more she had a different view about it.
It was wrong, really wrong, but Sana thought that you felt...different.
Different from all the others she's been with.
Maybe it was since you were her step-brother...but no...it wasn't.
She remembered the way you looked.
Powerful, intense, assertive; almost animal-like.
Like you were on a mission and nothing was going to stop you with the way you looked at her with those intense eyes.
It almost turned her on, now that she was visioning it.
Your tone of voice when you told her that it was your turn, bottomless and alarming. She wouldn't be lying if she said that she got slightly wet from hearing you, but she would never admit that.
Then the fucking...my god the fucking, true you weren’t as buff as other guys, but something about you was...well she didn't know how to describe it.
It was that exemplary.
Ding
Sana's phone lit up. She picked it up and saw a text from her mom.
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Sana, your father and I are going to be working late again.
Please tell your brother. He's not picking up his cell.
Thanks and love you.
Ok, I will, be safe and love you too
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After setting her phone down, Sana went back to her thoughts again.
The more she thought, the more she came to that same conclusion back at the shed.
Now she’s convinced of herself.
'It can't be...can it? I mean it's crazy...right?' She internally debated herself.
She then sighed and sat up on her bed.
'If this whole thing started with him, then I'm sure it has to end with him. But what am I going to say?'
About 10 mins later, she was satisfied with what she was going to say to you, now standing up from her bed and heading straight to her brother’s room.
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You were sitting at your desk in your room attempting to do homework.
Key word: attempting.
Your mind was drifting to Sana every second.
For the past days, you've been thinking of what to say...but what can you say?
Apologize for forcing yourself onto her? How does one even start with that?
You placed your head on your hands as you rubbed your temple.
The only good thing about this is that Sana hasn’t told mom or dad, but she hasn’t said a word to you since as well as keeping up her reputation at school.
“God what I have done…”
You ruined this fam-
KNOCK KNOCK
You looked up at the door.
“Yeah?” Thinking it was mom or da-
SWING
The door opened and Sana came inside the room as your body froze.
"S-Sana?" You stuttered as Sana closed the door behind.
"No, don't say another word unless I ask you something." She said as you were about to say- "If I hear a single word from you besides that, I'm leaving. Understand?"
You nodded while Sana walked closer, looking at the desk to see your homework, then back at you.
"Okay (YN), I hope you know that what you did to me was wrong. VERY wrong. Not only are we family, but you…you forced yourself onto me…" you nodded slowly, “why?”
You looked dow-
“No, you look into my eyes.” She declared as you turned your sight to her’s deeming for an answer.
“Because…because hearing all the other students talk about you I-it made me think so too…”
“So you were frustrated and pent up?”
You nodded.
“And you think fucking me while I was asleep was the best idea?!”
“...”
“For fuck sakes (YN)...buy a god damn toy or something?! Or the very least talk to me about it?!”
“...sorry.”
Sana sighed.
“Well sorry doesn’t mean shit. Especially for what you did.”
“...”
“...you want to make up for it?” She asked suddenly as you nodded fast.
“Y-yes! Anything you need Sana, I’ll do it!” You begged as Sana grinned.
“Well, here’s the thing. Since then, I’ve been trying to fuck my way out of thinking about what you did, but guess what? Nothing works,” you remained still, “and since I can't take that night out of my head and I tried my hardest to do so, believe me...but...the more I kept thinking about that, the more I realized something” she took a breath, “I want to have sex with you again."
.
.
“...what?”
"I know it's crazy and I know I just said that we're family and all, but...the more I think about it, the more I keep thinking about you, and it's driving me crazy to a point that it’s making me delusional and…sigh, I know it's fucking crazy, but somehow, you keep appearing in my mind."
You gulped.
“So I thought and…oh god damn it (YN), do you want to fuck again or not?!” She asked crossing her arms under her breasts as you gulped many times that you went dry in your mouth.
You didn't know what to even think.
Was she pranking you?
Was she filming this to blackmail you?
What’s going on in her damn mind?
Especially after that night?!
"Hurry up," She tapped her fingers as your conscious is telling you not to do it, to stay the hell away from any of that subject from Sana...but fuck that.
You nodded slowly and Sana smirked.
"Well brother~" she declared in a seducing tone, "I hope you didn't plan on getting any homework done~" leaning forward next to your ear, "and if you ever force yourself to me again, these," you groaned as Sana pressed her hand hard against your manhood to a point of pain rather than pleasure “will be gone for good, are we clear?”
“Y-yes,” You muttered as Sana gave a chuckle.
“Good, now come here~”
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You then felt your sister's soft hands on your jaw and turned your head towards her, looking up and your eyes widened as she leaned down and placed her warm and soft lips on you.
You were shocked once again.
The feeling of Sana’s lips on your felt amazing as she moaned against your lips, which only heightened the pleasure of your first kiss.
You didn't know what to do so you stayed still, feeling her hand rub against your jaw, sending a shiver down your spine.
Sana slowly lowered you down to the bed during the kiss as you felt your back hit against the soft bed, but your attention was solely on the kiss.
You stayed motionless as you were uncertain about what you were supposed to do.
This felt exhilarating for you.
You could feel her pressing her lips further to you and at that moment, you felt her breasts press up against you as your body twitched at the soft feeling of her large breasts against you.
You groaned when you felt a bulge in your pants grow.
It felt incredibly tight in your pants as your penis twitched against the fabric of your boxers with Sana eventually pulled away from the kiss, and a trail of saliva between their lips formed, as she stared down at you.
Sana slightly giggled at your facial expression of pure euphoria from just a kiss.
She rubbed her hand against your cheek and then kissed you again, moaning and trailing her hand down your body until it reached the bulge in your pants.
You arched your back slightly as your sister's touch made you suddenly feel elated with her starting to rub the bulge and you could only groan into her lips.
She broke the kiss once again and licked her lips while rubbing your bulge continuously causing you to clench the bed covers tightly with your hands.
She giggled at your reactions and moved her hand a bit faster and leaned down to kiss you on the neck. Sana nibbled on your neck slightly and sucked on your skin, leaving a reddish hickey spot on him.
All you could do is moan in satisfaction as you were dealing with emotions that you couldn't believe.
You became so distracted by the pleasure that you were unaware that your sister was moving down your body and then crouched down in between your legs at the edge of the bed.
Licking her lips seductively, she took a hold of your pants and dragged them down to your ankles with your boxers going along with them.
Your erection popped up from its confinement as it stood stiff and erect in front of her.
You felt a cold breeze in your lower body and lifted your head up to see what happened as your eyes widened as you saw your sister staring at your penis.
‘So this is what’s making me think so much? Damn, he’s actually packing, not the biggest, but it’s up there.’
"You're pretty big (YN) I’ll give you that, bigger than most." You heard Sana say as she suddenly grabbed a hold of your erection with one of her hands.
The moment her hand touched it, your mind went blank as you were overcome with a new level of pleasure that you imagined for months now.
“So this is what you wanted me to do for some time now~” She asked while stroking you a bit as you nodded, “how long~”
“F-four months…”
“Four months huh? Well, guess I don’t blame you that much for being pent up, but don’t worry~ cause now, all your fantasies will come true~”
Her warm and soft hand felt incredible against your skin as you could only moan in delight.
Sana giggled at your reaction and began to move her hand, stroking your erection slowly, allowing you to get used to the amazing feeling you felt for the first time.
You groaned again, gritting your teeth and clenching the sheets.
"Aaaahhh...Sana...this feels amazing..." You told her as she smiled and moved her hand faster.
She saw you squirm along with her movements and it made her grin at your erection as if she found a new and exciting toy to play and ravage with.
The only thing it needed, was something she could easily fix.
She reached to the top of your erection and slowly started to peel your foreskin down your mushroom-shaped bulb.
You winced softly, feeling a little pain from her doing so, but she was able to do it without real problems. She moaned when she stared at her brother's tip.
She had a look that showed how much she wanted to lick it.
So, she did.
Her desire and lust were increased as she leaned closer and started flicking her tongue against your cock.
She licked around your bulb, placing her lips against it and tasting her own brother's penis for the first time.
She lightly sucked on the glands while using one of her hands to lightly stroke your length as you felt like you were no longer in the room, but floating on a soft cloud, floating in the sky.
The warmth feeling of Sana’s tongue on your penis was from a different world, a world filled with pleasure and good sensations.
A world you never wanted to leave.
It was pure ecstasy.
Her wet tongue and soft lips only intensified your pleasure.
You couldn't believe how good this felt and Sana’s sexual desires were growing with every second and the thought of your cock only heightened them.
She flicked her tongue continuously around your bulb and began tasting your bitter pre-cum.
However, she loved the taste and showed it by going to the very tip and flicking her tongue against it as you moaned and groaned when she did this.
"Are you ready, (YN)?" she asked him, but you were too caught up with your own excitement that you didn't hear her.
She took this as a sign to go on and started taking your penis into her mouth.
Your eyes opened wide and your back arched higher as you felt your sister's warm mouth envelope your penis as she continued going down on you until she was able to fit your entire length inside.
"Ahhh! What the...this feels amazing!" You screamed in pure delight as your sister's warm mouth over your penis shook your very core.
It only got better when she started moving upwards, all the way to the tip and then back down.
You clenched the sheets as tightly as you could as your sister gave you your first-ever blowjob.
She continued to bob her head, moving at a decent speed and pace, making sure her brother didn't release so quickly. She wanted to keep doing this as long as possible.
You on the other hand were so consumed by the pleasure you weren’t aware of anything going on.
Your own sister was bobbing her head on your penis.
You couldn't describe the sensation.
It just felt so damn good that you didn't know if you could live without it and Sana…
'Why...why does this feel so much better than any other guy?' Sana thought, loving the taste of your penis.
You were not as big or had the same girth as a few, but it felt way better.
She didn't understand it.
Maybe it was the erotic mind of doing it with her brother?
The incest thoughts that made her hornier than usual?
Or the way you were that night that made her moister than anything?
However, she didn't question it for long as she continued to slurp on your erection, roaming her hands across your thighs. She then felt your penis throb inside her mouth and knew what was coming.
“Cum (YN)...give me all of it…” She bobbed faster.
"Ahhh! Sana...not so fast...ah...I-I’m coming!" You screamed as the pressure was building up to its breaking point and tightly held onto the covers as you were at your breaking point.
"AHHHH! Sana!" You arched your back and thrust upward, releasing your orgasm into her waiting mouth.
Sana moaned as she felt streams of your hot and sticky cum shoot into her mouth and took in everything you sprayed inside her, not missing a single drop.
She held her head in place as she waited for your orgasm to die down.
For you, this orgasm was ten times better than any time you had, especially three days ago.
It was just incredible how much of a difference it was.
Her warm mouth seemed to be the cause of it and you loved it as you slowly laid your back down on the covers as your orgasm died down with one last spurt of your semen entering Sana's mouth.
She moaned and moved her head up and down slowly to clean you up.
Once she got everything, she removed your penis from her mouth with a pop and backed away from it.
She swallowed the remaining semen in her mouth and smiled, seeing your erection up and ready for more.
"Hmm, shame, you came quick (YN).”
“S-sorry, I just…it’s my first so…”
“Oh really~ answer me this (YN)~ you’ve ever masturbated to me?” She asked as you nodded slowly.
What? Sana, your sister, just gave you a blowjob, no point in hiding anything at this point.
“Hehe~ ah (YN), this is gonna be fun~ And at least you got stamina cause you’re still hard as hell, which is what I can’ say for most, don’t be as quick again.” She demanded as you opened your eyes, no longer in the state of euphoria you was in as she crawled on top of you until she met you face to face and lowered herself and kissed you on the lips, moaning into your mouth.
You, who was still at your high point, closed your eyes and pushed yourself forward a bit, trying your best to kiss back.
Sana made a soft noise in surprise as she opened her eyes slightly to look at you and smiled and kissed her brother back, pressing her chest down onto you, rubbing herself on your cock, stimulating you for the next round.
She forced you to open your lips and she quickly entered inside and roamed her tongue around the inside of your mouth and ended with a dance between each other’s tongues.
You both moaned continuing their passionate make-out session with love only they could feel.
Sana pulled away and stared down at you with a warm smirk as she completely dominated you.
You opened your eyes and stared up at your sister, calming from your racing heartbeat from the intense kiss they shared.
She smiled at you and tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear and grabbed one of your hands and led them straight to her breast.
Your eyes widened at the softness of her large breasts. You may not be having direct contact with them right now, but they still felt incredible to touch.
"W-Wow..." You muttered in awe.
“You don’t think I noticed you catching glimpses at me from time to time?” She said as you looked at her, “you’re a naughty boy (YN)~ I see why now~”
“...”
“Go ahead, do whatever you want~”
Sana smiled at you as she clenched your hand and started moving your hand.
Your ears twitched at the angelic sound she made, the same one that you loved. You felt proud to be the one who made her moan like that and not someone else.
How you wanted to hear it again.
"That’s it, keep doing it~" You started moving your hand on your own, your body responding to your excitement and gave her breast a squeeze, making her moan again.
How much you loved that sound.
You continued kneading and squeezing her breast, stimulating her body in ways that she loved.
Sana bit her bottom lip, as she desperately wanted to feel your hands against her actual flesh, taking your hand and removed it from her breast.
You frowned in disappointment as she smiled at you.
"Hold on..." She told you and straddled your waist, your erection rubbing against her pelvis and lower abdomen.
She grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head.
You could only look in complete awe as she removed the fabric with one fluid motion making her breasts bounce.
You felt your cheeks get red as you couldn't help but stare at her white bra-covered breasts.
She tossed her shirt to the floor and then reached behind her to unclasp her bra and tossed it to the floor as well and revealed her large mounds to you.
You were at a loss for words.
You have never seen something so beautiful, so sexy, and just so amazing looking. Her pale skin and her pink perky nipples looked beautiful.
Your sister's breasts looked incredible in the light and that was more than enough for you to latch onto one of her breasts and grabbed the other with a hand.
Sana squealed as she felt you begin to suck on her boob, flicking your tongue against her nipple like a hungry carnivore.
Your hand squeezed and kneaded her other breast, stimulating her twice as much as with your previous contact.
"Ahhh that's it (YN)~ it feels so good~" She screamed in delight as you smirked.
You pinched her nipple in between your fingers and pulled them softly to pleasure her more and did the same with the other, except you nibbled on her perky nipple while keeping your mouth latched over on your favorite part of your sister.
Sana squirmed on your waist, loving everything her brother was doing to her body. It was completely different than any person doing it and she was glad she decided to do this.
She loved your warm mouth against her breast to the point she was disappointed when you let go, only to switch breasts.
This made her elated and consumed by lust.
She wanted more though.
As you continued to attack her breasts, she used her hands to slip off her clothes and then her white panties, leaving her completely nude in front of you.
She rubbed her cunt, feeling how wet and hot it felt, showing how much she needed a dick inside her.
You felt something wet against your penis, prompting you to let go of her breasts and looked down to see your sister now completely naked above you.
You felt your entire face get red.
"W-when did you..." You muttered as she giggled took her hand and rubbed her hand up and down your erection.
"Alright, I think I’m wet enough for the main event~" You gulped as you looked at her lust-filled eyes.
You were about to have sex with your sister once more and it sent chills down your spine and a feeling of excitement.
There was also nervousness too, but you did your best to hold that emotion back as Sana took hold of your cock and aligned it with her opening.
Your eyes widened as far as they could go as you felt her hot and wet insides immediately clamp around your penis, making you feel the pleasure.
Sana moaned as she took your entire length inside her.
Your penis wasn't as big, it didn't fully reach her cervix, but that didn't matter to her.
In fact, your penis just felt so different, so much more amazing than any penis she ever had inside her.
She didn't know why this was the case, but she didn't question it and just enjoyed the pleasure it gave her.
Your mind was gone as the pleasure of being inside your sister was all you cared about. It felt incredible to be inside her.
The tight walls that surrounded your erection, plus the heat and wetness of her vagina, was an experience that you could die from.
It was just that good as you gripped her thighs tightly as the tightness of her walls was making your release come sooner than you wanted.
However, you couldn't help it.
You just lost your virginity and you were happy that it was your sister who took it from you…what an odd saying now thinking-
"W-Wow Sana...this feels amazing...you feel so good..."
"Heh I haven’t even moved (YN), you really are a virgin."
“Sa-oh…”
She didn't give you the chance to say anything as she leaned down to you and placed her soft lips on your mouth again.
You moaned as you kissed back, moving your tongue with hers.
Her breasts pressed against your chest as she roamed her hands under your shirt and up your body. Her touch was spine-tingling as your penis contracted inside her.
She moaned when she felt it stiffen and smiled into the kiss.
She pulled away and straddle your waist again.
“Hope you’re ready~"
She asked you and you nodded.
Smiling, she placed her hands on your chest and then lifted her hips and began riding you at a slow pace.
You curled your toes in satisfaction as you watched Sana bounce up and down on your cock.
Her breasts bounced along with her movements, hypnotizing you and making you love her mounds all over again.
You licked your lips and raised your hands to grab both of her breasts.
She moaned when you made contact, squeezing, pull,ing and kneading her breasts, earning an angelic sound from her mouth.
You loved that sound.
Sana felt like she was in heaven.
Your cock felt great inside her.
Having sex with her own brother was compelling enough, but this, this was worth the risk.
She moved her hands from your chest and towards the covers next to your head as she focused more on her movements.
She sped up and the sounds of their flesh smacking echoed throughout the room, mixed along with their moans.
You leaned up and took one of her breasts into your mouth again, sucking on her teat like before and kneaded her other breast in your hand and began thrusting upward, matching her bounces and joining her in their forbidden lovemaking.
Sana moaned your name continuously, her eyes filled with nothing but lust for her brother. You removed your mouth from her breast with a pop and kneaded them in circles, squishing her breasts against each other.
"Sana...this feels incredible...oh..." You moaned as you felt another orgasm approach.
"Ah~ (YN)...oh this is wonderful~...I'm gonna cum..." She screamed, rolling her head back in pleasure.
"Me too...ahhh...I’m not protect-"
“I am, just cum inside me!” Sana instructed as you grabbed her waist and held on to her tightly.
Both sister and brother felt their orgasms approach quickly as she bounced faster on you and you thrust fast into her and looked down at you and placed a hand on your cheek.
She leaned down and kissed you as they made out while in the middle of their intercourse, but pulled away quick and screamed as she felt her orgasm reaching its boiling point.
"Ahhh...I'm cumming...I'm cumming (YN)..."
"Me too...me too Sana!" You tightened your hands on her waist.
The bed creaked with every one of their quick-paced movements as their simultaneous orgasms were about to erupt.
"I'm cumming! Sana!" You let out a final scream as you released and came inside your sister again.
"(YN)!" She screamed your name as well, her walls tightening around your cock and forcing you to release your semen into her waiting womb.
The two stayed still as they rode their orgasms.
Jet streams of your hot and thick seed filled her up again, giving her a pleasure that she couldn't describe in words.
Both of you panted as their orgasms died down.
Your groin was covered in her vaginal secretion and semen that leaked out of her opening as her body glowed in the lightly dimmed room.
The sweat that covered her body glistened against the light, making her look absolutely stunning to you.
It was like a work of art that you exclusively wanted for yourself.
She was like a goddess in your eyes as she looked down at you and smiled, leaning down and kissed you.
It was quick but felt just as good.
"Sana...that was amazing..." You said as she caressed your cheek.
"It was incredible (YN), but now…now since you’ve done such a wonderful job~ I’ll let you pick the next position~" She grinned while staring at you.
And again, something changed inside you.
All that questioning you had of this was now gone.
You then smirked and stared back.
“Doggy?” You asked as Sana grinned and Sana got on her arms and legs as you stood up behind her.
Her ass was on display and couldn't help, but slap a cheek hard as Sana moaned at your roughness, but…
“I didn’t say slap me! I said fuck me!" She ordered as she stretched her pussy walls with her hand herself to invite you in.
You positioned your cock in her and grabbed onto her hips and slowly pushed in as both moaned yet again as you started to go in and out of her in a pace, but you really wanted to please her so you drastically increased your speed as Sana took your cock.
"Oh god...(YN)! (YN)! (YN)!...keep going!"
Your groin was connecting to her ass every time you thrusted in her and Sana could only hold onto the sheets of the bed and moan loudly as she was getting pounded rapidly.
"Oh yes, yes, yes, yes...just like that. Oh god..."
It was indeed like last time.
This was it.
This was what Sana was missing and craving for.
Who cares if your siblings, no one needed to know.
This was way better than any of the other students and she didn't know why and didn't care.
All she cared about was you and her.
After about a couple of minutes of raw fucking, Sana…
“Oh god (YN)! I’m gonna cum!”
“So am I!” With that, you grabbed onto Sana’s hips and really drilled into her.
“Ah (YN)! Ooh my fucking god!” Sana gripped the sheets as you groaned without any words and then…
“Hmph!” With one thrust you released another wave of semen into your sister’s pussy and Sana lumped on the bed as she felt your essence dripping out of her love hole.
“Ah~...oh god…Mmmm...so good~" She said as you released your deflated penis, all slobbed with her juices and laid down on the bed next to her, both heavily breathing and sweating like you both ran a marathon, "that...was amazing~" Sana hushed as you nodded.
"Yeah it was," you replied. "so…what uh…is this a…?”
“Just say it (YN).”
“A one time thing?" You said as Sana chuckled and patted your chest.
"Hmm...well, I don't know, it was-”
“(YN)! Sana! I’m back!” Your dad’s voice echoed as both of you were alerted.
"Shit!" “Crap!” Both said while getting up, adrenaline surging you both as you two quickly dressed back up and hid anything to remove any evidence of the sin both committed on the bed as Sana stated that they’ll be down in a minute as your dad said it was fine while he was getting a drink.
Before going out, you stopped Sana.
"What?"
"We need to talk about this...about us."
"We will, but later."
You nodded as the both of you walked out together and down the stairs.
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TIMESKIP
ONE WEEK LATER
Well, it's been a week since that night and still, you both haven't talked yet.
You were impatient about it, but you wanted to give Sana time to think about this, after all that you two did was different.
You can tell that she was thinking about this during her time. She wasn't really the same since that night as she was quiet again and she seemed to be going back to her old self again.
Even though you both live under the same roof and same classes, you both barely said words to one another as you were at your locker with 7th period was about to start, but something was weird today. In fact the past week.
Sana actually dressed appropriately.
No tied-up shirt or a low skirt, but the way the school clothing should be.
And she seemed more upbeat.
You are glad, don't get yourself wrong, but it was strange. Last week she wasn't herself and now-
"Hey (YN)." You looked to see Sana walking toward you. She was still clothed in the way it should be and not her version.
"What's up Sana."
"So I was wonderi-"
"Hey, Sana." Someone from behind her spoke up.
You both turned to see some guy walking towards the both of you.
Most likely one of Sana's 'friends'.
"Can I help you?" She asked.
"Actually, yeah you can. Mind staying with me some guys after school~" He said leaning against the lockers, "we're hosting a small get-together after our win last night and wondering if you wanted to join us?"
"No, I'm good," Sana answered.
"What?"
"I said I'm good." Sana repeated as you rose a brow and smiled at her as Sana smiled back at you.
"So I was wondering-"
"Hey!" The guy yelled as he grabbed her wrist which made Sana panic, "you can't blow me off like that!"
You then went in between and grabbed his wrist.
"Let her go!" The guy wasn't that big; he was similar to your height.
He looked right into your eyes.
"And who are you asshole."
"Her brother. Now I won't say it again. Let. Her. Go."
The guy glared at you and let go of Sana...only to shove you hard. You took a couple of steps back. By now a crowd was starting to form around you three.
"Hey, you can't push him like that!" Sana yelled at him.
"Like a give a damn and you still haven't answered me."
"I said no!" Sana yelled and then came to your side and held your hand, "come on (YN), let's go." She said as you both walked away.
Unfortunately...
"That's a first. The fucking slut said no." The guy yelled out causing everyone to look at Sana as you looked at her and her face said it all: Hurt, embarrassed and sadden.
You let go of Sana's hand and turned towards the guy and walked to him.
"What? You going to d-"
THUMP
But he was cut short when you punched his face and grabbed his shirt, roughly pushing him into the lockers and brought your arm up and tried to punch-
THUMP
“Hmph!”
He kneed you in the stomach in return as you hissed and he turned the two of you around so that your back was against the lockers now as you guarded and tried to retaliate.
The crowd of students was shouting words, some recording and some calling for help as Sana stood there petrified, legs frozen as she didn't know what to do.
The guy then went for a punch, but you used an arm to block it, then out of nowhere...
SLAM
You head-butted the student hard, right on his nose, stumbling back, holding onto his nose as you rubbed your forehead.
“So much easier in the movies…” You complained as the guy dropped his hand and saw blood as it poured out of his nose.
"You little shit!" He yelled as he lunged-
"ENOUGH!!!" A loud voice came through the pack of the students watching as the principal came through, "Both of you in my office! Now! Everyone get to class!" He yelled out while getting near you both and grabbing your arms.
You two were forced to follow him as…
“(YN)!?” Sana came quickly to you and hugged you as you hugged back.
"Everything will be fine. Don't worry. Just get to class alright." You whispered into her ear and let go of her as she nodded slowly, her eyes glossy as you smiled at her, “I’ll be fine Sana, don’t worry,” Sana nodded once more as you followed the principal.
She looked back to see your back slowly growing smaller as you left while Sana remained rooted, a single tear falling as she couldn’t hold her emotions.
“(YN)...I’m sorry…”
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You were in your room after you came home early from school.
Yeah, you got suspended.
Your parents came to pick you up and they gave you a stern argument in the car ride home as you told them that the guy was messing with Sana and while they were still mad, they thanked you for protecting your sister but said that the fight was unnecessary.
Now you were on your phone on your bed passing the time until...
THUMP
The door was crashed open as Sana appeared in her uniform.
"(YN)!"
She ran and jumped on top of you as you held her back.
Her head in the crook of your neck as she held onto you with you patting her back for a few seconds before she then pushed herself off and letting you sit up.
"A-are you okay?" She asked with concern as you nodded.
"Sana I told you I’ll be fine. Just got suspended for a week." Sana released a breath of stress out.
"Thank god. I was scared that you got expelled."
"They were lenient on me since other students came up to tell the story of how I was just protecting you. Not sure about the other guy." Sana sighed.
"I'm sorry (YN). If it wasn't for me, this wouldn't have happened."
"Don't blame yourself Sana. That guy was an asshole."
"But-"
"But nothing Sana. He badmouthed you and I couldn't let him get away with that." You said with a smile.
"But you got hurt because of me." She looked down.
"I don't care." She looked back up, “I’d do anything for your safety Sana.”
“Don’t be stupid (YN), I don’t want you to get hurt for me!”
“It’s not stupid Sana, I’m supposed to look out for you.”
“Well, I can take care of myself just fine (YN)! I don’t need you to-” Sana stopped as she took a breath in and out, “sorry, sorry I’m just-” Sana stopped once more as she moved to be next to you and placed her head on your shoulder, “I don’t want to see you get hurt (YN)...I don’t…”
“I know Sana. Same to you, I don’t want to hear anyone insult you like that.”
Sana didn’t move, “, especially to the girl I love.”
Sana’s eyes widened.
“Lo-” Sana turned her head to look at you.
“When our parents adopted you, they promised me that I should be the best brother I could be. Someone to look after you and to take care of you. That's why I don't care. I don't care about getting hurt if it means you'll be fine."
"(YN)..." Sana said softly.
"Growing up, you were shy and hung with me, but I didn't care. I was supposed to take care of you so I let you stick close to me. I needed to be with you to protect you, but soon that 'need' turned to 'want'. And growing up, I started to develop a crush on you." Sana gulped, "It was wrong I know. But being a young kid and growing up with someone attractive like you, playing and hanging around with me almost 24/7. It just...got to me. Of course, you were my sister, so obviously I had to push them away. But what they said about your first love being hard to get rid of...it's true."
"You mean, actual love?" She clarified as you nodded in response.
"Yeah, actual love, not in a sibling way, but romantically. I love you Sana."
“...”
"I love you for a lot of reasons. You're beautiful, unique, smart, playful, and funny. You're all that and then the minor things, the way your hair flows in the wind, your smile that brights me up, your silly laugh that makes me smile. It's honestly everything about you. In a word, you're perfect Sana, you're perfect for me."
Sana just took everything.
Her heart was beating like a drum.
"But you're my sister and I tried to get rid of that love, but couldn't and every time I see or even hear about you at school...I was so jealous of the other students, and I couldn't take it anymore, and...and now here we are, but I can't help to think that I'm just another guy to you," you said looking down, "someone that you'll be tired off and eventually move on."
Sana just sat there and took your confession.
You loved her.
And it pained her to see you this way.
"(YN), I'm sorry that I made you feel this way, but I can promise you that I'll never leave you." She then grabbed your face with both her hands to look at her. “You're not just another guy to me. You're someone that I know is always going to look after me. Since we were little kids, you've been there to protect me, you've been there to see if I was okay, even now you're taking punches for me. You're someone who is very important to me (YN) and I know we haven't talked yet, but you're different."
You couldn't help but smile at her words.
"And then after our second night together, something has been bugging me, nothing bad no. Well, I can't really explain it, but you were different from anyone that I've been with. It felt...right. And that whenever I'm with you, my heart just beats fast and I feel funny around you. And when I think about this feeling, you're the only one that pops into my head and I can't help but...smile and be happy that it's you that I'm thinking of. I'm not experienced in love or anything, but," she grasps your hand, "I think this is the way you feel about me."
“...”
"(YN), I-I think I love you too and not the sibling way either," She then looked away. "I'm so sorry, I was hurting you this whole time, the entire time. I-"
"It's fine Sana, what matter now is the now and the future okay? That’s all that matter." She turned to look at your smile. "So...what do we do? What are we?" You asked.
"I guess we're a couple now." She said. "And we do what couples do, we can go on dates, you know dinner, movies, that sort of things, but we have to keep this a secret between us." She explained as you nodded.
"Yeah, yeah, okay, I'd love that." She then just leaned into you enjoying your warmth and comfort as you held her.
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TWO WEEKS LATER
It's been two weeks since each confessed to one another and both couldn't be happier. During your week of suspension, you and Sana have been at home just being in close proximity to one another.
Each day would be the same, every morning before she went off to school; she would see you privately without your parents around, and with her uniform being proper like, and give you a kiss goodbye, a 'long' kiss goodbye for before she left home.
Then when she came home, she would once again, in private, give you a hello kiss, yes a long one too.
After that, she would be in your room or vice versa and both would just watch TV, and play board games, and on their phones, it really didn't matter if it's something both can do.
You both even went out to hang out with some friends a couple of times.
Of course, they went to go on secret dates.
You both went to see a movie and had a lunch date together over the next couple of weeks. It was really fun, both talked a lot about what you missed in school and other stuff.
You both really enjoyed these moments and none couldn't be any happier.
Now that you're suspension was up, you came back to school.
Sana was still in her proper uniform and hanged around you as much as she could. Guys would occasionally ask for her 'assistance', but she either ignore them or say no and walk away before any drama would start.
All in all, it was a good two weeks.
Of course, you both haven't done 'it' since that night, but it didn’t matter since-
KNOCK KNOCK
You stared at your door.
"Yeah?" You said as Sana opened the door with a notebook in hand.
"Hey," You said as she came into your room.
"Hey, you doing anything?” She asked as you shook your head.
“History homework, what’s up?” Sana closed the door behind and came closer while placing her notebook on your desk and you noticed a bunch of math formulas.
"I got this math test on Friday. I was wondering how you do the trig functions?" She asked as you stared at her, “Please, I’m beyond confused, and the teachers suck at explaining this.”
You nodded.
“Sure, huh, let’s sit on the bed and I’ll show you.” Seeing as how you only have one seat, being on the bed would be more room to show as Sana grabbed her notebook and you grabbed some pencils.
And after a twenty-minute lesson, she was starting to get it.
You gave her problems and she went to work with you overseeing her.
"I think this is good." She said as she handed the paper to you.
"Hmm....yup, that’s the answer. Nice job." Sana smiled.
“Okay, I’m starting to understand now. Can we still do this?” She asked as you nodded. “Hehe~ thanks (YN),”
“Course,” and just as you were going to talk…
“So I was wondering, if I do well on the test, can I get a reward?" She said eyeing you.
You were a bit confused about her question.
"Okay? What do you want?" She then smiled and gave you some serious sexual eyes.
"I think you already know~" She said cooingly suddenly starting to massage your cock over your shorts as you flinched at the contact, “Ara ara~ someone need some help~ it has been a while~" She said still glazing at you.
"Sana, we can’t do anything like this when our parents are here…" You said quietly, but her massaging you was not helping.
"Oh they can't hear us," She leaned closer to your face, "and besides, it’s kind of erotic that they can catch us. Hmm~ it’s making my pussy wet just thinking about it~ you want a feel~" She suggested putting her other hand over her shorts, “maybe a lick~”
'Fuck…god damn it Sana…'
KNOCK KNOCK
Both of you quickly went to normal as the door was being knocked on.
“(YN)? Sana? Do you want anything from the kitchen, I’m making a few sandwiches?” Your dad’s voice was heard.
“Nah,” “No thanks dad,”
“Alright,” is all he said and a few seconds passed as you turned to Sana and rose a brow.
“See. And as much as I want to and I really want to. We can't do anything like that okay? Not when our parents are home." Sana pouted at the words.
"You’re so boring (YN), fine, but do I still get a reward?" She said while putting her hands on the bed.
"Yeah sure, you can still get your reward...if you manage to get an A." She widened her eyes.
"An A?! (YN) I only have three days to learn this!"
"And I know you can do this. You're a smart girl, I know you are. Your grades aren't really showing it, but I know you can do this. Back in middle school, you were one of the brightest girls there was."
Sana, since starting high school, hasn't been doing well in her grades, your parents were confused since she was smart back in middle school, but they reckon it's because of the change from middle to high.
“Can you help me?” She asked as you nodded.
“Of course, anything for you Sana.” She smiled as she leaned toward you and both shared a quick kiss as Sana pulled away, leaving you with a smile, “thanks (YN).”
But here she was asking for your help with homework and you stared at her, as she wondered why you were looking at her like that.
"What?" She asked as she saw your stare.
"It's been a while since I actually saw you care for school work," Sana grumbled and playfully pushed you.
"Rude, I do some homework here and there. In fact, I've been catching up on assignments. Getting my missing work in and everything." You rose a brow.
"Yeah? What changed?"
"You." She said looking at you.
"Yeah?" You repeated as Sana nodded.
"You’ve working on your assignments while suspended so I just thought that I should catch up on homework too." She said nonchalant as you smiled and pecked her on her lips as she smiled after.
"Well, shall we continue then?" She nodded and both continued to learn.
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TIMESKIP
DAYS LATER
Friday came and you and Sana were in your room while both of you were on your bed, no, not doing that.
Sana was nervous holding her laptop on her lap and kept refreshing the page of her Math class, waiting for the update on her score.
"Sana don't worry, I'm sure you did well." You held onto her shoulder with one hand as Sana sighed.
"I know I'm tryi-It's there!" She said while looking away, "I can't look, tell me whats the score." You leaned down and saw the score on the right as you grinned.
"I'm sorry Sana, you didn't get an A..." You felt her shoulders drop, "you got an A-"
Sana looked at the screen and indeed she got a 92 out of 100.
"You JERK!" She turned and pushed you as you laughed. "Why’d you say that?!"
"Haha! Sorry Sana, I couldn't resist."
“Meanie…” Sana pouted but looked at her score and smiled, “I can’t believe I got an A.” You smiled and leaned back up to her.
“Well you are smart Sana, not sure why you keep doubting yourself.” You poked her head as Sana looked at you, “congrats,”
“Hehe~ And it was thanks to you (YN),” She smiled while leaning forward and you two shared a quick kiss as you shook your head afterward.
“Nah, it was all you Sana,”
“Still…” Sana took a look at her score and closed her laptop, standing up and placing it on the desk while turning to you.
"So~,” Sana walked to you and straddled you, her hands on your shoulders as you smiled at her, “ about my reward~" She asked with her face close to yours.
"Already Sana?"
"We’re alone (YN)~, which means~" She leaned closer to whisper in your ear, "we can fuck as hard as we want my dear brother~" The way she whispers, god it was grand.
"I guess so~ my dear sis~" She smiled at you before pushing her face to yours and kissing you on the lips.
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Sana had always been a great kisser, but today, this kiss felt like the best thing in the world. You wrapped your arms around her slim body, pulling her tighter against you and deepening the kiss.
Both tongues met halfway in each other's mouths, licking and tasting each other. You couldn't help but get an erection growing in your shorts.
You both groaned into each other's mouths, hearing the lust between the two rises.
You moved your hand into her top, and to your not so surprise, no bra as you grasped onto one of her soft breasts, and the moment you did, she pulled her mouth away from yours to let out a low and hot moan that made your cock twitch.
Sana tossed her head back, exposing your neck to you.
You quickly latched your tongue onto the soft skin, causing her to moan and rock her hips on your cock.
This went on for a couple of minutes before your lips met again.
You then lifted her top up, displaying her large globes and hardened nipples to you. You lowered your head and took one of her nipples into her mouth, licking and rolling around them with your tongue.
"Ahhh! I love that~" Sana moaned wrapping her arms around your head and pulling you closer to suck her perfect-sized breasts, taking your time, going from nipple to nipple, enjoying the taste of her skin as well as the feel of them in your mouth.
You kept sucking onto her neck, but Sana had other plans.
She pulled your head towards hers and began kissing you once more. You let yourself enjoy the taste of her mouth while your hands were busy going inside her sweatpants. Sana then put her hands on yours and smirked at you.
She stood up from your lap, enough to be out of your reach. You knew what she was about to do, it was like the last time they did it. We smiled at each other before the beautiful brunette started to strip in front of you.
First her partly already shuffled top came off and was thrown on her desk. She then turned around presenting her shapely rear to you. She pulled her sweats down slowly, revealing her sexy ass to your sight with an antagonizing pain.
She was wearing black panties that barely covered her.
She then kicked her sweats away and started walking backward, butt first towards you. Once she saw that she was close to you, she brought her hands onto her knees and bent over.
Her ass and her damp panties were now inches away from your face.
"Well come on bro~ Eat me up." She said as she shook her tush at you.
You pulled the panties down quick and pressed your tongue against her pussy. Licking her from the bottom all the way to the top. She tasted wonderful like last time and you were trying to lick up all the juices running down out of her.
You rant your tongue inside her, licking and exploring each wall of her lips. Sana was groaning and moaning as more of her juices flowed into your mouth.
Sana was enjoying this so much that she began pushing her butt against your face. She was rubbing her ass on your face trying to get your tongue deeper into her.
Believe you, you were trying to go as deep as you could.
Then you brought your hands up; one fondling her ass cheeks and the other toying with her clit.
"Mmm...ahh! (YN) I think...Ahh!" Sana moaned out loud, evidently close to an orgasm. So you kept going, this time with more effort as you tongue fucked her and sped up your fingers on her clit.
"Yes...yes! Ahh yes! (YN)!" Sana yelled out your name as an orgasm ripped through her body.
Her juices came onto your face that you closed your eyes to shield them from the liquid, it went on your face and dripped downwards onto your shirt and shorts.
Once she figured she was done, she quickly turned around and licked your face, cleaning and tasting her own cum.
Once that was done, she dove into your mouth to share some that she stored in her mouth and forced it into yours. You didn't mind one bit. The taste was exquisite.
"God that was so good!" She said happily.
"Damn Sana, you got all over me."
"Can you blame me, I've been holding out for this moment ever since our last time."
"Holding out? You mean you haven't been with anyone else?" She shook her head.
"I know I have a...reputation at school, but I haven't been with anyone since we did it last time. Like I said, you changed me somehow."
You just smiled at her statement and brought her into a passionate kiss.
You let go of her, "I love you, Sana."
"I love you too (YN)." Both then stared into the eyes of each other for a bit before...
"Alright enough talk. Time for action and I believe it's your turn now brother~" Sana said before dropping to her knees in front of you.
Sana quickly pulled your wet shorts down, making your cock pop out as she gave it a smile before licking your hard shaft from the balls to the head. It was your turn to groan as your loving sister used her sexy mouth.
You watched as she opened her mouth wide and pushed your cock inside.
You watched at amazement as your cock continued to disappear into her mouth inch by inch until halfway through.
Sana looked up at you, her soft brown eyes connecting with yours as she wrapped one of her soft hands around the lower half of your cock and began pumping. She pumped your cock as she used her mouth and tongue to tease and play with your head of you.
It was all amazing.
The first time she did this to you was great, but it was nothing compared to the intense pleasure she was bringing you now.
Maybe due to the new love each one had for each other.
You ran your hand across her hair, tugging her brother's cock softly as she kept pumping and licking recklessly. She bobbed a few times before popping your cock out.
"This is perfect. Your cum, I want it. I need it."
She then dove down onto you again.
If there was one positive thing coming from her past experiences, she was talented...very talented.
She then again pulled it out and looked at you.
"Fuck my mouth, (YN)! Fuck it!" You nodded and she put it back into her mouth as you grabbed her hair tightly and began pumping you even deeper into her mouth, she let go of the grasp she had and let you take control and held nothing back and started fucking her mouth.
"Oh god Sana!" You moaned as you felt her tongue swirl and dip all around your cock's head and shaft.
You were so close to cumming and breathing heavily and felt your cock twitch and your lower half stiffen up.
"Ahhh! SANA!" You yelled loudly as you felt the cum explode from your cock and down her throat. Sana then pulled you out as she continued stroking you, aiming it all over her face and chest as strains of your hot cum came streaking at her.
You couldn't take or give anymore and sat on your bed, breathing hard to regain your air watching Sana scooping up your cum with her fingers and putting them into her mouth, savoring the taste.
"God, so good~" She moaned.
"Glad you enjoyed it."
"Oh I am. And since we made a mess last time on your bed. How about we use the shower this time? We could use some cleaning as well." Sana asked while still covered in your cum.
"Sure." Was all you said.
And with that, both headed quickly to the bathroom, taking off the remaining clothing both had as they went.
Reaching the bathroom, you turned on the shower and tested the temperature before hopping in while Sana was giving you a handy to get your cock hard again, which was succeeding.
After the water felt warm, you jumped in and signaled her to come as she walked to you, trapping your cock against her pussy and your pelvis. You wrapped one arm around her frame and the other squeezed one of her ass cheeks.
"Mhmm. Someone's excited." She asked me over the sound of the water splashing on her body, cleaning away the cum from her skin.
"Can you blame me?" You responded to her as she started to grind herself on your body as she felt your cock stroking her pussy lips, making both moans into each other's mouth.
"Mhmmm, Fuck me (YN). Take me. I'm all yours."
She moaned, still rubbing her body against yours, making your lust for her increase. You then lifted her and she wrapped her legs around my waist. You pushed her body against the shower wall, and slowly pushed yourself into her tight pussy.
"AHHH, FUCK!"
Sana screamed as you pierced her folds. Her pussy was so tight, but the water and she was making it so wet that it just slide in without any difficulty as the intense tightness made your eyes shut, your body shivering in the pleasure of it.
"Ohhh, fuck!" You shouted, feeling her walls adjust to your size.
You firmly held Sana by her ass as you slowly thrust into her.
Your lips met once again, tongues once again fighting for dominance, only it was for a bit as you increased your speed, forcing Sana to pull away and lean her head back against the bathroom wall.
"Fuck! FUCK! FUCK!"
Sana screamed as you adjusted your position a bit, You spread your legs apart, therefore, spreading hers apart as well and forcing her to open herself more. You felt her pussy loosen a little, allowing you to thrust faster and with more power within each one.
You lowered your head and sucked her neck again. Sana raised your grabbed your head hard, holding on for dear life as you drove her closer and closer to another orgasm.
"FUCK ME, FUCK ME! I love my brother's big dick tearing me apart!" Shouted Sana, obviously not caring who heard.
It was all wonderful, her body felt amazing against yours: her breasts against your chest, her nipples grazing you, her legs and arms around your body and head, privates smashing into one another.
Her pussy was tight, wet, and hot, you never wanted to leave that feeling.
"Ahhhhh...Ohhhh FUCK! I'm cumming! DON'T STOP!" You had no intention to.
You held on tightly to her body as you sped up the fucking. The sound of your bodies slamming into each other could easily be heard over the sounds of the shower.
"OHHHH!" Sana continued moaning with her pussy tightening around you which signaled her orgasm.
"(YN) (YN) (YN)!" She screamed as she came hard.
Feeling her cum sent you over the edge and came with her.
"OHHHH!" You grunted as you sent your cum deep into her hot pussy.
"Shit Sana...mph...mph!" You continued to curse as the orgasm you were feeling nearly knocked you out. You were careful in not to fall since you were holding Sana up by her ass. You still held her against the wall as both initiated a kiss. We then separated, breathing hard at what just happened.
"I can go for one more." You said.
She then told you to let her down. You did and Sana turned around and looked back, she used one hand to spread her legs to show her pussy.
You then inserted your cock into her and slowly fucked her from behind.
"Oh (YN)...I'll never get tired of this..." Sana said as she held you by the neck.
"Me neither...ready." As you grasp her hips.
"Of course."
You then sped up and began thrusting upwards into her, her ass jiggled with each thrust and Sana could only moan at the intense fucking she was receiving.
You then brought your hands from her hips and fondled her breasts. They were smooth since the water was rinsing over you two and you fondled and grasped and did whatever you wanted with them...and Sana loved it.
"AHH! (YN)...I'm-I'm MMM (YN)!"
Sana came quickly. Her juices flowing down the drain. She was a bit disappointed she couldn't go any longer, but the pleasure was that good. You kept thrusting into her without caring about her orgasm, but you were close.
"Sana...I'm...inside or-"
"No, let me drink it."
You then pulled out and she then turned around and kneeled on the hard shower floor, she put your cock in her mouth and gave you a quick blowjob to which you groaned.
"S-Sana...i-it's...SANA!" You yelled out as you came again. This time Sana was determined to take everything in. Her throat was instantly getting drowned in your cum. It was very warm and delicious to her. She couldn't resist it.
She took it all in and after she sucked you dry, she stood up.
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The water was still running as you just stared at each other. Brown eyes to (Color) eyes.
Sana then pushed her body forward to yours as she closed her eyes.
"I love you (YN). I really do."
You smiled and swore that you were slightly crying out of happiness.
"I love you too Sana. I love you too." You said still holding her.
She opened her eyes and felt water in her eyes. Maybe it was the shower or her, she didn't know, but Sana knew that this was the happiest she's ever been.
Both kissed again, but it was a loving one this time.
"I think it's time we get out. I have no idea what time it is. And if dad is out shopping, he should be home in ten minutes or so."
She nodded and both stepped out of the shower.
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After drying yourselves up, Sana went to go change, but you dried yourself faster and simply got into some sweats and a tank top. You decided to make a light snack of some eggs and toast for you and her.
You barely got the eggs out when you heard Sana coming down the stairs.
Sana joined you in the kitchen and instead of wearing something of hers, she was wearing one of your shirts. It looked big on her frame, but she looked so cute in it. She approached you and gave a peck on your lips as she went to wash the dishes.
Both started to work on each of your activities but kept glancing at the other person only to smile when each one got caught.
It felt so good being with her and her with you.
'This...this is the woman/man I want to be with forever.'
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ONE YEAR LATER
It's been one year since you both confessed to one another, your parents don't know still.
The relationship was still strong and grew each and every day.
Sana changed for the better in school and got her grades up, getting to the top 5 students in the class. You were proud of her when she received her diploma from the staff. Her smile brought you to a smile and one tear escaped your eye from seeing her so happy.
Sana changed her role at school.
No longer was she the 'slut' of the school.
Her whole behavior turned 180, she was now this proper, sweet, and still as attractive girl. Turns out she was still the one that everyone wanted, just not having sex or anything, but going out and starting a relationship.
Too bad she's taken for.
She would deny any and all requests and stick close to you.
Only not showing that she was yours.
Both you and Sana eventually graduated high school and both got enrolled in (University), but the bad news was that it was three hours away driving.
So you and Sana told your parents if they can move out and share an apartment together, rather than a dorm, together that was close to the University.
It was cheaper and both would be together.
The first reason was for their parents, the second was for Sana and you, but you didn't tell them that.
Ultimately they agreed and after long goodbye, you two left the apartment they found earlier in the starting month. They promised they visit over some weekends and holidays.
Of course, the first thing you both did in your new apartment was broke the bed.
Now they have their own privacy no one was there to catch you two.
No one was there to disturb you. It was just the two of them and they couldn't be happier. Each and every day they would have classes at the university, but coming home to each other's arms made their days better.
Currently, you were walking back from your classes, tired after doing two exams. You came into your apartment to find Sana sitting on the couch.
"Hey, you're here early?"
"..."
"Sana, you doing ok?"
"Can you sit?" You just sat on the couch.
"What's up, something wrong?" She shook her head.
"It's been one year to do this day."
"Our anniversary is next week though." You said confused.
"No, our first time together." You made an 'oh' face, "I've been thinking for a bit, the past couple of weeks, and...you've changed me (YN). Ever since that day, I wasn't the girl for the first months of our senior year, ever since we started our relationship, something just clicked in me and changed me...and it was you. When you listed the reasons why you loved me. You didn't love me because of my body, but for me. It made me excited and I wanted to be those reasons again. So I stepped up and changed myself: I worked on my studies, I avoided guys; not you of course, and become more modest. In fact, I probably would be repeating the senior year again, if it wasn't for you tutoring me in all my classes. And I'd probably still be the old...disgusting me." She said with a look of shame on her.
You put an arm over her shoulder to comfort her. She looked at you and smile a bit.
"I love this new me (YN), and you're the reason why. I love you deeply and so much." She then brought you in for a kiss, a heartwarming one to which you returned. She then pulled away.
You were about to say something until she stopped you.
"I'm not done yet. Now, I know it isn't common, but...," she then pulled out something from her pocket and your eyes widened. "It's not big or anything, but I think it will do the trick." She then hopped off the couch and got down on one knee.
"S-Sana-"
"(YN), throughout our childhood, I was shy and alone, my family was torturous and I didn't have anyone to go to, but your family stepped up and adopted me. And then you came into my life. You took care of me, protected me, helped me, and advised me, and you did everything you could to make sure that I was living a good life. And in turn, I hurt you," she took a pause as she thought about how she hurt you in high school by being with others, "and I'm sorry for that. But that only made us get close (YN), closer than ever and we discovered our love for each other. I have no idea what your plans are for us in the future, but (YN)...I need you in mine. And I can't wait till or even if that day comes." Sana then outstretched her hand with the ring in her fingers.
"(YN) (LN), will you marry me?"
All you could do was smile. Of course, you did plan on marrying this wonderful girl, but it looks like she beat you to it. So without any delay...
"Yes Sana, I wi-hmph" You didn't finish as Sana jumped on you.
"AHHH! Thank you (YN), I couldn't be happier that you accepted and I promise I'll make you as happy as possible for the rest of our life together."
"And I'll make sure that I will do whatever it takes to do the same...and I'll cherish you forever." You said.
And again each one kissed once again, but this moment ensured that they would be together, with each other, for the rest of their lives. Both not caring about their family status or their parents.
It was only their love for each other they cared about.
Their irresistible love for one another.
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Do you want to answer this question about Boromir for me?
What was Boromir's relationship like with his maternal uncle Imrahil?
It's okay if you don't! Maybe this one will interest you more:
What is Boromir's pet peeve?
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HI I will always answer Boromir asks!!!!! I think I have some posts floating around somewhere (my tagging system is an inconsistent ✨nightmare✨) but I’ve always held true that Gondorian culture mirrors Medieval/Renaissance Noble Culture, so as young nobility Boromir would’ve been sent to serve as Imrahil’s squire (and Faramir as well)
as such I think he has a genuinely very strong relationship with Imrahil! I think he probably had a tendency to be overly serious when Faramir wasn’t around (lots of expectations on his shoulders even as a boy), so I imagine it took a bit for him to warm up to Imrahil. I also think he has this sort of expectation of the other shoe dropping— “he’s nice to me, but will he treat Fara the same way father does?”
+ then ofc Faramir comes to Imrahil’s court when he turns seven to serve as his squire as well and Imrahil is nothing but kind to Faramir too, which I think would be when Boromir kind of breathes that sigh of relief and allows himself to relax around Imrahil. — and like, I also love Imrahil being just genuinely kind and caring to both the brothers, because I love to torment Faramir, and I have my own Complex Parental Issues + see a lot of Denethor in my own Nightmare Parent. (hell world.) It is truly genuinely awful to hear “they love you even though it seems like they hate you, just give them time, they’ll recognize it in the end” when you know what a parent’s love should ACTUALLY feel like from someone else. Parents Be Normal Challenge: Impossible.
anyways generally speaking a squire would finish out their training and become a fully-minted knight at 21– I suspect Boromir would’ve been called back to Minas Tirith around age 19, and I do think he kept up a correspondence with his uncle. At first to get reports about Faramir (because gods know Denethor is. Well.) and then just to genuinely stay in touch with the man. I think Boromir makes a point to come visit Faramir and his uncle + cousins when Lothíriel is born.
also, I talk about this in the costuming document but there’s such an interesting element to Denethor’s costuming of like, mirroring the brothers’ motifs but More. Grander, More Intricate, Richer. It’s easy to overlook bc so much of his clothing is black but even that: true black fabric was EXCEEDINGLY expensive, never mind the sorts of intricate weaves and things like his scabbard and full length hauberk. like such a key visual element to Denethor is literally just Showing His Sons Up. and im insane about it, truly, but imagine growing up being in competition with your own father in this really insidious, subtle way. You’re the Golden Son, the measuring stick by which Faramir fails, you’re held on this pedestal and Yet. your father is always Better Than You. Your successes are not your own, they are his (but your failures? oh, those are all yours).
yet then there’s Imrahil. who loves Boromir because Boromir is his nephew and that is enough. who would love Boromir whether he succeeded or failed, because at least Boromir is trying. argh. I don’t think Boromir shows it well but I do think Imrahil means a lot to him, and was a fundamental influence on him and how he treats others. not to say Boromir would be unkind without Imrahil’s influence, but rather that he probably wouldn’t be quite as well-adjusted lmao
anyways, as for pet peeves..
I don’t think there’s a looooot that actually bothers him? I think it would more be a breaking of routine. it’s sth I’ve touched on in one of my fics (as sth instilled in him by Imrahil, actually! + it’s sth I myself picked up from my dad lol), but I think when he gets the chance to sleep in a bed he makes it perfectly each morning. and I think there are other little rituals he follows carefully. packing his bedroll properly if he’s on the move, caring for his blade and other equipment, washing up as best he can. I think as long as he can keep up with his own little rituals he can let most things roll off his back.
I also think if he does get snappy, once he’s returned to his like, baseline level of routine he’s the first to go “wow I was acting like an idiot, that was a stupid thing to be annoyed about” and apologize. The man has one younger brother by blood and three younger cousins all born while he was serving as Imrahil’s squire, so I think his tolerance level for Annoying Gremlin Shenanigans is very high most of the time. just don’t interrupt his routines lmao
#ask#lotr#AAAA thank uuu!!!!!!!#leaving Lothíriel out of the gremlin count bc she was born after he left dol Amroth
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mirren sketches >:)
lyrics are from Mixed Messages and Red Flags btw
OH ALSO i wrote some dialogue stuff, see under the read more! warning for some humor that's way more nsfw than i'd usually post (i mean. come on. it's dialtown. they're awkward as hell. they're obviously gonna say something questionable /lh) also some more serious stuff (self hate issues, depression, anxiety)
Nice/Fun stuff:
- They say pretty much everything that comes to mind, and once they get a train of thought it doesn't take long for it to derail and crash through a small community, leaving a trail of destruction behind it. TLDR they're really rambly.
"Birthdays are kinda weird. Like obviously there's the whole counting down to your death thing, but also, like. You're basically celebrating the anniversary of you getting evicted from your mom's, uh. You know. Okay that sounded REALLY, extremely, UNCOMFORTABLY Freudian. Can we PLEASE pretend I never said that? Thanks. Oh, right, the murder case."
- They have a tendency to just accept things and move on without commenting further.
"Oh. You lay eggs. Anyways, can you help me break into the ticket booth? I need to check the entry records."
- They're a fucking dork /pos (They're really sweet, but in a convoluted way)
"I, uh, please don't think this is weird, but I made characters for both of us! This one's named May, and they're kinda a failure. They failed their parents, they failed their old best friend, they failed their job. They used to think they had no redeeming qualities. Then, one day, they meet the other character, Ginger. Ginger seems terrifying initially, and even if it isn't obvious at first, they're not actually human. Ginger and May go on a journey in which May tries to learn magic in order to protect people and redeem themself for their past actions, even though they despise the idea of learning magic, but, eventually... Ginger helps them see their own value, helps May see that they're a person too. They are allowed to be selfish sometimes, they're just as worthy of happiness as anyone else. And, uh, maybe... Maybe that saved their life a bit. And maybe, May is allowed to do things for themself sometimes. Ginger means a whole lot to May, even if they have trouble expressing it, and... uh, I guess that's everything. Um. What do you think?"
Serious, bad stuff:
- They see very little value in themself, and tend to expect others to insult or make fun of them. To combat this, they typically are quick to insult themself, in an attempt to get there before anybody else can. It hurts less if they're the one saying it.
"And before you say it! I know it's super annoying when people are constantly insulting themselves, cause like it comes off as compliment seeking, right? I promise that's not what I'm trying to do, I'm just kinda trying to warn you I guess? But, uh, that's still no excuse, and I can totally just shut up if you want! Or, wait, I shouldn't have assumed it's annoying you, I could just be restating what you're thinking? I mean, the things I'm saying about myself aren't exactly incorrect- Just, let me know if I'm being annoying. I'd rather shut up than annoy you, haha. ha. Wow, that sounded fake."
- They tend to blame everything on themself, and act very self destructively.
"Oh god, this is all my fucking fault, I'm so sorry. It's okay if you hate me- or, no, you SHOULD hate me! Fuck, I'm- Why did you even talk to me in the first place?! Do you realize- If you just- You would've been better off if you just walked past me and ignored me! I need to- This is for your wellbeing, being around me is only gonna make things worse for you. I'll be fine, just- Don't follow me. I mean, I don't know why you would in the first place."
- They put everyone else before themself.
"I need to make it up to them, even if I ruin my life in the process. It's not like my life was looking particularly bright in the first place, which is entirely my own fault, so, y'know. Yeah."
#fanart#dialtown#dialtown fanart#dialtown oc#oc#mirren dialtown#oliver dialtown#oliver swift#dialtown oliver#phonegingi#dialtown phonegingi#dialtown phone dating sim#tw: depression#tw: anxiety
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Headcanons for Ladrian children!
Maxillium (waxillium. Who let you flip the first letter of your name upside down. Why.): grows up to be something of a 'gentleman miscreant.' Even at the time, Steris and Wax knew that hiring a pickpocketing tutor for their noble firstborn son was a bad idea, but Max had pleaded that Uncle Wayne had promised him lessons when he grew up. And...well...Wayne would have, no matter how much they tried to stop him...anyway. Sentimentality won the day. Mistakes were made.
Despite his deliberate and consistent flouting of propriety, he's still almost universally well liked. Genuinely charismatic. Doesn't put his foot in his mouth. Smart without being considered mean or dull.
His parents have no idea where he gets it from.
People think he must be a soother but his actual allomantic power is generally considered useless. I'm leaning towards gold auger for true self confidence brought about by super powered self reflection. A+ use of C- skill.
Adrenalin junkie. Likes fast cars. Very fast cars. Only one of the kids who remembers Uncle Wayne, though they all get stories.
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Tindwyl: somehow oldest, middle, and youngest child syndrome. Wax and Steris reign things in a bit after they realize they've inadvertently been raising their firstborn to become a highly effective career criminal. I'm not saying they're bad parents, they really do care, listen, and adjust. But they're imperfect people and the clash of personalities is the hardest on her.
Hmm twinborn, but still insecure about it, so it's gotta be one of the less flashy combos. Bronze or cadmium compounding, making her very good at either not sleeping, or surviving indefinitely at the bottom of the ocean awaiting rescue after her boat sinks, neither of which is immediately useful ... i mean the sleep thing is pretty cool but might cause some internal issues..
Similar to her parents in the more neurotic ways. Her father's eye twitch, her mother's anxiety. But not much inclination towards the more heroic arts, something her parents love, glad they raise one child unlikely to die in a fire, but she feels ashamed of. No fascination with danger, except in the deeply abstract. She tends to fixate on novels, not disaster planning or solving murders.
Gets motion sick :/ When Wax tries to take her for 'rides' she's giggling until she suddenly pukes without warning, and then she's crying. Wax feels guilty forever about this, but she insists on trying again every so often throughout her childhood.
Oh! Heavily involved in the allomancer jak fan community, first as a joke, but eventually she gets into it despite herself. She delights in discussing his stories around the dinner table and watching her father grit his teeth. I mean, comparing them with her father's own tales - which claims are really less likely, once you break things down, piece by piece -
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Third child: I don't know their gender! I don't even know their name! But I do know that they're going to be the first natural born mistborn in over three hundred years, and it's going to cause soooo much chaos.
Lotsa religious nuts following to school. Lotta kidnapping attempts. They catch dad yelling at death, no wait, false alarm, hes just yelling at death to pass a message to God, because he doesn't want to talk to God directly. Cool, cool. Something about wanting a promise that that 'they wouldn't be made a sword'
They seem to most consistently run into ladrian luck - things explode around them, they say the exact wrong thing to the exact wrong person. If there's a murderer loose, they end up in the same tree house, if there's a lion escaped from the zoo, it steals their lunch. Assigned protagonist by the narrative, despite the adults in her life genuine and consistent efforts to intervene.
Mixed feelings about it.
Generally Max bails them out of the social faux pas, but, much to tindwyls annoyance, when worst comes to worst they can fall back on the 'mistborn aura' growing 'mysteriously grave' and then jump out an airship window. Mildly jealous of Tindwyl because when she gets lost in the city she doesn't accidentally discover a cult, or get adopted by a circus troupe, or , anyway. If they also get a ferrochemical power people are going to lose. their. shit.
Snaps (I believe snapping is gentler in era 2, but still) way too young during their first kidnapping attempt, possibly same time as/ before older siblings. All kidnapped together?
Please Imagine Max age 12, breaking Tindwyl, age 9, and Misty age 6 out of their cells (of course he pickpocketed the keys from the guards). They all down a full spectrum vial, which of course they all carry in a secret aluminum lined pocket for LITERALLY this EXACT traumatic event because their mother is Steris. Max gets nothing (would gold even be in the vial?), tindwyl is a seeker or cadmium burner.
Cue ridiculously OP six year old bendalloying past the guards, pewter punching their way out... Max takes more than a few hits for them when they accidentally iron pull some loose nails at themselves... it's not pretty, but they do escape and the media goes absolutely bananas.
Please, please imagine tiny child carrying two medium sized childs, and jumping out a window. They're very carefully arranged, Tindwyl clinging to Max's shoulder, Max on Misty's, feeling absolutely ridiculous. Misty breaks the window - Max yelling steel push directions as they just need to get to the next building - Tindwyl yelling, ok they're all yelling now as Misty loses balance -
Ooh Wait if Tindwyl can cadmium create slow time then she burns that as they're falling, so it's extra terrifying from all their perspective, but to other people's view they're just hanging there, dropping very, very slowly. Either way-oh thank the Survivor, Dad's here now, catching them.
Some of this is caught on evanotype. Like I said - absolute media storm.
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Fourth child: An accident and everybody knows it. The other three are mortified to discover that their parents are still having sex. Steris is mostly bemused that the one (1) time she said 'it'll probably be fine' instead of immediately drinking moon tea after the sheepskin broke, she gets pregnant. Wax is concerned for her health, but after a scare or two, it all goes fairly smoothly.
A good 15, 20 years younger than the rest and maybe a little isolated because of it, doesn't feel like she has the same sibling relationship the other three do, though they all adore her and compete relentlessly for 'best big sibling.'
Cool twinborn combo??? Like pewter allo and gold ferro for super healing. Or zinc super speed, because that's honestly excellent by itself.
Or no powers, because angst and also being underestimated and getting really competent at tech or whatnot. Possibly allomantic status is less important as time passes, and she actually doesnt really have as much issue with it as people assume she will. Infiltrates and takes down some shady hemalurgic group due to the misperception.
Only one of the children to go into law, but ends up more secret agent/spy genre then western/action hero.
Regardless, while Max is effortlessly charming, she's effortlessly cool. The middle children, and possibly parents, are amazed and maybe slightly jealous, though dad insists he used to be cool, honest-
#Mistborn#Wax/steris#Non negotiable: they are good parents. Not perfect#but pretty rusting good#none of that time skip protagonist to awful parents bullshit#Mistborn Era 2#Nevertheless meta#mistborn era 3#cosmere#nevertheless cosmere
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ian and erin headcanons . hi im sane
Ian
Barely scraping 5’7
Half Canadian on his mom’s side
Bisexual, male pref
Straight A* student all aside from literature in which he barely has a B. Do not mention literature to him ever he’ll go mad
superiority complex . start the clown music . he needs to prove he’s the best always because if he isn’t the best then he’s automatically the worst
Very very autistic + low empathy. Prefers logic > emotion . Has a kind of “im not the weird one everyone else is weird I’m the normal one” view by accident
Complete Mama’s boy. you would never expect it but he is her little boy through and through
Gets along well w his dad too but they have very similar personalities and kinda clash a lot . Similar ideals just both very argumentative n stubborn . But god they will sit and listen to music for hours and just go full autism mode over it
Both his parents are very chill though. They are also both goths n r very proud of Ian
He's an only child
Voice breaks the moment he shows any emotion he’ll be talking normally n then get emotional n his voice just 📈
Speaking of which he is overly emotional and very bad at expressing it . very volatile person
Loyal to a fault and very justice oriented but also kinda holds these values to everyone without realising not everyone has the same morals . He doesn’t quite Get that not everyone is the same as him
Overprotective in a way that sometimes comes across as possessive . He’s not possessive he just has issues okay 💔
Phobia of the ocean and everything in it u will never see him on a boat ever he’d rather Die
Was good friends with Jason in kindergarten but kinda drifted apart from him as Jason got closer with Kevin. Kevin and Ian have never liked eachother insult eachother mercilessly. Poor Jason had to sit there and watch as they tried to beat eachother to a pulp. You can tell Kevin hates Ian because he rarely ever calls him by his first name
has a boyfriend in secret. Very much denies it. Only Erin and his parents know and he is trying so very hard to not let the secret out
Wants OUT of McKinley so bad . doesn’t even care abt changing his last name. I imagine McKinley is probably a bit of a small suburban town thats a bit of a bedroom community. The theme park is probably more well known than the town itself. Ian knows that if he just moves a few towns over then the name association will Go Away
Wanted to do astrophysics at college :) thinks space is cool as fuck
Resting face is worse than bitch he looks like he’s about to commit a murder in cold blood . Cold stare 0 emotions. And then suddenly he smiles and he’s just :D
Must stick to a consistent sleep schedule or else he’s a delusional nightmare
Stronger than he looks but would also probably crumple into 1000 pieces if he stubbed his toe
Likes horror movies but is lowkey a bit squeamish . would never admit it though. His favourite movie is Saw 2004 and he has to look away at all the gorey parts
Erin
5’8 and uses this 1 inch she has over Ian for Everything.
German ancestry on her dad’s side but doesn really know much about it besides that It’s There
Bisexual w pref for girls .
She/they nonbinary
Dyed her hair blue once and the ends are still kinda stained . Doesn’t care to cut it off because she thinks it looks cool (it does (it absolutely does))
Actual straight A* student and again uses this against Ian and teases him about his many struggles with Shakespeare
Collects bones n skulls n animal pelts and etc. Owns a few taxidermy animals .
Also very autistic n relates a lot to Ian bc of it
Is actually fairly good at socialising! just hates people
Parents do not understand the whole goth thing but are trying their best . Yes they did freak out when Erin brought home a taxidermy rat she got while out with Ian at an arts fair but oh well what can you do
Used to do figure skating when she was young !! still very confident at ice skating n likes to show off whenever she goes compared to Ian whos constantly falling on his ass. Let her have her moments of glory she deserves them.
The one who does the nail polish. Hence why hers is always perfect and Ian’s is always chipped bc she can always touch hers up whenever she needs to and Ian Cannot
Very aware of Ian’s superiority complex absolutely humbles him every chance she gets
Kinda obsessed w shitty low budget horror movies and indie films
Absolutely adores the art of SFX and fake gore / blood / etc n loved doing it herself. Halloween was her favourite holiday and she’d always go all out with it. Or would grab Ian and make him sit there for 2 hours. “come here sit down I need to see how realistically I can make your hand look like it’s been mauled” “Erin ew what the fuck”
Crush on Wendy that she’d never ever admit to. Only Ian knows and they have a deal where if he doesn’t spill about her crush she won’t spill about his boyfriend. Problem solved (they’re at eachother’s necks over it)
Makes friendship bracelets for her friends. Rest in peace Erin Ulmer you wouldve loved the Loom Bands craze of 2014
the both of them
Social rejects but they own it ™️ . Will literally take in anyone who’s also a bit of a ‘weird kid’ and convert them to goth subculture
Unfortunately this happens never it really do just kinda be the two of them vs the world huh
Dated for like a week once in sophomore year. Broke up immediately after their first kiss and decided they’d just pretend it never happened and that that 1 week of their lives just doesn’t exist. Did not happen ❤️
That being said though RAAAH WHAT ARE THE BOUNDS OF FRIENDSHIP. They hug and cuddle and hold hands and kiss cheeks constantly even if only as friends. Very physically affectionate though partially kinda to fuck with people who can’t seem to understand what the hell is going on with them both
“Oh yeah look at us nobody thinks we’re queer” “Ian we’re goth we might as well have it tattooed on our foreheads” “Fucks sake I can’t have shit in the 21st century”
Friendly banter is fucking insane they are just straightup insulting eachother. You know that one Gumball meme where Gumball is in hospital after being hit by a bus and he gets a card from Darwin saying “that bus should’ve ended you. love Darwin” that’s them that’s them that is them
They care eachother so much they are just bad at vocalising it so if they arent sitting there hugging they instead feel the need to be aggressively mean to eachother in loving and caring way
Erin is way more grounded and has more common sense than Ian who meanwhile is batshit insane at times and will 100% do crazy shit for the hell of it
Both of them rockin up to the town next door w their fake IDs to buy a months worth of R rated movies (fool proof plan (Ian almost got arrested once))
If only they had been around when Vine came out …. they would’ve been famous i tell u
#ian final destination#ian mckinley#erin ulmer#erin final destination#final destination 3#final destination#headcanon post#im so insane about them ok#literally THE best friends ever
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The Keen Observations:
In the book, we see Annabeth and Grover and all the characters from Percy’s perspective. But, in the series, the screenplay has been tweaked in such a fantabulous way that we get to KNOW the characters for who they are.
Yeah, we focus a lot on Annabeth and Grover, and I love them to BITS, but honestly, the fact that we get to learn about Percy’s past is AMAZING! This was something we didn’t get in the book. This way, we will get to feel the bond between Percy and his mom - the ups and downs. This way, we will also get to know about Sally’s difficulties in being a single mom and raising a kid - except, said kid has ADHD and a tendency to attract all sorts of things. ALL.
I also think that this series is a way for Rick to get across things he didn’t or couldn’t in the book. Like I said, it was all from Percy’s perspective in the book. Now, don’t get me wrong, I ABSOLUTELY love Percy, and it was so weird for me when I started reading Heroes of Olympus, but writing in a single POV has its own problems.
For example, we all know Percy never talks much about his own past. He deflects it with sarcasm, and he the most he does is dissing Gabe. And, in the books, this problem of neglectful parenting from the gods’ side is an underlying issue throughout the whole series, even till Apollo Trials, and we all know Percy is one of the first person to try and change this system, and gain more attention from the gods - not only for demigods, but for other minors gods too (THAT’S PERCY, MA BRO FROM ANOTHER MOM AND DAD). But, see, in the series, it’s a constant, right from episode one. So, in the eight episodes, they are addressing a major issue, and they are giving a smooth plot movement without deviating from the original storyline.
And see, this is good, because in a way, it feels like us demigods are getting a really good version of what we already know, with additional bonus stuff. Now, change is hard, because our brains are hardwired to the PJO books, but it’s okay, because now we know what me missed! I, for a fact know that no matter how good the adaptations are, they can never live up to the PJO version I have inside my head. Think about Rick, then! He is the author! How could he have possibly gotten everything from the PJO world inside his own head into the books? There are just sooooo many things to say! So, see the series as a chance for Rick to say everything he wants to! Remember, he is on the writing panels - what we are seeing is approved by him.
I was wondering… Am I the only one who noticed that the episode titles are actually chapter titles from Lighting Thief?
#percy jackson disney+#SPOILER ALERT! GO WATCH THE 7TH EP IF YOU HAVEN’T!#Let me know what you think!#percy jackson spoilers#percy and annabeth#percy jackon and the olympians#percy and grover#percy and sally#percy and poseidon#rant post#leah is our annabeth#walker is our percy#aaryan the goat!
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Something In-Between, pt. 5
Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (f), Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader (f) (no y/n)
Summary: Something old, something new- reader's stuck between two men who look damn good in Navy blue(s).
Warnings: Swearing (as per usual), drinking, potentially some suggestive situations in the future (none here). Everything I write is Mature- read at your own risk.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
The door creaked ever so slightly as it opened in the almost completely darkened room. You turned towards the offending noise, aggravated, without being fully conscious yet.
"So, listen," his voice was shaky and you were barely awake, eyes blearily trying to focus on the man standing in your doorway. You heard him sigh and you reached for your glasses, wanting to better understand why you were up at...dear god, the crack of fucking dawn.
"Bradshaw..." your voice was low and the comment was issued as a warning. He held up a hand and leaned on the doorframe sighing again.
"I know. I'm an asshole. And I embarrassed you and I guess...I guess what I'm trying to figure out how to-"
"Spit it out Bradshaw, I want to get some decent sleep before tod-"
"Just let me okay?" you could hear the annoyance and the fear in his voice. "I need to admit this. I've been acting like an asshole and everything with Hangman because...I think I'm in love with you."
It was a statement of fact that hung in the early morning and sucked all the air out of the room and out of Bradley's lungs. You sat up a bit in bed, not sure if you had heard him entirely correct. Sure, it was fairly obvious there were feelings between you two, but they had always been on your end. What you were surprised by was his ability to admit these feelings...
It had been one night at UVA, all the "kids" in your friend group had scampered off to some nightclub, leaving you alone at a large booth sipping a drink. You had spotted Bradley across the way at the bar, quietly looking completely unphased by everything happening in a college bar on a Friday night. He suddenly caught your eye as he scanned the room and you offered him a slight smile and raised your glass to him. He raised his beer bottle in reciprocation and then you tilted your head to the empty seats beside you.
You and Bradley had closed down the bar in that booth. You covered every topic you could think of: family, friends, classes, life, dream jobs, childhood pets. Bradley had told you about his parents and the Navy- which was something he always intentionally avoided when first meeting someone. You were different. The two of you walked out of the bar, attached at the hip. It was that night that you knew, he had fallen in love with you.
"I knew in college, Bradley. I'm just not exactly sure what to do about it." You saw his face drop as he nodded. He was afraid of this scenario, but being stuck in purgatory where he didn't know if you even knew of his feelings was a far worse outcome. You offered him a sleepy smile.
"Can we maybe talk about this some time when I'm not half asleep?" That got a chuckle and another nod from Bradley as he stepped towards you in bed.
"You bet. Love ya, kid." he places a quick peck on the top of your head and you smiled, breathing in his cologne. You started sinking back under the covers for a few more hours of sleep as he headed towards the door.
"Love ya too, Bradshaw."
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"Hey there, darlin'," the southern voice drawled through the receiver, "how'd I get so lucky to win a phone call from you?" You stifled a giggle, the alcohol clouding every part of your brain. You swayed a bit, holding the phone tightly against your cheek, a big, stupid grin plastered on your face.
"Uh, sweetheart?"
You gasped at his voice, half forgetting that you were on the phone.
"Shit, sorry. I uh- I...fuck, I honestly don't know why I called you. I'm sorry...." The words rambled out with only a bit of slurring. You were more embarrassed than drunk and that part of your brain was suddenly working just fine.
"It's all good darlin', I'm here if you just want to talk. You in a safe place?" You nodded and then realized there was no way Jake could hear your nod. You gave him the affirmative and he hummed back. Suddenly, loud music filled the reciever.
"Jake, where are you? Oh god- you're out, I'm so fucking sor-"
You heard a slightly annoyed sigh from Jake on the other end. You weren't sure if it was your call or the obnoxiously loud karaoke that had just started up. You heard him shuffling outside and then suddenly on the ocean waves could be heard in the background.
"Stop apologizing for calling me. You okay? Do you want-"
"-I want you to come over."
The unasked question melded with your response and Jake couldn't help the flip that his stomach did when you admitted you wanted him there. His heart started pounding a bit more as he bit the corner of his lip.
"I'll be there in 10 sweetheart. Want me to bring anything?" His brain started wracking though all the things that could happen tonight (beer, wine, vodka, whiskey, weed, coke, condoms...he only knew where to get a few things and wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but wanted to be prepared nonetheless). Your shaky and still tipsy voice crackled in his ear and brought him out of his 50 yard stare.
"I...I don't think I want to be alone right now, that's all."
Jake refused to hang up the phone even when a dial tone rung in his ear, signalling that you had probably moved onto another drink. He walked pointedly out of the bar, his vision tunnelling as he walked swiftly out the front doors to his car.
Both Phoenix and Coyote saw the whole thing happen. The phone call that was answered too quickly. The nicknames that flew out of Hangman's mouth. The walking outside. The run to get to the parking lot. Phoenix rolled her eyes and looked over at Bradley, completely engrossed in a song at the piano, a variety of cadets and officers singing and clapping him on the back.
Poor bastard, she thought, he has no idea.
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You couldn't tell if it had been 10 minutes or 10 hours. You were splayed out, halfway on the floor, a glass precariously perched in your hand. You knew this was catastrophic. You knew it was immature. You also knew what Bradley's admission meant this morning: all those years you had pined for him and supported him and loved him, he had loved you back. But he had left you anyway.
Another sound knock at the door lurched you up onto your feet as you stumbled to grasp the cool handle in your palm. You tried to regain some control as you unlocked and opened the door, but you seemed to lose all resolve when you were met with the stunningly handsome blond aviator in front of you.
"Hey..." you ventured awkwardly, unsure of exactly what 20 minutes ago drunk you were thinking.
"Hey there, sweetheart. Mind if I come in? Assess the damage?" You laughed and stepped to the side, a smirk covering Jake's face when he noticed the half empty liquor bottle on the kitchen table.
"You've been busy," he commented, the smirk growing. You shrugged. "Something going on?" You shook your head, unwilling to give up any more information. You were drunk, but you weren't stupid. You didn't want Jake knowing about Bradley and his feelings and...
"It's Bradshaw, isn't it?"
You froze, halfway back to the couch. You let out a deep sigh and then turned slowly like a caught child. Well, so much for keeping that cat in the bag.
"He loves me," Jake froze, unsure of the intrepid waters that he just crossed into. "I loved him for years, Jake, years," you emphasized and he nodded, crossing the room to sit next to your on the couch. "He called me his sister. He dated around. He...he left me." You willed yourself not to cry. The feeling of Jake's warm hand on your thigh helped calm you down a bit.
"It fuckin sucks, man," you said through a few lose tears, a laugh bubbling up at the ridiculousness of the whole situation. Jake nodded and let out a small breathless laugh.
"I hear ya, darlin. How about we take your mind off it okay?" Before you could answer he was already heading to the kitchen, two glasses in hand. "Nothing a little drinking game can't fix."
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About 2 am you thought your sides were going to burst from all the laughter. You weren't even sure what had happened to get you from literal tears to a giggling mess halfway into Jake's arms. You realized he was laughing just as hard as you were, the empty bottle of tequila was no doubt the culprit in all this.
"Jake, I have to go to bed now..." you weren't sure if you were trying to be seductive or just make a point that if you laughed anymore, you very well may throw up. Jake calmed his chuckles and started to stand up. "I know where my own bedroom is..."
He raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that darlin'? I'm just trying to be a gentleman here and make sure you get home safely." You swatted at his chest, earning another laugh. You took his arm and led him towards your bedroom.
"See? Safe and sou-" you turned to look at your bed and when you turned back around to Jake, his lips collided with yours. You froze. It was everything you thought a kiss with Jake Seresin would be, except it was way more clouded than you would've liked. He kept it short and simple, not apologetic look on his face.
"I want you to know exactly where I stand with you, princess. I don't want to miss out on something because you're not sure of my feelings."
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"Hey Hangman? Get the FUCK out of my living room!"
You blinked through the fog of an impending hangover, cursing whatever idiot part of you let you drink tequila last night. You looked at your phone. 4.32am. Goddammit. You swung your legs over the side of the bed, pulling on pajama pants that were lying on the floor and quickly made your way out to the living room.
You were anticipating a brawl. What you found was Jake standing, hands up in mock apology, head down, with Bradley practically snarling at him, his voice seething.
"I said GET THE FUCK-"
"BRADLEY." Both men turned to look at you. You were a sight. Backwards PJ pants, wrinkled oversized shirt, hair sticking up in a variety of directions, glasses slightly crooked on your nose.
"He's drunk. He can't drive home. I won't allow it. And how the FUCK did you get home like this?"
He gave you a sheepish look, refusing to answer directly, but rather mumbling something about Bob and Coyote and Phoenix's car. You rolled your eyes, your head already pounding and your mouth impeccably dry.
"Okay. Here's how this is going to work. I'm getting water for all three of us," you walked towards the kitchen. "Bradley, go to bed. Jake, go back to bed. I'm going to contemplate whether or not I want to die from this hangover and we're all going to leave each other alone, okay?" The two tired slightly intoxicated nods you received almost made you laugh. Almost.
You handed Bradley his water without a word. He gave you a crooked smile and headed off to his room. When you placed the glass down next to Jake on the coffee table, he looked up at you, gratefully.
"Thanks beautiful. I appreciate it."
You nodded, not trusting your words and headed back to bed, water glass gripped tightly in your grasp. You laid down in bed, not completely fathoming what had just happened. Jake and Bradley were mere feet away from you (and from each other).
"Jesus fucking Christ."
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PART 6
A/N: I'm not saying something vaguely like this happened in college that one time...but I'm also not saying that it didn't. I'm still stuck between the two- let me know who you all like more!
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he won't leave my brain
Fuck, hi, I never thought I would be posting this but I need these thoughts out of my brain or so heLP ME GOD-I'm fine. For those who have yet to look at the tags, this will be talking about the game, or rather the au I've made for, Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack. The creators have said they don't want anyone under eighteen to be near this game or fandom. Adults only folks
Alright now that I've worn down the kiddo's attention spans let's hop in
So, like I said before this is an au, a royalty au to be exact, just not in the way you'd think. See royalty aus are usually used to end up with a royal spouse or partner of some kind, but that's not what this is, sorry to disappoint ^^; The royalty is just how this all starts out
So, most people in the fandom know about Joseph at this point, troubled teen turns into a troubled adult that's trying to be a better person, and then he dies a little bit but we're glossing over that for now. This au is very similar to that, in this au Joseph is the heir to the throne but doesn't want the crown. His parents don't respect him, treating him like a simple fallback, insurance that the kingdom will go on without them, and nothing more, leaving him in the care of the castle staff and leaving it at that
It's because of this neglect that Joseph ends up wandering around the castle at such a young age, meeting the sons of both the head guard and royal chef. A few months later he got even bolder, wandering out into the town and meeting the daughter of a librarian. These four became inseparable, and quite rambunctious in their teen years. It was at this time Joseph's parents decided enough was finally time to act like parents "You're the heir to the throne, the entire kingdom! It's time you started acting like it"
Their only mistake was allowing him one last night. He spoke to his friends about what happened, and how he'll never get to hang out with them again. He'd lost all hope but the librarian's daughter, who had always had her head up in the clouds, had an idea "Why not join the circus?" The circus, the one that came once a month every year, the one they had all gone to every night it was in town, the one the head guard's son broke his nose trying to imitate, it was perfect, to a bunch of sad teenagers anyway.
That night they all left without even a goodbye, they all had their own issues with their real homes, finding much more comfort in each other. Lucky for them a girl from the circus who was just a few years older than them took pity on them and took them in, having seen them at so many shows before. She became a sort of big sister to all of them, but most of all to Joseph. They just clicked, and bounced off of each other incredibly well during improv training, so much so that she even decided to match his colors to hers
As the years went by everyone found their role. The royal chef's son became Rory Rainberry, a member of the group for sure, but mostly known for the mouth-watering confections he whipped up for the stands outside of shows. The head guard's son became Knackadan Drizzle, a strong man, lifting over ten times what the average man could. The librarian's daughter became Cloudy-Belle Sue, known best for her incredible stories, that could make the audience laugh, cry, and cheer all in a few minutes. The girl who was already in the carnival was called Daisy Chain Jane, simply calling her the contortionist would be selling her short, having been raised by clowns she can do just about anything around the big top, the tight rope, juggling, animal taming, you name it
Then there was Joseph, the shining star of the show, now known as Sunny Day Jack he was seen as the best clown in the biz, second only to his "big sis" but he would always deny such a claim. This was a team effort, there were no leaders among them, just friends doing what they love
and I think that's all for now, sure I have ideas for how Jack could meet his sunshine, and how he dies, but do you see how fucking long this thing is already? Do you see now why I had to write this? I've been keeping all of this in my brain and I can't keep it in anymore. If you've made it this far, thank you, really you super didn't have to, but if you like what you see here and want more I'd certainly write scenarios or headcanons for it. It feels weird to say I'll write headcanons for my own au but I can't think of what else to call those bullet-point lists of what a character would do in a given situation. Alright, is that it? I think that's it, see ya!
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Edible Arrangements 28
First - Prev - Next - M.list - Ao3
A/N: Happy holidays to all celebrating! I hope you're all having a great day and, if not, here's at least some comfort and plot.
Chapter summary: You and Izuku share a relaxing night after your friends go home.
Warnings: blood/drinking, more family issues
Word count: ~2000 words
You spend too long standing outside. You can’t help it. The bitter November cold feels great on your arm and on your cheeks, and there’s questions on your lips, in your head, and in the night air. When at last you turn around and come back inside, it feels like you leave something behind out there.
Inside is Izuku. He’s sat on the couch, reticent, eyes far away, looking right through a blank television screen. Sbeve is loafing on the back of the couch beside him, also staring. Neither looks at you when you come in, nor at the whine of the door closing behind you. The house feels all too quiet and empty, just for this moment, just while you’re still trying to listen to the questions whispering at the back of your mind.
So you stop trying to listen.
Instead, you fill that empty space by marching right up to Izuku and cuddling up next to him on the couch, careful not to disturb Sbeve. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” he says. You’re not looking for his glow this time—you don’t need it to know he’s hiding something, something small. “Just… yeah.”
“Not something you’re up for talking about?”
“Not yet,” he breathes and leans into you.
The pair of you drink in that moment. You bring up a hand to idly play with his hair, and he leans into that, too.
It occurs to you, then, how right this feels. Is it because you’ve clung so tightly to him since the attack? It must be—no one could spend that many nights sleeping with someone without feeling a little comforted at their presence.
Yeah, that’s it. It has to be.
(You’re glowing.)
“You know,” you say into the comfort of the silence, because all comfort must end, “I never thought I’d get to have this again.”
“Have what?” Izuku shifts against you, lets the both of you sink into each other more.
“I dunno, just… a happy Thanksgiving. As… god, what’s even the word here? As awful as my parents were, I miss them. No one will admit it, but I know they suggested Friendsgiving to make me feel better about not having a family to go back to.”
He sucks in a breath through his teeth. “[name]…”
“I know it’s not at all even close to the same, but…” The words are coming, even as you know it’s the wrong thing to ask. “Do you miss yours?”
He takes his time answering. You give it to him. “Every day.”
“I’m sorry they’re not here with us. I would have loved to meet them.”
His head drops, just a little, resting on yours. You think he shudders, just a touch. “They would have loved you, too.” The smallest chuckle escapes him. “Mom was such a worrier. She would have loaded you up with food, just to make sure you were eating enough.”
“You’re like her, then.”
He chokes on your words. You think he’s tearing up. “Yeah. I am.”
“And your dad?”
“Almost as bad as Mom. He wasn’t quite as big on feeding people, though. But he always made sure we’d have everything we need.” His free hand shifts. He’s staring down at his open palm, at a scar you hadn’t taken time to notice much before. Your own scarred hand reaches out before you notice, and you stop short, resting your hand just next to his, thumb brushing his skin.
You understand him just a bit better now. “Then you’re like him, too.”
He laughs, the beginnings of tears reaching his voice. “I don’t think so. If I were more like him, I—“
“It wasn’t your fault. Don’t even finish that thought.”
Yeah, you get him now.
The worrisome man who feeds you and always makes sure you have everything you need.
Not for the first time, you wonder how you can do more for him. Would he even let you give anything back?
All you can do is what you can. And if nothing else, there’s one thing you can do.
You could ply him with flowery words and affection and all the sweet things that heal people less broken than you. You could cuddle into him until he sleeps and you sleep, too. You could do that and more in hopes it’d bring him healing. But that’s not what he needs right now.
You shift away from him, turning to face him on the couch.
He looks to you, a question mixed into the sadness.
“How long has it been since you had a meal?” you ask, tilting your head, and he understands.
“It’s been—“
“One week,” you interrupt before the lie leaves his lips. “You’re due, mister.”
He smiles, soft, and nods. “Y-yeah, I am.” He leans closer, just a bit. “May I…?”
“Do your thing.”
He’s leaning forward on his hands, then, closing the distance between you. In another life, this would be going a much different direction, but he brings a hand up to cup your cheek, and you lean into it and lean back, letting him crawl ever forward to trap you with his teeth.
By now, the experience is painless. You’ve learned to ignore the pressure, the pinpricks of his teeth sliding into your skin, just to let the sweet feeling wash over you. It’s smooth, addictive by now as he settles his whole body onto you, just enough support in place not to crush you.
He knows, by now, exactly how long he can drink from you before you get the earliest warnings of dizziness. Even before your steadying hands can tap at his shoulder, he’s pulling back, going through each little step of your personalized aftercare—a lathe of his tongue, a smoothing out of the bandaids with two gentle fingertips.
This, only you can do for him.
(You choose to believe it’s only you.)
“You okay?” he asks, sliding off you.
You nod, a soft sigh the only noise you can bring to pass your lips right away.
“I’ll be back. Um. Thank you, again, for that. And sorry.”
You laugh softly. “You apologize every time. I promise, you’re okay. I’m okay.”
He returns moments later, a cold capri sun being placed in your hand, the straw already in. “I-I know you’ve definitely had enough to eat today with everything everyone brought, but still—“
“I know, ‘Zuku. Thank you.” You give him a loopy smile, and he settles on the couch beside you, hands folded in his lap expectantly. It seems he won’t talk until you drink. To placate him, you take small sips until you’re done floating and can make yourself sit up. He lifts an arm, a sweet, anxious smile on his face, and you accept the invitation, curling right up next to him.
“If, if all that hadn’t happened…” he starts, weak. He’s staring at his hand again, his mind somewhere far, far from this couch. “…if Mom and Toshinori hadn’t… If I’d been quicker, if I’d been better—“
“Izuku—“
“—let me finish,” he says, firm, and you go still. His tone stings, just a touch, but you drink your problems with the capri sun. “S-sorry! I just… If I’d been fast enough and strong enough and everything enough to save them, if I hadn’t become this…”
You frown. He goes on.
“I-I guess I’m just trying to say, y-you know, that… I’m really, um, I’m just…” His scarred, open palm clenches into a fist. He pulses his fingers a few time, as though grabbing the words he’s searching for. “I’m glad that I met you.” Each word is measured, careful. “I probably wouldn’t have if not for that. And we would never have been like this. There’s so much, so much I would change, but I got you from it, and I’m glad that…”
The words settle heavy and fluttery in your stomach. He isn’t…? “Izuku, I—“
A crash breaks the both of you apart, snaps you out of your capri sun and your dizzy crush. Sbeve isn’t behind you on the couch anymore, having disappeared to another room to wreak havoc on whatever you stupidly left unattended and within cat ranges. You jump further apart, the pair of you both already in damage-control mode. Sbeve hasn’t gone far—how in the hell he managed to overturn a chair, you have no fucking clue, but he’s long since darted away from it, barreling into your knees the moment you lay eyes on the offending chair.
“Wh—get back here, you little shit!”
He’s already darting across the house, and you and Izuku are both giving chase, tracking down the cat and running about until all three of you are collapsed in a pile on the floor. Whatever had been in the air between you and Izuku before, it’s floated away, evaporated among the sound of your collective laughter. The laughter dies away soon enough, and then, there you are—human, vampire, kitten, staring up at the high ceiling and catching your breath.
“I think I’m getting closer to finding the man who killed my parents.”
It’s one sentence. It’s not even a fully committed sentence—softened by I think as though it changes the reality of the matter. It’s more than enough to freeze the bubbles of happiness in your throat as you take it in. “…What are you hoping to do?”
“Kill him, I think? I… I thought about asking those hunters for advice. I mean… n-nothing else will be enough, right? He’s… he’s a serial killer. He’ll keep doing it until someone takes him down, a-and a vampire’s not going to age out of living, s-so… I think I have to.”
You roll onto your side, staring at his profile. He continues staring up at the ceiling, his gaze hard. “You said one of the hunters was enthralled, right? Does the other remember how to get his hands on holy water?”
“You’re sure you’re okay with killing him?”
His eyes flick to you, borderline offended. “[name], he’s a serial killer, it’s not like—“
“I know.” You lay a gentle hand on his shoulder. “I’m not judging your decision, Izuku. I won’t lie and say that it’s not kinda terrifying, but I get it. I just want you to be sure that you’re making the right decision for you before you can’t take it back.”
“…yeah.” He turns back to the ceiling, exhaling softly. “I’m never going to get over what he did. No matter what I do, he’ll haunt me for the rest of my life. I’d rather that he haunt me dead than alive.”
You sigh, shuffling over to curl into his side. “As long as you’re sure… I’m scared, but I’ll support you. I can ask Neito about the holy water.”
“Just… promise me?” he says, voice pitching high.
“Promise you?”
“That you won’t get involved. When the time comes, I mean. Helping me get a weapon is one thing, but I don’t want you in danger. If I do this right, it’ll never affect you.”
“I won’t get involved. I promise.”
“Good. I want—need you to stay safe.”
“I’ll be safe as long as I’m here with you.” You sigh into him, and his arm instinctively shifts to pull you just that little bit closer.
He’s silent. He’s thinking. You can see his lower lip jutting out, his eyes calculating beyond what anyone mortal could comprehend.
“You’re thinking.”
“It’s nothing important, [nickname].”
“You’re glowing,” you say, but that’s as far as you push it, the drowsing already beginning to reach you. It’s been a long, confusing day. The two of you stay there until you sleep, curled up on the floor with a cat and not another word between you.
~
[name] to Neito at 10:07 AM
[name]: You know how everything happened and I didn’t forgive you and all that?
[name]: Not to throw it in your face or anything. But I know something you can do to help make it up to me.
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2×2 - Children on the Streets 2
Author: Akira
Characters: Yuuta, Hinata. Nagisa, Shinobu
Translator: Mika Enstars
"You took something important away from me, Aniki…!"
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Season: Spring
Location: Downtown
Hinata: Welcome~! ☆
Nagisa: Fuhahaha! God shall give you a blessing! Today the ramen gyoza meal is 200 yen off!
Yuuta: A~ni~ki~….?
What? What is this? What does all this mean?
W-Why is it you guys are peddling for Master’s Chinese restaurant…?
Hinata: Oya, Yuuta-kun! It’s a small world after all, we encounter for the first time on day three, huh?
Happy to see ya! How ‘bout a kiss?
Yuuta: *ignores* Hey, can’t you answer my questions?
Why is it that you guys, for Master’s restaurant—
Hinata: What d’you mean “why”? We’ve been here since day one!
Yuuta: Huh? I don’t understand!
Isn’t this a living on the streets experience? You can’t freeload at a restaurant, it’s against the rules!
You’re a coward! And unfair! Like Rinne-senpai!
Hinata: Because there’s no such rule~?
Nagisa: Fuhahaha! T’was a fine play by Hinata to find a loophole in the rules! Worthy of God’s praise!
Yuuta: Ran-senpai, please shut up.
Nagisa: …Ah, right, sorry. I was trying to attract customers.
Shinobu: A wise decision. It’s best not to go against Yuuta-kun in this state.
Nagisa: …Yuuta-kun these days is scary sometimes. It’s just like Hiyori-kun when his smiles don’t reach his eyes.
Shinobu: Yuuta-kun’s mental state may be worse than usual because we’ve been having a pretty hard time on the streets…
Hinata: Well, I found it a bit dicey too, since it seemed to destroy the entire premise of “experience”, but…
There’s no way I could let Ran Nagisa, treasure of CosPro, do something like live a rough life on the streets—
We’ve been doing this since day one, and so far we haven’t received any flak from the producers or anything. So, I guess that means there’s no issue, right?
Yuuta: Rrggh? Anzu-san, do your job properly!
There are things you can and cannot do! And there’s no way I could rely on Master, he’s a rare “adult worthy of respect” to me!
You took something important away from me, Aniki…!
Hinata: Eh~? But when I spoke to Master about our situation, he said, “That sounds rough. You’re welcome to stay here as long as you like.”
Yuuta: Does Master have the full picture of what we’re doing? That we’re filming for a program—
Hinata: Hmm? From what it looks like, I don’t think he’s even aware that we’ve become idols.
He’s always in a world of his own, doing his own thing as usual.
Yuuta: Well, that does sound like Master… He’s lived his entire life surviving solely on his good nature and his skills in martial arts and cooking.
Shinobu: I think that’s all one needs.
Hmm. I (se-)… I (boku) am not too familiar with him, just who is this Master of yours?
Yuuta: I told you how when we were kids, we ran away from our toxic parent, right?
Master was the one who offered us protection at that time, providing for us without asking any questions.
He’s a man of some unknown age that’s been running a Chinese restaurant in this area downtown for a long time, by the way. His Japanese is a bit dicey at times, he might be a foreigner.
Hinata: He’s such a kind guy, you know~, he taught us how to cook and do street performances, which we hadn’t known how to back then. Well, he’s a good samaritan for sure.
—But, this good samaritan of our Master seems to have gotten in a bit of trouble.
Yuuta: Huh, what do you mean? If Master’s facing some sort of trouble, I can’t ignore that either. Can you elaborate?
Hinata: Hm~, well, I don’t want to involve you and Shinobu-kun too much, Yuuta-kun.
Yuuta: You’re always like this, Aniki. You’re not the only one here with history with Master, so tell me about what’s going on.
Nagisa: …If Hinata-kun finds it hard to say, then I will instead.
…But. This might not be the type of thing we can talk about on the streets, in front of rolling cameras.
…Being so careless will bring trouble to the restaurant.
Hinata: Right! Please cut the cameras for now~! Wherever you guys are filming from right now!
Nagisa: …Fufu. I was thinking maybe to sit down and talk inside the restaurant. It’s just outside of lunchtime, so there are empty seats.
Hinata: I mean, that’s why we were attracting customers!
Yuuta: I don’t quite understand, but… Hmm, guess this is gonna be some complicated story again, isn’t it?
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