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blues824 · 1 year

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Can I please request the Kamado squad with the female riddle s/o

🌹Her obsession with red and rules her being a doctor (last time I forgot that riddle wanted to become a doctor that his whole family came from the medical feeld )

❤️Imagen them being the only one get inosuke to follow a few rules.

🌹Her garden of demon repellant magic infuse roses (nezuko didn't get problem in the wisteria house when she was there so she gets the green light )

❤️The first time that zenitsu ran up to her and asked her to marry her before listening to her rules or telling his name got him collard (this if for everyone because eventually they stat to date one of the Kamado squad boys. )

🌹What's there reaction to her magic and unique spell of with your head.

❤️How would they react that she is on muzans radar because of her magic and is getting protection from the hashiras because she and her magic can make him more powerful and immune to the sun.

I don’t think I’ve ever written for the Kamado Squad if I’m being honest… unless I have and I forgot about it. This includes Tanjiro, Nezuko, Zenitsu, Inosuke, Kanao, and Genya.

Fun fact: I am the same height as Riddle and share the same birthday as him 🙂

Tanjiro Kamado

Your height isn’t a problem to him since he’s only around 5’5” (165 cm) and you’re around 5’2½” (160 cm). All he has to do is look down a little and there you are! He wouldn’t tease you about your height, though.

Whenever he has to travel, he will bring you back a trinket that is in the color red for your sake so that you may be reminded of him as he is gone. A few times, he brought back roses of different varieties as well so that you could press them in a book.

He supports you and your study of the medicinal arts and often goes to you instead of Shinobu for treatment. Of course, you reprimand him every time he gets hurt, but it’s to be expected in his job as a Demon Slayer.

He’s always happy to see the Queen’s Palace (that’s what you had named your mansion) and its demon-repellent roses. A while ago, you had conjured up a magical talisman for Nezuko so that she wouldn’t be harmed by the flowers. You would see your Tanjiro through your window and rush to the courtyard to greet him with a worried hug.

He’s always so amazed by the things you can do with your magic because he knows that it’s a very powerful thing. Many times, he has seen you behead Zenitsu for trying to get you to marry him. He finds it humorous rather than irritating.

When he gets word from Giyu that Muzan has you on his radar for your magic, he is angry. That demon has already taken his family away from him and turned his sister into a demon, and now he wants to take the only ‘normal’ thing from him? You actually had to calm him down from going straight to killing Kibutsuji.

Each night, as you both lay in bed together, he wakes up due to having nightmares of you either dying or being turned into a demon so that Muzan can learn magic from you. You were gradually becoming concerned and had to reassure him often that you weren’t going anywhere.

Nezuko Kamado

She is almost the same height as you, standing at 5’ even. You are finally taller than someone, and for some reason that makes you happy. But you don’t tease her for being smaller because you wouldn’t want someone to do that to you.

When the Kamado squad comes to the Queen’s Palace, you often open the box and open your arms for Nezuko to run into. It took a while, but after a few months you got used to her affectionate personality and even enjoyed it.

She’s often intrigued by your knowledge about medicine and would often hang around in your ‘lab’ or ‘office’ on one of the stools while listening to your voice. She can’t talk much because of the muzzle (she keeps it on so as to maintain self-control) and so she listens to you.

Nezuko understands why you enchanted the roses you grew, she just wishes that she could help you tend to them. At the end of the day, she’s just grateful that you created a talisman for her that counteracted the effect of the roses so that she could at least go inside the Palace.

She’s most definitely mesmerized by your magic because she hasn’t seen anything like it before. That’s if we’re talking about basic magic. When you use your unique magic on Inosuke, she finds it hilarious because you’re so angry as well.

Once, she overheard you, Zenitsu, Inosuke, and Tanjiro talking about how you were a target on Muzan’s hitlist. She ran in and clung to you, tearing up. The 4 of you were taken by surprise, but you hugged her just as tight, whispering to her about how you would try your hardest not to be taken and how you would protect yourself for her.

Now, she doesn’t ever want to leave your side. Forget Tanjiro, you are the one she wants to stay with 24/7. When the group needs to hit the road, she hisses and scratches at her own brother because she doesn’t want to be taken away from you. Even on the road, she sulks and cries.

Zenitsu Agatsuma

He’s just a bit taller than you, standing at 5’4¾” (164.5 cm). He wouldn’t make fun of you for it either because he’s not the type to do that to a lady, but loves that he’s taller than you because it makes him feel ‘manly’ in a way.

Would often try to court you or fluster you by presenting you with a couple of roses he found at the market every single time he visited the Queen’s Palace. The one time you finally accepted them was the day he swore he could’ve died happy right then and there. He wasn’t going to die alone!

When he gets hurt, he finds it adorable how you fuss over him. He knows deep down that you’re just worried about him. He’s never had someone do anything like this for him, so he just has a blissful expression on his face as you scold him for the nth time.

He’s glad that he finally gets a break from seeing wisteria flowers all over the place, but you took the enchanted rose thing to the next level. All over the grounds of your mansion, there were rose bushes that you had him help tend to.

When you demonstrate the sheer strength of your magic, he’s completely terrified. You’re more powerful than any Demon or Slayer. He’s experienced your collar the first few times he held out a rose bouquet to you as a greeting. He was secretly relieved when you finally accepted his love because he knew that he wasn’t going to be beheaded anymore.

One time, he overheard you discussing the matter of you being targeted by Muzan with one of the Hashira, and he was angry. I’m not talking about the Tanjiro-how-dare-you-be-traveling-with-a-cute-girl mad, I’m talking about the passing-out-and-bringing-out-his-demon-slayer mad.

He now gets paranoid at every noise he hears throughout the mansion. He’s more serious and jumpy than ever before. The only ways to get him to calm down is to either lay his head in your lap and run your fingers through his hair or to cuddle with him in bed.

Inosuke Hashibira

Would absolutely take advantage of being the taller one. He’s 5’4½” (164 cm), so he’s not that much taller, but to him every inch counts (that’s what she said). Would be the type to just pick you up and haul you over his shoulder and carry you around while you scream at him to put you down.

Doesn’t know anything about the human ways of courting and would often ask the others in his group about the feeling he gets in his chest whenever he’s around you. Tanjiro tries to stifle his laughter and Zenitsu is full on wheezing and yelling about how he certainly has a type.

This feeling goes haywire when he’s injured and you tend to him while also yelling at him to try and be more careful. He then decides to ask you why he feels this feeling in his heart and you are obviously shocked. You then have to try and explain the concept of love to him.

After a while, he gets protective over you and he’s glad that you grew the enchanted roses because that means you are safe while he is away. Whenever someone gets a bit too close, this mf is ready to throw hands.

He’s proud whenever you use magic. You are strong and smart as well as a bit feisty, so you are obviously his type (he marries Aoi, man definitely has a type). In the earlier stages of your relationship, he has been collared numerous times because he wouldn’t follow the rules.

When he overhears the conversation between you and one of the Hashira about Muzan coming after you for your magic, Inosuke goes silent. It’s not out of shock, mind you. It’s out of pure rage that his body couldn’t even begin to process.

From that point on, he’s more irritable than ever. You eventually ask him what the hell is wrong and he explains everything. He feels a bit ridiculous for being this angry, but you tell him that it’s not his fault. In fact, it was rather endearing to you.

Kanao Tsuyuri

She’s half an inch shorter than you, so the difference isn’t noticeable at all. It’s ironic because you both tend to see eye-to-eye on many different things. Other than that, you don’t comment on each other’s height at all.

She doesn’t speak too much but she does offer some words here and there. She makes sure to respect all the rules you had put in place at your mansion (and you are so freaking grateful for it that it’s not even funny).

She offers to live with you and stay at the Queen’s Palace to tend to the sick. You obviously accepted and wrote a letter to her older sister that you were needing some assistance and Kanao had offered to help you.

She helps you with your rose bushes as she does get worried about you not being able to defend yourself if not given the time to prepare. She listens as you teach her how much water and pruning the bushes need to stay healthy.

She’s shocked whenever you use your magic for anything. It’s not something you see everyday, so she always stares in curiosity as you revive a rose that was gifted to you or you collar someone who made you angry.

When she gets word that Muzan is coming after you for your magic, she gets flashbacks. She fell to the ground, but no tears were coming out… just like at her oldest sister’s funeral. She was not about to let that happen again.

She had noticeably become more helpful to the point you didn’t even have to lift up your finger for anything. She also has become more clingy in a way. You asked what the deal was and she quietly told you what was wrong. You held her close and whispered that you didn’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon.

Genya Shinazugawa

Would try to tease you about you being much shorter than him (he’s 5’11” or 180 cm). You most definitely have collared him multiple times. The thing is, he doesn’t know how to interact with women so he can’t hold a proper conversation without joking about your height.

One thing he would do is he would definitely be protective over you. He knows about emotions, so he’s not dense. Once he confessed to you, he stopped making fun of your shortness. From then on, he gets jealous very easily (as if he didn’t already).

He visits you often at the Queen’s Palace just so you could dote on him. One time, he came seriously injured and he just stared at you lovestruck as you went off on him about how he should try his best to be more careful.

I headcanon that he definitely does not have a green thumb, so you urge him to stay away from the roses. He sits at a nearby chair as he watches you tend to your garden. He admires the way you gently take care of your beloved flowers.

He’s always amazed by the way you harness your magic and overpower him or anyone else for that matter. You’re able to detain a demon with your unique magic, which prevents them from using their demon blood art.

When he overhears you talking to yourself about upping the security of the Palace for your protection against the forces of Muzan, he gets scared. He bursts into the room and asks you what the hell you meant by that.

From that point on, he’s the one who answers the door. He escorts you everywhere to make sure there is no surprise ambush or attack. He sleeps with you in your bed (consensually, and in a SFW way) so that he may be able to protect you at your most vulnerable point.

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sangoqueenkoko · 6 months

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beautiful day to you, i come here with a writing request if you so wish to take on it :] i was thinking about kaeya training a recent-vision-user reader to be part of the knights of favonius but they have an inexplicable rivalry, cue annoying kaeya making smug remarks about being reader's boss despite the fact that reader could probably beat him up with enough training. ( also if you're okay writing gendered readers, i think male reader could be very neat ^_^ ) ty !

Ouuuuuu great idea, and good evening/morning/day/afternoon to you! And I have no problem with gendered readers :D

Hope you like it, I’m a little rusty after motivation block.

KAEYA

oh, ho, this should be interesting

Fluff, or something like that

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Summary: So you recently got a vision! Hooray! But... Kaeya, the reader's boss, teaches you how to use the newly founded power for your Knights of Favonius training. Snarky remarks ensue.

Warnings? Male reader! (L/N) - Last Name. He may be OOC, but I don't use him enough to know what he's like. apologise.

[here is the information I used about vision personalities!]

Contains a mention of Jean, and Kaeya of course!

I AM SO SO SO SO SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT. mental slump and no motivation 🙃 And it is shorter than I had originally planned for it to be. again.

SO SORRY.

You got your vision! Yippee!

And the gods have granted you a vision of Pyro!

Fire personalities are the most passionate people you could find, they do every single thing with huge amounts of willpower, energy, and love, amongst other things. They are very optimistic and will usually see the good side of things. Pyro vision holders are most extroverted, but they dislike being alone. They are very VERY easy to read as well, in contrast to Cryo for instance. Opposites attract.

Such as Kaeya, whom since you gaining your vision, promised to teach you how to use it. But him being your boss.. he sort of has to help.

They share being hard to read, with electro and hydro. Why? Because many of them are pretty much immune to emotions, being unaffected by them, or totally ignorant of what they are, and so on.

Ahem!

“Okay, so you finally got your vision. Hope it’s what you wanted” Kaeya smirked as you both walked out of the city gates to start training. Because neither of you would want to damage anything in the city. You’ll have to withstand Jean’s wrath.

“Pyro, right? It matches that fiery attitude of yours”

“Uh-huh sure” you mused, “at least I can melt your hatred with my desires. I can’t believe Jean made you train me.”

He walked in front of you, and stood still, stopping you from walking. You looked up at him. There was a notable height difference between you both. He lifted your chin up with his index finger, a cocky smirk on his face, “now listen here, Mister (L/N), we’re out here to train, not give each other snide remarks, got it?”

You only hummed in reaponse, “got it?” He repeated.

“Yeah, I gue-” he cut you off with a clearing of the throat, you knew what that meant, “yes, Captain Kaeya.”

Kaeya chose your training for today to be in Starfell Valley, seeing as it has different types of terrains to work on, and you wanted to show him what you can really do, without his speculation clouding reality. You have a vision of Pyro after all, you like to be active in fights and show people what you can really do.

Time to shine.

Your first experience with fighting with Kaeya felt like a warm-up, but to you, it also felt... childish. No adrenaline pumping, no nearly losing breath while running after the target, and no obstacle avoidance. Just.. some light touches. And this went on for a little while, which you didn't like.

"Ugh!" you sighed, "This is so haphazard! Please Kaeya, can we do something that's more entertaining? Like, I don't know, actual training?" You hated standing still, not being able to burn some energy. You always noticed when you're around Kaeya that he likes to be slow and take his time, and you assumed that he did this just to annoy you. And it did annoy you.

"Oh-ho" Kaeya mused with a light chuckle as he strode to your side, it was like he teleported to your side, you didn't realise straight away that he was so close to you because you may or may not have been mindlessly gazing at him, "dearest (Y/N), does one not realise that good things come to those that wait? Trust me when I say I know what I am doing, and you will get there eventually."

You grumbled to yourself before saying confidently, "I bet with enough training, I could easily beat you up. Maybe even to a pulp!"

He lightly scoffed at the thought, "Oh-ho, this should be interesting. Dearest (Y/N), I would love to see you try."

Let's just say you did manage to get to the point where you could easily fight him and beat him a few times, and when Jean came to review how the training was going, she picked up on the sly remarks between the both of you. Even a certain type of tension.

And that also went on for such a while longer.

...

Jean eventually had to split you both up for a while so you could calm down and cool off.

#ask reply #female reader #Genshin headcanons #genshin impact x you #kaeya #kaeya x reader #kaeya fluff #kaeya x you #kaeya headcanons #genshin impact x reader

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sonicasura · 1 year

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Trollhunters: Path of the Blade

Based on this poll.

To make voting easier, here's how each possible familiar for Jim shall affect events in the show. There will be shared changes despite what you pick. Post is quite long so here's the heads up. Poll Status updates from 7 am to 10 pm here so don't forget to check it out!

Toby will already know about Jim's partner. He is five years old after all and plus his friend needs more moral support. Barbara does find out but how it happens is different each time.

Douxie gets involved early than in canon. I can imagine he monitors Arcadia multiple times each year whether by visiting or magical means. A child with an unknown and no doubt powerful familiar is enough reason to get involved. Plus Archie gets a 'work buddy' to vibe with.

Jim learns magic that relates to his chosen familiar. They also assist in personal training whether as Trollhunter or an ally to the Trollhunter. Jim gets tricked into becoming part troll and not voluntarily goes with Merlin's plan.

Physical Troll Jim traits and fighting style changes thanks to familiar.

With that out of the way, let's get started.

Rabbit Knight's Cape: Diarbbitmon

Nickname: Peter (Short for Peter Cottontail as Diarbbitmon is a bit hard for a child to say), Stage: Mega Digimon, Element Alignment: Nature, Height: 13'2, Terms for children: Pyonmon(the baby stage for his species) or Bunny

Jim sneaks out to the forest to release his frustration after today's events. He accidentally finds Diarbbitmon who he vents to. The knight sympathetically listens and comforts Jim, using his fur like cape as a blanket. A familiar bond is formed while Peter takes the now tired boy home. Rabbit dad? Absolutely considering Diarbbitmon's gentle personality and well mannered nature.

James is lucky he got outta town as this Digimon is very dangerous when something they care about is harmed. I am very serious since it states in the entry that Diarbbitmon will not stop until nothing remains of the enemy and even hunts down their opponent's allies. Jim has Peter promise to not go that far unless with his permission.

He might've taken after his familiar a bit too. Often play sword fighting with Toby, got a few rabbit based accessories like a pendant, took fencing classes and indulging in various poetry. Jim tends to use Peter's cape as a blanket moreso when he becomes half troll. A childhood comfort that never fails to calm him, not even a Corrupted/Beast Jim is immune.

Peter is taught how to take a human form or rabbit form with training from Archie. He also revert to Pyonmon or Bosamon as well. Jim can use minor nature spells such as minor plant growth from Douxie and later masters his craft under Vendel's watchful care.

Trollhunter Jim: Peter will not only help his training but come with a schedule for this new lifestyle. He's quite concerned about his little Pyonmon's health. Strickler is on very thin ice as Peter can hold one nasty grudge. Draal gets dolted on too once he starts living in Jim's basement. Trollhunter armor bears a rabbit insignia, fluffy blue cape and the blade is closer to a rapier through the familiar bond.

NotTrollhunter Jim: Diarbbitmon often travels around Arcadia at late hours, half of the time to look for a present to give his precious human. He accidentally comes across the scuffle between Kanijar and Bular so Peter chases off the latter before daylight. The Trollhunter seeks out the Diarbbitmon which inconsequentally leads to Jim getting put on kidnap style house arrest in Trollmarket. A magic swordsman who wields twin rapiers and a dark blue outfit similar to Peter.

Troll Jim: Thick platinum blonde fur around the chest, back, elbows and calves. Has a big poofy rabbit tail alongside rabbit like ears behind his horns. Feet become rabbit like too but his legs are spared the change. Got beans and paw pads. Jim is often called Troll Bunny or Jackelope thanks to this.

New War Rock: War Rock Meteoragon

Nickname: Drago or Draco, Species: Duel Monster, Subspecies: War Rock/Earth Warrior, Height: 12'6, Element Alignment: Earth, Terms for children: whelp or little warrior

Jim stumbles upon his card in the canal and later accidentally summons Drago inside his room. (This immediately establishes the familiar bond.) Barbara finds out in an instant as she hears Jim talk to the War Rock about his 'father'. Pretty sure the only reason she didn't beam Drago on the head with a lamp is from his warrior physique and less modest clothing.

A quite cheery noble duel spirit who often likes to tease Jim or Toby. Drago gave the two piggyback rides when they were little and still carries them when not in a human guise. Playfully clashes horns with Troll Jim as I see this being a troll habit for younglings which the War Rock would easily oblige. Drago also uses his fluffy white fur cape like a blanket too and it has the same calming effect.

Jim plans to get a tattoo based on the warrior once he's an adult, a dragon wielding two swords. He also dyed his bangs white, wears dragon accessories such as charms, and taken parkour specifically mountain climbing. The latter is partly from how War Rock monsters like Meteoragon live on a steep mountain range called War Rock Mountain.

Drago can take a small lizard form thanks to some magic training. Douxie teaches Jim a few earth spells that later gets refined under Vendel's tutelage but the duel spirit also teaches his whelp War Rock magic. War Rock magic ensures a battle remains fair such as negating any effects that sabotage allies, set up the battlefield and call upon reinforcements even if they fell in battle. The embodiment of fair war tactics.

Trollhunter Jim: Helps carry the load of responsibilities so his whelp nor his friends get overwhelmed. Drago also teaches different battle tactics than just improve Jim's swordsmanship. Not as hostile around Strickler, partly cause of war knowledge, but the life bonding spell definitely pissed him off. Merlin earned his red hot ire though. Can easily connect with Draal since Trolls are a warrior race too. Draconic flairs decorates Jim's armor, helm bears forward oni horns, and sword is more like a claymore.

Not Trollhunter Jim: Teaches his whelp the ways of a tactician and war general. An early morning leads to Drago coming across the clash between both trolls so he uses his cape to shield Kanijar from the sun. The Trollhunter does take a small piece of the cape to look for the War Rock later. Jim and Barbara end up taking shelter in Trollmarket later due to goblins. Wields twin blade but also traditional War Rock armor with thick chainmail.

Troll Jim: His hair turned white with brown tips, has white fur all over his back, chest and waist. Two sets of horns with the small pair facing frontwards. Red markings that look like a fierce roaring troll spans across the right side of his abdomen. Small Heartstone gems grow off his back. Given the tribe name: War Rock Trollheart.

Heir of Death, Thanatos

Nickname: Crow (his mask looks like a crow to child Jim), Species: Curse Type Persona, Element Alignment: Curse/Almighty, Height: 14'3, Terms for children: fledgling or candlelight

Barbara had accidentally bought Thanatos' dormant mask in a magic kit and Jim awakened the Persona through an emotional outburst. The young boy bears a strong connection to the Death Arcana alongside the Fool Arcana. Like a caring grandfather, the Persona comforts Jim as their contract allows Thanatos to read the youth's heart. 'I Am Thou and Thou Art I.'

He often takes the facade of an well dressed elderly gentleman with his sword mimicking a cane. Thanatos is a kind, wise and soft-spoken being that often gives guidance to Jim or his companions. Quite a delightful person to chat with especially around older company like Nana, Archie and Vendel.

Although Thanato' kind nature can become ferociously animalistic if 'Frenzy Mode' is triggered, often using his coffin chain wings to bash threats whilst ruthlessly cutting them down. Only Jim can snap the death god out of this state while others have to redirect his fury. Frenzy Mode rarely occurs as it takes a magic overload or great rage to trigger it.

Jim wears a crow pendant, tends to tell morbid jokes and overall is quite calm around the topic of death. He often gives a treat to visiting ravens, crows, or vultures. Thanatos finds it cute when his fletchling finds gifts from the various birds and even moreso if one perches on his shoulder.

Douxie gives Jim basic magic training but the Persona is his primary teacher mainly in various Persona based magic. Thanatos does acquire multiple spell books including a grimoire for spirit, dark, and voodoo magic.

Trollhunter Jim: Serves as Jim's teacher in swordplay and magic(later with Toby and Claire.) Helps ease his fletchling's frustration while providing needed advice when things feel too much. Allows Kanijar to deliver one last heartfelt message to his son Draal and help the Troll mourn. Neutral around Strickler since he gone frenzy at the Changeling. Loathes Merlin and went into Frenzy Mode when Jim forcefully became half troll. Death markings cover his armor, helm is more avian and sword shifts closer to a katana in form.

Not Trollhunter Jim: Purposely saves Kanijar as he senses the amulet's next choice in time. Bular is chased off while the Trollhunter has no clue who Thanatos is bound to. It was by chance that Jim ends up in Trollmarket as he summons the Persona when AAARRRGGHH was nearby. He got kidnapped in his sleep and whisked away much to Thanstos' annoyance. A dark mage who uses curses alongside his trusty katana. Jim's battle attire is a dark blue and resembles a plague doctor uniform.

Troll Jim: Has white feathery fluff that leads to black feathers all over his back and chest but also thin feathery wings on his arms. Ears are furry at the tips while Jim's nose is a bit more pointed like its meant to become a beak. Feet became bird talons specifically a crow's and has tail feathers. Often called a Crow or Bird's Nest.

Ceaseless Blade, Hisuian Samurott

Nickname: Harper, Species: Hisuian variant Samurott/Pokemon, Element Alignment: Water/Dark, Gender: Female, Size: 7'8, Terms for children: pups or little Oshawott

Jim came across Harper when he snuck out to reflect at the creek. She sensed his sorrow and comfort the boy. The Samurott carries him back home, leaving behind a small seashell as a gift. This leads to Jim frequently visiting the Water/Dark Type and a familiar bond.

Harper is quite motherly despite her bold and pushy nature. She often gives Jim or Toby the shove they need to face their problems as soon as possible. Harper also tends to pick a fight with any supernatural oriented creature that gets too close to what's hers. She drove off Bular twice from the creek and left a hefty scar on his back. (The Gum-Gum is terrified of the Hisuian Samurott.)

Harper moves into the Lake household when Jim and his mother get caught in a nasty forest fire on a camping trip. A small pond was added to the backyard for the Pokemon to relax alongside some tall bamboo to provide privacy. Being able to pet Harper is a sign of trust as she either walks away or uses Water Gun on someone who does it without permission. What happens depends on her mood.

Jim wears the shell Harper gave him as a pendant and carries otter charms. Douxie taught the boy minor water magic alongside charm making. Vendel helps Jim master it while the Hisuian Samurott guides him through dark magic.

Trollhunter Jim: Serves as his training partner and helps improve his swordsmanship. Harper corrects any error in Jim's fighting style while she teaches how to fight with brutal swiftness like a Hisuian Samurott does. Later becomes protective of Draal as the Water/Dark Type adopted him too. Comically uses Water Gun on Strickler at random intervals out of spite. Definitely tried to bite Merlin and decides to Scald him after the Troll Jim fiasco. Armor slightly mimics samurai armor as shell insignia decorates the surface and the sword becomes similar to a Hisuian Samurott's seamitar.

Not Trollhunter Jim: Harper takes on a more protective role and becomes quite territorial around the house. She was coming back from a late night swim at the creek when she came across the two trolls fighting. The Hisuian Samurott chased both of them off as they were too close to the house for her comfort. Kanijar was originally hunting the volatile Pokemon only to accidentally discover she is Jim's familiar. Instant Trollmarket house arrest for Jimbo outta concern to every bystander's safety. He wears traditional samurai armor with a wave design and wields a scimitar alongside his magic.

Troll Jim: Skin is closer to sea stone with a black shell like caparace growing on his wrists, elbows, ankles plus thighs. Hands and feet have hot pink webbing while he has a short fin for a tail. Bears a black third caparace horn akin to Harper. White scruffy fur around the edges of his cheek with thick dark blue hair cover his back, waist, then finally shoulders. Sometimes called a Troll Otter because of it.

Shell Knight's Might, Harumitey

Nickname: Mighty, Species: Spectrobe/Harumitey, Gender: Female, Element Alignment: Ice/Water(Flash in Spectrobe terms), Size: 6'3, Terms for children: Harumi(Child form of Harumitey) or zoea (term for baby hermit crab)

Jim finds her crystal at the creek during the day and accidentally summons Mighty when threatened by his father's cruel actions. (James Senior ran in fear from the very angry shellfish knight ready to stab him.) Barbara finds her son being gently hugged by the Spectrobe and hears what happens from Jim.

Mighty is a playful gentle giant who likes to join in on the boys' fun. Jim and Toby often find themselves getting nuzzled or have any fish dish stolen from the Harumitey. A custom pond, sand pit, and house for her was put in the backyard alongside some bamboo for privacy. Jim learns what crystals are compatible with Mighty plus some ice spells from Douxie. He later refine those while learning water spells from Vendel. Jim wears shell bracelets, a lapis lazuli crystal pendant and a violet beanie that looks like a helmet.

Trollhunter Jim: Helps the boy with his sword style but also teaches him a defensive fighting style. Mighty provides emotional support and tries to make Jim smile when it feels like the world's crashing down. Quite mild around Strickler as she often threatens with a stab. Will definitely skewer Merlin on sight especially during the Troll Jim fiasco. Somehow became a emotional support companion to Draal but Mighty doesn't mind, she smells the daddy issues. Jim's armor takes a slight hermit crab shell design, wave insignia decorates it, and the Daylight blade is closer to a lance.

Not Trollhunter Jim: Harumitey likes to lurk in the sewers in search of treasure. She stumbles upon the two trolls' fight and chases them off when they break a shiny necklace the Spectrobe wanted. Like with Hisuian Samurott, Kanijar hunts Mighty down only to discover she's a familiar to a human. She takes Jim to Trollmarket when he gets badly injured from a goblin surprise attack. The two stay there until he's recovered although Barbara later breaks in like an angry mama bear. Jim is a paladin type fighter who wields a lance and shield in battle. He wears shell style knight armor similar to Mighty.

Troll Jim: Has a spikey shell caparace on his back, front arms, upper chest and legs. Grew a pair of smaller arms with crablike claws under his normal ones. Horns are spiky and curve like a spiral shell. Amethyst crystals grow on his neck alongside his shoulder blades. Someone called Jim a 'Hermit Troll' and the name stuck just like Shellhead.

And that's it! Until next time folks, I'll see you back in Arcadia.

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ezrisdax-archive · 2 years

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bioware

send me a fandom and I'll tell you my rare pairs and tell you why you should ship them

Mass Effect

Kaidan/Ashley - mostly I blame @omegastation for this one but I liked the idea of them cause in game if you bring them along on the citadel sidequests they have a lot of flirty lines like Ash teasing Kaidan he knows nothing about women and if you're a femshep then you interrupt Ash's call with her sister where she's saying Kaidan's cute and she should date him. and then you get the tragedy of them in ME3 going to the memorial wall and remembering each other after the bomb mission. like I just feel it's a fun potential ship but also carries a lot of potential angst and I love them a lot for it.

Kaidan/Thane - I'm gonna blame @rannochs for this one cause we were joking about it and Kaidan and Thane talking already while they're at the hospital in ME3 and how the two of them would get along and then that became an 'oh no we can ship this' but I would need the AU where Thane lives and also it'd be cool to imagine Thane getting to the councilors before you and talking Kaidan down that time?

Tali/Sam - both rambling science nerds who love technology maaaaybe a little too much. I think they'd just gel a lot and it's a shame we never got a talk between them or at least if there was I never got one that wasn't Sam pushing Tali to talk to Liara after that one mission in ME3. They only talk a little at the Citadel party but again I need more because I think they'd be cute girlfriends.

James/Ann - So like in the Leviathan DLC when you take Ann back to her dad's lab and James is there it's just really sweet how much he seems to care about Ann? Like he asks if she's okay and then holds her while the Leviathan takes over her mind and asks again if she's okay and begs Shep to stop the process when it hurts, it's really cute! James deserves some love.

Ashley/Liara - With how much Ash distrusts Liara in ME1 to going to how much faith they have in each other in ME3 I really like the dynamic. I think also after ME3 the two would end up leaning on each other in a grief kind of way and I have this idea of Ash ending up helping Liara reset up the Shadow Broker network because bad things don't end just cause the galaxy didn't and the two of them know that and want to help. They both went through a lot of growth over the games and came to appreciate the other so it's about the respect to me.

Mass Effect Andromeda

Sid/Vederia - so I don't know how this idea came to me at all but one day I just thought, oh Sid/Vederia would be cute. Like first of all you know Sid would brag to Vetra now she has a pathfinder girlfriend too (cause in my head it's always Vetryder time) and Vederia and Sid going off on a mission together to help find a new path would be really cute. Like they're both young and Vederia's now in a position of power and Sid is stepping out from her sister's shadow so I like to think there's some common ground there.

Dragon Age

Morrigan/Leliana - Leliana literally spends the game complimenting Morrigan on her...assets and enjoys teasing her I'm sorry but that's all it took for me! plus I like the differences between them and that Leliana would round out Morrigan a little by helping her understand the world around her and Morrigan would bring Leliana back to earth and ground her a little in reality, they both want to be soft and sharp in different ways and want love, what's more compelling than that?

Alistair/Zevran - I am not immune to Zev being flirty with Alistair either, I'm the type of person that does like the side ships better than the PC ship usually and I can't help it. I think they work the same and Morrigna/Leliana in helping each other see another side of the world the other has been missing for a while

Cassandra/Varric - okay listen, she reads his romance books! Their banter slowly softens over time! I'm not immune to this okay! god the height difference is also hilarious to me.

#beej talks mass effect

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yinses · 3 years

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college au! headcanons

gojo satoru, geto suguru & nanami kento

rqst: college au for nanami, geto and gojo?

a/n: so i divided it into three categories to help keep my head straight. honestly almost straight kicked gojo out of college bc i couldn’t decide on a major for him. the jjk discord server is heaven sent for my sanity. ty everyone again 🌺

last time i should have to post these. hoping everything is fine now.

gojo satoru

MAJOR

—he starts off undecided for a long time. the fact that he’s on scholarship allows him to be more flexible with his classes given that he’s not responsible for costs. he grew up with expectations from his family but university is suppose to be his opportunity to spread his own wings and grow from his experiences.

—so he tries a bit of everything- sciences, music and social studies- anything to prompt a spark. (took a business class once and made a point to sit next to nanami everyday just to annoy him) by his second year he’s getting as frustrated as his counselor because if he doesn’t decide soon he’ll be a potential 5th year senior.

—he’s overthinking it but gojo wants to invest in what he believes will make the most significant impact to his ability. his counselor takes those crumbs and runs with it.

—he gets steered towards political science and actually excels at it (that advisor gets a raise). surprises most of the class with his analytical skills because they thought he was just a pretty boy- surprise he’s beautiful and smart.

—develops a vested interest in governmental policies. might run for president one day idk. brings donuts to his early am class. doesn’t share.

SOCIAL

—he’s not the jock per say, but as the star athlete of the basketball team, the school likes to take advantage of his image to draw in sponsors.

—his face is plastered all over the auditorium whether they’re in season or not. sometimes it’s not even to promote basketball, gojo is pretty and they’re not afraid to use it. which also makes him one of the most recognizable faces on campus.

—due to his student athlete contract, he’s not allowed to sign autographs freely in the event they’re attempted to be sold as quick cash. but yikes, he can barely walk to class without someone stopping him for a picture. to the best of his ability he tries to laugh it off, poster boy image and all, but it gets pretty fucking old and annoying quickly. especially when it makes him late for his next lesson and the instructor shows no sympathy.

—his height didn’t only help him get into basketball, but its also convenient when it comes to shouldering politely through the student masses. his golden rule is don’t make eye contact. the busier the crowds the easier it is for him to pretend like he could’t possibly have heard them.

—gojo doesnt scout fraternities, fraternities scout him. but he’s not interested in the slightest. as an athlete he already gets into any social circle he wants without the additional effort. that and he doesnt think he could tolerate an alpha male trying to exert his dominance without barking back.

—loves to show up to parties but always arrives late enough to the point where they don’t think he’s coming. it helps him slip in when he wants too. he’s a connoisseur of all alcohol varieties and a master of beer bong. he’s not necessarily the life of the party but his presence is kind of hard to miss.

RELATIONSHIPS

—he gets too much attention to date casually. most potential suitors are in it more for the benefits they receive than him anyway. he’s got enough on his plate with career indecisiveness and games to try to pursue anything serious before third year.

—he’s not completely celibate though. he tries to keep the same partners as long as he can. not only to keep himself clean and safe but because he often goes into an agreement to keep it casual. sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. either way he gets coined as a ‘heartbreaker’ before the end of his freshman year. frankly the rumors obscure most of the truth and give him more freedom. people always expect that he’s with someone even when he’s not, which helps keep his invasive teammates off his back.

—gojo can easily graduate without securing something tangible but there is still a window for potential.

—you’re both his consistent classmate and occasional friends with benefits. its the former title that keeps bringing him back around. he cant exactly avoid you without subjecting himself to 8am classes. it helps that the sex is good too.

—he can text you an offer to study together for the next test and roll over after an hour and wreck you for the rest of the week. its hard to tell who gets addicted first but he does appreciate the way your skin looks when youre wearing his marks.

geto suguru

MAJOR

—he’s a STEM kid, particularly interested in bio-genetics to improve overall health. he believes that simply becoming a physician just keeps the issue at bay and his goal is to eradicate the problem at its source.

—since high school he’s been cataloging different programs across the country before deciding what he wanted and putting all his efforts into it. so it’s no surprise when he gets in.

—geto doesn’t need counselors but they’re required so he listens to them prattle on about using university as an opportunity to explore. this man came in with more college credits than most sophomores, he knows what he wants.

—always on-time to class and never misses an assignment. also that kid who goes above and beyond, even on the simple stuff. he rarely gets teased about it, not even behind his back. geto straight up scares some people even when he’s smiling.

—not afraid to correct teachers when they’re wrong. in fact he lives for it.

—he’s the one who graduated early and starts his master’s program before most of his age group declare their own majors.

SOCIAL

—he tends to frequent the same circles- handpicking his acquaintances out of class rosters, clubs and honor lists. he’s less in it for the friendship and more so to scout for potential research partners.

—met gojo in one of his science electives and literally carried him through the class. they somehow end up friends but only really hang out at each other’s places- bunch of chill movie nights and pizza.

—there is no interest in fraternities, but he does join university funded clubs that allow him to further his research. they give him unique access to labs, take him on trips to different conventions and have an alumni list a kilometer long for future collaborations.

—the man does not party but he will occasionally slip into quieter bars to ease some of his frustrations. he actually enjoys karaoke thursdays , not to sing for himself but the drunken antics of others bring him some amusement.

—smokes weed occasionally, but only his own product. it helps him relaxand fan out the stress. he never sells it but sometimes gojo nicks some of his stash. given that he gets drug tested often, geto doesn’t know how the athlete never gets caught.

RELATIONSHIPS

—not interested in seeking out relationships in the slightest. the man has a plan and he’s already married to it.

—he’s not completely immune to sexual advances though and occasionally splurges but none of the friends with benefits crap. he’ll hit it once and stay celibate for the rest of the year easily.

—you might be able to squeeze in as his fellow lab partner. remain invested in the work and not him and he’ll start noticing the little details of your company- the way you subtle perfume lingers on his lab coat hours after you’ve adorned for the day, how he knows you have to keep your hair up for safety precautions but he thinks about running his fingers through it daily and your mind, damn, he wonders what else you can come up with when he has you laid out on his sheets.

—if he’s interested, geto won’t hesitate to broach the topic. he’ll ask you out for coffee and when you try to bring up research he’ll be upfront about his attraction. ultimately if you start dating the two of you are an absolute unit- not that you weren’t before.

—you’re the one variable he didn’t plan for but he’s glad to have added you to the equation.

nanami kento

MAJOR

—he was made for the business world, brought by a CEO who raised him to inherit the company. administration major marketing minor.

—takes initiative in all his classes and is often coined as group leader for projects. mostly keeps to himself and only speaks up when prompted or disagrees with something.

—he takes the earliest sessions possible because it means less people more often than not. doesn’t really care if its in the front, middle or back but always sits near the edge.

—doesn’t really want to but it looks good on his resume so he joins the marketing team where they present mock business plans for competitions. they win a lot. nanami honestly doesn’t care. but again it looks good.

—it only took him a brief summer internship to learn that he found nothing satisfying about board meetings and macro management.

—he decides to invest in law school to handle the company from a legal standpoint instead.

SOCIAL

— sort of like geto, only wants to make friends on a need be basis.

—he would rather keep to himself but knows the benefits of socializing so he interacts with his frequent classmates when he can- through study groups or car pooling to seminars.

—he does join a fraternity, its the same one his father did (and uncles, cousins, whatnot. its a generational thing). its geared towards bettering future leaders. they focus building resumes, charity events and run the organization like a proper business. nanami gets elected president by his third year and runs two terms.

—the only parties he attends are networking events- full of wine and fancy horderves. wine is plentiful but he’s always nursing a scotch on top of his headache. if one more person squeezes their stocks into a conversation he’s going to personally take down the whole market

—zero interest in college party life. spends some of his downtime at the campus theater watching old time movies and classic plays.

—he’s the coffee shop hoe. he wakes up early sometimes just to sit by the window and read some casual literature. has his own thermo that gives him free refills to cart to class. do not talk to this man before he’s had his caffeine.

RELATIONSHIP

—he probably has a high school sweetheart that he’s still clinging too, whether on the same campus or long distance. it helps him because he can’t really see himself pursuing a relationship while focusing on school.

—he’s been with you long enough that you understand his ambitions and won’t feel bested by them. the two of you have a system- starting the day off with sweet ‘good morning’ texts before class and ending the day with long conversations as you digest the last 12 hours.

—nanami is independent but he is thankful to have you to rely on when classes start to overwhelm him. the two of try to escape briefly for the weekend when you can. often going to near by reservations just to get off campus

—other times the two of you will cuddle close on your dorm bed, his long fingers combing through your hair while he reads over some notes for class.

—sometimes you have to be the one to tell him to take a break and to enjoy life while he can. even if that means dragging him the events and concerts hosted on campus. he resists at first but you can see the tension ebbing away as the night comes to a close.

—the two of you start living together in your senior year just because you can. he insists on buying a house. not only because he can afford it because it can be rented out after graduation. always the business man.

#gojo satoru #gojo x reader #geto suguru #geto x reader #nanami x reader #geto suguru x reader #Jujutsu Kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo blessings #gojo satoru x reader #geto blessings #nanami blessings

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always-anxious-skychild · 2 years

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I stole @skykid-kat's characters hahahaha

After I read their latest piece, my mind just went brrrr. And got out of control and became too long hahaha

TW: Bullying

The chibi postman, as brave as she could, step up to her bullies. Burnishing her firework stick, she angrily asked, “Where’s Pancake?! Where did you hide them?!”

“Who? That little rascal?” the leader said. “Where they belong, of course! Here in Wasteland!”

“It’s already corrupted by your darkness! Shame on you!” the ponytailed sky child declared.

“I did not!” Kat defended herself. “Light creatures cannot be corrupted! And I am not a dark child! I am a child of light like everyone else!”

“Your eyes says otherwise,” the pigtailed chibi commented.

Eyes. It was always her eyes. “So what if I’m born different? There are others who are look different. With fur, with feathers, with tails!”

The leader seemingly thought about it, “Hmmm, you do have a point. But…” They sneered at Kat. “No children of light should have eyes like that. Face it, you’re a dark sky child who will corrupt everyone and everything.”

“That is not true! You take that back!”

“Oh? Am I hearing this right? Dear stars, it seems it got it all confused,” a new voice piped in.

“Who’s there?!” Everyone searched for the owner of the voice but with wasteland’s low light, they could only see their silhouette from afar.

“If I remember correctly, Miss Kat here is a Wasteland born. True, Wasteland borns and Eden borns are alike, yes. They both have aversion of direct light, immunity to some corrupting elements, and certain characteristics that makes them stand out. But only Eden borns, a place of complete darkness, can be dark sky children while Wasteland borns are child of light, nonetheless.”

“Who are you?!” the leader asked. “Show yourself!”

“How can you be so sure about that?” the ponytail child tried to argue. “No one has meet a dark sky child before!”

“Well, it seems… you haven’t meet a child of darkness personality then.” The silhouette stepped closer them, revealing a sky child of tall height. However, their horns with stones of orange and red eyes shone brightly against the dark. “Should I introduce myself to you then?”

Everyone took a step back. Kat kept her guard higher than before, fireworks ready to blast anyone at moment’s notice. Her old friends are one thing. A stranger, a dark sky child they claimed, is another. It was a good idea to flee while they’re distracted, to find Pancake before it was too late, but her feet is frozen in place. All of them are, at the presence of this new arrival and their suffocating aura.

They bowed with respectfulness of a champion. “The name’s Horizon, an Eden born. So sorry for intruding your lovely conversation but… I won’t you slander anyone with more lies. And with such lies you say, tsk, you’re the shameful ones. Do you ever listen to your veterans’ lessons?”

“But-!”

“Hush you,” they silenced them with a single glare. “No matter. Whether they are dark or light children, you have no right to hurt anyone in anyway. It seems the mantas of the islands aren’t enough to teach you a lesson.”

“How did you know-”

“Word travel fast, you know. Now…” Their eyes shone with a familiar red gleam. “If I see you again bullying her or anyone… Well, let’s just say… You will regret it. Do I make myself clear?”

And with one last glare, the flock flee like panicked birds. Kat was about to do the same but she watched the stranger’s aura die down like a fading fire. From red to pale gray, the stone of their horns and eyes changed color, and the cold gaze suddenly become into something… softer. They let out a deep breath and began grumbling, “I really hate bullies. I wonder why such cruelness exists in these realms."

Kat flinched in fear when he glanced over her.

"Are you okay?” Upon noticing her fear, he panicking said. “Oh! I’m so sorry. Did I scare you? I didn’t really mean to. Silas did said I look scarier when angry so I'm really-"

Kat pulled their cape quite harshly to get their full attention. “No, you did great at being scary! I mean, for helping me. Thank you very much for that but for now, I need your help again. Pancake is missing!”

“Pancake?”

“My service animal. They took them away from me and… and they brought them here! They might be in danger!”

Horizon’s eyes twitched. “Tsk, they’re actually worst than I thought. Then let’s hurry. I doubt those cowards went as far as to the krill’s nest without endangering themselves so your pet must be near-

“Woo!”

Out of nowhere, a manta flew to Kat, almost tackling her in excitement. “Pancake!” She hugged the once missing manta. “You’re safe! Thank the stars, you’re safe. I’m so worried about you.”

“Wooo.”

“Oh, Pancake is… a manta.”

“Yes! They’re the best manta!” Kat looked at Horizon… who was ready to take off. “Wait, are you scared of mantas?”

“No…” Pancake calmly glanced at them but it was enough for them to fearfully cover their head. “I mean, yes! Let’s just say I could never harm light creatures like they say. It’s quite the opposite actually.”

“Don’t worry. Pancake won’t hurt you. They’re the sweetest one in the bunch. Isn’t the right, Pancake?”

“Wooo.”

Horizon sighed but their guard is still high up. “That’s… good to know.”

“I’m Kat by the way, your local postman! And this is Pancake!”

“I’m Horizon, but you already know that.”

“Yeah, from your scary speech.”

“I’m not that scary, am I?”

“Nope, you’re very scary! Are you really a child of darkness? An… Eden born, you say?”

They nodded. “Yes, they who represent the dark of the night sky. Or that what the vault elder said to me. That’s why I got so ruffled up by their lies. They kept saying the wrong information about the difference between wasteland borns, eden borns, and the corrupted. Oh, that reminds me: I was actually looking for you.”

“Really?”

“Yes. You see, a moth asked me a question about non-Isle borns like us. They asked to me what was the difference between sky children born in outside of the Isle? I do know that they have some unique traits but I wasn’t very sure about that. That’s why I’m trying to speak to every non-Isle borns so I can find the most accurate of answers.”

“Oh, so you want me to answer some questions?”

They nodded with some excitement.

“Well, as thank for helping me for finding Pancake, I’ll help you with your research. It’s only fair after you helped us.”

“Oh, no. Please don’t force yourself-”

“Nope, you’re stuck with us. Right, Pancake?”

“Wooo!”

“Really? Thank you very much!” They smiled brightly, unlike the sharp smile they used to her old friends. “Hey, you’re very brave, you know. Facing those bullies to save a friend.”

“No, I’m not.”

”Yes, you are. You were ready to sic them with a firework stick. You might have blast them off to kingdom come I bet. You might even blast me off if you got a chance.”

“You’re being scary! Of course I would.”

He sighed but chuckled. “I was that scary, huh? That aside, shall we leave this place and find a more suitable place to talk, Miss Kat?”

“Yes, lead the way! Let’s go, Pancake!”

The difference between Wasteland borns and Eden borns: Wasteland borns are still a child of light so light creatures can still fully connect to them.

Eden borns, however…

As much as I love to help, I will not join into another wind path clean up. Once was enough.

#sky children of the light #thatskygame #sky cotl #(anxy writes)#(oc: horizon)

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yoonjinkooked · 3 years

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Chemistry | JHS (6 (pt 1))

Part 6 - Just Do It

(pls ignore my old URL, i’m too lazy to change it now RIP)

DRABBLE SERIES, TONS OF SHORT LITTLE CHAPTERS.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Pairing: Hoseok / Reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: FWB, university AU, smut

Warnings: blonde Hobi (yes, that’s a dang warning), heaps of dirty talk, public groping, lots of sex discussion, them being responsible adults and getting tested before doing it, cursing, drinking. It ends on a bit of a cliff hanger cause this is just an intro of the smut fest that the next chapter will be Also, IMPORTANT: the ‘Spring Cleaning’ party that I am describing is fictional (that I know of at least) and I BEG OF YOU, please don’t mix your drinks. Just don’t. It won’t end well. Don’t mix drinks, don’t drink and drive, don’t drink what a random person gives you and never ever ever leave sight of your glass. Please. Drink responsibly and stay the f away from it if you are underaged. That also means you need to stay the f away from this story, too 💜

Word Count: 3k

Summary: After a few years of being immune to Jung Hoseok’s charms, you suddenly fall into them, head first. All it takes is one night, too much alcohol and a lot of balls.

A/N: Again, DRINK RESPONSIBLY! The smut fest part 2 is coming super fast (no pun intended). Unedited, so please forgive me, I needed to get this shit out to you and i just need more Hobi. these are drabbles after all lol

“I’m clean,” Hoseok informs you with the widest grin possible. “Got the results emailed this morning. 100% clean and ready.”

You don’t register his words at all - first of all, he had startled you, appearing directly in front of your path, probably seeing you from afar, making your way to the study hall where the first class of your day takes place. And on top of that, you are way too shocked with his appearance to even bother understanding the words he was telling you.

“You’re… you’re blonde,” you mumble as you stare at his hair, wondering if it’s your mind playing tricks on you. Sunlight makes hair lighter, doesn’t it? It doesn’t make it almost platinum, though. Looking him over, you realize that nothing else has changed - still the same height, still the same weight, still his signature casual but colorful clothing - but the blonde is there and it’s magnetic - it’s impossible to look at anything else before your eyes are glued to his new hairstyle again. It suits him so damn well. If someone had told you he’d look this good blonde, you wouldn’t have believed them.

“Oh, yeah,” he waves his hand off, laughing, as if it’s a completely irrelevant thing. Honestly, to him it might be, but not to you. “More importantly, I am clean,” he repeats his earlier words and this time around, you do get to properly register them, as well as the meaning behind them. Clean. Safe to have sex. No worries in that department. You should be overjoyed but not only are you still hypnotized by his sudden change of looks, you’re also refusing to focus on that particular information.

It’s weird - you did stuff, discussed even more, agreed on everything. You blushing at him informing you that it’s finally safe for him to fuck you and finish inside you is weird.

“You’re blonde,” is all you can say, and it earns you an eye roll from Hoseok.

“Oh come on Y/N,” he whines. “If you’re going to be like this just take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Hey!” you snap, smacking him on the shoulder in retaliation, which only makes him laugh. “Have mercy on me here, give me a moment to get used to this new look of yours. If I showed up with a completely different hair color, would you be able to focus on anything else?” you demand, absolutely positive that he’d be equally as lost as you are.

“If you telling me that you’re clean and we can finally fuck, yeah, I wouldn’t be focusing on hair, even if it had all the colors of the rainbow in it,” he answers honestly.

“Okay, okay, we get it, we’re on the same page - you’re stupidly hot, clean and want to fuck,” you laugh at him, although you would be a fool to deny that it’s getting to you - the way he is so upfront about liking you and being attracted to you is impossible to ignore - it makes you feel a lot more confident than you have felt in a long while.

“Oh Y/N, you know me so well,” he acts as if he’s genuinely touched and it’s this reaction that makes you melt and laugh. No matter the hair color, no matter how casual he references his intention to get his dick inside you, it’s Hoseok. And that’s all that matters. “Seriously though, we both have our results so whenever you’re ready, if you’re still up for it…” he doesn’t finish the sentence but the raise of his eyebrow says it all.

“I’m not missing out on that piece of ass if that’s what concerns you,” you joke, looking him up and down as you speak. It’ll never cease to amaze you how he can whisper the dirtiest things to you, or even say them casually out loud, but turn as red as a tomato when you do the same thing. “What are you doing tonight, do you have any plans?” you ask.

“Aren’t you going to Namjoon’s?” he frowns in confusion. “Spring Cleaning party season?” he reminds you and starts laughing immediately, probably at your look of realization mixed in with disgust. “Is this about Namjoon or about the Spring Cleaning party season?” he laughs.

What you guys refer to as spring cleaning is exactly what it sounds like - all the leftover alcohol that somehow managed to survive the past year is gathered in one place in the ‘bring-your-own-booze’ manner. It’s usually a mixture of hideous drinks and half empty bottles and once it’s all gathered, you make it even worse, combining it into borderline poisonous mixtures. Everyone attending and everyone drinking does so on their own responsibility, fully aware of how the night might end.

A year ago, it was still fun. Now, you know you’re too old for that shit.

“It’s about both,” you answer Hobi’s question in a whine. “I don’t wanna deal with wasted frat boys who’ll spend half the night throwing up and Namjoon is insufferable.”

“Namjoon is one of your best friends,” Hobi laughs.

“I know - that’s why I’m well aware of how insufferable he is,” you grunt in annoyance. “I know it’s tradition and all but can we skip all of that? Coochie in exchange for avoiding a party we’re too old for anyways?” you suggest.

“Wait,” Hoseok’s eyes widen and you can imagine a lightbulb turning on above his head. “You think Namjoon’s insufferable?”

“Incredibly so, yes.”

“And you want to make his life a living hell in retaliation?” he continues asking.

“Absolutely,” you reply in a heartbeat, despite loving Namjoon like he was your family. You adore him but you cannot stand him at times and ever since this little thing with Hoseok had started, he had not stopped teasing you. It’s time for him to suffer.

“Hear me out,” Hoseok moves closer to you, as if he is about to share a conspiracy theory that no one except you is allowed to know about. “How about we go to the party and stay there a bit - laugh at the idiots, dance to bad music - just a regular Thursday. And then, when the shitshow starts, and it will start, we go upstairs and seal the deal?”

“You want us to fuck in Namjoon’s house?” you start laughing.

“Is there anything that would annoy and traumatize him more than knowing two of his closest friends fucked in his house?” he points out.

“Yeah, if he walks in,” you burst out laughing. “Honestly, sold. Fuck it.”

“I plan to,” he wiggles his eyebrows at you in the most sleazy manner possible - jokingly, of course. He knows he has you hooked and he can play around with it. And you’ll love it.

“Ugh, stop doing that,” you laugh, smacking him on the shoulder again. “Don't try too hard, you already have me, blondie.”

“I look that good, huh?” he laughs, hitting the bullseye.

You don’t answer that question - you offer him nothing more than a smile and a shrug before you slowly walk past him and make your way to a class you’re probably already late for. He knows you enough to realize that to you, yes, he does look that good. And you cannot wait to find out what other things he can do to you, hoping that the movie is as promising as the trailer was.

Standing across the room, Hoseok keeps his eyes glued to you, the same way he did from the moment you entered the house. You aren’t hiding from it either - you make direct eye contact with him, smiling in a knowing manner as you listen to whatever it is that Taehyung was yapping on about. You tried to listen - you really did, at first. But the problem is that Hoseok’s very presence demands your attention - it’s something you can’t control. If he’s around, if he’s in the room and if you have this feeling of the two of you alone knowing something, knowing this secret about what’s going to happen tonight - no one else stands a chance, not even your friends.

“Are you seriously ogling Hoseok while I’m asking you for relationship advice?” Taehyung sounds exasperated and you feel guilty - even more so when you realize that the only reason he did manage to get your attention was because he had mentioned his name.

“Ugh, I’m so sorry Tae,” you don’t try to defend yourself, knowing you’re guilty as charged. “My mind is a mess, I’m a useless friend. I just… can’t focus on anything else,” you admit sheepishly, not really wanting to go into details. They know that something is happening and that’s it. You don’t want to share more, neither does Hoseok, nor do you think any of your friends is particularly thirsty for details. Except perhaps Jimin, but tough luck for him.

“Then go!” Tae urges you and for a moment, you think that he is angry at you - the urgency with which he said it makes you wonder if he’s pissed with you for not listening to him carefully - but when you look up at him, you see his signature smile. He’s not angry - he’s cheering you on. “Go and get your guy!”

You want to sigh, roll your eyes and remind him that Hoseok is not your guy - but in a weird, fucked up way that only you and him understand, he kind of is. It’s you he’s looking at - not any other girl, and there are plenty. It’s you he’s had his eyes on ever since he first saw you - it’s you he’s waiting for.

So you go for it - the same way you did the night it all started. Without thinking twice about it, you approach him, walking through a crowd of people to get to him - his eyes follow you every step of the way, standing straighter as you finally get to him, mere inches separating the two of you.

It’s electric. The feeling between the two of you, it’s purely electric, making you wonder if he’d burn to the touch if you were to reach out. In your mind, he always was the epitome of the Sun, so it wouldn’t be no surprise. You notice his smile despite not breaking eye contact - he smiles at you with them too, the signature wrinkles appearing on the edges.

“Well, don’t you look lovely tonight,” he tells you, giving you a quick once over. “Black has always suited you.”

“Now’s the time when I say something quirky yet charming like, ‘it matches my soul’,” you joke, laughing along with him. “Thank you - I had to dress in my finest, seeing as it’s a special occasion after all.”

“Is it?” he laughs. “I thought it was just a Spring Cleaning party.”

“Hoseok…” you shoot him a warning glare.

“I’m just messing with you,” he laughs, pointing out the obvious. “Can I… kiss you?”

This question takes you by surprise - you have decided to be public with whatever the hell this thing is - simply to avoid confusion, especially since you’ve agreed that you won’t be sleeping with other people while this deal of yours is standing. It’s a nice surprise, though - the fact that he still wants to ask, the fact that he is making sure that you are comfortable with it - whether it’s with the kiss itself or it being in public. It warms your heart to know that even though you had never planned any of this with him, he ended up being the right choice.

“Hobi, honestly, we’re past the point where you need to ask,” you admit, wanting him to know that you’re not going to back out and that you do feel comfortable.

He says nothing, instead deciding to kiss you immediately. It’s slow and gentle, lazy and languid, in a way that shows no rush or urgency. It’s obvious that he is enjoying it, and so are you, every move of his tongue against yours, every breath of yours that mingles with his. To the two of you, the rest of the room no longer exists - the sounds toned out, the people long forgotten. It’s almost as if it’s you and you alone - and the rest of the world doesn’t matter. You move your body closer to his, anchoring your hands around his neck as you press against his front - as you have found out, making out with Hoseok has plenty of merits, and one of the bigger ones is simply the feel of his body against yours.

His hands wander, slowly and likely aware of the audience around you - it’s highly unlikely that anyone spared you more than a glance, but despite what it feels like in your mind, you are definitely not alone. So when his fingers graze your ass, he doesn’t grab it firmly like you know he’d like to - he simply rests his hand there, with pressure that promises that there’s more in his mind than a simple touch. You know very well that if the two of you don’t slow down soon, he’ll pop a boner in the middle of Namjoon’s kitchen and even though you’re hardly keeping this a secret, that would likely be a bit too much for him to handle.

With your mind heading in that direction, you begrudgingly stop the kiss, but you don’t move too far away from him - your hands still around his neck and his hands still on your ass. For what seems like minutes, neither of you says a word, simply looking at each other, your eyes scanning the face of the other - the way his lips are wet and how he nervously licks at them, the way his cheeks also changed shades (and you know alcohol is not to blame for it) and the glint in his eye that likely mirrors yours, with both of you knowing what’s in the other one’s head. Tonight is the night, the night you will finally seal the deal.

And if all goes well, start something that will make you explore things and areas you dared not speak of, much less try them before. All of it, from the sweetest and most romantic to the nastiest, kinkiest shit imaginable - you want to do it all with him and it’ll start tonight.

“So...” You start, in what you hope is a sexy voice. “Are we going to go and piss Joon off by fucking in his house?” you ask, making sure that the sexy voice you’re trying to use is also low enough for no one else but him to hear. You take it a step further, pressing your lips to his ear, whispering. “I want to suck you off before I ride you until I can no longer hold myself up. Then, I want you to fuck into me with all that strength you have and fill me up, watch the cum drip out of me and then watch me finger it back inside my cunt.”

Pulling away just in time to see him swallow a lump, you move one of your hands from around his neck, down his chest and stomach, very slowly, before grazing it over his already noticeable growing dick - you don’t tease him more than that, knowing that even though you might not feel them, you likely do have eyes on you by now - you simple careers the area where his jeans are starting to stand out, a sign of his eagerness that completely mirrors the way your underwear is sticking to your core. Both of you are horny as all hell and if you don’t act on it soon, you’ll jump his bones right here, right now, on Joon’s kitchen sink.

“How ‘bout I use my fingers to push the cum back inside you and when it dribbles out again, I eat you out until you want to scream my name but you can’t, ‘cause you’re sucking on my fingers, licking every drip of cum left on them?” he suggests and you for a second, you think your knees are going to give out and you’ll fall flat. You don’t, likely because he still has his hands pressed to your backside.

“Oh, I’d want nothing more,” you shamelessly admit.

“Then we’re not doing it here,” he announces, laughing at the immediate sulky reaction it elicited from you. “Don’t be like that, it’s better if we go to my place,” he chuckles at you, gently squeezing your butt. “I want us to enjoy the night, go for as many rounds as our bodies can take and then do it again in the morning. We can’t have that here while some freshman is doing a keg stand and anyone can walk in on us at any second. We can piss Joon off later - but it’s the first time we’re gonna do it and damn it, I wanna do it right.”

“You wanna do it right?” your eyebrows rise.

“I could stand here all night and list all the things that I want to do to you, and you to me, and still remember more on the way home - and we’ve already discussed a bunch. I want to treat you good and give you the best fuck of your life - I promised as much and I want to deliver. We can fuck in Joon’s house any other day, honestly.”

“Do you want to… use something tonight?” you ask, pressing your hand against his crotch a little bit harder this time. “I have some toys back at my place but we won’t be alone there.”

“Nah,” he shakes his head immediately. “I have my cock, mouth and fingers - I don’t need much else to make you want to never do anyone else. We’ll have plenty of time for all the toys - and when I say all, I mean all. I’d go for anything with you.”

“If you keep talking like that, I’m just going to cum right here, right now,” you admit.

“While that would be a sight for sore eyes, I have other plans. Let’s go,” he takes you by the hand and away you go, making your way through the crowd, not caring if anyone notices how quickly you’re leaving or how you’re walking hand in hand.

You simply don’t give a shit, at all. All you care about is Hoseok right now - his dick, mouth and fingers and all the things he plans to do with them.

#hoseok smut #jhope smut #bts smut #hoseok fanfic #hoseok series #bts fanfic #bts series #thebtswritersclub #bangtanarmynet

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vorish-egos · 3 years

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Hot Sauce

Contains: Safe and Soft vore, G/T, slight foodplay

5 pages long

This wonderful fic was written by Mar from Vorish Egos server. All credit goes to them. Give them a lot of support and love. <3

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“Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier and, uh welcome to the stream! I can see more people have joined in the past...10 minutes, oh my lord.” He leaned forward almost, his attention shifting from his computer monitor to the camera positioned on his desktop and back with the monitor displaying that of a live stream chat. Weeks prior from this stream, Mark had sent out a tweet asking fans which game he should re-play, since he hadn’t yet had Cyberpunk and he didn’t wish to spoil any future video plans so soon. He planned to do a live stream, just for a couple of hours to give fans what they wanted while interacting with them and allowing them a live reaction of him replaying an older game. Both you and Mark had seen that many people recommended Cuphead, which was quite ironic of the circumstances of the stream, and after counting most of the tweets it was decided that Cuphead was the winner. Fans could tell from Mark continuously running his hands through his hair and drafting one of his bright colored shirts that he’d been screaming and sweating quite a bit. You almost couldn’t stop yourself from laughing when Mark stormed up from his chair and off to another end of the room, yelling and threatening to throw his own headphones. Seconds after he’d sat back down and apologized to anyone that might’ve been listening while laughing all giddy through his entire apology.

So where did you fit into this equation? How did you somehow wind yourself up in Markiplier's room during a stream?

Mark streamed a couple of days before the current stream and, being the supporter friend of him that you are, you decided you would send him tips or bits to help support the channel. Around the same time, he was holding a contest. He asked fans to send out dares that Mark should do through either tips or the chat and whichever one received more popularity would be decided for the current stream. Such as downing an entire bottle of hot sauce or dying his hair during the stream. Months before this, scientists released that shrinking tech had been perfected and released into the public and being sold as a small pill. For 24 hours, you’d been a few inches tall and immune to any kind of disease or danger to your body. Of course this kind of formula hadn’t been perfected and no one was quite sure if the tech itself would be stable enough to return a person’s height back to its normal state. But that wasn’t on your mind. You were almost positive fans would’ve been completely weirded out by your idea of a “dare” and simply ignored it entirely.

You dared Mark to shrink you down and “vore” you on stream. It took him a few minutes before he noticed the message going through the chat box in his stream, almost being spammed by other fans who suddenly agreed with this odd idea. He laughed, quirking a brow as he usually did when he thought something strange and deep down, he knew you were joking. Yet fate decided differently when the population of two states and a county said yes to the dare. It was almost shocking to you how many fans had closeted vore fetishes and wanted to see Mark swallow someone alive. CaptainSparklez did it. Sean hadn’t done it yet but he said if Mark did it anytime soon then he would take his chances. Mark almost wanted to let his fans down, tell him that even if the idea seemed almost absurd to him but as more tests of the pill went on day by day, the more possible it was for Mark to gain possession of the pill himself.

And here we were, you, his keyboard, and a bottle of hot sauce and salt laid against his desk as he glanced down at your little, 5 inch form. “Fuuuuck, I didn’t think everyone was excited about this one thing! I didn’t, I really didn’t. But I came prepared…” He lifted up the bottle of hot sauce and salt up to the camera, then he extended his hand out flat to desk for you to climb on. For the past 2 hours you were both attempting to get adjusted to Mark carrying someone small and you getting used to how nervous and unsteady his touch was at first. Now, as your bare feet gently pushed down against the palm of Mark’s hand he almost seemed to have stopped himself from flinching this time. His hand was steadier this time, the squishy skin of his palm accommodating to your little form. Making sure to be careful, almost concentrated, he lifted you up to the camera for everyone to see.

You waved towards the monitor, fashioning a smile before letting out a smile giggle as Mark used a finger to gently pop at your tummy. “This is my friend (Y/N) and as many of you know, they started this whole...stream dare thing that I’m doin’ and, as you can see, no they are not CGIed or 3D printed. This is very much a real, living, breathing person in the palm of my hand right now oh my fucking god.” Mark gently placed you back down, awkwardly giggling again as he spoke and leaned forward, looking off to the side to giggle to himself and take everything in. Meanwhile Mark’s chat was blinking to life with replies, fans on one end sending Mark support and fans on the other end weirded out yet wanting Mark to start already.

He noticed this, looking down as he let out a heavy sigh with a wide smile. “It’s been decided by the public that they want us to, uh, do this thing, you know? Are you ok? Are you sure about this?” You shrugged, unsure of yourself now that he was asking you before you explained to Mark that your heart was pounding but both from excitement and nervousness. He lifted his hand to you once more, this time reaching over and gently rubbing at your shoulder with his thumb to calm you down, which the action itself seemed odd but you made it known that you appreciated the sentiment anyway. “Alright guys, I guess let’s fucking do this!” He ran a hand through his hair once before taking a swig of water. He fingered with the bottle of hot sauce for a few seconds before he was ready, inviting you into the palm of his hand once more. You were in one hand, the bottle of hot sauce in the other one. “I really don’t know how people usually do this, but I think I’m supposed to taste you first and then make you more edible looking?” You shrugged, the both of you laughing awkwardly together but you more or so at Mark’s giggling.

Hesitantly, Mark brought his open hand to his lips, your world of view already filled with so much of Mark’s face that now the only thing you could see was his mouth and the pores surrounding his cheeks. He exchanged glances with the desktop monitor, as if looking back and forth between you and his before only the tip of his tongue poked out of pursed lips. He gently poked you in the face with it, sending you into a fit of tearful laugh as your feet dangled out of his hand. He looked away, giggling awkwardly once more as he looked at you with a look full of embarrassment and mock hurt. “W-What am I supposed to do?! How am I supposed to do this?!” You wiped your eyes, gesturing to your body and expressing to Mark that you wanted him to lick you, for real. You made the comparison to that of a popsicle. You asked if he was able to get a taste of you. “No” he’d said in response, as if not wanting to agree with you but clearly having no choice.

He brought you close to his face once again, leaning his face himself until he was almost leaning on top of you now. His lips encompassed your entire vision and you almost blushed red from the distance but you reminded yourself what you were doing. His lips parted, his tongue poking out a little more now from a mouth that was slightly ajar. You couldn’t catch a glimpse inside aside from his front rows of teeth you could see and the only thing that filled your vision at the moment was the wet, pink, almost wriggling muscle. It wasn’t at it’s full length, you knew this for sure and it seemed to be half your size already. Quickly but carefully, he gently slid his tongue from your chest up to your face, now covering it in more saliva. Instinctively, you had leaned away from the tongue and Mark had already finished pulling away as soon as you’d done this. He made a face, confirming that he was able to grab your taste now as he let the flavor dance around in his mouth. You questioned him about your taste, using your sleeve to wipe the wet substance from your face. “Kinda salty but really sweet. It’s so weird, it’s like...salty caramel almost. At least I know I won’t be needing this salt.” He giggled, moving the salt to another side of his desk and turning back towards you.

He licked you once again, both of you still quite hesitant but more accepting of the touch. Then, he proceeded to uncap the bottle of hot sauce and gently sprinkle you in it. He took another swig of water and grunted awkwardly, checking up on the stream chat before he proceeded. “You guys ready? I’m gonna do it now…” He waited a few seconds, watching as the chat blinked to life like a heart palpitation with the answer “Yes.” He nodded a few times, now seeming quite nervous himself before you gently pat the palm of his hand. He looked back down at you with such care in his eyes, displaying how worried he was over your well being before you smiled. He nodded and took a deep breath, raising you up slightly above his head as he was prepared to take you in legs first. “This is gonna be so fucking weird…” He commented. You laughed and nodded, situating yourself differently so that now you too were ready.

You watched as Mark’s lips parted, much wider this time than before as threads of saliva broke from the white pearls of his teeth. The angle that Mark was holding you above his mouth illuminated with the help of the ceiling nipple in the room, giving you a view of the dark, fleshy chasm sitting below you. Humid air wafted against your toes. The pink muscle pulsated under you, wriggling as if preparing to accept it’s next snack. Right in the back you could just make out the vibrating silhouette of the red chandelier, surrounded by dark, fleshy walls of pink and red. Squinting almost allowed you to catch a glimpse of the back of Mark’s throat, your vision beckoning you to travel to except that the back of Mark’s tongue blocked you from seeing the entrance of his throat. The salivating chasm soon came forward, his lips gently closing around your ankles and sealing them with the fleshy, pink mass. Here goes nothing. You squirmed a bit, laughing a tad bit as his tongue licked hesitantly at the bottom half of your legs. He licked and licked, the tongue exploring any exposed skin and cleaning away the hot sauce and also continuing to tickle at you before his lips parted once more.

The two of you sensed that he couldn’t taste your ankles for long and had to keep going with the process at hand. You could see your legs and toes, glistening with saliva as you began moving downward and more towards his mouth. He moved you closer until his lips closed around your hips, your legs sliding along the tongue as more of you entered his mouth. He licked at you and the hot sauce, somehow being able to find your taste that the muscle was searching for even through your clothes. He occasionally looked from you to the stream chat and back until he only kept eye contact with you, making sure that you were ok through the entire process. He wasn’t used to having something in his mouth without chewing it but you were both trying something new. He held you there for a second like that, swallowing down any excess saliva before proceeding. The tongue shifted under your legs, lifting them up and giving you a sense of close you were to the back of his mouth. You guessed that you must’ve been three feet, at your height, from going toe to toe with the pink chandelier in the back of Mark’s mouth. You started taking into account how big you probably were, the wriggling muscle under you practically a small blanket.

More of your body was brought into his mouth, his tongue extending out and helping to take more of its prey inside as Mark hummed almost happily and his lips closed around your upper abdomen. He seemed to be enjoying your taste more than he’d let on before and his mouth seemed to be producing more saliva at a surprising rate as he swallowed every few seconds. He almost seemed to be sucking at your body, clearing the hot sauce off and grabbing at your taste the best he could. If you wiggled your toes, you could feel something fleshy and circular almost tap them in response. When he’d grunt at this in response, you didn’t have to second guess that your toes were face to face with his uvula. He’d have to...start swallowing you by now. He seemed distracted, almost absorbed by the taste consuming his tongue entirely but he looked at you and knew what you were thinking.

He nodded, gently tapping you with a finger and you tapped him back to signal that you were ready. He swallowed once more, though this time he made sure to take extra care in bringing your feet along the trip with the excess saliva and hot sauce. You could feel it, your legs squeezed up against the roof of his mouth and his tongue pushing your feet against the uvula this time until something below clamped around your ankles and pulled at them. His throat. Glk. He swallowed once again and he opened his mouth once more, the tongue stretching out and slipping under you as both worked together to lift you into his mouth. Soon, only your hands stuck out past his lips as you watched your thighs be sucked up by Mark’s throat. You barely had time to gather your surroundings a little more as Mark’s head turned and faced the camera. He gave the audience a glimpse of his little snack before closed and left you in humid, wet darkness.

More comfortably now his tongue licked and prodded at your body, cleaning away at the remaining hot sauce and sucking your taste onto his taste buds. Glrk. The tongue lifted you up and your hands were now sucked into his mouth, teeth clamping shut and now completely locking you inside of his mouth. Mark grunted, cocking his head back slightly as he placed a finger against his throat. You wriggled slightly, attempting to get more comfortable as your body was dragged down towards Mark’s epiglottis, now less of you within the confines of his mouth and the rest of you travelling down towards his..stomach. His stomach, your final destination. You gently rubbed and pat at the tongue, using the chance you had now to feel at it best you could. Not only were you teasing Mark but the muscle felt so strange and alive under you that it seemed like another living organism entirely. Gluck. You felt Mark exhale against you, understanding that this was it as he took one large, hard swallow.

Your body was sucked into Mark’s throat, the back of your brushing against his uvula as he tried his best not to vomit with how large you were and with how horrible his gag reflex was. The good thing was that with the way he positioned his head, gravity assisted him alongside the amount of saliva the hot sauce helped his mouth produce. You almost saw it impossible that your eyes were open the entire time, seeing the last moment silhouettes of the tongue and those rows of teeth behind sealed lips even with a saliva drenched face. You sank, your body being pulled into Mark’s and making the tight, slick journey down his gullet. Mark kept that finger against the bulge you made against his Adams apple until the little bulge and he gulped against, exhaling heavily.

You could hear it, the wet slickness of his muscles working on hugging your body down to it’s final destination. The gurgling and groaning from the stomach that anxiously awaited it’s large, new snack. The rhythmic, almost melodic beating of Mark’s heart as you passed it on the trip. Then a sphincter opened up below your feet and your body was deposited into a fleshy, warmer chamber as you slipped into his stomach. On the outside Mark felt this, gulping to help ease you down his throat the entire way as he hadn’t usually swallowed something as large as you nor had he really prepared himself outside of a banana. He sat back in his desktop chair, placing a hand against his stomach once he felt you slide inside. The stomach walls immediately pressed themselves against your body, the space hugging you even though it wasn’t too cramped. You squirmed, Mark letting out a surprised giggle as you situated yourself into a more comfortable position within the dark space.

Mark placed a hand against your little form, feeling every inch of you wriggling and squirming inside of you. He smiled wide, eyes squinting as he stood up slightly from his chair and attempted to take in the feeling. He laughed, looking towards the stream chat in awe. “Wooooooah, this is so fucking weeeeird.” His voice verberated and echoed through the darkness like a loud speaker and you chuckled, touching and feeling at the walls around you. “Duuude, can you hear me in there?” You responded by gently tapping one of his stomach walls, then lightly pushing since you doubted he would’ve been able to feel you in there. He giggled once more, rubbing back in response. You asked him if he could hear you. “It’s so weird, I can hear you but you’re so muuuffled. Guys this is so weird, I have to step away for a bit I’m so sorry…” Mark put a hand up to his mouth and let out a small belch, loud enough for the viewers to hear. He laughed, embarrassed but too engrossed in the feeling of a living person inside his belly to care.

Mark had now left the desktop and off into another room, settling down somewhere comfortably with a hand still on your tiny form. You sat there with him for a while, Mark beginning to rub at his stomach and rub at your little form. The two of you shared your experiences of being eaten alive by Mark and you each laughed it off, now forgetting how nervous and embarrassed you were. Soon, Mark had returned to the stream after a few minutes and apologized to his fans for the inconvenience. He continued Cuphead, his gameplay much calmer this time during the stream as he would occasionally look down at you, calmly sleeping and enjoying the confines of Mark’s stomach as much as he was. Maybe this experience wasn’t so bad.

#markipliervore #markiplier/vore #g/t vore #safe v.ore #soft v.ore

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poetic-emptiness-fanfic · 3 years

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Something There

The name of this fic is from a song Something There from Beauty and the Beast.

Characters: Hande Kuura, Reidunn & Lydik - Reidunn and Lydik belong to @vikinglumberjack

The first meeting of Hande and Lydik!

No content warnings.

Words: ~4 000

Hande enjoys spring: it's that time of year when nature comes back to life after months of slumber. A smile creeps across her face while she's walking towards the marketplace, not only because of the warmth or budding flowers and leaves, but because today she will meet her best friend after a long time. Reidunn has returned from her months-long journey to Longyearbyen, so of course they had to arrange a meeting.

It doesn't take long for Hande to spot the redhead from the crowd. She starts to wave at her friend whose face turns to meet Hande's eyes. They both smile to each other and Hande takes the huldra into a warm hug.

”Dunna, welcome back! I've missed you! How was your journey? Any news from your family?”

”Takkâ, Hande! I've missed you, too! It was fine, sometimes the weather was a little stormy on my way back home, but I was happy to see my family again. They're all fine, thank you for asking! They sent their love to you – they had hoped you would come with me again.”

”I'm glad you didn't experience anything too harsh on your way home! I would've loved to come with you, but you know how it is: Nadia needs me with this mental health clinic project,” Hande chuckles before she continues, ”That's what you get when you say an idea out loud and the Countess actually ends up liking it.”

Reidunn pats her friend on the shoulder, reassuring Hande it was great, that Vesuvia is going to have an important institution thanks to her. The magician quickly brushes it off, changing the subject to Longyearbyen. The huldra decides to indulge Hande this time, and tells about all the things she's done during her stay at her childhood home. They keep sauntering the marketplace until they stop at Selasi's bakery to grab some pumpkin bread. They're sitting on a table, enjoying the warm weather and each other's company.

”So, Dunna, it seems that you haven't just come back to Vesuvia. What have you been up to, or have you just rested after the journey?”

”I've tried to rest, yes, but I also had to make some arrangements. I need to make some space to my new roommate.”

”Oh, you have a roommate now? That's so nice! How did you end up with this situation?”

”He's a friend of mine. I haven't seen him a while, but when I was at Longyearbyen, he approached me and asked if he could come with me to Vesuvia.”

”How neat! What's his name? Is he a Fosna?”

”His name is Lydik. No, he is not a Fosna. He's a fae – a Nøkken, actually.”

Hande's eyes widen and her posture becomes stiff. Reidunn has a Nøkken as a friend? One of those scary, human-eating water creatures? For all of her life, Hande has been warned about them, how they lure their victims to the water to drown them. She also knows some people in Hjalle who have lost their loved one to a Nøkken. And now there's one living in Vesuvia...

Lost in her thoughts, Hande whispers, ”Näkki maalle, minä veteen...¹”

”What is it, Hande?”

Hande turns her gaze to Reidunn, still a little absentminded, ”Oh, it's a Forestian spell, to banish a Nøkken from water if you're going to swim.You need to throw a stone into the water while saying those words and then a creature needs to go to the shore and can't go back unless you let it return with another spell. I... Why do you have a Nøkken as a friend? They're monsters, they've only caused harm in Hjalle – I've heard too many stories of disappeared people whose steps lead to water and not back. People didn't even find their bodies to bury...”

”Oh, I'm so sorry to startle you, Hande! I forgot how that could be upsetting for you. But it isn't what you think, Lydik isn't like that! Actually, he saved my, Guivi's and Bilzi's lives when we got lost as children.”

”Oh?” Hande looks surprised, but also intrigued, ”I didn't know that could be possible. How did it happen, may I ask?”

Reidunn starts to tell about her adventure with her siblings and how Lydik had taken them under his wing. How he had showed kindness to the children by entertaining and protecting them during the night. The huldra can see her friend relaxing a little, although the magician still looks astonished.

”Wow, that really is something else,” she says, ”I've never heard of a Nøkken who has saved human lives instead of taking them. Sorry, Dunna, it seems like I judged too harshly.”

Reidunn reaches for Hande's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, ”It's okay, Hande. I should have warned you first.” The huldra seems to think for a moment and then smiles to her friend, ”If you want, we can go to my place. Lydik's there so... I've told him about you and I think it would be nice for you to meet.”

”You have?” Hande sounds surprised. She gives a little smirk for Reidunn and adds, ”I hope you've told only good things, and haven't frightened him by telling that I'm a Nøkken discriminator.”

The huldra bursts into laughter at Hande's latest remark. Reidunn is also relieved – she doesn't want to upset Hande, and it could be troublesome for Lydik if her best friend would decide to dislike Lydik without actually getting to know him. The duo raise from their seats and head to Reidunn's home.

***

Reidunn lets Hande enter first to her herbalist shop-apartment. The magician is greeted by music – fiddle music, to be exact. Hande stops in her tracks, starting to listen the sound that comes from upstairs. A melody is swaying and gentle, and has lots of short glissandos in it. The magician can hear a tuning of an instrument differs from her own violin: it sounds warmer, raspier and more ”homemade”. A shy smile rises on her face and she closes her eyes, taking in the whole experience.

Hande's friend can hear the music, too, which fills her mind with worry. Oh no, it's Thursday! Reidunn approaches the magician quickly, fearing she'll be traumatised after this incident. Before she's reached Hande she becomes a little baffled: Hande isn't walking towards upstairs. The huldra slows down and circles to meet the face of her friend. The magician's eyes are still closed, taking in the pleasant melody. Reidunn can see how Hande picks out the tune with her fingers against her thumb, like it's the fingerboard of her violin. Reidunn relaxes immediately. Phew, Hande isn't in trance. The huldra decides to wait for the song to end before she'll speak, for she doesn't want to startle her friend.

When the song ends, Hande opens her eyes and smiles at Reidunn, ”That was beautiful. How did you do it?”

Reidunn thinks for a moment before she opens her mouth, ”It was... Hande, don't freak out, but it was Lydik.”

Realization hits Hande and she feels dumbfounded. It the Nøkken is playing the fiddle, then why...

”Why am I not in trance?” Hande places her hand on her forehead, as if to feel if she has fever. The magician had no idea about this ability of hers. Reidunn seems as much surprised as her but then answers, ”I am not sure what may be the reason of this, but it seems like you're immune to Nøkkens' music.”

The magician, still a little confused, ponders out loud, ”I guess quite a few can do that – maybe it's related to families that have had magicians in their bloodline? There's nothing special about me in addition to that...”

Reidunn looks at her friend, giving her a wistful smile, ”That is a rare ability, I've never heard of anyone who is able to resist Nøkkens' playing. Not any human, at least.”

Hande isn't sure what to say – this ability of hers has taken her completely off-guard. The magician decides she doesn't have the time to muse about it too much – she will have time to think about it and ask from her family later. Now she can see the humorous side of this incident and chuckles to Reidunn, ”That kind of hospitality, eh? Trying to trick unsuspecting guests with his beautiful playing! How rude.”

The huldra looks a little confused, not sure whether her friend is joking or not. Her tail swishes nervously before she answers, ”No, Hande, it isn't a trick. I just brought a friend home. I'm sorry, it's Thursday and for some reason Lydik plays instinctively on Thursdays, and I didn't realise to warn you.”

Hande approaches her friend, hugging her lightly, ”It's okay, Dunna. I was only joking. How could you know he's playing right now? Besides, this was spontaneous visit, so Lydik doesn't know I'm here, either.”

Reidunn relaxes, her tail calming down as well. The huldra can't help but admire Hande's abilty to see humorous side of situations even soon after she has been nervous or baffled because of them. ”Would you like to meet him?” Reidunn asks with a warm smile on her face.

Hande answers her friend's smile with a smirk, ”Weeell, maybe this once. And if something goes wrong, I can always incant him inside of a water orb!”

Reidunn lets out a giggle and leads Hande to upstairs. Lydik is still playing his fiddle, apparently unaware of the company he's going to get. Hande is still a little nervous, but her curiosity is taking over – it's not every day you get an opportunity to meet a fae, after all. She waits behind Reidunn when the huldra knocks on a door that apparently leads to Lydik's room. The fiddle playing ceases and Hande hears a low grunt behind the door. Reidunn turns to Hande, ”For your information: Lydik can't speak, but I can interpret his communication to you. He understands what we are saying.” Hande nods after which Reidunn opens the door.

Lydik has put his fiddle away and turned to see the comers. Whatever Hande has expected to see, it wasn't this: a thin creature almost twice of her height with green skin, only loose pants covering his body. The Nøkken has yellow-green, wavy hair with twigs poking out of it, straight nose, elf-like ears and green, glowing eyes that reminds Hande of alligators.

A yelp, ”Ei perkele, hän on pitkä!²” escapes from the magician's mouth while she instinctively takes a step back towards the door. Her back hits the door and her brain catches up with her reactions. Don't be stupid, startling because of his height! There's nothing he could drown me with, and besides, why would he try to kill me, Reidunn's friend.

Hande's body is filled with embarrassment. ”I... I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to... I... I just got a little startled of how tall you are. I don't know why, but I get this stupid inferiority complex every time I am near someone who's much taller than me...” she stutters, trying to meet the Nøkken's eyes despite of their huge height difference.

Reidunn observes the situation a little worried: she can notice how Lydik has tensed a little, probably willing to hide, and now also Hande is nervous and starting a tangent in order to hide it.

”It's not because of you, it's completely on me... I've never met a Nøkken before and half of my family has always warned me about your kind... Reidunn told me how you helped her when she was a child, I really don't have anything against you, I'm so, so sorry...” Hande continues her rambling, unable to stop the flood of words. Her mind races, like she's on the back of a kelpie, unable to get off while the creature gallops towards the water. Great, now I'm thinking of horses...The last thing I need to do now... The magician starts to wringle her hands and she wants to do is to flee the scene, but she feels like her feet are glued on the floor.

Lydik is watching this new acquaintance in confusion. He isn't sure what he's supposed to do. He can sense the woman is nervous, even a little scared, but isn't sure if it's because of him, or like she claims, because of her. He glances at Reidunn pleadingly and the huldra goes to comfort the woman, who still hasn't stopped her nervous talking.

”Hande, it's okay. Just breathe,” Reidunn says calmly while rubbing her friend's back. Her best friend's voice helps Hande calm down – she feels safe, accepted. Reidunn has always had this skill of making Hande feel comfortable, since the beginning of their friendship. She is Hande's pillar of strength, always there for her, like Hande is for Reidunn. Little by little tha magician's breathing stabilizes and she's able to collect her thoughts. It doesn't make her feel any better about her messing up, but at least she's stopped rambling.

”Well, that was awkard... I'm so sorry, I don't know why I get this nervous in new situations... It seems like I'm socially rustier than I used to be,” Hande raises her gaze to meet Lydik's eyes once again, ”Please, let me try again: My name is Hande Kuura and I'm delighted to meet you.” Hande places her right hand above her heart and bows at the Nøkken in order to greet him.

Lydik is still a little confused, but his body relaxes. He glances at Reidunn who is still by Hande's side. The huldra gives him a nod – it's okay now, even Lydik himself can sense the woman next to Reidunn has calmed down. He cocks his head, but then he gives Hande a small smile while mimicking the magician's gesture. After his greeting he pews at Hande.

The magician looks questioningly at Reidunn, not sure what that sound means. ”I think Lydik is trying to say he's also delighted to meet you. Pew is a friendly sound,” Reidunn interprets.

Hande answers to Lydik's smile. ”I heard you playing, it was beautiful,” Hande says sincerely after a moment of silence. The Nøkken's smile turns into a friendly grin, revealing his sharp teeth. The magician doesn't get startled by that, ironically enough.

”You look different than I imagined,” Hande states looking pensive.

Lydik cocks his head again. This time Hande realises he's asking a question. She thinks for a moment, but then decides she can say her thought out loud, ”Well, to be honest, I expected to meet a huge pile of alga with scary eyes,” she gestures to his direction with her hand, giving the Nøkken a bashful grin, ”This... It is a positive surprise. My expectation would have been way too creepy for me to handle.”

Lydik looks at Hande for a moment, but then he starts to chuff. This yellow-haired woman is funny indeed. His chuffing increases which creates a confused look on Hande's face. The Nøkken notices that and approaches a shelf nearby. He starts to tap some kind of rhythm onto it with his finger. Reidunn follows him carefully while Hande's confusion seems to increase.

When Lydik stops, Reidunn nods and turns to face her friend, ”Lydik used Morse code. He said that he would've thought that sharp teeth would be more creepy than some algae with eyes. He found your remark funny, by the way: that chuffing noise means he's laughing.”

Hande chuckles, surprised by the fact Lydik is laughing at her sayings. ”Morse code, you say?” the magician asks creefully, ”I need to learn that, so I can understand what you're saying.”

A realisation hits Lydik who starts to look confused once more. Still by the shelf, he starts tapping, looking at Reidunn questioningly.

”Oh yes,” Reidunn exclaims, ”Lydik asked how you're fine although he played, Hande,” the huldra turns towards Lydik before she continues, ”Well, it seems like that Hande is immune to Nøkken music. It didn't affect her at all, and Hande didn't even realise at first it was you who was playing.”

Hande nods in affirmative, ”I don't know how, but it seems like Reidunn is right about my immunity”. Lydiks turns to meet Hande's eyes. He looks like he's impressed. Once again the Nøkken taps and Reidunn interprets, ”He says: Woah, I've never met someone who could do that.”

Hande lowers her gaze to the ground, feeling embarrassed for the attention she's getting. In the hopes that Reidunn will indulge her, she tries to slightly change the direction of the discussion. ”Well, your playing did affect me, though. Like I mentioned before, it was very beautiful. I just wanted to stay and listen for a while. I play a violin myself, so it's nice to meet someone who can also do that,” she says wholeheartedly with a friendly smile on her face.

Lydik's impression brightens and he gives Hande a wide smile with some cheerful pews. He places his hands in front of him and then he draws his hands to the opposite directions in the air: his left hand upwards and right hand downwards. The Nøkken's fiddle and bow appear in his hands from thin air.

Hande smiles at Lydik looking impressed, ”That's a neat trick! I have to settle for a case and then glare at anyone who almost kicks it.”

Lydik chuffs and then gestures to his instrument, asking if Hande wants him to play again. The magician's smile softens when she replies, ”Please.”

Lydik lifts his fiddle onto his shoulder. He doesn't need to think for long what he wants to play. The song is faster than the previous one, something one would dance to. Most of the time Lydik concentrates on playing, but from time to time he glances towards the women in his room. Reidunn is swaying with the music and Hande taps the rhythm with her foot. The Nøkken notices Hande's face is lit up with a pure delight, not an empty smile what those people in trance would have. He finds it fascinating, intriguing even, and he wants to play even better because of that. Lydik really likes seeing that look on Hande's face.

After the song ends Hande starts applauding, Reidunn following suit. Lydik is confused, because he isn't sure why the women are clapping, but judging by the smiles on their faces, it is something positive. He smiles a little sheepishly and makes his instrument disappear once again.

Hande notices Lydik's confused expression and hurries to explain, ”Oh sorry, I'm so used to doing this I didn't realise it might be new to you. People start to applaud to a person if they've enjoyed their performance, usually something related to music, but it can be dancing, a speech or something like that. You really are playing well, thank you for this performance.”

Pleased with himself, Lydik grins widely to Hande. A chuckle escapes Hande's mouth, but it's a kindhearted one, so neither Lydik or Reidunn thinks anything of it. The magician seems to think for a moment, before she opens her mouth again, ”Lydik, have you made your fiddle yourself?”

The Nøkken nods in affirmative and Hande's face lits up again, ”That's wonderful! Unfortunately I can't make violins, but my uncle Paavo – he's the brother of my mother – has made mine. From what wood are your fiddle made of?”

The room is filled with Hande's questions, Lydik's tapping and Reidunn's interpreting. The atmosphere is completely relaxed which fills Reidunn with relief – she has been a little nervous when she noticed that her friends were uncomfortable, but now that they have warmed to each other, both of them are able to show their best sides which the huldra enjoys to watch. Lydik's expression grows brighter and brighter, now that he's able to talk about one of his passions with someone who actually understands the details.

After Hande has learned that Lydik has used Nøkken magic to make his fiddle waterproof she starts to wonder about differences between Nøkken and humans in general. The magician keeps eyeing Lydik curiously, trying to determine what kind of skin does the Nøkken have. Only if she could touch it... No, it's not appropriate to touch others! But what if I ask permission first? No! Hande tries her best to listen Reidunn, but she's buzzing with curiosity and it gets harder and harder to contain herself. She must know.

Before Hande can decide whether to open her mouth or keep silent, Lydik's eyes lock on hers. Ugh, he must've sensed I was ogling... She gives him a bashful smile which the Nøkken answers. Feeling a little more courageous, the magician blurts, ”Can I touch you?”

Reidunn turns to watch Hande, looking extremely surprised. Lydik's smile turns into an expression of confusion once more which causes Hande to wince. ”Ugh, sorry... That came out wrong... I meant to ask, if I can touch your skin, to try how it feels like? It seems like the texture of your skin is different from human skin... Of course you don't need to let me if you don't want to, my curiosity just took the best of me...”

Before Hande can start another ramble, Lydik holds out his arm to her, smiling encouragingly to her. Hande holds her tongue and glances at his arm, a little hesitant. ”Are you sure?” the magician asks to which Lydik only nods. Slowly Hande reaches out her right hand towards Lydik's arm. She lightly strokes his hardel with her forefinger a few times. ”I didn't expect it to be this soft,” she states absentmindedly, ”It feels like a skin of a lizard... Interesting...”

Sensing Lydik's pretty intense gaze on her, Hande becomes extremely self-conscious and lets go of Lydik's arm. The magician clears her throat and thanks Lydik for letting her inspect his skin. Then she looks like she just rememberd something and exclaims, ”How rude of me! I kept touching you like a test subject, but didn't offer the same for you. If you want, you can touch my arm.” While saying the last sentence, Hande holds her arm to Lydik in turn.

Lydik isn't quite sure what Hande meant with ”test subject”, but he touches Hande's arm, mimicking her previous movements. The magician's skin feels smooth under his fingers and only soft arm hair offers some texture to it. Lydik notices how the hair on Hande's arm rises up and her muscles tense up a little, so he stops stroking, cocking his head once again.

”Oh, it's okay. I just am not used to new acquaintances touching me,” Hande says bashfully, ”To be honest, usually I don't like being touched at all, if the person is not a close friend of mine or a family member. I was ready to make an exception because of my intrusiveness.”

Lydik is still watching Hande, feeling a little puzzled about how to response to her latest remark. He didn't feel the woman had been intrusive, she has asked permission. This has been the first time someone has asked permission to touch him before doing that, except for Reidunn. Hande has been nervous, yes, but she's also been kind and friendly to him, even though she has learned to fear his kind, if rightfully so.

Lydiks smiles at Hande and gives a clumsy pat on her shoulder with some pews. Reidunn swallows up a giggle and states, ”I think Lydik tries to say he likes you, Hande.”

Hande answers Lydik's smile. ”Thank you, Lydik,” she says sincerely, but after that her smile turns into a mischievious grin, ”I think you're okay... for a Nøkken.”

Everyone stays silent for a moment, but then Lydik starts chuffing which causes Reidunn and Hande to burst into laughter, as well. The atmosphere is full of warmth, and it looks like a magician and a Nøkken have found a friend from each other.

TRANSLATIONS:

¹ ”A Nøkken onto the ground, I into the water...”

² ”Holy shit, he's tall!”

#The Arcana #Arcana oc #Lydik #fan apprentice #Reidunn the Apprentice #Hande the Apprentice #fanfic #my writing #my work

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artxyra · 4 years

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If your ever bored, (I'm sending 2 requests because they were too long) can you do one of my requests? The class goes to Gotham for whatever reason. Marinette and Lila have an argument when Two-face comes in. Mari is tired of Lila and grabs him to be her lawyer, the bats as judges, and some random people on the street as the rest of the 9 judges. Can have a ship but isn't necessary.

@i-is-mysterious, so I did this instead of doing my Japanese homework.

“Well, some of you wouldn’t believe this but somehow, a French exchange student managed to capture the attention and the hearts of many Gothammites today.” The News reporter states at the desk. In an OTS next to her, there is an image of what looks to be Marinette Dupain-Cheng sitting in what looks to be in a courtroom setting and next to his Harvey Dent, better known as Two-Face. “Let’s just say stay tone as I tell you about this extraordinary tall tale.”

Marinette Dupain-Cheng could not take Lila’s bullshit anymore. At first, it was fun and dandy, humoring the poor Italian native as she goes on with her day-to-day life, but for some reason, today was not the day to tolerate the liar.

“Will you shut the heck up!” Marinette screeches to the horrid hairstyle that is on top of Lila Rossi’s head.

Lila stares at Marinette, tears swelling her eyes as if on-demand rather than genuine. “How could you say something like that to me, Marinette. I’m only trying to explain to our friends that I know Batman personally and have helped him saved Gotham a few times in the past.”

The class looks between the two teens as if waiting for something huge to happen. Well, that didn’t take long…

“No, you’re making this a bigger mess than it needs to be. The only people Batman work with are the Justice League and whoever the hell is the current and former Robins. What you’re declaring to our class is nothing but a load of shit.” Marinette seethes gesturing to the class and the number of confused pedestrians.

Well it is at this moment when Nino decides that listening to this problem was only going to lead to a larger mess and turns up the music playing from his phone into earphones.

“Well it’s true, it not my fault that your jealous, Marinette. I can’t believe you think that I am lying about stuff like that.” Lila places a hand over her chest and tries to look for sympathy.

“Yeah, right, and I’m Ladybug.” Marinette sarcastically retorts.

Just then the doors blast opens. Goons of all heights swarm into the room, with guns blazing. Everyone not apart of the shutting gets down onto the floor. Lila begins to squirm saying all sorts of nonsense about the Bat-family and how they will save her. Marinette rolls her head and examines the room.

The goons, now forcing those into a concern talking into an earpiece, all of it was something that Marinette could understand nor hear. She sees that Nino’s was fumbling with his phone as Alya tries to take it away to film this drastic situation. Only for the earphones to unconnected from the phone. Loud music burst out from the speakers. It’s Teeth by 5 Seconds to Summer.

Marinette, feeling the beat, gets up. The goons turn to her aiming their guns at her. They yell at her to get down on the floor, sending a warming shoot, it misses. Her classmates call for her to get back down, but Marinette was already dancing to the music.

“Fight so dirty, but your love’s so sweet.” She winks at the goons before sending one to the ground by a kick in the stomach. The gun goes off, sending bullets into the ceiling. She shrugs her shoulders, before twirling to the next goon. Three bullets fly past her, not even one hitting her but the wall behind her.

“Late night devil, put your hands on me.” Marinette sings another line of words. More goons’ advances on her.

Nino seeing what she was doing grabs his phone back and turns the volume up. Marinette’s feet tap to the beat as she song continues so does the speed of her defensive attacks.

Another goon down.

Marinette dives low before swinging her feet into another goon’s legs.

“Blood on my shirt, rose in my hand. You’re looking at me like you don’t know who I am.” The song rears closer to the end, when everything suddenly stops.

There standing at the large opening of the newly made entrances stands Two-Face with his hand on a cigarette. He puffs out the smoke.

“You girl.” He calls out.

The music comes to an abrupt stop. Marinette’s body staggers with the sudden loss of rhythm. She turns around and points to herself. Narrowing her eyes, she purses her lips, before a smirk sneaks its way onto her face.

She stalks towards him before roughly grabbing his wrist.

“You’re a lawyer, right?” She asks motioning for her classmates to get up.

Two-Face is taken back, he stares at the teen girl before him. “What of it?”

“I have a problem that doesn’t want to go away and seeing as we’re in a courthouse…” Marinette’s eyes twinkle with mischief.

“Two-Face, let the students go…” There you have it, people, the Batman himself and the rest of the family have arrived. Just a little later than normal.

What happened next, no one knows how a small teen from France manages to get everyone inside a courtroom with Batman as the judge and the rest of Bat-family being the jurors. Lila stands shitless with Mlle. Bustier as her supposes lawyer.

“Order in the court. This evening we will be going off the case of the plaintiff Marinette Dupain-Cheng and the defendant Lila Rossi. Today’s trial is about slander and defamation. Overseeing this case is Judge Batman.” Nightwing states to the court.

Hush whispers echoes within the room as the views watch in anticipation.

“Your honor, my student is not at fault with any of these charges.” Caline Bustier says, pleadingly.

Batman’s response to that was a grunt, nothing more, nothing less.

“As you can see, B-man, my client has documentary proof that the defendant Ms. Rossi has claimed to in contact with various amounts of celebrities and superheroes, you included on that list.” Two-Face states pulling out a large file that magically appeared from nowhere. Let’s not talk about where.

Two-Face hands the Judge the file. Batman looks over the file. He sees names that he too is personally familiar with such as Jagged Stone and his own sons’ names.

“Objection, your honor, my student as a lying condition. She doesn’t know what she’s saying.” Caline cries out as Lila grips the edge of her seat.

“Your honor, I would like to call Lila Rossi to the stand.”

“Objection.”

“Overruled.”

Lila takes her place on the stand. She could have sworn that Nightwing was smirking at her as she lied her way through the bat-a-rang. Yes, a bat-a-rang was used instead of a bible, where’s in Gotham here people. That and this is no regular court appearance.

“Lila Rossi, was it? Don’t answer that, you claim that Marinette has been bullying you since your return to school.”

“Well yeah, Marinette threatens me in the bathroom, she even slapped me in the face. Then it started to go all downhill from there.”

“I don’t believe you, seeing as there are no health records stating that you had any physical injuries to your being. My client, on the other hand, has multiple claims about being injured on school property. Why is that?”

Two-Face then hands Nightwing a different file containing evidence regarding medical information. Once again don’t ask how they manage to obtain that information.

“Objection!” Mlle. Bustier calls out. “This information was never made public. How did they even get their hands on it?”

Once again Batman only grunts.

“Hey B-man, this information is legit, Ms. Rossi never had any claims of a physical injury only Miss Dupain-Cheng,” Nightwing whispers to the judge.

Batman turns to his jurors and raises the gavel.

“I have heard enough. Miss Rossi, you claim that you have helped me and my partners when you have never set foot in Gotham before this trip. Jurors, you have less than five minutes to decide her faith.”

Lila begins to protest. She calls to her teacher for help. The class, bless their naïve little minds, only sit down with popcorn in their hands.

Marinette turns to Two-Face with a smirk on her face and holds out her hand. Two-Face hits it, causing the teen’s hits to widen as she tries to hide her discomfort.

Five minutes later, Red Robin stands to the judge with a piece of paper in hand.

“We,” he yawns, “the jurors have decided that Lila Rossi is guilty of all counts of charges against her.” A random person hands the vigilante a cup of coffee. He sips it longingly.

Lila screams in shock. She tells them that she has immunity only for her claims to go on death’s ears.

The day ends with Marinette sitting on her balcony with a cup of coffee in hand with Adrien beside her.

“Did you have to dramatic today?”

“It was fun, wasn’t it? Watching her dig her own pit, but little did she knew was that the class was only humoring since her return. Everyone knows that I’m the queen of the school.” Marinette proceeds to drink her drink all while Adrien stands there eating a croissant.

#ArtXyra answers #maribat #ml x dc #no ships #miraculous crossover #dc crossover #mlb x dc

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geeks-universe · 3 years

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Veritas Vos Liberabit IV

The truth will set you free.

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A/N: Hehe, there’s gonna be a super awesome character arc just you wait

“You still haven’t explained,” John reminded you, pulling you from the staring match you were having with your phone.

You flicked your gaze towards him, stopping yourself from reading anymore texts. Lucifer was relentless, jumping from asking you to come home, to threatening sending Amenadiel after you.

“Hmm?” You hummed gracelessly, before realizing he was most definitely referring to your mojo. “Oh, just a little trick I learned from my dad.”

He didn’t really look like he was buying it, so you sent him an amused smirk. Deciding that presentation was better than explanation, you slowed him to a stop. Ever curious, Sherlock watched tentatively as you made eye contact with John.

“What is it you truly desire?” You inquired, that brief flicker of connection to your divinity sparking something inside. Your fingers tingled, air alight with a power you’d never had the opportunity to tap into.

“Uh,” John blinked a couple of times, “I…”

Sherlock was staring at his friend, brows furrowed as he saw the man at war within his own mind.

“I want to feel happy again.”

The smirk on your lips faded to a thoughtful smile. Humans were interesting creatures to you, but not in the same way they were to your father. He reveled in their sins, and believed in their corruption. You, however, were inspired by their flaws. Emotions were at the very core of their being, and it was a beautiful melody you would never tire of.

Sherlock looked to be torn between wonder and annoyance. John, however, shook his head, furrowing his brows in your direction.

“I couldn’t stop myself,” he explained slowly, trying to piece together exactly why that was in his mind. “No matter how hard I tried.”

You tilted your head to the side, just observing him. Confusion was evident, though he didn’t look upset by what he’d said, or embarrassed.

“Some sort of psychological trick,” Sherlock muttered to himself, pulling your attention to him.

John seemed ready to chalk it up to magic, while Sherlock was skeptical at best.

“Enough of that,” you exclaimed, “I was promised a tour! It’s already so different from Los Angeles.”

And just like that, John was back to the charming, kind host. Sherlock was inquisitive, but quiet. He kept a close watch on you, and offered brief explanations to some of your questions, but otherwise remained vigilant.

Every step you took was cataloged, along with each expression that crossed your face. Despite it, you didn’t let his quirky nature detract from the time you were having.

“Is it your dad,” John finally asked after one too many alerts from your phone. (Seriously, did Lucifer really not have anything better to do?) “That you’re ignoring, I mean.”

“Of course it is,” Sherlock interjected, looking for all the world like it was the most obvious assumption.

Instead of getting upset at his interruption, you found your lips turning up in a smile. He was rather fascinating, if not a little intrusive.

“I left without saying goodbye,” you admitted a little forlornly, nervously fiddling with your phone. There were moments when you felt that you absolutely made the best decision, but doubt wouldn’t leave you alone.

“Why?”

John didn’t sound judgemental, nor did he sound pushy. To you, he just sounded worried almost, like someone who knew the importance of close bonds and didn’t want you severing one without good purpose.

“I love him,” you were quick to defend your own actions. Of the two, John was the only one who seemed comforting. “But I need to be away from him. He was so worried about keeping me safe that he’d suffocated me.”

There was a hint of sympathy on John’s features. Even if he didn’t understand the full extent of your story, he did know a thing or two about family troubles. Perhaps having a confidant in him would help to soothe the growing loneliness in your family’s absence.

Silence reigned supreme over the three of you as you continued your walk. John was casting an occasional concerned glance to you. You were lost in the buildings and architecture that spread from the ground to the sky. And Sherlock, well, he was too busy connecting dots you’d thrown around with each word. Still, he couldn’t quite picture it all. There was something more to you than what he was able to uncover, though what it was he couldn’t be sure.

It wasn’t until a few minutes more that your feet stopped on their own accord. Your eyes, wide and full of sadness, scaled the stone steeple that stood proudly at a height far above the other buildings. There wasn’t much foot traffic moving in and out of the building, but a soft ringing called to you nonetheless.

You cleared your throat, dragging your teary gaze from the stained glass to your walking partners.

“I need a couple of minutes, do you mind if…”

John caught on immediately, quick to pull his friend out of the line of questioning he looked about ready to go into.

“I’ll grab us a bite to eat,” he assured you, practically dragging Sherlock away as you ascended the stairs into the church.

The air was buzzing with an energy you couldn’t recognize. The room was dark, and nearly empty. Something propelled you forward, bringing you to a stop at one of the pews in the back. You’d only ever been to a church once before. For obvious reasons, your father wasn’t the biggest fan.

Lucifer wasn’t the biggest fan.

But, then again, he wasn’t your real father.

You sucked a breath in, staring forward at the cross that stood proudly at the very center of the stage. Unlike the rest of your siblings, you had never actually met your father. As much as you tried to act like it didn’t bother you, deep down it did. Why had he handed you off to Lucifer? Why were you forced to spend your days in Hell when the rest of your family was acquainted with the Silver City.

You dropped your head into your hands, breaking your wandering gaze.

“Dad,” you breathed, your voice shaky.

“Why did you do this?” You asked into the silence, your voice nearly imperceptible to the people around you. “Why am I here? Why did you send me to Hell?”

There was no answer.

Not that you expected one.

Lucifer didn’t have any faith left in your father. He talked about abandonment, about the atrocities your father let happen. He spoke of an unfathomable cruelty and undeniable destiny.

You didn’t believe that.

No matter how bad things got, you couldn’t believe it.

There had to be some explanation, some rationalization of it all.

Whatever it was though, you would be the last to know. If your father didn’t even want you, he wouldn’t want to give you an explanation that he hadn’t even given his other children.

Tears were beginning to blur your vision, your phone burning in your back pocket. You should answer Lucifer. Your actual father may not be around, but you did have a dad, and at the very least he deserved an explanation.

“I just want to know who I am,” you quietly confessed to the empty room.

You took a moment to wipe away your tears and calm your breathing. Just as you moved to stand up, a person beside you cleared their throat politely.

He looked vaguely familiar, with his auburn hair and pressed suit. It wasn’t until you spotted the umbrella he twirled in his hand habitually that you realized who it was. John had told you all about Mycroft Holmes, and how you should expect him to pay you a visit just for breathing the same air as his younger brother.

“Oh, hello, didn’t see you there,” you admitted, smiling warmly at him.

The little you knew about the man in front of you caused a soft affection to bubble inside. You loved your family, and you could understand that desire to protect them. Even if he went about it in an odd way, you couldn’t blame the man for his vigilant nature.

“Miss Morningstar,” he greeted, the thin curve of his lips little more than an intimidation tactic, though he looked considerably charmed by your behavior, as did practically all humans. “I have a proposition for you, though I do apologize for disturbing you at a place of worship.”

You swallowed, briefly flicking your gaze to the cross.

“I’d say it hardly deserves worship,” you replied, inclining your head towards him. “Are you a man of faith?”

He raised a brow at your apparent disinterest in religion, despite your choice to retreat inside an old church. There was a certain amount of amusement in his brow, likely due to the question.

“Not particularly, no,” he answered cordially, but without much interest. “I consider myself a man of science.”

“Science,” you echoed, a fragment of a smile. “You believe science and faith can’t coexist?”

For one reason or another, he actually considered your argument. You knew it was likely a ploy to further his own business, but you found yourself innately curious about the man beside you. Most of what you knew of Sherlock came from John, and if there was a reason why he seemed to be immune to the divinity you exuded, you’d like to learn a little more.

“Faith is an explanation for what science can’t yet determine.”

His words were precise, and sure, as if there was nothing you could do to shake that determination. You paused thoughtfully, turning so that you might fully face him now. There was a glisten of veneration in his eyes, an unconscious acknowledgment to the river of divinity that flowed through your veins.

“Your proposition?”

You interruption was met with a continued cessation, followed by a diverted gaze.

“Information,” he claimed, leaning back to create an air of detachment. “Your recent neighbor, Sherlock.”

You waved off the rest of his proposal, not bothering to listen.

“No.”

His eyes narrowed a fraction, dangerous calculations swirling inside his mind as he scoured every detail on your person.

“So quick to align yourself without hearing how much I’ll offer you.”

You stood up, tilting your head curiously.

“If you want information on your brother, you could always just ask him, Mycroft.”

There was a momentary spark of confusion, or perhaps annoyance, in his stare, but you paid it no mind as you left without a further goodbye.

The sun was a blinding contrast to the dark building you were in before, but you found yourself comforted by its overwhelming presence. Your eyes shut on their own accord as you felt the heat seep into your soul. Before Lucifer returned to Earth, you had been in Hell with him. You hated it there. A part of you had always longed for the sun and the warmth it rained down upon mankind. In your youth, Lucifer took to calling you ‘sunshine’ and it had stuck with you through the years.

You knew, standing under the bright rays of the star, that you could never return to Hell again. Something in your veins longed for the sun, and the divine power that coursed through your system seemed to swell with its embrace.

Your thoughts were shattered as a body collided with yours, sending you stumbling a couple of steps by the sudden, unexpected intrusion. There was a moment, less than a fraction of a second, where your connection to the supernatural world was shifted.

“I am so sorry, I-”

Surprise stopped your words as you met the eyes of the man who ran into you. His gaze was unnatural, a color darker than night. They looked like the depths of Hell frozen over. A smile painted his face, one of cruelty and unspoken horror. His hands were icy where they held you in place, one on your shoulder and the other on your arm. You stood frozen to the spot, whispered tendrils beckoning you to the precipice of madness.

You nearly followed, to a destiny unknown and a journey fraught with danger. The presence was familiar, and much too comfortable. An evil lurked beneath his cool exterior, chilling the very air you breathed.

Still, you were entranced by the muted lunacy.

As you began to take the first step towards instability, you paused, a heat flaring up along your spine, to the base of where your wings stayed hidden. A claw gripped your throat, forcing fire down into your chest to wash away the sins of your thoughts.

As quick as the encounter began, it ended. You gasped for air, finding relief against John a minute later when he worriedly took a hold of your arm.

“Are you okay?” John asked, concern tinting his voice as he rubbed your back in the event you might have trouble catching your breath once more.

Sherlock was quick to look you up and down, tracing any details he might need.

“What happened?”

The black eyes flashed in your mind. This wasn’t an issue you could take to the two of them. Whatever happened was something more in your realm than theirs.

“Nothing,” you assured them, “Someone in a rush.”

Your smile was every bit as convincing as you could make it, hiding the image of blackened eyes and a searing pain along your collar.

Sherlock wished he could believe the lie you tried to sell, but curiosity got the best of him, and he would discover the truth without your help, as it seems.

#Sherlock Holmes x Reader #sherlock x reader #sherlock imagine #sherlock holmes imagine #vvl #the plot thiccensssss #also yes #the reader and mycroft are gonna be best bros #whether he wants it or not #because that man just needs a hug honestly

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osmanthusoolong · 3 years

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Tagged by: @itsonofthem

1.Name/nicknames: I’m weird and mostly only give my name on here to people who I message with, but it starts with a B (for now). Lots of nicknames though, like Starlight, Possum, Pillbug, Mice Feet. I like getting nicknames!

2.Gender: No, thank you. :)

3. Star sign: Capricorn. The rest of my chart renders astrology people mildly horrified, and I like that.

4.Height: 5’3” mxlet, but I wear big boots. I’ve had three different online acquaintances blurt out that I’m way shorter than they expected upon meeting me.

5. Time: at the tone, it is 6:01 pm. BEEP

6. Birthday: December 22.

7. Favourite band: it varies a lot but I’ve been listening to a lot of The Cardigans and Depeche Mode lately.

8. Favourite solo artist: Orville Peck maybe, or Townes van Zandt. For now.

9. Song stuck in my head: it’s been California Dreaming for the last four days or so.

10. Last movie: Kamikaze Girls, which was extremely sweet.

11. Last show: A and I are watching Lovecraft Country, which I am enjoying, with some reservations, as much as one can enjoy something that emotionally gruelling.

12. When I created this blog: probably close to a decade ago? Jesus.

13. What I post: an assortment, of which I assume 95% is typically uninteresting to any given mutuals.

14. Last thing I googled: the Lia Georgia radiation accident.

15. Other blogs: I have a very rarely updated sideblog, if any mutuals want to ask for it, you can. I may tell you, even.

16. Do I get asks?: I used to get some from Merlin Fan Anon, who always made my day, and I get the occasional request for tags, but otherwise just like the piss elf copypasta.

17. Why I chose my URL: I was trying to think of something, and tried the name of the tea I was drinking.

18. Following: Probably a lot, mostly long gone.

19. Followers: I think about a thousand, though probably mostly also long gone.

20. Average hours of sleep: around 9 lately, which is unfortunate because I need way more to be remotely functional.

21. Lucky number: 13

22. Instruments: I want to learn the banjo!

23. what I’m wearing: old leggings and a Herzog/Danzig shirt.

24. Dream job: n/a

25: Dream trip: So many! I like travelling. Weirdly, I am immune to jet lag.

26: favourite food: zeitun parvardeh, kouign-amman, hot and sour soup, natto udon, cherries

27. Nationality: I live in Toronto and was born on the east coast

28. Favourite song: somehow, despite days, still currently enjoying California Dreaming, in various versions.

29. Last book I read: Angela Carter fairy tales while extremely high in the bath. 10/10, would recommend.

30. Top 3 fictional universes I would like to live in: most stories I enjoy feature everyone being extremely miserable, so I’m not sure I know of any.

I’m tagging literally any and all mutuals, please talk about yourselves, I adore you 💜

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cupcakemolotov · 4 years

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An Unlikely Favor

And forever many days later, my muse finally cooperates. Almost 13K, and dragons (Caroline this time fam!) No Smut, as that just wasn’t going to work for this one. Since it exploded, I don’t feel bad at all.

Warnings: Character Death (not OTP), Fluff, Canon-Typical Violence. I mean. Klaus is Klaus and Caroline is a dragon.

I hate formatting on this hell-site, so I linked you to A03 after this first scene. Also, wanted to give a big thank you to @goldcaught and @klarolinedrabbles who have been a delight and received many text messages and complaints through this writing process (and other stories I am still hitting with mental-sticks).

Caroline set aside her empty glass, the lingering taste of cheap champagne bitter against her tongue. The lead for the painting she wanted was a bust, and irritation clawed sharply at her insides. The artist was no famous painter, but something about the colors and lines had caught her attention when she had seen it all those years ago and she wanted it. It had been an unfortunate turn of events that the family who owned the painting, descendants of the creator, had been so unwilling to sell no matter what she offered them.

Human sentiment could be so frustrating.

At the time she had walked away, because collecting through force was only fun when it was her enemies' heads, and humans did not live forever. She’d had the time. So she’d left behind a few feelers, and made sure she arrived mere weeks after the deaths of those who had owned the painting. But upon arrival, she learned that their entire collection was gone. To her great annoyance, three decades later and she was still no closer to finding where the painting had disappeared to. Once, it had very nearly been in her grasp, but her attention had been needed elsewhere and so she had walked away.

Tonight was turning out to be another long evening of disappointment. Turning sharply on one spiked heel, she headed for the door. Time was on her side, and thirty years was not her longest hunt, but for once her patience was in shambles. She’d come to the city specifically to search for her lost painting and had instead found a hotbed of witches. Usually, that was not a matter of too much concern, as she had learned to hide what she was… and certain spells had been gifted to her over the years to make that easier. But this coven had known who and what she was, and the relaxing week she had planned had turned into something a bit more bloody.

Now she was leaving empty handed and annoyed. Shopping would do her no good, collecting pretty baubles only soothed the rough edges when they were the pretty baubles that she wanted. Maybe it was time to return to one of her more secluded homes and stretch her wings. It had been a few years since she’d allowed herself the indulgence, and her beast was starting to grow restless and bored. Perhaps some time meandering through her collections and flying would help burn the worst of her temper off.

“Hello, love. You look ravishing.”

The sharply accented words were unexpected, and Caroline twisted around to blink at the man standing near her, surprise cutting through the annoyance that for the first time in centuries, he’d managed to sneak up on her. The curling smile on his face as he realized it did not improve her mood. But this particular monster had never bothered with reverence or fear, and charm clung to all the sharp edges of him as he smiled at her.

Tonight, he was dressed in a perfect tux, overdressed for the small gallery and unbothered by it, the leather cords she found endlessly fascinating missing but the dimples and lips she sometimes thought about too long on full display. He stepped closer, the edges of his smile deepening at her continued annoyance.

“Klaus.” She offered him her hand after a dozen heartbeats, giving herself a moment to absorb the impact of him even as a lifetime of greetings nudged at her. As much as she’d learned to love modern familiarity, with Klaus and in public, she’d never been comfortable expressing it. Unchanging he might be, she’d never managed the immunity to him necessary to ignore the way her beast shifted beneath her skin in his presence. Formality was a shield against public eyes. “I didn’t realize you were back in this part of the world.”

“A bit of business, I’m afraid.” He said, brushing a lingering kiss along her knuckles. “Nothing nearly so entertaining as the last time we ran into each other.”

Caroline frowned at his words, the slightly apologetic note, but decided it could be dealt with in a moment. This close and there were other changes that were suddenly apparent and far more important. Ignoring the decorum that had colored so much of their long, long lives she stepped closer and brushed her fingertips along the edge of his jaw, studying the shape of his eyes. Klaus allowed the familiarity, seemed to welcome it, and she breathed deep.

His scent was different.

Finally certain, she allowed herself to smile, her annoyance and irritation pushed aside for happiness for her friend now that she knew he had not learned a new trick. For this, she did not have to fake her delight. “You broke your curse.”

The flash of satisfaction, the smug tilt of his head was achingly familiar. “I did.”

“That’s wonderful,” she told him, letting her hand reluctantly fall away, fingertips tingling. “How long?”

“Less than a year,” Klaus assured her. “Even if business had not brought me here, I would have found you soon.”

“Good,” Caroline murmured “You remembered your promise.”

His look was chiding, starkly serious beneath the charm. “I have not forgotten a single word that has passed between us, Caroline.”

Lips finally curling at the hint of darkness in his voice, she tipped her head. “But if you are not here about your curse, I do wonder what business could possibly bring you to this particular gallery.” She deliberately let her gaze scan the quaint gallery, the mostly casually dressed patrons. “This isn’t quite your scene anymore.”

Klaus chuckled and moved to tuck her arm through his. “As it were, I have been looking for you, just not only for all the reasons I would have liked.”

She paused, fingers resting lightly on his forearm. Rarely did she go longer than two decades without Klaus making an appearance in her life, but this stretch of time had been nearly forty years. Such a small number of years in their lives, but an endless amount of time in terms of humans and their technology, and she had started to grow curious that he had not reached out to her. That he would make a deliberate choice to tell her that this visit was different was both a curiosity and a warning. “And why were you looking for me, Klaus?”

His hand settled over hers, fingers and palms far warmer then she remembered them ever being before. In her heels they were nearly the same height and he met her eyes steadily. “Would you let me buy you a drink? Perhaps dinner?”

Caroline weighed his offer against the disaster of her week and her eyes narrowed. “Do tell me that you are not here with those witches.”

“I am not,” a flicker of something dangerous, a hint of new and unusual yellow and the hard edge of the vampire she’d known for centuries behind his eyes. “But perhaps I will acquaint myself before I leave.”

“There shouldn’t be much left to find,” she dismissed. “I am perfectly capable of killing a few witches, Klaus.”

A laugh, low in his throat. “So I have seen. And perhaps you are correct, but there is always one or two, stashed away who believe themselves safe. I do so enjoy ruining their illusions.”

She huffed and relaxed against him as he led them towards the door. “For you, perhaps, hunting such a thing is enjoyable.”

“Come now, Caroline. You cannot expect me to believe after all these centuries that you do not enjoy a challenge.”

“There are challenges, Klaus, and then there are challenges. Hunting witch covens is an annoyance, I assure you.” She wrinkled her nose. “And these witches are not particularly imaginative.”

“And yet,” he murmured, the set of his mouth unforgiving.

Caroline considered that as they bypassed the humans still mingling, the startled glances thrown their way as they took in the finery. She knew his thoroughness would partly stem from a promise given so long ago, but Klaus had never left her with the impression that their past was a burden he wished to be rid of. In fact, if anything, he always sought for more of her, for more of her time. It fascinated as much as it left her wary, this man who knew more of what she was than any other living creature.

And whatever business had Klaus seaking her out would likely be messy, but hadn’t she just been contemplating how bored she was? Things rarely stayed dull near her favorite vampire, now hybrid she supposed, and more importantly, he had earned the right to ask that she at least hear him out. It was a favor she granted very few, but for Klaus… In all the centuries and decades that they had known each other, he had only ever asked her for one favor. She had been unable to help him, though she had done what she could to mitigate that failure.

That he would come to her again, the ghosts of his creation seemingly laid to rest?

“You may take me back to wherever you are staying,” she said decidedly as they approached the doors. “Hopefully you have better booze.”

His head tipped towards her, brows winging upwards. “As if I’d offer you something subpar, love.”

She laughed at the offended note in his voice, the glint behind his eyes. “No? I remember spending many a night drinking with you what could most definitely be described as subpar. Chicago was just a few decades ago, as I recall, and the booze there was terrible.”

His mouth curled upwards on one side, amused indulgence heavy in his voice. “I assure you, I have not forgotten your preferences.”

“I should hope not,” she drawled before squeezing his arm. “I will listen to your request, but I have one of my own.”

“Do you?”

His eyes glittered at her, something hot and unreadable in those yellow edges of his pupils. She pressed against his side again, and deliberately let her gaze linger on the lines of his face. “I do. You will keep the rest of your promise, and tell me the details of how you finally broke your curse. I want to know everything.”

Find the rest here:

A03 | FFN

#my fic #klaroline #klaroline fanfiction #I am so relieved to finish something #I have been working on this forever

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