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weministertomonsters · 3 months

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Incubus

"Please? Please, please! I'm fucking starving," your incubus whines.

"Crybaby. I told you this was going to be a problem," you sigh, gripping the steering wheel of your rented car.

You had stopped at a gas station ten minutes ago and gotten yourself some food. With your belly full, you're prepared for the next three hours of your roadtrip. Not your incubus though, he's acting like he hasn't had anything in days.

Which might be true. It's been a confusing couple of weeks.

"What was I supposed to do? This is a six-hour road trip," he sighs. "And you said you'd let me."

"Dude, I was drunk and horny," you laugh sheepishly.

He petulantly jams his foot against the glove compartment and tugs his shoe off. The unnatural purple veins in his skin are starting to make an appearance as his glamour wavers.

"Ah, get your demon foot down! What if someone sees it?"

"When was the last time we passed another car on this god-forsaken road?" He pouts. "Besides, my glamour is slipping. I don't have enough energy to keep it up."

"Why don't you sleep the rest of the way? We'll be there soon enough," you reason.

"Fine," he grumbles, tipping his seat back so he can recline comfortably.

Despite all his huffing and whining, he ends up falling asleep. He has one hand draped over his face, sheilding his eyes from the sun. His glamour is in the halfway stage, revealing pointed ears and a body that's now a little too large for the car seat. He twitches in his sleep and moans.

"God no," you mumble in mock horror and stifle a giggle.

The sounds he makes in his sleep are worthy of a porn audio and you feel like you shouldn't be listening. Still, that kind of thing doesn't bother you as much as it did weeks go. You've come a long way. The ride is manageable for a while, until his wings suddenly unfurl like a rebellious umbrella and thwack you in the face. You're forced to pull over.

"Wake up, idiot. You almost made me crash the car." You grab his shoulder and jangle it.

He wakes up with an inhuman growl and grabs you. There isn't much space for either of you to move, so all he ends up doing is pulling you into his lap. Tears spring into your eyes when you hit your elbow on the car door.

"You did that on purpose!" You moan, rubbing the tender spot.

"You can't just touch me when I'm sleeping," he says in exasperation, peering at you with blackened eyes.

He's right. This isn't the first time you've tried to wake him up and he ended up freaking out. It's obvious something happened to him in the past to make him act that way, but he wouldn't let you pry.

"Sorry, I forgot," you admit. "You were moaning in your sleep."

"Was I?" His eyes twinkle. "Look at you, getting all flustered. Hey, don't look away."

To change the subject you say,

"Your glamour is gone."

"It appears so." He flares his wings out as wide as he can, wincing. "I miss flying."

"Soon you'll be able to fly again," you promise, your heart going out to him.

Even though summoning him was an accident, you could have done so much more to make the experience a little less weird for him. You treated him like a literal demon thanks to your religious upbringing. Only when you realized that holy water and crosses and exorcisms were no good did you start to treat him with a modicum of respect. And he endured all of it for you. You've gotten better with your hellish companion since then.

Someone takes the initiative to kiss, but you're not sure whether it was him or you. All you know is that the wall you've built has come crashing down, and all the secret desires you hid away come clamoring forward, demanding attention.

You can't get out of your clothes fast enough, growling in annoyance when you hit your elbow again. You should have rented a bigger car.

"Hold on," he says, ripping his face away.

His lips are swollen and bruised from the heavy makeout session and his pupils are ridiculously dilated, but he still looks aware and a little worried.

"An hour ago you were denying me. Why now..."

"Don't ruin the mood," you tell him, wiggling into the backseat. "I just realized all my little rules are pretty stupid, that's all."

He twists around to look at you in the back.

"You won't regret it later?"

"I will if you made me take all my clothes off only to say you don't want to do it anymore," you say, leaning back and opening your legs. "Come here."

His eyes light up. If he had a tail, it would be wagging. The last of his glamour sheds, and you stare at his ebony-colored horns in admiration. Just a few weeks ago the mere sight of them had you stammering the Lord's Prayer and dousing him with anointing oil in an effort to make him go away. Now you grab one of his horns and drag him closer. The small car means you are both in pretty uncomfortable positions, but you'll complain about your back later.

His licks a blazing trail down your stomach, the purr in his voice muffled as he presses his lips to your body, tracing the red lines where your too-tight jeans aggravated your skin.

"I love this."

"My muffin top?" You snicker.

"All of it. All of you. Goddess," he says reverently before he dips between your legs.

His long, slippery tongue is talented. As he stokes your pleasure higher and hotter, he drinks from the blaze of it. Once he has enough energy to use his glamour again, he glamours his claws away and slides two fingers into you, looking up at you with gleaming, burning eyes.

The way his wings arch makes you think of an eagle protecting its dinner. You dare to touch them, stroking the struts of bone and the delicate membrane stretched between them.

"You're so beautiful," you admit. "And I'm not just saying that because you're so good at this."

He looks amused with the compliment. Maybe he's remembering the time you called him a "vulgar hellion of hell" in a fit of religious indignation.

You jump at the sudden zing of pleasure when he nips your inner thigh.

"Focus on me," he demands. "Let your mind go blank for just a little while."

You nod frantically, clutching the sturdy leather of the car seat. Your hips follow the thrusting motion of his fingers, desperate for more. He gives you what you want. You come when he adds a third finger, the stretch, and the pleasure and the stimulation of your clit throwing you recklessly off a cliff. It feels like he takes some of your energy, crafts it into a gem of pure gold, and passes it back to you in a hard kiss. It's like you've died and gone to heaven.

It's only when he taps your stomach that you remember you have to breathe. You suck in great gasps of air, squinting at him. He wears your cum on his face, his lips glistening as they part into a pretty smile.

"What was that?" You finally ask.

"The best orgasm of your life," he grins. "Please tell me I've ruined you for other people."

"Don't get ahead of yourself," you scoff playfully as you tug your clothes back on.

You think he has though.

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raibebe · 6 months

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Genre: angst, horror(?), hurt and a little comfort, a dash of fluff Words: 2.359 Prompt: vampire Chenle featuring vampire Jeno

Warnings: vampires (duh), non-graphic blood and gore, implied murder, mentions of religion, mentions of exorcism, mentions of illness, mentions of pregnancy, they kinda burn down a house...

Summary: Chenle still hasn't got the feeding part down and grows frustrated with himself when Jeno only keeps showing him kindness despite how much of a mess he is and how others have it all figured out...

A/N: Happy belated birthday to my baby! Yes, he still is kind of a mess but he's getting better, I promise!

Non betaed, we die like women who do not want to bother their friend over and over again...

It had happened again. Chenle hadn’t meant for it to happen. He had been so careful. It shouldn’t have happened. He had followed all the advice that he’d been given but still… “Lele…” “I didn’t mean to.“ He heaved out, carelessly rubbing the tears from his eyes with his bloodied hands, messing up his appearance even more. “I know you didn’t,” Jeno cut him off softly, carefully stepping over the bodies scattered around the fledgling. “I don’t know what happened,” Chenle cried, his hands digging into the woman lying over his lap, her unseeing eyes wide in horror. “It’s okay,” Jeno tried to soothe him, prying Chenle’s hands open so he could take them in his, “You’re still young.” “It’s not!” “Sssh, Lele. This is all new to you-“ “It’s been half a year! And I still- I just- Jeno I-“

“Breathe,” Jeno ordered firmly, dropping to his knees in front of Chenle and cupping his face between his palms to force him to look at him, “Take some deep breaths.” “I don’t have to breathe anymore! That’s the whole issue!” “Chenle-“ “And you aren’t even my real sire! This won’t work!” Instead of lashing out and forcing the younger one into submission, Jeno’s gaze only softened. “That doesn’t mean I care any less for you,” he spoke quietly, wiping Chenle’s tears of frustration with his thumbs. “That’s not the issue!” The younger argued, “I’m a monster, Jeno. I can’t control any of it!” “Lele~ We can work through this. We will work through this,” Jeno promised, tenderly kissing Chenle’s forehead. And somehow that gesture was what snapped Chenle out of his rage. Like a puppet whose strings had been cut, he sank into Jeno’s embrace.

“Breathe.” “I don’t have to anym-“ “Doesn’t mean that it won’t soothe you any less. Come on,” Jeno slowly took a deep breath in and out and Chenle followed one breath at a time and while he focused on that and on Jeno’s gentle hand stroking his back and through his hair, he felt his head clear. The remaining bloodlust only became a small nagging voice in the back of his mind instead of a screaming monster and he felt like he could finally see colors other than red again.

“I’m sorry for yelling,” he mumbled eventually, winding his arms around Jeno’s waist and squeezing him tightly. “I know how frustrating this can be but you’re so strong, Lele.” “Minhyung said he had it under control by now…” “Is that why you freaked out? Because of Minhyung?” “I just don’t understand why-“ “Every vampire is different. And you had a rough start,” Jeno explained slowly, “Fledglings usually don’t survive if their sire dies so shortly after their transition. They rely on the bond to even out their emotions and yours was severed not even a day into your transition.” “I know that. And I should rely on you and the others to help but- I just. I just black out. I don’t know what to do.” Chenle’s voice got smaller the longer he spoke, nothing more than a whisper at the end. “Lele, none of us were good at feeding right away. I’ve killed more people than I can count ever since I’ve been turned and Minhyung…” Jeno paused before he continued. “He should tell you his story yourself.”

“Wow, you made a mess.” At the sound of a new voice, Chenle shot up from the embrace, finding Minhyung standing in the doorway. “Did you do what I asked you to do?” Jeno cut off anything Chenle could have said, anger already swirling in his gut. “There is no one around and they haven’t noticed anyone missing yet,” the other confirmed. “Thank you,” his sire nodded. “I also brought new clothes.” “Take care of your brother, I’ll take care of this. There is a washroom in the back.” With that, Jeno gently nudged Chenle towards Minhyung, his eyes barely curving into crescents as he gave Chenle an encouraging smile.

Chenle already knew what would happen next, it had happened one too many times already. He would get cleaned up and Jeno would set the house on fire, getting rid of all the evidence. Covering up the mess he had left behind yet again. “Come on,” Minhyung urged him to move when he couldn’t stop staring at the mess of blood and gore in the sitting room: Disfigured corpses and severed limbs thrown around. He couldn’t even remember how all these people had gotten into the house. In the washroom, Minhyung had already filled a basin with water and Chenle quickly stepped out of his bloodied clothes. They’d be burned as well.

“Sit down,” the older vampire told him and Chenle followed. He didn’t notice that the water must have been freezing cold as Minhyung ran the sponge over his chest to wipe at the dried blood. “Chenle,” he eventually spoke up when he had moved on to his arms, “I didn’t tell you the whole truth about my transition. It wasn’t as smooth as it may have seemed.” “What? You also regularly blacked out and wiped out entire families?” Chenle asked bitterly, evading Minhyung’s bright eyes. He couldn’t handle the pity he’d find in them. He liked Minhyung but hadn’t really managed to bond with him because he always felt like the older was pitying him. “More like an entire village.” “What?” Despite his supernatural hearing, Chenle couldn’t believe his ears. This couldn’t be right. Not Minhyung. If there was an entry of the word “control” in the dictionary, a portrait of Minhyung would be right next to it. Chenle couldn’t even imagine him accidentally spilling blood while feeding let alone killing a bunch of people.

Minhyung just shook his head and dunked the sponge in the red water again to keep on cleaning Chenle. “I was the son of a pastor,” he began explaining, “My family lived in a small village and we were a tight-knit community, helping each other where we could. A new family had recently moved into one of the farmhouses not too far from us and I went to greet them. The mother told me that they had to flee from their home because the townspeople wanted to kill her son. Of course, I was shocked and asked if he had done anything evil. She must have known I was the pastor’s son, so in a hushed voice she admitted that she thought that her son was possessed.” At that, Chenle snorted. Jeno had explained to him that humans went mad for many different reasons but that he didn’t know of any supernatural being that was able to slip into another body. Minhyung only splashed water at him for interrupting his story. “Long story short, my father tried to exorcise the kid. And it seemed to work, he was speaking to us in tongues and would trash around as if he was in pain during the sessions. But during one of the sessions, he bit me. At first, it wasn’t anything bad. But the bite got infected and instead of bringing me to the physician, my father was afraid the demon had transferred to my body.” “So he exorcised you instead of treating the wound?”

With a bitter smile, Minhyung nodded. “The wound got worse every day and I lost more and more of my strength. He had me convinced that I was actually possessed so I prayed every night for God to help me. And well- God didn’t listen. Maybe he did. But instead of an angel, Jeno found me one night. He was just passing through the village, on the run from his sire and he offered to help me.” “But why did he turn you? Couldn’t his blood have healed you?” “He feared that his blood wasn’t strong enough, he was only a couple of decades old,” Minhyung explained. “So he turned you.”

“He turned me and I resented being a vampire - a night terror. My religion knew of many demons and I had become one. My father was over the moon that I had healed, that the demon had left my body. But I knew it wasn’t the case. I had become the demon. I resented everything Jeno tried to teach me. I resented him. Now I know that he’d slip me animal blood to sustain me the first weeks but we all know that’s not enough, especially for a fledgling.”

“So you snapped..?” Chenle guessed, grabbing onto Minhyung’s hands when he began to tremble. “I told Jeno to leave me, that I would be fine by myself. I threatened to stake him and he just gave up. Through the bond, I could feel his hurt but he respected my wishes and left me alone. The days went by and my bloodlust got worse and worse. Whenever someone just as much as cut themselves with a knife, I could smell it and feel the pull. It drove me mad until one day-” He cut himself off with a sigh before continuing. “One day a woman came to my father because she had been disowned by her family but she was about to give birth. There- There was so much blood, Chenle. I couldn’t keep it together. I just walked into the room with some towels and the next thing I remember is that Jeno was holding me in the center of the village and I was surrounded by bodies. I truly had become the demon that I already was convinced I was.”

For a while, it was quiet in the small washroom aside from the sponge moving over Chenle’s body and the splashing of the dirty water. “So yeah… After finally admitting to myself that this was who I was now, I learned to control it,” Minhyung concluded the story. “And you never blacked out like that again?” “I force myself to remember what I did. I’m keeping the memories of the people I killed close. So it won’t happen again.”

“I- I don’t know how to do that. I didn’t know any of these people and-” “I’m not saying that this is what you should do, Chenle,” Minhyung interrupted the younger, “It’s just what has worked for me. I remind myself of what happens when I’m not in control of the demon.” For a moment, Chenle stayed quiet, letting Minhyung scrub at the dried blood on his hands. “I- I killed my mother and potentially my whole family,” he eventually admitted, “I never figured out if I got to all my siblings.” “Did you have a lot?” “Five sisters. One who was older and four younger.” “No brothers?” “No, I was the only heir to the throne.” “And you never went back to claim it?” “I don’t think it would be wise,” Chenle mumbled, “And Jeno agreed that it would be better if I didn’t go back there until everyone who could have known me is dead.” “That’s what he told me too but even then, I never went back.”

“I just want us all to be safe,” Jeno joined in on the conversation, leaning against the doorframe. “We’ll have to leave town because of this, don’t we?” “I don’t think people will suspect us. Houses accidentally burn down all the time, especially if there was a celebration of some sort,” Jeno mused. “And you chose a pretty remote spot to go on a killing spree,” Minhyung joked which earned him a good-natured shove from the younger. With a smile, Jeno watched the two bicker for a while. He was glad that they were getting along and he wished that Chenle could lean more onto Minhyung after this.

“Let’s get going, boys,” Jeno gently broke up their bickering, “Get dressed.” With a smile on his face, Minhyung handed Chenle the clean clothes he had brought so he could quickly make himself presentable. With a smile on his face, Jeno guided the two younger out of the house. “Can we watch?” Chenle asked quietly and timidly reached out for Jeno’s hand. “Wouldn’t a bonfire be more fitting?” He smiled. “I want- I want to remember this night,” the fledgling replied sheepishly. “Of course,” Jeno nodded and gently kissed his forehead, “I’m glad you’re letting us help you.” With all the fresh blood in his system, Chenle felt it rush to his face and warm up his cheeks in a way he couldn’t really grasp.

“You could have me convinced that he actually is your sire,” Minhyung giggled and tugged Chenle down to sit in the grass at a safe distance away. “What?” “I know that look.” “What look?” “You adore him and I can’t blame you,” Minhyung smiled, ruffling Chenle’s hair when he only opened and closed his mouth without any words coming out. “It’s okay. I understand,” he mumbled, the flames of the house reflecting in his big eyes, “I’ve been there. When feelings are hard to put a name to.” “You make it sound like I’m in love with him,” Chenle tried to deflect the comment, keeping his eyes on Jeno’s form coming towards them, illuminated by the fire. Like this, he actually did look like the powerful creature he was and not like a tame puppy. “You didn’t deny it,” Minhyng only singsonged, leaning back on his elbows to watch the fire.

Before Chenle could think of a witty answer, Jeno let himself fall into the grass on his other side. “Enjoy before the townspeople take notice,” he smiled. “Y-Yeah.” God, Chenle wanted to punch Minhyung for snorting at his stuttering. He didn’t even know why he stuttered. Chenle didn’t stutter, like ever. Jeno wasn’t that special anyway. When he sneaked a glance at the older vampire with his skin illuminated by the warmth of the fire and he only felt his face warm up even further, he - of course - blamed it on the heat of the fire that was consuming the house. And of course, his breath didn’t instinctively hitch when Jeno interlocked their fingers because he was a serious hand holder.

Stupid Minhyung for putting stupid ideas in his head right after they had bonded over being crazy killers.

#chenle #zhong chenle #nct #nct dream #mfu-net #chenle angst #chenle imagines #chenle scenarios #chenle fanfic #nct dream angst #nct dream fanfic #chenle vampire

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kuumara · 1 year

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A turn of events

"Thank God you're here,"

"No problem."

"I don't- I don't know how to make him normal anymore, or what to do to make him eat- he doesn't even eat! He's just down there all the time, I'm telling you it's because-"

"It's alright, miss. I advise you to wait here, we never know what can happen while dealing with people like him,"

"Oh, alright- Do you need anything? Water?"

"No, no thank you, miss. We better get this over with quick."

"Alright. It's down the hallway, third door on the left and down the stairs,"

"Thank you, miss."

"No, thank you- and be careful, please,"

He smiles calmly. "I'm a professional,"

The miss smiles back, nervously, and he's already halfway down the stairs. His suitcase is heavy, a Holy Cross tied to it, clanging.

As he gets to the bottom of the stairs, to the basement, he holds the cross in order to stop it from making noise.

The basement is a stark contrast from the rest of the traditional, well-kept manor. It's filthy, grey, and the ceiling is full of metal pipes.

There's only one closed door at the end of the hallway he's standing in. The other rooms' doors appear to have been taken off.

He carefully and quietly makes his way to the door, highly alert in case the patient comes from one of the dark rooms with no doors. He halts right before the door and pulls out a spray bottle, filled with Holy Water.

He slowly starts opening the door, heart pounding loudly. He's done this numerous times, yet he's never gotten used to this feeling.

This feeling? He thinks about this feeling, and realizes: this feeling is now much more intense than any time before. He has felt very violent, negative energy from some other patients, yes, but this is different. The energy here is melancholy, sad, desperate, more than anything he's ever felt before. And it fills him with sadness as well.

He finally opens the door, and in the small room there's only one candle lit and a lot of books. A lot.

As his eyes get used to the darkness, he sees, in the corner, surrounded by walls of books, the patient.

He hasn't attacked him, or even lifted his head from his hands for that matter. He's just sitting there, long hair blocking his face in a filthy room with his rich, bourgeois clothing.

He steps closer to the patient, he can see that he's shaking. He crouches to meet his eyes, but the patient is scared more than anything.

"Hello," he whispers softly, not wanting to scare him more.

"Hi." The patient, much to his surprise, answers. His voice is hoarse and weak.

"I'm here to help you."

"Everyone says that." The patient replies, voice and the energy getting angrier.

"Who is everyone?" He asks, sitting down and facing him. He needs to let him know he isn't trying to hurt him.

"The doctors. The priests. The scientists." The patient shivers. "They wanted to electrocute me, drill holes in my head- I barely made it out alive,"

His breath catches, and the patients lifts his head, revealing his face. His eyes are curious now, but still wet and red.

"What's your name?" he asks the patient.

"You first."

"Will Byers."

"Michael Wheeler," the patient says, and Will thinks it suits him. Michael was an angel, and this one isn't far from that, he thinks. But- he's getting distracted, by Michael's dark eyes and strong nose, making his lips curl into a calm smile.

"Mister Wheeler, I'm not here to do anything those people did."

Michael's expression eased a little, humming.

"What are you going to do, then," he asked, never breaking eye contact.

"Well... your mother called me to perform an exorcism... But I doubt that will be necessary..." he said, careful not to scare Michael.

"You're troubled, and not because of a literal demon," Will tried to make him feel safe, and it was succeeding, since he was no longer trembling. Michael's eyes lit up.

"So. Tell me about this."

"About what..."

"How did you end up here?"

Michael shifted, carefully to not knock over the towers of books.

"They want to kill me, that's how," he whispered. "They don't want me to feel better- they just want me to..." he trailed off, and Will looked at him with understanding.

"To be like them," Will hummed. Michael looked at him again, surprised, and huffed a laugh.

"Yeah." He smiled.

They sat like that in silence for a while, all until the little bit of candle that was still there went out. They both felt like they finally found someone to trust. And it was true.

"You still have to eat." Will said, as the candle flickered out.

"I'm not eating their food." Michael groaned, and Will felt him getting mad again.

"What about someone else's food?" he suggested.

"Well- I- I can't just leave, if that's what you're implying..."

"I can tell them you're- dangerous, or not sane, whatever you want." Michael looked at him, disbelieving.

"I'm a professional. They will believe me." He smiled reassuringly.

"But... how do I know you're not going to hurt me after you take me away? Or actually put me in a facility?"

"I won't. I swear," Will eagerly explained. He will do anything to rid people of their demons, literal and metaphorical- especially Michael. They're alike, and he would regret not helping him for the rest of his life.

"Michael," Will said quietly, after a moment of silence and Michael thinking.

"Listen... They could kill you here," he lifted his gaze to Will's now, eyes wide.

"I know," he matched Will's tone. "I know, I-" and then his breath hitched. His shoulders were shaking uncontrollably, trying to catch his breath to finish his sentence. But he couldn't, all he could get out his throat was sobbing.

Will scooted closer, and leaned on his hand on the floor next to Michael's legs. With the other, he held his arm, dragging his hand up and down soothingly.

That only made Michael cry more, mostly because Will understood him.

He's been soothed by his mother before, after the electro-shock therapy, but she didn't understand that he was crying then because he didn't want to change, not because he wanted to. She cried with him because she desperately wanted him to be a heterosexual, whereas he cried because he was being held tightly by a person that only loved a version of him she had made up in her head.

Michael threw himself at Will, leaning forward and sinking his face into the fabric of his coat. And Will held him just as quickly as he came close, hugging him firmly.

Eventually, Michael stopped. Will didn't know how much time had passed; feeling Michael's whole being so close to him made him feel dazed.

"I'll go with you," Michael said, not pulling away.

"Okay." Will whispered into his ear.

However, neither of them wanted to pull away, so they stayed like that all until they heard mister Wheeler walking down the stairs, presumably wanting to check if something had happened.

Will explained to him that he'd talked to Michael about the demon, but unfortunately couldn't get it out and said he wanted to study Michael and his demon at his own residence.

Mister Wheeler of course agreed, he would try everything without hesitation in order to cure his son of homosexuality; his own words. And so, Michael had escaped his manor prison and begun a new story.

At least Argyle and Jonathan, the manor's gardeners say so.

And Max, whom Will and Michael met when they had first changed location in order for Michael's family to not find them

And El, the owner of a house they stayed at once when running from mister Wheeler's hired hunters.

And Dustin and Lucas, the owners of a pub they sought safety at.

And Jonathan and Joyce, who...

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blahbla blha 20th or 19th or 18th century byler blahblah bla exorcist will but really he's just a therapist looking for people in need blahblablha mike being rejected by his rich family for his homo tendencies blablahbla them running away together lbablaalbabla i love it sm

annnyway in this fic i intended mike to actually be possessed and then he falls inlove wit will and fluff and menace mike but it turned out angsty but anywwway 😋

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idlebeks · 1 year

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Random MDZS Recs Part 2

I found some more gems hiding in my bookmarks. The sheer number of MDZS/Untamed fics that I have found worth bookmarking is kind of remarkable. Part 1 and 2 of these lists make up less than half of the whole selection. This is such a prolific and talented fandom. This is another collection of favorites that I have enjoyed reading more than once, or that were compelling and/or unforgettable in some way. Same warnings as my other lists, all ratings and categories apply with no discernible organization at all.

we're starting at the end by Miss_Enthusiasimal

When Wei Wuxian fell at Nightless City he was, unknowingly to him, brought back in time to when Wen Chao pushed him into the Burial Mounds. Believing himself to be dead, and this afterlife to be some sort of punishment, he resigns himself to a painful existence. Until Lan Zhan and Jiang Cheng rescue him, and he realises he has a chance to change things for the better - if he hasn't messed everything up already.

You are what you eat by deliciousblizzardshark

“What happened to you?” Jiang Cheng demands.

Wei Wuxian sighs. “I already said I don’t know. This conversation is so boring,” he says. “I’m hungry. Can’t we get some food? They’re all too dead,” he adds, flicking a hand at the dead Wen guards, “to be tasty.”

and

Then there’s a sound like someone hacking something up and Wei Ying comes back into the room and, with a very proud expression drops a handful of teeth on the map table. Human teeth. They’re bloody and… wet…

“What?” Jiang Cheng asks. “What’s this?”

“Wen Chao’s teeth!” Wei Ying says proudly.

and

Lan Wangji wants to hold him tight in his arms and cry. He wants to eat him out. He wants to perform an exorcism.

in this place where we don't have a prayer by Cerusee, Mikkeneko

And now it’s time for the canon divergence AU where Jin Zixun has the tactical sense to station archers on both sides of Qiongqi Path for his murder ambush, and Jin Zixuan shows up fifteen minutes late with Starbucks.

Heart and Hand - Daemon AU by updatebug

One month after Wei Ying first disappeared, twelve days since Lan Zhan learned of this and joined the search, Wei Ying's daemon landed in his lap. She was terrified, injured and, most importantly, alone.

She does not know what has happened to Wei Ying. No one does

from the other side of sorrow by Sour_Idealist

Yu Ziyuan cuts off Wei Wuxian's hand. The cultivation world changes.

The One-Body Problem by metisket

The good news is that Lan Jingyi has found a mentor, friend, and constant companion through the difficulties in life.

The bad news is that that’s because he’s been accidentally possessed by the Yiling Patriarch.

Fated Meeting by LtLJ

Lan Wangji had come to Carp Tower to seal an alliance with the Yiling Patriarch, in order to prevent a war the Lan Sect couldn't win. But the deal was brokered by the Jin sect for reasons of their own, and instead Lan Wangji found himself all but coerced into an unexpected marriage.

Ticket to Ride by mistresscurvy

After one final look at the profile photo, Lan Zhan closed Grindr.

"Not even a flame?"

Startled, Lan Zhan turned to his left.

"I know not everyone wants to start chatting right off the bat, but you spent long enough looking at my face," said the man from the app, who was sitting at the bar.

Or: Lan Zhan gets stranded at the airport, decides to scroll through Grindr, and meets someone new.

Where the Lonely Ones Go by CSHfic, VSfic

“When did you arrive?” Lan Zhan asks, but he’s looking at the child in Wei Wuxian's arms, and the question is clearly, whose baby is this, and maybe, should I be concerned?

Accidental (haunted) baby acquisition

Wearing Down Every Bone by CSHfic, VSfic

“Sizhui, tell me,” Wei Wuxian says. “Does this feel... familiar to you?”

After running into Lan Zhan on a night hunt, Wei Wuxian is cursed to live the same day over and over and over.

climbing up that coastal shelf by Sour_Idealist

Jin Ling had begun to suspect years ago that there were parts of his family history that had been crossed out; long streaks of black where Wei Wuxian had been. The truth is more like whole books being brought up from their hiding places again.

Or: Jin Ling tries to figure out what family means, now.

he's still left with the river by Keiya

Jiang Cheng knows that he is dreaming because his silver bell won't make a sound no matter how much Jiang Cheng shakes it. He also knows he's dreaming because Wei Wuxian keeps acting as Jiang Cheng wishes he would, and that has never been a thing in real life.

Jiang Cheng knows he's dreaming. It doesn't help.

when the sun goes out by travelingneuritis

Wei Ying was so strong, that was the thing. He needn't have sought out alternate methods at all. He didn't need to use talismans, he only did it for his own amusement. He invented new ones all the time. Useless ones, and silly ones; inventing just for the sake of it. He talked about tech cultivation like it was fun, not an embarrassment.

The stuffed bunny, the beautiful nephew, and other gifts from Lan Qiren by deliciousblizzardshark

Wei Ying was pretty sure his next door neighbor Lan Qiren hated him until he adopted A-Yuan. Now he’s bringing by disgustingly healthy food, taking Wei Ying and A-Yuan to family dinners, and let’s not even mention the nephews he keeps hinting Wei Ying should meet. Is it possible Wei Ying, consummate orphan, has found a family in his grumpy old neighbor?

The Children's Crusade by natcat5

Innocence isn't the only thing to die in war. Propriety is the last thing on the minds of the teenaged generals, the orphan clan leaders of the Sunshot campaign.

Jin Guangshan is the only leader who ascended as an adult, who didn't have his parents murdered by the Wen, who didn't come of age during a war. The last adult standing, the only one with experience and age. He assumes this will put him in the most advantageous position, once the war ends. That the infant leaders of the other clans will gladly fall into step within his shadow.

He is wrong.

Star Cluster by hypermoyashi

Born within the Empire are those who were able to break the confines of the possible and soar through the air with the strength of their minds alone. Wei Wuxian was one of these people, but in honor of his late mother's wishes and fear of the Empire itself, Wei Wuxian kept his feet firmly on the ground.

It wasn't all that bad. At least he had his two siblings to keep him rooted.

We Are the Afterlife by NevillesGran

Jiang Yanli wasn't breathing anymore.

Wei Wuxian lifted the Stygian Tiger Seal above his head and raised every dead thing in Wen Ruohan’s thrice-damned Nightless City.

Every dead thing but one. His sister, he dropped to his knees beside and began drawing every talisman he had ever used on Wen Ning.

A Corpse Called By Name by jaemyun

She loses her brother in a hoard of the undead.

She finds a corpse wearing his face in a convenience store.

The corpse calls her name.

Joy In the Midst of These Things by Glitterbombshell

“Wei Wuxian,” the man grits out, and he pauses with one hand reaching for the door handle. The disciple who had come in to speak to Lan Qiren brushes past him and exits the pavilion without a backwards glance. Wei Wuxian turns back to Master Lan, one eyebrow tilting up in question. “An urgent matter has come up,” Lan Qiren says, every word sounding like it’s being forcibly dragged from him. “His Excellency requests my presence. Their current instructor is ill, I was meant to take over classes for today,” he continues, gesturing towards the tiny juniors. He swallows heavily, and the next sentence sounds bitter. Choked. “I cannot leave them unattended.”

Wei Wuxian just blinks at him.

Wei Wuxian is asked (under duress) to babysit a class of tiny Lan cultivators for just a few minutes. A few minutes turns into an hour, turns into two hours, turns into an impromptu literal field trip and now there's an entire class that is weeks ahead of their curriculum, their most junior disciples have apparently imprinted on Wei Wuxian like baby birds, and Lan Qiren has no one to blame but himself.

Like Arrows Pointing to the Sky by runningondreams

Oneshots from the Sunshot Campaign.

quail by celialoveslwj

“a-Xian,” Jiang Yanli calls, and he races to her, same as he ever has. “Help me with my hair.”

He is gentle, still. He slowly pries every knotted hair strand with the sharp edge of Wen-guniang’s hair stick, whiling away the hours on bent knees, picking through the muck and dried blood as if he had all the time in the world. He asks her now and again how she feels: if she is tired, unwell, or bored in a general way.

Jiang Yanli is dead, and quite literally beyond such trivial things.

She tells him, soft as she is able, that she is well.

or, rather than retaliate against the masses, Wei Wuxian takes Jiang Yanli's body and flees to Luanzang Gang.

one hundred, twenty thousand, thirty million by Mikkeneko

The Untamed... IN SPACE!

A retelling of the xianxia story The Untamed in a futuristic setting where spells and golden cores are replaced with cyberware and computer programming, sects become space stations, swordsmen become fighter pilots, resentful energy becomes killer nanobots, and love and sacrifice and heartbreak... well, they stay just the same.

floodplain (silt) by astronicht

Wei Ying’s neck is twinged because he fell asleep on the sofa watching celebrity dance-offs. His left wrist is twinged because two days ago he tracked down a daolao gui in the underground metro. They throw off venomous darts, and Wei Ying caught one between the two bones of his forearm. Radius and ulna.

(Or, "I need you to come and get me")

#fic recs #mdzs fic recs #the untamed fic recs #mdzs fanfiction #the untamed fanfiction #putting these together is surprisingly fun #i think I may do a list of favorite podfics next #if anyone is interested

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Vol. 16 - The Romance Volume: A Ryuumo Analysis

Part 3.

Hi! This is a direct continuation of ch. 70.

So, on the last part we learned that Ryuuji confessed his feelings to Izumo and that the reason he fell in love with her was because he likes her real self, her heart, her soul.

We are then introduced to Lewin by Mephisto being the annoying know it all that he is. (I'm telling ya, he knows shiet we don't and is so annoying seeing him laugh and smirk at us, I wanna kick his face), anyways. Mephisto introduces Lewin and Ryuuji is impressed by his abilities and power. He gets the opportunity to help him sort his stuff out and Rin offers to tag along.

Lewin tells him that he's a genius because of his memory but Ryuuji doesn't think so.

Even if he has a good memory for exorcism, he feels down because he doesn't have an ambition anymore, there's no point for the good memory if he can't use it for something beneficial.

He comes clean about how the ambition of defeating Satan is pointless.

He's blushing in embarrasment while telling Lewin what he realized during the Illuminati Arc, of his ambition having no purpose anymore since everyone already moved forward.

I will have to remind you that all this is still happening on the same chapter where he had the intimate, honest, heart to heart talk with Izumo about their dreams and ambitions, the same day, just like three hours later. We can safely assume he still has that recent conversation in his mind while he's spilling all the beans to Lewin.

If we remember what was said during that conversation, Izumo has nothing else to do now, her only goal is simply to become an exorcist, she has no reason to have an ambition, she got nowhere else to go and lost everything, but for Ryuuji is another case: he thinks he needs a reason, a purpose, an "ambition".

Just like how he tells Lewin that an ambition becomes the strenght to move forward.

But Lewin laughs at him and tells him he has everything backwards, using the great examples of "do you need an ambition to eat or take a shower?"

Ryuuji gets embarrassed and asks him what is his reason to become an exorcist. Lewin, after playing with him a little, answers him honestly with the following sentences, that if we follow up with the Ryuuji and Izumo conversation and storyline it would go like this:

He already has his reason to do things, is just that he hasn't realized it yet. He's only seeing the surface of it (the 'gotta rebuild the temple', 'gotta reunite my family', etc), but after stripping the many layers of his reason, his 'ambition', he was left with nothing else but love.

On a surface level you could say he was doing it to reunite and rebuild Myo Dha, on a deeper level he was doing it for the love he has for his family.

The same reason Izumo became an exorcist: for the love she had for her little sister, for her family, the same reason as him. That's the reason he fell in love with her: because of her heart, her soul, her real self. They both share the same core reason for doing things: for love.

That's why he begs Lewin to take him as his apprentice: he has never had so much clarity in his life, about such deep topics (the future plus romance), but what Lewin simply did was describe his current situation, lay bare in front of him his reason and Ryuuji was able to realize it all by himself.

This is what a mentor, a guide, a teacher should do.

He didn't give Ryuuji his reason, he helped him find it.

That reason being:

Love.

Something that was established since he was a child, with him feeling angry at the disrespect and mistreatment his family and MyoDha received for the consecuences of being burned by Satan.

The same reason Izumo shares with him, the one we see explicitly described and mentioned in the culmination of her arc.

With her repeating how much she actually loved them (her friends, her family, her familiars, the young lady that tried to help her), and would do anything for them, but because of the circumstances she was surrounded with and was forced to face...

Izumo, as an 11 year old child, took the hard decision of building up walls around her heart to try to protect herself from going through the pain and suffering of having people she loves and trusts being ripped away from her and turning against her, because trusting others is what led her to have her little sister being taken away from her arms, to have her family broken apart.

The decision she learned she didn't have to do ever again, now that she has friends that would do anything to help her.

Ryuuji was able to realize that they both shared the same reason to do the things they were doing, the reason he inadvertenly ended up loving from Izumo, the reason both share in their hearts, which is:

Doing it all for love.

He blushes, as Lewin uses the word "like" for his reason to become an exorcist, when he connects everything about himself and his real reason for doing things.

He's connecting the last part of Lewin's small list to himself and Izumo, of how the reason he was doing things was because of his love for the people close to him, the same reason as Izumo, as well as it being the same reason that he liked about Izumo and made him blush for her behind the hospital room and subsecuently confessed it to her in the balcony.

He found his reason to do things (love),

which he shares with this girl (being love as well),

and that's the reason he likes her (that he also confessed to her).

Ryuuji and Izumo do everything for love. And is something they have noticed and like from each other, this last part at least is true from Ryuuji's side, we still need to see Izumo liking that side of Ryuuji even though she already knows that he cares deeply about his family and friends, and she will do anything to protect him and her friends from the people who wish to hurt them.

And just to end this chapter, the last thing Ryuuji thought was this:

Remember how he, from the beginning of the manga, was hellbent against wanting anything related to love? Anything related to relationships, girls, dating, romance..?

And now he ends his part of the chapter with such a classic trope of the guy that was unaware of his own feelings now facing and realizing them in such an impactful way while still not completely understanding them because is such a new topic and a foreign feeling for him.

When we know that he never had any interest nor actual romance experience before (aside from love letters), he's in shock and completely baffled by his own reactions and feelings, and he's now coming to terms with the fact that he may actually have romantic feelings for a girl.

This is the trope of the guy that has been slowly and unconsciously developing feelings but was too dense to realize it, and after being confronted by them again and again and again and again, suddenly has no choice but to face them, acknowledge that he may in fact have romantic feelings for a specific girl. The one he just told he "liked better this way" three hours earlier, in an honest, sincere way.

And now had a potential teacher, someone with more maturity with ages of experience in topics about self discovery, help him realize by pointing out (in an unintentional way), not just his reason to do things, but also the fact that he had actually been harboring feelings for this girl.

It all led to Ryuuji realizing that he had feelings for Izumo.

A good writer, storyteller, mangaka knows how to imply things in indirect ways, specially when it comes to romance and even more when is a shonen manga in which romance has to be pretty subtle. Here we were directly being told about Ryuuji's reason to do things (love), but it could also be inferred to him realizing his feelings for Izumo. But hey, don't take my word for it, you can simply read the entire manga again, focus on Ryuuji's interactions with Izumo and make something out of it, the easiest and quickest example is on this same chapter, just go to the beginning and see their whole love declaration. That should be enough to at least make you start thinking about the romantic undertones between them.

Anyways,

This whole chapter was about Ryuuji telling Izumo that he liked her better this way, the thing he liked about her was the reason he, hours later, found out was the same reason he did things for and is also something he shared with the same girl he confessed his feelings to.

Everything is interwined, these two are connected in such a deep, intrincate way with internal and external factors that both share and have noticed in each other, from physical to emotional aspects, that is seriously amazing, satisfying and beautiful seeing how their relationship improved and grew to the point of reaching this new stage with a romantic light now shining on it.

Thank you for reading this far!! <3 See you in the next part~!!

#ryuumo #ryuji x izumo #bon x izumo #bonizumo #bomizumo #ryuji suguro #izumo kamiki #aoex #ao no exorcist #ao no exorcist manga #lewin light

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A Thousand Days With You (13)

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"So, what's going on? Not like you to pop in for a chat," Shoko says, as she closes the laptop.

"Something is going on with me," Kento admits. "Ever since that energy massage from Kagome…I have been." He pauses. "It has gotten worse since we went on that mission together."

Shoko raises a brow and crosses her legs. Kento blinks. Normally Shoko wears pants, but she has been wearing more dresses and skirts these days despite how cold her office and the lab are.

"What happened on this mission?"

Kento sighs and looks at the wall behind Shoko. "The curse ripped up my pants and left them a mess around my ankles. It suddenly appeared behind Kagome, so I tried to get to her. She exorcized it easily, but in my haste, I did not account for how my pants were now wrapped around my ankles and I fell forward." He clears his throat. His palms are sweaty. Kento inhales. "I tripped and fell on top of her. And my…penis touched her face."

He glances at Shoko and grits his teeth. "This is not funny."

"I'm sorry," Shoko says, but he does not believe her when she is wiping tears from her eyes. "I'm sorry, that's soooooo." She laughs. "Oh, my Kami, that is so hilarious. Ah, does Satoru know? Were you hard?"

"No!" Kento clenches his fists. Surely, if Satoru knew, he would tease him about it. Wait…why is he calling him by his first name?

Oh dear. This is a problem.

And why is she asking if he was hard? Of course, he wasn't fucking hard. They were on a mission!

"Was she upset?" Shoko asks after a moment, though a chuckle escapes her lips every so often.

"No…Kagome was very understanding." Kento blows out a breath. "The problem is, I was attracted to her the first time we met." He pauses, needing a moment to gather his thoughts. That day, Kagome walked in and for a moment, he thought he had died. The light around her was blinding. And her energy….

Both of Shoko's brows shoot up.

"And then she gave me that energy massage. It affected me differently than everyone else."

"Uh huh," Shoko hums. She places her hands on her knee and interlocks her fingers. "How different?"

Kento swallows. He has come this far. "I could not stop masturbating. Went into overtime that night because I just could not stop. And now I cannot even hold a conversation with her without thinking about that mission." He runs a hand through his blonde hair. "This is not me. It is highly inappropriate. She is my colleague!"

Shoko leans back on the stool. "She is your colleague…but could you be with someone that doesn't know Jujutsu? You'd always be hiding a part of you." She tilts her head to the side. "Though Satoru hasn't been subtle about how much he wants Kagome."

Kento flushes.

Shoko squints and then leans forward. She uncrosses her legs. "This is more than being attracted to Kagome. What else is going on? I am the doctor around here."

Kento opens his mouth and closes it. His heart rate increases. The room is blurry. Is this a panic attack? Is he going to croak?

"Nanami," Shoko calls. "Take a deep breath."

He inhales sharply.

"I can't help if you don't tell me. And you want it, or you wouldn't have come to me."

"I like it," he says, looking at his shoes. "The thought of them together."

"Wait. Pause." Shoko rubs her temple. "Do you want to watch them?"

Kento opens his mouth, but the words fight with one another. There is so much he wants to say, but he does not know where to begin. "Yes," he chokes out. "I can't stop imagining them or how he would take her." These fantasies are nothing more than a curse. They must be. If Satoru knew the thoughts going through his mind, he would kill him.

"Oh…this is a problem." Shoko exhales and then stands. She crosses her arms. "I understand that this is not ideal for you, but there's nothing wrong with being attracted to Kagome or Satoru."

"I'm not attracted to Satoru," he spits out. "It's more about Kagome."

"…Okay, but when you picture someone other than Satoru, how does that make you feel?"

Kento blinks as he imagines Kusakabe and Kagome. He readjusts his glasses and swallows the revulsion. "I hate it." The imagery alone upsets him. But Kagome and Satoru? He sucks in a breath.

"But not if it's Kagome AND Satoru?"

"I think I'm going to vomit."

"If you do, do it outside my office. There are no windows in here to air it out."

Kento sighs. "Is there no cure for me?"

Shoko laughs. "Sure, there is. It's called making a move."

He sighs again. Great, so there is no cure for this ailment. No way is he going to make a move on Kagome. He refuses to leave behind a widow, and dealing with Satoru is a headache. "I understand," he says, dipping his head. "Thank you for…. your confidentiality."

Shoko stares at him and then snorts. "Yeah, yeah." She waves him off. Kento sucks his teeth. Shoko will not say anything to Satoru, right? She stands and stretches her arms over her head. No, Shoko is not like Satoru. She would not go around telling everyone's business. He dips his head again and heads out of the room.

Kento halts at the sight of Kagome in a pair of green fitted yoga pants and a long-sleeved green top to match. This is the first time he has ever seen her in pants. He blinks. Those can hardly be considered pants though with how tight they are. Kento clears his throat and fidgets with his cuffs. "Good morning, Kagome."

"Kento!" she chimes. "I've been looking for you." She holds out the basket and removes the covering. His mouth waters. Muffins? "I figured this was close enough to bread, but easier for me to share with everyone."

"You baked me muffins?"

She hums in acknowledgment. "Yep! I felt bad since we haven't really seen each other since that mission, so I thought you'd like these."

His ears burn. "I…thank you."

"Sure—" she pauses and looks over her shoulder. Kento's brows furrow together, and he looks over to see what has caught her attention.

Oh.

Satoru.

Kento sighs. Great. Must Satoru lurk behind every corner? Doesn't he have missions? Or students to teach?

"Satoru, what are you doing?" Kagome asks.

"I was just in the area," Satoru quips, strolling forward. Kento's back straightens. "Here ya go, Na-na-mi," Satoru coos, but the smile on his face is nothing but teeth. "I thought you'd like to keep some extra pair of pants on you. You know, in case you have any more unfortunate accidents. I'm sure it was an accident." Satoru thrusts the pairs of pants into Kento's arms.

He grits his teeth. He does not need any more pants. And he certainly doesn't need any that Satoru purchased.

"You baked muffins and didn't share with me?"

"I wanted to make sure Kento got his first, since I baked them with him in mind," Kagome says.

"With him in mind?" Satoru stares at Kento. "I'm hurt. You didn't think about me."

Kento's nostrils flare. He is getting sick of Satoru's shit. His fingers tighten around the pants. There must be at least twenty pairs of pants in his arms.

"Would you like a muffin, Satoru?" Kagome sighs.

"Yes, I would love to eat your muffin."

Kento swallows. His body is hot. He turns his head in case his cheeks are red. He needs to get out of here. Far away from Kagome. Kento clears his throat. "Don't you have missions today?" A rhetorical question because Satoru has missions every day.

"I'm never too busy to see Kagome first thing in the morning."

"You saw me yesterday."

"I didn't see you in yoga pants. If I went to my mission first thing, I wouldn't have gotten to see this or eat your muffin."

Kento exhales. "You should treat your job more seriously. Kagome is your coworker, not your wife."

Kagome blinks. Satoru freezes with the muffin close to his mouth. He lowers the muffin and slides his blindfold down with his free hand. Kento stares back unflinchingly.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're jealous I get to eat Kagome's muffin."

"Don't be ridiculous," Kento scoffs. "She offered them to me first."

Kagome scratches her head. "Guys, I can always make more if you want seconds."

"Thirds too," Satoru quips, but he does not look at Kagome.

Kento swallows, though he does not break eye contact. His gut tightens. His heart races. His cock is half hard, and he's losing his sanity. This is madness. Satoru has always gotten on his nerves or played tricks on him, but he has never stared him down before as though he is nothing more than a curse user.

No.

Satoru is staring him down like he is nothing more than a curse. Bothersome. Kento inhales and tries to gain his bearings back. This will not do. He needs to gain control of the situation.

"So, what's with the workout clothes?" Satoru asks, though he continues to stare at Kento.

"I'm working with the first years and the second years in the afternoon. We're gonna do some stretching, mediation, and see if we can't work on some incantation-less veils."

"…. Stretching?" This time, Satoru looks at Kagome. "What time? I could help you stretch."

Kento presses his lips together and sneaks away while Kagome lectures Satoru. He clutches the pants close to his chest. Something urges him to look back. Maybe it is the weight of the stare on his back that prompts him to do so. He turns and his heart damn near leaps to his throat. Satoru kisses Kagome, but his eyes hone in on Kento.

A warning.

His body trembles and to his revulsion, it is not out of anger or even fear, but of lust. His mouth parts, though he forgets how to breathe. Satoru's eyes narrow and when he breaks the kiss, Satoru tilts his head to the side. Assessing.

Does he know? Kento takes a step back. Satoru wraps an arm around Kagome, but his hand drifts dangerously close to her ass. Kento closes his mouth, but his eyes drift to where Satoru's hand is and then back to Satoru's face. There is no way Satoru knows the thoughts running through his mind. Kento barely understands the depravity in which his mind is drenched in. He needs to get away. Go to his office. Go do a mission. Do something other than stand here like a pervert watching Satoru and Kagome kiss.

Kagome pushes Satoru back and she must be telling Satoru off because his shoulders droop, and he pouts. Kagome shakes her head and, to Kento's horror, she turns and notices him. She waves an arm in the air and heads his way.

Shit.

Running away is not an option. He does not get off on being rude to others like some people. But he also cannot handle another confrontation either. He swears it happens in slow motion. How did he lose a pair of pants? It must have slipped in his haste to get away, but Kagome is jogging towards him and if she steps on the pants, she might trip and fall. Kento rushes towards her and at the last second, Kagome stops, but Kento cannot.

Oh no.

His fingers are like butter. The pants in his arms slip through his fingers. He tries to grab them but trips over himself.

Oh no.

This is not happening.

Crash.

He lands on his butt, this time with the pants scattered around him. Kento rubs his head and looks up. Kagome startles and then relaxes in Satoru's hold. At least Kagome did not hurt herself. Kento blows out a breath. If he could stop tripping around her, that would be great.

"There was a pair of pants that I dropped," he says, trying to calm himself down. His face is burning. This is beyond embarrassing. This is now the third time he has fallen in front of Kagome. "I was worried you would trip on them and fall."

"What a gentleman," Satoru snarks, "Taking the fall for a lady."

"Well…it's okay. I was going to pick the pants up," Kagome says. She wiggles out of Satoru's hold. "But I ran over to you because you never got one of the muffins." She tilts her head. "Though your hands are full. I can help you carry some of them to your office?"

"Kento is a capable man. He can figure it out."

"Actually, I would like to talk to you. Alone."

"We're all buddies here. Whatever you have to say to Kagome, you should be able to say in front of me."

Kento grits his teeth.

"Satoru, it's not always about you," Kagome lectures. "Behave."

Kento stiffens. Behave? He struggles to his feet. His pants are uncomfortable. Maybe he should give in to Satoru's whims just this one. His cock is half hard and his mind is stuck on Kagome commanding Satoru.

Fantastic.

It is not enough that he cannot get Satoru fucking Kagome out of his mind, but now he is imagining her demanding her pleasure.

"Kento? Are you okay?"

"He's fine."

"I'm fine." He is not fine. He's barely hanging on. His sanity is slipping through his fingers like sand.

"See! He's doing just fine. He doesn't need help, and he doesn't need to talk to you alone."

Kagome rolls her eyes. "Ignore him. Satoru is just pissy today for some reason."

"I'm in a great mood. But if you want to cheer me up, why don't you join—"

"ON MY MISSION!" Kento yells. His ears burn.

Kagome rears back.

Satoru stares at him.

Kento grits his teeth and covers his mouth with his hand as he turns to look at a speck on the floor. "If you want to. I seem to be struggling today and I know you like doing missions."

"…Sure, I can help you. We should go now, so I'm back in time to help the students." Kagome picks up a pair of pants off the floor. "It'll be later this afternoon when Megumi gets out of school. He wanted to learn too, and the others said they didn't mind waiting for him."

"Since when do you need help on your missions?" Satoru scoffs.

"Since when do you?"

Satoru's eyes narrow. The glow of the six eyes is unsettling, but Kento refuses to back down. If he backs down now, Satoru will not stop. No, it will not end here if he submits.

Kento blinks. What the hell is wrong with him? Submit? To Satoru? He runs a hand down his face and counts to three. Pull it together.

"Satoru, I'll see you tomorrow," Kagome says, holding the basket of muffins and a couple pair of pants in her arms.

"Tomorrow?" Satoru whines. "What about tonight?"

"I'll be busy. Don't you have a lot of missions today?"

Satoru twitches. "Busy? Too busy for me?" He pokes his bottom lip out, and Kento is over it. What right does Satoru have to monopolize Kagome's time?

Satoru did kiss Kagome.

Kento presses his lips together and clears his throat. "Ignore him, Kagome. Satoru is unreasonable by nature." He bends and picks up the other pair of pants. His palms are sweaty, but at least his fingers no longer feel like butter. Satoru chuckles to himself and throws an arm around Kento's shoulders.

Kento stiffens.

Satoru presses his face close to Kento's ear and turns them away from Kagome. "Since when do you call me by my first name?"

"You're mistaken. I referred to you as Gojo."

"Uh-huh. Stop falling for Kagome."

Kento shivers and then freezes. "She doesn't need a man-child like you hanging off of her." Kento shrugs out of Satoru's hold and clears his throat. "Kagome, if you would please. At this rate, Sato—Gojo, will not let us go. Some of us take our jobs seriously. Like adults."

Satoru grins, but it is all teeth and if Satoru were a curse user, Kento is positive he would be dead five times over. All these years of fighting curses must have done irrevocable damage to him. He can't possibly be attracted to the thrill of it. To the threat. Going against Satoru is a suicide mission.

And yet.

Kento watches how familiar Satoru touches Kagome and how she lightheartedly shakes him off. Come to think of it, she was covering her shoulders yesterday. At least from what he could see from around the corner. Kento frowns. Shoko's words replay in his mind.

Make a move.

No, he could not possibly do that.

Kagome bumps her shoulder against him and leads the way down the hall to the offices. Kento swallows. Those pants are worse than the skirts she wears. Does she not have a school uniform? He swallows the groan. This is a problem. He just needs to get laid.

Yeah, he is just pent-up. He cannot possibly be entertaining thoughts of Satoru, Kagome, and him together.

"Oh, Nanami!" Satoru calls. "Make sure to carry an extra pair of pants with you. I'd hate to hear of any unfortunate accidents."

Kento hunches his shoulders. It could be worse. At least Satoru does not know how his dick landed on Kagome's face.

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A/N: I hope you had an amazing week and I hope this weekend is even more amazing! If you haven't read the recent side story, we are doing a multiverse event and I'm leaning towards them being canon.

I have seen those fan arts of Nanami getting mistaken for Loid and they are soooo cute! Sidenote, you guys never have to apologize for leaving me long reviews. I eat that stuff up.

"Is Suguru still declaring war?" - We'll see lolol

"How would the guys react to Kagome getting kidnapped?" - I think Satoru would still be pretty composed because he knows how to keep it together. He knows if he loses his head, then that could be fatal. Suguru at this point, would probably send his curses on a rampage to find her. Kento would be pissed and would probably try to work with windows and other law enforcement types to build a case to find her. He isn't as strong as Satoru and Suguru so he would be more detective-like when trying to find her.

My tumblr (author autumn banks) has the original story up. I also have the fanfics on tumblr too.

Next update will be How To Tame and that will be sometime next week. Maybe next Wednesday. Stay healthy. Take your vitamins. Allergy season is almost here. Get plenty of rest. And here's a sneak peek at Satoru and Kento's future relationship since this is leaning more towards poly, but the guys are still focused on Kagome so I guess it's still considered a reverse harem.

"F'uck you," Kento hisses.

Satoru laughs, but it's low. Menacing. He tugs on the tie wrapped around his fist. Kento jerks forward.

"Open," Satoru commands. "If you behave, I might let you fuck Kagome."

Kento scowls. He glances over to where Kagome and Suguru are on the bed, and then back at Satoru.

"Tick Tock," Satoru says. He smirks as Kento opens his mouth. "You're so fucking pathetic," he coos, reaching down and tapping his cock on Kento's lips. "Do it right."

Kento snarls. Satoru rolls his eyes and tugs on the tie again. Kento isn't fooling anyone. Satoru thrusts into Kento's mouth. His nostrils flare. Not better than Kagome.

Shit.

Nothing compares to her, but he'll give Kento a bronze medal for effort.

#crossover pairings #jujutsu kaisen x inuyasha #inuyasha fanfiction #kagome higurashi #getoxkagomexgojo #nanami x kagome #reverse harem #crossposted on ao3 #kagome crossovers

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Opinion #1: You have a good point. It is fucked up for Viv not to tell Sharise and Heather. The reason she hasn't is because she grew up with Vince and Tommy, and the only reason she ever met Sharise and Heather is because of Vince and Tommy, and their years of friendship trump her friendship with Sharise and Heather. Much like Vince and Tommy's friendship with Viv should've overruled their "cheating loyalty" to Nikki because they knew Viv years before they met Nikki.

Opinion #2: Viv has said more times than I can count that she never tried drugs or drinking to cope with her problems because she knew once she started, she would not be able to stop. She's not a liar, no matter how badly you don't buy that she never picked up those habits, because she had enough self-awareness to know that if she decided to try it out she'd get addicted to it and would not be able to quit.

It's not impossible for someone to have a strong enough mind to be friends with/around people who drink heavily and do drugs and never partake in it themselves. Maybe it's not something you could see yourself not able to turn down, but Viv's coping doesn't, and never has, come through drugs or alcohol, and never will.

Opinion #3: Viv did not use Duff. Their relationship was years in the making through him being her go-to and vice-versa. If she just used him to make herself feel better, she'd have no use after their breakup and would only associate with him if it were about their son--if she even decided not to abort their son, who would've also been deemed as an inconvenience in her life since she wouldn't have had any further use for Duff, so why would she put her body through that for a baby that was his, right? She thought she was over Nikki when she started her relationship with Duff. She was gonna file for divorce after the tour and move the fuck on. Nikki's breif death made her realize that she had not handled those emotions like she thought she had.

"I can't begin to put into words how highly you surpassed 'good enough'. Um, my decision to stay with Nikki had absolutely nothing to do with you. That was all me, and issues I thought were resolved within myself that weren't resolved at all, I was just ignoring them." --Vivian to Duff, La Fin

Opinion #4: "If he had been a baby and wouldn't remember his father throwing back Solo cup after Solo cup of vodka, putting cocaine in the end of his cigarette and smoking it, and not acting like himself, I would have just left Monroe in the care of Tansy (since she was fully sober then) and let him stay around for two weeks.But he was four when Duff started speeding down hill, and he was picking up on when his dad wasn't talking right and when he was acting weird, everything he saw that no one knew he was paying attention to...then he'd come back to me and Nikki after visiting and tell us about everything he had absorbed like a sponge: uncle Izzy traveling separately from the band, Dad being really cold and shivering until he got some water, uncle Axl not singing until a lot of people went home...that's when I decided to cut back time spent with his father and accompany him through his visits. [...] When they weren't touring and I didn't have to be around Axl, Monroe and I would stay with Duff for about a week and a half [out of the month]." Vivian, Gateway Drug (Pt. 36)

Opinion #5: Since you implied she uses Monroe against Duff when he doesn't quit drinking and it's "her way or exorcism" when it comes to not agreeing with her friends, if that's the way she thought, she wouldn't have any of her friends. Asking her friends not to blackout drunk, have sex with multiple partners regularly, with no protection, and do hard drugs, does not make her judgemental or holier than thou. That's just her wanting the people she loves to take care of themselves. And she's not constantly harassing them to stop their bad habits, she mentions it every now and then, and doesn't see herself as any better than any of them for not struggling with drugs or alcohol. When she does "preach" at them for it, it's not to let them know she doesn't do those things and they should want to be like her because she's better than them, it's to try to bring to their attention that what they're doing isn't going to end well.

Opinion #6: There is no evidence to support this is gonna happen. Her situation with Duff is way different than her and Izzy. Duff was in love with her during their friendship and acted on it, Izzy's never felt like that for her and at this point, probably wouldn't bat an eye if he had the opportunity to sleep with her. Neither if them have a secret lust for each other because it'd be too weird for them. Izzy's a good friend to her and they love each other (even when he won't admit it) but they never have and never will hookup. She despises fame, especially when her vagina and who she let's inside of it is involved. She's not gonna fuck anybody or even give that impression to anyone just for fame.

"[...] She wasn't a shallow groupie with a hot body and hungry for attention anyway she could get it." --Duff, Gateway Drug (Pt.33)

If you do not like my character that much, do not read the story, or maybe write your own story with a perfect OC character who's not like the other girls🥺🥺🥺then send me the link so I can take notes on how to write a completely boring, undeveloped, unseasoned, one dimensional, "being put in my place with hot, rough, romanticized-heroin-addiction sex, is my personality trait, so pick me!", Mary Sue.

God bless🥰

#gateway drug

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