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cursedcola · 2 years

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A Hopeless Lovestory: Malleus Draconia x Reader

A/N: Piggybacking off of my “Malleus is exactly like Gomez Addams as a partner,” post. Why? Because I will die with this. This is Malleus, or at least my interpretation of him. Yes yes, I love picturing him as the cute dorky fae that’s behind with tech times and wants friendship. It’s cute. But this? This. I stand with. Man lives in Victorian Fae land, surrounded by dark magic, will never work a day in his life, and is a hopeless romantic. This is my tribute to how much of a SIMP Malleus is.

From the moment he saw you, he was utterly entranced. Naturally he hid his affections for a time, as a man only grovels when given permission. He had not once yearned for another until you. Never felt blood run through his veins like wildfire against his cold skin. Merely being in your vicinity makes him wish to be in constant contact

The moment you appeared in the outer garden that fateful night. In his once secret escapade, surrounded by fireflies and gleaming with an otherworldly aura. He did not miss the fear in your eyes at his appearance, yet you did not fear him - no, you were merely startled.

Yet for a brief moment, his heart shuddered in tune with your surprised yelp. The way your cheeks flushed a brilliant hue and pupils doubled in size. Lips slightly parted and a bit chapped from the crisp night air.

Vulnerable. At his mercy. In that moment Malleus knew, he would soon court you.

He merely bides his time, waiting painfully long for you to discover his true identity. Yet, love is torture. Sweet, blissful torture that he absolutely relishes in. Your words ebb at his heart with a searing blade and it feels divine.

"Tsunotaro" he wants to hear his name, Malleus, fall from your lips. Yet the pseudo-name is a badge of honor, and he wears it pridefully.

The day comes when you find out his identity - and he wastes no time in requesting your courtship. You do not understand the absolute agony he has undergone while waiting. To not openly love? A sin. Not the Briar Valley way, and surely not befitting of a Draconia. He has passed the first trial of waiting for your hand, and now is willing to be destroyed further on the path to becoming your lover.

and yes, courtship is necessary. He would ask permission of those you hold dearest, as is noble custom. Alas, you have come to Twisted Wonderland alone and so -

Ah - - the feral beast and first-year guardsmen do indeed exist. Alright, merely another hurdle to prove his love. He will shower them all with riches and offerings to win their approval. If that does not work?

Well, the Draconia do not give up. He is not adverse to more, let's say, macabre methods of welcoming them into his inner circle. Pray tell Sir Grimm, will unlimited tuna suffice or would you like to decide the matter over chess? Oh no, not the boorish tabletop game. Malleus was thinking along the lines of live-action; where is the fun without a little adrenaline rush?

Your world is suddenly turned awry. Every meal is prepared with the highest quality ingredients, a new jewel adorns your figure every day - if it shines too bright, he discards it for over shrouding your beauty. If it is too dull? He scorns the seller for thinking such dreary gems could we worthy of touching your skin. Fresh flowers coated in pixie dust appear at your door every morning, and make your entire body glisten when tucked behind your ear or in your hair.

Any interest you have he is suddenly a connoisseur in. Even if it is not something he enjoyed before, now he does because you love it. As money is no obstacle, he often funds your hobbies while hiring private tutors to become involved. You enjoy gardening? Suddenly, he is raising many Venus fly traps. They remind him of your relationship, and how you managed to lure him in just enough to strike. To you, he is merely one possible prey in thousands. To him, you are an irresistible temptation that he willingly offers himself to.

You enjoy art? Allow him to take you on a tour of all the paintings in his mansion. You can admire them together, sipping on light alcohol and existing under the dim moonlight shining through the open windows. Allow him to paint you. He will practice for hours to get every feature right, and will allow no other to attempt. Only he can stare at you for so long.

What of music? Would you be willing to waltz on the day, across the velvet carpet of his bedroom floor as music drifts in from the orchestra in the garden. Lay your head against his chest as he hums along, listening as the vibrations of his vocal chords mix with his erratic heartbeat - which can only be steadied by your gentle caress.

or do you take to sport? He is quite the active fellow. Apprehensive to dangerous activities, his heart stills as you fly through the air racing on your broomsticks, nearly running each other out of the sky. Or as steady jabs hit too close to dangerous zones during swordplay.

Yet the fright is exhilarating all the same, keeping his lust for your company alive

He is at your beck and call. As he will be your king.

Malleus continues with his courtship until the end of your final year at Night Raven College. His graduation occurred long prior, yet he spends more time at the school than at Briar Valley.

"A moment without you is a moment spent in purgatory," no noble or advisor could keep him in the valley beyond his duties. Even then he did not want to perform, and often was caught penning lovesick letters to send your way. A master magician turned into a functionless machine.

Said advisors dared not to question their master's choice. Not after fair warning from general Vanrouge and threats of the Draconia bloodline running dry.

After graduation awaits a carriage. At the coach's seat is Silver, sitting atop your favorite cheeky murderous vampire (soon to be step-father), and in front is Sebeck. The moment you step outside all three are kneeling at your feet with one hand on their chest.

Out steps Malleus, eager to welcome you to life beyond NRC walls. With a vast new world to explore, he senses your wings just beginning to spread for flight. It is then he strikes, dismissing his found family and kneeling at your feet. He takes your hand and produces a singular blood-red rose from thin air. Thorns still attached and stem long. He holds it out and requests you as his lover.

"I dare not clip your wings at first flight, yet can I trust in your homecoming to my side on land?"

You take the rose gently from his fingertips, and as the thorns prick your skin he smells fresh blood. Another trail surpassed, and he cannot fathom a life without you in it. Still kneeling on the floor, he takes your hand and places a soft kiss on each knuckle.

You become the lover of the future king. His weakness, and bargaining chip. Malleus's devotion to you is unquestionable and known throughout his entire kingdom. You would one day become their (King/Queen/Ruler), and any who dared to speak against it were snuffed before rumors could reach your ears

Malleus has his study extended to accommodate two. It is the only way he works proficiently, guided by the sound of you going about your own responsibilities across the room. He'd prefer you to never lift a finger - for you to be spoiled. Alas, you insist and who is he to deny? Especially when you are studying his native tongue to better communicate with his people

Well, that is the reason you gave. He knows better.

“Mon amour, je t'adore. Je tuerais pour toi. Je mourrais pour toi. Quoi qu'il en soit, c'est le bonheur”

Malleus insists on speaking to you in French. Not only because it is the language of his people, but because he delights in the way it sends a shiver down your spine. Your unhinged pleasure from the vibrations of his voice as he places kisses along your arms - he knows what it does to you.

After all, it has the same effect on him. Whether you reciprocate in his preferred language, or another that you've chosen to study. Somehow he knows exactly what you're saying (magic? who knows)

He cannot share lodgings with you quite yet. Ever the gentlemen, his desire must remain curbed until the day comes when he can chain you to his soul forever. Yet he knows you are not prepared for the process

Yet he does not hold back from sharing his displeasure on the matter. Every night ends with heated kisses at your door. His hands roaming everywhere you’ll allow as he pecks incessantly from your eyes to your cheek to your collar. Torturing himself, knowing that he must let you go in the one room he cannot enter.

You are escorted everywhere in briar valley by him personally or his family. Malleus does not trust anyone other than himself, Lilia, Silver, or Sebeck to keep you safe and happy. His stubbornness has lead to government officials begging you to pacify him, or at least make him complete his work before going out

If you eye anything for the briefest of moments while out, it is being purchased and sent to your living quarters. He has instructed this of the other three as well.

Fresh flowers are cut each morning by his hand. They are arranged in a vase of his choosing and sent to your room along with breakfast. Malleus does not miss a day, and each arrangement has a specific meaning in the language of flowers. He feels extra smitten when you guess correctly.

When at your side, you are his priority in all aspects. If it begins to rain then he enchants a waterproof bubble where you sit. If the ground is dirty, he would rather you step over his coat than tarnish your shoes. If you become tired then he will carry you throughout the kingdom without shame, be it on a stroll or flight. If you wear glasses, then he will always carry a handkerchief for you to clean them.

If you say his tie looks lovely, then suddenly it is his favorite item in the world and he has five exact replicas.

When you share a meal together, he offends his butlers by tending to your every need. Pulling out your chair, pouring your drink, and you are always seated at his side no matter if it is a social gathering or just the two of you

Eventually there will come a day where not only are you a necessity for him, but for his people. When his self-fulfilled prophecy finally becomes reality and his final act of service begins

For Fae, everlasting partnership begins with a quest. The more difficult the quest, the more bountiful the union will be. He had been biding his time for the day you’d ask something of him, and you did not disappoint. As future partner to the King, he would need to complete a life-changing quest in order to wed you

Malleus once again finds himself in a firefly filled garden behind a rickety old dormitory. With stone gargoyle's glaring down at him from each corner, he presents you with the one thing no other in Twisted Wonderland succeeded in doing

A gateway to your homeland. A mirror taken from the very room you once called home. How funny that the most confounded things end up coming with the simplest answers

He gets on one knee, placing the mirror at your feet and pulling a ring from his breast-pocket. Its gem is fashioned from a piece of his personal mage stone, glowing bright green in contrast to the obsidian band it rests within.

“On this night, I ask you to become my beloved. For eternity, until the stars fall from the sky and magma scorns us beneath the earth’s crust. Choose now, to join me in the future or dwell in the past. Know that my heart will beat only for you, in this world or any other,”

Love is pain. A sin. Punishment. Malleus accepted this pleasureful agony the day he laid eyes upon you. He has placed you above all worldly desires.

Now he asks for you to do the same. Destroy the gate you have been searching for and tie your life to his. His quest.

He watches in satisfaction as your foot cracks glass, and slides the ring upon your finger with ease. He eyes the jewel with eyes full of love, knowing that you will never part.

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yuurei20 · 3 months

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Was there still a necktie scene in test novel 2? Thanks and love the translation.

Hello hello!! Thank you for this question! I am so glad that you enjoy the little translated blurbs from the books ♡

Confirming that something is in the novels is a lot easier than confirming something is not because there is always the likelihood that I have just forgotten, so I would like to reread the second novel to be absolutely sure (sometimes scenes that seem to have been removed are actually just placed elsewhere in the story), but I do know that, if there is a necktie interaction between Riddle and Yuuya, it is not in its original place!

Here is the scene in as it is in the second novel (part 1 of 2), overlapped with the pseudo-equivalent parts from Book 2!

"‘—and I guess it’s because I was so surprised, but I didn’t get any sleep at all last night.’

Yuuya recounts the events of the previous night as he gets ready for class, and Grim gives a chuckle.

‘Yuu, you’re such a scaredy cat.’

Grim yawns where he sits upon the bed, opening his mouth so wide it almost seems he could swallow Yuuya’s entire head.

Unlike Yuuya, Grim does not change his clothes in the morning, or wash his face. His morning routine is very quick as a result.

‘Gettin’ all freaked out just ‘cause you ran into some stranger at night. Ghosts are scarier than that, right?’

‘Well, yeah. But I had never seen someone with horns before, so I was surprised.’

As they leave the room and head downstairs, Grim looks back at Yuuya.

‘So what's his name?’

‘He wouldn’t tell me. He said I can call him anything I want. Based on the color of the armband he had, I think he was from Diasomnia.’

A yellow-green ribbon with a black line through it—Diasomnia colors, the same worn by Lilia and Silver. An imposing person like that would hardly be out of place in a dorm overseen by the much-rumored Malleus Draconia.

‘No point in goin’ to look for him, then. I wanted to see a human with horns,’ Grim says. ‘Was there anythin’ else about him?’

Yuuya does not know what to say. It is impossible to express it in words alone.

It was not a beauty that one recognizes at a glance, like that of Leona or Vil, but an otherworldly face with almond eyes that linger in your mind forever. An aura unlike that of anyone else, that none could even hope to attain.

Yuuya does not know if he will ever be able to put into words how he felt in that moment.

As Yuuya grapples with how to explain, Grim quickly makes up his mind.

‘Well, nevermind. Since we don’t know his name, let’s call him Hornton for now.’

‘Hornton?’ Yuuya’s eyes go wide. ‘That’s way too unsophisticated for him! He's sure to get upset.’

‘He’s the one who said to call him whatever, so it’s fine. He’s got no ground to stand on, right?’

‘Well, he did, but…’

Grim seems to have become bored with their discussion. He dismissively responds, ‘Tell me the next time you see that Hornton. I’m gonna make sure he understands real good that Ramshackle isn’t some ruin.’

#twstask #twstnovel2

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anantaru · 2 years

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MOST COMFORTABLE

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — how relaxed heizou feels whenever you‘re warming him up while he‘s practicing for his upcoming performance. (modern au! + rockstar 4nemo au!)

— ꒰ word count ꒱ — 900 words

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ns]fw, fem! reader

if only you would've guessed on how your day would develop today, you would've never thought it'll be on top of heizou's pulsating cock, that was nestled deep inside your ruined cunt.

your arms encircled around his neck for stability, because he himself wasn't even helping you keep your balance, way too busy with practicing for tonight's show. "can't you keep still?", he's blunt with it, really, pushing you down further onto his dick which made you mewl against his ear. "stay like that now."

At this point, you were holding him so close to you, overly surprised that he hasn't complained yet, but it seemed like heizou was way too focused on his usual practice routine.

Moreover, just as you were trying your best to please him, a sharp rattle of drums was suddenly heard from both sides, resulting in you jolting forward, the raw drag of his cock coaxing a broken moan out of your throat with such ease.

"hah—." even though he wouldn't admit it, he was struggling, "fuck, I said don't move." he grunted out as a whisper, barely hearable but very much notable against the shell of your ear.

You didn't say anything - it's not like you were able to say something in the first place by the way his tip was prodding right into your sweet-spot - , your rising body heat melting against his own had you already seeing white, he just felt so fucking good filling you up like this. Both his cum and your slick running down his balls and staining his pants but heizou didn't seem to care at all.

He let go of his drum sticks for a moment to grab onto the soft flesh of your ass, properly positioning you on his length again with a rather annoying look on his face. You were straddling his hips, a panting mess with your skin glistering a thin layer of sweat. Heizou saw the tiredness in your eyes and quietly moved towards your face, placing a small peck on your pouting lips so you'd give him attention.

"I'm almost, fuck." -his gaze briefly shifting to his cock getting sucked deep inside your needy cunt and letting out a heavy breath from deep inside his gut-, "-almost done, hold tight for me." your eyes making acquaintances with his pseudo innocent smile that he so cheekily presented to you - he was way too good at this - you figured.

He shifted in his seat before feeling your pussy tighten up around him again, grabbing him rapidly in which he grunted under his breath, holding your hips down so you'd stop moving. At this point you weren't able to compose yourself anymore, every single movement of heizou would make you moan or whine out.

He slowly grabbed a hold of your ass to pull you up slightly, his mouth agape as he dragged his cock inside of your cunt and hitting every single sweet-spot you had.

This, of course, pulled a grin from him, who loved seeing you desperate, "what is it?" asking innocently and batting his eyelashes at you, his gaze never shifting from your downright pornographic expression. "You've been so good." he coed, swallowing the access spit in his mouth and slowly closing the distance between your lips, "maybe I should give you what you desire." ending his sentence with a wink.

You, -on top of him breathed heavily-, seemingly tired and spacey as you were feeling his breath against your face.

You whimpered out his name -it being the only thing you could get out of your throat- and dropping your whole weight back on his lap, making the man -who a minute ago thought he was in control- let out the probably most beautiful moan in existence. He hardly gave you time to celebrate your small victory against his dominant aura as he settled his digits against your thighs, digging further into the flesh of your skin and suddenly thrusting up your heat, pubic bone hitting against your hole over and over again.

You tried to squeal out something, a moan of his name or anything but the words that did come out were all mindless blabbering falling deaf to his ears. You couldn't take it anymore, body way too sensitive from all the teasing beforehand as you let out a sharp cry while heizou continued to fuck up deep inside of you, fastening his pace with every thrust.

The ache for desire between your legs long gone as you felt your climax slowly built up in your gut, gradually coming closer while holding tight onto heizou to keep your balance. Your fingers finding refuge in his unruly hair, pulling harshly on his strands.

The way you tugged and grabbed on his hair spurred him on even more to continue to drag you against his angry cock, a broken moan leaving his lips. It only took a few more times before you unraveled on top of him, cumming on his dick and coating him with your slick. Your thighs squeezed around either side of his hips as heizou's speed never faltered, soon after cumming himself and painting your insides with brought strokes of white ribbons, pushing you against his chest while relishing in each others afterglow before he had to leave. <3

ꗃꠂꠥ rockstar!au series.

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azqope · 2 years

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quality time!

step brother!sukuna x reader

word count: 3.7k

warnings! female reader, pseudo incest (step sibling incest), noncon, dubcon, noncon somnophilia, groping, dry humping, choking, forced orgasm, unprotected sex, creampie, blackmail & threats, rough sex, hair pulling, degradation, obsessive sukuna

sukuna becomes your new step brother. you think he hates your guts, but you couldn't be more wrong.

part one.

your mother, at her grown ass age, got remarried to another man. ah, well, not to mean that you oppose the idea of her having a partner or anything. just… why did it have to be the father of someone you know from college? of course she couldn’t keep him as a boyfriend, it just had to be marriage. you’re used to this now, seeing as this is the fourth one.

attending the wedding was awkward enough, but then they had the audacity to pick a new home for the new “happy” family to move into together. your now step brother, sukuna, didn’t even bother to attend the ceremony, but he was there during the whole moving process, albeit wearing a bitter and indignant expression the entire time.

you knew him before the whole marriage thing, since he’s a senior at your college. notorious for his remarkable face tattoos, easily getting underneath different girls’ skirts, and his violently menacing aura.

though you’d never ran into him much. only heard about him from rumours… he’s some business major, if you recall correctly? presumably to inherit the company that his father runs, in the future.

your friends have teased you a lot about it, the whole “getting frisky with your step bro” joke, some even going as far as to say that they were jealous, but you merely rolled your eyes at them. sure, sukuna was a bit of an eye candy but surely nothing was to happen between you and him.

matter of fact, you’re convinced that he absolutely despises your guts.

it seems he mostly ignores your presence whenever you’re around. otherwise, most of his responses consist of him scoffing or staring at you with a deadpan expression. you can never tell what’s in his mind. well, not that you care much. you’re always busy studying in your room, or hanging out with friends - so you’re not home much anyway.

and neither are your parents, since they both work. as for sukuna, despite having lived with him for a few months now, you don’t know shit about his everyday schedule.

today’s a lazy sunday, and it’s one of those rare days where you happen to have no plans with anyone, nor have the will to study. you’re laying across the large sofa in the living room, watching whatever’s on the tv. your mom’s out on a date with your step-dad. they let you know that they were gonna be home late.

you let out a loud yawn, and switch the channel to something even remotely more interesting. not long after, the rough jingling of keys can be heard from the entrance door, causing you to discreetly peer at it. sukuna is the one to walk through, slipping out of his shoes and shoving the keys back into his pocket at the same time.

you get a tad bit more self conscious, but you don’t spare him a second glance, and neither does he. he heads upstairs immediately, and you relax a bit.

maybe you ended up relaxing a bit too much… you soon begin to fall asleep on the sofa.

having finished up his shower, sukuna heads back downstairs to see you snoozing away in the living room. paying you no mind at first, he walks into the kitchen where he takes a large swig from a cold water bottle. and then from there, he seems to be constantly giving your sleeping self side glances.

he finds himself approaching you quietly, bottle still in hand. inspecting your peaceful face, observing your hands - one of them resting on your stomach and the other limply holding onto the tv remote control, and your bare legs… sukuna takes one last gulp from his water as his cock twitches in his shorts.

your step brother doesn’t hate you. that’s only what you think. in actuality, it’s quite the opposite.

he thinks about you every night. every night, he’s cooped up in his room, abusing his fleshlight to the thought of fucking you over and over. his cock seems to ache at the thought of you - it’s a wonder how he hasn’t made a move for months into living under the same roof. sukuna doesn’t know what started this little obsession, but once he’d started thinking you were cute, he just couldn’t stop himself from lusting after you.

he’s really trying to keep it together and not sleep with the one who’s his step sister, but goddamn, you make things really difficult for him, don’t you? sleeping out in the open with your legs spread apart, so vulnerable. it’s like an open invitation in his eyes.

the sofa dips as his weight is pressed onto it - and he hovers over you, grabbing the remote from your hand to turn off the tv. but upon doing that, he notices how familiar this position is, his chest looming over yours while his crotch brushes up against your ass.

sukuna hitches in a breath, and once the tv is off, he keeps himself in the same position, pondering on what to do. the temptation is so heavy. a calloused hand comes to lightly massage your breast. you’re not even wearing a bra.

looks like he’s got himself an absolute whore of a little sister, huh? and…another thing about you is that you’re quite the heavy sleeper. you don’t budge even when you’re being groped like this.

unable to resist, yet not being as reckless as to rip your clothes off and stick his dick into you right then and there, he grinds himself against you, encouraging his bulge to get bigger.

“fuck…” he says under a low breath. the grinding gets more intense, and he pushes your legs up so he can dry hump you better. sukuna thinks about how good it’d feel to fuck his seed into you, and feel you cum around him. or how he wants to shove his fat cock into your mouth, and then give you a nice throatpie.

the thought of it all makes him shudder, and he’s panting heavily now as he rubs his erection into your ass, getting off from the stimulation. his hips mimic desperate thrusts - and the wild fantasies help him get closer to his orgasm. he can feel the sticky spot on his boxers that’s now wet with his precum. it would, under normal circumstances, be uncomfortable as hell - but right now, all it’s doing is providing him with better friction.

he soon reaches an explosive kind of release, groaning hoarsely. right into his underwear. he cums loads, too. he wishes he could’ve done it inside you. there’s now an odd silence permeating the living room, besides the noise of sukuna catching his breath. his ears are ringing from the heat, and now that his high is fading away, he thinks this is rather embarrassing.

sukuna heads upstairs once again, and locks himself into the bathroom, checking underneath his boxers to see the mess he’s made. cumming in his shorts, like some virgin.

“fuckin’ gross,” he grunts, cleaning himself up. he discards that pair afterwards.

when you wake up, the sun’s already gone and you’re shrouded with darkness. you rub your eyes groggily, sitting up. you notice the tv is turned off…did you do that before taking your nap?

***

over the next few days, sukuna remains restless, having his urges be increased tenfold. instead of relieving him, what he did had the opposite effect - he can’t stop thinking about how it just wasn’t enough, the way he could only get himself off on your ass.

it’s 1am right now, and everyone in the house is presumably fast asleep, except for him. he tosses and turns in his bed, wondering if he should go out to hook up with another chick for the night. ugh, but he doesn’t feel like getting dressed. his throat is dry.

sukuna steps out of his room, only to slowly stop in front of your door. he looms before it, and his shadow casts upon the door frame. hand reaching out to grab the knob, he takes a breath in. if it’s locked, i’ll leave, he thinks. however when he twists it, the door opens smoothly. you’d forgotten to lock it tonight.

his heart begins to race, the familiar twitch ringing in his cock unexpectedly. his nose is hit with the scent of your room, drawing him further towards you. he closes the door behind him and leans against it, the back of his head hitting the hard surface.

you’re sleeping so soundly, completely unaware of the intruder in your room. and it’s not his first time here. sukuna remembers overhearing you complaining to your mom about your missing underwear pieces… guess who the culprit of that was? god, even sukuna thinks that move of his was quite scummy. that’s what you do to him. reduce him back to becoming some horny teen.

…yes, it’s all your fault. you’re the one tempting him. like a little minx. always wearing those slutty shorts and skirts around the house. shamelessly showing off your cleavage, and at times not even wearing a bra, flaunting to the whole world your nipples that jut erotically through your shirt.

just thinking about it makes his dick leak more precum. sukuna walks over to your bed and climbs in, various thoughts running in his head. when he takes the covers off of you, the sight of that lewd body of yours tantalises him. running his hand under your shirt, he takes your pants off entirely, and then your underwear.

once he lowers his shorts, his hardened cock springs up with a glistening tip. aligning himself against your hole, his heart races so violently that he thinks it might burst any second now. it’s your fault for leaving your door unlocked. your fault for tempting him. your fault for letting your guard down.

“all your fault,” he whispers, before slowly slipping himself in. and once he starts pushing in, he can’t stop. you’re so warm and so tight. when you remain still, he is mildly surprised how you didn’t stir from someone of his size. works better for him though. he’s completely inside now, and he sighs contentedly as he slowly slides in and out, cock throbbing endlessly.

“fuck… i-” sukuna says, before his hips just start moving on their own. he prods against your cervix with each thrust, and watches as you slightly wince in your sleep. “you feel it? that’s all me,” he says, panting, “shit… shit- you feel so good.”

he grabs your breast and squeezes, continuing to assault your sweet little cunt while you remain unconscious. sukuna already feels close to his orgasm, and his pace gets a little rougher. he can’t help himself – the slow pace isn’t doing enough for him. such a thought causes him to ram himself into you a little bit harder. and it’s enough to stir you awake.

confused, you open your eyes to the familiar tattooed face above yours, all the while his hips push into yours repeatedly. it takes you a second to realise what’s happening.

“what- what the fuck! you-” his large hand comes to clamp over your mouth, silencing you. the other hand holds your wrists together above your head.

“not now… i’m almost-” he grunts, his thrusts never stopping. fuck it, since you’re awake, there’s no use in trying to be careful anymore now, is there? you make a noise of protest against his palm as he starts pounding mercilessly, making you arch your back and bringing tears to your eyes. he feels every moan and squeal you let out against his hand.

“relax. you don’t want mom and dad to witness me fucking you raw in your room now, do you?” sukuna tells you breathily into your ear. there’s the erotic squelches that your pussy makes each time he rams himself into you, and there’s also the paced creaking noises coming from the bed as sukuna rocks his hips back and forth.

“gonna cum…gonna cum right into your baby bank…” sukuna drawls, panting. you try to tell him no, but his hand prevents you from saying a word.

and so, he forces his tip past the entrance of your womb, and releases a thick load into you, his balls tightening.

“haah…fuck!” he groans, letting himself go, and pushing his face into your chest. you feel the pulsing of his cock, spurting into your poor, abused cervix as he floods your walls.

he released inside… is all you can think, breathing frantically through your nose as he still hasn’t removed his hand from your mouth. he heaves against you, and when he eventually pulls out, a glob of his seed comes oozing with it.

sukuna gets off of your chest, and looks down at the mess he’d made of you, with half-lidded eyes. he’s gotten his hand off your mouth, but you’re too beat to start yelling at him yet. your wrists are still held together.

dick beginning to harden once more, sukuna finds himself lining it up to your cunt, and pushing it back in completely with one go. he slaps his palm back over your mouth again.

“more… give me more,” he growls, eyes looking feral. you give out strained screams against his hand and he grips onto you tighter, cock going back to slamming into you aggressively. tears blur your eyes from pain and pleasure as you’re forced to do nothing but take what he gives you.

“i shoulda done this from the beginning,” he slurs, looking into your tear-filled eyes, “it’s unhealthy to keep holding back – don’t you agree?” you whimper, and it sounds so pitiful, but that earns nothing but a sadistic grin from him. he can’t stop himself from moving inside you, and he believes you don’t want him to leave either, judging from the way your cunt keeps sucking him, coating his cock with your slick.

“shit… goddamn, i’m losing my mind,” he mumbles, absolutely pussy drunk.

sukuna gets even faster, and the feeling of his heavy balls slapping against your ass becomes so prominent, you’re afraid that your mom will hear the lewd pap pap pap noise from the other room. every little whine you make makes his dick pulse all the more harder. he eventually replaces his hand with his lips, being quick as to not allow any momentum for you to scream out, by shoving his tongue into your mouth.

the rhythm from his thrusts starts to fall apart as he gets close once again, completely consumed by his own pleasure, his tip hitting against the entrance to your womb, thick cock forcing itself past your tightening walls. sukuna’s hand that had been covering your mouth comes to wrap itself around your throat instead, pressing on slightly, inducing a panic-stricken face from your part.

“cumming… take it like a good girl,” he pants, withdrawing from the kiss. when he pumps your cunt full with his second load, he shuts his eyes tight and is barely able to contain a loud groan by biting onto his lower lip harshly.

you go completely limp, fatigued but feeling good somehow, and as your arms relax, sukuna releases his grip to reveal the bruises on your wrists from his strong grasp. he adjusts his hips so that he’s in your deepest spot possible, as his cock uncontrollably releases without end, twitching like it was relieving itself of all the piled up frustrations of his previous suppressions.

you yourself get lost in your orgasm, pussy thrumming around his dick as you try to breathe properly through his hold onto your throat. the hot feeling inside spreads, and you can feel every strong spurt of cum against your walls, like you’ve never experienced before.

the two of you remain silent for a few more minutes, resting from the physically straining session you just had. as you’re piecing together what had just gone down between you and your step brother…it sends more confusion to your mind than ever. you thought he’d hated you this whole time. you’re starting to think if this is some kind of dream.

all of those thoughts get pushed aside when sukuna begins to slowly thrust again.

“...no… why are you still–” you stare in horror and protest. “i should take as much as i can, when i have the chance,” he tells you, giving you a lust-ridden smirk.

“my dear little step-sister.”

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sukuna has been in the best of moods, recently. he whistles and hums around the house, and it gets your parents staring at him in awe. his body feels incredibly lighter.

you, on the other hand, are exhausted. from losing sleep and having your body bruised up and used like a fleshlight. he’d taken videos and pictures of himself fucking you senseless, and threatens that if you keep your door locked in the night, he’d spread ‘em everywhere like wildfire. he would’ve preferred not to use such a petty method, but he can’t have you slipping out of his fingers now.

almost everyday, he sneaks into your room at ungodly hours of the night, to do another indecent thing to your body… add another bruise or hickey for you to hide the next day.

and what bothers you the most, is how uncharacteristically nice he acts towards you now. definitely nothing alike to the person who used to ignore and act indifferent to you during those first few months - and you’re starting to miss those days.

so, of course, when your parents announce that they’re going on a three month long vacation, you drop your spoon at the dinner table, while sukuna’s eyes light up with an impish nature.

“wha- are you serious?” you ask with nothing short of a horrified expression. “that sounds like a good idea. you guys deserve a good break,” he speaks with that fake ass smile of his, which gets you gritting your teeth. “thank you sukuna,” your mom says, paying no mind to your opposition.

“your dad and i will take this chance to just relax, go sightseeing and spend some quality time together! we’re both looking forward to it,” she continues. sukuna’s father places his hand upon hers, and they smile at each other, oblivious to your terror.

“quality time, huh?” sukuna repeats, his lips creeping up into another awful smirk. “that sounds exciting.” and then, under the table, he gently caresses your inner thigh, while he takes another bite of his steak.

when it’s finally time for the parents to leave, you and sukuna stand outside the house while the driver hauls their luggage onto their car.

“don’t get too wild, sukuna,” his father warns him, patting sukuna on the shoulder. “there’s no need to worry. i’ll be too preoccupied with something else to throw parties,” he responds casually, shoving his hands into his pockets. “oh? have you finally decided you’ll take your studies more seriously?” his dad says jokingly. they laugh together, while you stand awkwardly between them.

“be good, y/n. and don’t skip your meals, alright?” your mother holds your hand affectionately. “i’ll be fine,” you say, looking towards the ground.

you watch as the car gets further and further away - until it is no longer visible to your eyes.

once both you and sukuna get back inside the house, he stretches himself out with a loud groan and yawns. you’re unable to meet his eye, as you look away from where he stands.

“they’re finally gone,” he states, walking over to the sofa to sit himself down. “what should we do to celebrate? watch a movie? eat something nice?” it irks you, how he acts so nonchalant, knowing what he was going to do with you later.

“why are you acting so nice?” you question with a provocative tone of voice, yet still averting your gaze away from him. you don’t see it happen, but sukuna’s smile fades from his face almost immediately. he gives an exasperated sigh before getting up again and walking towards you.

startled, you step back slowly as he approaches, until eventually your back hits the wall and you’re cornered by him. tension thick and uneasy, you cower under his stare. he leans his arm against the wall behind you, while his other hand grabs your face to make you look at him properly.

“why? you want me to be mean instead? you want me to bully you?” sukuna asks with a low voice. “if that’s your preference, then so be it.” “that’s not-”

you yelp when he pinches your breast sharply and then grabs you by the hair.

“you like this? hm?” he questions, his tugging getting harsher. “stop- it hurts…” sukuna shoves you against the wall with a good portion of his strength, and it puts you into shock. “speak up! can’t hear a thing you’re saying,” he replies with an unforgiving voice.

you suddenly remember back to when you’d privately begged your mom to stay, to cancel the vacation and stay by your side. and how she refused - asking for a reason why she should do that. you remember being unable to say anything to her.

if only you’d told her why. told her about this. about him.

the thought of that brings you to tears, and all of a sudden you can’t stop crying before him. sukuna’s cold expression doesn’t falter yet, but his grip on your hair loosens up a bit.

“what’s wrong, lil sis? i’ve barely gotten started, and you’re already pathetically weeping.” you don’t answer him, only sobbing harder. he lets go of you and begins wiping your tears away, eyes mellowed out a bit.

“see? this benefits nobody. i prefer seeing your tears of pleasure, rather than pain,” sukuna relents, his large hands coming to touch your face. “i wish you wouldn’t take my kindness for granted,” he keeps talking, while making sure you’re still listening to him. “we have a whole three months together. let’s get along, yeah?”

he flashes you that falsified smile once again, squeezing your cheeks together as you pout.

once he leads you back to the sofa, he sits you on his lap and turns the tv on, claiming that he wants to spend some quality time with you. get you to warm up to him a little more, hopefully. you can’t do anything more than just sit in silence, and glue your eyes to the screen.

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In Pursuit of Happiness | Various Genshin Impact Men x Reader

Okay honestly, did not expect such a response for this story. Haha. I’m not really a great writer either and even if I do have an idea, I force myself to continue the story despite having no plot. I just post. But thanks so much for all the love so far guys. This fandom has been really welcoming to me and its fun befriending people with the same love for the story and characters.

If you guys are curious, yes, I post this along side ao3 and maybe even thinking about posting it on wattpad too but who’s to say.

Well, due to popular demand, I shall post the second chapter.

Not beta read/proofed, we die like Signora

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Summary: The task of an aunt was no easy thing, especially towards a rambunctious and curious nephew who can not sit still. After a bad car accident, the two of them awaken in the world of Teyvat where Y/n must do her best to not only keep herself and her nephew alive to find a way back home but to also beat back all kinds of suitors and become the pseudo mother to every child she meets and her nephew befriends.

CHAPTER 2: The Wandering Lady of Teyvat

People were getting more anxious and happen to be more rambunctious in finding the said Divine Creator.

Y/n had no bother in that as she was more focused in creating new works. It was a sight to see people, especially the women, swoon over the fictional Mr. Darcy after recalling as much as she could from the book. If she wasn’t going to read the books ever again if she doesn’t go back home, then she could at least write her favorite books for not only herself to enjoy but for others as well.

It was interesting to see children in Mondstadt to aim to become Spider-Man too, even singing the theme song.

Books were fun, but Y/n enjoyed taking walks just as much as she loved painting as she would always travel on foot with [Nephew’s name] following closely behind and when they got to a certain point, a few of their forest friends and creatures would pop out and follow them as well. Sometimes, Y/n would have a basket filled with food and her sketchbook since she would sketch the landscape. It was fun to draw the fantastical and beautiful vegetation all around her. It was especially fun to draw the creatures as well as it made her feel like she was a concept artist for a game or a show.

It made her feel like her favorite concept artists from her old world.

What she didn’t know was the powers as her being the Divine Creator were being unconsciously used as whatever she sketched and thought about would be created and brought to life somewhere in Teyvat. The creatures that she drew were at first confused at the world around them until they found more of their kind who then proceeded to inform the newly born creature of who created them – Y/n, the Divine Creator.

Y/n found it quite strange that the animals of Teyvat were always approaching her and her nephew. Heck, even the slimes and the hilichurls would approach them, attempting to do whatever they wanted like travel to Liyue and back or even go to Dragonspine. That was where the Pyro slimes came to use as they would hop around the two with Y/n taking notes and [Nephew’s name] waving at the Cryo slimes that were there, wiggling and emitting a warm aura around them. But there was just something about [Nephew’s name] and his connection with animals that seemed so natural. Even back home, he would always rave on and on about having a farm, a petting zoo, etc. It didn’t help that his dad grew up around a farm and helped raise animals.

He loved the animals and slimes so much that he brought back some of them to the Hilichurl camp they stayed at and nursed them back to health like the small songbird, a rabbit, and an enormous Hydro Slime he affectionately called Billy.

It was a strange day when Billy came to their every day lives as it seemed to have protected some other slimes that were guarding the path that lead to the Hilichurl camp from people. That was also something that Y/n picked up as people were afraid, even hostile towards the creatures that helped them so much. It didn’t seem fair as they were always a joy to be around. The Hilichurls were a hoot, dancing almost every night or when they are happy, the Mitachurls were these big protectors and [Nephew’s Name] had fun climbing up their backs or shields and they would always become a nervous mess when he was about to fall and always made sure to be mindful of their strength. The Samachurls were the wise ones, with one with an ability to heal, they were always there to help the others make a full recovery. They also helped Y/n with finding herbs and teach her about healing as well when the time came.

Her moment to shine came as she saw the big Hydro slime in front of her, giving her the hopeful and tired smile or at least what a slimes equivalent to a smile was. It kept looking at the young woman as she made quick work with the help of a Hydro Samachurl that was nearby as a Hilichurl held [Nephew’s Name] back as he was curious about the big slime.

It made a full recovery and [Nephew’s Name] grew attached to it to the point he named it Billy. With the slimes that he protected leading you to where the Hilichurls found them, Billy was protecting the slimes from the Knights of Favonius that were coming to investigate why the path they were in right now was fortified like a wall and the hilichurls were very aggressive to people these days. As a thank you for letting them stay with them, Y/n made sure to travel far away so as to not think that she was in kahoots with Hilichurls even though she was. She just didn’t want anything to happen to her new friends, especially since they were always helping take care of her nephew and he enjoyed their company.

As she was out, embarking in many paths and meeting new acquaintances, it was a sight to see that people made shrines of this Divine Creator. But the funny thing was that it had an uncanny resemblance to her own face, even gems the same color of her eyes right where the eyes should be.

… These people were serious.

She had to buy many cosmetics and remember all the make up tutorials she watched and studied under her sister to walk through cities as who knows what these people would do if they found someone that had similar features to her. It could go one way or the other – say that she’s blessed and highly favored by the Creator to have been bestowed a similar face or highly persecuted for committed blasphemy and hunted down like an animal for having a similar face.

If the people found out that the look alike can shapeshift, they’re going to tell the church.

Either way, she didn’t want to be involved much with the politics of this world, especially since she heard tell of the Fatui. What she’s been hearing were interesting and it would be best to avoid areas that they frequented, especially if she was with her nephew.

She will be damned if he ever got mixed with the wrong crowd of people in a fantasy world.

That and if she was reckless, her sister would murder her.

It sent shivers down her spine at the horrors she would endure if one hair out of line if they returned home. Such horrors gave her more chills than the icy winds of Dragonspine and Snezhnaya.

The good thing about being in a new world where neither of them had to worry about modern technology, school, or work is that they now had all the time in the world and with the ever-growing list of hobbies that Y/n partakes, she does lots of mineral and material collecting when she has the chance and even a few objectives to earn more mora in between the seven nations.

Money is money after all.

Spare no expense when it comes to her adorable nephew who she believes needs to be spoiled occasionally.

-x-

Today they were in Liyue, the two walking towards Liyue harbor, deciding to visit Bubu Pharmacy for a check up for [Nephew’s name]. She had full trust of the Samachurls, but she wanted a second opinion on her Nugget’s health.

Holding his hand gently, they climbed up the many steps to the grand building, but not before enjoying the scenery of the city and way to the pharmacy where they came to face to face with the receptionist, who happened to be a little girl with cute eyes and beautiful violet purple hair. She had to hold back her squeal as she found her so adorable before coughing lightly and flashed a smile.

“Welcome to Bubu Pharmacy. I am Qiqi.” Said the girl as she looked at the young woman, suddenly feeling warmth radiating from the lady that was looking at her. It mainly came from her, but she could feel slight hints from the boy that also stared at her with fascination.

“Hello Qiqi. I’m Y/n, and this is [Nephew’s name]. We’re here for an appointment for this one.”

“Appointment…” The girl suddenly made a focused face or at least how focused a zombie could look as she opened a book in front of her to then look up at the young woman again.

“Yes, appointment for [Nephew’s Name]. Dr. Baizhu will be here soon.”

She was already acting so grown up! Ah, her heart couldn’t take it as she almost fell over backwards if it wasn’t for her nephew holding onto her hand. She thought her nephew could be this cute, but this girl hardly even tried. Girls were always such a wonder as Y/n and her older sister always talked about either of them having a daughter and how they would spoil her rotten with lots of clothes though they already do the same thing to [Nephew’s name] already. But shopping for girl’s clothes was so darn rewarding,

Well, that is if they wanted to have a feminine clothing style. It didn’t matter to Y/n as they would be cute, nonetheless.

Dear lord, she’s started to sound like Elizabeth from Black Butler.

“Hi Qiqi! I’m [Nephew’s name]! I hope we can be best friends! I don’t go into the cities a lot.” The boy said sheepishly as he tried to get a closer look at the girl, who wore talismans on her body. She really was a zombie.

How cool was that?

Qiqi wore a dreary look on her face as she looked on at the boy, who was smiling at her. She hardly had time to leave the Pharmacy as she helped Baizhu quite a lot as the receptionist. Lately, it’s been getting a little hard because of the growing cold weather. After hearing all this, Y/n immediately went into mother mode and precured a blanket and scarf for the girl from her ‘Mystical’ bag of wonder that carried more that it should have.

Or at least that’s what Nugget calls it. He once saw his aunt pull out one of the axes for the Mitachurls.

Carefully wrapping the scarf around the girls’ neck and the blanket around the young girl, she stepped back to look her proud work, smiling at just how adorable she looked.

“There. If you need any more blankets, just say the word. Though you’ll probably have to look for me around the marsh.” She said a bit bashfully with [Nephew’s name] nodding more, probably thinking of having play dates with the zombie girl. Yes, his first friend that wasn’t a slime or a hilichurl was coming to fruition. Now if only his aunt could get the attention of a worthy man and it would all fall into place!

“I apologize for the wait you’ve endured.” There was a rich voice coming from behind the [H/c]-ette’s to see a tall and handsome emerald haired man. Yes, his hair was one of the first things to notice but the eyes were second as they appeared almost amber like – gold even.

Though the only thing that [Nephew’s name] bothered to notice was the-

“Snake! And it’s so pretty!” he cried out happily as he jumped forward and looked up at the albino snake wrapped around the man’s neck like a scarf. Back in their old world, there was the Caduceus, a staff with two snakes coiled around it – it was the official insignia of the public health service or anyone that worked within the medical field.

The snake seemed to bask in the attention as it lifted its head pridefully, looking at the young boy with interest.

“You are too kind, young one.” The snake said, earning a more awe look from the boy.

“And she talks too! An Albino snake that talks!”

Y/n had to cover her mouth at her nephew’s adorable fascination with animals again all while the albino snake seemed to already hold the boy in some high favor. Though, she didn’t escape the stare of Bubu Pharmacy’s doctor as she finally took notice of him and bowed lightly.

“Ah! Y-yes. Forgive me. And do not worry of our wait. Qiqi here was quite a delight with us.” She turned over to look at the young girl, smiling again as the doctor followed her gaze to see the same Qiqi be covered in a blanket and scarf all while it looked like flowers were floating around her as she gently snuggled more into the warmth that her new gifts provided.

“I see.” Baizhu was entertained to say the least as he looked at the woman before him, feeling as if she was quite familiar but couldn’t say otherwise other than feeling the warmth that radiated from her along with the young boy that she was with. She was a beauty, yes. And looked to be quite young, her [h/c] strands framing her face as she seemed to have quite a distant look. The clothes that she wore were a tad strange, making him believe that the woman in front of him was a traveler of sorts.

The two followed Baizhu to the back, [Nephew’s name] still talking to the snake, the two finding out her name was Changsheng.

Getting dressed into a gown, the boy soon answered all questions asked by the doctor and if he was stumped, Y/n would fill in.

The scars that were from a year earlier from the accident were still present and Baizhu asked about them.

“Treasure hoarders. He and I barely made it out only thanks to our family.”

The tone in the atmosphere darkened lightly but to Y/n and her Nugget, it was all just a fabricated story. Yes, you lost your family, but whoever was curious weren’t going to ask more about dead family members if that’s the story.

Changsheng having gotten close to the boy felt lots of sympathy as the boy had to see lots of horrors so suddenly. She felt sympathy for the mother as well, having to be the only one to raise the boy.

“I see. I’m sorry for your loss. I’m sure your son is blessed to have a mother like you.”

To witness the blushing face of the woman in front of her was blissful gift as Y/n quickly shook her head almost comically, her nephew laughing as the warmth from earlier had come back but this time it was much stronger.

So strong in fact that a certain amber-eyed archon noticed and almost dropped his cup of tea as he hurriedly stood to his feet and rushed out to follow where the warmth came from.

Back to Y/n, she finally attempted to speak.

“No. No! He’s not my son! He is my nephew. Well, I suppose I can see where people confuse us as mother and son…” she said, the blush on her cheeks still present as the emerald haired doctor chuckled in amusement.

“My apologies. I was in the wrong to assume. You two seem quite close.”

“Yeah! Auntie is very nice to me! She’s there for me even I know mommy isn’t here anymore.”

“Hey now. Stop that gloomy talk or else Dr. Baizhu won’t reward you with a piece a candy.” Y/n playfully pinched her Nugget’s cheeks, making him whine playfully but it did earn a laugh as Baizhu pulled up a small lollipop from his pocket. [Nephew’s name] then proceeded to behave, doing whatever Dr. Baizhu told him to just as they finished up, Y/n heard a voice.

‘Oh, great Divine Creator. Wherever you are, I hope that you are safe. Please, if you can hear me, please return to us. And keep my son safe wherever he is.’

Y/n stopped, clutching her head as her suspicion of who she is to these people were proving her right so far. And of all times to be proved right… what headache. Literally.

This is giving her Kamisama Hajimemashite vibes.

“Is something wrong? Do you feel pain?” Baizhu’s voice was next to her and turning towards him, her [e/c] eyes seeing the worried look, followed by her nephew and Changsheng.

“It’s just a passing headache, Doctor. Perhaps I’ve neglected to eat and drink this morning in worry of my nephew’s health. He’s been such a healthy boy and hardly gets sick but nonetheless, I worry.”

“He’s a healthy boy. In fact, almost too healthy. It’s good for children to take a tumble or two, you know.” Baizhu watched the [H/c]-ed boy talk to Changsheng more, wanting to know more about the snake as they blissfully ignored the two adults.

“I’m aware. Again, thank you Dr. Baizhu.”

“It’s my pleasure. Be sure to schedule another appointment if you want to be up to date with his health with Qiqi.”

The doctor walked them back out to the reception with Qiqi waiting patiently, writing down the names for next months appointment. Afterwards, she took off the scarf and blanket only for Y/n to shake her head and smile as she handed them back to the girl.

“Keep them. We have plenty more. I have too much time on my hands that I forget how many I make.” If Qiqi could get any happier, she would if it wasn’t for the fact she hardly makes any expressions. There were far more flowers radiating from her as she snuggled closer to the blankets than before. Baizhu and Changsheng showed them off as they waved them goodbye.

After walking a certain distance, walking to a secluded spot of Liyue harbor, Y/n and Nugget held onto each other. There was a small playful glint in her eyes as she eyed the clear skies, unaware of one man walking closer to them as he followed them when they left Bubu Pharmacy. He could feel the warmth coming from both, yet the one he was mainly focused on was the woman beside the child, who gently talked to them, saying a few jokes before walking towards a secluded part of the harbor – away from prying eyes.

“Alright Nugget. Hold on tight, okay?”

“Got it!”

They walked further into the alley way and before the Archons very eyes, the two shot up into the air suddenly but instead of falling towards the ground, they kept afloat without the need of a glider. The woman and child looked as if they were walking through the skies of Liyue and only him did he notice the strange phenomenon.

They walked all the way to the direction of Dihua Marsh, where he made sure to follow them.

I’m a big howls moving castle fan okay and cause I'm still waiting on Baizhu so I can pull him! Ah, Qiqi is so cute and I will literally adopt her if I ever see her. Also I’m trying to make these chapters long not only as a challenge to myself but also to just make it feel like a light novel hahaha. Oh, maybe I can make cover arts and just scenes of the story when I have the time. I’m kinda excited. Also, Billy the Hydro Slime is our mascot/friend. We must protect Billy. Anyways, thanks for reading! Be sure to like, reblog, ask me to add you on the taglist for updates, maybe even share some ideas since I’m still figuring out the plot.

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Reactions to Tsunami Creator's Chapter 186

TL;DR - Cale orders GED ships to get out of the sea. Blood Demon scares Raon. Blood Demon's pseudo-Dragon Fear versus Cale's Dominating Aura.

Aipotu's Trap

Okay, so removing the core from the array formation activated some sort of trap prepared by the Aipotu dragons. What that trap is remains to be seen. The "crying" word was used again, but I'm slowly getting convinced that it was just something poetic, like "the sky is crying" and not the cries of some being.

Blood Demon's Pseudo-Dragon Fear

Cale headed back after entrusting the priestesses to Fist King. And the moment they met Blood Demon, Raon curls up with his wings in fear! 😮 Oh dear... Cale immediately hugs and strokes Raon to soothe him, feeling angry that something made Raon scared. Raon eventually recovers from it, but still hides behind Cale.

And then we get a battle between the pseudo Dragon Fear and DA. Of course, our DA easily wins! He even says "I haven't tried my best yet?" 🤣🤣🤣 Blood Demon experienced fear for the first time. It was also funny how she and DA were like having a bluffing competition. And Blood Demon's thought of "That skinny man is a monster." 😂

So why is it pseudo Dragon Fear? It was explained that Blood Demon had killed hundreds of thousands of people, and their life energy was what everyone felt scared of. And Blood Demon used that to imitate a dragon. The Blue Bloods owed the Purple Bloods because of that core, but she had plans to rebel and kill the dragons too. I guess she didn't like that the Blue Bloods were "subordinate" to the Purple Bloods?

Ending Remarks

It seems like the battle against Blood Demon will be concluded next chapter. CH and Sui looked exhausted, but they were still ready to fight. As for CJS, he got blasted away by Blood Demon. AGAIN. Hahaha 🤣🤣🤣

And RIDI released the ebooks of volumes 6-9 today, spanning chapters 118-200 of Part 1. It costs 12,960 won again like last time, of course, with the limited time discounts.

With this, the eBooks have already surpassed the physical books published years ago. There aren't any freebies this time like the exclusive author Q&A. Just wallpaper images of Cale and CH that you can download. Those images are the images in the posters that were released together with the physical books, so it's nothing new.

As for the next volumes, perhaps we can expect them next month. The first set of eBooks was released on August 21, and the second set was released today, September 15, with a 3 and a half weeks difference. So we can expect the third set around the 2nd to 3rd weeks of October.

#tcf spoilers #trash of the count's family #tcf ebook

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┈─ 𖧷 A DOLL’S FIRST MISTAKE, OH-SO FRAGILE ﹕ NAIYANA’S FIRST HEARTBREAK. set pre-debut. genre, angst. ( you can find me, right ? you can find me .. right ? ) featuring cracks in pseudo motherhood, themes of homophobia, and disappearances.

wide-eyed and afraid, naiyana is twelve when she first enters the jeong mansion. stark white, fluorescent pearl, soft creams. she’s almost hesitant to touch, scared to run her hands over silk curtains and velvet cushions lest they crumble underneath her feather light touch. like a mouse caught before slit eyes, the young girl jumped at every sound—foreign to her ears used to heavy silence and a gaping hole she knew someone had left but could never find the courage to open her mouth to ask. but it was never her fault, she was always reassured, treasured moments where her father would card his fingers through her hair with a reverence she’d always thought held both fear and awe. like she was a creature he was both proud and horrified of.

in the jeong mansion, she’d soon learn, there were rules. bow when you greet your elders. say good morning when you pass her, good night when exhaustion begins to gnaw at your senses. get ready for school with the perfectly tailored uniform already hanging on your closet door, but leave your hair alone until the miss—until jiho joined you and brushed your hair herself. just routine, she’d remind her every morning with a smile, and she would smile back perfectly just as she’d expect. routine was good. routine ensured progress, which in turn ensured stability. naiyana liked stability, so she worked her damndest to perfect her routine.

don’t wince when she brushed a little too hard. pretend not to hear the whispers of a daughter once lost, just like she was. she was here now. she was perfect.

at school, she meets ████, and her world alights in colors she’d never thought imaginable. long black hair almost onyx colored in some lighting, soft skin, pink lips that curved in a smile she couldn’t forget even if she tried her hardest. the gentleness ████ held her with left the now fifteen year old spiraling into a series of confusion and want, embarrassingly so, pertinent enough to hide shaking hands behind her back. her laugh, her touch, the echo of her voice. smitten. terribly so.

routine slips through her fingers like rainwater, rushing downwards with vigor. rumpled uniforms hastily thrown on to beat her to the bus stop, sock sliding down one leg, shirt half tucked. ████ would only laugh, unaware of naiyana’s poor heart beating, bursting to life as she crouched down to pull her sock up, as she drew impossibly close to straighten her collar and tuck her shirt back in. gentle, her touch fleeting, gone just as quick as it would make an appearance. it should have been an omen of sorts and yet it lit her skin up aflame, breath stuck in her throat as ████ lifted her fingers to brush wayward strands of her hair away from her face.

routine crashes and burns as naiyana falls head first into what she thinks might be love. how could this be love? she half-listens to the girls that surround her gush about their own fleeting crushes, hopping from one nameless boy to the next as soon as the one prior loses his aura of cool or mystique. how could this be love when the thought of ████ makes her want to light her very soul on fire with the knowledge that she would burn with her in tandem? that when she leans into her for too long, when her fingers brush hers when they walk side by side, when she so much as looks at her for a second too long, naiyana feels the very center of the universe blossom in her chest? how could that be love when she’s here bursting to the brim with want?

her first kiss is underneath a bus stop in the rain, sharing an umbrella and giggles and shrieks as cold water soaks into their short-sleeved shirts. wet hair plastered to her face and socks drenched wet and ████ has never looked more beautiful to her than now, stopping right in her tracks to tremble with a vigor the other girl foolishly mistakes as cold. concern flits over her features in a way that makes her heart trip and stumble, gasping wetly as wet fingertips gently run over her cheeks.

naiyana holds the umbrella when ████ kisses her, her palms warm against her face despite the chilled wind, and she thinks the world could end right then and there and she would die happy. she’s foolish when she asks for another, begs for a third, and promptly forgets about her surroundings until the telltale sound of a horn startles them apart with shy laughter and hastened running to catch a missed bus.

routine is promptly disregarded, waking up hours before the miss—jiho—does, out of the door before the older woman can even utter a good morning. naiyana wakes up with tiny braids in her hair and kisses long seeped into flushed cheeks, and forgets where she is for too long. forgets the house she’s living in, whose roof she rests her head under.

they get caught tangled in each other's arms in her garden, flower crowns in each other’s hair. jiho screams, curses ████, yanks her off their picnic blanket and back into the house before naiyana can utter a single word. she’s disheveled, a mess and a half of frazzled nerves, but she doesn’t care. she follows after them, tears budding in her eyes as her heart thuds in her ears.

she begs on her hands and knees, crying before the wild eyes of the woman who had taken her in. ugly sobs caught in her throat, she begs until her voice runs shot and her tear tracks seem to be permanently etched into her face. all she receives is a prim once over and an order to return to her room. the last time she sees ████ is when she risks a terrified glance over her shoulder, meeting the girl’s soft smile before she’s quickly ushered into her room by househelp.

jiho wakes her up now. jiho stands by as she gets ready, red hot shame lighting a fire down her spine when she settles back into her routine, brushing her hair back as if the girl in the mirror before her hasn’t been promptly unraveled. she once tried to ask about ████’s whereabouts, why she hadn’t been seeing her at school, in the halls, by the bus stop. jiho’s reflection had turned chillingly still, pausing with her hairbrush in midair like a marionette. she’d never had the guts to ask again.

she kept her head down, hid her tremors behind the perfectionism this mis—jiho wanted, and smiled when she was smiled at. said her good mornings and good nights, made sure she left the house without a single hair out of place, and tried not to cry when the lights dimmed low. jiho hated when she looked too puffy in the morning.

#glasshouseinc #fictional idol oc #fictional idol community #fake idol community #fictional kpop soloist #fictional kpop idol #fictional idol company #fake idol soloist #fake idol oc #fictional kpop oc #fake kpop idol

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quasi-normalcy · 10 months

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When it comes right down to it, the root of this constant argument is simple: people want the outlaw of Sherwood Forest to belong to them, to their own ideologies. Following Ridley Scott’s Robin Hood, there were arguments that this pseudo-historical Robin would have been a member of the Tea Party (Jared Keller, 2010), or that he was clearly a libertarian (Maura Pennington, 2012). During the era of McCarthyism, Robin Hood was banned from textbooks (Alison Kysia, 2013) in the United States for “promoting communism” with its rob-from-the-rich-give-to-the-poor schtick. If you were to ask me over friendly pints at a bar, I’d tell you without hesitation that Robin Hood and the Merry Men in Sherwood Forest are a gay socialist utopia that the world needs to embrace. But none of these interpretations can encompass the entirety of the legend. It is simply too vast and too long-lived. But this is the story we are most likely to recognize: The good king is away, and his little brother was left to rule in his place. The prince is an idiot and he surrounds himself with monstrous men, and he demands everything of his people. He taxes his citizenry bare and tells them that it is good for them. He sits on their gold like a great dragon and portends to virtue while they starve. He ignores their pleas for help and acts surprised when there is unrest in his country. Never fear! Everything will be all right, because a dispossessed nobleman is here to stop the prince and his lackeys! He even has friends to aid him in this national hour of need; they live secretly in Sherwood Forest and they rob from the rich and give to the poor. The tendency to portray Robin Hood as a nobleman who robs from people just like him—it smudges the image up, like grit on a lens. The very idea has a disingenuous sheen to it, or worse, a heavy aura of wishing thinking: Wouldn’t it be great if there was one super nice wealthy person who would make the rest of the wealthy people hand over their money and take care of the poor and needy around them? Wouldn’t it be even greater if he could alleviate them of said wealth in a comical fashion so that the concept of class warfare and potential revolution didn’t seem nearly so serious? Hollywood is failing us, and so are a multitude of current adaptations. It’s akin to making every female Disney lead a princess; every Robin Hood must come with a title and a patch of land that a mean sheriff or haughty prince can commandeer. It’s lazy storytelling, and worse for the fact that it has nothing to do with origin of the figure.

#robin hood #mythology

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One question about your Multiverse AU that I've always been dying to ask and have now gotten the courage to do so: How did the Geoff and Alejandro who got to become Vaquero meet and then subsequently fuse?

I'm also happy with just any tidbits about Vaquero because he seems like an incredibly interesting character.

Oh man that is one of my favorite stories !!! As always, pieced together with the help of @crystalfloe :)

So our multiverse has a pseudo-government, not necessarily in the collecting taxes sense, but in a very strict "detaining people with highly volatile personalities or magic powers" sense. So strict that you can be detained for something you did in a past life-- and you will be!

This is what happened to Geoff. Dude has no idea what he's in for, but one day he's shipped from a dinky little temporary holding cell into the massive, main DIDU complex (Dangerous Immortal Detention Unit).

He's supposed to go to some "rehab" program while he's here. A program that just so happens to be run by Alejandro!

Alejandro is a little more experienced when it comes to dealing with the multiverse; some might say too experienced. He's got a kind of terrifying powerset, and kind of hates his job as a therapist, but it pays well- and he really, really needs the cash.

See, Alejandro is a "pairhunter." Two immortals can "pair" with one another (almost always on accident) when their auras intertwine, giving them a powerful combined boost in magic. If this relationship is severed, however, the results can be unstable and catastrophic for the people who've paired. Oftentimes, without the support of their pair's original aura, their physical and mental forms break down until they're nothing but a conglomerate of goo wandering the multiversal plane, looking for their lost pair-- a creature known as a Pairhunter.

While it's unclear the circumstances that led to this Alejandro becoming one, we know his former pair was a Geoff-- probably an asshole, Aftermath-hosting one.

Pairhunters are almost always quarantined by the DIDU. Alejandro's employers don't know he is one, because he's found a temporary work around-- buying suspicious pills on the black market! Some lovely lady out there is extracting aura from a bunch of imprisoned Geoffs and condensing it into capsule form, which helps our little Al stave off total deterioration.

Geoff pills don't come cheap, though, which is why he has this job in the first place. Unfortunately, he leaves Geoff himself unattended in his office. More unfortunately, while rooting around for contraband (to bring back to the boys, bro!), Geoff finds and accidentally absorbs his medication.

Geoff has no reason to know it, but his power this lifetime is energy absorption. Pills made entirely of formless aura seep into your skin *quick,* especially if that aura is *yours.* He has no idea what just happened or even what those pills were.

What he *does* know is how panicked Alejandro is when he gets back. Total 180° from his usually suave, if disinterested, behavior-- talking about how he's going to lose his job and his mind. Geoff might be in jail, but that doesn't mean he's an asshole, so he does what you learn to do after a lifetime of prison; he grabs Alejandro and hides from the staff.

In a cramped little broom closet he sees something he hasn't before; a man breaking apart into abstract form, dripping onto the ground. Without the stabilization of those pills, Alejandro's basically done for. Confused and offput by this needlessly charming man in tears, Geoff does what a Geoff does best. He hugs the dude.

Turns out, when a being *made* of uncompressed energy and a being that *absorbs* uncompressed energy collide, they fuse.

Vaquero's first appearance is brief, but it changes the stakes. Even just those few seconds fused stabilized Alejandro better than a lifetime of pills. (Hugging your boyfriend is not a substitute for taking your antidepressants. This is fiction. go take your meds man). The two make a pact; Alejandro stops trying to mold Geoff into the ideal 'reformed prisoner,' and Geoff doesn't tell any guards what's happening. They continue their therapy sessions, of course, as scheduled, but those very quickly become nothing but the opportunity for Vaquero to form again.

And, naturally, over time they develop feelings for each other. Classic gay shit.

Unfortunately, every part of this plan is illegal, down to the act of fusion itself. Through a series of stupid mistakes and cocky attitudes, one guard (pseudoname Helix) develops his suspicions. Alejandro is pressured and interrogated. Worse, Geoff gets planned to move to deep solitary, with no hopes of ever seeing Alejandro again.

Who's ready for a good old fashioned prison break?

With Geoff's prison buds and Alejandro's knowledge of the complex, Vaquero manages to make it out into the central city-Hub of the multiverse. He loses Helix in a mostly condemned back alleyway, hiding in an abandoned building.

Once the lights come on, he realizes this place is perfect size for an illicit bar.

And so opens Club Vaquero, an underground and entirely secretive operation that hides the misfits and criminals of the wider multiverse. Run by a man you've never seen before, not at any Bridgette beach parties or Carlos soccer meets-- a man unlike anything you've seen in the multiverse before, a man with no parallel versions.

Let's just hope Helix doesn't hear about this place.

#my apologies for letting this sit a while before answering!!#i hope you like the read :)#multiverse au #total drama #geoff td #alejandro td #ask

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drive - part i

summary: "Despite your intensely professional appearance, you didn’t seem out of place in the slightest. And by god, you were breathtaking.” rating: explicit for sexual content (18+ mdni) pairing: eventual frankie morales x f!reader word count: 3.2k warnings: pseudo enemies-to-lovers, light sexism, author pretends they understand car terminology, potentially ooc!, no use of y/n, male masturbation. notes: i love love frankie <3 thank you to @tremendum for beta'ing :') this is my first attempt at nsfw content – please feel free to tell me what you think!!!! tagging: @sebsxphia @magpie-to-the-morning - pls let me know if you'd like to be added/removed!

She was beautiful. ‘84? ‘85? Frankie couldn’t remember what the sheet Pope passed him had said when he’d looked over it briefly—just to make sure he was opening the hood of the right car. Besides, whatever was written there probably didn’t matter. In Frankie’s experience, the customers never really knew what was wrong or needed fixing. Sure, the type to waltz in with a vintage, manual BMW at least knew something beyond imitating the sound the engine would make when they’d try and go over 75 (“Look man, I just need her sounding right before I drive down to the Vineyard next weekend with the wife.”) but Frankie liked inspecting the cars himself. Pope had once told him he knew cars, helicopters—machinery better than people.

Maybe he was right. Machinery always had a response, you could always figure out what was making it tick, what was making the wheel stick when you turned too hard to the right, why the brakes made that sound when it was about to rain. People were often the same, but that’s why Frankie liked cars more than people. They talked to him.

Honestly, he almost felt bad for the car in front of him–whichever asshole suit had picked her up clearly wasn’t treating her right. She desperately needed a new paint job and a really good work over with a clay bar. There was a ding in the front bumper that seemed like it had come from a bit of overzealous joyriding, and he had that feeling in his gut that shining a blacklight around the interior would reveal a shitty Jackson Pollock imitation.

“Well, we’ll see what we can do. Frankie’s our best guy, he’ll take good care of her.” Pope’s voice rang throughout the shop, drifting into the back.

“I appreciate it. One of the partners recommended you, so I have high hopes.”

A woman’s voice. Frankie wondered whose wife or assistant that would be, they had regulars but none with that voice. He turned around slightly, attempting to keep his gaze hidden behind the hood. And there you were.

Pope was taller than you, but he could tell that what you lacked in height you made up for in aura. You were looking Pope directly in the eye, arms crossed loosely, one hip cocked. Despite your intensely professional appearance, you didn’t seem out of place in the slightest. And by god, you were breathtaking.

Frankie never felt terribly insecure about his looks–he knew he was attractive; maybe not as suave as Pope, but women found him charming. Frankie had had a string of girlfriends and lovers since high school, some serious, some not. More than one had found cause to argue with him about the amount of women who pursued him even while he was in a relationship, but even still, that part never really made sense to him. But when he looked at you, he knew he was looking at someone who men would fall over themselves to hold your attention for even a moment.

He felt his feet moving before he registered that it was happening, and realized he was making his way to the shop front. Frankie didn’t enjoy talking to customers, he told himself, but he wanted to know what your boss had done to bring him such a beautiful car in such condition. That was why he found himself pushing open the door that connected the shop to the workshop.

“The man of the hour!” Pope exclaimed, clapping him on the back, “This is Frankie.”

“Nice to meet you, Frankie. I hope you’ll take good care of her, she’s treasured dearly.” Your voice was rich and velvety, and the brief smile that graced your lips made him feel like he was staring at the sun.

But he had to go and open his mouth. “I’ll certainly do my best. But I have to ask, what on earth did the owner do to put that ding in the bumper? I’m sure he was having fun but it’s gnarly.”

It was like a bucket of ice water being thrown over a campfire–you raised an eyebrow and pressed your lips into a flat line. Pope inhaled (or exhaled– Frankie couldn’t tell), all he could hear was the sound of him holding his breath. Fuck.

“Well, I don’t know exactly what the previous owner was up to, but I don’t plan on joyriding. I bought her secondhand.”

“Oh right, of course. My apologies.” Frankie could feel the flush spread from the base of his neck to the tops of his ears and onto his face– leave it to him to stick his foot in his mouth in front of the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in his life. Universe: 1, Frankie: 0.

Pope coughed lightly, clearly attempting to draw your attention away from Frankie and towards a stack of forms sitting on the counter. The moment had been broken, and Frankie at least had enough sense to quietly excuse himself back into the shop where he probably belonged.

Okay, scratch everything he had ever said about having any sort of charm with women. Ever. At all. Every piece of attention he had ever received must’ve been a fluke because only someone without any sense at all would ever manage to put their foot in their mouth as hard as he just had. And it wasn’t the best thing to admit, but it was made all the worse by the fact that you were incredibly stunning.

Maybe he’d just never speak again.

“¿Qué pasó, hermano? What the hell were you thinking?” Pope’s voice echoed throughout the shop, reaching Frankie even though he’d attempted to tuck himself away under the Ferrari that he had to service every six months. “Best looking woman I’ve seen in months and you manage to say the stupidest shit within 30 seconds of seeing her face.”

Frankie tried to keep himself hidden without responding, but failed to remember that Pope could find him any place he attempted to hide in the shop.

Never a moment of peace, even in mortification, Frankie thought bitterly to himself.

“Hey.” There was Pope’s face, inches away from his own, his eyes alight with mirth, clearly taking plenty of joy from Frankie’s embarrassment.

He prickled at the close scrutiny–under a car was supposed to be a safe space for Frankie, and yet. He ignored Pope for the moment, unwilling to face exactly what he’d done. It wasn’t like he had burnt down the shop or permanently ruined its reputation but there was a particularly bad sting about embarrassing himself in front of a beautiful woman.

Pope stood, clearly not looking to spend as long as it took to get Frankie’s attention hunched to one side. He rapped his knuckles on the side of the car twice, indicating he was deep in thought despite Frankie’s determined silence. Frankie maintained a straight face and tried to bring himself back to the headspace where rubbing the dirt from the nooks and crannies of a stupidly expensive car was the most interesting thing in the world. Perfection, til it shined, til he could eat off of–

“I honestly don’t think it was that bad. I think there’s hope for you yet, Fish.” Pope’s face was back.

“I basically told her to get back into the kitchen.”

“Oh, come on! Don’t be so dramatic.” Pope had rounded the Ferrari and was tugging on the leg of Frankie’s overalls, slowly pulling him into the light, “Besides, you’re the one who knows what he’s doing. Regardless, she’ll have to play nice when she picks it up, and you can make your move then.”

Frankie felt his eyebrows touch his hairline, “Make my move? Pope, be serious.”

“I am serious.” The smile that was threatening to split his face in half said otherwise. Asshole.

A beat passed as Frankie held eye contact, hoping the incredibly unimpressed look on his face would convey exactly what he thought of the situation. Pope broke first, bursting into laughter, the kind that shook his whole body and would make him complain of a sore stomach later.

“Oh god, Fish, I think the last time I’ve seen a woman look at you like that was when that one girl at the bar thought you were cat-calling her instead of Benny.” Pope finally finished laughing, sucking in a shaky breath and wiping the tears from his eyes. “Look, I apologized to her once and explained the whole wives-slash-assistants situation, and she just rolled her eyes and said she ‘got it’. Just call her yourself and apologize, offer to walk her through the inspection when you’re done.”

In all honesty, that wasn’t the worst plan he had ever come up with (no, really, Frankie had PTSD from not just one of the others). At the very least Frankie could do a little groveling, and hope you didn’t think he was the type to tell you you belonged in a kitchen. Plus, it would mean that if you said yes, talking about cars was one of the things in life Frankie really knew, so you could see he wasn’t a complete bumbling fool. Wishful thinking made his mind wander to the thought of you actually impressed. Hey, if you loved cars you clearly cared.

By the time he got home, Frankie felt like he’d been through the wringer emotionally and physically. He hated to admit it, but spending all those years in the military, and then all those years afterwards contorting himself so he could work on cars was really taking a toll on his body. Sure, it was rewarding and he thought he understood a bit what doctors felt like with their diagnoses and treatments and whatnot, but at the same time there were so many days where he thought he might just give up and ask Pope for a spot behind the desk. Maybe a title like Manager. He knew the second he asked, he would get it, without all the usual ribbing. They all needed a goddamn break, and despite his jovial demeanor Pope really cared about their little group. The door was always open to Benny when he decided fighting wasn’t for him anymore, and they made good enough money that Frankie could afford to relax a little bit. But he was just Type A enough that the thought of a desk job made him want to scream. So he kept at it.

Going through the motions of his evening routine, Frankie thanked him from Sunday for having the foresight to pack away leftovers, and himself from that morning for making the bed so he would be able to slide into neatly tucked covers. Some habits from the military died hard, others much easier.

After a quiet dinner and a much needed shower, Frankie decided there was no point staying up with a beer or trying to exercise his mind by reading and called it a night. But despite the exhaustion from the day, his mind was racing. He kept replaying the mere thirty-second interaction he’d had with you, changing what he said each time to try and imagine a different reaction, a different outcome. What if he’d been smooth and made a joke about your car, would you have laughed? What did your laugh sound like?

It was at that moment that he realized he knew very little about you. He’d gone back and read the file that accompanied your keys– referred by someone from the law firm that constantly sent them new customers. It was then that it had hit him, likely exactly who he’d suggested was a mere assistant. Frankie didn’t know a lot about the law, but he suspected that having enough money to throw around to purchase a vintage BMW (even if not for joyriding) meant that you were senior enough for it to matter.

Frankie always knew he had a thing for women with power. When a high school girlfriend bossed him around a little in bed a few months into their young relationship after a bad fight about some nonsense, he’d felt his head get a little floaty. It was really hammered home during Basic when a female sergeant had laid into him and a group of his buddies at the time. He didn’t remember much about the incident, just that he wasn’t really involved. In his ever quiet, ever observant demeanor he’d just managed to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. But that doesn’t really matter when you’re in the military. You’re part of the group. Your individualism is systematically taken away from you– the haircuts, the uniforms, the orders.

So when he stood in a line with these eight other knuckleheads, arms clasped tightly behind his back, feet shoulder width apart, the bead of sweat that had run down his back wasn’t really about the temperature in the room. The way he felt the need to swallow repeatedly from how dry his mouth was wasn’t about his lack of hydration in the twenty-four hours prior.

Almost embarrassingly, he couldn’t even remember the woman’s face. She’d had her hair slicked back in a tight bun, military issue. She had a powerful voice but wasn’t yelling. The talking-to was stern, filled with exasperated threats and warnings of what would happen to them if there was a “next time”.

But he remembered how she had made him feel. The way her voice commanded his presence–he’d felt the urge to drop to his knees and make the situation right however he could, however she might let him. He’d wanted to obey and continue obeying.

And then there was you; the way you had commanded the space around you, looked Pope right in the eyes, not shying away. The images that floated to the front of his mind were unwitting, he definitely hadn’t invited himself to linger on what you looked like. The way you held yourself, the flow of your hair, the straight set of your shoulders as if you were trying to take up more space than you physically could. Your suit was perfectly ironed, crisp front folds in the slacks, the sleeves breaking just right over your slender wrists. Your eyes were piercing.

They had women come into the shop all the time, but again, they were usually assistants or wives. It seemed like you knew that. And when Frankie had opened his stupid mouth, insinuating that your boss or your husband was the one who had hit the front bumper, the stare you had leveled him with felt like it had flayed him open. There again was that feeling bubbling to the surface, of wanting to be good, to obey, to make it right. The moment you opened your mouth it was over for him–the smooth lilt of your voice could read the morning news and he’d absorb every word, hang on every syllable.

Frankie kicked his feet in the sheets a bit, willing himself to focus on falling asleep. But like most things in life, the more you tell yourself not to think about the forbidden fruit, the more it’ll be all that’s on your mind. And true to that, Frankie could see nothing in his mind’s eye but you.

Something tugged in his gut, and he tried to ignore it. It wasn’t right, but he couldn’t help himself. He could feel just how hard he was, and he knew that it didn’t matter if he ignored it, he wouldn’t be able to will this one away. Besides, it would just be one time, just to get these thoughts of you out of his system and then it would be fine.

Slipping a hand into his sweatpants he grasped himself tightly. Fuck. If there was one benefit from working with your hands, Frankie had to admit the edge of roughness from his calluses while touching himself was definitely it. It was just on the right side of painful, and Frankie let his mind wander.

Just this once.

He would apologize–he would be heartfelt and sincere, let you know how sorry he was. He’d call you and beg for forgiveness and you’d offer him a “we’ll see”, before hanging up. You’d arrive and watch him, unimpressed as he gave you the rundown. And inevitably, he’d mess up.

“First making me out to be just someone’s wife, someone’s assistant, now you can’t even explain this to me? I wonder what Santiago keeps you around for.” You’d raise an eyebrow at him, expectant.

And Frankie would show you, he’d show you exactly why people keep him around (maybe not Santiago, but)–because if there was one thing that Frankie loved, aside from cars and an ice cold beer, it was eating pussy. Never mind all the jokes during Basic about how big his dick was, what Frankie really took pleasure from was going down on women. The first time a girlfriend had let him, he thought he’d gone to heaven.

Something tightened in his chest as Frankie thought about what it would be like to go down on you. He couldn’t help but imagine you in the backseat of that expensive car of yours, work slacks tossed somewhere in a haste to remove them, eyes wild and lips swollen from kissing.

Stopping the movements of his hand momentarily, he reached into the drawer of his nightstand to pull out a well-loved bottle of lube. In his rush, he squeezed out a far-too-generous amount, and all of a sudden instead of the deliciously dry slide of his hand around his cock, everything was soaking wet. Sheets be damned, he tightened his grip and twisted his wrist just in that way he really liked.

Fuck, he would love to get his mouth on you, to hear the sounds you’d make as he ate you out for his own pleasure.

He had to admit that beyond the part of him that wanted to submit to a powerful woman like you, there was also the part of him that knew he would revel in seeing you on your knees for him, cockdrunk and begging for more. You’d have that lipstick on, but it would be just on the right side of smudged from kissing him and licking your lips. Your mascara would have run just a bit, enough to make you look messy and fucked out, that if you looked in the mirror you’d flush from how unkempt, how unruly you looked.

Before he could stop himself, an image flashed in his minds’ eye: you, bent over the back seat of your flashy car, legs on the ground on your tippy toes in a pair of high heels, skirt rucked up over your ass. He had one hand on the back of your neck, pressing your cheek into the worn leather seats as your head turned to the side to give your room to breathe, and more importantly, beg. Your panties were wet and sticking to you, and the inner parts of your thighs were shining with your arousal.

It was the thought of tucking your panties to the side and gently pushing into your tight, wet, heat that sent Frankie over the edge. He grunted as his cum shot up his chest and his mind filled with static.

He lay there for just a moment, just letting the orgasm wash over him like a tidal wave. In the aftermath, there was the tipped over bottle of lube on the nightstand, a soiled t-shirt, and just enough guilt to make him want to call in sick.

Fuck.

#frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #francisco morales #triple frontier #triple frontier fic #frankie catfish morales #santiago pope garcia #pope garcia #frankie morales fic #no use of y/n

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rui-drawsbox · 7 days

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Okay obligatory DnD person as per the Dungon Meshi post(dnd/fantasy au + our life is amazing and I love it) but also I just wanted to say that there is a subclass of elves in dnd called aquatic elves that are kind of a happy mix between a mermaid and a, well, normal elf. I stick more towards spooky rather than nautical campaigns myself, so I’m not too familiar, but if I remember correctly they’re amphibious but with two legs rather than full mermaid.

Also obviously please ignore if you have different ideas but based off of what people have written about battle roles I could absolutely see some subclasses for the four!

Derek I could absolutely see as a Paladin(subclass possibly being oath of devotion or glory) basically the more defensive tank guys bound by an oath they make to themselves or someone important to them, which gives them a little spellcasting as well as actual auras that buff their allies later on.

Baxter I could see being a Bard (College of Swords), or what I kind of think of as a sort of battledancer. It would be a little less of a full spellcaster, but you can do special flourishes when fighting with a rapier which I always imagine as pseudo-dancing, plus he’d still get all the flashy bard spells. And to top it off, Bards actually use their charm(charisma stat) to cast spells which just screams Baxter to me.

Cove is a little harder but if you were going with him having a fish/animal companion while still being a melee fighter a Ranger(Beastmaster or Swarmkeeper) would be a good fit IMO, obviously with the Cove Creater he’s harder to pin than Baxter or Derek, but Ranger is pretty flexible. You basically get to choose a companion that’s from the land, air, or sea; and they can help you out in battle and follow you around, or as Swarmkeeper he could have his swarm be a school of fish.

Ruri is obviously a bit harder because you know your OC best, but if you really wanted to lean into more into the familiar/animal buddy route. Druid(circle of the shepherd) is always a fun choice! It’s kind of like the more spellcaster version of rangers’ Swarmkeeper where you can summon a lot of critters while still having some super strong elemental spells.

But anyway! I hope this wasn’t too long, I saw some (kinda) DnD our life content and I couldn’t resist! But thank you again for the adorable art of the main boys(and your lovely OC!) in a fantasy setting!

Second ask from dnd anon:

Oh! DnD anon part two!

But basically the theoretical party composition would look like:

Derek = Tank/Damage

Cove = Weapon Damage/Companion(s)

Baxter = Spells/Weapon Damage

and Ruri = Healing/Spells.

Also one last note about Druid is while druids have a lot of elemental spells (create water, spike growth, etc.), they also have the ability to do something called wildshape, where they can shapeshift into an animal for either out of battle(wildshape into a mouse to get under the crack in a door, then returning to normal and unlocking it) or battle (at later levels imagine fighting a spellcasting bear or even dragon) but also has more silly implications like wild shaping into a songbird to sing with Baxter, or a cat or sloth to ride on Cove’s shoulder.

got these asks a few days ago but i let them marinate in my brain hope you dont mind anon KJDSAUH

anyways AQUATIC ELF THATS PERFECT i tried to stick to what i knew about dumenshi rules in that post but for my first fantasy AU ideas i was going to do Cove a half mermaid (Cliff human x mermaid Kyra or elf Kyra [shes just so pretty its insane] x mermaid Cliff) that lived in a house right on the beach lmao, im happy that actually makes sense somewhere in dnd

i tried to look at the aquatic elves wiki from the forgotten realms fandom and omg so much text in the main page

also paladin Derek canon‼‼ imagine he does his oath to his brothers right after something dangerous happens to them when they were kids (im not saying his parents should die but im not saying they shouldnt--)

and bam!! tragic backstory 10x worse than his canon that is already bad enough :DD (try to make him feel less responsable now i wanna see that)

baxter turn rn. DO YOU THINK HE WOULD PLAY VIOLIN? I WANNA SEE THAT (<-this person didnt thought about drawing him with an instrument until it was time to write her thoughts) anyway it would def be a fancy instrument, daddy and mommy wanted to keep appearances i bet

one his spells makes his sword and moves shine and when hes under the sun his enemies become fucking blind

everything about him screams I HAVE MONEY but everytime people try to rob him he just rolls a nat20 in persuasion and they end up giving him money

and omg just imagine Cove's school of fish are all his pet fishes from the game JGASDFJK

im also. not discussing roles when the most i know about dnd is bg3 and i just finished 2 playthroughs. if you say ruri is a druid she's a druid, she makes super artsy flower fields and decorates every tree she sees with organical paint or smth jkfhds

Ruri's forest has a tree that connects with the ocean and they both just hangout sometimes (as if theyre not together 60% of the time already)

DRUID RURI THAT LIKES TO BRAID COVE'S HAIR WITH LITTLE POPPIES‼‼‼

MERMAID COVE THAT LETS RURI (otter form!!) RIDE HIS BACK WHILE HE SWIMS‼‼‼‼

mermaid cove humming a song and ruri falling to the river in trance/j

anyways anon i agree with everything tbh, there's so many ways to do a fantasy AU and i adore the dnd version (id kill for a dnd group or smth in my city)

i also have another fantasy au more vanilla but not-really. basically isekai baxter LMAO mostly an excuse to make ruri and baxter being domestic but before baxter developed any real domestic skill JHASFD

#rui draw smth #our life #olba #our life: beginnings & always #baxter ward #cove holden #derek suarez #our life mc #olba mc #anyways mermaid cove will always be on the back of my brain waiting until i feel like drawing him #for baxter and cove i just say silly stupid things and when it's derek's turn i kill his parents. lovely

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angelicyouth · 1 year

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Youth ; Chapter 14

⇢ pairing: kenny mccormick x marsh!reader x craig tucker

⇢ synopsis: ❝Growing up with the boys as the sole girl of the group, it was only natural for them to grow protective over their pseudo-little sister as the years went by.❞

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It was a picture of me at the beach from the time all of the boys and I went to California the summer before sophomore year started—a little trip with some of our families. My brother had taken it on one of those disposable film cameras, the ones where you had to bring it to the store and pay to get it developed.

Stan always had a surprising knack for aesthetics, his picture artistically capturing the glow of my skin from the rays of warm sunlight bathing me in its embrace. Tied into perfect bows on my shoulders are the ribbons of my sundress, as if waving for the photo with the caress of the gentle summer breeze.

Splayed across the front covers of monochrome newspapers and on flyers pasted onto telephone poles all across town—what was once a treasured piece of memorabilia tucked into the corner of his bedroom mirror became a physical reminder of what is now lost. Stan hated that they took his precious memory and ruined it, because staring at it so much now made him think that the captured moment did little to no justice to the real-life beauty of his younger sister.

To increase the chances of coverage, they had said.

It took him a moment to notice that in the little waiting area he was uncomfortably sitting in, the sudden emergence of various voices meant that the previous meeting in session of the police department was now over. His eyes flicker back at the debriefing whiteboard through the translucent window, the piece of paper cluttered around various mugshots and crime scene photos.

He doesn’t look down at the perfect scrawl of the computer printed ink under it, doesn’t want to see the name of Y/N Marsh glaring back at him. The red, tender area around his tired eyes begs him not to torture himself with a glance that’d send him spiraling back into the guilt and grief he’s been constantly feeling.

Lifeless—that’s what all the boys seated around him looked like along with their haggard and disheveled appearances. No one wanted to leave the building, not even for sleep, for a shower, or for food (although Cartman has been spending an increasing amount of time hanging around at the vending machines tucked into the corner of the lobby).

Everyone has opted to spend their time staying in the dreary building in complete silence in an effort to await for any type of update or piece of information as soon as possible. Because at least here, they didn’t have to see the sympathetic eyes of others.

The prying questions.

The pitiful gazes.

The hushed whispers.

At least here, it gave them the illusion that they were doing something. Not only that, but the concrete confines of this place forced the elder Marsh to not crack out a bottle of the strongest liquor he could find. Craig, however, found himself leaving the building to frequently smoke an abundant amount of toxic cigarettes in a mixture of both stress and anxiety.

The smell of heavy fumes followed him everywhere now, sticking to his clothing like a shadow that was overcast his whole body. He’s already had three full packs since it happened and the boys couldn’t say anything to him because the teen was currently made of pure wrath.

While everyone has inflicted constant claustrophobia to the boys with their piteous stares and tight smiles of reassurance, people have only been sending wary glances at the ravenette due to the ravenous aura he emits. His normally expressionless face has a dark edge to it that just didn’t sit right with other bystanders, triggering their fight-or-flight response whenever they stepped within his immediate vicinity.

“Can you shut the fuck up?” The taller teen seethes from his clenched teeth and his even tenser jaw, shooting a scathing glare at the hunched over blonde sitting next to him.

Kenny doesn’t even bother to look up from his cell phone, an object his dull eyes have been indefinitely glued to since that fateful day. While Craig has been the more temperamental one of the group since the occurrence (he always has been, this is what causes the ravenette to get into a lot of fist fights throughout their years), the blonde has been coping by sending my missing mobile device an influx of text messages.

He never receives a response, not that he was expecting one anyway. But that didn’t stop him from sending another text because he knew that if the roles were reversed, I wouldn’t stop trying for him either. One after the other, his fingers fly across the cracked glass in hopes that he’ll see the tell-tale thought bubble pop up at the bottom corner of his phone indicating that I’m typing out a reply.

One minute goes by and then five—still no response.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

As like any other missing person case, there wasn’t much for the police to go on. I was reported to have been last seen outside of the building of Buca de Faggocini when I stopped by for some Italian food to take to Kenny’s place that night. It was in the part of the parking lot that had a blind spot to the security cameras, as if my perpetrator knew there wasn’t surveillance there. The last the boys had heard, there were three possible vehicle models that needed to be checked out but they were warned that it wasn’t likely that they’d lead to anything.

When the police interviewed all of their prioritized suspects, nothing came to fruition. There was no one that harbored any ill will or malicious intent and everyone had reasonable alibis that coincided with the time of the suspected abduction. How could there be? I spent all of my time with the boys.

“As much as I love how popular the police department has gotten in the past few days, don’t you kids have school to get to or something?” The detective passing by mumbles his words around an unlit cigarette, on his way to take a quick smoke break before he returns to the multitude of stacked papers on his desk.

He lays a heavy hand over the closest teenager sitting next to his standing position in an attempt of friendly contact—to a teen wearing a blue chullo over his head. But as soon as his fingers lightly graze against the thick material adorned on the ravenette’s shoulders, his towering body quickly stands up to its full height in order to push the detective against the wall, hard.

His forearm is pressed firmly against the older man’s chest, exerting pressure in retaliation to the passive attempt to get the boys out of the building. The rest of the boys noisily get up from their chairs at the swift action, the sharp scraping of metal against linoleum resounds as a handful of chairs threaten to teeter onto the floor at the force.

Kyle reacts first as he reaches a placating hand to settle over the ravenette’s shoulder, his grip firm on the possible chance that the other would try to escalate the situation into something more physical. The air is tense and strained, everyone warily eyeing the altercation.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” Dark blue eyes steadily bore into that of the adult in front of him, the baritone of his voice descending into a low growl.

“Craig.” The curly haired teen says, his voice firm in warning as his eyes quickly flicker at the two bodies in front of him. They were in a fucking police department, for God’s sake.

“We’re not going to just sit on the sidelines with our thumbs up our fucking asses when she’s out there, somewhere.” The ravenette coldly asserts, his tone low as his expressionless face keeps its unwavering gaze on the police officer.

The older ginger reaches a hand to the arm harshly pressed against his collarbones in an effort to help relieve some of the pain. “Jesus fucking Christ. Then why don’t you guys take a stack of flyers and hand it out around town or some shit? Make a post on social media or gather information from people she knows. Let the adults do their jobs—we’re busy.”

“Busy with what?! You guys haven’t done jack shit since our report. It’s been two fucking days since she’s gone missing and the lack of urgency is seriously fucking me up. Don’t you know that the first 48 hours are the most critical? As each hour passes, the likelihood that a missing person will be found decreases.” Cartman loudly interjects, seething from his standing position as he reprimands the detectives of the entire building in a condescending way.

No one says anything and the oppressive silence threatens to swallow up the officer’s next words but he continues to push on. He lets out a heavy sigh, as much air that he can let out with the abundance of weight being forced onto his body from the unrelenting teen.

“I get it, okay? You kids are trying to cope with her disappearance. But this isn’t healthy, and I don’t think she’d be happy with what you’ve been doing with your time.”

Despite his efforts, it seems to be the wrong words to say because the ravenette exerts even more pressure, menacingly forcing his words out through his gritted teeth. “It was a kidnapping, not a disappearance.”

At the increase of his weight being inflicted, the adult can’t help but to wince. “It’s still being counted as a disappearance since our men have yet to recover any evidence that indicates she was taken without her consent.”

“She wouldn’t just leave us like that!” Clyde wails at the implication, his indignation causing his closed fists to turn white as they tremble by his sides.

Stan’s footsteps thunder forward when unable to keep its owner motionless for any longer, the football player’s build appearing in the unoccupied space behind Craig. There’s a deep glare on his face, his mouth curled into a sneer as it venomously spits out at the quickly panicking detective. “You fucking owe us, Yates.”

Thick eyebrows that were previously furrowed at the rapidly escalating situation creases even further at the elder Marsh’s words. “What the fuck for? I don’t have to do shit for a bunch of kids.”

“Stan’s right. We busted that fucking meth lab for you when we were younger, remember? You sent us undercover to a fucking strip club. We even took down the leader of Colorado’s largest drug cartel.” Kenny interjects, challenging the highest-ranked officer with a lifted eyebrow.

“Ack! What?!” The blonde’s words send a wave of shock through Tweek’s already stressed out body, never having heard about the game of detectives they played as kids that quickly turned into reality.

Harrison immediately cuts through the brief pause before anyone can speak up, bringing his unoccupied hand to squeeze at the skin between his eyes in exasperation. He realizes that he’s steadily losing power over the teens and the situation which is decidedly not good.

“Look. Stanley, was it? It’s basic knowledge that you can’t be on the case when you have some sort of personal attachment to it. Conflicts of interest cause issues and could potentially hinder the progress of the investigation.”

“But we can help. Just let us sit in during the meetings, sir. Please.” The knuckles on Butters’ hands are already rubbed raw from the persistent wave of anxiety of these past few days, his voice weak and wobbly through the permanent lump now stuck in his throat.

Detective Yates takes the time to observe the group in front of him, noting the sunken skin on their too young faces. They’re deeply ringed with dark circles, a vivid shade of purple against their skin and glaringly obviously in its contrast to their canvas.

When his thoughtful eyes meet that of Stan’s, he observes the crumpled shirt and tousled bleached locks that go in all directions from his fingers repeatedly running through it. He tiredly sighs as he runs a weary hand through his fatigued face, feeling tired beyond his years.

This is why he never wanted any kids.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

Help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure

Nothing ever lasts forever

“N/N likes this song a lot.” Kenny wistfully says out into the cold Colorado air, his tired form lazily sitting on the hard curb of the sidewalk as wisps of air form small clouds after his every word.

His hands rest behind his body for support, the gravel of the asphalt uncomfortably digging into his palms. The blonde sits next to where the Tucker’s family car is carefully parked, the driver’s door opened to allow the faint music playing inside of it to spill out into the quiet afternoon.

Despite what Yates had said to the boys about school, it was now spring break for the multitude of teens attending South Park High. And even if they weren’t blessedly granted a few days off from class, the group would have stayed camped out in the police department regardless of what anyone said to them.

We were all supposed to rent out a cabin to stay at for vacation, Kenny bitterly thinks to himself when he sees a few kids from school laugh stress free with one another as they leisurely walk by.

When the heavy front doors of the building behind him opens, he doesn’t turn his head as he stares out at the clouds languidly swimming in the sky. It provides him small comfort to know that no matter where I am in this world, that at least I’m under the same sky as my blonde lover.

“Heard you boys got Sergeant Yates to let you in on our meetings.” Lieutenant Dawson joins, lighting his own cigarette as he leans against the dirty wall of discolored bricks.

There’s a stretch of silence, tendrils of smoke spilling out of the adult’s mouth and adding to the already pungent smell spreading out into the parking lot. He tries again around the rolled up nicotine lit up in his mouth, “Tell me about her.”

“Don’t.” Craig rigidly tells Kenny from his seated position next to the blonde, his own cancer stick lit up between soft pink lips. He doesn’t move his head as he glares at the intrusive officer over the din of the toxic fumes he emits, his hand rising to flash the intruder a vulgar middle finger. “Fuck off.”

“Come on, I want to know more about the girl that caught the ever emotionless Tucker’s attention. What makes her so amazing that you two are willing to be with her at the same time?” The older male tries to encourage the two teens despite sounding disinterested, his fingers tapping away on the glass screen of his cellphone.

The boys had to be honest with their relationship during their interrogations, not wanting to risk the investigation if they withheld any information. At the seemingly innocent question, both Kenny and Craig’s eyes grow distant and nostalgic as they think about the missing person from their trio.

Everything, they simultaneously think at the question. What wasn't all things wonderful about Y/N Marsh? She's absolutely breathtaking.

The onslaught of happy memories come in like a flood within the confines of their minds, providing a short respite against the constant torment the last few days have been. If only so little, a now rare quirk appears at the corner of their lips when remembering their significant other.

The way she slightly crinkles her nose with a cute pout on her face every time Cartman says something she disagrees with.

The small quirk to her lips when she listens to Tweek spout his conspiracies and theories rooted in deep paranoia.

How she tries to fight the smile threatening to break through her expression when her brother says something even remotely funny because she doesn't want to feed his already big ego.

“... It makes me so fucking angry. How the world just continues on without her. Like no one realizes that a person like her is gone.” The ravenette mumbles when he stubs out his cigarette, the flickering embers dying out when he’s quickly brought back to the reality of now.

Craig thinks about how when we were all just kids and would wish that time would hurry up so that we’d be ‘grown’ and could do more things that were restricted by our ages. But now that we are, to the ravenette it seems like time is moving too fast without me by his side.

It’s hard not to realize how much he should have appreciated the moments together more. Isn’t it funny how common it is to not cherish what is before us, until it no longer is?

That’s absolute bullshit, he bitterly thinks.

“Yeah… All I have of her now are memories. And even if I had every trace of her erased from my mind, I’m pretty sure my heart would still ache for her.” Kenny’s hushed voice resounds in the otherwise empty parking area, his words almost a whisper against the wind in his painful yearning.

Sometimes Kenny feels like he’s incapable of crying anymore but he’s always proven wrong. It’s only been two days but it hurts to think. Because what were once precious memories that lit up his body with joy are now tainted with sadness. It hurts to think about the last time of anything: the last time we touched, the last moment he heard my voice—just about anything and everything.

“I can’t fucking sleep. If I do, I dream of her and it just makes me want to reach out to her even though I know I can’t.” He softly continues as his words steadily become thicker with the threat of tears.

It’s hard to do things that we once always did together, the blonde and ravenette think.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

When the boys enter the boardroom to join with the rest of the officers, they’re presented with a reprimanding glare from Detective Yates as they slink their bodies towards the back of the room to lean against the wall. With the last members finally joining (unofficially), the ginger begins the meeting by relaying whatever news was at the precinct.

A couple of new cases got debriefed, one involving a string of broken into cars in the local area during the last couple of weeks and another about possible malpractice at the town’s Planned Parenthood Clinic. It isn’t until the sergeant at the head of the room begins to notify those listening of the ones that got pushed back on priority due to the lack of evidence, that the group of teens get brought down to Earth away from their distracting thoughts.

Collectively, they all flinch when they hear the syllables that make up my name among that list. Relaying this information invokes a plethora of clenched fists and creased eyebrows, the elder Marsh about to open his mouth when a sharp ringtone suddenly cuts through the air.

“Kenny! It’s your phone!” Butters exclaims after locating the source of noise, tufts of his blonde hair getting ruffled at the movement created by his searching head.

The spoken to blonde’s response is delayed in a mixture of apathy of his surroundings and fatigue, his mind taking a few seconds to register the words aimed at him. “What..? Oh shit, my bad.”

Kyle stammers out a hurried apology to the irritated expressions and glares getting shot at the group for the interruption, his words quick at reassuring the officers that are turned at their seats to look at the noise at the back of the room. Ring adorned hands fumble to pat at his orange parka’s pockets but they come up empty handed before he relocates them to his pants.

Tremors of embarrassment causes the blonde to shake as he quickly pulls out the vibrating mobile device, the teen cursing himself at possibly fucking up their chances to attend the meeting. The internal admonishment comes to a quick halt, however.

It’s as if his body was suddenly hit by an oncoming bullet train with how all the air in his body gets knocked out at once. Because there, on the glaring brightness of his cell phone screen is my caller ID.

Sleeping Beauty, it says.

His longer fingers freeze over the broken glass of his cellphone, disbelieving eyes settling onto a picture of the tranquil expression on my face. My features are calm with sleep during a movie night with the boys, the light from the television screen illuminating a beautiful glow of multiple ethereal colors onto my relaxed visage.

You look like an angel when you dream, he had softly whispered onto the skin of my forehead when my eyes blearily fluttered open. It was one of the only things Craig had agreed with him on that night.

“Well? What the fuck are you doing, McCormick! Hang up!” Yates barks out from the front of the room, his temperament heavily bleeding into his words as he crosses his arms in impatience.

Kyle frantically pushes his way over to Kenny when he sees his motionless body, his hands clutched tightly at the device but suspended in midair. He’s about to reach for the still screaming phone within the blonde’s grip before he sharply inhales. “Oh my god…”

“Turn it off or get the fuck out, McCormick. I’m not telling you again!” The thundering voice echoes out into the room that is slowly losing their collective patience, the disruption prolonging the meeting and keeping them away from their work.

“It’s… It’s Y/N!” Clyde wails out loud, tears already forming in the more emotionally sensitive teen’s eyes when he looks over Kenny’s shoulder. The grumbles under the breaths of irritated officers and the furious shifting in their seats stops at the brunette’s words.

The revelation causes a cacophony of noise in the meeting room, as if someone flipped a switch. Barked orders get let out as people begin to file out, the group assigned to the case rushing around to set up recording devices and phone tracking equipment.

Fingers violently shake to swipe at the screen, to command the cellphone to answer the call and to quickly put it on speakerphone. What was once a sea of sudden madness becomes eerily tranquil like a lake, its sudden silence tainted with apprehension and bated breaths.

“… Princess?” Kenny silently whispers, the boys crowding around the blonde in nervous anticipation.

Rustling on the other end can be heard as everyone strains their ears, sweat beginning to bead at everyone’s temples at what could possibly be the first of what seems to be a decade of radio silence. “Ken!”

At the sound of my familiar voice, a sob rips through all of their throats. It feels as if their muscles simultaneously relax for the first time in what feels like forever at the melodic sound of my greeting.

“N/N! Oh my fucking god, are you okay?” Kyle brings his face close to the blonde’s suspended hand, relief transparent as he tries to take over the call from stunned and disbelieving bodies.

“Where the fuck are you?!” Cartman exclaims before I can answer, frustration tinting through his ease at finally getting into contact with me.

“What the hell happened?” It’s Tolkien’s smooth voice this time, both of his hands reaching up to scrub at his already swollen eyes.

“Are you hurt?” Butters pipes in but in contrast to the member of the group that last spoke up, he freely allows the salty wetness to coat at the skin of his cheeks.

For the first time in days, Tweek isn’t painfully tugging at the blonde locks on his head or gritting his teeth to the absolute relief of his jaw. “Ngh! Do you know who—”

I laugh and for the boys, they can’t help the smile that finally makes its long awaited appearance on their faces when they hear the sound despite the distortion the phone causes. “Stop! Stop. I can’t hear when you guys talk all at once, you know?”

They wait for me to contain my giggles and despite the fact that they can’t see my face, they can all just imagine the bright smile that would normally accompany such a sound. “Jeez, you guys. Is everyone there?”

“Of course. We’ve all been together, looking for you. You know none of us would sit still, especially when it comes to you. Sheesh N/N, did you suddenly forget about how much you mean to us?” My brother has a distressed yet wistful expression on his face, pain etched into identical but more masculine features of the other person on the phone.

I lightly chuckle but it only serves to painfully grip at their hearts, a reminder of what was missing from their group. “Yeah, you guys have always been overprotective.”

“What do you expect? You’re our little sister, crybaby or not.” Cartman says in his usual snark but there’s a softness so rarely seen hiding in between his words.

We all gently laugh at the familiar jeer, the guys shooting Clyde teasing yet sympathetic looks as he loudly sobs into the sleeves of his already damp letterman jacket. His wails are unabashed in their volume and while this normally would’ve called for their playful bullying at his crybaby tendencies, they don’t say anything.

The boys watch as Cartman tries hard to keep up his cocky smirking, the larger teen only able to keep it for just a second before it quickly crumbles back to the downturn of melancholic lips. They don’t comment even when it begins to dangerously wobble, his eyes clenched shut to prevent his eyes from further drowning his face with tears.

“… Let me hear Craig.” I softly say, not having heard my raven haired lover since the call started. He’s always had a hard time expressing his emotions and despite the situation I’ve found myself in, I’m most worried at how he’s been processing everything—at how he’s been handling the loss.

The boys weakly push his body from where he’s been holding himself towards the back of the group crowded around the blonde’s phone. Kenny slings his arm around the taller teen when he nears, forcing him into place and with no chance to escape.

“Y/N.” He says thickly through his grief, alerting me of his presence.

“Oh, baby.” I affectionately coo when I hear his wet words and the apparent strain in his throat from trying his absolute hardest to keep himself from crying. It’s like the dam finally breaks at the familiar cadence of my voice because all too soon, I hear the heart wrenching sobs of the ravenette.

“Don’t cry!”

“I can't. How do you expect me not to when my person is gone?” Kenny brings the taller teens wet face against his shoulder for support, the blonde’s eyebrows uncomfortably creased at the disturbing sight. In all the years they’ve known each other, Craig has never cried.

“I’m here, I’m here.” I sniff into the phone, quickly trying to reassure the distressed teen.

But he can’t hold the weeping that racks through his entire body any longer, no matter how hard he tries. It’s the type that’s full of anguish and pain—so raw in its emotions and grief. “No, you’re not. Don’t lie to me, N/N. I miss you. Just come back, please. I don’t think I can do this without you anymore. It fucking hurts.”

“I know, love. I know... Hey.” I call to get his attention when the sound of his vocalized hurt only further escalates, bordering on hysterical. I wait until he’s calmed down enough to just hiccups, patient as the other boys bring their hands to the back of the ravenette and rub soothing circles onto his body.

“You have Kenny, you’ll be alright. Be there for each other when I’m not there, okay? Promise to take care of each other, for me.” My voice cracks midway and at this point the group’s sniffles are all that can be heard in the meeting room, every other officer watching in silent pity.

Stan clears his throat, willing his rough voice to cooperate with him. “N/N. Are you okay? Please, talk to me. Tell me anything.” Although happy beyond belief to finally be able to hear his other half again, he can’t help but to be wary at the call. There’s a slight distrust there, suspicious in wondering if the allowance of communication meant that they had a demand or negotiation to make.

“I can't say much, they’re here with me.”

They? That could be anybody, everyone in the room thinks in dread. It could be multiple people or just one person involved with the disappearance. It could be male, female, or other and that doesn’t help with deducting the pool of suspects at all.

“I'm okay, though. Don’t worry about me, I just miss you all.” A wave of confusion hits the boys at once because why the hell wouldn’t they worry about me? Their minds go blank at the ridiculous request, almost appalled at my words.

“We miss you too, babe. Of course we do.” Kenny rushes to reassure me, not wanting to further upset his already distressed significant other or cause an insecurity that he wouldn’t be able to properly sooth due to my unknown whereabouts.

“It’s weird, isn’t it? I don't think I've ever gone this long without seeing any of you.” No one says anything when I softly speak into the phone because it’s true. And it’s not right, it’s just as absurd as someone claiming that the Earth is flat. The group as a whole is like a given fact and right now, a puzzle piece is missing and the boys are frantic in finding it.

“They let me call on the one condition that I couldn't say anything. This is only so I can hear your voices.”

Jimmy, ever the comedian, tries to lighten up the tense air when the oppressing silence quickly fills up the room again. “W-wuh-what? Already annoyed y-yuh-your captor with your a-ah-award winning personality, baby Marsh?”

I laugh out loud but it sounds broken, the strangled noise sounding more like a sob. “Shut up, you cripple. How are you guys?” And just like that, the boys go back to the recent development of their default expression of frowning.

Because really..? What exactly was there to say?

The teens were at a loss for words. They wondered if they could actually talk like it was a normal conversation given the circumstances and the unanswered questions burning through their minds. No one knew what to say—no one knew how to discuss mundane things like the weather or their day, like nothing was out of the ordinary given the elephant in the room.

At the answering silence, I’m meek as I speak up again. “Stan, can you do something for me..? Can you tell mom, dad, and Shelley that I love them?”

Everyone immediately stands at attention as they feel their stomachs sink because those words were dangerous.

“What? No, fuck you.” He starts getting increasingly hysterical at the implications of my request. Stan knew it was unfair to get angry but his heart begins to quickly hammer in his chest, cold sweat breaking throughout his whole body because he was beginning to get terrified for his baby sister.

He emphasizes, all of the blood draining from his face. “If you want to say that then you tell them yourself, in person.”

“Yeah, okay. I'm sorry. I will, it’s just been a while since I’ve said that to them and I just want them to know that I'm okay.” I’m quick to try to bring back a semblance of normalcy back to the conversation, as if it was a routine phone call from a friend that went away for a trip or something. As if it was a casual request to give someone they were missing their love while they were out of town.

“Is Karen doing fine? She's eating properly, right? I don’t want her to worry—Tricia too. I know that they have tests coming up, so please make sure that they’re getting enough sleep and that they focus on their own health. They already worry enough during this time of the year and I don't need them to be distracted with my well being on top of everything else.” I begin to chat like normal, rambling over the phone.

But it wasn’t normal, because everyone could hear a small sense of urgency in my words like I was trying to get everything out of my system before a set time limit. By now, the last remaining barriers for all the boys have been broken and their tears freely flowed from their sleep deprived eyes.

I hiccup before I continue, wetly laughing through my tears. “God, I can't believe that they’re in middle school already.”

“Yeah, okay. We’ll do that, beautiful. I promise we will.” Kenny croaks, the boys all stumbling in place from their trembling bodies and leaning against each other in support. Everyone collectively tries to control their breathing and crying so that they can still hear me over the phone, seeking solace from one another.

I hum in appreciation at the confirmation, unable to see the mess that everyone is in. “How's Ike?”

“Fine.” Kyle forces through his tight throat, only able to let out one word before a sob forces itself out. He presses a hand over his lips, painfully exerting pressure to stop himself from wailing like Clyde.

This, of course, was an absolute lie. The younger Broflovski has had a permanent look of emptiness after the initial tantrum he threw from hearing the news. The curly haired teen couldn’t bring himself to relay how the elementary schooler has been spending his days at the Marsh residence, locked away in my room and curled up in my bed waiting for me to come home.

“That's good to hear. He has his school play coming up, right?” It was truly maddening, my casual tone. Tweek couldn’t hold it back any longer, his eyes squeezed shut as his shaking hands begins to go back at seizing fistfuls of blonde hair to sharply tug at.

“You remembered… It’s this weekend.” The red head whispers, his voice wavering because it feels like he’s completely breaking from the inside at the thought of his two younger siblings.

“Of course I did! That’s my little man.” I say fondly, beaming into the phone yet a little offended that the ushanka wearer might have thought that I forgot such an important date.

Nonetheless, I continue. “I know he’ll do good. I helped him practice his lines for weeks, you know? He’s been working so hard. Sometimes when it’s late at night, he’ll call me just to have me listen to him recite his parts over the phone. He’ll whisper it so that Aunt Sheila won’t catch him. I'm so proud of him. I wish I could come see him on the big stage—he really belongs under the spotlight.”

“Wh-of course you can come. I thought you were coming?” Kyle’s words are forceful through gritted teeth, confused anger seeping in as his eyebrows crease.

His words carry the underlying question of why wouldn’t you come? What makes you think that you couldn’t? The hearts of the group horribly clenches in pain because the words, again, allude to something dreadfully worrying.

I wetly laugh, apologetic. “Yeah… I’m sorry. Of course.”

At the empty words, Kenny finally breaks. He just wants to wake up from this nightmare, this ongoing daze of a dream. Because those words were merely meant to placate the teens, not to promise anything. Lips twisted into a grimace, the boys listen to me apologize yet again.

“Princess, don’t do this to me anymore. I can’t fucking take it. I miss you. Please, N/N. Talk to us.” Finally interrupting the small talk, the resolve of the other boys ends. It’s now filled with a verbal onslaught of pain in the meeting room as they can no longer withhold their soft hiccups and gasping sobs.

“Kenny. Craig.” I heavily breathe, willing them to hear my next words through my quick gasps.

Oh, how they wish they could just pull me to their chests like they usually do and pepper an abundance of soft kisses onto my face in comfort when they hear my voice break.

“I love you.”

Parting words, rushed to desperately convey my words as if time was running out. But there was plenty of time, right?

… Right?

Craig growls, his head shooting out from its position over Kenny’s shoulder. He snatches the phone out of the blonde’s hands and presses it close to his downturned mouth. “Don’t you fucking dare say that to me right now. You say that to my face, you hear me?”

I laugh in affection, “I thought you might say that. You’re always so stubborn.”

Despite the harsh words the ravenette savagely spits at me, I continue to talk. “But I need you both to know. You two were the best things to ever happen to me.”

Were, why would you say were but not are?

My next words are like a whisper. Like it was too late. “Always and forever, right? My promise ring—I love it so much. I look at it all the time and smile, it never fails to do that to me. I just wish I could have seen a wedding ring replace it.”

But before the two boys can protest at their lover’s words of regret, scuffling can be heard. The sound of a struggle on the line paralyzes the bodies of the teens, their eyes growing wide in fear as their breaths come out quickly of the unknown.

“Y-Y/N..?” Jimmy’s voice wobbles, the crutches supporting his body shaking due to its owner's harsh trembling.

When they hear my voice again, it’s a little further away from the phone and it isn’t in response to any of the guys. “No, please! Just a little while longer.”

“Y/N?!” My brother yells, ripping the cellphone out of the confines of Craig’s already tight grip.

For the first time since I picked up, the boys desperately look at the other officers in the room but they can only look back at them in sympathy. They were all powerless to the situation, forced to do nothing as they helplessly listen to me beg and struggle.

“Guys, I'm sorry! Stan! I love you! Craig! Kenny! I love you!” I sound even further away this time, my voice muffled and more distorted. Like I was shouting from the distance in a fierce effort to be heard as the space between the phone and I quickly increases.

“Kyle! I lo—”

No more words, just the dial tone.

“Y/N!” Everyone yells at the same time but it’s already too late, futile in its message of reaching me.

Nothing. It’s silent again.

When the phone falls from my brother’s loosening grip, the sound of it hitting the carpeted floor of the boardroom orchestrates an influx of noise. The officers around the boys spring back into life as Yates barks out orders while all the detectives begin to shoot out theories.

Something the boys have been praying for just leaves them feeling drained and hollow, their lifeless eyes staring at one another in complete hopelessness. They hear a passing detective that makes their way to exit the room with another, mumbling to his partner as they pass by the boys.

Their companion loudly shushes them with an elbow to the side as they shoot the motionless teens a wary look, but it’s too late. They heard what he said and it just voices out into existence the terrifying thing that is going through everyone’s minds right now—the thought that everyone didn’t have the courage to acknowledge to themselves

That was a goodbye, wasn’t it..?

song: [everybody wants to rule the world - tears for fears]

a/n: i have to admit, adding this song to this chapter was rather indulgent on my end because i absolutely LOVE this song!! the lyrics are so profound to me and i just decided to incorporate these lyrics to this part because it really matched up with what was going on so i thought, why not? :)

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