Growing Fond

Shane x Reader

Class: SFW

Word Count: 1.6K

CW: Spoilers For Shane’s First Heart Event, This is Basically a more Detailed Version of the Heart Event, NB Reader, Alcohol, Extisential Dread, Reader is a bit Unhinged, Reader is refered to as Farmer, Mentions of Injuries

For Shane it was a normal boring routine day, he got up, went to work, stocked shelves until his hands were numb and is now being screeched at by his phone that it’s finally his lunch break. He let out a groan as he stood up from his crouched position, his back cracking loudly when he stood up straight. He made a bee line for the door not bothering to acknowledge Morris as he sped past him. He walked all the way to the saloon to find it pretty much empty aside from Gus, Emily, Pam and you. Pam was already 3 drinks in and you seemed to be busy ordering something, so he just made his way to his usual spot against the wall and waited. As he sat down he didn’t notice when your eyes flitted over at him and returned back to Gus quickly adding one more item to your order. When you were done you took your time walking over to him, he looked up and saw a small smile on your face as you waved at him. “This seat taken?” you asked nodding your head at the empty stool. “Nope.” he said popping the p, he didn’t necessarily dislike you but he didnt want to spend his lunch break with you either. You sat down with a sigh leaning your head on your hand as you look at him “So how’s your day been so far Shane?” “Same as always, anyways what are you doing here? Don’t you have crops to take care of?” it came out much more annoyed and rough than he wanted but he’s too tired to correct it.

 Before you could answer Gus came up with 4 cups of a coffee and a small pizza, before Shane could ask Gus for the usual the man sped off to the other side of the bar where Pam is. He raised an eyebrow at your...questionable lunch, although he doesn’t have any room to speak regarding your diet since his looked frighteningly similar. “Ah, well, I’m heading to the mine after this and-” you said pulling a plain silver thermos out of your bag “-I don’t want to run out of energy immediately so...” you opened the bottle and started pouring the coffee into it not spilling a drop from any of the cups. He could feel the terror that flashed on his face before he tried to go back to the usual RBF he has. “That can’t be healthy…well at least you’re getting some solid food in.” He eyed the personal pizza that sat in front of you, “Oh! Uhh…” You looked away from him with a soft chuckle “I actually got the pizza for you.” A nervous smile forced it’s way to face as you try to figure out what to say next. “I know today’s your birthday so I thought I’d get ya lunch…” His head cocked the side slightly “Oh, is it my birthday today?” He looked down at his phone to see Spring 20 on the lock screen “I guess it is, thanks.” He looked up at you with a small smile “This is nice.” “Well I’m glad you like it!” You slide the box in front of him and after he takes a couple bites from the pizza you got him you turn towards him, “I should probably get going-” you hop off the stool next to his with ease “Bye Shane, have a happy birthday!” Your smile makes him almost sad to be alone again…almost. “See ya, Farmer.”

He watched you walk out the Saloon door, he finished the pizza in a few minutes and let out a sigh as he looked at the time. Sliding off the stool he walked out of the Saloon back to his miserable job. The day blurred by restocking the same shelves that he wished he could watch burn to the ground, when his shift ended he picked up a pack of beers before heading home. The night air was crisp and the temperature was not…uncomfortably warm, so he walked out to the pier on the property and plopped down with his pack next to him. He was about 2 cans in when he heard the creak of the old wood planks behind him and footsteps approaching, stopping when they reached him. When he looked to his side he saw grimy boots covered in mud, slime and…insect remains, well there was worst company to have than you. “Up late, huh?” “Actually just got back from the mines.” Letting out a tired chuckle as if it was hilarious that you spent 10 hours underground. As he turned up to halfheartedly scold you for your life decisions, he got a glimpse of the arm and hand closest to him. Cuts ranging from little scratches to a freshly stitched up gash on your bicep, large welts that resemble…bug bites, and bruises of all colors are splattered across it. He no longer had the will to tell you off, “Here, have a cold one.” He extended the can to you, feeling your calloused fingers brush against his as you grabbed it.

Taking the beer as an invite to stay for awhile you take a seat next to him. You’re much closer than either of you expected, shoulders pressing against each other. He watched you a bit as you fiddled with the little metal tab, after a couple minutes of insect chirps he lets out a sigh. You tilted your head at him and he just responds with a bitter “Buh…life.” Maybe it was the beer or the comfortably uncomfortable silence that made him speak without thinking, “You ever feel like…no matter what you do, you’re gonna fail? …Like you’re stuck in some miserable abyss and you’re so deep you can’t even see the light of day?” He could feel your eyes burrowing into the side of his head, but he kept staring straight into the darkness of the lake beneath you both. “I just feel like no matter how hard I try…I’m not strong enough to climb out of that hole.” He can see your head turn forward in his peripheral, taking the opportunity to actually look at you. Your body was tense and face wearing an expression he knows all too well, a mixture of existential dread and tiredness. In the silence that settled over you two the crack of the tab finally breaking the aluminum can was heard. He watched as you brought it up to your lips and tilt your head back, hearing your big gulps of the icy beer until you finally crush the can in your hand. Maybe it’s the beer buzzing in his system but the way you’re lightly panting and the expert chugging had him feeling…funny. You looked over at him and mumbled a little “Sorry.” 

He felt the corners of his mouth curl up a bit “Heh…fast drinker, huh? A person after my own heart.” You could feel your face warm up a bit at his flirty joke. “Just don’t make it a habit…you got a future ahead of you still.” There was such a soft undertone of sincerity that it caught you a bit off guard, you watched as he finished his can of beer placing it next to your crushed one. “Welp…my liver is beggin’ me to stop. Better call it a night.” You got up wobbling a bit, man are your legs and arms sore from today. Shane grabbed the empty cans placing them in the plastic bag the pack came from, you watch as he grunted to get up on his knees, without hesitation you extended a hand to help him up. He stared at it for a few moments before taking it, you pulled him up towards you with ease, his hands were warm and a bit sweaty along with his his now slightly red cheeks it was something that nestled into your brain without realization. You reluctantly let go of his hand opting to shove them in your pockets, “I’ll walk you to your house…it’s on the way to mine.” Despite the fact the house he shared was visible from the dock he wasn’t opposed to having your company a little while longer. The grass crunched under your shoes as you walked with him, reaching the trash can that sat right outside the front door he dumped the bag with the empty cans. 

“This was nice, thanks for the beer and the company.” Your smile was well visible due to the house lights shining right outside the front door. “I’m heading home now, I’ll see you tomorrow, Shane!” You waved as you started walking off, “See you around, Farmer.” Returning the wave as he walked into the house, without thinking he stood by the window and watched you dissapear down the path that connects the two properties. He slowly walks to his room attempting not to wake anyone else in the house, sliding into his room he softly closed the door and let out a sigh. He faceplanted onto his bed feeling the effects of the day and beers crash on him, his mind drifted from the shelves of the market, the few ‘Happy Birthdays’ he recieved and finally landed on you. He let his thoughts linger, marinating in the details his slightly hazey brain grasped onto. The callouses developing on your hands, the scars forming on your arms and the way that you lifted him like he was a feather...he could feel his face heating up again like before, ‘I need to stop...but I guess there are worst ways to spend my birthday?’ Getting up he kicked off his shoes, lazily changing into a T-shirt and shorts. Crawling back into bed he closed his eyes and let himself indulge the thoughts his sober brain would’ve shot down immediately. The best gift he’s getting today is from himself and it’s a good night’s sleep.

I hope you enjoyed reading this! Remember to drink water, eat something and get plenty of rest! Feel free to return whenever you want traveler, take care!💜

~Love Patient 0

WIBTA if I didn’t let my friend bring their partner to social events?

We are all in our 30s and all trans/NB/queer. My friend (B) and I have known each other nearly 20 years, and over those years they’ve had a rough dating history. They’ve had several emotionally and mentally abusive or neglectful partners, further details about that I won’t give here. I’ve met most of them and they’ve always disliked me for various reasons (usually they were just jealous of the place I held in their life).

Recently though, B seems to have found someone who makes them happy (we’ll call them T) and T treats them better than their previous partners. Which is great! I’m happy for B. But I find T insufferable.

Granted, I don’t have to see T very often, but when I do its always uncomfortable.

The first time I met T they trauma dumped immediately. In the first half hour I knew all about their horrible family but couldn’t tell you any hobby or interest they had. We were in a very public place and I didn’t feel it was the most appropriate topic to get to know someone, but I tried to relate with my own stories all the same. However, T always had to “one up” every story I told. it felt like a “whose childhood was worse” competition.

The second time we all hung out T ignored me completely, really only hanging around and talking to B. Since it was B’s birthday I didn’t really mind at all. Plus, we were at a beercade so everyone was kinda off doing their own thing. But even when we all sat down they just kinda threw looks my way but didnt say a word to me.

But most recently I had hosted a halloween party (it was only 8 folks so tiny party) where B and T both showed up. When T asked me how work was going I started with what I felt was a normal “Ah yeah, it sucks but—” and before I could say anything else they spoke over me to say

“Yeah you’ve mentioned you hate your job every time I’ve seen you so thats sort of my only impression of you :/ ”

(a possibly important side note: B and T are both doing things that they enjoy but have to hustle a bit to make ends meet whereas I have a full time retail job through which i have insurance so leaving isnt as easy for me since I have more tied up in my job than just a paycheck)

This really pissed me off, as not only is being interrupted a huge pet peeve, but there are aspects of my job I enjoy. I just never got to talk about them because the conversation would either divert or we would just stop talking altogether. Also the way they came across felt pretty judgmental.

T then proceeded to spend the rest of the evening talking about everything from the movie to the snacks with therapy speak and trauma processing. (ex: I think I’m locked into this movie because it might’ve been a safe haven for me during my childhood and I just dont remember watching it but I can feel its importance to me) And only ever to B, never engaging with anyone else.

(another note: they are not the only one at the party with anxiety. two of my other friends have severe social anxiety and while maybe a little awkward were still able to hold casual conversations. no one was a stranger to anyone at the party)

This also meant that I didn’t get to spend any time with B during the party either, which was a shame cause I see them so rarely.

I understand that trauma processing is important and its great if you have someone in your life that can help you. It does not need to happen every where all the time. And I’m worried that B might be getting taken advantage of like they have in the past (in the sense that they have to do all the emotional legwork in the relationship and get very little of that effort back).

I’m tired of catering to this attitude and I don’t enjoy being around them, so I no longer want to involve them in group events I host.

would that make me an asshole?

What are these acronyms?

Since I reblogged the cool post about Octobun’s Mirculous server, I wanted to show off my character for that particular AU!

I plan to add Seychelles and Romano, but main muse is Villain France, Beaupaon~ Have his backstory/bio!

Name: Jean Epine

Age: 39

Birthday: July 26th

Gender: Genderfluid (Any Pronouns)

Orientation: Panromantic Asexual 

Location: City Center 

Occupation: Fashion Designer

Personality

Jean is a character who takes his time admiring the world around him and the beauty within it all. He’s someone who’s been through hardship, but always tries to look on the brighter side of the world. He’s passionate and confident, and often comes across as more self-centered than he is. He believes in the importance of love and acceptance, and nothing to him is more important than the love and care of oneself and the ones around you. 

While many focus on sharpening their swords, Jean sharpens his tongue and his mind. He will find ways to talk his way out and around any problems. He never goes into something he’s unsure he won’t come out on top of. However lately some of his emotions and actions have become rather erratic and confusing, with seeming no goal or benchmark in mind. 

When not putting on a smile for others he can be a lot softer spoken and more introspective. Sometimes you can see it if you catch him relaxing when others aren’t looking. His face goes from his smarmy, carefree smile, with sparkles of mischief in his eyes; to a quiet solum energy, and a thunderstorm in his gaze that seems to stretch out beyond everyone around him, to something only he can see. 

Likes

Miraculous Work

Dining/Theater

Designing/Sewing

Finery

Art/Painting

Biking

Radio Hosting

Dislikes

Setbacks

Dirt/Grime

His Achy Joints

Rough Sleep

Caffeine Free Coffee

Bad Smells

Unappealing Things

Mental and Physical Ailments: PTSD, Major Depression, Weak Ankles and Back Scarring. He’s a consistent ambient cane user. 

Backstory

Jean is currently a famous fashion designer who has grown up in the town of Vierles after moving from another city to it in his youth. He carried a lot of childhood anxiety, having been very gloomy in his youth and struggling with a lot of emotional pressure from his family who expected nothing short of perfection from him. He spent much of his youth as a normal child until his high school years where he was recruited around the age of fifteen by a man who taught him about the amazing power of the miraculous. 

Becoming a hero gave a teen Jean a lot of hope that he didn’t otherwise have, and gave him strength in comrades that he felt was deeper than just the surface level amount he received in his regular life. However it all came crashing down, their master gone, one of their partners becoming the keeper of the box, and that was barely the surface of his troubles… 

With no guidance and the muscle memory of his perfection, he immediately tried to overly support others at the risk of his own health, struggling to keep his power in check while also supporting others through the turmoil. Once he graduated, he left for college, taking his miraculous with him to another city, and thus the hero Pavonine disappeared. 

When he returned to the city many years later, and much wiser, he joined the fashion industry and rose up the ranks, and people began to see the “hero” known as Beaupaon. Or, he was a hero at first. The beautiful and graceful character with endless charms seems to bounce back and forth wildly in want and scope. One day, he charms people to wreak havoc, on other days he helps poor people down on their luck. It’s impossible to gain his end goal from this.

His emotions seem to constantly be in flux, snapping from one extreme to the next that unlucky few can see in real time if they’re nearby when he’s causing trouble. No one knows exactly what he wants, and most people assume he doesn’t know either, he seems simply insistent on making as much trouble as he can to “draw him out”... whatever that means…

Codename: Beaupaon (formerly Pavonine)

Miraculous: Peacock

Kwami: Kwami of Emotion, Duusu

Alignment: Antagonist (Current), Hero (Former)

Weapon: Fan (and a Staff)

Power: The Ability to create a being or object that can be used to aid a person in whatever they wish, usually by taking his feathers to inhabit an object of high emotional connection. This being is tied to the person who is holding the item, and can either be dismissed by the holder or by Beaupaon himself with the snap of his fingers. He’s able to form a mental connection between himself, the person and their creation. The things he creates are also tied emotionally to their holder and can be used to manipulate or force out the emotions he wishes for them to channel. For example, giving them an item that channels out their anger allowing them to take it out on the nearby city to get it out of them until it burns out or he no longer has use of it. 

How they got their Miraculous: He was given his miraculous back in high school when he, Oliver and many others were training under their previous master. When their group fell apart, and he moved away for college and life, he took Duusu with him. 

Charmine has taken over my brain...I was thinking about that detail you mentioned of them seeing each other sparsely and getting to know each other through their letters. I just imagine Charming really agonizing and investing a lot of thought into Jasmine's letters, he takes good care to preserve them. Weird things like how the paper smells (she scents it?) to how her handwriting has changed. Think of that scene in Hamilton, where Angelica is thrown into a loop over a single comma - Charming hangs onto things like that even if Jasmine didnt intend anything (or maybe subconsciously?). And when they meet as adults and spend proper time together, Jasmine is genuinely blown away by how much Charming remembers (they've been engaged forever, does it matter what you write when you can't opt out of the engagement in any case?) And she feels guilty for not keeping all of the letters he sent.

This was supposed to be just a TINY excerpt that I was inspired to make based off your ask, but I wound up writing a lot more, so, uh... I hope you like it xD

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Jasmine couldn't believe it. There they were; every single letter she had ever unwillingly sent Prince Christopher, all neatly organized in chronological order, preserved in a treasure chest made just for them. She took the first letter, inside the same envelope it had been sent in, but closed with a thin piece of string to easily open and close again. Clearly, Christopher read these every now and then.

They were Christopher's possession, but Jasmine figured she had been the one to write them, so she had the right to read them. The first letter was, indeed, the very first letter she had ever sent him. This was back when she didn't really understand what a fiance was. What an engagement entailed.

Jasmine was around 6 years old. It wasn't her handwriting, but her words. One of the servants had helped her put her words on paper. It was just child nonsense. She was telling Christopher about her favorite toys, that she liked to dance and sing and how her father had just gifted her a baby tiger for her birthday. She didn't ask Christopher any questions, she just told him about herself.

As Jasmine went through the letters, she noticed a pattern. Christopher would tell Jasmine just a little bit about himself in each letter, but more than anything else, he was asking her questions. He asked her about her likes and dislikes, the people in her life, her thoughts and feelings about the world... things normal people would ask someone they're meant to marry.

And Jasmine's letters were her answering his questions. As short as possible, never giving any details or asking him any questions. Her bitterness about the arranged engagement was hidden in how rough her handwriting became over the years. How the ink seemed to get thicker and thicker as the day when they would first meet approached.

Even the scent of jasmine flowers seemed to be poisoned by the bitterness in her letters.

Christopher loved their letters. He looked forward to them every month, looked forward to hearing more about his fiancé and learn about her culture, religion and her desires. While to Jasmine, the letters were just another chore for a Princess. Something to be finished and dealt with as fast as possible, so she could do anything else.

When Jasmine reached her final letter, she almost couldn't bring herself to read it. This letter she remembered. This was the letter where she told him the truth; the ink was sloppy from her furious tears hitting it as she had poured her heart out. She wrote it on the day she would start her journey to meet him. 21 days at sea, sailing across the waters to meet the source of her anger.

Jasmine had never been as honest in her life as she were in the last letter. She clearly remembered all her accusations and all the cruelty she wrote, fully believing she was in her right to be as angry as she were and that Christopher was just yet another person who wanted to control her life.

Jasmine reached Christopher's kingdom before the letter did. In fact, it didn't reach his shore before more than a month had already passed. Jasmine couldn't have known how much things would change in just 30 days. How could she? Christopher was somehow both exactly like she had pictured and yet not at all.

Christopher was genuine. So unbelievably genuine. She fully believed he didn't have a malicious bone in his body. He wasn't sarcastic, snarky, or arrogant. His genuine interest in her practically spilled over once they met.

And he remembered her. He remembered every single thing she had told him. Whether he remembered just because his memory was good or because he read her letters over and over again didn't change that at the very core, he cared. He cared oh so much about her. His attentiveness and kindness was overwhelming to say the least.

But more than anything else what really shattered Jasmine's opinion of him was when he met Rajah. Rajah, her pet tiger, didn't like anyone but her. Not even her father, despite his best efforts, could get close to Rajah without at least a growl his way. Rajah kept people at leg's length and was fiercely protective of Jasmine.

Jasmine and Rajah had been in the courtyard, near a fountain just like they always did at her palace, when Christopher had joined them. Rajah growled almost immediately, stepping protectively in front of Jasmine without her even having to say a word. Christopher simply smiled at the tiger, greeted them both and sat down near a tree, pulled out a book and started to read.

Rajah was just as confused as Jasmine were. People always attempted to approach Rajah, thinking he was tame because he was so gentle with Jasmine. Or they would try to walk around Rajah, avoiding him to talk to Jasmine to no avail, as Rajah would just circle around Jasmine. And some people tried to scare Rajah away, which was always hilarious. You can't scare a tiger, not one like Rajah at least.

Christopher was the first to just... accept Rajah's presence. Rajah didn't want Christopher near him or Jasmine, so Christopher just... didn't approach. He was still within their presence, they could have a conversation if they wanted, but he had a very respectful distance.

Jasmine had her hand on Rajah's head and felt him walk towards Christopher. She didn't know what he was going to do, Rajah had never willingly approached anyone unless to strike. But his movement was calm, his tail hanging down rather than lashing like it would if he were stalking a pray.

Christopher ignored Rajah, his eyes dutifully focused on his book. The tiger approached him, sniffed his shoe then his pants and finally his book. Jasmine was close enough to see the sweat drops falling from Christopher's forehead. He was absolutely terrified, but kept his calm as the large animal had its mouth so close to him he could feel its breath.

And then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, Rajah laid down with his head on Christopher's lap.

Jasmine's jaw dropped. And Jasmine's jaw never dropped. It wasn't until then that Christopher reacted as well, lifting his arms away from the tiger and staring at it. He lifted his head to look at Jasmine, asking if he could pet Rajah. Jasmine didn't answer, she could barely hear him. The sight of Christopher actually petting Rajah was only the second most surprising thing she was seeing right then; Rajah enjoying it was the most surprising.

And then Jasmine cried. She didn't know why. A huge wave of emotion just washed over her, and when a loud sob hitched her throat, Rajah practically jumped off Christopher to go and comfort her. Jasmine sat down, hiding her face in Rajah's fur as Christopher approached her, asking her if he had upset her. Jasmine shook her head to which Christopher asked if she'd prefer for him to stay or leave. When Jasmine said leave, he didn't question it. He simply respected her decision, told her where to find him if she needed him and left her.

Jasmine, now reading her final letter to Christopher, felt that same wave of guilt she had that day at the fountain. All her anger had been targeted at a person so sweet and genuine that she couldn't help but think lowly of herself. She believed him when he said he was in love with her, how could she not? Christopher didn't have just one love language, he had them all. He treated her with respect and kindness, never lied or pressured her into spending time with him nor did he pressure her into this marriage as she had first thought.

And how had she treated him? Like vermin. Like some filthy creature whose only purpose was to fuel her hatred towards her title as a princess. She had used him as an outlet for everything in her life she found unfair. When he was in fact probably the only one who had ever respected her to this extend.

When one of the letters on the paper was hit with one of her tears, Jasmine heard someone behind her. She didn't have to look over her shoulder to know it was Christopher, she knew it was him because a gentle knock on the door was heard. Only Christopher would knock on the door to his own room after having caught someone sneaking into it and going through his private belongings. He was too kind for his own good.

Christopher sat next to Jasmine, at a respectful distance as usual, and just looked at her, waiting for her to speak. But Jasmine didn't know what to say. What could she say, knowing he had read this letter she had so conveniently forgotten? He must have had received it last night because he seemed a little off all day today. That's why she had gone to his room, to figure out why he was suddenly distancing himself from her when all he had been doing all month was trying to get closer to her. He used different strategies, but he had the same intent all the same.

So when Christopher suddenly seemed cold, it threw Jasmine off. Well, as cold as Christopher could be... which wasn't a lot, but just enough for her to notice. His smile never fully reached his ears, his voice was just a tad rougher and his eyes... had a red tint to them. She couldn't bare the thought of having made him cry.

What could she say or do to show him that the girl sitting next to him was ashamed of the girl who sent him that letter? Words were failing her and she didn't know how to convey was she felt...

Until something obvious crossed her mind.

Jasmine wiped her face as clean as she could with her hand, almost furiously rubbing away her tears, when she felt a hand gently touching her cheek. She looked at Christopher, who was now using his thumb to help her remove the smudged mascara and eyeliner, looking completely composed and focused while doing so. Despite it all, he still looked at her like she was the most precious thing in the world to her. That made her next action all the more easier to do.

Putting a hand on the floor to support herself, she leaned forward and let her lips touch Christopher's. His fingers were still on her cheek, frozen in place for a few seconds before he let the palm of his hand hold her jaw softly. It was a feather light touch, almost like he was afraid of scaring her off.

Jasmine's heart couldn't take not looking him in his eyes anymore and so, she leaned back and looked at him, silently begging for him to understand what she was trying to say. Christopher slowly opened his eyes, a tint of red on his cheeks and a goofy smile on his face. Jasmine smiled, just a little bit. She opened her mouth, hoping to say something, but nothing came out. She wanted to make sure Christopher understood her, but he didn't seem to be thinking about the letter anymore.

Perhaps she didn't really need to put it into words. After all, actions spoke louder than words... and all those words shared between them over the years could never speak louder than that first, sweet, gentle kiss they shared, both with tears in their eyes and smiles on their faces.

Character profiles from the Golden Kamuy fanbook

sharing anywhere is fine but please credit me. stop posting screenshots of my translations on twitter with no credit

Sugimoto Saichi

Birthday: March 1st Birthplace: Kanagawa prefecture Likes: Dried persimmons, salted brains Dislikes: Locust tsukudani (shredded locusts that were simmered in soy sauce and mirin) Height: Shorter than Vasily, about the same height as Toni and Wilk, taller than Tsurumi and Koito Weight: Lighter than Nihei, about the same weight as Vasily and Tsukishima, heavier than Tsurumi

Commentary:

His emotions are expressed through his scarf. His injuries heal fast due to his abnormally high metabolism, and so do burns. You meet people with this kind of constitution once in a while. He sweats easily so his skin is always damp.

Asirpa

Birthday: January 1st Birthplace: Hokkaido, near Otaru Likes: Salted brains, Sugimoto’s osoma (miso) Dislikes: Snakes Height: Shorter than Ienaga and Nagakura, taller than Cikapasi Weight: Lighter than Inkarmat, about the same weight as Cikapasi

Commentary:

Her face and height changed the most out of all characters.

Shiraishi Yoshitake:

Birthday: March 3rd Birthplace: Southern Kanto region Likes: Sake, candy, white rice Dislikes: Deer brains Height: Shorter than Ogata, taller than Hijikata, Usami and Sofia Weight: Lighter than Koito, about the same weight as Ogata, Nikaido twins, Usami and Wilk, heavier than Kadokura

Commentary:

Sugimoto’s hidden partner, although he is more of a Fujiko rather than Jigei in relation to Lupin; there’s a sense of danger about him.

Ogata Hyakunosuke:

Birthday:  January 22nd Birthplace:  Born in Tokyo area, raised in Ibaraki prefecture Likes: Anglerfish hotpot  Dislikes: Shiitake mushrooms   Height: Shorter than Edogai, taller than Shiraishi   Weight: Lighter than Koito, about the same weight as Shiraishi, Nikaido twins, Usami and Wilk, heavier than Kadokura    

Commentary:

He was supposed to be more talkative, but ended up rather quiet in order to balance things out. Snipers are tricky to write whether they’re allies or enemies, so he’s a difficult character to handle. I think he’s rather strong at close combat too, though.

Tanigaki Genjirou:

Birthday: June 28th Birthplace: Akita prefecture, Ani village Likes: Kiritanpo (mashed rice put on skewers and toasted over fire) Dislikes: Shiitake mushrooms Chest circumference: 124 cm Height: Shorter than Ushiyama, about the same height as Ariko, taller than Kiroranke Weight: Lighter than Ushiyama, about the same weight as Sofia, heavier than Ariko

Commentary:

There was a possibility of Golden Kamuy’s main character being a combination of him and Sugimoto. The difference between them is that Sugimoto is an amateur when it comes to hunting. The matagi aspect is kind of good too. Sugimoto is the main character, so I couldn’t make him too hairy and voluptuous either. He’s not the mainstream type, but he is my type. There is a matagi ritual called kuraidori and I wanted to illustrate it as part of the time he spent with Nihei, I went as far as to draw the rough outline of the scene, but it was way too lewd, so I gave up. Do your own research regarding the ritual. The one initiated was supposed to be Nihei. By the way, you can tell the passage of time by the length of his hair. I would like to draw his leg and finger hair properly too, but it would be too much for a weekly manga. I will die. Tanigaki will kill me. I want to be killed by him.

[t/n: Kuraidori is a matagi ritual of initiation. As a summary, when the chief declares that it’s time for kuraidori, the ones to participate in the hunt for the first time get naked and into a standing position with their legs spread wide. Next someone appointed from experienced hunters warms his hands over a bonfire, grabs the penis of the newcomer and rubs it until it gets hard. The standing one shouldn’t resist or move. Wooden embers are tied to the erect penis with twine as it gets shaken; they smolder and sparks fly but the hunter is not allowed to raise his voice or put them out. He jumps around and sways his hips, which is said to please the mountain god.]

Kiroranke:

Birthday: August 2nd Birthplace: Amur river valley Likes: Prefers fish over meat, especially freshwater fish Dislikes: Refuses to consume horse meat Height: Shorter than Tanigaki and Ariko, taller than Kikuta Weight: Lighter than Ariko, heavier than Kikuta

Commentary:

He does have Sakhalin Ainu roots, but neither he nor Wilk ever pretended that they became Ainu. They just happened to choose the Ainu life when they came to Hokkaido.

Inkarmat:

Birthday: Unknown Birthplace: Hokkaido, Saru district Likes: Rabbit meat Dislikes: Dogs Height: Shorter than Tsukishima, about the same height as Henmi and Anehata, taller than Nagakura and Ienaga Weight: Lighter than Anehata, heavier than Asirpa and Cikapasi

Commentary:

The way she wraps her headband is rather old-fashioned. And tamasay, the necklace she’s wearing, is normally only worn on special occasions, but I’m glad I made her stand out.

Cikapasi:

Birthday:  Unknown Birthplace: Hokkaido, near Otaru Likes: Bean snacks Dislikes: Salmon eyeballs Height: Shorter than Asirpa (shortest character) Weight: Lighter than Inkarmat, about the same weight as Asirpa

Commentary:

I believe he achieved happiness, however much he’s swallowed up by the waves of history.

Ryuu: 

Birthday: Unknown Birthplace: Hokkaido, near Otaru Likes: Bear meat Dislikes: None

Commentary:

If he were a person, he would be similar to Shiraishi. He’s no stranger to bailing when things get serious. However, as a plot device, he helped me a lot of times, so he’s an important character.

Retar: 

Birthday: Unknown Birthplace: Hokkaido, near Sapporo Likes: Deer Dislikes: None

Commentary:   I want to believe that his children’s descendants exist somewhere even now. Maybe they’re mingling with some Ainu dogs.

Hijikata Toshizou: 

Birthday: May 31st Birthplace: Musashi province, modern day Tokyo region Likes: Chazuke (dish made by pouring green tea, dashi, or hot water over cooked rice) Dislikes: None Height: Shorter than Shiraishi, about the same height as Sofia and Usami, taller than Kirawus Weight: Lighter than Kantarou, about the same weight as Edogai, heavier than Nagakura

Commentary:

Hijikata’s coolness will never waver. I don’t want him to show any breaches. A Hijikata who sucks at haiku sounds like a loser.

Nagakura Shinpachi:

Birthday: May 23rd Birthplace: Musashi province, modern day Tokyo region Likes: Unagi kabayaki (grilled eel) Dislikes: None Height: Shorter than Henmi, Inkarmat and Anehata, taller than Asirpa, about the same height as Ienaga Weight: Lighter than Hijikata and Edogai, heavier than Henmi and Ienaga

Commentary:  

Personally I love him a lot. He’s a Watson-like character. I think he looks the most like his historical counterpart.

Ushiyama Tatsuma:

Birthday: March 10th Birthplace: Mikawa province, modern day Aichi Likes: Peaches, beer Dislikes: None Height: Taller than Ariko and Tanigaki (tallest character) Weight: Heavier than Tanigaki and Sofia (heaviest character)

Commentary:

Without his lump he becomes the cream of the crop in terms of being a badass. If I included someone as immaculate as Murofushi Kouji in the story he’d just put the rest of the male cast to shame.

Ienaga Kano (Chikanobu)

Birthday: Unknown Birthplace: Mikawa province, modern day Aichi Likes: Meat dishes Dislikes: Shrimp Height: Shorter than Henmi, Inkarmat and Anehata, about the same heigh as Nagakura, taller than Asirpa Weight: Lighter than Nagakura, about the same weight as Henmi, heavier than Anehata

Commentary:

Penis size is on the larger side.

Toni Anji

Birthday: Unknown Birthplace: Rikuzen province, modern day Miyagi and Iwate Likes: Deep-fried wild plants Dislikes: Crows Height: Shorter than Vasily, about the same height as Sugimoto and Wilk, taller than Tsurumi and Koito Weight: Lighter than Tsurumi, heavier than Koito

Commentary:

Based on an article that I read many years ago, about a visually impaired person who was able to live normally thanks to echolocation, which has been lying around in my drawer for ages. I heard that owl ears are asymmetrical and can catch sound three-dimensionally, so I made him wear that hearing device. The vest he’s wearing is supposed to invoke an owl imagery as well.

Kadokura Toshiyuki

Birthday: Unknown Birthplace: Mutsu province, modern day area of Fukushima, Miyagi, Iwate and Aomori Prefectures Likes: Alcohol, squid Dislikes: Shellfish Height: Shorter than Kirawus, taller than Nikaido twins and Kantarou Weight: Lighter than Ogata, Nikaido twins, Shiraishi, Wilk and Usami, heavier than Kirawus

Commentary:

A wilted, uninspired middle-aged dude, but sexy. I love this kind of characters.

Kirawus

Birthday: Unknown Birthplace: Hokkaido, near Kushiro Likes: Kokanee (a kind of salmon) Dislikes: Snakes Height: Shorter than Hijikata, Usami and Sofia, taller than Kadokura   Weight: Lighter than Kadokura, heavier than Kantarou

Commentary:

He’s named like that because he used to play with deer antlers as a child. Isn’t it cute? (t/n: his name means “to have horns”)

Okuyama Kantarou

Birthday: August 1st Birthplace: Hokkaido, Sapporo Likes: Corn Dislikes: None Height: Shorter than Kadokura, about the same height as Nikaido twins, taller than Tsukishima Weight: Lighter than Kirawus, heavier than Hijikata and Edogai

Commentary:

He’s quite plain, yet I can’t find a reason to kill him off. Ordinary people are important too. Like Krillin.

Tsurumi Tokushirou

Birthday: December 25th Birthplace: Niigata prefecture Likes: Wagashi (Japanese confectionery) Dislikes: Alcohol Height: Shorter than Sugimoto, Toni and Wilk, about the same height as Koito, taller than Edogai Weight: Lighter than Sugimoto, Tsukishima and Vasily, heavier than Toni

Commentary:

He is the villain, but I think I’m the one who understands him the best. I think he’s making the right choices. After all, I’m a bigger fan of him than any of the readers.

Tsukishima Hajime

Birthday: April 1st Birthplace: Niigata prefecture, Sado island Likes: White rice, egoneri (boiled seaweed) Dislikes: None Height: Shorter than Kantarou and the Nikaido twins, taller than Henmi, Inkarmat and Anehata Weight: Lighter than Nihei, about the same weight as Sugimoto and Vasily, heavier than Tsurumi

Commentary:

He is so cool. I like that he’s short. There’s more to him than simply following Tsurumi’s orders like a machine, though, he’s carrying a lot of hurt. He's just got a flat nose is all. I don’t remember what made me give him that nose, but he wouldn’t be Tsukishima without it.

Koito Otonoshin

Birthday: December 23rd Birthplace: Kagoshima prefecture Likes: Tsukisamu anpan (flat bun filled with red bean paste) Dislikes: Sakurajima radish Height: Shorter than Sugimoto, Toni and Wilk, about the same height as Tsurumi, taller than Edogai Weight: Lighter than Toni, heavier than Ogata, Nikaido twins, Usami and Wilk

Commentary:

The more stupid he got, the more solid. I love the clean-freak spoiled brat type of characters.

Nikaidou Kouhei (and Youhei)

Birthday: November 19th   Birthplace: Shizuoka prefecture Likes: Mandarins Dislikes: Tsukisamu anpan Height: Shorter than Kadokura, about the same height as Kantarou, taller than Tsukishima Weight: Lighter than Koito, about the same weight as Ogata, Shiraishi, Usami and Wilk, heavier than Kadokura

Commentary:

I wonder how the nipples on his head gear stay erect. They probably are heat-sensitive. Edogai-kun is a genius.

Usami Tokishige

Birthday: February 25th Birthplace: Niigata prefecture, Shibata Likes: Horse, Tsukisamu anpan Dislikes: Shiitake mushrooms Height: Shorter than Shiraishi, about the same height as Hijikata and Sofia, taller than Kirawus Weight: Lighter than Koito, about the same weight as Shiraishi, Ogata, Wilk and Nikaido twins, heavier than Kadokura

Commentary:

He is the most dangerous man in the cast.

Kikuta Mokutarou

Birthday: Unknown Birthplace: Saitama prefecture Likes: Watermelon Dislikes: Tsukisamu anpan Height: Shorter than Kiroranke, taller than Nihei Weight: Lighter than Kiroranke, heavier than Nihei

Commentary:

A man who knows suffering. He’s got the most difficult face to draw. I want to make him look cool but rarely manage to succeed.

Ariko Rikimatsu/Ipopte

Birthday: Unknown Birthplace: Hokkaido, near Noboribetsu Likes: Hazel grouse Dislikes: Shark Height: About the same height as Tanigaki, shorter than Ushiyama, taller than Kiroranke Weight: Heavier than Kiroranke, lighter than Sofia and Tanigaki

Commentary:

Ipopte means “to bring to a boil”. To become hot in an instant. He’s quiet, but there’s something steamy about him. He’s sexy.

Edogai Yasaku

Birthday:  Unknown Birthplace: Nara prefecture Likes: Somen noodles Dislikes: Figs Height: Shorter than Tsurumi and Koito, taller than Ogata Weight: Heavier than Nagakura, about the same weight a Hijikata, lighter than Kantarou

Commentary:

I wanted to draw more of his clothes. Something big, of the scale of Alien Queen or Kobayashi Sachiko.

Nihei Tetsuzou

Birthday: Unknown Birthplace: Hokkaido, Ishikari Likes: Bear meat Dislikes: None Height: Shorter than Kikuta, taller than Vasily Weight: Lighter than Kikuta, heavier than Vasily, Sugimoto and Tsukishima

Commentary:

A character like Nihei being killed in a clean, gallant way had a lot of narrative value for Golden Kamuy. I love him a lot, to the point that he could have become a main character.

Henmi Kazuo

Birthday: Unknown Birthplace: Shimotsuke province, modern day Tochigi prefecture Likes: Strawberries Dislikes: Spicy food upsets his stomach Height: Taller than Nagakura and Ienaga, about the same height as Inkarmat and Anehata, shorter than Tsukishima Weight: Lighter than Nagakura, heavier than Anehata

Commentary:

Important character that kicks off the story. I tried giving him as plain of an appearance as possible, but it became weirder as the story progressed.

Wakayama Kiichirou

Birthday: Unknown Birthplace: Unknown Likes: Raw oysters Dislikes: Tomatoes

Commentary:

A drunk friend once said the “it’s like going to take a shit!” phrase verbatim in real life to me.

Nakazawa Tatsuya

Birthday: Unknown Birthplace: Unknown Likes: Whatever oyabun likes Dislikes: Whatever oyabun dislikes

Commentary:

It’s oyabun’s fault his nipples are big.

Kumagishi Chouan

Birthday: Unknown Birthplace: Unknown Likes: Tomato soup Dislikes: Japanese leek

Commentary:

His words will come in handy in the future.

Suzukawa Kyohiro

Birthday: Unknown Birthplace: Unknown Likes: Alcohol Dislikes: Brown bear meat

Commentary:

His famous scene is from the movie “Kagemusha”. Did anyone notice?

Sakamoto Keiichirou

Birthday: Unknown Birthplace: Unknown Likes: Grapes Dislikes: Turtles

Commentary:

I think the way I got to show his tattoo was very smooth. A prime example of necessary nudity.

Ogin the Viper

Birthday: Unknown Birthplace: Unknown Likes: Spicy things Dislikes: Sweet things

Commentary:

There are records of Ogin and the Lightning Bandit couple actually existing, and the real Ogin was just as violent.

Anehata Shiton

Birthday: Unknown Birthplace: Unknown Likes: Animals – Forests – The earth – The sky Dislikes: Himself Height: Taller than Ienaga and Nagakura, shorter than Tsukishima, about the same height as Inkarmat and Henmi Weight: Heavier than Inkarmat, lighter than Ienaga and Henmi

Commentary:

I have a testimony from Masanori Hata that I failed at invoking the imagery of him being chased by his pet bear with this.

Gansoku Maiharu

Birthday: Unknown Birthplace: Unknown Likes: Chicken, eggs, beans Dislikes: Cucumbers, alcohol

Commentary:

He’s a gentleman, but has a people hitting problem. Splendid character with a barbarian side.

Doi Shinzou

Birthday: Unknown Birthplace: Tosa province, modern day Kouchi prefecture Likes: Citatap Dislikes: Mandarins

Commentary:

Read about Okada Izou if you want to understand him better.

Sekiya Ichirou

Birthday: Unknown Birthplace: Unknown Likes: Pomegranates Dislikes: Crab

Commentary:

I heard the story about experiencing the death of a child by lightning from a teacher in elementary school.

Gotou Takechiyo

Birthday: Unknown Birthplace: Northern Kanto region Likes: Dried fish, alcohol Dislikes: Offal stew

Commentary:

It’s surprising that he managed to survive for so long given that he was surrounded by so many violent prisoners.

Kasahara Kanjirou

Birthday: Unknown Birthplace: Unknown Likes: Soba noodles Dislikes: Sheep meat

Commentary:

He’s a weak character. I needed to set the tempo for the early stage, so I couldn’t avoid it.

Wilk

Birthday:  Unknown Birthplace: Southern Sakhalin Likes: Lingonberry Dislikes: Snakes Height: Shorter than Vasily, about the same height as Sugimoto and Toni, taller than Tsurumi and Koito Weight: Heavier than Kadokura, about the same weight as Nikaido twins, Ogata, Shiraishi and Usami, lighter than Koito

Commentary:

I don’t think young people now can easily understand his attitude towards Asirpa. I want to end the story in a way that will make them.

Sofia Golden Hand

Birthday: Unknown Birthplace: Russian Empire, Saint-Petersburg Likes: Vodka, tobacco, potatoes Dislikes: Mice/rats Height: Shorter than Shiraishi, about the same height as Hijikata and Usami, taller than Kirawus Weight: Heavier than Ariko, about the same weight as Tanigaki, lighter than Ushiyama

Commentary:

One of the few cigarette smokers. The point is that she smokes through the gap in her front teeth. To tell you the truth, I’m not a big fan of performative smoking. Especially when it’s men who are trying to look badass.

Vasily

Birthday:  Unknown Birthplace: Russian Empire, Yeleninka village Likes: Pelmeni, green tea Dislikes: Squirrel Height: Shorter than Nihei, taller than Sugimoto, Toni and Wilk

Weight: About the same weight as Sugimoto and Tsukishima, lighter than Nihei, heavier than Tsurumi

Commentary:

Given that his molars were probably pulverized, he can only chew with his front teeth. He should stick to soft foods. Like porridge.

Boutarou the Pirate (real name: Oosawa Fusatarou)

Birthday: August 13th Birthplace: Hokkaido, near Asahikawa Likes: Freshwater fish Dislikes: Mice/rats

Commentary:

He will have a huge impact on some of the characters by the end of the story.

Matsuda Heita 

Birthday: October 17th Birthplace: Eastern Hokkaido Likes: Crayfish Dislikes: Crows

Commentary: 

I wanted to write a story about gold dust digging and I think it turned out spectacular.

Draconic Instinct: Malleus x Reader vore

So... this was originally going to be posted on the 7th for @twistedtummies2′s birthday, but I saw that they were having a rough time recently and decided to post it a bit earlier. I’m a little unsure about how this one came out but I’m gonna post it anyways. I hope ya’ll like it, and happy early birthday/happy easter @twistedtummies2.

I swear I didn’t mean to make it so romantic. It just kind of happened.

   There were hardly any words to sum up how you felt at this moment, but to say the very least you no longer envied ant man's power of shrinking on command. You supposed fictional characters couldn’t get vertigo but you certainly did and it wasn’t pleasant.

   Groaning, you sat up and held your stomach and head. It hadn’t taken you long to figure out what happened. The only thing you were left wondering was how and why it had happened.

   With awe and slight fear you gazed at the world around you and how different it was to when you weren't the perfect size to soak in a teacup.

   Everything was 10 times the size it had once been. Maybe even bigger. Bushes loomed over you, flowers were bigger than your hands, grass was like walking through a corn field, and when you looked up at the trees they were larger than skyscrapers. In comparison you were roughly the size of someone's palm. 

   Being shrunk definitely wasn’t on your bucket list, but NRC never really seemed to care about what you wanted. “Great, how am I gonna get back to the dorm now?” You huffed and placed your hands on your hips. 

   Several ideas came to mind yet none of them were actual solutions. You couldn’t walk, it would take forever. You couldn’t call anyone since your phone had cracked when it fell from your hands before you shrank. You also couldn’t ask Grim for help since he was already back at the dorm.

   The one day you actually needed his help he was sick because the little furball ignored your advice and ran out into the cold rain the night before. You sighed and looked at your surroundings again. 

   It was rather odd that you were shrunk today. Not that being reduced to a few inches tall was ever normal, but today was a particularly peculiar time to fall victim to more troublesome magic. 

   Today was your birthday. 365 days in the year and today was the day that something like this happened to you. At this moment your gorgeous beau was waiting for you back at the ramshackle dorm with some movies so you could cuddle up and relax together after a long day of school.

   Although you doubted Grim would let you have any alone time with the prince since he was so sick. A sick Grim was a clingy Grim. You didn’t mind as long as he was comfortable but you had been hoping to watch your boyfriend indulge in some ice cream later that evening. You still loved Grim but you were a bit bitter about the fact that your favorite bonding activity with your boyfriend was cancelled.

   Now you couldn’t care less about it as it seemed that you might miss the evening all together. A frown decorated your features and you grumbled unhappily about the situation as you began to walk in the direction of the dorm.

    You would never make it home in time, but there was no use in standing around and pitying yourself. As you walked you tried to recall anything out of the ordinary that had happened during school. Besides the birthday wishes and occasional presents, everything checked out.

   Maybe it was someone’s unique magic. You hadn’t seen anybody around as you were walking home but then again you weren't really paying attention either. Apparently you weren’t paying much attention now either as you hadn’t noticed the giant teen approaching you until it’s shadow fell over your very tiny figure.

   You looked up and gasped. A very large hand was reaching down to grab you, which had been the cause of the shadow. You did what any sane person would do and tried to book it. The giant hand was faster.

   “Let me go!” You shouted angrily, but stopped when you were swung upwards in a way that made you worry that you were going to lose your lunch. “Oh boy…” Even after the ride was stopped you felt dizzy.

   “Well, well, well, lookie here. The high and mighty prefect of the ramshackle dorm!” A smug looking face appeared in your vision and you had to hold back a scream.

   The giant in front of you was the owner of the hand that had plucked you from the ground. He was dressed in a Savanaclaw uniform and resembled a bear. His smirk displayed two rows of sharp teeth that in any other situation would make you swoon. Right now though your fear conquered your kink.

   “Got ‘em good there Bazz. Aw look at ‘em all tiny and trembling. Hahaha!” Another student who you didn’t recognize came from the side and sneered at you. “What a weakling. Hardly fit to be called a prefect, especially without any magic.”

   Oh… That’s what this was about. You glared at the two men and started struggling. “Put me down you oafs!” It had been a while since you first arrived at NRC but it seemed that some people were still insistent on bullying you about your lack of powers. 

   This wasn’t the first time that other students had decided to pick on you. People sneered and called you names in the hallways all the time. It wasn’t hard to ignore them after a first few weeks and soon you began to think that they were just words. 

   No one had tried anything like harming you so far, but it wasn’t entirely out of the question. At a villain school it’s generally to be expected. It was why you so often only travelled with others. Your fellow students that you had established relationships with and trusted accompanied you back to the ramshackle dorm most days. And if they weren't around, Grim was usually there to take care of you.

   Except for today.

   You were in no way a weak individual, however it was much harder to defend yourself when you were 5 inches tall.

   The second student, a Scarabia student from the looks of it, had a curly mop of red hair and cheeks spotted with hundreds of freckles. His eyes were a light blue color and his crooked smile revealed good dental work. He would have been more attractive had he not been leering at you or practically peeling apart at the seams from sunburn.

   Bazz, the bear manimal, had dark skin and medium length black hair. His eyes glowed yellow as he smirked with teeth so disgusting they almost matched his eyes.

   Several more students, from nearly all the dorms, crept out of the shadows and surrounded your initial two captors. The color drained from your face and you willed yourself not to tremble as a series of horrific opportunities entered your mind.

   “Oafs! Ha! We aren’t oafs, you're just a shrimp!” The group laughed and you glared at them with as much malice as you could muster. “Not that name calling ever does anything.” Bazz drew your attention back to him. “We had hoped that by telling you that we didn’t want you here, you would get the message and scram. But some herbivores just don’t get it, so us predators, both physically and magically, have to teach you where you belong on the food chain!”

   You gaped and let your eyes widen. Did these buffoon’s know who you were? That you had saved their arses on several occasions, both from others and themselves. You weren’t super buddy buddy with Leona, (cause he’s a pain and doesn’t like you very much anyways), but he still seemed to care about you enough that he didn’t want you to die. At the very least Ruggie could still get some free chore help out of you.

   And if Kalim and Jamil found out what one of their students was doing they would both be unhappy, angry even if he actually managed to hurt you. There was also the deal with Azul, situation with Riddle, and the show Vil put on as well. Truthfully there were so many reasons that they shouldn’t hurt you. It was almost shocking that they still wanted to hurt you after everything.

   One thing you did notice was that there wasn’t a single Diasomnia student in the bunch. That comforted you a minor amount. At least no one in your boyfriend’s dorm disliked you enough to go behind their dorm leaders back in order to get rid of you.

   “G-guys, let’s just t-talk this out.” You held out your hands in hopes that you could calm them into a negotiating state. “Listen, you don’t want to do this really. So if you could just turn me back I’m sure we could work somethi-”

   “Shut it, meat!” the savanaclaw barked at you. The noise made your ears ring and you held your hands over them to muffle the loud shouts. “Heeheheehe… is the little herbivore scared. That’s alright no need to be shy, I like it that way.”

   The circle of boys surrounding you, howled with laughter and you cringed from the stimulus. 

   As the laughter died down, Bazz looked at you closely. “Scrawny thing like you would have barely made a meal full-sized. Guess we’ll have to kill you the old fashioned way instead.” You gasped and began to thrash in his grasp as some of the students whistled. 

   “Bazz, you should feed her to yer snake!” “Bazz! My little sister’s been looking for a new doll to dress up!” “Bazz, hey! My dog needs a chew toy and that thing is the perfect size.”

   Threatening ideas that all promised a painful demise bounced around the group, each one more horrific than the last. The scarabia boy looked like he was about to lose it with laughter and Bazz watched you struggle as if it was the most entertaining thing in the world. No one noticed the clouds above head slowly circling and becoming denser. 

   “Alright alright! Hey everybody shut up!” Bazz, who you had concluded was the leader by this point, shouted at his lackeys. “I’ve decided how I wanna kill ‘em.” he said darkly with a smirk. An almost crazy look came to his eyes and he turned you so you were on display for the whole group to see. 

   “This little magicless shit and their raccoon thing have been plaguing this school for too long. I saw we knock out two birds with one stone and get rid a both of ‘em at the same time.” he paused for dramatic effect. “We’ll coat this one in tuna and leave it for the racoon to eat, and when he’s finished we’ll tell the headmaster and he’ll be expelled!”

   The group cheered and you moaned in utter exhaustion with a dab of hopelessness. Why was this school so ridiculous. You swore one day these imbeciles were gonna set the school on fire and when they turn to you for help, you were just gonna roast marshmallows and watch them panic. 

   A part of you was scared of course, you knew how Grim got when it came to food, but there was no way he wouldn’t notice you. Besides you weren’t really all that nervous anymore now that you noticed the sky.

   Dark clouds swirled around and flashes of green lit up the sky momentarily before dying down. Malleus was obviously looking for you and he was obviously not happy. Moments after you realized he was coming a massive lightning bolt struck the ground only feet away from where the pod of students stood.

   You screamed and shut your eyes as pain lit up behind them. You were swung around as the bear man protected his eyes as well and nausea took over you temporarily. 

   Even after you opened your eyes, only blackness filled your vision. Luckily you could still hear pretty well and relief flooded your veins when you picked up the voice of your boyfriend.

   “Hmm… it appears a bunch of scoundrels have decided to pick on my darling. Unfortunate as it seems, I am at fault for letting them walk home alone. Please return them and I won’t harm you.”

   Malleus was a frightening person to be up against, however the number of other students seemed to give them hope. “Not happenin’” You heard Bazz growl. “I caught ‘em so their mine!”

   The dark fae stiffened and you inhaled sharply. Thunder boomed and some of the students appeared frightened for a moment before attempting to return their expressions to confidence. They failed miserably.

   Malleus’ eyes widened before slanting dangerously. His pupils which were already slits, thinned out in an even more reptilian like way. His cape billowed around him as the wind picked up as a result of his rage.

   Being possessive doesn’t even begin to cover how Draconia feels about you. To him you were the most magnificent treasure in his entire hoard. The shiniest most beautiful precious gem he owned and his mate. After many many years of near solitude, Malleus had come to appreciate your company more than he could describe with words. Hearing another try to claim you ignited the fire in his belly and drove most logical thought from his mind. 

   The only thing he was thinking about was getting you back to him, completely unharmed. You supposed this might be the reason that the next events were so seemingly out of character for him. 

   He growled threateningly and the students took a step back. Two of them ran for it and one looked like he was just about to. Bazz and the Scarabia student stood stiff and nervous but didn’t back down. 

   Your eyes finally adjusted and you watched as a pomefiore student foolishly took a step forward. As first years they had practically nothing to use against the dark prince, who waved his hand and a gust of wind blew the student over like he was made of cardboard. 

   Malleus obviously wasn’t in the mood to play, yet he didn’t take out the students just yet. He decided he would show them something. “Bring my treasure here!” he snarled. Bazz shook but didn’t comply.

   “Fine, be that way.” the half dragon snapped his fingers and you were effortlessly teleported into his hands. You knew from experience that he could only do that to smaller objects so you supposed it was a good thing that you were shrunk.

   “Malleus!” You cried out and looked up at him with relief. His eyes momentarily flashed with the familiar adoration that he used when he gazed at you everyday. They turned dark again when the Scarabian boy shouted, “Hey! We caught that little rat so it’ ours. You're gonna have to fight us if you really want to take them!”

   “I will.” his voice was eerily calm as he stared them down. “In due time, but first,” he raised a finger and you squealed when he lifted you suddenly. “I need to tuck my treasure where it will be safe. I wouldn’t want my mate getting damaged or having to see the gruesome mess I am going to turn you into.”

   Confusion etched itself on your face but quickly shifted into understanding. Scared understanding, but understanding no less. “Umm… Mal… I don’t think-” 

   “Shh…” he quieted you and smiled at you softly. Despite your fears you nodded, giving him permission to continue. 

   The two of you had discussed this before, as he was well aware of your interests, however you had both decided that it wasn’t the time yet. Now, apparently was the time as you found yourself hovering over him in anticipation of what was to come.

   You glanced to the side and saw the last 4 students’ faces undergo the same transition yours did except they appeared much more horrified. Squirming, you looked down and gulped when Malleus gave you one last comforting look before stretching his jaws wide beneath you. 

   A flush crept onto your face as you gazed down into the open maw of your boyfriend. His teeth were sharp like spikes waiting to clamp down and tear through anything that he decided to consume. Each dip and crevice of pink pulsing flesh was oozing with clear slime. The back of the throat was illuminated by a strange green glow that came from below. Hot, stale breath washed over you and blew your hair slightly.

   Nervousness and anticipation spread through you as you were lowered into the large mouth that you realised resembled a sort of odd cave. His long forked tongue curled around your torso tightly as it carefully pulled you past the sharp fangs and into his mouth. The action was weirdly comforting as you picked up on his concern for your wellbeing. 

   Soon you were pulled completely into the slimy maw and watched, mildly afraid as the jaws shut, sealing off your exit. The tongue unwrapped itself and slid over you instead, prodding and feeling as it tasted you. It particularly enjoyed any part of you that wasn’t covered by clothing. And as your shirt was pushed up slightly so the tongue could lap at your midsection, you felt and heard Malleus humm in delight.

   You squirmed and giggled as the tongue continued to tickle you as best it could. It pulled back suddenly when a loud groan echoed up from below, telling Malleus that it was time to eat. He had never been one to deny himself of food if it was within appropriate terms so he tipped his head back and you felt gravity shift as he began to swallow you.

   The fae grunted and swallowed thickly, using a finger to trace your form in his throat. He scrunched his face as you sank slowly down past his chest, which he thumped in order to speed up your journey. And finally he felt you plop into his stomach.

   You panted for breath as the ride down had been far too tight for your liking but almost immediately gagged when you were hit by the horrid stink of whatever meat and sweet dessert Malleus had eaten last. 

   The gut around you was fairly large and spacious compared to the size you currently were. The walls pulsed and throbbed as they sensed you in their space. It was almost as if they were trying to locate you. That’s when you realized they were. 

   A high pitched whining sort of sound alerted you to the fact that your boyfriend was checking to make sure if you had made the journey safely. Quickly you trudged through the sludge, which tingled your skin when in contact, and placed two hands on what you assumed was the front wall of the stomach. 

   You could see due to the eerie glow in the stomach but you weren’t quite sure which direction you were facing. You received an answer when a handprint pressed against you in a comforting manner. 

   “I’m alright!” you called, “Don’t worry about me!” The stomach lining tensed and you heard Malleus growl, “Impossible!” You blushed and smoothed your hand over the slimy walls in appreciation for his undying concern for your wellbeing. 

   Outside, the remaining two students who had failed to flee when they saw Draconia swallow his lover whole, trembled in their spots. Both whimpered when his gaze turned towards them and fixed with a cold and dangerous stare that promised pain. 

   “You!” the dark prince seethed, “attempted to take my mates life!” His voice raised and lightning flashed behind him. “And for that, you will pay dearly!”

   You were flung backwards into the sludge as you felt Malleus jerk swiftly as the fight began. He pointed his staff at the two buffoons and muttered an incantation under his breath before a large jet of light blasted towards them. 

   Both jumped out of the way just in time for the laser to scorch the ground where they had previously stood. 

   They looked at each other fearfully and then back at Malleus. Scrambling, they attempted to stand up and fight back, but neither were successful as they were suddenly blasted by another powerful spell. 

   Your boyfriend smirked wickedly as he watched the two students deform and shrink until there was nothing left but two large rats screeching panickedly in the grass. “You’re lucky my mate disapproves of murder. Otherwise you would be in hell right now!”

   Lightning struck again and Malleus vanished from his spot, leaving the, now rodents to scamper off into the woods, hoping the spell would wear off. 

   Flickering lights flew around the room as its owner appeared out of thin air, transported home with magic. He sighed and leaned his staff against the wall with a huff. You were quiet as you listened to the dark mage begin to undress enough to leave his midsection exposed. 

   He gently sat down on the bed and you gripped the stomach wall to remain balanced. He leaned back and grunted, placing a palm over his stomach. “Darling, you are still alright?” his voice sounded slightly strained and you raised an eyebrow.

   “Um, yes, yes I am.” he sighed in relief. “That’s good. In that case please do excuse me but-” you didn’t hear him finish his sentence before the air around you thickened momentarily before rushing upwards in a loud blast.

“GRRRRWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRP!!!!!”

   You gasped and felt your legs weaken beneath you. The large eructation bellowed around you and seemed magnified from you being inside of him. 

   Malleus moaned softly. His eyebrows drew together and he sat a bit straighter on the bed. “My apologies, darling, it appears you gave me quite a bit of gas.” He muffled another burp, which rumbled deeply in his throat and blew the fetid air out the corner of his mouth.

   “N-no need to apologise.” you said hesitantly. You were very aware of your boyfriend's aversion to rudeness, however, your interests didn’t care much and you always found yourself shaking at the knees when he let loose a bit. 

   He smirked and rolled his eyes at your reaction and wished he could see your no doubt adorably blushing face. His hand rubbed large circles over his stomach and a low purr like sound began to rumble through his chest.

   You trudged over to the wall again and placed your hands against it. He pressed back lightly in conformation that he knew you were there and you smiled fondly as you began to rub the stomach lining.

   He let out a low croon and you felt him sink into the bed. You could almost see the look of pure delight that would slip onto his face anytime you massaged his belly. If only you knew how much better it felt to him now that you were applying your ministrations from inside.

   Malleus hummed softly and peered down at his stomach with a loving and satisfied gaze. You were safe. Away from those bullies who he would further deal with later once you weren’t around to stop him with morals, as most humans had. Safe, warm, delicately tucked away inside of him, where nothing and no one could get to you. 

   His most valuable possession, most treasured jewel, most worshiped treasure. His mate. HIS! The instinctual possessiveness and protectiveness had died down a bit now that he was back in his ‘nest’ with his mate, safely stowed away in his stomach. Now feelings of regret and guilt began to fester within him as he thought about how he hadn’t really asked for permission before swallowing you.

   “Darling?” you stopped rubbing and looked up, not that you could see him, “I… I wanted to say I’m sorry…”

   You made a confused face and pressed against the lining a bit. “Why?”

   “I’m sorry for several reasons, actually.” he sighed. “I’m sorry that I wasn’t there to protect you in the first place. I’m sorry that I didn’t prevent such an event from happening. I’m sorry that you were scared and in danger while you were under my care. I’m also sorry that I ate you…”

   He paused and you cocked your head. “It’s… it’s a dragon's instinct to protect their valuables no matter what. For you… in such a position… I felt that you were too exposed, too vulnerable. Even if I had placed you in a pocket there was no guarantee that you wouldn’t get hurt. What I was sure of was my ability to protect my own body, so I decided to temporarily add you to it.”

   The dark fae wrapped his arms around his midsection and frowned. “Oh darling, I hope you can forgive me.”

   You stepped back from the wall and swung your fist at it as hard as you could. He was unable to stop a magnificently large belch from erupting past his lips, which you were quite delighted about but shoved those feelings to the side. You had caught his attention, so now it was your turn to speak. 

   “Malleus Draconia!” you said sternly, “If you think for one minute that I am going to let you blame yourself for something entirely out of your control then you’ve got another thing coming to you.”

   The half dragon stared in shock at his gut and let his jaw drop. 

   “It is in no way your fault that those jackasses decided to pick on me. In fact it was bound to happen sooner or later so it was only a matter of time. Besides you can’t be with me 24/7. It’s just not possible. So you stop being sorry about it this instance or I am going to give you the gut ache of your life!” You kicked his stomach again to prove your point and he released a deep burp into his fist. 

   “HHHHRRRRRMMMMMMMRRRRRLLLLPPPHHH!!!!”

   “Oh and another thing,” you started, “I have no idea why you would be sorry in the first place, since you saved me.” He paused and knit his eyebrows together as he thought about it. “You saved me Malleus. I’m safe. I’m safe and I’m not scared or unhappy or hurt in any way. I’m safe and in fact I’m also quite content.”

   The half dragon sat up in surprise. “Yes, that’s right.” you continued, “I am enjoying this experience deeply. True it would be a bit nicer if you could stop repressing, but I know how you feel about that. So don’t feel bad that you swallowed me to keep me safe. You probably could have swallowed me just to add some fat to your thighs and I would still be in heaven.” 

   He growled at the suggestion of him killing you, even if you would appreciate it due to your twisted sense of what's arousing and such.

   You chuckled and restarted rubbing his stomach lining. “Malleus, I love you. I trust you and your decisions. If you need to do something to keep me safe, even if it did make me slightly uncomfortable. I would still love you just as much.” 

   He began to purr again and sighed. “Thank you darling. I… I suppose you’re right.” he paused. “I love you too. So very much, and because of that, along with the fact that it is your birthday… I will indulge you as much as you like.”

   You paused and gasped. As much as you’d like…? You almost shook with excitement and Malleus chuckled, sensing your joy. “Shall I start with the usual?” You nodded vigorously, then realized he couldn’t see you and blushed in embarrassment. “Yes I would like that very much.”

   Malleus smiled at your enthusiasm and waved his left hand, conjuring a bottle of soda. He much preferred to drink from a glass and have his beverage stored in glass bottles, but for simplicity's sake he decided it would be alright to drink from a regular two liter.

   Another wave and he had sound proofed his room. Something he found himself doing often since you had begun to come over. 

   Carefully he unscrewed the bottle cap, wary of it potentially exploding. You heard the hiss of air being released and backed up against the wall in anticipation of what was coming next. The next sound you heard was a series of thick squelches and some fizzing accompanied by the noise of liquids rushing downwards. 

   Soon enough a waterfall of sweet, sugary soda cascaded through the open valve above. You squeezed your eyes shut and hissed when it splashed you as it hit the stomach bottom and mixed with the acids that pooled there.

   The liquid level around you rose steadily and you heard it bubble and hiss as it frothed incessantly upon exposure to the heat in Malleus insides. The pressure in the air doubled until it became almost too thick to breath. 

   By the time Malleus had finished the bottle, the liquid level had risen past your hips and rested just below your waist. He pulled the rim of the bottle away from his mouth and panted. Almost hesitantly he replaced the cap on the now empty bottle and placed it on the bedside table. 

   “Alright darling,” he grunted, “I’m HURP!- hah… I’m ready. Give it a good kick.” Almost immediately he felt a sharp pain in the side of his middle as you gave the inside of his gut a fierce blow. His stomach groaned loudly and the air pressure thickened harshly before Malleus opened his mouth and let out one of the loudest, deepest, longest belches you had ever heard.

“BWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRP!!!!!!!!!!!! - HACK!!!”

   It came to a close after a sheer 14 seconds of filling the room with its hellacious stench. The paintings on the walls had rattled and shaken in its wake and the bottle fell off of the table it was placed upon. 

   Your ears rung and you were sure your nose was bleeding by how intensely hot you felt. Your whole face turned a lovely shade of crimson almost as dark as Riddle’s hair. 

   Malleus gasped and moaned, letting his head fall back on the pillows. Despite his favor for elegance and manners he could never deny how simply incredible it felt to release a large amount of pressure from his stomach. 

   He puffed out his cheeks as he felt another massive burp roll up his throat.

“HHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRP!!!!!”

“BRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP!!!!”

“BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLCH!!!!”

“BRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOORRRP!!!!!!!!!”

   Several more belches, all magnificent in size, erupted past his lips and echoed throughout his bedroom. You moaned and listened as your boyfriend continuously burped without restraint. This was a once in a lifetime experience and you intended to enjoy it to the fullest.

   Finally the burps tapered off and Malleus groaned, rubbing his throat which stung a bit due to the power behind the eructations. He looked down and realized that while busy emptying his stomach of gas, he had also hacked you up. 

   The ride up had been short and tight but you hadn’t been paying all that much attention when it happened so you couldn’t say for sure if it had been uncomfortable. Rolling over on his stomach where you happened to end up, you smiled loopily up at him and he flushed looking you over.

   It made him feel nice, seeing you so small and content. While you were in danger he hadn’t gotten the chance to appreciate how simply adorable you looked, being this tiny, or how delicious.

   Malleus’ stomach growled disapprovingly at having lost its new favorite snack but he ignored it in favor of muttering a short incantation which quickly cleaned you of gut gunk. Now clean, you stood shakily since his midsection was bloated a bit, and tried to walk over to your boyfriend's chest. 

   You ended up falling over, since it was slightly like walking on a waterbed that wasn’t totally full. Malleus chuckled and you saw his eyes flash a bright green before your perspective changed rapidly. 

   It was only moments later that you found yourself, full sized once more staring into the captivating eyes of your beau. 

   “Hello darling.” he spoke softly. “Did you enjoy yourself?” You nodded rapidly and he sighed wrapping his arms around you. His hand gently runs over your hair and you let your head sit on his chest. 

   The sound of his heartbeat fills your ears and you sigh. It was quite a relaxing sound, but you still preferred the low burbles that his stomach provided. The two of you lay this way for a while, simply enjoying the presence of each other. However Malleus eventually shifts underneath you and whispers your name.

   Curiously you look up at him and he beckons you closer. 

   Closer. 

   Closer.

    Your lips touch in a brief kiss and he pulls back with a smile. “I have a birthday gift for you, but first.” He loosens his grip so he can sit up, positioning you in his lap. You shiver in anticipation when he gazes down at you greedily. Finally he leans forward enough to lick a stripe up your cheek and bite your earlobe teasingly.

“HHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMLLLLLPH!!!! - Phoosh”

   As he pulls back he suppresses a thick belch and blows the leftover fetid gas into your face. Your eyes water and you cough while inhaling deeply at the same time. You opened your eyes and Malleus could have sworn he saw hearts in them.

   “Thank you…” you breathed and he smirked. “Mmmm… as delightful as it is teasing you and getting to see...” he flicked his tongue along your lips, “taste your sweet blush. I do have an actual gift for you.”

   He moved so you could see the table where he had previously placed the soda bottle, and lifted a hand in a swift motion and whispered a few words. Suddenly a large ice cream cake appeared with a scrawled “Happy Birthday” on top. 

   The ice cream appeared to be chocolate vanilla swirl, and the frosting on top was vanilla. Decorative chocolate thorns encircled the cake’s base and had been arranged to appear as if they were climbing the dessert. Just above the wording a candle in the shape of a spinning wheel sat delicately. The spindle part was engulfed in a small green flame that danced almost eagerly as it waited to be blown out.

   You gasped and turned back to look at your boyfriend in surprise at the complicated cake he had (ordered you presumed) gifted you. The overly large size and ice cream part didn’t slip your notice and you had a feeling this night's adventures with your interests were far from over.

   “And one more thing.” Malleus spoke hesitantly, as if nervous by the next gift. He waved his hand and a small box appeared. He handed it to you and you opened it carefully. Inside sat a silver ring that had been made so detailed it looked as if it had literally been woven together with several tiny vines of thorns. Right in the middle of the ring was a small emerald which flashed in the candlelight.

   Your eyes widened and you glanced up at your beau who looked as if he was holding his breath. “It’s to signify our relationship. It’s not an engagement ring, it is meant to be worn on your right hand.” You watched as he gently slipped the ring onto your right hand. 

   In the valley of thorns we have something similar to the gallagh ring that you told me exists in your world. Instead of wearing it a different way depending on your relationship, the gemstone in the middle turns black when you are single. It turns the color of your partner's eyes when you are in a relationship, and when you become married it permanently changes to that color and the band turns gold.”

   He explained how it works in a quiet voice while you admired the pretty ring and your hand held in his. Malleus pressed a kiss to the ring and looked at you nervously. “Do you like it?”

   You threw your arms around him and smiled wide. “It’s the best gift I’ve ever received. Thank you so much Malleus.” You pulled back still smiling, he sighed in relief and smiled back. “That’s good to hear.” he looked like he was about to say something else but was interrupted by a loud growl that came from his stomach.

   “Sounds like you’re hungry. Why don’t we eat some cake?” he smirked and tightened his grip on your waist just a bit. “Hmmm. you mean, you eat some cake and I eat all the rest, only to end up with a big bloated tummy for you to rub?” You blushed fiercely. 

   “Yes, I do believe that sounds like an appropriate way to end the evening.” He leaned forward and kissed you once more. “Although you will always be the sweetest treat I have ever had the pleasure of tasting.” You giggled. “I love you too, Malleus.”

request: smut with creepy stalker!momo? please 😭✋

warnings: 18+, stalking, non-con, yandere

➤ When you get the job offer to work at the Creati’s hero agency, you nearly pass out. It was a rigorous interview process and you managed to beat out hundreds of other applicants to become the personal assistant of Japan’s number eight hero

➤ I don’t see Momo as the “follow you around, break into your home” type of stalker. Why would she do all that dirty work when she has the funds and connections to keep track of your every move from the comfort of her home?

➤ She would have files with every bit of information she can find on you. Your birthday, birthplace, address, parents’ names, pets, favourite food, phobias...

➤ There’s nothing that Momo doesn’t know about you

➤ And that makes it so easy to befriend you. She already knows all of your likes and dislikes. She already knows you. It’s like you two are practically dating already! Especially since she was so generous to give you such a coveted position

➤ What, you thought you got the job because of your resume and references? Ha! You’re there because Momo wants you there

➤ You spend a lot of time together, and not just as boss and employee. You try your best to keep things professional – you don’t want to lose this job after all – but Momo is adamant on making your relationship more intimate than it’s supposed to be

➤ Months pass and Momo becomes more and more agitated. Why are you so unreceptive to her flirtations?

➤ Every compliment she gives, you shoot down with a polite rebuff. She tries to get physically close to you, but you insist on a distance of at least two feet between you. Even the gifts she tries to give you are turned down

➤ Apparently a diamond bracelet and a Chanel handbag for your two-month anniversary are ‘too extravagant’ for a lowly assistant

➤ But to Momo, nothing is too grand or expensive for her darling; she would give you the world on a silver platter if you asked for it

➤ At least you’re amicable to going out on dates with her. You call them ‘errands’ but she knows better, and soon, you will too

---

“Miss Yaoyorozu, there’s an urgent--”

“We’ve gone over this already,” Momo sighs from behind her desk. “I told you to call me Momo.”

You hesitate in the doorway of her office, clutching the files for her latest hero analysis close to your chest. “I don’t think that’s very appropriate, ma’am…”

“Oh! Or Yaomomo,” she continues, as if you hadn’t spoken. “My friends back in high school used to call me that.”

You’re powerless against the bright smile she sends your way and you give in, compromising on calling her by her first name when only no one else is around.

Momo would prefer you do it especially in front of others, but the relationship is still fairly new, and you do seem to be the shy type, so she lets it slide for now.

You continue you work, blissfully unaware of the looks of longing (tinged with possessiveness) that your boss sends you throughout the day. The following morning, as you’re heading out with Momo to get the busy day started, she instead has you drop her home to pick up something very important that she needs.

“A quick in and out, I promise!”

Which is why you’re so confused when she walks into her kitchen and turns the stove on under a stainless-steel kettle.

“Momo?”

She is elated that you call her by her first time without her having to prompt or correct you. She smiles and hums in acknowledgment as she goes around her kitchen to collect a platter of snacks and teabags big enough for a tea party.

You check your phone for the time. “I thought you said this wouldn’t take long. You have a meeting at eleven-thirty and a photoshoot with Hero Weekly magazine later this afternoon.” We don’t have time for this, you want to add but hold your tongue. Creati might be friendly to a concerning degree but she’s still your boss.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Momo laughs, pulling out two dainty teacups and setting them down on the counter where you’re seated. “We’ve got plenty of time for that.”

Right.

As Momo gets the tea together, you take the time to look around. “You have a lovely home, by the way.”

Lovely doesn’t begin to describe it. The enormous space is elegant and classy – much like its owner. Top hero rankings really do pay the bills. You imagine coming from money probably doesn’t hurt either.

“Thank you,” Momo says, handing you a delicate cup on a matching saucer. “I’m glad you like it.”

You nod in thanks and take a sip of the piping hot black liquid. It’s delicious and obviously high-quality. But you can’t help but notice the odd aftertaste - an almost bitter undercurrent that has you pausing for just a second. But not wanting to seem rude, you ignore it, silently finishing your cup while Momo slowly sips her own tea, looking on with a hidden smile.

It doesn’t take long for you to start feeling unusually drowsy. The room starts to spin as your vision blurs around the edges. You attempt to speak but your tongue feels like lead in your mouth, heavy and unwilling to from words so that anything that comes out is stilted and slurred.

“Oh dear, I think I made the dose too high,” you hear Momo mumble worriedly to herself.

You want to ask her what she means but it’s taking all of your energy just to stay awake. You allow her to sling a lifeless arm over her shoulders and drag you deeper into the house, into what you assume is her bedroom and onto what you assume is her bed.

“So beautiful…” she murmurs, using the back of her hand to gently stroke your cheek, nothing but adoration in her gaze. She leans down to place a gentle kiss to your lips and the unexpected action has you tensing up – as much as your body would allow, anyway.

Confusion mars her perfect features when you try to turn your head away and begin grumbling incoherently in protest.

“You’re not into…? But you had a girlfriend in your second year of college. You two only just recently broke up.”

Your brows furrow. How the hell does she know that…?

You attempt to voice that concern aloud but whatever was put in your tea has you fighting to stay conscious, until you finally succumb. The last thing you hear is Momo wishing you sweet dreams.

You come to sometime later, groggy and dazed, with a slight pain thumping at your temples. You groan and move to rub the sleep out of your eyes, but your hand is caught fast. Your eyes flick up from the padded cuff circling your wrist, up the gleaming metal chain to where it’s attached to the headboard; your other wrist is secured just as tightly.

Just as you start to panic, the door opens and in steps Momo. She’s out of her hero costume and in an oversized white sweater and black leggings.

“Miss Yaoyorozu!” you shout, nearly hysterical. “W-what’s going on? Why am I tied up?!”

Momo tuts, a small frown tugging at her lips. “Momo, dear,” she corrects gently.

Your boss’ behaviour has you baffled and a little apprehensive. Why is she acting as though having her personal assistant tied up in her bed is completely normal? Momo moves over to you, fluffing up the pillow your head is resting on, and asks if you’re comfortable.

You begin to tremble. “Miss Yao--”

A hand is on your jaw, squeezing tight enough to effectively shut you up.

“If you don’t stop calling me that I’m going to have to punish you.”

Momo leans over you, uncomfortably close as she keeps your face in a vice-like grip, perfectly manicured nails digging into the skin of your cheeks. Her tone is soft but strict, like a parent berating their child.

“Do you understand?”

Timidly, you nod your head.

Satisfied with your compliance, Momo lets go of your jaw to softly rub a thumb along the irritated skin. “I’m sorry, love. I hate being so rough with you. But we’ve got to nip those nasty little habits in the bud.”

“M-Momo?” You hate how shaky and small your voice is, but you continue when she hums in question. “What’s going on? I don’t… I don’t understand.”

She tilts her head to the side. “What’s not to understand?”

She can’t be serious can she? You swallow past the rising ball of panic in your throat. “I want to go home.”

“You’re already home, love,” she says with a chuckle. As if it’s the most well-known thing in the world and you’re being silly.

You immediately switch to another tactic. You’re going to have to play along if you want any chance of escape. “O-of course. Um, could you untie me? It’s a little uncomfortable,” you say, glancing up to where you’re tied to the headboard. You’ve never had any kind of combat training but maybe you can find a way to trick or overpower her once your hands are free. Going up against a Pro Hero is the last thing you want to do but you have to at least try.

Momo’s answer is swift and simple. “No.”

“No?” you repeat dumbly.

“You must really think I’m stupid,” she says with a laugh, high and bell-like.  “Oh, my silly little baby, do you really think you have a chance of fighting me? You’re not going anywhere, and you can’t escape. So you’d might as well get that thought out of your empty little head.”

The patronizing quality of her jab leaves you feeling utterly defeated and you sag in your bonds.

“Don’t pout, beautiful. I’ll make it all better,” she says, hand pressing into your stomach as she moves onto the bed to hover above you. She leans down and plants an unsuspecting kiss onto your lips. You try desperately to pull away, but your efforts go completely ignored as she deepens the kiss, running her tongue along the seam of your tightly closed lips.

The hand on your stomach slips upwards to cover one of your breasts. She gives it a squeeze, trapping your nipple between her fingers. The action has you squirming, and you let out an involuntary moan.

“Good girl,” Momo purrs against your lips.

“Get off,” you respond in protest. “Get off of me!”

“Behave,” she scolds, sliding her hands down your body until she has a strong grip on your hips. She plays with the hem of the large cotton t-shirt you’re wearing – definitely not the suit you put on this morning; she must have changed you while you were knocked out. With dread, you also realize that you’re not wearing any underwear.

Momo lifts up the only piece of clothing you have on and tucks in under your chin, allowing her eyes to freely roam the expanse of your naked body. “You’re perfect,” she breathes out, reverent. “I’ve wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you, you know.”

A finger glides up the curve of your breast to circle your nipple, stroking over the quickly hardening peak. Your teeth clamp down on your bottom lip, desperate to not let any noises slip out. But you can’t hold back the squeak when you feel her warm, wet mouth descend on your breast. You squirm at the way her tongue flicks over your nipple and her teeth

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, she slips a hand down to rest against your mound. Those graceful fingers slide down to pet against the lips of your cunt, slipping down even further to play with your hole.

She toys with you for a while, mouth firmly attached to your breast, sucking on your nipple until you can’t hold back your cries any longer. She slips a finger inside of you, the movement made easy by the copious amounts of slick. Another soon joins, slowly fucking you in a way that has your toes curling. The wet squelching sound is piercing in the otherwise quiet room; you ball your fists and shut your eyes tight, embarrassed by the way your traitorous body is responding.

You almost scream when Momo’s thumb begins to rub firms circles into your sensitive clit and within seconds you’re cumming all over her fingers. She doesn’t stop until you’re close to another orgasm.

“My sweet girl, you did so well,” she praises, slipping her fingers out of you.

You just lay there, panting and trying to come to terms with the fact that your boss just gave you one of the best orgasms of your life.

She holds up her fingers, the slim digits are covered in your slick. The embarrassment from witnessing how much you enjoyed that makes you want to crawl into a hole. But Momo shows no such reservations and pops them into her mouth, eyes closing and moaning as though she’s tasting the sweetest honey.

“If I had known you tasted this good I would have done this a long time ago,” Momo chuckles. “Good enough to eat.”

The hungry glint in her eyes has you quickly clamping your thighs together but it’s embarrassingly easy for her to pry them apart, holding you open and spread out in the most intimate of ways.

Despite the horror you’re feeling, you can’t tear your eyes away from the sight of Momo getting comfortable on her stomach and leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to your mound. She starts with kitten licks against your folds that that have unwanted excitement pooling in your belly, before licking a broad stripe from your wet, twitching hole to your clit. Her lips close over the little nub, taking it into her to suckle and lave with attention. You moan and buck your hips up into her mouth, desperate to feel more of her tongue.

She lets go of your clit to close her mouth of you entirely, tongue wriggling inside, your walls immediately clench down on the slippery intrusion. You keen, back arching as your pussy releases a wave of slick, which Momo is more than happy to lap up, moaning hungrily. With the amount of noise she’s making, you’d think she’s the one being pleasured. She hums and sighs as she works you over, obvious in her enjoyment of eating you out.

Your body tenses and you throw your head back with a scream. You can’t stop yourself from cumming a second time – this one just as intense as the last.

Before you know it, Momo is undressed and shuffling until she’s kneeling directly over you. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what she wants to do.

“It’s only fair, right?” she asks, thighs straddling your head. She doesn’t give you time to respond before she’s lowering herself down onto your face. “Don’t disappoint me, ok?”

Her tone is sweet enough, but the threat is clear.

Without much of a choice, you stick your tongue out and begin lapping at her pussy. She’s already soaking wet, worked up from giving you pleasure. You use every trick you knew to get her off as quickly as possible. Luckily, it doesn’t take long.

“Oh, god! Yes!” she’s soon crying out, writhing on your tongue. “Please, baby. Please make me cum! Make me -ah!”

Momo grinds down harder and her pace picks up until she suddenly stops, hips giving short jerks as she whines and lets out a satisfied little sigh. She pulls away, shuffling down your body until she can lie down beside you to hug you close.

“You did wonderful, darling,” she praises, still slightly out of breath.

You say nothing but Momo is having none of that. She taps a finger against your slick-covered lips. “What do we say when someone compliments you, sweetie?”

You try to blink back tears. You’re really not getting out of here are you?

“Thank you,” you reply obediently.

I totally did this out of order, so let’s try this again!

I would like you to meet Uzuki Hanako! (うづき- Uzuki はなこ- Hanako)

(My first introduction was a hot mess, so I wanted re edit that one and put up this one instead!)

(I can’t draw for crap so I’m using picrew.)

This will basically be me talking about her rather than all the fandoms she’s in. I’m gonna be making post about her and the fandoms later, but for now it’s all about her!

First Name: Hanako

Last Name: Uzuki

Gender: Female

Race: Demigod

Age: ??? (Depending on the fandom, her age changes)

Birthday: December 27

Zodiac: Capricorn

Height: 6’3.3

Sexuality: Bisexual

JP CV: Ami Koshimizu

ENG CV: Amanda Céline Miller

FRENCH CV: Indila

(Couldn’t find a Greek CV 😔)

Nicknames: Shachi-chan (Floyd), Child of Hearth (Malleus), Ms.Herbivore (Leona), Princess, Wifey (Gojo)

Favorite food: Cheesecake, literally anything sweet

Least favorite food: Hummus, mushrooms, candy, and beans

Likes: family/friends, cooking, singing really loud to her music, working out, making clothes, nail polish, memes/vines, rain/cloudy weather, animals, purple, doing anything around the house, video games, anime, fictional books, roughhousing, and day dreaming about her crush/significant other

Dislikes: Fights between friends and family, Candy, crying in front of people, and bookshelves

Since I can’t draw I have to use picrew, but sadly some of the makers that I find have limited options so allow me to go into detail about her looks. (I’ll probably make another post about her abilities later)

Hanako has bright gold eyes and long lavender hair that goes all the way down to her mid thigh. She has two beauty marks, one under her right eye and one on the left side of her lip. Her signature hair style is space buns with the rest of her hair down in the back. Like I’ve said before, I can’t draw so I’m using characters I know as reference! This is what her body looks like.

(^ This is Flare, a character from fairy tail! I recommend watching it if you have time. Fairy tail is a very long series, but it’s really good!)

(I’m pretty sure you can look at almost all the women in Fairy tail and get the idea.)

Obviously I know that Hestia doesn’t have any demigod kids but demigods don’t have to be born the normal way. Hanako was born from fire and was given to her father. With that being said, when Hana was first claimed she was given a fire place poker but traded it in for a sword so she it could help control her pyrokinesis. (Her sword is disguised as a charm bracelet!)

As for her sword...

Hana’s sword helps her control her pyrokinesis a little better and it’s fun to try and see who can pick it up. Her sword can reach up to about 2000°F (1093°C). She has a few special moves but those are for another time.

Although Hana acts like her mom in some moments, she met Apollo and Hermes when she was quite young and those two have had a big impression on her personality. One moment she giving motherly advice, and the next moment she screaming vines across the room.

Random facts about Hanako 🌸✨

Since Hana means flower I use cherry blossoms and lavender to represent her.

Has a huge soft spot for children!

Hanako is super understanding and open. Wanna try something new? She’ll come with you, so you aren’t lonely and scared. Skydiving? What time are we leaving? Want to be left alone? Call her if you need something! Wanna try working out? She’ll be your personal trainer! Feeling down? She’s coming over with movies and snacks! Can’t make it to game night? It’s alright just be safe with whatever your doing!

Once Hanako falls, she falls hard.(Romantically speaking) She is a SIMP. She’ll wear the most giddiest smile after talking with them. Probably screamed in her pillows at least a few times. “They make my heart beat so fast, and they make me feel like the happiest girl in the world!!” - Hanako.

Attempts her best not to be obvious about her crush, and for the most part it works. Until anything other than platonic stuff comes up. Her face is gonna turn crimson if ANYONE mentions her crush in not so platonic ways, gods forbid anything even more intimate. Children of Hestia are so shy when the idea of sexual things is even bought up that they blush deeply and cannot articulate any coherent words, and any fire nearby also turns crimson as if it were blushing like the child of Hestia. This shyness is amplified if they are around their crush.

Gets kind of anxious when she’s beside a bookshelf.

She’s a smart ass. It’s gotten to the point where she does it automatically. It doesn’t even have time to process, it just comes out.

Hana is actually really good at acting and singing. She was in a few commercials and videos when she was younger but only as background characters.

Hana is amazing with kids. She grew up with 3 little brothers before she was moved into the orphanage, which meant even more kids to watch over. (she takes her big sister role very seriously)

Since she was born from fire, she can raise her body temperature up if she wanted too, and she rarely gets hot or cold. Heat based attack have no effect on her. Hana’s hugs feel like a warm blanket wrapped around you while sitting next to a fireplace, all in all just really comforting

Hana grew up around a lot of guys and so she calls everyone ‘bro’ and ‘dude’ a lot. She has a few friends who are girls but most of them are guys. That being said, she grew up rough housing and yelling.

Hana also comes from a very affectionate family. (Hugs, kisses, feeding food to each other, smashing food into someone’s face, etc.) So it’s not uncommon to see Hana tackle all of her friends into hugs and kisses.(platonically)

Hana also likes to tease a lot (curtsy of Hermes) so don’t be surprised when she tease about you burning food.

Is super flexible. I’m talking like, Mitsuri flexible. Her friends have at least saw her in the scorpion pose a few times. The more flexible she is, the easier it is to move in battle.

The woman is a tree. I’m pretty sure all of her lovers (with the exception of Gojo) are shorter than her.

She can not, for the life of her, wear heels. Anything above a 3 inch that isn’t thick, would make her snap an ankle. Besides she’s already tall enough

In terms of anger, Hana has the patience of a saint. She still gets annoyed here and there, but very rarely does she get genuinely angry. On the rare occasion that she is angry, she gets pretty violent. Veins showing from her forehead, her body temperature spikes, and she wears one of the most nastiest glare ever. (from what she’s been told) Only a select few have seen her mad.

When thrown into a new situation (or a new world-) that isn’t familiar, Hana will come off a bit sarcastic (more than usual) and aloof. She wants to get a feel for her surroundings before she can actually be herself. Give her some time to come around and she’ll be back to hyper and happy.

Hana has a bunch of hobbies. She plays volleyball and is known as the queen of the court. She loves to paint her fingernails and her toes as well. Her cooking is top tier! As a Hestia child obviously she would excel at anything that has to do with domestic and home type things.

She 100% would/will make her own dress. Once made a huge ball gown dress because none of the place had what she was looking for.

When she isn’t doing any of her hobbies she’s working out and practicing her pyrokinesis. Hana trained a lot back where she was from, so she could master her pyrokinesis and her sword. She’s gotten to the point where she can lift a car. Just because she’s in a different place doesn’t give her the excuse to slack off!!

Ironically her mother is a virginal goddess and isn’t married to anyone. Hana on the other hand, wants to get married and have kids. She shooting for 4 but it all depends on what her partner wants. (2,6,8 it just depends)

Hestia children can induce serenity and make tense situations a lot more calmer. Hanako has defeated a lot of enemies and monsters this way.

Hanako knows 4 different languages. English, Japanese, Greek, and French. She was taught Japanese by her father and Greek by her mother. She learned French and English herself

Even though Hana loves to do girly things, makeup is not one of them. She always thought it was pretty cool but she never had the time to sit down and practice it.

Thank you for reading✨ I had a lot of fun making this and I can’t wait to write more stuff about her! I’ll probably have to learn how to make a master post so her stuff is easier to access. If you have any questions about Hana my inbox is open, or you can message me in private, either way works!

I hope you stick around for more content with Hanako! 🌸🔥✨

Punishment

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Jinyoung x you x Jaebeom

Word Count: 2760

This is a birthday fic for my bestie!! @ksmutaddict​ . This was technically written last year for her birthday, but I’m lame af and write all my fics on actual paper first and I lost it...found it during my move...and then forgot about it. She asked for it to be uploaded for her birthday and I’m only 1 day late this time. Happy birthday boo! Hope you like the fic and the edits.

The night had been an abnormally lazy one for you and your two favorite boys. You spent most of the evening entangled in each other’s limbs while relaxing in front of some comedy show you had all seen so many times you could recite it. It was only as you were beginning to doze off in the arms of your favorite of the two men that it was decided for you that it was time to head to bed. Your legs were wrapped around Jinyoung’s unfairly small waist, and your arms were snugly wrapped around his neck as he carried you through the hallway, which felt longer than usual. This was all thanks to Jaebeom, who was following close by, his eyes letting you know, that you had greatly disappointed them by falling asleep so early. You unfortunately already knew this. They explicitly told you earlier that evening that you had been a bit too disobedient lately, and even before that conversation, you had an inkling that your bratty behavior was pushing the very lenient limits the men had set for you. Frequently during the night’s activities, Jinyoung had sent you those looks, silently telling you to take it back a notch, and tried to get you to sit in his lap where he could hold you still and keep you a bit more subdued, but you made it a point to barely be within his arms’ reach, teasing him and Jaebeom, making him slightly cross in the process. When Jaebeom pulled you aside in the kitchen while brewing another pot of tea, you realized as the bedroom door was approaching and the look in Jaebeom’s eyes grew dark, that you should have taken the last chance he gave you. “Last chance, Kitten. Behave, or you will regret it later,” he had snarled with a hand around your throat. But, of course, you didn’t listen and kept on toying with their patience and the edge of your skirt. You liked testing them. It was always fun to see exactly how far they were willing to bend for you and each time you got them to go a little bit farther. Tonight seemed different though. Through the night, you noticed how their jaws tensed further and further each time you got mouthy with witty remarks or brushed your hand against any erogenous zones to tease them. In hindsight, you should’ve stopped, but that’s the thing about hindsight, it’s never there when you actually need it, and only when you saw that look on Jaebeom’s face as you headed to the bedroom did it hit you that you were in trouble. Big trouble. Jinyoung immediately threw you onto the bed as you entered the room. The man who just gently carried you here flipped switches in a heartbeat from sweet Daddy to aggressive Sir. “How hard is it just to be our good little girl? Huh?” The panic set in, as if the warnings you had accumulated over the evening were dumped on you all at once. “I’m sorry-” you began, pouting, but Jaebeom interrupted you. “Save it.” He was cold. Colder than usual. You turned your eyes to look at him, but his glare made your fear more than normal, and you chose to stare at the floor instead of into his piercing eyes. Jinyoung picked you up with his stupidly strong arms, and finally, after a whole night of constant disobedience, you knew better than to fight him. His cold and clearly upset face made you want to apologize again, but you knew from experience he probably wouldn’t have it. “What happened that made you sorry now, when clearly, you haven’t been sorry all evening,” was all he said as he pulled you up. I’m sure he felt your breath hiccup as Jaebeom passed through the door, at least he wasn’t surprised to find you trying to cover your slightly swollen eyes when he put you down. He wasted no time comforting you and went straight to undressing you from the waist down. You could hear Jaebeom simultaneously rummaging in the closet for something you were sure was not for your pleasure. When your skirt and leggings were tossed onto the floor roughly and you were left in your shirt and underwear only, the first audible sob escaped you, and Jaebeom reprimanded you immediately. “You brought this upon yourself, so stop sniffling. You will have plenty of time to cry about this once we’re done. Now, come here!” His words didn’t help, but you rubbed your eyes as you moved off of the bed and walked towards him. Jinyoung noticed the cane in his hand long before you did. “Warm her up first,” Jinyoung insisted gently, his loving side always sneaking through a bit, even during punishments. Out of the two, he was the one who disliked punishing you most. Jaebeom didn’t find it ideal either, but was more concerned with your misbehavior than your comfort during a punishment. Jinyoung wanted the punishments to be fun for the both of you, while Jaebeom wanted his point to get through regardless of the cost. Jaebeom already had his hand in a firm grip around your upper arm, but he let go as Jinyoung took you by your hips and dragged you towards him. He moved backwards to sit on the bed, pulled you over his knee, and tugged your panties upwards, wedging them between your cheeks, stripping you of whatever minimal protection they would have provided from what was coming next. “Please,” was all you dared to whisper before Jinyoung landed the first hit, pressing tears further up in your eyes. Jaebeom had taken a seat in the white leather chair across from the bed, where he had the best view of Jinyoung slowly heating up your cheeks. The slow speed was excruciating. Each heavy blow got to sting, burn, and then pulse in pain before the next one landed. It was agonizing to lie there, completely still, as every moment was filled by humiliation under Jaebeom’s watchful eye, only broken by the very timed out sting of Jinyoung’s rough palm. After a few hits, Jaebeom spoke up against his procrastination. “Jinyoung…” he said with a smirk on his face. He knew Jinyoung didn’t like these moments, so he repeated his words from earlier, “Let’s get this over with.” Jinyoung sighed and put his free hand firmly around your waist, pulling you closer to keep you still, and then hit after hit, he hit your ass with increased speed and force. You hid your face by pressing it deeply into the covers. It wasn’t enough to stifle your sobs though, and you were sure they both heard, even though Jinyoung remained relentless. He had put on that tough shell Jaebeom always wore during punishments, the shell that made it possible for him to ignore your cries and carry on with his heavy hand. Finally, Jinyoung thought you had endured enough of his hand to be ready for the cane, and he helped you stand. You barely got to gain your balance before you heard Jaebeom sigh deeply with what could have been regret or irritation, and then grab your arm again. He pulled you to stand by his left side, bent over, as he held you firmly between his hand and hip, your already bruised ass sticking out for his right hand to terrorize. “It will be over soon,” was all the warning and comfort he gave you, before letting the cane strike down, leaving agonizing, slanted, red lines on your now red, glowing skin. You could almost hear a smirk in his voice as he continued to try to talk you through it. You grabbed on to his pants to keep yourself balanced, even though his left hand held you more securely in place that you thought. His pace was quick, and you gasped, yelped, and sobbed your way through your least favorite kind of spanking. You could tell Jinyoung was still sitting on the bed, now viewing Jaebeom tear up your ass with the cane, and when you managed to open your eyes for long enough to look at him through your tears, it was clear to you he was enjoying the show more than it upset him to see you cry. The growing bulge in his pants was evidence of his change in moods. Finally, Jaebeom slowed down the pace and between the last two strikes, he paused and scolded you quickly. “You foolish little girl.” He whacked you one final time and once your shocked sob had quieted down to your quiet panting, he helped you stand up straight. “To the bed,” he ordered and you followed quickly and quietly. You quickly stripped completely and crawled under the silk sheets Jinyoung had pulled back for you, while Jaebeom put away the torturous instrument. For a while, you laid there sniffling, as they undressed and got ready for bed. Jinyoung crawled in on the right side of you, wearing nothing but his bulged out boxers, a bit before Jaebeom joined in behind you, wearing those striped pajama bottoms that made him seem a million years older than he really was… in a cute and comforting way. He wrapped his hands around you from the back and nuzzled comfortingly into your neck. He had finally dropped that harsh exterior and now treated your tired body and mind gently. Jaebeom kissed your shoulder where the tattoo was slightly raised and whispered gently against your skin “Good girl. You took it so well.” Jinyoung moved closer too and scooped you out of Jaebeom’s arms to place you more directly under him, asserting that he knew you favored him for cuddling. “Come here, my sweet nuna,” he encouraged you when you whimpered a bit. Jaebeom propped his head up on his hand to enjoy the show he knew was about to unfold. Jinyoung moved one of your legs to the other side of him, spreading you open for him to admire. He sat back up on his knees and shuffled out of his briefs, letting his erect cock stand free, but not for long before he buried himself in you, just barely taking the time to make sure you were wet enough to take him. He knew you loved the feeling of the stretch and he embraced that. Jinyoung was not a patient man in bed and the quick pace he settled on immediately, was evidence of that. In the context of sex, he and Jaebeom were as different as they were when punishing you. In bed, Jaebeom would take his time, be gentle and comforting, but Jinyoung let nothing stand between him and pleasure. His big, bulging cock thrust into you, and the movement pushed and dragged you ever so slightly across the sheets, putting pressure on your very sore backside. You gasped and looked up at Jinyoung’s deep chocolate eyes. “Jinyoung,” you mewled, as he grabbed your wrists and held them down on either side of your head. Jaebeom put a hand on your cheek, making you look at him. “You know your safe word, love?” he checked in, and you nodded while sniffling again. “Nora.” “Good,” he praised and moved his hand to your chest. “Then keep still and let Jinyoung fuck you the way he wants while I think about what I want.” With that, Jaebeom’s patience left you to Jinyoung’s forces. He grunted deeply and fucked you even harder. “Jinyoung, it hurts,” you pleaded. Jaebeom was quick to scold you. “Keep quiet. You know you can stop this if it is truly too much, but unless that is the case, know your place and keep quiet! If you don’t I will make it hurt worse.” Your breath wavered as Jinyoung let go of the wrist closest to Jaebeom in order to slap and then squeeze your breast. His breath was heaving and he was grunting deeply, as he kept on fucking you in a manner that could only be described as animalistic. Jaebeom laid next to you, watching Jinyoung fuck you senseless, until he finally decided he wanted in. He pulled down his trousers and motioned to Jinyoung, who backed off for a bit, allowing him to pull you back into his embrace. From behind, he dipped his cock - slightly longer and leaner than Jinyoung’s - into your dripping heat, but he only remained for a few pumps, until he was covered in your natural lubrication. He used his tip to drag your juices along your asshole, lubing you up so he could slide in slowly. Jaebeom’s patience was something you were always fond of, as a beautiful contrast to Jinyoung’s impatience, but especially when he took you anally, you appreciated his slow pace. you winced and gasped as he inched himself in. Jinyoung had been admiring Jaebeom and you and said in response to your strained mewling, “God, you’re sexy when you whimper.” Jaebeom was finally as deep as he could go and he readjusted himself under you, before inviting Jinyoung back in. “Then come, make her whimper some more.” Jinyoung’s hungry smile said “your pleasure” as he took back his position between your legs. He pushed himself back in without much warning, making you cry out from the excruciating pleasure stemming from your core. Jaebeom joined your outburst, as Jinyoung’s cock filled you up and made you clench even tighter around him. “Fuck!” Jinyoung groaned and began thrusting again, vigorously enough to move you back and forth on Jaebeom’s cock as well. “Ji-Jinyoung!” you stuttered and moaned, letting your head fall back onto Jaebeom’s shoulder. “Relax, baby,” Jaebeom coaxed, as Jinyoung inched closer to his climax, picking up speed and depth as he went on. Jinyoung had his forehead on your chest by now, sending a plethora of sensations through you. His breath was hot and damp. Your cunt, already fully stimulated, got part of the endorphin rush as Jaebeom’s fingers tangled in your hair and grabbed a handful of your soft flesh by your breast. With that, and their gorgeous cocks filling you, you inched closer to your climax as well. Jaebeom held you firmly in place and you screamed out whenever Jinyoung’s pelvis granted you the accidental pleasure of rubbing by your clit. That with the snug fit of his thick cock in your narrowed, dripping hole and the occasional crash and brush of his crotch hitting yours had you so close. Jaebeom felt that you were close and moved his hand from your breast to your neck to choke you to your climax, just the way you liked it. You felt like you fell over the edge of your orgasm when Jinyoung strictly ordered you to come, but Jaebeom’s firm grasp on your upper body kept you safe as you pulsed through your climax. Jinyoung grunted and slowed down, thrusting harshly a few times as he came forcefully between your clenching walls. You came back down from your high as Jinyoung pulled away. Jaebeom was kissing your shoulder and neck and slowly moved you down onto your side so he could move more easily. You laid tiredly and completely relaxed as he slowly moved against you. Even though his pace was lazy, all the previous activities of the night had him close to finishing already. The teasing, the spanking, the vigorous fucking, all brought to this moment of slow, steady, tired, and loving lovemaking, where Jaebeom stroked your shoulder with his lips and grasped one of your breasts in his firm hand as he finished himself inside you. Still kissing and nuzzling, he pulled away from you, letting Jinyoung pick you up to clean you up. He carried you into the bathroom where he had drawn a warm bath for the three of you while Jaebeom was finishing up with you in the bed, and he lowered you into the water laced with lemon essential oil and rose petals. Jaebeom slipped in behind you and Jinyoung sat by your legs. He covered a loofah in a lovely scented shower gel and rubbed it over your skin, making it soft and slippery, so his strong fingers could easily massage your every muscle. Jaebeom also took it upon himself to help relax the muscles he had helped to rough up earlier in the night. “Thank you,” you said as their hands worked magic, earning you a broad smile from Jinyoung and a low and lax humming from Jaebeom. “See?” He said, happy to know your manners had returned. “There’s our good babygirl.”

Fantober 2020, Day 30: Domesticated

Author: DatHeetJoella Fandom: Free! Pairing: MakoHaru Rating: T Part: 30/31 (read the full collection here) Word count: 1,821 Tags: Canonverse, Established Relationship, Fluff, Domesticity, Accidental Marriage Proposal Read at: AO3, FFn, or right here!

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Unlike many others, Haruka didn't go to work in the morning with dread in his gut. He had turned his passion into his career and despite there still being days when we'd rather swim leisurely than be barked at by his coach, he hadn't reached the point yet where he had gotten tired of training.

Nevertheless, Haruka's favourite moment of the day was unlocking the door to their apartment, where he could relax on the couch and unwind in the bath, but most importantly, where he could see Makoto again. Finally, that moment had arrived.

Muffled noises resonated through the walls, informing him that Makoto was home early. That knowledge brought a smile to Haruka's face. Although his day had been pretty good so far, he could always use a bright grin, a loving embrace and a tender kiss. Time to replenish his Makoto-well.

He stashed his key back into his pocket and pushed down the doorknob. "I'm home," he called out as he kicked off his shoes. He didn't get a response, so he ditched his bag in front of the bathroom door and went inside.

Makoto was standing in the middle of the living room with his back turned to him, pushing their wireless, low-decibel vacuum around the coffee table. It had been a gift from his mom on his previous birthday - yes, Haruka had reached the age where his parents gave him practical things as presents. Recently, she had become obsessed with high-tech appliances and after he off-handedly mentioned the cord of the vacuum getting tangled when he was on the phone with her while cleaning, she took it upon herself to rid him of those issues.

It had cost far more than Haruka would ever be willing to pay for a vacuum cleaner, but admittedly, it performed amazingly and left their old, cheap one in the dust. Vacuuming had been at the bottom of both of their lists in terms of chore-preferences, but this one ran so smoothly it eradicated the reasons they disliked it.

But the vacuum wasn't why Makoto hadn't heard him; after all, it was relatively quiet. It were the headphones covering his ears that caused him to miss Haruka's arrival.

Haruka opened his mouth to call out again rather than touching his shoulder or jumping in front of him, lest he startle him. But he abruptly shut up when Makoto started to sing along to his music.

His soft voice filled the room, bouncing off the walls and the notes immediately nestled themselves in a chamber of Haruka's heart. Ever since they were kids, Makoto had been the better singer between the two of them, but as he grew older and his voice matured, Makoto improved even more. His vocal range was pretty wide so he could effortlessly sing along to a variety of genres, be it mellow ballads or high-tempo rock songs. While Makoto's voice was already a treat to listen to when he talked, hearing him sing was a rare but very welcome massage to Haruka's eardrums.

To suit his voice, Makoto's taste in music was also very broad. He enjoyed almost anything, so sharing earbuds with him or passing him the aux cord in the car meant Haruka was in for a surprise. This time, he was singing along to an upbeat song by some foreign pop group that was often played on the radio and in stores. The lyrics described the sea breeze and silver sand on a summer night and although it was a bit out of season now they were well into autumn, Makoto's beautiful voice made it sound like a timeless serenade.

With bated breath, Haruka watched and listened. The sight of Makoto singing while vacuuming was rather mundane, something that could happen on any given day of the week, yet it made Haruka's chest brim with profound affection. He could travel the world, eat mackerel at Michelin-star restaurants, swim in every body of water within existence, and he still wouldn't be as happy as he was now. Trophies and the thrill of competing were a great bonus, but all that mattered was this; after work, he came home to the person he loved more than life itself, carefree and content.

When Makoto turned around the table to vacuum the floor on the other side, their eyes met and a wide smile lit up his handsome face. "Ah, Haru, I didn't hear you come in. Welcome home."

Naturally, Haruka smiled too. "I'm home," he said again.

After he turned off the vacuum, Makoto fished his phone out of his pocket to stop the music and put his headphones down on the table. Then, he went over to Haruka to engulf him in a big hug and welcome him home properly. As their lips met in a gentle kiss, Haruka realised he had been wrong; this was his favourite moment of the day.

He cupped Makoto's face, the faintest hint of stubble on his jaw prickling his fingertips and although it was a feeling he otherwise found unpleasant, the roughness was kind of nice now. It was a part of Makoto and since it would be gone tomorrow morning after he shaved, Haruka had to savour it now.

Makoto pulled back sooner than he would've liked, but Haruka wouldn't sweat it. There was more than enough time left in the day to dedicate to loving kisses.

"When you unload your bag, you can leave your towels and swimsuit in front of the washing machine instead of putting them in the laundry basket," Makoto said, "I'm doing laundry anyway so I'll put them in once this round is done."

"Vacuuming, doing laundry," Haruka said with a huff of amusement, "Are you aiming to be a house husband?"

"Depends." Makoto shrugged. "Are your applications open?"

"I guess."

"Then does that mean I'm hired?"

"Who else would I hire?"

Makoto chuckled. "Does that mean we're married now?"

A large question mark appeared above Haruka's head. Had he just proposed to Makoto? "Engaged, I think?" Haruka said with a frown. This was not how he expected this milestone to go down. He'd thought there would be at least more gasps of surprise, fireworks and perhaps even a tear or two. Not a joking remark on an extraordinarily normal day. "This is the most confusing proposal I've ever heard."

More melodic laughter streamed from Makoto's mouth. "It's not exactly how I had envisioned it either, but I must say I quite like it. It was so easy and natural, like everything else between us is, too," he said and he did have a point. "Besides, I'm happy with the upgrade. I was never a fan of the term 'boyfriends' anyway. 'Fiancés' has a much nicer ring to it, doesn't it?"

In Haruka's opinion, it did sound a lot better. Fiancé was more encompassing than the term boyfriend was, and while Makoto was undoubtedly his boyfriend, he was so much more than that. He was his best friend, his better half, his Makoto. "How did you think of me before if you don't like the word 'boyfriend' then?"

"My partner, my significant other, my best friend with a whole bunch of benefits," Makoto said with a playful raise of his eyebrows, but then he smiled, soft and genuine. "My Haru-chan."

It was the answer Haruka could've predicted, yet it still made heat rush to his cheeks. "Drop the '-chan'."

Makoto snorted. He raised his hand and carded his fingers through Haruka's black locks. "Hey, Haru?"

"What?"

"Do you think I'll be a good husband?"

"Your cooking skills can use some brushing up," Haruka said with a smirk, earning himself an offended 'hey!' from Makoto. "But other than that, you'll be the perfect husband."

"Thanks," Makoto said, leaning down to plant a kiss on the tip of Haruka's nose. "You will, too, but I already told you that, didn't I?"

Haruka nodded, smiling as he recalled it. "During our second year of high school, when I was teaching you how to cook mackerel in miso for Ran and Ren."

"Back then, you said you weren't interested in getting married."

It was true. When he was younger he had no intention to get married, but that was because it wasn't possible to marry Makoto and it wasn't like there was anyone else he wanted to be with. It was a great relief that over the years, it had become an option. "I changed my mind."

A warm twinkle shone in Makoto's eyes. "I'm glad. Although I'm happy enough just being with you, there's something extra special about our relationship being officially and legally recognised, don't you think?"

Haruka nodded. According to their friends, they'd been like an old married couple since they were kids so in that regard, nothing would change. But even if the nature of their bond didn't change, the way the world viewed them would. Whenever Haruka met someone new, it was difficult to explain what Makoto was to him: with the title of husband, all those problems would vanish and everyone would understand immediately that Makoto was his world.

"If we get married in a few years, we'll be able to save up for a ceremony on the beach, and maybe for a honeymoon in Okinawa," Makoto said and Haruka's heart swelled at the thought, "But for now, we'll enjoy the fiancé-stage of our relationship."

"Yeah," Haruka said. Their lives were a bit too hectic to get married right away, but that didn't mean they couldn't fantasise about it. They would have plenty of time to dream up the perfect wedding. "To celebrate our engagement, I'll cook a special dinner tonight. What would you like to eat?"

"Mackerel."

"Mackerel?" Haruka asked with a frown. "Not green curry?"

Makoto shook his head. "Mackerel is my fiancé's favourite food."

That made Haruka's stomach flutter. Could Makoto be any more kind and selfless? He was truly proving himself as husband-material. "I'll make a chocolate cake for dessert then. That's my fiancé's favourite pastry."

At the mention of chocolate cake, Makoto's smile softened. "Thanks, Haru," he said and pressed a sweet kiss to Haruka's lips. "There isn't anyone in the entire world who I'd rather spend my life with, so thank you for choosing to be with me again and again."

"Me neither," Haruka said, tightening his arms around Makoto's neck. Revealing the contents of his heart remained to be something he struggled with, but Makoto deserved to hear just how much he meant to him. No matter how difficult something was, for Makoto he'd always try his best. "I love you."

"I love you too," Makoto said as he leaned their foreheads together, their noses touching. "So, so much."

Their eyes fell shut as their lips met in another passionate kiss.

If every day with Makoto was this domestic and comfortable, then Haruka was already looking forward to all the years yet to come.

troubled.

hate is a very strong word.

But harry styles is sure he hates maya clearwater. With every bone is his body, he hates that girl. He hates her curly black hair, that she sometimes straightens (which he hates too). He hates the way she smiles her pearly white teeth on show for everyone to see. He hates the way her dimple show everytime she laughs, she laughs so loud people can her from a mile away. He hates the way people love her. How she has so many friends. He hates the way teachers praise her. The dictionary meaning of the word hate, is to feel an intense dislike for someone. And Harry’s sure he had more than a feeling of intens dislike for maya.

As for maya, she loved everyone. She was just easy to be around. Everyone she’d ever met, she got on with. Except for: Harry styles. She could never really put her finger on him. Why he always got so annoyed when she joined him and his friends. She had to admit, he wasn’t who everyone thought he was. But she was hopeful. Hopeful that he would change his ways, and be his true self. The one the fans think he is. But maybe that’s one of her so called ‘toxic traits’ always being hopeful and believing there’s good in people. Even with there may not be an ounce. Maya had been like that since she was a child. You might call her a push over or naive, but she always believed in second chances and seeing the good side of people. Even when they’ve made her upset or angry.

Maya and Harry had met at Sarah’s, Harry’s drummers, party. It was New Year’s Eve, everyone seemed to be getting on really enjoying themselves. Until maya arrived. Harry had disliked her since the moment she layed on her.

He was upset because she didn’t remember him. She never texted him back. And definitely looked much better than he did. They had met briefly before at a mutual friend’s birthday party, they exchanged numbers, maya promising him they would meet up again soon. But as Harry waited, there was no call or text. And that’s when he decided he would hate maya clearwater forever. And he would make everyone know about it.

And they did.

When maya and Harry finally had met properly, able to talk and actually say hello, Harry was the rudest he had ever been his life. Sarah was so beyond embarrassed as she had met maya only a month ago, and was really trying to get to know her more. Sarah apologised profusely to maya when she decided she would head home early.

“Maya, please don’t leave! I’ll sort it out!” Sarah said red in the face from embarrassment. Maya shook her hear bringing her new friend into a hug before kissing her cheek.

“I promise we can celebrate together another time. Please don’t worry about this, I’ve already forgotten about it” maya lied putting a fake smile “you should too” she continued nodding her head before grabbing her red coat and black back before hugging Sarah again.

“I’ll text you when I’m home” maya said before leaving the house.

So maya went home and cried. And then she put on her fake smile, and forgot about. This is what she did, she cried. And then it was forgotten. She didn’t like to dwell on things, and she was already insecure enough, she didn’t need heart throb Harry styles bringing her down too.

The next time maya and Harry met was when she was dragged to another party at her college. Of course she wasn’t expecting to see one of the most famous singers in the world today at her friends college party. She had remembered back to the words that he spoke at Sarah’s party, but she quickly put her thoughts to rest as her friend, Jane, brought her to the dance floor.

Harry saw her curly black hair and her red dress before maya realised he was here. He sighed bringing the beer to his lips. Why was she always where he was? Why was she always in his thoughts? Why can’t maya clearwater leave him alone?

Harry snickered to his friends as he watched her and her friend dance together. He nudged his friend tom, pointing over to maya. “She looks like a stick” Harry laughed and the boys all nodded laughing along. Maya stopped dancing and looked over at Harry with tears in her eyes. Jane was trying to get maya to dance, while maya stood there looking Harry in the eye, her brown skin glistening with sweat and tears. Harry almost felt half bad, but he soon forgot about that once he remembered what she did. He smirked at her sipping at his beer once more as he watched her walk away from her friend and leave the house.

Maya had cried one too many tears on this man. She had hardly even talked to this man! They had met twice, barely the second time.

She just wanted to know why he hated her so much. She had always tried to be the nicest person she could possibly be. That’s what her mum asked of before she died. You could say maya had a wild child phase, while her mum was sick. She just couldn’t expect that her mum was going to die. So she abused drugs and alcohol, and she became known as the towns whore. She was naive and she was defintly in denial. But maya thought if she did this it would numb the pain. She would forget that her mum could possible die while she was out having sex with any beating heart.

“Baby. I need you to be good when I’m gone. I need you to look after dad and toby, ok?” Her mum said tears in her eyes and maya grabbed her mother’s hand tears running down her face.

“I need you to be better. To love yourself. Respect yourself. And please, please. Treat people with kindness”

And maya never forgot that. She eventually calmed down, went to therapy. Helped her brother with school and stuff a mother and father should be doing. But her dad was depressed. He knew this was coming, but he lost the love of his life. But soon everything went back to whatever normal was. Her dad would smile. Toby would ask about their mum, but no one would cry. It took a good few years to mend their hearts, but they did that with, collette clearwaters words:

“I need you to be better. To love yourself. Respect yourself”

The next time Harry and maya met, Harry had crossed the line and maya had, had enough. She was completely done with Harry styles.

Maya had a rough day. She failed a maths test she thought she’d aced. Her roommate was moving out and on top of that her dads birthday was in two days and she couldn’t reach the shops because her car broke down, and she forgot to bring money for the bus. She had to walk to college, in the rain. All her books and clothes were soaked, and her poor straightened hair was no more.

She needed a friend, so she texted sarah before walking to her house. She never ever did this, just show up. But she needed some friend cuddles and a warm cup of tea. She arrived to Sarah’s house 10 minutes later with still no text. She didn’t want to be rude, but she really just needed someone. Maya knocked on Sarah’s front door.

Sarah opened it excited, confused and a little worried.

“H....hi.... i texted but you um didn’t reply so so i....i thought i could stop by, maybe?” Maya stuttered. Sarah smiled warmly at maya pulling her into a hug. “No need to text. I’m always here for you love, whenever” Sarah replied rubbing maya’s back.

“it’s just harrys here, and i know the two of you don’t really get on” Sarah stated and maya bit her lip. She really needed this. She didn’t want to be in a mood when her dad got home. So she nodded “it’s ok. I’m sure he can put his hatred for me away for today”

Maya walked in hand in hand with Sarah, Harry’s band looking up immediately. They all greeted you with an unsure look, looking between you and Harry. You smiled at them all including Harry, but he just scowled. Her smile immediately dropped, Sarah pulling her to the sofa beside her boyfriend Mitch.

“What’s stick doing here?” Harry asked with a half smirk. The tension was now very clear in the room. “I’m not a stick Harry” maya replied biting her lip once again. She was probably going to lead a lot of Vaseline after this conversation. “hmm y’sure” he asked rolling his eyes.

maya sighed leaning back into the sofa grabbing the pillow beside and tried covering her body with it. The room was silent and uncomfortable, before Harry opened his mouth again. “i asked you a question.” Harry said leaning his elbow on his leg, holding up his head.

maya shook her head, again biting her lip, and sighed. “I just had a rough day, needed some company. s’all” maya mumbled seeing Harry roll his green eyes once again.

“What are you gonna cry again?”

“Everytime i open my mouth, you cry. It honestly getting old maya! cut the act” Harry said leaning back. Maya sighed her eyes once again, filling with tears. “We don’t have time for this, go on home and cry to your mummy instead” he said and Sarah gasped.

“Harry” she yelled trying to grab your hand as you stood up with a sob.

“I don’t know what I’ve done to you Harry. But I’m so sorry. For whatever i did. I really am. But when you bring my family into whatever sick hatred you have with me, is where i draw the fucking line”. Maya said with tears running down her face. Harry looked almost shocked and upset?

“My mums dead harry”

The room was immediately silenced and Harry let out a curse as he stood up.

“M...maya”

“No! No! You don’t get to apologise and pity me once you figure out my mother is dead” maya yelled waving her hands around as he walked closer to her. “You have hurt me Harry. You really have. Don’t ever fucking come near me again” maya said grabbing her bag before running out of her friends house.

“Fuck”

A week later Harry had tried to reach maya a total of 456 ways. He had texted her and phoned her and tried to get her when she was out and about. He even went to her house. He even wrote her letters? This boy was truly sorry. He hadn’t stopped to think about the possibilities of her losing his number. Or him putting in the wrong number. Or maybe she just wasn’t interest. And lastly, maybe she did forget. And he should’ve been ok way that. But Harry wasn’t. He hated her. He hated her so much, and now he can’t stand the thought of her hating him. Of her doing the same thing he did to her.

The only way he was sure this apology would be written well, would be through a song. Something he was quite good at. You could really feel the emotion from the song when he preformed it with the band. It was named fine line. Quite depressing but happy and the same time.

Sarah wasn’t sure when Harry tried to persuade her into giving maya the song. But when Harry started crying her eyes widened and grabbed the paper before dropping the note in maya’s bag. She knew maya wouldn’t take it, even from her.

So she snuck it into her science notes in her bag, a place she knew maya would look today.

And Sarah was right of course.

Maya saw the note. And at first she wa confused. But then she read the note, telling her to plug the disc in and listen carefully.

‘ put a price on emotion ‘

Maya let out a strangled sigh as she heard the voice of Harry. Her eyes filling up with tears as she listened to the song.

‘ we’ll be alright ’

Maya picked up her phone sobbing as she looked for the number Harry rang her with.

She nodded when he picked up letting out a sob.

‘ we’ll be a fine line. We’ll be alright ‘

Thank you so much for the dorm match up! 😊 I am a bit of a chatterbox and I love to discuss on various things. I don't really care what, just as long it's interesting! With subjects I am good with English, History and Geography but I am really bad at match, physics, chrmistry, literally anything of that sort. I wear my heart on my sleeve and I am open with my emotions, if I feel like crying I'll cry, if I feel like laughing, I'll laugh. (1/?)

Also, I am really not good with technology either! I am an INFP and when it comes to people there isn't really a specific personality type I get along with. It's mostly kind of just "if we vibe, we vibe" thing. My friend group is very quirky and varies which makes things so fun! As a person I am quite cheerful, optimistic and bubbly but if I'm in the mood I am quite chaotic! Just really random which freaks some ppl out while others love it, pick your side 😂

I'm a sucker for sweets and yougurt, I can never get enough of that! I also have a passion for scary stories and when I go on walks I love listening to them! I love mythology, faries especially, and I daydream all the time! I get so lost in my world that I sometimes lose track of where I am! I'm generally nice to people I might, maybe a bit shy to some, but still pleasant enough for them to like me.

However I can be quite cold if I don't like some person. I give them the silent treatment and if I HAVE to speak to them I'm just really bitter and snarky. I strongly dislike arrogant people and people who bully. I can also be quite protective over the ones I love and my friends call me that mum of the group, although when the mood hits me I can be a child too. But yeah, mostly the mum friend who worries too much! Is this enough?

Happy Birthday, sweetie! I hope you enjoy this gift!

The shape of thy soul is ... Diasomnia!

You’re not good with technology? No worries, neither is Malleus. Diasomnia is founded on the Witch of Thorns who comes from the Valley of Thorns, a land where most things are magic-based rather than machine reliant. Therefore, no one is going to judge your lack of technical skills

You don’t encapsulate the elegance that Diasomnia students usually emulate. However, considering Sebek is shouting left, right, and centre, Silver is taking naps anywhere and everywhere, and Lilia is currently hanging upside down, it’s not enough to be a deal-breaker

It’s great that you get along with a variety of people because Diasomnia has a wide range of students as well and will help you overcome the aura that the other dorms feel make it hard to approach Diasomnia students

Even if other students don’t have the guts to point it out, Diasomnia, like most of NRC, has its own brand of chaos. Malleus is threatening to light people on fire, Sebek could not stop exalting his young master if his life depended on it, Lilia teleports as he pleases, and Silver has infamous “mad-free space.” You will fit in just fine with the chaos.

Your cheerful, bubbly, and optimistic nature will be welcome! There’s not a lot of sunlight as the dorm as it's modelled after the Witch’s castle, but you can be the designated source of sunshine! Lilia finds your bubbly nature so cute and Malleus finds your optimism refreshing

Your love of sweets will be indulged when there are tea parties! Ignore Sebek’s glaring and forge on, tea and sweets are a lovely combo.

You and Malleus are quite the chatterbox combo! Malleus goes on and on about gargoyles and the stories surrounding them and you adore listening to the ones about haunted ones. 

You love asking him about fae customs and he happily obliges given that you’ve listened to his gargoyle tangent. Lilia answers your questions too, but sometimes you wonder if he’s just pulling your leg. Sebek will answer inquiries too but be prepared for a lecture to go hand in hand.

Losing track of where you are? You probably run into Silver napping at random areas. If you decide to wake him up from his impromptu slumber, he’ll be very grateful

Diasomnia is filled with protective friends, so that aspect is easily accepted. What’s the use of all this power if not to protect that which is precious to you?

Your cold and feisty treatment towards those you detest is nothing new at Diasomnia either. Most people are scared of accidentally angering those from Diasomnia as they can’t be dealt with by normal means. There’s a reason others find people from this dorm hard to approach. The fact that you’re not throwing shotput balls fast enough to break bones as a warning already puts you amongst the nicer ones.

Dorms to avoid:

Pomefiore

Being bad at chemistry, and all the sciences in general, will already put you at a major disadvantage at the dorm where everyone excels at magic potions and sorcery

You may love sweets but you probably won’t like the vigorous exercise routine you’ll have to complete first to compensate for any and all desserts you consume

Vil can and will make you cry. Furthermore, he might not even stop his berating even if tears are streaming down your face

Daydream in the middle of Vil lecturing you and you will most likely get smacked right then and there

Not all of Pomefiore’s students are arrogant, some are kind and open-minded to a degree, but you’ll definitely meet people who you’ll want to kick off their high horse

Savanaclaw

You dislike arrogant people and bullies, which this dorm has in spades. 

Exasperated sighs fall from your lips as you nearly marvel at how Leona is both so incredibly lazy yet also arrogant.

Cocky upperclassmen who have no issue playing dirty and bullying others also infuriate you. Be careful because they’re not afraid to use magic or brawn to drive a point home

Daydreaming is not really a safe activity at the Savanaclaw dorm given how ready everyone is to fight, even a small slight like bumping into someone is enough to set off a brawl

Other possible dorms:

Heartslabyul

Your love of sweets is thoroughly sated at the Heartslabyul dorm. There are constantly a galore of high-quality sweets thanks to Unbirthday parties and you’ll get your fair share as long as you don’t upset Trey

If Ignihyde is known for little to no social interactions and sticking to itself, then Heartslabyul is the opposite. Like many other Heartslabyul students, you get along with a variety of people. Cater has friends from nearly every dorm, showing her personable Heartslabyul students can be

Don’t mistake this dorm as a cutesy pushover place because of the pretty parties and eccentric activities. Heartslabyul dorm is filled with people who have no qualms getting revenge or doling out punishment. 

Riddle screams “OFF WITH YOUR HEAD” at a moment’s notice, and especially if he catches someone breaking the rules more than once. Trey may come off as a serene brotherly figure but he’s ready to dole out fitting passive-aggressive punishments like any older sibling is. Deuce is ready to throw down at a moment’s notice if someone is disrespectful. So your cold and snarky treatment towards those you dislike probably doesn’t even have anyone blinking an eye unless it breaks a rule

Speaking of rule-breaking, having to memorize 810 rules and daydreaming are not two things that mesh well. If you were part of the dorm pre-overblot, it was rough. It probably still is, but you’re trying!

Bonus: Riddle ensures no students fail so even if you suck with anything science or math-related, you’ve got an incredibly smart, tutor

The Racer who chased supernovas

»»—— Crew Member #7 of Space Pirates ATEEZ ——««

all aboard The Perihelion, welcome to the co-pilot’s log system! here you’ll be able to access the crew’s profiles should you wish to read about their journeys: (no nsfw content)

[CAPTAIN] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8]

“your wings have always existed, all you have to do is fly and fly high for the winds will be at your command”  

the other individual that you could pick out from a crowd, especially by his high-pitched laughter

full of charisma and a youthful soul, he attracts all kinds of attention and has trouble reigning in his recklessness at times

Wooyoung is an Alxil-Rolgrie mix who survived on his own in the lower district of Liyutania, the other member of The Perihelion who didn’t really know the meaning of family until his path crossed with the others

[database file: Rolgries are very much human-like beings, only distinguishing features are their strikingly light-coloured hair (that comes in shades of ivory, lilac, silver and/or coral), heterochromatic eyes and slightly translucent pale skin. This is due to their inherent ability to camouflage with their surroundings, like a chameleon, if they so wish to. Alxils are a nomadic sub-group of Dark Elves, preferring to keep to themselves. Having darker hair along with a more ash-grey skin, glowing red eyes and defined elongated ears]

Wooyoung seemingly took on more of his Rolgrie heritage in terms of physical appearance & ability. His hair is of a lilac-coral mix (that resembles the hues of sunset as Yeosang once said), an indigo-coloured left eye & violet-coloured right eye, slight translucent ash skin and the Alxil elongated ears

his camouflaging ability came to him since his youngling years though he didn’t really master it until his adolescence. Used to need all the concentration he could muster just to hold a full blend or to make sure it was the correct blend in the first place but now he could hide his entire self easily with his eyes closed

this has proven to be extremely beneficial for him to make his way around town undetected and a free-‘get-me-out-of-this-mess’-pass

though Yeosang made him pinky promise not to use that during their childhood games of hide-and-seek because he knows Woo would cheat to win

“I would never!”

“…you literally have been standing there all this time and I’ve just walked past you at least 10 rounds making me look like an idiot”

“gotta admit that was pretty fun-OW OK OK!!”

the lower district community did look out for Wooyoung, knowing that the cheeky kid meant well and he was just trying to get through each day at a time

sometimes one of the more empathetic merchants would allow Wooyoung to sleep on a spare rug under their tents, other times young Wooyoung would be lucky enough to find unoccupied shelter on his own to stay the night. Elderly food vendors would drop off extra scraps to make sure he wasn’t going to bed on an empty stomach at least

has had a few rough run-ins with the Uppers that caused him to be defensive by instinct and personally biased towards their aloof, ignorant nature although his view significantly changed after meeting Yeosang

initially he thought the young half-Suva was an oddball because why would an Upper remotely be interested in knowing his name, least of all saving him from face-planting on the ground too?

the warmth he felt on that day was by far something foreign for him to feel especially after how Yeosang complimented his appearance and shared his oshiadilla bun. With the meekest “thank you” Wooyoung marked that day as friendship achievement unlocked

when Yeosang spontaneously invited him over for dinner Wooyoung spent majority of his time just gawking and taking in the sight of the Kangs’ residence, too afraid to touch anything in case he’d accidentally broke it, “is that really a golden fountain in the middle of your courtyard?!”

young Wooyoung got terribly confused as to why there were so many forks, spoons and knives for one person to use at the dining table too

he became a constant around the residence so much so that the Kangs adopted him and it took him a good whole month just to process the fact that he was now a part of a family, he belonged somewhere – Wooyoung would never trade anything in the galaxy for this

the first time Yeosang ever saw Wooyoung cry was when his parents surprised them with their new school uniforms and supplies. His mother helped fitted their uniforms, embracing both her sons closely afterwards and all Wooyoung could think in that moment was damn did it feel good to have a mother’s embrace

it also felt really good to receive Yeosang hugs too, not really knowing just how touch starved he was

academic studies wasn’t really his thing but he did try his best, being street smart was more up his alley, “no matter! Education is important and everyone should have an opportunity for it, so long as you come home knowing something you didn’t know the day before,” were the encouraging words his adoptive parents would give

he holds high respect for Yeosang’s intellect and wouldn’t shy from proclaiming loudly & proudly, “THAT’S MY BEST FRIEND AND OLDER BROTHER!” whenever Yeosang did his thing in the classroom even though he’d earn a forehead flick from a flustered Yeo most of the time afterwards

Yeosang may not be as openly affectionate as Wooyoung is nor show that he actually cares in an obvious manner, but he did make it crystal clear just how important Wooyoung is to him after punching a classmate who had nothing better to do than rudely reiterate the differences between Wooyoung’s ‘kind’ and the rest of them

from that day on Wooyoung swore to have Yeosang’s back, just as much as he had his. He almost cried out of fright that Yeosang had put himself and his reputation on the line to protect him. Ended up crying in bed at the overwhelming gratitude that he felt from receiving the amount of love that he himself still wasn’t sure if he deserved

“don’t you dare think otherwise, and besides the only one who’s allowed to roast you as per sibling’s obligations is me”

before Wooyoung joined The Perihelion as Hongjoong’s fighter/main gunner, he was the up and coming Drifters Arena’s rookie champion in podracing

as a youngling he’s snuck into the Arena a couple of times to watch the races and it wasn’t till years later, for a birthday treat did he return to the Arena (this time purchasing a ticket properly, courtesy of his family). Wooyoung not only found his passion in flying but seem to have a natural flow for it too

he learnt the basics and started practising with the other rookies by having casual races. Effectively catching the attention of a previous retired champion, Redline, who saw potential in Wooyoung albeit his messy improvised manoeuvres and technique solely based on instinct when in race mode

Wooyoung had to get Yeosang to slap him just so he could tell that he wasn’t dreaming when Redline asked if he’d be interested to train under his guidance

“IS THIS THE REAL LIFE OR IS THIS JUST FANTASY?”

“stop being such a drama queen! He’s right there you know?”

more yelling ensued when Redline set Wooyoung up with his very own podracer, a second-hand from the mechanics but reliable enough to still function decently. Over time with his winnings Wooyoung was able to spend it on extra parts and resources to spruce up his beloved baby; Aurora (yes he was very proud of the name he came up with for his podracer)

‘Little Speedstar’ was the nickname that Redline gave him but Wooyoung wouldn’t have it because, “I’M NOT THAT LITTLE”

“no you’re just vertically challenged that or gravity is just against you” Yeosang would snicker in lowkey

to say that it’s stressful watching a podrace would be an understatement according to Yeosang (anything goes in a podrace and racers aren’t conservatives when it comes to playing dirty at times), but it gave him nothing short of pride and joy watching Wooyoung effortlessly dance through the skies and be the first racer to cross the finish line

Wooyoung loved and appreciated seeing Yeosang amongst the crowd, it was a grounding factor for him before every race. What wasn’t a normal occurrence for him though was seeing his best friend being manhandled by an odd bunch of strangers

with post-race adrenaline kicking in and the need to protect strong he didn’t think twice about yelling at the group and power stomping towards them, not stopping even when he thought, “well damn, hello gorgeous” as San stepped defensively in front of Mingi to shield Wooyoung’s attempted swipe at him to get Yeosang back

fortunately over time more trust was established and their bonds were less of a rocky road, if anything Mingi empathised the most with Wooyoung for having similar backgrounds and lack of family in their early years of their lives

the other combo package deal that Hongjoong got with Wooyoung and Yeosang officially joining the crew

Wooyoung adapted fairly well to his new nomadic lifestyle and just when he thought his world couldn’t have grown any bigger, it did; now his family extending to that of the crew (he still dislikes being sent to Hongjoong’s room and will always complain to Seonghwa because, “I’m your favourite son right?”)  

San became his go-to whenever he needed to fill his daily quota of affection  

the party don’t start till him and Mingi walks in, drinking buddies along with Jongho (Wooyoung has a very soft spot for the youngest) & Yunho. Is openly smug about the fact that he’s got one of the best alcohol tolerance on board

when Jongho installed blasters onto Aurora, Wooyoung had dubbed it the glo-up of the century. Not only could he fly to scout/retrieve/act as a distraction but he could f i g h t now – he could make things explode (chaos levels have increased)

accidentally became the other half of the reason as to why Hongjoong banned any sexytimes on the ship and a sensitive content blocker feature was added in the Yunhogizers after Wooyoung sent a spicy photo to the group chat instead of his private fling

“Mother did NOT raise you this way”

major pouting over having bro privileges revoked but he’s been cooped up making a dozen new starcatchers for Yeosang and also has hijacked Seonghwa’s kitchen to surprise cook dinner for the crew as an apology literally wrestled a Grandu [database file: equivalent to a giant crab, a food delicacy] into the pot to boil and learnt that cutting onions truly is the demise of every being

all in all never forget (1) Wooyoung loves his family, very much (2) anyone who messes with them is sure to become target practice for him                                         

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◈ — share some head-canons you have for a muse of your choosing, but x4.

[ elijah kane ] ◈ — all efforts to get him into studying how to make robotics like hyacinth have resulted in a lot of miniature woodland creatures able to sprint across desks. it’s not exactly what anybody had in mind, but hey, you never know if ilya might not want to send in an actual animal for something he has going on. they can call up sugar kane industries ( big face-palm here ) to take care of the job. ( wyatt voice: seriously, you couldn’t think of anything better than sugar kane. ) / hyacinth kane has a nice ring to it. elijah has tested out several different nicknames: sugar kane also for them, mistah k, ( missus k? ), cinthy ... cindy ... ( sean: yeah! cindy k! like cindy crawford! / who the fuck is cindy crawford? / wyatt — / how old are you. ) / he’s had a life-long dream to be able to go scuba-diving off the coast of — some exotic island he can’t remember the name of. beforehand, it was one of those things that he was too afraid to do, but full-out war changes your perspective. in truth, he’s always been a water baby, growing up going swimming in the local rivers and running pellmell down the dirt lanes. he grew out of it, and then grew back into it. whether or not he’s going to be able to do that without monroe tagging along ( and then by default, ilya, and then probably hojin will want to come, and then ravi will have to, and then oliver will want to watch over them and then jinho will buy a whole yacht with his dumb vampire money — ) — ah, well, there’s worse people to spend an extended holiday with. his father will come along too: sit on the deck in a lawn chair and drink a virgin margarita as he deserves after putting up with this whole extended family. and with his son being a you-know-what.

[ alice bedi ] ◈ — there was a time where she was interested in wigs. she had percival sit down on her shack’s bed and watch as she perused through at least fifteen different styles of wigs. each one got a firm head-shake: too rough on your complexion; lilac looks good as a colour, but the style is horrid; why did they think it was a good idea to make a bob that length? a tough customer. she returned back to wearing veils, her preferred style being that of mantilla, or the veil that’s worn to chapel over a jade comb. due to the volume and length of her natural curls, she rarely wears the combs at all, but will if it’s a particularly formal occasion, like that time she accompanied percival to a ‘high-society event.’ ( translation: they crashed a party because he was bored, and she had a bad feeling about him going alone. ) / as the local librarian’s assistant, she’s the first to get in the way when someone is overtly curious: why are you asking so many questions? hmm? the irony is that she herself asks just as many questions — she insists that the difference is: she reads the room and knows when it’s inappropriate to ask them. ( and if she knows it’s inappropriate to ask them, and instead chooses to risk asking them regardless, it’s because she knows it’ll smooth out in the end. / despite what she wears daily, one of her most favourite colours is moss green. there are a multitude of reasons. moss is her favourite foliage. it’s similar to algae, another favourite foliage. and it reminds her of someone who she says is her sister; however, anybody who knows her, knows that she has no blood-siblings. one or the other might be a lie, or both might be the truth. when she’s in a mood, she’ll smear the moss at the base of her neck like a perfume, a splotch of green beneath white.

[ huang shen ] ◈ — he designed an irrigation system to work, specific to his farm, to be able to make rice paddies despite the surrounding environment. it’s a southern crop in the united states, but there was no way he was going to move to the south just to expand the business. his entire family was so relieved about it that they danced through the sprinklers and set off fireworks — and none of them are really into that kind of thing. it’s particularly incredible due to the area they’re in, being very prone to sometimes too much drought and too much rain, and both are responsible for driving out selling numbers of crops. his plan is to switch into an agricultural degree, and perhaps even expand it into engineering, so that he can continue helping this way. / one of his surprises for algernon was learning sign language. for the longest time, months even, shen made it out like he had no idea what was being said, and let damien, as surly as ever, be the translator when algernon was unwilling or unable to speak. in the background, however, he was working with a tutor and seeking to understand better what it meant to be both HoH and mute. then, when algernon’s birthday came around, everyone went silent ( holy god he was so nervous ) and he gave an entire romantic, long speech entirely in sign language. he’s sure that some of it got lost in translation due to how hard his hands were shaking, but the way that algernon kissed him afterwards, it didn’t seem to affect much. now, they communicate constantly on this even ground. / he’s started up horseback riding again — and has roped tobias into doing it alongside him. tobias might have grace on the stage floor, but certainly not on the back of a horse; he somehow ended up upside-down beneath the horse’s belly, and then fell down in a tangle of limbs. shen has taken to the western side of things, re-learning how to barrel race and rope cattle; but he and tobias have had to separate their lessons due to these antics. lucas isn’t allowed to come to any of them; his stupid remarks send them into fits of laughing. ( bold of us to assume he doesn’t just sit in the truck and shout anyways. )

[ deok bae ] ◈ — due to the empire no longer supporting his upgrades, nor looking in his general direction, he has had to find other ways to obtain new modifications. this is including, but not limited to, going and pulling them out of other people’s bodies as catharsis — but usually, he defects to yuri and silas to fix him up. to his chagrin, the LED-light in his forehead has absolutely no use whatsoever, only displaying his brain’s processing as a symptom of installation. he pulled it out himself via the tip of a knife’s blade. the next time that he’s seen by those who haven’t seen him in quite some time, he might be unrecognisable. i am not deok bae — perhaps deok bae is no longer himself either. if there was no connection to eli in his head, he would forget that; perhaps he would merely succumb to the machinery, perhaps he would succumb to the wolf-dom. there are several pairs of teeth in his mouth awaiting for their moment to bite. / when he was a teen, his version of ‘sneaking out’ would be to wheel his chair to the gardens at the back of the temple, where he would sit and think for hours and hours. his father would come and find him there; sometimes, master jhcor would instead. his father would return him back to where he needed to be, but master jhcor would sit beside him and gaze serenely until bae felt the need to speak what was on his mind: his angers, his fevers, his rages. one time, he was surprised to see that it was not master jhcor, nor master deok, but zan coming to sit with him. his heart had sat in his throat the whole time, half-expecting zan to laugh at him or say something particularly piteous. instead, the conversation was — well, looking back, absurdly normal, all things considering. when bae blinked tiredly, zan rose and took the handles of his chair and took him back. he hadn’t intended to ask him to do so, but it was done anyway. / bae drinks a lot of soda. it’s somewhat fitting, if you believe all that talk about how coca-cola can double as a cleaner due to the high carbonation and way it’s made. he does seem to get shiny after several cans — it’s also convenient that he can’t experience sugar-highs nor malfunctions of the liver or stomach due to too much consumption. he considers himself to be a soda connoisseur as a result. he offers a lot of hmm, that’ll taste disgusting comments that annoy the shit out of the others — but then kisung takes a drink and bae ends up being right, so there’s no regrets.

ღ ━ favourite canon ships for your muse(s). are there any you dislike?

there’s ... none that i dislike. there’s moments of come on, but that’s bound to happen. i think the favourite ships are the ... guardian / princess vibes ( whether it’s literal or not: akane / the samurai, quinn / sehrin, jian / elaine ). i also love the growing from previous immaturities towards each other ( grey / tobias, jihoon / wyatt, playboy / jordan ) — and himbos of course ( hojin / ravi!! ) there’s also the whole ... tsh, vampiric aesthetic that we get ( minzhe / yongha ) ... the ones like jisoo / mingfei, cyrian / ulysses, cadoc / pestilence ( exploring violence against but without the stickiness ). of course, if i keep going, i’ll end up listing all of them and then where would we be.

♫ ━ a small playlist for a muse of your choice

for nam jungsoo, because i actually once did make a playlist for him:

1. brand new — sic transit gloria ... glory fades 2. within temptation — what have you done 3. iamx feat. imogen heap — my secret friend 4. florence + the machine — shipwreck (the odyssey) 5. crown the empire — hologram

i mean, the songs are still kinda relevant considering his current character ...

✮ ━ top three favourite muses that you’ve played

but is it possible to pick three favourites ... that’s the real question. maybe. jianguo, because of catharsis, because of cultural exploration and similarities. grendel, because of the depth, the personal torment, the surrounding family. jinho & julius, because of exploring that darkness. and famine — man, now that’s something. there’s a lot more than three though. like blood and jisoo and tobias and arthur. but. the questions INSIST THAT I CHOOSE.

Shaken Up | Bucky x Steve x Reader (Fluff, mild Angst)

Category: mild Angst, Fluff (Suggested) Age: 13+ Trigger Warnings: passing out, physical illness (fever) Ship: Bucky x Steve x Reader Summary: Bucky And Steve Find Reader Passed Out Request: “So a couple weeks ago I was really unwell and ended up with a migraine so bad I fainted… it was rough lmao Could you maybe write something about stucky x reader finding their girl passed out and how they’d react? I was alone when it happened to me and lord knows how terrifying it was waking up on the ground with a busted lip, alone, not knowing how long I was out for😬” Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 1,509

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Just under two hours to go.

Two hours until her soldiers get back from the mission she really wished they weren’t on. She’s been counting down the minutes since they left at nine AM this morning, and now it’s six-thirty PM.

It was all going well until around midday when she suddenly felt very nauseous. Felt a headache coming on, her body was sweating yet she was shivering cold, she started to cough more often than normal, and that leads her to where she is now, curled up on the Bucky’s bed - that they all sleep in - in the American flag pattered blanket of Steve’s that Tony got him as a joke a few years ago on his one-hundredth birthday.

The TV is playing a show that the woman is no longer paying an ounce of attention to. She can’t. Her head keeps zoning out. The headache becoming progressively worse. There’s tears streaking her face that she’s not even acknowledged.

Part of her feels bad because she remembers what her two lovers remind her every time they go out on a mission without fail.

“You call us if you need anything, alright? No matter what it is, if you need us, ring and we’ll come back. Look after yourself, okay?”

They both tell her so many times whenever they’re going out for missions and yet here she is. She’s held the phone in her hand a number of times, finger hovering over both their names - trying to decide who’s most likely to answer - yet she ended up locking the device and dropping it beside her.

Sighing, (Y/N) slides off of the bed, wrapping the blanket around her, deciding to go and grab some water - and also see if Tony, Pepper or Bruce were around to see if they could recommend anything - but she barely manages three steps toward her door when the thudding of her feet on the carpeted floor becomes too much for her head and she’s falling. Then nothing.

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“Hey, how’d it go?” Nat asks the two soldiers who exit the lift on the common floor.

“Eh, not bad. Wasn’t anyone particularly smart so it’s up to the court now.” Steve sighs, removing his helmet as Bucky removes his gloves.

“Cool. Fury wants a briefing tomorrow at eight.” She confirms, the pair nodding.

“(Y/N) around?” Bucky asks.

“Haven’t seen her all day. Probably in her room doing what she always does when you two are on missions,” She pauses, a small smile playing on her lips. “Waiting for you to get back.”

The two men chuckle and shake their head.

“She’s cute.” Steve grins.

“She’s definitely smitten.” Nat teases, receiving a playful punch from Bucky as they pass her to get to the lift once again.

“So she should be.”

The second Steve and Bucky are both in the elevator, their lips are together, hands wrapping around each other.

“Hello.” Bucky grins at the blond, Steve only chuckling in response and cuddling up against him.

“Hi.”

“You okay?” His voice is muffled against the blond’s hair.

Steve nods.

“Better now we’re home.” He smiles. “M’tired.”

“Plus one to that.” Buck agrees.

The elevator dings and they exit, sighing as they smell her perfume that’s always lingering the hallway of their floor.

“Who’s room are we betting she’s in?” Steve chuckles.

“Definitely mine.” Buck grins, both of them heading over to the Winter Soldier’s room. “Friday, tell (Y/N) we’re coming in.” He calls, knowing (Y/N) always asks everyone to get FRIDAY to announce their entrance since she fears unexpected door knocks.

It’s not until the door opens and their eyes widen that FRIDAY responds.

“I’m afraid Miss (L/N) is unconscious right now, sirs.”

“Oh my God, (Y/N)!” Steve calls out, dashing to her aside.

“(Y/N)!” Bucky adds at the same time, also running over.

The pair drop to their knees, helping her turn over onto her back and acknowledging her sweat-covered body, heavy breaths and trembling. Then the blood. The blood on her head. The blood on the corner of the dressing table. It doesn’t take a genius to work out what happened.

“Friday, what’s wrong with her?!” The blond shouts, eyes scanning up and down her body. The blood makes sense - she fell and hit her head - but the sweating, the trembling, the obviously change in her skin tone.

“Miss (L/N) has been showing signs of an intense fever since twelve-fifteen this afternoon, sir. It got progressively worse throughout the afternoon and she collapsed at eighteen-forty-two.” The AI confirms, Bucky’s wide eyes glancing at the clock that shows almost nine o’clock.

“Holy shit, baby. Come on, we’ve gotta get her too Bruce.” The brunet says to Steve who nods in agreement.

“You got her?”

The Winter Soldier nods and lifts the woman up in his arms, panicking at the sight of her pale face.

“Come on, doll, open those eyes for me.” He coos, shaking her slightly, hoping to get any response out of her.

“BRUCE!” Steve yells, practically shouting as he throws the doors open to the medical bay.

“Captain?” Bruce responds, coming around the corner with a raised brow at the man’s loudness.

“(Y/N)’s passed out - Friday says she has a fever - she’s also bleeding, think she hit her head on the dressing table. Please check she’s alright.” The blond pleads, Bucky laying her down on the bed.

“Friday, can you write up her symptoms?” The medical expert calls out to the AI.

“Of course, Doctor Banner.”

Bucky and Steve are hand in hand as they look over their girl’s trembling body.

“She was out for nearly three hours.” Cap murmurs.

“She’s dehydrated.” Bruce comments, scanning over the write-up of her symptoms. “That’s why she passed out, too low a blood pressure. She’ll be alright, I assure you both. The wound on her head is nothing, just a scratch.”

The pair nod but don’t look any less concerned. Eventually, Banner manages to get them to sit down in the chairs by her bed and just allow him to get her all fixed up.

It’s about an hour later when the woman’s eyes flicker and open, disliking the brightness of the lights in the room.

“Friday, can you turn down the lights by (Y/N).” Steve calls, both of them not having taken their eyes off of the woman for a second.

“Of course, Captain.”

“Hey, doll.” Bucky breathes, smiling down as he’s now stood over the bed.

“Welcome back, sweetheart.” Steve adds.

It takes the woman a second to recognise her surroundings and feel the faint pain in her head and sweat coating her body to remember everything that happened.

“You could’ve at least gotten showered and dressed whilst waiting for me.” She groans, sarcasm lacing her tone as she recognises their dirty uniforms from their mission.

The men can’t help but grin and shake their heads.

“Too busy being worried shitless about our girlfriend, doll. I can assure you, getting cleaned up and dressed was not at the top of my mind when I came in my room and see the love of my life laid face down on my floor, bleeding, sweating and shivering.” He responds, tone just as sarcastic. Teasing.

(Y/N) gives an apologetic smile to the men and shrugs.

“Sorry. I like to shake you up every so often.”

Steve chuckles and leans down to kiss her lips.

“Don’t. It was awful. I thought my heart stopped beating, I swear.” He shakes his head.

“Plus one to that.” Buck adds, also kissing her.

“You had a really bad fever, sweetheart. Why didn’t you call us?” The blond adds, his somewhat serious expression taking back over.

The woman glances away, too embarrassed to even respond.

“Doll, what’s wrong?” Bucky whispers, leaning over and stroking his flesh hand through her hair. “You know you can call us if you need to.”

“In case of an emergency. This wasn’t an emergency.” She mewls, subconsciously leaning into his strokes.

“No. You call us if you need us. Not if it’s an emergency. You needed us to look after you and that qualifies as needing us.” Steve explains, walking around to stand on the opposite side of the bed to Bucky, meeting her saddened, partially embarrassed, gaze.

“It was an important mission…” Her voice is quiet, knowing she won’t win this.

“Not as important as you. Never as important as you.” The brunet finishes.

“I love you both so much.”

“We love you too, sweetheart, more than words could ever describe. Now, do you wanna tell us what we can do for you?” Steve quizzes.

“Could really do with-“

“Some ice-cold water, with lemon, in that pint glass that Buck got me for my birthday, and a lot of cuddles.” Bucky finishes, mocking her voice and watching her grin, giggling afterwards.

“Am I that predictable?” She whispers.

“Nah, you’re just our girl, and we know what our girl needs.” He winks.

“Let��s get you to bed.” Steve chuckles, lifting her up into his arms.

“Yes, sir.” 

alex again, this is my second bean dominic so please feel free to show him some love ! if you want to fill one of the connections shoot a dm my way or if you’re up for plotting something else i’m up for that as well !

The pain and the struggle followed me.

–– 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒:

full name: dominic “dom” carter

nickname(s): dom, carter.

gender: cismale

age: thirty (30)

birthday: 14, july 1990

sexuality: heterosexual

nationality: african-american.

religion: none.

place of birth: charming, ca.

currently resides: charming, ca.

spoken languages: english.

native languages: english

relationship status: single.

–– 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄:

height: 6'0", 182.88 cm

weight: 69 kg or 152 pounds

figure/build:  athletic

hair colour: black

eye colour: dark brown

tattoos:  many.

piercings:  none.

scars/distinguished marks: he’s gotten a few scars from past scuffles & from fights doing underground fighting.

preferred style of clothing: a lot of gym clothes such as basketball shorts, sweats, hoodies, tank tops, shirts, normal days not spent working out he’s in jeans and a simple t-shirt.

frequently worn jewelry/accessories: his fathers dog tags.

–– 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘:

father: eli carter. (deceased)

mother: henrietta carter. (deceased)

sister(s): one sister. (wc)

brother(s): none.

partner/spouse: n/a.

children: none.

other: n/a.

–– 𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:

personality:  valorous, focused, observant, short-tempered, abrasive, withdrawn, stoic, hard-headed.

likes: wokring out, fighting and working on cars.

dislikes: cocky people mostly.

fears/phobias: loosing his sister for good.

favorite colour: anything in darker shades.

music taste: not picky about music but can’t stand sad shit.

–– 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒:

current job title & description: mechanic by day & underground fighter by night.

peaceful or aggressive attitude?: peaceful for the most part but he has tendencies to be aggressive.

talents & hobbies: fighting, mechanical work on vehicles. he also make a good breakfast.

–– 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖:

trigger warning; mentions of child abuse.

dominic grew up with his uncle and sister when his parents died in a terrible accident. a fire had burned their home down when the kids were at school, resulting in their parents death and with no other family besides their uncle, they had no choice but to live with him. it hadn’t been ideal, being taken away from a home that was full of love and comfort to a home that was rough and cold. their uncle had a terrible temper and often took it out on them. but it was better than being separated, at least thats what he had told his sister. dominic had taken most of the beatings growing up and it wasn’t until high school when his uncle had calmed down. he still held a temper but didn’t beat dom. dom wasn’t a kid anymore and the man knew it.

dom didn’t have much of a plan after high school unlike his sister. he had gotten by but he didn’t like school in general so continuing wasn’t ideal for him. he had gotten mixed up into the wrong crowd and began selling marijuana to make income. it wasn’t until one of the guys who had recently joined the group brought up a job opportunity did dominic’s life really change.

he had found himself behind bars for a long time. the job had taken a wrong turn when it became clear that his two co-conspirators planned to rip him off and take his cut for themselves, he was overcome with rage and beat the crooks to a bloody pulp. dominic ended up getting caught and was convicted of aggravated assault and battery. he was sentenced to six years in prison. that year dom had lost his freedom and his sister.

she refused to visit him, ignored his calls, and never responded to his letters. it had hurt him big time. he had been stuck inside for three years before they let him go on good behavior. he had stuck to himself, avoiding any problems as hard as it was but he had managed.

so there he was, fresh out the cell and freedom had never felt so good. moving back to charming wasn’t a problem. dom had hoped that the news of what he had done had come and gone quickly over the years but it came to no surprise when people stopped to give him judging looks.

he was in for it but it wouldn’t scare him off. he’d move back to his uncles, the man being too old to be on his own and from the looks of it he had calmed. he took a job up at charmings only mechanic shop, having learned a few things about cars in prison. he enjoyed tinkering just as much as he enjoyed working out.

he joined the renegade gym and it occupied more of his time which he accepted with open arms. however it still didn’t take the edge off. he had heard a few of the gym goers talk about an underground rink and it peaked his interest. it wasn’t easy getting in but he had done so and once he got in, he was hooked on the thrill it brought him. with the the opportunity of joining the underground scene, he was introduced to samantha martinez. Somehow he had gotten pulled into the position of being her personal bodyguard but dominic didn’t mind. it was work he was willing to do.

–– 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:

his sister: this is going to be a sent in wc so feel free to message me if you’re interested. i don’t want to elaborate more because i want to give more room for muse.

ex-(best)friends: this is one of the guys who dom hung out with before going to prison and he could have either been  apart of the group who tried robbing the place or he could have been someone who wasn’t for it and stayed behind. either way dom would either not trust them fully or at all.

drinking buddy: someone doms warmed up to since his return. they’re not close enough but he enjoys the company.

opponent: someone dom doesn’t really get along with and can’t stand. they can have bad blood from the past or maybe it just happened. they haven’t fought in the match yet but i’m sure it’ll happen.