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iwashie · 11 months

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𝖡𝖫𝖫𝖪 𝖡𝖮𝖸𝖲' 𝖤𝖬𝖡𝖠𝖱𝖱𝖠𝖲𝖲𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖬𝖮𝖬𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖲 𝖶𝖨𝖳𝖧 𝖸𝖮𝖴

📌 michael kaiser, bachira meguru, mikage reo, zantetsu tsurugi, yukimiya kenyu, nanase nijiro.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* warnings- their embarrassing moments with you. (most happened to me, either me doing it or me getting it)

૮₍˶Ó﹏Ò ⑅₎ა michael kaiser.

It was normal for you to show up during some football practices, no one was surprised and bothered by your presence. Kaiser loved it when you went to practice, he always found a way to show off. This time, during the break, he walked up to you on the railing, resting an arm on the metal and a hand throwing his bangs back, "always come here, cutie?" he flirted, drawing a laugh from you. As you talked, the teammates kicked a ball in his direction that without diverting attention from you—confident that he was going to dominate the ball, ended up slipping on the ball, falling on his ass to the ground, drawing laughter from his teammates and "are you okay down there, cutie?" from you holding back laughter as he tried to get up, his face burning in shame and anger.

૮₍˶Ó﹏Ò ⑅₎ა bachira meguru.

He was always flexible, always making exaggerated moves to show off. On his day off, he was trying to show the new pass he learned from a tik tok trend, you telling him not to try anything dangerous, "I know what I'm doing, baby," he said, seconds before he tried the pass and fell flat on his face on the living room carpet, lying down for a few seconds and then laughing at himself. "What are you doing, Megu-chan?" you asked, pulling him up, seeing his face all red from the fall, "apparently trying to kill yourself, huh" you continued and he just laughed, running his hand over his bleeding nose.

૮₍˶Ó﹏Ò ⑅₎ა mikage reo.

On his days off it was customary for you to go out on dates, especially to expensive places. After spending the day walking and shopping, he took you to the best restaurant in town, ordering the most expensive food and drink, when it was time to pay the bill, the word "processing" stayed a good few minutes on the screen of the payment device, the two of you and the cashier looking at the machine nervously, when the payment was over, the people in line behind you celebrated, "first time I see a rich having card problem" you whispered and he shook the card, saying "It's problem on this card!" following you out of the establishment, totally outraged by such a situation.

૮₍˶Ó﹏Ò ⑅₎ა zantetsu tsurugi.

You knew he had trouble assimilating some things, always speaking in English to try to impress and you try not to laugh at his efforts, but there are times when it's just impossible to hold back the laughter. "When I first saw you I was ataken back, you are very pretty" he said and you paused for a moment, staring at him. "You what?" you asked, trying to understand, "ataken back…" he whispered, realizing he had made a mistake, "I think you meant taken aback" you corrected, holding back the laughter as the tips of his ears turned red, "… yes, that's it…" He hid his face, embarrassed, and you hugged him laughing, "I was also ataken back with your beauty" you mocked him, who was more embarrassed.

૮₍˶Ó﹏Ò ⑅₎ა yukimiya kenyu.

At some times he needs to change the lenses and during those days, he runs out of glasses, most of the time he manages to survive, still being a gentleman when you follow along. This time was no different, even though things were a blur, he was still kind enough to open the door for you, except that the door was a saloon door and the person who passed before you two pushed too hard, not giving kenyu time to hold on to you and the door slammed in his face, catching the attention of everyone in the hospital. "My God, Kenyu, are you okay?" you whispered, following him out of the hospital, him showing his face to you, nodding even as tears formed at the corners of his eyes.

૮₍˶Ó﹏Ò ⑅₎ა nanase nijiro.

Just as he had an easy time making others laugh, he also laughed easily, and dating you was laughing 24/7. He had already laughed a few minutes before and after a few deep breaths he took the straw to his mouth, drinking the liquid and just in time you opened your mouth... all the liquid he was drinking ended up in your face. He apologized as he wiped your face, some of the liquid coming out of his nose.

#bllk imagines #blue lock headcanons #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x you #blue lock #bllk funny #bachira meguru #michael kaiser #reo mikage #tsurugi zantetsu #yukimiya kenyu #nanase nijiro

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synthetickitsune · 4 days

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omg i woke up and saw your post about requests and came running!! you alr know i need all the angst in my life so can i please req dk + come back to me if he hurts you” 🥺🫶🏻

thx for helping me realize i write mostly angst for sunshine boy and continuing the tradition 🫶🏻 akjddsk

DK (SVT) | “Come back to me if he hurts you.” angst | 0.7k | gn!reader

He stares at you, processing. It feels - well, there’s no way to put how it feels. His chest is hollow. He has no parallel to draw, so he just… stares.

The information shouldn’t come as a surprise. He’s heard through the grapevine that you began dating again. Honestly, should he even care? He does. But should he? Does he have any right to care? The split was amicable, mutual. Friendly even. You’re friends still. You seem happy. He’s genuinely happy that you are happy, so why…

“Seok? Are you alright?” your panicked voice and slowly approaching hand make him wake up and flinch away. He feels his face soften from whatever grimace he was making upon seeing your hurt expression.

“Sorry, yeah,” he clears his throat, “I’m alright. Uh, so things are good, yeah?”

He tries hard to ignore your face morphing into a mask of indifference.

“Yeah, things are good,” you repeat.

The silence that follows is awkward and stretches on. He wants to break it but he has no idea how.

“This was a mistake, wasn’t it?” you laugh, but it sounds empty as you hide your face in your hands, “I don’t know why I told you.”

“Hey,” he protests way too quickly and his hand immediately shoots to your shoulder, and he pulls it back just as quickly. You turn towards him and frown. It’s unusual to see him so serious. “I want you to tell me. You’re my friend.”

Your smile is sad. He hates it.

“We’re more than that, Min,” you sigh. It’s quiet again and he’s just as helpless.

“I guess I want to tell you everything - would that be cruel?” you meet his eyes again, but all he sees is the anxious way you fidget with a loose thread on your pants, “I guess I just want to know if you think we’ll work out. You’re the one who’d be the best judge of that.”

“I’m the worst one to be the judge of that,” he corrects you, his voice slipping into his comedic persona easily, “Seeing how things turned out.”

You do laugh and some of the unpleasant feelings lift off his shoulders. He doesn’t know what would be the best or most appropriate thing to say next. He’s not sure how he’s supposed to feel. All he knows is he has to start talking or this will be very pathetic very soon.

“I’m really happy for you, sorry,” he smiles, blinking away some of the moisture in his eyes, “I don’t know why this-” he motions vaguely to his face, “Happened.”

You chuckle, but looking at you, your eyes are wet too.

“I get it,” you nod, “I’m so scared it’ll end wrong again.”

He sighs. As if he didn’t know the feeling intimately well.

“Did-” he stops himself before he can finish, thinking better of it, but you push for it anyway. “Did I do something? Something so bad it makes you afraid now?”

“Oh god, Min, no,” you rush to reassure him and end up grabbing his hand in both of yours. You bite your lit. This isn’t exactly how you expected the talk to go. “If anything you loved me too well. So I’m afraid I won’t feel love like that again. Or that I’ll fuck up and lose it.”

“You couldn’t ever fuck up like that,” he laughs - the idea alone is so ridiculous, “Because you’re the kind of person nobody would want to lose.”

You shake your head, leaning into him with a laugh. He’s warm against your side. It feels comfortable. Comfortable like it used to feel even before you dated, like it did when you were together too. You missed being this comfortable with Seokmin after the breakup.

Things change, but maybe they don’t need to be all that different. You have too much history to let go. And all of it is good - as much as humanly possible.

“Come back to me if he hurts you,” he outstretches his pinky to you. You huff, but there’s a wobbly grin on your face anyway when you promise with your own.

“You got it, Min.”

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen reactions #seventeen imagines #seventeen angst #svthub #seventeen x reader #dk scenarios #dk angst #dk x reader #seokmin x reader #svt reactions #svt scenarios #svt angst #drabble #angst #requested

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surplus-of-sarcasm · 1 year

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Midnight

Notes: Sorry for the lack of updates. High school, my beloathed. Anyway, this is from my phone's notes, some of y'all alr read it from the gc, but here it is for those who haven't!

TW: Non-con drugging, blood mention, yandere whumper, implied touch-starvation

Everything. They could hear everything, from the careful, light patter of their bare feet on the cold ceramic, the air flowing in from the little crack in the wall, and their own erratic breathing.

They can barely see, but they've been in this damned mansion long enough to know every seemingly inconsequential detail of it by heart. They make their way almost mechanically around the place, but in a speed that would normally frustrate them, a necessary precaution.

They can't help but take one too many fleeting glances behind them, flinching at any little noise or movement of the shadows. Their heart felt like it was in their knees, beating at a speed they never knew it was capable of.

Their grip tightens on the pair of sneakers clutched in their left hand, never mind that it was 'a gift' from Whumper. Survival outweighed pride here. They have to do this, it's their only chance. The sweet, seemingly treacherous promise of freedom is the only thing that helps calm their nerves, stops them from falling in an unconscious heap on the floor after being paralysed with fear.

They finally make it to the door, feeling the rush of adrenaline course through their veins as they unlock it, the sweet taste of the midnight air on their tongue, its coolness feeling great on their burning face, the all-encompassing euphoria of freedom pulsing through them like a chemical injected swiftly into their veins. . .

Oh so beautiful, oh so short-lived. They feel a steady grip around their form, neither harsh nor painful, but firm and impossible to break out of.

Whumper lets out an amused chuckle which sends shivers down Whumpee's spine. They feel the heat radiating of their captor's sleep-warm form, not that it brings them any comfort.

"Tsk tsk, is this what we agreed upon, Whumpee? I thought you knew better than to make such a mistake. And after all I've done for you," they breathe out, mock-wistfulness lining their tone.

Whumpee's heart rate accelerates, and their whole body stiffens up in mere moments. "Oh, relax, will you?" Whumper kneads out the tension in their muscles with one hand, the other still keeping its death grip on them. They despise how their shoulders sag, how soothing the touch feels, how their body betrays them.

"Y-you h-hurt me," they stammer, furiously blinking away the tears forming on the tips of their lashes.

"I only do that when you misbehave, Whumpee," they half-growl through gritted teeth, now digging their nails into the skin, drawing blood, and it was their luck that Whumper liked to keep theirs long, and they let out a wince. At that, Whumper smirks, resuming the careful rubbing of Whumpee's back again. "How else will you learn? Rules don't stick without consequences."

Whumpee let out a strangled cry they fail to completely muffle. "Shhhh," Whumper soothes.

They produce a syringe from their pocket, filled with a strange, blue liquid. Whumpee's emerald eyes widen like saucers, and they feel their breathing hitch, and a soft whine escapes their lips.

Whumper only lets out a soft laugh, shaking their head. They inject the azure contents of the syringe straight into the now-sobbing Whumpee's bloodstream. The needle hurts like hell, and they're engulfed by a consuming dizziness as the world around them dissolved into pitch black darkness.

They wake up in their room to a hand running through their hair and a warm smile. "Care-Caretaker?" they half-yawn, voice still hoarse from sleep.

The shrill cackle, the ever-so-subtle tightening of the grip on their hair and the "No, sweetheart," provide more than enough in terms of an answer to their question."

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lawliet-ryuzaki-ryuga · 8 months

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Chapter 13

H X H ( ILLUMI ZOLDYCK)

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WC: 1315

TW: none really

A/N: I'M SO SORRY FRO GOING M.I.A.. also sorry for all the mistakes ..... :P

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Chapter 12

Noa (pov):

We eventually reached what seemed like some high tower of some sort. We all deboard from the blimp and we watch it fly away into the distance leaving us all to wonder.. How on earth do we get off or down this tower. Nothing around the edges had anything tied to it, thus meaning going down by rope was not an option. But there are some idiots who attempt to climb down, but their life was taken by some large creature.

“ Look over here, I found an entrance.” Hisoka calls to us moments later. Gittarackur and i walk towards Hisoka.

“ Well I’m going down, Good luck. Don't become chopped liver.” Hisoka laughs and jumps as the floor tile opens beneath him. Gittarackur and I look at one another and nod trying to find our way to another entrance. Once I found mine, I bid Gittarackur a farewell and jump to my next challenge. Once I land on the floor i look around to see that there’s a wrist band but there’s an extra one. But I’m not left alone much before i hear a small thud behind me. What are the Odds, the same heartbeat.

“ What are the odds.” Gittarackur shakes as he speaks from behind me.

“ I said the exact same thing Gittarackur.” I smile and pass his his little wrist band watch he will need to wear. Once Gittarackur has on his wrist an intercom speaks telling us the small rules and how we’re at a prison. With not much of a care we go through the open hall. That’s when we enter a small lightly dimmed room, nothing but the small torches lighting up the room.

*Lub Dub LUB Dub lub DUB*

Ah the soft rhythms of a heart, but make that many hearts in this room, we are not alone.

“ Looks like we got us some company” a voice speaks from the darkness and moves forward. Both Gittarackur and I stand in our place, not very phased by the many people that walk forward with the voice.

“So let me tell you the rules to pass, this is a game called “ tap in” the only way for you to pass and win is to kill us all. But you can’t tap out until you kill your opponent. If you die, then your partner can tap in.. but then they have to kill us all, alone to pass.” a rough voice speaks among the crowd of 56, 57, 58, 59, 60,61, 62, 63, 64… of 64 people.

“ sounds like a walk in the park.” I laugh to myself, if only they knew i took out way more people than that in minutes.

“ Very well, when do we begin?” Gittarackur asks.

“ Whenever you’d like, don’t think it will be easy. Just go ahead and step into the square. If you’re body leaves this square before you kill one of us you’ll be eliminated from the hunters exam.” the man speaks.

“ Won’t be an issue, let me go first.” I speak up as i pass Gittarackur and step into the square field. That’s when a woman walks in, she had a pale complexion to her, with sunken eyes. “ She already looks dead,” is what i think to myself but i try not to be rude and voice that out to her.

“ Awh looks like your little partner didn’t want to go first, well they do say ladies first.” The woman laughs as she gives me a small smirk.

“ I’m not here for a small chat, when can we begin?” I ask in annoyance, since she’s disturbing my concentration.

“ whenever you’d like, just make the first move, I’ll give you the first hit.” The woman stands before me with her arms crossed over her chest.

I slowly begin channeling my aura towards my fingers and crotch down towards the ground and tap my nails against the cobblestone, creating a light rhythm. A rhythm Is all I need.

I repeat my motion until i have perfected the rhythm and i abruptly stop.

“ Are you going to attack or just keep thumping your nails.”

“ No, I'm done with that.” I get up and dig my nail into my palm, deep enough to draw blood to the surface.That’s when i get close enough to her and i extend my hand out to shake her hand.

“ You want me to shake your hand. Wow, is this your way of giving up already?”

“ No, I simply want to give you my respects before I kill you.” I smile as I extend my hand to her.

“ hm cocky, but why not i have nothing to lose because you’ll be the one dead.” she smiles and extends her hand. In the process of doing so i graze my nail quickly over her finger down her palm knowing i cut her.

“ My apologies, long nails.” i explain as i firmly grab her hand and give it a nice shake. But duing the whole process I focused my heart beat to beat at her rhythm, mimicking her heart. As well as focusing my aura to my blood which is mixing with hers. I pull my hand away slowly and nod before i whisper “ stop beating.” That's when she suddenly grabs her chest and gasps in pain.

And just like that, she dropped dead. I can hear the gasps being heard in the distance. I walk back towards Gittarackur and tap him in, “ Good luck, shouldn’t be too hard for you to follow suit."

Like a game of tag, Gittarackur and I were talking turns in killing our opponents, which took us a total of 4 minutes, 32 seconds, and 0.06 milliseconds. Minus the time it took every opponent to gain the courage to walk up to the designated spot..

We then had to move to our second challenge, which was.. A game of two truths and one lie. Which was faced with someone who was a conjure, one who was a master of fortune telling. But she didn’t stand a chance with me. I asked to be the one to take her, so it wasn’t long before I focused my aura on my scent. To mimic someone she loved or knew, so that i may disguise my answer with the answer of her loved one. From the get go, she thought i was someone of her past, whom I’m not sure, but jut by manipulating her perception of who was actually in front of her with my scent had us passing to the next round in minutes.

“ You just love tormenting people.” Gittarackur speaks from besides me as we walk through the tunnels.

“ No I just like doing things quick. You Gittarackur like to torment people, you always take the long route.”

“ I took out all my opponents in the first round in a maximum of 8 seconds.”

“ 8 seconds too long, try 6 next time.” I laugh after hearing him scoff at my comment.

We eventually end up winning the whole thing.

The last round ended up taking longer than it needed to be.. As in, it was hours, but we came out second and third place, with a time of 6 hours and 21 minutes.

“ Well hello there you two, what a surprise.” Hisoka smiled from his end of the large room.

“ Surprise? More like a pity we came second and third to you, joker.” I bite back as we walk towards the Joker with flaming pink hair, sliding down besides him on the wall.

“ So Do tell me Gittarackur, is she not an impressive one?” Hisoka asks.

“ I’ll refrain from answering.” Gittarackur speaks as his eyes are closed with his arms crossed

“ I find it rather insulting that you need to ask Hisoka, when you know the answer is yes.”

" Sounds like Gittarackur is a little upset." Hisoka pokes fun at Gittarackur .

" No i am not." Gittarackur is quick to speak and defend himself.

" yes you are Gittarackur, it's because i could get the job done faster."

" You left a mess everywhere Noa."

" The rules were get the job done, there were no rules on how clean the kill had to be." I snap back.

" I'm not arguing with you." Gittarackur adjust himself and tries to block me out.

" argue, there's nothing to argue about if what i said is true." With that i close my eyes as well and sigh a sigh a relief, finally allowing myself to rest.

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blobbyboiblob · 8 months

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Hello again yes I am active so suddenly and stuff but I jus gotta let everyone hear my minds thoughts and let them make speculations of their own 😭

Also, fair warning canon 😨! And opinions and inlook 😭!

So my friend kept talking about this and I realized smth..

1. Some ship kids in Undertale fandom need justice(I think y’all know who I am talkin about cuz I mentioned them before-

These are mainly my own opinions as well as speculations from canon!!

Alr so: Lurik is cute to people but you have realized that Lotus only has some drawings and words said by Nekophy for their entire person.. so does Goth shshshsh-

And Rurik actually has more stuff on them as well as development and a personality. Lotus and Rurik were cute while it lasted.. kinda- but it ultimately was toxic and a really bad relationship for Rurik and Lotus’s mental health.

If I would have assumed Lotus to date anyone I’d say Ray(friends made the speculations and idea of the two and it’s so adorable!)

Rurik and Dante were infact adorable as they lasted, even if in some points it could be written as toxic or a very obsessive relationship Dante had character and actual funny things to him! And I am saying canonically I have heard some people say Dante and Due had no development yet they have so much more than Lotus and Goth.. Goths entire personality was, and from everything I read and know, to love Palette and keep it one sided while having a cringe romance that Palette never actually reciprocated.

For Lotus and Rurik it was for Lotus to just be a fell version of Goth that was the same but ultimately Lotus was exactly like Goth just harsh and in the end made Rurik feel untrusted and disliked, which was mutual, and caused him to go to Dante.

Remember: Fell versions aren’t perfect and never come from good lives. It takes time and canonically Lotus never genuinely grew while Rurik soared and grew up- even PHYSICALLY

Which I’ma poke at- canonically every art of Goth and Lotus show them small and that’s their forever height to physically look like kids.. imagine them all grown up and you see Rurik or Palette with the physically small Lotus and Goth 😭.

Not hating, headcanons and fanon exist but until I see Nekophy finally put a blessed hand onto Goth and Lotus their characters will never grow older than who they were no matter how much you wanna wish.

And no matter how much some of you wish Dante and Due are so much better than Goth and Lotus. I know some people ship Palette, Goth and Due which that’s super cool and inclusive! Who knows maybe Due can charm Goth into actually being open and no longer secretive and keeping Palette’s innocence? It could work!

Doubt for Lotus, Rurik and Dante though- I’d need to see a long history of growth with them as they are fell variants..

But yeah. I know that some people showed hate to Keko, the creator of Due and Dante and it’s just horrible and wrong! Even people showed a hate towards Ange with Palette and Rurik. They are allowed to develop and grow their characters and the creators have made mistakes it’s life you can grow from them and the creators DID grow and they are still growing. Their human. And yet I never saw people ever go to Nekophy and yes. Nekophy has made a lot of mistakes yet basically never grew or tried apologizing for them just changed their everything.. I am not hating. Honesty hurts and if you hurt and attack people who genuinely wanna change or because they created characters you like and never adapted to what you wanted than who really is the bad guy?

Do think hard because I love every creator and ship kid- well, kinda all creators- and I wanna see more growth and development for our beloved ship kids! Their creators hold the pencil, pen or stylus to make the characters good and I am happy to watch and learn about them! Their flaws, backstories and all!

It’s sad that Goth and Lotus don’t genuinely have a stable one or any reference sheet made. But it’s fine! I am just glad I don’t call headcanons or my ideas canon for them because sometimes you gotta accept what your given ☺️!

#dantemoth #duelette #duemoth #poth ship #fell poth #durik #canon #fanon #headcanon #honesty #opinion #pls be kind #facts

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baekhvuns · 7 months

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I HEAR AN ANON FELT BAD ABT SOMETHING!!! 🤸🧍

Oooohhh imma just say anon, i believe sometimes we hear things the other person doesn't really means, I'm not sure how your friend has treated you in the past or if she's said tht to you consistently so maybe that's why it made you feel bad when she mentioned her 'bf' and that's totally fine trust me I've had frnds too tht out of nowhere bring it something I rlly don't want them to mention. But hear me out, you gotta enjoy your life to the fullest!! WITH YOUR KPOP BOIS AND MANHWA DRAWINGS!! I bet you're soulmate is out there rn, wanting to find someone perfect for him...and then here you are and you hv no idea. Believe in the universe, Destiny literally never plays. anyways where cn i read tht fic-

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AND NOW ABT MISS BAEKS...YOUR NAME IS KIRA?!?!? Lmfaooo I've seen those memes where they say trash + trash and trash no 1 is soveishu and trash no 2 is rashta.

Hehehehe you thought I'll make only for San??? BWAHAHAHAAHA *devil laugh*

OMG UNDERCOVER EMPRESS AND THIEF SAN??!?? IM- 🤌🤌 GURL YOU HV LITERAL GEMS!!! DIAMONDS!!! :00 NOT THE YSL PERSONA 😭😭

But marques falhan..😧 I'm gonna give them the title of yunho (kosair) and jongho (falhan) although I'm still not sure but Hey it works. HOLY BANOLY WHAT IN THE FRICKITY FRACKITY FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS RASHTA?!?!?! THE AUDACITY, SHE HAS TO CALL NAVIER INFERTILE INFRONT OF HER AND KOSAIR?!?!?! kosair buddy, unleash yourself...kill her. When soveishu realises the big mistake he made, how rashta never loved him, how all she ever desired was the riches and power, he's gonna....he's gonna regret it so much I hope he gives up his title. "The empress said I was worthless first"

OHMYGOD IM- 💀 WTF IS WRONG WITH THIS EMPEROR HE BELIEVES EVERY THING THT TRASHTA SAYS? (this is so soap opera coded tho) Ok forget I said this soap opera coded it reminds me of the crown. There.

The way I feel so envious and so boiled up every time I see any scene of rastha and soveishu...it makes me think if navier was real, what would she be going through? My girl is crazy strong, soveishu really lost a gem, Heinrey was right. [Omg I just saw McKenna transform frm his bird form to human form and OH MAN- 🛐]

I feel like Duke ergi is basically fooling rashta and she's following him, digging her own grave Bcz she in the end has no intellect whatsoever, she's blinded by power and she'd do anything to achieve it, which will eventually lead to her downfall.

no fr dad's are literally so confusing??!?; the other day, I was eating my breakfast while watching TV and my dad comes into the living room, watches me for a while, like he literally stared at me while he stood in front of me so I stopped...obv thinking what was wrong and then i slowly took in the spoon filled with cereals and he went "what's tht way of eating??" AND I WAS LIKE WHAT?! 😭😭 he said "why can't you eat normally??" And I was like bro u caught me off-guard?!?! Then he just patted my head, gv out a chuckle and left?!?!

OMG GURL THE BL'S UPDATE IS HERE!!! IMMA GO READ IT!! AGHHHHHHHHHHH HAEBOM APPEARED SHIRTLESS AHHHHH ...girl his not even wearing his bottoms- wow the confidence to show up almost naked infront of sungho and just a towel hanging down here like?!?! 😭 SUNGHO NOWS NOT THE TIME TO BE THINKING ABT WHAT U JUST SAW 😭 oh thanks god he's clothes omg..

HAEBOM HAEBOM JUST ASKED HIM FOR A SLEEPOVER AT HIS HOUSE AHHHH OMG THE EXCUSE WAS "SINCE THE BABY'S ALR ASLEEP" OH YOU SMOOTH MF!! Aw they're washing the dishes together 🤧 just get married alr ok, we're having some deep talks.

Haebom has a sad past...his mother was a kind soul but the villagers took advantage of her kindness and set their house on fire when he was a kid....hah no wonder he doesnt trusts anyone easily.

Lol he changed back to his persona 😭

OHHHHH SUNGHO GOT DISH SOAP IN HIS EYES I THINK IK WHATS ABT TO HAPPEN AHHHHH HAEBOM'S HELPING HIM BRO THEIR PROXIMITY ALL WHILE WHEN HAEBOM HIS SHIRTLESS 😭😭😭

....I bet sungho has realised something just now.."he has blue eyes I never noticed" BOI-

BRO HE JUST KISSED HIM!!! I REPEAT SUNGHO KISSED HAEBOM 😭😭😭 OMG IT HAPPENED :0 "my bad" 💀 pls-

"His lips are so soft" both of them thinking the same thing...while haebom is standing frozen in his place not moving an inch and sungho awkwardly ran off 😭

"Is something wrong with me? Am I dying" 😭 why is he like this??? Your heart is beating idiot YOU'RE IN LOVE HAEBOM!

tough man cried. ykw I bet he's just a baby inside with all that muscles and intimidating aura he has and I bet only sungho can calm that baby down who suffered the trauma of being all alone.

WOULD YOU BELIEVE THIS MAN CRIED?!?! 😭 I'm so soft for big men embracing their vulnerable and sensitive side.

Look tho I found some pictures of remarried empress and it has come to my attention THAT THIS IS A NOVEL AND THE FIRST PIC IS BASED ON THE NOVEL DESIGN LIKE DAMN-

Ohhh a bollywood movie?? No Bcz u were the reason I watched my first Bollywood movie AND ILL WATCH ONE AGAIN!

Life at work has been boring. Nothing new, no new interactions, don't even abt my uni tho, there is not one single person tht I like 😮‍💨 anyways, manifesting for all the hopeless romantics a ff typa love story!!

exactly!!!! & HELLO

YES IT IS HELLO 😭😭😭 jVCNDBWK NO SERIOUSLY SHE REALLY IS TRASH IM SO EXQUISITELY DISGUSTED BY HER 😭😭

PLEASE. OH MY GOD. KAUFMANS ENTIRE PERSONA IS SO MINGI IM ACTUALLY SCREAMIMG THE PICTURE—i ran around my room a little just now— he also sometimes reminds me of rm like this combo is gorgeous

CALLING NAVIER INFERTILE IS A DIRECT INSULT BC TO SOVIESHU BC WE ALL KNOW WHOS THE REAL ONE i just know heinry is gonna be all smirky when navier and he have a kid and rashta’s burning (did a little digging and looked up that they do in fact have kids 😭😭 and both r twins, lari & kai) navier is so mother

IT REALLY IS SO SOAP OPERA-ISH, it got all the dramatics of indian serials, turkish shows, telenovelas, kdramas and more like this combo is insane

yOOOOO MCKENNA IS A UNDERRATED BEAUTY !!!!!

no bc im also convinced, his eyes have this little glint of mischievousness,,, he & heinry are the duo, just like woosan 😭😭 i want him to lead to her downfall honestly

no bc dad lore is so fun???? LMFAOOOO THATS SO CUTE 😭😭😭 my dad looks very scary irl but i saw him yesterday w a cap on jumping to 50cent having his hands doing hang signs and i just “????”

oh to be sungho and see those muscles bfwmjdka “SINCE THE BABYS ALREADY ASLEEP” OKAY SIR OKAY OKAY TAKE US WITH, why are they so married couple core already

omg haebom 😭😭😭 WDYM “my bad” ????? YALL KISSED HOW IS IT MY BAD FHWNDJKSDKSL,, he really is a grumpy with his brightest sunshine 😔😔

HES SO HUGE STOP IT CHAERSSSS

LMFAOOOO THAT MEME FRHWKHDKW NAVIER JUST THERE JVDMSJCK

yes it is!!!! super controversial at that time but honestly a pretty good topic, it’s a 2000’s movie and yea worth a watch!!

no bc felt, everything’s boring these days maybe it’s the seasonal depression ya’know,, all we can do is manifest a love story with a man like wi ha joon in the worst of evil 🥰🥰

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eggdrawsthings · 2 years

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settersprouts · 3 years

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꒦ ikanaide : chapter four ! ꒦

半神

. . : oikawa is the son of athena, while iwaizumi is the son of ares. both godly parents are known to be rivals, but what does that mean for their children ?

or, hq + percy jackson au, where oikawa is not the son of aphrodite for once, but people still think he is because he's pretty, and he's flattered and confused.

. . : okay hear me out, oikawa is known to be strategic and analytical, which is perfect for a descendant of athena. that is my reasoning for this alr dont attack me pls also, vv sorry this was late, i was feeling like shit all week and couldn't finish m sorry :((( hopefully you guys didn't wait too long :((

iwaizumi's about had enough of his bullshit.

his fists were shaking as he stood in front of his divine cabin, the front door ajar and an absolutely horrid smell wafting out from the cabin. he stepped closer to the cabin, stiffening even more as he pushed the door open the rest of the way. the whole place was absolutely trashed- both his and his other roommates' clothes mixed together in many piles on the floor. he could tell just from the strategically placed items all around the room that the place was definitely rigged with mediocre traps. nothing would kill him, but it would most likely maim him.

the demigod growled, stepping over the tripwires on the floor and grabbing his khopesh. it was charged with electricity, thanks to yū nishinoya from cabin one. in exchange for the many weapons the son of ares' crafted, the son of zeus would help charge a select few and give them back to him.

the added energy would definitely be helpful for when he beat the absolute shit of a certain demigod.

he was seething with bloodlust as he stepped out of his cabin, walking towards the beach, where he knew the person he was looking for would be.

and there he was. sitting in one of the little tide pools, talking with one of the sea nymphs. she was way too close to him, but oikawa didn't look like he minded in the slightest. or he didn't notice, one of the two.

she bent down to whisper in his ear, his pupils growing smaller in his brown eyes, and he let out a laugh. it was really melodic, which was common for a son of aphrodite. their beauty was immaculate, and they were practically irresistible to everyone, unless you had a decent sense of self control. iwaizumi knew that oikawa had the whole camp under his fingertips. except for him.

iwaizumi let out a groan, clenching his fists. fuck morales. he knew that his father and oikawa's mother were on really good terms, but he couldn't help but feel attracted to the absolute need to punch the brunette in the face. with a concrete slab. or choke him with aphrodite's famous scarf. one of the two.

he let out an animalistic growl, drawing the attention of oikawa and the unnamed sea nymph. oikawa blinked at him, unimpressed, while the nymph shrieked and dove back into the ocean with a splash. oikawa glanced at the bubbles where the nymph had disappeared, and let out an unamused sigh.

`oh, well, she was kind of boring anyways,` he said nonchalant, stepping out of the pool, buck-naked, without a care in the world. iwaizumi's eyes widened as he turned away almost immediately, his face flushing completely.

`what the hell do you think you're doing?` he seethed, his usual bark lacking no bite, since oikawa really couldn't see his facial expression.

the latter let out a chuckle. `calm down, you can turn around, now. i'm decent.`

forest-green eyes slowly darted back to the brunette's figure, pupils growing bigger in relief, as he realized that he really was decent. he was dressed in the atrociously bright orange camp half-blood shirt, and bleached denim jeans, rolled up to just above his ankles. his bead necklace was still wrapped around his neck snugly. it was extremely tighter than iwaizumi's, which hung down just over the scar on his left pec. he must've tightened it like a choker. it was kind of smart- usually, monsters with half a brain used those necklaces to pull demigods towards them if they couldn't grab their limbs. this tactic limited the amount of things they could grab on him.

iwaizumi would've never thought of that.

`so,` oikawa mused, folding his now damp towel. he must have used it to dry himself off while iwaizumi was looking away from him. `what do you need from me?`

the other demigod blinked, mouth forming an 'o' once he realized his reason for being there. he totally didn't forget that he wanted to sock oikawa in the face just because he saw him naked. `right. i have a bone to pick with you, oikawa.`

`oh? is that so?` the brunette smiled sweetly at him, his eyebrows furrowed in an act of confusion and innocence. disgusting.

iwaizumi stepped forward, whipping out the khopesh he had stuffed in his pocket. with a simple flick of his wrist, it extended. the contraption was thanks to someone in cabin number six, with the help of cabin nine- apparently, iwaizumi had saved someone dear to them, and he was given the khopesh as a thank you. however, the person never did reveal themself to iwaizumi. it was an athena cabin secret.

oikawa's brown eyes widened at the sight of the weapon, but that expression was quickly replaced with an amused sneer. `oh, what's this? you want to fight?`

`no, you're going to let me maim you in silence, i refuse to fight someone as weak as you.` iwaizumi retorted, fists clenching. the brunette gawked, his mouth agape in a silent shout.

`weak? excuse me? i'm far from weak. just because you come from cabin five, doesn't mean you're higher than everyone else.` he replied, sticking his nose high up in the air. `i'll have you know, i've won many tournaments against your cabin.`

iwaizumi rolled his eyes. `yeah, because you always cheat and sneak over to athena's group.`

`i don't cheat! and i don't have to sneak over to athena's group, i have a place there you know!` oikawa shrieked, whipping out a dagger and pointing it at iwaizumi threateningly. however, the latter remained unphased, which pissed the brunette off even more.

`yeah. sure, and what's that?` iwaizumi said, letting one of his eyebrows raise. if rules served him correctly, there was no teaming allowed in any game at camp half-blood, unless stated otherwise. however, he always saw oikawa with athena's group, but he let it slide, thinking the ares' cabin would win anyways. he was, unfortunately, very wrong.

oikawa blinked. `are you stupid? athena's my mother.`

`huh?` the son of ares' stepped back a bit, glaring at the other. `you- athena's son? but- you're-`

`pretty? yeah, i get that a lot.` oikawa sheathed his dagger, stretching out his muscles. `people mistake me for the son of aphrodite way too much. it's kind of annoying, actually. there's a lot more to me than my face,` he mused, glaring at iwaizumi. `looks like you're no different from the rest of them. shame. i actually took a liking to you.`

the other stood there, unmoving, confusion lining every forehead wrinkle. `what are you saying? there's no way-`

oikawa sighed. `i should've known you were going to be hard to convince. look, i'm the son of athena, and the current ruler of the cabin. if you don't believe me, ask my cabin mates. they'll tell you.`

`then who the hell's trashing my cabin?` iwaizumi seethed, still not convinced by oikawa's truths.

the latter let out a melodic laugh. `i thought that was obvious. i saw some of hermes' cabin sneak out to yours during lunch. makes sense, they're always trying to pull pranks on everyone and see their reactions. yours was most likely the best one of them all.` oikawa smiled, his eyes twinkling as he walked away. `well, while it was fun talking to you, i have to go. it's getting dark, and i'd rather not get caught being out past curfew.`

iwaizumi looked up to the sky to find out that he was, in fact, right. the sky was slowly darkening, the sun almost disappearing at the horizon. the green-eyed demigod let out a sigh, turning to glare at oikawa, to find out he was long gone.

`..damn it!`

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`can you believe he's even athena's cabin ruler?` takahiro hanamaki muttered lowly to his fellow cabin mate, issei matsukawa, who also stood in front of a very emotional toorū oikawa. he had been ranting about how he was sick of everyone mistaking him for a son of aphrodite, and when his cabin mate shigeru yahaba said it could've been a compliment, the hysterics had gotten even worse.

fortunately, the 18-year-old had tired himself out, and was now resorting to laying on his bed and blinking the tears out of his eyes.

matsukawa sighed. `no. i can't. not when he's like this.`

`i can hear you, 'ya know.` oikawa muttered, tear-filled chocolate brown eyes turning to them accusingly. `you can't even act like you're tired of me, you just got here.`

`true,` hanamaki replied, kneeling down next to his dear friend. `but according to yahaba, you've been complaining about this for the past forty-five minutes. don't you think that's a tad bit excessive?`

oikawa sat up abruptly. `no! well- maybe. but it's so stupid!` he exclaimed, fists furrowing in his fluffy brown locks. `i don't act like aphrodite at all! i don't even look like her, but i'm pretty and that's the only reason people need to lump me in with that cabin. i actually liked iwa. of course, he's just like the rest.`

`oh.` matsukawa snapped his fingers, pointing at oikawa. `he's the guy who rescued kiyo and takeru, right?`

the brunette shuddered. `right. that memory just gives me chills.` he thought back to that day, where a gorgon had came across oikawa while he was taking his sister and nephew shopping. the gorgon smelled him, and realized he was a son of athena, and attacked the group, leaving oikawa bruised and bloodied while he took kiyo and takeru as prisoners. however, a group of demigods from camp half-blood on a quest sensed the violence occurring, and rushed to the scene as quick as possible. iwaizumi was amongst the group, but he had taken off after the gorgon, and didn't get a good look at oikawa's face.

when the group returned to camp, oikawa had made the khopesh iwaizumi had sported, and left it on his bed while he was out training with his cabin mates. he also left a thank-you note, but didn't sign it, hoping to leave his identity anonymous.

`yeah, why don't you just tell him that you're a relative to kiyo and takeru? the whole camp knows about that quest, so if iwaizumi knows your identity, everyone else will too. people won't mistake you for a descendant of aphrodite anymore,` hanamaki supplied, reaching into the tupperware of ambrosia oikawa was given (he had started a fight with kyōtani from ares' cabin to relieve his stress- both parties sporting the same amount of cuts and bruises) and popping a bit into his mouth.

oikawa shrugged, snatching back the tupperware before hanamaki could steal any more. if a demigod ate too much of the sweet, healing treat, they could get extremely sick. `yeah, maybe. but,` oikawa grinned, turning to his two friends that stood by his bedside, `beating him at capture-the-flag tomorrow sounds way more fun.`

the two boys sighed, smiling at the sight of their best friend with a much happier mood. capture-the-flag with demigods was always a very violent and extreme sport, but all cabins ended up having a lot of fun playing the game. and, no matter what side the athena cabin was on, they always ended up winning. no one could remember a time where they lost.

beating the ares' cabin was going to be a piece of cake for oikawa.

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`you seem on edge, iwaizumi.` ushijima had muttered to the demigod, taking a seat beside the other. they were currently stationed in the middle of the forest, with the job of guarding the red flag. `do you want to talk about it?`

iwaizumi glanced at his companion. under the absolutely atrocious battle helmet was a look of concern and worry for his friend. the dark-haired demigod let out a sigh, nodding slightly. `yeah. i'm just.. shaken up, i guess.`

`how so?`

`well..` iwaizumi pondered, trying to figure out the best words and phrases to lay his point across. `i pissed off one of the sons' of aphrodite here, because apparently, he's the son of athena, and not aphrodite. like, what the fuck? the dude even acts like the deviled spawn of her, so i don't understand why he's so pressed.`

ushijima nodded, listening intently. `you mean toorū oikawa, right?`

iwaizumi gaped. `how the hell did you know that?`

`i made the same mistake you did, thinking he was a descendant of aphrodite.` ushijima mused, looking up to the sky. the clouds reflected in his olive-coloured eyes, but were less noticeable than the clouds reflecting in oikawa's eyes. `when he had first came to camp half-blood, he was called weak by one of our cabin-mates. he challenged him to a duel and won. i then told him he should have been a descendant of ares, not one of aphrodite. he would have a rightful place here, with us.`

`oh? what'd he say, then?`

the olive-haired demigod shuddered. `he slapped me. very hard. and then yelled at me, saying he was a son of athena, not aphrodite. he apparently doesn't like being addressed as a child of aphrodite.`

a sharp wolf-whistle came from the trees. ushijima and iwaizumi stood up, quickly switching to a fighting stance. iwaizumi clenched his khopesh as the figure who was listening to their whole conversation emerged from the trees.

and of course, it was fucking oikawa.

`y-you?` iwaizumi shouted, almost dropping his weapon. `how long were you there?`

the brunette stretched, calm despite the fact that a sword and a khopesh were both aiming at his chest. `i heard the whole conversation. i've been watching you two for quite some time, now.`

ushijima stepped forward as to greet oikawa, but faltered. his eyes widened, and he turned around. leaning on the flag they were supposed to protect was a silver-haired male holding a celestial-bronze axe. his honey-brown eyes met ushijima's olive-green ones, and a corrupt smile split his face. `finally. you noticed me. i was wondering how to get your attention.`

iwaizumi turned around to see the second attacker, letting out an almost animalistic growl. `it's a fucking ambush.`

`correct~` oikawa mused, taking out his dagger and smiling at the other. `however, suga-chan isn't allowed to touch you. i wanted to do all the dirty work myself.`

the silver-haired demigod nodded. `my only purpose here is to take the flag once oikawa defeats you. he requested to fight you both at the same time.`

oikawa nodded, flicking a little switch on his dagger iwaizumi hadn't noticed before. as soon as he did so, he dropped the dagger, and it extended into a much longer weapon. the other demigod scanned it, recognizing the weapon to be a scythe. 'suga-chan' smiled at the sight, meeting iwaizumi's questioning eyes. `you guys better be prepared. he hasn't lost a duel since he came here.`

the brunette nodded, pointing at ushijima with a smile before lunging at the demigod. before the latter could even react, oikawa had connected his foot with ushijima's abdomen, sending the demigod flying. he landed on his back with a gasp, having the air knocked out of him. iwaizumi's eyes widened- he hadn't even been able to react either. that was how fast oikawa was.

ushijima sat up quickly, blocking oikawa's attack with his sword. the other demigod smiled sweetly, twisting the scythe and yanking ushijima's sword out of his hand. it landed in the dirt a couple yards away.

iwaizumi growled, running at oikawa with his khopesh up high. the brunette turned around, unamused, sidestepping iwaizumi's attack and tapping at the end of his weapon. the khopesh hissed and groaned, a net pooling out from the back end, trapping iwaizumi in the knots. the demigod gasped, writhing around in the trap. `wh-what the hell?`

`you seem to be confused. could it be,` oikawa laughed, `that you didn't even know that was there?`

`s-shut up! how the hell did you know anyways?`

oikawa deadpanned. `i made the stupid thing. i think i would know every little thing there is to know about it.`

the dark-haired son of ares stared at his attacker, watching as he stalked over to suga and ripped the flag out of the ground. the brunette turned and smiled sweetly at his victims, waving. `well, see you.`

the two demigods sprinted off, laughing at the shouts coming from behind them.

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`i can't believe him!` iwaizumi kicked the boulder, ignoring the pain from doing so. `he's so fucking insufferable! but i can't even do anything about it, because apparently he made this stupid weapon-` he waved the khopesh in the air, `-and i have to be grateful, but he's making it so goddamn hard!`

kyōtani glanced at the demigod, popping another piece of ambrosia in his mouth. he was still recovering from his fight with oikawa earlier. `you didn't know he made that for you? i thought it was obvious.`

the other glared at his cabin mate, confusion in his eyes. `what do you mean?`

`well,` kyōtani chewed the left over ambrosia in his mouth and swallowed, before continuing. `i'm pretty sure he has a crush on you, or something. he's been watching your duels ever since he came back with your group.`

`what group?`

`the quest you had a while ago.` kyōtani muttered under his breath, probably ridiculing iwaizumi. `you saved his sister and nephew from a gorgon. remember that?`

iwaizumi deadpanned, the memories all but flooding back to him now. `that was him?`

`that was him.`

`so he really is a son of athena?`

kyōtani nodded.

`..fuck, i'm an idiot.`

`i know.`

─── demigods.

#oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #kyotani kentaro #yahaba shigeru #sugawara kōshi #sugawara koushi #ushijima wakatoshi #takeru oikawa #oikawa's sister #percy jackson au #demigods #gorgon

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misssquishy · 4 years

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How To Make A Sandwich 101 part 1 (Obey Me! fanfic) Beelzebub x gn reader 18+

contain: oral sex, nipple play, my will to live

I wasn't about to post this because I just started the game. but here we go

this is the first story I wrote in 4 years, so sorry for the grammar mistakes and don't know how to English.

You stared at the ceiling feeling your stomach growling "Why am I still hungry?" you thought to yourself. You've been trying to deal with the hunger but you're too hungry to sleep "Dang it" you got out of bed, feeling the cold air of your room hit your leg that's was not covered by your shorts. You left your room and started heading for the kitchen hoping to find something to put in your mouth. When you got to the kitchen the door was slightly open and the light was on, you opened the door to find none other than Beelzebub eating out of the refrigerator "Oh it's you" He said as he eats a bag of frozen tater tots "Maybe you should cook those first?" You said while walking towards him "Yeah…" He said with a smiled before he shoves another handful of tater tots in his mouth. "What are you doing up this late?" "I wanted a snack" You replied, you opened the fridge to find it pretty much empty besides a few ingredients “god dammit Beelzebub" you thought "Well, I guess I'm making a sandwich" You said while taking out meat and cheese, just the mention of a sandwich got Beelzebub excited "Sandwich?…. Can you please make me one?" He asked you with a slight please in his voice "Okay. would you like everything on it?" Beelzebub nodded his head in response, you started taking the rest of the ingredients for the sandwich but you can't find the mayonnaise. Moving things to the side you still can't find it, you start handing things to Beelzebub to put on the table "I guess we're having a dry sandwich" you look up at Beelzebub who is just pouring chocolate syrup in his mouth.

You put away the stuff you're not using and started making sandwiches. you got to the bread then the cheese when Beelzebub offered you the bottle of chocolate syrup. You started to pour some of the chocolate syrup in your mouth but the top came off and got all over you "shit!" You said as the chocolate soaked your clothes went down your shirt and covered your legs, when Beelzebub lick cheek, you pulled away from him in response "BEEL!" "What?" He asked with a confused look on his face "you can't lick people without their permission!" "But.... you're covered in chocolate" he said with a sad expression. you tried to hide your blushing face as your mind going back to it "But still, it rude" "So... you're saying if I get your permission, then I can lick you?" He said with a gentle smile. You turn your head and try to hide your beet red face, not trying to show that him that you were embarrassed. Beel saw his opportunity and licked you a second time, he grabbed you by the shoulders and lick to your neck. licking your neck and up to your chin. You couldn't help but to let out small gasps as his tongue licked up and down your skin, you whispered his name softly as he sucked on your collar bone. He pulled away from you breathing heavily, he licked his lips "So sweet" he placed a hand on your leg that was covered in chocolate "You have chocolate here too, can I lick it off?" he didn't wait for your reply before he picks you up and put you on the table, he crouch down in front of you and placed your legs on his shoulders, you tried not to moan as he is licked your thigh "Beel-?" Was all you can say before he sunk his teeth in to your thigh, you screamed as his teeth penetrate your flesh and drawing blood.

You covered your mouth hoping no one heard you, he looked up at you with those purple eyes "Sorry, you just taste so good" he said as he kissed where he had bitten. Beelzebub stood up in front of you "raise your arms" He demanded. You did so in your lustful haze, not knowing he was trying to take off your shirt. The cold kitchen air cause a shiver to go down your spine as he remove your shirt. Beelzebub placed a hand on your chocolate covered chest he whispered in your ear "lean back for me" you did what you were told, leaning back on your elbows not trying to touch the cold wood of the table. he looked up and just smiled at you. he kissed your cheek before bending down and licking your chest, fighting the urge to moan you balled your hands into fists. Beelzebub graze his tongue over one of your nipples, you let out a loud "AHH GOD" as you bite your lip. Beelzebub stopped and looked at you "are you okay?" "Sen- Sensitive, they're sensitive" You mumbled out. Beelzebub looked at your red face and got a wicked idea, he started to rub your nipple with his thumb, you moaned loudly feeling his thumb made circles around your nipple. he did the same with the other one, pinching and flicking them with his strong hands. He licked the rest of the chocolate off your chest, just a few licks with his tongue and you were clean, sticky but clean.

Beelzebub wasn't having that, he wanted to lick more chocolate off of you. He grabbed the bottle of chocolate syrup and pour more over your chest "Beel?!" You look at him in shock, he had a huge grin on his face, looking at your body like your a meal "BEELZEBUB!" You said with a strong tone in your voice getting his attention this time. He looked at you, seeing the worry in your eyes he calmed down, that gentle smile forming on his face once more. Putting the bottle of chocolate down, he placed a hand on your chest and used his other hand to pull you into a kiss. The orange headed demon then whispered "I'm sorry, did I scare you?" He kissed your forehead then he moved where you face to face with him "Let me make it up to you" he kissed your lips again before he moved down to your chest, he looked you dead in the eyes as he licked one of your chocolate covered nipples.You moan as his tongue licked your nipple up and down, he moved to the other one and did the same. He started to sucking on them "FUCK!" you moan as he licked and sucked on your nipples, you can feel his tongue, his breath, his wet hot saliva on your body and you were fuckin melting from it. You moaned his name over and over, it was all you can say at this point, your mine was tangled. Beelzebub kissed you again, his tongue colliding with yours as he slid his hand up your shorts. He pulled away from you panting "W- why did you stop?" you said breathing heavily.

Beelzebub took a step back and took off his shirt "I want you" he said with that damn smile you love. You got off the table and walked towards him, you admired the abs with your fingertips and looked up at the demon and slowly got on your knees "What are you doing?" "Y-you made me feel good…. and I want you to feel good too" you mumbled as you unbutton his pants and pull them down to his ankles. You eyed the outline of his erection through his boxers "Hey, i.." you just shush him, you pulled down his boxers as well, his cock was big, really big, even bigger than Lucifer's. You immediately sucked on the head of his cock and slowly put his members in your mouth "Ye- Yes!" he hissed. You shove his cock deep in your mouth, gagging as it hit the back of your throat "FUCK-! AHHH YEAH!" he moaned as his fingers ran through your hair. You looked up at him as he deep throat you, you could taste his salty pre-cum on your tongue as you choked on him. You pulled Beelzebub out of your mouth and massaged his cock with your hand "does it feel good?" He nodded in response. He grabbed you by the back of your head and pulled you up into a rough kiss. He tug on your shorts and said "take them off and get back on the table" You obliged, pulling down your shorts and kicking them to the side "no underwear?" he said with a raised eyebrow, you shook your head no as you sat on the cold wood of the table.

Beelzebub came closer to you, stepping out of his pants in the process and got between your legs "You don't have to do this, you kn-!" You cut off him with a kiss, deepen the kiss with your tongue as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You bit his lip as you pulled away, you lied on your back and put your legs in the air "please.. just fuck me, Beelzebub" you begged as you spread your entrance, presenting yourself like a prize. Beelzebub just smiled, he removed your hands from your hips and put them on your sides. He grabbed your hip and slid you to the middle of the table for him climbed on the table with you.The table creek under the weight but you didn't care, you needed him. Beel grabbed your legs and slid you under him, he put his fingers up to your lips "suck them" you did so, licking and sucking them and sliding them between your tongue as he kissed your neck. Beelzebub pulled his fingers out of your mouth, his orange fingernails coded in your saliva. He put his wet fingers at your hole, you moaned as he slowly inter his middle finger into you "Am I hurting?" He asked as he inserted another finger into you. You tried to say no but as soon as you opened your mouth Beelzebub with his fingers hit your sweet spot.

"BEEL- AHH! BEELZEBUB!" you moaned as his fingers pumped into you "Do you like it?" He said as he inserted a third finger into you "Right ther- !" you were about to finish your sentence when suddenly you were empty, Beelzebub pulled his fingers out of you "I wanted to eat you since the day i laid my eyes on you" you watched as he spit into his hand and then rubbed it on his cock, you felt the head of his shaft against your hole, you were excited, you wanted him so damn bad.He tease your hole with the head of his cock "Just put it in all alre!" You are cut off by the feeling of Beelzebub's cock entering your body, you took him in inch by inch as you stretched around him, you gasp for air as he stuffed into you "UH FUCK!" he moaned as he kissed your shoulder and made small kisses on your neck, he went all the way in and coming to a halt. You let out a breathy grunt as he rested inside of you. He kissed your lips, his tongue exploring the inner walls of your mouth, you were becoming impatient. You moved your hips trying to get some friction, he knew what you wanted but he wanted you to beg for it "Beel…." You whimpered as you wiggled your hips under him "please…" "Please what?" He said as he kissed your cheek

Beelzebub pulled out just a tad bit, he watched in amazement as your hips buckled, he whispered in your ear "Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you" You felt like his prey, Beelzebub was the big lion and you were the tiny little mouse about to be devoured, and you were enjoying every fucking second of it "move, damn It FUCKING MOVE!" Those were the magic words, you let out a moan as you felt him finally starting to move. He sighed as slowly thrust into you, he nibbled on your ear as his cock slowly fucked you, this wasn't enough "more" you whispered as his cock stretched you open "More" you said, letting your voice out louder this time.He stopped moving, you let out a sad "noooo" as you felt his cock staying still. He whispered "I told you, tell me what you want" You wrapped your legs around his waist "fuck me harder, I want you to fuck me ha- !" he cut off your sentence by covering your mouth with his hand. He pulled all the way out of you and he thrust back into you, full force. You screamed into his hand that was covering your mouth and threw your head back, the combination of pain and pleasure send a shock through your whole body "see? that was all you had to say" He did it again, pulling out of you fast and thrusting back into you just as hard. your eyes beginning to water as the feeling of his cock torn into you drove you wild.

He bucked his hips with strong and powerful thrusts as you whind in pleasure "You're screaming like crazy in my hand. You're loving it, aren't you?" With his free hand Beelzebub dug his fingernails into your thigh and dragged them up your leg, he let out hot breathy "you're so tight" he started biting you. biting your shoulder, your neck, your chest, any place he could reach with his mouth was covered in bite marks. Beelzebub removed his hand from your mouth and replaced it with his tongue. Kissing was sloppy and wet as saliva falling down your chins.Your legs started to shake, you were at your limit. He let go of your mouth, only a strand of spit connecting your lips "you look tasty" he said as he licked your neck. That wasn't the first time you've heard those words, but those word and some more biting was enough to sent you over the edge. Putting your hands over your mouth, to tried and hide your voice. Beelzebub grabbed you by your waist, pulled out of you and slammed back into you, you were done. You bite down on your left hand trying not to scream as you ride out your orgasm, you can feel your heart pounding your chest as your legs shake.

You pulled your hand out of your mouth, eyes watering, tears falling down your face. Beelzebub noticed your tears and started to panic "Are you okay!? Did I hurt you!? You caress his face with your right hand, you try to speak but you were so out of breath that the only thing that came out was grumble moans, you gave him a weak smile. He kissed your lips. It wasn't like the other ones, it was soft, sweet, and gentle. "Your hand!" You looked at your left hand, blood was dripping down your arm from where you bit it, he put your hand up to his lips and kissed your palm, you let out a slight chuckle as he did so. He kissed your cheek and then whispered in your ear "you know you're not done, right?" You looked at him confused "ride me" he said as he pulled out of you, you scoop back on the table.Beelzebub lied on his back then you climbed on top of him, you rubbed your hands along his abs. You stop dead in your tracks as a voice echoes with the kitchen "WHAT THE HELL Y'ALL DOIN?!" you looked up to find Mammon and Satan staring back at you, you quickly got off of Beelzebub and headed behind the table "WE COOK FOOD IN HERE!" Satan yelled "and we're making sandwiches" Beelzebub reply. You wanted to crawl into a hole and die, you try to find your clothes but it was on the other side of the table where Satan was standing. You looked up at Beelzebub with a face of "just give me out of here" Beelzebub got up and put on his pants, meanwhile Mammon was still yelling at Beelzebub and calling him a "BASTARD" and a “PIECE OF SHT!” Beelzebub tosses his shirt to you, you quickly put it on and run to your room "AND WHERE THE HELL YA GOIN!" Mammon yelled at you as you made a beeline for your room.

Why the fuck did I make this

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luckyspike · 5 years

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Aziraphale doesn’t talk on the phone much but, to his surprise, Crowley does. They spend more time together after the Nah-pocalypse, and Aziraphale notices. Phone calls to television personalities (Aziraphale recognizes the names), and actors, and politicians, and all sorts of people, about all sorts of things. Most of it is mildly, Aziraphale assumes, evil.

And Crowley doesn’t sit still when he’s on the phone. He paces, he spins, he - on one memorable occasion - climbs onto the roof and lays up there while he talks, one ankle propped on the opposite knee, hand drawing intangible vague pictures in the sky.

It’s why Aziraphale doesn’t really think anything of it when he comes back to the bookshop one day and Crowley is there, bonelessly slithering (not literally, on this day) over the back of the couch, until his shoulders bump onto the floor and all that is visible from the front of the furniture are his snakeskin shoes*. It is not until after he has put the kettle on, and started dithering over the quantity of sugar he feels like indulging in in his tea today, that the phone conversation gives him pause.

Because he hears A Name.

“No, Adam, you’re not listening to me.” Crowley sounds exasperated. “No, you - no, don’t do that. Alright, yes. Wait. Now before you do that you want to take count of the left side of the equation. Right? How many?” There is scratching - pen on paper, Aziraphale thinks, although he can still only see the demon’s feet. “Okay four. Right, now you look on the right side and - yeah, right, there should still be four. How many?” There’s a long pause. More scratching. “Do you have models or anything?” Another pause. “What about like ... like marbles, coins, something like - yeah, okay, candy works. Right, so take four of - what do you have? - four lemon drops, and six tootsie rolls, and you want to put them to the right side of your desk.”

Aziraphale goes with five sugars. He thinks he may want a bit more than that, especially if this is a conversation with the Adam he is thinking it probably is, however seven seems indulgent and six is ... well, he doesn’t care for the number six. It seems spooky.

He sips his tea and waits. There are numbers, and names of candies, and occasional scratching of pen on paper. Crowley’s legs disappear at some point and Aziraphale can see him, just behind the couch, rolling onto his belly, the better to write something down.

“Right,” he says, after Aziraphale’s tea is mostly gone. “Right! There. Yeah, all accounted for, yes? Good. Great. Alr - yeah, you got it? Right. Good. Okay. Right. Alright, Adam, good luck. Yeah, of course. Okay. Bye.”

Aziraphale counts to five before he asks, “Was that the Adam I’m thinking it was?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah.” Crowley appears over the back of the couch, and then stands, only to somersault over the back of the couch and onto the cushions, reclining into Aziraphale’s plump velveteen pillows**. “Yeah, that Adam.”

The angel waits for any elaboration on that, but it doesn’t seem to be forthcoming. He clears his throat. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah.” Crowley is distracted, tapping at the screen of his phone while the speakers play some repetitive tune, presumably related to some game or another. Aziraphale frowns, and something about the sudden expectant silence - possibly the tapping of the angel’s fingers on the tabletop - prompts him to look up, and then elaborate. “Oh, ah. Just needed some help with something, is all. Homework.”

Aziraphale raises his eyebrows. “Homework?”

“Oh, yeah, you know.” The demon waves a hand vaguely, before returning to the game on the phone. “Chemistry.”

“Chemistry?” He sipped the last of his tea. “Since when have you been a chemistry tutor?”

“Well, I’m whatever kind of tutor Adam needs, I’ll tell you that.” He swipes a few times across the face of the phone, and then drops it to his belly with a frustrated hiss. “‘Cept English or literature or whatever. I’d probably leave that to you.”

“I didn’t know you knew much about chemistry.”

Crowley looks affronted at that, all the more so because his glasses are - elsewhere, probably, yes, there on the coffee table. “Don’t know much about chemistry?” He props himself up on an elbow. “I made nebulas, angel!” He gestures to the ceiling, although Aziraphale assumes he is indicating the sky. “Big bloody nebulas out in space, like at least four of them, and you think I don’t know much about chemistry?”

Aziraphale shrugs. “You don’t just make them, then? Just wave a hand and pull them out of nothing?”

“What? No! No, you bloody well don’t, you have to know what the elements are and the ratios and if you get it wrong instead of a nebula you end up with a great dusty mess!” Crowley makes a face. “Come on, Aziraphale, surely you remember Creation. It wasn’t just wave a hand and off you pop there, Gliese, have a lovely orbit.”

“I didn’t have much to do with Creation, honestly. I was more, you know ...” He sighs. “I am a Principality, Crowley. Guardian of the Eastern Gate. Someone had to guard over the Creation while it all got sorted.”

Crowley slumps back into the pillows, and retrieves his phone from where it had fallen to the floor. “I’m a Principality,” he sneers, in that way he does when he’s not really angry. “Big flaming sword, me, and no time for chemistry. Big strong Principality.”

“Everyone has their strengths, Crowley.” He smiles faintly, remembering the early days, of Creation, and before the rebellion. And then, because Crowley is going on about looking important while everyone else got busy with the really good stuff, he says, “We can’t all be nerds, my dear.”

“I - nerds? I - you ... what?” He sits up again, the better to glare and level a pointed finger at Aziraphale. “I am not a nerd.”

Now it is the angel’s turn to smirk. “No? My mistake. I must have forgotten all the really cool people who genuinely enjoy balancing chemical equations in their spare time.”

“Now you just wait one -”

“And the maths. I didn’t forget the maths, Crowley.” He takes his tea back to the sink, and calls over his shoulder, “The only reason Hell approved of you passing on the concept of zero and calculus is because only nerds like them and everyone else despises them!”

“You read Ulysses for fun.”

“That book was transformative - .”

“Oh, now who’s the nerd? At least chemistry is useful. Look at all this - everything! It’s all chemistry! Atoms and molecules and quarks and whatever!” He looks triumphant. “What did Kerouac ever do for creation?”

Aziraphale’s hand hovers over the kettle for a second, and then he turns, and grabs a bottle of wine instead. “Well,” he considers, as he returns to the couch, and waits for a beat while Crowley rearranges himself to make room for the angel among the cushions. “Kerouac, eh? Well ...” He pours them each a glass, and sets the bottle on the table. “You like that Bob Dylan fellow, don’t you?”

“Yeah. What about him?”

“Kerouac was an influence on his songwriting, I’m given to understand.” Aziraphale clinks his glass against Crowley’s. “Lit a light of inspiration - Creation - in him, I’d daresay.”

Crowley takes a sip, and manages to look resentful but not really while doing so. “Did not.”

“Did too. Look it up. Like I said, my dear, everyone has their strengths. For some it’s Creating art, something that stirs in the souls and the minds of humans and, well, us alike, gives us all joy and sorrow and raison d’etre, and for others it’s Creating the tangible - the bones of reality and the world we experience it in.”

“Yeah, well,” Crowley says, after a moment’s consideration and a swig of wine. “So I’m still not a nerd.”

Aziraphale pats his knee, which elicits a hiss. “You are,” he says, with a broad smile and a warmth that Crowley visibly has trouble being annoyed with. “You are very much a nerd my dear Crowley, but what a funny old world - or no world at all, really - would it be, if we were all the same, eh?”

* Which are not, Aziraphale knows, actually shoes.

** Definitely Aziraphale’s. Certainly not purchased because of a “oh yeah, those seem nice” passing remark from Crowley in a home goods store five years ago, on the way to a quick temptation/blessing.

#good omens #there is no plot to this really #ineffable husbands #i wish i didn't enjoy fanfiction so much #yes it is the year of our lord 2019 and here i am staying up to 1am to write GO fanfic #i know my sins and i will own them

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whatdoyouexpectthistime · 4 years

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Snakes an Starships: V

See PART I for general context and spoiler warning. NSFW PART II PART III PART IV

NSFW

There was simply no mistaking the suggestion in Miho’s tone, nor the way her gaze lingered on certain parts of his anatomy before she made purposeful eye contact.

“Just how often do you get an open invitation from a princess?” she sighed out, and Orion could almost see those words: a sinuous line of seduction dropping a noose around his neck.

“Not often,” he admitted, fingers tensing into fists. “But I’m…”

“Not interested in girls like me?” she finished for him cheekily, and gave a shrug before turning toward the other end of the cabin. “That is a terrible shame.”

“You like to put words in the mouths of others, don’t you?” he said, close behind her, and Miho grinned.

“I do,” she agreed, playfully, and when she lolled her head back, she was satisfied to find it nestled quite snuggly against his shoulder at the crook of his neck. “Are you feeling the need to reciprocate?” she purred, speaking against his throat. “Or is there something other than words you’d like to put into my mouth?”

“Among other places,” he hissed, hands falling against her hips and digging in lightly.

The taste of adrenaline was still bitter on his tongue, and though he was not oblivious to the dangers of becoming entangled with a woman like Miho, she was right. There had been many times, close calls – some far too close – he had returned to the Promise wound so tightly he thought he’d shatter. And there was little release but for his own company, which was a far cry from the intoxicating promise of a woman’s delicate flesh beneath his fingers.

“Go on then, Captain,” she whispered, grinding back against him. “Don’t be shy, take what you want – I won’t complain… unless you disappoint me.”

She had barely uttered the last taunting word when Orion pushed her forward, forcing her to brace with her hands against the cold, metal shutter.

“That’s a start,” she sighed, the heat of his fingers sliding from her belt buckle to curl over the top of her leggings and drag downwards to her ankles.

“Shame you didn’t get to wear your new outfit very long,” he said against the top of her shoulder, his hands snaking over her breasts to the zipper of her jacket.

“Damn shame,” she grinned, spinning around the moment her jacket hit the floor and crushing her lips against his.

This brought back the rush of their retreat, and with the pressure of an entire city looking for a killer squeezing them tightly, their bodies released control and inhibition. In a frenzy of clattering peripherals and the rustle and fling of fabric, both ignored the possibility of the shutters suddenly opening, and enjoyed unconstrained exploration of each other’s bodies.

Orion was unsurprised Miho was no shrinking violet, meeting the urgency of his own mounting want with equal fervour. He put aside the idea she had won her way like this in other circumstances, for it honestly didn’t matter. Instead, with chest heaving and eyes smouldering, he watched as she slid down his body and settled on her knees.

“Sit,” she commanded, wicked smile adding to the already prominent sense of danger twisted with desire in Orion’s stomach. “Or you will fall,” she added, smoothing her palms up his thighs, her thumbs grazing sensitive flesh until her hands fell completely away.

She sat before him, but Orion was under no illusion that she had the power. The slightest touch of her tongue against the tip of his shaft was excruciating, a fleeting shock of exquisite sensation that caused him to shudder and inch forward. When he reached out to cup her cheek, then comb his fingers into her hair, she seemed pleased, and rewarded him with the full, moist warmth of her mouth and the delicious force of her lips around his cock.

Dropping his head back, Orion let out a low groan, tightening his grip in Miho’s hair and drawing her back and forth against him with increasing fervour. And even trough watering eyes, Miho’s focus remained fixed on him defiantly, challenging him not to cum embarrassingly soon while doing everything she could to push him right over the edge. Her tongue swirled purposeful circles each time he passed her lips, and though she braced herself against the bench with one hand, the other encouraged his arousal with playful fingers.

“Grrr, enough!” he barked suddenly, and actually caught Miho off guard when he pushed her backwards.

Just as it seemed her head would crack against the floor, she felt it cushioned by the curl of Orion’s arm beneath, followed by his weight on top.

“Reached your limit alr…” she began cheekily, but her triumphant chuckle was muffled unexpectedly by a kiss so fierce, so deep and probing, when he allowed her to surface she was gasping for breath.

“Ha,” she hissed out. “A man who’ll kiss a girl who not moments ago had her lips around his cock?”

“No doubt they’ve been worse places,” he volleyed, burying his face in her neck and his free hand between her legs.

An intense shock burst through her, so sharp and delightful her back arched against the firm massage of his thumb on her clit, while his fingers curled within.

“Ahh, not the first time you’ve done this,” she exhaled heavily, lips quivering as he dragged his teeth over her shoulder before returning ravenously to her mouth.

His erection pressed insistently into her inner thigh, and she wanted it, wanted to feel full, but Orion was now trailing kisses down her body – over her breasts, pinching one nipple between his teeth before settling his face between her legs and lapping over the inflammation of her sensitive bud.

“Ohhh… yes…” she moaned, sifting her fingers through his hair as he worked magic into her flesh.

A strangely familiar, oddly nostalgic sense flickered within her, along with the intricate motion of Orion’s tongue, but it was fleeting – overwhelmed as she lifted to her pelvis to meet each skilled thrust and the determined suckle over her clit.

“Give me more!” she demanded hoarsely, digging her fingernails into his shoulders and trying to pull him back up.

Orion lifted his head, licking his lips, his chin, and his expression told Miho he was both drunk with carnal desire and fighting it at the same time.

“We can’t,” he panted, shaking his head, but there was a persistent glaze in his eyes that Miho knew well – and it begged him to throw caution to the wind.

“Oh, yes we can,” she growled, shoving against his slightly sweat glistening chest with enough force to push him back into a crouch. “And we’re going to.”

“Miho, wait,” he insisted when she crawled forward against him, curling one arm round his neck.

“You think covert operatives don’t take chemical precautions?” she rasped before biting down on his lower lip, drawing it into his mouth and dragging away slowly, all the while grinding her hips against his lap, coiling her legs around him. “Or is it you think I’m the danger here?”

“Oh, you’re a danger,” he grimaced, his hands gripping her waist, but his efforts to keep her from working his shaft to her impatient entrance, were at best half-hearted.

“Your doctor,” she whispered against his soft earlobe, “gave me a clean bill of health.”

Orion hadn’t thought of that, and it was true.

“Are you sure?” he managed, voice strained, brows knitted, and again Miho had cause to look amused… then extremely serious.

“Let me sink down on you, Captain,” she breathed, speaking the words from one corner of his mouth to the other. “Let me swallow you whole, squeeze you – I want you pulsing inside me, pounding until I cum so hard I forget my own name.”

That was waaaay too much for Orion, who instantly pulled her down onto him, full force penetration, a deep sense of satisfaction and the reckless abandon of his animal instincts.

There were no more words to spare, just the frantic ballet of Miho’s body undulating against Orion, the joining of their bodies a passionate, rhythmic dance set to the sound of heavy breathing, the slap of skin on skin, and the mounting inevitability of each other’s climax.

And when they had rocked the boat – and each other – most thoroughly, Orion drew Miho into his arms and held her as they both tried to catch their breaths, lightly stroking her arm, across her collarbone, her throat, with feather-light fingertips.

“Are you all right?” he asked softly, brushing moist hair from her forehead.

“Oh yes,” Miho grinned languidly, bathing in the afterglow. “Is it bad of me to hope this lockdown continues so you can regain some of your stamina?”

Orion exhaled a husky chuckle.

“Yes,” he answered, humming a little before making another addition. “And… no.”

“And for a bounty hunter you came across as such an upstanding individual,” Miho laughed, and stretched out her legs a little, legs that Orion promptly entwined with his own. “Mmm you know, there is only one other man in all the galaxy I know with that tongue technique,” she mused, tracing her fingertip around one of Orion’s nipples, the sharp edge leaving a light scratch mark among many much deeper. “And I guarantee he isn’t enjoying himself nearly as much as you are right now.”

“Tongue technique?” Orion repeated, on the verge of expressing her lack of manners talking about another man while he still held her in his arms, but he shuddered a little as Miho slithered her tongue front he nipple she’d been torturing, to his Adam’s apple.

“Don’t look so offended, Orion,” she breathed, kissing lightly along his tensed jawline. “It’s a compliment of the highest order – believe me…”

A little awkwardly given the compact nature of the cabin, Miho wriggled until she laid on top of Orion, and settled back against his chest.

“Very few can make me see stars like that,” she sighed blissfully. “I almost want to keep you.”

“I’m not a pet,” he frowned, but Miho simple placed her lips over each crease.

“No, but you could be a delectable periodic pitstop in my travels,” she pointed out, the tip of her nose touching his as she peered down into eyes she felt now were also quite familiar.

This time, however, she chose to say nothing on the subject, and kissed him again – this time so very gently, almost tenderly. It made Orion’s head spin a little at how quickly this woman changed gears, but while they continued to be in lockdown, there were worse things in the universe to do… than her.

Returning to the Promise after the end of the lockdown proved to be a non-event. No one had come to search the water taxi in which Miho and Orion had taken refuge, and Miho found this curious though obviously convenient. She and the captain didn’t talk about what they had done, and they sure as hell weren’t holding hands and singing love songs, but there was an oddly comfortable familiarity between them; both had enjoyed the unexpected interaction, and Miho marked Orion down as definite ‘contact’.

If only Jaxon knew how detailed her ‘little black book’ of names was, he’d be floored.

“You look well rested,” Jazz noted, seeming a little tired herself, rubbing her eyes.

“And you don’t,” Orion frowned. “Everything alright?”

“Well, that depends on your definition,” she shrugged, and opened her mouth to continue when Jenna came racing up to them, Atlas trudging behind her more slowly – probably because he was carrying several heavy looking bags.

“You’ll never guess what happened!” she exclaimed giddily, and Miho arched a brow at her enthusiasm. “Atlas and I got locked into the apartment Jaxon’s source sent us to, and there was only one bed!”

By the time Atlas had stomped to Jazz’s side and dropped his cargo, Jazz was looking at him with interest.

“Don’t gimme that look, Love,” Atlas rumbled, leaning closer to her. “Made her sleep on the floor.”

“Only one bed, huh?” Miho chuckled. “Wow, Orion and I didn’t even get that lucky.”

Orion coughed, then cleared his throat.

“So long as everyone is back in one piece,” he said in a bit of a rush, which awarded him inquisitive looks from both Jazz and Atlas.

“Don’t celebrate just yet,” Jazz edged in. “There’s someone waiting for you. Soon as he saw the Promise, he refused to leave.”

Even before Orion’s head snapped to Miho, she knew who he was referring to, and she rolled her eyes.

“Ugh, well I have questions for Commodore Fairchild myself,” she grunted, and began stomping up the ramp.

But before Miho could reach the bridge, Orion caught her wrist.

“Wait a second,” he exhaled, giving her a slight nudge against the wall.

“You want to go again right here?” she queried, but she didn’t seem really in the mood.

“No,” he shook his head. “There’s something you should know.”

“Clone?” she offered with a slightly raised eyebrow.

“What?” Orion responded, confused.

“No, you’re right,” Miho mused, tilting her head a little. “Cunnalingus instructor? Nah, that doesn’t explain your eyes. Cousin? Brother?”

Orion blinked at Miho openly, and she chortled.

“You’re being ridiculously obvious, Captain,” she laughed, giving his cheek a light pat. “All I need now is some confirmation.”

“Brother,” Orion answered, lifting his chin a little. “We’re twins.”

Miho chewed her lower lip, considering him nose to nose.

“Special arrangement indeed,” she smirked, then began again down the corridor to the bridge.

There, she found Nova and Jaxon ‘guarding’ Antares, who got to his feet and glowered at her fiercely; not to be intimidated, Miho threw down the bag carrying her weapon, and simply stood her ground.

“Are you going to bow to your princess, or say hello to your brother first?” she smile smugly, and Antares swept up to her, incredibly unamused.

“What, are you doing here, Miho?” he growled, but Orion forced his way in between them as the others arrived on the bridge.

“Atlas,” he said, though he was still looking at Antares. “I’d like to get clear of this planet.”

“Can we dump him first?” Atlas grated, handing over what he was carrying to Nova, before flopping into his seat.

“Got a little something on your cape there, Commodore,” Miho grinned around Orion’s shoulder. “Not really up to uniform code.”

“I could say the same thing for you, Princess,” he volleyed coldly. “What were you doing on Eryl, and why are you with him?”

“Why do you insist on asking questions you know I’m not going to answer?” Miho sniffed. “Furthermore, I need a shower, and I’m absolutely starving – Captain?”

“You can use my quarters,” he acquiesced. “Jenna, could you show her where…”

“Stay right where you are,” Antares commanded, and Jenna froze, looking helpless.

“This is my ship, Commodore,” Orion said, his tone tight. “And Miho is a guest, and while she is a guest, my word is the only one that matters. Go ahead, Princess, just follow Jenna.”

Without another sideways glance at Antares, Miho followed Jenna off the bridge.

“You have no idea what you’re dealing with here,” Antares dropped crisply.

“I’m starting to get an idea,” Orion answered slowly. “Nova, I think our guest is probably going to need a fresh towel.”

“I got it,” Jaxon ejected, leaping up, but both Orion and Antares barked at him.

“No.”

“Don’t you dare,” Antares hissed, pointing at Jaxon.

“Yes, Captain,” Nova acknowledged, and departed.

“Let’s go and wait in the lounge,” Orion then suggested, and the pair of brothers moved out with Jaxon, to the sound of Atlas cursing the Empire dead-weight on board.

Miho hummed as the water ran down her body, smiling whimsically as she smeared herself in soapy suds until she was thoroughly clean. She was still enjoying the warmth when there was a solid knock on the bathroom door, followed by the appearance Nova with a towel folded over her arm.

“Princess, the captain asked me to bring you this,” Nova said, loud enough for Miho to hear her.

Without hesitation, Miho shut off the water and stepped out of the spacious glass cubicle, dripping from head to toe.

“Mmm,” she murmured with a slight stretch. “I don’t suppose I can convince you to give me a hand? A couple perhaps?”

“Are you unable to manage on your own, Highness?” Nova enquired, deadpan. “Are princesses not taught to dress themselves?”

“Of course, I can,” Miho admitted. “But team work is always so much more… rewarding.”

“So, you are offering me a reward in exchange for my services?” Nova surmised, with eyebrows raised.

“My goodness, you make it all sound so sordid,” Miho chuckled, then reached for the towel that Nova relinquished.

“When you are ready, I will escort you to the lounge where you are awaited,” Nova declared, then exited to give Miho her privacy.

She didn’t rush, but didn’t dally too long either, and though without her tiara, she entered the lounge most regally with her escort and took stock of the room.

Everyone except Atlas was present, but even under the weight of their combined scrutiny, Miho didn’t seem the smallest bit uncomfortable.

Of course, it was Antares who spoke first, rocking to his feet, tall and straight.

“Imagine my surprise when I met with Admiral Yuul on Eryl – foremostly to determine what he was hauling that could have interested you so much,” he began, taking measured steps in Miho’s direction, “when he pops like a balloon before discussion can even commence.”

“They just don’t make Empire admirals like they used to,” Miho sighed, but there was cheek sparkling wildly in her eyes.

“Or princesses,” Jaxon muttered under his breath.

“Oh I’m the new improved model,” she announced triumphantly, defiance in the tip of her chin, which Antares swiftly snatched, thumb pressing firmly into her skin.

“New model?” he questioned, and he was looking for something, looking at her in a way he never had before.

“Antares,” Orion barked sternly. “Let her go.”

Deliberately, Antares craned his neck to look at his brother, while Miho remained still and remarkably unreactive to Antares’ physical trespass.

“What exactly is going on here?” Antares asked slowly, his gaze loitering on Orion a moment before passing an expectant eye over the rest - finally returning to Miho. “How in this or any other galaxy did you manage to get them on your side?”

“Magic,” Miho offered through a wicked grin.

A moment of silence fell, before Antares worked his jaw – cast Orion a meaningful glance – then resume his assessment of Miho’s expression.

“You didn’t,” he stated, voice low and quiet, perhaps only loud enough for she and him to hear.

“Why don’t you ask the questions you really want answers to, Commodore,” she whispered, leaning a little against his hold to breathe upon his lips.

There was something there in Antares’ face, Miho relished. Though it was ever so fleeting, his conclusion Orion’s reaction was because she had slept with him, did not sit well.

“Did you murder Admiral Yuul?” Antares asked flatly, now seeming in an even fouler mood.

“Oh yes,” Miho confirmed, satisfaction in the way she swaggered to Orion’s side and sat down. “Still, let me throw you a breadcrumb for free and say, I didn’t expect him to deflate any more than you did – though, the look on your face was priceless.”

“Deflate?” Tyrian repeated.

“Yep,” Miho nodded. “No bloody nuggets as expected, just a burst of purple light and then a crumpled skin-sack.”

“What the hell kind of being is that?” Jenna scowled, glancing up from the tablet she was tapping on.

“Yuul was human,” Miho responded. “Was, is, I don’t know what it was I killed, but it wasn’t the actual Admiral Yuul.”

“What are you thinking, Commodore?” Jazz prompted, noting Antares’ pensive silence.

“You didn’t know?” Antares asked Miho seriously, and she straightened in her seat.

“Yuul needed killing,” she explained clearly. “All his other crimes aside, he’s one of my father’s ass monkeys. If that wasn’t him, and it wasn’t, then where is he?”

“This isn’t the first time I’ve seen this,” Antares stated, and he had everyone’s attention.

PART VI

#Starship Promise #Starship Promise smut #Voltage #Voltage smut #fanfic #Voltage fanfic #Orion Akatsuki smut #Antares Fairchild #Jaxon Silva #Atlas Molniya #Nova #miho fujiwara #bloody nuggets #Deflation is not something Orion has an issue with #At least not with Miho around!#Tyrian Aquila #Jazz Mann

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pazvizslaplasmathrower · 4 years

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A Father’s Duty - Chapter 42

Chapter 42: Familiar

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Summary: Din suffers from a sudden panic attack, going suddenly to find you for help.

Word Count: 1877

Slipping out of your cot, your bare feet touched the cold durasteel floor, feeling around for your cloth shoes. It took a few moments, but you found and secured the straps tightly.

“Are they awake, Little Brother?” You whispered, having pulled the baby into your innocent plot.

Thank the stars he reported both Mandalorians were fast asleep, Paz in the cockpit and Din in his quarters. After your brother wished you luck and safety, by hand you slipped open the door, slipping out of your room. Each step was purposeful and silent, moving down to the second level of the Crest and through a small hatch. It had been the result of some dogfight the Mandalorian had gotten himself into. Whoever had patched the ship up had left an important layer loose.

Paz had informed you and the baby the ship would land on Stewjon, but it would be better to sleep for the night before going out to find resources, rest, and perhaps even train. Though for you the wait had become too much; there was no way in hell you would be able to sleep through the night knowing that you were back on your home planet after maybe years of exile. How long had it been exactly? In truth you had no idea, perhaps you should have been keeping track. Your mother had once told you; your species was different. Reminiscent of a human, but not exactly alike. While the other children in your village started to gain height, you remained the same. How much older would you old friends be now?

The Mandalorian Paz Vizsla had landed the Razor Crest (Much to Din’s distaste) on a low plain, far out from the nearest town as to not draw any unwanted attention. Though you had no idea which prefecture you were currently in, just going out now would be enough. Jumping from the small edge you made sure to place back the several layers of durasteel, taking in a deep breath becoming lost in the memory of it all. The world was still dark, a few moons dimly lighting the night, reflecting coldly off the Stewjoni ocean. Falling to your knees you took fistfuls of long, green grass in your hands, in utter awe of its soft texture. Still getting used to your limited vision, was irksome, so for now you had to rely heavily upon the rest of your senses. That gentle wind that ruffled your hair whisked back the tears falling from the edge of your cheeks.

With the wind at your back, you took off, sprinting from the ship’s spot on the grassy plain to where it met the fine sand of the beach. Not really caring anymore, you shucked your shoes, leaving them in the dunes. The salty taste of the ocean was on your tongue, a telling sign you were running in the right direction. Back on Tatooine, the sand was rough, constantly slipping into your shoes and scratching against your skin. But here, on your home planet, with sand as delicate as liquid silk, you felt as if you could revel in it for hours on end. Though, with the ocean just seconds away, such desires, you would have to wait. Silt kicking up in your wake finally gave way to the water. With one massive leap, your body fell into the warmth of the sea, enveloped completely. Head breaching the surface, you let yourself float lazily on the surface, staring up at the blurred vision of the moons gracing the heavens. An hour passed, and you stayed like that, buoyant on the sea as it shifted just slightly.

“…!” From off in the distance you could hear someone yelling.

For a moment your throat clenched, thinking someone had noticed you and the Razor Crest, but after a second, you sensed your guardian’s presence. With your ethereal moment squandered you simply treaded water, not wanting to swim back to shore knowing a stern lecture or a few damning words awaited you. But what more could he say, what could hurt more than wishing your paths had never crossed? Even so, you half-heartedly made your way to the shore, moving easily through the surf until your feet met sand once more. You could see him somewhat, a tall, blurry figure of an armored man coming at you rather quickly. All at once, dread consumed you.

***___***___***___***

The shaking took up several minutes before it subsided. Din Djarin took a few deep breaths in a feeble effort to calm his body and mind in unison. Placing his calloused hands over his bare face, he could feel the sweat that had caked on during his night terror. Perhaps it was best if the baby stayed with his sibling in their room for the time being. If either of the little ones were to see him in such a state of disarray, Din doubted he would be able to cope. Checking his datapad, he could tell two hours had gone by, but how much of that had been delusion, Din was unsure, but he was going to take what he could get.

While panic and fear were momentarily by the wayside, Din could feel his chest grow heavy, strained and compressed; each breath was almost labored, but with no current injury, there was nothing to heal, nothing to cure. Beviin. They could do something, but at what kriffing cost? The room spun, vision becoming warped and twisted. Swearing up a proper storm, Din Djarin donned his armor, slipping out of his quarters, immediately heading for the children’s room.

Thank the kriffing stars Paz stayed asleep, the bastard out cold. The door to their room shot open, the Mandalorian stumbling inside. In his little pod the baby blinked a few times, clearly disturbed by this sudden intrusion. Next to him was Beviin’s empty cot, blanket folded neatly, and shoes gone. Panic was quick to return, thrusting Din into action. Rushing to the main hatch, Din could see a small shadow of a person in the dark ocean water. There.

“Beviin!” Din called out, his body beginning to feel lighter. “Beviin!”

The figure came closer and closer, a look a tense fear written on their young face.

“Beviin…Help.” Din couldn’t help but fall forward.

His child materialized to his side, catching him awkwardly, and softening his fall to the ground. The shaking took over once again, rendering Din unable to vocalize.

“Buir?!”

The Mandalorian could feel two hands at his chest plate, pressing as hard as they could.

“You’re gonna be okay!” Beviin assured him desperately. “I-I’m gonna heal you! It’s just-just gotta work!” Din watched their worried features twist into frustration. “Come ON!”

Still clutching him fiercely, his child pressed their forehead to his chest. “I’m so sorry, Buir! I d-don’t know what to do! It’s not working!”

Their forlorn pleas for forgiveness continued on, but Din’s chest began to grow lax, his trembling and pain vanishing. To test this sudden respite, he carefully inhaled and exhaled, finding no further aches.

“I…I think M’ okay…”

Beviin looked at him apprehensively, as if he were doubting his very words.

“Are you sure?” Their voice was almost non-existence.

He nodded, sitting upright. Immediately, Beviin retracted from their touch on him, gaze falling away, arms clutching themself.

“Ad’ika?” Din questioned.

They sighed. “Aren’t you gonna ask me what I’m doing out at this time?”

Actually, the thought had never crossed his mind. “Well I am now. You should be sleeping.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I-I’ll go back to my quarters…”

“Beviin, wait!” The Mandalorian hadn’t meant to raise his voice, but it still didn’t fail to stun his child. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I know…”

“Ad’ika, please. You’ve been avoiding me lately. Talk to me please.”

Taking their braid in hand, they twisted it gaze fixed on it, refusing to look at Din completely.

“Is it because I didn’t see you for a few days? I-I’m sorry, that was self-.”

“No! Kark, no!” Beviin groaned, shaking water from their hair. “No. It’s not that.”

“Then what.”

Their head swayed oddly from side to side, eyes shifting. In the darkness of night, Din guessed they were having a hell of a time trying to see. Finally, Beviin seemed to find Din’s helmet, focusing intensely.

“I heard you the other day. With the other.” Pausing they bit down on the inside of their cheek. “you told him that you wished we never met.”

“Wh-What?” Din jerked awkwardly. “No! Kriffing hell! What the hell did I say?”

While he wracked his brain for the memory, Beviin continued on. “I don’t blame you actually. I mean I did try to kill you and more than once. I could have hurt you and the baby…oh Maker…”

“That’s not what I meant!” Finally recalling, Din suddenly gripped his child’s shoulders. “I was just- I wondered if you would have been safer if we hadn’t crossed paths. That was it!”

Beviin’s eyes widened, their face fell upon realizing their mistake. “Oh kark…”

“And, you were eavesdropping?”

“Can you blame me?” They sighed, “You Mandalorians are loud as all hell.”

Relieved the problem was extremely finite and resolved, Beviin on the other hand seemed simply distraught.

“What’s wrong, Ad’ika?” With renewed confidence, Din tried probing further.

His child fell back on the sand, gripping the sediment in their hands. “I don’t understand. And, usually M’okay with that.” Turning, their gaze fixed on him once more. “I’ve hurt you, so much. You didn’t have to bring me along. I feel so selfish! You’ve never had to forgive me or feed me or look at me! Or even think of me!”

Reaching out with one hand, Din waited for them, not wanting to force touch once more. Beviin tentatively finally taking Din’s hand, allowing him to draw them close.

“I’ve never had to. But I’ve wanted to.”

“I still don’t get it.”

“Me neither.” The Mandalorian admitted.

Looking out at the sea, Din wished for a moment to feel the sensation of it against his skin. To not have to uphold the honor of Mandalore, welded together within his Beskar.

“It’s just like I remembered it.” His child said wistfully.

“Oh,” Din realized. “This is your home. I’d almost forgotten. You should rest though before we venture out tomorrow.”

“I will,” Beviin relented, far too quickly for Din’s liking. “But only if you do.”

“Ad’ika, I already have.”

“I won’t be able to unless you do too.” They tapped the visor of his helmet. “I can’t see you, but I can tell you’re tired.”

“Fine.”

The child smiled, relishing in their minor victory. Though if Din were to try to sleep again, it could bring another terror, but it would be worth it if it would give respite to his ad’ika. Ruffling their hair, the Mandalorian realized the length to which he would go for the baby, for Beviin.

“Can we stay here for a bit longer?” They asked. “I kinda just wanna sit. Just for a little bit.”

“Why?”

“I’d just like to be here next to you…If that’s okay.”

“Would you like another story?”

That sparkle illuminated the young one’s face, spreading a wide smile. A smile Din desired to protect. “Yes!”

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sonderrow-moved · 5 years

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The Steadfast Tin Soldier

@unknxwnhxcker

This squad was a peculiar one. Jael always thought his team was the unique one, but he had to admit the Rainbow beat them to it. He gladly gave that title, because there was a level of weirdness that would be way too big to handle on a daily basis. And this was because of a single person in the people they were partnering with for this case: Fox.

Immediately the first meeting was tense, because Jael’s own black ops brothers were loudmouth as always and spoke up their mind. Thus, it was hard for them to hold back any sort of laughter at Fox’s “retarded” words and actions as they all said. Greetings with anyone else was fine, and everyone could bond onto something, being soldiers, and watching each others back for such a huge, dangerous case. When it came to Fox, there was a clear line where he win others’ respect, despite his proficiency during coop training. And even if others of Fox’s squad spoke up; respect wasn’t earned by words of others. This wasn’t a primary school courtyard, after all.

“Yo, codename’s Smith. What’s that you drawing?” He leaned towards the table, looking at what the special ops was scribbling on that piece of paper, scattered between blueprints, maps and files. “Hey, is that me? Aaaw, maaan… nobody ever made me that cute!”

Jael bumped his fist against the attacker’s shoulder. Thirty-three. There were thirty-three people total in Rainbow Six. Five currently present. Nine from Jael’s squad. With everyone laid out in pair, the both of them were put together, unlike the rest who were with their usual team. A risk from not being used to one another, but a calculated one.

That and it was like, under their respective mask, that their eyes lighted up at each others. Two more innocent (at least acting like so) minds recognising each others. Jael’s genuine excitement could be heard in his voice while facing Fox’s meddling. Fox liked how someone seemed to like him. Not just give him interest out of politeness or friendship obligations.

…

“Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch… alright! I yield! I yield..!”

Jael kept hitting the ground with his fist under the pain, locked and pinned into the melee move Fox pulled on him. Despite the soldier’s bigger and harder build, he just had been toppled over his own weight into what looked like a snake sneaking around him in hand-to-hand combat. Sweaty from training in the warehouse, Jael turned around, letting himself fall onto the training mat next to his partner, slightly raising his mask so he could breathe better.

“Jesus, where did you learn all that? You’re more flexible than my last girlfriend… and she was hell of a gymnast.”

A firm punch was given to the special op’s shoulder.

“Glad you have my back.”

Most of the time Jael and Fox’s personality shined was at night when both were resting. While both staying out in a small camp out in the Middle East, waiting for their cue, they had more free, well, stakeout time, but might as well call it free time. Sharing their culture fairy tales and random anecdotes; given Fox didn’t have much, Jael proposed he’d talk about stuff he liked, movies he watched, funny stuff he saw people do while off duty…

“Know what a guy likes in his hamburger and you know the look he gives you when he means that you should talk about your last fuck because the room is bugged. Or… something like that. Anyhow…”

Another hit. It was becoming a goddamn habit.

…

“C’mon, pull pull pull! Get to the checkpoint! Target’s secured. Who’s not at evac alr… Fox! Where’s Fox? Is he still in..?!”

Pushing his teammates with the rescued targets, Jael moved out to rush in, looking for the appearance Fox had taken amongst the terrorists camp; what happened that made the attacker late to the rendezvous location? While men were running around, slowly realising there were missing prisoners, Jael stealthily moved around the territory, hiding in corners as the mercenaries were growing more on guard the second, shooting orders and grabbing weapons.

Smith… hang on, I can come with you, the target’s― “HELL NO. The more people there is, the more they can see us. This is place is roaming with assholes more than when my one pretty rich aunt died… over.”

The blueprint of the place was running into Jael’s head. This ruined building must have been this one he saw on the pictures. Turn the corner, get on the one in front. Circle that car where two dudes are taking a smoke before going into the house. Secure the entrance. Get up the secondary stairs from the back, calmly. That room must have been the one they had secured together at the very beginning, when Fox had set up his disg―

“… Fox?”

The soldier lowered his gun. There was no mistaking. This was Fox, out of his costume, in the secured, desolated room. With three bodies around him and one just freshly falling down the dusty carpet. No gunshots wounds. Just slashes, and one happened to have his belly ripped out, guts sprawled around while some bits were staining the beastly masked’s equipment. Soaked into the fabric.

Jael sighed in relief.

“Oh Christ you’re alright. C’mon, get your cute ass over here.” He noticed Fox getting ready to sneak out safely in disguise again. The masked raven’s hang immediately grabbed his partner by the shoulder, “Stop with those flashy illusions now, they already know we were here, we gotta get out fast with no c―no more casualties. Just r―!”

And then he heard a loud CRACK! and nothing while someone ran in the door behind him, one person crouched and shooting him in the thigh, while a kid hurled a brick at his head, knocking Jael out.

#. jael's memories ( drabble )#. Foxes are canids and I happen to be a dog person ( Hyousuke & Jael )#. singerman did ( past ic )

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014, please!💕 btw love your work, keep it up!☺️

(014 || from behind hug)

In Kevin’s childhood home, there is a chalkboard at the top of the stairs.

Growing up, his mother would fill it with quotes, wanting her children to think about something uplifting and empowering every time they saw it. Some of them were from Church leaders: be true to who you are (a son or daughter of God); some were from poets: our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by failing to attempt; and some she made up herself.

Kevin loved that chalkboard. For one thing, memorizing the quotes meant earning points towards getting his allowance money doubled at the end of the week; and for another, it really made him think - something he did on his own, in his own head, where no one else could hear him; and not because his thoughts were impure, but because they questioned things he knew could never be answered.

Abandoning our faith because it doesn’t answer all the questions would be like closing the shutters because we can’t see the entire mountain.

It was a favorite quote of his mother’s; and why, at some point, he stopped.

***

In Uganda, there is a chalkboard above the district’s tattered couch.

There is nothing written on it; just the faded memory of what could have been and what was, for a moment in time.

No one pays it any mind. It is the most overlooked thing in the mission hut, save for Kevin, and he thinks maybe that’s why he likes it so much.

Most nights, he finds himself sitting on the back of the couch, hands furled against rough upholstery as he stares and lets himself think. There is potential, there, and they share in that, too. He just isn’t sure how to find it.

“I’m starting to think you like that silly thing, more than you like me.” Elder McKinley leans against the back of the couch, arms crossed as he looks up at Kevin. “I’m not particularly fond of it, myself.”

Kevin hums in acknowledgement. He knows, because McKinley tried to pull it off the wall once, citing bad energy. Kevin never pegged him for a spiritualist. “You’re not particularly fond of anything,” he muses, sliding off the couch. They are standing beside one another, shoulders touching. McKinley keeps his gaze on Kevin, while Kevin keeps his straight ahead.

“You know that isn’t true.” McKinley leans to his right, nudging Kevin slightly. “I’m just not fond of my failures, and that…thing constantly rubs them in my face.”

Kevin rolls his eyes. “Neeley rubs them in your face,” he corrects. “That thing is just stuck to the wall.”

He knows what McKinley means, though. His name is right at the top, above all the others, and boasts an impressive number of placements and baptisms. Kevin imagines it must have felt invigorating to write them all down, and beyond devastating to wipe them away.

“You can stop being reasonable at any time.” McKinley sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face. He looks tired, and Kevin almost feels badly.

“At least Elder Thomas didn’t draw a line between the two of you.” Waving a hand towards the bottom of the chalkboard, Kevin tries to bite back his guilt. “That would hurt worse, I bet.”

“At least I don’t have zeros after my name, you mean.” Now it is McKinley’s turn to roll his eyes.“ At least I did something.”

“Excuse you, I did something. I refrained from giving false baptisms.” Now it’s Kevin’s turn to smile; and he does so broadly, right in McKinley’s face. “I can admit I’m a little bit proud of that fact.”

“Elder Price,” McKinley says, dryly. “Always grasping at straws.”

A finger to the end of McKinley’s nose is met with a gentle slap and grunt of annoyance.

“You have a good nose,” Kevin says, touching it one more time. “Almost as good as my baptismal record.”

“It’s not that good,” McKinley, points out. “Your record, I mean; my nose is perfectly alr -”

“Hold that thought.” Kevin makes like he’s grabbing McKinley’s words with a hand, then traipses over towards the chalkboard. There is barely a piece of white chalk left; but with it, he manages to draw a smiley face within the circle next to his name. “See?” he says, taking a step back to admire his handiwork. “If it wasn’t any good, it wouldn’t be smiling.”

“Wow, that’s…incredibly convincing. Can I have my thought back now?” McKinley steps up behind Kevin, wrapping his arms around the other boy’s waist; “I miss it.”

“Your thought, or me?” Kevin laughs as McKinley strengthens his hold around Kevin, his chin coming to rest on Kevin’s shoulder.

“Both; but I miss my thought so much more.”

Kevin gently elbows him, relieved when McKinley does not pull away. It is nice to feel wanted by someone, for once.

“Do you want to know why I’m out here so much?”

Kevin continues, without a response; “I wasn’t really sure, at first, but I think it’s ‘cause I really miss my mom. We had a chalkboard at home, and she was always writing stuff on it. The week before I left on my mission, it said: a man who is full of the love of God is not content with blessing his family only but thinks about all of the people in the world, anxious to bless the whole human race. She said she’d been waiting nineteen years to use that one.” He frowns; “I really let her down.”

McKinley gives him a gentle squeeze; “Isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?” His voice softens as he speaks; “My mom loved that quote. I imagine it’s because we both fuck everything up, all the time. We’re quite the pair, when I stop and think about it; a shame, we don’t get along - but my point is: so what if you let her down? You can always make her proud again, tomorrow.”

Kevin rests a hand over McKinley’s for a moment, before pressing what’s left of the chalk between his fingers. “You should write that down,” he says, turning his head. Kevin’s nose brushes against McKinley’s cheek, and he smiles; “alright?”

With a nod, McKinley pulls away to do just that, scribbling the quote over everyone’s mistakes.

He leaves Kevin’s untouched.

“Hey,” Kevin says, pleased once he notices. “So, you do admit I didn’t mess up.”

“No, I just think your drawing is – “ McKinley finds himself pulled into a hug, words momentarily lost as Kevin’s smile presses against his cheek. He may or may not melt a little bit; “– cute.”

“Oh.” Kevin’s words are muffled by McKinley’s face. “So you do think I messed up.”

“No, no; well - that depends.” Suddenly, McKinley’s arms wrap around Kevin very tightly; “If I say yes, are you going to let go of me?”

“Yes,” Kevin says. “Absolutely, I will.”

“Then, no,” McKinley agrees, turning his head. Their noses brush together, and then their mouths are very, very close. It would take very little effort to go from this, to kissing. “You didn’t mess up at all. In fact, I think I’ll nominate you for Missionary of the Year.”

That pulls a laugh out ofKevin, who walks McKinley back, and around, towards the couch. They fall onto it, a tangle of long limbs and eager, inexpert kissing that continues into the early hours of morning, when they finally pull away.

“Hey,” Kevin says, a little bit breathless. “Still hate that chalkboard?”

“No,” McKinley says, tugging on Kevin’s hair. “In fact, I can only think of one thing I like more.”

#anonymous #mcpriceley #thanks for saying that :)#touch meme: kevin & connor: from behind hug #the spacing on this was messed up on the app but i fixed it #sorry!

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God Save Yuuri Katsuki (2/?) (ao3)

“Wait, wait, wait,” Phichit says with his face still in his hands. He's just stopped laughing at Yuuri’s misery, cheeks red with exhilaration. ‘A friend’, he calls himself. “Tell me again.”

Yuuri doesn't even try to look for any warm feelings he's ever had towards the other man; there are none left. Phichit Chulanont is officially not his friend anymore. How long does it take to evict a roommate, again?

“Maybe you'd like to record it?” Yuuri asks dryly, busying himself with their dishes. “This way you can listen to it forever.”

Phichit makes a move like he wants to reach for his phone (Yuuri wonders if all roommates are so rude; maybe he should note on his next ad about an available (Phichit’s ex-) room that rudeness toward him is strongly prohibited) but stops in the last moment.

“I'm sorry, Yuuri.” He doesn't look too sorry. “You have to admit, though. If a babysitter for your kid tried to fight you out of your apartment with a toilet brush, you would be laughing too.”

“Toilet brush and an air freshener,” Yuuri mumbles, like it makes it any better.

Phichit bursts into a fit of giggles again and because Yuuri is such a good friend, he only swats him with the kitchen towel when the dishes are done.

“I hate you,” he mutters on his way to his room.

“No, you don't!”

For her part, Mila tries very hard to stifle her laughter when she sees him at the entrance to the LGBTQ+ meeting. Yuuri doesn't even need to ask; it takes one glance at her to guess that she already knows.

At least she doesn't mock him.

“How was your first day of work?” she asks innocently, biting her lower lip.

Ah. Teasing. What a lovely change.

Sara Crispino looks at him with curiosity in her eyes. “Oh?” She smiles. “You got a new job?”

Bless her pure heart, at least she knows nothing about his shame.

“He babysits the son of my cousin,” Mila answers for him.

“I babysat the son of her cousin.”

Both girls tilt their heads at him. It's scary how in tune with each other they are, they spend so much time together even outside of the club they started together in uni.

“Why the past tense?”

“You're not going back?”

“Was Yuri really that scary?”

Yuuri glares at Mila. Even though she hasn't told Sara anything about what happened, she is sure trying hard to make the girl ask all the right questions.

“I plead the fifth,” he mumbles and moves to go past them.

“We're not in the court,” Mila sing-songs and tries to block the way with her arm but Yuuri is faster and slides into the classroom anyway. “I won't let you go off so easy! I'll catch you later, Yuuri!”

He pretends not to hear.

“You thought somebody broke into the house?” Sara asks two hours later when all three of them are sitting in the café Phichit works at, eyes wide. Her right hand nearly covers her mouth. “You must have been so scared!”

Yuuri has never wanted to hug somebody more in his life. He gives Mila a pointed look. This is how a friend should react.

“Thank you,” he tells Sara who only nods in reply.

“I've been there, I understand.”

It's Mila’s turn to gape. “Somebody broke into your apartment?”

Sara tilts her head in confusion before her eyes clear with understanding. “Oh! No, no! But when I was a kid, Emil broke into my and Mickey’s room. You know we live so close to each other, he simply climbed from his window to ours on the tree between our houses.” She smiles in soft embarrassment. “Apparently, he was bored and wanted to play a game that Mickey borrowed from him. Well, I woke up, the light was off, so I didn't know it was him. I threw all my toys at him before my parents found us like that.”

Mila coos and pulls her sweetheart into a one-armed hug, then presses a kiss to the top of her head. “You were a kid, though,” she defends. He curls a lock of Sara’s hair around her finger. “Yuuri here is an adult.”

“Are you talking about the skin magazine Yuuri bought for the kid?” Phichit joins in out of the blue, still wearing his apron as he falls onto the only empty chair at the table.

Both girls stare at him in shock. “He did what?”

P h i c h i t!

“Aren’t you supposed to be working?” Yuuri asks through gritted teeth.

Phichit carefully looks around the table. “Lunch break?” he says slowly, surely realising what he’s just done.

Mila gawks at Yuuri, like she's seeing him for the first time. “You bought a five-year-old a porno?”

“N-no, it wasn't like that!”

“A five-year-old, Yuuri!”

“The kid wreaked havoc at the store,” Phichit defends him. Defends him, for a change. “What was he supposed to do?”

“Get him a toy. Or a candy bar,” Mila supplies, looking at them both ridiculously. “Literally anything else!”

Sara is openly laughing next to her, drawing attention from several other patrons to their table.

Yuuri tries his best to curl in on himself and disappear. The closest thing he manages to do is to hide his face in his crossed arms, resting on the table. “He found it and grabbed it and wouldn't let go of it, and wouldn't stop screaming unless I bought it,” he mumbles to the table. “He thought his father was in it and wanted me to buy it.”

Phichit pats his back in sympathy.

“Vitya? In such a magazine?” Mila asks, doubtfully.

Yuuri shakes his head. “It was just a lookalike with the same first name on the cover.”

For a moment all he can hear is just the usual chatter of the café, none of his friends talking. For some reason, his head feels heavy. When he looks up, all three pairs of eyes are glued to him, amused.

“You looked inside?” Mila asks, a teasing note back in her voice.

Yuuri only groans and lets his head fall back onto his arms.

It’s settled. From today on, he officially has no friends.

The phone rings just when he’s about to fall asleep that night. Yuuri sighs and looks at the screen, only to frown at the hidden number. Private. For a moment, he considers not answering – it is late, after all, and he doesn’t know anybody whose number isn’t already saved in his phone.

Unless...

His eyes widen in surprise at the idea of who exactly could be calling him and, not even fully aware of what he’s doing, he accepts the call.

Shit. Now what? He can’t cancel it now without looking like a jerk. Not saying anything isn’t very nice of him, either.

“Hello?” comes from the phone after the longest three seconds of his life. Yuuri immediately puts the phone against his ear.

“Hello.”

“Is this Yuuri Katsuki’s number?”

Yuuri recognises that voice, no matter how few words it uttered to him the last time he heard it.

He could safely say that the call is a mistake and forget about the babysitting fiasco once and for all. He can’t help but wonder, though...

“Uhm—I guess,” he stutters and promptly winces at how silly that sounds. ‘I guess?’ He quickly adds, “I mean, yes, it’s me.”

“Oh, good! This is Viktor Nikiforov speaking, we met yesterday.”

How could I forget?

“Oh... Right.”

“You never showed up today,” Mr Nikiforov says. “I had to find somebody else to take care of Yuri while I was at work. It was very unexpected and very last minute. Has anything happened?”

‘Has anything happened?’

Yuuri frowns at the words and looks at his phone to check if he’s not imagining the call after all, but no, it’s real. The seconds are ticking away. The private number hidden from his eyes truly belongs to Viktor Nikiforov who is asking if something has caused him to miss a day at work.

“Yuuri?”

The sound of his name pulls Yuuri back to the present and he quickly presses the phone back to his ear.

“Um, yeah, about that,” he croaks, “I thought—I thought I wasn’t supposed to come back?”

There’s silence on the other end of the call. One second, two...

“Was that a question?” Mr Nikiforov asks, sounding confused. “Why did you think you weren’t supposed to come back?”

Yuuri frowns. Isn’t it obvious? “Are you serious?” He shakes his head, incredulously. “I took you for a burglar! I—I nearly sprayed air freshener into your eyes!”

The voice chuckles quietly.

Here we go again.

“You were protecting Yuri and the apartment. That was quite a brave thing to do. Besides, I hadn’t got to introduce myself yet; as far as you knew, I could have been a burglar.”

But he didn’t lock the damn door...

“Yes, but—”

“I haven’t even paid you for babysitting Yuri yet,” Mr Nikiforov adds then. “You left so suddenly.”

Yuuri winces again. “I’m really sorry for that. I was just—very...”

Embarrassed? Ashamed?

“I see,” Mr Nikiforov’s voice is soft again, like he’s smiling, like he knows exactly what Yuuri wants to say. For a second, Yuuri feels a little bit better. “I suppose I shouldn’t mention the magazine I found in the bathroom, then?”

Any relief and warmth that have found their way into Yuuri’s heart are gone in a blink. He’s never thought his blood could turn so cold in a matter of mere seconds.

The magazine. Oh God.

He left the magazine in the—and he never even—he never even closed it.

Yuuri sits up straight on the bed, fingers clutching to his phone. “Mr Nikiforov!” he calls, petrified. “I promise I—I—It’s not what you think—!”

The man laughs, and even though he does it quietly, the sound of it drums in Yuuri’s red ears. “Don’t worry about it,” he says, catching some breath. “Yuri told me the magazine was his when he saw it—“

Yuuri chokes out an embarrassed sound and hides his face in his free hand. Where’s the death he requested yesterday?

“—and he said he still wanted to ‘see me in it’. I put two and two together.”

What two and two? There’s no math in this situation that could even begin to explain Yuuri’s actions.

Mr Nikiforov continues, though. “You know, you aren’t the first babysitter he tried to scare off.”

That sentence grabs Yuuri’s attention. What Yuri did throughout his first day taking care of him was all... on purpose?

“He wanted me out,” Yuuri speaks slowly with a frown, “so he made me buy him the magazine?”

“Well, I believe he really thought it was me on the cover. But yes, it sounds like him, to tease and try to manipulate his babysitters.”

“But—The magazine was—And you’re alright with that?”

“Of course I’m not alright with that,” Mr Nikiforov sounds more strict now. “I talked to him about it and I fully expect you won’t buy such things again when you’re babysitting my son.”

Yuuri wants to say that he won’t buy such things at all, ever, he promises, but he only nods his head. And then he remembers Yuri’s father can’t actually see him, so he hums in agreement. And then...

“Wait...” He rubs at his eyes. “Mr Nikiforov, does that mean I’m not fired?”

There’s a sigh in his ear. “My name’s Viktor, you can call me that. And yes. Both me and Yuri are expecting you tomorrow. Is that alright?”

Is it? Yuuri clenches his eyes. He made a complete fool out of himself yesterday, he ran out of the apartment like it was on fire. And all the suspicious looks he got when he was grocery shopping with Yuri, and when they got out of the store, too...

But then he remembers how... easy it was when the dirty magazine was hidden in his backpack, forgotten, when he and Yuri were sitting at one of the tables in the ice cream parlour and the five-year-old was stuffing his face full of chocolate mush and whipped cream. Yuri behaved like a little angel when eating ice cream or watching the opening of The Lion King, ready for his nap.

Maybe he will act more like that when he sees Yuuri is back for day two—never mind there was a hiccup—and understands that he isn’t that easy to scare off?

(Never mind that he is. The kid definitely doesn’t need to know that, though.)

“Same time and place?” Yuuri asks finally, letting out an inaudible sigh as he rubs at his eyes again.

“Yes, if that’s alright? Yuri has a private dancing class right before you come to our apartment. His instructor will be waiting for you to take over.”

Yuuri nods to himself. Private dance classes. Of course.

“I’ll be there,” he promises.

As soon as the call is off, Yuuri plugs the phone to charge and falls back on his bed, hands covering his face.

He’ll show the little Yuri that he’s not a pushover and he’ll prove the boy’s father that he isn’t a pervert. It’s not important that the man doesn’t seem to think that. Yuuri thinks Mr Nikiforov might be secretly thinking that, and that’s all that matters.

He nods to himself and rolls onto his side, arm hugging the pillow, ready to sleep.

...why the hell did he agree to go back?

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