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luna0713hunter · 7 months

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Hey love, thank you for the story with insecure Usopp, it was just how I imagined :*

Could you know maybe write for Luffy x f!reader, where is so in love with him but insecure because she knows luffy can be rather childish and she thinks that he maybe does not know how a relationship works or what romantic love is but he notices and they talk and he assures her and like with heavy make out and suggestive at the end like „i‘ll show you how serious i mean this and how much i love you“

Thanks and love

Author's note : thank you both for your kind words!!these two requests were similar so i decided to do them in one fic! Thanks for reading and your support!

Always serious about you

Monkey d.Luffy x reader

Summary : being in a relationship with Luffy was great! It was refreshing,fun and always so thrilling. But... sometimes you cant help but to wonder if Luffy is actually serious about you or is it all just a game to him...

Warnings : hurt/comfort,talk about insecurities,happy ending, relationship doubts

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Laughter fills the kitchen of Going Merry as Usopp tries to fit another cupcake in his mouth.

You watch as Sanji shakes his head disapprovingly,Nami sharing a disgusted look with Zoro who's smirking slightly. And Luffy-

Monkey d. Luffy. The boy you grew up with and loved since the very beginning. The boy who dreamed so big even when he was small;the boy who became your captain.

And now,the boy who became your boyfriend after a tiny peck and shy confession on your part. But as you watch him stuff a donut in his mouth; seemingly competing with Usopp,you cant help but to wonder if you've made the wrong decision.

What if Luffy didnt even know how relationships work? What if he thought your confession was referring to being his best friend or something along those lines?

The thought has you stomach twisting and you gently push your plate away. Sanji,of course notices and shifts his attention to you.

"is the food not to your liking?"

You shake your head with a smile and rise from your sit .

"it was lovely as always Sanji. But I'm afraid I'm not hungry anymore."

"then I will wrap this for when you're hungry."

You give him a grateful smile and nod your head.

"thank you,Sanji."

And without looking at anyone else,you silently leave the kitchen.

As you step on the deck,the cool wind hits your face and makes you take a deep breath;it feels refreshing to get some air. The weather is nice,and the sky is clear. You lean against the railing and rest your chin on top of your folded arms and sigh;the stars are twinkling above and although beautiful,your heart clenches painfully. Your thoughts are dark just like the night sky and you feel tears burning your eyes and you push your face in your sleeves.

You hate this feeling. You hate having to doubt your relationship with Luffy. You hate hate hate, having to think about all these problems alone without any reassurance and a shoulder to cry on.

You hate doubting Luffy,your Captain,and the boy you loved since your childhood days.

The sound of the wind and ocean drowns your first sobs as your tears soak your sleeves,and you crumble on the floor with you head between your knees. You needed comfort,you needed Luffy.

You're so lost in your own thoughts that you dont hear the door to the deck opening,nor you hear the footsteps coming closer to you. You're so confused and lost that when a gentle hand lands on your shoulder,you jerk your head up so fast that you cringe at the whiplash you gave yourself.

You come face to face with Luffy,and your eyes widen immediately.

"L-Luffy-?"

"y/n?why are you crying?!" His hands are frantic as he starts looking for any injuries and when he finds none,he takes your face in his hands, "what's wrong?you suddenly left the dinner now you're crying!tell me what's wrong!"

When you look at his brown eyes,and see so much concern in them,you finally break.

Your sobs are loud and painful as your nails push in your skin and you bite your lip hard to keep yourself from letting out a pitiful whimper. Luffy's eyes immediately draw to your lips that are almost bleeding from how hard you're biting them,and with a sad noise he jumps closer to press his lips to yours.

The action has your eyes widening,and you look at how he's squeezing his own shut.

When he pulls away,his thumb brushes against your bruised lips done by yourself,and frowns.

"don't hurt yourself like that. If something's wrong,tell me and I'll fix it. I promise."

"Luffy," your throat dries and your tongue darts out to wet your lips;still slightly dazed from the kiss, "do you even...want to be in a relationship with me?"

Your question has Luffy tilting his head, genuinely confused by it.

"what do you mean?"

"do you," you huff and rub harshly at your eyes. But before you can do any more harm,He wipes your tears with his own fingers softly, "do you even know how relationships work?like... romantically?" You lower your eyes and bite your lips again, "maybe...you misunderstood my confession?"

Luffy stares at you without saying a word,and when you grow uncomfortable and start fidgeting,he suddenly lets out a loud laughter. You pout and smack him on the head.

"why are you laughing?!"

"how could i possibly misunderstand your confession when i know i love you so much?"

His words silence you and your lips part slightly. Luffy smiles and combs his fingers through yout hair, "i might be childish and immature,but i promise you that I'm always serious about my feelings for you."

He leans forward and presses his forehead to yours,and when he rubs his nose against your own,you giggle and look at him from underneath your lashes.

"you mean it?"

"with my life... I'm sorry i made you think otherwise." His fingers lock with yours and he kisses your cheek sweetly, "let me show you how serious i am about our love?"

You kiss his nose and nod.

After that night,you know to never doubt Luffy's feelings for you ever again.

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P.S : i didnt like how this turned out :( hope you guys forgive me

#monkey d. luffy x reader #monkey d. luffy #one piece x reader #one piece live action x reader #opla luffy x reader

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7ndipity · 7 months

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Secret Crush

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: How they would handle having a secret crush on reader who’s not a celebrity and/or only views them as a friend, so they can’t show their affection.

Warnings: lil angsty,

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anons who requested this! This is slightly similar to the falling for a friend hcs I did a while back, but I thought I’d try to cover the more unrequited aspects, though I'm not the best at those. Hope you like it anyway!

Masterlist

Requests are open

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Jin:

GUILT. He honestly feels so bad that he’s put you in this awkward of a situation, even though you don’t have a clue you’re even in an awkward situation.

As I said before, I think he would try to content himself with just being the best ‘best friend’ you could ever ask for.

Which works, until it doesn’t. Because the closer you get, the harder it is for him to hide his feelings.

He fusses/worries about you a lot.

Would probably get jealous surprisingly easy, but try and brush it off with comments like “They’re just not good enough for you.”

Yoongi:

I’ve said it before, if he doesn’t want you to know about something, you. will. never. know. and that’s especially true when it comes to this.

Even if he’s absolutely head over heels for you, you won’t catch on, bc he finds legitamite excuses for any questionable behavior he might display around you.

Becomes a bit standoff-ish at times, but if he ever sees you struggling with something or needing help, he’s there in an instant.

It honestly gives you whiplash how fast he goes from ‘I don’t care’ to ‘I care a lot actually’, but he claims he’s just trying to be a good friend.

Y’all probably fight a lot, but If anybody else ever hurts/upsets you tho, he will end them(only half joking).

Hobi:

Again, as I said before, he’s naturally a very affectionate person, so how he’d behave towards his crush wouldn’t be that different from how he is with his other friends.

But on the inside, I think he would be overanilyzing everything, trying to make sure he’s not overstepping any bounderies.

Very much the ‘suck it up and smile’ mentality, which isn’t exactly the best/healthiest approach, but he doesn’t care.

So long as you’re happy, he’s happy.

I actually think he would be one of the worst at this kind of dynamic, he’d either end up confessing or distancing himself.😥

Namjoon:

So conflicted.

Might try and distance himself from you at first, bc he thinks it’ll make it easier from him to get over you, but then he just feels lonely all the time, and he’d rather be with you than without you, so he just tries to suck it up and pretend everythings cool.

Which he’s pretty good at, to an extent.

Literally can not stand seeing you flirt or show interest in anyone else tho, like it makes him feel physically unwell. If you do, he’s ghosting for a bit.

You end up developing a very intense ‘on again, off again’ friendship, which results in more than a few fights between you😖

Jimin:

As usual, Jimin is the personification of confusion for me.

Bc he doesn’t exactly hide his feelings towards you, but he’s always tacking on the line of ‘as a friend’ to the end of everything to avoid looking suspisious.

Flirting is basically his second language tho and that will not change unless it makes you uncomfortable, and then he’s the image polite respectfulness.

He just always wants you to be comfortable and happy, but he can get a bit over protective at times for seemingly no reason.

Every now and then though, it starts to weigh on him a bit more and he gets a bit moody and distant.

Taehyung:

Acts completly normal, until he doesn’t.

Can go from beaming and having the best time with you to sad puppy in instant bc he caught himself going to hold your hand or smth, and he has the record scratch moment of ‘wait no, that’s not what friends do’.

Of course you catch these sudden drops in his mood, but he never tells you what’s going on, so you just try to stick closer to him to make him feel better.

Which only increases his frustration sometimes, but other times he can’t help indulging in the affection when he can get it.

Tends to feel guilty afterwards for not being honest with you, but he’d rather have you as just a friend than potentially not at all.

Jungkook:

Not the best at hiding his feelings, but he manages.

His main issue is that he gets jealous and overprotective very easily, but knows he can’t exactly keep you close without drawing attention to himself.

Has nearly gotten into several fights bc he didn’t like the way someone was looking at/treating you. You joke that he’s your guard dog, but he takes it seriously.

Similar to Joon, y’all would end up with this ‘on and off’ type relationship that goes from being super close to barely talking.

Another that I think would either end up confessing anyway, just to get it out there, or pulling away.

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a-small-writer-in-a-big-world · 1 year

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Hello! Got an ask for the 141 team! How would they be with a femMilitaryreader being Irish? And short 🥲.

Love ur writing btw thank you!!

It's probably obvious that I'm American so I will try my best. If I get anything wrong lmk and I will fix it!

141 with a femmilitary!reader who's Irish

Price

With all of them there is a friendly rivalry between you, Price, Ghost, and Gaz because they are British but it comes out a lot between you and Price

He'll say his football team is better which causes you to snap back that no, it's actually shit

It doesn't matter if you're in the same building or if you're at home, if either team is playing, he's going to watch and send you texts depending on what's happening

He will tease you about the way you say things and about how in Ireland everyone knows each other

He fully expects you to tease him back and if you don't he'll be confused

And you do, you give him the most hell because he eggs you on and sometimes you catch him off guard but he always comes up with a comeback

"Lotta talk from someone so small."

He rarely ever takes advantage of your height but sometimes he rests his elbow on your head

Will unintentionally hold stuff out of your reach by accident but will give it to you if you tell him to

Despite the fact that it sounds like you both hate each other you have a strong bond and are always looking out for each other

Ghost

Banter. So much banter.

Honestly he doesn’t care that your Irish. It makes no difference to him and unlike Price he doesn’t bring it up

Instead you both feed off of each others dry humor and wit to talk to each other

He’s more likely to make fun of you if you do stupid stuff

You don’t say anything about him being British either since he doesn’t make you

However when he says something so aggressively british, it’s like you’re going through whiplash and you just have to say something about it

While he doesn’t tease you about being Irish he sure as hell teases you about being short

He will put things on the tops of shelves just to watch you struggle, will hold things out of your reach, and will definitively hold his hand on your head to keep you from him

“Easy there short stuff.”

If he sees that you’re getting frustrated he’ll stop but he won’t apologize directly

He likes you though

Soap

You two together is a nightmare for everyone else

You both tease the others for being british together and will say things to try to make the other uncomfortable

When you two talk, it’s fast and the others struggle to understand what’s coming out of either of your mouths

(Sometimes you can’t understand each other either)

You’re both loud even if you’re not. You just feed off each other energies too much but you’re both having a great time together

Both of you go wild when anyone says something even remotely aggressively British

You both joke about how you both have a deep connection because Scottish and a Irish people get along so well

You both also insult each other sound like you’re insulting each other greatly but you both know it’s friendly banter

By far the biggest tease when it comes to you being short

Uses your head as an arm rest, picks you up announced all the time, hold things out of your reach, all of it

“Didn’t see ya down there, Bonnie.”

Best friends. That’s all.

Gaz

Sweet Gaz you both get along really well but you don’t have a lot of banter between each other

He’s actually more curious about your home and what Ireland is like and will ask so many questions about it

He’s like Ghost in that you being Irish doesn’t concern him at all

You two do joke around a lot tho and he will laugh a lot at the ones you make about him being British

Your quick witted insults and jokes making him belly laugh most of the time and sometimes he has to walk away from you

He’s the only one who doesn’t make fun of your height but sometimes he will rest an elbow on your shoulder if you’ve both been standing for a while

“Arms getting sore, need to prop it up.”

Will help you get things from shelves that you can reach

He will not help you when the others are teasing though he finds it really funny when you get frustrated

He’s one of your closest friends though

#simon ghost riley x reader #captain john price x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #simon ghost riley #mw2 ghost #cod ghost #ghost mw2 #captain john price #cod price #mw2 price #john soap mactavish #cod soap #mw2 soap #kyle gaz garrick #cod gaz #gaz mw2 #mw2 gaz

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twisted-wonderland-shenanigans · 8 months

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Twisted Wonderland Marine Biologist AU Snippet

Hey everyone! I'm still okay, just been dealing with real life stuff and discovered I may have accidentally put myself through a burnout even when I was trying to avoid it. =w=

I've been working through it by focusing on more personal projects and other fandoms, and I've also been focusing more on my physical and mental health lately. I'm getting better every day though, and I'm feeling good about stuff!

Anyway, I know I haven't posted anything in a while since my last update, so I wanted to tide everyone over with a snippet I had written back in May for the Marine Biologist AU. I was saving this for when I finally reached that part of the story and got it off the ground, buuuuut...honestly, it's too adorable for me NOT to share!!!

Reminder that in this and the mermaid AU, there is a communication barrier where humans and mermaids cannot speak the same language. In the Marine Biologist AU though, the boys can understand some if not most words, so they have nothing but time to try and listen to the researchers talk and learn how to speak the language.

So...what happens when our little researcher Yuu just so happens to drop an apple in the tank holding a certain Guppy and gorgeous Betta Fish?

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"Whoa, geez!” Yuu squawked, their hand just barely touching the apple as it bounced off the grating before falling into the water with a ‘plop’. Sighing, Yuu said, “Well, there goes part of my lunch.”

One moment the apple was bobbing along in the waves, the next…a hand reached out and grabbed it, a familiar adorable face emerging from the water to examine his catch. “Oh, hi, Guppy!” Yuu called out, happy to see the smaller mermaid. Violet floated nearby, though it was clear that he was watching them both with that intense gaze of his. “Sorry, that’s not a fish. It’s an apple.”

At that he perked up so fast that Yuu almost thought he’d gotten whiplash, adorable doe eyes looking shocked and amazed as he squeaked at them.

“D…do you know what an apple is?” Yuu asked, earning another insistent chirp from him before they pointed at the fruit clutched in his hands. “Apple. Ahp…pull…”

He looked between them and the fruit, looking so confused for a moment. Then, he held it out and—pointing at it and himself—he spoke and said, “Ahp…ull…Eah…pul…Eahpul!”

Yuu was floored as they stared, not sure if they’re feeling amazement or pure disbelief or both as Guppy continued his game of charades. It was as if he was trying to tell them…

“Is…Ehpul…Eh…pel…Epel…your name?” Yuu asked.

“Yeeee!” ‘Epel’ squealed, practically squirming in place and looking absolutely elated as he nodded enthusiastically. “Epel! Epel!”

Even as he continued chattering in the strange language while still repeating his new ‘name’, Yuu found themselves hardly able to move as they tried to process this new development. Had…they been able to understand Yuu this whole time and just…didn’t know how to communicate back? Or is this a new development brought on by their continuous interactions with the mermaids?

Once he had calmed down, Epel had turned his attention back to the apple and curiously sniffed it. Then—before they could think to try and get it back—he had taken a bite out of it and chewed. A moment later his eyes grew wide, the ear fins wiggling as a wide (chubby cheeked) smile bloomed on his face and he let out a high-pitched warble.

“Huh…? Do…you guys actually eat fruit?” Yuu uttered in amazement as Epel chomped away at the fruit faster than they could blink, practically swallowing the core whole before licking the juice off his fingers. A moment later he lunged up onto the deck, peeking over the edge as he sniffed around like a cat on the hunt. “Whoa! Slow down there! I don’t have any more apples if that’s what you’re looking for.”

Once he seemed to realize this, he looked up at Yuu and-

'Oh no...those are the cutest puppy eyes I've ever seen!!' Yuu thought. 'How does a mermaid know how to do the puppy eyes?!'

"Ahpul...app...le," Epel chirped. "Apple..? Apple!"

"O-okay, okay! I'll go and get more apples for you!"

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland marine biologist au #twst marine biologist au #I had so much fun writing this scene back in May and really wanted to share it earlier #I hope everyone enjoys it nonetheless!#epel felmier #pomefiore

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kiana-kaslana-423 · 7 months

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Hi! I've read a few of your fics and enjoyed it, you're writing style is nice!

If you're taking requests, then Mobius and Vill-V with a MANTIS reader that has a personality/mannerisms and looks that is a mixture between Binah from Library of Ruina and Ozen from Made in Abyss, maybe just toned down a little.

Gives everyone the worst possible vibes but enjoys tea with her significant other paired with long conversations that are insightful, though the usage of metaphors and similes makes getting straight answers a bit difficult to get for some, but also not afraid to give tough love to her lover when it is rightfully deserved.

(note: I am not too familiar with both series, but their appearance and vibes are up my alley)

Mobius, Vill v x Binah and Ruina! Reader

☆ Fem Reader that has the personality/mannerisms of

Binah and Ozen ☆

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I don't know if you wanted them separate or not so I'm just

going to make them separate!

and you guys love making me do research frfr but it's fun!

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!! Not comfy with men will block on interaction !!!

• I'm sorry to say this but Mobius hated you at first-

• She was first intrigued by your coldness, mysterious and dominant personality but when she tried to talk to you and get answers about who you are and what you do but she was only met with stupid verbose metaphors and similes, never did you once give her a straight answer to one of her questions! Even though she could be like you sometimes, she likes people to give straight up answers to her

• She was confused and a little bit frustrated to say the least so if you don't give her the answers she seeks, she's just going to watch you from afar and that's exactly what she did! She followed you for a couple of weeks and she noticed a couple of things about your personality and characteristics

• With new people that come into your domain that you work at, you normally call them 'your children' or something polite like that, you take on a more elder role within your workplace so that's why in her opinion you call those people 'your children', you tend to be more easy going with them and help them out a little bit when they are in trouble and whenever you see a child, you instantly become overprotective and you despise lying to them even if it means telling them brutal truths

• But with anybody else like your colleagues or strangers, a coldness dominates your personality and you can often be cruel and apathetic. You can switch your personality so fast that it gives her whiplash sometimes- Not like she would ever say it though.

• Mobius is confused with your personality, she doesn't understand you which makes her frustrated and is a little bit meaner to you because of it, she wants to solve you like a puzzle, a puzzle specifically made for her.

• But eventually those feelings passed and she got to know you more- it was kind of enemies to lover you could say? It's very confusing how you guys even got together but in the end you did!

• And it gave her big whiplash when you started to be nice to her and started to invite her to have tea with you whenever you can but the downfall is that you give her tough love when it's rightfully deserved, she just doesn't like when people tell her no or tell her off but she'll listen to you sometimes

• Vill v is definitely more than interested in you when she sees you! A hot women that's cold, mysterious and dominant?!?! You know she has to check it out! Not letting a chance like this pass up frfr—

• And When she talked to you and get to know you because Vill v who wouldn't want to get to know a hottie like you? But like always you only spoke with verbose metaphors and similes but surprisingly Vill v didn't get mad at first! She just pulled out a whole notebook and started to write down what you said and started to legit stand there and figure it out-

• if she can figure it out, great! If she can't, she's going to be pissed off for a couple of days, only focusing on this- She finds you so mysterious and she wants to figure out who you are and she will eventually figure it out, she's the Great Vill v!

• From then on Vill v would talk to you and understand the way you speak, she might even try to say some things back to you but it probably is going to be bad and confusing so- Probably from a little bit of time after that you guys would get together!

• She's not a big fan of tea but she likes Monster Energy! So she'll just have Monster Energy in her teacup instead and if she ever tries to make tea for you, it's boiled Gatorade-

• She likes when you're nice to her but cold to everyone else, it makes her feel special and better than everyone else but she is confused about why you are not cold to new people that enter your domain that you work at? You always call them 'your children' and are gentle with them, Vill v doesn't understand and when she tried to get an answer from you, she couldn't figure out the metaphors and similes you were using this time for some reason? She could tell that you purposely made it complicated- Ass hole!

• She doesn't really care about kids so she'll just let you do whatever you want

• Vill v also doesn't like when you stop with her doing stupid shit, she rather have you praise her instead of you telling her about how stupid that was and giving her tough love- she'll just mumble under her breath and tap her foot on the ground until you finish

#honkai impact 3rd x reader #honkai impact x reader #honkai x reader #honkai impact 3rd #honkai impact #honkai #mobius x reader #mobius #vill v x reader #vill v #vill-v #binah #ozen

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bagerfluff · 7 months

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Capes and Nothing To Do

After years the Villain had finally done it. After years and years of failed plans and fighting Hero, they had done it. The Hero's city was destroyed. Fire roamed the city like wild horses. Smoke filled the sky like water filling a glass. The Villain stood on top of the tallest building in the city.

Despite winning, the Villain didn't feel like they won. What were they supposed to do now? The city was destroyed, the Hero was caught in their lair, and everyone that had wronged them were either dead or in jail. So why did the Villain feel like this?

Like they could die and they would be fine with that. Like they can retire as the Villain and be happy with that. Like they could do nothing and they would be happy. Like they had nothing else to do, they had done everything they wanted to do with their life. Like they could die and they would be fine with that.

The Villain shook their head, no they won they should be happy. Then why are they not? The Villain was so distracted by their thoughts that they didn’t notice a henchman walking up behind him. “Sir” the henchmen said, not stuttering like most of the henchmen. The simple word caused the Villain to jump a bit and turn around so fast you would have swore he got whiplash. “Yes the Villain said, gathering themselves back up into the mask he was so used to in a matter of seconds. “The Hero sir” the henchmen said and that got the Villain’s attention. What happened to the Hero?

Did they escape, did they get hurt, did the henchmen hurt them? “What happened?” The Villain said, forcing their voice to stay cold and emotionless, like always. “I think you should see for yourself sir” The henchmen said and that caused the Villian to get curious. Why couldn’t the henchmen just tell him. “Fine” The Villain siad getting off the roof and moving to their lair, which happened to be right next to it. As the Villain walked to the prison where they keep everyone they captured.

As they entered the Villain was shocked by why they saw. The Hero hadn’t escaped and they weren't hurt. But there they were, sitting on the floor, wrapped in the Villain’s cape. The Villain was shocked. Why was their cape down here and why was the Hero wrapped in it. “W-what are you doing?” The Villain asked yet again in that cold voice. “Sitting here” The Hero said, scowling and with a sneer in their voice. The Villain was confused again by the simple answer the Hero gave.

“Your city is in ruins. You are-” The Villain stopped with his statement. Walking closer to the Hero. “You’re wrapped in my cape”. Swallowed in the thick fabric, the Hero’s face was the only thing telling the Villain that that was in fact the Hero. The Hero’s face was also caught between a pout and a scowl. “It’s cold down here, you left it in reach. If you weren't too tight to heat your lair while keeping trapped down here I would have to resort to thievery". "You look adorable” The Villain said, forcing a sneer in their voice, because they did. The Hero did look adorable wrapped in their cape, and with a pout on their face.

The Villain thought for a moment. It was really cold down here. And why was the Hero here? The Villain had already destroyed the city, and what was the Hero going to do now? Attack him in his lair with all of his henchmen. Becised the Villain was bored. “Come here” The Villain said in a cold voice that somehow felt colder than the room. The Hero’s face formed into one of confusion as the Villain grabbed the Hero’s arm and pulled them up and out of the prison.

As the Villain pulled the Hero out the Hero was so confused. What was the Villain doing? Were they going to kill him? The Hero then got scared and asked “what are you doing?” “What do you mean?” The Villain asked, turning around. “Why are you releasing me?” Hero asked, The Villain sighed, for being the once city's Hero they were dense. “Because” The Villain started, continuing to walk. “Your city is already destroyed” The Villain said matter of factly “and I was bored” The Villain said as an afterthought.

“Plus what are you going to do” Villain said. “Kill me”. Hero looked at the floor. What was he going to do? His city was destroyed. They had failed. Everything they had done hadn’t failed. What was he going to do now? He certainly wasn’t a hero. Villain looked back and realized that Hero wasn’t following them and was looking at the floor. “What are you doing?” Villain asked as they made their way back to Hero. “What am I going to do?” Hero whispered. “What?” Villain asked.

“WHAT AM I GOING TO DO” The Hero yelled at no one in particular. They were angry. The Villain had won, the hero had failed, they had failed. “YOU WON I FAILED” The Hero yelled, letting the cape around their shoulders fall to the floor. “I have no purpose” The hero whispered. Now sad. The Villain looked down “neither do I” they whispered. The Hero looked up, shocked. What were they going on about? They had won.

“I won,” The Villain said, somehow knowing what the Hero was thinking. “But what do I know?” The Villain turned to walk out the door and the Hero quickly followed. The door led to what appeared to be the Villain’s bedroom. The Villain sat on their bed and patted the spot next to them, inviting the Hero to sit next to them. The Hero sat down next to the Villain, waiting for the Villain to continue. “I can’t really get a new job” The Villain laughed “And neither can you”.

The Hero thought about what the Villain said. They were right. What would they do now? “What if” The Hero started. Villain looked over at them. “We do nothing together” Villain liked that idea. Villain guessed that there were very few people left in the world. “Yay,” Villain nodded. “I like that” Villain grabbed Hero’s hand and squeezed it. Hero smiled at Villain and Villain gave a small smile back. They both couldn’t do anything, so why not, not do anything together.

#lgbtq #short story #oneshot #villain x hero #hero #villain #hero x villain #soft hero #soft villain

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Lonely

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Elvis Presley x Reader

Fandom: Elvis (2022)

Request: Yes by Anon

Warnings: Slight Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1,836

Materlist: Here

Summary: When Elvis tells his family back at Graceland that he couldn’t be home for Christmas, his wife has to quell their children’s tears all on her own.

“Now, I’m sorry mama. But I just can’t get over there. I’m booked solid for interviews, and shows. I can’t leave mama.” A deep sigh came over the phone, which didn’t make the man feel better.

“You’re kids are waitin’ for their daddy, Elvis. Now what am I suppose to say to them?” A female voice replied. The exasperation was thick from the phone call she was currently having.

“I’m sorry mama. There ain’t nothin’ that I can do. My hands are tied.” Another sigh, and a pause of silence.

“Fine. I’ll let the kids know. When will you be home?” She asked, not looking forward to facing her children.

“I should be back for New Year’s. I’m really sorry mama. You don’t deserve this.” Elvis’ voice was starting to match hers, and he sounded close to tears.

“I knew what I was signing up for when I married you, El. It’s just one of those things. We’ll get through it. Listen, I need to get dinner on the tale for the kiddos. Do you want us to call before bedtime?” His wife was always understanding, but it didn’t make him feel any better about missing a Christmas with his family.

“I’d love that, baby. Is ‘Cilla and Lisa Marie there? They keepin’ y’all company?” She chuckled at how excited he sounded about the whole family being together for the holiday.

“Yes they are, daddy. They’ll call later. I love you, rockstar.”

“I love you too, muse. Talk to y’all later.” The call was disconnected. In that moment, the woman realized what she was going to have to do. All her children could talk about was how they hoped Elvis was going to be home for Christmas. She took in a deep breath, and closed her eyes, trying to will the tears away.

“Mommy?” The small voice of a little girl caught the woman’s attention. She looked down and saw her daughter, Love, waiting at her feet. Her mom picked her up and started to walk into the living room where the rest of family was.

“Are you sad mommy?” Her daughter asked, still at that age where she could recognize the emotion, but she didn’t quite understand what that meant.

“I’m alright baby girl.” She set her down with her brothers and sister. Jesse and Aaron were just a year older than her but the difference between the five and six year olds was startling. Lisa Marie watched over everyone and gravitated towards Love the second she was down. Mrs. Presley sat next to Lisa’s mother on the couch in silence. The other woman watched the sullen woman for another moment or so before she spoke up.

“He got held up with work, didn’t he?” Her head snapped over towards Priscilla so fast she thought she had whiplash. All she did was smile at that confused face.

“I’ve gotten that phone call before. I know that look, hun.” She held Elvis’ wife in her arms, and allowed her to take a few deep breaths. Once she had recovered, Priscilla released the woman.

“I just don’t know what I’m gonna tell the kids. They were so excited for daddy to finally be home after so long away.” The woman watched her kids play together, wishing desperately for her husband to be there with them.

“I know. But you’ll figure something out. You always do.” If there was one thing about the Presley’s, it was that they always found some way to overcome their troubles. With just a few days left until Christmas, she was worried that her husband wouldn’t find a way to come home. She didn’t think that they could pull out of this. The bad news didn’t stop Elvis from eagerly talking to his kids on the phone later that night. Each one told him what kind of presents they wanted, how they wanted to spend Christmas with him, and Priscilla. And even he couldn’t gather the courage to tell his kids that he wouldn’t be there for the holiday. He just didn’t want to crush their dreams just yet. So all the adults let their kids go to bed believing that daddy would be home for Christmas.

Christmas Eve. A day that was suppose to be happy and filled with family, was spent alone and lonely in California. Sure it was lovely to see the palm trees decorated with lights, it it wasn’t the same as helping his kids put up their homemade ornaments on their tree in the living room.

“Ah my boy! Christmas Eve! What a lovely day indeed. Such a beautiful day for a show.” The loud booming voice of the Colonel interrupted Elvis in his dressing room. In the younger man’s hand was a picture of all of his kids, him and his wife, and Priscilla from last Christmas. He couldn’t stand that man’s cheerful exterior at this time; not at a time where all he wanted was to be on the other side of the country.

“Yeah. I suppose.” His thumb absentmindedly traced over the photo, thinking about how excited his kids face was going to be Christmas Day when they got all their presents. However his mind drifted to how disappointed they were going to be when they found out that they were going to be separated by the Mississippi River and then some. Thankfully, the Colonel seemed to have the sense to allow Elvis a moment before he continued.

“Yes… well, let’s not keep the good people waiting. They’ll be expecting you today and tomorrow.” Elvis blindly followed the man out of the dressing room and towards the stage, but his mind wasn’t on the shows ahead. He wanted to hold little Love as she opened her doll that she had begged them for the whole year. He wanted to rough house with Jesse and Aaron and make sure they were too tired to do it at the table for dinner. He wanted to see Lisa Marie be a great older sister, and give her a hug as she was usually in California. All he could think about during the show was how he wanted to be at home, with his wife next to him, Priscilla nearby, with the kids unwrapping their gifts with glee.

That was what he wanted for Christmas. That was his Christmas wish. After the show that night, he knew he had a choice. Stay in California and do his shows nearby, disappointing his family, or go home for Christmas and disappoint his fans. He knew exactly what to do.

Priscilla always helped tuck the kids in for bed which was a great privilege with two girls and twin boys. The boys always seemed rambunctious, and the girls got distracted by anything and everything. However, it seemed that telling them that they wouldn’t get presents if they stayed up too much longer put them in a very sleepy mood.

Lisa Marie went to bed with no problem. She brushed her teeth, washed her face, and combed her hair. The stuffed animal she slept with at night was tucked safely under her arm as she drifted off to sleep.

Jesse and Aaron were the next to go down. Even if they splashed water at each other when they washed their faces. The boys went to sleep on opposite sides of the room, excited for what the following morning would bring.

Love was the last to go. Mostly because her mom wrangled the boys, while Auntie Cilla took care of Lisa Marie. But she was so good, and waited patiently for her mother to help her go through her nighttime routine. As she was being tucked in, with the nightlight on, she got a quizzical look on her face.

“Is daddy coming home?” Her mother took a moment to pause, not wanting to accept the fact that this was her first Christmas alone with her kids.

“He’s gonna try to get home to you, Love bug. Go to sleep, or Santa will pass by the house.” She pressed a kiss to the little girl’s head and left the room. She took a moment to breathe once she was outside, before moving to place all the gifts under the tree. Priscilla helped her, and helped keep her distracted while they placed the gifts. Even though he wasn’t going to be there, she still placed her husband’s gifts underneath the tree. That night she slept alone in their bed, with cold sheets greeting her back. She drifted off into a peaceful sleep, dreaming of her husband and their kids and family all together for Christmas.

Squeals awoke the woman the next morning. Groggily she sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes while her kids barged into the room. They bounced on the bed, begging her to get up, Santa had come and they were excited. Priscilla stood in the doorway silently before she eventually ushered the kids out of the woman’s bedroom and into the living room.

“Merry Christmas. I think Santa left you an extra present under the tree.” Huh? In her sleep clouded haze, Mrs. Presley had no clue what Priscilla was talking about. But still, she got up and changed into something a little bit more presentable before she came to the landing where her children waited. She took Love by the hand and the other three zoomed past her. Loud laughter filled the living room and she couldn’t believe her eyes when she looked at what was happening in the room.

There her husband stood, dressed and ready for Christmas. She turned back to Priscilla with wide eyes, and she only nodded at the woman.

“Daddy’s here! Santa brought daddy!” Love exclaimed next to her, and took off after he siblings. They tackled Elvis down to the ground, and everyone simply laughed as he let it happen. He finally seemed to realize their was an audience waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs, and stood up. He stalked up to his wife, grabbed her in his arms, and spun her around. His face was buried in her neck while she laughed with her whole body. Elvis set her down gently and pressed an equally delicate kiss to her lips. When they pulled apart, the shock didn’t seem to die down.

“How… wha- huh?” She was utterly confused. But all Elvis did was smile.

“I came home last night. Got in about 1:30,” he grabbed her hands tightly, “all I wanted for Christmas was to be home with y’all. So I canceled the shows for today and tomorrow. I will have to be back there until the 28th after, but beyond that I’m all yours. I think I deserve some family time for the New Year.” His words were strong yet gentle and they struck a chord in his wife. They spent the rest of the day doing what they loved; playing, laughing, eating, and simply being together. It was, possibly, the best Christmas the Presley’s ever had.

#rebelliousstories #writing #austin elvis imagine #elvis imagine #austin elvis x reader #elvis presley imagine #elvis x reader #austin!elvis x reader

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tarisilmarwen · 9 months

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Rebels Rewatch: "Flight Of The Defender"

We go for a fly and a ride, and the ancient guardians of Lothal awaken.

Live reaction version.

KITTIES! :DDDDDD

We're revisiting allll the familiar locations this season aren't we?

The bright bouncy tones of the opening cue and this particular area of Lothal still looking relatively pristine and untouched are bit of a mood whiplash from last episode. (But then of course the Empire can't have mining crawlers getting too close to its landing strips, the smoke would interfere with pilots' visuals.)

It's vaguely implied that Ezra connects with these Loth-cats, possibly even calls them? They're immediately eager to help when the Rebels need a distraction and it's definitely possible they read Ezra's intentions and were like, "HELP FRIEND."

"The Empire has been fortifying their anti-aircraft defenses." Ha ha yeah you run afoul of those later don't you?

"And there are some new fuel tanks near the factory." *SOBS ENDLESSLY*

Also:

This contrast is immediately horrible. "Zero Hour" was three weeks from the start of this season. "In The Name Of The Rebellion" a couple days out from their victory at Mandalore. It's not clear how much time elapsed between then and "The Occupation" but it can't have been too long, Ezra was already agitated about Lothal after parting with Saw and his words still seem fresh on his mind in "The Occupation". (And as a side comment, I love how deeply connected to Lothal Ezra is, that he could sense the danger Ryder's group was in across that distance.)

This complete burnishing of the grasslands happened within a few weeks to a couple months.

I noted in my original liveblog that Ezra uses "Phoenix 6" randomly here, instead of the usual "Spectre 6", that Hera also calls him. I'm still confused about if that was a mistake or not or if they use the callsigns interchangeably.

I cannot emphasize enough how well they portray the TIE Defender Elite here. It is so fast, so maneuverable, they manage to make it move like a fighter jet. It never looks clunky or unwieldy, just sleek and quick and able to turn seamlessly on a dime.

And predictably my ship will be spending a lot of quality time together this episode, as Ezra immediately assigns himself to come with Sabine onto the dangerous Imperial-filled airstrip. <3

Yeah no I think Ezra definitely connected with the Loth-cats prior to this and they decided they liked him enough to volunteer. He didn't specifically call them or influence them but I like the idea that he's just... open enough in the Force to them right now, so connected to Lothal itself, that they became his allies anyway.

Possibly it was this general openness that called the Loth-wolf to him too.

Anyway, let this be a lesson to never antagonize the cats. Or any of the local wildlife for that matter.

Snippets of the Imperial March as the shuttle sets down, and then a couple blaring notes recalling "Thrawn's Web". Something interesting musically I've touched upon in my commentary but I'm reminded of again hearing this: Thrawn is nearly always musically represented in the score with organs. The organ is an instrument we basically never hear in the Rebels score until Thrawn enters the picture, so any time you hear the hint of an organ note, you can immediately recognize Thrawn's presence.

Aaaaaand there's "Thrawn's Web" playing out more fully.

There's an interesting chime here that plays when the wolf first catches Ezra's eye, it's overlaid by strings and synths and the little vertigo effect the camera uses on Ezra and the way the music abruptly cuts out when Ezra's discovered almost makes it seem like the wolf drew him into some kind of brief trance.

My son just rolls with it, decides to absolutely embrace the chaos he's capable of generating, love it.

"Well Ezra, you certainly got their attention." "I'M GLAD THIS IS WORKING FOR YOU!" I laugh every time I swear, lololol.

I remarked on it before but this is a lovely use of the environment. I love when action setpieces do that. This whole sequence is just such a lovely demonstration of Ezra's skill and competence. <3

And the little shit has the audacity to casually "Hey!" Thrawn, I love him so much.

Ooof with how Ezra ordered Zeb and Ryder to leave with the info and how he told Sabine to get out I think he may have possibly been planning some kind of Jedi self-sacrifice? In which case ow my heart.

This bit here where Thrawn stands unflinchingly in front of the oncoming TIE Defender is a visual reference to a shot from the movie Patton I'm pretty sure. Fitting, as it's German general Erwin Rommel, who clashed with the titular General Patton in the WWII theater, that was one of the inspirations behind Thrawn.

Aaaaaand there's Thrawn sacrificing pilots to prove a point again. Ngl, he's one of the better Imperial commanders to work under but you still get a raw deal if you're too low-ranking, the man will throw you like a meat shield at his enemy to test their mettle and be completely unconcerned when you die.

Ezra: *tells Sabine to hang on*

Sabine: *literally clings to the back of his chair*

Also, do note the sonic boom. The Defender Elite is supersonic.

Oh, this shot where the Defender just threads the gap between two stone pillars? *chef's kiss*

Even Ezra looks a little stunned by how maneuverable the thing is.

Think I noted it before but Sabine sounds really stressed about the kill switch. 'course she experienced it firsthand.

Their banter this episode is amazing I love it.

Hera looks really worried here. Given that her two youngest Spectres were (essentially) kidnapped and taken off into the unknown by Saw just recently maybe it's warranted.

Yeah uh, y'all were never going to make it far enough away from the crash site lugging that thing. Hiding it was a way better plan.

Subtle animation appreciation moment: The mist drifting over the ground here.

Sabine not seeing the Loth-cat we can maybe chalk up to her just not seeing it, because unlike the wolf the cat is definitely an animal that normies can see. (Ryder in "Legacy", for example.)

Another semi-random musical score note: Snare drums are used primarily for the Empire, probably owing to their usage in militaries and marching bands. Hear a snare drum in the score? Audio shorthand for the Empire.

"Ezra and Sabine have each other. They'll find their way home." Kanan says, to comfort a worrying Hera, and I awwww.

Ezra continually getting distracted by the Loth-wolf reminds me of how his attention kept drifting with the purrgil.

Sabine's barely able to help him keep focused lol.

Of course Sabine remembers the wolves from the artwork of them, ha ha.

YEAH NO THAT'S NOT A SIGHT I'D BE COMPLETELY COMFORTABLE WITH EITHER.

The Loth-wolves as a concept are pretty basic but also not quite fully explained. We know they're guardians over Lothal and strongly connected to the Force, motivated to protect it from the Empire in general and Palpatine's machinations with the WBW in particular. But the show also kind of just lets them... do things and doesn't explain them.

Like I'm still not entirely clear on why this wolf had to knock Sabine out with a sleep suggestion. Is it that they're not quite ready to reveal themselves to the mortals yet?

Despite doing so literally the next day?

IDK whatever the motivation it did provide me with these lovely bits:

The fearful warble in his voice when he asks, "What did you do to her?!" How he reaches for his lightsaber and doesn't let go of it until the cat appears and the wolf clearly shows it's aligned with it through the little ear wiggles.

How even though the wolf has tentatively gained his trust he's still all *anxious noises* about it handling her. (Watch how many times he looks back and forth from the wolf to Sabine.)

And they way he is so gentle and careful with Sabine, handling her so tenderly this whole ride.

There's something kind of Miyezakian about this cue in the score, it sounds reminiscent of the theme from Princess Mononoke. (Which I'm pretty sure must have imprinted on Filoni as a wee mini young'un to inspire his lifelong wolf obsession.)

*side eyes the writers*

*whispers* If no supposed to ship... *gestures inarticulately*

Kanan believes Ezra about the wolf though, even if he gets all weird and cryptic about it. Frankly I think the "All paths are coming together now." line maaaaay have just been inserted in this scene for trailer purposes lol. It does seem a little out of place.

Another solid entry. The animation is beautiful, the fur on the Loth-wolf is a vast technical improvement from the wookies all the way back in the pilot, with several individual tufts and segments operating independently to move more naturally around the animal's body. The design is basic, just a normal wolf shape with the tooka chicken feet and scaley foreheads, but solid.

Thrawn remains unflappably intimidating. Pryce continues to prove the more hotheaded of the two, which will come back to bite her hard this season.

Aaaaaaaand of course Ezra and Sabine have the most adorable interactions this episode. From the sharply-written banter to their genuine concern for each other, to Ezra's absolutely tender cradling her for the duration of the midnight wolf ride. I was spoiled and I enjoyed it, sue me.

I do maybe wish we could have had a bit more explanation behind the Loth-wolves instead of having them be mysterious for the sake mystery but that's about it.

#star wars #star wars rebels #ezra bridger #grand admiral thrawn #sabezra #rebels rewatch #liveblog

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posthocpaganda · 11 months

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More TMNT post hoc propaganda because this tournament has me in a deathgrip

@tmnt-crossover-polls

My AU's song is Dentist from little shop of horrors. A very fun choice to work with for sure. I'd look it up for some context on this

Raph sat on one of the benches of the practice rooms next to Chase, taking care not to rumple his dress, arms crossed as he watched House rehearse his part of the song

He didn't like how much enthusiasm he was putting into the lyrics.

Donnie and Foreman stood in front of House, seemingly doing another review of the script both of them sported focused, instense expressions as they wrote a few notes on it

Behind him Mikey was giggling, spinning around in his own lilac dress, clutching its skirt with both hands.

Raph frowned unhappily at the sight. He was going to end up stretching the fabric if he kept doing that

"You're having a lot of fun with that" said Cameron suddenly. The faint undercurrent of surprise in her voice made him narrow his eyes at her

"What, you've got a problem with it?" Said Raph with a snarl, not missing a beat

"No, of course not" She immediately denied. Since she seemed to be telling the truth he backed down, relaxing on his seat once again "And they don't either I just haven't met many teenage boys so excited to try on a dress"

"That sounds like a them problem" Called Miley loudly, spinning faster and faster trying to make the fabric flare up

At that moment House hit a particularly loud note and Raph's attention drifted naturally back to him, to the way the man sang the creepy lyrics almost too gleefully...

Was he the only one unsettled by this!?

Normally Leo would be the first one to be wary of these things but… it seemed that he was too focused on the musical thing to care, even sneakily encouraging House to crank up the psycho act, intent on winning the competition. He even spent most of the time practicing his part, when he thought no one was listening

Really, most of the reason Raph was even humoring this was because all that enthusiasm. Leo was clearly very invested in this for some reason

House hit another loud high note, face twisted in a huge, unsettling smile.

Raph scrunched his nose in discomfort

"It's a bit creepy isn't it?" Said Mikey, walking to his side with unsteady steps and flailing arms, clearly dizzy after all the spinning.

Raph was about to nod, thankful for the support when the next words came out of his brother's mouth, freezing him in place

"Thank god dentists aren't real" He said, absolutely seriously

Every person in earshot of that statement turned their heads so fast it was a wonder none of them got whiplash

"What?" Asked Cameron, blinking dumbly

"Yeah" Affirmed Mikey non-pulsed, like nothing was wrong about what he had just said

"Mikey" Raph managed, looking at his brother in disbelief "Mikey dentists are real"

His little brother squinted at him for a second before relaxing one more

"Pshhhh" He said rolling his eyes "I am not falling for that one again bro. You're not gonna scare me with that"

Chase spoke next, leaning forwards slightly, expression slightly manic as he said the next word

"They are real"

At this Mikey froze, looking between the three of them with an expression that quickly changed from scepticism to pure horror as he the realization set in

"No" He said, absolutely horrified

The three of them nodded silently

"Why aren't we doing something about this?" He asked in a high, breathy voice

"You… want to do something about the dentists?" Asked Chase, clearly confused

"We can't let them get away with this" Confirmed Mikey grabbing Raph's shoulders before storming off to find Leo

For the next half an hour they had to stop the rehearsal, as Leo tried to convince Mikey that no, they couldn't go around beating up every dentist in New York no matter how much Mikey insisted that they were already used to fighting evil scientists

#propaganda #post hoc propaganda #tmnt crossover #I can't stop #help

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freedomarrow · 4 months

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If Leonardo listened closely, he'd be able to hear the most curious assortment of noises outside his lit window — A quiet scraping against the brick, a muffled jingle a-jangling ever closer, and finally, an impatient rap-tap-tapping on his windowsill — Standard practice for them, perhaps, but when granted entry, Edward comes spilling into the other boy's room with distinctly more gusto and jingling than usual, owed partially to the hat adorned with a bell that goes spilling to the floor with him with a yelp and a cackle.

He doesn't revel in the tumble overlong though, rolls and leaps back to his feet so fast a lesser man might get whiplash. He's a man with a mission! He's a man with a gift to deliver di-rect-ly to its recipient with all the grace and nowhere near as close the stealth of the Winter Envoy themself!

"Leonardo!!!" Edward looks like there's a thousand thousand things he wants to do at once, aglow with energy, but stuck in a split second of indecision between slinging his arms around the other, throwing confetti and hollering 'HAPPY WINTER FESTIVAL' and immediately shoving the wrapped gift in his hands into Leonardo's. He decides to mash 'em all up, instead, dragging Leonardo into a hug, parting with a cheer for the season while pressing his wrapped parcel into the other's hands; Expectantly, Edward gestures with something between a handwring and a fistpump. "Open it, open it!" he chants, until the other does.

Inside is a little journal, the kind that would fit in any realistic pocket, the paper disorderly in a way you know it must be hand-pressed and uncut, bound in leather and blue string, bound by a matching leather cord — A loop on the inside holds a little feather charm, specifically with the ones Edward knows Leonardo likes using for fletching, kept in place with a simple string braid and a couple of beads. On the first page, painstakingly written so its legible: FROM EDWARD, with a smiley face drawn in the corner below it. The paper isn't his work, and he did need to ask around a bit to figure out how to do the rest, but…

Proudly, Edward beams. "Here, for you. So you can take notes wherever you go!"

His first reaction to the orchestra of whatever that is reaching him from the outside is confusion, followed quickly by a well familiar feeling of "ah". The familiar signal distracts him from studying the gift he had received from Pelleas in greater detail - which is fine, books can wait and Edward certainly cannot - and he gets up from his seat to open the window, as though this was a perfectly normal occurrence, which he supposes in some ways, it is.

From anyone else, this would not be such a welcome surprise, but the knowledge of the visitor's identity prompts a smile. Yeah, in retrospect, he expected that, did he not? Or at least, he should have.

And so, the gateway is opened and Leonardo takes a step back to allow the other some room, and some room is certainly needed as the other boy tumbles into his room, prompting a soft chuckle from the blond right on the spot. He is then swiftly pulled into a hug - one he returns, arms wrapped around the other tightly up until he begins to move again - and a gift is pressed into his hands.

"Alright, alright, haha. What, will it get bad if I take a minute too long? Hang on..."

He removes the wrapping and smiles brightly as he spends a moment examining the journal. "This is handmade? I didn't expect you to go this far... It looks wonderful, and it will definitely be useful." Edward knows him well, but to say that is to say nothing at all - they are, after all, not just best friends, but next to family, as they have been for years. To that end...

"I'll treasure it, thank you. Now just a moment - I was going to find you later, but since you were faster..."

With that, he makes his way over to his cupboard; opening the door, from the upper shelf, he withdraws a small package of his own and hands it to the other, his expression warm as he does. "You didn't expect to be the only one gifting something today, I hope."

Should Edward open it, he would find a few tools that, in spite of being very necessary for someone like him, were not always a given for him to have easy access to: a handy metal file, a small whetstone and a little bottle of oil for it, some sandpaper, and a pocket-sized block of wood.

"I wanted to go for something practical, and I know you don't always have an easy time finding sword sharpening tools, so I decided to get you a set that's easy for you to carry even just in your pockets. Hope it comes in handy." And helps keep you safe. The last part is left unspoken, but hangs in between them nonetheless.

"Happy holidays, Edward."

This time, Leonardo is the one to initiate an embrace anew.

#justicesblade #【 i have my orders ⁎ ic 】#【 i grow fond of the faces around me ⁎ ask 】#【 a friend’s outstretched hand pulls me into the light firm in support and hope ⁎ support: edward 】#((explodes you with my mind))

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Always be your king of hearts - Ten/Yangyang

Ten couldn't take it watching everyone fawn over Yangyang, his Yangyang so he leaves his mark. Later, at the hotel, he finishes showing him who he belongs to

{possessive Ten, body writing, mommy kink}

Ten was seeing red. He tried hiding it in front of the fans, smile and look ecstatic - I mean, don’t get him wrong, he was so happy to meet them - but he couldn’t stop stealing glances at the blue team. His jaw set as he bit down on his own teeth at the sight of Seungyoun adjusting Yangyang’s mask, smiling brightly at him. And to make matters worse, not only was Yangyang smiling back, he was giving him one of those shy, soft smiles Ten himself hadn’t seen in ages. It wasn’t fair. He hadn’t seen him in two days and had barely had the time to see him since he arrived from Korea (let alone kiss him) and now he had to watch someone else be all over him.

“Okay everyone, we’re going to take a small break but we’ll be back shortly!” Ten heard the MC tell the crowd. He tried his best not to rush backstage, forcing himself to smile at the fans and throw finger hearts at them but he was restless. He had to talk to Yangyang, hold him in his arms, kiss him all over. He wasn’t usually this possessive - okay, sure he always got a little jealous seeing Yangyang hanging out with other people, like Renjun or Shotaro, but not like this - he wanted nothing more than to kiss him in front of everyone, bite his neck and cover him in marks and bruises.

Ten finally managed to escape, waiting by the door for Yangyang to arrive.

“What - what are you doing?” Yangyang asked, brows frowned in confusion as Ten grabbed him by the arm and pulled him all the way to the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

“Are you having fun, baby?”

Yangyang swallowed as he nodded, looking at the weird smile on Ten’s face - it wasn’t his usual smile and there was something off about his voice too, as if Ten was trying to sound sweet but there was a strange undertone to it. Maybe he was just tired.“Yeah, and Seungyoun hyung is so nice, do you know he speaks five languages?”

“Yeah?” was all Ten could say, that same ugly jealousy burning in his chest, “Seungyoun is taking really good care of you, isn’t he?”

“He is! And Prem too…it was nice being on their team”

“Better than being on mine?” Ten couldn’t help ask.

“What? No, of course not,” Yangyang said, looking down at the floor, cheeks dusted in pink, “you know I would rather be with you,” he whispered.

“Are you sure? You seemed very happy when they were all over you…”

Oh. Yangyang got it now. He looked up with his bright gummy smile, looking Ten right in the eyes. “You’re jealous,” he said, voice laced with glee, his smile growing even bigger at the offended look on Ten’s face.

“I’m not jealous,” Ten scoffed, looking away from Yangyang’s eyes, “I just don’t like it when others play with what’s mine…”

“I think that’s the definition of being jealous…,” Yangyang said with a laugh, eyes shiny with joy, “you think I’m yours?”

Ten turned his head back at Yangyang, so fast he almost got whiplash. He was already staring at him with the most infuriating smile Ten had ever seen plastered on his face. God, Yangyang would never let him live this down. “You are mine”.

“And you’re not gonna do anything to prove it? You have me at your mercy in this locked bathroom and not even give me a kiss?” Yangyang said, heat pooling in his tummy at the way Ten was staring at him. He had never seen Ten like this and it was doing funny things to his heart - and his dick, but mostly his heart. “Maybe I should go back to Seungy -“

Ten didn’t let Yangyang finish his sentence, pushing him against the wall before smacking their lips together, his hands landing roughly on his hips. He tilted his face to deepen the kiss, pushing his tongue into Yangyang’s warm mouth, happy when there was no resistance before taking a step further, fully sandwiching Yangyang between him and the wall, kissing him over and over again. “You’re mine,” he said again with a harsh pant when he pulled away from the kiss, searching for Yangyang’s eyes, his hands tightening their hold on his small hips. He wanted them to bruise.

“Yours,” was all Yangyang could say, still a little disoriented from the hungry kisses, his arms standing dumbly at his side, head lolled back against the wall.

“Only I can make you feel like this,” Ten said, voice much softer than before as he pushed himself back into Yangyang’s personal space, nosing up his long neck before peppering his jaw in kisses, “right?”

Yangyang hummed in reply, tilting his face to give Ten better access, one hand sliding up to Ten’s head, tangling in his hair. They probably had to get back soon but Yangyang wasn’t ready to go back yet. He wanted to savor this moment with Ten, feeling him leave wet kisses on his neck as his hands slid under Yangyang’s shirt, blunt nails lightly scratching the skin.

“Ten - Ten, we can’t,” Yangyang said with a small whine when Ten started sucking on the skin right under his left ear, his legs feeling a little less stable than before, “people will see it, there are cameras outside…”

Ten sighed as he pulled away after one last kiss to Yangyang’s cheek. He was right. They had no time to redo their makeup and they couldn’t risk the mark becoming visible. But he needed to leave something, something that told Seungyoun and Prem to back off his baby. “Give me your arm”

“Why?” Yangyang said as he lifted his arm, eyes stuck on Ten, “what do you need it for?”

But Ten didn’t answer, he simply grabbed Yangyang’s arm with one hand, pulling a marker out of his back pocket with the other. Yangyang looked intrigued as Ten removed the cap with his teeth and led the marker to his inner forearm.

Without much thought Ten made the marker glide on Yangyang’s skin, writing down “TENS” in big, capital letters. He was about to add the apostrophe next to the N when he thought better, it couldn’t be that obvious. He went over the S with the marker again, covering it with a heart before adding another heart above his name and then a crown on top. “What do you think?” he said as he looked back at Yangyang, pleased with his work.

“I like it, my king of hearts,” Yangyang said with a teasing smile.

“No - that’s not what - shut up”

“I want to write something too, give me the marker!”

Ten did as Yangyang asked, handing him the marker before he grabbed onto his arm. He watched curiously as Yangyang kissed his wrist before scribbling something, his body keeping whatever he was writing out of Ten’s sight. It tickled though and Ten was glad it didn’t take too long to write otherwise he would have started squirming around. Finally Yangyang moved away and Ten could see that he had left his mark too, branding his name on his skin with his cute handwriting so that everyone could see. It just made Ten want to kiss him again, push him against the wall just like before or bend him over the sink and have his way with him, but there was no time. Still, he grabbed the marker from Yangyang’s long fingers and uncapped it again, smirking as he lifted Yangyang’s shirt, all the way up to his neck before leaning forward and peppering his chest in kisses, his mind filling with memories from a couple of months before when he had just gotten back from China. But it wasn’t the time for that now. He pulled away and winked at Yangyang before leading the marker back to his skin, slowly writing “TEN’S” just above his heart and surrounding it with small hearts.

Under Ten’s intense gaze, Yangyang brushed along the word with the pads of his fingers, careful not to smudge the still fresh ink. He wanted to go back to the show shirtless, show everyone his chest so that everyone could see: his heart belonged to Ten. “You have no idea how much I want you right now,” Yangyang whispered softly, staring up at the wall clock, discussing with himself whether or not he had the time to sink to his knees and suck Ten off but sadly they didn’t have much time. Maybe if he tried to make it quick.

“What?” Yangyang asked cautiously when he looked back down to find Ten looking at him with a hungry expression.

“Turn around and take your pants off”

“Ten, we don’t have time for that”

“Trust me,” Ten said while rolling his eyes, his expression turning into a pleased one when Yangyang did as he had told, removing his apron and unzipping his pants, pulling them down to his knees before bending over the sink.

“I don’t have any lube and I’m not exactly prepared,” Yangyang said as he turned his head slightly to look at Ten behind him.

“What are you talking about?”

Yangyang stared at Ten, forehead wrinkled as he frowned, eyes traveling from Ten’s confused face down to his arms and then to his hands, one of them still holding the marker. Oh. The marker. It was a bit unusual, yes, but Yangyang was so desperate for Ten he would do anything at this point. “It’s not too big, water should be enough,” he said as he reached back to spread his cheeks, eyes still stuck on Ten’s hands.

“What the f - “ Ten started, stopping dead in his tracks when he followed Yangyang’s gaze to his hand, “oh my god Yangyang! I’m not going to fuck you with it…”

“Oh,” was all Yangyang said, slowly letting go of his ass and standing up a little taller, his cheeks burning bright red when he heard Ten cackling behind him.

“So desperate,” Ten said fondly as he hugged him from behind, kissing the back of his neck, “do you need to be touched that badly you actually thought I was going to shove a marker up your ass? That’s so dirty, baby…”

“When you say it like that,” Yangyang grumbled, looking down at his feet, praying Ten never shared this story with anyone else.

“Oh baby, don’t worry…I’ll take care of you when we get back, okay? Now, bend over again”

Ten waited until Yangyang got back in position before getting back to work, scribbling down “little” on one ass cheek and “whore ♥️” on the other. He smiled softly as he drew a smiley face on the back of his arm and wrote “LOVE” on the other before placing one hand on his back, his smile growing even bigger as he pushed him further down before writing “TEN’S” right above his crack with an arrow pointing down. Perfect.

“What are you writing?” Yangyang asked as he tried to look back only for Ten to cover it with his hands.

“You’ll see it later,” Ten said with a smirk as he pulled Yangyang’s pants and underwear back up, “just avoid bending over while the cameras are around,” he continued, kissing Yangyang’s back, right between his shoulder blades before turning around to leave, leaving Yangyang fumbling with his zipper.

“What do you mean by that? Ten -“

“Oh look at the time, we’re late, come on before someone comes looking for us!”

— —

The rest of the day had gone impossibly slowly. At least his plan seemed to have worked, Seungyoun looking at the writing on Yangyang’s arm before looking back at Ten with a raised brow before smiling sheepishly, a knowing look in his eyes and lifting his hands in surrender as he took a step away from Yangyang. Good. Still, he nearly jumped into the car when he had the chance, happy to see Yangyang seemed to be equally as desperate, immediately holding onto his hand and sitting as physically close without being in his lap as possible. Ten slid one arm behind Yangyang’s back, placing his hand on his hip, so low it was almost on his thigh, “the things I’m gonna do to you once I get you all to myself,” he whispered in Yangyang’s ear, pleased with himself when Yangyang shivered against him, a small whimper caught in his throat.

Luckily the car ride didn’t take long, Ten and Yangyang excusing themselves from the managers claiming they were too tired from filming all day. It was obviously a lie and sometimes Ten wondered if the managers had any idea of what was happening - but if they knew, they kept quiet as Ten and Yangyang tried to act normal.

“I missed you,” Yangyang whimpered once they were in their room, his back against the door. They hadn’t been inside for one second before Ten was pushing him against it, and pulling him into a kiss, his hands traveling up and down his body.

“I missed you too, my baby,” Ten whispered back before leaning forward and nibbling on Yangyang’s jaw, pushing him closer to him. He could never get enough of Yangyang. Couldn’t get enough of his kisses, or his touches, could listen to his breathless moans forever.

Yangyang chased Ten’s lips with his own, pulling him into another kiss as Ten pulled away from the door, walking backwards towards the bed and pulling Yangyang along with him. Impatiently he tugged on Ten’s shirt, wanting nothing more than to feel his warm body against him, memorize it with his fingertips.

Ten flipped them around at the last minute, pushing Yangyang down on the bed before pulling his shirt over his head and climbing on top of him. They shared a hungry look, Yangyang holding tightly onto his biceps and wrapping his thighs around his waist as he pulled him closer.

“Always so desperate,” Ten cooed as he let Yangyang rub himself against Ten’s crotch, his cock clearly already hard inside his pants, “you would cum like this if I let you, wouldn’t you?”

Yangyang nodded as he pulled Ten down hard, slotting their lips together in a messy, uncoordinated kiss. He didn’t want to think anymore, just wanted to feel Ten’s touch, to feel Ten’s lips against his, his cock hard against his own. He had been dying for this from the moment he had stepped out of the plane. It should scare him how desperate he was for Ten after only two days of not seeing each other but those were problems for non-horny Yangyang to think about.

“Fuck me, please Ten, I’ve waited all day…”

“Fuck you? I don’t know,” Ten teased, cupping Yangyang’s cheeks and bumping their noses together.

“I can call Seungyoun hyung…” Yangyang said with a sly smile as he looked up at Ten between his lashes, that nice heat pooling in his stomach at the dark look on Ten’s face.

“No,” Ten barked, tightening his hold on Yangyang’s cheeks until he forced his mouth open, “you’re mine, only mine,” he said in a low voice before spitting in Yangyang’s mouth.

Yangyang moaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head, hips bucking up wildly against Ten as he felt Ten’s spit landing on his tongue. He needed Ten to do something and he wasn’t against crying to get his way, but before his eyes could brim with tears Ten was leaning down, kissing him again, a messy, open mouthed kiss, their teeth clinking together once or twice.

“As if Woodz could turn you into such a needy whore just by spitting in you,” Ten teased before leaning back down, nipping up and down Yangyang’s neck, their crotches rubbing together as Yangyang sobbed in his ear.

Yangyang whined softly when Ten got up and left the bed, suddenly feeling way too cold without his warm weight above him.

“Come with me, baby,” Ten said, reaching one hand towards Yangyang and helping him get up, “it’s time to show you what I wrote earlier”

Oh. Yangyang had forgotten all about it. He followed Ten to the mirror and let him carefully remove his shirt, his eyes immediately zeroing in on “TEN’S” written above his heart, causing warmth to invade his chest. He was so distracted by it, he barely felt Ten pulling his pants down, only noticing it when he tapped on his thigh to get his attention. He stepped out of his clothes, his cheeks bright pink at the sight of his naked reflection, while Ten still stood half dressed behind him, glued to his back, his arms strongly wrapped around his waist.

“You’re so beautiful, I never get tired of looking at you,” Ten admitted, his voice reaching levels of softness it usually only did after they had fucked for hours and both their bodies and their minds were on the brink of exhaustion, “and you’re all mine. My little whore…”

Yangyang’s breath got caught in his throat, his cock twitching in interest as he stared at the teasing smile on mirror Ten’s face. He let Ten turn him around, his back towards the mirror and finally looked back, squinting to read what was written on him, his eyes nearly bulging out of his face when he saw it all.

“Ten!” Yangyang said as he quickly turned to look at Ten, eyes open in surprise. “You let me walk around all day with that written…what if someone saw it?”

“It would mean they were looking where they weren’t supposed to,” Ten said with a quiet laugh before pulling Yangyang into a placating kiss, “imagine someone seeing it and knowing you belong to me, this,” Ten continued as he squeezed Yangyang’s ass, “this belongs to me”

Yangyang was still blushing as he hid his face in the crook of Ten’s neck, pleasure licking at him as he fully understood what Ten was saying. He really didn’t know what had gotten into Ten today but he wasn’t about to complain, not when Ten’s words had his body breaking out in goosebumps, shivers of pleasure traveling down his spine.

“Write more,” Yangyang whispered in Ten’s ear, wrapping his arms around Ten’s waist.

“You want more? Okay, I can do that…” Ten whispered back, as he fished the same marker from his pocket. He stared at Yangyang’s body, thinking hard about that he was going to do before turning him back around, quickly getting to work, scribbling “slut”, “whore” and “mine” wherever there was an empty space. When he was happy with it, he walked around Yangyang before kissing him hard on the lips, laughing when Yangyang tried to follow him as he pulled away, “such a needy mouth…”

Yangyang whimpered softly as Ten brushed his lips with his fingers, his mouth dropping open as his tongue peeked out, lapping at Ten’s fingers desperately.

“Yeah, that’s it, show me what your mouth is good for,” Ten said, not much louder than a whisper as he led the marker to his cheek.

Yangyang peeked over Ten’s shoulders, his cock jerking at what he saw. In Ten’s neat handwriting were the words “cum here” with an arrow pointing into his open mouth. He felt his legs trembling as he followed along with Ten’s scribbles “squeeze” written across his throat, embellished with hearts and stars, “pinch” next to his nipple, more “sluts” and “whores” than he could count and even more “mines”, there was “Ten’s” written right above his bellybutton and “cumslut” just bellow. It was embarrassing how hard he was getting just from being marked and it didn’t help when Ten dropped to his knees in front of him, looking up at him from between his pretty lashes.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Ten teased as he flicked Yangyang’s cock, making it bounce against his stomach as he whimpered, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…let me kiss it better,” he whispered before taking Yangyang in his mouth, eyes immediately watering when he took him all the way down, the head lodged in his throat. It was not fair that Yangyang had a dick this big when he didn’t know how to use it. He should teach him one day - but today he had other plans; he kept bobbing his head up and down Yangyang’s shaft, nails digging painfully into his tiny hips, leaving behind half crescent marks, tears streaming down his face as Yangyang sobbed, lost in pleasure.

“Lie down, baby, don’t want you hurting yourself,” Ten cooed as he pulled away, voice a little rough, as he pulled Yangyang down by the hand until he was down on his back, legs spread to make space for Ten. He grabbed the forgotten marker before spreading Yangyang’s legs further apart, bending them at the hip as he lay down between them. “You have such pretty thighs,” he started, drawing wavy, feather light lines on his soft skin, watching in delight as he shuddered, his cock bobbing against his stomach; he then went back to writing, filling both thighs with “mine” and “kiss” and so, so many hearts.

“Please Ten, put it in your mouth again,” Yangyang begged, fidgeting with the loose carpet threads, trying his best not to touch himself. He had been so close just before and it was the only thing on his mind now.

“My needy little slut,” Ten cooed, voice dripping in affection as he threw the marker to the side, wrapping his arms around Yangyang’s thighs and swallowing him whole, his nose snug against Yangyang’s skin. He had to hold him down as he swallowed around him with a groan, the vibrations sending shivers up Yangyang’s spine.

Both had tears in their eyes as Ten kept sucking him off, alternating between taking him deep down his throat and teasing the head with his tongue, quickly driving Yangyang to the edge.

“Ten, I’m gonna cum,” Yangyang sobbed, fingers clasping in Ten’s hair, trying to pull him away.

“Cum in my mouth, baby” Ten said quickly before diving back down, going so deep he couldn’t breathe for a couple of seconds, swallowing around Yangyang’s leaking cock once, twice before pulling back up, concentrating on the head. Once he let one of his hands slide from Yangyang’s thigh down to his balls he knew he was a goner. It only took him fondling him once for Yangyang to cum with a desperate moan, Ten’s mouth becoming so full it almost leaked out.

“Thank you, that was so - fuck, that was so good,” Yangyang babbled, his next probably incoherent sentence interrupted by Ten appearing above him, forcing his mouth open with his fingers. His eyes nearly crossed as he tried staring at Ten, a new wave of pleasure building in his gut when he realized what he was doing; without needing to be told he fully opened his mouth, his tongue sliding out as Ten spit Yangyang’s cum back in his mouth, slowly, oh so slowly as Yangyang moaned underneath him, until there was no more and he then watched as Yangyang swallowed his own release, eyes fluttering shut and a soft smile on his lips.

“You’re my perfect doll,” Ten whispered, leaning down to kiss Yangyang, a groan leaving his throat when Yangyang bucked his hips, rutting his now soft cock against Ten’s hard one, “need to fuck you so bad, turn around…”

Yangyang got on his hands and knees as Ten went to look for the lube, he looked ahead at his reflection in the mirror, blushing bright red at the view: he could see Ten’s writing all over his body, especially the one on his cheek as Ten’s words echoed in his mind “my perfect doll”. The idea of Ten treating him just like an object he used to get off excited him more than he was keen to admit at the moment but before he could dwell too much on it Ten was back behind him, already spreading lube on his fingers.

“You can do it quickly, I - I want you to feel good…” Yangyang muttered, pushing his ass up and spreading his legs as much as he could in this position.

“Oh, you’re so good for me, such a perfect slut,” Ten said, dropping one noisy kiss to Yangyang’s ass cheek before slowly pushing two fingers inside, his dick twitching at the sight of Yangyang laying his chest on the ground, pushing his ass closer to him, a string of loud moans and whimpers falling from his lips as Ten kept fucking him open.

“Is it too much, doll?”

“Fuck, no, no - don’t stop, it’s not - feels good, feels so good,” Yangyang wailed, his nerve endings screaming in overstimulation as Ten twisted his fingers around until he hit his prostate dead on. Oh, Yangyang wanted to cry. He probably was, in fact. His cock was leaking precum (postcum? Fuck he didn’t even know anymore) all over the carpet even though he was still soft and at the back of his mind he felt bad about the poor cleaning lady who was going to deal with the stains but those sorts of thoughts took too much brain power so Yangyang just shut them down, instead worrying about hiccuping and sobbing, begging for Ten’s cock like the good slut he was. Ten’s good slut.

“I’m going to fuck you now, baby,” Ten said, not really sure Yangyang was listening, as he lubed himself up, his clothes forgotten in a pile nearby when he had gone to look for the lube, and finally lined himself up, pushing in in one quick motion. Fuck, Yangyang was always so fucking tight. Ten took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before starting a series of slow but deep strokes, causing Yangyang to slide forward on the carpeted floor.

Yangyang couldn’t stop moans from falling freely from his lips at the feeling of Ten’s cock spreading him open. He was going slow enough that he could feel him brushing along his walls, but going so deep he could feel him in his tummy. It was driving him crazy. He needed more, it’s all he could think about, begging words falling from his lips without him even realizing it.

“Mommy,” Yangyang sobbed, his tears soaking into the carpet, “mommy, please harder”.

Oh, Ten thought, it was one of those days.

“Mommy’s got you, baby, mommy’s got you, my perfect little doll,” he cooed, picking up his pace, fucking deeply into Yangyang’s tight heat. He knew he wasn’t going to last at this pace but it seemed neither was Yangyang, his cock filling up once again and pathetically leaking uninterruptedly. “Look at yourself, baby,” Ten said with effort as he wrapped one arm around Yangyang’s waist and another around his chest and lifted him up, placing his hand on his throat to keep his head from lolling to the side, “such a brainless slut for mommy, isn’t that right?”

Yangyang nodded as his lips trembled, fat tears running down his cheeks. He was so desperate, bucking his hips into thin air, pitifully looking for friction on his spent cock.

“I want to hear you, whose brainless slut are you?”

“Mommy’s, only mommy’s,” Yangyang moaned, trying to look away from his reflection but Ten wouldn’t let him.

“Not Seungyoun’s?” Ten teased.

“Who?” Yangyang whispered, confusion clear in his fucked out voice before his face opened up in recognition, “no, just mommy’s, I’m all yours, all yours…”

“That’s right, mommy’s slut, keep looking at yourself…such a pretty little doll, perfect for mommy,” Ten whispered in Yangyang’s ear, pulling him closer as he kept fucking him at a brutal pace, his hair sticking to his forehead as beads of sweat dripped down his back.

“Mommy, mommy I can’t hold it”

“Are you gonna cum for me, princess? Go ahead, you’ve been such a good fuck toy for mommy, you deserve it,” Ten praised, one hand sliding down to wrap around Yangyang’s cock. He only needed to tug twice before Yangyang was cumming all over his hand, his thighs trembling in effort. “Shh, lie down, baby, be good and let mommy finish,” he cooed, carefully helping Yangyang down so he was back on all fours, elbows keeping him up for a few seconds before he fell back to the ground, Ten holding him up by the hips.

Yangyang squirmed around as Ten kept fucking him relentlessly, his pace desperate and erratic as he chased his own release, soft coos and shushes falling from his lips. It was all too much and at the same time not enough and Yangyang feared the moment Ten finished because he couldn’t stomach being away from him right now. He watched from the mirror’s reflection as Ten pulled out with a groan and came all over his back, making the already sweat-smudged writing look even smudgier.

“So pretty like this,” Ten whispered, mostly to himself as he fished his phone from the pocket of his forgotten pants, quickly snapping a picture of Yangyang, all sleepy and fucked out on the floor, covered in cum and cheeks covered in tears, smudged marker all over his body, his hair a sweaty mess and his knees red from rug burn. He was perfect. And he was all Ten’s, no one else got to see him like this.

“Don’t go,” Yangyang sniffled when Ten tried to get up. It wasn’t unusual for him to get like this after they were done, still needing a few minutes of cuddles before doing anything else.

So Ten did as Yangyang wanted, lying down next to him, pulling him to his chest and pulling his leg over his thigh, his hand sliding to his knee, “does it hurt here, baby?”

“Burns a little,” Yangyang mumbled, placing his hand on top of Ten’s over his sore knee.

“It does? I’m sorry, doll, mommy will make it better,” Ten cooed, softly massaging his knee as he pulled him into a gentle kiss.

It would take several minutes until Yangyang perked up a little, looking a little less fucked out as he brushed his nose with Ten’s, peppering his jaw with soft kisses.

“Are you fully back with me? Can I clean you up now?”

“Yeah, I would like that,” Yangyang replied, getting up with Ten’s help but immediately feeling like his knees were about to give up underneath him.

“Come on, princess, mommy’s got you,” Ten teased, picking him up from the floor, grunting in effort as he tried to walk to the bathroom as quickly as possible.

— —

After a good bath and room service, Ten and Yangyang were back in bed, snuggled into each other’s sides, Yangyang’s head laying on Ten’s firm chest as he drew random shapes with his fingertips.

“Oh, by the way, one of the fans asked me to be her boyfriend…” Yangyang muttered, looking up at Ten and watching in delight as Ten’s face darkened for a second, before laying his head back down, “I said I had to ask my mom first…”

“Hmm, is that so?” Ten said with a smirk, softly carding his fingers through Yangyang’s still humid hair before pulling on it harshly, forcing Yangyang to look up into his eyes when he nodded, “mommy says no one else is allowed to have you,” he whispered in a firm voice before colliding his lips with Yangyang’s in a breathtaking kiss, that flame of possessiveness licking at his insides once again.

Yangyang was HIS baby.

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zykamiliah · 2 years

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been wanting to get into mdzs for a while but the multiple adaptations and multiple names for the same thing are very confusing to me…. I know svsss, mdzs, tgcf are different series but do they feature any of the same characters? or are they unrelated? which do you recommend starting with?

hello anon!

non of the three novels feature the same characters in the same universes, they're unrelated. Fandom just likes to make crossovers.

I don't know which to recommend first. Do you want to go from most popular to less popular novel, or do you want to read them chronologically?

In order of popularity: MDZS, then SVSSS or TGCF (i'm not putting my favorite in last place *sobs* and svsss has more fics in ao3 anyway)

In chronological order: SVSSS, MDZS, TGCF.

I read MDZS first bc it was recommended to me, and then I read SVSSS.

Mo Dao Zu Shi has four mediums by which you can experience the the story:

The novel, which is the original

The donghua (animation)

The live-action, called The Untamed

The manhua (webcomic)

my experience with mdzs was: try to watch the donghua, fail at that (the subtitles were too fast + i got really confused about the timeline bc Mo Xuanyu, and Wei Wuxian looked the same). So in the end I went to read the novel (Exited Rebels Translation, the one that was complete at the moment) I ended up reading the novel and watching the animation at the same time, the first season. It gave me beautiful visuals to keep in mind when reading + gorgeous music.

Irt to the live-action, I tried to watch it once and it was too... bleh for me 😅 I didn't like it for a bunch of reasons, the censorship aspect as one of them, but the most important is that it butchers mdzs's plot and it's characters in many ways. It's good that it has a different name.

Now, the it's pretty good! I think it's very faithful to the plot of the novel. So i'd say that if you don't want to read the novel but want to get the full story, go for the manhua. Both the live-action and the donghua are censored and the bl aspect of the story is left ambiguous. If you just want to know what the hell mdzs is about, go for the donghua.

SVSSS sadly only has the one adaptation, the 3D donghua Scumbag System, that's basically vol.1 of the official translation. Again, if you want to quickly know what SVSSS is about, go for the donghua, but if you want the and uncensored full story, read the novel.

I think it also depends of the type of story you like to read. The tones are very different (SVSSS, it's wild and chaotic, it swings between satire, comedy and angst in such a way it gives you whiplash) so you'll have to decide for yourself :'D Sorry for not being of more help asdfgggh

#zyka reply #Anonymous #svsss #mdzs #if anyone wants to add on this feel free to do it please

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sebsxphia · 2 years

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Okay so Rebel x Coyote alternative timeline.

It starts soon after Rebel graduates Top Gun, shes two years behind Hangman and Coyote but they had left a mark with their cocky attitudes and wanting to fuck anything with a pulse so she had quite a negative view of them from the get go. Unfortunately for her, she gets stationed with the two for her first mission after Top Gun. With Hangman seeing her as a new toy to play with as soon as she arrives on the base bur Coyote is absolutely enamoured after flying with her for the first time and doesn't just want to fuck her and leave. After their first training session together the entire team go to a local bar and Hangman approaches Rebel, his usual cocky grin on his face and Rebels wingmen (lets call them Typhoon and Hurricane for now) watch with amused smirks as Rebel not only rejects him but roasts him as well, because while Rebel is a sweetheart at her core she can give as much as she takes and always so much fun to watch her do it and see the cocky men that flirt with her just absolutely crumble and she rips them bare of their ego. Coyote watches on, smiling into his beer the whole time seceretly happy that she knocked Hangman back, but knowing his own reputation matches Hangmans he hangs back and instead approaches her between training sessions and slowly starts to get to know her. Knowing he won't remember everything, Coyote writes everything down in a notebook. After a few weeks of this, Coyote approaches Rebel in the bar after they complete their mission and asks her on a date. At first Rebel is apprehensive but then Coyore lays out his plan and shes taken back, surprised that he remembered all those little details about her and she agrees. Their next day off the two head out in the morning to Rebels favourite coffee shop and then to a book store, where as Rebels browsing through the books Coyote is watching on a love struck look on his face as the feeling of 'im going to marry this girl one day' settles over his chest, after the book store they go and grab some ice cream and go for a walk in the park and then finally dinner at one of Rebels favourite places to eat. Throughout the two never stop talking and Rebel realised Coyote was so different than his reputation, much like herself, and he was sweet and kind and funny and everything you wanted in a man. As he walks you to your door at the end of the night, Rebel kisses him with the promise of a second date. That second date turns into a third and then a fourth and then a fifth where he asks Rebel to be his girlfriend. They continue to date, under the nose of their Admirals and teammates including Jake. Even as they get seperated on different deployments they continue strong, constantly emailing and writing and even video calling when they can. Thankfully, their leave always seemed to match up with one another and they were able to see each other. The two are on leave before their called back to Top Gun, and this is when Coyote proposes and Rebel says yes but she wears her ring around her dog tags making them hard to see. At this point, nobody but Typhoon and Hurricane knew they were together after they visited Rebel and Coyote opened the door shirtless, so when Rebel turns to Coyote after a night at the Hard Deck and ask if they can go home, Hangman chokes on her beer and nearly drops the bottle on the ground as he eyes the two with a "what the fuck", but hes ignored as the two walk out of the bar, hand in hand and the rest of the squad is staring on with confused looks before Typhoon pipes up "They're engaged idiots." Typhoon swears the rest of team should have ended up with whiplash with how fast they whipped round to look at him

oh oh oh!! i love this so much!! 🥹🥹

i think coyote would fall for rebel so easily because they lowkey remind him of jake. jake has been his best friend for years and he knows jake has this hard and teasing exterior, but can actually be incredibly soft on the inside, exactly like rebel. coyote already feels like he knows rebel because of this and that’s why he’s completely enamored with them.

i absolutely adore the trope of ‘secret marriage but it’s kinda of obvious and hilarious when the ball drops for the last person’, e.g. jake in this case. jake wants to run out after them and hurl questions at them, but he’s so shocked it kind of just brews for him.

thank you so so much for this incredible idea my dear anon!! i’m in awe of the detail you’ve got for these drabbles and i’m so grateful you’ve sent them to me!! mwah!! 💌🫶🏼💖

#💌you’ve got mail #jake hangman seresin #javy coyote machado

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kharti · 2 years

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Jack strode out from his quarters with the wide gait of someone who wasn’t as hungover as he should have been.

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Jack strode out from his quarters with the wide gait of someone who wasn’t as hungover as he should have been.

Izzy, meanwhile, was sitting on the deck with his back against the main mast, his head in his hands. He tried to be in the center as much as possible, to reduce the sensation of the ship’s movements. He tried not to move himself.

Fuck, he hated the way alcohol made him feel the next day.

“All right, then,” Jack said as he walked past him. “Time to set sail.”

Izzy’s head jerked up with too much force. “What?” He scowled, standing up, staggering a bit. “Do I need to remind you that you don’t have a crew?”

Jack stopped and looked over his shoulder with a grin. “Sure I do! I’ve got you, and that’s more than I got here with.”

Izzy had to take a moment to find his footing before he moved away from the mast that had served as his anchor all morning.

“Are you telling me.” Izzy stopped in front of him and tilted his head back to ensure his snarl couldn’t be missed. “That you sail this ship. Alone. With no crew.”

“Gotta get from one place to another, don’t I?” Jack rubbed the side of his nose with his thumb. “Ports kick me out pretty fast.”

“You fooking imbecile,” Izzy growled. “That’s how you get shipwrecked.”

Jack’s grin widened and he leaned down closer to him. “Aw, Izzy Iz, are ya worried about lil ol’ me?”

“I’m worried about me getting killed by you.”

Jack patted his cheek with the rough skin of his palm. “Don’t worry. Haven’t killed myself yet, don’t plan to start now.” And then he turned away, gesturing vaguely. “Be a good first mate and get the sails ready for me!”

Izzy stood there, hands clenching and unclenching as anger and disbelief and a small flash of fear broiled in his chest.

“No,” he said in a quiet voice.

Jack stopped, but didn’t turn around. “What’s that?”

“No.” He leaned into the anger, shoving aside the other feelings. “I’m not fucking sailing without a crew.”

Then Jack whirled around and closed the distance between them with alarming speed, his face red as he barked out, “Ya may choose to not call me captain, but I am your fucking captain, piss shit.”

Izzy’s back arched as he tried to both straighten up and lean away. Like the dog he was, he heeled, all pretense gone, leaving him with his soft parts exposed.

But before he could be cowed into submission, Jack laughed, a loud and deep sound from his gut.

“That’s what Blackie would say, right? Fuckin’ hell, that man is extra.”

The sudden whiplash left Izzy feeling raw and exposed and more than a little confused. Confused at Jack, but more than that, confused at how his body reacted on its own. Confused that he felt—disappointed.

“Yeah, fuck, when you’re right, you’re right. That’s why I need ya by my side.” Jack patted his face again, but it seemed more affectionate, more tender, before the man pulled away. “You go get us a crew, piss shit.”

The enunciation this time was fond, familiar. As if they were old friends.

They were longtime acquaintances, but Izzy would have never, ever called Jack a friend.

He still didn’t. He didn’t know what the man was to him. He didn’t know, really, what he was to Jack.

So he took the excuse to disembark back onto the docks, to stalk the port in search of anyone who looked capable of doing more than scratch their own ass thinking it their face.

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hufflepuffwithaslytherinkink · 1 year

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Tacenda - Chapter 9 Snippet

Eleanor turns to see Theo already studying her, lounging lazily in his chair, his eyes hooded and looking almost intrigued.

She rolls her eyes at him before leaning back in her chair. There’s nothing for them to do, they’d already finished their lunar schedules the week before.

“So…” Theo says continuing to watch her. “How was today?” He asks casually.

Eleanor turns to stare at him incredulously. What was he doing?

“What?”

“How was today?” He says again politely.

Eleanor opens and closes her mouth turning to face the front before looking back at him.

This is fucking surreal.

“How was today?” She repeats her voice full of disbelief. Was this really happening.

“I asked you first but alright.” Theo says happily. “It wasn’t too bad, I had transfiguration, which you were in. Ancient Runes, which was a drag and spent most of the day listening to Draco drone on about how he’s involved in something really important and how he’s better than the rest of us. So overall a rather miserable day until now. Your turn.”

He stares at her patiently waiting for her to answer.

“I’m sorry.” Eleanor says in confusion. “What’s happening right now?”

Theo gives her an amused smile. “I believe it’s called a conversation. You see you asked me a question I answered it, then I asked you one so you’re supposed to-.”

“Yes I know that.” Eleanor hisses, silencing him as his eyebrows shoot upwards. “But what are you doing? Why are you talking to me?”

Theo’s lips twitch a little before he answers. “Well, we’ve already done the work and if we don’t talk we’ll have nothing to do. Besides, it was you that told me I needed to get my head out of my arse and act civil. Yet it appears it’s you that needs to heed that advice right now.”

Eleanor gapes at him. Had she taken drugs? Did someone spike her?

“I’m not doing this.” She tells him turning her attention away.

“Doing what?” He asks, seemingly puzzled by her reaction.

Eleanor turns back to him with a sharp look, she raises her hand gesturing between them.

“This, whatever you’re doing right now. I’m not going to sit here and pretend you don’t hate my guts and would happily strip me of my wand without a second thought.” She tells him.

Theo sits up a little straighter. “Is that what you think?” He asks.

Eleanor grits her teeth. Hadn’t he said that the day before?

“It’s what I know Theo.” She says bluntly.

“Theo.” He smiles at her.

“What?”

“You just called me Theo.” He says sounding ridiculously happy.

Eleanor almost bites her tongue off she’s gritting her teeth so hard. Why did she have to slip up like that?

“That’s your name, isn’t it?” She spits.

“Yeah but you haven’t called me that since… well.” Since his dad was arrested for becoming a death eater. Since she lost all hope that he was at least a little bit good. Since she knew he literally had no respect for her just because of her family.

He shifts in his seat looking uncomfortable. He clears his throat softly before changing the subject.

“Anyway, how was your day?” He asks again.

Eleanor wonders if he’s lost his mind.

“Are we seriously doing this?” She asks him.

Theo nods waiting for her to continue. Eleanor let’s out an annoyed breath before leaning forward.

“Well I couldn’t sleep last night, so I’ve been exhausted all day. I nearly fell asleep in every class and practically drowned myself in my porridge. I was question by some of my friends who are concerned and more than willing to kick your head in if needs be. I realised I have way too much homework to even attempt in such a sleep deprived state. Then I come here and your mood swings are so violent I think I’ve got whiplash.” She tells him.

Theo frowns as he listens to her. Probably because she said her friends wanted to kick his head in.

“Why couldn’t you sleep?” He asks, his brow is furrowed and he actually sounds concerned.

This is too weird.

“Because.” Eleanor says defensively.

Theo raises one of his eyebrows. “That’s not an answer Eleanor.” He says simply.

Eleanor’s head spins so fast she feels dizzy. Did he just use her first name?

“What?” She asks, her voice barely a whisper.

“I said that’s not an answer. What kept you up last night?” He repeats.

Eleanor shakes her head. Fuck it, if he’s being civil she’s going to take that pretence over him calling her a mudblood and stating she doesn’t deserve to be at Hogwarts.

“I was just overthinking.” She tells him.

“Overthinking what?” He asks.

Jesus, she thinks, he’s being a little too invasive now.

“None of your business.” Eleanor replies. “What were you thinking of in bed?” She snaps.

He sends her an amused smirk. “I’d tell you but I think it’d make you blush.”

Lord. He really has lost the plot.

She’s glad he doesn’t tell her because just the insinuation alone has a flush creeping over her cheeks. Yet she can’t stop herself as she snaps. “I do not want to think about you touching yourself over Millicent Bulstrode thanks.”

Why did she say that? What in all of Hogwarts would possess her to say that?

Theo doesn’t even bat an eyelash at her response instead he hums lazily. “I wasn’t thinking of Millicent.” He tells plainly, as if he’s talking about what he was going to have for tea.

Eleanor shakes her head. This conversation is getting weirder and weirder.

“Lovely to know.” She says sardonically.

“What that I was still touching myself it just wasn’t over her?” He grins.

Eleanor scrunches her nose in disgust smacking him on the arm making him snigger.

“Fuck off.” She snaps. “That’s disgusting.”

“You said it.” He laughs.

“You implied it you pervy little creep.” Eleanor huffs folding her arms across her chest.

Theo relaxes back into his chair a small smile on his lips, his eyes alight with mischief. “I might have, but you carried it on.”

“Not intentionally.”

“No, I guess you wouldn’t know.” He says seemingly lost in though. Eleanor stares at him questioningly. He shakes his head before giving her another small smile. “I’ve told you what I was thinking about last night, it’s only fair you tell me.”

Eleanor watches him, suspicion filling her. Why was he so interested?

“That’s not how it works.” She informs him. “And you didn’t tell me what you were thinking about, you told me what you were doing but omitted the thought process leading to said actions.”

Theo thinks about it before running a hand through his dark hair.

“I suppose you’re right.” He states. “But like I said I’m not telling you to protect you. You’d get too embarrassed.”

Eleanor rolls her eyes again letting out a harsh laugh.

“Sure. Well I’m not telling you to protect you and myself.” She says harshly.

Theo leans closer to her. “Is that so? Tell me Eleanor, what do I need protecting from?”

Eleanor freezes staring at him questioningly, what was he doing?

He continues to stare at her as though looking into her soul, trying to lure her deepest and darkest secrets out of her. She shifts uncomfortably, the need to look away building as he continues the prolonged eye contact, yet she can’t seem to turn away from him. It’s as though she’s transfixed by his gaze.

Thankfully it’s Theo who breaks away first. He lets himself fall back into his chair his eyes roaming over the edge of the parapet.

“It’s alright.” He relents. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

Eleanor swallows as she shifts in her seat. “Not particularly.” She admits.

Theo turns to look at her, his expression seems to hold some pain, though she’s not sure why. He seems to notice her watching him and suddenly shoots her a half-hearted smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

“You know I’ve always loved it up here.” He tells her softly tipping his head back to look up at the night sky. “It’s so peaceful and freeing. There’s nothing up here but the stars and whatever secrets they hold.”

Eleanor watches him silently, where was all this coming from?

He lets out a little laugh before looking at her again. “I suppose it’s strange isn’t it? How we all have these rule to follow, these beliefs and suspicions. Then you look up there and there’s nothing, no point to anything other than just being.”

Eleanor watches him closely, she’s never seen Theo express such deep emotions, other than the time she found him crying alone in the forest.

“That’s stupid though because we do have rules and we do have beliefs and to go against those would be catastrophic. I can’t do something, then say but I want to be a star because they just are.” He laughs.

“Theo.” Eleanor says weekly. What? What was she going to say to the boy stood in front of her full of agony?

Theo turns to her it looks like he’s about to say something when Professor Sinistra interrupts them.

“Okay that should be plenty of time to have finished the schedules. If you could all gather around again we can discuss the next section.”

Eleanor turns to Theo once more but he’s already moving, striding towards where Professor Sinistra is stood by one of the telescopes ready to explain the next part of their lesson.

Eleanor watches numbly for a couple of seconds before following after him. Her brain slow as she tries to process their conversation.

She can’t concentrate on anything else that happens during class. She keeps shooting careful glances at Theo, unsure of what to expect from him.

He doesn’t look back at her again though, not for the rest of the class. His eyes remain fixedly on his parchment, occasionally darting up towards Professor Sinistra but immediately returning to his notes.

“For this project I’m going to assign each group a phase of the moon to study. That means coming here to observe the moon, from moon rise to moon set. For the new moon I would like Mr Goldstein and Miss Turpin to cover that phase. Mr Zabini and Miss Granger if you could cover the first quarter. And finally, Mr Nott and Miss Harris you two are to cover the full moon. If you consult your lunar charts, you’ll be able to accurately tell when your lunar phase will take place, including the time it will rise and set.” Professor Sinistra smiles at them all. “That’s all for this lesson if you have any questions please feel free to ask me.”

Great, that means she’s going to have to spend a whole night with Theo. Alone.

As Eleanor contemplates her unfortunate luck everyone gets to their feet, Anthony and Lisa immediately heading to Professor Sinistra badgering her with a multitude of questions she happily responds to.

Eleanor turns to Hermione who’s watching with a slight pout. She obviously wants to ask her own questions, but they beat her to it.

Eleanor holds back her laughter walking over to Hermione.

“You can ambush her on Tuesday.” She tells Hermione jokingly. Hermione stares at her longingly.

“I know I just really wanted to be able to prepare for this study.” She mutters in irritation.

“You’ve got plenty of time.” Eleanor reassures her. “Besides Anthony and Lisa are first up, they need to know before you.”

“That’s a good point.” Hermione relents, she still doesn’t look quite happy yet she throws her bag over her shoulder all the same and walks towards the spiral steps leading down from the tower.

Eleanor looks around as they leave but Theo and Blaise have already left. She doesn’t know why but it’s left her a little disappointed, it’s not like she wanted to speak with him but for some reason she’s not happy he’s already gone and she doesn’t like that. She doesn’t like that at all.

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