#this one is comparatively very low effort but i stay silly | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

starlingflight · 3 years

Text

James Sirius’ First Display of Magic

It was a small gathering by Weasley standards. Arthur had been simply delighted by the Muggle barbecue gifted to him by Harry and Ginny as a late birthday present and had immediately sought to try it out.

Molly, possessing years of experience with Arthur's experiments had insisted on forgoing the invitations to the rest of the family until she could be certain he knew how to work the contraption now taking pride of place in The Burrow's back garden.

Harry had offered to take the kids home for dinner, but Arthur had been adamant that he, Ginny and the kids stay and appreciate the gift they had given him.

"I think dinner's going to be a while," Harry muttered to Al as he settled beside him on the picnic blanket Ginny had laid on the ground only a few minutes ago.

The news didn't seem to concern Al who was much too busy picking up sticks and twigs from the grass beside them and comparing them before throwing away the ones which, Harry assumed, had been deemed unworthy.

A bottle of butterbeer floated across the garden, coming to a stop in front of Harry's face. "Thanks, Molly," he called, plucking the bottle from the air and tilting it in the direction of his mother-in-law who was standing by the back door, holding a cauldron cake just out of James' reach.

Harry took a long pull from the bottle, closing his eyes for a second and appreciating the crisp spring breeze upon his face and the aroma of newly-bloomed snapdragons drifting to him from the flowerbeds.

His peaceful reprieve did not last long. The sound of Ginny's exasperated voice drifted to him much as his butterbeer had done.

"Dad, it'll be so much quicker to use your wand."

"It's a Muggle barbecue!" Arthur cried. "We must use matches, Ginny!"

Harry grinned to himself, able to imagine, without opening his eyes, the frustrated expression currently adorning Ginny's face.

"Wand," said a much closer voice and Harry felt something sharp poke him in the ribs. Albus grinned up at him, waving his latest stick wildly through the air. "Wand," he said once more.

"You've got a wand, have you?" Harry asked, smiling proudly at him.

Al nodded as he continued to wave the stick with abandon. His eyes focussed on the tip of the ‘wand’; his round cheeks turned red from the effort of concentrating.

Harry continued to watch Al, listening to Ginny and Arthur’s increasingly frustrated conversation until, finally, there was a whoop of joy and he turned to see the two of them hugging. Flames danced upon the coals and the smell of smoke began to drift across the garden.

It was at that moment that Al, seemingly bored of his stick, threw it carelessly to the side and took off, running as fast his pudgy legs could carry him towards the opposite side of the garden where a particularly grumpy looking group of gnomes had just popped up from a hole in the dirt.

“They bite, Al!” Harry shouted, hauling himself up from the picnic blanket in order to chase after his son.

Al shrieked loudly as he ran, obviously too overcome with excitement to listen to his father’s warning. Fortunately, the noise alerted Ginny to his presence. With a speed that had been honed over her years as a professional Quidditch player, she turned and grabbed Al before he could reach the waiting pack of gnomes.

His capture did not seem to bother Albus, who squealed loudly as Ginny proceeded to throw him into the air before catching him securely against her chest.

“Where are you off to?” She asked Al as Harry reached her side. “Was Daddy not paying you enough attention?”

“Daddy was giving him plenty of attention,” Harry said, reaching over and taking Al from her. “I’m just not as interesting as garden gnomes, apparently.”

“I’ve been telling you that for years,” Ginny said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Would one of Nanna’s cauldron cakes hold your attention?” Harry asked, ignoring Ginny as he turned his attention to his son who was wriggling in his arms, desperate to get away.

“You’re going to spoil his dinner,” Ginny warned.

Harry looked up from Al and smirked at her. “Who’s the boring one now?”

Ginny rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him. “Naughty!” Al declared, pointing a stern finger in Ginny’s direction.

“Yes,” Harry agreed, already turning away from Ginny and carrying Al towards the table set up near the back door where Molly and James still stood. “Your mummy is very naughty.”

James was still jumping, though it seemed he had worn Molly down some time ago, judging by the traces of chocolate smeared across his face.

Harry settled Al into the highchair beside the table, securing him with his wand before reaching over and placing one of the freshly baked cauldron cakes arranged in the centre of the table on the tray before Al.

It was impressive how quickly Al managed to make a mess. Harry watched as he succeeded in smashing the majority of the cake between his hand and the tray. “See, you won’t ruin your dinner like that,” he muttered.

His attention wandered from the destruction Al was wreaking upon Molly’s baked goods, to James, who was still hopping like a kangaroo in front of Molly.

“I can jump higher than Louis!” James declared.

“Well, Louis is a few months younger than you,” Molly replied fairly, her hands on her hips and a look of amusement on her face.

“I can jump higher than you!” James said, as though he had not heard Molly at all.

“Of course you can!” Molly said through a chuckle. “Nanna’s can’t jump!”

James paused for a moment, as though considering his grandmother’s words. A hand reached up absently to brush through his unruly auburn hair. He turned, fixing Harry with a questioning stare. “Nanna’s can’t jump?”

“No,” Harry said seriously. “Everyone knows that.”

The doubt disappeared from James’ face immediately, apparently trusting that if his father said that Nanna’s couldn’t jump it must be true.

“I’ll show you,” he said decidedly, turning back to Molly and taking her hand.

“It’s no use, James!” Molly protested. “I simply can’t jump!”

“It’s easy, Nanna” James said dismissively. He tugged on Molly’s hand until she bent her knees. “Now, jump!” James instructed, launching himself into the air.

Molly stood up straight once more with an expression of faux concentration. Her feet did not leave the ground. “I told you, Nanna’s can’t jump!”

“Nanna,” James said, his expression more serious than Harry had ever seen it. “That’s silly.”

Harry caught Ginny’s eye from across the garden; they grinned at one another before Ginny’s hand moved to her mouth to conceal her laughter.

“Try again!” James said, pulling on Molly’s hand once more.

This continued for some time. James, apparently unwilling to accept that his grandmother would never be able to do something as wondrous as jumping, became increasingly erratic in his movements until Harry had to move Al’s highchair further away, lest he fall victim to one of his brother’s flailing legs.

“Give it up, James,” Harry said eventually. Just watching his son bounce up and down endlessly was beginning to make him feel exhausted. “Nanna’s can’t jump, there’s nothing to be done about it.”

“One last try,” James said solemnly, widening his eyes and schooling his features into an expression that neither Harry nor Molly had ever been particularly good at saying no to.

“One last try,” Harry agreed through a sigh.

James crouched low, his bottom only inches from the ground as he gestured for Molly to follow his example. Molly bent her knees in a rather more dignified manner.

“One…Two…Three!”

This time, Molly jumped, her feet leaving the ground by mere inches. James, however, did not have the opportunity to savour his victory. His own jump had been more powerful than anyone would have rightly expected. Harry watched, his heart crawling into his mouth as James soared higher and higher, until he came to land upon the roof of The Burrow.

“Merlin!” Molly exclaimed, her hands flying to her face. “He hasn’t done magic before has he?”

“James!” Harry yelled, jumping from his seat at the table; barely hearing Molly’s question. “Don’t move! Stay right where you are!”

James’ laughter was audible even from a distance, his wide smile of delight was easy to see.

Harry was a fully trained Auror, he had extensive experience in dealing with high pressure situations, but seeing his son balanced so precariously on the roof had made him blind with panic.

“I’ve got him!” Harry heard Ginny call, though he was unable to tear his eyes away from James to look at her.

He withdrew his wand from his pocket, willing his hand not to shake as he held it poised, ready to cast a cushioning charm should James slip and fall.

A moment later, Ginny appeared, hovering in front of James on one of the old broomsticks from the shed. Harry watched intensely as she gripped the broom between her thighs and scooped James off the roof, seating him firmly in front of her.

Ginny landed smoothly on the grass in front of him. Al applauded his mother’s daring rescue attempt enthusiastically and Harry felt his heart begin to retreat back into his chest as James' feet touched the ground once more.

“Did you see that?” he asked, looking excitedly between Molly and Harry.

“I did,” Harry said faintly, lowering himself back into his seat before his legs gave out beneath him.

“Now you know,” Molly said, giving Harry a satisfied look as she patted James lovingly on the head. “What you lot did to me when you were younger.”

“Burgers are ready!” Arthur called triumphantly, seemingly having missed the commotion owing to the excitement of his new barbecue.

“Sorry doesn’t quite cut it, does it?” Harry said.

#hp fanfic #dad!harry #james sirius potter #molly weasley #harry potter #ginny potter #fluff #so much fluff

294 notes · View notes

stray-kids-react · 3 years

Text

Shy s/o doesn't think they deserve them

Masterlist

...

Bang Chan

° He loved your shy personality, he just wanted to cuddle and praise you all day long. Even though you are a naturally soft person, that also comes with a lot of insecurities.

° Your boyfriend is a hot aussie leader with a heart of gold who fans call daddy, you can't but feel that you don't deserve such a God like boyfriend. And he can see it bothers you.

° Chan is a sweet heart who will check in on you as often as he can even with his busy schedule, he knows having an idol boyfriend can be stressful and he wants to comfort you.

° Felix was baking brownies, which you usually helped him out with even if it is just to cheer him on as he does his thing. But both of the aussies noticed your missing presence.

° Chan waltzed up to his studio, where you often hung around when you were at the dorms. Once he walked inside he noticed your figure curled up in a chair.

° You were scrolling through some messages that were sent to you via Instagram. None of the messages were pleasant, and Chan's heart broke as he read the truly gruesome ones.

"Maybe they are right. Maybe I don't deserve you." you sighed, slumping back.

"Don't say that, you are a beautiful person inside and out who I couldn't survive without." He reassured, taking your phone away as he cuddled into you.

Lee Know

° Minho always liked you since you first met during the shoot of hellevator. He was pretty obvious with his fondness of you, but you never believed that he could like you.

° Later on once you began dating, he soon realized how low your self confidence truly was. So he made a promise to himself to try and increase it as much as he can.

° Many fans would threaten you for 'taking Minho away', but Minho would shred the letters before you could see how many there truly were. He knew it would hurt you.

° Minho is very affectionate towards you and likes to show you his love through touch. Whenever you seem down, he will cover your face in small pecks until you begin to smile.

° Has seen how come fans and staff treat you, pushing you around and telling you that you aren't worth his time. Minho took it into his own hands and protected you from them.

° He doesn't like seeing you upset or feel like a burden to him, especially since you are so special to him. Minho asked Chan and JYP if he could take at least a week off, they said yes.

"You didn't have to take a week off just for me, I am okay with your schedule." You explained, ruffling his hair.

"I know you're okay with it, but I needed to get away just for a while. And I miss you everytime you're not with me." He replied, gently placing a kiss to your head.

Changbin

° Will do anything to make you see for at least a second how important you truly are to him, he usually sends you hearts and does an adorable aegyo voice when talking to you.

° When you first began to hang out, you were very distant and almost never said a word. Changbin wanted to get to know you, so he constantly made efforts to befriend you.

° Once you opened up you Changbin, he noticed how self conscious and self critical you were of yourself. His confusion as to why you hate yourself only grew stronger.

° Every morning when you both get out of the shower, he will stand you in front of the mirror and poke every feature on your body saying that it is gorgeous and perfect.

° Likes knowing that you feel comfortable around him and that you have him to go to when you are feeling down. He wants to always be there for you and support you.

° Won't admit it to you, but he once teared up while you were asleep because he picked up a hate letter that was directed at you and he was worried that you read it.

"Your eyes, stunning. Your tummy, adorable. Your ears, cute. Your lips, kiss able. Your butt, squishy. Your shoulders, gorgeous..."

"Binnie you have five minutes before dance practice, you should really get going now."

Hyunjin

° Hyunjin is known to be a visual God in all of kpop, even though he is also VERY talented. Many people have a crush on Hyunjin, and you happened to be one of the many.

° His personality was addictive to be around, his looks were God like, and his talent was insane. Thus making it harder and harder for you to see how much he truly adored you.

° You saw yourself on totally different levels, you alwere at a ten while he was in the thousands. Your thoughts always doubting a scenario where you two would date.

° Assuming Hyunjin was just being nice to you, it became very hard for Hyunjin to clue you into that fact that he liked you. Everyone knew this except for you it seemed.

° Jisung, being a close friend to both Hyunjin and yourself. Took it upon himself to try and arrange a way for you to not be so self critical and completely oblivious.

° The next afternoon, you walked into the dance practice room which was now turned into a full on romantic dining area. Shocked as you saw Hyunjin with a rose in his hand.

"Is this for me? It can't be... There must be some sort of mistake or-"

"No mistakes, I've liked you for a while and thought I was being obvious enough. But Jisung told me that I should simply confess."

Han

° You and Jisung have been dating for a while, and you watched proudly as Stray Kids gained more and more popularity as they deserved, since they are talented kings.

° The hate comments sent towards you, and the jealous fans or occasionally staff members and idols. Those never used to bother you, but they became more frequent.

° This slowly picked away at your already small amount of confidence, over thinking everything you do or ever did. And Jisung began to notice your distressed state.

° After a performance he went up to you back stage and leaned in for a kiss, when you barely responded to it and looked around the room nervously, his heart twisted sadly.

° Jisung took you to an unoccupied dressing room, and locked the door behind you. He cupped your cheeks gently as he rested his head against yours. A small sigh escaping him.

° You felt all of the built up sadness and anger rise out of you, as tears slowly sprinkled down your cheeks. Your hands clinging onto his back as he embraced you.

"Shh shh shh, it's okay. Just let it all out, it'll be okay. I'm here for you, you know that."

"I'm sorry, I just felt like I don't deserve you and I shouldn't have been so distant, their words just really hurt."

Felix

° Felix knew it was going to be a bumpy ride seeing as he is under a huge company and his band is very popular, but he was willing to go through all of that with you.

° You and Felix were best friends before you started dating, he knew you were shy and quite distant when it came to people. He started to find it cute after a couple years.

° JYP himself has criticised you for interfering with his idols's lives. Even though you didn't interfere and honestly helped Felix calm down throughout the schedules.

° Felix was disappointed by some fo the fan's toxic behavior towards you, knowing that those types of comments will stick with you for quite sometime. You made him happy and he wished others would see that.

° The other members and artists under JYP saw you as part of the big jyp family, but even their support couldn't stop the sadness that brewed as more hate letters were sent.

° You didn't want to stress your already overworked boyfriend, so you tried to find a quiet spot to cry in. But Felix knew you too well, and knew where you would hide.

"I'm okay Lix, I don't want to stress you out since your already on a hectic schedule today. I'll be fine I swear."

"I won't leave until I know for a fact that you are okay, the practice can wait. You need me right now and I'm going to be here for you."

Seungmin

(He looks so cute! I couldn't help myself lol)

° You were also a beloved idol, and many eoopel actually found your relationship with Seungmin quite adorable. You felt lucky that there wasn't so much hate directed at you.

° Even though you both seemed to have it easy compared to other idol couples, you couldn't help but feel insecure when Seungmin treated you like a queen/king.

° Many fans of yours knew that off stage you are an adorable shy bean, but no one except for Seungmin knew why you would become so shy and distant towards others.

° Your shyness came from extreme anxiety and self image issues. You never had much confidence, and Seungmin made many goals to try and bring your confidence up.

° One day after a hard performance, you sat in front of your dressing room mirror and let your tears slide down your cheeks silently. Letting your anxiety take over everything.

° Seungmin walked in with a box of celebration cupcakes, only to have hsi smile fade once he saw the tears rushing down your features. He felt his heart sink.

"I'm sorry Seungmin. It's stupid really, but I just don't feel like I deserve you."

"Y/n, we are perfect for each other. I spoil you with love and affection because you always make me feel special and loved."

Jeongin

° You knew how beloved Jeongin was, by fans, members, idols, netizens, family... Everyone. This sent a large amount of pressure towards you once you began dating.

°Jeongin loved your quiet and calm personality, it was a nice break from the loud JYP building and Stray Kids dorms. Your shyness is what attracted him to you.

° He liked cuddling with you in your apartment, talking about nothing and everything as a random movie played in the background. It was his favorite place to be.

° You both were open with anything that was bothering you and never let something stir inside of you for too long. He wanted to be your safe haven for when you need one.

° One weekend when he was staying at your place, he noticed you seemed more quiet than usual and asked you what was bothering you. Since something clearly was.

° You snuggled into his chest as you clung onto him tighter, sighing in defeat knowing you will have to admit your feelings even though you think they seem silly.

" I feel like I don't deserve you. I mean, you are Yang Jeongin a literal angel."

"You deserve the universe and everything in it, I love you and only you. Don't put yourself down, remember how much I care about you."

514 notes · View notes

drowsy-writer · 3 years

Text

I Can't Stop— regulus black x reader

Summary: An unmovable object vs. an unstoppable force (aka Reader tries to get Regulus to bed)

Warning: cursing, angst, bittersweet fluff, crying

Notes: Reader has she/her pronouns and is a Hufflepuff; this can also be read as either romantic or platonic also yes I sometimes face claim regulus as Benjamin Wadsworth pls don’t @ me i’m new here lol

Hogwarts 1975

Every Hufflepuff knows that when 10:00 hits, the kitchen goes silent. No pots boil, no ovens switch on―without the house elves, the place is as silent as the library on a good day. The alluring scents of the day’s meals would linger in the air, hitting the face of every Hufflepuff who entered eager to make it to their common room and call it a night.

Tonight the smells of roasted chicken and creamy beef stew were replaced with the stingy aroma of coffee as two students sat at the end of the kitchen’s massive table, books spread out amongst themselves. Two gigantic porcelain mugs were placed within arms reach and a fresh pot of coffee sat between them.

“Find anything yet?” the Hufflepuff asked. Her [h/c] curls bounced slightly as she looked up from her piece of parchment, observing the pale Slytherin boy across from her scrunch his brows.

“No,” Regulus shut another book and tossed it on top of the stack next to him. He reached over to his mug, which embarrassingly had an orange flat-faced kitten painted on it, and downed its remaining contents. He then slammed the mug on the table and ran both of his fingers through his short ebony locks,” nothing. Yet.”

“House elves are bound to wake up soon,” [Y/N] mused. She cocked her head towards the tiny door sitting next to the fireplace,” maybe we should call it a night.”

Regulus groaned as he reached for the pot of coffee and poured himself another cup. The pot shook a bit as Regulus poured it, the bags underneath his eyes growing darker. [Y/N] looked at her friend and sighed.

“We’ve gone through almost the whole library, Reggie,” [Y/N] said. Regulus took a quick swig of his refilled cup of coffee and cracked open another book,” look! That’s even the same book you opened last night. Cover and all!”

“Nope,” Regulus held up the book and tapped his pale finger on the cover where it read Volume 2. It was [Y/N]’s time to groan as she took her own mug, this one with a silly looking dog on it, and sipped at the now cold contents. Her face scrunched up as she placed the mug down,” Zatara might’ve been a loon, but he was Bullock’s assistant. He probably hid something in here so Dumbledore or anyone else couldn’t find and burn it..”

“What makes you think that Volume 2 is gonna have something when the first one didn’t?” [Y/N] had got up from her chair, cold cup of coffee in hand, and dumped it down the drain of the sink behind her. She turned the faucet on, rinsing out the mug and gently putting it back on the drying rack. When [Y/N] spun around, she was met by Regulus’s signature scowl,” don’t get your knickers in a twist. You know I’m right. I’m always right with these sorts of things.”

“I know,” Regulus hissed. He looked back down at the book,” but right now, I’m hoping you’re wrong.”

[Y/N] huffed as she sat back down on her chair again. A small yawn escaped her lips but she knew it’d be a while until Regulus decided to pack his stuff and leave. This was the case every night since 2nd year where Regulus and [Y/N] would stay up right before the elves came back in to prep for breakfast, reading and discussing topics both school related and pure nonsense. Neither knew how this little tradition started and, quite frankly, neither cared. It was a breath of fresh air for [Y/N] and a sense of normalcy Regulus craved for within his ever turbulent life.

As of recently, however, their midnight meetings were overwhelmed with a sense of dread. It had been months since Regulus had properly been exposed to the world of the Death Eaters and of Lord Voldemort, courtesy of his mother. From then on, he had been put into an almost inescapable hole, one that he was intent of crawling out of. Regulus might've not had the luxury of running away like his brother, but he sure as hell wasn't going to give in without a fight.

“So if I am wrong, what’s gonna happen next?” [Y/N] asked.

Regulus quirked a brow as he stopped reading the passage he was on. Not even bothering to look up, Regulus clicked his tongue in thought. He then, to [Y/N]’s annoyance, shrugged his shoulders and continued to read.

“I don’t know. Haven’t thought that far yet.”

“What do you mean you haven’t thought that far yet? We’ve been looking into Horcruxes for the past three months and you haven’t the clue as to what you’ll do next?!”

“Something like that.”

“You're so—,” [Y/N] let out a muffled scream as she buried her head in her hands,” you're insufferable, you know that? Why am I even friends with you?”

“Haven't thought that far yet either,” Regulus smirked.

“Very funny, Reggie. Now c’mon,” [Y/N] motioned towards the stack of books,” let’s stash these away. We’ve got a Potions exam tomorrow morning, remember?”

“Yes, I remember.”

Regulus didn’t make an effort to get up and continued to read through the book. As Regulus flipped through another page, [Y/N] muttered underneath her breath as she jumped down from her seat and walked over to the Slytherin’s side.

“Alright. That’s it.”

Before Regulus could make sense as to what was happening, [Y/N] wrapped her hands around his waist and hoisted him up from the seat.

“[Y/N]?!” Regulus sputtered, dropping the book from his hands,” let me go!”

“Oh shut it, Black! You need to get some sleep!”

Still in her arms, Regulus tensed as their bodies pressed against one another. He cursed himself underneath his breath as his face flushed red.

“Just put me down. Now.”

“No.”

“[Y/N]—!”

[Y/N] tightened her grip as Regulus squirmed within her hold. She dragged him from his chair to the middle of the kitchen where he finally pushed himself off.

“What the hell was that for?”

“You need to sleep, Regulus! You can’t keep burning the candle at both ends. You’ll fall back if you keep doing this.”

“Well what else am I supposed to do, then? Run away from my problems like my brother? Ignore them? I can’t just turn away from my family and pretend nothing ever happened!” Regulus shouted. His breathing turned ragged, as if he just finished yet another Quidditch match, “what would you expect for me to do?”

“I—I don’t know! I don’t have the answers for everything!” [Y/N] retorted. Regulus groaned as he turned around, intent on picking up where he left off in his book,” but I do know that when the time comes, whatever remnants of a plan you do have, you’ll be too exhausted to do anything about it!”

Regulus stopped in his step as he stared at the rack of spices before him, afraid of meeting his friend’s eyes. He took a deep breath, composed himself, and turned around. His eyes had yet to meet [Y/N]’s as they shifted throughout the room.

“Why are you—ugh,” Regulus sighed as he ran his hands through his hair,” I just—this is how I work, [Y/N]. You’ve known it since 2nd year. Even when I stop, I can’t stop. When I go to sleep at night, my mind is still racing with all this bullshit about purebloods and Muggles and—.”

“But you can’t just—.”

“—And the fucking potions test you won’t stop telling me about! There’s so many things in my mind that I think Bellatrix’s head looks healthy compared to mine! I can’t stop thinking about my family, my house, even Sirius for Godric’s sake! I can’t stop worrying that if I were to put a pause for even a sliver of a second, everything I’ll ever love will cease to exist. I can’t risk that [Y/N]. Not for a second. Not when I have so much on the line.”

[Y/N] looked down at the floor as her friend’s words ran rapid through her head. She touched her forehead with the palm of her hand, dragging them down until they met the bridge of her nose.

“Fucking—I know that, Regulus. I just—,” [Y/N] gave a pained expression as she pinched the bridge of her nose,”—fuck! I just want you to be okay, ok? You’re my friend. My best friend, actually. It hurts like hell because there’s nothing I can do about it. I can get you as many books as you want, sneak out around the castle as much as you want, lie to as many people as you want , but I can’t—no. I won’t stand here and watch you whittle away. Not when I can do something to prevent it.”

Regulus swallowed hard as his eyes met [Y/N]’s and the pit that had been growing inside his chest began to increase, pushing painfully against his rips. He felt his lungs constrict and if Regulus didn’t know any better, he’d say someone casted a Crucio curse on him and it was slowly ripping his body from the inside out.

“I just can’t let him win, [Y/N],” Regulus mumbled. He leaned back on the table and pressed both hands to his face, rubbing at his eyes as tears began to build up in the corners,” I can’t let that thing win, no matter what.”

Shielding his face from [Y/N], Regulus quietly sobbed as his friend stood in front of him, tears threatening to pour out from her eyes as well. Taking a deep, shaky breath, [Y/N] slowly walked towards her friend and gently wrapped her arms around him. Despite the slight size difference, [Y/N] was able to situate her friend so that his face was buried in the crook of her neck. She combed a hand through his inky, black locks.

“I know won’t,” [Y/N] said,” but I highly doubt snake face over there is going to wait for you to take a quick power nap. We’ll beat him, but not like this.”

Regulus’s grip tightened around [Y/N] and she felt his lips pull into a smile as a low chuckle emitted from him.

“It’s amazing how you’re not a Ravenclaw with how much wisdom you spout out.”

“Well I’m far more interested in my friends then a bloody book,” [Y/N] stepped back, hands still wrapped around Regulus, and smiled,” now let’s clean up and head to bed. You deserve at least one good night’s rest.”

#regulus black #regulus black imagine #regulus black x reader #harry potter #my writing #harry potter imagines #reader insert #hufflepuff #slytherin

201 notes · View notes

reluctanx · 3 years

Text

𝘽𝙉𝙃𝘼 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝘿𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙊𝙉 >> CLASS 1-B. || Fem!s/o

𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙇𝙐𝘿𝙀𝘿: neito monoma, itsuka kendo, sen kaibara, ibara shiozaki, tetsutetsu tetsutetsu, reiko yanagi, setsuna tokage

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 (𝙎) : n/a [?]

-Neito Monoma

!! 🧺 | he’s actually very sweet, just a bit playful with you

!! 🧺 | he cracks joke just to make you laugh because your smile means EVERYTHING to him

!! 🧺 | i’m pretty sure he’s a nerd at color theory and would ALWAYS point out how beautiful your eyes are. even if it has a darker shade, he just knows that it’s a beautiful color that he loves so much

!! 🧺 | he doesn’t let other people touch his bunnies besides kendo, you may also be the exception

!! 🧺 | overly dramatic because he knows you can’t possibly, truly handle his bullshit

!! 🧺 | his teenager crush on you is so adorable, because he’s always in denial. or refuses to admit he have a crush on you

!! 🧺 | seeing that you’re not comparing him to a villain because of his quirk, wether it’s a joke or not. you automatically gain a part of his trust and respect. deadass

!! 🧺 | he bullies people for a reason, and you better deal with that

!! 🧺 | very argumentative, trying to fight with him with controversial topics is useless

!! 🧺 | LET. HIM. TOUCH. YO. HAIR………. pls

!! 🧺 | even if he tries, he can’t keep up late at night. HE WILL fall asleep, so sometimes you’ll be left on read accidentally-

!! 🧺 | when texting… he’s a total different person omg

!! 🧺 | no because if your seat is next to his, he will pass you the answers for the math exam.. (don’t lie, i know you’re a total dogshit at this subject. )

!! 🧺 | he’s a real big fan of Vlad king so you better be prepared seeing some of his merch in his closet

!! 🧺 | seeing you in his clothes makes him feel weird. he’ll try to make fun of you but he’s just really flustered to look at cha’ i swear

!! 🧺 | it’s rare to see him swear, so when he do so.. dear god..

!! 🧺 | HE DOESN’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR BODY SHAPE, SIZE OR WHATEVER, HE LOVES YOU THE WAY YOU ARE AND HE WILL REMIND YOU THAT

!! 🧺 | “you love me o’ sooo much it makes you look stupid.”

!! 🧺 | “don’t tell kendo about this, but i like you. for real.”

!! 🧺 | pronouns first with this man, pronouns = priority, pronouns respected. period.

!! 🧺 | he would be such a simp for you..

!! 🧺 | not obsessive or possesive, per se just jealous in a healthy way

!! 🧺 | “i’m literally a low quality version of bakugo.”

!! 🧺 | THEATRICAL, AS FUCK.

-Itsuka Kendo

!! 🧸 | SHE’S LITERALLY A SWEET HEART *SOBS SOBS*

!! 🧸 | she acts like your big sister sometimes.

!! 🧸 | she’s so shy and intimidated when she gets to date you bro..

!! 🧸 | your hero name? your hero costume? gives no shit, she find everything about you AMAZING.

!! 🧸 | you’re the little spoon, don’t prove me wrong, you’re the little spoon

!! 🧸 | she finds you so cute (especially if you have chubby cheeks, cause like uuuUhhh…)

!! 🧸 | she dresses you up when ya’ll get a girl days

!! 🧸 | she doesn’t know how to cook, depending on your cooking skills; either you get to cook or ya’ll order sum shit idk

!! 🧸 | she have a whole romantic cottagecore playlist dedicated for you whenever she thinks about you i swear.

!! 🧸 | you participates in her activity of : “knocking-down-neito-whenever-hes-been-an-ass”

!! 🧸 | can’t even afford to scold you the first time ya’ll meet, you’re so beautiful *sob sob*

!! 🧸 | if you’re in a social group space, you’re her favourite person, ya’ll are the duo of the friend group

!! 🧸 | “can’t sleep? that’s okay me too.”

!! 🧸 | picky, very picky eater. ya’ll may have trouble ordering something.

!! 🧸 | you’re the ticklish person, she’s the tickler. if you’re not, she’ll helplessly try to tickle you..-

!! 🧸 | “SPIDER, SPIDER!!”

!! 🧸 | your luck booster, i stg

!! 🧸 | she likes seeing you with fake cat ears, you look so adorable in her perspective

!! 🧸 | “LET’S WATCH A DISNEY MOVIE!!”

!! 🧸 | fast typer when texting.

!! 🧸 | you’re her angel, you are.

!! 🧸 | wants to be a make-up artist somedays.. so you better be ready and prepare to be a mannequin.

!! 🧸 | “you’re so weird *faces you* you’re so weird.”

!! 🧸 | 256 HOURS LONG OF TALK AND CHATS WHEN SHE ENCOUNTERS A LONG TIME FRIEND AT THE MALL

!! 🧸 | she wants to be a princess, your princess

!! 🧸 | SAY THAT YOU LOVE HER HAIR AND SHE WILL FLUSH

!! 🧸 | “why are you so pretty 🥺’

!! 🧸 | cottagecore lesbians :)

!! 🧸 | holding your hands + kisses + pecks on the lips, physical affection <<<<<<<<

!! 🧸 | gives you her stuffies, trust me she have LOADS of stuffies

!! 🧸 | BLUSHES SO HARD WHEN YOU WEAR HER CLOTHES

Sen Kaibara

!! 📢 | you don’t understand, the amount of love he holds for you is HUGE!

!! 📢 | fairly confident when he’s fighting by your side, you give him confidence..

!! 📢 | bad habits to compare your beauty with his

!! 📢 | trying to make him blush? oh honey, you don’t have to try once you have a relationship with him..

!! 📢 | his smile <<<<<<<<<<<<<

!! 📢 | usually quiet but tends to be talkative ONLY to you

!! 📢 | his heart beats faster and faster when you get close to him, but his face says 😐

!! 📢 | “kiss me already, dummy”

!! 📢 | really likes anime actually, ya’ll watch animes or read mangas sometimes :)

!! 📢 | *strokes strokes, scrubs scrubs your hair gently*

!! 📢 | thinks you look so cute in his clothes but doesn’t mention it

!! 📢 | secretly tries to get one of the things you crave for (an item, celebrity’s autograph idk sum shit)

!! 📢 | mockery against you? not on his watch.

!! 📢 | his love language is physical touch *sobs sobs*

!! 📢 | rubs your hand gently to calm you down when you feel anxious

!! 📢 | old times french love songs of edith piaf is his jam..

!! 📢 | hopeless romantic :c

!! 📢 | insecure? not on his watch,

!! 📢 | gives you his juice box to you and only to you

!! 📢 | you’re his first kiss

!! 📢 | BEST HUG GIVER

!! 📢 | the type to put your hair behind your ears

!! 📢 | “you’re my everything..”

!! 📢 | KISSES YOUR CHEEKS INTENSIVELY

!! 📢 | loves to feel euphoric, you make him euphoric

!! 📢 | you get the blower during summer lmao

!! 📢 | buys you loads of icecreams during summer

!! 📢 | go to the heater side during winter, right now, right here.

!! 📢 | everything you ask somethinh, he’ll answer instantly

!! 📢 | want something? dont worry, sen gotchu’

!! 📢 | SIMP

!! 📢 | wants to be someone truly meaningful to you

!! 📢 | you make him feel special for doing literally nothing

!! 📢 | he loves you, so so much.

Ibara Shiozaki

!! 🌱| literally the momo yaoyorazu of class 1-b but more theatrical

!! 🌱| you kinda just already knew that she have a preference for girls

!! 🌱| “mo- mother nature? what kind of silly things are you spouting out of that mouth of yours…”

!! 🌱| you are literally babied by her

!! 🌱| good baker and easily make your favorite dish/dessert

!! 🌱| you’re her top priority, and she carefully pays attention to you. deadass, she’s the type to wipe your mouth with her favorite tissue while she’s talking about a serious matter with her teamates bro

!! 🌱| she’s such a nerd in the rom-com industry, and gets pretty shy when you proceed to do something that is similar to a scene about one of her few rom-com movies. (ex: kadebon)

!! 🌱| she laughs so easily..

!! 🌱| “you’re so precious.”

!! 🌱| she showed all the symptoms of “crushing” back then, and you already knew that.

!! 🌱| everytime you hype her up, she smiles widely

!! 🌱| she’s so gift giving, she can’t leave you without giving you a gift first

!! 🌱| all the gifts you gave her stays safe and sound in her room

!! 🌱| “i might never be your hero, but i’ll be the winner of your heart.”

!! 🌱| she wants you to wear her clothes so ya’ll can match :)

!! 🌱| she’s quite wealthy, so she buys you some expensive gifts that reminds her of you

!! 🌱| always wrap her arms around you everywhere

!! 🌱| teases you but a lot

!! 🌱| she likes to do gardening stuff with you

!! 🌱| full knowledge on plants, every flowers she offers you was because of a characteristic that reminds her of you

!! 🌱| her efforts to be committed in your relationship is so visible

!! 🌱| always slips a little ‘I love you” everydays

!! 🌱| your love, affection and attention is enough to repay her for her consistent efforts.

!! 🌱| gets easily jealous but tries to hide it, but you obviously can tell due to her uncontrollable blush

!! 🌱| as she is so gift giving, you’ll try to argue with her saying she doesn’t need to give her this much gifts

!! 🌱| she gets overwhelmed when you make out of an exam/mission

!! 🌱| loves to give you a head massage while reading a book

!! 🌱| come and stargaze with her >:|

!! 🌱| kisses the back of your hand

!! 🌱| show you off when she have the chance to

!! 🌱| compared to what you may have assumed, she puts a lot of trust in her words when showin’ you off.

!! 🌱| “everyday and everynight, you make me happy just by thinking of your silly little face.”

!! 🌱| HELPS YOU WITH HOMEWORK

!! 🌱| SLEEPOVERS!!

!! 🌱| she felt insecure about her hair, so the fact that you had he audacity to pet her head made her fall inlove with you.

!! 🌱| gets genuinely confused when you laugh at her dramatic behavior

!! 🌱| her humor is kinda bad, so she may laugh at the stupidest thing ever

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

!! 🦈| oh boy, everything would be so wild with him

!! 🦈| you cannot leave the room without giving him a hug first

!! 🦈| awkward, like really

!! 🦈| “you’re the most coolest— beautifulest—…uuh.. person!”

!! 🦈| doesn’t academically succeed a lot, but puts a lot of efforts in his works. every praises you give him makes him smile

!! 🦈| makes you laugh without him knowing

!! 🦈| please, he probably starts to laugh when you start talking too fast because he doesn’t understand-

!! 🦈| in summer, he turns his arms into steel so you can grip against it (since steel is usually cold)

!! 🦈| probably have adhd

!! 🦈| loves to caress your cheeks

!! 🦈| sometimes kisses your little fingers for fun

!! 🦈| buddies to lover trope :D

!! 🦈| uses kaomoji than emojis

!! 🦈| his favorite song is teenage dirtbag

!! 🦈| he requires a good listener as his s/o, because he is a very talkative person and bring numerous topics and persons at the same time when talking to him

!! 🦈| “you’re extra-beautiful..”

!! 🦈| offers a fish related plushie

!! 🦈| shows off his abs for you

!! 🦈| two dumb hoes doing shit trope

!! 🦈| “you kinda remind me of an otter..?

!! 🦈| “wanna be a teenage dirtbag with me?”

!! 🦈| he calls you the popular girl of the school for a reason.. 😭

!! 🦈| calls you tetsutetsu junior when you wear his clothes

!! 🦈| openly admit that ya’ll are in a relationship to everyone

!! 🦈| is actually ticklish himself-

!! 🦈| loves to kiss your forehead

!! 🦈| loves to point out how cute you are

!! 🦈| definitely introduces you to fatgum and kirishima

!! 🦈| he can’t really came up with a petname.. so he’ll give you stupid ones

!! 🦈| as you can tell, he’s clearly not experienced but he tries, for you :)

!! 🦈| okay but power couple

!! 🦈| “if you steal the blankets, i am about to put my cold feets on you.”

!! 🦈| gets out of hands when he’s too excited

!! 🦈| gives you back hugs when you’re not feeling well

!! 🦈| best caregiver 🥺

!! 🦈| adores you

!! 🦈| play games with you :)

!! 🦈| sends you stupid note under the door whenever you’re taking a shit-

Reiko Yanagi

!! 👻|| you managed to get on her soft side when you told her that she wasn’t weird in any ways

!! 👻|| very quiet and patient with you

!! 👻|| really doesn’t wish to disturb or scare you, but she can’t let go of you — you were so nice

!! 👻|| when you tease her.. she’s a blushing mess

!! 👻|| you’re the only person she hangs most of her time with

!! 👻||she thinks that you’re so, so cool.

!! 👻|| doesn’t know how to react to all of your compliments, just knows how to cuddle

!! 👻|| she makes you listen to her favorite genre of music

!! 👻|| she tries her best to make your relationship with her dynamic as possible!

!! 👻|| with that say, praising is one of her top quality

!! 👻|| as much as she doesn’t know how to handle your praise, she can slap you back with her

!! 👻||”hey.. how abour we kiss? uh- um.. if- if you want to.”

!! 👻|| is actually a good kisser-

!! 👻|| her only way to calm you down was to kiss you when you get overwhelmed

!! 👻|| reiko is a really good listener and would literally listen to your 5 hours long story as she stare at you the whole time

!! 👻|| when you mention that her bags were really cool… good job bro, now she loves you

!! 👻|| SHE’S SO CLINGY, LIKE REALLY CLINGY

!! 👻|| unexpectedly good in video games

!! 👻|| “w-whoa.. i didn’t expected you to wear my clothes..you look adorable..”

!! 👻|| gets truly passionate when talking about paranormal facts

!! 👻|| she loves to play with the strands of your hair

!! 👻|| quality time <<<<<<<<

!! 👻|| would always remind you how beautiful you are

!! 👻|| once you have her sweater wrapped around your body, it’s officially yours now because she says so

!! 👻|| soft spokesperson with you bro..

!! 👻|| seems more confident when texting

!! 👻|| she loves taking pictures of you

!! 👻|| she probably wanted to make you visit the beach during the sunset

!! 👻|| she’s so proud of you..

!! 👻|| “oh, you deserve all of the praises of the world.”

!! 👻|| can’t even look at you in the eyes,, you’re so CUTE!!

!! 👻|| never leave you alone, never will or would

!! 👻|| always grips on your shirt so that you don’t get to be lost in a mission

!! 👻|| regularly checks up on you

!! 👻|| gives you LOADS of snacks during lunch

Setsuna Tokage

!! 🐊| COMMITTED IN THE RELATIONSHIP

!! 🐊| literally takes you out everywhere on ya’ll date

!! 🐊| don’t be shy, skateboard with her

!! 🐊| literally asks to be partnered up with you during the sport festivals

!! 🐊| will do everything for you

!! 🐊| have a reptile pet, you’re the only person knowing about that

!! 🐊| CHERISH YOU UNTIL SHE DIES

!! 🐊| “my sweet sweet pumpkin pie!”

!! 🐊| “let me kiss you until you can’t handle me anymore, darling.”

!! 🐊| she loves snuggling to your neck and leave soft kisses

!! 🐊| eyes contact is important

!! 🐊| you’re her favourite person

!! 🐊| ya’ll be ruining your sleep schedule for each other

!! 🐊| you guys always wear something that matches with the other (a hat, item, shirt.. etc.)

!! 🐊| setsuna announces her relationship with you to the class as if she proposed to you in a mariage

aight ya’ll, bye!

121 notes · View notes

songofclarity · 4 years

Text

Since I didn’t want to bog down the other post that brought up the topic of belts, I offer a different consideration on the matter: Meng Yao/Jin GuangYao’s belt aspired to be like the one worn by Jin GuangShan:

Circular metal centerpiece, edged pieces bracketing the center, and the circular end pieces all atop dark brown leather. This style choice makes sense since MengYao/Jin GuangYao’s primary aspiration is to be acknowledged by his father as his rightful son, with all the honors and inheritance attached to it.

Of course, the belt is similar-yet-different because Meng Yao isn’t accepted as a Jin as of yet--and never, truly, will be accepted so long as Jin GaungShan has any say on the matter. Meanwhile Jin ZiXuan and Jin ZiXun do get to all wear matching belts alongside Jin GuangShan like one big, happy family:

Meng Yao only starts wearing this similar-yet-different belt after he’s accepted into a prominent position. He becomes someone important, someone worthy of notice -- because it’s Nie MingJue, not the Jin, who honors Meng Yao as someone worth more than the nature of his birth.

Note when Meng Yao meets his father the first time and when he meets Nie MingJue the first time, he’s wearing a plain fabric belt:

Very humble. Several other Nie disciples, the same ones that had been mocking him, are wearing the same style in this scene, so my understanding is that there is nothing inherently bad or low-class about this. Lan Sect disciples, including Lan XiChen, are also seen wearing this style regularly. But once Meng Yao becomes a somebody of importance, he upgrades.

But he doesn’t copy Nie MingJue:

And his belt is entirely different in style, color, and material from the other prominent Nie disciple we meet:

And at no point, past or present, does he imitate Nie HuaiSang, despite wearing Nie HuaiSang’s childhood hairpiece while in the Nie Sect (not shown):

So Jin GuangYao does not pick a belt to identify with the Nie Sect.

He picks one which identifies him with his father and the Jin:

He wears it when he’s in the Nie Sect:

When he’s with the Wen Sect (and where he is actually, for the first time, wearing Nie MingJue-style robes, which is just kind of bizarre at this point when he’s been with the Wen as a spy for a novel-estimate of 1 - 2 years, but maybe it’s a clue-in for the viewer that he’s not actually with the Wen Sect, idk):

And when he’s with the Jin Sect, where he can match his dad as his accepted son in the public eye:

The belt stays, because it was always a Jin belt, but as we can see the robes and underbelt have changed to Jin pale yellow. Except we all know that nothing, least of all wardrobe, will help newly-named Jin GuangYao make his dead-beat dad accept him as his heir, so he ends up killing Jin GuangShan in the end. (RIP Nie MingJue and everyone from Yi City, who could have all been saved if Jin GuangYao had planned out his murders better by killing Jin GuangShan first.)

As to what happens to this belt after Nie MingJue’s death, which is the last scene it’s shown, is unclear. I would like to suggest that even though we don’t get a peek at Jin GuangYao’s waistline during his father’s rape-murder scene, that might have been the end of that belt. Jin ZiXuan and Jin ZiXun are dead so no happy family to match. No more Jin GuangShan to live up to means no more Jin GuangShan-style belt worth wearing.

So after the time skip back to the present, we see Sect Leader Jin and Chief Cultivator, Jin GuangYao, with a fancy new belt:

And it is fancy! But it’s a busy and heavy-looking thing, isn’t it? Still going with the circular motifs. Now it has several decorative pieces in green and red. Not one but TWO tassels. I appreciate the symmetry, but I don’t recall anyone else wearing two tassels, so that stands out to me.

Considering he was copying his dad for leverage, I’m led to wonder what gave him the idea for this new belt. My first thought was Lan XiChen, except:

Lan XiChen in the present is wearing a plain fabric belt again. In fact, Lan XiChen is always humble with his belts. Below is the belt we last see him wearing before the time skip to present, when he is having yet another miserable time at Koi Tower:

This belt is just a large, dark blue band and it almost looks like he’s forgotten the center piece. Compare it to the dark blue twist over the light blue band above, and the silver metal over the pale blue and white band below, worn when we first meet him during the Cloud Recesses School Arc:

Simple and elegant! I would also love to make a comment about the belt he wears after the Sunshot Campaign:

Except Lan XiChen’s Nie-style robe is too big and beautiful that it’s hard to capture a shot of his belt. More interesting than the belt, however, is that Shouyue is clearly decorated with two tassels.

Which leads me to consider this silly notion: Jin GuangYao’s two tassels are not imitating/honoring Lan XiChen, their honoring Shouyue, the sword that held Nie MingJue back when Jin GuangYao could have (rightfully) died. If that is true, it makes it all the more ironic that Shouyue stabs him in the end.

In any case, considering the circumstances when Lan XiChen wears that dark blue outfit with it’s plain, wide-blue belt, I have to wonder if the plainness is supposed to reflect an absence of power, not just for Meng Yao but also Lan XiChen. Lan XiChen’s belts are simple and humble, but the dark blue especially so. Lan XiChen put all his efforts into keeping Nie MingJue alive, not knowing Jin GuangYao was actively betraying and undermining his efforts. All the power Lan XiChen possessed was turned against him, and Jin GuangYao ended up with a nicer belt as he rode that wave of momentum to power.

(Although that dark blue belt nicely balances the decorative design of the outer robe itself.)

After Lan XiChen, my other thought was maybe Jin GuangYao was trying to copy or more likely compete Jiang Cheng, who has a spectacular wardrobe, and yet:

Both Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling’s belts are rather plain by comparison to Jin GuangYao’s. Their belts also look like belts while Jin GuangYao’s looks like decoration. We can also confirm that neither Jin GuangYao nor Jin Ling carry on the matching, happy-family tradition of Jin ZiXuan’s era.

Which brings me to this current conclusion: Jin GuangYao simply and finally has a belt all his own. There is no one else to live up to, no one else to win over, and no one else to stand in his way. Before Nie HuaiSang and Wei WuXian sweep in to ruin him without warning, Jin GuangYao is living his best life. That final belt stands out all on its own, which in turn says a lot about Jin GuangYao and his visions of grandeur: he wants to be seen and recognized. He did, after all, make a temple and slap his mother’s face onto the statue so that she could be worshiped as a goddess. Jin GuangYao utilizes pity as power, but his pride is so fierce that he kills people for ridiculing him.

So it’s really no surprise that he ends up wearing an extra fancy belt when he reaches the top of the cultivation wold. It’s only a wonder that he didn’t accentuate his robes to match, but that would have shown that he wasn’t at all as pitiful as he led the world to believe.

#mdzs thoughts #jin guangyao #jin guangshan #lan xichen #cql #the original post activated my nie mingjue defense squad energy lol #i also went on an lxc tangent but that's normal for me #getting screenshots of nhs's waist took FOREVER #that guy somehow keeps his fan over his face #and over his waist #like it's his job!#and i only needed him for like one sentence like was it even worth it lol #the things i do for these nie brothers smh

258 notes · View notes

thetorturerwrites · 4 years

Text

Lamb: Ch 6 - Still In The Middle

***This amazing artwork was gifted to me by @elmidol. Please do not re-use or re-post it without permission from them and/or myself. Don’t be a dickbag.

Previous Chapter

Summary: This was it. This was the moment for which you’d bargained so hard, for which you’d nearly begged, about which you’d dreamed. This was the deal.

A/N: Potential triggers for dub-con/difficult loss of virginity. Thanks for hanging in. I know the updates are happening further and further apart, but I’m tryna have a life.

Word Count: 4.0k

You knew fear.

Jumping from the roof. Fending off thieves. A target on your planet. The horror of not knowing if your family survived. Even here, in Ren’s land, you knew fear. The certainty that he truly had carved you open from cunt to crown.

All mere drops in the ocean compared to now.

He hovered, a walking omen promising retribution and withering the very air with his distaste for your nonsense. You shrank from it, from him. You weren't even sure he moved, but you lifted your hand against the attack that surely would come and instinctively launched yourself between The Ren and the boy, shielding the dying from death as though you could bargain with fate.

When next he spoke, it wasn’t to you, nor was it in a language you could identify. His voice, though modulated to mask his otherworldly inflection, was even as he addressed the boy to your side. As he finished, your young warrior slumped back into the grass, and Ren’s saber crackled brighter for a brief second.

You stared, speechless as your brain processed the events. Once departed from the body, did the soul spend eternity inside that vermilion host? Was that all the afterlife was?

Your dark specter gave you no time to further ponder or ask silly questions. Gloved fingers shoved beneath your collar and jerked you to a stand. By that guide, he threw you forward, pointing at the hilltop.

“Walk!”

The ire in his mechanical tone numbed you to the marrow, but you wisely, silently, marched up the hill you’d earlier flown down. Near the summit, you bent forward to crawl the rest of the incline, offered no help by the reaper at your heels. You half expected an angry kick to your backside to send you sprawling.

At the top, you waited. Only he knew the way home. Only he could conjure it.

You prayed that your quiet would win you a modicum of favor, some semblance of pardon for finally learning at least one lesson, but you yelped when his fingers found purchase at your neck once more. His rough handling sent jagged black edges into your skin, scratching and marring your tender flesh.

In seconds, you abandoned what you were so pleased with yourself for, grasping at his wrist and forearm while babbling about how he was hurting you. He ignored your fit, gripped your arm impossibly tight, and dragged you through the suddenly there umbra and into his keep.

Back in familiar territory, he stomped through the hallways, his heavy footsteps echoing dreadfully. Bile rose, sour and acrid. Your heart skipped. And when he tossed you across the threshold of the room, you stumbled and fell face first into the opulent expanse of his bed.

“Stay here, I said.”

He seethed, slowly removing his helmet. Your throat swelled shut at the outright disdain you saw etched into his marble features.

"Speak to no one."

You scrambled away, attempting to put as much space between you and the bogeyman as possible, but it was in vain. He stepped closer and threw his gloves at you, one to punctuate each word you had ignored.

“Touch nothing.”

There was no terror in the galaxy akin to this. He was uncompromising, unnerving, unkind. He only had to think it, and you would be but a smudge on his floor, no longer interrupting his peace with your fumbling.

Plastering yourself against the far wall, you shook your head, but you didn’t know why. He was clear in his instructions, and you disobeyed. Blatantly. Flagrantly.

Again.

“H-he was frightened.”

It sounded ludicrous, even to you.

Every molecule of oxygen in the room froze with his icy stare. Each haphazard exhale was laced with frost. The world around you turned unwelcoming, harsh.

“They are all frightened!”

His shout broke the sound barrier, cracking like a bomb.

On a scream, you turned away, pressing your face and palms flat against the slab wall. You felt it when he advanced on you, crossing the room in only a few steps. His hands slammed into stone on either side of your head, and you buckled, slumping downward only for him to catch you and pin you in place.

“Do you enjoy being an idiot? Was it worth it to play nursemaid?”

Something about his condescension cut through your fear. It settled in your gullet and solidified in your larynx.

Turning your face to him, you blinked hard when your nose bumped his, not expecting such closeness. You smelled that candied taste on his breath, the narcotic caramel you came to crave. You wished you hadn’t looked.

“He was afraid, and I could help. It isn’t stupid.”

His sleek, dark brow cocked over one glittering eye, but you couldn't tell if it was because he accepted your reason or was simply surprised you spoke at all. His thumb grazed a particularly large cut, eliciting a wince; and with great effort, you didn’t jerk away. As his fingers trailed down the length of your neck, you watched his eyes follow. They dropped to your throat, and you didn’t miss the way his gaze roved over the newly raised cuts and scratches from his hasty manhandling.

But when those chameleon irises lifted back to your face, you forgot how to even think.

“You could have died.”

His melodic voice was hard, teeming with irritation but in a low tone. Those long fingers you couldn’t help but enjoy looking at wrapped around your neck and shoved you back into the wall on a mean thump. His everything was intoxicating, rendering you witless with little more than his presence. He didn’t simply cage you; he engulfed you, swallowed you whole.

“I…” Your face pinched, wondering if it was your safety that concerned him or the precarious nature of your bargain. “I didn’t know that. You didn't tell me. But I’m here. I’m not dead.”

The next words out of your mouth were a gamble.

"Still in the middle."

The temperature of the room changed, rising as his ire subsided. His knuckles dragged along your neck once more, and you gulped on reflex. The preternatural sluggishness of your heartbeat improved as the trail of his touch extended down your sternum. A flush spread through you, warming you and raising goosebumps in the wake of his light trek.

“Yes.” Pushing from the wall, he slipped his fingers beneath the ring once more and tugged you against him. “Yes, you are.”

There was a loud sizzle and pop from behind him, jarring both of you back to your senses. A frown flitted across his face - annoyance at something other than you. You couldn’t help but feel relief. As much as you wanted to stand on your toes to see what happened, you only reached to steady yourself by both hands circling his wrist.

“When I come back, I want this gone.”

He tugged the neckline of the cloak, waited for your acquiescent nod, and whirled from the room in a flurry of billowing black. You waited, glued to the spot, for a solid 60 count before sagging into the wall.

You lost track of how long it took him to return. Disrobed and discombobulated, you sat in the very center of the bed until you could scarcely hold your eyes open. You burrowed under the soft, ebony pelts and succumbed to anxious exhaustion. The events of the day... and yesterday... and the day before that all bled together into a heaviness you could no longer ignore.

A chill woke you. Without opening your eyes, you groused and searched for the cover to your cozy den. Instead, you brushed your fingers along what could only be skin and jolted awake to find a naked statue of a man brushing a kiss to your knee, your thigh, your hip. He crawled up your body, pausing only to kiss your ribs or lick at an already distended nipple.

When finally he settled his weight between your thighs, you choked and coughed, turning your head away from his chuckle. The feel of him was heavenly, but the knowledge of why he was on you was torture.

This was it. This was the moment for which you’d bargained so hard, for which you’d nearly begged, about which you’d dreamed. This was the deal.

At the behest of his overwhelming nearness, your body came alive. Tightening. Swelling. Lengthening. A shudder worked its way through your limbs. Your core heated, readying for its intruder. It was shameful how quickly you responded to him; but when his lips met the thundering of your pulse, you still whimpered wantonly.

A throb took hold of you, riding your increasing heart rate to even the very ends of your toes. Your opening pulsed a dangerous new rhythm your squirming hips attempted to ease. The pleased noise in your ear paralyzed you, but the body atop yours shifted. His wide hips rocked into yours in such a delicious way you were again tempted to lift and roll.

Redistributing his weight, Ren slithered his fingers down between your legs and brushed them against your labia, teasing and testing.

“Still think you’re ready for me, pet? Shall we find out?”

Alarmed, you barely had time to push at his shoulder and squeak out ‘n-no no!’ before the fat head of his dick pushed inside. You threw your head back on a sharp cry and clutched at the bed desperately. It was a knife to your middle, a spear in your cunt, and you howled in pain.

Disregarding your discomfort, he forced more of his length into your pussy on a groan, pushing down on your hip to keep you still.

“Who last fucked you, little lamb? Did they do such a poor job your cunt won't allow another in?”

Your body went rigid, clamping shut so tight he grimaced. Your hips dropped into a deep cradle, seeking a bit of relief, but your feet scrambled against the bed in a furious attempt to get away.

“No! Nobody!” You wailed, panic-stricken, and frantically tried to push at his stomach, but he was immovable. You crumbled into despairing sobs, shaking your head. “I haven’t!”

“We have a long way to go, girl.” He bit at your neck at the same time he rocked further into you, drawing another harrowing plea from your ragged chest. “Pretending you’re a virgin won’t make me kind. Ruined by men, remember?.”

Trembling hands lifted to shield your face, to hide the pitiful tears. It wasn’t only that it hurt; you were overwhelmed by how displeasing you knew yourself to be. And how displeasing your next words would be.

“That wasn’t me.” Your voice was hardly there, cracking on the feeling and fear swirling inside your gut.

Ren stalled completely; and with him, all the galaxy went quiet. You heard only the whistling tunnel between your ears; and when you opened your eyes, you found him glaring down at you with such malice your blood ran cold.

“Mind your words. There are no ghosts here, despite what you’ve been taught. Just you. And me."

It was more than a command; it was a challenge. ‘Tell me I’m wrong,’ his eyes read. ‘Ridiculous girl,’ the hard line of his lips said. Idiotically, you jumped on the bait.

“Y-you said men ruined me. N-not me.” You sniffled and blinked away stinging tears, trying to focus on his face. “I just didn’t argue.”

Pushing up on one hand, he glared down at you for what felt like an eternity. You chewed your lower lip, trying to decipher the look on his face and the strange gleam in his eyes. But as long as he grilled you like this, he wasn’t hate fucking your miserable pussy.

“You... you didn’t seem to like virgins.” You glanced down, trying to keep the wobble of your lips under control. “I didn’t think it would be so… difficult.”

You hated how juvenile you sounded, how utterly absurd the words coming out of your mouth were. Ever since you came here, you wanted him to see you as an adult, but you were still a fucking child, unable to even do the damn thing you sold yourself to.

However, you also drowned in self-pity. Your words were true, but what you didn’t say was ‘Your cock is a fucking monster, and it absolutely will not fit,’ which was also true. How could you have known this wouldn’t work? There was no way your body would accept all of him, and that meant your family would pass into obscurity, unremembered and unavenged.

You wept anew, disappointed with yourself and wrenched open to the very bottom of your heart.

The distrust and contempt veiling his features eased, and those beautiful lips pursed. His amused hum quieted a bit of your worry, as did the way he released his angry grip on your hip. He even dislodged himself a bit from your battered cunt, allowing the hurt to abate.

He brushed tears from your cheeks and turned your face back to his.

“What have you had between these pretty thighs, lamb?”

You flushed at his intimate question, hands pushing at his ribs, trying to coerce him into vacating your core completely.

Instead, he lowered himself onto you, dragging his lips along your jaw. This time, the burden of his body soothed your upset, tempered the ache in your soul. His mouth nipped and sucked until he found a spot that made you shiver. He threaded strong fingers into your hair and rubbed at the back of your scalp, keeping you right where he wanted.

“Fingers…” It was scarcely a whisper, a sin you almost couldn’t admit out loud. “Lips…” Fire blew through your chest and cheeks, but there was no denying the last bit. “Blade handle…”

Something delicious rumbled in his chest at the memory you conjured. You felt it resonate against yours and wiggled, immediately regretting doing so from the reminder of his stabbing dick at your cunt’s entrance.

Blessedly, he withdrew completely; but still, you whimpered, both relieved by and lamenting the loss, though it was hardly even a moment before that hard column slid between your puffy labia and nudged at your clit and hood.

“Please, I don’t think I ca--”

He executed your excuse with a bite to your lower lip. He devoured any ensuing complaints with a fervent kiss, tying up your tongue to keep you muted. He derailed you completely, expertly leading you away from nervousness with his firm lips and tugging teeth.

His hands roamed and fondled and caressed. His hips led yours, coaxing your pelvis to dance to his tune. In just minutes, he dismantled your fear and replaced it with anticipation, with the heady scent of your arousal. Hooking one hand beneath your knee, he drew your legs apart wider, purring when your body naturally followed his lead.

With your hips in motion, he caught that hot ridge with the end of his dick and pressed in once again. You shriveled in fear, cursing yourself for believing he would let it go.

“Breathe.” His lips at your ear promised salvation, a gentleness in contrast to what he was doing to your pussy. “Move with me.”

His large hand wrapped all the way around your ample hip, thumb and digits digging into the supple flesh. Where his sedative voice once mollified you, it now only raised your heckles. You were too far gone to the mental imagery of what he said to you on the altar.

How many have died screaming at the end of my dick?

“I can’t! It won’t…”

“It will.”

He growled the words out. Tired of listening to your complaints, he tipped your face to his and crushed you with a kiss. The strangled sound at the back of your throat only had him licking further into the moist cavern, as though he could catch it with his tongue tip.

Distracted by his cloying taste, your body obeyed this time. Your thighs hugged his sides. Your hips undulated to accept his slow prodding deeper and deeper at each pass. Your fingers no longer gouged at his pecs, but splayed wide across them. Soon, you gasped and curved like a bow, unable to be still and ready to be shot like an arrow.

Wide eyed, you panted and clung to him, vibrating and filled to the brim with his cock.

It was like nothing you’d ever experienced before. You felt uncomfortably swollen and horribly hollow at the same time. Your pussy stretched to its tearing point. The sting was brutal but consuming in its torment. You wanted to beg him to never do this again and to never stop.

Your every cell was electric, buzzing under your skin and ensuring you felt every wicked inch, every carnal twitch of his dick.

“Good girl.”

His dulcet tone danced across your lips, chased by a lick to the roof of your gaping mouth. You needed him to say it again, unnerved by how much those two words on his lips lit you up. You stared up into those mesmerizing eyes, trying to decide if he was pleased with you yourself or that you could fulfill your purpose.

But then, he started moving, and why he said what didn’t matter anymore.

It couldn’t have been more than a bit, but he pulled out, and the drag of it burned like nettles in your belly. When he pushed back in, you moaned softly, lifting your torso up into him to be even closer. Again, he tested the waters. His forward drive was harder, hips snapping. You bit your lip for composure, turning your mouth into his pulse, mirroring his gesture.

You didn’t realize that you held his hips until they worked in more of a rhythm; and by that time, you twisted below him, feverish and trying to match his building tempo. Strong, chiseled arms wrapped around you, one beneath your back to curve you upwards and one tucked under your head to keep your face turned into the crook of his neck.

It was all you could do to keep up. He inundated you with his body, his smell, the taste of his sweat until you barely skirted reality. His steady pace, the captivating slide of his cock, spread a blissful thrum through you, sending your blood rushing, liquefying everything inside until the most debasing noises came from your pussy. He groaned at the squelch, the first sound he’d made in a while.

“I—I’m sorry.” You whispered, lips quivering, eyes shining. “Am I doing it wrong?”

You weren’t uneducated in this matter, but your knowledge only held up to a point. A point you were now well beyond with this decadent deity lodged inside your inexperienced body. The possibility that your infantile humanity would again let him down tore at your resolve; and quickly, anguished tears fell along the sides of your face.

His response was to fuck you harder, abandoning his care of your head to hoist your leg higher around his ribs so every lustful squish was clearer, louder. You squealed at each push, feeling fuller and fuller the faster he went. Your body opened, slickening and accepting him to your limit, but your brain decided it was punishment, that he was working harder to get over his discontent.

“S-sorry. I can do better.”

“Shut up, you stupid girl.”

His words were clipped. He covered the entire lower half of your face with his massive hand. You whined into his palm, gutted that you’d gone from good to stupid so quickly yet again. One glorious thrust sent your eyes rolling back into your head, and you gripped his sides, dangling precariously at the edge of oblivion where what kind of girl you were no longer mattered.

“You want to do better? Hm?” He waited for your nod before carrying on. “Stop apologizing for the sounds your hungry cunt makes for me.”

The way he said the word set your insides to coiling. Tighter and tighter and tighter you wound. Captured by his gaze, you couldn’t look away, couldn’t stop trying to memorize the way he studied you. His face blushed an almost human shade of pink. His lips quivered as though he were about to say something, to praise or condemn in equal measure. But it was his endless, enthralling eyes that sliced you to the quick. He could certainly see every doubt, every criticism, every fear you’d ever had or made.

Laid wholly bare, you were profoundly grateful for his hand, for the hiding spot it afforded. The Ren was unraveling you in more ways than one; and though you couldn’t hide your teary eyes, you could hide the quake of your mouth and the feelings it telegraphed.

“Time to let go, lamb.” He nuzzled your wounded neck, tickling your skin with his words. “Prim and proper won't serve you here. Give in to me."

You writhed, overwrought with this emotion-laden eroticism until, finally, your chest stopped working altogether. Your brow drew tight, and you could no longer look directly at him. Let go, he said. But control was the only thing that kept you alive in loneliness.

You arched painfully, the line of your spine twinging and sparking. Your silence broke, and you cried into his hand while your hips worked to lengthen the release, to draw it out as long as you could. It wasn’t like before, when he scrambled your brains with an orgasm that neared insanity. This was something that hooked into your soul and clawed it apart. In deferring to his will, the floodgates opened, washing you away in the torrent.

It seemed to be what he was waiting for because the moment your hips loosened with release, he struck harder, faster. He moaned at the sound of you begging beneath his hand, even if you didn’t know what or who you were begging for. He pressed you down into the bed and wracked you with a fierce assault, bruising your face, forcing your sex wide open.

You flew too high to care.

He rode the crest of your endorphins, taking advantage of your dizziness to fuck you through the pain and anguish. He bade you listen to the lascivious language your pussy spoke for him and only him. He called you a good, filthy, dumb girl, and your heart panged at each syllable, somehow turning even the cruel ones to compliments in your euphoria.

Chasing a curse, he growled into your hair, plunged in deep, and flooded your wrecked cunt with his damned seed.

Slogging back into your right mind, your fingers slid up his chest to push feebly as you were suffocated by his sheer size. The demanding hand that clamped over your face slid to cup your overheated cheek, thumb rubbing at your swollen mouth as you gasped for air. He brushed sweaty tresses from your face, traced the circumference of one bloodshot eye, and kissed the hollow of your throat, lingering over it for a long while.

Blinking to clear away the convulsions, you realized he was making sure your heartbeat didn’t slow further or stop altogether. As if to punctuate your conclusion, he gently stroked the pulse point of one wrist.

You wanted to move, to curl up into a ball and forget how to feel; but until he was ready, you would go nowhere. Closing your eyes, your thoughts drifted. Through memory and dreams, scripture and poetry. Half-murmured verses rolled across your tongue as sleep took hold.

It was his brother, Ren, who counseled the Light Bringer to give of himself to create life. “Let them know you that they may live. Let them know me that they may die.” And thereafter, Solo created life. He flourished, fulfilling Grandfather Sky Walker’s wish and populating the farthest reaches of his galaxy with life. And Ren culled it, maintaining harmony. Keeping the Balance.

You didn’t see that he stayed long after you fell asleep, listening to the cadence of your breathing, testing your pulse, laying his hand across your sternum to feel your heartbeat.

As though you were now worthwhile and not just a stupid girl.

#kylo ren #kylo ren imagine #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren smut #kylo x reader #lamb

116 notes · View notes

usuccc · 4 years

Note

Please talk more about that au, villain Alfred is a guilty pleasure 🙏🏻

*sweats* You and me both! Oh man, where to begin. First of all, thanks for the interest! It means a lot. I can’t be concise, so I’m gonna put this under a huge ‘Keep Reading’ for whoever is interested. Like for real there is a whole ass essay below that cut. I left some stuff out cause it’s already a ridiculous length, but I got the gist of it.

Leave it to me to take a silly gag au and go completely off the rails with it. It’s honestly hilarious gg me.

This au takes place in some fake big city with dark synthwave-y aesthetics where the skies are constantly gray in the daytime from smog and pollution. Over the last ~20-30 years, Jones Enterprises has risen up as the most influential and powerful company in the United States, with their headquarters in (fake big city’s name). They have hands in many industries, spanning the manufacturing, retail, and technology spheres. Over the past 5 years, especially, they’ve seen massive, nearly unbelievable growth, and unfortunate events or sell-outs have conveniently fallen upon their competitors, allowing them to create monopolies in several industries. They also have the government in an iron grip and no one is willing to stand up to them for fear of the consequences. Most people mysteriously feel compelled not to confront them anyway, especially those who live closest to their headquarters.

Francis was an employee for Jones Enterprises’ main headquarters. He saw how overworked and underpaid his colleagues were. Bogged down by overwork in his first year, he eventually tried to get away with slacking as much as he could. After witnessing one of his close coworkers have a heart attack and almost die from the stress of working there, he changed gears and started speaking out on behalf of his colleagues. Some of his motivation came from feeling partially responsible for what happened, and he wanted to evoke positive change across the company instead. He tried time and time again to organize strikes after his attempts to organize a union were completely shattered. The turnout was very little in the beginning, and soon fizzled out to just him. He stubbornly pressed forward on his own anyway and was fired for it. Finding other work turned out to be impossible, his firing acting as an unemployment death sentence. It was not uncommon for employees fired from Jones Enterprises to be shunned from ever finding a decent job again, and Francis’s situation was even worse given the bad publicity he received from his strike attempts.

Ready to resort to desperate measures, Francis started seriously considering moving back in with his parents in France and figuring out a new plan. Jones Enterprises had gained significant influence in Europe too, so there wasn’t a guarantee he wouldn’t experience similar problems there.

Before he could buy a plane ticket, he was visited by Kiku Honda, a stranger with an unassuming appearance. Long story short, Kiku had come to the US with the alias as a simple tourist. His family was presently responsible for safekeeping a secret and powerful magical artifact with mysterious origins.

The artifact was one of two powerful stones, both of which were in existence since the beginning of mankind. These stones were antitheses of each other, representing and contributing to major moral conflicts throughout history. They were both drawn to chosen human hosts who were destined to face each other. The pink stone, which Kiku was in possession of, gained and gave magical power through love, equality, and hope/healing. It formed a positive, nurturing, non-invasive connection with its host, and gave them the power to protect and inspire hope in others. The other (purple) stone gained and gave magical power through greed, subjugation, and fear. It gave great wrath and influence to its host, whose powers would grow exponentially over time as the two stayed connected. This stone would physically embed itself in its host’s heart, eating away at their mind slowly to bring out the absolute worst in them and shave away at their morals and inhibitions, until they were nothing but a heartless monster. Tendrils would spread out from the stone throughout the host’s body, growing in size and number the longer they were connected.

Kiku had long suspected that the unnatural growth of Jones Enterprises was connected to the purple stone. He had gradually implanted connections in Jones Enterprises and had been monitoring the situation for clues of a potential host. The senior leadership of the company was very hard to crack, however, and the CEO had significantly limited his public appearances in recent years, but Kiku would not let it rest. Any of the higher ups in the company could be a candidate for suspicion. While investigating, he heard of and even saw some of Francis’s brazen attempts to challenge the seemingly invincible company. He was impressed with Francis’s ability to stand up to an insurmountable foe, especially given the influence of the mysterious compelling force that kept most others in the city silent. He wanted to get information from Francis about his experience at Jones Enterprises and to offer him an opportunity to rebuild his life for his bravery. The stone, which Kiku always kept on his person, ended up choosing and bonding with Francis to both of their surprise, and boom Magical Strike was born.

-----

Now onto Alfred and Arthur. Alfred is the son of the founder and CEO of Jones Enterprises and his ex-wife. His parents divorced when he was still a baby, and his father did not remarry. Alfred’s mom remarried right away and had another son, Matthew.

In his home life, Alfred often felt neglected and overlooked compared to Matthew, whom his mom and stepdad preferred and doted on. His birth father ignored him in favor of growing his company as well. This caused Alfred to act out at school and extracurricular activities, always overshadowing Matthew whenever possible and rubbing it in his face. He often got in trouble at home later for it. When Alfred got a little older, he frequently snuck out after these fights and went somewhere to be alone. One night, he walked down to the neighborhood park and saw another boy alone by the swings where he usually liked to go to mope. This boy was a few years older than him and muttering angrily to himself. Feeling a sort of weird camaraderie for this other pissed off dude, coupled with the fact he’d never seen him before and was curious, Alfred took the plunge and went over to talk to him. Alfred and Arthur’s first meeting was a little rocky, but the two quickly found themselves warming up to each other. Many coincidences found them meeting in the same park after a bad day, and the two eventually bonded and made a thing of it. Alfred found that with Arthur he could open up and be more authentic than he let himself be with his other friends.

By the time he hit high school, Alfred emotionally detached himself from his mom/stepdad, and tried to be a little nicer to Matthew, although their relationship was never close. He and Arthur still met often outside of school, and Alfred tried to reach out to him at school too, but Arthur limited those interactions due to his unfavorable status as an irritable loner. Alfred continued to seek out other people’s attention, forming a ton of superficial friendships with his classmates. He became obsessed with being number one at everything he did and getting everyone to like him to patch up his residual feelings of loneliness and inadequacy, and also to hopefully impress Arthur, whom he secretly had a crush on. Excelling in his sports clubs, and even skipping a grade in his academics, Alfred felt like things would be okay if they kept going the way they were.

Then Arthur abruptly confided halfway into Alfred’s freshman year that he was moving back to England that year after he graduated for family reasons. Alfred didn’t take the news well, and when the time came for Arthur to leave, it hit Alfred hard. They promised they’d keep in touch via phone and online, but that did little to comfort him and his other shallow friendships often made him feel worse. The feelings of loneliness and inadequacy returned tenfold. It was around this time that Alfred was contacted for the first time by his birth father in years, asking to meet and catch up. Alfred readily accepted, not taking a moment to think it through in his low emotional state.

Alfred’s dad was getting into some weird shit since the divorce. He’d been putting obsessive efforts into expanding his company, making strategic partnerships, attending all kinds of rich, bougie events for networking purposes, and exploiting his workers to maximize profits. Despite his efforts, his returns were decreasing and the existence of some key new competitors put him in a tough spot for future growth. When conventional methods didn’t appear to be making any progress, Alfred’s father started hanging around some wealthy, sketchy social circles. It’s through a series of events with these groups that he learned of and obtained the purple stone. After seeing it reject and devour an unfit host before his eyes, he decided he was in desperate need of its supposed power, but he couldn’t risk using it on himself in the case he was judged to be unfit. He had to use it on someone inconsequential if things went wrong, but at the same time malleable, so he could ensure they used the power to further his goals.

Alfred’s dad put on an act when Alfred arrived, making it seem like he wanted to bring Alfred back into his life, raise him up like he should have been doing all those years. Alfred soaked it up like a sponge, and his dad appeared to follow through on his promises, engaging with him and frequently making secret visits so they could spend quality time together. After a whole year of building Alfred’s trust, his dad was able to convince him to put the stone to his heart, assuring him that only he could do it and he trusted Alfred to make their company and the lives of so many people who depended on it great. The stone embedded itself in Alfred’s chest, causing him to pass out from the pain. When he woke up, still in one piece, his dad was able to calm him down and convince him to keep it a secret, even from the people he was closest to.

-----

Some other tidbits of info:

Arthur and Alfred did keep up communication after he left for England, and he considers Alfred his closest friend. Life got in the way plenty of times, though, and they couldn’t always keep up the most consistent communication. Still, they did what they could and were able to meet in person a few times even. Arthur obtained a degree in England and worked his first job there. But after that, he moved back to the states and got a job at Jones Enterprises, thrilled to surprise Alfred about it. They have a heartwarming reunion. Alfred, himself, graduated high school early, got accepted into an Ivy League college on a scholarship, received his degree in finance and business management due to his piece of shit dad’s wishes, and was being directed by his dad to start using his powers of influence on their competitors. At first, he justified to himself that the outcome would be good and that the competitors he was going after were bad people—which some of them definitely were—but over time, he found himself doing things he never would have before (to unhappy employees for example), caring less and less about the people that were impacted.

-----

So yeah, the main events take place about 10 years after Alfred becomes the host for the purple stone, having plenty of time to grow his power and lose himself to the stone’s influence in secret. When Francis makes his debut as Magical Strike, Alfred starts infusing some of Jones Enterprise’s key weapons tech with his magic and sending people after Francis, who is still learning his abilities. Then, in the latter half of this arc, Arthur becomes the main antagonist against Francis, having just scratched the surface of what’s really going on with Alfred and thinking (in denial) this will somehow help him. At the beginning of the second arc, there would be growing tension between Alfred and Arthur when Arthur can’t explain or keep excusing Alfred’s actions anymore. Alfred would lose control and almost hurt Arthur, whom he had taken the most care to hide his darker side from, which would cause Arthur to join forces with Francis, desperate to find a way to get the purple stone out of Alfred and save him somehow. Alfred mcfuckin loses it when he finds out.

#hi i'm al and i have a kink for mind control and betrayal followed by healing bye #my token chaotic evil alfred but it ain't his fault #there is so much angst in this au #but there's a positive leaning ending dw #francis: why do i hear boss music #like legit arthur's betrayal scene is imprinted in my head frame for frame #i wanna draw it but it would have to be a comic why do all my thoughts come in comic form why #magical strike au #al's aus

38 notes · View notes

retroateez · 3 years

Text

Prophecy - Chapter Sixteen

words; 2729

prophecy masterlist

tag list; @hewwo-from-the-other-side

"What are you doing?"

The book crashes heavily onto the stone floor, your arms darting out in a panicked effort to catch it. Hopelessly, you watch as it clatters loudly, though as it hits the ground, it falls shut, not allowing the intruder to see the contents of the page.

"Iris? What are you doing down here?"

You peek upwards, and you see the confused figure of San standing before you, bewildered.

But you can't answer him, all too consumed by the fizzling feeling darting through your body. The burning from before simmering to a halt like a cauldron taken away from roaring flames. Your breathing becomes erratic and heavy, a weight pressing down on your chest rendering you in tears.

"Oh gods," San mumbles and rushes to your figure, mimicing your own position of sitting on your knees. "Oh gods, oh gods."

You kneel, trembling and yet somehow completely motionless opposite San.

"Iris?" he calls to you gently. "Can I touch you?"

You don't register the movement, but you assume you must've nodded, as San slowly reaches out and places both of his palms on your cheeks, lifting your head up and forcing your streaming eyes to look into the concerned, inky wells of his own.

"Breathe slowly, okay? Slowly... There you go." San slows his own breathing down, allowing you to match the rhythm and soothe the manic pace your lungs were working at.

A few minutes pass, and your breathing returns to it's original pace. San is still sat across from you, his hands in his lap as he waits for you to explain what on earth just happened.

"I'm so tired of feeling useless..." you frown, and pull your knees up to your chest, hugging them tightly to your body. "It's my fault everybody is involved in this mess, and they only let me help when they need it.

"I thought maybe... maybe if I learnt something useful and showed them that I am capable then they would be forced to listen to me." Sniffling, you wipe the tears from your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt.

"I know how you feel." San sighs, and you study his frown. His cold, defensive demeanour from the last few weeks melting away and being replaced with a sadder, vulnerable version of him.

"I know that I'm the court jester," he continues. "But I'm more than just jokes and silly costumes. I can do much more than that, and... and I wish people would let me prove that to them."

"It isn't fair." You whine.

"Life isn't fair." San agrees.

"You won't... tell anyone about this, will you?" You ask timidly after a few moments silence.

"Were you doing anything bad?" He asks.

You shake your head. "Just studying." You weren't technically lying. Just concealing the truth.

"Alright," San nods. "I won't say anything. But I better not catch you doing it again."

He stands up and brushes the dirt from his knees, then extends a rough palm out towards you. Gratefully, you take it, quickly bundling up Yunho's book and clutching it to your chest to conceal it from San's view.

"I hope you're prepared for the ball tomorrow," San says suddenly. "If your dancing is as shocking as it was the other day then there's zero hope for you."

"I'll be fine. Wooyoung'll teach me how to dance."

San rolls his eyes and shrugs, telling you that he'll see you around and that you should go to bed before somebody else catches you. You watch him leave, peering at his raven black hair bouncing as he walks until he was finally out of view.

It's not until you hear the distance clunk of the door closing that you release a breath you didn't know you were holding. You grip slackens on the book and your arm muscles sigh in relief. Letting go of the book, you study your right hand curiously, turning it over to examine your palm and fingers, trying to remember the fizzing feeling in your blood.

The tingling had stopped now, only the tiniest remnant of power was left in your body, slowly dissipating until it disappeared entirely. Never in your life had you expected to feel something like that, something so exciting and yet so dangerous. Staring down at your outstretched hand, you imagined red hot trails of angry, bubbling lava, slowly seeping into the crevices between your fingers and wrapping down your wrist, crawling down the expanse of your forearm.

It felt... good.

But nobody else can know, you remind yourself. If Yunho found out you stole his book, he'd kill you. If Yeosang found out you were learning magic, he'd kill you. You didn't want to think about what Wooyoung would do.

You figured that anybody detecting magic from the castle wouldn't be a problem, concluding that there's no way you'll be able to produce any substantial power that could be detected. Yeosang had told you that anybody could do magic, but only certain people could wield the chaos enough to do any damage. There was no way you would be able to do that. Besides, you were teaching yourself, so there's definitely no chance of anyone being able to rat you out.

You tuck the book under your arm, and start the quiet creeping back to your room.

Nobody will catch you. You won't let them.

-----

"I really don't- Ow! I really don't see why I have to wear this ghastly thing." You grunt in pain as the poor woman behind you tugs harshly at your outfit.

She's got a foot on your lower back and she yanks at the strings of the corset that is built into your - admittedly, very beautiful - dress. It is an incredibly elegant, sky blue silk gown that grazes the wooden floor beneath you. Complete with flowing sleeves that end past your fingertips, made of a crystal blue, sheer material that makes you feel like a princess of a fairy kingdom in a land very, very far from Ateez.

The sheer fabric also lays atop the baby blue silk of the skirt, with small, rose pink butterflies sewn into them at various points. The bodice is tightly laced both at the front and the back, luckily the neckline doesn't sweep too low, only showing your collarbones.

"Because, His Majesty says you have to." The woman, named Callonetta, tells you. "Besides, you look wonderful in this dress."

She's right too. You do look amazing in the gown, but you frown at yourself as you catch your own gaze in the mirror ahead of you. Inspecting your right arm, clad in ocean blue sleeve, and admiring how serene your blood feels compared to the way it was angrily boiling not even a whole day ago. Your gaze falls onto one of the light pink butterflies stitched to the bodice, the way it's wings have been poised make it look like its about to take flight, rip its tiny little legs free of its string prison and soar out the open window.

But of course, it can't. Because it isn't real, it's fake body pinned down to the bodice and you imagine it wriggling and writhing in pain as the seamstress pushes her needle into its frail wings. Such pain caused only to look beautiful. Totally restricted, unable to live life the way it was intended to be; free, happy, uncontrolled.

Another sharp jerk of the bodice strings from behind snaps your attention back to the mirror, allowing you to survey yourself properly.

Your hair, braided tightly and pinned back to form a crown around the base of your skull, with small curls pulled out to frame the sides of your face. Tied together with a sparkling silver circlet, the sides hidden under the expanse of hair, the metal twisting together to form a intricate design that presses against your forehead. In the center, encased in silver, is a single, circular sapphire that glitters in the candlelight everytime you move. Small, yet detailed silver leaves surround the gorgeous gem, and you even notice tiny, metal roses trailing up the sides of the circlet and disappearing underneath your hair.

You wonder if the late Queen had a tiara or crown as impressively beautiful as your circlet.

"The circlet belonged to Her Majesty," Callonetta informs you suddenly, as if she could read your thoughts. "This was the one she wore when she and the King announced the birth of King Hongjoong."

You could imagine how graceful Hongjoong's mother had looked. Radiant from the miracle of childbirth, tired yet still regal and proud of her newborn son. Sapphire circlet glistening in the rainbow coloured light of the main hall.

"What about this dress?" You whisper.

Somehow, you couldn't picture the Queen wearing a gown such as this. Sure, it was stunning, but for a Queen, much too simple. And yet you couldn't ignore the definitive lack of women in the castle, Callonetta and the cook being the only two you had met thus far.

"Heavens no," Callonetta scoffs, throwing her messy, ginger plait over her shoulder as she refocuses her attention on tying your bodice, "This dress was made for you specifcally. His Majesty has a personal tailor, he will refuse to wear anything made by anyone else."

Your face flushes at that, an embarrasing, startling shade of pink that puts the butterflies on your dress to shame.

"The tailor is renowned for his work," she continues, "All his garments have his printed emblem inside the back of the neckline, a small, roaring bear. Nobody knows why he chose a bear of all things, but it certainly is striking."

Your mind is cast back to the bear at the inn you and Yeosang stayed at on the journey to Wooyoung's. It all seemed so long ago now.

“Did you hear that?” you whisper to Yeosang.

“It’s just a bear.” He mumbles in response, making you jump slightly because you thought he was still asleep.

"A bear?” you hiss.

“I know,” he says sarcastically. “Un-bear-lieveable.”

You retrieve one of your pillows and launch it at his figure, smirking triumphantly when he grunts in surprise.

“That was a terrible joke.” you complain and bury yourself back into your improvised bed.

“Whatever,” Yeosang yawns. “just go to sleep, we’ll be meeting the astrologer tomorrow so you need to rest.”

Finally deciding to listen to the mage, you squeeze your eyes shut tightly in hopes you’ll fall asleep quickly. Luckily, you do just that, sleeping peacefully and dreaming about the bear in the forest outside. He’s wounded, bleeding heavily from a nasty gash on his neck and panting in pain. You reach out to help him, but of course it’s just a dream; he’ll be okay. You hope.

You think about that bear more often that you'd like to admit, imagining his large, brown eyes, watery with pain and the wounded yelping haunted your dreams.

A final, squeezing tug of the laces and Callonetta sighs in relief. She tells you that you're ready for the ball, and that you should wait in the dressing room until somebody comes to get you. Before you can ask who, or when, she hurries out of the door and you hear her shuffling quickly down the stone hallway.

Once again, you stare miserably at yourself in the mirror, wishing that you could attend the ball in your typical white shirt and plain black breeches.

Maybe Wooyoung is right though, perhaps the ball will bring some enjoyment into your life, away from all the secrets and worrying and death.

You suspect that nobody will be coming to get you for quite some time, so you perch yourself at the window seat opposite the mirror. Reaching under the cushions, you retrieve Yunho's book, which you expertly hid before Callonetta arrived.

Flicking through the pages, you spot the spell you learnt yesterday and your heart freezes between your ribs. Holding your breath, you decide to ignore that one, and flip the pages eagerly. Eventually, you come across a double page spread that piques your interest. You can't decipher Yunho's messy drawing of the hand movements this time (perhaps for the best), but you can make out his scrawled handwriting of 'circular' just below it.

"Aevon bleidd." you whisper aloud, the language feeling foreign on your tongue.

After repeating the phrase multiple times, you realise you must have nailed the pronounciation as there's a dull pounding in your skull, and your fingertips are turning a concerning shade of blue. From your nails all the way down to the tip of your elbow, you feel a travelling freezing feeling flowing through your veins like a great and powerful river. Your veins pulsate a vivid blue, much like the way Yeosang's thundered with lightening the first time you met him.

“I’m a mage,” he had told you suddenly over porridge one morning. He clenched his large palms into equally large fists and laid his forearm upon the table, facing upwards towards the canopy of jade leaves above your heads. “You see those blue lines? They’re called veins, and our blood runs through these.”

You nodded silently, unsure of what his point was.

“In mine, flows blood as well as chaos,” he explained. “Almost anybody can do basic magic, provided you’re taught by the right people.”

Using his other hand, he ran a gentle finger down the stripe of his prominent veins, and the cerulean bumps bubbled and boiled into a startling shade of sunlight. You squinted in awe; you swore you could see a lightning storm rattling around inside of his arm.

“But only those born into chaos possess the abilities to truly wield it.” Yeosang snapped his fingers, and the bolts of lightning in his veins returned to the cool, sea blue they were before.

Snapping the book shut abruptly, you clutch your forearm to your chest and squeeze your eyes tightly shut. This is wrong, you think. Everything about this is wrong. Is magic supposed to feel this way? Make your insides wriggle and writhe and struggle in a desperate attempt to become your outsides? Yeosang had said only certain people had the ability to properly wield chaos into magic, did this mean that you were one of those people?

Ordinary peoples veins didn't stream like rivers.

Ordinary peoples blood didn't burn like fire.

Stuffing the book back between the cushions, you stare out of the window at the castle gardens below. Despite spending the majority of your time amoungst the flowers, it is only from up in the window you notice the penstemons - beardtongues, representative of bravery - arranged to spell 'HJ'.

It was surreal, your life, when you truly sat down to think about it. How barely a handful of months ago you were just a poor, lowly thief stealing bread to make it through the day, and now here you were, sitting in a dressing room within the castle of the most powerful kingdom on the planet, wearing a dress and jewels so expensive you felt dizzy at the thought.

Surrounded by elves, mages, kings, bards, magic and with all of those came danger.

A light tapping on the door, then the creaking of the door slowly opening catches your attention, and you look over to see a very proud looking kingsguard.

"I must say little thief," Seonghwa glides towards you with a small smile on his perfect face, watching you attentively through his narrow eye, the other eye obstructed by his hair. "You do scrub up incredibly well."

Hopping off the window seat, you offer Seonghwa a grin of your own. His hair, as always, is not a single bit out of place, shiny black and hanging over his left eye. Uniform pristine and blacker than the night sky, with various medals and badges pinned to each breast.

"I could say the same about you, sire." You mockingly sweep down into a curtsey, and Seonghwa scoffs.

"Enough joking around," he says seriously. "Are you ready to go? His Majesty is just finishing his preparations, you must take your seat at the head table before he arrives."

Your blood runs cold, sudden panic sprinting through your body, and you're not sure whether this feeling is worse than the spells or not.

You nod, ignoring the anxieties, trusting Wooyoung's words and making a silent pact with yourself to have a good time.

"Excellent." Seonghwa holds his arm out to you, and with a final smirk leads you towards the door.

"Your elven prince awaits, m'lady."

hi! sorry this took so long to get out, things have been very busy lately! thank u for reading and i hope u enjoyed! once again, the language for the spell is taken from the witcher 3′s elder speech!

#hongjoong #seonghwa #yeosang #san #wooyoung #mingi #jongho #yunho #retroateez #medieval!ateez #ateez #kpop #ateez au #ateez x reader

13 notes · View notes

sweetwritertanya · 4 years

Text

Sweet Sunshine

Summary: You decide to go by Hoseok’s dance studio and surprise him with something for his sweet tooth. You weren’t expecting to see him dance with another girl and your jealousy kicks in.

Warnings: SMUT. I was thinking about making it a fluffy angst, but it didn’t feel right for this one. So, there is a bit of fluff at the beginning, but it turns into smut real quick. Beware: erotic body touching and fingering.

Word Count: 2247

You got out the elevator with a big smile on your face, one hand keeping your purse close to you and the other holding a small card box, with two sugary treats inside. On your way from work, you passed by your favorite coffee shop and decided to indulge on both yours and your partner’s sweet tooth.

Something you both shared was your random cravings for something sweet. Other than that, you two were almost complete opposites. Hoseok was very cheerful, very outgoing, active and outspoken. Although you were certainly a very friendly and sunny person, you preferred the quiet of your own home, being a bit more of an introvert, and did not get along with any kind of very straining physical activities.

Not that you didn’t enjoy, every once in a while, dancing with Hoseok. He made it so much fun, it was difficult to even see it as any form of exercise when you were enjoying yourself so much next to him. But your heavy body was definitely not made for large quick movements that involved a lot of lifting of your weight. Having always been bigger than the average girl, you knew your limits.

Your love for pastries didn’t help, but it was not like you were trying to lose weight anyway. You learned to love your body, chubby bits and all, despite what everyone else thought. Even if it was difficult, you did end up realizing nobody was perfect and people who judge other people based on their appearance were not the kind of people you wanted to listen to.

Stopping just a few feet short of your destination, you patted down your dress and arranged your hair a bit. You put a bit more effort when dressing up this morning, already planning on surprising Hoseok at the dance studio after work. You had a summer dress on, cream with yellow sunflowers on it, and a denim jacket on top, simple sneakers on your feet. Dresses were not really your preferred clothing, but Hoseok told you how much he loved seeing you in a dress before, so you were warming up to them.

Taking a deep breath and biting you bottom lip out of silly giddiness, you stepped forward and looked through the rectangular glass on the door, allowing you to see inside the dance studio to make sure Hoseok was inside. He was, but he was not alone.

There seemed to be a small dance crew inside, of about ten people, women and men. All of them were lounging around, apparently on a break, in their workout clothes showing off their good physique. But your eyes fell on the pair that was still dancing.

Hoseok was dancing with a girl, and you couldn’t keep your eyes away from his hands holding her small waist, the way his arms wrapped around her in one of the moves, the suggestive hip movements of her small bum against him. By the end of the choreography, she even dared brushing her nose against Hoseok’s, smiling coyly at him. Relief washed over you as you saw him respectfully step back, going to grab a towel to clean his sweat.

You almost decided to just go home, somehow feeling uncomfortable with the thought of going in when there were so many people inside. You just wanted to see Hoseok, spend a bit of time with him, without anyone else. However, when the girl persisted on chasing Hoseok, placing a hand on his arms as she smiled up at him and talked, you knew you had to do something. Bracing yourself, you turned the handle on the door and walked in.

“Hi, baby. Surprise!” you exclaim shyly as you walk in, waving the card box in front of you when Hoseok turned to see you.

“Sunshine!” He immediately smiled brightly at the sight of you, jumping happily your way, leaving behind the confused female dancer.

You had just placed your purse and the box on the table nearby when he pulled you into his arms, enveloping you in his warmth and strong scent of a mixture of sweat and fresh floral. You were immediately comforted by his actions, hugging him back even though you were blushing a bit since there were so many strangers in the room.

“Hey, Hoseok, we’re leaving now. Thanks for everything!” a man of the crew said, picking up his bag and the others following.

“Sure, no problem at all. Call me anytime” Hoseok responded, letting go of you to address him and wave everyone goodbye as he accompanied them to the door.

As soon as the door closed, he turned hot on his heels and ran back to you, grabbing your round face in his hands and leaning down for a breathtaking kiss, soft lips pressed against yours heavily, every movement sending shivers down your spine. When he came up again, he had a bashful smile and dark eyes staring lovingly at you.

“What a nice surprise, Y/N. And you look so cute today” he compliments, his eyes roaming over your body as he speaks.

“You really think so? Wasn’t… Wasn’t that dancer prettier than me?” you ask hesitantly, avoiding his eyes as you opened the box to reveal the sweet pastries you bought.

Hoseok grabs your hands and pulls you so you face him again, leaning down to look into your eyes as he kisses your knuckles. You’re flushed and he adores it.

“No one is more beautiful than my sweet Y/N. No one compares, no one even comes close” he assures, lips leaving your hands to start pecking every inch of your face, hands settling on your wide hips and soothing the skin there. “You… are… my… only… sunshine” he said between pecks.

You giggle and pull gently on his chest just so he can stop leaving little kisses on your face and look into your sparkling eyes.

“Okay, okay. Sorry I asked. But she was coming on to you and I didn’t like it. At all” you confessed, pouting a bit.

“Is my sunshine jealous?” he asks, a bit too pleased about it, his hands moving to intertwine behind your lower back, pulling you closer together.

“Can you blame me? She was the type of girl you used to like” you remind him, suddenly very focused on your fingers on top of his chest.

“Before I met you, you mean” he clarifies, banging his forehead against yours just hard enough to make you look angrily up at him. It was hard to stay angry when looking at such an angelic face, though. “Because when I met you, that changed. You are the only type of girl I like now.”

“Well, it was such a drastic change… Are you really okay with being with me, Hoseok?” Even though you’re a bit afraid to, you look into his eyes. And see the hurt behind them at your question, making you regret voicing your fears. But before you could apologize for what you said, he was pressing against you and kissing you heavily.

Pushing you against the table with force, his hands were stretched against your back, keeping you as close as possible, while his mouth moved avidly against yours, nibbling at your bottom lip until you parted for him, no hesitation as his tongue came out to taste you, play with you, deep moans spewing out from you at his lustful actions.

“Ho-Hoseok…” you whimper as you take a deep breath, feeling your lungs burning alongside the rest of your body as he kept igniting a fire deep in you.

Unable to keep his lips from you, he was now nibbling at the skin on your neck, grazing his teeth against you and licking with his tongue. He had you a whimpering mess, his hands moving up and down your back, coming down to squeeze your flesh around your hips.

“I have a confession” he whispered roughly against your skin, voice deeper than usual. “I told you I liked seeing you in dresses, and I do, but I had an ulterior motive.”

When his hands start descending from your hips, down to the hem of your skirt, and feeling up the skin under it, you tremble as you realize what he meant. His fingers are dipping at the flesh of your big thighs, running up and down your soft skin as he kept kissing you neck. When he suddenly squeezes your meaty rump, you gasp against his shoulder, like a jolt of electricity just ran through you.

“It’s much better access to my favorite parts” he whispers against your ear, before taking the lobe in between his teeth and licking it softly.

Moaning shamefully, you can’t control your needy instincts anymore and your hips brush against him, just searching for any kind of friction on the throbbing pooling in between your legs. Hoseok groans, fingers digging into your ass so strongly it was bound to leave marks.

Taking advantage of his position, his hands lift your heavy body just long enough for him to place you on top of the table and kissing you hungrily with your legs on each side of his lean hips, your arms coming up to hug his neck. He is tasting every spot of your mouth, sucking softly on your sensitive tongue, as his hands travel from your backside to your thighs, kneading the flesh a bit before one of them move closer to your center and his fingers brush the silky fabric covering you.

“Ah…! Hoseok, someone can come in!” You admonish him, although not strong enough to move away from him as you did so.

“I locked the door” he shares, going back to nibble your protesting lips.

“But, they can still see us” you say, referring to the rectangular glass on the door.

“Let them” was all he said, claiming back your mouth before you could disagree.

His fingers start moving up and down your covered opening and all your can do is hide your embarrassed expression against his shoulder, the pleasure overtaking any concern you might have. He rubs over the soaking fabric for a few moments more, mouth occupied with your neck and now disclosed shoulder, as your jacket had fallen off one of your shoulders down your arm.

When his agile fingers go under your panties, that is when your heavy breaths and low moans transform into loud whimpers and stuttering yelps, his digits quickly finding your aching clit and rubbing merciless against it, making you carve your nails into his shoulders as your head leans back at the sensation. You almost want to hit him when his movements slow down, but forgive him immediately when you feel his hands move ever so slightly down to your clenching entrance, begging for some relief as well.

“I wouldn’t do this for anyone else, sunshine” he says, kissing your blushing cheeks as he searched for your hooded eyes to look at him. “I only want to pleasure you, Y/N. No one else.”

“H-Hoseok, please…” you beg of him, his fingers just drawing lazy circles around your hole instead of filling you up like you wanted.

“Do you understand? How much I want you? How much I love you?” he demands to know.

“Y-Yes. I love you too. Baby, please, please” you found yourself saying, cheek against his shoulder looking up at him through lust-blown eyes, much like his were too.

“Anything for my sweet sunshine” he smirks.

Finally, his fingers dip inside of you and you moan at the incredible pleasure of having him in, your walls clenching around him as if to keep him in place. He takes no time in pumping his digits in and out at a fast steady pace, wiggling them inside every other thrust, hitting a special spot that has your vision go black every time. And then his thumb stretches to rub your clit as he keeps pumping you, the pleasure becoming too much and you feel as you’re about to go over the edge, the tension building up to an excruciating level. His hands move faster and he is kissing and licking down your neck and your vision goes dark as something spills inside you, strong waves of pure pleasure spreading to every part of your body.

Legs shaking, back arching, hands clawing at his shoulders and mouth agape, although no sound comes, he continues pumping his fingers to prolong your high for as long as possible. When your body goes almost numb against his, that’s when he stops his movements.

His clean hand comes up to lift your chin so you look up at him, your skin so flushed you were sure you looked like a cherry. He seemed to admire your expression of bliss for a moment before pressing his lips softly against yours.

“Now, I’m gonna take a very much needed cold shower to calm me down. But then I’m taking you home and showing you what your body does to me and how much I crave for it, every minute of every day. Be ready.”

With that, he steps back from you, licking his dirty fingers clean as he looked at you. You notice the very hard bulge on his sweatpants as he moves away.

“By the way, my sunshine is much sweeter than any other sweet I have ever tasted.” He winks at you and turns towards the showers, leaving you behind, the most embarrassed but flattered you had ever been.

407 notes · View notes

tiaragqueen · 4 years

Note

Could I request a Yandere Pariston from HXH if all possible?

Bête Noire

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Pariston Hill x Reader

✂ Word Count: 1k+

✂ Trigger Warnings: Manipulation, brief violence

[Edited]

***

This is, by far, the most shocking request I've ever gotten. And not because I feel unnerved by his smile and eyes, nope. I also want to apologize if he seems OOC. I'm not very familiar with him.

If you like my writing, please support me on ko-fi!

“I don't wanna know. If you're playin' me, keep it on the low, cause my heart can't take it anymore. And if your creepin, please don't let it show.” - I Don’t Wanna Know [Mario Winans]

There was a small part of you that knew that Pariston wouldn’t come. Why would he? Ging was more interesting than you could ever be. He was intelligent, powerful, and insightful. Sure, there were a lot of such people in the association, but Ging was the only one who Pariston hated so far. Whereas you were merely a simple woman who managed to grab his attention somehow, and that alone spoke volumes about your relationship. You didn’t even know why he stayed with you when he didn’t even bother to drop by most of the time, but you figured something about your personality still interested him in some way.

And you weren’t sure if you should be grateful or angry, knowing that he only dated you simply due to your ‘appeal’. Because, honestly, was he even capable of loving in the first place? Could he ever love someone beyond the certain intrigue he found from them? Could he ever stop provoking and destroying people that he ‘loved’? Probably not, and you might not have the right to question his ways when you’d already agreed to plunge yourself into this predicament.

Heck, you might be the first woman who dared to form a ‘relationship’ with him, and that proved your stupidity.

But there wasn’t any way out, was there? As far as you were concerned, you were bound indefinitely to him. You couldn’t break up or try to manipulate him into doing it because he always succeeded in seeing through your pitiful endeavors and twisted the words straight from your mouth, and he did that with an amused smile on his face. Yeah, of course, he was amused. What were you thinking anyway? There was no way you could manipulate a manipulator, especially a skilled one like him. Your flimsy lies were nothing compared to the elaborate deceit that he weaved seamlessly from his lithe hands and beguiling features.

Maybe that was the reason why this relationship continued until today. You’d shown him an unexpected side of you, after all. A malicious side that you’d never thought existed within your otherwise bland person.

Still, you sighed woefully as you rested your chin on the edge of the table, he could’ve at least had the decency to come and savor the meals you’d been slaving over. You weren’t a proficient cooker by any means, but you still wanted the best for this special day. And yet, he wouldn’t even deign to leave a reply to your incessant messages, despite having read every single of it.

This must be the punishment for being too hopeful, you thought. It was useless to desire a miracle from him, that much you were aware of, and yet, you still did anyway.

Sighing at the futility of the situation, you stood up from the dining chair and slouched towards the living room. Perhaps you could find some shows to distract your mind, regardless of how hopeless it sounded. Anything was better than getting depressed over your usually absent boyfriend, even if it meant watching cringy movies.

But, of course, the universe just couldn’t let you rest for a second.

The front door opened, and sauntered inside was none other than the anticipated guest himself. He noticed your almost instinctive glare and waved cheerfully, beaming as he did so.

“[Name]! How have you been? Long time no see, huh?” His wide smile expanded slightly when he noticed your darkening mien. “I almost forgot that today’s our anniversary! Oh, how silly of me~”

You considered flipping him off, but the abrasive gesture couldn’t possibly serve your warranted anger enough justice.

“Oh! Fuck off, will you?” you barked. “You were probably just playing with that man, Ging!”

Pariston cocked his head and hummed questioningly. “Are you jealous, [Name]?” he inquired in mock innocence.

“Don’t be stupid. I know you’ve read my messages, and now, you dare to show up after ignoring me for hours! Two hours, that’s how long I’ve been waiting for your wretched self!”

Throughout your rant, never once he made an effort to interject or deny it. Instead, he merely grinned as though he was watching the most entertaining show of the century.

“My, my, [Name]. Has anyone ever told you how adorable you look when you’re angry?” He purposefully mused to burn the flame even hotter and brighter. “I’m utterly grateful to have such a cute girlfriend like you. It makes it all the more worthwhile.”

You didn’t stop to consider the motive behind his words or take a second look at his expression. In your fury, you grabbed a cup that was sitting on the coffee table and flung it across the room, hoping to physically injure him the same way he’d been mentally wounding you. Chuckling at your ineffective attack, Pariston effortlessly swiped the flying cup before it could crash on to his face and strutted towards you.

There was no time to avoid him, nor did you expect him to move so freaking fast, and soon you found yourself trapped against the wall. His hand gripped your jaw to keep you at eye level, while the other pinned your arm.

“What’s wrong, [Name]? Can’t move?” he inquired, grinning shamelessly to your face. “Come on, attack me again. Throw me more things and hurt me however you please. Show me that expression again. Let me know how much you despise me.”

“You’re an insufferable little bitch, Pariston.” you snarled as you squirmed in his pervasive hold.

“And yet, you accepted me.” he retorted easily, gleefully. “And stuck with me ever since. Does that make you insufferable too?”

“I don’t have a choice!”

“You don’t have a choice, or do you simply love me too much?”

You didn’t answer, knowing that either way, Pariston would still be pleased. Riling him up was an impossible and emotionally draining task, so you resorted to silence as a form of quiet defiance.

“Sulking, are we?” Pariston blinked owlishly, not quite expecting such a response. Nevertheless, it didn’t deter him from teasing you relentlessly. “What a childish thing, but I guess that’s what makes me love you even more~”

#yandere oneshot #yandere anime au #yandere imagine #yandere anime #anime yandere au #anime yandere #yandere scenario #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hxh imagine #yandere hxh #Yandere pariston #Yandere pariston hill #Yandere Pariston x reader #Yandere Pariston hill x reader #Yandere request #Request #Anon

87 notes · View notes

caimkairos · 4 years

Text

forged on lightning, treaty on the palm

Undoubtedly, this was a mistake.

Still, she raced forward. Past the snow, past the ruined city. She had never ran so fast, never really ran at all, but she ran forward now.

The air was cold, so cold. But she had to reach that figure still walking away. The figure Chaldea had fought, that everyone had fought.

A naïve, dumb girl. Blind to reality. She knew that’s how cynical people saw her. How realistic people saw her. But-

(She had raced back when she saw that woman. The boy she wanted to be friends with, save, laughed in her face. A woman that was not human had ‘rescued’ her for the purpose of cruelty. Looked at her eyes and laughed herself silly. ‘Rescued’ her because it was like a cat playing with a mouse.)

(Yua knew the world was cruel. This world exemplified that. Russia, the land of the strong and the dead or dying. But she couldn’t take it anymore.)

“IVAN!” A near wail, seeing that figure collapse to his knees. Her chest was tight, no, everything was tight and burning. Nothing was possible to save. She couldn’t save the A Team- now the Crypters. She couldn’t save humanity, all she could do was keep the lights running and the machines working. Even that didn’t stick. She couldn’t save Da Vinci, she couldn’t save Dr. Romani, or Olga Marie Animusphere, or her coworkers, or anyone-

If she couldn’t save this one person, no matter how deserving-

(Yua would break.)

“IVAN!” There were no honorifics, no terms of address. She didn’t know him. Koyanskaya had persuaded the Father to show her him, once, but it was another attempt at- making herself laugh. She had been in Russia since then.

(They seemed to expect a bigger reaction. A much bigger one.)

(But... she wasn’t afraid of him. He was- big, yeah. Bigger than any of the Yaga, than really anything besides... maybe Tiamat, or some dragons. Bigger than anything she’d seen in person, yes. But... he wasn’t horrifying.)

(Apparently, that wasn’t a common reaction.)

The point was, this action... was stupid. She had no reason to save him. He was ‘Ivan the Terrible’. Emphasis on the last bit. There was no reason to save someone like him. There was no reason for her to even want to save him. But Yua had to. She had to. He was the only person she could reach.

“Please- please, stand back up!” It was pathetic begging, wasn’t it? There was no purpose to this. He had been defeated, in every way. But-

“You can’t give up- n- not until they give you an answer!” That finally makes the mountain respond to her, something almost a laugh.

(The tree has already been lost. She should hurry, try to find the Shadow Border. If she doesn’t-)

“Their silence was enough. That was their answer. Our death is met with ignorance.” He sounds defeated. So defeated. But- but she can’t take it. The tears freeze as they fall, icicles on her face, and it hurts, but not as much as her heart.

(Filled up with so much empathy for someone she doesn’t even know. That nobody should care for, a tyrant everyone here seems to hate, fear, or both. But she can’t reach anyone else.)

(It’s probably selfish.)

(It’s absolutely selfish.)

“You talked about God! You think He would let this world just- just end?!” She screams into the wind and it’s blasphemy and they both must know it. She doesn’t know what God wants. She can’t know.

“It can’t be! Things can’t be that cruel!”

“The world is that way. You cannot deny it, one from Proper Humanity. This flame-”

“It isn’t dead yet! You aren’t dead yet! They hurt you, but you can heal! You can still be saved! I can save you!” Pleading. Her hands are miniscule compared to his own. Arguing with a tyrant.

“You think you can save me? You think you have the right?” It’s a fair point, but that voice that can’t bring up even anger is just even more infuriating.

“It isn’t fair!”

“That is a child’s lo-”

“If something isn’t fair, you change the rules to make it right! You don’t just- just shrug and give up! What kind of ruler abandons his people like this?!” The mountain (Ivan the Terrible) shifts, turning his face to her.

“You dare-!”

“I do! I do because you’re giving up! You should be with your people til the very end, fighting til the last chance is lost! The Tsarina fell! There is no other choice for a ruler! Would you just- just leave them here?! Just die? Leave them forgotten?! Alone?! There- there are other Lostbelts! Other options! We can find a way!” Yua is screaming. Shouting at the world more than the man (the demonic beast) (the tsar) (the servant) in front of her. Because she can’t stand it.

She loves the world, she loves people, and because of that, she hates this idea of reality more than anything else.

“This world can’t be lost yet! I can’t- I can’t accept that!”

This coat hides her most cherished possession, ripped out from its place around her neck.

It’s not a proper rosary. It shouldn’t really be compared to anything holy. The beads are worn down, it’s become what is mostly a necklace, and the cross has been held to tightly and rubbed so much the corners and almost nubs. But her mother gave her this, a long time ago.

It’s this she puts in his hand. It’s miniscule compared to him. She barely reaches his knee, and she couldn’t reach Ivan’s hand if he hadn’t fallen from his wounds. (She has to desperately ignore the thick, almost tar like blood that oozes out of some of them.) She can’t shove it in there, really, because he is more powerful than her. But when her hand pulls at his finger and it moves, she feels a bit of hope.

“This is my faith. If I’m wrong- then destroy it! If it’s just some dumb thought then get rid of it like you would some rebel or- or something! Tell me I’m wrong! Crush it!”

But he doesn’t. He stares (she assumes he stares, because she can’t see his eyes) at his palm. Maybe he can’t- he’s as faithful as her if not more so. But he could, easily. Without even thinking about it. It must take more effort to keep his hand so deathly still.

“You would chain yourself to a dead world rotting? This pilgrimage is not to a paradise. There is no chance of your retinue returning. Your Chaldea has left. The wisest thing would be to attempt contacting them. Would you choose to remain?”

“...” She hesitates. Pauses. Of course she does. She’s human. She doesn’t want to die.

(She’s even more fragile than any life here.)

“...yeah. Yeah. I would. I will.” Her voice really isn’t strong or anything. It’s clumsy and she sounds full of nerves as she feels, and her throat is sore from the cold, and she’s been crying, so it’s all scratchy on top of everything else.

But maybe they’re strong enough, because Ivan the Terrible moves.

That palm is lowered to the ground. Yua hesitates, the fear gripping her heart again. The intent doesn’t hit her for a few moments. The palm stays there, patiently, resting on the ground, in the snow.

Oh.

Carefully, aware of how small she is, how he could squish her like a bug-

She takes her rosary back, and steps into his palm.

Trusts in a tyrant to not harm her.

It’s stupid. It’s foolish. It’s flat out insanity. Her kindness has not been met with anything but cruelty or apathy for months upon months. But she knows it’s stupid. She isn’t naïve. Not anymore. She hasn’t been naïve for a long time. She knows he could just kill her, and be done with it. Die with this world.

It’s all ending. Those trees are important and this worlds’ is gone. Chaldea is probably- no, they’re definitely gone. She can’t sense her familiars anymore, however briefly she could when they arrived here. She’s lost her familiars. She’s lost everything. She’s lost everything.

She’s lost the chance to escape, because she ran forward to the one person she thought she could save. Because she was so desperate to do something good that she ignored everything else.

It all could end right here, and that thought nearly makes her pass out. She shakes, finally, in his palm, holding desperately for balance onto the tip of one of his fingers as she is raised, slowly, to eye level with him. Her lip is bitten and she’s still crying.

(She’s going to die all over again, isn’t she? Instead of facing death in an explosion, in fire and ruin, she’ll die in the snow.)

(It’s ironic in a way that feels sick in her gut.)

But she stands there in his hand. She stands. She feels, however faint...

Hope.

“Young woman from Proper Human History. Answer my question now. Are you my Master?” That low rumble finally makes her smile, no matter how grim this is, no matter how likely her own death is now with this very action-

“I- I am! I am your Master! Y- Yua Saito!”

And lightning splits the sky, as a crimson mark appears on a young woman’s palm.

#shaking like sakura blossoms in a storm.yua ic #circuits in symmetry and circles of chalk.yua drabbles #inside a doll's innerworkings.yua headcanons #please read for more! or don't.meta tag #lostbelt spoilers tw #long post tw #((it got very long. whoops??????#((BUT JUST... LISTEN...#((i may be projecting some feelings about lostbelt events into this drabble #((but it is a) absolutely now canon so whoops! she got a mammoth #and b) i WOULD ramble about how the biggest tragedy in the entire lostbelt arc is that these worlds are (spoilers obviously) all doomed to #((fight for the mere right to EXIST to LIVE and ruled largely by ppl who just could not GIVE less of a fuck about the /people/ of their worl #((worlds #((and how these genuinely innocent people are the ones REALLY facing the consequences #((facing the fact that they will be destroyed for another world to continue to live #((denied the right to even exist #((because another world was deemed more worthwhile by people who had the power to make that decision #((Besides the fact that most of them will be destroyed anyways by EACH OTHER!!#((i have Feelings:tm: but that's for another day #((for today: yua gets a servant #((and makes a Probably Definitely Very Bad Decision #((and finally embraces her shiroukin/emiyakin

5 notes · View notes

rainbowserenity · 4 years

Text

uhhh so this is @comeonlight and @lightning4ever‘s faults 8))) I didn’t expect to write anything else this year due to massive amounts of stress, but....this happened. it’s silly but also kind of nsfw?? idk but HAPPY HOLIDAYS, here is some OTP ridiculousness and here’s to hopefully more in 2020! I love you guys, thank you all for the support you’ve given me and keep giving me <3333333333

The thing about having game night at Fang and Vanille’s place was that the size of the place was immediately obvious when they all gathered. It was fine for two of them, but nine people? It was a wonder the floor didn’t cave in.

They all usually got around this by having Snow sit on the floor, while everyone else crammed onto the loveseat and couch. Sure, there were extra chairs, but they were at an awkward height for the coffee table - not to mention that Fang and Vanille had an ever-changing roster of foster animals that like to use the chairs as beds.

So whenever game night happened at Fang and Vanille’s place, Lightning swallowed her pride and would do something she never thought she would ever do:

She sat on Hope’s lap.

It worked out, for the most part. After all, they were a couple, and stuff like this wasn’t out of the ordinary. It just....well, had a massive PDA vibe to it, and Lightning wasn’t one for that kind of stuff.

But these were their friends and it was better than sitting on the floor. The others teased them for a bit, but after the first few times, Lightning started looking more and more forward to those nights they’d drink and play cards at Fang and Vanille’s, because she’d have a dumb excuse to stay close to Hope without it being weird and obvious.

Sappy? Yeah. But Hope seemed to love those nights as well. She got used to having his arm slide around her waist, or his chin on her shoulder. It was comforting.

"Comfy?”

Lightning nodded. “Are you?”

He grinned. “Always.”

They were two hours into a card game and they were all relaxed and happy (and in Sazh and Fang’s cases, pleasantly buzzed). Lightning had even found herself huffing with laughter at one of Snow’s stupid jokes, which was quite a feat.

However, at one point, she was aware that there was something growing a bit uncomfortable. She kept moving around on Hope’s lap, struggling to find the best way to sit without making his legs go numb.

It wasn’t until she heard Hope suck in a quiet breath that she realized what was happening.

Oh.

Lightning turned to face him a bit. Hope was gripping the back of the couch like a lifeline. She could tell that he was calling on every possible ounce of concentration to keep a neutral expression on his face, but there was no hiding the fire in his eyes when their gazes met.

She glanced away and swallowed heavily, struggling to keep her own expression level. It didn’t help when Fang took once look at them and started snickering, though luckily everybody ignored her.

There were, of course, a bunch of ways this could turn out:

One, they would ignore this like adults and keep hanging out with their friends. A plausible option, Lightning thought, although she had a feeling Hope would vehemently disagree.

Two, they could duck out early and leave, knowing Fang would probably laugh and spill the beans, but who cared? Maybe Hope had a teenage fantasy of having a quickie in the car. Lightning never had, but then again, she never thought she’d be in any sort of romantic relationship, so anything was possible.

Three - and this was by far the worst option - they could be totally obvious and sneak off into the bathroom. Or maybe Hope could sneak off in there alone, although his slack were very loose and comfortable and left pretty much nothing to the imagination.

Lightning was trying to think of a fourth option where she just sat here all night until Hope, uh, calmed down, when Fang suddenly got up from her spot on the couch.

“Yo, Sunshine! C’mon, you and me and Serah should go for a beer run, yeah? We’ve gotta restock, anyway.”

“Uh.” Lightning stared at her, knowing exactly what she was doing. However, the not-so-little predicament under Lightning’s lap was having an extremely curious effect of turning her mind to mush. If they hadn’t been surrounded by their friends, there was no doubt in her mind that she’d been moving her hips juuuust right...

“Store’s just around the corner. We’ll be back in plenty of time.” Fang smirked.

Everyone else was staring at them now. Clearly Noel and Serah had figured out what was going on, because Noel looked extremely awkward and Serah seemed about to burst with giggles. It was only a matter of time before the others caught on.

Would Lightning let herself be embarrassed this way? Hell no!

“Sounds good. I could use the walk,” she replied.

Then, in a move only befitting of a former solider, she swiftly stood - ignoring the quiet noise of protest Hope made - and slammed a pillow in his lap in the span of about half a second. Obvious, yeah, but if no one saw anything....

Fang’s shoulders shook. Now even Sazh was trying not to laugh. Maybe the pillow really had been too obvious.

Hope cleared his throat, sitting up a bit and hugging the pillow to himself. “We’ll just hold down the fort here. No big deal.”

Now Fang barked out a laugh. “You should come too, Hope.”

Bad, bad, baaaad choice of words, Lightning thought. She was about to retort when Hope suddenly stood, still holding the pillow casually at waist-level, if one could even do such a thing causally. “I, um - I need to use the restroom.”

“You need the pillow for that?”

For some reason, that was what made Hope finally blush. “I need it for....back support.”

The Goddess had no mercy on them, because Snow joined in the conversation. “Is that what they’re calling it?” He snickered. “I thought Light was you ‘back support’.” He made air quotes, like anyone could possibly not understand.

“Yeah.” Fang laughed again. “You gonna leave her hanging?”

There was a pause where things were nearly quiet - or would have been, without everybody snickering or trying not to laugh.

Then, to Lightning’s absolute shock, Hope suddenly grabbed her hand and yanked her across the room, shoving them both into the tiny bathroom and slamming the door behind them.

The catcalls and whoops were just barely muffled by the closed door. Lightning knew she probably should have been embarrassed and annoyed and whatnot, but Hope was staring at her with that fire in his eyes and that was all she cared to focus on.

“Hope - ”

“I can handle you sitting on my lap, Light. I’m not some kid who can’t control himself.” He leaned in close and caged her between his arms, her back against the wall. Her traitorous hands went to his waist, skimming the waistband of his pants, to which he leaned in and let out a low groan next to her ear. The noise shot heat between her legs so quickly that she lost her breath for a second. “But for some reason, tonight...I just couldn’t focus on anything but you. And then you kept moving and all I wanted to do was bring you home and keep us in bed for the next week.”

Even before they’d started their relationship, Lightning had been very aware that Hope was an adult. She did occasionally have fleeting thoughts of when he was a shy but determined teenager who knew nothing about the world, and those thoughts were always met fondly.

It was times like now, however, that she was very aware that he was very much an adult....and she was very much attracted to him.

“You still could,” she replied in a low, breathless voice. Her hands were trembling to unbutton his pants. “They’ll already know what we’re doing in here.”

Hope flicked his tongue against her ear and she moaned, trying to keep it down. The sound apparently made something in Hope snap and he grabbed her legs, lifting them up so she could hook them around his waist. She let out a sharp gasp, their heads instinctively turning to seek each other’s mouths in a desperate kiss.

“I can’t wait another second,” he growled against her lips, and there was something about him manhandling her that just left her gone. They shoved aside just enough of their clothes and it was all she could do just to hold on, not caring about the muffled sound of their friends right outside the door. All it did was remind her to try and stay quiet.

“Later,” Hope murmured against her ear, gripping her thighs tightly like that was the only thing keeping him upright. “Later, when we get home, I’m gonna drag you to bed and do things with you so that you can’t help but scream.” He moaned, not doing as well to hide the noise as she was....not that she was being all that quiet. “Do you want that, Light?”

“Yes,” she gasped, one of her hands gripping his hair. Her fingers twisted in the strands and her head fell back, knocking against the wall, but it felt like nothing compared to what he was doing to her. “Yes, please - !”

They needed to keep kissing in order to stay quiet, but it was impossible when her breath was continuously taken away. It was ridiculous - they were in a tiny bathroom, their friends were right on the other side of the door, and they were both in for the most embarrassing moment of their lives when they came out.

But god was it worth it.

When they’d finally come down from the high and she was able to stand without her legs feeling like jelly, they rearranged their clothes and Hope fixed his hair somewhat. The bathroom door creeeeeeeaked open.

Seven pairs of eyes instantly swiveled towards them.

Hope cleared his throat. “I, uh - ” Cough. “I have an extremely complicated series of buckles on this pair of pants. It requires three hands and a lot of effort.” Lightning thought of how easily she’d undone the zipper and wisely said nothing.

“Sure.” It was Fang who replied after an incredulous pause. “And I’m bettin’ those buckles were very entertaining.”

Serah was the first one to start cracking up. It wasn’t long before everyone - even Hope and Light - followed. Sure, she was embarrassed and they would never hear the end of it. Maybe she’d regret letting hormones, of all the crazy things, get the best of her.

But that repeat performance she’d been promised?

Worth it.

84 notes · View notes

anotheruserwithnoname · 4 years

Text

Where no one has gone ... for a while

Thanks to Alberta having (touch wood) very low Covid-19 numbers (I won’t even qualify that with “compared to” - for the last month we’ve been providing PPEs to other parts of Canada, so yeah our numbers fortunately are very low), many businesses here have reopened in the last 10 days, and more will reopen Monday in Calgary including barbers (try as I might to rock the Peter Capaldi pouffy hair look, it just doesn’t work). If all goes well, we could be seeing movies again by Canada Day, though events like the Calgary Stampede remain cancelled.

For the first time in 2 months I was able to get to a couple of my favourite malls today and, except for some silliness around closing some entrances (if you’re not restricting the number of people coming in, it’s a wasted effort to close doors), and a few other things like people lined up down the mall to get into certain popular shops, it was business as usual.

I was disappointed that a major bookstore chain and Canada’s last remaining national CD/video store chain have decided to stay closed for a while yet - especially since the malls were very busy and people were shopping. I saw a lot of bags being carried. Stores wanting to get back into the swing of things need to be on the ball and capitalize on the spending spree under way as people make up for missed birthdays and enjoy the luxury of being able to shop somewhere that’s not a grocery store, Costco or Wal-Mart.

But, speaking as a consumer, one thing stores need to do is develop consistency in their rules. Yes, we know restricted access to stores is going to be around for a while, along with other reduced seating capacity in restaurants, etc. The more pessimistic among us are saying this is going to be a permanent change thanks to covid-paranoia and the fear of “the next big one.” We’ll see how long that lasts, but it gets frustrating when you go to one store and they have one set of rules for access and the store next door has not only different, but contradictory rules. One says “wear gloves” the other says “no gloves from outside,” for example.

Then you have stores that are requiring people to use reusable bags. Go to the liquor store next door and reusable bags are banned because of Covid and they want customers to use the single-use plastic bags provided.

One that has actually made me laugh is here in Calgary we have some stores in a grocery chain requiring people to line up outside (rain or no rain - would it kill them to put up some tents???) because of limitations on occupancy. But the hilarious part is drive 5 minutes - less than the wait time at Store #1 - to another store in the same chain and they don’t give a damn, go right in. One big box automotive store here is only allowing 35 people in at once; that includes employees so it’s really more like 15 customers. Another chain that sells mostly the same stuff? Keep six feet away from everyone else, use the hand sanitizer (remember the stuff everyone was warning people against using just a year ago?), go right in nice to see ya!

Right now, at least in my part of the world, this is being greeted with eye-rolling, good humour and employees shrugging and say “yeah, we don’t get it either.” But this isn’t going to last and if stores want people to keep going in and not either turning to online or simply choosing to go to a different store (the bigger concern, I think - I’ve already struck one grocery store off my list permanently but there are literally a dozen more to choose from), they’re going to have to come up with a solid set of rules that everyone follows. Even if it’s “everyone has to put on a hazmat suit.” People will complain, sure, but they’ll get used to it and at least it’ll be consistent.

All that said, it still felt good to be able to visit one of my favourite second-hand bookstores today for the first time in months. Oh, and to those who might have trade credit at such places? Do them a favour when they reopen and don’t use it for a while. These stores need cash as they dig themselves out of the debt caused by rent and other expenses that did not go away during the lockdowns. Using trade credit right now is just not a good idea.

#covid-19 #retail #personal

6 notes · View notes

prorevenge · 5 years

Text

Let's see how he looks at you now.

A few background information before I get into the story.

I am a bastard child, child born out of wedlock, but I am not the only one. I have a fraternal twin brother, we'll call him Dill. When my mother and father, who were both 25 at the time, found out they were having twins, my father left my mother in the hospital the day after we were born. Growing up, he was never in our lives and my mother didn't have any ill intent towards him. We resented the mention of a father who we never seen or met in our lives and was generally happy with my single mother. Even there was days my mother would share old Polaroids of them together, saying things like how we look like our father and how those we great days, but how nothing could compare to the day we were born.

Fast forward to 18 years old, Dill and I were at our graduation from high school. My entire moms side of the family was there to celebrate, take pictures and then have an after party at my aunts home. Before that could happen, my mother said she had a surprise for us as between the crowd, a man was emerging. Dill and I soon felt a terrible distaste as we could tell this man was the man who seemed to walk out on my mother all those years ago. We felt hatred towards this man even if my mother smiled whenever she would talk about him.

Our father cried, in turn making my mother cry as they soon told us how he was involved in our lives even if it wasn't in person or physical.

My parents told us that when we were born, they agreed that they couldn't take care of twins with the income they had. With a worded agreement, my parents agreed that my father would have to walk out for most of our lives to support us and sent money off from a job miles away from our birth town. So the years of birthdays, cars, Christmas presents, Halloween costumes and thanksgiving dinner wasn't only paid by my mother, but our father as well. They handed us envelopes that they said was for our college tuition. Our father even took us by the hands and got on his knees while crying. As if on an instant, it was like our resentment towards this man fluttered away. I cried and Dill was helping him up. Without a second thought, we embraced our parents and my father wouldn't stop apologizing.

Our relationship with our father 9 years later couldn't be stronger, we bond any way children and their father could have.

With their help we graduated from college, me in business and fashion while my brother in computer sciences. We are both 27 now, doing things we both love.

Now, you are probably wondering: "Maybe they got pro revenge on their father who abandoned them for 18 years."

I'm here to tell you, No, it isn't. My pro revenge story is about the woman our father brought to our high school graduation.

Our step-mother, her name being Heather for this story as for privacy reason.

Heather was and still is married to our father. At first glance, she was a very nice looking woman and we were happy that our father was in love with someone. Our mother had no qualms about the marriage as she was partially the instigator for my fathers proposal.

Heather was about 5 years younger than my father who is 53 years old now, and has 3 other boys (6, 8 and 19 then. 15, 16 and 28 now) with another husband. We also get very well along with them, my brother and I loving the fact we have friendly, kind and sweet step-brothers who would step in if anything was wrong.

But, what we first thought was not at all what we seemed.

The story:

Within the first 6 years we got to know our father and Heather, we noticed that Heather was extremely babied and spoiled by our father. She and our step-brothers wore clothing brands and had expensive devices. My father told us that he would shower us the same way if we pleased, but we passed on the offer as just reconnecting our father and the times he spoiled our behinds off when we were children while we resented him was enough to spoil us rotten.

The days we would spent at our fathers house, I would wake up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom or drink water to hear Heather shouting at my father, who would attempt to quickly calm her down in a nonthreatening fashion. I didn't understand why he was being yelled at but it slowly pricked at me whenever I experienced it.

It wasn't until I realized my father would often visit us with scratch marks, cuts and bruises on his face and sometimes his arms. That was always unsettling to my brother and I when our father would joke that a cat would dig in their trash or some random excuse that was a obvious lie. We figured we couldn't do anything until our father would stop bottling up his truth.

Our step-brother, the eldest who we will call Matt came with us to go drinking and dancing on our 25th birthday. My brothers got wasted, I had a bad experience with an ex-boyfriend and drinking so I stayed away from drinking. Therefore, I was the designated driver for that day. With the help of a few, less drunk, friends, I managed to get my brothers in the car. Matt in the front and Dill in back, his face pressing against the leather cushion while bumbling something silly.

As we drove home, Matt was slowly getting sober but I could tell he couldn't fully comprehend what he was saying. He smiled at me with his silly drunk face and slur some stuff about how lucky we were to have such a caring father and how much his younger brothers loved us. That made me happy until he would blurt out something that made me uneasy. What came out of his mouth would make me seethe with rage.

"Our mom always talks bad about him and your mother to us. Mom hits him too." He said with a laugh before he leaned against the door, said he was tired and went to sleep.

How dare she.. I would think as I got to my mothers house and got my brothers up enough to help them stumble into the house. I would tell my brother and my mother what Matt had said when he was drunk.

My Dill was pissed when he found out and my mother was just in shock as she thought she was good friends with Heather. Dill confronted Matt 2 weeks later about what Heather would do to our father and why?

Matt said that he knew Heather was extremely manipulative and spoiled, so much so that Matt's father was angry with Heather and divorced her after she had cheated with his slightly more wealthy friend. He told us Heather would scratch, throw stuff, threaten and belittle my father whenever she didn't get what her or any of her children wanted immediately. My father, being the kind man he is, would tolerate it and give her anything she pleased with a smile. Matt would be forced to stop her before anything worst could happen. There would be days where she took her kids and stayed at her parents house if my father would attempt to refuse or tell her that funds were low. It was terrible when she had found out our father was tucking aside money for our college funds.

She would talk terribly, in text and in person to her children, about my father being a filthy, broke Cambodian immigrant and not loving her, my mother being a gold digging woman "white bitch" trying to coax my father into help pay for our lives on the side.

We were disgusted and pissed at Heather. She would hurt our father and talk horribly of my parents without looking at her entitled self. This was a moment where we would need to put her where she belonged, we wanted to ruin her but we settled on changing the way our father would look at her, which would be damaging her in a special way.

Dill, Matt and I came up with a plan. Dill and I were our father's pride and joy after all, so why not put one of ourselves as bait. With the three of us, we scrounged up money we saved up together from jobs, birthday money, gigs and side tutoring from the several years we grew up together. Dill and I were saving money to buy my mother and her boyfriend a new place to live as their place was being littered with pests ranging from rats to termites each summer. So the money we pulled together came up to around $2800. After a argument with Dill, it was decided that I would be the one to enact the pro revenge.

The revenge:

After the 3 months of gathering and careful planning, I had taken the money and told my father and Heather that we wanted to buy mother and her boyfriend a home to live in. My father asked my budget and I pull out the money, making an effort to count it in front of them to push the bait. When Heather saw the money, I could see her eyes widen in surprise. My father told me that we were good kids, that he was proud of us that we grew up to be kind people. I felt kind of guilty, I was going to contort my father's feelings towards this woman. I was hesitant but looked at Heather's face, I was determined.

We spent the next hour finding a good home for mother, settling on one as we would visit the real estate place the next morning. I took the money and went to my room, I hid the cash under my bed mattress, the most obvious place a person would hide it, right?

During the whole house finding, my brothers were setting up something in my room, something that wasn't in my room before. One of those large Valentines teddy bears that Dill had got me when my ex-boyfriend dumped me on Valentines day.

Matt, Dill and I would leave the house, going to our mothers house under the guise of saying we were going to tell her the surprise. Fast forward to 5 hours later, we go back to my fathers house, he was at work, doing the night shift as a security guard. When we walked into my room, I will visibly surprised as all my drawers of my dressers were pulled out, my closet was ravaged through and my bed mattress was flipped, we didn't expect a hurricane to go through my room needlessly. The teddy bear was also disturbed though, thrown on the ground with it's face to the ground. We were slightly panicked as Dill had picked up the teddy and rip out threads of its back and pulled out something.

I went call to my father, a little panicked and said my room was rummaged through and the money was gone. Honestly, I was actually scared because it was most of the money Dill and I saved to actually get my mother a place, thinking it would have been spent soon enough. My father was panicked, saying he'd be home as fast as he can.

As soon as my father got home, I was joined in my room with Matt, Dill and our father. Dill and I expressed our disappointment and anger to my father about Heather. Next to my laptop was camera that Matt had received from his dad. It was plugged into the computer as Dill asked my father to sit down and watch the video.

The video played.

It had showed an empty room before Heather had walked in, not at all sneakily as she pulled out my drawers, pulled my clothes out and threw it to the ground before repeating it with my closet. She even walked over straight to the bear and picked it off before frustratingly throwing it to the ground. It was facing most of the ground for the time as there was no sound either.

As the video ended, Dill and I could see the gears clicking in our father's head. Our father was kind, not dense, after all. In our 9 years of knowing this man, we have never seen him angry until that night alone. Dad had called Heather, telling her to come home immediately. She got home 4 hours later with three bags of brand name clothing. I felt my heart break as I already knew she had probably spent all of that money. I started to choke back my sobs as Dill would try to calm me down, being angry himself. Matt just staring at his mother with a face of disappointment.

My father began to ruthlessly shout at Heather. He reprimanded her for spending all the hard earned money of their children. She scoffed, handing over the envelope with only three-fourths of the original money and some change. This only made father more angry as he would shout at her to get out of his house, threatening to divorce her and throw her onto the streets without the items. Her eyes got wide and her face contorted into a face of 'oh no.' She began to plead and beg as my father forcefully turned her around and pushed her out of the house, still yelling at how horrible she was. Matt was forced to follow because even if she was a horrible person, she was still his mother. For only 10 minutes, Heather banged and begged to be let back in before she was forced to leave my father's property.

My father apologized profusely that night as I did nothing but stare at the leftover money and cry in my room.

My father is still married to that woman, but he refused to look at her, most of the time or sleep in the same bed. He still loves her in a way as a husband would a wife, but now it is different for him as his wife was the filthy thief of his blood and flesh. We had given Matt his portion of the bait money and was given back a little of the money when Heather returned a few of the items back to the stores.

Fortunately, 2 years later, we finally bought my mother a three bedroom, 2 bathroom house in a non-infested neighborhood. She was unbelievably grateful.

Maybe now its time to help save up divorce money.

If you read this far, I'm so glad you had wanted to stick around to the end. That is all.

Thank you for reading.

(source) story by (/u/Heart_Garden)

#prorevenge #by /u/Heart_Garden #pro revenge #revenge stories #pro revenge stories #pro #revenge #last10

455 notes · View notes

precuredaily · 4 years

Text

Precure Daily Halloween Special 2019

Episodes: SPC 37, HaCha 37, GPP Movie, MPC 38-39, KKPC 37, HUG 38, STPC 37 Dates watched: 30-31 October 2019 Original air dates: Sunday in October 1-2 weeks before Halloween, 2011 & 2016-2018, and the Saturday of Halloween, 2015

Is that little girl in the witch hat dressed as Akko from Little Witch Academia in a nod to her seiyuu, Han Megumi, playing Hime or is this just a coincidence? These are the questions that keep me up at night.

You may remember the PCD Christmas Special I did last year, where I watched every Precure Christmas episode and compared them to each other, charting the common elements and evolution in how they handle the subject. Well, I really love Halloween, but for a while, Japan didn’t celebrate it. It only started to catch on in the late 2000s and into the 2010s, and so despite several episodes of Precure airing on or near Halloween night over the years, the first time it was brought up in the franchise wasn’t until 2011′s Suite Precure. You can read more about how it became acceptable to celebrate and the ways in which the Japanese people enjoy themselves in this article, but the important takeaways are that Halloween events are more about food and festivities, and trick-or-treating is a highly organized activity, no going door-to-door.

At this point in the shows, all extra heroines have been introduced and the team is usually on the cusp of acquiring a new powerup. The villains have suffered significant losses and are preparing to pull out some form of trump card (this will facilitate the team getting their new attack). Typically, the monster of the week will be made from a Jack O’Lantern or some other Halloween decoration. In more recent years there’s been a tendency to explain what Halloween is about, but they don’t always do this. The biggest draw of a Halloween episode, though, in my opinion, is getting to see the characters in costumes. I’m going to briefly run down each Halloween episode (or movie) and then compare common elements at the end.

Note: At the time of writing, I am about 6 episodes behind in Star Twinkle Precure, did not wish to skip ahead for the purposes of this article, and didn’t have the time to catch up. I will add my thoughts on STPC 38 at a later date, and I will announce when I have done this via a reblog to @pcd-status. Thank you for your patience and understanding.

Star Twinkle section added 12 Nov. 2019

Suite Precure 37 - “Wakuwaku! Everyone Transforms for Halloween!” Original air date: 30 October 2011

With Mephisto freed of his brainwashing, Falsetto takes charge of Trio the Minor and leads an attack on the girls. Ako has decided to stay in the human world, and the older girls take her to a Halloween celebration to brighten her spirits. Ako isn’t really enjoying herself, but some younger kids rope her into playing with them and that brightens her up. When Trio the Minor turn a pumpkin into a Negatone, they try to perform a new attack with Crescendo Tone: Precure Suite Session Ensemble Crescendo, but it falls apart, so Ako uses her invidual attacks while the older trio uses their group finisher. At the end, Falsetto sings an incomplete Melody of Sorrow to speed up Noise’s revival.

Costumes and references: Hibiki is dressed as a pirate, but specifically she resembles a genderbent Captain Marvelous, the red ranger from the contemporary Sentai series Gokaiger. Kanade is dressed as a pumpkin witch. Ellen is dressed as a black cat, an allusion to her true form, and Ako is a dressed as a princess, which she is. (not digging very deep for this)

HappinessCharge Precure 37 - “Big Bang, Defeated! An Unbelievably Strong Enemy Appears!” Original air date: 19 October 2014

Oresky, Namakelder, and Hosshiwa are all feeling weakened after taking the Happiness Big Bang attack, so Queen Mirage concludes they may not be useful to her anymore and prepares her next agent. Meanwhile in Pikarigaoka, Megumi encourages Blue to join them at the town’s Halloween festival, and he agrees. They all begin to share pumpkin cakes with each other, a local tradition. Seiji shares his with Megumi, Megumi eagerly shares hers with Blue, and the other girls look on from a distance as they recognize the love triangle unfolding in front of them. Oresky appears, trying to ruin the Halloween festival that makes people happy and attempting to prove his worth. He really wants to be the number one general in the Phantom Empire, as he feels that if he’s not first, he’s worthless and he doesn’t want to be replaced. The girls transform, and begin to persuade him that there’s enjoyment to be had in fun things, and it’s okay if you’re not first. They hit him with Happiness Big Bang and it begins to purify him, when suddenly an attack interrupts it. As the smoke clears, their new opponent is revealed to be a corrupted Cure Tender, Iona’s missing older sister.

Costumes and references: Megumi is wearing a Halloween-themed dress, orange with jack-o-lanterns on it. Hime is dressed as a princess, which much like with Ako, seems kind of low-effort since she’s an actual princess. Yuuko is dressed as a witch, and Iona is a fortune teller. Also, Blue is dressed as a vampire.

Go! Princess Precure: Go! Go!! Gorgeous Triple Feature Original release date: 31 October 2015

The Princess movie was experimental, being made of three shorter films: a chibi short with no dialog, a 50-minute traditional feature, and a 20-minute all CG adventure. The film leaned hard on its Halloween theming, with Pumpkins and Halloween being prominent motifs in all three parts. I’ll break them down individually.

Cure Flora and the Mysterious Mirror

This is a cute sketch where Cure Flora finds a fancy crown, puts it on, and accidentally startles some mischievous sprites on the other side of what she thinks is a mirror. They have the ability to transform, so they take on her appearance and mirror her, but they forget to duplicate the crown and eventually they begin to compete with the real Flora, doing tricks. She accidentally breaks the crown, so the sprites decide to transform into a special pumpkin outfit for her, just as the other girls come in. The 5-minute short uses a super deformed art style with all CG animation and has no dialog.

Costumes and references: Cure Flora’s pumpkin dress and hat.

The Pumpkin Kingdom’s Treasure

Haruka, Minami, Kirara, and Towa are transported to the wondrous Pumpkin Kingdom, where the royal chancellor Warp is hosting a Princess Contest to find a princess for the kingdom. Towa, being well-versed in evil schemes, smells a rat and is on edge. Haruka finds the true princess of the kingdom, Pumpururu, who is locked away, and learns that the Pumpkin King and Queen are under Warp’s control. Minami, Kirara, and Towa each win their rounds in the contest, but the former two are captured while Towa is able to avoid capture. Haruka participates, even managing to snap the monarchs out of the control. She transforms, frees the others from their capture, and Warp transforms to a giant monster. Pumpururu, the sprites, and the Precures’ strong feelings summon Halloween Dress Up Keys that the girls use to defeat Warp and save the Pumpkin Kingdom.

Costumes and references: The girls get special outfits to wear for the Princess Contest (not halloween themed), as well as Mode Elegant Halloween dresses that feature pumpkin flowers on them.

Precure and Leffy’s Wonder Night!

This is an episode-length feature using the CG animation style from the dance endings. Haruka discovers a doll on her desk, when she’s suddenly transported to the Pumpkingdom, already transformed, and the doll is now a girl named Leffy. Leffy tells the cures they need to defeat Night Pumpkin, who has taken over Pumpkingdom and stolen the daylight from them, making it always night. What follows is essentially an ongoing chase through the city to the top, where they fight and defeat Night Pumpkin and restore daylight to Pumpkingdom. Haruka is then transported back to her room, and the Leffy doll is gone. It’s worth noting that Leffy appeared as Pumpururu’s doll in the previous portion. The connection to this section of the film is unclear. Also, Minami, Kirara, and Towa do not appear in their civilian forms at all.

Costumes and references: Leffy isn’t overtly pumpkin themed, and nobody else gets any special forms in this one. However, there is a glorious moment where Flora accidentally bonks Night Pumpkin on the head.

a proud Precure tradition

Maho Girls Precure 38 - “Is it Sweet or Not? The Magic Pumpkin Festival!” Original air date: 23 October 2016

This isn’t explicitly a Halloween episode, because the Magic World doesn’t celebrate Halloween, but they have fall traditions that involve pumpkins and sweets so it counts. Their tradition is to chase a Pumpkin Bird that appears every year. It shoots candy from its mouth, and if it hits someone, they turn into a giant piece of candy. If you capture it, you get a special prize. One of the villains brings up the actually valid point that the creature may not like being chased and that’s why it runs, but Mofurun talks to it and finds out it just has a cavity. The girls transform into Topaz Style to fight Shakince in a creatively silly battle. When they beat him, Mofurun gets the credit for “capturing” the Pumpkin Bird and so she gets presented with its prize, which turns out to be a seed that grows into a tree which sprouts toothbrushes. I am not making that up.

Costumes and references: Mofurun gets a special orange and yellow dress to wear when she receives the prize but it’s never shown in closeup from the front. Also, there is a cameo appearance by Watanabe Mayu, who sings the insert song for the Maho Girls Movie that was in theaters around this time, and also served as the ending theme for episodes 38 and 39 (only on the TV version, on home release they use “Magic a la Domo”). She makes a special appearance as herself. Even better, in a flashback, she’s seen beside giant statues of Mipple and Mepple.

Maho Girls Precure 39 - “This is Halloween! Everyone, Smile!” Original air date: 30 October 2016

The girls from magic school come to visit the non-magic world and learn about Halloween! But Jun, Kay, and Emily have to be reminded, even when things seem bad, to not use magic to help out. The students of the non-magic world are running a crepe stand and the magic world students decide to chip in, and after being scolded for using their powers, they learn how to do things the old-fashioned way and appreciate the value of hard work. In the middle of all of this, Ha-chan changes costumes almost every scene. Benigyo is extremely confused by all the Halloween festivities and doesn’t understand what the girls want when they tell her to stop ruining it. They never do give her a proper explanation, but she summons a Donyokubaaru that blows air and the girls have to transform to Sapphire form to fight it off. There’s a small plot point about Mirai’s grandmother recognizing the magic school Headmaster from her own youth. At the end of the episode, it’s implied that Liko’s father has made a big breakthrough about relations between the magic and non-magic worlds, and more ancient powers. Kind of a disjointed episode.

Costumes and references: Mirai is dressed as Mofurun, Liko is dressed as a cat in an orange and purple dress, Mofurun is dressed as Cure Miracle, Chikurun is dressed as a bunny, and Ha-chan is dressed as:

an alicorn

a sarcophagus

a mummy

a sphinx

a UFO

and a thunder god (Raijin)

And just a cool thing I noticed, the final stage for the ending dance was updated with a Halloween theme. I’m really curious why, since they replaced the ending with “The Right Way to Use Magic” in the initial television broadcast of this episode, and I don’t think the Halloween version was seen in any previous or subsequent episodes.

Kirakira Precure a la Mode 37 - “Salut! Ciel is Going Back to France!?” Original air date: 22 October 2017

Ciel’s old boss, Madame Solaine, finds her and tries to get her to come back to Paris and work for her there, feeling that Ciel’s talent is wasted in this small town. Not wanting to admit that she initially came searching for her brother, and that she’s got responsibilities as a Precure, she tries to demonstrate what she likes about Ichigozaoka. Everybody is worried that Ciel is going to leave, and even lowkey encouraging her to do what’s best for her career, but she wants to stay. Ultimately she wins Madame Solaine over with a dish inspired by Ichika’s cooking style. Elisio is the antagonist of this episode but I honestly found the battle to be completely irrelevant. The most notable point for the villains is that Grave makes some kind of discovery at the end of the episode.

Costumes and references: Their costumes here are modifications to their patisserie uniforms. Ichika is a jack o’lantern, Himari is an angel, Aoi is a devil, Yukari is a cat (of course), Akira is a vampire, and Ciel is a witch.

HUGtto! Precure 38 - “Charged with Happiness! Happy Halloween!” Original air date: 28 October 2018

Hagukumi town is going to be hosting a Halloween Party, with Papple’s business providing food and entertainment. Daigan is tasked with food prep, but he gets frustrated with a very delicate task, and a visit from Bishin has him questioning his loyalties. The girls are ready to hit the town, and have even prepared costumes for Harry and Hugtan. They made a lot of costumes for Hugtan, in fact, but Ruru detects that she doesn’t really like any of them, so they ask her what she wants to be, and she responds “Pwecyua!” They set to work making her a Precure costume in short order, but an Oshimaida attack secretly requested by Daigan threatens the party. The girls transform and make a show of it to keep people’s spirits high, finishing the monster off with Cheerful Attack. Papple knows that Daigan was responsible and chides him for defecting, even momentarily, and informs him that everybody loved his food. Up at Beauty Harry, the girls finish Hugtan’s costume and show her to Harry, who briefly has a flash of Cure Tomorrow.

Costumes and references: Hana is a witch, Saaya is a lolita devil, Homare is a cowgirl, Emiru and Ruru are pirates, Harry is a werewolf (because he’s.... hairy, IDK if that was the joke), and Hugtan is dressed as Cure Yell. Foreshadowing ahoy!

Star☆Twinkle Precure 37 - “Cryptids Will Win! The Halloween Costume Contest” Original air date: 21 October 2019

Mihoshi Town is having a Halloween costume contest with prizes for best group, so everybody brings their A-game. Except Yuni, she takes the chance to walk around in her true Rainbownian form. Everybody is having fun and the girls get to explain Halloween to Yuni and Lala. Unfortunately, Kappard is hanging around, reminiscing about what happened to his planet, and he doesn’t like the festivities. Everyone thinks he’s just dressed as a sexy kappa and they want pictures with him, which annoys him even more, so he steals one arguing couple’s imagination and goes on the attack. In an effort to guide him away from all the people and hide their identities, when the girls transform, they claim to be the Mihoshi Stars and do a full Sentai roll call, finally settling the debate over Milky and Cosmo’s color designations. (I was probably one of the last people to maintain that Milky was blue by this point, tbh) They lead him away from the festivities and then try to talk him down, but all he can say is he doesn’t believe different species can live in harmony, that Lala and Yuni are living a lie by celebrating Earth customs, and he doesn’t understand this holiday at all, so they defeat him and return to the festival. Elena wins prizes as part of two different groups, but Kappard is declared the overall winner. Too bad he’s MIA. This episode doesn’t do much for the plot, but it does give a little backstory to Kappard, as we see that his planet got destroyed by a non-native species monopolizing all of their natural resources. Considering what we see of Eyewan and Tenjou in the next few episodes, it’s possible we’re aiming to redeem the villains. Hard to tell with an ongoing show.

Costumes and references: Hikaru is a yeti, Lala is a tsuchinoko, Madoka is a cat, Elena is a flower (with her family) and a cat (with Madoka and Yuni), Yuni is herself, Fuwa is a sheep I guess, and Prunce is the Michelin Man (TELL ME I’M WRONG).

Analysis

Halloween episodes, unlike Christmas episodes, don’t have as much of a running theme. Halloween is more of a dressing than an opportunity to explore feelings. The placement of these episodes in the series means that things are usually starting to ramp up, but none of them features a major conflict. In a few episodes, the fight with the villains felt downright inconsequential, while it was more meaningful in others. There was a trend in more recent years to explain the origins of Halloween, as a gathering of spirits, but otherwise there aren’t as many identifiable patterns or shifts in patterns as there were in the Christmas episodes, it’s mostly been “this is Halloween, have fun.” The Go Princess movie had the opportunity to make the most of their halloween theme, but instead they just focused on pumpkins, pumpkins, and more pumpkins without really diving into what makes Halloween as a holiday special or significant. It’s an alright movie but it’s a sour note on an excellent series that knew what it was doing. HappinessCharge probably utilized Halloween the best as a setting, using some Halloween traditions to create romantic tension, and I appreciated Maho Girls’s attempt to create a Halloween-ish fall holiday for a fictional culture, and then also bringing those people in to explore our Halloween. Since it’s a newer holiday for Precure to work with, only getting regular exposure since 2014, we might see them figure out more ways to spin Halloween in the future. Honestly I hope so, and I’ll be here to write about it for you.

Happy Halloween, everybody, and look forward to more Yes 5 coming soon. Hopefully I’ll finish that by the end of the year. Hopefully. (yeah not likely)

#Precure #Pretty Cure #Suite Precure #HappinessCharge Precure #Go! Princess Precure #Maho Girls Precure #Kirakira Precure a la Mode #HUGtto! Precure #Star Twinkle Precure #PCD Halloween

28 notes · View notes