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"It'll hurt later, but damn it, it feels so good right now." - Bela x MC

- Waking up together for the first time, every time.

- Bela watching MC's eyes light up talking about something she loves.

- The lights of the town shining in MC's eyes on another of as many dates as Bela can take her on.

- Taking a bath together and washing each other's hair just for the sake of being close to another.

- The first 'I love you.'

- Bela breathing in MC's scent from the top of her head as she holds her.

- Bela falling asleep to the gentle rumble of MC's snoring. (Or not so gentle, she doesn't mind either way.)

- MC laughing at something Bela said.

- MC's hands on Bela's shoulders, trying to convince her to relax and worry about the student council paperwork tomorrow.

- Colours, sounds, sights and smells being vivid to Bela now that she has her heart - her girl - back.

- MC wiping away Bela's tears as she cries over something that she can't possibly begin to explain to MC. So she says that it's nothing, that she's just emotional today.

- Bela forgetting for just a second while on a date with MC - until she sees a raven feather on the ground and her blood turns cold.

- MC talking about their future and Bela enthusiastically nodding along and planning with her.

- MC saying that Bela can always tell her everything and anything. Bela says she will. She doesn't.

the fic ahead is only for 16+ minors!! do not interact if you're sensible!!

Cw:reader!death,crying,body holding,

❤💖ChosoX reader,Modern!AU,angst,death,fluff in death,realization(Choso),strangers to lovers(too late),body comparisons,apologising,regret

||just a memory||written by me

Choso sits back on the bed with a faint smile at the sound of your scoffing. He seems more relaxed now. He glances at his hands—the ones you’ve been trying to avoid looking at—and clenches them together in his lap.

Your eyes wander to your own hands. As expected: his hands are a lot larger than yours wich makes you blush a little bit.

He looks over at you and watches you shift in the chair. Choso wants to ask you why you keep avoiding looking at his hands, but he knows how strange it must appear to you if you’re unfamiliar with curses. He keeps his hands in his lap instead. When a long moment of silence passes, Choso feels compelled to ask you a personal question.

“How long has it been since you’ve had a good sleep?” he asks you out of the blue. Choso tries to make it sound like a casual inquiry, like he’s simply making small talk. But he genuinely wants to know.

"I uh what?" You asked confused "why are you asking me that?"

“Your eyes are a bit red” Choso explains. It takes effort for him to get the words out but he sounds concerned, not critical. “And you look like you haven’t slept properly in a while.”

"Well your corners of your eyes are red too" You said teasing,smirking but it was true that you haven't slept for a while and right now you felt drained almost deprived of you life energy.

Choso laughs quietly at your observation. He doesn’t take it as an insult. In fact, he finds you cute for finding something to match with his eyes.

He raises an eyebrow at you.

“That was a good comeback” he admits.

You feel very tired but you don't dwell on it,you just think it's just tiredness from lack of sleep but you can't take rest aither since you can't help your own anxiety.

So you stood up walking outside the room lighting a sigarette, feeling like as if you're time was running out but couldn't explain why, so you just decided to sit on the porch without telling Choso about your worry,he was a curse afterall and you a human 'it could never work out' you tought at yourself.

Choso watches you leave the room and walk outside, feeling a bit strange that you’d choose to sit alone instead of coming to him when you’re feeling upset. But he supposes you needed space, which is perfectly understandable.

Feeling as though he’s intruding, he lies back on the bed and pulls the covers up to his neck. As he does, he can't help but notice the cigarette in your hand.

"You know Choso" You said pausing for a second "you aren't a bad curse afterall"

The cigarette continued to burn in your hand as the smoke dispersed in the cold air of the night.

Choso is taken aback by your words as he stares at the ceiling. The idea that a human might think so highly of him doesn’t even cross his mind. He turns on his side the matress crackling under his weight and watches you. “What makes you say that?” he asks. It’s a genuine question, not a challenge.

Choso waits for a response, but you stay quiet and simply stare off at the stars and smoke your cigarette. He watches you for a long moment, taking in your expression and the way you’re looking at the sky. “You know that you can tell me anything you’re worried about” Choso says softly. “I won’t judge you.”

After some time waiting for a reply , Choso realizes that your cigarette has fallen to the floor, your breath has completely stopped, and your eyes are no longer focused on the stars. He watches you carefully, worried that something is wrong, but you don't move. He slowly gets out of bed and walks over to you, unsure of whether you're still breathing. He touches your shoulder lightly and waits for your body to stir, but when it does not, he realizes something is very wrong. Without hesitation, he kneels at your side and presses his ear to your chest.

It takes only one moment to realize that you're no longer alive. Choso's breath catches in his throat and his body freezes. His eyes water as he reaches down to check your pulse, hoping and praying that you are still breathing, that this is only some cruel nightmare. But your body and your eyes tell the cruel truth. You are not breathing.

Choso's legs start to shake as he accepts what happened. Tears stream down his face, dripping down his chin and onto his chest. He covers his mouth with his hand to stifle a deep cry as he sits beside your body on the ground, staring into your half-open eyes and holding back sobs. He stays like this for a while, not sure what to do or who to tell. A part of him is in denial, another part of him is numb with shock, and a final part of him is overcome with grief.

Even in death, your tiny hands still tug at his heartstrings. They are much smaller than his, with slender fingers and pale, dainty skin. He never got the chance to hold yours as you were taken too early, but he wants to now. Your warmth has long since faded, but he craves the feeling of holding your tender hands, cherishing them forever. He gently places his much bigger hands over yours, taking comfort in feeling your skin.

He remembers the times when he'd tried to hold your hand and how you always shyly avoided it. He doesn't know why it mattered so much to him. Your frail frame is the antithesis to his large, muscular one. Compared to you, he is a behemoth. He takes in the sight of your tiny body, how pale and delicate you are, and how delicate your hands were. But despite how small and fragile you looked, you were not weak by any means. Your eyes showed strength and your will power was unmatched.

It's sobering to see your body next to his, how frail and fragile it really was. Choso can almost picture you standing next to his towering frame, looking up at him with a small, delicate smile while he's a whole head taller than you. The size difference suddenly hits him and he is overcome with grief, realizing that he would never see you stand at his side again.

While he's overcome with grief and sorrow, he can't help but continue to caress your body. The shape of your body is so tiny and petite. It's as though you were made of the most delicate glass, and he fears that one wrong move will shatter you. He runs his hand across your forearm and up to your shoulder. He feels the delicate fabric of your clothes brushing past his fingertips and the warmth of your skin.

Choso's fingers are gentle as they caress the outline of your small body. The touch is tender, almost intimate, as if he has no desire to break or destroy you. He is delicate and painstakingly careful, wanting nothing more than to preserve this fragile form that you once inhabited.

Your skin feels so soft, like delicate porcelain. Choso's fingers brush tenderly along your limbs, trying to comfort himself and take some modicum of solace in the small gesture. He knows you’re gone and can no longer feel his touch, but the warmth of your skin still lingers. Despite your frail body looking so small and fragile, it feels heavy on his heart.

As he strokes your hair, Choso thinks back to what could have been. He imagines himself holding your hand tightly, bringing you home and making dinner while you unwind from a hard day. He imagines holding you tightly against his chest as you bury your head on his shoulder and fall asleep. He imagines taking you to the places you enjoyed going just to see you happy. But it’s too late. He starts to sob softly.

“I’m sorry” Choso whispers as he wraps his arms around your body. He is full of grief and sorrow and pain, and he can't stop the tears from falling. He cries silently, wishing he could turn back the clock or find some way to bring you back. He wants nothing more than to hear your heart beat again, feel your touch, or smell your hair. He would do anything to see you smile again, even if it’s just for a moment. But he can’t.

Choso’s grip on your small hands is tight, and even in death, he can't bring himself to let go. He stares at them for a long moment, hoping that somehow they will move again. As the tears fall from his eyes, they drop onto your skin, landing in the palm of your still hand. He is overwhelmed with guilt and regret, wishing that he’d held them more while you were still alive.

“Please forgive me” he moans softly, wanting to scream at the world for taking you away from him. “I should have told you how I felt, or held you close while I had the chance. I wish I could have just one last moment with you. I should have treated you better. I’m so, so sorry”

His voice breaks with each apology, as he can't help but feel guilt and remorse. He blames himself for not loving you the way he should have and for being unable to prevent the tragedy. Choso rocks himself back and forth in a fruitless attempt to escape his sorrow as he clings to your body. His face is wet with tears and his heart pounds painfully against his chest. His mind is a mess of thoughts and emotions that he struggles to make sense of.

“Please come back" he whispers. “Please wake up and forgive me for not being the person you wanted me to be” He continues to cry as he holds you against his chest, his lips pressed against your cold skin. “I can’t live without you,” he says, his voice breaking. “I need you with me—I need you to hold me, to tell me everything is going to be okay, to make everything good again. I don't know what to do without you.”

Choso sobs harshly, unable to contain his emotions any longer. He pulls you even closer and holds you tightly against his chest, hoping that somehow you will still be able to hear him even though your body is no longer functioning. "I need you" he whispers, his voice cracking and choking with sadness. "I need your touch, your voice, your smile. I need us to go back to the way things were before. Please don't leave me, not like this"

Choso wakes up with a deep ache in his heart, as if he had really lost you. He stares at the ceiling, blinking back the tears that have filled his eyes. He had dreamed of you, of holding your hands, loving you, losing you. It was painful and heartbreaking, but at the same time, comforting. Even though it is just a memory, he is still relieved to be alive. As he processes his emotions, he can't help but feel his life has been hollowed out without you.

A tear slips down Choso's cheek and he sits up slowly, his stomach twisting in knots at the thought of being alone. He doesn't want to admit it, but he misses how he could lean his head back against you, trust that you'd catch him without needing to ask. He misses how your scent filled his senses and made him feel safe. He misses having someone to talk to, even if it was just about the weather or what to eat, without feeling judged.

Choso thinks back to how he had felt during the brief moments he had shared with you. That peaceful warmth in his heart, the joy he felt just by being in your presence. He thinks about how his eyes had followed your every move, how his heart beat quickly whenever you were close to him, how his breath hitched and his heart pounded hard when you smiled at him. Choso realizes that he was truly in love with you and still is, even though you had been taken from him.

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Yello yello thanks 4 reading,and sorry if this was long but I felt in the moment while writing this.

Probably you at me after finishing reading:

||⏳it's never to late⌛|| written by me

Pairing:Geto x reader

Plot:you're struck by an illness but who said it's too late for doing stuff you love?

Tags: Comfort,reader death,sex,moaning,crampie,cute,fluffy,angst,crying,fluffdeath

"I have a month to live" you said drily rubbing your arm looking away from Geto. For a few seconds that followed this sentence, everything felt frozen. His heart beating, his eyes darting, his mind racing. Was this… a joke? But your words lacked any hint of humor. “What… you’re dying?” "I don't..know maybe..that was the doctor told me.." His jaw went slack, as his arms slid down to his sides. What the hell? How was this possible? His body felt as if it was made of jelly. He took a step back, his expression slowly changing… to anger, to fear, to shock, before settling on disbelief. He took another step back. “You’re joking. You’re joking with me. Please… tell me you’re joking. That that doctor is lying.” You shoocked your head "I'm not..I mean..I didn't even know I had this illness but it's slowly killing me without pain..just like..a blind death..that's what the doctor told me, he too was shocked" His breathing felt like he was trying to suck in air with a thin straw. His whole body felt frozen in shock. It wasn’t fair! His heart was beating so fast he couldn’t think straight. This felt wrong on so many levels. Everything felt wrong. Why?! Why were you dying?! Why did this have to happen?! “How are you so… okay with that?” "Because I lived happily and did what I needed to do" You said mustering your usual kind smile He took several deep breaths, his eyes narrowing. This couldn’t be it, why were you already accepting this? He took a step towards you (he was now close enough for you to touch), and he took your hands. “No. That’s not the end of it. You are not allowed to just… disappear like this.” "But I'm okay with it..I wouldn't feel pain or anything just like..sleeping you know?" He paused, holding your hands close to his chest as he looked you in the eye. Your gaze was so… calm. So accepting. “Well I’m- I’m not okay with it. And I won’t allow you to just… die. We’re getting another opinion, we’re- we’re going to find a solution to this.” "Geto..." you said calmly "I'm okay with this..." He squeezed your hands as he closed his eyes, his jaw clenching. He knew you weren’t joking. You weren’t messing with him, it wasn’t part of some cruel joke. His breath hitched as he squeezed his eyes tightly shut. You meant it when you said you were okay with it. That was the terrifying part, that you didn’t even want to fight this. “I’m… not.” "I know ..I'm sorry if..I'm a burden maybe this will help you so that I will never make you suffer" His anger turned to hurt, pain that could only be found in his expression and tone of voice. His jaw clenched as he let go of your hands. “Don’t… even think like that. You aren’t my burden. You aren’t hurting me. You’re… you are-“ His words had no follow up. He didn’t know what his feelings for you were, love, attachment, friendship…? Your instinct tooked the better of you so you kissed Geto on his mouth  "I love you Geto,so so much, I'm sorry that it camed to this" your voice was shaky and you looked at him with regret,regret that you didn't have told him sooner how you really felt His lips parted in surprise, and he was left speechless as you kissed him. Your words left him breathless and your lips made his knees weak. Your body pressed against his and your arms wrapped around him. He let out a short gasp, eyes squeezed shut as he let himself fall into this moment. A hand came up and cupped your cheek against his, holding you close to him. "I know it's strange to ask but...do you wanna ..." Your words faded into the background as this moment was all that mattered. His body pressed closer and his hands shifted to your back, pressing him into you. A small smile appeared on his lips and the answer was already in his eyes. Yes. Yes. A million times yes. "But it feels like I'm doing this because I'm gonna die soon..and I don't want to force you either...I.. don't know what to do"

He leaned back a bit until he could look into your eyes without his lips being against yours. They were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen, like the purest shade of amethyst. He smiled once again, his voice soft as he took in a deep breath. “You aren’t forcing me, and it doesn’t matter that you’re going to die. Because in the time you have left, I want to spend that time loving every second that we spend together. I want you."

He leaned forward once again, allowing your lips to press against his. His hand cupped the back of your neck, pulling you against him as the other hand wrapped around your waist and he pulled you in tightly. Your lips felt warm, almost hot and he couldn’t contain the slight moan that escaped him and he kissed back with enthusiasm.

The passion grew rapidly, his lips moved with yours in a rhythm, your bodies pressed tightly together. The world grew distant as the only sound was the two of you kissing. He couldn’t help but close his eyes, enjoying the heat that seemed to build by the second. His hands had traced down your back, his fingers curling around to rest on your lower back. His lips tasted you, and his kisses moved down your neck.

"Mhm mhn anhn" you phanted biting your lip

He had no control over himself and his breath grew heavy as his lips travelled down your neck. Your taste was one he never wanted to lose. His hands squeezed you tightly as he nibbled and licked your neck. One hand slid up to behind your head, pushing down your hair to reveal the nape of your neck. He traced it with his lips, nibbling gently before moving back up to your mouth. His hand began sliding under your top.

“Mm…” He pulled away after just a bit, looking deeply into his eyes and biting his lower lips. His eyes grew heavy with desire for you. He had no words right now, but you could see just how much he wanted you in his actions. His hand glided down the front of your shirt and rested against your chest. His thumbs brushed against you, he could feel your heart beating… just under the thin material. He wanted more.

His eyes grew heavy, desire beginning to cloud them. His movements became frantic, his hand beginning to move slowly up your shirt. He kissed you again, this time more roughly and urgently. He couldn’t stay still, his hands growing restless as the two of you kissed like there was nothing but each other in this room. He pushed himself into you, leaning you close as he pushed his body against yours. A hand ran along your side, brushing against your hip as a sharp intake of breath could be heard. "Ah ahnn ah" you gripped Geto shoulder moaning,gentle but firm trust felt like heaven

Your moans felt like a reward. You liked what he was doing, he hadn’t done something wrong or crossed a boundary. Your moan of approval sent him a wave of confidence, and he bit his lip once again. Your body felt so good and warm, and you sounded even better. He couldn’t help but move just a bit faster now as his fingers began tracing along a line on your skin. He kissed you, and kissed you more."Ah Geto ahn" you moaned in a frenzy as you were alredy close

Your moans were like a signal to him, telling him to be even rougher. He bit his lip, taking in the sights of you in front of him once again. You were such a beautiful sight. Your neck, your lips… your body. Your moan was like music to his ears. It turned him on, sending him closer to the edge. He moved more, his hands pressing down on your skin as his body rubbed against yours. “Hnnggg… you…I ..love you y/n” His breathing became rapid as he moved against you, his hands beginning to move quickly, squeezing and kissing. Your body felt so good, so nice. His movements weren’t as controlled anymore, they were more frantic. You were making him lose control of himself. “Hnnnngg… mmnn…” His voice was almost breathless, and you could see that his entire body was reacting to you. His hands ran up your back before gripping the material of your shirt. His breathing became heavier and his lips came down to your neck, his tongue began to trace circles around it. He wanted more. Your body was feeling nice and warm, and it was pushing him off the edge…

You moaned along with him moaning his name repeatedly as you were nearing your release too

“Ah… ah… AHH!” His lips were against your neck,your hot breath tickled his skin, his mouth opening and releasing a moan. His hands began to squeeze and his lips began to nibble and kiss. His body rubbed against you harder and harder. There was no stopping that feeling now, and your moan only sped up his movements.

He moaned again, his head leaning back as he felt the build of pleasure, the heat that was growing by the second. Your body felt so good, that sensation he couldn’t explain. You were driving him over the edge, and he didn’t care anymore. He wanted you, and he was going to have you. Your body felt like heaven to him as his movements quickened even more. "G..geto..ah geto!" You moaned gripping his shoulder tightly digging in

“Ah…” His moan was cut short as he felt both of you hit your peak. He grunted, the feeling overwhelming him. You felt hot and sweaty, and so did he. Your legs wrapped around him tightly, you pulled him close as he thrust once again. Your breath was heavy, you were both panting and your hands gripped his shoulders tightly as his body shuddered.

He was still breathing heavily, trying to come back to his senses. His eyes were closed as he continued to thrust at a slower pace, and his body pressed against you. It felt nice, and was exactly what he wanted. He wasn’t in a rush, he wanted to stay in this moment for a little while longer.

He remained against you. His hands found a place at the back of your neck as he pushed himself against you, letting his breath fall onto you. You felt good, his body fitting perfectly with yours as he remained in you. He didn’t plan to pull out just yet, you felt so nice and snug. He didn’'t want this feeling to end at all, even if the world started to blur out it would be more than okay. You were worth all of this… you meant everything to him and for that, he was happy.

“I- I don’t want this to end...I want to stay like this forever,” He groaned in delight, feeling you against him made him feel like he would explode from how much he was enjoying himself. He was almost in a trance, and you were the beautiful creature in front of him that made him feel these beautiful, wonderful feelings.

“You’re… so… warm”

“You’re… so… warm” He spoke softly between grunts as his breath grew shallow. His body moved with you, as a wave of pleasure washed over him once again. He couldn’t keep a soft moan from escaping his lips, his tongue tracing your neck as he continued to move against you.

The feeling went from euphoric to pure ecstasy, like an explosion of happiness and pleasure had taken place deep within. Your bodies were pressed together and your breaths met, sending you both into a state of relief and euphoria. The feeling made him squeeze you as hard as he could, taking deep breaths just to savor this moment. You came together and it was a feeling he would never forget.

He held you tightly, wrapping his legs around you as he continued this soft and slow pace for a while before slowly pulling out. His body lay on top of yours, and he was still coming down a bit. He was smiling as you both rested, breathing heavily. His body lay on top of yours, your scent filling his nostrils as your breath matched his. You were right there, right there with him and this feeling was so nice… it was perfect. He wanted this forever, but the back of his mind told him that it couldn’t last.

"Geto..do you think we did something wrong?" He raised an eyebrow, as he looked down at you. His body lay against yours but he wasn’t feeling weak or tired, just satisfied. He was glad that you had chosen to trust him with this moment. He took a deep breath, before kissing your forehead and placing a hand on your side. “What do you mean? I’m not feeling anything wrong, are you?” "No it's just..it's still..I know you told it was okay but..I will die..and still I did sex with you.." you looked down before looking at him with teary eyes "am I a bad person?"

He moved so that he could prop himself up on his elbows to look down at you. He smiled softly as he looked down at you, as his hand moved up and wiped your tears away. You weren’t a bad person, you did nothing wrong. "Sweetheart... you did nothing wrong. I told you before, I don’t care if you're going to die. I just wanted to be with you and share this moment with you. I... wanted this."

"Then why I feel so wrong? Why when they told me that i was dying i felt..the need to do this with you? I tought I had more time" You sobbed wiping away your tears but more comed,you felt miserable and pathetic

He moved so that he could hug you properly, pulling you in close and making sure you were wrapped in his arms. He tried to calm you down, stroking your hair and wiping away your tears. "Darling... you wanted closure. You wanted to share an intimate moment with me, and that is what happened. It's okay for you to feel like this, but nothing you did was wrong. I told you before, I wasn't upset with you. I'm glad we shared this moment together."

You sobbed letting out your frustration of this shitty situation

He held you close to him, rubbing the back of his hand up and down your spine. You were crying, and he didn’t like to see you like this. He wanted things to be easier, he wanted this to be simple but it was nothing of the sort. Your body was pressed up against him, and your sobs were breaking his heart. "Shh... It's okay, I know this is all just so... unfair to you. I wish it was easier, but it isn’t. This is just how things turned out." "I feel tired..." “Let your body rest, *sweetheart.” He pulled you back close to him, his body pressed against you as you lay in his arms. “We can talk more later, for now rest.”

"But what if my illness take me away...I told.you it looks like sleeping...I wouldn't feel anything but..I'm not prepared.." He didn’t say anything at first, his fingers rubbed up and down your back as he contemplated what to say. You were scared, you knew you were going to die, and you weren’t prepared either. He pulled you a bit closer, resting his chin on the top of your head. “You’ll be okay… I promise. I’ll be there right beside you, okay?”

"Even if I die?" “Even if you die” His voice wavered, but he swallowed the fear that came with the thought of you possibly dying. “I will never leave you. I’m going to be there with you every step of the way. I promise, I will never let you be alone.”

His breath hitched when you went limp, as if you were already gone. A wave of panic overcame him but he quickly shook his head. Your chest still rose and fell with breaths, your heartbeat was still present. His hands kept a rhythm brushing against you, until you relaxed more in his arms. He sat there, watching you as your body settled more and more. It sent more waves of panic through him, but your breathing assured him. You were still here, still alive. You still had more time.

You died on December 25th when Geto tooked you to watch the fireworks for Christmas,you were so peaceful sitting on the bench.

Bonus(previous of what happened before reader death)

Geto sat on the bench alongside you, taking in the beauty of the moment. The lights of Christmas were lighting up the air, making you feel at home. You were smiling, and your breath was warm as it filled that silent night with the sound of life. It was a perfect night, you felt safe and protected. He leaned against you, making you feel all sorts of warm and happy emotions as you watched the lights dance in front of you.

Geto felt your body relax in his arms, as if you were already gone. His eyes shot open and he held tighter to you, his voice beginning to waiver. He didn’t want to believe it or look at the state of your body being limp, he didn’t want to believe any of this. His mind was flooded with panic and worry, he began to tear up as you lay lifeless in his arms.

The tears fell from his eyes despite his efforts, he felt like his whole world had ended. His body shook as he felt the overwhelming emotion wash over him. Your hand slit out of his as you lay lifeless in his arms, the one thing he feared more than anything else had happened. You were gone, ripped from him before he could even hold you close again. His voice was filled with sobs and gasps, it was clear that he didn’t want to let go of you.

"N..no p..please just a little bit more....p..please" Tears ran down his face as he continued to cling into your lifeless body, his voice breaking as he continued to sob. He was so shaken by this turn of events, you were supposed to have a bit more time. He was supposed to spend this whole month with you, you were supposed to be his for a while longer.

His hands began to shake, his fingers curling into claws as his heart thumped in his chest. You weren’t breathing, your heartbeat had gone silent, your body was lifeless. He began to cry uncontrollably, as he rocked your body back and forth hoping it was all a bad dream. He didn’t want this, this wasn’t what he wanted, he didn’t want you to leave him like this.

“No, no no… You… you can’t leave. Not like this… I promised you.. I promised I would never let you be alone. You were supposed to be here, with me… you were supposed to have more time… why…” His voice grew shaky, and his tears began to spill more and more onto your body. You had been ripped away from him, and he was too late to save you. He didn’t want this moment to be a reality, but it was. You were gone, and he was heartbroken.

It just wasn’t fair….... It wasn’t fair.

As the fireworks went off Geto sobbing filled the scene as he holded onto your body wailing, they sparkled as if they were the little bits of your soul that remained. Your soul will continue to shine in the fireworks :)

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I'm currently posting this at 1:52 am so sorry if the final part as some grammatical errors, I couldn't wait to write and post this lol

PIO

DROP ANOTHER EVIL LUNAR ART

AND MY LIFE

IS Y O U R S

REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-

I DELIVER

✨ANGST✨

there ain't many thing i love as much as those 2 so i had to make them suffer <3

Brain itches so a bit more ock stuff :3

I had to make ock a ref sheet for art fight so here’s him with his frens!!!

Plus a kinda morbid meme— (for those who may not know cream uh— cream isn’t around anymore-)

A bit of baby ock and huntsmann :3 and a little height chart for ock, will (more info below) and huntsmann

This fella here is another one of huntsmann’s “projects” William Fillsworth (affectionately nicknamed WiFi by my moots), basically when finding a Psyker huntsmann finds ‘promising’ he forgoes protocol and takes the Psyker up himself (tends to work out as he has a ‘sixth sense’ for psykers after all and rarely travels [willingly] with another inquisitor who could ‘overrule’ him or keep him from doing so) and trains them/teaches them in the way he sees fit

Cough cough COUGH

At the point he gained William to his ranks is very early on in him beginning to do this so not a lot of his psykers have made it this far (getting out of hand, found out, ect.) and before ock will is probably his longest lasting psyker up to this point, and helpful because ock has grown very attached to Will and formed a father/son sort of relationship with the father older psyker. so when Will begins to experience warp-induced headaches saying huntsmann begins to stress is an understatement. Not wanting to lose his hold now gained over ock + his longest lasting psyker his darling AdMech bf (sooon you’ll see 😈) steps in to help. Loosely servitor-izing the psyker, leaving him a barely functioning husk of a man and giving him a few extra mechanical bits and bobs. Devastated ock doesn’t give up though, still clinging to and confiding in William, knowing he’s still in there somewhere, and he does sometimes get very minimal responses from will! So he’s holding out hope (even if huntsman often uses William as threats for ock..)

Now’s that little guy I said we’d get to! This right here is huntsmann’s AdMech boyfriend and resident Gay wrongs partner in crime 🥰 they make a very lovey dovey duo who really just aren’t the best morally but it’s fiiinnneeeee :3 hunts’ nickname for him and what I call him the most (for ease) is ‘Mecha’ while his “government name” is technically ZV-186 but shush it’s fine

He’s the AdMech who servitorizes(sorta) will and does most of the upkeep to ensure Will doesn’t explode in raw warp power among other little things and cuddling with his bf. All and all a solid nasty little manbot for his nasty husband

Finally is one of my favorite little shitposty little guilty pleasure ideas for ock to lighten the load a bit and that is the lovely and hilarious fact that all of the chaos gods wanna recruit him to chaos but he’s just having none of it. nurgle and slaanesh are having the least of it, they’re just kinda low steaks not too worried about it and don’t mind wether or not they walk away with a new follower, tzeentch and Khorne however at at one another’s throat for this kid- tzeentch is pissed Khorne is stepping on his toes [psyker] while Khorne is just there bc ock has eight in his name and that’s his favorite.

Again it’s dumb and silly but hey, I love it and it gets a good chuckle outta me to imagine my skittish little guy being visited by chaos and trying to be tempted when he has literally no reason to (at most nurgle bc his dying for some familiar structure but even then doubtful)

Ignore my old Khorne design & my complicated tzeentch designs these were drawn before I settled on Khorne’s and simplified tzeentch

Ofc the icing on this stupid hc cake is emps just kinda rolls with it and blesses ock to avoid touch of chaos culling so he can just shill this little goober to chaos =w=

A little bit of ock angst as he dreams about home….

cw angst, jjk manga spoilers abound - shibuya incident and post shibuya incident so read with caution if you don't wanna be spoiled. f!reader, they're in an established relationship. hurt/comfort.

Every fifteen minutes you wake up to quell your own fears that Satoru is not sleeping next to you. 

You rise with a start, propping yourself up on your elbow, and immediately you turn to glance at his sleep stilled features. Not an eye twitch to be found, not a hint of a snore, just white lashes resting against his cheek while his chest rises and falls gently. 

A sigh of relief as you lower yourself back down to your bed, tucking your arm and hand under your cheek while lying on your side to keep vigilant watch over him but as you try to close your eyes, you realize sleep is futile. This cycle is going to continue until your mind finally registers that he’s here and the right side of your bed will no longer be empty.

You ponder how it only took nineteen days without him to make you question everything. The two of you have had longer separations - three years ago he was gone for six weeks, two months ago he was gone for three - but you believed until the day he surfaced from the earth itself like a mythical hero that he was gone forever.

Spiraling seems like a light way to describe what you’ve gone through since you stepped foot in Shibuya on October 31st. You told yourself you’d keep things together for the sake of your students and Satoru’s but with the chaos that has ensued, how could you? 

Thinking of what happened that day makes your stomach ache in a way you cannot compare to anything else. It opens a hole in your gut, one large enough for your mistakes and regrets to spill out of and there isn’t any time for that, even now that the man sleeping next to you has returned. 

The lingering questions keep you awake and you gently shift your position, trying to find comfort while still keeping your eyes trained on him. 

Were you the reason these terrible things kept happening to the people you love? Is your love a poison that taints and kills rather than a balm that soothes and heals? Everywhere you go it seems that terror follows, a path of bodies behind you.

You wonder if he came to the same conclusion during his time imprisoned with a huge question mark looming over his future. Perhaps he’s finally realized you aren’t all he imagined - a tarnished piece of brass that has fooled him into thinking you’re gold for far too long. Does he regret being loved by you?

Gnawing your lower lip, you attempt to ground yourself by taking in a deep breath through your nose. There’s no way you can answer those questions for yourself and they’ll eat you alive if you let them. 

The sheets rustle beneath him as he moves slightly, draping one of his arms over his head while the other rests over his lower abdomen. You watch for any other signs of discomfort and find none, his breathing still coming as gently as it was a few moments ago.

He has had Infinity on for at least the last eighteen hours and you don’t feel stable enough to be reminded of that fact if you were to reach out and try to touch him. You bounced off of him after approaching to hold him when the two of you came face to face seventeen hours and 45 minutes ago and the split second between impact and realization made you feel wounded despite knowing realistically you had no right to feel that way. 

There’s no telling what he experienced during his time in the prison realm and you feel selfish placing your own feelings about his uncertainty and level of defensiveness, disappointed to see the walls back up that you’ve managed to scale over the years, over his comfort and feeling of safety. He has to be exhausted.

You don’t just feel selfish, you are. Another realization you’re certain he’s come to.

You’re sniffling without realizing it, a warm tear running down your cheek and across your forearm in its rush to the bed sheets below your body. Rubbing the tip of your nose against the heel of your hand, you worry about disturbing him and decide to let him rest. 

It was earth shattering to potentially lose him forever and now you have to pick up the pieces hoping they’ll eventually make sense. Maybe things will never go back to how they were twenty days ago.

Rolling toward the side of the bed, you dangle your legs over the edge and move to sit up but feel a hand on your shoulder. Fingers gripping into your bare skin, smooth palm curving into the contour of your neck. A touch - a real one. 

“Where are you goin’?”

His voice is heavy with sleep and you snort despite the sniffle that breaks through the amused noise. The sound of him is so familiar you want to wrap yourself in it for warmth and comfort but you can’t shake the way hearing the note of fatigue makes you feel. 

“I’m feeling restless and wanted to let you sleep a little longer,” you start and he slides across the bed until his body is flush with your back, wrapping his arms around your waist and letting his face rest at the small of your back while he curls inward on himself until his knees brush against the outside of your thigh. You cry again, feeling his body wrapped around you. 

“Just stay.”

Guilt gnaws as you wonder if he’s only doing this to quell your anxiety, his eyes flicking toward your shaking hands more than once over the course of the day that passed. That same shaky hand reaches up to wipe the tip of your nose while the other naturally reaches behind you to ruffle his hair, gliding your fingers through the soft strands while he presses his cheek against your back. This is familiar and you want to lean into the comfort of it, to allow yourself to believe that things are truly the same, but you hesitate.

“Don’t leave me,” he finally says and although you aren’t sure he’d even be aware of what he said to you if you were to ask him in the morning, the desperate note in his voice makes you cry even harder. Your chest and shoulders heave with the force of it, your stomach turning as you finally decide to relent and stop self flagellating long enough to care for him.

Carefully shifting back into bed while keeping your hand cupped over his head, you swing one leg and then the other back over and turn in his arms until you’re facing him. He’s still in half fetal position and you notice his eyes are half opened, staring at you intently. Shooting him an apologetic half-smile, you sniffle and press your face into his chest.

“Never.”

Your reply is muffled by his skin. It’s cowardly, you think, to hide your reply so you pull your face away from him and slide your hand up his arm until you can cup his face in both of your palms. Tipping his face down, he blinks slowly and you repeat yourself.

“Never, Satoru,” you speak through a shaky breath. His brows furrow when he sees your bottom lip quiver and he pulls you flush to him, your legs slipping between his as they always do - a perfect fit.

“I know.”

His tone is gentle and he further tips his head downward to press his lips against your forehead, long fingers drawing small lines across your spine. Guilt rends through you, hot and painful, as you soak up every bit of reassurance he’s giving you. You’ve always been too weak, too emotional, too reckless - so worthless compared to him in all his god-like glory. 

You don’t deserve him yet he rests beside you, body wrapped around yours. He presses his lips to your forehead and gives you a series of gentle pecks, he turns his Infinity into something too small to repel you just for the sake of making you feel better.

“I didn’t mean to leave you,” he mumbles and you shake your head, tears continuing to fall. How can you make him feel as though he has to explain himself? “But I promise you that it’s never going to happen again.”

Looking in your eyes, he can tell that you are lost in your own head and he’ll do whatever it takes to get you back despite knowing that’s a task that will take more than a few minutes of talking to one another to complete.

“You remember what I asked you before everything happened?”

You nod in response to his question, the same nod you gave him in response to that one as well - too speechless in the moment to say anything else. The ring he gave you has sat neatly in its box since the day of his imprisonment, your grief making it hard to even gaze at the stone he insisted he picked out to match your eyes, much less wear it. Despite the uncertainty, this is the reassurance you need to know that he’s still yours unfailingly. 

How you can even still find it in you to doubt him is befuddling but you’ll mark it down as one more internal mystery to solve when you have time.

“Of course I do and I meant what I said,” you half smile and squeeze his cheeks with your thumbs. “Yes. A hundred times over, yes.”

He can’t answer all of your questions tonight nor can he make you understand what his life was like for nineteen days. Lonely, empty, and uncertain but now he’s in your bed. He’s in your home and your heart and your head and your palms and for a flicker of a moment you believe things will be okay even if the trouble is just getting started here.

“Maybe we should do it sooner rather than later,” he mutters sleepily, eyes fluttering shut again. “Get it out of the way in ca-”

You cut him off by smacking his chest with the back of your hand, an exaggerated huff of air leaving him. 

“Okay, point taken.”

You giggle and it feels real, like something you remember from another lifetime. Your legs intertwined with his, your ear pressed against his chest to listen to his beating heart. Once upon a time you used to hope you’d hear his heartbeat become erratic based off of the things you’d say to him - sometimes sexy, sometimes sweet - but now you’re just glad to be listening to it at all.

“We can talk about wedding plans tomorrow. For now, rest.”

He hums and settles in, pulling you even closer than you thought you could be.

“And you’re not going to leave?”

You shake your head, letting your own eyes flutter shut peacefully.

“I’m here forever.”

Chapter three: Lock your doors

Word count: 3.8k

Category: hard angst, smut

Chapter warnings: drugs, mentions of medicine, light smut, guns 

Summary: There are three hot guys who want to be with you, however, there are a few problems along the way. One of them is a plug, another one wants to keep you all to himself and the third one - a med student who deals drugs on the side. Your main problem, though? You have a terminal illness that has a very low life expectancy. Spiraling down a dangerous path seems like a fun way to spend your last years.

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Maybe your mind-set of "you only live once" finally did you some favours, because now you have a date set with one of the hottest guys ever.

Friday comes fast and after swallowing down a bunch of medicine you’re sitting in an expensive car of none other than Kuroo Tetsuro.

The dark of the night swallows the blurry autumn sun and speckles the sky with stars. Your nerves are fried, fingers twitching and leg bouncing up and down, up and down.

"You’re nervous," Kuroo hums, but it’s not a question, merely an observation, "Your leg keeps bouncing up and down." The steering wheel is left in one of his huge hands, while the other one finds its way to your knee, gently squeezing, "Do I make you nervous?"

His hand is pleasantly warm. It reminds you of the most delightful things – early summer mornings, apple pie with ice cream and bear hugs.

And how could you not be nervous? Kuroo Tetsuro - the guy you had this dumb crush on for literal months - all 6’4 of his is sitting next to you, with that charming smile on his handsome face, navigating through the streets of busy, light-polluted Tokyo as if it’s as easy as breathing.

"I’m sitting in a car with a guy who’s basically a stranger and is refusing to tell me where we’re going. But yes, your handsome face is the problem."

The salon of his expensive car is filled with tension and the scent of sandalwood.

Kuroo lets out a laugh, "You’re trying to be snarky and shit but you still called me handsome, so thank you."

Your face burns as you scramble to make a witty come-back. Kuroo makes you way more nervous than you would like to be. It’s as if every time you see him your mind goes blurry.

"Well, you are," you finally settle on a response, "But aren’t there enough girls who tell you that?"

Kuroo gives you a look, turning back to the busy road to drive around slower drivers.

"Is that your way of asking me about girls?"

Your eyes fall to your shoes, as if they’re the most engrossing thing ever and your hands begin to mindlessly toy with your skirt.

"You sure you didn’t wanna study psychology or something?" you groan, still feeling a bit embarrassed that your intentions, expressed in a form of what you thought was the most flawless way of acquiring the answers you needed, being uncovered that easy.

He reminds you of a certain charming brunette from your past - the reason for most of your happy memories. They’re both too good at reading people.

Kuroo’s laughter is surprisingly higher in pitch than his voice, but it’s not unpleasant to listen to. You might even call it cute in a way.

"Babe, you’re just too easy to read, no need for me to study psychology," he finally says, slipping in the nickname without any further thought, a sly smirk playing at his lips when he notices the way you react to his words. His hand is still resting on your knee and he playfully squeezes it, making you almost jump up in your seat.

"You do know that I want to be here as much as you do, right? It’s not like you’re the only one nervous."

The sincerity of his words is hidden by a wide smile, but it’s reassuring. It’s hard to believe that a guy like Kuroo would go out with you and for you to refuse the urge to pinch your arm for the n-th time tonight.

"I know that, but somehow my brain," you wildly gesture to your head, raising your eyebrows, "Doesn’t connect the… dots, right?"

"What dots?" he swiftly turns into an intersection and turns right, slightly speeding up when the green light begins to blink.

"You wanting to go out with me..." you mutter, slightly awkwardly. For some reason, when you’re talking to him you’re like an open book. He has this aura around him that just makes you want to look into his golden-brown eyes and trust him.

Kuroo frowns, the corners of his lips going slightly downwards, "Why would you even say that? Who wouldn’t want to go out with you?"

Your thoughts are filled to capacity with Issei Matsukawa. That’s who wouldn’t want to go out with you. He’s like your own personal moon – only showing up when you need him the most, fucking you until you forget everything, but never letting anyone know who you two are; only a slight smirk when his friends ask if you two had fucked and a casual nod when they ask if you’re good in bed. That’s what you’ve been reduced to.

"Hey, doll, I think you’re dozing off on me, hm?"

You come back to reality; to the city lights that are now few and far in between, to how Kuroo’s hand spreads warmth through your body and to the smell of sandalwood.

"Yeah, just got lost in thought, sorry,"

"No worries," he nods, expression radiating relief and the usual self-assured smirk returning once again coming back to the black-haired man’s face, "Y/N, do you want to play 10 questions?"

You’re watching the lights of the bustling city fade away, melting away your tension. You feel safe with Kuroo, however dumb and naive it may sound. The fact that he didn’t push you to answer his question just a moment before only proves you right.

"Isn’t that for teenagers?" you lift up your eyes, finding Kuroo already looking at you and instantly ending the eye-contact, suddenly finding your shoes outstandingly interesting.

"It is… But I need an excuse to ask all the questions I want without seeming intrusive," 

"Okay, Mr. Thoughtful, ask away then," Kuroo chuckles at your attempts to tease him, but he knows. He knows that he’s got you wrapped around his finger. Not like he’s gonna use that. Not for now, at least.

"Okay. How many boyfriends have you had?" It seems like he had the question ready a while ago and you’re puzzled. He says most things so casually that you can only be envious of his confidence.

You’re lost in thought for a while. Well, Issei checked all the boxes a boyfriend should’ve; yet he didn’t want to be anything more, so that left you with-

"Just one, back in high school."

"What high school did you go to?" Kuroo shoots the question instantly, one finger bouncing up and down alongside the radio music, sending tingles through your body.

"Isn’t it my turn to ask?"

"Ah. Yes, I suppose." He gives you a half-assed apologetic smirk and suddenly turns right, his car tires squeaking in protest.

"How many girlfriends have you had?" you ask the same question, just reversed, but Kuroo doesn’t question it. He doesn’t even have to think before answering.

"Not gonna ask how many boyfriends I’ve had? Okay, ah, about five girlfriends."

"About-" you’re ready to find out more, curiosity getting the best of you but Kuroo squeezes your knee, like a subtle warning.

"Ah ah, my turn."

"What high school did you go to?" he asks, once again surprising you in how quick he is at making them.

"Aoba Johsai."

"Was this boy Iwaizumi Hajime?" he raises an eyebrow and seems quite satisfied with himself – like he’s got it all figured out.

"What? No! And it’s not even your turn to ask!" you couldn’t ever imagine yourself with Iwa. He was a good friend and a very handsome man, but way too serious for your taste.

"This game is stupid," Kuroo pauses for a moment. You know he’s got his next question already figured out, but he doesn’t ask straight away, "why not Iwaizumi?"

"Not my type, per say."

"Seems like your type. We have a similar face, no?"

You think for a moment. Not even a bit. Iwa’s eyes were slanted whereas Kuroo’s were lazily hooded, Iwa always carried a scowl on his face, while the man sitting beside you, favoured a confident smirk. The only similar thing about them was their height, and even then – Kuroo was more lean and with a straighter posture, "You do not," you finally come to the conclusion and Kuroo’s smiling. God, how he loves watching the wheels in your head turn, thoughts spinning and mouth opening and closing as you’re unable to make a believable argument.

"Strong eyebrows and jawline, a scowl. Don’t wanna rethink your answer?" Once again, he’s fast, pointing at his features with slender fingers, instead of looking at the empty road.

The scenery has changed and now you’re driving through empty fields, huge houses with giant fences popping up here and there.

"No, Iwa looks just like Mattsun but in italics," Kuroo searches his mind till he finds the face of Matsukawa Issei, who you so sweetly called "Mattsun" and then laughs. Holy shit, you’re right. Although, that’s got him thinking more. You two must be pretty close, if you’re calling the man by a nickname. Perhaps a former classmate? He was gonna have to look into it more, but for now, he’s got more important answers to provoke out of you, "Ok, right. Right. But who was it then?"

"Tooru."

"Oikawa Tooru?!" Kuroo almost slams on the brakes, shock apparent on his face. The resident pretty boy captain is a well-known person to him – always a beautiful fangirl hanging off his arm and a saccharine smile adorning his lips. He doesn’t seem like your type at all. Too sophisticated and fake. 

"You seem surprised."

“I am.” Kuroo nods, collecting his composure, putting his usual smirk back on, “Are pretty boys your type?”

“Didn’t you tell me my type was Iwaizumi and you, a moment ago?”

“Yeah,” Kuroo hums, nonchalantly, “That was before I knew Oikawa fucking Tooru was your ex,” he shakes his head, as if it’s hard to connect dots in his head, “Was he good in bed?”

You almost choke on your saliva and his hand pats your knee calmly. Oh, how he enjoys making you embarrassed.

“Interested in sleeping with Tooru?” you retort, but it’s way too late to have any real bite. 

Kuroo doesn’t acknowledge it, only noting that you still call Oikawa by his first name.

“Nah… Nah, just wanna know what I’m competing with.” 

Your head spins from the idea of what he’s implying, mind travelling to what his touches and kisses would feel like on your heated skin. 

But before you spiral out, Kuroo moves his hand from your knee and does a sharp turn, suddenly stopping and turning off the car, stretching in his car seat. You instantly miss the comforting warmth of his hand.

“We’re here.” 

Your eyes widen, trying to get used to the dark. Little by little, details come into your vision – you’re parked near a huge field of lavenders, surrounded by giant oak trees. It looks like a scene straight from a Studio Ghibli movie. 

“Are you going to murder me and hide my body in a lavender field?” 

Kuroo steps out of his car, instantly coming to open yours, it’s like an instinct for him, “Yeah. Gonna give you to a cult. ‘Children of the Corn’ and shit.” 

You chuckle as you step out of the car, following him without any question. Kuroo feels safe – like getting to sleep in your bed after a party, a ring that fits perfectly around your finger and holding hands when it’s cold. 

He leads you through a path in the field, the smell of lavender filling your senses. Kuroo reaches out for you and you grab his hand without thinking, which brings a smile to his face.

“When I was younger, uh, in my first year of high school, my dad died and it was just me and my grandparents left. They couldn’t afford a house in the city, dad left a lot of debt, so we moved away to the outskirts of Tokyo. When I felt like it was just me against the world… I used to come here.” 

The story Kuroo tells flows freely into the night air as he leads you through the small paths, to the biggest oak tree in the field. You don’t say you’re sorry for his loss. Traumas like that never heal and adding a band-aid to a gaping wound only adds insult to the injury. 

“So this is your safe place. I get it.” you give his hand a gentle squeeze and look up at him. The confident smirk is exchanged for a more gentler, genuine one, “I appreciate you taking me here.” 

Kuroo stops, if only for a moment, gazing down at you, “I know it’s corny and shit, since it’s our first date, but ah, I’ve treated girls shitty in the past. Don’t want to treat you like that, I want this to work. Even if it’s only a few dates.” 

“O-oh.” 

Kuroo laughs and spins you by your shoulders. You’re staring at a wooden ladder, attached to a blue treehouse. The paint is chipping away.

“I love the fact that I make you so nervous,” the words are spoken right into your ear, as he gives it a little peck and then gently pushes you towards the ladder.

“Are you letting me go first cause you want to stare at my butt?” you turn to him with judgemental eyes before you take the first step. 

“That, and the serial killers up there. Wouldn’t want them to kill me first!” 

You roll your eyes as you start climbing up and up, until you reach the opening to the treehouse, crawling in. 

It’s not like you imagined at all – the walls are painted, there’s a rug and a big mattress with pillows and thick blankets,

“Don’t tell me you used to sleep here, too.” 

“No, it was an old mattress my grandparents wanted to throw out. Figured it would make the place more cozy,” Kuroo pauses for a second and then sits down, encouraging you to do so too. He instantly pulls you close, “Easier than having to wait until my grandparents went somewhere, too.” 

You stare up at Kuroo, shaking your head, “You said you didn’t sleep here!” Kuroo chuckles and kisses your forehead, sending warmth all over your body. 

“Yeah, that’s right. I never slept here, just used to fuck girls here.” 

He’s so crude and straight-forward, but you can’t help but laugh.

“So we’re probably sitting on old cum stains?”

“Nah, probably not,” Kuroo grabs your waist and lays you down. He’s on top now and you turn your head to the side. 

“Look at me, y/n,” Kuroo gently grabs your chin and turns your face to look at him, you could explore his amber eyes for hours upon hours, trying to find out all the secrets within, “Can I kiss you?” 

You nod, giving him the permission, which he immediately uses. His lips are surprisingly soft against yours and his kiss bleeds desperation. One of his hands is still on your face, while the other finds its place in your hair. 

You try to lift yourself up, to get even closer to him, but he pushes you down by your hip, forbidding you from doing so. 

“Don’t move, baby,” he stops you with another kiss, this time biting your upper lip and dragging until it snaps back. He laughs and then kisses you again, “You’re so fucking beautiful.” 

You pull back and kiss him all over the face – he has little tiny freckles all over his nose. It has the most adorable little bump, encouraging you to kiss his nose once more. 

“You just gonna kiss me all over my face?” Kuroo raises one of his eyebrows and you reward him with another one. Then you reach for his jawline, then neck, making his breath hitch. 

“I want to undress you,” Kuroo says and you nip at his neck, giggling. 

“Then do so, don’t fucking ask me for permission,” you mumble into his skin and inhale more of the enticing sandalwood scent. Your mind is spinning. You’re about to fuck a man you’ve crushed on for months. Will it be different from having sex with Issei and all those random hookups? Is it too soon? Will you seem too easy?-

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Kuroo chuckles and then he’s undressing you – your skirt and shirt are flying off, shoes too and you’re left before him only in your bra in your panties, “Aw, you put on a matching set for me. How sweet of you. You’re so sweet… I almost feel bad for what I’m going to do with you.” 

Your breath hitches. Issei was never gentle, he took and took and took. You had a feeling Kuroo would be different. He admires the set for a short moment, before tearing it off. You yelp, but Kuroo instantly silences it with a hungry kiss. He takes but it’s so different. 

“You’ve got nice tits,” he smiles and then he’s kissing all over them, making your words stuck in your throat when he bites. Hard, “Am I being a red flag if I want to give you hickeys and bite marks,” he kisses lower and lower, “all over your body?” 

“Might-“ your voice gets a pitch higher when Kuroo finally reaches your pussy, giving it a gentle kiss and separating the folds. There’s an unreadable emotion swimming in his eyes, “Might not have enough turtlenecks to hide them all.” 

“Oh, baby,” Kuroo laughs and gives an experimental lick to your clit, making your back arch, “I plan on letting everyone see.” 

And then he’s eating you out like it’s his last meal. One of his hands finds your hip again, squeezing hard and preventing you from lifting yourself up, “You just can’t stay still, yeah?” His words cause vibrations, making you let out a loud whine. 

“You sound pretty. Real pretty,” with that, you finally let out a loud, angelic moan. And that’s enough to get Kuroo going. Oh, how he craves to hear more and more and more.

Two of his slender fingers slide inside you and you keen at the stretch. It’s been a while since you’ve last had sex so every calculated touch of nimble fingers feels euphoric against your skin, pleasure coursing through the slight pain. 

“More,” you ask. No, you beg. You look at Kuroo like he’s your god, ever so loving and forgiving to grant you one wish. One wish for not being sinful. One wish because he gets to be the one to make you sin. 

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, baby,” Kuroo grunts and then, suddenly, adds another finger. You yelp, trying to grab at his wrist, but his hand stops yours, “Be a good girl. Don’tcha wanna be a good girl for me, mm?” 

“Want to! Wanna be a good girl for you, daddy!” 

Kuroo tilts his head back, groaning, “You don’t know what you’re starting, fuck-. You just squeezed my fingers so fucking hard,” a smirk plays on his stupidly handsome face, “Want me to get rough? Baby wants me to get rough with her soft, perfect body?” 

You nod, and with that, Kuroo gets all the confirmation he’s ever needed from you. His fingers find the spot inside you, the one many guys would’ve struggled to find and with a few curls of his long fingers, you’re coming undone, juices spreading all over Kuroo’s fingers. 

He’s smiling in blissful delight, sticking the fingers into your mouth as you eagerly lick them clean, tasting yourself. Kuroo pats your heated cheek in approval and then quickly removes his sweater and shirt, revealing a silver chain that has a small black cat charm hanging on it. You chuckle and Kuroo tilts his head, until he catches where your stare landed. 

“Don’t make fun of me, princess, yeah? You’re about to learn what happens to good, perfect girls like you,” he smiles and it makes you burn. You want him to touch you, kiss you, ruin you until the only things you remember in this world are his name and face. 

However, as soon as his soft, warm lips land on your neck, there’s a noise outside. A car engine coming closer and closer with each passing moment. 

Kuroo stands up instantly, pulling you up as you stumble to get onto your unsteady feet. The floor of the treehouse is cold, and so are you. 

“Get your shoes on, quickly”, his voice is laced with concern and hints of confusion so you don’t hesitate - doing as you’re told as quickly as possible. He dresses you in his sweater - the material soft and comfortable against your skin, pulls his own shirt on and gathers other clothing left. You see it in his eyes - no time to put on your clothes, you have to go.

He climbs off the ladder and almost pulls you off of it, when he deems your speed unsatisfying. 

“No one is supposed to know this place, except a few people, fuck!” Kuroo pulls you with him and you only ease his worries by not stumbling, which requires huge effort, actually, “I am almost sure of who that is though, what bad timing… Fuck, I really just wanted to take you on a date where no one could find us,” he’s seething, grabbing your hand in a grip that tightens with each passing moment. 

You don’t dare question Kuroo. Everything - from his words to his seething need to get you somewhere safe - screams danger. 

When you’re about a few meters from his car, Kuroo pulls you closer and takes a long inhale.

“Please, sit in the car, don’t make a noise and don’t open the door for anyone besides me,” the words take a few short moments to register in your scared mind, which makes Kuroo grab you tighter, “Say you understand, y/n.” 

“I-I understand,” the words leave your mouth as another car pulls into the side of the beautiful fields, that gave you such calmness and serenity just a while ago. No more of that today. The calmness and coldness of Kuroo’s voice make shivers run down your spine. 

There’s a flash of recognition in Kuroo’s eyes as he observes the car that’s pulled over. His brows furrow and he ushers you quickly towards his own car, hand tightly wrapped around yours. 

“I’ll be back as quickly as possible, okay?” with that, you’re sitting in the passenger seat, your knees pulled to your chest, mind spinning. You watch his tall silhouette disappear into the darkness and then close your eyes. You would appreciate some pain medicine right now. If only you had some on you. Hopefully, Kuroo is back soon and you’ll get away with an excuse of a headache. 

You’re still only in your shoes and Kuroo’s sweater when someone taps on the car window. Your skin raises in goosebumps, heart about to jump out of your chest. Slowly, you look up and are met with a barrel of a gun and an icy stare looking straight into your soul. Only one thought runs through your head – Kuroo hasn’t locked his car.

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The first day at the monastery.

Flowers of Two Thousand Years (Part 1)

Marius-centric comic. The following 9+ pages are closely based on Prince Lestat and The Vampire Lestat. (CW for violent imagery including a vampire turning)

to be continued

I initially didn't plan to spend THIS much time on this part of Marius' Story in TVL; the concept of this comic is to show some parts of Marius' life with the connecting theme of flowers, in quick succession.

Not sure how many pages the rest of the comic will have since I keep adding stuff.............. will probably take awhile.

[[Part 2]]

Perspective

Here's some actual art 😎 get this ds a charger