#{ and the bracelet of the wanderer-!!! very cute i'm in love- }

[galeforged]

Emblem Forwin

Known as the Emblem of Bards. Humble lutist and witness to many great deeds, who walked just as many miles with wind ever at his back.

{ ooc } Commissioned from the great DeebyFeeby on Twitter!​ 🥺 MY SON LOOKS SO HANDSOME IN THE GAME’S ART STYLE JUST LOOK AT HIM I LOVE HIM- ❤️❤️❤️

His Engage verse page has also been updated with the new art!

[miks-delusional-blog]

Just hold my hand - Mizu x fem! reader

Tags: fluff, very minor angst (not really angst?) Idk how to tag sorry I’m a noob, Mizu just being a bit anxious, that’s as angsty as it gets

Notes: In 2nd person (you), 858 words, Mizu x Fem! reader

Context: you and Mizu are friends(?) with romantic tension (I'm projecting).

Little A/N: lmao ran out of fanfics to read so I wrote one!

Guys I haven't written fanfic (and posted it) since I was 14 YEARS OLD. I'm 20. The passage of time is so scary.

I'm open to criticism but please be gentle.

Enjoy <3 Love Yamz x

It was a cold day. Just a few days after the new year. The golden sun slowly travelled over the horizon, the moon and stars chasing after. You and Mizu were walking through a bustling crowded street, lined with street vendors. 

The two of you walked together, slightly trailing behind her. Occasionally you’d remark,

“Those steamed buns smell so good, we should come back here later!”

“Woah…”

“Ooh, that’s so cool, don’t you think?”

“Isn’t that bracelet cute?”

And Mizu would hum in reply, nodding and agreeing with you nonchalantly. 

As the two of you continued through the street, it seemed to get busier and louder. Your voice was getting quieter as everyone else got louder, their conversations drumming against Mizu’s ears. As Mizu walked, a necklace caught her eye. One she expected you’ll comment on.

But she’s met with silence.

Mizu, a little confused, turns back to look at you, but you’re not there. She looks around, walking back the way she came. She scanned the stalls but she couldn't see you. It didn’t help that the street had gotten busier.

‘Where are you?’ she thinks.

Before she realised, she became frantic. Barging through the crowd, she called out for you, her head whipping around just for a glimpse of you.

‘Where are you?’

Did something happen?

Maybe you got lost. Or maybe you had gotten distracted.

Had you been taken without her realising? There’s no way. She would have noticed. Right?

Had you abandoned her? No, there’s no way…

Desperate, Mizu began asking people if they had seen you. They’d brush her off, or roll their eyes, but she didn’t care. 

‘Where the hell are you?’

Mizu pulled herself to the side of the street. She felt her heartbeat thumping in her ears. She needed to calm down. Collect herself. You couldn’t have gone far. Why had she gotten so worked up about you? You’re not a child.

She let out a sigh to calm her breathing. She scanned the crowd again. 

‘How could I let the thought of her get me so rattled? Fucking ridiculous.’ She thought, gritting her teeth.

‘Where the fuck is she? That brat. Always fucking wandering off…’ finally her eyes settled on your figure.

You hadn’t spotted her yet. Mizu watched as you looked around at the busy crowd with nervous eyes. 

In a way it comforted her. Your nervous form, looking around for her. It quelled her previous anxieties of you possibly being kidnapped or of your abandonment. Mizu smirked a little at your image.

“Mizu!” You called out with a wavering voice, still not seeing her. 

‘This feels a little sadistic now.’ Mizu chuckled to herself. She walked over to you, pushing through the crowd.

Mizu called out to you when she was a lot closer. 

“Mizu? Mizu!” your face lights up when you spot her, relief washing over you. You ran up to her, hugging her before pulling away slightly, remembering how that wasn’t her thing. “Oh right sorry-”

To your surprise, she pulls you back into her embrace. She lowers her head close to your ear, “Where the hell did you go?” Her words are sharp but her voice is unexpectedly soft.

“Sorry, I got distracted. I saw something at a stall and I called out to you, and I thought you heard me so I went over. But, we got separated.” You said, feeling a little embarrassed. 

Mizu lets out a sigh, her eyebrows knit slightly. “Why didn’t you just tap me or something?”

You look at her puzzled, “But, you don't like being touched.”

“I don’t mind if it’s you.” She barks, a little frustrated. You flinch a little at her tone. Realising her harshness she let out another breath trying to calm down. She stepped back, separating from you. You felt the absence of her warmth.

“Look,” she began crossing her arms, “I’d rather you touch me for two seconds than having to spend an hour looking for you. You’re lucky that you just wandered off this time. Next time we get separated like that, I’m not gonna come looking for you. I don’t care if you get kidnapped or swallowed by the earth.” 

You felt yourself heat up in embarrassment. Averting eye contact, “sorry…” 

“I need to get you a bell so I don’t lose you. In the meantime…” Mizu held out her hand towards you.

You paused, looking down at it a little confused.

She rolls her eyes, “Just take my hand.”

You abided immediately.

The two of you began walking down the bustling street, hand in hand. Her hands were cold and rough but being so close to her made you feel warm and safe.

After a moment of reflecting on your conversation, “Mizu?”

“Yeah?” she glanced over at you.

“Did you think I got kidnapped?” You enquired. 

She briefly paused, “It was a possibility that crossed my mind.”

You smiled, beaming “Oh…you really do care about me.”

“Shut up. Don't be a brat.” 

You laughed, bumping her shoulder softly. She rolled her eyes, looking away from you. But still she smirks, shifting her grip in your warm and soft hand.

[angelslittlewritingcorner]

DESIRE

(Adam x Lute x Reader)

After you gave so much love to the first part of the series, I thought I'd post the second this week. A little more fluff this time, but the next part will be very spicy. Have fun with it.

Tags: @mournings-stars

Synopsis: Y/N just wanted to spend some wholesome time with her lovers but they had other plans.

Part 2 (of 3)

Part 1

Warnings: Language

Y/N straightened her shoulders and opened the bathroom door. "Yes, I'm ready," she said and let her eyes wander over Lute. She was actually wearing the dress she had just bought. It clung perfectly to her curves and Y/N had to avert her eyes. Even if Lute was an angel, she was made for sin. Damn, she was already thinking like Adam. He came up behind Lute and scrutinised Y/N. "Woah damn girls you look really hot" Lute just rolled her eyes and punched Adam lightly in the arm. Y/N also looked at her other lover and couldn't help but grin slightly. "Adam? Is that gel in your hair and you're wearing a jacket?" He just grinned and his nose coloured slightly pink. "So can we then?" Lute asked, a little more annoyed and held out his hand again. Y/N nodded and grabbed her handbag before the three of them left the flat.

Holding Lute's hand felt incredibly good. She looked quite petite, but her grip was firm and firm. Adam walked next to them and talked about a dog he'd seen the other day that had totally dragged its owner through the mud because it had seen another dog. "And then he dragged him all over the park. I really thought the ice cream was going to fall out of my hand I laughed so hard." His two girls just grinned at the story and threw in a few comments here and there. Once Adam started talking, he never stopped. Y/N thinks it's because he was alone for so long after Lilith and Eve left him. You could really feel sorry for him.

When she first met him, she thought he was just a jerk who was self-absorbed and reckless. Just like the high school jocks in the TV series on Earth. But after getting to know him better and seeing behind his façade, she realised that he longed for love and acceptance. Things he would never admit to, of course, but were very obvious when you knew him.

The three of them arrived at the elegant restaurant and quickly took the seats they had ordered. As they were all quite hungry, they immediately began to check out the menu. "Really a fancy place," said Adam and grinned at Lute out of the corner of his eye, "Yeah, you'd never have thought of such an idea, you Dickmaster." He just rolled his eyes and grinned behind the menu. God those two were cute when they weren't out for blood and fighting. Y/N thought about the little surprise she had in her handbag. When would be the best time to give it to them? Before dinner? After? She decided to give them the present while they were waiting for the food.

After a few minutes, a waiter came and took their orders. He also placed a glass of crystal clear fresh water in front of each of them. No matter how many times Y/N saw the food and gifts of heaven, it was still a mystery to her how everything could be so clear and clean. Every colour seemed brighter and more intense. Lute took a sip from her glass and then put it down. "Y/N darling … why are you looking like that? What's bothering you?" "N-Nothing's bothering me I… well" she took a deep breath "It's just that I have something for you both because today is such a special day." None of the three would ever admit to dating in public. What would people think if they knew it was a three-way relationship? Unfortunately, they didn't realise that they were so obvious that everyone already knew. Y/N reached into her handbag and handed her two lovers a small parcel each.

Curious, the two opened it and stared at the contents for a moment. The parcels contained a bracelet for each of them with the initial letters of the three of them. "I made them myself. The band is made of leather and the letters are made of silver." "That's really pretty," said Lute, her eyes taking on a warm glow. She took the bracelet and held it out to Y/N. "Will you make it for me baby?" She nodded and carefully put the bracelet on her. Adam was silent the whole time and just held out his arm. Y/N put the bracelet on him too. She had been wearing her own since she had left. Why didn't Adam say anything? Didn't he like it? Too cheesy? Too feminine? But she didn't dare ask, after all, she had her pride. Luckily, the food arrived and took the decision off her hands.

After the meal, they paid and went back to their flat together. "Kitten" Y/N turned to Adam. "We have a little surprise for you too" She raised an eyebrow curiously and Adam gripped the side of her waist and led her in the direction of the bedroom....

[vindikaetion]

Hi Kae! This might be a random question, but I ask because I think you understand them so well… What are Jack and Hiccup’s love languages, and do they mesh well together?

Awwww hello! I'm flattered that you think I've got a good grasp of their characters xD

Hiccup is absolutely a gift giver/does acts of service. He shows his affection and love by making gifts for Jack, like cute little figurines or helping sew any damaged clothing. I like to headcanon that when they're further into their relationship, he crafts cute matching leather bracelets for the both of them to symbolize their bond :)

Both of them absolutely like physical touch, though Hiccup may not allow himself to be obvious about it. They both have lonely pasts. For Jack, in canon he was alone for 300 years, and I can't imagine Hiccup's childhood was filled with friendly hugs or affection.

I do also kind of imagine both of them enjoy words of affirmation????? Tbh they fit a lot of the 5 love languages LOL. They fit well because they've gone through a lot of the same things, I think. They find comfort in one another because they've both faced loneliness from being outcasts.

I don't see them saying 'I love you' very often, but when they do you know they mean it. They say it through other means, by knowing each other's schedules/knowing when the other is upset and trying to hide it. Neither of them are very good at talking about their feelings, but they know how to help the other through it.

They're both wanderers, they both love exploring. Their mutual love of FLYING, and the friendly competitiveness. UGH. They're just so compatible to me, I could go on about them for hours xD

I hope my rambling made some sort of sense! Thank you so much for sending me this question! <3

[nightmyst14-blog]

I seen a few people do this on here, so I decided to try to as well. I only picked 9 because I would be here all day if I did them all in at once. Most rarepairs I want to talk about.

I'm going this in 3 parts, so today you're getting a good chunk of my Ovenbreak Exclusive ships. Let's go.

Some ships don't have clever ship names Im sorry.

HeroCroissant: They're on great terms in their Relationship chart. I can see them working together while traveling through dimensions, and Hero working on fixing his suit to make it easier when flying through vortexes. With Croissant's help, of course.

SourCurrant: Fashion designer gfs!! They would do a lot of collabs during fashion shows. Sour Belt has a special-made belt from Currant, while Currant has a leather jacket Sour made from her old works.

FireLotus: Roger and Jessica Rabbit vibes, He makes them laugh!! Fire Spirit tried to create them some fire flowers once, it kinda backfired. Lotus appreaciated it though.

Peperoncino x Blue Lily: Met one time during Peperoncino and Habenaro's wanderings. The two bonded over their strong sense to protect something they care about. I like to think Blue would take Peperoncino on dates under glowing giant mushrooms.

Captain Ice x Eggnog: I mentioned them before, and I still love them, Its a comfort ship. They're engaged, working under a long distance relationship. Eggnog would take her on ice skating dates whenever she's off work at a time. Ice loves receiving letters and phones calls from him whenever she had a hard day.

ChurroFig: Cottagecore partners. Churro loves listening to Fig's tales, maintaining the Millennial Forest Temple by himself can be lonely. Fig tend to recieve gifts from Churro, as in bracelets or flowers wreaths he used to make back in his village. Sometimes after a long day, they like to dance underneath the stars at night when its cool.

StringCoffee: Coworkers dating. String finds Coffee's clumsiness cute,even if it can be a nuisance sometimes. Coffee admires String's determination and intagrity, even though he can be a bit cold sometimes. She writes him small letters in sticky notes to cheer him up. String's is always making sure she doesnt hurt herself, down to making sure she remembers to eat during work hours.

Treenanas: A more common Ovenbreak ship, I think. Ananas finds Millennial to be one of the more "tolerable" cookies in their list. Millennial likes visiting Ananas' islands, the dragon always giving them a gift of fruit whenever they leave. Beach dates are very common, with Ananas dancing with Millennial along the water.

BeetNinja: An unexpected ship, I saw that they were together during the Valentine's day event, and now I can't stop. Beet and Ninja are pretty secretive with their relationship, not wanting really anyone to find out. When they go go on date, its always outdoors, like camping or hiking. Beet is the only one who's seen Ninja's true face, aside from his friends Muscle and Rebel.

That's all of my main Ovenbreak ships!! I have more, but again wanted to do some of my more less obvious ships.

My post on my Kingdom ships will show up later. Hope you enjoyed!!

[pbandjesse]

We have had sort of a strange day so far as I am starting time write this in the middle of the afternoon.

I struggled to sleep last night. When we finally got back to the room and showered and relaxed it was around 130. I fell asleep pretty easy but at 4am I got woken up by a noise and just never was able to fall back asleep. Which was fine for most of the morning. I would eventually take a nap and I am really tired now. But at the time I just could not fall asleep.

I would text with Celia and watch TikToks until James woke up at 6.

They did not feel well at all. And would throw up a few times. I felt so bad. But we would get cleaned up and dressed and I felt so cute. I messed up my lip from being dehydrated but I was just feeling so good about myself. And I tried to ride that as long as I could.

We would head to breakfast. Where James would have to run to the bathroom to throw up again. Their face was all flush like it gets when they get sick.

I was in a good mood though and tried to share that with them. It was raining just a little. And everything was beautiful. I had so much watermelon. And tried some bread pudding with pineapple and a berry called ginja berries. I also tried the line orange juice but I did not like it at all. Tasted like a grapefruit rind. James just ate fruit and drank water. They desperately wanted to go back to the room and lay down. But they also didn't want to rush me and I was like. Stop that let's go. And headed back to the room.

James would lay down and I would go hang out on the balcony. I watched videos and worked on bracelets. But I was restless. I wanted to go for a walk. And after I checked on James for a little I would go and do just that.

I walked as far as I could around the paths. I was listening to a podcast and just having a nice time looking at bugs and plants. But to many critters but so many good snails. I went past the basketball courts to the wedding amphitheater they have and when I started going up the hill I got stopped by security. Full ak47s slung on his chest. I called over to him when he saw me and let him know I was just taking pictures of flowers and would head back. He said j could take pictures from the hill but I didn't want to push my luck.

I would wander the other direction but eventually I wanted to go back to check on my husband.

They were still not amazing. And would sleep most of the morning away. I would hang out on the balcony and made bracelets and chilled. I had a snack and enjoyed the view. It's nice to just be relaxed. I still feel just a little guilty but I am supposed to be relaxing. I just also don't want to miss anything. The fomo is real even if there isn't anything to miss.

I would eventually get in bed with James. Who claimed to be feeling better but wanted to horizontal still. So I would join them and they would hold me and eventually I fell asleep.

When I woke up I actually didn't feel great anymore. My busted lip is sensitive. And I'm worried it's going to get worse and make me feel ugly. I am making sure to moisturize it and trying to not poke at it, as is my habit. I'll end up pulling at the skin and making it a million times worse. So I am trying very hard to not do that.

Eventually we started getting messages in the group chat. One of the guys who came in early this morning is trapped at immigration and they might deny his visa and everyone is pretty upset about this. Obviously! Like this poor guy traveled for two days! I really hope they can work it out. Apparently the embassy has been zero help.

We joined the bridal party at the bar. And got some food. The fries were very good but I was still feeling not my self. It got very warm out and while I love these pants they apparently don't breath super well. So I got a little overheated. I as not participating in the conversations much but I was enjoying listening.

Eventually the girls started to head to the rooms to get ready for Sam's bridal shower. So I came back to our room but the nice staff is cleaning it so I am sitting on the balcony until he is done.

It's been a lot of hours since then. I have to be chill about schedules changing all the time. But we still have not gone to the bridal shower and it was supposed to start 5 hours ago. So that's tough for me, when I love a schedule so much. But today was still fun.

Cleaning the room took longer then I expected and I was worried (unnecessary) about being late so I grabbed my clothes and went down to one of the I'm other girls rooms where the bridesmaids were getting their makeup done. And I would change in the bathroom.

I felt kind of off. Weird. But they gave me a piece of pizza and that would help. It was a very sweet tomato sauce but it was nice. I would hang out with them for a bit. But when I realized it was still going to be a while I would head back to find the boys.

They were outside trying on their traditional garb. And making sure things fit. After me and James would head to our room which was finished being cleaned and James would get dressed nice for pictures. I would change my hair and put on earrings and that helped. My lip was still bugging me but I have been babying it and trying very hard to not hurt it and make it worse.

Me and James would go to one of the boys rooms and we hung out there for a long time. There was some drama. One of the guys has been detained all day by immigration. They think because he has a Nigerian name and the agent thought he was arrogant for having an American passport and denied him. So we are not sure if he's going to get through. His visa is approved though and we have high hopes he will be released tomorrow when the embassy opens again. Hopefully they can help.

I had fun hanging out with the guys. Talking about conspiracies and listening to music. And eventually we were able to get their traditional outfits back from the tailor who was ironing them and I would help pin the bottoms and make sure things sweet laying right. It was nice to be helpful.

We headed to the wedding coliseum to do the pictures. And everyone looked so nice. The girls would come a few minutes after us. But they all looked so ridiculously beautiful. I got to learn all the names. The boys are wearing kunzu. The bride is wearing gomezi, and the girls are in mushanana. I spoke to the seamstress to get those. She was very kind.

Pictures took a while. And it was fun hanging out and seeing everyone look so good. And then Sam came down in her beautiful dress and I was just blown away. She looked like an angel.

(Omg we are in the van to the bridal shower and we got word that the friend who was detained has been released and is free after over 14 hours!! This is such a huge weight off of everyone.)

While we were doing pictures the sun started to set and it was just beautiful. And once the sun was down the moon started to create over the mountains. I got everyone's attention to watch it and it was just so magical. We are all just so happy and having so much fun.

Once photos were done we would all take an hour to reset. The wedding party changed into more comfortable clothes. And we would meet back at 830. 6 and a half hours later then planned but it's fine.

Me and James got back to the room and the staff came back in to make our beds again for sleep. So there is a way they set the room for the day and a way they do it for the night so that's interesting. The man was nice. And me and James chilled on the couch

A little after 8 we went to the lobby and waited. And soon everyone else was gathered and we got on the bus. And that's where I am not. I'm looking forward to the evening even though I am pretty tired. It's fun seeing everyone on their motorcycles.

It's been a few hours now and the party is in full swing. I am thoroughly enjoying talking to Sam's cousins from London. And the food tonight is really good. I am really tired but I'm having a lot of fun.

I am going to go and continue to have some fun. To be a part of the festivities I have taken shots of fruit juice for fun.

I hope tomorrow we can swim. I am looking forward to another day!

Goodnight everyone!!

[darkimpala1897]

So in my stories, the one original character that shows up his name is Martin. He just sorta somtimes wiggles his way into my stories because I just love him, so I thought I would talk about his general headcanons plus give you the face to a name.

His full name is Martin James Battles

Yes Battles is his last name, and yes Eddie steals it for his stage name

He's an old family friend a very old family friend, why do you think Wayne is so cool with his nephew being gay

He was born in Johannesburg but grew up in Hawkins with Wayne

Him and Wayne even though there not together anymore they bicker like an old married couple it's the funniest shit ever

He shipped Steve and Eddie before they were together

Steve took Eddie to him when Eddie was dying and it went down like this "Wildlife Biologist not a doctor." And Steve was like "So, where else am I supposed to take him."

Martin has a south African accent which Eddie tries mimicking and it's absolutely terrible.

Martin has a animal reserve in Mopani which Eddie begs to go to every year

Martin and Eddie have matching scars not because Martin was a chew toy for bats more a pissed off lion

Martin helped Eddie get his guitar

Martin use to babysit Eddie when he was really little

Martin adopted Gareth, well more he found Gareth as a toddler wandering and was just like "yep I'm keeping you."

Funnily enough Gareth does not have his accent

He introduced Gareth to Eddie and best friends for life

He's never was with anyone after Wayne, Eddie always asks him why he never married a woman or something and Martin was like "I found my person, but given the times we could be nothing but best friends. So that's what we are best friends."

He always gets Eddie and Steve to make up after a fight

Martin knows about the upside down mostly because of Eddie obviously but he likes to pretend its not a thing

He taught Eddie how to play the guitar

He bartenders at the hideout, he's the one making sure Corroded Coffin gets a gig there

He enjoy's making fun of Steve and his not mathematically correct house specifically the garages

Eddie wears one of his bracelets mostly because he stole it from him

Martin taught Steve how to take care of plants

Steve really wanted to see a giraffe and that's when he finally took Eddie to his reserve, so theirs a Polaroid on Eddie's mirror of Steve with a giraffe

Martin gave Eddie his handcuffs because a very very long time ago Martin was a cop in Johannesburg fun fact, he lived their for like a year after his whole breakup with Wayne

Eddie has a younger picture of Wayne because of this man and Eddie likes to joke that him and Wayne looked like him and Steve its cute

My boy Martin, I just love him way to much. He's based off a character from the movie beast they did him so dirty. Let's just say they did an Eddie to him.

Eddie wears a million layers mostly because of this man.

Martin is the reason as to why Jason's alive mostly because he sorta kidnapped Jason and Andy and left them about twenty miles outside of Hawkins telling them to walk and home and think about what they did to Gareth and Jeff because they weren't eighteen yet so he couldn't break their noses.

I think that's everything, so now when you read my stuff and someone named Martin pops up it's mostly likely my boy and now you people know all about him.

[creepy-spooghetti]

Hello! I would like a matchup if you have the time!

First of, I am 5'7, ISFP, a pisces, my favorite color is red, I am curvy and I have shoulder length, red dyed hair. I have grey-blue eyes, wear glasses because I'm pretty much blind without them. My makeup and clothes take a lot of inspiration from alternative subcultures like goth and grunge.

As far as my personality is concerned, I try to be as generous, helpful and friendly as I can. I do my best to involve everyone in a conversation or activity and I yearn for close connections and bonds. I am very reactive, though. I cry and scream and get angry but always apologize if and when I hurt someone. Something less known about me is my lack of empathy. It's not that I don't care about people in my life, I just have a hard time feeling for them in even the worst of situations. I also don't really have any sensibility about death; I'm just not that affected. My love languages are physichal touch, acts of service and gift giving/receiving. I am a bit of a masochist and I don’t mind getting hurt, either through my own reckless actions or love bites from my partner. I need my partner to be able to express their affection, feelings and thoughts; I need someone assertive but still caring in their own way.

I have a bit of a bad memory and I tend to forget most events. Usually I just nod along to whatever story my friends are telling because if it sounds like something I would do, I probably did it and just don't remember.

I enjoy swimming and summer, painting, writing, theatre and music. I paint a lot of abstract things and I try to express exactly what feelings inspired that specific piece. I usually write poetry if I'm in the mood but I lean more towards painting. Aside from that, I've been told I would make a good actor. I like listening to a lot of metal music, pop punk, darkwave (some of my favorite bands are System Of a Down, Nice ice kills, Skillet, Vandal Moon, Children on Stun and don't tell anyone but I have a soft spot for Alec Benjamin)

Some of my favorite things are my spiked bracelet, my dark red nail polish and parties. I would say I'm an ambivert. I love spending time with others, although I also like to enjoy my personal space often. I like amusement parks, water parks, the forest, the beach, I find fun in most places.

Finally, I absolutely love horror. Horror manga like Junji Ito, horror movies or stories; they are all my favorites. My favorite book and movies are Frankenstein and Scream 1996 and Hush 2016. Manga and books don't scare me a lot but movies are what I enjoy most, even though I'm scared to watch them alone. My ideal date would be a horror movie marathon with lots of scares so I can hold on to my partner and cuddle. On the topic of horror, I have a pretty embarassing but totally reasonable fear of zombies. I have nightmares often and I swear my fear came from plants vs zombies.

I didn't mean for this to get so long ^^ Have a good one!

I match you with...

Brian!

The first thing Brian observed about you was your appearance - he thought you looked very cute, besides he is shamelessly attracted to those that wear glasses so that gave you some bonus points for sure.

The moment he really started to notice you, however, was when you went with him on a mission, and he realized how capable you were if given the right assignment. The two of you worked well together, and he didn't have a problem at all with teaming up again sometime in the future.

He'd see you wandering around the manor, doing your own thing, headphones over your ears, completely content with the situation, and discreetly admire you from a distance - he wouldn't have admitted that to anyone, though.

You seemed to be very in touch with your emotions, judging by how expressive you were with them when communicating with any of the other residents, and he could tell that you wouldn't hold back if something ever angered or upset you. Therefore, he made a mental note never to cross you if it was unnecessary.

Over time, his feelings blossomed and became something more than a fleeting crush. Everything about you reeled him in, even though he didn't know that much about you. So, he decided to change that.

It started with a passing conversation here and there; he'd inquire about your day or comment on something random, and that would spark further interaction. The more you talked, the more that little flame in his chest grew. He looked forward to seeing you each day, even if just for a couple of minutes. He hadn't felt this lively since he was in college, and it showed through in his voice and actions. His apathetic demeanor was slowly melting away, and you were to thank for that.

When the two of you first got together, he was a little hesitant and unsure; after all, he hadn’t dated anyone since he was in college. But with your lovable and affectionate demeanor, his doubts were quick to fade.

Brian personally is not a huge fan of horror, but whenever he’s free and you want to watch something, he’s down to do it with you. It’s quality time together, and he wouldn’t miss that for the world.

Plus, he finds it quite amusing when you get frightened and end up essentially using him as your own personal body pillow.

If it’s an open partner that you want, it’s an open partner that you’ll get; contrary to popular belief, Brian is very connected with his feelings, emotions, thoughts, etc, even though he doesn’t like expressing that in his day-to-day life with everybody else.

If he has a problem, with your relationship or otherwise, he will be very honest with you about it, as well as admitting when he was wrong. He’s a mature guy and definitely would not date anyone that isn’t willing to face trouble head-on or own up to their mistakes. He doesn’t like to dwell on past problems either, so as long as you make it clear you’re sorry for whatever it was you did, and will do better in the future, he’ll forgive you.

If you ever have a nightmare, feel free to call him up in the middle of the night. He’s used to being woken up from slumber anyway, being one of Slenderman’s most trusted puppets, so if he has to talk to someone this late, he wants it to be you.

He too enjoys writing poetry, and even though he doesn’t consider himself an expert by any means, it’s one way he’s able to release his stress and negativity. Believe it or not; being forced to hurt people doesn’t do much to help his mental state.

He would rather not go full-on PDA if it can be helped; it isn’t that he doesn’t relish your touch, or finds you embarrassing to be around, it’s simply because if he lets the others in the house know he can be soft, they won’t take him seriously. And he can’t have that.

So if you start clinging to his arm when he’s in the middle of something, he’ll nudge you off and mutter that he loves you, but the cuddles will have to wait.

Obviously he’ll make it up to you when you have some alone time together.

If you ever get emotional, for whatever reason, don’t worry about receiving judgement - he understands that everyone deals with things in their own ways. Especially if you’re in the middle of a disagreement, and he sees you’re beginning to get upset, he will shelf his own agenda and make sure you calm down before either of you continue.

He isn’t a huge fan of most of the music you listen to (he’s more of a classic rock guy) but he can vibe with some of the songs.

He occasionally likes to tease you about how scared you are of zombies, but if you seem like you aren’t receptive, he won’t take it any farther. He doesn’t want to be mean and make you feel bad.  

He loves the color of your eyes and he compliments how pretty they are all the time. One of his favorite things to do is stare into them; he says it’s like getting lost in a stormy ocean. 

[griffintail]

I literally just had a thought-and I'm not sure which I like more. Techno brining either Phil's kid or his kid to the nether with him (probably when they're a little older) and a piglin gives them a courting gift. And they don't understand but techno goes protective. I just-the lost ones series has been so much angst lately man. You don't have to write this but at least it's a cute thought 🥰

Courting Gifts

Pairings: Parental! Technoblade x F! Reader

Warnings: None :)

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Techno had taken (Y/N) into the Nether a few times before but it was simply to cross from one portal to another. He never had a reason to interact with the life there, other than striders when he taught her how to ride one and ghasts when they were attacked by the vicious things. They never had a reason to interact with the piglins.

So, when Techno was running out of a few things and he had a few bits of gold hoarded away, he decided to trade with the piglins.

“Hey, I need to go trading but the village is too far out. So, I’m going to the Nether to trade with piglins, want to come along?” Techno asked (Y/N) as he came outside to see the young adult laying in the snow but her head on Steve.

“Sure! I’ve never seen you trade with piglins.” She got up and pet Steve before she left the bear’s side.

“I never have much of a reason to, I usually plan a village trip ahead.” He said as he went in with her behind him. “But, with the you know what Athena, I used a few more supplies than I should have.”

“Ah, right.” She nodded.

She was truly a girl of wisdom and Techno had thought the name proper for her when he formed the Syndicate with her and Phil. They both went to grab their gear for a Nether trip and Techno quizzed her before they left.

“What do we need for a Nether trip?”

“Crossbow for ghasts,” she patted the crossbow on her back, “gold as a sign of peace,” she held up her arms to show her gold bracers, “and a couple of fire resistance potions just in case. And of course, the normal armor and sword.”

“Correct.” He nodded. “I’ll deal with all the trading today, come on.”

Both father and daughter walked to and into the portal, capes flowing behind them and crowns glinting. (Y/N) walked beside Techno as he led the way to a bastion hold.

“Piglins like the good things in life,” Techno told her as he showed her the gold he had taken. “They’ll give you almost anything for a bit of gold.”

“So would you.” She joked with him and he snorted.

“You’ve been hanging out with Tommy too much.”

She grinned as she looked around as Techno went up to one of the piglin traders. Around, she took in the black stoned building with a couple of gold inlays in its stone foundations. They must like their gold even more than her father did. She supposed that’s why gold armor was a sign of peace.

Following her father around to a few traders, she quickly found out that Techno could communicate through their snorts and such while she didn’t understand it at all. She didn’t understand the bartering either though. Techno seemed to get some decent items with just one bit of gold but what seemed like nothing at all for more gold.

“How does their trading work?” She asked him as he moved onto a new trader.

“It’s mostly how greedy they are. Sometimes I can talk down their prices, sometimes I can’t.” He shrugged. “I don’t trade with the greedier ones unless I really need something.”

“How greedy were they?”

“They weren’t bad, you should see the ones that want to trade with ender pearls.”

“Would they trade with me?”

“Eh, some of them might try to trade with you to get a steal. Some of them might be kind and actually, barter with you.”

“Huh, do you mind if I sit and write some of this down?”

Techno chuckled lightly. (Y/N) loved to take notes of things she learned and documented findings she had never seen in the many books they both read.

“Ok, just stay in my sight.” He nodded.

She nodded before leaving his side to go sit on a black stone bench. Carefully putting her crown next to her, she pulled out her journal and ink before writing down what Techno had told her. As she was documenting, she saw a small hand going for her crown in the corner of her eye.

“Hey!” She grabbed the crown and pulled it to her to see a small piglin. “That’s not yours.”

The child shrunk, giving small snorts. Shit, they were adorable.

“You shouldn’t take something that isn’t yours.” She told them, putting the crown on her head before digging through her bag and finding one bit of gold. “But here.”

They perked up at the offering of gold before happily taking it. She smiled as they climbed onto the bench next to her, playing with the gold in their hands before trying to look at her journal, making snorts.

“This is my journal; I was writing down what my dad told me.” She explained even though she doubted the child could understand her. “I’m documenting things no one has ever written down.”

The piglin gave little snorts as he pressed close to her to just stare at her journal and she chuckled, tickling the feather of her quill on the child’s nose making them give a little snort of what she assumed was laughter.

“You should go find your mom or dad kiddo. I don’t want to be responsible for you.”

She supposed he understood some of her words at least because the little piglin got up and wandered over to an older piglin, tugging on their pant leg. Chuckling softly, she turned back to her journal, writing down a few notes that the piglins probably understood a bit of common language as she now kept her crown on her head, despite it being annoying that it would fall forward. As she was scribbling away, even doodling a piglin, she looked up as a shadow came into a view.

It was the older piglin that the small one had gone to and she smiled up at them.

“Hello. Can I help you?” She asked.

The piglin gave a few snorts before holding a golden bracelet to her. She tilted her head, confused.

“Uh, I’m sorry. I don’t have any more gold for that.” She said carefully, hoping the piglin would understand.

They gave a few more snorts, still holding out the bracelet.

“Um…ok?” She said confused as she stood, putting her journal away then reaching for the bracelet only for an ender pearl to shatter in between the pair.

Technoblade then stood there, towering over the piglin and giving a mix of a growl and a snort as he had a hand on his sword. The piglin shrunk before scurrying off.

“What was that?!” (Y/N) exclaimed in shock.

“We’re leaving,” Techno said as he kept his tall posture while walking back towards the entrance.

“What? What just happened?” (Y/N) asked hurriedly as she followed after her father.

“Not now, back at home.” He said stiffly.

(Y/N) was very confused but she followed after him regardless. He’d tell her once they got where they needed to be. It took till they got to their portal before he stopped, relaxing his tall stance. (Y/N) realized now was he had been making himself appear tall and intimidating as he gave an angry huff.

“The nerve…”

“What was that?” She questioned.

“A piglin custom.”

“What custom? Dad, I don’t understand. All I know is you terrified that piglin.”

Techno groaned as he took off his mask so he could run a hand down his face. He stood there for a few moments before looking at her.

“It was a courting gift.”

“A what?” She said shocked.

“Piglins give gold jewelry to women they want to court. He wanted to court you.”

All (Y/N) could think was that piglin was lucky he wasn’t dead.

“Oh. Uh. What would have happened if…you didn’t come in?”

“They would have tried to court you! I was not letting that happen.” Techno shook his head as he went towards home now, (Y/N) following behind. “I was watching you as I traded though and was trading for ender pearls when I saw him trying to give you the courting gift.”

Techno had practically shoved all of his gold at the ender pearl trader before taking the ender pearls, immediately using one to separate his daughter from the piglin. He remembered the voices screaming simultaneously, but he was acting on his own instinct as a father.

“Oh, well, thank you?” She questioned.

“Yes, you are welcome. No boys, no nothing.” Techno told her as they stepped into the house. “You’re still too young.”

“Dad, I’m almost twenty.” She joked.

“No. Boys. No, nothing.” Techno pointed at her, looking deadly serious.

“Uhh.”

“What boys?” Phil asked as he came in having seen the pair come home.

She had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

[betbeton]

✃ Middle of June

Tendou Satori × Reader

Warnings - Light Angst, Oblivious idiots in love

· Fem Reader ·

· Not Beta'd ·

· A/N - tendou my beloved ·

· Part 2 ·

・❥・ Masterlist

Legs kicking idly in the air as the gelato in your hand melted slowly dribbling down your hand coating the friendship bracelet that looped around your wrist in a sickly sweet cream. Lurching forward the cold sweet in your hand almost fell onto the ground below you. Eyebrows knitting in annoyance that was quickly squashed by the stranger that had planted their hands upon your back speaking in an all too familiar sing-song voice.

"Hey hey, you went and got ice cream without me!"

The hands retracted from your back as the lanky figure circled around the small open porch and plopped down beside you. A large hand reaching to pluck the cone from between your fingers, a matching bracelet glinting in the afternoon sun as Tendou brought the treat to his own lips tongue darting out to taste it.

"Yeah yeah yeah, gonna cry about it?"

A sly grin settled on your face as you flopped onto your back head smacking against the bottom of the sliding door frame that sat behind you two. A snicker sounding from the red head next to you as a few expletives spilled out from your lips at the slight twinge of pain. Your eyes lazily wandered over to the man next to you fond memories pricked at the back of your mind the serene atmosphere shattered as a bittersweet feeling squeezed at your heart. Hand reaching out your eyes almost glaring at the bracelet that had been settled upon it for so many years, a silent reminder of the unbreakable bond between two childhood friends. Fingers grabbing at the cloth of his shirt your voice croaked out from between your lips.

"I'm gonna miss you."

His head whipped around to fix a wide eyed gaze your way lips dotted with melted cream, his own hand reached out matching bracelet catching the sun yet again as he placed his hand over your face with a soft chuckle.

"We still have all summer to get into trouble so don't think about that right now, okay?"

His tone was light hearted, but deep down he knew it wasn't that easy to ignore. After all you two had recently graduated and had your very last meal with all your shared friends before everyone went their separate ways, that was the night he told you about his intentions to leave the country. You had shrugged it off with a wide grin wishing him luck and jokingly asked him not to get a cute partner before you had a chance to visit. As soon as you had laughed it would have shattered his heart right then and there if it hadn't been for the tears turning your eyes glossy as they crinkled with your fake smile.

Fingers releasing his shirt you grabbed his hand off your face with both hands before moving around to link the little heart magnets on your bracelets together. Eyes locking on the little charms two broken halves turned whole, a similar way you viewed you chaotic friendship. Maybe it was the face he was making at you or the fact you would never get the opportunity to confess once he moved, but you agreed with a wobbly tone and an even more unstable smile.

"Fine, lets go be menaces to society."

And like that your fate was seemingly sealed.

[dizzydancingdreamer]

The Daughter of Aphrodite | Leo Valdez

Hello Lovelies! So I was inspired by my classics class and figured hey, what better than to write about Leo Valdez to make the cravings go away? This is my first Leo fic and I decided to take up a third person perspective because it felt right. It’s really fluffy and I hope you all enjoy! Until next time, all my love!

Description: Leo and y/n have been pining after each other for too long. Her friends help her come up with a plan to get close to him, now she has to cross her fingers that her mother, Aphrodite, doesn’t step in.

Pairing: Leo Valdez x Female!Reader

Warnings: Absolutely none

Word Count: 2.7k

Tags: FLUFF

(Pics not mine but mood board is :) )

Her hands were covered in dirt, a trait most uncommon to a daughter of Aphrodite. Somehow, though, she wore it like a pair of silk evening gloves. Her hair was messy, thrown in a bun atop her head, but every strand that fell around her face seemed as though placed by the gods themselves. Even in chaos she was perfect.

Leo leaned precariously against a two by four, watching the daughters of Aphrodite and Demeter replant the gardens around camp. Well, more like the daughters of Demeter and one daughter of Aphrodite. The rest of the Aphrodite sisters were lounging in the sun, avoiding the mud. He couldn’t help but smile when one of her friends gingerly rubbed some dirt off her face. He could almost hear the girl scold her. Always getting your hands dirty, hun.

“Just talk to her already man.” 

“I have, multiple times. At least a couple times a day.” 

Jason ran a frustrated hand through his hair, watching as his friend watched the girl he loved from a distance. Everyone at the camp knew how Leo felt, everyone except her. She was every bit as pure as she was kind. Not to mention loving, gentle, and patient. She was everything he knew he needed and, even more so, everything he desperately wanted. 

“You know what I mean.”

Leo turned to his best friend, a lazy smile plastered on his face, “I know, man. I will.”

Jason only grumbled before heading off. Leo always said that. Clearly he hadn’t followed through yet. Not that it mattered. No one was exactly raring to go head to head with the boy who could light his entire body on fire. His girl would remain his girl until he could work up the courage to, well, make her his girl. Still, Jason just wanted his friend to be happy. 

Leo watched her for another moment before heading off to do what he was supposed to be doing; fixing the door for the sons of Ares. 

Across the green, musical giggles filled the spaces between the chatter. Her laughs were contagious, the Demeter girls rolling around in the plots they were supposed to be filling with hydrangeas, clutching their stomachs with red faces. The other girls, her sisters, also laughed, just a little more contained. They sipped on pink lemonade, twirling the straws in dainty fingers.

“So you’re telling me,” Arabella, a Demeter daughter with wayward curls, barely contained a chuckle, “you have never been kissed.”

Dawn, one of y/n’s sisters, chimed in with a few of her own runaway giggles, “don’t forget the best part: she’s never been kissed because every time a boy gets close, mother steps in!”

They collapsed again in another fit, filling the camp with some much needed life. She smiled sweetly, cheeks blushed like an angel, giggling right along with them. It was funny after all. She liked making her friends smile, it made her feel warm inside. 

“Is it really true? Every time a boy has gone to kiss you Aphrodite has stepped between it?’

Her voice was pure honey, slow and sugary, “oh yes. One time, right as a boy leaned in, a bolt of lightning struck the ground, right at his feet. I’m not sure what she told Zeus to get him to do it. Mother has her ways, I'm sure.”

“Well,” the giggles died down but the atmosphere remained light, “if you could kiss any boy here, without Aphrodite striking him down that is, who would it be?”

Her eyes widened a touch at the question. One boy immediately swam to her mind but she brushed it away quickly, her smile still neatly in place. She knew for a fact that he wasn’t interested in her like that so there was no reason to offer his name to the group. Regardless, though, her heart still fluttered for a certain son of Hephaestus. 

She coiled a loose strand of hair around her finger, her charm bracelet jingling gently on her wrist, “hmm, I’m not sure.”

Her sisters eyed each other cheekily before peering around the camp. When their gaze landed on precisely who they had been looking for, they giggled a collective hum. 

“How about him, hun? Would you kiss him if you could?” Daisy nodded her glass across the field.

Her eyes wandered with her sister’s gesture, past a couple of younger campers playing a game, to a boy fixing what looked like the door to the Ares cabin. Silly boys, always rough housing. That cabin had to have the window fixed just last week. Her eyes lingered on him a little longer than they should have considering she was trying to convince her sisters that she didn’t like him. Her soft lip pulled between her teeth as he ran a hand through his hair. 

Giggles erupted around her again, pulling her from her daze with heated cheeks, “Leo? He would never kiss me.”

The giggles only increased. Her eyes shifted quickly to the Ares cabin, hoping to Zeus that her group wasn’t causing too much of a scene. She wasn’t so lucky. Her eyes met Leo’s brown ones from across the lawn, her nose instantly burning. She tried to look away, she wanted to. Well, she thought she wanted to, at least, but his eyes held hers in a way that made it impossible to look anywhere else. 

She bit her lip again and he smirked, his lips pulling tight in a way that should be a crime. His skin caught the light like a gem, shining from his labour in the hot sun. When he noticed her eyes, drawing over his face and arms, his grin widened and her heart stuttered dramatically. When he winked at her and went back to work, her heart stopped. 

“Oh, hun,” Arabella’s hand swept under her chin, pulling y/n’s focus from the fire boy, “you’re clueless, aren’t you? Have your sisters taught you nothing? That boy is smitten.”

Sarah Beth, her eldest sister, huffed indulgently, a teasing smile on her rosy lips, “oh we tried, Ara, trust us we did. Sis is helpless. Blame it on mother.”

Y/n whined, the sound like one of Apollo’s harps, “what do I do? I’m cursed!”

Even in her torment she giggled, rubbing her cheek affectionately in Arabella’s palm. Arabella smiled lovingly, an idea sparking as she pulled y/n’s face back up. It was a foolproof one, too. Arabella looked at her wide eyes, watching them dart across the green to the boy she was clearly head over heels for. Yes, it needed more than anything to be foolproof.

Arabella poured a fresh glass of lemonade, taking extra care to mix enough ice with the pink liquid. She plopped a straw in it, stirring it once, twice, three times before shoving it in y/n’s perfectly polished nails. 

Her eyebrows scrunched, a cute confusion laid over her features, “I have lemonade, Bella.”

Arabella had to stop herself from rolling her eyes, “it’s not for you,” her eyes tilted to Leo, “he looks thirsty, hun. I think he wants a drink.”

“I don’t think lemonade is what he’s after,” Sara Beth didn’t look up from her own drink but her cat like grin said it all.

Her sisters had to stifle another wave of giggles as she gingerly passed the lemonade back and forth between her hands, contemplating whether or not to go to him. When she looked over at him for the hundredth time in an hour, she made up her mind. It was now or never.

She stood, much too gracefully for a girl with a heart racing a mile a minute, and took a deep breath, “please, mother, do be nice. He’s a lovely boy. I really like him.”

“Go get him, tiger,” Arabella nudged her gently towards the mechanic, a proud smile on every girl in and around the flowerbeds.

The walk across the green felt like it was never ending and much too short all at the same time. Every step that she took towards his crouched figure she debated downing the liquid herself and then running away. But no, she couldn’t. He was like a magnet, drawing her towards him with ridiculous ease. He didn’t even know he was doing it, that was the worst part. The tips of her ears felt hot, her feet stopping a few feet away from him. Oh, gods, what did she get herself into this time?

Leo’s hands stalled, a flowery scent curling around his face and clinging to his skin. He closed his eyes, breathing in as much of it as he could. That had to be what heaven smelled like, he just knew it. Like chrysanthemums and honeydew. Yes, he knew for certain. He drew another breath. Gods, he couldn’t get enough. 

“Hey, Leo,” her voice went high, her words like unintentional poetry, “whatcha working on there?” 

Why did she say that? She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. So silly, what did it look like he was doing? When she opened them Leo was looking at her, a loose grin on his lips, a glint in his chocolate eyes. Her chest squeezed fervently.

“I’ll give you one guess,” his eyes glanced to the door before landing back on her, peering at her from his seat on the ground.

She scrunched her nose at him, trying not to giggle as he stood to face her, “oh ha ha, very funny.”

Leo laughed easily, a sound less honeyed than her own but still so sweet, “that’s my job. Well, when I’m not picking up after Ares’ sons. Can you believe they split the door in half?”

She glanced up at him, her doe eyes dancing over his tanned skin and black curls, unable to fight the butterflies that bounded inside her chest. He really was something. She held the glass a touch tighter when she breathed in his motor oil and nutmeg scent. She was certain this was what Olympus smelled like, not that she’d ever been.

“Honestly yes, I can,” she met his eyes again, sucking in a small breath when they drew down her body to the drink she had yet to hand over.

His eyes flitted back to hers and darkened a touch, a knowing smirk plastered on his lips, “say, is that for me, cariño?” 

Her cheeks flamed and she knew if she lifted a hand to them they would be hot to the touch. How fitting. 

“Erm,” she stalled, pulling her lip between her teeth once more, her eyes shifted to the grass at her toes, “I thought you might like some lemonade? If not that’s ok! It was silly of me, I’m sorry, I can just-”

Leo’s hand closed around hers, pulling the glass, and by default her, closer to his heady nutmeg chest, “I’d love some, thank you.”

His voice had lost its playful edge, only the soft warmth remained. He lifted the glass to his lips, drawing her hands with his as he took the first sip. She could practically hear her sisters swoon from across the grass. Wow, she’s really doing it isn’t she? Way to go, sis! Her whole body heated this time, her neck to her toes consumed by lapping flames. It was intoxicating.

Leo took the glass from her hands and set it on the step beside him, the taste of strawberries pungent on his lips. When he glanced back at her, he ran his tongue across his lip. The light hit her in a way that was entirely ethereal, clinging to her skin in a way that defied the laws of physics. It was maddening, like standing next to one of the muses themselves. God’s when did this ever happen to someone like him?

“It’s my sister’s recipe,” she fiddled with her fingers, lost with what to do without the glass to hold onto, “I hope you like it.”

He closed the small gap between them even more, pulling her fingers into his. Her heart skyrocketed, his hand was warm and calloused. His fingers fit too perfectly into the spaces between her own. Was it normal to be this breathless?

“It was sweet,” he squeezed his hand in hers, his voice carefree but low.

He slipped his other arm around her waist, thanking the gods for wherever his courage was miraculously stemming from. She practically buzzed in his arms, her melon and flower perfume melting around him. He bit the inside of his cheek. Was it perfume, or was it just her supple skin?

“I like sweet things,” he mused, revelling in the way her eyes widened, catching his innuendo without missing a beat. 

Her mind was stuck on his hand. It was on her back, low on her spine, his fingers lightly tickling up and down. She avoided arching into his fingers. It was heavenly. He was good with his hands and it showed.

Her eyes brushed over him once more, stopping on his lips for a millisecond too long, “she makes muffins too.”

He tightened his arm around her, drawing the daughter of Aphrodite against his chest. Gods, she was soft.

“I don’t want muffins, cariño.”

Now or never, Leo. He leaned his head down, his nose brushing hers sweetly.

Please, mother, let me have this. She tilted her head up, her hands sliding up his chest. 

Leo’s lips found hers at the same time her hands circled his neck. His lips were slow, testing to see if she would kiss him back, as if it was even an option for her not to with the way the flames, his flames, were licking at her skin. How did he do it? She felt like the sun; his lips tasted like fire and recklessness. And strawberries, a bushel of them.

She took his sweet kiss, savoured it, and then slammed her lips back against his, slipping her hands into his raven locks and tugging-- hard. He moaned softly against her sweet lips, giving in to every demand her mouth challenged. How could her lips be sweeter than the lemonade? He clutched her harder against him. 

She pulled back only when her lungs demanded it, leaning her forehead against his heaving chest. She took the staggering lack of lightning as a good sign as a dizzying warmth filled her chest. He pressed his face against her hair, nuzzling against her sweetness lovingly. He had been waiting forever for that and he wasn’t about to let her go just yet.

Her fingers slid back down his chest, curling around his shirt, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to distract you, Leo.”

What? He pulled his head away from her hair, staring into her doe eyes confused. And then he laughed, a full laugh that had his whole chest shaking and hers as well, before drawing his lips back to hers. He tugged her bottom lip between his lip, his hands squeezing her hips fiercely. She’s mad, beautiful but out of her mind. Gods.

“Cariño,” his lips brushed over hers, his words mingling with her breaths, “I kissed you. And trust me, I wanted to. Believe it or not, I don’t owe anything to the Ares’ brothers. You, on the other hand, have all my time at your disposal.”

He didn’t wait for her to answer before closing his lips over hers. There was a lot of lost time he was more than ready to make up for.

Meanwhile, across the green stood Jason, Sarah Beth, and Arabella, their heads close together but their eyes glued to the Ares cabin.

“I’m taking credit for this,” Jason and Arabellas’ voices mingled, proud and in sync.

Their eyes flashed to each other, “no, I did this!”

Sara Beth just giggled lusciously, twirling the straw of her own lemonade in lazy circles.

[devinescribe]

Innocence

Niragi Suguru × Reader

So, this is something I was very excited to receive a request about!

(Yall... please, the most adorable thing I've ever been requested to write-)

I absolutely loved the idea, as it's something I go through, and a few of my friends go through, although it might be a little different. (My friends as well as I  (ooh, exposing myself) have a little space(different from a sub space. It's age regression and not at all sexual or wrong. It's totally OK to do this) , and I usually take care of them and they take care of me through it, so I get the panic attacks and drops! What this person requested is probably quite different from that, so It's not the exact same thing. Also, keep in mind, everyone expiriences panic attacks differently, I'm going off of my personal experience with them.

Warnings: past trauma, panic attacks, swearing, mentions of death, blood, let me know if I missed any!

You had been put into this world. A desolate one. It looked like your home of Tokyo, but it wasn't. There weren't  any people, and it was empty. It was like a giant prison... except bigger. In your opinion, it was a prison, and no one was around to judge you, so it was. You had been quite scared waking up, not knowing what was going on. Wandering around the new Tokyo, you felt a feeling of dread. You were alone. How you hated being alone.

At night, however, things changed. One of the advertisement boards in the middle of Tokyo lit up, pointing towards a place and the words 'way to the game arena' sprawled across it. You just followed the light up sign, and ended up at a skating rink.

Your eyes lit up at the sight. There were pretty colors, flashing lights, and popular music was playing in the background. You swayed on your heels, back and forth, unsure of what to do next before seeing a table with phones. On the same table was a sign that read 'One for each player.' What did they mean by player? You didn't know. You picked up a phone, and it turned on. The screen read something about facial recognition. You stared in awe at it, thinking it was cool. You were so immersed with the phone, you didn't notice other people come in. When you did, you were a bit intimidated. You didn't know why you were here. It dawned on you in a moment, and you started to fidget with the edge of your skirt. You saw two people who looked nicer than the rest, and decided to aproach them.

"Hi! Um... I'm sorry to bother you,  but do you know what's going on? I just woke up here..." you explained, looking at them. It was a boy and a girl. The girl had short, dark hair, and was wearing black spandex with a colorful pullover that was unzipped a bit to where you could see the black sports bra under. She was so pretty in your eyes. The boy had dark hair, his bangs falling into his face. He was wearing a t-shirt, and shorts. They looked at each other, and back to you. "It's a game," the girl said. You smiled. "A game? I like games what kind of game?" You asked. "It's not... it's not normal games. They're more difficult... and dangerous," the boy explained. You were confused. "My name is (Y/N). What's your's?" You asked. "I'm Arisu and this is Usagi," he introduced. "I like your names," you said cheerfully. The phone pinged, and you jumped slightly.

'Registration closed. 8 players. Difficulty 4 of spades. Game 'Roll Away'. All players will put on the roller skates. They can't be taken off once put on. There will be different challenges in the rink. It might be dodging something, getting chased by something, or other obstacles. Clear Condition: You can not take off the roller skates through the duration of the game. Doing that will result in immediate death. The way to win is to dodge the object or things and pass the challenges. Game start in 10 minutes' (this is the dumbest game concept I've come up with, I apologize in advance)

"Here, stick with us, and we'll try to make sure you don't get hurt, alright?" Usagi said, placing her hand on your shoulder. "Ok! Thank you Usagi-Chan! Thank you Arisu-Kun!" You chirped, bowing your head in gratitude. They smiled to eachother, one thought clear and present in their heads. They had to protect you. Something they didn't say about a lot of people, but something was different about you.

That's how they took you to the beach. At first, you were scared. You didn't know anyone there, there was people staring at you, and there were some that had weapons. Your eyes had so much to focus on, and it was so overwhelming. Your first thought was to focus on something shiny. You liked shiny things. The problem was, there was to many shiny things to focus on. The windows, guns, swords, accents on the wall, hell, everything might as well been shiny. You stayed still, sitting up as straight as you could, playing with the sleeves of the sweatshirt you had on. "So she's basically useless?" One of the people there said. You frowned at the words. "No, no, she's very capable. I think she'd do well in club games. And she doesn't require a high rank right now. Just for a her to be safe," Arisu said, protecting your from their words. "Alright. Just inform her of everything. Niragi, why don't you take her to get a wristband and to her room?" The man, who you had learned to be Hatter suggested, although he knew it was a command. Usagi gripped onto your shoulder softly. "I'll go with. Just because I feel she is my responsibility as well," Usagi said. In reality, she was worried of what he'd do to you. She didn't trust Niragi, and from the short amount of time she had known you, noticed you to be more trusting and innocent than most. You smiled widely, and looked up at Usagi. "Let's go then."

You walked in the middle of both people. Usagi, looking forward most of the time, holding your hand to guide you around, and Niragi. That's what Hatter had called him anyways. He was rather tall, longish hair with half tied back. He had piercing on his nose and brow. Shiny pieces of metal which you found yourself staring at constantly. There was a gun slung over his shoulder, which scared you. "Here we are," he said, opening the door to what you assumed to be a storage room. He handed you a bracelet. You played with the stretchy cord, stretching out and back in, being entertained by it. Usagi grabbed your hand, and gently slid it on. "Don't take it off, ok?" She said softly. You nodded. "What is she? A damn kid?" Niragi scoffed. "No. Be nice. People have different situations, and you have no right to judge," Usagi repremanded him, her tone strong. He rolled his eyes. "Ok, there's three rules at the Beach. 1, you have to wear a bathing suit, 2 all card go to Hatter, 3 death to the traitors," he said. "Mmm... death? What do you mean by that?" You asked. You knew what death was, you just wanted to make sure he wasn't threatening you. "Death means death. We catch you planning to leave, or keeping your cards, you die. Simple as that," Niragi stated. "Ah... oki! Usagi-Chan, I think I'll be ok with out you for now. Thank you!" You chirped. Usagi shook her head. "I'm not leaving you alone with him," she stated, glaring at him. You felt hands grab your waist, and pull you back. It was Niragi. For whatever reason, you felt safe. He was bigger than you, and most likely stronger, and it made you feel safe. You shrunk into him, liking the feeling. "Yeah, Usagi-Chan... Let her have fun," he mocked, sticking out his tongue. Usagi could hear the hidden meaning behind his words. But, to her surprise, you didn't. Were you that innocent? "I'll be fine. Tell Arisu-Kun thank you again for me though... You guys really helped me through that game," you smiled. Usagi nodded her head, and against her better judgement, left. "Ok, just you and me now sweetheart," Niragi sighed, leading you around. You rushed to catch up with him, and grabbed his hand. He flinched, pulling his hand away. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" He asked, scrunching his face in disgust at the contact. " 'M sorry... Didn't want to get lost. I don't like being alone," you apologized, looking down, and swinging your leg back and forth. 'Damn it... She's cute... NOnononono, backtrack, hold up, not cute. She's fucking annoying. There we go. That sounds better. Not at all cute. Annoying.' He sighed, remembering the way Usagi had spoken to you, "It's fine. Just don't go doing that, ok?"  You nodded excitedly, walking besides him.

"Ok, and this room is the one Hatter told me to take you to. The two people you were with live on the next floor up. No I don't know what room, neither do I care. They'll tell you, most likely. Bye," he said after leading you to your room door. "Niragi... thank you!" You said, smiling. "What?" He questioned, turning around to face you. "Thank you. Really, I would have gotten lost without you. I hope to see you soon!" You repeated, skipping into your room. He stared at the spot you just stood in, in shock. 'She's odd. But interesting. Is her innocence an act? Or is she just like that?' He thought as he walked off. You hadn't made any sort of shy or disgusted expressions when he talked to you. Especially when he used more risqué remarks. You just smiled or laughed as if you didn't understand the meaning behind his words. You were definitely interesting to say the least.

"We're really sorry we couldn't find another one for you... It's just the rules here, ok?" Arisu apologized. They had to find a swimsuit for you to wear, and they had found a white one. It wasn't horrible, just showed a lot. "You're allowed to wear a cover up though. Or like a sweater," Usage suggested. You nodded, rushing to the bathroom where you had changed. You grabbed the fluffy zip up hoodie you had on before you changed. You slipped it on over your body, and smiled. "Much better," you chirped. They laughed slightly. Arisu couldn't help but feel warm and fuzzy when you were around. Not in a romantic way, but more in a protective way. He didn't want anyone to harm you. Usagi felt the same. "Can I go walk around?" You asked, playing with your hair. They nodded. " You don't have to ask for permission. You can do what you want," Usagi said. You nodded, saying goodbye, and leaving the room.

You hummed as you walked around, looking at all the people walking around. You nodded your head to whatever rythym was going on in your head. There were so many things to focus on, it felt like your head was going to explode. You shut your eyes for a bit and kept walking. Bad idea.

"Oi, you damn brat! Watch where you're going!" Someone shouted at you. You had bumped into them, falling to the ground. " 'M sorry! Didn't mean to!" You squeaked out. You heard them laugh, and you opened your eyes. "Whatever. And stop talking like that. What are you? A ba-" they were cut off by a snicker. "Really? You have the right to say that?" You recognized the voice from earlier. It was Niragi. You looked up to see Niragi pointing his gun at the people bothering you. "What? She talks like a fucking baby. And acts like one. Is she your little play thing?" The person taunted. Niragi scowled. "I'm only letting you go right now because Aguni doesn't let us kill in front of others. Be glad I'm letting you off right now," Niragi threatened. They all rushed away, seeing as their bravery was only for show. Niragi looked down to you on the floor. "You good?" He asked. You nodded, getting yourself off the floor. "Thank you once again, Niragi," you said, your attention on the floor. He couldn't help but notice your nature. You were innocent, childish, and playful. So different from all the other girls here. It was annoying, but also... cute. He was so lost in thought, he almost didn't feel you standing next to him and grabbing his arm. "What are you doing? We talked about this," he stated, trying to pull his arm away, watching as you nuzzled into him. "You're warm... and I like this feeling... I don't know what it is, but it's nice," you muttered. He pulled you around, back to his room, ignoring the stares he was getting.

He opened the door, and walked in, shutting it behind you two. "Where are we?" You asked, looking up at him. "Guess," were his only words. You basically beamed up at him. "Ooh, like a game! Umm... I don't know... tell me?" You chirped, placing a finger on your lip. He sighed, basically throwing himself on his bed. "You're annoying, you know that right?" He said. You frowned, twiddling your fingers. "Don't get offended by that. I have questions I want answered, come here," he stated, the commanding tone in his voice obvious. You stood straighter, and walked over by him. He looked up st you, confused. "Sit,'' was the only word that left his lips. You did so, sitting up straight. "So... is this an act? Your whole innocence thing?" He questioned, motioning to you. You tilted your head in confusion. "No? It's just... me," you responded. He hummed to acknowledge he heard you. Your hands kept looking for something to do, and you impulsively put one of your hands on his head. He moved away, grabbing your wrists, putting them to your body. "Hands to yourself princess," he said, a bored tone present. You shook your head, your hair swaying and bouncing with you. He laughed at the sight as you pouted. "Don't wanna. I like the feeling I get when I touch you or when you touch me," you said, your fingers being able to lightly touch his hand. "What feeling?" He asked. "I don't know what it's called... I just like it," you responded. "Well explain it," he said. "Mm... I feel really warm and protected. And... safe..." you responded, feeling his hands leave your wrists. After feeling his hands leave your wrist, you looked up at him. You crawled next to him squirming from happiness. "Oi, stop it," he scolded, grabbing your shoulders to keep you still. You pouted, looking up at him. "Then can I pet you?" You asked. "What am I? A damn dog?" He spat. "I like dogs. Dogs are cute. You're cute. But you're not a dog. Good boys deserve pets. You're a good boy, so... you deserve pets," you rambled, patting the top of his head softly. He look at you as you did so. He dropped back onto his bed. "I'm tired, so I'm going to sleep before tonight's patrol. Don't kill me," he yawned, closing his eyes, falling asleep almost immediately.

When he woke up, he heard humming. He opened his eyes slowly, and saw you curled up on the end of his bed, humming. "Hello?" He questioned. You turned so fast, he swears you gave yourself whiplash. "Niragi you're up!" You chirped. He sighed. 'Who gave her the right to be so damn cute... this isn't fair on me right now.' He nodded, and got up. He looked into the mirror on the dresser, noticing his hair was tied back. He went to take it out, but soon saw it was braided. "Did you... braid my hair?" He questioned. Now, he wasn't mad, and he didn't hate it. He just wanted to know why. "Yeah. Sorry," you said, looking down. "I- forget it. Why?" He asked. Your eyes lost their spark for a second. "um... uh... I... I just wanted to," you said shakily. "Tell me why. I can see through that lie," he stated, taking his hair out of the braid. "Umm... I... I don't think you'd care, it's nothing," you deflected. "Look, if I'm asking, it means I want to know. So say it," he said, turning to face you. "Ok... I was just alone in my thoughts, and I decided to braid your hair. It made me feel less... anxious. My sister used to always ask for me to braid her hair. So she could look just like our mom... and she did look just like out mom," you explained, tears filling your eyes.

You didn't like talking about your sister because of what had happened to her. Your mother had died when you were 9, your sister was just a baby. She looked exactly like your mom. And due to circumstances, you were never able to be a kid. You had to be an adult at a young age. You never got to be childish. So, you did it more when you grew up. Your sister... Your sister didn't really care all that much. She acted like a kid, and got to be a kid. You made sure of it. Some things just couldn't be helped though. She had died after a car accident. You all went to get some groceries. It had been a great night, and you three had gotten ice cream. On the way back, a drunk driver had hit the car. Your father lived and yourself lived, but he blamed himself for it. He tried, he really really tried to be a good father to you, but it wasn't enough. Somehow, you could never seem to win.

"I'm sorry, I don't really like talking about her, can I talk about something else?" you said, quickly wiping the tears away. He could tell you didn't want to talk about. It made him want know more, but for whatever reason, he left it. "My patrol starts I'm a few minutes. So you'll have to find someone else to bother," he said, fixing his hair again. "But I don't wanna go around anyone else. Wanna be around you," you pouted, walking to his side. He stared down in shock. No one has ever wanted to around him out of their own free will. "Look, just... go to your room, and if I remember to go, I'll go and visit for a bit."

That's how it started. You would constantly be around him, rambling about your newest topic. He didn't respond a lot, just listened, throwing the occasional sigh of you being annoying. It didn't bother you anymore, because something told you if he actually found you annoying, you wouldn't be alive right now.

"Hey hey hey (N/N)!" Kuina greeted with a smile. "Kuina! You're back!" You giggled, running over. She hugged you, spinning you around. "How's my favorite human?" She asked, setting you down. "I'm ok... How was your game?" You asked, walking around with her. She led you down to where all the cars came in. "Hatter put me in charge of checking to make sure no one keeps their cards today. Help me out?" She asked as soon as you got there. You nodded, and stood by her.

All was fine, till one of the last groups came in, speeding. You watched nervously, hoping nothing bad happened. You felt the world around you move in slowmotion, and the air in your lungs get shorter everytime you breathed. You heard the tires screech, and Kuina's voice was somewhere in the background. You felt like you couldn't breath, you felt the cold stone wall behind you and you slid down it. Tears rolled down your face, and you scratched at your arms unknowingly. You felt people trying to touch you, and you kicked or hit them away.

"Someone get help! Arisu, Usagi!" Kuina yelled at them. They had come outside, hearing a commotion. They tried to touch you, or get closer, but you wouldn't let them. Blood came out of the scratches you had made on yourself. "Who else can help her?! Think quick, please!" Arisu panicked. You were crying and scratching at yourself. They could hear you muttering 'no' and 'can't lose them again' over and over under your breath. Anytime someone tried to get close to you, you would kick or hit them. "Get Niragi," Usagi said. "What no I'm not going to-" Kuina started to argue. "Do you have any other ideas?! Go get Niragi before she hurts herself more! Now!" Usagi shouted. The panicky feeling was in everyone. Kuina quickly looked over at you, and nodded. This wasn't about who she did and didn't like. It was about making sure you were ok. Kuina ran off, going to look for Niragi. "Usagi, you go look for him as well. You're faster than me, I'll kept on eye on her," Arisu said. Usagi nodded, running off.

You were still crying, your nails tearing into your skin, crescent marks left behind, and trails of crimson dripping down. People were still trying to help, but we're crowded all around you. You couldn't breath, air couldn't get into your lungs. The people all around you looked like they were closing in around you. A flashback of the moment the other car hit you flooded your brain. Your sister's cut off scream. Her blood soaked shirt, the pieces of glass embedded into her skin. The pain you felt when you called out for her, but she didn't answer.

"Chishiya! Chishiya! Have you seen Niragi?" Kuina yelled after the short boy. He turned around. "Why would I care ab-" Chishiya started. "Chishiya, not now. It's (Y/N). Please, just- do you know or not?" Kuina interrupted, taking in shaky breaths. He shook his head. "Last Boss might know he's over there. If not Aguni," Chishiya said. Kuina nodded, running over to the aforementioned man.

Eventually, she found him on the roof. 'He's always on the damn roof' Kuina thought. "Niragi! Don't ask questions, just come with me!" Kuina yelled at him. He turned with a face that read 'no'. "Why should I-" he started. "It's (Y/N), please just- she- come with me," Kuina stumbled over her words. It had been at least 6 minutes. He tried not to show any emotion, but looked around and nodded. He walked quickly besides her as they made their way back.

"Found him!" Kuina shouted. Arisu turned to them and nodded. "Just go over to her," Arisu said. Niragi walked over, and everyone around you, immediately parted. "Go away," he threatened. Everyone left, and he was able to see what was happening. Your previously white swimsuit was now stained with red. Your arms were marked up with scratches and crescent shaped wounds. "Hey, (Y/N), it's me... calm down... breath," he whispered, so only you could hear. He kneeled in front of you, and got gradually closer. You didn't push him away, nor did you pit up a fight against him. The feeling of being safe and protected that you only got around Niragi appeared. The warm feeling spread over you, making you calm down a bit. You were able to breath a bit now, and you whimpered about something he didn't quite hear. Arisu and Kuina sighed in relief, seeing as he was able to get close to you. He grabbed your hands, taking them away from your arms. You took a shaky breath. "N-niragi?" You questioned. "Mhm... just calm down for now," he said. Arisu and Kuina looked at eachother and nodded, deciding to leave. Niragi had it under control.

You grabbed onto Niragi, and held onto him tightly. He heard you sniffle and say an apology into his neck. "Don't apologize for that. Are you ok-ish now?" He asked. He felt you nod. "Ok, well, we need to clean you up. And you can tell me what happened later, ok?"

He had carried you up to his room, cleaning up the blood on your body. "Sorry... I'm sorry," you apologized again, as he bandaged up your arms. "Stop apologizing, it's pissing me off," he stated. You frowned with a shaky sigh. "I... I didn't mean that. I'm sorry," he apologized, sitting besides you. You snuggled up into him. He was going to scold you, but decided against it, seeing as he rather liked the feeling. He always had. "Niragi... you forgot to do something," you muttered. "And what's that princess?" He asked. "Kiss it better?" You asked, looking at him with the puppy dog eyes. He felt his face get hot, and cursed himself. He rolled his eyes giving in, "Fine." You gave him your arm, and he kissed over the bandages. You giggled slightly. "Tickles," you laughed. He couldn't help but laugh. You smiled, "Niragi... Can I help you feel better?" You asked. "What? I'm not hurt though," he said, confused by your words. "Ok, fine... maybe it's not to make you feel better... just wanna give you a kiss. I really really really like you," you admitted, blushing slightly. He froze up for a second, before smirking. "Go ahead then. I really really really really like you too."

So... how was that? Um...bi may have gone overboard, but I am all for soft Niragi hours even if he's OOC, it's called 'I'm sad, he's my comfort character.' Umm... yeah... cool!

[hwauas]

🕊️: "the lost prince" (5)

park seonghwa (박성화) - 2,664 words

     the woman who stole your boyfriend's childhood, who lied to him during all his life; this woman was here. in front of you. and you felt the anger growing up inside of you. no other feelings remained, only the anger. you wanted her to pay for what she's done.

but were you ready to face the future..?

     “miss/mister? is she the one who pretended to be his mom?”

a policeman asked. you had to think about what to do, and quickly.

     you were thinking about Seonghwa's pain to be far from his family totally unknown to him, and Seonghwa's real parents waiting for their child. there were a lot more behind choosing to tell them the truth. could you really be selfish? could you really take away someone's child for ever because you don't wanna lose him?

     “it's me.. or them..”

you whispered as you were looking at the woman through the window.

     “sorry, what..?”

     you weren't moving. your eyes were glued on this woman. only two tears rolling down your cheeks were moving.

“it's... it's her...”

     you couldn't do that to Seonghwa. you couldn't prevent him from knowing the truth. it was a part of him. and you would always put him first, before yourself.

     you looked down as soon as you told them the truth about this woman. you didn't want to stay here any longer. you didn't want to see her any longer. it was her fault. everything was because of her. and no one else.

     “thank you, miss/mister.”

they kindly mentionned you the door to leave the room, which you did. you had nothing to do here anymore.

“we'll question her. and if the whole situation is moving.. we'll be seeing your boyfriend immediately.”

you thanked them, and left.

     once you were out of the police station, on your own, you felt how weak you were. this whole situation, you couldn't control it. nothing about it. and you were powerless to your boyfriend's wounds. you didn't know how to heal them. you've been learnt how to love someone, not how to heal someone's deep wounds. and even though you were giving Seonghwa back his family, that was the upper and visible part of the iceberg.

     your tears were flowing down your cheeks. you couldn't control them. even that, you couldn't control it. it was the same as being overwhelmed by everything, and anything.

the anger left for a distress to come. and it was even worse.

     you started to walk. you seemed to be someone walking around aimlessly. a wandering person. but in fact, you were heading to your home. you knew so well how to go there that you weren't paying attention to your surroundings. your head was full of questions.

even though you knew you did the best for Seonghwa, it was hurting you. the future was the main reason of this pain.

     once you reached your place, your mom rushed to you and showered you with questions. there were so many, and she was throwing them at you without letting you the opportunity to answer.

you could understand she was the type to be very curious and sometimes intrusive. but it was too much for you at this moment. you couldn't handle more. it was impossible.

     “mom please... stop.”

you tried to hold back the tears forming in your eyes. crying in front of her was the last thing you wanted.

“i came to take some clothes for Seonghwa, and then i'll be back by his side. he wants me to stay with him during the night.

     “i see you won't answer my questions.”

despite her certainty, she was following you.

     “it's not that simple mom.. i'm sorry if i seem... i don't know, overwhelmed? but i actually am overwhelmed. i don't control anything, i don't know nothing more. i don't know if he's this lost prince or not. i don't know what our relationship will be if he's the prince. i don't know how to help him. i don't know how to soothe his pain. i don't know nothing. the only thing i know is that.. they arrested this woman who pretended to be his mother. but if it's that simple, there wouldn't be this much lost child in our world.”

     your mom stopped you and simply hugged you. she knew you perfectly. she knew how devoted you were to people you truly loved. but she hated to see you overwhelmed by problems and questions.

“baby... you're not alone in this. you're not alone in this fight. and you don't have to handle all the things. we're here, you can count on us.”

     you wrapped your arms around her waist, and slowly became calmer. it was soothing you to hear someone you trust with your whole soul saying you weren't alone on this.

     when you both pulled away from the hug, you finished to pack up clothes for Seonghwa. you needed to see him again. you wished he would have the same reassuring words to you. you wished he would have the right words for you to worry less about the future.

your mom helped you preparing everything for Seonghwa: clothes, personal stuffs to give him a kind of comfort in his white room, and she even gave you two pieces of cake she made — she knew Seonghwa loved her cakes, she didn't hesitate before giving them to you.

     you left a little bit later than expected. in fact, you accepted to stay a little bit longer at home to spend some time with your mom. you both talked as if you were friends: you talked about few things that happened to you both in the past, remembering funny moments, and you lauged about few anecdotes. it lighted up your mood, you had to admit.

even though you left a little bit later, you knew Seonghwa wouldn't be mad at you, and would understand. even though his "mom" wasn't his mom, he was the type of person to give a lot of importance to family.

     once you got there, to the hospital, yesterday's nurse was there, in the corridor of your boyfriend's room.

     “Seonghwa is doing a lot better. it didn't have a huge impact on him. that's a great thing. did you get any information about his family?”

she nicely asked to you. you could tell by her eyes she was really worried about this whole situation.

     “i'm glad it didn't..”

you sighed in relief.

“yeah, i have more informations. and policemen have the same lead as me. i wish it was a coincidence. but i don't think so. we wouldn't think about it if we hadn't any good reasons.”

     “and you, how do you feel about it?”

     her question touched you. even though some may think it was her job, not all the nurses would have done the same as her. not every nurse would have paid this much attention to a patient's problems and to a random person's problems.

“honestly... things are really hard for me. and i feel like i'm getting overwhelmed by.. everything.”

     “do you.. want to talk about it?”

     you kindly smiled to her.

“thank you so much...”

     you followed her in the same room as yesterday, when you talked to Seonghwa's "mom" and learnt about her lie. you sat on a chair with the nurse. her smile was very reassuring.

    “yesterday, the woman i talked with called Seonghwa 'the lost prince'. i think it's enough to explain the whole thing. and i'm getting nervous because.. i'm scared... what will happen to us if he is the prince. i don't wanna lose him. but our worlds will be so different.”

    the nurse first stayed quiet. she was right besides you. her eyes were scanning your face. and she noticed you were more than scared and nervous. your whole being was so in love with him and, as a consequence, was more than scared.

“i don't like it when i can't control things. and right now, i control nothing. absolutely nothing. i'm going through the unknown.”

     “you both are going through the unknown.”

she softly wrapped a hand around yours. her hold on your hands was showing off how comforting she was.

“you are both into a relationship, right? talk to him about that. you'll figure out things are not that uncontrollable. and you may have surprises.”

     you looked straight into her eyes. slowly but surely, you started to smile.

“thank you so much. i'll surely talk to him.”

you smiled to her. when she let go of your hands, you picked up the bag once again, and stood up.

     “if any of you needs something, call for a nurse. i'll come.”

     you nodded and respectfully thanked her. you walked out the room with her, and went to your boyfriend's room. he immediately greeted you with a bright smile and sparkling eyes.

     “y/n!”

     you giggled at his cute behaviour, again, and kissed his forehead.

     “you're adorable, baby.~”

you sat right next to him on the bed, and put the bag on a chair.

“i got you some clothes, some other things so you feel a little bit more at home in your room, aaaaand...”

you took out the two pieces of cake into foil.

“my mom gave me two pieces of cake for you. a cake she made.~”

     “Choi family is really the best family.”

he took a piece of cake and started to eat it. all you could see on his face was joy. even though he was going through a lot, little things were enough to brighten up his mood. and seeing him being easily joyful was enough to brighten up your own mood.

     “Hwa, i'm sorry for what i've said earlier. i understand you don't wanna think about yourself as the lost price or something. i understand you don't wanna make assumptions.”

you softly started to rub his scalp. his hair was really soft.

     with cheeks full of the cake, he shook his head as a no.

“no baby. it's okay. i shoud have listened to you, too.”

     “we're not mad at each other, then?”

     “we're not.”

Seonghwa had a pretty smile on his face. you leaned over and slowly wiped away a piece of cake on the corner of his lips.

     when your boyfriend was done eating, you took the second slice and put it down on his bedside table, next to some personal stuffs: there were a picture of you both together in a frame, a little bracelet he never left since his childhood, and a ring he was always wearing. it wasn't too much, but enough to make him feel better in this room.

     you were still on the bed, next to him. but after looking at you oh so lovingly, he opened his arms to ask for a hug. and you didn't waist time before snuggling up into him.

     “how was it.. there?”

Seonghwa asked, looking at your face. but you, your head on his chest, you were looking down to your feet.

     “there? where?”

     “at the police station, silly. was she.. there?”

     there you were. the moment. you didn't think it would come this fast. but there you were. in front of him. and he was asking you about her, about what happened. you hoped this would have come later. you hoped you'd have more time to think about what you should and what you shouldn't tell him.

     “she was..”

you sighed out. you tensed up in his arms: you only hoped he didn't feel it.

     “thank god you recognised her, she'll be arrested!”

he tightened his hold around you. luckily, it seemed like he didn't notice your reaction.

     “you're happy about that?”

     “of course i am. she took me away from my family all my life! she lied to me! she looked straight into my eyes and called me son when i wasn't..”

     “do you wanna.. find your real family? no matter what it involves..?”

you were worried about his answer. but more like about what his answer would mean.

     “of course i do. i wanna meet my real parents. the one who gave me birth. the mom who breastfed me. the dad who woke up in the night when i was doing a nightmare. and i wanna thank the real ones who brought me to the world.“

he tightened a little his grip around you.

“i wanna meet them with you. i want them to meet the person i love.”

     you bit your lower lip. you were happy he told you that. that was a proof he won't let anybody break you both apart.

“is that what you want?”

     “yeah. i wanna meet them. and i wanna get to know them with you. i wanna tell them 'look! it's the person my heart had chosen! i believe she's/he's the good one for me.' and then, i'll be the happiest.”

     “i shouldn't have hesitate...”

you sat up in the bed, pushing you hair back. you were realising how stupid you were for doubting about him and his feelings. of course he wouldn't let anyone break you both apart. he waited for you for so long. he always showed you how much he loved you in the past. each time he had the chance, he did it.

     “hesitate?”

     “yeah.. honestly, when i was in front of her.. thinking about her calling you fleur-de-lis.. i was scared. i thought about.. lying to them. i thought about telling them she wasn't the woman they were looking for.”

you were playing with your fingers, feeling nervous again. as if you were in front of this window; as if you were in front of her.

     “you what..?”

you could hear Seonghwa was curious and almost disappointed in you.

     “i was scared.. i was scared i couldn't control the situation anymore. i was scared about the future. i'm not the only one thinking you're the lost prince. policemen also think you are the lost prince. and admitting that.. i'm scared of the truth, Seonghwa. if you are the prince, our worlds will be so different. i was scared this title would take you away from me. and i'm still scared.”

you started to cry. you couldn't stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks.

“but then.. i thought about you. i thought about your desire to know your parents. i can't take you away from the truth. and i can't let a broken family wait for their son for ever because i was too selfish..”

Seonghwa wrapped his arms around your shoulders. he softly hugged you.

“so despite everything it involves.. i said the truth..”

     Seonghwa stayed there. he didn't say anything. he was just holding you tightly — tighter than ever — to try and call you down. he wiped away each tears as they came. and he often kissed your forehead.

     this hug was showing how thankful he was you told the truth, but also was a proof he won't never let you go. it was enough to make you feel warm in the inside.

     “i love you, y/n..”

you sniffed multiple times, and looked up to Seonghwa.

     “i love you too..”

you pecked his lips twice, a little smile. after a day full of emotions, you felt warmer.

     as you were enjoying a moment with Seonghwa, and playing with him by rubbing your noses together, squishing his cheeks or trying to tickle him, you both heard some knocks on the door. you stopped, and sat properly before Seonghwa answered. the nurse you talked to opened the door.

     “i'm sorry to disturb you, teenagers.~ a woman is here, and want to talk to you. espacially you, Seonghwa. can i let her in?”

the nurse asked softly for Seonghwa's permission, and mentionned the lady to come in when he agreed.

     a lady came in. she was stunning, and wearing pretty well the wrinkles on few spots of her face. her brown hair was falling gracefully on her shoulders.

     but who was she?

[angelsfalling16]

Hiii I love your writing and I'm in LOVE with 5 Times it Doesn't Mean Anything and 1 Time it Does. Thank you for blessing us with that masterpiece. Do you think you could do 9 and 22 for the cliché tropes and prompts? Thank you in advance :)

Hello! I am so glad you like that fic, and I hope you like this one!! :) So, I thought that it might be fun to combine these prompts into one fic, so I hope that’s okay, Nonnie. Also, it’s a little over 2k (might’ve gotten a little carried away...) so I’m putting it under a cut.

9. There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling

22. You’re my new bodyguard and you’re cute.

***

No one ever comes to Simon's door except for his friends, so when he opens it to find a complete stranger, it comes as a bit of shock.

The man is standing there with his arms behind his back in dress pants and a button up shirt. It looks like what might be considered business casual, but there doesn't seem to be anything casual about the guy.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Is that how you always answer the door?” the guy asks, quirking a perfectly groomed brow.

“No, but you shouldn’t even be able to get in through the gates. So, again, I ask, who the hell are you?”

“Your bodyguard.”

“I don’t need a bodyguard.”

“My employer thinks otherwise.”

“If my father thinks I need protection, why wouldn’t he tell me? How do I know that you’re not just some random guy pretending to be a bodyguard so that you can get close enough to kill me?"

"I am certain that there are much easier ways to kill you. Besides—.”

“Forget it,” Simon interrupts him, not really interested in what he has to say. "Come inside."

He turns and leads Baz through the entryway and into the kitchen where he was just about to eat the scones he baked. Simon doesn’t look at him as he spreads a mound of butter on one, closing his eyes as he takes the first bite.

He finishes that one off and eats two more before he says anything more.

“What is your name?”

“Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch at your service.”

Simon wrinkles his nose.

“What kind of a name is that? Sounds made up."

“It's my name, and I have the birth certificate to prove. If it makes you more comfortable, you may call me Baz if you would like.”

“Not necessary. I am going to call my father and have him ask you to leave. That would make me more comfortable."

“He thought you might say something like that, so he asked me to give you this letter," he says, pulling it from his back pocket.

“Of course, he did because he can’t be bothered to call his own son.”

Simon takes the letter but doesn't read it. It won't change anything, so it looks like he is stuck with this complete stranger following him around.

He spends an hour wandering around his house, straightening things and killing time. 

“Are you planning on putting a shirt on any time soon?” Baz asks at one point, and Simon turns to him, surprised at his sudden outburst.

“I’m good. I run hot, so this is more comfortable.”

Baz frowns, but there's something underneath it. Discomfort but also something else that Simon can't quite figure out.

“Why? Do you not like what you see?”

“That is not my job. I am only here to keep you safe.”

“Ugh. You are no fun.”

“That is not my job either.”

Simon groans. “Whatever. I’m going out to meet up with a friend soon. You can stay here. Make yourself at home. I will be sure to tell my father that you were a most unpleasant bodyguard but did your job.”

“I cannot leave your side.”

“My father will never know.”

“I would. And what if something were to happen to you?”

“Nothing has happened to me yet. My father is just being paranoid because he likes to have dealings with bad people.”

“Still, I must stay with you wherever you go.” 

Simon sighs. Are all bodyguards like this? Annoying and insistent on saving people’s lives? Why would anyone want to go into business to do something like that?

“Fine, you can come. But you have to give me space. I don’t need my friends thinking that I have a babysitter.”

***

Simon spends the day trying to ditch him, but Baz is very good at what he does. At least he's nice to look at.

Simon meets up with Agatha late in the afternoon in front of a little sandwich shop that they like to frequent. Her blond hair is pulled back into a high ponytail, a few strands hanging loose to frame her face alongside her bangs, and she’s got pink streaks in it today.

She’s got on her combat boots, bringing her almost eyelevel with Simon. It’s paired with black skinny jeans and a white top.

The only jewelry she has adorned herself with today is a bracelet that Simon made her with purple, white, grey, and black thread back in junior high when everyone was learning how to make friendship bracelets. The thread has begun to fray, and she could afford to buy something better, but she still insists on wearing it every day.

They hug as soon as she sees Simon, and she whispers in his ear, “Who’s your stalker?”

“Just some loser I can’t seem to shake. My father sent him.”

“Gross,” she says with a grimace, pulling back but keeping her hands on Simon’s arms. “Want me to help you get away from him?”

“I already tried. It didn’t work.”

“I have a few tricks we could try. Her look is mischievous, and this is exactly why they have been friends since childhood.

Simon considers it for a moment before shaking his head. “It’s not worth it. He’s already practically holding my hand like I'm a child."

“At least he’s good looking.”

“Shut up,” he hisses, nudging her with his elbow. “But yeah, you’re right. If he wasn’t working for my father, I might try to seduce him.”

“Okay, that’s disgusting. I’m done with this conversation. Let’s go get lunch.”

“Great idea. I’m starved.”

***

Fortunately, Baz grabs his own table when they get lunch, and now that Simon is with a friend, he gives him a bit more space, but not enough that it isn’t obvious that he’s following them. He follows them the rest of the day, and they part ways when Agatha says she has plans to meet a friend for dinner.

Simon would usually go home at this point, but just to irritate Baz, he decides to spend the night in a club dancing with strangers and pretending like Baz’s eyes on him for an entirely different reason.

When he’s finally grown bored and a little too tipsy, he stumbles his way over to where Baz has been leering at him.

“You should stop staring at me or people might get the wrong idea, you know.”

“And what idea might that be? 

“That you’re interested in me.”

“Maybe that’s my cover." He smirks, and Simon is even more aware of just how attractive he is. "Are you ready to go?”

“Yep. I’m heading straight there, so you can go home now.”

“I won’t be going home. My job is to stick with you day and night.”

“So, you’re moving in with me. Cool. You could have at least bought me dinner first.”

“I will buy you dinner on the way home if we can leave now.”

“Sure. But we aren’t going home.”

“What else could possibly be open this late?”

“A hotel.”

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head. Your partner hasn’t got anything to be worried about.”

“I’m not seeing anyone.” Good to know, Simon thinks. “You still haven’t told me why we’re going to a hotel.”

“I’m too drunk to get home, and there’s a nice hotel down the street.”

“I could drive you home.”

“No, thank you. I have to be somewhere early tomorrow morning anyway, so this will be easier.” 

Baz sighs. He’s been doing that a lot since meeting Simon this morning.

“Alright, but I’m still driving.”

***

The hotel has only one vacancy, and of course, that room only has one bed. It doesn’t bother Simon too much, but Baz is obviously discomfited by it.

“We can share the bed,” Simon suggests. "It’s plenty big.”

“I’ll just stand guard. I’m not tired.”

“You’ve been chasing me around all day. Of course, you're tired. You need some sleep if you plan to do it all over again tomorrow. Now, shut up and get over here.”

“Your father will fire me if he sees us like that.”

“My father never comes around to check on me. Isn’t that why you’re here?”

“What will your girlfriend think?”

“What girlfriend?”

“The blond you spent half the day with.”

Does Simon detect a hint of jealousy? Surely not.

“She is just a friend, and I doubt she would mind. Now, get over here.”

He purses his lips then sighs. “Fine. Let me go change.”

***

Simon sniggers when he sees Baz's pajamas. They’re dark green and silk, the most proper pajamas he’s ever seen. He didn’t think people actually wore those kinds of things.

Baz glares at him, pressing his lips into a tight line.

“Nice pajamas,” Simon finally manages to say through a laugh.

"Is that what you're wearing?" Baz asks, taking in Simon’s boxers and t-shirt.

Simon shrugs. “You didn't seem to like it when I wasn't wearing a shirt, and we don’t all keep a change of clothes in our car.”

Baz doesn’t make any more comments after that, silently climbing into the bed and scooting as close to the edge as possible. Simon does the same, and it isn’t long before he falls asleep.

***

When Simon’s alarm goes off in the morning, he groans and pulls the blanket up over his head. He doesn’t want to get up. His head hurts, and the sun is far too bright. Maybe he’ll stay in bed all day.

He’s about to reach over and turn off the alarm when something shifts against him, or rather around him.

He pries his eyes open and comes face-to-face with Baz’s silver-grey eyes. It takes him a moment to realize that he and Baz are wrapped up together, their arms holding each other and their legs entangled.

It takes another moment for Baz to jerk away, nearly falling out of the bed in his attempt to get away.

Baz clears his throat, his cheeks heating up as he stares down at the bed. "My apologies, sir."

"Sir?" Simon asks, a little taken aback by the formality.

"This was highly unprofessional of me. I promise it will not happen again."

"Oh, shut it would you?" Simon says, rubbing a hand over his face.

"I'm sorry?"

"I don't care how professional you act. You're hot and in bed with me and all I could think about last night was kissing you. I'm not in the least bit bothered by a bit of cuddling."

"I see. So, is this what you do with all your bodyguards?"

"No, you're my first."

Baz's eyes widen just a fraction and Simon feels his face warm. That isn't quite what he meant.

"Bodyguard I mean. You're my first bodyguard."

"Great and I'm doing a rather shit job of it, aren’t I?"

"I wouldn't say that. My body feels pretty safe right now, but you know what would make it feel even better?"

"What?"

"You," Simon whispers then he grabs a fistful of Baz's silky pajama shit and yanks him back down on the bed.

Baz grunts as he half lands on top of Simon and he pushes himself up on an elbow so that his face is hovering above Simon's.

"Can I kiss you?" It surprises them both when Baz is the one who asks this.

"Yes," Simon breathes.

Baz leans down and captures Simon’s lips in a desperate kiss that has Simon groaning involuntarily. Simon pulls on Baz and shifts his legs so that Baz is now fully lying on top of him his legs resting between Simon's.

Simon starts rubbing Baz’s stomach, and his fingers slip between the buttons of Baz’s shirt sliding over his soft skin.

“Wait,” Bad says, jerking away from him. “I thought you had somewhere to be this morning.”

“I can cancel.”

“I will need to speak to your father, tell him that I can’t keep being your bodyguard.”

"Could we please not talk about my father when we're in bed together? Or ever?"

"But he has to know that I can't work for him. It would be a conflict of interest."

Simon groans. "Seriously. You're ruining this moment."

"Fine. We'll talk about it later."

"We'll see about that," Simon says with a grin. Then he kisses Baz again before he can say anything else.