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[yourheart-inmyhands]

Hello friend!

Would it be alright if I request some angst content with the Archons + Neuvi + Arlecchino where the darling is injured to a lethal extent, where they are hanging by a thread (your choice if it was self-given or otherwise).

Maybe some of them took darling's company and time for granted so having them be so close to gone is like a wake up call to them, and they become 10x more overbearing, and perhaps a little loving? Thank you!!!

🍌anon

Hi thank you so much for the request! Unfortunately I don't really do more than 3-4 characters in one post anymore so I did half the characters you asked for, but you are 100% free to send in another request for the others <3 I hope you enjoy :D

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including mentions of violence, mentions of delusional behavior, mentions of reader being sick, hurt, and otherwise injured, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk.

Arlecchino:

Arlecchino might be a bit cold and standoffish, but she was never a cruel lover. She just didn’t trust herself to get any closer to you than she was. She’d sleep in the same bed as you at night, buy you gifts, and eat meals with you, but affection was a difficult thing to get from her. Arlecchino has feared being close to someone not because she doesn’t want to be loved, but because she doesn’t want to experience any more loss in her life.

She thought that by keeping you at arm’s length she could protect you, but in fact, she had been wrong. Sitting by your bedside, ears blocking out the dull beeping of your monitors as she stares. Not at your face, she can’t bring herself to look at your gorgeous features after letting you get this hurt, but instead, she stares at your hand. It lays limp on top of the bed sheets, and as much as Arlecchino hates to admit it, she wants nothing more than to hold it right now.

It’s almost as painful as the first time she saw you all bandaged up, wires all over you as you lay on the bed, looking more so asleep than in the coma the doctor said you were in. The desire to hold your hand, it made her fingers twitch, her nose scrunch and her heart hurt. Arlecchino loved you, undoubtedly, but she just couldn’t bring herself to be affectionate with you on this level. Against her will though, her hand seems to move on its own, creeping up the side of the bed and gently scooping up your limp one. Arlecchino was never one to cry, a barely audible curse leaving her lips as she bites them, trying to steady their trembling as she turns her head, blinking away the building tears. She hated crying, but she hated even more that this was the first time she’d ever held your hand, a time when you couldn’t even return it, couldn’t even be awake to feel it.

Neuvillette:

Neuvillette is distraught, both because of how long it took him to notice how bad your cold had been getting and because he didn’t even notice till a small hoard of angry melusines stormed his office. It wasn’t like he was trying to be ignorant, he had just been busy and figured that you’d get over your cold soon. Humans are strong and resilient, a mere cold shouldn’t be that difficult, especially with some melusines caring for you.

He had rushed home immediately, finding you curled up under a mass of blankets and yet still shivering, a gathering of melusines around you fussing and frantic over your continuous decline. While Neuvillette wanted to reassure them that you’d be alright, looking at you in this moment, he couldn’t even reassure himself of that.

A week had passed since Neuvillette had rushed home, refusing to return to his office until you had made a full recovery. He spent most of the day laying in bed with you, helping to keep you warm by holding you close, his natural body temperature being higher than humans helped greatly with this. He wasn’t worried about catching your cold, dragons had much hardier immune systems, but he was worried about your slow recovery rate. Even with the gracious help of the melusines, you had rapidly declined before he came around to ensure you were recovering. A small part of him wonders what it was that was making you worse, he knew the care the melusines provided was above and beyond what he could do himself. The small part of him that doesn’t know hides the smaller part that does know what was wrong, that small bit of denial that his ignorance was making you worse.

Zhongli:

It had been a long time since Zhongli last felt the warm, sticky feeling of blood on his hands, the front of his suit splattered in it and his polearm drenched in it. Despite having once been the war god, it was never something Zhongli enjoyed, which was why he made the change to the god of contracts. Yet in this moment, he couldn’t refrain from the violent nature that lurked within him. 

Seeing you crumpled on the ground, an ever-growing puddle of blood beneath you as a gathering of treasure hoarders laughed and stalked off, hands holding belongings stolen from the innocent citizens of Liyue, you included. It left a gross feeling in his chest, a sickening, growing rage that he couldn’t dismiss. His first move was to evaluate your condition, making sure you were stable before demanding Xiao, his most treasured Adeptus, take you to the Bubu pharmacy. His second course of action was to summon his polearm, following the obvious trail the attackers had left behind.

Zhongli didn’t even bother to clean up before going to visit you, his once pristine image now stained as he stalked into the pharmacy. He was covered in dried red, yet not a spec was his. He didn’t even need directions to know where you were, silently walking over to the cot you were laid on, pulling up a chair to sit beside you as he nodded in regards to the doctor himself, Baizhu. There weren't many in Liyue that Zhongli trusted to treat his beloved well, but Baizhu he knew was a capable doctor. Looking at Xiao, who stood silently in the corner, watching over you till Zhongli arrived, the tall man dismissed the Yaksha, who knew exactly what mess he was being asked to clean up. It was in this moment, watching skilled hands drag a needle through your delicate skin, stitching up wound after wound, that Zhongli swore he’d never leave your side, not even for a moment. He couldn’t lose you.

[hisui-dreamer]

Hi! I saw your headcanons where we tickle the boys and thought if I could ask for the reverse? They tickling the mc (no need to specify the gender, so everyone can feel comfortable reading ^ - ^)

{explaining better}

MC/Yn doesn't pay any attention to them, so they decide to get revenge.

<3

attention, please?

Characters: Dorm Leaders (Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus)

Synopsis: A few days after your tickle attack, your lover finds you awfully distracted by your phone, and it seems he feels a bit neglected. What better way to get your attention than with the taste of your own medicine?

Tags: tickling, fluff, slight hurt much comfort, reader is ticklish, reader is kinda obsessed with Magicam, bot proofread

Word count: 2.3k+

Notes: Thank for your ask! This post is the part 2 of this post. Thank you @shinmon-c for providing me with expert advice in Riddle's part!

Part 1 ✧ Vice Dorm Leader Vers ✧ Masterlist

the two of you planned a study date at ramshackle

Riddle was worried about your grades and volunteered to tutor you

but when he arrives, he finds you completely engrossed in your phone, scrolling at the latest trends on Magicam

he clears his throat, trying to get your attention, but you didn't even look up

"Really? You can't even put that thing down for two seconds to talk to me?" he says, his voice laced with irritation

he’s internally cursing cater for setting a bad example

you ignore him to the point that scolding you had absolutely no effect

then he resorts to tickling, it worked for you last time, didn’t it?

and bonus! he gets to hear you laugh!

so after feeling neglected by you for far, far too long, he reaches out to return the tickle attack

he’s mad, upset, and he’s relentless, his fingers dancing along your sides and under your arms

don’t think he’s forgiven you now that your attention is on him

he demands an apology and some comfort in the form of your affection

did you really not want to talk to him that much?

scolds you for spending too much time on your phone, but his tone is soft and he just really cares for you

now, let’s get to studying so you can make him proud, okay?

Riddle finally relents, standing back and crossing his arms. "Well, maybe if you weren't always on your phone, you would have noticed me trying to talk to you. I just want to spend time with you, my rose, but it feels like you don't care," he said, his tone softer now, a visible pout on his lips.

He flushes as he finds that his initial reaction may have been a bit childish. "My rose, I want us to be able to enjoy each other's company without any distractions," he says, feeling a bit vulnerable in admitting how clingy he is.

He nods, grateful for your understanding. "Thank you, love. I appreciate it. Let's put our phones away and get to studying, okay?" he says softly as he offers you a small smile, feeling happy to have your attention once again.

you promised to spend time with Leona in the botanical gardens, and he’s keeping himself awake just for you

but here you are, on your phone, basically ignoring him

as each second passes as you continue to scroll mindlessly through Magicam, you’re completely oblivious to his growing irritation

he rolls his eyes and sighs heavily, "ugh, you sure love that thing, don't ya?" he mutters

and you had the audacity to not respond, too engrossed in whatever you were reading

really it would have been better if you were ranting or scolding him about his laziness

grumpy lion is now extra grumpy

how are you more interested in your phone when he is right in front of you??

for shame

if you won’t show him attention, he’ll make you

he lunges forward and starts tickling you without warning, digging his fingers into your sides and armpits

you yelp in surprise, dropping your phone and trying to wriggle away from his touch

keyword: try

this man’s strength is not something to be underestimated, he holds you in place for his attack

lions always give their all when hunting, even if the target is just a rabbit

he grins as you try to push him away, enjoying the way you wriggle and laugh under his touch.

when he finally stops, he has such a smug grin on his face, feeling so damn pleased that he had gotten your attention.

"Oi, herbivore, pay attention to me," Leona teased, tickling you even harder. "I’ll show you I'm way more interesting than that thing."

"Now, we'll see if you dare ignore me next time," he huffs, smirking.

You pant for air, looking up at him with a mix of annoyance and amusement, but he only shrugged, "I did ask," he says, smugness dripping in his tone. "But you weren't listenin', so I took matters into my own hands." He sits back, feeling satisfied that he’s gotten you so dishevelled. "That's better," he chuckles, pulling you into his arms gently, in stark contrast to his touch earlier.

it’s a slow day in mostro lounge and Azul finally has some time to spend with his wonderful lover

but you were sitting on the couch in the office, too busy on your phone to properly respond to his questions

this sends octopus boi into a panic

is it because he was too busy? is it because he scammed your friends? do you hate him now???

okay Azul, deep breaths, calm down

"Angelfish, are you upset at me?" he asks tentatively

you barely look up from your phone, murmuring a quiet "hmm? no?" before returning to whatever is on screen

he feels a bit annoyed, he’s incredibly greedy for your attention after all

you should always return what you borrow, so it’s only fair that he gets to tickle you for attention

he leans over and begins to tickle your sensitive spots, making you jump and drop your phone

when you look up you see his flushed cheeks and he’s pouting

but now that you’re focused on him, he pulls you into his lap, holding you tight

it’s almost like he’s trying to wrap all of his limbs around you to hold you in place

he’s a bit embarrassed about his childish antics, but desperate times call for desperate measures

and you can’t get more desperate when your beloved angelfish refuses to pay attention to you

also remember to reassure him that yes, you love him, or else the thought won’t leave his mind

Azul snuggled into your neck, feeling much better now that he had your attention. "Is your phone that interesting? Angelfish, won’t you give me some attention too? You're supposed to be my lover, not your phone's lover."

"I know I’m sometimes too busy with work, but I truly care for you… No, of course there’s no catch! What sort of lover do you think I am?" He pulls back, looking very offended.

"What would you like to do now? I’m feeling benevolent, so I’ll let you choose," he huffs, smugly pushing his glasses. "I’m fine with anything as long as your attention is solely on me."

the two of you are hanging out, spending some time together after a hectic week

he’s sooo happy you’re with him, he leans in to give you a soft kiss on your temple

but when he tries to snuggle up to you, he realises you’re not paying attention at all, just endlessly scrolling through Magicam

he pouts a little, trying to talk to you, but you only give him short, distracted answers

he’s determined if not anything, he peeks over your shoulder and watches your phone with you like, "what are you looking at??"

he’s content like this for a while, but eventually he wants to be the center of your attention

oh! he’ll tickle you like you did to him last time!

with his mind set, he reaches over and starts tickling your sides, just like you had done to him the day before.

you yelp in surprise, bursting into laughter as you try to push him away

but this man is so persistent, you’re laughing and it makes him laugh with you

unfortunately for you, this means he’ll continue tickling you until both of you run out of breath, gasping for air

he’ll hold you close and nuzzle closer to you, beaming at your attention now

you can’t even get mad at him; he looks so glad to have you look at him

Kalim stopped tickling you and leaned in to plant kisses all over you. "I just wanted to remind you that I'm here too. I love spending time with you, but I feel like I'm competing with your phone sometimes," he says, looking into your eyes.

"See, now that I have your attention, we can talk and spend some time together, ahaha!" he says, nudging you playfully.

He smiled, feeling relieved that he finally had your full attention. "Oh oh! Do you wanna dance with me? I’ll teach you all the steps! Or if there’s something you want to do, just tell me!" he said, snuggling up next to you.

as a world-famous actor, your boyfriend has an incredibly busy schedule and unfortunately, he doesn’t get to spend as much time with you as he likes

so when you and Vil are relaxing in his room on a rare day off and he’s eager to spend some quality time with you

but you’re completely engrossed in your phone? barely paying him any attention???

he feels a twinge of irritation but he holds back the scowl to prevent wrinkles on his forehead

"Darling, are you listening to me?" he asks, waving his hand in front of your face

but you reply absentmindedly, still scrolling through your phone.

granted you’re scrolling through fanpages of your incredibly gorgeous boyfriend, but still, how could those edits compare to the real thing???

he’s jealous of himself and the best solution of course is to give you a taste of your own medicine

once your focus shifts to him and you start protesting between giggles, he’ll stop

after all, he wouldn’t want his dearest to have too many wrinkles either, this was more about getting even with you

once he stops, he’ll start scolding you about your screen time

but now that he has your undivided attention, it’s time to start your spa day

"I'm trying to get your attention," Vil says with a mischievous grin. "You've been staring at your phone for far too long, and I want some quality time with my beautiful lover." You roll your eyes, but you can't help but laugh at his sudden playfulness.

"Darling, you've been spending a lot of time on your phone lately," he says, his voice softening. "I'm just worried about your eyesight, and the strain that it might be putting on your eyes. Make sure to take breaks and be mindful of your screen time, okay?"

He smiles triumphantly, feeling a sense of satisfaction at your attention. "Now," he said, taking your hands into his, "how about we spend some quality time together, without any distractions?"

Idia comes to visit you (the shock, the horror, the otaku has left his room!!!) to spend more time with you, but when he arrives, you’re completely absorbed in your phone, barely acknowledging his presence because of some trend on Magicam

he’s hurt, was he not interesting enough to hold your attention???

it was the perfect time for revenge after your tickle attack the other day

he pounced on you, tickling mercilessly, "pay attention to me! I'm way more interesting than your stupid phone!"

it was super effective!

those gamer reflexes make his fingers insanely quick and nimble

you laugh and squirm, asking him to stop

but oh what’s this? he’s really enjoying the feeling of power and control? uh oh.

honestly he probably only stops when you kick him a bit too hard when you try to push him away

okay maybe he deserved that for not stopping, but ouch

still, satisfied with his revenge, he stops tickling you and smirks at you catching your breath

he invites you to play a chill co-op game once you’ve regained your composure

okay mayybe he had overreacted earlier, but hey! he put in the effort to get out of his room to hang out with you in ramshackle!

he deserves some attention from you for his bravery

Idia chuckles, feeling victorious. " That's right, you better pay attention to me. I'm the boss monster you can't ignore! Meh heh heh..."

"Hrk! What the heck? You're like Chun-Li with that kick!" he complains, rubbing his sore leg.

Idia finally relents, feeling a sense of satisfaction from the tickle battle. "Okay, I'll give you a break for now. But next time, I'll be ready with my secret tickling combo moves! Now, let’s conquer this game together and unlock all the achievements!"

it’s perfect weather for your nightly stroll but when he arrives at ramshackle, he notices that you were too absorbed in your phone to even acknowledge him

honestly, what was the appeal of staring at a small screen???

he’s pouting and a bit annoyed but your lover is very patient so he’ll wait until you’re done

…waiting…

"Child of Man, does that piece of metal truly interest you more than I do?"

grows increasingly frustrated with your lack of attention, he tries to start conversations, but all his attempts are met with short, distracted responses

okay, he’s had enough.

well last time you tried to tickle him to get his attention, so that means it’s an effective solution, right?

thinks back to your attempts at tickling him, and mirrors your actions, wriggling his fingers at several spots until you’re laughing uncontrollably

once you ask him to stop, he’ll relent, though the grin on his face is incredibly triumphant

your lover is very gentle, and he’ll immediately rub your back with soothing touches as you gasp for air

but now beware, he’s learned how to tickle you, and he can easily get your attention anytime he wants it now

oh well, too late for regrets now, he’s buzzing with excitement for your walk

Malleus chuckles softly and finally relents, pulling back and offering his hand to help his lover up. "Heh, I just wanted your attention," he says, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

He smiles, pleased that he had managed to lighten the mood. "Now, shall we go for a walk outside in the gardens? It's a beautiful day. I heard there are some rare constellations in sight right now."

He beams when you put your hand in his. "My dear Child of Man, I wish your attention was on me more often… I find it unbearable when you ignore me." He says, deep in contemplation.

Part 1 ✧ Vice Dorm Leader Vers ✧ Masterlist

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[bluelolblue]

The Ecstasy of Temptation

Summary: During the celebration that the D'Antonio siblings organized, with a bit of too many glasses of wine, the young omega, Santino, unexpectedly went in heat. The only one who could help him handle that was his alpha bodyguard, John, even if that meant breaking the rules of the contract. And he took great care of Santino in his heat.

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Santino D'Antonio/John Wick

Note: August 12th, (12.8.) 2023 was the day I got registered on ao3, became LittleRealSimp. The day I officially joined. The lore behind this silly username is literally me and my irl bestie sitting in a park and talking about how we're gonna name ourselves there. And we both came up with silly usernames ehehe :P. I can't believe it's already been a year, like what, A WHOLE YEAR! I was lurking on ao3 for a VERY long time, and during summer 2023, I got enough courage to start posting.

This fic is a gift for @mrssimply because really her fics were the ones that helped me get through that summer and inspired me to start working on my own fics. I remember reading those fics on the terrace, at evening, so those are really some of my favorite memories from my vacation. BUT ALSO thank you for being my beta reader, a friend, a support, helping me out so much, and all our conversations, that really means a lot to me! Thank you for reading this, too! I'm so happy you like it! <3

Ahh this all made me emotional. I'm just so happy and can't believe it was already a year, and so much had happened. What a journey, and it's still going!

1 year anniversary of me officially joining on ao3, celebrating with a new fic!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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The D'Antonio siblings threw a celebration over gaining more territory. Gianna was in charge there, greeting guests and having everything under control. Santino, on the other hand, regretted even being there.

He usually liked those celebrations only because he actually felt included and he could drink more wine. The guests were annoying to him probably because most of them were alphas and only a few people knew Santino was an omega. Gianna, his family and John who was assigned as his bodyguard. Who was also an alpha.

John knew he wasn't supposed to have anything with Santino. The contract made that very clear and Gianna's order to him not to react at his heat or his actions during it. He listened of course, but he had to admit, Santino was tempting. The omega didn't want to play by the rules, always teasing John when he had a chance to.

Tonight, John had to keep Santino in his sight all the time. With other alphas around, powerful people, anything was possible. Santino was wearing blockers, he always did when he was around people. He hated the way some alphas would look at him as if they knew.

John kept his distance, watching how Santino was on his second glass of wine and accompanied by a younger alpha. Santino didn't seem interested in the guy, he was just pretending to listen to whatever he was saying.

Luckily, Gianna came to check out the situation. She excused Santino for a moment, going to a private room.

“Don't drink too much, you know how wine affects you,” Gianna reminded him, not looking very pleased.

“I know, don't worry,” Santino reassured her, “Thanks for getting me out of that situation. That guy was not shutting up.”

“Yes, I could tell.” His sister agreed, “Just go easy on the drinks, it could trigger your heat. After all, alphas are all around.”

“I'm wearing blockers, they can't scent me.” Santino fixed his tie, checking himself out in a small mirror on the wall.

Gianna sighed, walking over to him to fix his hair, but the omega moved away.

“Your heat is supposed to come… tomorrow? Or in two days?” Gianna tried to remember his last heat, she has lost track of his cycles ever since he kinda snapped at her for doing that.

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[kat651]

sensory overload

word count:689

You returned to 221b exhausted. One more thing and you knew you would burst into tears. You just needed a long, hot shower, and to sleep for as long as you wanted. 

You hadn't even finished taking off your shoes when your name was called from the living room. You took a slow breath and let it out you then walked into the living room. “What is it, Sherlock?” you asked you immediately scolded yourself for sounding so small and weak. 

“I was wondering if you could-” Sherlock paused when he saw your face. “Oh y/n what's wrong?” he asked, walking over to you.

“I-it nothing.” you lied, voice trembling a  little. “What was it you wanted me to do?” you asked, unable to meet his eyes. 

“Nothing, it can wait,” he said gently.

“Sherlock i-” you fell silent as he slowly, cautiously, put his arms around you. You couldn't recall him even once showing you or anyone else physical affection. “s-sherlock? “ 

He gently rubbed your back. “Long day?”

You opened your mouth to answer but instead broke down in tears, sobbing into his shoulder. You felt Sherlock stiffen, clearly shocked by your sudden raw display of emotions, you were normally so calm and collected that even Sherlock had a hard time reading you. “y/n?”

“I'm sorry!” you sobbed. “I-i don't mean to cry i-” Sherlock gently shushed you before slowly and gently leading you over to his chair. He sat and pulled you into his lap, rocking to and fro as you cried. 

“Its ok, y/n, let it out… its ok im here…im here…” he whispered, holding you close to his chest. When you had no tears left to cry, you relaxed in his arms. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, gently stroking your hair.

You shook your head, continuing to hide your face. “Just hold me… please…” you whimpered, clutching his shirt. 

He chuckled softly and pulled you closer. “Of course y/n… of course i will.”

You snuggled as close to him as possible and yawned before closing your eyes. 

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. You whimpered and hid your face in the crook of his neck. “No!” Sherlock shouted, placing his hand on the back of your head. “Go away!” there was another knock and Sherlock cursed under his breath. “I'll be right back ok?”

You whimpered but nodded. Knowing he had to deal with whoever was at the door. Sherlock covered you with a blanket and gently kissed your forehead before going to the door. You placed your fingers on your forehead, startled by his actions. 

There was another knock. “What?!” Sherlock yelled, opening the door. “What do you- oh, hey John.”

“You seem angry, is everything alright?”

“Oh it's just….” Sherlock looked over at you. “y/n’s had a long day… she needs some quiet.” 

“Oh,” John said. “Well i- here,” he said, handing Sherlock a folder. “That's our next case, I'll come back tomorrow, take care.”

Sherlock came back to you and tossed the file on the coffee table before pulling you back into his lap. “The case can wait,” he said when you began to protest. “You're much more important.”

You smiled and closed your eyes. “Thank you sherlock…”

“What?”

“You didn't have to do this for me…”

“Oh yes I did, you're my top priority.” 

“What?” you asked, looking over at him confused.

“I-i wasn't planning on telling you but… you have a right to know…” Sherlock sighed and looked at you softly. “I like you, y/n… I like you a lot,” he whispered. “More than I wish to admit…”

You blushed and then put your arms around him. “I like you too…” you whispered, gently placing a kiss on his cheek. 

Sherlock chuckled and hid his face in your neck. “And here I was worried you wouldn't feel the same…”

“And why wouldn't I feel the same? You're absolutely incredible…” you whispered, gently kissing the top of his head. “I like you a lot… have for quite some time…”

Sherlock smiled and kissed your cheek. “ I'm glad…” he said. 

[ladykettlechips]

Update Time~

Good evening from the land of kettle chips, crumpets and scones! This update comes to you guys as a way of apologising for my absence in writing lately. Life is a little more hectic right now and, while I have a right to choose to keep you guys out of the loop and update my fics as and when I please, I have stated before that I like transparency. Though I don't reveal everything, I do want you guys to be somewhat aware of why I'm not updating and where I'm at currently in life. First and foremost, I have healed considerably from the work trauma I experienced. Though I am not fully healed from it, I am doing a lot better mentally these days. It has helped me a lot to stay away from work for a little bit and while I definitely worried about money every now and again, I can confidently say that leaving that place was the best thing for me. Secondly, I have a new job. I have been training for said job recently while also working part-time at another job. Do I think this will be a permanent fixture in my life? Not at all, but for the moment it is ideal in regard to earning money to keep me going in life (and fuelling my addiction to perfume, sweets and travel).

Thirdly: Travel. I have some trips coming up, all planned prior to me leaving the Trauma Job. In the past few weeks I have been focusing on sorting those out, hence why you aren't seeing anything from me writing wise lately. It's been a big focus of mine, especially as one of the two trips I'm taking is very soon.

Fourth: I finished editing a book for someone! I won't be displaying the title or author here because of privacy reasons, but this is something I could have only ever dreamed of, but helping others see their stories grow under my editing is something I have desired to do since leaving University. I truly love editing so much. Thankfully, the person I edited for wants me to help with their future books, as well as help to re-edit their previous books (the beauty of self-publishing!). It was hard work, and life kept me from editing for a while, but I'm so happy to see that the author was happy with me as an editor and that they want to work with me again. Hopefully this spurs me on to look into freelancing down the line.

So yes, this is mostly why I've been quiet in writing. I'm doing bits and pieces here and there, but nothing that will finish a chapter or oneshot. I am sorry for not updating anything on AO3 to a point where some of you might think I've left the fandom, but I haven't. I'm just focusing on things that are happening in my own world right now and prioritising myself for a bit.

Finally, before I sign this off, I sincerely hope that you are all happy and well and taking care of yourselves. Though I am less present, I am aware that there's been some frustrations going on within the fandom right now, but please remember to be courteous of one another and to remember that this is simply a fandom, not real life. Please don't get too upset by rumours, and please don't allow it to affect how you function in real life. It's all well and good to love something so much, but when fandom leaks into real life and affects those who aren't within the fandom or the actors portraying our favourite characters, it becomes unhealthy.

Thank you for reading, precious bean hive. I love you all. LKC

[idontplaytrack]

I'm once again obsessed with your writing!! I look forward to your posts every day <3 can I request clingy needy Janis? Where she's constantly attached to reader, way more than normal since she's not usually one to show physical affection that much, maybe a smarty ending

Like A Koala

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem!reader

Warnings: smut mentions at the end, coarse language, mentions of vomiting due to a migraine episode.

In which Janis is acting clingy with reader. It confuses reader but she wasn’t gonna complain about the change of pace. It was finally a peaceful afternoon with Janis.

“Janis? I’m home, baby.” You called out once you’ve entered the apartment. Closing the front door behind yourself, you hear hurried footsteps. And when you turned around, Janis was practically jumping into your arms.

“Hi, you.” You laughed, struggling to put down the two bags of groceries that you were holding in one hand.

“I’ve missed you.” She says, her head buried in your neck. You walked over to the kitchen island with Janis still clinging onto you, to put the bags down quickly before everything fell to the floor.

“I missed you too, baby.” You had a hand on her back and another supporting the rest of her weight, having it under her thigh. “Are you okay?” You asked her softly. Janis was definitely not one to show affection this way, unless she was not feeling well. Thus, you were worried.

Janis shook her head no, still staying in her position. "Baby, please tell me so I can take care of you, alright?" You felt yourself nearly letting go of her and you didn’t want that so you swiftly made your way with her over to the kitchen island and put her down. “Are you sure?” You cupped her face in your hands. Her nose scrunches up, “Maybe I feel like I’m getting a migraine.”

“Let me know if there’s anything I can do, hm?”

"Cuddles?" Janis requested, a tiny tiny smile tugs at her lips.

"Of course. I just have to put away the groceries first otherwise the things that need to go in the fridge will go bad." You told Janis and she gives you a pout. You detached yourself from her and got to your task of unpacking the groceries. Meanwhile Janis sat on the counter waiting for you, her legs swinging as she does so. You smiled to yourself at the sight, admiring just how cute she seemed. Oddly enough, days like these ones brought peace in your routine which was pretty rare considering Janis' usual personality. Which was great, for the most part, but you needed days where it was like this- no crazy adventures, but just a day inside with your favourite girl. Of course, this doesn't just happen when she wasn't feeling well- it was like this too if you were the one feeling under the weather. All Janis would then focus on was taking care of you. No crazy shit, just like that.

Once you were done unloading the groceries, she asks you to hug her again. Happily, you obliged, the two of you shifting over to the couch. She's been hanging onto you like a koala, which you found to be pretty freaking adorable. "Do you need painkillers?"

"Don't bother. They don't really work."

You shifted yourself just enough so you could shut the curtains and keep out the bright sunlight. As Janis laid her head on your chest, you rubbed her back for a short while before migrating your hand to give her head a massage. "Thank you." She says softly, a smile forming on her face as she shut her eyes. You carefully moved her hand that was under your back away for the sake of her blood circulation, and her grip of her other hand on your shirt, only tightens. She returns to the same position after a few minutes so you didn't bother anymore. Janis needed the rest.

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You read a book while she took a little catnap in your arms. And when she woke up, she tells you that her stomach was starting to hurt. Something she despised and something that terrified her. Janis had emetophobia and migraines would frequently cause her to get sick due to the pain. That combination was one straight from hell- both for you and her. Immediately, tears were in her eyes. Which shattered your heart. But, you kept it together, rubbing her back and reassuring her that she was okay.

“I don’t wanna throw up.” She sniffles, swallowing thickly.

You had a few options now: wait until she has to and ran to let it out, leave her for a minute to go grab the trash can, or take her into the bathroom so the two of you could wait it out. As much as this sucked, she always ended up feeling relief from the pain after throwing up. So you kinda wanted her to throw up so she was less miserable.

“Oh, God.” She presses the bottom of her hand to her forehead, massaging it annoyedly while her eyes were screwed shut. “Can we go to the bathroom?” She requested, “I don’t feel so-”

“Of course, babe.” You helped her up, an arm snaked around her waist. You end up in the bathroom in your room with her. Janis slid down to the floor with her back against the wall, feeling extremely bothered by the heavy aching feeling building up in her stomach. You sat with her, holding her hand as she took some deep breaths. Using your free hand, you ripped some toilet paper off and threw that into the toilet. After going through a few of these episodes with Janis, you’ve learnt a thing or two- this would hopefully prevent any splatter that’d make her feel worse.

“You’re alright, Jan. Just let it out if you feel it, don’t force yourself to hold it back- you’d just feel worse, baby. I’m right here with you.”

Maybe it was the fluorescent white lights she’d mistakenly switched on, but it didn’t take long before her stomach churned and flipped, doing a much dreaded somersault. She leaned over to let the contents of her stomach spill, just in time. You rubbed her back meanwhile, “Jan, don’t look at it. Just close your eyes. You’re okay, you’re okay. I’m here, honey.”

She was crying, she couldn’t help that- and the throwing up. But she didn’t have much to eat today so she was left dry heaving for about a minute after the fact. Shit, she must’ve been feeling bad for awhile. “Do you wanna get up, Jan?”

She silently shook her head, staring at the floor. You quickly closed the lid of the toilet and flushed it. Washing your hands, you filled a cup with water for Janis to rinse out her mouth before you sat back down with her. “Deep breaths, baby. You’re okay now.” You reminded her. Janis nodded, again not saying a thing. A minute or so later, she looks at you, holding out her hands. You got ahold of them and helped her off the ground. She rinses her mouth to get rid of the awful taste in it before you two went back out. “You want to go back to sleep?” You ask while flipping the light switch to turn the light off.

“No.” She managed. Looking at you longer now, you noticed her eyes were watery and bloodshot, but just slightly.

“Okay, come on. Let’s go sit down on the couch again.”

You offered her a popsicle, which she happily accepted- it soothed the burning feeling in her throat. It was also a way for her to get some water down without actually having to drink a glass of it. And now the both of you were back cuddling on the couch again, just like she’d asked.

“Don’t drip it everywhere.” You told her.

She doesn’t react, but it didn’t bother you. Janis still seemed a little out of it after she had to throw up. You watched her, fingers massaging her scalp then her eyes met yours. Staring into her beautiful brown eyes, your heart melts and you smile at her. She does the same back, but a bit of the melted popsicle falls onto your baby blue t-shirt, leaving a purple spot. “Sorry.” She says. “That’s okay.” You chuckle, then planted a kiss at the top of her head.

“You know…” Her hand finds its way onto that spot on your shirt- it was on your chest. “I would totally kiss you but I still feel all gross and disgusting.” Shocked at her abruptly confession, you gulped. “What? Baby, don’t be silly- you’re not feeling well. Why on earth would I want you to do that?”

“Because…” She exhales, “I just noticed you aren’t wearing anything underneath your shirt. And I’m feeling kinda like I wanna do something.”

“Not right now, baby.”

“Okay.” She responded sadly, “Later tonight?”

“If you’re feeling better, then sure.” You laughed lightly.

[nuria-schnee]

Hi everyone! ❤️ In this week's sneak peek, the boys are on a mission.

"Let's proceed," Edwin said. They walked the remaining distance until they reached the limit of the forest, the roaring still trying to get through the barriers of his spell. Edwin and Charles looked at each other once before Edwin turned around and walked directly into the forest. As soon as he stepped inside, the shouting faded away at once. "It's gone," Charles whispered. Edwin nodded, pondering whether it was a good or a bad sign. However, they knew very little about that plane besides the few glimpses Crystal had managed to get. Aside from that, they were in entirely uncharted and, without a doubt, hostile territory. Nevertheless, Niko was there, somewhere, and the only thing they could use to find her was their own experience finding clues and solving mysteries. Steeling himself, Edwin continued walking through the trees, immersing in the woods. Their surroundings became darker as they advanced, the thick foliage blocking the whiteness radiating from the sky. The snow mantle covering the grass under their shoes was thinner under the trees, even if slippier.

It was strange how this plane was affecting them. Edwin's trousers had become wet and heavy from the snow, which was highly bothersome. However, his focus was elsewhere. Edwin was worried about Charles. It had been a few minutes since he'd started hearing his chattering teeth and his breathing shuttering, most surely caused by the cold attacking their forms. The snow had his body wrecked by shivers, and Edwin could recall bearing the cold more easily than most while he'd been alive. The thing was that Charles had a history with coldness that Edwin worried might bring some unpleasant sensations and memories. Besides, nothing seemed to lead them anywhere. There weren't tracks on the snow, signals craved on the trees, or any other sound aside from the ones they were making. Even if he'd remained hopeful, Crystal couldn't be infallible, considering they had mostly taken stabs in the dark. Niko should be nearby but could be far away, too, as far as they knew. After walking for almost an hour and not finding anything, they stopped over a little hill inside the forest. Edwin turned to look at Charles, who was clearly freezing and trying not to show it. Edwin approached him, standing closer to him, his brow creased at the sight. Charles huffed, his breath coming out in a puff of humid air. "You are freezing, Charles. You should have said something," Edwin whispered. "I'm fine, mate," Charles said in a hushed, tense tone, gulping. "Don't worry. We can keep going." Edwin huffed. Warming spells were tricky, and he wasn't sure how wise it was to use fickle magic in this realm. However, he couldn't focus if he knew Charles was plagued by coldness. Instead, he shrugged his jacket off and handed it to Charles. "Wear it under yours. It surely will help, even if just a little," Edwin said softly. "No. No, I can't—" Charles shook his head, wide-eyed, almost panicked. "I hold the cold well," Edwin informed him, insisting. "I assure you." "This place is bloody gelid." "Precisely," Edwin insisted, almost pressing the jacket against Charles' chest. "Please, have it. Do me that favour." Reluctantly, Charles took his jacket. He shrugged off his coat first, and Edwin held it for him while he put on his over his polo. It looked strange and slightly off since Edwin was slightly taller and his shoulders broader. It didn't matter. When Charles put on his coat again, it was barely visible. Charles huffed a relieved sigh, shrugged a little, and closed his eyes for a moment. "Thank you, ma—" Edwin didn't hear the rest.

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[blueraineshadows]

Could I pretty please request awkward, yet sweet first-time sex between Ominis and female MC? MC is very nervous being a virgin and is worried about it hurting, maybe after she gets a good look at him down there 👀

But we all know Ominis is a gentleman and would be nothing but gentle and sweet with her at first but I think he’d be nervous too, especially since he can’t see her. I just really wanna read about them losing it to each other. And I’d love to see Ominis disheveled and consumed by his lust for her.

Hello 👋 Thank you for your Request 💜

Ominis Gaunt x F!MC - fluff, First time lovers

I took the liberty of making it their Wedding Night 🥰🔞 NSFW

She was married, joined at last with the man she loved, by vows and rings exchanged. Ominis Gaunt had stolen her heart when they had been at school, courted it, cherished it, and now she was his wife.

Her heart pounded nervously as they entered the bed chamber, the little hotel having set the room with romantic candles and vases of flowers. There was even rose petals scattered on the bed. She gasped at how lovely it all looked, and immediately she felt a steady hand at the small of her back.

"Is everything alright, my love?" Ominis asked.

"Yes, it's lovely, the room is very romantic," she blushed. Her pulse fluttered like a tiny bird at the feel of his hand on her back. It was silly really, he had touched her there many times, delicate pressure of reassurance, affection, and when escorting her.

Tonight it meant something else, though. Tonight, they would make the final exchange that would seal their love, their commitment. She would become his, completely, and her body thrummed with nervous anticipation.

Ominis took her hands into his, his fingers gently soothing over her skin. "I finally have you all to myself," he smiled. "I have had to share your company all day, and I must admit, I have been longing for this time alone with you, with my wife."

His voice softened at that last word. She squeezed his hands, loving him so much she felt entirely breathless. "It has been quite the day, hasn't it? And it went so quickly!"

He moved closer, his face inches from hers, she stared up at him, still overcome with how truly beautiful he was. He was almost ethereal, like an angel in a classical painting, she reached up to place trembling fingers against his cheek, his skin soft and pale under her touch.

She welcomed the soft kiss he gave her, the gentle brush of lips a joy she always cherished. His kiss lingered, his mouth daring to taste her for longer than was usual for them. She heard the delicate shift of his breathing, knowing that this kiss would lead to more. She cupped his face, holding him there, her body tentative but curious as she felt the warmth of shared desire.

Her breath shook a little as they drew slightly apart. He caressed her cheek, the tip of his nose nudging hers. "Please, don't be frightened," he said. "I would never hurt you."

"I'm not frightened, my love," she replied, immediately. "I could never be frightened of you. Although, I am a little nervous. I'm afraid I have suddenly become rather shy. I would not want to disappoint my husband."

"I will be gentle," he whispered. He kissed her, a delicate touch of lips. "I cannot deny how much I yearn for you, but I am in your hands my love. We will only do what is comfortable for you. Your delight is my delight, and I doubt I could ever be disappointed. Agreeing to be my wife in the first place has filled with me so much happiness."

Tears burned her eyes, her heart aching with her love and gratitude for finding a man such as him. "I love you, so very much," she whispered.

He smiled. "Then let us prepare for bed, Mrs Gaunt, for I wish to show you how much I love you in return."

The dressing screen was rather pointless when your husband couldn't see you, but MC still slipped behind it to remove her gown and pull on a soft nightdress. She could hear the rustle of clothing as Ominis undressed, her heart in her mouth as she smoothed trembling hands over her hips.

She had never seen a man naked before in the flesh, only drawings in books. She had read up a bit on sexual relations, and felt the trepidation that came from being exposed to another, vulnerable. But also, there was a heightened sense of curiosity, of the need to feel the heat of him against her flesh.

With a deep breath, she moved out from behind the screen, her hair unbound and flowing over one shoulder. Omins was sitting up in the bed, his chest bare, the pale skin smooth and beautiful in the candle light. He held out a hand to her and she hurried forward to take it.

They lay together under the covers, his arms a warm embrace, his mouth pressing soft kisses against hers. MC returned them, adjusting to the feel of his body wrapped closely with hers, the way their legs were entangled.

The intimacy brought a warm flush to her face, her hands slid along his back, his arms, and then she felt his hand on her thigh, hot through the thin fabric of her nightgown. Slowly, he slid upwards, dragging the material with him, and her breath quickened.

She didn't know what to do, wishing she did, but her body seemed to ache, a slow, burning throb beginning between her thighs that made her want to squeeze and clench, she desired some kind of friction and she was shocked at how her hips seemed to flex against him with an eagerness that embodied the urgency in her core.

Was she being too wanton? Too eager? As her pelvis rubbed sensually against his, her breath caught at the hardness of him, the press of his manhood against her softness. Oh my...

His head dipped and he made a low, soft sound, his own pelvis moving to meet hers. The ache between her thighs sharpened, it grew hot and she had a sudden desire to kiss him, her mouth seeking his.

They seemed to have slid across a line, polite courtesy was being cast adrift as his tongue entered her mouth. He had never kissed her like this before, and she moaned, her hips rolling upwards again at the delicious way he tasted her mouth.

His hand slid higher up her thigh, her nightdress becoming twisted about her hips as he smoothed his hand up and under it. She felt the roughness of the hair on his legs, the silky throbbing brush of his arousal was hot against her skin.

"Ominis," she moaned.

"Yes, my love," he whispered. "Tell me, tell me what you are feeling. You feel so wonderful, I am quite overcome with the need for you."

She writhed against him and he groaned, rocking his hips to rub that hardness against her thigh. She felt wetness leaking from him and boldly slipped a hand down to feel it for herself.

He was so hard, yet so silky soft, her fingers trailing over the length before she wrapped her whole hand around it. Her thighs squeezed with want, while her eyes widened at the thought of how it was going to fit inside her. She had not expected it to feel so long and thick.

She rubbed her hand over it and he made a sound, low and deep and utterly arousing. She looked at this face, he was flushed a beautiful pink, lips parted and eyes closed in bliss.

"Gods, I want to feel you," he said, voice strained. "Please..."

MC had touched herself before, curious exploration of her own sex. There had been sensitiveness, a building heat that had overwhelmed her enough to stop. The thought of his graceful fingers doing the same made her throb. She took his hand and guided it down between her thighs. "Touch me," she whispered. "I am yours."

At the first brush of his fingers she whined, her back arching up off the bed as he gently explored. She could hear the wetness of herself, her hips moving of their own accord as he spread that slick, probing gently until she felt a finger slid inside.

"Oh my...MC, you are divine," he groaned. He became flustered, his finger moving in and out. His face became strained and he shook his head. "It's no good, I've just got to...forgive me."

She panted, eyes wide. "What is it?"

He slid down the bed. "I have to taste it, fuck, I need it!" He was practically begging, his hands pushing her thighs apart, his mouth hot as he pressed it against the inner flesh there, drawing it up into a suck, the noise of it so dirty but arousing.

She gasped, staring, shocked, at his blonde head as he settled between her thighs. She had not seen drawings of this in her book! She felt his hot breath on her most intimate parts, a strangled moan leaving her throat as his nose nudged her soft folds. "Ominis," she gasped.

He moaned, deep and feral, and then she cried out, a high desperate whine, as his tongue slid erotically over her heat. Oh my goodness!

She stared up at the bed canopy, mouth open, not seeing anything but a red haze of lust, his mouth doing wicked, amazing things that made her body scream with flickering flame. Her desperate cries and moans filled the room at that soft, luscious swirl of tongue. The filthy wet sound of it made her flush, but she was grinding her hips greedily, soaring on a wave of fire that stole her breath.

Release came swiftly, shockingly, her hips bucking and cries spiling from her lips. She felt dizzy, dazed with the intensity of it. She stared as Ominis pushed up with his hands, the lower half of his face shiny with her sex, he wiped it with his hands. "You are delicious my love," he groaned. "Now, now I need to take you. You have driven me quite wild."

She reached for him. "Come to me," she begged. She was flustered, eyeing his flushed state as he moved up to settle his hips between her legs. She caught sight of his cock, swollen, hungry, and she gulped. "My goodness," she muttered. "That is rather large."

He chuckled. "Don't worry, my love. I made sure you were good and ready for me, but I will go slow, I promise."

Her desire flickered and rekindled at his saucy talk. She smoothed her hands over his beautiful body, sighing in pleasure as he lined himself up to her entrance. The first press of him made her tense, but he whispered soft encouragement, his hands caressing her curves.

"It's alright, you're my good girl," he whispered. "I want to be inside you so badly, you are so hot and wet, it drives me crazy. Relax, darling, let me in."

She moaned, his words sending shivers over her. "I want you," she sighed. "Take me, fuck me..."

He gasped, stilling, his head tilting curiously. "My, my, MC, such dirty words from your pretty lips," he said. He smirked. "I quite like it..."

He pushed a little further in, stretching her. She panted, her walls quivering. "Such a good girl, taking me like this."

"Yes, more, please," she begged.

He slid back a little, making her whimper, before pushing in further still. He moaned, desperate, and repeated the move. She felt the resistance, her flesh trying to stop him. "More," she panted. "You may have to push harder, I can take it."

He did, groaning as he desperately tried not to hurt her. Then suddenly her flesh gave way, a sharp sting signalling her acceptance. He slid quite deep, the pressure and stretch shocking at first, but then as he rolled his hips, it eased into pleasure and she moaned.

Ominis pulled her close against his chest, pressing kisses over her hair, his hands soothing her. "Oh, my love, my precious, precious girl. I love you," he said, passionately. He sighed. "So brave and beautiful...and gods, you feel so good."

She loved him too, burying her face against him, breathing in his scent, their bodies joined in the most intimate of ways. She savoured that brief, precious moment, before desire overtook them, and Ominis began to move.

There was no more pain, only pleasure. MC swooned under his worship, taking him thrust by thrust, drowning in his grunts and whimpers. She caressed him, gripped his hips, wrapped her legs about him, greedy for him.

Watching him find release reminded her of the euphoric daze he had left her in, and she pressed sweet kisses all over him, whispering her love for her husband, her heart swelling with the knowledge that they could do this, over and over.

Wrapped up close in his arms, MC dozed into sleep feeling safer and more loved than she ever had in her whole life. And now she had a whole lifetime to share with him. She had never been happier.

[skeletinmoss]

The curse of the dark Phoenix

Chapter 9: The moonflower

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Roman was woken up by Logan.

It was time to eat and continue their journey. Virgil was readjusting his cape and offered Roman a small smile.

Roman cocked his head and tried to feel the exact mood behind it. He hadn’t really sought out their bond before now. He’d just experienced it as it happened.

Reaching out now he could feel that Virgil was a little curious, hopeful, but still filled with worry and guilt.

Roman tried to respond with reassurance and Virgil seemed to accept that and relax somewhat.

Roman felt a little pleased with himself at managing to comfort Virgil. Which made the high mage chuckle causing him to blush at being caught.

“If you both are quite finished with… Whatever that was. We should head out,” Logan insisted.

Virgil nodded and broke the circle. Roman felt a weird shift. As if the ground under him suddenly started moving.

He looked at Virgil who smiled at him in reassurance. This was normal.

He relaxed and gathered his things to follow his friends and their guide down the stairs.

“I trust you had a good rest,” their host greeted as he laid out a delicious smelling lunch.

Virgil was hit with a wave of nostalgia and Roman carefully bumped his shoulder

They sat down, thanked their host and started eating.

"I presume we will cut into our travel time now that we have been granted use of the inn then?" Logan reasoned.

"Not really. There is a village I need to visit to stock up on moonflowers. Their healing properties are too potent to go without and I’m not holding out hope my garden held out all these years. Not to mention prepping them for use would cost more time than we'd save with the short cut," Virgil explained.

Logan and Patton flinched, but Roman... he wasn’t as affected as he was yesterday. Maybe using dark magic had mellowed him out. He’d held a Moonflower in his hand and used it’s magic to help those people and he had felt no negative effects. Maybe walking a mile in Virgil's shoes had more influence on him than he'd thought.

He had other concerns though.

"Moonflowers aren't exactly legal anymore. So you might not find what you are looking for there," he pointed out.

"Maybe. But it is worth a try at the very least.”

The group nodded and Virgil took out his message stone.

"Re, I know you only just received my last message, but I wanted to let you know we are maybe 3 days away from saving you. I'll see you soon okay?" He offered. Looking at the stone for a long moment, hopeful and worried, before putting it away with a disappointed sigh.

No one commented on it. They finished their breakfast, bid the innkeepers a good day and promised to return soon.

They mounted the horses, Virgil offering to ride this time and went on their way to make as much headway as possible before the sun rose.

Roman was pretty sure he caught Virgil casting an enchantment on the horses before lighting another magic torch. Likely reinvigorating them to compensate for their lack of proper rest.

Virgil would want them to cover as much ground during nighttime as possible of course.

Roman settled a little more comfortably behind Virgil than he would have yesterday. Trusting that he'd know if V got uncomfortable with their closeness.

Logan took the reins of his and Patton's horse. He couldn't read in the dark anyway and this way Patton got a break.

"So... how did you three end up stuck together?" Virgil wondered casually. Trying to make small talk.

Luckily for him they were all more than happy to tell the story.

"Well. We don't remember not knowing each other honestly," Patton allowed.

"Indeed my earliest memory to date is waking up in a cart full of hay in the midday sun with the both of you," Logan recalled, making his friends aw all over him.

"Patton's family owns a farm near the town where Logan and I lived. On one fateful market day Patton was brought along with his mother while Logan was out with his parents selling their crafts and I was out with mine browsing the wares.," Roman recalled.

"Roman's parents are merchants," Patton offered helpfully. Roman nodded.

"Apparently I became fast friends with Patton and the two of us basically bullied Logan to play with us too. I spent quite some time at their houses whenever my parents were out for business," he explained.

"We were quite attached to each other and all fascinated by stories of the world before the magic plague and the heroics of the arch mage," Logan added.

"And then it turned out we all had magic and we went to school together and dreamed of one day finding out what happened to the arch mage. And now we are here," Patton finished.

"Quite a story," Virgil said amused.

"I met mine at school. We had different backgrounds but we clicked right away anyway. It was a relief honestly," Virgil recalled fondly.

Roman was about to offer some comfort but then a bird flying over spooked him.

"We should get back to a main road soon..." Logan mused nervously, his mind back to the situation at hand.

"How so...?" Virgil wondered.

"The roads are less safe at night. Especially narrow and dark ones," Roman offered. Though he couldn’t feel too scared pressed against Virgil's back.

Virgil was about to press the issue but a beastly growl interrupted him... they'd been spotted.

Their horses halted, stepping in place nervously. They weren't trained for dangerous roads...

"Hush," Virgil whispered. Tracing a pattern in the air, the release of magic calming the group as a whole.

He got of their horse and slowly walked out in front of them, holding the magic torch he'd made out in front of him.

A low hissing came at them through the foliage and finally the creature stalked into view.

It was easily as large as their horses. Black scales shimmering in the moonlight like black gems. Spikes ran across the spine and tail of the long body and a strong trunk hung between large tusks.

The spines and eyes of the creature glowed with some sort of magic.

"Well you aren't happy to see us," Virgil mused.

Roman eyed the creature worriedly. He'd heard of the Forest Dragon. They were one of many reasons you should not travel the roads at night.

The creature hissed again and moved as if it was about to charge, his spikes humming with power. But V disappeared and reappeared right behind it.

It turned around fast and Virgil grabbed it by the tusks and used its momentum to swing up into its neck holding on tight as it tried to throw him off.

Virgil gritted his teeth. Roman calmed himself with Virgil's calm focus. He wasn’t afraid or worried. It would be fine...

After a few attempts to slam Virgil into a tree that made it very hard for Roman to remain calm and not distract him, Virgil finally caught a break long enough for him to lay his hand on the creature's head. Its eyes and spikes glowing with Virgil's purple magic, though there was some red shining through... huh. The beast settled and Virgil got off. Hummed to himself, made a pattern and then the creature slowly walked away.

"It's territory has been invaded by another... once we got things in order we gotta do some wild keeping... is it like this everywhere?" He asked as he got back on the horse and urged it onward.

"Um... well... if you mean massive magical creatures making the roads unsafe at night... yes..." Patton admitted.

"My parents said it wasn’t this bad when the arch mage was still around," Roman offered.

"Hm... I guess it's not easy doing the job of ten high mages by yourself. And that’s just the wildlife. Don't get why he didn’t teach anyone how to do this though..." Virgil mused.

“Was… Bull riding dragons a regular activity for the high mages back in the day?” Logan asked.

Virgil chuckled. “Not for me. I haven’t done that in a long while. Even if I had been a wild-keeper, magical creatures didn’t tend to be this hostile towards humans, let alone a high mage. They know better. Or they did…

It's not Gustav’s fault really. From the sounds of it he spent twenty years trying to do all of our jobs by himself… I wish he’d reached out to Someone for help. Even if he didn’t find anyone who was willing to ascend, a great mage or even a well practiced common mage would have been able to lighten the load… There’s a lot more to do than I thought,” Virgil mused.

“So… What you are saying is… The dragons used to be nice?” Patton asked curiously.

“Well… I wouldn’t keep one as a pet… But most magical creatures would leave humans alone at the very least, even the carnivorous ones. I was kind of surprised that those wolves attacked us yesterday. I figured they must’ve been extremely hungry. But now…” Virgil mused.

Roman saw Patton light up. “So… I could pet them?” he pressed.

Virgil looked at Patton and Roman felt his curiosity almost push into his mind. Roman could guess the question. He pressed himself into Virgil’s back and let his fond exasperation at his friend’s almost detrimental love for creatures of all kinds respond for him.

Virgil chuckled. “Remus is going to love showing you all his favorite creatures once you can keep up with him,” he concluded.

Patton seemed to have completely forgotten about the worrisome title this particular friend of Virgil’s had gained for himself. He was just beaming at the prospect of one day petting all those creatures.

Virgil shook his head and focused on the road ahead.

“Any other dangers I should be aware off,” he mused after a bit. “Just so I can prepare,” he added.

“Nocturnal great beasts and bandits are our main concern,” Logan stated. “The light will likely attract both,” he added, looking at the magical torch.

Virgil hummed in understanding. “Delays by bad guys and grumpy beasts are likely… Got it,” he nodded pensively.

After a few moments of contemplation, Virgil waved the torch and from the light sprung phantom butterflies that fluttered all around them.

"Oooh!!!" Patton breathed in awe. Giggling as one briefly landed on his nose.

"I don't understand..." Logan admitted.

“Their form depends on if you are a danger to me. Any threat will see them as a danger sign," Virgil assured him. "And if they don't scare them off they'll warn us that something is approaching."

Logan nodded, feeling reassured.

"That is such a cool spell! Can you teach me!?" Patton gushed as he made a butterfly land on his hand.

"Sure. First you'll need a light..."

And for the next hour Virgil taught Patton how to make a magic torch. It wasn’t as bright as Virgil's but he insisted it was a good first try. The next three he spent helping him separate a piece of it and give it purpose... Patton grew a bit disappointed as he struggled to hold onto an orb, never mind giving it form.

"I've had a lot of practice. You just learned to make light on a stick. Which i don’t get. You don't even Need any support for that. None of you made an: we aren't allowed to do that face. So why don't you know how to make a torch?" Virgil wondered.

"We know how to make fire... maybe it just went out of style. Frivolous magics are generally considered a waste of energy," Logan offered.

Virgil huffed.

"Was... were there any rules in your day? Other than don't curse anyone...?" Roman wondered while Patton set his orb free and watched it float away a few feet before flickering out.

"You are getting better at it Patton. You gotta let it go. Don't try to hold on so much. Set it free and trust it will do what it is meant to," Virgil instructed before turning his attention to Roman.

"Oh there was illegal stuff. There were mages with the explicit job of finding dangerous herbs and either destroying them or putting up wards to make sure no one harvested them in secret. Not that that meant they weren't used at all. There have been kings who resorted to Rose Nettles to flip a spy. Zimmer Root has been used in torture... I only know about that because Janus was always up to his neck in the intricacies of court life. He kept unsavory things from me until after the king in question ended his reign. Not because he condoned it. Magical vows of loyalty are no joke," Virgil mused.

"Those are level eights..." Roman mused.

"Thats bad right?" Virgil wondered.

"The worst," Roman nodded.

"Well. Those are. We'll have to compare notes. I wouldn’t want you to pick up something that's actually nasty just because I made you think it’s a free for all," he offered.

Roman hummed into his back. Thinking back to the Rose Nettles he'd seen in the box back at the tower... no. Other subject.

"Your magic... it's a little red," he pointed out.

Virgil chuckled. "It is now. Thats a magic bond for you," he pointed out. Roman felt himself blush. Suddenly Virgil halted and got off, handing Roman the reigns. The sun was rising.

“Patton, keep practicing to let go of your magic. If you don’t believe it can last without you it won’t. So start with a simple command. I know you can do it,” he instructed seriously before turning to them as a group. “That's it for me for now. We should stop for some breakfast anyway." He suggested casually. Roman could feel his frustration though. He didn’t like being trapped like this.

Roman didn’t get a chance to say something. A flash of purple with a soft glow of red later and they all once again were looking at Virgil's Phoenix form.

They all got off their horses. “He has a point. It’s been a while since any of us ate. The horses will appreciate the rest and some fresh grass,” Logan pointed out.

They all nodded and led the horses to a small clearing on the side of the road where they let them graze as they gathered around for some breakfast in the increasing glow of the sunrise.

“So. I suppose we should try to contact the council again? At least see if the message has been passed on,” Roman mused as he held up his hand for Virgil to eat from.

“That would be a good idea. I’m a bit worried that we haven’t heard anything at all from them after being away for two days,” Logan mused.

“… Do you think Terance told the king as well? He did ask to be kept in the know of any findings…”

Paton wondered.

Roman looked at Virgil who was pretending to be too focused on his breakfast to follow the conversation. But he could feel that he was not.

The king had fond memories of this mage… Had he been hoping they’d find a clue as to what truly happened to his old mentor?

Roman didn’t even know their king had magic. Had he turned out less talented than Virgil had thought?

“If he didn’t, the king might end up reaching out to us himself…” Roman said worriedly.

Logan nodded. “Keeping our findings a secret will be… More complicated if that happens,” he mused.

“Would that be treason?” Patton asked worriedly.

“Let’s not worry about that just yet. We’ll discuss it with Virgil when he can talk again what he wants us to do if the king asks for our progress,” Roman suggested.

“We could say that we found strong evidence that the arch mage was looking into the night flame and that Noctora had a secondary residence and we are following up on both leads as fast as we can,” Logan mused.

Roman nodded. “We’ll see…” he allowed starting on his own breakfast after Virgil indicated he was satisfied.

After they were done eating, Roman retrieved the stone and cleared his throat.

“Great Mage Roman for the Council?” he called out a bit nervous now.

“Great Mage!” the reply came at once. “Ah, Terance again. Sorry, the council is still in a meeting… They have been since you three left honestly. We aren’t supposed to interrupt… Did you get to your destination?” Terence wondered.

“No, but we are making headway on deciphering some notes. Nothing concrete yet though. Only hope for answers. To more questions than we left with actually,” Roman offered.

“Oh?” Terence wondered.

“It’s too early to make any promises. But we should be returning with interesting findings,” Roman promised.

“Good! That’s great! I’ll leave you to it then! Good luck!!!” Terance bid. And then the stone went silent.

Roman put it away, frowning. “I know it’s good for us that there are no critical ears around him. But…”

Logan nodded. “Yeah. For the council to isolate themselves at this time… It is quite odd,” he agreed.

Patton gathered their things thoughtfully. “If it was something bad. Then Terence would tell us. He's a good kid,” he insisted.

None of them could argue against that, and it did make them feel a bit better. If Terence thought for even a moment something weird was going on he’d most likely defer to them to know what to do. After the council they were highest in rank in the wizard community…

Except… Roman supposed the king counted as part of the community… But he was highest in rank anyway. Terence would likely inform them and the king both regardless. Or be horrible at trying to hide it if the king ordered him to keep his worries to himself.

They continued on their journey once they ensured their horses were fed and watered sufficiently.

Virgil flew up. Scanned a bit of the road ahead for trouble and then returned to perch on Roman's shoulder. Roman found himself having an easier time understanding him than he had the days before. Holding semi conversations with him in a way through feelings and body language

Curiosity when Virgil landed on his shoulder. "How is it looking?"

Settling more comfortably and a happy feeling.

"No troubles for a good while"

A look at his position and bemused fondness. "You alright up there?"

Fond nibbling at his ear.

"Hush I'm napping here."

Or something along those lines.

As they progressed Patton kept practicing making a little orb exist separately from him, under the occasional gentle encouraging caw of Virgil.

By the time lunch came around he managed to make it float by his side for a few minutes before it dissolved. He was a bit disappointed Virgil had just been on one of his scouting flights to find a good lunch spot and hadn't seen him do it.

Not as disappointed as Logan was with his lack of progress. He almost skipped lunch, but Virgil was having none of that.

"Ow!" Logan called out when Virgil bit at his ear.

"Why would you do that?" He demanded. Virgil nodded to the lunch that was being set up and then held Logan's gaze for a long moment. Roman didn’t think that needed a translation.

"Fine," the diviner huffed as he put the journal away and joined his friends.

"Having a rough time?" Roman wondered as he once again fed Virgil before starting his own meal.

"It's not letting me past at all. Every time I feel like I have a grasp off the enchantment it snaps back with more force than before. I didn’t have anywhere near this much trouble yesterday," he complained.

Virgil chirped something, feeling unbothered, then he hopped over to Logan and chirped in encouragement. At least it felt the way it did whenever he had tried to hype Patton up.

"What?" Logan asked, exasperated.

"I think he is telling you that this was to be expected but to keep going at it," Roman offered.

Logan looked at him skeptically and then back to Virgil, who nodded.

"How?" He asked baffled.

"I'm getting better at interpreting his feelings and stuff," Roman shrugged. He didn't mention that he suspected that their link got stronger as their actual relationship grew. And since the baseline was: complete strangers, and it was (hopefully) heading towards a romantic connection... he wasn't sure what That would mean for their link if he was right.

"Hm," logan mused and then he went back to eating. Once their horses were ready to go again they got on and resumed their respective activities to pass the time and to not think too much about the implications of the council being unreachable.

Roman tried to see how long he could feel Virgil's presence through their link and if he could feel him returning before he could see him. It seemed there was quite a radius on this connection...

He did keep an eye on the road though... at least he thought he had.

"What's wrong Roman?" Patton wondered as Roman halted them.

"Um... we are supposed to go straight ahead," he said studying the map.

“Roman-”

“I am aware that there is no road Logan. That is why I’m stopping… I’m hoping Virgil will come back and… Hmmm…” Roman could feel Virgil approaching, but before he came into view he got farther away again…

“He’s confused too… And frustrated,” Roman concluded.

Logan dug through his pockets and moments later his eyes glowed blue.

“Hm. There used to be a road here. But it must’ve gotten overgrown over the years,” Logan stated as he got of his and Patton’s horse.

“Oh… No wonder Virgil is frustrated. This means we’ll have to take a longer way to his home right?” Patton mused.

“We’ll have to wait for him to turn back human and talk about it,” Roman shrugged.

“Nonsense. With all that talk about the earth having a memory I’d think the solution is rather obvious,” Logan huffed as he dug through his pouches again, reached for a book for a moment before thinking better of it. He sat himself down on the ground to meditate for a moment.

Roman just felt Virgil approach again when a soft blue glow surrounded Logan and his magic cut through the forest, lining out a path as far as Roman could tell.

And to his amazement the entire stretch of forest on this road, seemed to step aside to make room for the forgotten pathway…

What!?

Logan got up and dusted himself off, looking satisfied with the result.

“Hm. That went surprisingly well,” he mused. Was he being serious right now?

“I’ll say. It looked pretty impressive to watch the forest part from above. What are you going to call that one?” They all looked back and saw Virgil now back in his human form as the sun had gone down while they’d been staring at the newly reformed road.

“Pardon?” Logan asked.

“Well. As far as I know, no one’s ever made a forest split to make a path like that without destroying habitats. So what are you going to call that spell, Great Wizard Mage Logan of the forgotten roads?” he pressed.

“Wait… You mean this is official? I have… I have made a new spell?” Logan gasped.

“Being a High Mage, linked to the academy for that matter… Yes I have that authority,” Virgil confirmed.

Logan was beaming and looked back at his road.

“I think I’ll call it restoration reforestation,” he mused.

Virgil chuckled. “Good one. Thank you, by the way. This saved us a very long detour,” he added before getting on his and Roman’s horse.

Logan nodded weightily at Virgil and joined Patton on their horse.

Roman let out a sigh. He was going to be insufferable about being first, wasn’t he?

“Virgil, about the notes. You seemed to have thoughts on it, but as Roman’s, admittedly impressive, translations aren’t quite fluent yet, perhaps you could elaborate?” Logan asked. His tone strangely formal but also more comfortable talking to Virgil than he had been since meeting him. Well, giving him a special recognition of his talents that hasn’t been awarded to anyone in the past half century would make him warm up to someone.

He was not quite ready to drop decorum around him completely. But that was to be expected.

Virgil was still a high mage. And far more experienced and connected than them even with being gone for fifty years. Logan had actually been rather direct and confrontational with him all things considered.

“Sure. It’s not uncommon for the first protection to be obvious and easy. It’s supposed to stroke the ego of the mage or wizard who’s trying to read the text and make them misjudge their own abilities. So either they won’t notice the second layer, or they get too frustrated with not being able to break through the second one as easy and give up. Considering this encryption was still fairly noticeable, I’d assume there is another one better hidden underneath this one. So just so you are prepared. The type of encryption will also be very different. You’d be surprised how many mages will just get stuck on trying the same thing over and over again even if it’s clear that it doesn’t work like that this time,” Virgil listed.

Logan nodded. “Yes I noticed that the method I used yesterday didn’t do much. I have been trying to get a hold of the magic but it just slips through my fingers,” he admitted.

“Have you tried starting somewhere where you know what should be underneath? From what I read it’s all covered in metaphors and embellishment, so maybe start with something where you are reasonably certain of what you’ll find underneath. The more concrete the better.

So, a name or a place or a date,” Virgil explained.

Logan nodded. “Yes… I think I see what you mean. Thank you. I will make another attempt before we settle for another rest. You will be teaching us a more advanced method of this sleeping ritual?” he asked.

Virgil quirked his brow. “Yes. But I will remind you again that you shouldn’t overdo it. Nap responsibly,” he pointed out.

Logan nodded. “Of course. Overburdening my body is not my intent. But saving seven hours even half of the days… It is quite exciting,” he insisted.

Virgil smirked, a nostalgic fondness filling him and flowing into Roman’s mind. Hm… Logan must remind him of someone.

“We’ll be at the town soon. Sooner if these beauties feel like a quick sprint…?” Virgil suggested.

“Well, we can see if they have it in them,” Logan mused.

“Or we can ask,” Virgil pointed out. Roman felt him shift behind him.

“Excuse me. Do you two feel up for a quick race to the other side of this stretch of forest, there will be food and rest and water there,” he offered. The horses neighed and shook their heads in excitement.

“They’re game,” Virgil smirked.

Patton let out a squeal. He’d always wanted to learn animal speech spells but they’d all struggled a bit with the material. Virgil had proven a good teacher though, so maybe he’d have more luck explaining it.

“Well let’s go then,” Roman smirked. And so they were off, racing down the road. Roman enjoying the way Virgil held onto his waist and pressed into his back as the world flashed them by so fast they might as well be flying…

And then they were out of the forest and moments later the road opened up into a town. This one less of a farmer community, there was a large lake nearby with a river feeding into it so Roman assumed that this town was more of a fish based economy.

Though that didn’t have to mean that there was no food or herb growing going on.

“Whoa, there. Well done. Let’s get you darlings some first class treatment alright?” Virgil smiled as he got off. He felt at home here. It made Roman smile to see him so at ease. But also worried. Time was bound to hit him again…

Virgil led them through the village with the confidence of someone who'd walked this path many times.

He brought them to an inn where he arranged for their horses to be fed and watered and given a place to rest for a few hours. He paid and asked the innkeeper if the "bosh" family still lived here.

The innkeeper seemed surprised but gave directions that amused Virgil. He thanked her and led them on.

"Still the same old house. The son should be in his sixties now. I wonder if he'd recognize me. He was a kid when I was last here..." Virgil smiled, excited.

Roman shared a look with his friends. It seemed the relief of not having to make a detour and the adrenaline of the race had Virgil feeling optimistic...

Roman was glad, but also worried that this visit wouldn't go the way Virgil was hoping for.

They approached the two story house surrounded by a flower garden. Nothing that Ro recognized as a magic honing plant though...

Virgil knocked on the door undeterred.

A young man opened the door.

"Can I help you?" The young man asked.

"Very likely. Can you tell me what the most talented herbiologist family does for a living nowadays?" He asked. The man paled and stepped outside and closed the door.

"Who are you? Did the council send you to make sure we were still "behaving"? He hissed.

"Hm. Seems I’ll have to straighten out a few of those Council members. But no. Genuinely curious. It seems a waste of the gathered knowledge of 12 generations... I suppose you would be the 15th, since Zoë went into the forest to log all she could about wild growing herbs until she could provide perfect growing conditions in her own garden for each. She practically lived in that forest for 15 years before she went from a gatherer of herbs to someone the magical community came to for her homegrown herbs." Virgil recalled. Roman should have guessed that Virgil likely knew this family since their beginning.

"... yes... I... I’m a florist, actually. My mother took the knowledge on herbs and applied it on flowers. I'm trying to add tea and kitchen herbs to our wares, but...I haven't been granted permission yet," the young man admitted.

Virgil nodded a bit saddened.

"What is all that ruckus about...?” An elderly voice came from the other side of the door before it opened.

"Nothing, grandpa, please go back inside," the young man insisted gently.

The old man took in the lot of them, and his eyes widened in shock. "Master Virgil... is that really you?" he gasped. Apparently, he recognized him.

"Hello Lucas. It is a long story and one I'm not ready to share before all the pieces are clear.

But I do find myself in need of something from the old garden. You wouldn't happen to have kept your mischief going, would you?" Virgil smirked knowingly.

The man grinned and turned, beckoning them to follow.

"When that Gustav man became arch mage, whatever that was supposed to mean, he sent guards to every herb seller in the kingdom. That was when we learned why master Janus was late to pick up his tea order. I still have it, by the way. I took good care of it.

Mother was heartbroken, and then they burned the garden down. But I saved some of it while they were telling mother and father their orders. No one was minding me. And I prepared them all the way mother taught me." They had made it to what Roman assumed had to be the old man's bedroom. He knelt down and removed an old floorboard underneath which he had stashed several boxes of likely very illegal herbs.

"Grandpa!" The grandson exclaimed in astonishment as Virgil opened them and grinned from ear to ear.

"Moonflowers! Lucas, you are a hero. All of this will be very helpful. And I will give Janus the tea. Thank you. You've done your family proud," he stated sincerely.

"Grandpa!" The young man repeated more insistently.

"Sam. When a high mage needs something, you provide it. Especially when it is one who is such a dear old friend of the family," Lucas scolded. Sam paled. "High..." he breathed.

Lucas turned to Virgil without a word. "I never believed you were truly gone, master Virgil." He insisted. "And I am not alone. You have quite a few friends you can still count on if you knock at their door," he promised. Virgil smiled and took the elderly man's hand. "I know. Take care, Lucas. If I have it my way, things will be set right soon," he promised.

There were tears in the man's eyes and he nodded. Patting his hand. "Good. Good. Now you go rest up and head home. You still have ways to go. And I didn’t manage to get hold of enough amber roots to hasten your trip. I will get started on teaching my grandson and my daughter of their heritage while you fix things. Next harvest will be a bountiful one," he mused. Virgil nodded, pulled at the old man's ear, making him laugh, put the boxes away with care and rose to look at them. "Rest and then we head straight home," he announced with tangible relief.

[kreamcakez]

Size Difference: Suguru Geto

(Kinktober day 1)

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Head cannons.

Smut and a lil fluff

CW: NSFW, gender neutral reader in mind, size kink/ difference, fingering( I think), and my random ass thoughts.) ★Not proof read.★

★AN: The Main kink I wanna focus on is Size difference but there might be other kinks that I slip in😗 but idk lol I don't really know if this counts for a kinktober thing, but I hope it does. Just know theses are my own thoughts and opinions, so keep anything you don't like to yourself please and thank you. 👍🏽

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★ I personally see Geto as a guy who sometimes worries he could hurt you with his size. I'd also like to think he's pretty big, and not only height and frame. Like he's big downstairs to. So he tends to worry about being to much in size.

★ Once you tell him that you like his size and that you don't mind it. He'll ask if you're sure and then once you tell him you personally enjoy who big he is, he's more positive about his size. (It's something like this) ↓

Geto: "My size doesn't bother, you does it?"

You: "No, I like your size"

Geto: "Are you sure?"

You: "Yes I'm sure, I love how big you are"

(Or you can fill in the blanks on how you'll respond)

★ Geto doesn't use his size to overpower you, in fact he'll let you dom him if you want. On the days he kinda stressed or exhausted I feel like he wants you to top him. But on really bad days when he needs to blow off some stress, he'll dom.

★When it comes to cuddles he's mostly big spoon. For some reason I think he likes the thought of you in his arms. Just cuddling you and holding you close to him. It makes him feel happy. Also on days when he's upset he'll just hold you in his lap and wrap you in his arms or hill be a little spoon.

★ I'd say he has a slight breeding kink. Just slightly 🤏🏽. Like he does enjoy seeing you under him. Just so blissed out. Your eyes teary. He just likes looking at you. He likes looking at you every more when you're all dumbed out.

★ He'll use his fingers, his thick long fingers. He'll curl them, spin them around. He's really good with his hands. I'd personally like to believe he'll tease you in your most sensitive spots with his fingers, mostly his middle and index finger, and the more sound you make the more he'll tease.

★ I like to believe Geto enjoys holding you close to him after you both had sex, he'll hold you in his arms like there's no tomorrow, He gives little kisses and over all just showers you with his affection and sweet words. Until you both are a sleep.

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AN: sorry for thing not being organized I just wrote down my thoughts as they came to my brain, I hope you've enjoyed this. And I'll try to make my author's notes Shorter because I talk to much.😶🫶🏽

[gemstone-roses]

Giles X reader

Me and @my-head-is-an-animal were talking and agreed what needed to be done about the lack of fics for Giles. So here we are.

Thankyou so much @my-head-is-an-animal for reading this over and giving me some fab advice!

Summary: Giles helps you through an anxiety attack.

Word count: 1k ish.

Warnings: contains descriptions of an anxiety attack, loneliness, vague mentions of how people and life can be unkind sometimes. Heavy hurt comfort vibes I can't stop thinking about being comforted by this man okay.

A:N- everyone experiences anxiety differently and this fic will reflect my experiences, but I hope this brings comfort to anyone reading this, as it did for me when writing it. As always 18+ only thankyou! This took SO long to write so please be nice and kind thanku 😊.

Giles knew immediately he liked you. There was something about you, something, endearing.

You walked in one evening after seeing the assistant required poster on the town noticeboard and when Giles had asked what qualifications you had you responded simply and almost nervously, 'I love books'.

He'd held out his hand and chuckled 'your hired'.

You'd become fast friends with the British librarian ever since. Helping him get books for his students… and the buffy gang, you soon became familiar with the layout of the library.

You spent your evenings curled up in the chair, books piled lazily on the floor, and before long you didn't even need to hesitate to remember the shelf when giles or willow asked for a specific book.

You stayed late most nights, Giles would turn off the main lights and make you a cup of tea while you read and he researched. He looked adorable with his glasses hanging out his mouth when he was thinking .He'd hand you the steaming mug, saucer too, because he's Giles, with a smile each time.

It's been a busy week, every night you've stayed late with giles and buffy and co to help deal with some demon or other.

Finally, the demon was dealt with and buffy and everyone left to have some sort of socialising after a night of battling. You just want to curl up with a book, you've felt off all day and nothing has quite snuffed out that feeling. Usually when you felt like this you'd curl up under the thickest blankets you could find in your place and you'd fiddle with the chain on your neck.

It was a simple piece of jewellery, the small circle hanging in the middle of the chain contained your favourite quote from one of your favourite books in tiny writing. It brought you comfort whenever your hands reached for it. The words brought you comfort.

You'd always found more comfort and affection in books than in people. In the past, life or rather, some people in it, had not been kind to you.

And when that happened, you found your escape in books.

"Tea?" Giles asks, sighing, sending a small smile your way.

"Mm no thanks" you shook your head. You shivered slightly.

"Are you alright?" Giles asks, eyebrows raised, you never turn down a cup of tea from him, it worried him slightly, but he pressed on.

"Mm, just tired" you assured him with a small smile.

Giles is unconvinced.

"Right" he says, and he does that little nod that he does when he's not really paying attention when he's researching and someone talks to him, except this time he is paying attention.

"I'll just put these books back and then I'll get off for the night" you say, your not looking at him though, almost past him. standing up and gathering the books with one hand, the other hand wraps around the chain hanging round your neck, twisting it round your fingers.

"Y/n?" Giles asks, and you're far too concentrated on holding onto the pile of books in your hand you don't notice he's right in front of you.

"Giles" you say, finally looking up at him, your sure that his piercing but concerned gaze can see right through you, right through to your heart hammering in your chest.

Giles takes the books out of your hand gently and places them on top of the shelf.

His hand comes back and lingers on your arm.

"What's the matter?" And he asks so softly you think you might break down then.

Your hand goes back to fiddle with the chain around your neck, it's the only thing you know for a fact brings you even an ounce of comfort ,but Giles reaches for your hand instead, pulling it away, he closes his hand, which is much bigger than yours, around it.

It's a gesture your unfamiliar with.

"I- I'm fine" you whisper

Giles frowns, his hand still holding yours.

"It's alright" he whispers, and the hand that's on your arm squeezes

You close your eyes and let out a shaky breath.

"Hey look at me" Giles says softly.

"m sorry, I don't, i cant- " you go dizzy, your breathing becomes faster, your head spins.

"Breathe,y/n" Giles says. His tone is laced with concern as he looks at you, your chest heaves as he moves his hand to your chin.

"Y/n, i got you" he says softly, his hand swipes at a tear running down your cheek.

"No" you whisper, and Giles frowns again but this time its because he can see you're not used to this kind of… affection, of this kind of.. comfort. And Giles feels a sudden pang of sadness at that,and then an overwhelming urge to make sure you never feel so alone again.

"Come here" he whispers, pulling you into his tight embrace.

You wrap your arms around him like your clinging to a life raft.

"There you go, I got you love" he comforts.

Giles holds you until you've stopped shaking.

"What can I do?" He asks after a moment, still not letting you go.

"im cold" you whisper,

"and tired" you added.

"Come on" he says, ushering you over to the couch in his little office.

Giles shrugs off his jacket and places it over you, when he's satisfied your sufficiently tucked in with his jacket, he sits in the corner of the couch, pulling you close to him.

you bring your knees up to your chest as you curl into him.

His fingers move slowly up and down your arm, comforting. Safe.

"Giles?" You whisper, and he stops and moves slightly.

"Hmm?" He says

"Thankyou" you say softly, and you wrap your arm around his waist and drift off in his embrace.

[ewanmitchelll]

Imagine Taylor Swift’s songs (XVIII): Lavender Haze.

Imagine you and Osferth hit the road.

Warnings: smut, fluff.

Warnings 2: based on this aesthetic here <<https://www.tumblr.com/ewanmitchelll/737975550586634240/moodboard-on-the-road-with-osferth>>

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• Meet me at midnight

He stops by your house by midnight. In silent steps, with no warning, he rings the bell. You are about to slide in your bed, for you’ve had a long day but anxieties prevented you sleeping earlier and get a proper rest.

“Who…?”

Your inquiring dies in your throat when realizing, through the eye door, who stands the other side of it.

You sigh and unlock it, before saying:

“Really, Osferth? Honey, it’s Thursday and it’s midnight.”

Your boyfriend is dressing comfortable clothes, the same as usual. Despite the hour of the wolf, he looks restless as you let him in.

“What’s going on? Couldn’t you have called me?”

Osferth walks in, hands in his pocket. Then a glint of mischief is perceived in his eyes. What’s he planning now?

“I could not sleep. I wanted to see you.”

He smiles when detecting a blush painting your cheeks. Now that the lights are on and he’s at your place, Osferth takes a better look at you.

You dress cozy, warm pajamas—and it happens to be that pair he gifted you on Christmas, velvet teddy bear pink pajamas, very appropriated and cute for winter—and your hair is completely a mess. Not to mention the sleep-eye you have over your forehead.

“You look gorgeous, my darling”, he shortens the distance, peppering your face with kisses.

“Why thank you, honey. But now I am worried”, you put your hands around his neck. “What happened? You didn’t come all this way to tell me I’m beautiful.”

Osferth smiles at you and nothing warms his heart more than seeing how he affects you, when spotting the same spark of joy in your eyes, the smile that unconsciously rips open your lips… It’s been two years and what you two have remains special, untouched by time.

“As much as this would make me the last romantic of the world”, says he in a whisper, pleased to make you giggle, “I came here to steal you away. Let’s hit the road and do something different.”

Your eyes go wide and you part the embrace to step back.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Yup. Let’s do it, hit the road with me, Y/N.”

You have many arguments at why you cannot simply get away with him, but none reaches your tongue. Instead you tilt your head and say:

“Fine. Let me pack my stuff, will you?”

***

• Starin' at the ceilin' with you. Oh, you don't ever say too much and you don't really read into my melancholia… I've been under scrutiny (yeah, oh, yeah). You handle it beautifully (yeah, oh, yeah). All this shit is new to me (yeah, oh, yeah)

Silence hangs comfortably as he drives with you by his side, no destination intended. Whilst you sleep on the driver’s backseat, Osferth opens briefly the window on his left and lets his hand holding a cigarette out so the smoke doesn’t trouble you.

At times this son of Alfred, high skilled diplomat under King Charles III of England, is impulsive and somewhat reckless, but never entirely unpredictable.

However, now that he has finally some time to himself, he wants to spend it with you. Osferth has recently started working as a college professor after finishing his PhD. A path that his father, however, did not initially look with good eyes. Alfred preferred to have inserted his children at politics or at royalty, by somehow making them approach the royal ladies and lords. Only Edward, his youngest son, followed his path.

Æthelflæd has recently married Uhtred Ragnarsson and is residing at Bebbanburg, located in the north of country. As far as Osferth knows, she’s just recently found out she’s having their first baby.

Stepping away from these domestic affairs reminds him of what liberty is like. You and him share a common taste for pursuing it whenever social pressure is too much for you.

As he casts a look at you, Osferth is reminded the first time he met Finan’s sister and how he fell for you.

It was actually at Uhtred’s fancy feast, but you looked just as an outsider as he was, specially when both of you were introverts who happened to be selectively extroverts and that night was particularly not one for the latter.

You two shared a couple of beers and turned out talking a lot, on the floor and staring at the ceiling of a random room. Curiously, this didn’t end up in a session of make out—because by then you had a boyfriend, whom soon was dumped out.

As he casts a quick gaze at you, hearing you snore lightly, Osferth’s memory of you two connecting with time comes in the back of his mind, the shock in his best friend’a face when he caught you two kissing at Uhtred’s gardens—in another occasion, of course…

He inhales the smoke of the cigarette, exhaling next when remembering the first time you two started you relationship. You were the one to tell how you came to love him. You admitted it half drunk at his birthday party, and that night he held you close against his chest… only in the morning to make love to you.

“Fuck”, he smokes out, cursing under his breath as he is reminded of how you like to straddle his lap. Promptly he dismisses his memories otherwise things would get… uncomfortable.

Road is easy, wind blowing against his hand before he throws away the used cigarette making the scenario perfect to calm his inner storms. Too much pressure on his work, some quarrels with Edward in regard politics…

“I frankly don’t give a fuck to anything. I wasn’t born to live a fancy life…”

He sighs. Hours have been spent on the road and by the time sun begins to set it’s first rays in the promising warm sky, Osferth needs a rest. Finding a random hostel, he stops by and gently wakes you up.

“Mm”, you grumble.

Osferth finds sensible not to say you’ve been drooling.

“We must rest, love. Come”, says he in his usual tone, calm and peaceful.

You follow him, trusting him completely as he leads you inside. Your face is buried in his neck, as he helps you stand.

“Sweet Y/Nickname, you can’t simply sleep and walk at the same time.”

“I can”, you counter argue him. “It’s called sleepwalking my darling.”

Osferth chuckles.

“And here we go…”

Funny, though, as the moment you eventually drop in the bed of the room he arranges for you both, your eyes are instantly open.

“Where are we?”, you ask, too comfortable to stand, watching as he drops to your side.

“Winchester, I dare say. Do you want to visit some of the historical places tomorrow?”, he inquires, already about to fall asleep.

You nuzzle against his neck, cuddling against him as his open arms welcome you in between.

“Of course I do”, you beam. “Thank you, Osferth, for making my days better…”

You chuckle when he doesn’t respond you straight away. At the loud sound of his snores, Osferth has succumbed to sleep.

***

• I feel the lavender haze creepin' up on me. Surreal, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say. No deal, the 1950s shit they want from me… I just wanna stay in that lavender haze.

As you two walk hand in hand between ancient pillars that stood through times amidst modern buildings in clear contrast between past and present, you come to realize how much you like to do your things with him.

When looking at Osferth, no words are enough to describe what he makes you feel. But damn, in secrecy you long to be his wife, to be his every day partner and even perhaps to mother his children.

Naturally your pride doesn’t let you express this views out loud… not when you once mocked Stiorra, your long time friend, for what you judged to be “1950’s shit” where marriage and children are concerned.

But there’s nothing wrong in changing one’s mind. You are proof of it, even if you are scared to admit it to yourself.

“I feel the weight of your stare”, Osferth mumbles as he lights another cigarette.

“I was merely admiring my boyfriend”, you flash him a smirk. “…and also wondering if we could stay one more night here?”

You love to make Osferth blush and look shyly down at his hands.

“Well, I was hoping we could set ourselves back to the road, but what is it you have in mind?”

“Some wine and random lecture”, you suggest.

“Wine is good. But what would you like to debate today?”

The fact he is diplomatic and listener makes you swoon. And Osferth can read it in you, because you disguise poorly how deep your affections for him are. Which is why he smiles to himself, locking hands with you as you two stroll around this old town.

“Socrates, perhaps? It’s a good day to philosophy.”

“I am open to philosophy”, he muses, “or we could debate early medieval England’s kingship.”

You laugh at his excitement about the passion he shares with you: history, wars, weapons, kings… all that has now been reallocated to what is now the past.

“We may see how this will do. You more than often stand for the House of Wessex and God knows why”, you tease him with a playful eye roll.

Osferth responds by holding you from behind, his chin rested on your shoulder, his hands lightly tickling your waists. The sound of your laughters echoes in the air, only stopped as you are turned onto him.

“Silly head”, you tease him.

Right there, at the sidewalk, there is no one but you and him. World seems to spin slowly, nothing else matters.

His hands around your neck, moving higher to cup your face… This is what liberty feels like. When he sees you as who you really are and stays because of it, not in spite of your vices and virtues.

He stays.

His eyes tell you this. He is not leaving. And you, drowning in these blue irises, leave every insecurity aside the moment your lips so willingly clash against his.

It’s a passionate kiss. Always is. Like a thermometer of the love one feels for the other, never disappoints in measuring high temperatures. It’s addictive, it’s perfectly synced.

But you must be always on guard if you are not inclined to be slaved by the passion his kiss and caressing prompt you to.

As you part, however, it begins to rain.

“Looks like we are anticipating our wine evening.”

You chuckle quietly, eyeing him fondly as your thumb strokes over his when locking fingers with him.

“It looks so.”

***

• Talk your talk and go viral. I just need this love spiral. Get it off your chest. Get it off my desk (get it off my desk)

You both are soaked by the time you get to the hostel. As you quickly head towards the shower, Osferth, tossing away his shirt, makes his priority open a bottle of wine he’d purchased for you two. Since he’s not driving tonight, he’s allowing some fun to happen.

And this is what is in your mind too. Moved by a feverish instinct of what this wine might result, you opt to wear a nice black pajamas that, however, are very loose—perhaps more appropriate for summer but because there’s heater in your room, you know there will have no cold to make the choice of your clothing improperly.

Or maybe you do want to look improper. The idea makes you chuckle to yourself.

When door is open, like you presumed, heater is already warming the room. But what does warm your body is seeing your boyfriend partly nude on his waist, lighting the fireplace as he waits for you.

Your eyes scan his well build muscles, small scars collected through his restless childhood and impulsione teenager days that mark his skin, with stories you are already familiar with. His long neck, his hair cut, his well lined jawline, his…

“Why do I sense a pair of eyes over me?”

Osferth turns his head and when he sees you, the jest in his blue eyes are quickly replaced by a glint of mischief that already makes you weak on your knees.

“Goodness me”, he whistles, standing as he comes to meet you. “What do we have here?”

���Osferth…”, you blush, but you enjoy the way his gaze lingers at the silk cotton blouse that barely covers your chest and the shorts that quite leaves exposed your legs.

“Damn it”, your usually composed boyfriend groans quietly. “Making it difficult for me, eh?”

You blink your eyelashes innocently, pushing him aside gently.

“Get yourself a shower first, Osferth.”

He laughs, bitting down his bottom lip as he watches you heading to the kitchen. Osferth sighs in feigned pain. This is a promising night… certainly more than he’d planned.

***

It is not unusual, to your disconcert, that you are easily aroused every time Osferth opens his mouth to make his long discourses of the difference between the use of long swords and daggers in battle.

To worse is that he’s only dressing his boxes. Your legs are almost unconsciously rubbing to repress the aching that burns your womanhood. And you take a long sip of wins, struggling to keep it discreet.

However, Osferth knows your weak spots. And he can tell how your body reacts to his speech. It’s when it becomes unbearable to ignore it further that, placing himself right beside you, says he:

“I’ve always wondered whether my voice impacts you somehow.”

“Why would you do that?”, you ask, pretending to be busy sipping your wine.

Leaving aside his already emptied glass, Osferth leans to kiss your neck very gently, softly just as you like it. The moment his lips brush against your exposed neck is when you slightly arch your back… and he has a peek of your pink nipples.

“Is that a yes, dear Y/Nickname?”, the more his tongue moves to your neck, the more shivers run over you.

And he takes his time, resting his hands around your waist. You tilt your head to the side, trying to hold back the growing lust in you. But Osferth is not letting it happen.

His expertise tongue is going to your shoulder, as his hand starts to play with the shoulder trap of your black blouse, not satisfied until your head falls back and you are barely breathing in anticipation.

“I missed this”, he whispers in your ear as his hands cup your exposed breasts, there spending a long while as you give in easily.

“Oh Osferth!”, you sing out his name as your boyfriend drinks of the view, already experimenting an unbearably ache in his pants.

“Yes?”, he bites your earlobe, never tiring of seeing your nipples going hard under his touch, already wishing to feel each under his drooling tongue.

“It feels so good”, Osferth smiles at it, pleased to provide you these sensations.

It only gets better the moment he helps removing your shorts and his hands find way to where you like them to be: in between your legs.

*

Yet, you know him good. Underneath his good boy demeanor, there lies a bad one that he saves only for his girl. And it comes out when he’s over you, thrusting you the way you like, slow, deep and intense.

“Oh Gaaawd!”, you cry out as he locks your hands above your neck, whimpering right under his sensual moves.

Osferth smirks down on you, eyeing you with a mix of devotion and lust. Nothing looks, nor feels, better than watching you come undone… despairly so. And when you lift your legs, he slaps your bum respectfully.

“That’s my woman”, he speaks in between greeted teeth.

His pace now increases and it needs no more than a few minutes before your screams are muffled by his lips as you reach your climax. As it doesn’t before he follows you, this time forgetting to come out of your legs, not deep inside of you.

But you know what? You love it. You smile to yourself as you feel that warm liquid going right into your uterus.

Fuck the consequences. Perhaps this is what you’ve always wanted.

***

• That lavender haze, I just wanna stay in that lavender haze…

Osferth knows a perfect place to take you. Aware of your fondness for lavender fields, it’s where he drives you.

Once more, you are asleep as you two hit the road. Like usually, Osferth drives fast, (almost) never surpassing the speed limit. It amuses him, though, how easily you sleep in a car. The sight brings him peace and contentment, because there are moments you talk in your sleep and it’s often sweet words.

“I love you, Osferth. Very much so.”

It’s like the day before when you get yourselves drunk. You are more open, sentimentally speaking, when alcohol holds the reins of your tongue than otherwise sober.

“I love you too, Y/Nickname”, he mumbles, taking your hand with his right one and gently holding it.

A sigh in contentment fills the car. Today there is no radio as Osferth opts to hear the sounds of nature, as it’s raining. A sound that gladdens his introspective soul.

After a few hours, he manages to get to the destination he’s planned. Gently, he wakes you up.

“Honey”, Osferth whispers in your ear, nuzzling against your cheek. “Please wake up. I want to show you something.”

“Mm”, you purr, smiling quietly as he places tons of kisses at your forehead, cheek and nose. “Do I, really?”

“Ay”, and as you detect excitement in his voice you open your eyes. “I think you’ll like it.”

You lean to peck his lips.

“How perfect you are”, you say, smitten.

Osferth blushes, a beautiful sight to behold.

“Never perfect, my darling. I fear you have bewitched eyes.”

You giggle. He makes you sigh like a little girl after all those years, having knocked down your Irish pride with just his way of being.

“Indeed. I believe you have bewitched my body and soul.”

“I think I may have heard something like that somewhere”, he smiles at you.

But Osferth doesn’t want to waste any more of your time as he’s anxious to see how you’ll react. And when you eventually comply to his wishes and see where you have been taken to, you are speechless.

And with teary eyes.

“…my love?”, he asks, reluctant.

Right under your gaze lies a field of lavenders, a mix of green and purple with grey clouds painting the horizon. Removing your shoes off your feet, you want to feel the grass against your skin, experimenting a type of liberty rarely felt.

You’ve always wanted to connect with nature like this, and you’ve never thought…

“Oh, Osferth!”, you turn at him and throw your hands around his neck.

“A-Are you ok? I am worried whether…”

“Shush, you fool. Can’t you see how I loved this? You are the best!”

His face goes bright pink. And he hasn’t even started it yet.

“Come here, I want you to see something…”

Without hesitation, Osferth leads the way and suddenly you two are walking inside this lavender field as if you are entering another world. You cast him a puzzling look, but await until you are at the center of it, close to a lake.

There is no time to admire this idilic scenario because suddenly Osferth goes to one knee and pulls from his pocket a velvet blue small box.

“My sweet temperance, lover and best of friends, good woman of gentle heart and sharp wit”, he begins and you cannot help a sob, specially when seeing him going emotional too. “This has been a hell of a ride, hasn’t it? Literally so. But it had the sole purpose of not only bringing you close to the wilderness as it was an old dream of yours because it reminds you of the Irish countrysides and we haven’t had the opportunity to go there yet.”

“Osferth!”, is all you can say in the midst of soft sobs his sweet words put you through.

“I am no poet so allow me to be straight at once”, he clears his throat, but to no avail, for he too weeps. “You are the love of my life, Y/N. I want to take you as my wife and love you, carnally and spiritually, for the rest of my days. Will…”

“Yes!”, you throw yourself over him, knocking him down at the grass. “A thousand times yes!”

And here he is chuckling, but not kissing you until he gets to slide the ring in your finger first. Only then, amidst this lavender field, Osferth takes his soon to be wife’s face and, holding it dearly with his hands, there he kisses it, passionately too.

A perfect ending for a new beginning…

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[Reverence] — Scaramouche SMAU

iii. — eating the rich ft. elynsian, kunimouche, eiternal ♡

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[stream transcript]

[elynsian] — it's been so long since i've played val, this feels so strange.

[maskedadepti] — we can't have you abandoning the game like that, this is why we're bringing you back.

[elynsian] — haha, good luck with that~

[kunimouche] — don't need the luck, just this stream will be enough to get you hooked again.

[maskedadepti] — here, y/n—just look at me playing this match, i'm gonna play so well i'll knock your socks off, you won't be able to help the urge you have to surpass my scores next match.

[elynsian] — i'll spectate your every move then, my eyes are on you, xiao.

[kunimouche] — more like on your screen.

[elynsian] — i thought it was funny, why'd you have to go throw me under the bus like that?

[maskedadepti] — i wish i could say this was something new but... it's not.

[kunimouche] — why would i ever change?

[maskedadepti] — you wouldn't, i guess.

[elynsian] — what is this bestie feud i'm hearing?

[kunimouche] — not besties.

[maskedadepti] — after all we've been through...

[kunimouche] — like losing matches together?

[maskedadepti] — and winning matches, you make it sound like we're bad at this game.

[kunimouche] — maybe you are, but me? never, i'm a god at this game.

[elynsian] — from what i'm seeing on screen right now, xiao isn't half bad. pretty good, actually.

[kunimouche] — well...

[maskedadepti] — did you hear that, kuni? they said i'm good.

[kunimouche] — okay but are you as rich as i am?

[maskedadepti] — huh? what does that have to do with this?

[kunimouche] — i'm just saying... y/n and i still don't know each other as well, they have to know how affluent i was growing up. being rich outsells your skill.

[elynsian] — i can't say the same, i was in a bit of a tight financial situation, haha...

[maskedadepti] — kuni, that's a slightly sensitive topic for a lot of people, everyone can tell you're rich, you don't have to flaunt it.

[elynsian] — it's okay... it's just a bit off-putting. i don't think wealth is something i'm comfortable talking about on stream.

[maskedadepti] — of course, yeah, let's just move back to the game, we're almost done with this match.

[elynsian] — thanks, i think i'm gonna get off after this game though, i don't feel like playing right now.

[kunimouche] — y/n, i-

[elynsian] — don't worry about it. let's focus on the game.

summary; kunikuzushi only became a streamer to follow in his idol's footsteps. but now, he’s ahead of the person he idolized and they have no idea who they are or what they mean to him. due to his ego, instead of explaining the situation in natural ways, kuni has to show his affection with… different methods.

aka: the guide on how to romance your favorite streamer, y/n. 

reblogs, likes, comments are very appreciated + help a lot <3

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a/n; first time doing transcript things, quite fitting for smau, it was fun! sorta angsty relationships issues so early in i couldn't help it <3 they're just getting to know each other and dealing with the uncomfortable moments that can come with that, also please read the note from the previous chapter if you haven't!

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Game master / Episode 18

Author: Akira

Characters: Hiiro, HiMERU, Aira, Kohaku

"As Nii-san's little brother, that is Hiiro Amagi's honest opinion. His deduction."

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Season: Winter

Location: Amagi's House

Hiiro: Fumu. But a farewell gift, huh?

In that case, the "culprit" that HiMERU-san mentioned earlier would be—

Could it be you're talking about Nii-san?

HiMERU: How did you come to that conclusion?

Hiiro: For Nii-san, the female AkanP is the producer that shared his hardships during his solo career. He feels indebted to her, and given Nii-san's character, he hopes to return the favor.

Aira: Is he really that dutiful? Doesn't he seem like he'd just laugh off and skip out on debts?

He treated his adorable little brother, Hiro-kun, so roughly after he worried and cared for him. In other words, he's ungrateful and shameless.

Hiiro: That's not true. Nii-san has gotten so twisted that it's hard to read his true intentions, but I don't think he'd repay kindness with betrayal.

Rather, the gratitude I've repaid is nowhere near enough for the kindness and affection I've received from Nii-san all along.

I've come to think that recently. No, I was convinced of it that summer.

So even now, I still love Nii-san.

And never again will I think of Nii-san as a despicable traitor who abandoned his hometown and me.

HiMERU: .........

Hiiro: In the past, Nii-san was a monarch. Born and raised for that purpose.

However, he rebelled against that destiny and ran away from his hometown.

He didn't want to be a monarch who devoted himself to his people, he wanted to be something much different.

Aira: And what was that?

Hiiro: In that summer, amidst that sweltering heat... No, even from a long time ago, Nii-san has been asserting it with his entire being.

"I want to become an idol."

Aira: .........

Hiiro: Before, I didn't fully understand what that meant.

I didn't know what being an idol was yet.

Aira: Ahaha. At that time, Hiro-kun kept on asking the same question.

—"What is an idol?"

Do you understand a little better now?

Hiiro: A little, yeah. Thanks to Aira, Tatsumi-senpai, Mayoi-senpai, and everyone else who taught me.

An idol is someone who makes others smile, brings happiness to them.

And in doing so, they find their own smiles and happiness.

They're like monarchs, but different. It's much more personal, intimate, human...

Ahh, it's hard to express, but it's something truly precious that sparkles even brighter.

That's what I think now.

That's what I've found to be the "correct answer."

And so, Nii-san is trying to become the idol he dreamed of. For the sake of becoming an idol, maybe even now—he's trying to make someone smile.

Because by doing so, he can smile too.

As Nii-san's little brother, that is Hiiro Amagi's honest opinion. His deduction.

HiMERU: —Is that so? Generally speaking, HiMERU has no objections.

Rinne, who appears to be the culprit, mastermind, and instigator behind these recent events, is up to yet another scheme. As usual.

However, it is not so contradictory to HiMERU's pursuit of becoming a perfect idol, one could surmise.

HiMERU: Because both Rinne and HiMERU are idols.

It was because of that commonality that HiMERU ended up getting involved with such a rotten scoundrel, a situation that wouldn't have occurred otherwise.

That's why we're walking the same path.

Kohaku: Yeah. We're all buzzin' around together, flyin' under the same sky.

It's annoyin' and unpleasant, but surely, we'll reach the same destination.

Aira: Ermm... Sorry to interrupt when you seem so pleased, but I'm not following the conversation at all...?

So what does it all mean? We know that Rinne-senpai seems to be up to something shady, but ultimately, what's he after? What's he doing?

HiMERU: Regarding that point, if you look at the big picture, you can somewhat infer it.

Instead of fixating on the equation, look at the solution. What phenomenon occurred as a result of Rinne's actions in this instance?

Take a look at the result, Shiratori.

Aira: Ummm, the result is that we got forced into this weird showdown...?

HiMERU: That's also part of the process. What do you suppose came out of that showdown? No, rather, what's happening now?

Aira: Uh, well, we're going through some scary stuff in this backward village...?

HiMERU: Yes, that's the current result, the answer. We came to this Amagi Village as part of our idol activities, within the context of Matrix.

Aira: Um, so Rinne-senpai's goal was that? Putting cameras in his hometown...?

HiMERU: At this stage, that seems like a reasonable assumption. Although the purpose of that action is still unclear.

HiMERU isn't sure how those strange figures, the two AkanPs, are related, either.

Hiiro: I've had some thoughts on that point. But I kept going "I wonder if it really is like that"—you know?

Back when I was in my hometown, I picked up on some rumors.

HiMERU: ...? Could you please elaborate?

Kohaku: Well, if we just wait it out, I reckon eventually Rinne-han'll come and explain everythin'.

He pulled the same stunt at the first match's wrap party. That troublemaker just loves gleefully braggin' 'bout his misdeeds; it's his reason for livin'.

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OC questions tag

@morriguscrawls tagged me to answer a wonderful list of questions for one of my OCs. Thank you!

I'm going with Brett from November Breaks and Spin Cylinder...

What's the worst pain you've ever been in?

I'm not sure how to answer this. The worse it is, the more I enjoy it.

What's the last book that made you feel something?

The Picture of Dorian Grey, which I read at Noah's insistence.

Have you ever been in love?

Love as in "I can't live without him and I want him to be the one who kills me"? Yes. Definitely. Currently. Forever.

What do you believe people are the most selfish about?

If you'd asked me five years ago, I would have said money. Now I think maybe it's more something to do with attachment to other people. Needing someone to be attached to you. Perhaps I'm judging by my own standards here.

Hero or antihero?

Anti-everything.

What's something most people get wrong about your culture?

My culture? Rich self-serving criminals? Whatever you assume about us is probably correct, actually.

What is your preferred style of dress?

Well put-together and slightly distressed.

How do you feel about holy wars?

I have literally never given a moment of thought to them. They don't affect me so they don't take up space in my head.

What's one thing you'd change about yourself physically & mentally?

Mentally, I could live without the intrusive thoughts. Physically, I'm fine. Very fine.

Have you ever done drugs?

I am always, persistently and indulgently, doing drugs.

How is your relationship with your parents?

Non-existent.

What is your comfort item?

The drugs I am always, persistently and indulgently, doing. Also that sweater I 'borrowed' from Noah a few years ago that I look so good in he won't ask for it back.

Have you ever done something you can't forgive yourself for?

No. I do plenty of fucked up shit. I just don't feel bad about any of it.

Who is your favorite relative?

None of them. They aren't part of my life.

What is your biggest regret?

I wish I'd travelled more and worked less, but I'm making up for it now.

What is your biggest pet peeve?

Uncomfortable seams in socks. And people who wear fake designer clothes.

What is the most childish thing you do?

I sulk like an absolute bitch if I don't get my own way, but that rarely happens because I'm excellent at getting my own way.

Who are you worried the most about disappointing?

No-one. I couldn't be disappointing if I tried.

Have you ever wished that someone else would die?

Yes, and sometimes I kill them.

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What's the worst pain you've ever been in?

What's the last book that made you feel something?

Have you ever been in love?

What do you believe people are the most selfish about?

Hero or antihero?

What's something most people get wrong about your culture?

What is your preferred style of dress?

How do you feel about holy wars?

What's one thing you'd change about yourself physically & mentally?

Have you ever done drugs?

How is your relationship with your parents?

What is your comfort item?

Have you ever done something you can't forgive yourself for?

Who is your favorite relative?

What is your biggest regret?

What is your biggest pet peeve?

What is the most childish thing you do?

Who are you worried the most about disappointing?

Have you ever wished that someone else would die?

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Inescapable Storm

Summary: A certain TA can't accept the fact that a certain card soldier cares about him far more than he'd like to admit. Word count: 1.5k+ A/N: Based on a prompt from this list. So. It was. Not supposed to be this angsty when I started it this morning but I guess the recent downpours in our area have really affected my ability to write mood...? Oh well, haha. I just... ahaha... wow these characters can't communicate. Regardless, please enjoy! (Or don't lol, but just don't kill me thanks <3)

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The rain pours down hard, attacking the world in rapidly frigid sheets.

Yu knows he should head inside—it’s too cold out here, his jacket has been torn to shreds and the rest of his school uniform ruined by a mix of dirt and magic, and his friends will have questions about where he went. 

(He ignores the little voice in his head that asks if they really would care.)

But, even with all that glaringly obvious in his mind, he can’t bring himself to flee from the rain and find himself an overhang to dry himself off under. 

The best he can do right now is unsteadily rise to his feet and stagger over to the nearest wall, before practically collapsing onto it for support. His chest protests violently with a sudden sharp pain from his ribs, his bad ankle feels swollen beyond belief, and there’s something dripping down his cheek that feels too warm to be rain. Wiping at it with his sleeve leaves a distinctly bloody smudge—with ink-like blackness around the edges—on the already-sullied white fabric.

He can’t find it in himself to admit that he’s, for lack of a better term, sort of screwed up.

Somewhere by his feet, his phone vibrates with a notification. And then, after a minute, another. And then another, until Yu has no choice but to curse and grab it. The screen protector is cracked irreparably, but that’s fine.

ace of hearts where r u yu? whered u go dude

Yu mutters another ‘fuck’ under his breath, staring at the messages even as raindrops distort the screen. He debates, for a moment—if he should leave Ace on read, if he should tell him the truth, or maybe he could just lie about it entirely to buy himself more time—

…No, that’s not an option. 

In the end, he caves, fingers slipping on his phone’s keyboard while trying to send a quick response.

wild card (koi.yu) behjnd hte lecture hsll

His text is marked as Read right away, but with no other response. Yu sighs and closes his eyes, tipping his head back to rest on the cold stone of the wall. The rain doesn’t sting when it lands on his face; it smells fresh, much better than the dirt and blood he’d nearly inhaled earlier. 

He finds himself abandoning all other worries to just feel the wall behind his back and the rain all around him, ignoring the pain and exhaustion all over his body. It’s sort of a hopeless, ridiculous thought, but maybe the heavy downpour can wash away some of the evidence on his skin, can wash away everything about this situation that shouldn’t have happened—

“…there you are, Yu—Yu!”

Yu’s eyes snap open to see Ace right next to him, chest heaving with the exhaustion from running.

“I can’t believe you’re out here in this weather,” Ace complains, on the contrary taking off his jacket and draping it over Yu’s head and shoulders. “What are you, stupid?”

“No more than the idiot in front of me taking off his jacket,” Yu shoots back. He tries to take it off, but Ace just puts it right back over him. “I don’t need this, Ace.”

“Where’s yours, then?”

Yu pauses at that, then shamefully averts his eyes from the mess of black fabric on the ground a few feet away. “…Ruined,” he mutters.

“Of course. For the same reasons you look like shit, probably.” Where Ace would normally smirk after saying this, he just narrows his eyes and cups his hands around Yu’s face to get a better look. It feels so distinctly not Ace-like, how he caresses him, but typical in its mix of roughness and gentleness. “Seriously, what the hell even happened to you?”

“What are you doing? You’re so—” He hisses softly when Ace’s thumb accidentally presses too hard on the bruised side of his jaw, and a flash of regret ghosts the card soldier’s face. Yu purses his lips. “...C’mon, it was just a little fight. Some stupid guys from your dorm. I put them in their place, though.”

Ace’s eyes widen considerably. “You got in a fight on your own? Are you kidding me?”

Yu tries for a small smirk to add some levity, to make this conversation normal. “Yeah. Didn’t have to rely on you guys or anything.”

He doesn’t know what reaction he was expecting, but he definitely doesn’t get it—not with Ace suddenly stiffening and his hands shifting to clamp around Yu’s shoulders. Not with the hurricane of both frustration and concern brewing in those bright red eyes, worse than the rainstorm around them. None of it is what he predicted would happen.

“You’re such an idiot,” Ace says, a bit bitter and very angry, and loud enough to match both. “I can’t even take my eyes off you for a few minutes without you getting involved in shit like this.”

“Look who’s talking,” Yu retorts, even though Ace’s hands are the one thing stopping his body from trembling like a leaf in a storm. “I think this is tame compared to the incidents you’ve started in the past year. You know how many times we all could have died? A few bruises and scrapes is nothing when you look at that. I’m fine, Ace.”

“No way you think you can get away with lying to me.” Ace grits his teeth. “It’s not okay, you’re not fine. Have you seen yourself? You’re driving me batshit crazy here, Yu.”

Yu bristles. “Well, now you get to know how I feel on a regular basis. Seriously, why are you getting so upset over a fight? It’s not like these don’t happen to everyone on a regular basis—are you finally growing a conscience?”

“Excuse you? I think I’m allowed to be concerned about the person who still bleeds and cries blot,” snaps Ace. At Yu’s surprised look, he huffs with a dry kind of mirth. “You think I don’t know about that? You’ve done a pretty awful job of hiding it, and that fight was really just the cherry on top. Look.”

With his ungloved right hand, he reaches up to swipe the heel of his palm along Yu’s face, where a major cut stings from the sudden contact. The substance that comes off is a mixture of blood and muddy blot, proving his point. Ace displays his pale palm, now stained, with an unimpressed look.

“I was trying to—” Yu takes a sharp breath. “I was trying to keep it a secret because it’s not a big deal. It’s no one’s business but mine.” Through the raindrops still caught on his lashes, he glares at Ace. “If I’d known you’d be like this, I would have tried harder to hide it—”

Ace shakes him by the shoulders, too gently compared to his tone as he starts shouting. “What the fuck do you mean, it’s ‘no one’s business’ and you’d try harder to hide it?! Didn’t you learn anything from your Overblot? Hey, don’t I—don’t the people around you mean anything?”

“Of course you do!” That’s, to Yu’s own horror, the raw truth. “You guys mean so much to me it hurts.”

“Then why—”

“That’s exactly why I can’t tell you anything! Because you didn’t sign up to fight my demons for me, you don’t need to be my knight in shining armor!” 

“I don’t need to, but by the Seven, sometimes I sure wish I could!” Ace has never cried in front of Yu before, but it’s starting to look like that might change. “Fuck, I just wish you could tell me what you’re thinking sometimes, at the very least! I don’t care if you never return what I really feel for you—aren’t we friends? Didn’t you say it yourself, that a good relationship is based on care and trust?! We’ve got plenty of the ‘care’ part, but you still won’t trust me…!”

The rain seems to have thinned, still more than a sprinkle but no longer a torrent.

Out of breath from his half-declaration, half-confession, and all anger, Ace inhales shakily. His eyes are wide, either with broken rage or horror at the thoughts he just haphazardly converted into words. 

Like a gilled animal left beached after a storm, with the air stolen from his lungs, Yu opens his mouth to reply—

“You… you…”

—and closes it quickly, finding himself at a loss for words. He can’t tell if he wants to laugh or cry, either—this has to be some kind of cruel joke, right?

But it isn’t, Ace doesn’t play around with feelings in that specific way because he cares way more than he’d ever like to show normally, everyone knows this, and—God Yu has really fucked up hasn’t he—

“Look, just…” Ace lets go of Yu’s shoulders, gingerly tugging down his jacket so it better protects the TA from the rain. “...sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you for all that,” he mumbles, some of the fight in him evaporating. “Let’s go inside and dry off somewhere, and—and get your injuries treated, then…” As if hesitant to address the elephant in the room he shouldn’t have brought into the conversation to begin with, he trails off. “Okay?”

Yu nods without saying anything, arms crossing to hug himself. 

He lets Ace lead the way to a place out of the rain, and they don’t utter a single word to each other on the way there.