#“you look like you've just seen a ghost” that people say when someone gets pale

[random-meme-bot]

When did you initially come up with your oc's? Like... long has the concept of hexes on the shelves existed in your head? :0

Also, this may be a hard question but do you maybe have any voice headcanons for them? :o

Ok this is actually a hard question to answer, since the actual idea of a duo of character that can see ghost and it's ghost partner started way way back when I was a kid due to a pair of Spanish educational point & click adventure games called "Central de Fantasmas" (ghost central)

While the games are surprisingly high quality for the standars of educational games (the guy voice actor also does Fry in futurama as well as a lot other characters in other shows), all things considered they didn't do much with the ghost idea, so it led to my kid shelf imagining this stories about a duo of characters one human and one ghost, I'll be honest I don't remember anything about them.

A few years back, on 2022 I got really nostalgic for this games and decided to play them (took a while to make them run since these where designed for Windows XP tops) and the memories of me playing came back and through the next days of playing I started again tinkering with the idea of a human/ghost duo, it all clicked when YouTube recomended me the song "All my friends are ghost" by Dib Dooley (the original non music video is older but it's no longer on her channel)

That's the point where my mind gave form to Ely, this parody of a mystery children book protagonist, unlike those who pieced things together out of clues that then would lead them to traping the villan thanks to their quick thinking and resourcefulness, Ely was clumsy, almost always was in the wrong track with her assumptions, and only managed to catch the bad guy at the end and survive fighting against literal crime bosses because of her friend Dan, a grumpy ghost who despite what he says really cares about Ely and makes sure to protect her, all lead to this.

The first ever art of Ely & Dan.

Ely's dressing was roughly inspired by another parody of Kids mystery books, Jenny LeClue, while Dan's was inspired by Gibson from the Webtoon "Greetings from Grisley".

Despite the fact that Jenny doesn't have a hat while Gibson does, the hat actually was originally drawn as part of Elly's design to complement the detective look, then it was given to Dan as it's design looked to simple.

The idea kept going in my head and some questions started to form "Why can Elly see ghosts?" "Why does Dan want to become a writer so bad?" "How does Dan manage to pay the bills with him being a ghost and his book store not making any money?".

That's the point where I decided to actually make a story out of this and started to learn how to use adventure game studio, when I more or less had an understanding of how everything worked and had programed a way to switch between normal Ely & Dan Elly, I realized that I didn't have any sprites or artist abilities, after some days and a bunch of re doing I had the sprite versions that I posted over here.

I decided to park the project for now and develop some art skills moment in which I started to draw other ideas I had (check the art section in my pinned post for more on that).

The Ideas for Ely & Dan keep going in my head evolving until their current version and at that point I just couldn't take it I needed to share them, so I took your advice and decided that even if they weren't going to look the best they could at least they were going to look, and so Elly & Dan were posted.

So yeah, to answer it simply, the concept as we know it today, middle of 2023 more or less, the original concept more or less middle to late 2022, the Original idea 2010 or so...

Also about the second question, I don't, I've tried to come up with voices for them both in English & in Spanish but they always change.

[tealfling]

A/N: I was insipired by a post commenting on how obvious it would probably be that Astarion is a vampire to the characters. This went perfectly with my Tav and how salty she would be about being called naive by Astarion.

Astarion x FemaleTav, Named Tav, Amaranth- purple tiefling cleric

Summery: Astarion tried to convince Amaranth it would wasteful to not take the power of the Absoulte for themselves. Which is fine, he's always trying to get her to reach for more power, but he called her naive. As if her good nature made her stupid or blind. Him. His pale-assed, red-eyed, pointy toothed-self. The nerve.

Act2-ish, kinda proof read

Mentions: his scars, alludes to his backstory, and peppered in innendoes. PG-13-ish

Reflect

"You've been in the bath a long time, Darling. What's taking you so long?" Astarion drawled, walking around the divider.

Amaranth sunk deeper into the tub, her furrowed crystal gaze remaining out of the steamy water, but not turned toward the voice she recognized.

Astarion reguareded her, tilting his head. "tch. Oh, are we brooding? Moping?" he jested, "Your tail tells all my Sweet." Noding toward the slapping thud rippling at the corner of the tub. He thought for a moment. She'd been quite since they last spoke- about taking the power of the Absoult- so he carefully considered what he might have said to offend her. "Are you still upset that I called you naive?" he probed. Her eyes darted to him. Seemed so. "Don't be like that my dear, we all have our flaws-not me of course-but the others obviously," he teased grabbing a towel. "Now come out of there my Treat, there's no way that water's warm enough for you and I don't want supper getting cold." He tried to keep his air light and up beat. Whatever it was that they had going on was working, he liked his favorite traveling companion, maybe more than he cared to admit. The last thing he wanted was for her to cast him aside, especially now. They'd come so far.

Lifting her mouth out of the water, Amranth bit, "I just can't believe you of all people would think I'm the naive one."

Astarion's red eyes narrowed as he paused. "And what is that supposed to mean?" he hissed ready to take offense.

The purple tiefling turned to face him, gripping the side of the tub. "Well, since you don't know, let me paint you a picture," she said. "There I found myself on a beach, where I could hear the calls of a man for help," she said pushing herself up from the water. "When I found the man, I noticed how anemically pale he was, paler than any elf I'd seen-- and remember, Darling, I work with people preparing to be corpses," Amaranth stepped one foot over the tub. "True to form my bleeding heart fell for your siren song for help and pleading eyes, an unusual red color, by the way, but who's to say what's in one's ancestry?" She straightened, taking out the other foot and planting it to the ground, and standing tall. "Of course, this came to bite me on my sorry ass when I found myself thrown to the ground with the business of a dagger to my throat. There those red sullen eyes really bore into me, but what really caught my attention was the pretty mouth with fangs bigger than mine." She said, stepping forward to punctuate each sentence. Astarion, though unsure, held his ground as she approached. His eyes locked on hers.

Amaranth continued. "Now those, I couldn't think of an excuse for being in an elf's mouth. And all of these little things together might look a little suspicious to someone only half paying attention, but probably not anyone sauced out their mind in some tavern back-alley past mid-night. For me though, as someone that choose Deathcare as a career path, what really sells it for me are these. " Amaranth reached her hand and placed two fingers on his neck, one on each fang scar, ignoring the way Astarion flinched. "These aren't the small, tender bites you pepper across my flesh, no these are jagged and wild, made worse by these." she ghosts her fingertips between the holes, her eyes saddening. Astarion sntached her wrist preventing her from touching further. His jaw clenched, his eyes were furrowed and locked to her's, but he didn't interrupt her.

"This texture? Scars from his incisors. That son of a bitch bit you so hard he almost ripped your throat out," her voice cracked where she didn't mean and her eyes began to sting. Amaranth pulled her fingers from his neck, wanting instead to caress his check. Her wrist still trapped in his hand, she gently grazed her knuckle across his jawbone. "Sorry," she whispered smally. Astarion loosened his grip at her apologetic touch.

Trying to save herself, she joked, "You were also terribly conspicuous about the boar, Darling. Even before we even added a half-baked monster hunter to our group. So I don't see how I'm the naive one." Blinking away the wet in her eyes, Amaranth said softly, "No, I took one look at your cover and knew what kind of book you were, but I'm the one who decided to read you." She peeked at him through her lashes, "And I'm glad I did, I'm surprised by what I've found in your pages."

For a long silent moment, Astarion stared at her. Reading her or collecting his thoughts before scoffing, "I didn't realize I was so easy to read, I'll have to double my efforts for the future."

"As if you could, I'm your mirror remember? Now, hand me that stupid towel, dinner's getting cold," Amaranth said playfully reaching for the towel Astarion still held, but she failed.

With deft hands, the elf flicked the towel around her shoulders earning himself one of those darling smiles of her's he'd grown so fond of. She'd known all along. No wonder she reacted cooly, but it still didn't explain why she'd agreed to any of it. Always full of surprises. More so than him apparently. His eyes softened. She always saw him with those big, beautiful shining eyes of hers. He supposed he chose the perfect mirror. He pushed a wet strand of hair from her forehead. Her eyebrows pinched.

"You're giving me that look," she said.

"What look?" Astarion asked with the lift of an eyebrow confused.

Amaranth playfully narrowed her eyes, " That soft look. You know it makes me want to indulge you. Perhaps Gale is right, maybe I do cater to you too much."

At the mention of Gale, a switch went off in Astarion. "Gale's just jealous," he dismissed. "Here you are lecturing me naked, why I'm sure Gale just wishes he could indulge in the whole, Dinner and a Show package, you cater to me," he purred, closing in on her.

With a small eyeroll, Amaranth hummed, "You're incorrigible." She muttered an easy encantantion matching signs in her hand and instantly dried off. "All right, let's go. I think I've hogged the bathroom long enough," she said, ducking around him to grab her dressing robe.

"Lovely," Astarion said, straighting out her robe, "Now with all this talk of Gale-can we do it in my tent tonight? I want Gale to hear you indulge me." He asked through a devilish grin extending his hand.

Amaranth returned a cheeky smile, "If that's what you want. But I'm not going to be intentionally loud." She grabbed his hand to be led out the room.

"I'll see about that."

"You know I can cast Silence right?"

"Oh, you're no fun."

"I thought your whole point was that I am a lot of fun?"

[hyperfocusedcloneshipper]

Mikey absolutely hated going to the compound for his stupid check ins with Ty. They were boring, discomforting, and a constant reminder that he wasn't full in control of his life or even his personhood. And it was always the same. Show up at the entrance to the compound's interfacing wing, sign in, Felix or some Ty or another would lead him to a conference room (not an interrogation room Ty would always clarify with a reassuring smile).

But then one day Mikey was greeted by someone else. Someone he'd never seen in the compound before.

"Name's Hunter Jeremiah Hartley! You can call me Hunter, or Jerry, or H. People call me all kindsa things. Pleased to meetcha."

The first time this happened Mikey just stood there for a moment and blinked. Hunter had reached out and tentatively touched his shoulder, as if he was afraid of overstepping.

"You alright? You went pale as snow just there. Look like you've seen a ghost!" Hunter asked. "I promise today's gonna be an easy one. Ty's all set up in the conference room. It's just a few questionnaires and a little bloodwork. Nothing you can't handle."

Mikey swallowed and nodded. "Yeah. Yeah sure. Just- Usually Ty or Felix greet me. I just wasn't expecting-"

Hunter laughed, "Oh yeah. I just transferred over to interfacing. Use to do more boots on the ground work for em but they got other folks doing that now. Come on. Let's get you something warm to drink and set you up in the conference room before Ty misses us. Do you like tea or coffee? I'm more of a tea drinker myself but to each their own, you know?"

After that first time Hunter was always there to greet him as he walked in. Mikey had checked with Michael and MW but it sounded like neither of them had been greeted by Hunter. It was only him.

It had to be some sick joke on Ty's part, or a test. So Mikey resolved to always say as little as possible. He'd be polite but curt every time he arrived. Friendship with Hunter Jeremiah Hartley - or anything like it - had only ever led to heartache or devastation. Usually both. For both of them.

But it proved difficult. Mikey found he wanted to know how Hunter, this Hunter who had somehow ended up working for the compound, was faring. Was he happy? Did he like the work he did? Was he part of the more sinister aspects of what happened at the compound? Did he help Ty torture Mikeys and Michaels and MWs? Somehow he doubted that last one.

So after the first several visits like this Mikey began to thaw a little bit. It felt impossible not to thaw when Hunter was so warm. So kind. So friendly.

[thelampisaflashlight]

I come from a family of very superstitious individuals, though I, myself, do not put much credence to the paranormal.

This isn't to say I doubt the experiences other people have had -with a few exceptions due to personal reasons- but I follow much the same logic as, say, Houdini or Ghost Files' Shane Madej, in that I need proof.

There's the old saying, "Seeing is believing" and have I seen things?

Yes.

Shockingly, yes.

And you might be saying, "Lamp, if you've seen something supernatural, something that you couldn't explain, then why don't you believe?"

It all comes back to the human imagination.

Now this isn't to say I think people are imagining things when they see ghosts and other otherworldly things.

However, there already exists several known phenomenon that can scientifically explain how or why we might be seeing them.

Pareidolia, for example, in which we find faces in objects, is a very normal quirk of how our brains are wired.

We are also more susceptible to seeing/hearing things when we are tired or stressed.

Our minds are wired to help us remain vigilant in situations where we might encounter danger, because while we might be perfectly safe, even imagined dangers can trigger a real fear response.

It's why when someone has a dream that someone did something mean to them, they might be angry/upset when they wake up.

But I digress.

So, what did I see?

Well, first things first, I think it's important to give you some context.

When I was ten years old, my mother passed away quite suddenly.

She had been sick for some time, but had hidden it well enough that by the time her symptoms were impossible to hide anymore, it was already too late to help her.

Without going into too much detail on how she died, I can tell you that it was incredibly traumatic for me.

So much so that I spent the ages of eleven to seventeen in therapy, and I still, to this day, have not wholly unpacked the entirety of that day with anyone.

The night after her passing, however, is when this event occurred.

Now, as I said a moment ago, the human imagination -the human mind- is a fantastic thing.

And when we are tired and stressed, as I was, we are perhaps more inclined to see things that aren't truly there.

My mother, for as long as I knew her, always sat at the same spot at our dining room table; In a well worn wooden chair in front of a chest that I never got to see the contents of -not an important detail, but a far gone curiosity now- and her sweater, a gray and pinkish-purply thing made of that yarn that always seems to go to fuzz, was draped over the back of it.

To my mother, one of the most important things to do when someone past, was to view the body in order to say goodbye.

When my paternal grandmother passed two years prior to my mother's own death, she'd taken my hand in her own and we stood by her bedside and said our goodbyes.

I did not get to say goodbye to my mother.

And I think, perhaps, that's why I saw what I did.

I had reached out, placing my hand on the back of the chair, and turned to look out at the window... and there was my mom.

Sitting in the chair beside me.

I need you to understand when I say this, it could not have been a person standing outside, and before anyone says, "Well, it could have been your own reflection staring back at you."

I do not look like my mother.

Or at least I didn't look like her back then.

I was a very pale, blond child, and my mother was a brunette, who, quite infamously, resembled Frida Kahlo.

In fact I've played a game with my siblings a number of times called "Mom or Frida Kahlo", the resemblance is that uncanny.

But what got to me the most was the expression on her face.

She was angry.

And it frightened me.

In that moment, I had felt real fear.

I was so taken aback I went to go find my father, and when I told him what happened, he just said, "That makes sense."

That makes sense.

I didn't tell him that she looked unhappy.

And, for a long time, I forgot about it.

But every so often the memory comes back to me.

I can write it off a million different ways.

Yet...

[queendeeshorrorimagines]

Warnings: slight angst in the beginning, "reader dies" (but it's her past life??), slight mention of reader getting cut by one of the guards.

I might make a second part to this if anyone would want me to ^_^

The knight and his reunited maiden

Fem! Reader

Tarhos Kovács| the Knight x reader

Blood pooled around the wound on your chest as you feel your body being carried by an vaguely familiar knight. You felt a wave of safety and protection while your vision was slowly starting to fade. The pain that you've felt was now numbing, making your body feel colder.

"Please don't leave me yet, my love.."

The man's muffled voice sounded shakey as he cradles your body in his arms. Soft tears perked on the sides of your face as you looked up to him with the love that he hasn't felt in his lifetime. You were his sun, the sole light of his life and your life was fading away in his arms.

"I love you, dear Tarhos.."

You weakly spoke as you feel a wave of peace and calmness. Tarhos takes off his helmet, his dark eyes were red from the tears streaming down his face. You moved your smaller hand to the side of his face, lovingly stroking his cheek. Giving a weak smile, you uttered your last words.

"We will meet again, my dearest husband"

Your body goes limp in his arms as Tarhos cradles you closer to him as he broke down, losing the very reason for his love and happiness in his arms. It felt like the sun abruptly went out in his life.

The dream was the same one, a constant replay of events you couldn't exactly remember but you could feel that you've had déjà vu about the man in your dream. You know that name was important to you but you didn't know exactly how or why.

The woods around you rustled, the rough hand of David's shook your shoulder, causing you to jolt awake as you looked up to him with a confused look.

"What's going on?"

You asked sleepily, using your hands to wipe the sleep from your eyes. Moving your eyes, you see the familiar shadow of Jake's coat walking towards the source of the noises. Quiet conversations were heard within the group, wondering who's the next poor soul that has to go through this sadistic reality.

Jake came back with a older man. He was obviously attractive to some of the others, othet people were sizing him up to see what use the mysterious grey- haired man to them; but you weren't staring at him for either reason. Seeing the man, it felt like you've seen him before but you know that it wasn't possible to.

The man- now named Vittorio stared back at you, his eyes widened as his face went paled. It was as if he was a ghost when he stared to you. Each of the survivors went around, introducing themselves to Vittorio as his eyes still was looking at you.

It was your turn to introduce yourself, saying your name to the gentleman.

"Good luck out in this place."

You added politely as you thought that it was the end of the conversation with Vittorio. He grabbed your hand to stop you from walking back to your spot in the camp.

"Do you know who you really are?"

His voice was serious as you gave him a confused look on your face. 'What the hell is he talking about?' You thought as you feel the eyes of your fellow survivors watch you.

"Well, Vittorio, i have no clue what you're talking about. I don't know you and you don't know me... If you know what's best for your own ass, you better not make enemies with the very people who will likely save your ass in the future.."

You felt the tension between Vittorio and yourself as you see the others went back to what they were doing before he arrived. From the way his face tenses at your response caused you to feel like you shouldn't fully trust him.

"I don't mean any harm by my words. You just look so familiar to me... reminded me of someone that I've knew a long time ago."

Vittorio explained, knowing that his words weren't taken the right way as he continued to speak.

"I believe we should talk about something that you might need to know.."

You nodded, still not fully trusting him but wanting to know what he meant by concerning you. Walking to your camp sight, you sat near your tent that was a decent distance from the others. He followed behind you, sitting a couple inches away from you.

"What is it that you want to talk to me about?"

You moved a piece of your hair away from your face before looking towards him. Vitorrio sighs quietly, thinking of where to start with the inevitable awkward conversation.

"Have you ever had flashbacks or dreams before? Like you're in the dream but you know it's like another form of you?"

You nodded a bit, eyes widening a bit from his question.

"I know this is going to be hard to believe but please hear me out before making your judgement."

You listened, deciding to give this man a chance to explain before walking away completely. Vittorio took out a small sketch out from his pocket, carefully passing it to you. Opening the paper, you see the sketch was of what looked to be you wearing the same gown as the one in your dreams. Next to you in the sketch was the knight in your dreams, affectionately kissing your hand.

"This is you, or was you in your past life... the man in the picture was your husband.. He's a dangerous man.. I don't know how he's going to respond to seeing you as you..."

A wave of shock and understanding shocked your mind. 'Past life? First I ended up in this hellhole and now I'm hearing this shit.' You thought to yourself as you attempted to pass the sketch back to him.

"Keep it.. it has no use for me now. It might be helpful for you.."

You carefully folded the sketch back, tucking it inside the pocket of your jeans. Silence was thick in between the both of you as you attempted to get your thoughts together.

"What was he like? The knight that apparently I was married to?"

The question came out before you could think about not asking Vittorio. It took him a few moments to think about your question.

"I don't know much about your relationship with him, from the looks of it, the both of you were madly enamored with each other. He has never harmed you that I've known of.. but outside of you and his closest companions, thats another story...."

The hesitation on his face spoke more to you than the words that came from Vittorios mouth. Just before you could pry more answers from him, you were suddenly teleported to another match.

Opening your eyes, you see the mostly burnt village around you. The smell of smoke filled your lungs as you hear the soft crackles of the remaining smaller fires around the new realm. The whole town looked almost exactly like your dream, except it wasn't burnt to ashes.

You carefully walked towards the generator nearby, seeing that Vittorio was already on it with Mikayla quietly setting up a boon nearby. You went on the opposite side, working the same generator. Ace worked on another generator that was at the main building.

You heard a faint heartbeat behind you as you see Mikayla darted away in an attempt to protect herself. You quietly crouch away from the generator, hiding behind a nearby wooden wall. You tried to keep quiet as you hear sounds of metal moving against itself.

Moving your hand over your mouth, you attempted to muffle your breaths as you hear the metal clashing closer and closer to you. The silence was tense as you waited for your chance to flee the area. You were too focused on hiding to notice a green mist circled around the area you were.

You hear an screeching cackle from behind before feeling the jagged dagger suddenly sliced your shoulder. Hissing in pain, you darted away from the guard with your opposite hand holding your shirt against the wound. The sounds of metal moving became louder as you jumped through the window, into the main building.

Ace was long gone, rushing towards a different generator as you push through your pain to wobble up the stairs, the man behind you. You tried to vault through the window but was quickly pinned against the burnt wooden wall. The beating of your heart was thumping rapidly as your eyes meets the slits of the knight in front of you.

Time froze as the both of you looked into each other's eyes, not aware of the sounds of three generators going off. Looking at the male in front of you, it felt like he was reliving long forgotten memories as his hands gently touch your cut before tiying a piece of tattered cloth around the wound, replacing the soiled one you've made.

"Tarhos..? Is that your name..?"

You asked cautiously before taking the folded up sketch from your pocket. His eyes widened as he diverted his gaze towards where your hands were. You unfolded the paper, showing him the sketch. Before you could ask him once more, he pulled you into a deep hug.

[pure-kirarin]

Slow & Steady [P3] [Sabo x f!reader] (+18)

A/N : Hi !! sorry for publishing this later than I expected, but I got a beta reader and we worked on this chapter for longer. Please do tell me if you like this more <3 We put a lot of effort into it. Now, enjoy !~ Genre : Romance - Smut - Bestfriends to lovers General warnings : Alcohol consumption - Dark themes - Swearing - S m u t - possessiveness - Mention of ex-relationships - jealousy

Synopsis : Isn’t love a matter of timing after all ?That’s what Sabo has always thought. It was about finding the right tempo, making the right moves and hitting the right spot. Patience is a virtue after all, and he had a lot of it. It all started when your ex cheated on you. You were heartbroken, you needed someone and he was there. Was he always that hot ? You didn’t know. But after that night you have never seen him in the same way. Also, please guys comment because this is the first work I put so much efforts in. If I feel like people don't like it, it just feels not worth it to me and discourages me :( I have 2 other multichapters planned but I am thinking of abandoning them because people don't seem to like it...Anyways, please do interact if you like it :)

Part I - Part II -

In the last chapter :

You looked at Sabo go away and you followed him shortly after. Meanwhile Ace was sitting on the couch and watching some movies. You went back home and was quite tormented. It wasn’t the right time to worry as you had your assignments and studies to deal with. On one hand, you didn’t even have the time to think of your ex boyfriend and his cheating but on the other, you felt like you were let down by Sabo.

But why ? He didn’t do anything.

He just found himself a new friend and a potential new girlfriend.He didn’t even talk about her, but why where you so upset by him meeting her ? After all, he had the right to date just like you always did.A few days have passed and you didn’t get the chance to talk to Sabo. Your exams were getting closer and closer and you didn’t feel ready.Usually, Sabo would help you with your assignments but you were too scared to ask. You realized how much you relied on him and how he has been always there for you.

Who were you exactly to him ?

Maybe you took him for granted.

As you were on your bed looking at the ceiling and trying to collect every drop of motivation in your system to study, you heard your phone ring. It was Sabo’s ringtone !

P III

“Hi (Y/N),how are you doing?”

“Oh, Sabo! I'm fine. Kinda busy studying. And you? Haven't heard from you since last time.”

“Sorry about that. My schedule has been extremely tight lately. But I am free now!”

“I was just thinking of you. I have to turn in my history assignment tonight and I might need your help...Pleaaaaaase~ I know you're so good at history, please come save me!”

You could hear him laugh on the other side of the line. His laugh sounded so bright, making your heart flutter. You really did miss him. In the end, you were best friends, right?

“Alright! I'll come rescue you. After all, I have to make up for disappearing.”

“Sabo, you're the best! Would you mind coming to my place?”

“I'll be there in twenty minutes. See you then.”

“See you!”

Hanging up, you thought to yourself: you’ve never been this happy to see Sabo. You rolled on your bed in excitement. Twenty minutes seemed enough to make your room and yourself look somewhat presentable, he has never seen your messy room before. Fifteen minutes later, Sabo was in your room, both of you sat on the bed and started studying. Sabo had always been a top student, he was passionate about history in particular. Helping with your assignments was never a big deal to him.

Now that you gave it some thought, maybe most of your good grades were thanks to his help. He had tutored you many times when you were both in high school and that stayed a constant in your life even now.. Once you finished and sent the file to your professor, it was already late afternoon and Sabo was putting on his coat to go back home.

You had almost forgotten about what happened last week because of all the studying. Things weren't awkward anymore. But you wanted to bring it up because you couldn't help but think about the words he said.

“Sabo ?”

He turned back and looked at you with a smile.

“Yes? Do you need something else?”

“Don't go, I want to...  I want to ask you a question.” You patted the place next to you on the bed.

“Are you alright? You look very pale.” He sat next to you and the proximity made you extremely nervous. Although he had been close to you so many times before, you wondered why this time his proximity was affecting you so. The built up tension was getting unbearable. You could feel the knot in your stomach tighten, but you had to do it, you had to relieve yourself from this situation, otherwise it will still preoccupy you. With a nervous toss of your hair, you asked him, your eyes fixated somewhere on his chest :

“Well...Did I say something weird to you last time?”

“Last time?” he repeats in apparent confusion..

“Well, you know, when I got drunk, did I say something weird?...when you took me back home…”

You didn't even dare look at his face.

“Oh...nothing worth mentioning. Don't worry.” A sweet smile.

Oh, really now? I asked you to fuck me and you're saying “nothing fucking worth mentioning”? Bullshit.

...Or did I make all of that up?

“Didn't I…” you stop, clearing your throat, “didn't I ask you..to...well, you know…” You looked away in exasperation, annoyed that you had to say this and that you could feel your face quickly heating up. You felt your helplessness more fully now as you were discreetly looking at him to guess his reaction. Your eyes were shy and avoiding, looking his way then looking away continuously, almost instinctively.

“Hm? What?” He was amused, the bastard.

“Well...Didn't I ask you to fuck me or something?”

He burst out laughing, looking at your flushed face and the way you said that so fast that he was tempted to tap his ear and tell you that he didn't hear you quite well, but he simply refrained. That would be too much teasing.

For now.

And it wasn't the right time

yet.

“Ha, that.” He marked a pause, “it's only worth mentioning if you want to.”

You bit your lower lip, so he did remember…”Well, about that…”

“Just ask me to and I'll forget.”

But what if I don't want you to forget? You fucking idiot. When did you turn out to be this hot? Did seeing his morning wood put me in such a mood? Do I have this little self-respect? Risking our friendship like this?

He leaned closer to you so that his face was only centimeters away.

His minty breath was ghosting over your cheek;

“But just so you know, there's no going back.”

Was this the same Sabo from a few minutes ago? Was he really tempted to have sex with you? You felt flattered. You thought about Nami's words. Was he really into you? You felt insecure.

You've never felt insecure before.

You contemplated the idea for a second. You had just broken up with your boyfriend and you were now yearning to get fucked by your best friend - a guy that you've never even seen in that way before.

But how many things did you truly know about Sabo? How many things were you not seeing and being unaware of when it came to this man? You were slowly coming to the realization that he had been keeping a lot of things private - his personal life and thoughts mostly held close to himself at all times.

It was always about you in this friendship. And he was patient, oh so patient. You wanted to see all these sides to him that you've never seen before. It was like discovering the hidden door of a secret Eden.

You closed your eyes. You knew that he wouldn't hurt your feelings. You trusted him. You wanted this. You wanted to break the spell that got you dreaming of what you were denied.

You nodded and his smile widened ; Here you were falling, finally.

“I didn't expect anything less from you. What a brave girl you are. I was waiting for you to bring this up. Took you quite a long time.”

He twirled a strand of your hair between his fingers, pressing his hot lips on your forehead. Your breath stopped for a second, eyes closed tightly. You weren't used to this tension, your heart was beating uncomfortably fast.

Where did the prude Sabo that you always imagined go? He was acting normal a few moments ago, and now this? This was definitely more, or at least different than whatever you would have expected.

Your cheeks warmed up at his praise, you were just like a little girl that was given a piece of candy. But you wanted way more.

“Now that I think of it… you haven’t been really good, have you? You said things that you shouldn't have. You’ve tested my patience quite a bit the other day, baby.”

It sounded so natural, the way he called you baby, as if he had always done it. It surprisingly took you not even two seconds to adjust to this new Sabo that you saw. In hindsight, you think you might’ve longed for this Sabo, one who is so open and expressive with you.

“Huh ? What are you on 'bout ? I still stand by my position…”

Saying this was a bad idea.

He raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, it's true, I've never seen you with a girl before. Wouldn't be surprised if you were a virgin. But it's okay, I don't mind… well… teaching you…”

You looked away. It felt a bit off, as if you were playing a role but you were very much into it. There had always been that bratty side to you that he loved so much. He smirked, rolling his eyes. Always with the tough talk huh? He thought.

Smiling knowingly, he reached out for your face. He gently gripped your chin between two fingers, brushing his thumb over your lower lip as he said,

“Looks like you need a good lesson.” He shoved two gloved fingers into your mouth, taking you by surprise and making you instantly back off a bit.

“Hmm. Let's put this dirty mouth of yours to better use.”

He took his fingers out of your mouth, leaving a leathery aftertaste on your tongue. His arm encircled your waist and he held you up effortlessly, securing you against his lap. As you were just wearing a dress, you could feel him getting hard through your panties and you couldn't help but tighten your thighs at this feeling, getting instantly turned on. When did you start wanting him this much?

The corner of his lips curled up as he saw you already getting eager from a simple touch. His arm held your hips in place so you didn’t move around.

He replaced his fingers with his lips, kissing you hungrily. It was nothing like that drunken kiss that you both shared the other night. His tongue got you feeling butterflies in your stomach, heart pounding so hard as you pressed your chest against his, seeking his warmth.

You were going have sex with your best friend and he had a huge dick and he was nothing close to the vanilla prude guy that you expected him to be. You were thrilled. Everything happened so fast. You never realized that you were so desperate for his touch.

You tangled your fingers into his blond locks, moaning into the kiss. You pulled away, cheeks ablaze, impressed by his skills.

“You're a good kisser…”

“Look at you getting all worked up by a kiss...Tell me, who's the virgin here, huh?”

You blushed at his remark and looked away. Cute, he thought to himself.

But it wasn't enough. Not yet. With a sense of urgency, you kissed him again as if it was your last chance to taste his lips. His pace was slower, he wanted to take his time to enjoy this moment while you wanted to rush it up and go to the next step. Breathless, you pull away, hesitant and curious.

“Sabo, do you… Do you like me?”

“I do.” He put his forehead against yours, making you  look deeply into his eyes. The look he was giving you seemed unfamiliar, making you feel intimidated. How did he hide his feelings so well and why did he say them now?If he said he liked me before, would it have been differentWhat changed within him, to make him act like this and most importantly, what changed within you to make you need him so badly? You dipped in for a kiss, trying to get a grasp on your feelings. It didn't feel weird, it felt good, as if you had wanted it for so long.

“Sabo,” you stuttered. He loved the way your voice cracked, how hesitant you were, how your cheekiness disappeared, leaving behind only your conflicted emotions. “I thought about what you said last time and...I...I think I want to. Now.” You emphasised on the last word, goading him into agreeing.

A victorious smile danced on his lips.

“You think?”

He smirked and lifted your chin up so you could look right into his eyes. You couldn't help but close the gap between the two of you, shamelessly rocking on his thighs to get some friction. You kept thinking about the words he had said when you were drunk, you really wanted him. Yes, maybe it was just lust. Maybe it was just a strong desire to sabotage the most precious thing that you had. But for now, you needed his warmth. He pulled back, making you groan in displeasure like a cat in heat. He smiled, his lips barely grazing yours and added,

“You're not ready yet, kitten.”

The look of disappointment on your face said it all. You couldn't believe he turned you down. Once again. You were so adorable, for a moment he thought that he would just snap and take you right there.

“What do you mean ‘I'm not ready yet’ ?! I just said I was. I want you too. That's what I said. I'm sober now, I'll recall how good you are.”

“Patience is a virtue.”

He smiles, and you would’ve given years off your life just to punch him. You could swear you still felt him hard against you and he was acting so composed. You didn't want to let him go.

You were scared that if you did, he would disappear into dust. You felt so desperate, so humiliated.Dying for his attention and heartbroken from past experiences.

“I have to go now.” He lifts you up with ease, placing you on the bed again. He then put his coat on. You looked at him leave with puppy eyes and for a second he hesitated. He was tempted to change his mind. But he had waited for so long and he couldn't afford to ruin everything now. Not when you were so close, so ready and eager to take him.

“Don't go.” You pleaded.

“And who will feed Ace?” He says with a smile.

“I don't care. Don't go…” You got up and hugged him from behind, tightly, letting your mask fall. His departure and abrupt ending of the tense situation he had placed you in, his act so nonchalant, had awakened some insecurity within you.It was driving you insane.

You were confused.

His heart melted at your sweetness. He remembered the reason behind his love for you. You were so fragile, so honest.

“I really have to go, princess.” How could he say such things so easily? “But I promise that I will make up for it next time.”

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a drop in the ocean — sirius black

pairing: sirius black x female!reader

summary: sirius teaches reader that love isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

warnings: cheating, swearing

a/n: this was inspired by the song “a drop in the ocean” by ron pope! this is a little different from what i'm used to since the overall theme is a lot more ??? mature ?? i guess ?? i kind of stepped out of my comfort zone with this but i hope you guys like it :')

It's bizarre how much pain can change you.

You become this entirely different person. You look the same on the surface, but somewhere deep inside you, you're someone else. You're stronger. Everything that has happened to you—all the tears you've shed, the people who have hurt you, the pain you've endured—all of them shapes you into something more. Something better.

And one day, you will wake up, look back at everything that you have endured, and you will smile. And it will feel like the puzzle pieces of the world have fallen back into place again—and maybe it's been that way for a long time. Maybe you've come so far in terms of healing and you're only just now starting to notice.

[Y/N] [Y/L/N] wakes up one summer morning, when the sun is warm and promise of a new day looms above her head. She swings her legs over her bed, pads over to the window in the corner of the room where sunshine filters through, draws the curtains open. Here she takes a deep breath, closes her eyes, and just—

Remembers.

And this time, it doesn't hurt anymore.

—

Sirius Black was a charmer.

He wasn't just handsome; he was attractive. He knew exactly how to get people to swoon over him without laying it on too thick. He'd send a quick glance over anyone's way—one that made them feel as though they were the only person on earth he could see—and that person would fall.

They'd want him, fooling themselves into the belief that they were different. That they were special in a way that none of Sirius Black's previous flings were.

They'd end up with their hearts broken, of course. Shattered to bits and left at their feet for them to clean up on their own, because Sirius just couldn't bother.

It would happen within a month or two. Some much less.

But [Y/N] lasted the longest.

She was in Ravenclaw, and had caught Sirius's eye in her sixth year. She wishes she could say that she was different—that she hadn't fallen for him the moment he'd gone up to her in the Great Hall and steered her away from her friends, asking for her name—but she wasn't. She'd taken one look at Sirius's eyes, seen what seemed like genuine sincerity in them, and felt her sixteen-year-old heart doing odd little flips inside of her chest against her will.

Sirius Black liked her.

It took a month before he asked her out. Made it, as some would say, "official". A part of [Y/N] knew that it wouldn't last long, but she would enjoy this—enjoy him—while she still had him. She'd never felt this way for anyone before, and despite her brain telling her that Sirius Black was trouble, her heart said otherwise.

A month together turned into two. And three, and then four, five, and suddenly the rest of Hogwarts was wondering when Sirius planned to break things off with her.

[Y/N] wondered it, too. But Sirius still looked at her the same way he had done all those months ago when he'd asked for her name, like she was everything in the world he'd been hoping for—like she was different. Like he actually held real feelings for her and not just the kind you try out one second and then get bored of the next.

She wanted to believe that look in his eyes, but she'd heard the rumors. and on top of that there were her friends' warnings, telling her that Sirius was no good for her and that he would break her heart one way or the other.

One day, while they sat at the balcony of Ravenclaw tower during one of the many times she'd snuck Sirius into the common room, she glanced at him.

They were sitting on the floor facing each other, legs crossed underneath them. Sirius's hands were in her own; her fingers played with the rings decorating his, turning them over and over.

"I like this one," she murmured, her touch lingering on the silver one on his middle finger. It was elegant, contrasting beautifully with his pale skin, simple and with what looked like a crest emblazoned on the middle. She looked up at him and found him looking at her—gaze intense and yet somehow also gentle, like he was memorizing every last detail of her face and committing them to memory. Softly, she asked, "Does it mean anything?"

Sirius made a small sound of confirmation, eyes leaving hers to look down at the ring, watching as her fingers grazed over it. "Yeah," he said quietly, blinking, lashes dusting pale cheeks before he was looking up at her again. It took a while for the rest of his words to get out of his mouth; he looked as though he was in deep thought, watching her with something unreadable dancing just behind his eyes.

And then Sirius was clearing his throat, shifting on where he sat. When he spoke next, his voice was oddly soft. Sincere. (And again [Y/N] found herself wondering: are you pretending?)

Because it was during moments like these that made her think that what Sirius felt for her was real.

"It's from, uh," he cleared his throat again, and [Y/N] didn't fail to notice the sudden rigidness of his shoulders. His gaze was skittering away, looking instead at the scenery below them instead of at her. "It's from James's family. The Potters. I.. ran away from my family, see, about a year ago."

As [Y/N] listened to him speak, watched as his eyes grew hard and he swallowed with difficulty, she realized—this was something important to him. He wouldn't lie about this just to get closer to her; he was laying part of himself bare to her that very few people had ever seen.

"They took me in," Sirius said quietly, still not quite looking at her. "When I had nowhere else to go, they let me stay over at their place. And that same Christmas, they gave me this ring to.. welcome me to their family, I guess." Emotion tugged his lips upwards at the corners. "I'm grateful for them," he told her, nodding a little to himself, and then he was looking up at her, meeting her eyes.

He was relieved to see that there wasn't any sympathy in them. just—and Sirius found it suddenly very hard to breathe—love. Pure, unadulterated love.

"You deserve to be happy," she told him, tone just as soft as the gentle smile on her lips. She pressed her palm into his, fingers slipping into the spaces between his own and squeezing. He squeezed back, still staring at her, and wondered if his lungs had forgotten to stop breathing.

[Y/N] leaned in, lips feather-light in how they ghosted over his cheek, and then she was pulling away, and Sirius's heart was doing something weird inside his chest. "I'm happy you're in a better place now."

Sirius couldn't breathe.

He surged forward, capturing his lips in her own, and at that moment both of them knew this was different; it felt different, more than just a press of the lips, more than just a kiss. Sirius pried her lips apart with his own, taking his sweet, gentle time, and it shot sparks across his body like he'd never felt before. They kissed slow like melted honey, tender and thorough and just a little overwhelming, and Sirius was dizzy with it—he felt like he was drowning.

He was drowning, but he loved every second of it.

—

A few months turned into a year, then two, and before anyone knew it, they were graduating. And still, as they left the gates of Hogwarts to venture out into the world waiting for them, Sirius and [Y/N] were still together. It went against everyone's expectations—and truthfully, [Y/N]'s own—but it made her happy, being with him. and she could only hope that she made him just as happy as he did to her.

They moved into a flat of their own in the outskirts of London. It wasn't anything grand, but it was cozy and clean and it only took a few months for the building to become something of a home to both of them.

[Y/N] loved every moment she spent with Sirius. All their shared smiles, their little, subtle moments of intimacy, the fleeting kisses, waking up in the morning with him by her side—everything.

She loved him so much that it hurt.

Three years into their relationship, as she lay in bed with Sirius, their entire bedroom dark and quiet save for both of their rhythmic breathing, she told him.

"I love you," she whispered into the skin of his shoulder. His arm was draped lazily around her, and she was curled up at his side—and everything about it was painfully familiar. The way his chest rose and fell. The way he stroked at her hair. How he shifted down just the tiniest bit to press a kiss to the crown of her head.

She loved Sirius so much that she didn't even realize—or maybe didn't care—that he never said it back.

—

Maybe it was something that was just ingrained into him. There could have been a million other reasons that all pointed to it not being her fault, but still, for the longest time, she believed that it was.

Sirius was seeing someone else, and he wasn't doing a very good job at hiding it.

One of her friends had told her that they'd seen Sirius in Diagon Alley with another woman at his side. [Y/N] had been angry, but not at Sirius—no, she'd lashed out at her friend, calling her a liar, saying that Sirius would never do something like that.

It's bizarre, the things you do for love. how much you hurt yourself in the process.

Only a week later, she found a letter tucked into the pocket of one of Sirius's coats. It was addressed to a name she did not recognize, and written underneath it were sweet, sweet words that [Y/N] could remember Sirius telling her once or twice before.

you make it hard for me to breathe

everything about you drives me absolutely mad

meet me tomorrow night at the leaky cauldron and

[Y/N] stopped reading. Her hands were shaking too badly; the letter fell from her hands and onto the floor. There was bile rising in the back of her throat.

Her knees went weak underneath her. She leaned on the bed for support—the same bed they'd laid in just this morning, the same bed he'd murmured the very same things written in that blasted letter—

"Oh, God." She let out a ragged, broken sound, hands clutching at her own chest as though it would help ease the pain. She couldn't breathe. "Fuck. Fuck."

[Y/N]  didn't know why, but when Sirius came back home that night, claiming that he'd gone over to James and Lily to say hi, she didn't bring up the letter right away.

"How's Lily?" she asked, not looking up from where she sat on the couch, instead pretending that she was invested in a copy of the Witch Weekly magazine in her hands.

"She's doing fabulous," grinned Sirius, shrugging off his coat as he made his way over to her. "Her belly bump's getting a lot more noticeable. James is seconds away from absolutely losing it. He's always frantic—I swear he thinks the baby's going to pop out out of bloody nowhere."

[Y/N]'s senses weren't working properly. She hummed something inaudible in response. A single, painful thought was wafting around her head—a question that she now knew the answer to perfectly well.

Sirius strode over to her, draping his coat over the arm of the couch before moving around the coffee table to sit next to her. He was smiling. "But how was your day, love?" he said, and then he was leaning over, reaching out with one hand to tilt the side of her head towards him—

You're pretending. Always pretending. As soon as he made contact with her skin, she was flinching away, and Sirius knew that something was wrong.

"Is everything alright, doll?" he asked, brows furrowing into a frown of concern. His hand hovered somewhere next to her face, still, fingertips just barely ghosting her cheek.

Before Sirius knew it, [Y/N] was standing up and flinging the daily prophet onto the coffee table. There was something swimming in her eyes that he couldn't quite pinpoint, but he felt something stirring in his gut—something like realization.

Something like guilt.

He reached out and grabbed her wrist, holding her in place. "Doll," he said softly, and to him, it sounded like damnation.

And then [Y/N] said something that made his intestines feel like they were twisting into knots—"I know," [Y/N] said, without looking at Sirius. "I know everything."

Sirius blinked.

His grip on her wrist faltered, hand falling into his lap. There was a moment of thick, heavy silence. The temperature in the room seemed to have dropped by several degrees; Sirius felt cold sweat trickle down the side of temple. The space around him suddenly didn't seem to have enough oxygen.

And yet he let out a choked laugh, if only to quell the storm within his heart. "I don't," he began. His voice was unstable. "I'm not sure what you mean."

She was making her way to the door, but her movements were hesitant, like she didn't quite want to go—or rather, she was unsure where to go. She paused halfway to it, hands curling into fists at her sides.

"Just stop," she said. Resignation etched her voice. She leaned a hand on the wall, back still turned to him as she muttered to herself, sounding as though she'd lived entire countless lifetimes and had had enough, "Stop with the lies, Sirius. I'm done."

Sirius's limbs were getting up of their own accord, approaching her where she stood. But even he knew that he wasn't allowed to have her anymore, not at this moment—not at any moment, not ever—so he halted a few feet away from her, hand reaching out as though he wanted to touch her, gather into his arms and pretend like none of this had ever happened.

That he hadn't done anything wrong. But he did, and now he was paying for it.

When she spoke again, her voice was thick with emotion and there was undeniable pain in her eyes; “I'm only going to say this once,” she said, the lump in her throat audible. She turned around, meeting his gaze, anyone could tell that she was trying to sound strong—trying to sound like all of this didn't hurt her as much as it really did—but all of her walls were crumbling down on her, and it didn't sound like she'd be able to pick herself back up.

She swallowed with difficulty, blinking rapidly as though to fend off tears. “This is the last time you will ever lie to me again."

She looked up at him. Sirius's breath hitched in his throat. “I’m done,” she spat. “I’m done pretending like I’m okay with all of your crap. I’m fucking done.”

Sirius opened his mouth. There were a hundred explanations resting on the tip of his tongue, but all of them sounded like excuses, and he knew that was the last thing she wanted to hear.

And Sirius was the last person she wants to see.

He watched, with gut-wrenching guilt swimming in the pit of his stomach, as she wiped aggressively at her tears with the back of her hand and sent him a look of the utmost loathing—but Sirius saw right through it. He saw her pain.

Pain he had caused. Pain he knows he still caused.

“I hope you’re fucking happy,” she choked out, meaning to sound angry, but all Sirius heard was pain.

As she slammed the door shut on her way out, Sirius wondered to himself, as his knees buckled and he leaned on the couch for support, if [Y/N] would ever be the same again.

He'd made a mistake; a terrible one. And there was no going back from it now.

—

She did.

That is—she healed. It took her time, of course. Quite a lot of it.

Years passed by in a hazy blur. There were people who grew close to her, people who promised her the same things that she believed in so long ago. That she would be loved by them unconditionally if she just let her walls down and gave herself a chance to try and trust someone again.

It was difficult. She'd loved Sirius as though he were everything in the world that mattered—she had offered him all of her despite knowing that every moment he spent with her was a lie. every kiss, every promise; lies. All of them.

And yet she'd loved him, and when you love someone, you don't care about anything else but them. You don't listen when all of your friends tell you that he isn't good for you, and you don't care when he climbs out of bed in the morning, not quite meeting your gaze when he tells you he's going to visit a friend.

If you love someone, you don't care about all of that.

Or at least you tell yourself that, until you realize that you do. You do care.

[Y/N] realized it far later.

It was that that gave her the strength to walk away from him, despite her heart telling him that it's okay—why should it matter if he doesn't love you back? As long as you love him, it's okay.

It wasn't.

God, it really, really wasn't.

So [Y/N] lived on, not because she wanted to, but because she had to. And it's funny, how pain changes you. At first you think you're never going to be the same again—that you will be heartbroken forever, wallowing in your own self-pity—but the more time passes, the stronger you get. You don't feel it right away.

But one day, many, many years later, when her heart has healed, and she wakes up and realizes that she is loved by people around her and by herself, the way Sirius Black had never done—she realizes:

She is strong. So much stronger than the person she was before.

For the first time in a very long time, when his name wafts back into her head again, she doesn't feel pain.

Instead, the corners of her lips tug up into a small smile.

Here, in front of the window, with the warm sunlight painted across her face, her lashes flutter open.

I'm done pretending.

And now, there is no more pain in her eyes. 

There hasn't been for a long time now.

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Take My Hands

Cadenza helps calm Ophélie’s nerves [featuring @arcanecadenza’s Cadenza]

words: 1.3k

NSFW 🍋: for day one of @midsummer-masquerade: shibari / marking (+ strap-ons, cock warming, orgasm denial, praise)

accompaniment

The first time Ophélie attended the normal masquerade had been nerve-wracking enough, but this one was on a whole different level of anxiety inducing. Leading up to tonight, her thoughts had been centered around the fear that no one would dare approach her.

But reality was just the opposite—she never realized just how many people would be eager to approach her. Her identity was hardly a secret, the lace of her “mask” barely obscuring her face. The thought that the very same people who sought out her affections each night after the curtain was lowered would also be in attendance hadn't crossed her mind at all.

But Ophélie wasn't interested in any of them. Not until she'd seen a figure of violet organza and wild curls cut through the crowd several feet away. She'd almost called out Cadenza’s name as she began to follow after her, but caught herself last-second.

The lightest brush of her hand against Cadenza's arm alerts the other woman of her presence.

"I didn't know you'd be here!" Ophélie greets, feeling giddy when she sees the way Cadenza's face lights up behind her mask.

"That is the point, is it not? Secret invitations." Cadenza’s smile is bright, her eyes slowly dragging over Ophélie’s body. "I was hoping I'd find you. But it seems you've found me instead."

Ophélie takes in Cadenza’s own hardly-there outfit. It really wasn't all that different from what she wore on a normal day—except for her gown itself had been crafted out of completely sheer fabric.

"You look beautiful!" Ophélie complements. She thinks Cadenza looks much more than just beautiful, of course, but she’d like to save those for when they’re alone.

"You look nervous."

“That easy to tell?” Ophélie giggles, eyes darting around the room momentarily before returning to look up at her.

Cadenza is still smiling as she takes Ophélie's hand. "Let me help you relax?"

———

"I'm already wearing a harness." Ophélie says half-heartedly, as Cadenza begins to work the silken lilac rope over and around her chest. It’s caging in her breasts more than the harness that’s practically her entire outfit is, weaving under them and over them.

"And the rope complements it, don't you think?" She circles Ophélie, drawing the rope down between her shoulder blades, so that she can begin to wind it around her forearms.

“It is very pretty. I love the purple,” she tilts her head down to examine the design the best she can.

“Not as pretty as you look, especially how pretty you’ll look after I’m done with you.” Ophélie feels her face heat at the words, at the way the rope tightens around her chest. “And the marks this leave will also complement these quite nicely.”

Before Ophélie can ask what Cadenza means, she leans forward and bites down onto the bare skin of her shoulder. Ophélie moans out in surprise, but Cadenza quickly pulls away, resuming carefully knotting the restraints.

Ophélie waits patiently as she can as Cadenza works, the tightness of the rope and Cadenza’s presence sooth her nerves—while simultaneously riling her up in a different manner.

After a few more minutes Cadenza steps back, examining her work for a moment, her eyes dark. Without another word she leaves Ophélie on the bed to retrieve something else from a chest across the room.

Ophélie watches Cadenza shed her gown, trading it for a harness of her own that fastens around her hips.

“I can’t wait to see you take this.” Cadenza turns to face the bed again, revealing the carefully crafted glass cock that’s been secured to the harness.

Ophélie practically feels her mouth water. Her eyes follow Cadenza as she climbs back up onto the bed, leaning back against the surplus of pillows at the head. She beckons Ophélie closer with a single finger, lightly patting the freckled skin of her upper thighs.

She’s quick to follow orders, and shuffles up after her, sliding over Cadenza’s lap. Cadenza’s hand goes between Ophélie’s legs, fingers ghosting over the well-soaked lace between them, letting out a soft moan of her own as she pushes the lingerie to the side.

“Already so wet… Is this all for me, or did someone else get to you before I did?”

“It’s all for you,” Ophélie murmurs, struggling to keep herself from grinding down onto Cadenza’s fingers.

“I bet that I could slide inside of you just like this, hm?”

“Yes, please, Cadenza—“ Ophélie whines when Cadenza pulls her hand away.

“Already begging, too? You’re such an eager girl.”

Ophélie does start to move when she feels the cool tip of the glass against her cunt. Cadenza brings a hand to her hip to keep her still, nails digging into Ophélie’s skin through the layers and layers of tulle.

“No moving, even when I’m inside, understand?”

Ophélie opens her mouth to speak, just as the tip brushes her entrance, but all that comes out is a whine. She tries again. “Yes, yes, I won’t move.”

Her nails grasp at her own arms as Cadenza pulls her down onto her cock, going far slower than Ophélie needs to go.

“I think,” Ophélie giggles nervously, “this is just winding me up more—”

She's cut off by her own gasp, as Cadenza bites down on her neck, tongue laving over the mark she’s left.

“Not if I wear you out…” Cadenza grins, her lips grazing over Ophélie’s chest to suck more marks into her skin. “Then you just won't have the energy to worry.”

Ophélie holds as still as she can, mind already completely preoccupied with the desire to be a good girl for Cadenza. She doesn’t hold any of her sounds back though, all of her soft moans and high-pitched gasps freely tumbling past her lips as Cadenza busies herself with marking her up. She takes her sweet time, doing a thorough job of biting, kissing, and sucking every bit of pale skin for what feels like hours to Ophélie. All while the cock is buried deep inside of her and she isn’t allowed to do a single thing about it.

Cadenza weaves a hand into Ophélie’s short waves, tugging back to better access her neck. “I can feel how hard you’re trying to keep still, you’re doing so well,” her lips graze Ophélie’s skin as she speaks. Cadenza tugs her head back down and leans forward to finally capture Ophélie’s lips, not neglecting to bite at them either, smearing her lipstick in the process.

“Please, ‘Denza, will you fuck me now? Please?” Ophélie begs in between kisses and nips. She feels Cadenza’s lips quirk into a grin against hers, and when both of her hands return to her hips, Ophélie thinks she’s finally going to get some friction.

But instead of fucking her properly, Cadenza slowly lifts her up and off of her strap completely. Ophélie wines in disappointment, but a sharp look from Cadenza silences her complaints.

“I think it’s time for you to go back out and enjoy the party, you’re due on stage soon, aren’t you?” Cadenza says innocently, like she hadn’t just spent the better part of an hour working Ophélie up to no release. She loosens the silk knots behind her back and around her wrists.

Once she’s loose, Cadenza pulls Ophélie from the bed, guiding her across the room towards a mirror against the wall, giving her a chance to appreciate Cadenza’s marks all over her skin.

“I think the crowd will just love these additions to your outfit.” Cadenza spins Ophélie around to face her, and since her hands have been tied up for most of their time together, Ophélie takes the opportunity to run them up Cadenza’s thighs.

“Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you, after. But you aren’t allowed to come from any touch that isn’t mine. You make sure anyone else so lucky to end up with you knows that.”

[estrxlar]

The Ghost Of You

01 - You’re Familiar

This chapters songs:

Daughter Of A Cop; TV Girl

I Hope To Be Around; Men I Trust

Weird Fishes/Arpeggi; Radiohead

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— Y. L. Perspective

My breath got louder and louder each second I ran. With my bento box hitting my hips, bag tossing around, and my skirt flying up, there was no way things could get any worse.

But luckily just around the corner, I spotted students climbing onto it, which made my feet run even faster.

Near late on my first day? Damn, Y/n, way to start your year.

   Just then, I heard the sharp hiss of the engine, sending me faster towards the vehicle than I had been pacing myself before. But still, the driver was ignorant, obviously not caring how much I needed this. It wasn't like my parents would take me anyways.

"WAIT..! PLEASE WAIT!" I started on the side of the bus, running side to side with the wheels. After a few seconds of loud disruption, it finally stopped. The break was hard, and students inside were heard making remarks of protest.

Sure, I felt bad for the people who had to get a brake check, but I on the other hand was completely out of breath and near dead. Couldn't they spare me?

"I'm, I'm so.. I'm so sorry I.." My breath is short, and loud while I breathe in and out, trying my best to try and explain my tardiness to the driver. He simply sighs, gesturing for me to seat myself already.

While I stumbled down the aisle, I received a few weird glances from fellow students. Some familiar and some new. I couldn't tell if it was because of my reputation, or because I looked like a hot mess. Either way, it was too early in the morning for one to give a damn. And so, I seat myself next to another student, finally resting from the marathon I had just run.

I sighed, rolling my head back, and placed my fingers on my temples. 'I probably look like a mess right now.' I thought, letting out a huge sigh. Once I sat my fingers back down onto my lap, I observed more of the people I was surrounded by.

Some third years I was familiar with, a few that wouldn't dare speak to me, and some that were strangers. Other second and first years I didn't know at all; throughout high school, I thought it'd be best to stay hidden and introverted, especially if I were to become popular in the music industry. Lots of young stars still went to school, and usually got dirt easily thrown onto their title and that's exactly what I would avoid this year.

Bringing me back to reality, I capture a peek coming from the boy I was seated next to. He had fluffy gray hair and seemed just as tired as me. But the bus was so dark, I couldn't completely make out his features.

"Something wrong?" I said to him.

He jumped a little, adjusting his eyes back down to his phone. "S-sorry, I didn't mean to stare. I just- I think I know you from somewhere."

"Lots of people know me, buddy—" I lifted my head, facing him. 'Hey, this guy does pretty familiar. But there's no way I'd forget a face like his. Then again, I have the memory of an 80-year-old woman.' I think to myself, examining his features in an awkward mood.

"Wow, it is you. (Y/n), it's been quite a while!" He smiled widely, reaching a hand out to me. I only froze, too confused to comprehend the situation. "You have no idea how glad I am to see you're doing well!"

"I-Im sorry?" I question, wondering why a stranger would confront me this way. But something was off— I knew him, I just couldn't remember where from. Maybe from previous classes, or from a concert?

He turns slightly, growing a smile on his pale face. "I was trying to figure out if it was you or not, but it is! It's great to see you're better. How are you?"

"Who are you?" I ask back, a bit frightened.

"Uhm, well, I sat next to you in math class during my first year. Remember? I was a little ditzy, kind of annoying, I never shut up about volleyball..?" He asks, hoping to get a hint of nostalgia. "Come on, you've gotta recognize me, right?"

"Wait, Sugawara!" My finger jumps out, pointing to his sitting figure. "I'm sorry I couldn't recognize you! It sure has been quite a while. But I definitely remember you, now! You were one of the people who talked to me during my first year.. thanks for that. Anyways, how've you been?"

"I think that's my line, L/n." Suga pats my shoulder, then places his hand onto his lap. "You've changed so much! I've gotta know how you're doing!"

"I-I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing in your perspective, but thanks anyway. I've been doing just fine." I explain before a yawn escapes my mouth. Sure, this conversation was energetic, but I certainly wasn't.

"Again, so very sorry for being so forgetful. I don't remember much from first year, especially not anything in math, but I sure do recognize you now." I say, hoping my rudeness from before wouldn't have any effect on how he viewed me. Not that I cared, of course.

Luckily, Sugawara was forgiving that day. With a wide grin, he replies, "No need to apologize. People change drastically during high school; we're no exceptions. Although, I would've enjoyed being mutuals with you throughout most of it! I wonder why I haven't seen you around until today... I believe the last time we had talked was around the last day of first year."

"Yeah, we didn't have any classes together. If we had, I'm sure we would have stirred up a discussion. You seem very kind. " I gently smile, rubbing the nape of my neck. I tend to forget any bad memories, and the beginning of high school sure was a fat one.

"What a shame, you too seem wonderful.." He comments, gazing towards me for a split second, before reverting his focus. "A-anyways, it's a bit of a surprise I saw you here. Have you always ridden the bus? I usually take it in the mornings as well."

"I've actually just moved into this neighborhood. My parents work more hours than ever, so they decided it's best if I'm closer to school so that I can get to school and back quickly." I explain, tapping the sage green bento in my lap, before setting it on my side.

Sugawara nods, understanding the circumstances. "That makes sense. I'm sure you'll enjoy it now that you've got a friend in the neighborhood. Although, a girl like you must be quite familiar, right?"

'Is that intended to be disrespectful, or am I just tripping?' I think to myself, asking him to spell out the meaning of that remark. "I'm sorry, what? A girl like me?"

"Oh, crap! I didn't mean that to sound rude— I meant because of your band! I understand you guys are the talk around school, considering you're getting pretty popular in the field."

A sigh of relief leaves my lips, preparatory to my correction. "Oh, my band. I'm not sure I necessarily make friends, more like connections and acquaintances. Only a couple of students know about the band, and usually just the down-low ones. But enough about me, what about you, hm? I assume still volleyball obsessed."

I had obviously steered in the wrong direction with our conversation, for Suga's aura quickly altered at the mention of the sport. "Eh, I'm not as excited about it as I used to be." He says, along with a hint of dissatisfaction in his raspy voice.

"No way. What happened to cheerful Sugawara who asked me, the lamest, to join the girls' team?" I ask, hoping a bit of that childish personality was still inside the older version of Suga. The one which was taller, more masculine, more of a man than before.

"Honestly, can't tell you. 'Teams has been a mess ever since I've joined." He leans back in his seat, stretching his arms out, before placing them around his neck from behind. "We're hanging on my a very thin thread."

"Dang, that really sucks. You never know, things can always turn out better." I say, doing as he did, and resting against the leather seats.

"Yeah, of course. I guess it's pretty hard to keep going after so many fails, haha." A sad chuckle leaves his mouth, as he sighs.

"Anyway, nice talking. I'm outta take a quick power nap; I barely got sleep last night. Mind waking me up when we get to school?"

"Yeah, of course," Sugawara replies. With that, I'm left with laying music in my ears like always, and nodded off to slumber.

—

"Hey, sleepyhead. We're at school," I hear someone say, feeling a tap of a cold finger on my nose. Almost immediately, I shoot up from my position, standing directly above Sugawara while students leave the bus with their bags, having loud discussions of excitement. Was there anything more embarrassing than falling asleep on someone who ghosted you as a friend?

"Dear God, I'm terribly sorry." I panic, brushing down my blue skirt. "That happens on rides, it was a mistake."

"Oh, it's no big deal! Don't worry—" Suga chuckles, standing up from sitting. But before I could let him talk anymore, I started making my way towards the exit of the bus.

"Uhm, I've gotta go! Great talking, though. I'll catch you later, have a good day," I mumble, before frantically leaving the vehicle. 'What a morning.'

— K. S. Perspective

Before I could grant Y/n a polite goodbye, she'd disappeared in just a few seconds. But even so, the measly to,e I'd discussed with her was quite enjoyable. I couldn't believe how much she'd changed.

Long ago, the beginning of high school, Y/n was the type of girl you could barely see, as if she were invisible. I think the only reason I ever even noticed her was because we were seated next to each other in math class, and she immediately caught my attention. But thank goodness I had at least tried making an effort to talk to her, or else we wouldn't have had our conversation this morning. But it wasn't her fault she was so gloomy; supposedly she had lost someone close to her the year before.

Although our talk was brief, it still meant a lot to me. Especially since I was informed that she was finally happy. Looking down at the seat she used, there was a small box with a handle at the top, and a few anime stickers covering it.

'Is this what was making that loud tapping noise on the way here?' I asked myself, examining the box more. Small initials marked 'Y.L.' We're at the bottom, informing me it was Y/n's. At first, I considered handing it to our bus driver, but for the few years I've known him I learned he doesn't return lost things. And so, I leave the bus with it in my hands, ready to start my morning.

"Suga!" I hear a familiar voice call out to me. Looking up, I see my friend, Daichi, and another fellow behind him, Tanaka. The two of them jog towards me, with their scarfs unfolding in the wind. Both I had met in volleyball, and they've been my buddies ever since.

"Hey, Sugawara!" Tanaka exclaims, roughly slapping my back. The bento tosses in my hands, thankfully not spilling onto the floor. Unfortunately, he notices the box and snatches it right out of my hold. "Wow, feeling a bit girly, are we?"

I laugh in response, quickly taking it back. "It's not mine, it belongs to the person who sat next to me today. Hopefully, if I see her again I can give return it."

"Hopefully?" Daichi teases, as we all begin our walk towards the school doors. "Do you know her name?"

"Yeah, her name's Y/n. Know her?"

He lights up at the mention of their name, replying "Oh, I know her! That girl you never shut up about I in first year, correct?"

"Ha, yeah."

Tanaka doesn't understand, digging deeper into the situation. "What?! I've never known good ole' Suga to genuinely have feelings for a girl, unless it was some fling."

"I don't! I used to. There's a difference." I say, as we enter the building.

"If she rides your bus, then why don't you just give it to the driver? She'll probably go looking for it later at the end of the day. That is unless you wanna see her again.." Daichi teases me.

"You see, I would. But the bus driver is sort of a thief, and this girl has had a rough morning as it is. I just wanna be nice." I explain to him. Though a part of me did want to see her again and hope that we could talk longer than we did before.

"Sure you do," Tanaka says, patting our backs. "Listen, this is my stop. I'll catch you guys at practice?"

"Sure thing, bye." We say our farewells, and make our way towards the third-year halls. "What about you, Daichi? Got anything exciting happening this hour?"

"If stressing about volleyball counts, then yes! Most definitely.." He says, clearing his throat. "Watch, like, two people show up."

"Actually, Kiyoko informed us in the group chat that we've got at least four! That's better than last year, right?" I try my best to cheer him up, but it only made him even more nervous. I couldn't blame him. Too much was even more of a burden, but too little was a disappointment and would leave us exactly where we left off.

"It's okay, Suga. I have a lot of faith in our team. I know it's been rough lately, but as long as we try our best, we'll work this out." Daichi smiles, turning towards a separate hallway than mine. "I'm off to homeroom. See you later!"

"Yeah, see ya!" I'm left by myself, giving me more time to focus on what should happen today. - 1st, I have to go through each class and say hi to a couple of familiars, and hopefully not see anyone I've had a conflict with.

- 2nd, I had to give Y/ns bento back to them, but that could only happen if we happened to have a class with each other before, or if we had the same lunch.

- 3rd, volleyball tryouts were this afternoon. I had to make sure and represent myself as a role model, and make it clear I was vice-captain. I wanted nothing more than for the new players to feel safe.

But internally, I knew none of those plans would work out. Especially if I wasn't focused on them. Currently, all I could think about was Y/n, and how refreshing it felt to be around her again. When I was first around her was at the same time when things in my life started to fall apart, and my little crush on her made me feel better about it all. I guess you could say she was my comfort corner, even if she talked to me only once or twice during the week. And sometimes on her bad days, I would be able to at least get a laugh out of her, even if it meant making a complete fool out of myself.

All I wanted was for her not to harm herself or feel lonely, which took a quick turn towards me once the year had ended. Not only had my thing for her end, but my family soon fell apart after my mother had passed away. Of course, I still had my responsibilities like volleyball club and helping my younger sister and my father get through it. But it seemed that everyone would do their own thing, so I did the same. And for a while, I was lonely and didn't cope with the loss very well. Just like Y/n, I distanced myself.

This went on throughout my entire second year of high school, while she on the other hand started to get her life together. She started her band, made and covered a couple of songs, and finally healed from her hard year. Honestly, I didn't even really believe that she was in such a good state, but I was proven wrong today. Ultimately, she truly inspired me to pick myself up and start fresh. And now that she popped up so suddenly, I was back to square one.

'It's been a while, Y/n'

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HEYYY SHAWTYYYS.

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SO, I've finally rewritten the first chapter of my fanfiction!! It took a while, but I did it. If you didn't know, I started this story about eight months ago, and I had no writing experience. Now that I'm reaching the climax of this story, I decided I should edit the chapter, especially since they sucked ass! Nothing much was changed, just far more detailing and extra feelings.

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[killer-kashmir]

shy. (george harrison)

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Hamburg, Germany is not the ideal city for a young girl to be walking around during any time of the day. The cold wind stung your nose in response to the winter months, and you tried your best to get to your destination as quick as possible. There weren't many things for you to do in Germany, and you found yourself horribly bored on a regular basis- that was until you discovered a club you were able to sneak into. Most bars asked for an I.D, and you stopped trying to sneak in since you couldn't afford a fake one. You had given up hope, until you heard of the Indra Club. Sure, it wasn't the classiest of places, but as long as you never went alone you were perfectly safe.

A couple of the few friends you made in the months you've been in this city invited you out to enjoy the various bands that played every night. None of the live music at Indra was spectacular, you really just came for the free drinks you'd inevitably get from an older man desperate to get into your pants (they always failed). You said a silent prayer in hopes that your perfectly curled hair wasn't ruined (it took you nearly two hours to do!) as you walked past the bouncer without a word. You came to the club so often that even the owner was familiar with you, so there was no need to talk to the bouncer. "(Y/N)! Over here!" Your eyes scanned the bar until it met with your three friends. You made your way towards them, trying your best not to bump into every person in your vicinity. The smell of beer hit you like a wall, and you were convinced that the smell had seeped into the brick walls. You took a seat on a stool, the red leather worn due to the countless amount of people using it over the years. The bartender's eyes met with your familiar face, and a warm smile overtook his features on it as he got started on the same drink you ordered nearly every night.

     "I hope this band isn't shit. It would be a relief to have some music I could actually dance to for once." Mia ranted. You nodded in silent agreement. Mia was the closest friend you had in this country, and you spent nearly every minute you could together. The other two girls that were you were with you only knew briefly, being that Mia introduced them to you only the week before. Thanking the bartender kindly, you picked up the finished drink and brought the straw to your red lips. You tried your best not to cringe as the bitter liquor met your taste buds. "I'll never get used to that damn taste." You thought to yourself, shaking your head. Your train of thought was interrupted when Mia harshly nudged your bicep, gesturing to the owner of the bar come to center stage. Tapping the microphone, he cleared his throat and introduced the band. He spoke german faster than you could keep up, but you were able to gather that the name of the band preforming was “The Beatles”. “Like the bug? What a strange name.” You thought to yourself as four young boys walked into the small stage, plugging in their instruments quietly. Now this was intriguing! You’ve watched countless musicians play on that stage, but none this young- Well, with the exception of Rory Storm and the Hurricanes, your personal favorite.

The bass player nervously coughed into the microphone, before timidly speaking to the crowd. “Uhm, good evening everyone! We are The Beatles.” The bassist kept the opening speech short, before turning to his band mates while the drummer started the count-off of the first song. Your eyes went wide and you nearly dropped your drink when they began playing their instruments and started singing. Their energy was certainly not something you were expecting, but it gave you goosebumps of excitement. Your trance was broken by the surprised laugh of Mia, a look of bewilderment on her face. She immediately grabbed your hand and shoved your way to the front of the stage, dancing freely at the loud music. You laughed at your friend’s dance moves as you grabbed her hand and twirled her. Looking back up at the stage, you began to study the faces of the bandmates, being that you were much closer than before. The bass player was very cute, and his eyes had a light that you hadn’t seen before. The rythm guitarist was the most mischievous one, and you could tell from his antics as he performed. Your attention was brought to the lead guitarist as he played out a solo, a ghost of a smile on his face. Something about this boy felt different to you, almost like he didn’t want anyone to know he was confident in his playing. You studied him for maybe longer than you meant to, and his eyes met yours. His eyes widened for a moment once he confirmed to himself that you were looking at him, and his gaze focused back into the guitar in his hands. “Geez, you totally like what you see, don’t you?” What was that look? Disgust? It definitely wasn’t interest. You tried your best to ignore what you took as silent rejection and enjoy the music that pounded on the walls of the small club.

“Thank you everyone! Have a goodnight, one again, we are The Beatles!” The boys all took a synchronized bow, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the formality of the gesture considering the crowd they were performing to. Wiping the beads of sweat forming on your forehead, you went to the bar to grab another drink. The front of the stage was always the most crowded, and the hottest. You thanked the bartender, reaching into your pocket to pay for the beverage. “It’s on me, thank you sir!” A hand slapped onto the bar, leaving a couple of coins to pay for the drink. You turned to thank whoever covered you, almost choking when your eyes were met with the face of the bass player. “Hello, lovely! I’m Paul, you are?” You wanted to laugh at how posh Paul sounded, but it was endearing. “Nice to meet you Paul, my name is (Y/N).” Paul held his drink up, smiling gently. “Wonderful name for a wonderful lass, it’s nice to meet you (Y/N).” You smiled shyly as you brought your glass up to clink with his. Your eye contact was broken when Mia caught you with you, going silent when she saw the bass player. You smiled at the girl, knowing how outgoing she could be. That was only after she got to know someone though, but at first she was extremely timid. “Oh, I wasn’t aware you had a friend! What’s your name, love?” Paul said confidently, giving Mia the same look he had just given you moments before. Mia blushed a dark red and introduced herself. “Great, we’ve got a playboy on our hands.” You couldn’t help but feel a pit of disappointment settle in your stomach, knowing his interest wasn’t in you, but every female he had come into contact with. “Would you girls like to sit at our table? You could meet the lads.” Paul suggested, and Mia turned to you to answer, being too shy to decide. “Whatever, why not. It’s impossible to get a table here anyway, so we might as well take advantage.” Your eyes met Paul’s, a confident smiling spreading onto your lips. “We’d love to!”

“Ah, who do we have here? How’d you managed to score two birds, Paul?” The rythm guitarist laughed, playfully throwing an arm around Paul’s shoulders. “Oh sod off John, I just thought it would be nice to be acquainted with the locals. This is (Y/N) and Mia, try not to leave a bad first impression, although I think you already might have.” Paul said, throwing John’s, who’s name you just discovered, arm off his body. John didn’t seem phased by the aggression, in fact it only caused his smile to grow larger. John put his elbows on the table, leaning forward to face you and Mia, his gaze bouncing between the two of you. “Okay then ladies, who’d you reckon your going home with tonight?” John said in a dramatic tone, his eyebrows bouncing up and down on his face. You snorted a laugh and rolled your eyes, putting your half empty glass on the table, making fearless eye contact with him. “As long as it’s not you, I won’t be complaining.” The comeback sent Paul into an immediate fit of laughter, slapping his hand onto John’s back. “She really got you with that one, didn’t she lad?” John scoffed and got up, claiming he needed another drink.

You found the quiet guitarist looking at you, a slight smile on his face. You knew he found the remark you made funny, but you weren’t sure if he’d ever admit it. He looked away once again, focusing on the drink in front of him. An awkward silence took over the table, and was broken when Paul spoke. “Mia, would you like to go get another drink with me?” Mia blushes once again, only being able to respond with a nod as Paul took her hand and led her away. “Great, now I’m stuck alone with the boy who clearly doesn’t like me.” You felt yourself growing more and more nervous, looking anywhere but the boys direction. You jumped in surprise when you heard the boy speak, turning your head towards his direction. “I’m sorry, what’d you say?” Your voice slightly shook, not knowing how to approach the situation at hand. “I said, ‘What’s your name?’” The boy said expectantly for an answer, a straight face being his expression. “O-oh, It’s uh, (Y/N). How about you?” You asked, trying to avoid any more awkwardness. “George.” He said, taking another sip of his drink, and you could see him cringe at the taste of the alcohol. “It’s nice to meet you George, your set was really great.” You said sweetly, managing to recollect yourself. This caused George to smile for the first time you had seen that night. It gave you butterflies. “Can I walk you home?”

You shivered as you walked down the sidewalk, the night sky black and empty, except for the large full moon that cast a pale light onto the earth below. “Thanks for walking me, George. I really appreciate it.” You spoke kindly, a gentle smiled on your face. “It’s no worries, I wanted to get to know you, and that club is a little too loud for casual conversation.” You let out a giggle at the remark, his sense of humor only intrigued you more. “Well then, what would you like to know about me?” George paused for a moment, thinking of an adequate question. “You don’t sound German, where are you from?” You laughed at the statement/question, staring at the large moon. “I’m from the states, Washington to be exact. My father got a business opportunity here in Hamburg, so it was either move, or be homeless in America.” George nodded, and you were surprised with the purity of the question. Typically, men didn’t care about your personal life, just whether you’d sleep with them or not. You spent the rest of the walk asking each other questions, learning pointless facts about each other and laughing along the way. “This is my place.” You couldn’t help but feel sad with the fact that the walk was now over, you didn’t want to say goodbye to George just yet. “Wait, I have one final question.” George spoke, looking at his feet as he kicked a nearby pebble. “Alright, shoot.” You said, your interest peaked.

“Why’d you let me walk you home?” George asked, and your mind raced for an answer. Your heartbeat was thumping violently against your chest as you took a deep breath. “Because I wanted to get to know you, and that club is a little too loud for casual conversation.” George looked at you, seemingly entertained by the use of his own words. Before you got to say anything else, George leaned forward and his lips met with yours, and his hands rested on your waist. You felt as if you could grow wings and fly away with how happy you were, and your hands instinctively went up to rest on his shoulders. The kiss lasted for only a couple moments, but it was at the top of your list for one of the best experiences you’ve ever had. You pulled back with a flushed face, your stomach turning in happy knots. George’s cheeks were tinted pink as a full smile spread onto his features. You leaned in to give the boy a quick kiss on the cheek and ran to your door step, resting a hand on the knob before turning back once more.

“Goodnight, George.”

“Sleep well, (Y/N).”