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yiiyiiwrites · 7 months ago

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🗡️ | Relics and Ruins | 1

[Series masterlist] [acotar masterlist] Summary: you come from a long line of healers in the dawn court, but it seemed to have skipped you completely. So you find that your mind is more equipped to read magical objects, fixing broken or cursed relics. What you don’t expect is an Illyrian warrior seeking your expertise on his favourite broken dagger. 1455words

The blade on the table rattled to a stop, whatever secrets it whispered, you did not understand the language it spoke.

A shadow lurked over the table, you glanced to the night courts high lord, Rhys opposite you, a smirk pulling his lips as his eyes flicked from you and his friend behind you.

“Are you going to stand over me whilst I work?” You raised a brow, neck aching as you twisted in your seat and looked to the Shadowsinger.

Rhys muttered an apology on behalf of his friend. Azriel stepped back from your desk, allowing the light to creep back in. You swatted one of the stray shadows still lingering, it rolled over your finger like the curl of smoke.

The small studio space you rented, barely allowed enough room for you to navigate. Tables and shelves filled with an assortment of objects still screaming at you to fix. You were sentimental when it came to the place, the first and only part of the court that was yours. Knew the layout like the back of your hand, large windows that bathed the area in light that no dark corner could be found. And you hated the dark.

You bit your lip trying to suppress the smile at the awkward Illyrian’s taking up the space. Their Highlord’s wings vanished before he entered the confined space, the other two however had tucked their wings in tightly and tried not to move too much within the organised mess.

The longhaired one, Cassian had given you some valuable information on a shield you’d given up on decades ago. You couldn’t help but mirror his smile whenever he offered you one, brows scrunching as he translated the text engraved on the metal.

The other winged male did not speak to you, he hung back clouded by shadows. Every now and then, little black wisps brushed against the tip of your short hair, a breeze ghosting over your shoulders.

But when he did finally speak, you found yourself wanting to look at him. The knot in your stomach twisting, his smooth voice called to you and it felt familiar, comforting. You wanted to hear it again.

“How long do you think it will take to mend?” Azriel leant on the desk, gloved hands supporting him as he gazed down at you. His attention solely on you, even up close he was breathtaking.

You blinked, hands fumbling over the desk as you knocked a pile of ancient tomes over. Dust settling in the air, the action kept going on like dominoes. A cannon ball hitting the mannequin of ancient armour into the hoards of Elven bows stacked up high.

Cassian tried to catch the next thing falling, but his wings flared ever so slightly as he tried to keep his balance. Forgetting about the tight space, his wings swiped the entire contents as well as the shelf off the wall. Metal clanged to the floor and he froze.

“Do not touch that,” you snapped, running to Cassian, your fast movement making him step back. “Unless you want it to haunt your dreams for the next hundred years.” You nudged the fallen contents with your boot, keeping them all together.

“We would not want that,” Rhys paused, glancing around the studio and the mess scattering what was left of the floor. “Perhaps we should allow you the time to do your work.” He flicked his wrist, the Elven bows stacking on top of one another.

You couldn’t help but gasp, it would have taken you hours to sort out the mess, but Rhys had put most of it back in its original place. Except the items you warned them not to touch, even that being extended to another persons magic.

The three men walked through the studio, you following closely behind them. Your hands hovering behind their wings as if waiting for them to knock into more things as they went.

Cassian doesn’t meet your eyes as you stand in the doorway, the three of them tense as if waiting for one of them to speak. You turn to Rhys expecting him to say something.

“We have business with your Highlord, so we will be around if you need anything,” Azriel said, bowing his head slightly. His shadows twirled in frenzy, black wisps tangling in your hair one more time.

You shook your head, trying to rid yourself of the pesky wisps.

Azriel cleared his throat, shadows returning to curl round his ear as if to tell him a secret. “How long do you think it’ll take to mend the truth-teller?”

“It will take me a while, I need to familiarise with the energy surrounding the blade.” You could already hear truth-teller beckoning you. A broken echo, the voice not quite pronouncing your name properly. But it called.

They bid you goodbye and you returned to the room of relics. The noise always a welcome distraction than listening to your own thoughts.

*🦇*

Azriel’s shadows had not stopped mumbling of the girl of sunlight. He kept swatting them away, the text he was trying to read in front him blurring at their constant interrupting.

“You think she knows?” Rhys asked, his hands in his pockets as he watched the sun bathe the sky in dusky pinks and orange hues.

The thought crossed Azriel’s mind, part of him thinking there was a moment when their eyes met, but the way she retreated from his shadows made him think otherwise.

“Nah, there’s no way. Too much energy in that room. Don’t know how she can surround herself with all those relics,” Cassian said, his fingers rubbing his temple.

Relics kept their energy and magical properties forever, outliving the ones that created them. They might not be able to wielded again, but if one was worthy enough to channel that power the object would call for whoever it could hear. Most times it was a distant mumble, only a trained ear or shadow could hear it.

“Now you know how we feel brother, when we spend too much time with you.”

Cassian pulled up the chair opposite Azriel, smirking as he got himself comfortable. “Maybe I should help her, you know familiarise that energy surrounding truth-teller. I do know some riveting tales…”

“The only thing snapping will be your neck if you meddle,” Azriel spat, he slammed his book shut as if closing anymore discussion on the mender in the dawn court.

The anger spread like wildfire in his chest, ever since the bond snapped he’d been overwhelmed with emotions. His shadows were equally as messy, not sure whether to follow him or stick behind with her. A few stray wisps fell back, hiding between the relics in her studio and keeping a safe distance.

Azriel couldn’t get her off his mind, he wondered if she’d ever been beyond her home or stepped into the darkness. He knew that his life wasn’t for everyone and didn’t want to subject someone full of so much light, to something so cold.

“Did you sense it whilst we were there?”

Cassian’s question dragged Azriel back to why they were truly there, the matter of his mate paused until they got what they were looking for. But Azriel didn’t realise that the one thing he’d be looking for was her.

“No, nothing.” Rhys turned as the doors opened, the dawn courts high lord entering.

“Well why didn’t you ask my favourite mender?” Thesan asked, but he waved his hand as if answering his own question. “She did let you in, did she not?”

“I fear that our missing relic is still under the mountain, her collection did not give us any clues,” Rhysand said glancing to Thesan, the warmth in his eyes dulled at the mention of the mountain. He too had been trapped beneath it, the last resort of returning was changing to a definite return.

“Ah,” Thesan paused, a strained smile twitched his lips. “ You see the mender is a relic herself. She too survived under the mountain and is the reason we have so much knowledge on the subject.”

Azriel felt the tight pull in his chest, so she had known darkness. He rubbed his chest, wondering if she felt the same jolt there too. His shadows being a reminder of her time there, maybe that’s why she preferred the light glaring down upon her. No curtains or furniture blocking the large windows that dominated the small studio she worked in.

“Would she be able to show us the way without actually going there?” Cassian asked. Azriel thankful that he had spoken up first. His thoughts were tangled, but they all led to her and her safety.

“You would have to ask her.”

[Part two]

I wrote this on my phone and not edited so might be some errors

#acotar imagine #acotar fanfic #acotar x reader #acotar fanfiction #acotar #azriel fanfic #azriel x reader #azriel #azriel fic #azriel x female!reader #acotar x you #acotar x oc

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lowkeyrobin · 10 months ago

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hello ! i was wondering if you would be able to write a fic of Percy ( PJO ) befriending a child of ares reader ( or hypnos , either is fine ! ). If you are not able to, that is alright as well! Have a great day / night !

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hi 🗡!! of course I could! I did child of hypnos because I thought it was cooler and shit idrk ; also gave reader some little sleep powers cause why not ; have a good day/night to you as well! ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy!

PERCY JACKSON ; slumbering demi-god

summary ; you meet good old Percy Jackson and helped him when he couldn't sleep

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; Percy is a little ooc but I was attempting to make him a little bit older (about 14-16 but no like danger or quests to go on yk)

word count ; 710

masterlist

"Oh, shit, I'm so sorry!" You exclaim, holding your shoulder after accidently walking into another camper.

"You're fine, sorry, that was my fault" He awkwardly smiles, "You okay?"

"Yeah, sorry"

"What's your name? I don't think I've seen you before?" The boy asks, pushing his curly blonde hair away from his face.

"Y/n" You answer, rubbing your eyes a bit, "Sorry, really drowsy this morning"

"You say sorry a lot"

"I know, jackass"

"Gods, okay, damn"

"Oh, yeah, I know Y/n" Annabeth nods, "They're a child of Hypnos, like, the personification of sleep and slumber"

Percy nods, humming in response. "So, like, they just sleep a lot?"

"They can make people sleep slash fall into a deep slumber on command, basically. But they have to sleep a lot to keep themselves charged"

"Huh, interesting," Percy shrugs. "Like how I just drink gallons of water every day to keep myself hydrated? And somehow I don't fall ill to water poisoning?"

"Yeah, something like that, Perc"

You roll your eyes, sending the young camper to sleep on command with a wave of your fingers. "Sorry, but I'm not dealing with cranky kids in the morning"

You sigh, retrieving outside to get a breath of air before heading to bed.

"Hey, Y/n!" You hear a slightly familiar voice call.

You quickly turn your head toward the source of the sound, that kid you bumped into earlier today. He still wears the same orange Camp Half-Blood shirt, his blonde curls a mess upon his head now.

"Hi?" You reply, more like a question if anything. "I don't know your name, so-"

"Percy" He answers, "So, like, you can make people sleep on command?"

"Mhm," You hum, "What? You need some sleep?"

Percy awkwardly rubs the nape of his neck with a sideways smile. "Uh, yeah. Kinda, yeah"

You softly smile, walking down to him. "You're lucky I'm not forcing you to sleep right here, Percy. Lead the way home"

He spins on his heels, leading you toward the Poseidon cabin, which he ran and was the only resident of. He welcomes you in, apologizing for the mess of empty water bottles across the floor.

"Gods, how much water do you drink?" You ask him, picking a few up to throw them away. You were not navigating through that whole maze at a time like this.

"Uh, a lot," He answers, not really giving a definite explanation. "Sorry for this, by the way. I just haven't been able to sleep recently-"

"It's fine." You shrug, tossing the empty bottles into the bin. "What I'm here for, right?" You smile, re-tying the drawstrings on your pajama pants. "You can like, lay down, unless you're planning to sleep on the floor"

He nods, climbing into his bed. Halfway through the motion, you wave your fingers, and into slumber, he falls. His blanket is halfway draped over him, his arm hanging over the side of the bed.

"Night-night, Percy"

"Y/n!"

"Hey, Percy"

"You couldn't have at least let me get covered?"

"I'd quiet down, Percy"

"You-" He groans, "You know what I meant"

"You wanted to sleep, no?"

"I meant you probably could've waited for me to actually get in my bed before spelling me to sleep with your fantasy fairy powers," He clarifies.

You shrug, leaning against the fence outside your cabin. "You got what you wanted, Jackson"

His eyebrows quickly furrow, "I never told you my last name"

"It's almost like you're a camp hero, dude" You playfully roll your eyes. "How'd you sleep?"

Percy opened his mouth to speak but was quickly stopped, realizing that you had the advantage here and he'd already lost.

"Good" He admits.

"Just good?"

"Great, actually"

"Will you be recommending my services to other people? On a scale of one to ten, how likely is that?" You ask, mocking some trivia at the end of an online therapy session.

"Oh, definitely an eleven. I'll get you more money and clients, don't worry."

"Yeah, sure, buddy"

"Buddy?"

"I'm testing the waters to see how much I can annoy you"

Percy sighs with a laugh choking him, "I like you Y/n"

"Yeah, you're cool, Jackson"

"Okay, that's just kinda creepy."

"Okay, that's too far but not buddy?"

#lowkeyrobin #gender neutral reader #gn reader #they/them reader #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #percy jackson x reader #pjo x reader #walker scobell x reader #walker scobell #gn! reader #pjo x gn reader #🗡 anon

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gingernut1314 · 1 year ago

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Will You Be Mine?

Straw Hat Crew x GN!Reader

Summary: It's Valentine's Day and the crew of the Going Merry want to make sure this day is just as special as you are.

Warnings: fluffffffff, established relationships (Zoro, Nami, Usopp, Chopper--Chopper's is strictly friend/family-type love), spoilers for the anime (Chopper and Robin, Ace mentioned, slight Enies Lobby Arc talk)

Word Count: 4.6K (about 600ish per character)

Setlist:

All I Want Is You

Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby

The Heart Wants What It Wants

Made to Fall in Love

Can't Take My Eyes off You

Best Friend

My Kind of Woman

(The setlist goes along with the characters so you can listen that way if you want!)

A/N: HAPPY VALENTINES DAY MY LOVELY LOVELIES!! I am sending each and every one of you the biggest hug and all the love I have in my heart for you all!! Have an amazing day/night and I hope you enjoy!! 🩷🩷🩷

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Luffy: 🍖

"I love you even when I'm hungry. I love you more than meat. I love you so much I would share my food with you."

Luffy hardly understands that he’s in love with you, so Valentine's Day is pretty foreign to him

He doesn’t even realize the day is different until Sanji gifts you and the girls flowers and homemade chocolates

Sanji is the one to angrily explain (after a flaming kick or two to Luffy’s head for trying to eat their gifts) that the day was important because it’s when you can show appreciation and love for that extra special person in your life

And Luffy could only think of one person like that

You were special to Luffy

You made his heart beat all funny in his chest whenever he saw you

And when you were away from him for too long, he found he could hardly eat

He never wanted to ever leave your side so he knows he needs to do something for you

But what, he doesn't know

Luffy remembers Ace one year giving Makino a frilly pink, red, and glitter-filled card that he vaguely remembers having to do with some special day like this

So he sets to work creating such a thing for you

He goes as far as to block you from entering the kitchen so you wouldn’t see his creation

You had been confused at first, but after spying the glitter on his skin (glitter he stole from you), you suspected what he was up to

You hadn’t expected anything from your captain today

You didn’t realize he knew what today was

Because even though he held your hand, clung to you like he was made of glue instead of rubber, kissed you (kissed you on the lips even), and slept loudly in your hammock occasionally, he had yet to confirm his romantic love for you

So you hadn’t expected anything from him

But oh were you over the moon happy he had taken the time to craft something special for you

Nami and Robin had been egging you on to tell your captain how you felt for a while now

And now they were practically commanding you to do so today

So, when Luffy presented his glue and glitter-covered creation (with handwriting that was barely legible) you dragged him into one of the storage closets for some semblance of privacy

Luffy had been more than happy to follow and sit amongst the cleaning supplies with you, just enjoying being in your orbit

enjoyed the way your hand felt in his, the way your eyes shined when you looked at him, how you smelled so good he almost could sink his teeth into your flesh and take a bite

and his happiness only grew when you began to explain to him how you felt for him

Feelings he too felt and was relieved to have someone explain to him what it all meant

He was sure to kiss you silly

So silly the handle of the mop behind you knocked him over the head in his haste to have you near him

Luffy was sure to keep a hand on you the rest of the day and you were sure to hold it right back

Zoro:🗡️🥦 ⚔️

"I never liked Valentine's Day, but then I met you and I understood what it was all about. I am your sword and you are the shield around my heart."

Zoro doesn’t like Valentine's Day

He’s never had time for it, not between training and hunting down pirates

There was no time for love and hearts when you were focused on becoming the World's Greatest Swordsman, even now sailing with Luffy

Unlike his captain, he knew what the day was but was very, very adamant about hating it and making sure everyone knew how useless he thought the day was

That is until he met you

You, who, even before the two of you became a couple, decorated the ship in frills and hearts

You who was filled with so much love in your heart it just came spilling out for all you met

You who gave all your crew mates small little cards with personalized messages within the folds

Messages so beautifully written and heart felt it had nearly everyone teary-eyed by the end

Zoro had tried to keep away from your love-filled heart and tearful messages

But he found it was a more difficult task than he let himself believe it would be

Every day, he found himself by your side

Every night he made sure you had made it to your hammock safely

Every time you had watch, he was checking up on you (even waking from his naps and sleep to do so. You're safety having wound its way into his dreams)

Every battle and fight, he made sure you were safe and unharmed

God save the person who ever hurts you and your love-filled heart

Last years Valentine's Day, you had used your loving messages to tell Zoro how you felt towards him

Zoro had tried to find it within himself to fight against your allure. Fight against your love like he always tried to

But even though he tried to fight against your love, he found it was the one fight he was willing to lose

You had become his very heart

Someone hurt you, they were hurting him and therefore his new enemy

So this year, he set about the task of making the day as special as you were

He begrudgingly went to Sanji for help with what to do

That dumb, love-struck idiot was never going to let him live it down either

But Sanji halted his teasing just for the day to help Zoro come up with a plan

The next day, Zoro was shaking you awake from your very peaceful sleep and all but commanding you to get changed

You had tried to slow his roll down. Had tried to pull him into your hammock and snuggle the ever-living daylights out of him

But Zoro was dead set on getting you up. He had a plan and your ooey-gooey love-dove eyes weren’t going to sway him into diverging from that plan

He dragged you through the Merry, past the others who were all smirking and giggling away at his fall to your love and all but carrying you up into the crow's nest

You found he had layed out a blanket and beautiful breakfast, which Sanji had been swayed to make (though he did it mainly for your sake)

Even though you could gather Zoro hadn’t been the one to cook any of this or hadn’t come up with this idea all by himself, you were still very, very grateful he had even considered doing something as sweet as this for you

And when he pulled out a crinkled heart-shaped card from his pocket it brought stinging tears to your eyes

He gave you a warning that he wasn’t good with words, spoken or written, and that it wouldn’t compare to the cards you wrote

But when you opened the card and read the heartfelt note written in chicken-scratched handwriting

One speaking of Zoro’s love for you, of how much you had changed his life for the better. Of how you kept grounded and how he fought harder than ever to reach his dreams because you made him feel so supported

You had burst into tears

Just straight sobs that had Zoro tensing up and trying to soothe your sudden, wild emotions as best he could, hoping he hadn’t done anything to get you mad

You had all but tackled the swordsman, holding him as close to you as possibly could to

And you told him just how much his words had meant to you and how much he too had changed your life for the better

You two spent the rest of the day snuggled up in the crow's nest, watching the sea and the sky and just taking in each other's presence

Nami: 🍊

"You are the wind in my sails, the calm sea I travel through, my spark of creativity. Home is whenever I am with you."

Nami’s a secret romantic whose dreams for such romance had been squashed for so long she nearly forgot what it was like to love someone in that way

And Valentine's Day was something she had only ever dreamed of partaking in before joining the Straw Hats

And now she has the freedom to do so

The freedom to express her love on this day and to find her own extra special person to share it with

So when you come into her life, she holds on tight and makes sure every Valentine's Day you two spend together just as extra special as you are

Before meeting you and becoming your partner, she was exploiting Sanji’s own love for the holiday, having him make her sweet treats and drinks of varying pinks and reds and heart shapes

Now, with you, Sanji is, unfortunately, exploited once more

Breakfast for you both to share in bed, a wonderful lunch under her tangerine trees, and, of course, chocolate-covered strawberries

Before you dock, she tells you to dress up nice and you know from past mistakes never to question her commands, so you do

Once on the island and safely docked, she pulls you into town and straight to a flower shop to pick up the most elaborate flower arrangement you had ever seen in your life (you gather she must have had to place an order for at least a week ago)

They were your favorite type of flowers too--your favorite shades

Your heart is already bursting at the seams with how much thought she had put into this day already

Nami guides you around the island, hand in hand

She never once thinks about letting your hand go

The only time she ever lets it go is to buy you something you had been eyeing in one of the little shops or bakeries you both visit

Something you try to do for her as well, but she is quick to stop you

While she loves gifts and material things, she’s more happy to give them to you than to have you give them to her

And, in usual Nami fashion, she leaves no room for arguments

When it gets closer to nightfall, she brings you to a cute restaurant she had made a reservation at the same time she ordered the flowers

You two share a delicious, candle-lit dinner together

And she gives you one last gift, one she seems a little nervous to give

It’s a beautiful, golden locket, oval in shape and the front is covered in stunning swirling designs

She tells you she had Usopp make it (you can spot his craftsmanship as soon as she says it) just as you flip it open

You’re heart bursts then, eyes tearing up as you find a small picture of you and Nami together inside on the left side and on the right, engraved in looping letters

“Home is whenever I am with you.”

You look back up at her to see she seems all too nervous again

She tells you you can swap the picture out if you want but before she can even finish her sentence you are lunging over the table to kiss your love and adoration into her lips

This gift--it was special. So, so special to you because you were so honored she felt at home with you--that she trusted you enough to feel as safe as home would with you

You give Nami her gift, which you try to convey is not as special as hers to you, but Nami is tearing up at your gift and loves it just as much as she loves you

Nami ends the night by buying you a sweet treat to sit and eat on the ledge of a beautiful fountain in the town square, couple after couple moving their way past you two to end their own nights as well

You can’t stop placing little kisses on Nami’s hands and cheeks, unable to hold back in showing your love for her

Nami allows the public displays of affection for today, her smile as bright and shining as the moon and stars above

She couldn’t think of anything better than to sit there with you, watching you smile and blush and kiss her silly

You were her home, her happiness, and you were slowly and surely healing her romantic heart.

Usopp: 🤥

"You are my muse. Every story I tell is incomplete without you as my inspiration. Our love story is my favorite to tell.”

Usopp is bragging about everything he has planned for weeks before the actual day

If you were to believe his words, it’s going to be huge

Chocolate fountains and flocks of doves and a band to serenade you as you both drink the most perfectly aged wine money can buy

But you know Usopp doesn’t have that kind of money

He can hardly afford to get the supplies he needs for his weapons and crafts

You indulge his fantasies but know none of it can become a reality

For the weeks he brags, you are trying to figure out what he actually has planned

Because even if you aren’t getting an orchestra to play just for you or a diamond the size of an apple, you know you’ll enjoy the day greatly if it’s spent with him

And you know it’s going to be just that much more special when you try to make your way into the kitchen throughout the week only to get pushed out by Usopp who, after collecting himself, chilly tells you not to worry about it

he sends Sanji down afterward with a special drink in apology for shoving you out and to keep you from trying to get back in

When the big day does come around, you are woken to the sound of hushed arguing

And a quick peek over the edge of your hammock lets you see Usopp and Nami dragging in a huge arrangement of beautifully crafted metal flowers

There were in the shape of your favorite types and shining gems and swirling vines placed aesthetically throughout the whole thing

You kept still, watching at the two friends huff and hiss at each other as they set up the flowers and candies and the cutest stuffed animal you had ever seen, just before where your hammock swung

Nami held her hand out towards him when it was all done, and Usopp grumpily handed her a few wrinkled beri’s before she left with a little two-finger salute

You were quick to shut your eyes before he could notice you had been watching

And only reopened them when Usopp climbed into your hammock (not so gracefully)

And greeted you with kisses and elaborately spellbinding praises that had you turning into a giggling, blushing mess beneath him

He pulled you from bed and presented the assortment of gifts laid out for you

Usopp knelt down, taking you with him so that he could go over every little detail of the gift he had given you

He placed the stuff animal in your arms and fed you some of the candies (which were your absolute favorites)

He told you the arrangement of flowers was called the “Dancing Bloosm”

When you asked him why it was called that, he happily told you to activate it with a few magic words

“You gotta say ‘Usopp is the sexiest and strongest man to ever sail the blue seas.’” You’d smirked and spoke the very extra special magic words towards the Dancing Bloosm

But when nothing happened, Usopp shrugged, a mischievous smirk on his lips

“Why thank you. I know I am.” You rolled your eyes and whacked him playfully with the stuffed animal in your grasp

He played hurt and would only move on if you kissed it all better (which you did because it gave you an excuse to kiss him)

Usopp then pointed towards a little button on the base of the Dancing Bloosm which you pressed

He wrapped an arm over your shoulders as the Dancing Bloosm began to whirl to life

The flowers swayed and spun to the tune of your favorite song

Water sprayed upward in beautiful arching streams, landing perfectly back into the Dancing Bloosm, never once getting the floor wet

Tiny doves shot out of the sides and did a little dance alongside the flowers

And then, to end the performance, a banner popped up expressing Usopp’s love for you

As the room fell silent once more, you attacked Usopp in a hug and in more kisses than you have ever given him in one sitting

You gave him your gift after that, though it was not as grand as the Dancing Bloosm

Usopp was so very happy with it, attacking you in his own hug and peppering your face with kisses

The two of you took breakfast out on the deck and spent the rest of the day with each other away from the others

Sanji: 🧑‍🍳

“What’s cheese without wine? Bread without butter? Fish without chips? What’s a chef with his sous chef? Nothing. You, my love, complete me.”

Sanji is your classic romantic

He has everything covered

Breakfast in bed, a wonderfully delicious lunch, sweet treats given to you throughout the day, and a candlelight dinner at the end of the night

He’s giving you more flowers than you know what to do with

Jewelry and stuffed animals and love poems and letters (you’ve kept every last letter and poem he’s ever given you)

But this year, you want to treat him

Because he takes care of you every single day--more than takes care of you and you just want to show him just how much you care for him and love him

So, you wake up before dawn, well before Sanji or any of the others are awake, to sneak into the kitchen

You make breakfast for everyone and when Sanji walks in, panic on his face at you doing his tasks you all but have to force him to sit down

You place a plate stacked with heart-shaped pancakes and a cup of coffee (which you tried and failed to create a heart with the foamy milk in) before him and gave him a soft kiss in greeting

You informed him you would be taking over his duties for the day and that you didn’t want to see him lift a single finger

Sanji seemed hardly comforted by your declaration

No, he just seems all the more tense

Especially when the rest of the crew starts trickling into the kitchen

Everyone knew of your plan and made no fuss over not getting their typically specialized breakfasts (all except Luffy who you shut up with a heaping pile of bacon and sausage)

Sanji just watched as you hopped around the kitchen, hardly picking at his food

So when everyone left, you sat down in his lap with a reassuring smile

You told him again of your plan for the day--saying that he deserved more than just one day to get treated as he treated you

In your eyes, he deserves the world and more

Sanji then told you how he had planned out the whole day as well and how he didn’t care about the work--just wanting to care for you because he loved you so much

So as you cut into his pancakes, feeding him the doughy food and placing a kiss to his cheek with every bite,

you both decided that you would cook for the crew and do any washing up for the day, while Sanji still got to cook for you and spoil you rotten

Sanji started his spoiling off by making you a delicious cup of coffee and a yummy baked good

And after cleaning up (which you had to shoo Sanji away from helping you do) you took your coffee, baked good, and boyfriend out onto the deck to sit far away from the others

You ate while Sanji traced heart shapes into your skin

When lunch rolled around, you two were both back in the kitchen, you cooking the crew their meal while Sanji went about making you a mouth-watering dish for you

Once the crew was fed and dishes washed, you two took your food back out onto the deck to eat sitting with bodies practically entangled around each other

Between lunch, Sanji brought out all the flowers he had gotten for you

Ones you two found space for in the kitchen and in your room

He even brought out the chocolate-covered strawberries he had made the other day for you to eat

And he made you your favorite drink to sip on while you read the book you had started to read to Sanji

And when dinner rolled around, you were both back in the kitchen, cooking up meals

When food was finished and crew wandered off, Sanji left you to do the dishes by yourself with a quick kiss

You were glad he was finally fully taking up your declaration…at least that’s what you had thought

But when he came back, a big grin on his face, you knew he had been doing anything but relaxing

He guided you out onto the deck once more, the plates of food he had made for you both in hand

And you were greeted with a beautifully set up dining table

With candles and more flowers and little paper hearts of reds and pinks covering the table surface

He had even put your favorite record on the gramophone

Sanji was quick to place the plates down and pull your chair out for you, pushing you in as well once seated

Once food was consumed, Sanji brought out his gift, which was a black box with gold detailing

Inside the box, was a new love letter

He told you that the box was to keep all the other letters and photos he knew you kept (a much better place for them than within the pages of a book)

And when you read the letter, tears stung at your eyes at the beautiful words he had crafted for you

At the thoughtfulness of the gift (even when he doubts his own gift-giving skills)

You gave him your gift, which also was accompanied by a letter

And you found tears welled in your beautiful chef’s eyes at the words you had written

He pulled you close and refused to let go the rest of the night

Chopper: 🦌🩺

"Your friendship has been the best kind of machine. Thank you for taking me as I am and for staying by my side."

Chopper had never had friends before

So joining the Straw Hats has changed his life in a way he never thought possible

And when he found out about Valentine's Day, he knew he was definitely celebrating so he could show his friends how much they meant to him

He was making little cards with messages for each of his crewmates

He even went as far as to make little care packages full of heart-covered band-aides and other quick, on-the-go medical supplies

You joined the crew a little after Robin

You were painfully shy and only made it on the ship because you had begged to learn from Chopper so you could become a doctor in your own right

You two became as thick as thieve in seconds

You were always hanging around the other

You sat together at meal times, explored new islands together, and spent hours upon hours studying in the kitchen together

It was a cause for worry if one was without the other

You and Chopper were best friends--sibling-like even

So Chopper’s valentines gift to you was extra special

He needed you to know you meant the world to him

So he made you a massive card, one that was almost as tall as Robin

It was covered in glitter and lace and hearts

He even got you your favorite candy

And on the inside of the card was the most heartwarming note you had ever received

You had hugged the life out of your friend, the doctor doing his best to hug you back as best he could

You gave him your gift, turning Chopper into a sobbing mess at its kindness and thoughtfulness

You two spent the rest of your day making the rest of the crew their own cards as well as decorating the ship, laughing, and enjoying each other's company

Robin: 👋🫶✌️

“I’ve traveled far and wide. Seen countless histories and their stories, but my favorite story is the one about our love. A love that will go down as the greatest in history."

Robin has never had time to love, let alone think about Valentine's Day

Anyone she ever let in got hurt and she wanted none of that for any potential partner

But then you came into her life

Came into it like some whirlwind of joy and love

and for the first time in a long time, she wants to celebrate this silly little day

She wants to shower you in affection, flowers, and sweets

She wants to hold you tight and never let go

But she can’t be selfish

Especially when it means you could get hurt

So she bites her tongue and tries her hardest to forget that today is such a celebration

You on the other hand, will not forget what the day is

You have loved Robin for a long while now

A love you expect might never be returned but one you will continue to show to her

And today you plan to treat her like a queen

Her book is all the way in her room? You’ll run and get it before her bloomed hands could

Sanji makes the ladies a special treat? You’re going to be the one to deliver it (despite Sanji’s displeasure)

And Robin takes notice of your efforts

She noticed right away when you poured her more tea that morning at breakfast

Every little thing you do for her, every little brush of the hand, and smile for her eyes only has the thick, stone wall around Robin’s heart fracturing

She tries to rebuild it, but once there, those fractures never seem to fill

Especially as you hand her the most thoughtful and heartfelt gift she has ever received

A gift--she had never been gifted anything in her life

And it was bringing tears to her eyes--tears she found she couldn’t control. Tears so hot and furious it was making it hard to breath

You knew instantly Robin needed to be far away from any prying eyes, so you took her hand and pulled her into the belly of the Going Merry

You sat her down, telling her not to go anywhere as you rushed back to the kitchen to grab her a glass of water

You found her still sitting there, just as you had asked of her, the heels of her palms pressing into her eyes as if to shove the tears back into herself

You sat before her, gently pulling her hands away so that you could look into those sad, sad sapphire-colored eyes

You tried to offer the water but she never once took her teary eyes off of your features

“Why--why are you doing this?”

You had blinked at her question--one with such a simple answer it seemed almost comical

“Because I love you.”

More tears spilled then and you were quick to wrap her up in your arms, holding her tight

And she says it back

Says it on a whisper--on a voice that was nearly just breath, as if scared someone might hear her--as if the shadows might hear what she confessed and snitch to whoever has made her this fearful

You don’t think you’ve ever been happier in your life

Robin pulls away from you and you give her space, though unable to get your goofy grin off your face, your heart skipping and jumping away in your chest

There is still that fear in her eyes, a fear you don’t think can be cured by a few simple words and touches

But mixed in with that fear is the love she has been harboring for you within them

A love she presses against your lips in a kiss that has your mind melting and body buzzing

Next Valentine's Day, after everything that happened at Enies Lobby, Robin was finally free of her fears

Free to spoil you rotten

To thank you for your kindness and love and understanding with flowers and love letters and cuddles as you both read

Every Valentine's Day after is filled with nothing but love and adoration from you both

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Cardinal Signs, you’re getting a preview of your Villain Era, when Saturn briefly enters Aries in June, July & August 2025. This period is the first glimpse of the lessons & responsibilities you’ll face once Saturn settles into Aries fully in 2026.

ARIES (Sun, Moon, Rising, Chart Ruler)

• Stepping into your truth and shaking up the world around you.

• Reclaiming authority, realizing the power of saying "no", commanding respect.

• Shedding old skin & relationships or roles that have been draining you.

• Chasing that dream you’ve been toying with, even if it intimidates you or others.

• Your patience may get tested, lean into discipline, it’ll be your secret weapon.

LIBRA (Sun, Moon, Rising, Chart Ruler)

• Redefining relationships and finding your edge. Partnerships that lack reciprocity will face intense scrutiny.

• Prioritizing mutual respect over harmony.

• Your words will cut through the noise, expect to deliver truths others aren’t ready for, but desperately need to hear.

• You’ll feel an intense pull to assert yourself, owning your space, loudly & proudly.

• Saturn will prompt you to stop outsourcing your peace. You’ll cultivate the independence that leaves others scrambling to keep up.

CANCER (Sun, Moon, Rising, Chart Ruler)

• Reinforcing boundaries, no longer being the “emotional dumping ground”.

• Saturn will push you to prioritize your emotional well-being like never before.

• If you’ve felt overlooked, the tables are turning. Expect challenges that force you to step into leadership roles you’ve been avoiding.

• Long-standing patterns in your family dynamic, especially those rooted in guilt or obligation, will demand a reset.

• Defining what you need, not just what others expect.

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• Moving with purpose, releasing projects or commitments that no longer align with your vision.

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Tears of a Villainess ⭑˚🗡️⭑ 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒

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yandere, reverse harem, isekai, original characters x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere

Reincarnation isn't as great as it sounds, especially when you've been reborn as none other than the villainess. Fated to die if you stand in the heroine's way, you immediately resolve to distance yourself from the plot. As long as you have nothing to do with any of the relevant characters, surely, you'll be able to avoid an untimely death. But in a horrible turn of events, the heroine ends up wanting to get close to you. Are you really doomed to meet the villainess' tragic end? Or is there an even more sinister fate that awaits you?

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You’re straight up not��having a good time.

Normally, these kinds of events are meant to be fun. Back in your original world, people would get together to kick back and relax, seeking respite from their busy day-to-day lives. Parties and social gatherings are supposed to be things to look forward to.

In this world, however, that’s not the case.

Living among the nobility is a staggering difference from what you once knew. Very few people are actually here to enjoy themselves. It’s all about maintaining appearances, and everything you say or do will likely be held against you at some point. Everyone hides their true intentions between fabricated smiles and thinly-veiled threats. It’s a dizzying, confusing affair, and since everyone thinks you’re the villainess, there’s no end to the unwanted attention you receive.

But that’s not even the biggest problem. It’s one thing to have to try and navigate through this new environment you’ve suddenly been dropped into.

It’s another thing to have to convince the villainess’ best friend that you’re actually who you say you are.

“[Name], where are you going?”

Flynn keeps following you. Rather foolishly, you’d hoped that he would leave you alone after you wandered off. But no, he insists on sticking to your side like glue, and he doesn’t bother to hide how suspicious he is.

“Is everything okay?” he frowns. “You seem… agitated.”

You nibble on your bottom lip.

Of fucking course I’m agitated! You’ve been grilling me nonstop from the very start! I only know a few facts about the villainess based on the game! I don’t know the inner workings of her entire goddamn life!

“I’m just bored,” you try to dismiss. “There’s nothing to do here.”

“Couldn’t we find someplace to talk instead of you walking around in circles like this? It would help the time pass faster.”

As if. Not only do you want to avoid him for the sake of preventing a potentially gruesome death, but above all else, he knows way too much about the villainess. He’s already asking a ton of questions, and you’ve barely spoken two words to him. He’s simply too perceptive for his own good.

You strain a smile. “I’d rather not stand still right now.”

“Hm,” Flynn frowns. “Like I said, you seem agitated. But why?”

“I don’t know. Maybe they laced that wine with something,” you shrug, chuckling a bit.

He doesn’t seem amused in the slightest, and you desperately try to remember whether the villainess had a sense of humor that extended past bullying others for fun.

Honestly, probably not.

“Okay, well… gotta go!”

You high-tail it out of there, but unfortunately, you’ve come to realize that running in heels is a giant pain in the ass. It’s the main reason you haven’t been able to give Flynn the slip yet. All he has to do is speed-walk a bit, and he’s able to keep up with relative ease.

However, Lady Luck decides to shine down upon you, and in the few seconds that you stumble clumsily and manage to place a bit of distance between yourself and Flynn, you happen to run into your parents.

Your mother is quick to frown. “[Name]? What’s the matter with you, girl? Why are you running around like that? It’s improper.”

“I feel sick,” you immediately blurt, with the same energy as a young child walking into their parents’ room to tell them they threw up.

She takes a few moments to look you over, and fortunately, the nervous beads of sweat on your brow and overall frantic expression must be rather convincing. Your father was engaged in a conversation with some other nobleman until just a second ago, but he too turns to look at you, visibly concerned.

“I’d like to go home,” you state. You add, with a shaky breath, “Please.”

Right at that moment, Flynn walks up from behind, having just caught up to you once again.

“[Name],” he sighs. “Seriously, what’s going on with you today? You’re acting—oh. Apologies. I didn’t see you two there.”

Flynn politely greets your parents, but they don’t pay him much attention, because they’re far too preoccupied with fussing over you.

“Hello, Flynn,” your father mumbles in a hurry. He presses a hand to your forehead, which is undoubtedly clammy, because you’re a nervous wreck right now. “Oh dear. Forgive me for not being able to stick around for a chat. [Name] seems to be feeling ill. We had better take her home so she can rest.”

You watch as Flynn’s brows lift. “What?” he frowns, turning towards you. “Is that true? I thought you were just agitated. Do you really think they put something in the wine?”

“Who put what in the wine?” your father gapes.

“I-It’s not like that,” you chuckle awkwardly. The last thing you want to do is unintentionally frame someone for drugging you. “I was just kidding. Um… but I really don’t feel well. It’s possible I might have caught a cold. Or maybe I just haven’t gotten enough sleep lately. I’m worried I might collapse.”

What follows is quite possibly the biggest freakout you’ve ever seen, and honestly, it’s kind of fucking embarrassing.

“Collapse?!” your father exclaims. “Good heavens! Then we must get you out of here as soon as possible! Everyone, move! Give my daughter some space!”

He proceeds to pick you up into his arms, despite the flustered squeal you let out, and your mother isn’t any less dramatic, with all her nonstop desperate wailing.

You squeeze your eyes shut, mortified beyond belief.

Please, just kill me now.

There goes your plan of trying not to draw too much attention to yourself. All of the guests clear the way and let you pass through, but you catch them whispering amongst themselves, and you’re willing to bet they’re not saying nice things about you.

Oh, well. The villainess already had a bad reputation. You’d be a fool to expect that you could overwrite it so quickly. It’s just going to take some time.

You really wish your parents would calm down, though.

“Move, move, move! This is an emergency, goddammit! My daughter is barely clinging to consciousness!”

“Uh, I’m still fine,” you protest.

“She’s passing out quite literally as we speak!”

You roll your eyes and let your body sag, utterly defeated. Seriously, what a family of drama queens. You can’t even blame the villainess for turning out the way she did.

The only silver lining is that the evening is being cut short, and you don’t have to spend any more time with Flynn. You never imagined how stressful it would be to have someone scrutinizing your every move.

“Is she going to be alright?” Flynn asks worriedly. Your father is in the process of hoisting your body up and lifting you into the carriage. “Would it be okay if I come along as well, Count [Last Name]? She’s given me a fright. I’d like to stay by her side, if possible.”

Fuck no! Don’t do that!

You’re just about to protest, but thankfully, your father interjects before you have to.

“She is very ill, Flynn,” he mutters somberly. Which, again, is kind of ridiculous. All you said was that you were worried you might collapse, yet here he is, acting like you’ve just been diagnosed with a terminal disease. “Right now, she needs as much rest as possible, and time to recover. Our family physician will look after her. I’ll ask that you please give her space so she can properly regain her strength.”

Flynn isn’t able to hide his disappointment, but nevertheless, he nods.

“I understand, sir. In that case, I’ll keep her in my thoughts and wish her a swift recovery. Please let me know when she’s feeling better.”

I know I jokingly asked to be killed earlier, but can people please stop acting like I’m going to die?

You slump back into the cushioned seats inside the carriage and sigh heavily. This evening has been sufficiently exhausting, and in more ways than one. You wonder how you’ll be able to break off your friendship with Flynn. He seems rather attached to you, based on how worried he is, and you remember from the game that he vehemently defended the villainess’ actions at first, since they were such close friends.

Clearly, getting rid of him won’t be an easy feat, but in the interest of ensuring your safety, you’re going to have to make it happen.

“Goodnight, [Name],” Flynn says. He smiles encouragingly. “You’ll be alright. Be sure to get as much rest as possible, and I’ll come visit you soon.”

Unlike his smile, which appears genuine, yours is tight-lipped and forced.

I would much rather you didn’t.

“Mommy, can I have more apple juice?”

You hug the blankets closer to your chest and make puppy eyes at your mother, who leans down to affectionately pat your head.

“Of course you can, sweetie,” she beams. “I’ll have one of the servants fetch some for you right away.”

Well, it’s the morning after your parents frantically brought you home, and spoiler alert: you didn’t die.

You did, however, discover that your parents are even more whipped for you than you could ever have imagined. Which was kind of embarrassing last night, but in the grand scheme of things, you’re thankful.

If something goes wrong and you desperately need help, you have a good feeling that they’ll stand by your side.

Also, since they were so terrified last night, they’re pretty much giving you the princess treatment right now. You even got to eat breakfast in bed earlier.

Your mother has been more suspicious of your strange behavior compared to your father, who takes it all in stride, but she seems to have mollified a bit. It’s probably because you’re acting like a spoiled baby right now, which is much more in line with the villainess’ demeanor. You make a mental note to be a bit more bratty from time to time.

Flynn promised to visit you, but you told your parents that you still want to focus on your recovery, so he thankfully hasn’t stopped by yet. You’re going to try and keep him away for as long as possible, at least until you can figure out how to deal with him.

Anyways, you’ve got the whole day to yourself. You don’t even have to do any more math problems for a while, since you’re supposedly so sick. Haha.

You may not be a villainess, but you’re no saint, and you’ll take just about any opportunity to goof off.

“Fiona, come along with me to the garden,” you gesture. “I want to stuff my face with pastries and drink yummy juice under the sun.”

“My lady, shouldn’t you stay in bed?” she frets. “Your father made it very clear how ill you were… he said it was a miracle that you even made it through the night.”

Bro.

You roll your eyes and sip on your glass of apple juice. “He’s just exaggerating. I feel much better now. I’m just taking advantage of how much they’re spoiling me. Don’t tell them I said that, though.”

“Oh,” she blinks, realization dawning on her. After a few moments, she smiles. “I see. In that case, I’ll accompany you and ensure that I see to your every need.”

You grin widely.

“Thanks!”

And so, you spend the better portion of your morning doing nothing in particular. Honestly, waking up in another person’s body out of nowhere is a much bigger deal than you’re making it out to be. Anyone else in your position would probably have had a mental breakdown at the start.

But apart from the fear of the bad endings that the villainess faces in the games, you’d like to say you’re rather enjoying this new life of yours. Seriously, compared to being a struggling university student, drowning in homework and hefty loans, getting to eat delicious pastries while sitting comfortably in an extravagant garden really isn’t that bad. In many ways, it’s a massive improvement.

It’s a grim thought, but you realize there’s very little about your old life that you actually liked. It felt like you were just going through the motions every day, devoid of any real passion or longing. Ever since your parents died, you fell into a bout of depression and pretty much shut everyone out.

Being able to start over was surely a blessing in disguise, and all the more reason why you’re hellbent on protecting this new life.

“[Name],” you mumble in a daze, the taste of sugar lingering on your tongue. You stare up at the clear blue sky and smile. It isn’t the same name you grew up with, but from now on, it is your name, and you’re going to wear it proudly.

You hum, popping another pastry into your mouth. You could probably afford to hold back a bit, otherwise you really will get sick this time, but whatever. It’s a beautiful day, and you’re feeling great, and it’s so nice and peaceful right now—

Hm?

A carriage has just pulled up to the manor. You watched it roll in from your vantage point in the garden, so naturally, your curiosity got the better of you and you started walking over.

Fiona scrunches up her brows. “My, who could it be? I didn’t think we were expecting any visitors today.”

You shrug. “Don’t look at me. I’m usually the last to hear about these things.”

Both of you stare at each other, visibly perplexed, but it turns out that your questions are soon answered, because the carriage door opens, and a man disembarks.

And of course, that man is…

…actually, who is he supposed to be?

You don’t have the slightest clue. He has black hair and rather piercing blue eyes, which you can make out even from a good distance away. He’s dressed in elegant clothes, so he’s clearly a noble. You suppose he must be one of your parents’ acquaintances or something. They probably know a whole bunch of people.

For some reason, though, it feels like you should know who this man is. There’s this weird sense of déjà vu you’re getting, and it’s like an itch in your brain that you just can’t seem to scratch.

It isn’t until you’re staring him face to face that it finally clicks.

“Ah!”

Rowan Calderwood. That’s what his name is. He made a few very brief appearances in the game, only in about two or three scenes, but you remember now that he’s supposed to be Alistair’s cousin.

Also, if you recall correctly, they’re not on especially good terms, but aren’t too familiar with all the details.

But that’s beside the point. What is he even doing here?

Rowan tilts his head. “Pardon me. Is there something on my face? You looked rather shocked for a moment, and even exclaimed quite loudly.”

You clamp your lips shut. Right. As far as you know, the villainess and Rowan never actually met in the game, which means he’s probably just seeing you for the very first time. It’d be better to pretend like you don’t know who he is.

“No reason in particular,” you shrug. “I just thought you were a trespasser for a moment, that’s all.”

Rowan’s eyes widen, but rather than looking offended, he just looks amused. He’s not technically trespassing, but if what Fiona said is true, then he must have showed up without an invitation, which is considered to be quite rude.

“Please forgive me if I gave you a fright,” Rowan says, then he bows deeply, only to lift his head after a few moments and smile. “I take it you must be [Name]. You’re even more beautiful than I had imagined. My name is Rowan Calderwood. It’s a pleasure to finally be meeting you.”

You wish you could say the feeling was mutual, but he interrupted your pastry-eating session, and you didn’t even get to finish the fresh glass of apple juice Fiona had just poured you.

Plus, he’s related to Alistair. Is he here to try and convince you to restore the engagement? Because no way in hell is that happening.

“I have no intention of taking Alistair back,” you state matter-of-factly, crossing your arms at him. “You share the same last name, so I presume you’re related to him in some capacity. I thought I should make my feelings clear from the start, so that you don’t waste any more of your time.”

Rowan’s eyes widen for the second time, and once again, he doesn’t look offended, or even appalled.

If anything, he looks delighted.

“How amusing,” he chuckles. “It seems you’re even better than I had hoped for.”

Uh…?

Rowan shakes his head. “Rest assured, my lady, that isn’t what I came here to say. Admittedly, I’d heard that your engagement with my cousin fell through, but I haven’t made the trip here on his behalf. I came for purely selfish purposes, I must admit.”

“Oh.” Your shoulders sag, and relief fills your chest. “Well, that’s good. I meant the part about you not trying to convince me to take Alistair back, not the part about you being selfish, just to be clear.”

“Right,” he muses. “I had a feeling that’s what you meant.”

This bastard just keeps smiling for some reason. What’s so funny? Granted, you know you can be hilarious at times, but you’ve been nothing but stoic thus far. Yet he acts like he’s having the time of his goddamn life.

Wait a second…

There’s a theory forming in your mind, and honestly, you’re not sure you like the thought of it all that much.

Fortunately, Fiona has your back.

“P-Pardon me, Lord Calderwood,” she nervously pipes in. “Might I ask if you have an appointment? Count [Last Name] made it very clear that there were to be no visitors today. My lady fell ill last night, and she’s been taking the day to recover all her strength.”

“I was super sick,” you nod. “My father said it’s a miracle I even made it through the night.”

Rowan frowns, which isn’t too surprising, considering you look healthy as a horse and you were stuffing your face with pastries up until a few moments ago.

He clears his throat. “Oh my. Apologies. I wasn’t aware that you weren’t feeling well last night. You look so stunning and radiant that I couldn’t possibly imagine you’d been battling sickness as of late.”

“Yes, well, I just so happen to be gorgeous, but it’s true that I’m taking the day off to recover. Also, please make an appointment if you plan to visit again in the future. No one was expecting you to show up,” you say, sternly enough that you hope he takes the hint.

Honestly, he probably realizes he’s being rude, but it seems like he just doesn’t care.

“I had hoped for it to be a surprise,” he smiles. “I was so excited to meet you that I must have forgotten my manners. I also wasn’t sure when your parents would accept my request to meet, given that things are rather strained between our families right now. Well, Alistair’s side of the family, at least.”

You arch a brow. “So, you thought it would be better to show up without warning and take it from there?”

“I’m guilty of being a touch eccentric at times. Especially when someone as beautiful and charming as yourself is involved,” he adds flirtatiously.

“How did you know I was beautiful? We literally just met.”

“I had heard the rumors, of course. You’re hailed far and wide as the most breathtaking, desirable lady in all the land.”

Desirable? Are we talking about the same rotten villainess with the personality of a stinky tomato? Now I know this is all BS.

Still, it’s getting clearer by the second where he’s headed with this. You’ve long since connected the dots.

Rowan’s smile has yet to disappear, and he crosses a hand over his chest before bowing once more.

“It shames me to admit this, but… ever since I heard that you and Alistair were no longer engaged, I simply couldn’t hold back any longer.”

Oh, boy. This is actually happening.

“I was hoping to speak to your father first and foremost and make my intentions clear, but I happened to stumble upon you, and now, I’d like to say what’s on my mind.”

“Uh, you really don’t have to,” you insist. “Like, seriously—”

“[Name],” Rowan breathes, and you watch, horrified, as he gets down on one knee and takes your hand in his. “Would you… grant me the honor of marrying you?”

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‘‘Love you so bad, love you so bad, mold a pretty lie for you.’‘ ˚˖੭ Fake Love, BTS.

⤷♡.+ BTS; 💜

⤷♡.+ BLACKPINK; 🖤

⤷♡.+ ITZY; 🧡

⤷♡.+ Stray Kids; 💙

➷ EXO: Yandere Baekhyun (Romantic), Yandere Suho (Romantic).

➷ TWICE: Imagine as Classmates.

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⤷♡.+ Historical Characters; 📜

➷ The Lost Queen | Yandere!Alexander the Great ❝You woke up near a military camp without remembering how and why you got there, you didn't understand why they were dressed like ancient Greeks, all you knew was that you weren't safe and you needed to get out of that place as soon as possible. Too bad for you that you found yourself attracting unwanted attention from the Macedonian King and he won't let you go so easily.❞ The Lost Queen Series Masterlist

⤷♡.+ The Vampire Diaries + The Originals; 🧛

⤷♡.+ House of the Dragon; 🐉

⤷♡.+ Game of Thrones; ❄️

⤷♡.+ The Sandman; ⌛

⤷♡.+ Outlander; 🗿

⤷♡.+ Wednesday; 🎻

⤷♡.+ Brooklyn Nine-Nine; 👮‍♂️

⤷♡.+ Bridgerton; 🐝

⤷♡.+ Shadow and Bone; ☠️

⤷♡.+ Outer Banks; 💰

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⤷♡.+ Reign; 👑

⤷♡.+ The Tudors; 🗡️

⤷♡.+ Hannibal; 🍽

➷ The Bloody Viscount | Yandere!Anthony Bridgerton ❝You had fallen in love with Viscount Bridgerton and he had fallen in love with you. The marriage seemed perfect, but then why did Anthony Bridgerton always come home late and bloodstained?❞ Prologue; Chapter 1; Chapter 2; ➷ The Shadow of the Golden Dragon | Yandere!ASOIAF/HOTD/GOT ❝You have always been an avid reader and your greatest passion was delving into the pages of "A Song of Ice and Fire" by George R.R. Martin. You knew every character, every twist and every detail of the Seven Kingdoms as if they were part of your own life. But what you never imagined is that an unexpected encounter with a mysterious antique book seller would change your life forever.❞ The Shadow of the Golden Dragon Masterlist

⤷♡.+ Percy Jackson; 🌊

⤷♡.+ Harry Potter; 🔮

⤷♡.+ A Court of Thorns and Roses; 🌹

⤷♡.+ A Song of Ice and Fire; 🔥

‘‘We were born to be alone but why we still looking for love?’‘ ˚˖੭ Lovesick Girls, BLACKPINK.

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⤷♡.+ Naruto; 🍥

⤷♡.+ Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir; 🐞

⤷♡.+ One Piece; 👒

⤷♡.+ How To Train Your Dragon; 🐲

⤷♡.+ Death Note; 📓

‘‘Don’t you know that you’re toxic?’’ ˚˖੭ Toxic, Britney Spears.

⤷♡.+ Marvel; ۞

‘‘I wish you would love me again, no, I don't want nobody else.’’ ˚˖੭ Love Me Again, V.

⤷♡.+ Love Letters; 💕

⤷♡.+ Love Letters II; 💕

⤷♡.+ Kinktober 2023; 🎃

➷ A Black Rose | Yandere!Ian Daerier ❝A cruel and narcissistic reaper falls in love with the woman he was supposed to take the life of.❞ Oneshot;

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psychics4unet · 5 months ago

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PAC: where will you be in 10 years from now? 🔮✨

Uncover Your Future: What Does the Tarot Say About Your Next Decade? 🔮✨

Instructions: Look at the 3 images of the piles below. Choose the pile that you feel most drawn to. Trust your intuition and select the one that resonates with you the most. Once you have made your choice, scroll down to read the description for the pile you selected.

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The Lovers ❤️

The Chariot 🚗

Ace of Pentacles 💰

The Lovers signifies important choices and connections in your life, suggesting that meaningful relationships will be a central theme in ten years. The Chariot represents determination and control, indicating that you will navigate challenges successfully, likely leading to significant personal achievements. The Ace of Pentacles suggests new opportunities and material success, pointing towards financial growth and stability in your future.

Together, these cards paint a picture of a balanced life where personal relationships and financial success intertwine. You will find yourself thriving in a supportive environment, making wise choices that lead to fulfillment.

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The Tower 🌩️

Five of Cups 😢

Knight of Wands ⚡

The Tower indicates sudden change or upheaval, suggesting that your life in ten years may involve significant transformations. The Five of Cups symbolizes loss and reflection, indicating that you might need to let go of certain things to move forward. The Knight of Wands represents passion and adventure, suggesting that after navigating challenges, you will embrace new experiences with enthusiasm.

As a whole, these cards suggest a journey of transformation where overcoming difficulties will lead to new beginnings. The process may not be easy, but it will ultimately guide you toward a more passionate and adventurous life.

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The Sun ☀️

Page of Swords 🗡️

Ten of Cups 🌈

The Sun symbolizes joy, success, and vitality, suggesting that your future will be filled with happiness and accomplishments. The Page of Swords indicates curiosity and communication, showing that you will be eager to learn and explore new ideas. The Ten of Cups represents emotional fulfillment and harmony, suggesting that you will create a supportive and loving family environment.

Together, these cards forecast a bright future filled with joy, growth, and emotional fulfillment. You will experience a blend of success and learning that contributes to a happy home life, surrounded by loved ones.

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horror-sapphic · 8 days ago

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† “𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓” †

“𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮,

𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮,

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮”

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𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮,

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮”

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whateverisbeautiful · 2 months ago

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TWD is a comfort show that I love to rewatch and play in the background, my family is numb to it and luckily accepts my quirks as I do them. How many times have you rewatched the series? What’s your favorite season?

You get it! I once told some of my friends that TWD is my comfort show and they were shocked this series could be a comfort show lol. I’ve rewatched the first 7 seasons about 3-4 times I think. I’ve also watched different reactors react to the show plenty of times. That’s always fun to essentially watch the series through others’ fresh eyes.

I’d say my favorite season is Season 3. It features some of my favorite episodes like Clear, Arrow on the Doorpost, & This Sorrowful Life. The s3 cast really gave powerful performances all across the board - from Andrew Lincoln all throughout to Lennie James’ phenomenal guest appearance in Clear. Pretty much all the characters have very interesting things going on this season and it’s well-developed. I enjoyed seeing the characters navigate this in-between state where they’re not novices to the apocalypse but they’re not seasoned vets yet either.

And then of course I adore Michonne’s addition to the story. She added so much to the series and it’s great seeing the beginning of her bond with Carl and Rick. Merle’s whole arc was really compelling to me and I feel Daryl is at his most layered and interesting this season too. The Governor is also TWD’s best villain imo and he made for an intriguing antagonist to the season.

Your question made me curious to get a sense of other people’s favorite TWD season so I put a little poll here if anyone wants to share. 😊

#richonne #reflecting on richonne #asks & answers #twd

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gojostan-doodles · 1 year ago

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Your interpretation of Sebastian is my favorite 💖💖💖

Can I have a list of your headcanons for him queen 👑

Oh my gosh ADGHSGS THANK YOUU!! That means a lot homie! 💗💗 (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) As for headcanons;

🎮 He's very competitive! It doesn't matter if you're good friends, dating, or married. When it comes to games, especially pool, he's cooking you... and NOT feeling bad afterwards!!

🗡️ I've mentioned it recently, but he's familiar with the mines and is pretty decent at combat! He's not doing anything super crazy of course, he does spend a lot of time at his computer after all. But with how often he explores AND how far down he goes, (gifting the farmer void essence and obsidian means he's fighting every variation of shadow brute, and AT LEAST reaching level 81) I have to assume that he can handle himself well! It's probably his only source of exercise tbh.

If you marry him, I imagine that the time he spends helping on the farm would help a ton with his overall endurance and strength! And if you're ever in the mines, and gone later than usual, he'll go in to make sure you're okay. In general he wouldn't hesitate to accompany you in mines, or complete any tasks you have to do in there himself if you don't like going in there.

💜 Over the course of being married to him, he breaks out of his shell. Allowing himself to be comfortable, y'know? He'd start initiating physical affection with his spouse more often. I also feel like he'd be more comfortable with occasionally teasing the farmer, and overall being a little shit to them. Only while you're alone at home though, in public he pretends to be sane.

I still consider him to be introverted, but I imagine that over time he gets better at navigating social situations. (He would still prefer to be at home though.)

I like to imagine that his relationship with Maru improves too. There's a mod that I use, I think it's called Mal's Sebastian Expansion? But in that mod he and Maru interact a lot more. It's really nice seeing their relationship improve. They deserve to be siblings, RAAHH!! I really like the mod overall since it goes into stuff with his biological father as well. I pretty much apply it all to my interpretation of Seb!

ALSO! I feel like he has a very silly laugh, but it's rarely heard because he's so reserved. So while in the comfort of your home (and accidentally around Sam and Abigail occasionally) if something funny happens, he'll burst into laughter. It's SO different from he's normal "heh" that it catches everyone off guard.

🎹 He uses his synthesizer primarily for band practice/ concerts, and for the video game he's developing. When he's not doing that, he makes goofy ass beats for fun.

📍He has a high pain tolerance, so he's totally chill while getting piercings and tattoos!

🐻 And a sillier headcanon, he's beaten 50/20 mode in FNAF Ultimate Custom Night

#I hope that's everything!#I think about him so often but for some reason it's hard to remember all the headcanons I have #I guess because some of his other abilities come from his interactions with my ocs #like him being able to speak in wingdings because amari teaches him #stardew valley #sdv sebastian #stardew valley sebastian #gojostan's ⭐💧 headcanons

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hoshinasblade · 8 months ago

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hi, my name's lian and this is my writing side blog. links are above if you want to see any of my writings. although i write for other fandoms too, this space is specifically for my favorite third division vice-captain hoshina soshiro.

🗡️ work in progress

king of swords: prince!hoshina soshiro x f!reader genre: angst, comfort, fiancees to enemies to friends to lovers trope snippet: prince hoshina soshiro was never meant to inherit his father's throne, but he refuses to accept his fate of being wed to you, a woman who he has just met. you were not given the right to choose who to take as husband, yet you had decided long ago that you may forego love but never respect. trapped in a marriage where the currency is hatred, you and the prince would rather wage war against each other than wait for love to bloom. CHAPTER ONE: KING OF SWORDS CHAPTER TWO: FIVE OF WANDS CHAPTER THREE: THREE OF SWORDS CHAPTER FOUR: TWO OF CUPS CHAPTER FIVE: QUEEN OF SWORDS updates will begin on july 15th

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another love : hoshina soshiro x f!reader (ON-HOLD) genre: angst snippet: in which hoshina soshiro finds out just how many times a heart can break. PART ONE | PART TWO posting will begin a week after king of swords has concluded

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last update: 06-30-2024

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blossomwritesthings · 5 months ago

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𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 | 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞

⬷ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 ┊ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 ┊ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 →

pairing: minho x felix (minlix)

genre: dancer!minho/artist!felix. brothers best friend troupe. college au. age gap (abt 4 years). minho pov. extremely dark themes throughout, including smut - MDNI, 18+ only.

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̶﹒⊹﹒Lᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɢᴏʀɪᴛʜᴍ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ I’ʟʟ ᴏɴʟʏ ʙᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ ！،، 🌌 𖥻 𓂃 ɪғ I'ᴍ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ, ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ, sʜᴀʀᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ sᴜʙsᴄʀɪʙᴇ ᴛᴏ╰╮ 🌑

Never in his life, did Lee Minho ever think he’d wake up beside Lee Felix.

But that’s exactly what he found himself doing the next morning.

The morning after everything had crumbled apart and they had shared half of their feelings and felt each other in the deepest of ways and passions.

Turning onto his side, Minho reached out and ghosted a few fingers against Felix’s freckled cheek. His skin was warm to the touch, his presence in Minho’s bed sending a comforting aura across the entire room.

Then, Felix was stirring. The early morning rays were shining down on them through the nearby window, hitting Minho’s back and cascading across the younger man’s face. It highlighted his sharp cheekbones, his puffy lips that were still a little swollen. Eyes skirting down just a tiny bit, Minho noticed the way Felix’s bare collarbone and shoulders peeked out from underneath the covers, glimmering in the sunlight.

He looked like a real-life faerie. Like a tiny sprite that had just creeped out of the woods the night before, slipping into Minho’s bed and keeping him warm for as long as he wished.

“Mornin’.” A low, gravelly voice broke through the serene quiet of the bedroom. The contrast of his dark tone compared to his ethereal features thew Minho for a loop, as his eyes locked onto Felix’s.

Hands reaching out, Minho grabbed at the younger’s bare skin. Until he had a hand on his waist and the other woven in his messy blonde tresses. “Morning, princess,” Minho whispered, yanking Felix close and planting a few messy kisses to his lips. Felix let out a tiny giggle, hiding his growing blush in the crook of Minho’s neck. “Sleep well, my pretty princess?”

“Stop calling me that…” Felix whined out, shifting in Minho’s hold as he carded his small fingers through dark locks.

Skirting one of his hands across Felix’s skin, he traced the grooves of his spine, circling the middle of his back before continuing to go south. Soon, Minho’s fingers were sinking into the flesh of the blonde’s ass, squeezing there by the tiniest bit as he spoke. “Why? Does it make you… feel good?” Muttering against Felix’s ear, Minho bared his teeth and scraped them against the younger’s earlobe.

That earned a strangled groan from Felix, and Minho could feel him growing hotter by the second. His temperature rising at Minho’s actions and words. So Minho did the only thing he felt like doing in that moment - reaching down with his other hand, past the thick comforter and sheet, and firmly taking ahold of Felix’s ass.

“H-hng…” Was the only thing that slipped from Felix’s lips in reply to Minho’s earlier question. He moved against Minho, squirming on his side as the older’s nails made half-crescent shapes into the flesh of his asscheeks.

“What was that, princess? You’ll have to speak up, daddy can’t hear you that well…” Minho said, tone lilting and playful. Unmistakably, the air in the room had shifted. To something with much more weight to it— heated, and insatiable.

Felix was rising from his spot beside Minho abruptly, towering over his form with a furrowed brow and an annoyed light in his eyes. But the quivering of his bottom lip didn’t go unnoticed by Minho, neither did the furious blush that dusted across his freckles.

“M-Makes me horny, okay?!” Felix exclaimed in a rather loud outburst, ripping his hands away from Minho’s hair. Then, he was placing his warm palms against Minho’s shoulders, using the body underneath him for better purchase.��

One of Minho’s hands left Felix’s ass after that, reaching up to the younger’s face. Tracing gentle fingers against his warm cheek, before curving under his jaw, Minho watched in astute pleasure as Felix all but melted into his touch. “Of course it does… because you love looking pretty, hmm? You love making people talk with your bold outfits- with your slutty booty shorts and sparkly tube tops.”

“Do you think I’m pretty in those things?” Felix asked, failing to meet Minho’s gaze and instead focus on his chest. His small fingers drew aimless shapes against Minho’s skin, forcing gooseflesh the surface of the elder’s entire body.

Minho could feel something break and dissolve in the pit of his heart— at the thought of Felix dressing in such things for his attention only. “Oh princess— every time you wear those kinds of things, I—” But he cut himself off at the last moment, deciding to hold himself back.

Jeongin’s words from earlier came into the forefront of his mind then, the long text string that he had been sent in relation to Felix’s childhood after Minho had left flooded all of his thoughts again.

Because there he was— there Felix was, practically straddling his waist, completely bare of clothing. Looking down at him with such a pitiful expression on his face. Asking— begging, silently, for Minho to speak his mind.

But all Minho could think about in that moment was that they still had so much to talk about — and Felix had no idea that he knew.

“Tell me. Please— tell me, Min.” Felix whispered, leaning into him then and pressing a few light pecks onto his lips. He was trying to coax the words out of Minho, but the older man wasn’t budging. “You can dress me up, if you want… I’ll be your pretty doll. I can be anything you want and I—”

Felix’s words made Minho freeze up completely.

I’ll be your pretty doll.

I can be anything you want.

And it just… it didn’t feel quite right.

The things Felix was saying to him in the early morning light had a different tone to them than they had in the throngs of twilight.

Like, as soon as daylight appeared, the Lee Felix from the night before was wiped away. And what was left was… a shell of the man Minho had fallen asleep next to.

Instead, this Felix was begging for him—

Begging in a way that left a sour taste in Minho’s mouth,

That made his heart clench in pain,

That made his mind spin with millions of different doubts.

“Felix, stop. Stop, baby.”

He had to say it twice, cutting through the mindless void Felix had seemed to fall into so quickly.

Subspace,

That’s what Chris had called it once. When divulging Minho in some of his one-night stands with girls around town.

Felix was in subspace, and Minho was afraid he had put the blonde there.

Feeling like he was a spectator looking on at the scene, like he was currently breathing outside of his body, Minho’s hands moved up Felix’s sides. Then he was moving their positions, until Felix’s head was back on the pillow and Minho was standing up from the bed.

“Wha— did I do something wrong?” Felix slurred his words only slightly. Like he was drunk off of grape soju. But Minho knew he was completely sober in that moment. Just that… he was still slipping into subspace, and that Minho would have to be a lot more careful about their dynamic from then-on. With the nicknames, too. As princess evidently triggered something deep seated in Felix’s mind.

Minho hastily pulled his legs through a pair of black sweatpants, before he was leaning over the bed and brushing a few gentle fingers through Felix’s hair. “Baby, no. You did nothing wrong… it’s just that— we need to talk. Before we go any further.”

Felix sat up in bed after that, resting his back against the headboard as his eyes fixed on Minho’s body. “Okay… what do you wanna talk about?” He was still speaking slowly, but Minho could tell he was beginning to come out of… the space. Thank God Minho hadn’t pushed any further while in bed, otherwise he was afraid Felix wouldn’t be able to pull himself up again.

“Chris will probably be home soon. I think it’d be best if you were back at your place and he didn’t find his little brother naked in his best friend’s bed,” Minho said, throwing his phone onto his nearby desk and fitting a shirt over his head. “Besides, after everything that’s happened in the last few days… I don’t wanna put him through anything else.”

“That can’t possibly be what you wanted to talk about.”

Felix was a lot more intuitive than Minho gave him credit for. A lot more. Perhaps the younger man could read his face a little too well— how his brow was furrowed the tiniest bit and the corners of his mouth were dipped towards the floor.

But one look at Felix in his bed, bare chest completely exposed as he rested against the mountain of pillows. Blonde hair messy and cheeks still rosy from the night before, dark brown eyes glossed over by the tiniest of bits…

And Minho didn’t have the heart to break the perfect, quiet bubble they were still in.

“It doesn’t matter, forget I said anything,” Minho said, running a frustrated hand through his hair. And so suddenly, he felt like he was about to suffocate under Felix’s gaze there in the bedroom. So he made for his bathroom, deciding to brush his teeth and wash his face before having to brave the outside world again.

There was silence for a few moments, but Minho could hear the bed creaking and movement just beyond the bathroom door. Then, like a beautiful phantom ghosting his presence once more, Felix was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, boxers now covering at least part of him. “But it does matter, because you matter to me.” His words came out soft and light, and Minho could feel the younger’s eyes on him as he finished washing his face with his green tea foam cleanser.

Minho said nothing to that, instead focusing on drying off his face with a towel. But Felix was unavoidable, it would seem. Since he was blocking the doorway out. Eyes sliding across the bathroom to meet Felix’s, Minho tilted his head and offered him a deep sigh. “I just— I don’t wanna hurt you anymore than I already have.”

“You could never hurt me, not again.”

“No, that’s where you’re wrong. Because I definitely will. Again, and again.” At that, he managed to slip out of the bathroom, striding across his bedroom floor.

“I don’t fucking care, Minho. Hurt me all you want, but I’ll never stop loving you. Never. I want no one else in this world to hurt me but you.”

Minho stopped his pacing across his bedroom, staring back at Felix who was now perched at the edge of his bed. “You have to know that it wasn’t by my own volition. I never asked to be aware of it.” Minho started, as he began his pacing once more. Each one of his movements was tracked by keen eyes, like a cat watching its owner prowl around the world.

Felix stayed quiet, allowing Minho to collect his jumbled thoughts. The older man could feel his heart beating his chest in that moment, thumping against his ribcage. It hurt to breath out, his nostrils felt like they were on fire and his throat constricted with the lump that was steadily growing against his tongue.

“Jeongin told me.”

For a moment, nothing happened. But Minho stopped his manic walking, turning around to face Felix once more. He was halfway across the bedroom, watching for anything to register on the younger’s face.

“Okay… and what exactly did he tell you?” Felix asked, raising a dark, quizzical eyebrow in the wake of Minho’s words.

Fists clenching at his side, Minho almost didn’t have the heart to tell him. To tell this small, beautiful being sitting on his bed that he knew all the sins committed against him previously. To tell him that he knew— about all the hurt and abuse and violence. Even still, Minho couldn’t bring himself to hold it back any longer. Knowing it all had been killing him silently for long enough.

“He told me about— you, Felix. About everything that happened after I left for college during your high school years.”

Immediately, that’s all it took.

All it took, for the life to completely drain out of Lee Felix.

In an instant, he was no longer a stunning, otherworldly faerie sitting atop a plush bed.

Instead, he was a ghostly shell of a person - bleached of all color, like a black-and-white painting on canvas.

Nothing happened for what felt like a millennium. Time seemed to stop, as Minho watched the Felix before him break down. Outer wall crumbling brick by brick, shoulders drooping and face draining of all semblance of life.

Suddenly, he looked so tired.

So, so fucking tired.

“Why would he tell you…” Felix whispered in a low tone, shaking his head slowly. His limbs were beginning to shake, as his fingers clenched tightly into fists. Then his gaze was locking onto Minho’s, and the older man could see the rage boiling just beneath the surface there. “Why the fuck would he tell you?!”

The scream came out in a guttural, heart-breaking kind of way. Minho didn’t know what to do just then - he was frozen in his place, watching as all the emotions rippled and cascaded through the man sitting before him.

Felix was rising up from the bed in the next instant, beginning to tear across the room for his clothes that had been tossed aside the night before. The entire time, he was muttering things under his breath, heaving strangled breaths in his anger. “This is complete bullshit! After all the shit I did for him— he stabbed me in the fucking back!” Somehow, he was able to find his purple tracksuit and shove him limbs into the fabric. “I swear to god I’m going to fucking kill him!”

The pure venom in Felix’s voice sent a shiver down Minho’s spine. He had never seen him so full of rage - so vengeful, even despite all of the bad arguments they had had in the past. Minho feared this was unlike anything Felix had ever experienced before… and the older man did the only thing he knew in that exact moment.

“Felix, please— he was just doing it to protect you. He knew you’d never tell me.” Minho started, making his way over to Felix and grabbing ahold of his arm to stop him from fleeing the bedroom entirely.

Felix stared up at him with a dark look under his eyes, the rosiness in his cheeks completely gone and instead replaced with a shadowy haze. “Protect me… protect me!” Felix shouted, laughing incredulously. But Minho knew nothing was directed at him. The younger man was just upset, and he didn’t know how to express himself properly. “It’s my life. It’s my fucking story to tell, no one else’s!” Felix turned to face Minho finally, poking a finger into his chest with each of his words.

“I know, and I’m sorry he did that. He should’ve gotten permission first. He wasn’t thinking right, he was drunk and—”

“I didn’t want you to ever know, don’t you see?!” Felix suddenly cried in an outburst. In an instant, his small fingers were gripping onto the collar of Minho’s shirt, clawing at it for dear life. Like if he held on long enough, the nightmare would end and he’d wake up and realize it was all a murky dream. “But now- oh God, you know… oh God, you know and you hate me and—”

He was crumpling after that, entire body convulsing with the tremors of anger and hurt that coursed through his veins. Minho grabbed onto him so tight, he feared if he squeezed the blonde’s sides any stronger he’d break ribs. Instead, he sunk down to the floor with Felix, holding him as close as he possibly could.

And Minho didn’t know what to do — he was frozen again, in that odd limbo space between wanting to cry, but not being able to.

Felix’s sobs wracked through his entire form, ripping out of his mouth in the most blood-curdling kind of sounds.

“Lix- I don’t hate you, I don’t… how could I ever hate you?” Minho started in a quiet voice, hoping beyond all hopes that Felix could hear him over all the crying and heartache. “It’s not your fault, Lixie… it’s not. It never was. You were a child, it’s never a child’s fault.”

At that, Felix was yanking away from his chest. His cheeks were still bleached of all color, but now icy tears were trailing down his skin. They clouded his eyes, making his bottom lip quiver and his brow crease. “But God— you do! You think I’m the one that led things on… you think it’s the same reason why I got mixed up with that stranger at the club and—” His cries were so guttural, Minho could feel each and every one of his words punch through his chest like knifes to thick muscle.

Tearing at flesh and sinew and bone.

Minho felt like he was nothing more put a pile of useless limbs, clinging onto a shell of a boy he had once known - that he still loved.

Even still, he had the mind to press Felix for answers, “Is that true, Lix? Is that why you allowed that man to defile you so much?” He was talking about the man at the club, that much they both knew.

“If I told you the answer you’d abandon me,” Felix wailed, voice cracking in between his tears. Pressing this forehead into the center of Minho’s chest, the wetness cascading down his cheeks began to dampen the older man’s shirt. But in that moment, Minho couldn’t give a damn about such frivolous things. “You’d throw me in a hospital— in a physic ward. Just like they tried to do all those years ago.”

“Felix.” Minho said, stern voice trying to cut through the murky depths that Felix was drowning in. And when he didn’t rouse at the sound of his name, Minho reached out and wrapped his hands behind the blonde’s neck. Soon, he was cupping Felix’s wet cheeks and guiding his focus back onto him. “Felix, listen to me. I’d never do such a thing to you, never. I never wanna do anything that will hurt you.”

Then Felix was wiping furiously at his cheeks, the hiccups vibrating across his shoulders as he shook his head in a manic kind of way. “I didn’t know, Min. I swear, I didn’t— I thought he was safe and I wanted to get my mind off of you and I’m sorry and—”

But Minho didn’t have the heart to ask who he was talking about. Because he already knew the answer to the question — both men that Felix had gotten mixed up with, during high school and only just recently — had been an escape from real life. Had been a means to an end, to fend off all the thoughts Felix had of… Minho.

That was the hardest thing for Minho to come to terms with.

The fact that, had he been around - had he been by Felix’s side, and loved him the way he was supposed to and needed to, things wouldn’t have turned out so horribly.

Fate was a weird thing, though.

The Gods living high above in the skies were cruel, in some ways.

For looking down at Felix during so much turmoil and allowing it to happen. Allowing the two of them to be separated, knowing that— if they had been together, none of it would have happened in the first place.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there, all those years ago. I’m sorry I didn’t love you right and that you got mixed up in those situations because of me…” Minho started, his mouth close to Felix’s ear. He was whispering, rocking the both of them back and forth to try and calm the younger male. He could tell it was working, too. By the way that Felix was melting into his grasp, the hands around his waist growing a little slack. “I want to kill them, trust me— I really fucking do. But I’m not about to end streaks of violence with even more of it. So instead, I’m going to protect you with my life, from now on. I don’t give a fuck what anyone else says or thinks about it— about us or our relationship. It’s none of their concern. You’re never getting rid of me, and I swear on my entire family’s grave that I’ll always be by your side, no matter what.”

There was silence after that.

For a long time, nothing was said between the two men. Instead, they just held onto each other for dear life. Almost like, if they separated for even a second- the precious moment would break and they’d go right back to being strangers again.

Minho had the mind to check the clock that was on the nearby nightstand. It was close to noon. Chris would be home soon, and the last thing Minho wanted right then was for his best friend to walk in on them. He’d question things immediately, and Minho was too mentally spent to talk it all out. Explain their relationship and why Felix was having a literal mental breakdown in his arms.

Finally, after Felix had stopped crying and his shoulders stopped shaking, he was rousing in Minho’s arms. Until he was leaning his head against the older’s shoulder, staring up at him with wide, puffy eyes.

Like a helpless little woodland faerie, innocent against all the sins of men in the world.

And Minho wanted to do everything in his power to protect such pure, raw beauty.

“What do you need from me right now, Pixie?” Minho asked in a gentle voice, one that was so quiet, only Felix would ever be able to hear. He used the nickname that he had given the blonde when they were living back in Busan. Growing up together, hanging from the bows of trees and frolicking on the beach. He stared down at the boy, thumb ghosting against his pale cheek as he studied the emotions swimming in Felix’s eyes. “Tell me what you want, pretty. And I’ll do anything.”

“Kiss me. Please.”

Minho needed no further instruction. As he dipped his head down, capturing Felix’s lips up into a soft kiss. Their mouths pressed together in an ethereal kind of way. They were a perfect fit, practically made for each other.

Minho’s lips drawled away from Felix’s after a few moments, littering soft kisses across his face - his cheeks, his nose, his forehead. “You’re so good, Felix… too good for me. I promise— I’ll be with you through all of life’s ups and downs,” Then he was catching Felix’s gaze, and seeing the sincerity of the words register in the younger man’s mind. “I’ll kiss you as long as you want. Kiss it better, kiss all the pain and sorrow away. Kiss you until you’re sick of it.”

Then he was capturing Felix’s lips against his again, this time with a little more force. This time, their teeth clashed together. This time, Felix let out a strangled gasp as Minho poked his tongue out, trailing the line of his lips with it. This time, Felix’s jaw slacked and allowed Minho’s tongue entrance. This time, they got a taste of each other. Just like the night before.

And soon, without even realizing what was going on, Felix was already crawling on top of Minho. Situating himself into the elder’s lap, as his fingers grasped at dark locks. As Minho’s tongue pulled moan after soft moan out from deep inside of Felix.

Before they could go any further, be any more reckless and emotional than they already were - and it was still the morning time - Minho’s hands found their way to the nape of Felix’s neck. He was pulling them apart then, a messy string of saliva parting from both of their lips. Felix gave him a pout, and the frown he had made him look so much cuter than he already was. Made the tent growing in Minho’s pants get a little stiffer.

“We need to stop, Lixie. Chris is gonna be home any second now.”

“But why?” Felix whined out, bouncing up and down a few times in his protest.

The bouncing of his thighs wasn’t doing Minho’s current horny state any good, so he made to grab ahold of his hips to stop Felix’s movements. “Because— I don’t want this to be the way he finds out about us. I wanna tell him in a clear state of mind and not when I’m really fucking horny.”

At the last of his words, Felix’s gaze caught with Minho’s again. A wicked smile spread across his lips, and he was turning into the exact replica of a Cheshire Cat. Tucking a few strands of hair behind Minho’s ear, Felix leaned away from him only slightly to survey his current state. Rumpled clothes, curly black hair that was wiry from stress, and a crazed look in his eye, no doubt about it.

“Oh… so you’re horny, huh?” Felix started, voice deep and wavering as he pulled a little bit on Minho’s locks.

For a second, the older man’s eyes rolled into the back of his skull. Completely involuntary, it would seem. “Yes, and I really wanna finger your pretty little hole and stuff you with my cock until you’re crying for me to stop. But I can’t do that right now, so that shit will have to wait.” He said, giving Felix a deadpan look as he grabbed ahold of his wrists and yanked them out of his hair.

Tilting his head to the side, Felix’s eyes trailed down the length of Minho’s body. Until they stopped at his middle, where their bodies were barely touching. Still, the tent in Minho’s pants was clearly visible. “Then, I guess you don’t wanna hear what I wanna do to you… that’s too bad…” He was hoisting himself up from Minho’s lap entirely after that, staring down at him with a shadowy kind of remorse.

“No, no— tell me.”

Minho didn’t even know why he was playing into Felix’s hand. It was a dangerous game, that much he knew. And he also knew that his best friend would be home any second. It was a miracle he hadn’t already walked into Minho’s bedroom yet, what with it being so late in the morning.

“Nah— I don’t wanna make you any hornier than you already are…” Felix started, turning his back on Minho. And then he was reaching over the bed to grab his things that were still on the nightstand. His phone and his wallet and—

All Minho could think about was how adorable he looked right then—

Ass sticking out in the open,

Practically begging to be spanked.

He was teasing Minho, and the older man wasn’t gonna stand by the wayside and take it any longer.

So he did exactly what Felix was silently asking for.

In the blink of an eye, he was standing up and was right behind Felix, spanking him so hard his palm came away from Felix’s purple sweatpants hot to the touch.

Felix was whirling on him soon after, face red as a beet as he clutched his things close to his chest. “Hey! That was very uncalled for, sir.”

“Don’t act like you weren’t asking for it, princess.” Minho smirked, staring down at the blonde with a triumphant stance. Hands on his hips, he watched as Felix’s eyes blazed with the insinuation. A certain kind of heaviness was filling the bedroom again, weighing down on either of their shoulders.

It was suffocating Minho, in the best of ways.

“Well there’s lots of things I actually want, which I can’t ask for because of— obvious reasons,” Felix’s eyes flit around the room. Like he was a nervous deer, caught in the headlights of a hunter. “And don’t call me princess!”

Minho was inching closer to him then, watching the pretty line of his lips and how pink they were. And how good they’d look wrapped around his co- “What kinda things do you want, hmm— princess?”

Felix gazed up at him, now that they were just a mere hairsbreadth away from each other. Reaching up, he brought Minho close to his lips, his mouth hovering over his but not kissing him. “I wanna litter pretty purple and red marks across your neck— wanna choke on your cock and make it messy… wanna swallow your cum and then get on top of it and ride your sensitive flesh until you come again.”

Minho was silent after that, squeezing his eyes shut for a brief moment. Fighting off all the demons that wanted to take over him — fighting the urge to throw Felix down onto the bed right there in that moment, and rip those pretty screams out of his mouth as he creams against Minho’s cock.

Instead, he was leaning back from Felix. Motioning to the door with his head, his lips pulled up into a sardonic kind of grin. “Get out right now— before we both ruin our relationships with Chris.”

“Oh, so you’re gonna kick your boyfriend out of your dorm?”

“No, I’m telling you to leave. For the good of everyone.”

But Felix knew better, that was for sure. Because already, he was moving to the door and stepping through the threshold. Minho was hot on his tail, following him through the kitchen and to the front door.

“Will I see you again sometime today at least?” The blonde asked, as he stopped in the doorway. Peering up at Minho with sparkly, imploring eyes. He was going to be the absolute downfall of Lee Minho.

“I have a final exam to study for. I’ll be at the library later tonight.”

“It’s open past midnight right?”

“Til’ two in the morning I think.”

Leaning up towards Minho, Felix placed a light peck on his cheek. “Guess I’ll see you around then.”

But before he could pull away again, Minho was reaching out. Arm snaking around his small waist, Minho pulled the younger boy closer to him. Craning his neck downward, he swiped his tongue against Felix’s bottom lip, before kissing him with all the passion and fire that was thrumming through his veins.

The kiss didn’t last for more than five seconds, but to Minho, it felt like a whole lifetime passed. And that nothing else mattered, besides the otherworldly boy that he was kissing in the doorway of his dorm. When they pulled apart from each other, Felix’s cheeks were flushed and his shoulders were heaving again.

“Get home safely, Felix. Text me when you arrive,” Minho said, as Felix was finally leaving his presence and beginning to turn towards the common ground that surrounded all the senior’s dormitory complex. But he hadn’t let go of Minho’s hand yet, and was still holding onto it for dear life. “I love you, my pretty princess.”

Felix froze in his place then, turning his head back to give Minho a whisper of a grin. Then he was squeezing his fingers, “I love you more, Minnie.” And with that, he was on his way. They were parting and Minho was watching him trek across the damp ground.

He didn’t close the door until Felix was completely out of sight. And as soon as it was locked, he leaned his back against the wooden frame. The hardness between his legs was the first thing he registered in the wake of Felix’s absence. Staring down at the tent in his sweatpants, Minho let out a dark chuckle. Shaking his head incredulously, he muttered to himself as he filed into the kitchen to start on a quick brunch. “Lee Felix, you will be the absolute death of me.”

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