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Why do I love DOCTOR WHO?
Because it makes you want to be bigger on the inside.
#I wish I knew how to make gifsets#Once upon a time there was a chatshow called âInnerSPACEâ on the Space Channel (RIP) and I was asked to be a professional smartypants#on live television#I was pissing myself#But also having the most fun I've ever had on a film set#I think I was pretty clever.#And yes.#I did rehearse that one#(the gave us a list of probable questions ahead of time. I made notes.#my notebook was hidden under the back of my skirt so I could look at it in the commercial breaks.)#doctor who#doctor who after show#doctor who anniversary special#nuwho#j.m. frey#jmfrey#dr who#television#television appearances#the tardis#tardis#bigger on the inside#i love this damn show
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Obscutober 2024 Day 13: Lunette đ
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Lunette (n.)
any of various objects or spaces of crescent-like or semicircular outline or section; the figure or shape of a crescent moon
(in the plane of a wall) an area enframed by an arch of vault
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Funny, one of few times I manage to get the artwork for the day posted before dark, it's the moon-adjacent mandala. đ
Not that I'm complainingâThe sooner I can get these posted in the day the better, and this is probably one of my new favorites, anyway!
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Once again we have proof that I do not make a habit of looking ahead on the prompt list like I maybe should. đ
If anyone remembers: I specifically chose white lines for yesterday's mandala because I wanted to break from how much I've been using the black ones. While the mandala turned out fineâgreat, even!âhad I looked ahead and noticed today's word first, I probably would've let bygones be bygones and stuck with black lines...Because here's a very good excuse for white lines right here!
So much so that you can see I went with the white lines anyway...and once again didn't even bother to check what's on the list for tomorrow, so we may be in for a string of white-line mandalas yet. đŤŁ
Nevertheless, this one is more of a mixed bag for me than I expected. Despite my failure to look ahead and see when it was coming up, I was pretty excited to get to this word. It's one of my favorites that made the list and very early on I got the idea of these 4-point crescent moons to base the rest of the mandala around, and the color scheme was one of the no-brainer ones: Night sky colors! Though I did push myself to shift the hues so it would be at least a little different from Day 1 and Day 10 (mostly Day 1, though).
So why is it a mixed bag, then? Mostly because once I got my 4 "focus" crescents down and some "foundation" borders, I was sort of at loss for how to fill the rest of the space. đ
The natural choice of course was to use a lot of crescent shapesâAnd I tried to!âBut the question was more of how to use them without it feeling...I guess forced? is the right word? Or, perhaps I mean without it feeling like the goal was to literally just get as many crescent shapes in there as possible with not real rhyme or reason to the design.
I wanted the design to still feel intentional and, y'know, designed.
Through that, I supposed in a sense I started taking inspiration from a little of all phases of the moon, not just the crescent shape. I didn't go out of my way to feature shapes that look like other phases, but I think that's why after a certain point I was in the mood to add so many plain white dotsâThey spoke to the full moon shining in my subconscious.
Also worth noting that I was able to start on this one before I went to bed, so for once it's not like I didn't have time to consider my choices and moves as I made them.
And I do really love how this came out as an art piece; My quibbles lie in wondering if this is really the best I could do with "crescent shape, like the moon" as my theme.
I suppose maybe it is since this what came out when I let my mind and pen wander and even as I was finishing it up and acknowledging my uncertainties, nothing better or ways to improve it was coming to mind. Even now, having had a little time away from it and more time to think, I can't say I've really thought of different outcomes I think I'd feel more sure of!
In any case, at least this one was ultimately more simple to pull together, so even if I'm not 100% confident in how well it sticks to the theme, I can at least identify that's what my problem isâRather than thinking I might be unhappy with the outcome because it gave me a headache or something like that (as has happened before).
Let's see...I think I just want to make one last note that technically the definition for this word should have "[architecture]" at the beginning of the second bullet point. However, I left it out for the art piece because A. this definition was already one of the longer ones and therefore taking up more of my workable space/looking a bit cluttered, and B. based on the rest of what that bullet point says I feel the fact that it's referring to architectural use is pretty heavily implied.
And also technically I think there are a couple more "subset" definitions for this word, but these are the two that came up most often and most readily when I was putting the list together, so I opted to stop there.
Oh, and this one should be getting posted actually during daylight hours this timeâI feel there's a bit of irony that the moon-adjacent word turns out that way, meanwhile a lot of the others are relegated to nighttime. đ
But hey, I'm not complaining because the earlier I can get each one posted, the more time I have to do other things before I have to start on the next one!
That said, I think that's all I have for you today, Sparklers. So now you know what time it is for meâCross-posting time! đ
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Thoughts on Echoes of Wisdom
This is for the full game, so spoilers ahead!
My non spoilery overall thoughts: Really good and enjoyable game! Unfortunately the echo combat just really wasnât for me.
Iâll start off with a list of positives! Iâm probably missing some specific stuff, so keep in mind i like this game more than just these bullet points.
I loved the intro where you get to play as Link with all his hearts n stuff. If makes me think of like an alternate universe where the game was never revealed to be a Zelda Game, and so the switch to Zelda is a complete surpriseâŚ
It was heartwarming to see the townsfolk and guards seem so fond of Zelda :â)
Also Link!! It was so so nice to hear people appreciate Link.. made me feel bad for wearing his cloak and making a few people almost think i was him.
Also just learning about Link was really cool. Got to see his house, his hometown, his motivation for fighting⌠was all really cool
Was cool to have him be canonically incapable of speech⌠Was very surprised when they outright said he couldnât talk. Later in the game though when you're traveling thru Null with him and he just kept giving u weird little nods i kept on thinking âwe gotta get this kid some sign language lessons, stat!â I do love his stoic little face, its really funny. Paired with no speech, he truly is a weird little guyâŚ
Favorite echoes time:
Water block water block water block my beloved. I used those fuckers to skip the entire stealth portion of both hyrule castle and the gerudo stealth minigame thing. (so u can imagine how much i sucked at the deku one :( )
Flying tile. I loved when someone would be watching me play and clearly think I didnât know what i was doing or that i surely couldnât make it to a certain area and then boom. Flying tile.
That one spider fella who provides webs to climb on
CROWS. I used hordes of crows to rob monsters blind it was awesome.
When you get ur first outfit, some people will say different things to you depending on if you're wearing your disguise or not! I only really tried this in castle town, so idk if it works anywhere else, i kinda doubt it.
Also people begin to talk to and comment on Tri and its cute. It was fun to see Tri become more social. Also theres tons of comedic potential when it comes to who can see Tri and who canât.. We did have that happen a few times where only like half the people there could see them. I want fan comics of funny moments springing from that
It was so nice to have the King of Hyrule be a good dude and a sweet dad. Made it even more frustrating when he Got Got and was replaced with an evil echo
Was very glad to see the deku scrubs back⌠theyâre just funky little guys
Also!!! It seems that in this game deku scrubs go by they/them!! At least 2 or 3 of em do, i have evidence. Also they they/themed Tri iirc, so thats some nice confirmation to have too.
Absolutely loved when the hyrule field themed slightly changed and had the Zeldaâs Lullaby notes at the beginning. When I first heard, my jaw dropped and i was wondering what the heck was going on. Such a beautiful start to the trackâŚ
Very fun getting to play alongside Link, and was especially fun to have to do all the puzzles for him lol. It was great getting to grab him with Bind
Null was sick, and dang when they started absorbing the Tris and started looking like them⌠gave me chills man
Also shoutout to Null for being a cool non-ganon main big bad! It'd be cool to have them come back for another game someday⌠usually ganon is the only recurring one, but Vaati came back like twice, so its not out of the question.
Iâm glad Zelda got to keep the Tri staff :â). I was prepared to say goodbye to Tri since that's what always happens to Zelda companions, but I was really happy to get something to remember them by.
It was fun to have the triforce be a fairly big thing! It was barely in botw/totk, so I had been hoping for a new game to bring it a little more to the forefront again.
Overall, the game was beautiful and cute, was engaging and had an intriguing story. I really really enjoyed it!
Okay, negatives time. This portion looks really big, but I swear the positives far outweigh the negatives to me. My biggest gripes with the game itself are mostly just quality of life things. Otherwise, the issues I faced were more âme-issuesâ. It wasnât the game, it was me. Iâm not a super creative person, like in totk I really didnât do much with the Zonai building stuff, so I wasnât doing crazy stuff with the echoes either, and I think I was probably downright bad at using echoes, so that's a skill issue on my end. Also just game mechanics preference, I just prefer to go up and wack things. It was very strange and slightly annoying to have to stand aside while other things fought for me. But honestly, I was able to guess from the trailers that the combat gameplay probably wasnât going to be for me, so I went in knowing that, and that helped me not be too upset about it. So while I do complain about it, i absolutely know that not everyone feels the same and that its not the gameâs fault, so pls donât come at me lol
(anyway, list of negatives:)
Combat using echoes was really hard for me and not really fun ngl⌠Part of itâs definitely on me, but also like. Many echoes are just so damn slow to attack, and often times other things will dodge while theyâre winding up their attacks, or just straight up kill my echoes immediately. A few times i was actually seething with rage because of how annoying my echoes were beingâŚ.
That stupid fucking echo select menu. Whose idea was it to bring back the weapon cycle menu from botw/totk. It wasn't bad in botw, but with all the things you could fuse to arrows in totk, the flaws of that style of select menu were definitely showing. Yet they used it again here???? It wasn't bad at all at first, but thereâs almost 130 echoes in this game and god is it a nightmare to cycle through them.Â
The lock on system. As far as I can tell, you canât like cycle through things to lock on? And iâm never a fan of doing that anyway as i often fumble the controls in the process. But it would've been real helpful cuz god the lock on system was frustrating. It would often lock on to my own echoes or some random thing when I was trying to target an actual enemy and Cause Many Problems
I couldn't seem to turn down the music? Using headphones, even the lowest volume on my switch was too loud, but I couldn't find a way to lower the gameâs music, which confused me, since many games have like, audio settings to mess with stuff like that. Like all i needed was for the bg music to be quieter, the sound effects werenât too bad (thankfully only had this issue with headphones tho, and was able to find places to play alone and have the sound up)
Also maybe this is me imagining things or just me not being creative enough with my echoes, but i swear as you went on some fights were definitely made for sword fighting in mind. Which is strange cuz the gameâs whole thing is echoes and wisdom and whatnot.
Was very bummed to have to give up swordfighter form to give Link back his weapons. Cuz then I just spent a lot of those final fights just kinda running around trying to not get hit while Link did most of the work. Like, i get it. Logically, Link needs his stuff back, and since the gameâs who Thing is Zelda and Echoes and Wisdom, so theyre gonna want you to embody that aspect of the game in the final fight and use echoes. So i understand why. Doesnât stop me from being sad about it.
Why not more outfits :(? Like I had quite a bit of extra rupees toward endgame, they should have added regional clothes to all the stores to give you something else to spend ur money on, cuz this far into the game u probably have tons of smoothie ingredients, and those only cost 10 rupees, so ur not spending that much on healing or buff supplies.
Honestly besides some quality of life things, if I could just be in swordfighter form the whole game, it would be near perfect. Really wish you could have gotten like, a reward of a sword you can fight with normally, for finishing the game⌠Like i would totally start a new file if I could replay the game but now with the option of either non-temporary swordfighter form, or just, like giving Zelda her own sword.
Also i wanna know what they were saying in that last cutscene when Zelda and Link return, and the King and townsfolk are there. Cuz at one point everyone looked at Link really shocked?? And i don't think it was him talking, cuz i think he had already been talking before
Also mixed feelings on Link getting his ability to talk back. I wouldâve liked him to stay canonically mute, since it's interesting to have a Link that doesnât just not talk much or something, but actually be incapable of speech. But I also get it, it seemed like losing his speech was a part of his motivation to do what he did, and it seems like he wanted the ability back, so it's not nearly as bad as if Link had just been naturally mute yet was magically âfixedâ or something. But if they're gonna make Link speak again, I wanna see it! We see his mouth move and him make talking gestures at the end, but if they're gonna show him speaking, i wanna see :(. But even with that, Iâm of 2 minds⌠Link is such an interesting character, but him speaking would really characterize him differently⌠so i didnât actually really want to hear him speak, but they showed it on screen, so i wanna know what he said!!
Also wish we had gotten an explanation for the swordfighter formâŚ. It was so cool and intriguing and it made me think we were gonna get Lore (â˘) for the sword and might crystals and everything, and if we were lucky, some Link lore too. But eh, as much as I wanted an explanation I did suspect that it truly was nothing more than a game mechanic, thus we werenât going to get any explanation. Still ever so slightly disappointed tho.
So yeah, those were my thoughts! Theyâre very fresh, and clearly just kinda word-vomitted on the page, so maybe someday in the future Iâll have more like, overall things to comment on, but for now, this is it! Really good game that i just wish i could wack things in more <3
#eow spoilers#echoes of wisdom spoilers#loz#loz eow#josh talks#when looking at what i dont like about the game pls keep in mind that a lot of it is just about my personal experience and preferences#like i fully acknowledge that its a me problem and not the game#just wanna clarify this cuz sometimes the internet lacks the knowledge of the difference between#âi didnt personally enjoy thisâ and âthis is objectively bad and you shouldn't enjoy it or ur wrongâ#if ur reading the tags but not the post cuz of spoilers this may look bad lol. i swear i really like the game#this is just for a little portion of it
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The 2022 writing Advent calendar: Day 15
15. What is the best gift you remember getting as a kid?
âYeah, two night at Otaniemi, and then weâll fly to Rovaniemi,â GastĂłn recapped for Matteo, as they plus their wives were sitting in GastĂłn and Ninaâs living room one late October evening. They had been talking about their trip to Europe for Flor and Oliverâs wedding on New yearâs day and they were going to go to Finland for skiing straight afterward with Simon and Ambar.
âAmbar and Simon are meeting us at the airport when we fly to Lapland,â Nina explained, âWe can go look around at the capital Helsinki while GastĂłn is giving that lecture at the Aalto University.â
âWell, you seem to have it all under control.â Matteo leaned back on the couch, âRemind me to travel with you more often.â
âI donât know ho I can wait two months!â Luna exclaimed from the floor where she had been playing with Newton. âBy the way, is Newton going to that doggy day care again for that? We will be gone for two weeks.â
âNo,â GastĂłn answered, âDelfi and Pedro will be taking care of him, since they are not coming with us.â
âDelfi and Pedro?â Matteo questioned.
âDelfi has had dogs her whole life,â Nina explained, âShe has sometimes gone with me to walk him when we have been talking about her producing that book trailer for me.â
âI do wonder if they are planning on getting a dog themselves since they have not offered it before,â GastĂłn pondered.
âWell that would be a bit odd,â Luna continued, âI mean, Ambar said that she swears that Delfi is pregnant soâŚâ
âReally?â Nina questioned, âHuh, well that would actually make sense. She has seemed a bit tired.â
âThey will probably tell us when it is time,â Matteo started speaking, âNot like we are on the godparents shorts list.â
âI think Jazmin has the dips on that,â Luna noted, âAmbar did say that she is willing to go to war about it.â
âPoor Delfi and Pedro. Maybe that's why they are not coming with us to ski.â
âI hope we get to know before I start Christmas shopping,â Luna said while scratching Newton behind his ear. âI can already come up with so many cute things to give them.â
âLuna, it is October.â
âYeah, so I only have two months to do the shopping and wrapping,â Luna countered.Â
âDonât even speak to me about Christmas shopping yet,â Nina sighed, âYear by year it gets harder. It feels like everyone already has everything, especially after all the wedding gifts. I donât even know what to ask myself.â
âProbably something everyone has trouble with as we are supposed to be so-called adults now or something,â Matteo sighed too.Â
âUuuuh! Let's play a game!â Luna said so excitedly that she scared Newton and made him jump from her lap onto the sofa and curl next to Nina while eyeing Luna judgmentally. âUups, sorry.â
âShould we be scared?â GastĂłn joked.
âNo,â Luna rolled her eyes. âWhat is the best gift you remember getting as a kid? Maybe that can give us some inspiration for gifts this year. Hold up a second, Iâll text that Simon and Ambar as well⌠you know what, Iâll just put that in the group chat and tell everyone to record a video about it so we can all know each otherâs⌠oka that is done⌠So, who goes first?â Luna clicked her phoneâs record button and started a video.
âUhmmm, I can,â Matteo spoke hesitantly and Luna turned her phone towards him.
âGo ahead, it is already recording.â
âUhm⌠okay,â Matteo started, âWhen I was nine, the last Christmas⌠before Mom died, I had just started piano lessons because dad wanted me to do that instead of playing the guitar. But they still gave me my first guitar as a Christmas present and mom asked me to sign it, and of course, she didnât know, none of us did, but she still got to witness my first autograph ever. I think the guitar is somewhere in storage at Dad and Sofiaâs place right now.â
âWe need to go find it!â Luna exclaimed, âI wanna see it!â
âWe can go do that but I do not know where it actually is.â
âNo problem! Nothing is impossible to Luna Valente!â Luna stopped the recording and pointed the came towards Nina. âNina you are next!â
âOkay.â Nina stared at the camera blackly for a second, âUhm, so. Well, this will sound really cliche, but it was a book. It was Christmas right after Mon and Dad had finally gotten divorced⌠I remember it because that really was the first Christmas I remember having some peace and them not fighting, since they were not together, obviously. Mom and Dad both gave me the same book as a present, I didnât tell them that, obviously because I didnât want them to fight. But to me it just kind of symbolized that they were on some small level on the same page, by both knowing what I wanted, even if they did not know how to communicate and would not for many years.â
âWhat book was that?â GastĂłn asked and reached her hand. Newton had crawled on Ninaâs lap and had dosed off quietly snoring.Â
âI donât remember,â Nina answered. âIt was a childrenâs book, and I definitely didnât take it to Oxford. One of the copies is probably still at dads. I think the Momâs copy got lost in some box when we moved to Moraâs. I can ask but itâs probably lost forever.â
âSo your parents still donât know about that?â Luna asked from behind the camera.
âNo they donât, and I donât think I will ever tell them.â Nina said and fiddled with Newtonâs ear, âWell that was that.â
âIâll go last.â Luna started another video on her phone. âSo GastĂłn, your turn.â
âOkay, mine also involves my parents. It was when they gave me my first camera.â GastĂłn started. âIt was our first Christmas in the house they still live in. I didnât know it at the time, I was nine or something since I was in third grade, but that was the time they really had started having money. They gave me this small digital camera, and I did not know how to use it and I thought it was stupid. Like I said: I was nine. Anyways, we actually went to Canada that year for new Year and that's where I actually learned to ski. There, dad took me out and actually taught me how to use the camera and told me that: even if I didnât appreciate it then, it could bring a lot of things into my life. You all know how Mom and Dad met at the photography course at university, so that's what he obviously meant and now I know that he was right.â He scooted closer to Nina on the couch and wrapped his arm around her waist.Â
âAww, that was cute,â Luna squealed, âOkay, Matteo take this.â she threw her phone to Matteo. âMy turn.â
âOkay, it is recording,â Matteo said and directed the phone toward Luna who was still sitting on the floor.
âI donât fully remember this, since I was five I think, but Mom and Dad told me that I was always drawn towards all kinds of sun and star things.â Luna started, âWell, now we know why, and but at the time they just thought it was cute. So for Christmas that years, they got me this huge sun-shaped pillow. And apparently, what I said when I got it was: but why is it the sun? I am the moon!! But the pillow was so cute and me and Simon had some much fun jumping on it.â
âWhat happened to it?â Matteo asked.
âYeahâŚâ Luna laughed, âWe kind of broke it with SimonâŚâ
I had so much fun with this. First of all I love the Gastina/Lutteo dynamic and I relly loved coming up with some sentimental stories about their childhood and what their parents got them. Secondly, I really love writing GastĂłn and Nina's dogs reactions to what ever they are doing. I also firmly believe that Pelfi are the first ones to have kids from the Roller Crew
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this probably isnât a good idea but this has been bobbing in my head for awhileâŚwhat if bucky had killed one of y/nâs close family members like their sibling or parent(s) or anything like that while he was winter soldier and theyâre one of the people on buckyâs list in tfatws to make amends and heâs like taking them on dates and stuff to show them heâs sorry and he remembers their family member and bucky ends up catching feelings for them??
this is probably a TERRIBLE idea and iâm probably making myself look DUMB MAYBE U COULD MAKE IT A LOT BETTER IDKXKENDDN I ADORE YOU AND YOUR BLOG EEEE
Thank you!!!! You made me blush. 𼰠This is an AMAZING idea and Iâll come there and bonk you if you ever again say itâs terrible. Ily đ I hope you like it!
the sun and the shadow
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đŹđđ§đŁđđŁďż˝ďż˝đ¨ || angst with a happy ending
this is not proofread :/
This reminds of that post Iâd seen where it was like you go on a date with Bucky and he tells you he killed your grandma đ
Bucky wanted to tell you. He really did. But how could he? How could he tell you about his heinous crimes when you were all he had.
Bucky still remembered your first meeting. He had cancelled the names above you on the list and now it was your turn. It was simple, he was going to confess and apologise and walk away towards a new day.
His therapist had said it would help him. He still didnât know how removing the scabs on his wounds would ever be good for him; but he did it nonetheless.
And it was probably helpful. He could sleep much better at night knowing that there wasnât anything to hide anymore. But he would never say this out loud; he had a grumpy reputation to maintain after all.
But then heâd met you. You were waiting for some blind date at a restaurant when he had approached you. He was about to introduce himself but before that, youâd considered him to be your blind date.
You couldnât believe that the white wolf was your blind date. The one and only Bucky Barnes. Like were the avengers on tinder too?
Bucky thought maybe it was for the better and had started talking with you. Iâll tell her at the end of the night, he told himself. But just like your actual date, the end of the night never came.
And one date, extended to two; and two became three, and it went on. Bucky hadnât told you he wasnât your actual date and neither did he tell you that he had killed your only brother.
He had been on a mission where along with a few others, he had killed your brother. Back then, the soldier didnât feel any remorse. He wasnât programmed to feel. But now the guilt ate him every moment of his life.
He knew that the day the truth would spill out, was the day youâd leave him. And just the thought of losing you brought upon immeasurable pain.
You were filled with life and your eyes twinkled with hope as you spoke and he couldnât blame himself for wanting to have a share of your light. You were the sun and he was the shadow.
There wouldnât be a shadow without the sun just like there wouldnât be darkness without light. And he too would cease to exist without you.
Hydra had sucked out his memories and emotions. And even after his memories were back, he never thought heâd ever feel again. But then you made him feel.
He felt proud when you laughed at his jokes and he felt happy when you baked cookies. He felt jealous when someone looked at you the wrong way and he felt sad when you cried. Most importantly, he felt love every time he saw you.
But today was going to be the most difficult day he was yet to live. Today was your brotherâs death anniversary and you had trusted him enough to ask him to be with you when you visited your brotherâs grave.
He couldnât deny you that. But he couldnât keep this secret any longer either. He was finally going to tell you. Even if you slapped him and walked away, he would take the pain you gave willingly.
Bucky patiently waited for you in his car. When you came out of your house and sat besides Bucky, your eyes were red rimmed and he was pretty sure you had cried the previous night.
He asked you if you were fine and only when you nodded did he start his car. The entire ride you both were silent. You were lost in the memories of your brother while he was debating when to tell you.
When you reached the graveyard, you walked towards your brotherâs grave while Bucky stood at a distance. He knew you needed some alone time with him.
You placed the flowers you had brought near the gravestone and quietly leaned against it. You wanted to tell him so much, but at the same time you couldnât quite speak a word.
Never in your life had you thought heâd leave you so soon. But fate was cruel and death always took the best people. You just hoped he was happy and at peace wherever he was.
Every year after his passing, youâd come here and tell him the highlights of your year. This time was no different; you him about your promotion, your new car and most importantly Bucky.
Bucky was nothing like youâd expected him to be. He was caring, resourceful and loyal. He was a gentleman through and through. You were sure your brother and Bucky would be friends if he were alive.
Once you were done, you walked towards Bucky with a smile. He on the other hand looked tense and worried. âI want to tell you something.â
You nodded him to go ahead. âI⌠I killed your brother.â There was no point sugar coating it. Now that it was out of his system, he felt much better; though he knew what was to come.
âWhat?â You couldnât digest words that fell on your ear. âWhen I was the winter soldier.. I, uh⌠I murdered him.â
He saw how your face crumbled, how your nose scrunched up and how the tears rushed to your eyes. You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
You walked behind until your back hit a tree and sagged against it. âGo away. Please.â Your voice was hoarse from all the crying and there was an underlying pain in it.
Bucky wanted to hold you and tell you how much he loved you. But the he was cause of your misery, wasnât he? He had been selfish; if he had told you on the first day itself you wouldnât feel this heartbreak.
Holding your head in your palms, you tightly closed your eyes and refused to watch him walk away. And the only question you asked to god, again and again was, why?
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The tv screen was playing some football match as Bucky sat on the floor of his house, loathing himself. There were discarded beer bottles and leftover chips just laying around on the floor.
He knew he was supposed to clean the house and go to work. But he didnât feel like doing anything. No matter what he did, your thought never left his mind.
He missed it when the first time it happened, but the second time his ears perked up when he heard the bell go off. Someone was here to visit him. He was 99% sure it must be Sam.
Before answering, he checked his phone. He almost gasped when he noted it been two whole days since the incident and he hadnât even realised. God lord, he needed to get it together.
When he opened the door, he saw the last person he expected to, you. You offered him a bright smile when you saw him and he returned it back. Everything didnât seem so difficult anymore.
âUm, hey!â He didnât know why your mood suddenly became awkward. He followed your eyes and looked down. He wanted to smack himself when he realised he was practically naked save for his boxers.
âOops! Wait a minute!â Bucky replied as he sprinted back into his bedroom. It wasnât as if you hadnât seen him in his boxers, but right now it was purely awkward.
When he came back, he was wearing a Henley and sweatpants. âHi!â He shyly ran his hands through his hair. âI thought it was⌠over.â Bucky felt heavy even while saying it out loud.
âDo you want it to be?â Your intentions of coming here were much different. âNo. IâŚâ Bucky couldnât say anything further. âI want us to be together.â
Bucky stared at you as if heâd seen a ghost. Did you just say that or was he imagining it? âBut IâŚâ You sighed as you began speaking,
âYeah I know. I thought a lot in these two days. What you did wasnât up to you. I canât blame you for what hydra did. It wasnât at all your fault.
And Bucky I love you.â Without being able to stop for a moment, he engulfed you into a bear hug. âYou⌠you forgive me?â He was the happiest he had ever been.
âBucky, there is nothing to forgive. But if it makes you happy, then yes I forgive you.â Oh, how had Bucky yearned to listen to those words.
âI have to tell you two things too.â You pouted, what did he want to tell you now? âSecond, Iâm not your actual blind date. I came there to tell you about your brother but you considered me your date and I couldnât stop you.â
Bucky was shocked to see you laughing. âI⌠I know!â Bucky stared at you with wide eyes. âThat idiot called me a day later and told me his boss told him to work over time so he couldnât come. And I knew it definitely wasnât you who was supposed to be coming.â
Bucky chuckled as he pulled you closer. âAnd whatâs the first thing?â You asked in a sultry tone. âThe first thing is,⌠I love you.â
You pulled his face down and kissed him. âAs much as I love you, I need you to take a bath Bucky. You stink!â Bucky winked back, âAnything for you doll.â
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Hello! Your Nikolai fic tranquility is so beautiful! Can you write more for Nikolai? Maybe the opposite with reader having a nightmare? Or whatever you want just please give me more! If you have a tagging list I'd love to be included btw :)
A/n hii!! first off,, thank you! i was a little nervous about writing him for the first time,, but i love him so much (even though i love a good villain/morally grey character in love i think nikolai would probably make the least toxic bf in the grishaverse lol)
you gave me a little too much freedom here lol bc i have so many ideas for him!! lowkey might need to give him a longer fic/series soon when i catch up with requests!! WOW THIS FIC IS SO LONG AND FOR WHAT
Summary: Reader is a handmaid who has grown up assisting Nikolai. Through the years, the two have developed a special relationship that most definitely breaks royal protocol--theyâre best friends and rivals on a good day, and dangerously close to being something more the second either of them is remotely upset or extremely happy. Learning about the fact that Nikolai was almost engaged to Alina (a good friend of yours) and being reminded of the fact that as royalty Nikolai has many prospects (both serious women worthy of his title and women only suitable for trysts meant to relieve tension) has you both realizing something you should have years ago.
Word count: 31210
Warnings: disclaimer--may not be the most cannon thing ever,, but i wanted the âchild of the help competes and falls in love with the child of royaltyâ energy okay?? Lol
I could do a whole blurb series with this dynamic nikolai x reader,, like just stories of them growing up together and randomly realizing they might like each other romantically?? I probably shouldnât rn but i ADORE this trope.
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The perfection of the room is disappointing. Idle hands, idle thoughts--so I work to smooth out a perfect duvet. Still, the thoughts come--aggressive and unavoidable. Itâs silly, maybe even sad, to feel possessive over something thatâs never been yours, something that could never be yours, but the harder I fight off the feeling the stronger it grows. Jealousy is a weed growing quickly in my chest, vile roots planted firmly in my heart.
Normally my favorite part of the day would be waiting for Nikolai to return to his room in the palace after dinner and his evening duties. Heâs always a bit softer in the evenings, during my last check-in of the day. Iâm normally thrilled to be done organizing his room early because that means the second he arrives there will be no distraction. Most evenings, heâll find me perched in the seat by his bed, reading. Heâll mock-scold me for daring to defy his orders and reading ahead from the book we both take turns reading aloud from each night. He then warns me that I better react exactly the way I did when I first read it or else. That threat is always followed by a gentle laugh.
Tonight Iâm in no mood for our nightly banter or even our nightly reading. My mother had warned me of the dangers of getting too comfortable with the royal family. I should have heeded that warning when she first gave it to me, the morning she found Nikolai and I fast asleep on a couch in the library as children. The palace likes to bring up the children of the staff by training them to attend to the next generation of royals. It makes the staff more efficient, a lifetime of knowing what someone wants makes you better for them. It also creates some level of connection, making betrayal a little less likely. Nikolai and I might have taken it farther than most. But now I want a reminder of the way weâre supposed to be--maybe if I detach now the bleeding of my heart wonât kill me. That has to remain secret, because if I explain it to Nikolai something in me will break. The one line between us will be crossed.
This will be the sixth secret Iâve kept from Nikolai in my entire life.
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The secrets:
I donât know why I was picked for Nikolai. I wasnât particularly skilled, but still, the day came when my mother was told that I now worked directly for the Lantsov boy. Itâs an honor, a true one, but my mother had been a little nervous. To whom much is given, much is expected--and I detested Nikolai. Not for being a prince, but for being a prince who thought girls couldnât race or fight.
The day my mother came looking for me because I never showed up for dinner and she found Nikolai and I attempting to fight in the way only a ten-year-old girl and eleven-year-old boy would, she had looked truly mortified. Nikolai had only laughed, either oblivious to my motherâs embarrassment or uncaring about it. He had then hugged me--an expression of care that had left me reeling. I saw him more as a rival than someone to tend to, but in that moment I saw him as a friend. Even more so when he told me he didnât want me to go yet and that he was upset that so much of the day had been wasted by studies that kept him with boring people and away from me. And then he invited me to his lessons--my mother was quick to attempt to decline politely, but the desires of a prince at any age outweigh that of a mother.
After that, everyone kind of just stopped trying to remind us of our propriety. The tutor at first was concerned about my presence, but Nikolai remained stubborn. I wasnât a big enough deal to cause an argument, so I began to attend lessons with him almost every day, only staying away when my mother needed aid with laundry or cleaning. His parents must have been somewhat aware of our friendship, but they must have been oblivious to our closeness because it was never mentioned.
My motherâs worry began to ease, sheâd even started to take some pride when Iâd come to our room proudly proclaiming that I scored two marks higher than Nikolai. She did, however, warn that it might be more tactful to let him score higher.
The comment was casual, just a suggestion, but it left me feeling wrong. It was the first time since we met that I had thought about our different statuses. I didnât tell him--and that was the first secret I ever kept from him.
As we grew, we traded physical competition for academic rivalry, trying to best each other in both lessons and games of strategy like chess and cards. But with growing comes responsibility. Nikolai started to have obligations that were meant to be private. I couldnât follow him at all times. But heâd always come back from locked door meetings grinning like he carried schoolyard gossip instead of government secrets. He shared everything with me, even when I playfully warned against it.
Heâd always step closer when I teased that perhaps he shouldnât tell me everything. And then heâd say, âIf I canât trust you, then I canât trust anyone--and I donât want to live in a world like that.â Often, heâd give my hand a light squeeze before moving on like he had not said anything intimate.
On a day in which Nikolai was in one of those meetings, I became a woman. When I first saw the blood, I had been horrified--but my mother was quick to explain that it was natural. She said that I was now a woman, a wonderful thing, really--but a thing that came with obligations. She told me that I could no longer have the impromptu âsleepoversâ with Nikolai unless he ordered it. I told her heâs never ordered me to do anything for him.
She didnât ease, something in her had started to become nervous again. My mother had recently started to act the way she did when Nikolai and I first became friends. I didnât want to fall asleep in Nikolaiâs bed while I was bleeding, but I didnât want to never have another sleepover with him again. Especially not when she refused to explain why being a woman changed so much.
I had decided to avoid Nikolai as much as possible until the sting of my motherâs new rule faded. Unfortunately, that night Nikolai was extra talkative--excited as he insisted I stay for a little longer. Soon, I found his familiar good naturedness melting away my nerves and before I knew it I was laughing in the middle of the night. When my eyelids started to feel heavy, I had moved from the chair, ready to head back to my room.
Nikolai had looked at me oddly before he asked why would I leave so late when it would be easier for me to just sleepover? It was an innocent question, he did not know about my change and I had wanted to keep it that way.
I tried playing coy, but Nikolai has always had a talent for getting around my better judgement. I donât recall exactly how it happened, but I remember him standing in front of me. It was the first time I noticed how much had actually changed over the years--he was now taller than me for the first time in his life. His hair had started to grow a little longer, golden and soft-looking--and his face seemed much more angular. But he had not lost his boyish charm.
âY/n?â My name fell softly from his lips, and that was the first time I had ever noted the fullness of them. I didnât understand why I considered that something worth noting. âDid I do something to make you mad at me?â
Perhaps I had been a little curt--nerves and hormones had left me not feeling like myself. I didnât tell him about the bleeding, I couldnât. That became the second secret I kept from him--but I did tell him that my mother had told me I was a woman now, and that women canât have sleepovers. Not with those of the opposite gender. I made no effort to hide my confusion because I expected him to be as perplexed as I was. But he was not confused--in fact, he had the audacity to laugh. My face flushed, but I did not know why.
âWhy is that funny?â Maybe he thought I was still too much of a child to be considered a woman. I assumed it a fair assumption, I had not grown the way he had--my shoulders had not become sturdier and I had not become particularly broader. Still, I would rather melt into the floor than tell him about the reason my mother now considered me a woman. âMy mother did say that, and I donât know what being a âwomanâ has to do with staying in your room at night.â Something strange had crossed over his features then, something much more brooding than I was used to.
I had blinked at him as unexplained nerves pooled in my stomach. Perhaps that look would have been enough to keep me silent if he had managed to not grin. That self-assured grin that had always challenged me. âWell since you know everything about my mother now, maybe you can tell me why sheâs been acting strange. Sheâs starting to act the way she did when we first became friends.â I expected him to at least pretend to be worried. Perhaps his parents had spoken to her and had mentioned wanting our friendship to end. But his grin had only grown. Pride left me angry. âShe did say that I could stay if you ordered it--but Iâm glad youâve never ordered me to do anything, so I can leave right now because youâre acting as odd as her. I donât understand what you could find funny about our friendship ending.â
He had stopped me from storming out of his room by placing one hand on the wall between me and the door. âY/n, donât be cross--Iâll explain it all, I promise.â Angry pride made me want to storm away from him, but curiosity and something unknown and warm kept me in place. âDo you remember when we read the play about the rival families, how the two main characters had kissed?â
I remembered that part of the play especially well. The concept of kissing so casually, outside of marriage, had been jarring to me. âYes.â
âNow that weâre older, your mother must be worried that we might do that.â He paused before leaning against the arm he placed on the wall to keep me from leaving a little more. âKiss.â
The clarification was not needed--in that brief pause, I had allowed myself to imagine no distance between our lips. Something in me burned with embarrassment when I realized that some part of me found the thought appealing. The only thing I wanted in that moment was assurance that Nikolai would never know I felt that. That was my third secret, and the weight of it was heavy against my chest.
Still, though, all of my confusion had not yet left. âIs there much harm in a kiss?â
The question had left an odd smile on his lips. âThereâs potential harm in what it could lead to for the woman, but not so much for the man.â He exhaled slowly as my face tensed. He could always read me too well because he was quick to add, âWhat it could lead to isnât a bad thing, itâs meant to be pleasurable, but itâs serious.â I did not understand, but a part of me was starting to grow okay with that. Nikolaiâs voice had started to become lower than ever, and his gaze remained tense. Perhaps if I accepted the confusion for now, things could go back to normal. If the conversation ended, I could stop thinking of his lips and his hands and what it would mean for them to touch me. âItâs considered a vice, like drinking or gambling.â The additional comment helped more than it should have. A vice--not scary and not painful, but not something to indulge in. Thatâs enough explanation for now. âIf you want to know, I wonât deny you.â
I appreciated the offer tremendously. The vice that comes after kissing is clearly something thatâs been intentionally kept from me. Itâs something he was privy to that I was not, and he offered it to me like so much else. But if knowledge that my mother feared us kissing made me think of his lips, then I doubted I could handle knowing what comes after kissing.
âIâll let you know when I want to know, but I appreciate the offer.â It felt like a fair response. His snarky grin came back immediately. Irritation rooted itself in my stomach. I hated not knowing more than him for once, but I still had one question I could not relinquish. âBut what does that vice have to do with orders?â
At that, his smugness faltered. âItâs not unheard of, for princes and handmaids--for a prince to obligate a handmaid in order to fulfill his vice. Though many handmaids fill the vice of their own will for benefits.
The explanation left him like a confession. I didnât understand his hesitance--itâs not like heâd ever make me do anything I didnât want to do. Even when I worked, he was hesitant to ask me to go out of my way to bring him a glass of water. And I couldnât imagine gaining anything from offering Nikolai something I didnât really understand. I wasnât naive to the fact that my life had more privileges than many palace servants. âOh.â
His eyes hardened. âYou know Iâd never--â
âI know.â It was finally easy to smile again. âI never thought otherwise.â Something in him seemed to ease at that, his eyes went from hard to warm in less than a second.
I had no more questions for him and I was also no longer a flight risk, but Nikolai did not move. He did not step back to create a more appropriate distance and he did not drop his arm. His gaze, however, did move--dropping downwards, and slightly away from my eyes. I did the same, my eyes falling to his lips.
The silence between us began to make me feel like something in me was in danger of overflowing. âThen I guess my mother is once again worrying for no reason.â Strangely, I did not feel the need to feel embarrassed about staring at his lips. âBecause I would never particularly want to kiss you, Nikolai Lantsov.â
The comment was meant to be teasing, a joke to clear away unknown tension. I should have known better than to challenge his pride because he instinctually moved his hand off the wall and beneath my chin. I did not flinch when he tilted my head upwards slightly with his fingers. âI could get you to want to kiss me if I wanted to.â
Three secrets in one night. I did not think I could bear a fourth one. âHmâŚâ The ground we treaded on felt unstable, but something in me trusted Nikolai to not let me falter. âI should--I should go before I give my mother anymore cause to worry.â
His fingers had brushed down my chin easily as he dropped his hand. âIâll see you tomorrow morning.â
And that he did. The days passed without mention of the last time he asked me to sleepover. It was as if nothing had changed except now I found myself noting things I most definitely did not want to note. These didnât feel like individual secrets because it felt easy to group each admirational thought into one secret. Soon, that became my new normal--easy banter, easy touches of hands, and easy yet silent admirations of his beauty.
I never wandered too hard about what the vice that kissing can lead to entailed. I didn't particularly want to know, but knowing that I could ask Nikolai at any time brought a sense of security to me. But besides that, I never thought of that conversation until the day I was asked to look for Nikolai because he was late for dinner.
That in itself was odd, most of the time when Nikolai was late it was because he was with you. I checked his room, two other rooms he was known to frequent, and then finally the library. First, I noticed a handmaid two years older than me. I was finally at an age when one begins to compare their beauty to those around them, and I recognized the girl as gorgeous. She was better endowed than me, physically, and she always seemed fun. And then I noticed Nikolai, standing closer to her than Iâve ever seen him stand to anyone. His expression was serious as the girl giggled.
Nikolaiâs expression shifted from tense to shocked when he saw me. âY/n.â
It took me a moment longer than it should have to realize what I had interrupted. Guilt and jealousy were quick to twist in my stomach. âDinner--your parents sent me to look for you.â
He was quick to walk around the girl, who was quick to glare at me. I attempted to disappear down the hall after mumbling a quick apology, but Nikolai was faster than me.
âY/n,â he did not hesitate to grab my wrist.
It shouldnât have irked me the way it did, after all, neither of us had ever really hesitated to touch each other. I had always reached for him when I wanted him, and he had done the same. But the thought of the same hands that touched the most beautiful girl I had ever seen on me left me bitter in a way I didnât understand.
Still, I pushed through all of that. âIâm so sorry. I didnât mean to interrupt anything, your mother asked me to look for you because she assumed youâd be with me when you were late to dinner. I didnât think that thereâd be--â
âYou didnât interrupt anything.â The words came out flat as his eyes took on the same quality they did the night he explained my motherâs concern to me. âValaria wishes there was something to interrupt, but there wasnât.â
Oh. I refused to let the correction inflate me. âWould you like me to not come to your room tonight?â
The offer felt awkward to make. âNo,â the answer came quickly, âIn fact, go there now--I want to see you right after dinner. Iâve missed you today.â The instruction left my face feeling warm. âWe could read an extra chapter of our book if youâd like.â
Despite myself, I grinned. âYes.â
âLooking forward to it.â
True to his word, Nikolai was quick to return to his room. He had come back to me eagerly, going out of his way to squeeze my shoulder as he entered the room.
I opened the book to the chapter we had left off on, but before I could start reading, Nikolai stopped me. âSit next to me?â
The question came softly. It had been some time since we sat next to each other on his bed. Still, I moved off of the chair and to his bed. Something in me longed for the familiar closeness of childhood. I allowed him to play with my fingers as I read.
âYou know you could take one night off from me if you wanted to.â The admission left me softly, part of unsure if he was still paying attention to my words. âShe was pretty, it wouldnât have hurt my feelings if you told me you wanted me to not come tonight.â
Nikolai exhaled easily, squeezing my fingers once. âI said I wanted to see you and I meant it.â
It took all of my energy to push past the way his words made my stomach leap. âIn general, if you ever--â
Nikolai cut me off by laying his head on my lap the way he used to. âI donât want to talk about this anymore.â It was the first time in years that he spoke to me in a way that acknowledged his authority. âKeep reading please.â
And that was the last time we had ever mentioned other handmaids in that context. The fifth secret I ever kept from him was the way I worried that one day that would change.
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The door creaks open while Iâm in the middle of fluffing an already pristine pillow. Nikolai steps into the room, but I continue to work.
âDarling,â he breathes too easily, âToday has been painful.â I straighten, looking at him as casually as I can manage. âAnd now I have to deal with you being mad at me.â
Damn him and his ability to read me with one look. âIâm not mad.â
âYou know you canât lie to me,â he sighs, stepping forward, âWeâve known each other too long for that.â
I press my lips together, irrational anger pushing itself into me at an odd angle. âWeâve also known each other too long to keep secrets.â
His eyebrows draw together, a look so quizzical Iâm reminded of our schooling days. âWhat secrets have I kept from you?â
Mentioning that had been a mistake. I exhale as flatly as possible. âI shouldnât have mentioned it.â My dismissal only has Nikolaiâs expression hardening. I drop my gaze. âUnless you need something, Iâm retiring my services for the evening.â
I take a reluctant step towards the door, eyes attached to the floor. âY/n,â his voice is gentle. âWhat is it?â
âItâs nothing, Iâm just tired.â Please let that be at least somewhat believable. âIâm sure Iâll feel more like myself in the morning.â I take another step, a little more assured. Nikolaiâs hand is on my shoulder before I can escape. âNikolai--â
âY/n,â his voice is that of velvet, âI canât have you be mad at me. Not now.â
Sighing, I meet his gaze. The tiredness I see behind his eyes is almost enough to chase away my nerve. What Iâd give to be able to melt into our familiar routine. âThen you should have told me you were almost engaged to a literal Saint--the same literal Saint whoâs one of my closest friends.â
Nikolaiâs expression shifts as his hand drops from my shoulder slowly, fingers brushing down my arm before he finally intertwines our fingers. I bite my tongue to avoid squeezing his hand, but I donât move to separate us either. He studies me silently, eyebrows drawn together. The longer he stares, the more whatever turmoil heâs experiencing seems to dissipate. After a minute of silence, I can read his expression perfectly. His lips are pressed together in that coy way--the way he only looks when heâs suppressing a smile.
I loathe him for it. âNikolai Lantsov, donât you dare laugh--not after what you did. Do you have any idea what it felt like to have Alina casually mention the fact that you almost married her casually? Like that was common knowledge to everyone but me?â
My words break away the last of his self control. He grins, flashing his annoyingly perfect teeth. âDo you have any idea what it feels like for me to want nothing more than to see you and then you let me believe something may actually be wrong when the only issue is your jealousy?â
The amusement in his tone is like poison to me. I find the strength to jerk my hand away from him. âI am not jealous.â He laughs; I am further enraged. âI am not.â The genuineness of my anger must finally register on some level, because he tries to suppress his smile. âI have every right to be mad at my best friend for not telling me that he was almost married.â
âWe didnât exactly come close,â he manages, expression still much too light for my taste. âIâm glad for Alinaâs sake, Iâm not sure being a Saint would be enough to protect her.â
He is infuriating. âIâm not sure anything you have will be enough to protect you.â
Something in his gaze shifts, softening the tilt of his mouth. âI donât doubt that.â
I donât know what I expected from him--but not this. I thought heâd be at least somewhat apologetic. âYou should have told me.â
âI would have if I felt it was significant.â
âIâm your best friend--your marriage is significant to me. And even though itâs not like youâre engaged to her right now, you should have told me. You know I talk to Alina all the time.â
He sighs once, a hint of apology threatening to ghost over his eyes. âIf I knew not knowing would have upset you so much I would have told you. I was--I was just so excited to be around you again I didnât see much relevance in anything that didnât involve you.â
The intensity that Nikolai regards me with is enough to wither all of my fury. But without my anger, I am left spiraling in emotion that Iâve been pushing against for years. My motherâs warning about relationships with those above us rings in my ears--sharp and headache inducing. I am still when he reaches for my hand again, but I do no allow myself to return the gentle squeeze of his fingers.
âIâm not sure much outside of you has significance.â Heâs giving me a look I am familiar with. A look he often uses to chase away my anger.
Without my anger, I have nothing to keep me from melting into him, indulging in his presence fully. Itâs so easy with him and I blinded myself to the danger of that. He may not be marrying Alina, but one day he will marry someone. A person worthy of his status--and what would I be left doing? Washing their laundry? Tearing up when I dusted the library and came across a book we had read together? Enough damage has already been done--I need to cut myself with this blade now in hopes of making sure I can one day recover.
He will get married one day, and nothing will be the same. And thatâs a good thing--he deserves the love of a princess or queen. I want his happiness, even if itâs not with me. But some vindictive part of me hopes that some part of him will miss me. That some part of him will be dulled without me.
Iâm a fool--he will remember me as the handmaid from his youth. The girl who made him laugh once or twice before he grew up. I force my hand out of his grasp. âYou canât win me over with words every time.â I need to get out of here before he says something that makes me lose all resolve. âTomorrow morning Iâll be here to prepare you for breakfast.â
âY/n.â
I step forward, refusing to look at him. âGoodnight.â
He sighs, his hand quick to grab my arm. Before I can question him I feel myself pulled back. I expect him to pull me just close enough so that I have to meet his gaze. He continues, pulling me sharply before placing a quick hand on my shoulder, forcing me down. My back hits his bed.
I sit up as soon as the reality of what just happened seeps into my mind. âNikolai, what in the Saints--â
âIf youâre going to act like a child, Iâm going to treat you like one.â
I scoff, thoughts of escaping him put on hold by the principle of pride. Fine. Iâll beat him one last time, and then Iâll let us separate. I shove him. He laughs--of course this is funny to him. He got to keep fighting past the age of about eleven. His laughter adds to my anger, I move to shove him again, but he catches my wrist easily. I struggle against his hold, shoving him a third time with my still free hand. He pushes me slightly. Thatâs all it takes to unleash familiar habits.
Our small fight is hardly fair. He has all the advantage--more training, and heâs standing above me. When I finally make a move that might give me some success, Nikolai leans forward. He practically tackles me, his weight forcing me flat against the bed.
I move an arm, ready to push him off of me. Nikolai snags my wrists, holding them above my head. âThis means I win.â I roll my eyes, anger returning.
âLet me go.â
He sighs tiredly, but the smugness radiating off of him is suffocating. âAdmit that you were jealous.â
There are a lot of things I am willing to do for him--but never that. I cannot give him the one separation I still have. âI wasnât.â
âThen why are you mad?â
I press my lips together. âI told you--â
âDo you really think you could lie to me?â
âYou donât know me that well.â
Nikolai moves his freehand, touching my chin as a way to ask me to look at him. I meet his gaze hesitantly. âYes, I do, and thatâs never bothered you before but it does now.â
Maybe this is a conversation better had bluntly. âIt bothers me now because youâre too old to hold onto the daughter of a palace handmaid and Iâm too old to pretend that our different statuses donât matter.â
âY/n,â he breathes, âNothingâs changed. Status didnât matter to me when we were children, and it doesnât matter to me now.â
âYou can afford to say things like that.â
âWhat good is my title if it means I canât,â he pauses, eyes hesitant, âIf I canât keep things the same between us?â
I smile, the sadness of the look weighs on me and I canât even see it. âNikolai, you always knew things would change.â
âNo, I--â
âYou canât tell me you think your future wife would like you having such a close relationship with a handmaid.â I press my lips together. âOne day youâll fall in love and get married and youâll want me to leave your bedchamber as soon as dinner is over because youâll be eager to spend time with your wife.â His gaze hardens. âAnd thatâs not a bad thing. Itâs actually a really good thi--â
The last syllable of my sentence dies in my throat. Nikolai, who must be possessed by something, leans down and presses his lips against mine. I beg myself to resist, but his gentleness is everything Iâve ever wanted. He releases my hands in favor of holding my face. Thatâs all it takes--my hands move without my permission, into his hair--pulling him closer to me. What am I doing? Iâm insane. Placing my hands on his chest cautiously, I push just slightly. Heâs quick to obey, pulling away while allowing his teeth to brush against my bottom lip.
I gape at him--taking in his now slightly swollen lips. âNikolai.â He canât do this to me. Weâre friends. Despite the fact that Iâve loved him more than I should--weâre friends. âYouâre being extremely unfair.â
He draws his eyebrows together, sitting up quickly and moving off of me. âIâm being unfair? I have spent my entire life loving y--â
I sit up, furious in a new way. âYou have not!â This is the dumbest I have ever been. I move to stand, still feeling the softness of his lips against mine.
âYour tooth fell out.â The sharpness of his words forces me to still.
âWhat?â
I canât bring myself to turn and look at him, but Iâve always been able to feel any heaviness he bears. The weight of it leaves little room for air in my lungs. âYou were ten. I told you âgirls couldnât fightâ so you punched me in the face. That was the first time we ever fought--I didnât mean to hit you in the face, but you moved. You moved and I hit you in the mouth and your last baby tooth fell out. I expected you to cry or get angry, but you just blinked at me and laughed. You were happy to lose your last baby tooth because it meant you were grown up. And then you smiled and asked me if you looked older. If anything, the gap in your smile made you look younger but I told you that you looked like a grown-up because I wanted you to keep smiling. Because your smile made me feel like I won something.â I turn on my heels, but I cannot meet his gaze. âThat was the moment I fell in love with you--so donât tell me I havenât spent my entire life loving you.â
The weight of his words is harder to survive against than the heaviness of his feelings. âNikolai, you know we canât ever be together--â
âWhy not?â
âDonât act like you donât know,â I manage, voice low, âYou almost married the Sun Summoner--â
âThat was political--â
âExactly, your marriage is meant to be political, and if it happens to be out of love--which is what I hope you get, because it is what you deserve--it will be to someone of status.â
Nikolai stands, the movement is that of a king, not the boy I know. âI do not want status or to love someone else--I want you.â
âI canât take that from you--â
âYou canât take anything from me because Iâve already given it all to you.â
I press my lips together, heart tearing for him. âI love you too much to ruin you.â
My words seem to snap something in him because his eyes darken, the way he watches me adjusting accordingly. âYou canât ruin something thatâs always been yours.â
I let myself smile. At him. At his words. At the foolish hope the child in me has clung to after all of these years. I reach for him thoughtlessly, because I have the right to. Because Iâve always had the right to. Heâs quick to respond, kissing me with much more security than before.
This time, he pulls away of his own regard. âYou still havenât admitted that you were jealous.â
His teasing smugness isnât as sour to me anymore. âI wasnât.â
Nikolai pulls me towards him easily, lips threatening to brush against me, warm breath against my face. âAre you sure, darling? You were awfully quick to claim whatâs yours.â
I roll my eyes, grinning so widely Iâm surprised my face doesnât yet hurt. âYouâre the one that fell for a ten-year-old girl with a bloody mouth.â
When he smiles back at me, he places a hand on my hip, pulling me forward slightly. âThat I did.â He pulls me forward slightly. "Does this mean you can sleep in here again?"
"If anything, this is more reason for me to sleep in another room." He rolls his eyes, pulling me even closer. "But I won't tell if you don't."
Nikolai leans forward, pressing his lips to my forehead. "Deal."
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Better [Leon x Reader]
Note: So, ummmm, it has been awhile or whatever. . . .but wow, um, here is a new chapter!!!!!! :) Saw the resident evil series on Netflix and damn did Leon look good. So guess, what's coming up next???? I am pretty damn sure yall know?? đ hint: it was a sneak peek
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Ever since that incident with the pink carnations, you could not get Leon out of your mind. It was almost driving you crazy, but you did not want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was on your mind. You looked over at the pink carnation that lay on top of your dresser. You laid the flower on top of a tissue and you could see that it was getting dry and stale. It had been at least four days since then, and he still has not contacted you. You assumed it was a mission, so you didn't bother trying to contact him. A sigh escapes your lips and you sit down on your bed, falling back on it. "Don't think about that handsome, cute guy and instead start thinking about the work you're gonna get when you get back to work," you muttered to yourself, eyes closed. In all honesty, you shouldn't even be thinking about Leon romantically. You were breaching your own rule at this point. It was something to flirt and think he's handsome, but it was a whole other thing to actually develop feelings. "Maybe I should ignore him for awhile." And so you did. You began to ignore Leon Kennedy through tons of paper work and missions.Â
He eventually did contact you, but you forgot about it and didn't contact him back for at least 3 weeks. It wasn't that you didn't want to talk to him, it was more of you were so busy you couldn't get back to him. On your days off, you spent it catching up on sleep or watching movies. In all honesty, you forgot about Leon Kennedy.Â
It was a busy day in the office, desks full of paperwork, and busy bodies running around. It was almost as if this was a newspaper firm or something because all you're doing is typing and writing and sending, and god, were you getting tired of this job. I should really retire soon and have a normal life. I work to kill bioweapons and here I am writing dumb reports and essays. "[Name], hey, someone is down at the lobby asking for you," one of your coworkers said as they walked past you. You looked up and nodded, standing up from your chair, and stretching.Â
"Alright, I will take this chance to have a break then," you muttered as you walked towards the elevator. Once you made it to the lobby, you walked up to Kira, who was the receptionist. "Who's asking for me?" you asked and she pointed behind you. You turned around and you blinked, meeting familiar blue eyes.Â
"Are you that blind that you couldn't see me near the desk or?" he teased. You chuckled and ran a hand through your hair.Â
"Ah, sorry, Leon. I've been so busy lately that I can't really comprehend anything right now."Â
"Ah, I see. So, you haven't been ignoring me on purpose then?" Your eyes widened and you let out a small laugh. "If it was on purpose, I'm hurt." The blonde smirked and you rolled your eyes.Â
"Gosh, don't tell me you missed me that much," you joked.Â
"I did miss you," he answered and you stopped smiling to look at him in surprise. "I tried to contact you multiple times for three weeks and you never responded. I was worried you disappeared." He scratched the back of his head and then cleared his throat. "I thought you didn't want to have anything to do with me anymore." Your chest began to ache and you clenched your clammy hands to your sides.
"No, I just been really busy. I wasn't trying to ignore you. I--How about we go talk somewhere else?" You suggested. Leon opened his mouth and then closed it again, a guilty smile appearing on his lips.Â
"Ah, I actually have a date to get to," he answered. You could feel your heart shatter. You immediately brought up a smile and nodded.Â
"O-oh, okay! Yeah, go on and head to your date! I still have work that needs to be done." Leon snorted and you barely heard what he had said, only noticing the feeling of your heart falling down to your stomach at the thought of Leon with another woman.Â
"Why do you look like you're going to cry?" Leon's question snaps you out of your daze and you look up at him, realizing that his figure is blurry. You try to blink the tears away, but some manage to escape, and you let out a sigh. "What's wrong?" Leon immediately comes closer to look at your face and you swat his hands away. Oh god, how embarrassing!Â
"It's nothing. I got to get back to work, so I'll see you later," you turn around, but Leon grabs a hold of your shirt, pulling you back. You swiveled around and locked eyes with Leon, a couple of tears already sliding down your cheeks. âLeon, I just have allergiesââ you started but then exhaled as your chest began to ache.Â
â. . .Iâll ditch the date. How about we go hang out?â Leon suggested. You blinked and brought a hand to wipe away the tears on your cheeks.Â
âLeonâI. . .no, itâs alright. Iâm okay, I promise,â you assured. He still hadnât let go of your shirt and you promptly bit the inside of your cheek. You were beginning to feel nervous. If he knew you began to cry because you couldnât bear the thought of him with another woman, youâd probably die from embarrassment.Â
âAlright.â He let go of your shirt and nodded to himself. Disappointment swept into your heart and you hoped he didnât see the bitterness on your face. God, why should I be disappointed?? Iâm the one who said I was okay!!! âAs if Iâd believe you,â he scoffed. This time, he grabbed your hand, and intertwined them together. âWe are going out.â You watched his back in awe as he pulled you out of your workplace and onto the sidewalk.Â
âWaitââ
âNo objections. We are going,â he looked over his shoulder and gave you a small smile.Â
âOkay, but, I have workââ
âWork can wait. Iâm sure they can manage without you.â Skipping work wasnât supposed to happen, but maybe a break wouldnât be so bad.Â
ââ-
âSo, we are at the lake. . .fishing?â You questioned. Leon nodded and handed you a green rod with a blue spinning reel. You looked down at your suit and heels and then at the lake. You werenât really dressed appropriate for fishing, but it was a great thing it was cloudy today.Â
âWe sure are. Fishing is always fun!â Leon chirped and began to instruct you on how to cast. You nodded along and did exactly as he said, but it took a couple of tries. Once you managed to make a decent cast, you grinned. âGreat cast,â he proudly crossed his arms and you could feel your chest warm.
"Thanks, but what are we fishing for?" you asked, looking at your fishing line and reeling in slowly.Â
"Fishing for baby bass," he answered. You noticed your slack line became straight and on instinct, you pulled your rod to the side and reeled fast; only for the fish to come flying on to the ground behind you.Â
"Holy shit!" you cried, and reeled the fish back, "I am so sorry, little fish!" You quickly tried your best to hold the small bass by its lips, but it kept squirming on the ground. In the background, you could hear Leon's maniac laughing and you huffed, glaring at him over your shoulder.Â
"I'm sorry---I just," he cackled, holding his torso, "that was the best hook set I have ever seen!"Â
Eventually, Leon helped you and you even took a picture with the poor fish. It was definitely a fun time and it even took your mind off of work. Spending time with Leon was always fun, you smiled as you looked over at him. Now, the both of you were in his car, on the way to your home. It was quiet in the car and the atmosphere was relaxed. "Thanks, Leon. For taking me out," you said, nodding at him. Then, it dawned on you and your eyes turned wide. "Leon! Your date!" Leon merely shrugged his shoulders and you bit your lip, brows furrowed. "I feel so bad," you whispered to yourself. Being stood up is not a great feeling and you began to think about the woman that was probably heart broken right now.
"Actually, I lied about the date." It was quiet for a moment and your heart thumped. "I only said that to see your reaction, and I did not expect for you to cry." You could hear your heart beating out of your ears and everything seemed to pass by in slow motion.Â
He knew.Â
He definitely knew.Â
"I know that you like me." You could only stare at him, hands on your laps, and mouth shut. His eyes stayed on the road ahead of him.Â
"Its better for us to stay as friends."Â
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My 2020 Reading List - Dramione
This year, Iâve read way more dramione than Iâve ever read, and Iâve been reading it for 7 years now. I even read things, tropes, I had never bothered with before. 2020 may not have been a kind year, but in the dramione community it has been a wonderful year of reading for me. Please be aware I may spoil some plot lines to dramione fanfictions you havenât read yet. I have tried not to as best as I can. But anyway below is 20 fics Iâve read this year that have been there for me when I needed them. No particular order. Just a lot of love for these fics.
Wait and Hope - by @mightbewriting - memory loss is one of my favourite tropes but this story. I have never cried over a couch before. But this story. From the moment she first awakes in St Mungoâs to that beautiful ending, I was hooked. I loved how the story left me with not really a care about whether or not Hermione got her memories back. Those bloody text messages đ a journey Iâll never forget.
The Unofficial Diary of an Omega - MrsRen - my first time reading anything omegaverse. It still isnât my favourite trope. I much prefer Veela for some reason đ¤ˇđťââď¸ but overall it was a good story, just not my thing.
Apple Pies and Other Amends by ToEatAPeach - I actually gave up on this story the first time I read it. Unsure as to why because the story as a whole is just amazing. Baking and dramione? Yes please! Also dealing with their psychological trauma after the war? Heck yes! The relationship in this story develops at a lovely pace. There were moments I was on edge, others I was smiling ear to ear whilst reading this. Definitely one of my favourites now.
In Search Of Sunrise - @indreamsink - actually just reread this and I still get that warm feeling in my chest. So turns out my break up hasnât made me lose the ability to enjoy dramione falling for each other. Anyway, the story was so heartwarming, like if I were to describe it as anything I would describe it as a hug. The best non-date fic there is.
Sex and Occlumency - Graendoll - this was the start of my slippery slope into reading smut stories. Like I had read smut before, obviously but I didnât pay it much attention, normally just swiped past đ but this one was a completely different story.
Manacled - @senlinyu - this is truly the most beautifully haunting story Iâve ever read. I remember when I first started reading it, I thought to myself, how the hell could I ever ship dramione in this world? Then those flashbacks. Fuck those flashback chapters were a punch in the gut. The way everything links and connects. I love itâs realistic ending. I often think of this story in the shower cause I had to force myself to go shower whilst I read this cause I honestly couldnât put it down. And SPOILER, but I laughed so hard at a certain characters death even though I probably shouldnât have but she was such a bitch. I get flashbacks myself of this story. Iâll be in the shower and Iâll remember a certain sentence, a certain scene in my head as if I truly walked with Hermione on this heart wrenching journey. But fuck manacled Harry, I hate that boy.
He Becomes by @abromaposts - I needed this story. This was the first thing I read after Manacled. Draco Malfoy looking after rabbits with the sole reason being to get close to Hermione, yes please. Rabbits are my favourite animals. Itâs just so much fluff. And after Manacled I was grateful.
The Right Thing To Do - @lovesbitca8 - this was the bookshop, slow burn, fluffiness I needed in the summer. The start of a truly wonderful universe. Idiots in love, Iâve never went through so much second hand embarrassment. Every interaction between Hermione and Lucius was fantastic. Especially the final one! Every character was written to a way that I loved them so much. Plus this story makes you think (like the rest of the series) it doesnât spoon fed you information.
All The Wrong Things - @lovesbitca8 - I never thought Iâd be into first person POV. The last thing I read like that was The Hunger Games back in school, many years ago. But I truly felt as if Draco were telling me the story. I love how it filled in things we never seen in the first story. I love Dracoâs characterisation. Unlike TRTTD, this feels more lighthearted. Could just be the horny Draco though and his dramatics?
The Auction - @lovesbitca8 - this story. where do I start? When I started reading this story I was in a completely different life. This story has seen me through a terrible time in my life. Honestly the last few chapters before the final chapter were a blur and I had to go and reread them cause my head was all over the place but the story. This story, on itâs own, I would say is better than any fiction Iâve ever read đ¤ˇđťââď¸ it grips you, pulls you in. Every question you ask, you get answered with a ribbon and bow. I cannot express my love, for this story and for the hard work that has went into it. The characters in this world so vastly different yet similar to the ones we already learned to love. I could write a love letter to this story.
Hindsight by @floorcoaster - if you havenât been following this year long, monthly updated story, then youâve really missed out. Each chapter is a month of the year. The story starts with Hermione planning to trim down her calendar for the year ahead. Although itâs fiction it gave me a sense of hope for my future. I had started this year on a different note than Hermione, and Iâm now ending it on a different note as well. I think this story does a good job of capturing the passage of time and just how quickly things can change. I also really love these adorable idiots in this story.
Bring Him To His Knees by @willhavetheirtrinkets (WIP) - the best co-worker, friends to lovers, fake relationship story Iâve read. No question. I sent @magicaltraveler3 a tearful voice memo after that last chapter that was posted (chapter 20). It isnât the first time Iâve cried at a fanfic, but it is the first time that I predicted something bad would happen, but I didnât expect the bad thing to be what it was. I canât wait to see where this story goes. At this point I have completely forgot about the murder plot. I know it exists, and weâll get back to the murder but Iâd honestly read the characters in this story eating breakfast.
The Flat In Bath by @adaprix (WIP) - this was the first story I got into that ada has wrote. Instantly I was fascinated with the use of âflatâ over âapartmentâ. Being Scottish I knew this was someone British. Anyway, a very interesting story and I canât wait to see how the rest of it plays out.
Good by @lovesbitca8 - I am dying for the update of this story. As so many are, it is đĽđĽđĽ all I can say. I canât wait for the update!
The Erised Effect by @adaprix - When ada first told me she was thinking about writing a story about Pansy and Hermione working in a sex shop together. Telling me about having the idea of them meeting in the pub and how she âneeded to get some filthy smut out of your systemâ. I didnât think it would be my thing. Boy, did she prove me wrong!
The Cell by WrathOfMacy - I donât know how I came to read this one. But damn, this was a good one (who am I kidding theyâre all good ones). Iâm still reading through it though. Itâs a warfic in which Dramione end up locked in a cell together. The relationship builds nicely. I cannot wait to read more of it.
The Melody Of Touch by @magicaltraveler3 - I never knew I needed a dramione story like this story. I love that there is so much musical imagery incorporated into it. I havenât read anything like it before. The story, the smut, the taxi and the freaking art work. It is everything!
Every Day, a Little Death by @lovesbitca8 - Iâll be honest with this one. I read the first chapter and the last chapter đ BUT only cause everyone scared me so much. I plan to revisit. SPOILER. I may not care too much that Hermione cheated. Just me? Like yeah I hate cheating and she shouldnât have done it, but like she admitted to it, and was very regretful for it. Anyway, the chapters I read were very interesting I look forward to revisiting it sometime.
Away by @indreamsink - written for the romcom fest and I got to say I think this one may be my favourite from the fest. Not only do you get dramione but you get the amazing side pairing of Harry/Pansy, which this year has really became my favourite side pairing. Itâs like reading two love stories at once, I was interested in the dramione plot line obviously, but I was equally interested in the hansy/potts&pans plot line.
The Path Unexpected by @magicaltraveler3 - this story is a cute little domestic dramione fanfic. And I lived for it. It shows dramione going through the process of having a child and honestly, theyâre so damn cute in this fic. The fanart is next level also!
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Barbarian Bakugou x Plus-sized!Villager!Reader
Summary ; reader loves in village that is ravaged by bararians, bakugou catches them and finds out they are mates
Warnings ; violence, there is implied sexual assault but it never happens kinda like a passing thought. I never actually state gender though reader does wear a dress, so if your someone who doesnât like wearing dresses then you might have trouble fitting into the narrative. REMEMBER ANYONE CAN WEAR A DRESS, I WILL HYPE YOU UP. They eat in it, also they eat meat so if youâre vegetarian or anything of the sort you probably wonât relate, Bakugou yes he is a warning, swearing it is Bakugou after all.
AUTHORS NOTE ; ill have part 2 out hopefully in a few days, ill link both the petite reader version and the plus-sized reader to each other so whichever suits you better you can read.
Tag list : @squishytenya
Petite!reader version part 1
The village was alight, red ran rampant through the streets, the screams of young and old mixing to create a noise that would give anyone a headache. You were running as fast as you could, no shoes on, trying to pick up your skirts as you ran. You had been woken by a scream and hadnât thought to put on shoes before you ran to escape the sea of arrows shot at your home. People dragged younger ones through the wreckage, others cried, others shouting for loved ones. Nobody seemed to be left unscathed.
Your feet were in tatters at this point, having ran through rocks and glass to get here. Your only motivation that got you this far, even with the pain you were in, was the orphanage at the top on town. On a slight hill further away from the village, secluded in a way. You hoped against hope the children were ok. You dodged through fire, adrenaline coursing through your veins. You had to make it. You had to keep them safe. Though in your blind panic you didnât notice the figure stealthily following after you.
You were running up the hill now, twigs that littered the woods floor poking into your poor feet, causing you to slow slightly, but your determination kept you from walking. Just as the orphanage came into sight arms wrapped around your waist. You kicked in attempt to get away, hoping against hope you could escape, get to them. Those kids did nothing to deserve the pain. Your attempts did nothing but tire you more, your hope of escape starting to slip from your grasp. âStay still dammitâ a gruff voice stated. He moved you both back, further into the woods, blocking your view of the orphanage and kept you still.
âOi Kirishima! Keep those idiots away from the orphanageâ He called out further into the woods, not second later a muscular man with spiky hair and even spikier teeth seemed to appear in an instant and disappear just as quickly. With the disappearance of the other man he moved you so you could finally see his face, though his grip on you never loosened. If you were honest with yourself, he was rather pretty. Hard red eyes stared into yours and seemed to judge your appearance as you gaped at him. His blonde locks spiked out, much more naturally than the other mans, he had a defined jawline, and a look that screamed danger. In your curiosity you failed to notice how odd this whole situation was. Here you were being held down by an intimidation and rather frightening man, but you felt no fear towards him.
âFound youâ he said, looking at you with a smirk as his face moved closer to yours. Just as you thought he was going to kiss you his face moved lower to your neck and started to pepper kisses and nips into the sensitive skin. You tensed in his hold, not sure what he was about to do, and scared for the outcome that seemed inevitable. Just then he roughly bit into your neck, causing you to shriek at the vast difference from what he was doing before and the pain that started to thump against your neck like a drum. When he was satisfied, he started to lick at your neck, no doubt cleaning up the blood. âThere, now thatâs sorted time to clean you up and get movingâ He tightly grabbed a hold of your hand, pulling you close to his body. âIf you try and run you wouldnât like to know the fate of those kids you so wish to protect so behave.â You didnât want to know what he could to, so you allowed him to pull you away from the orphanage.
He pulled you both down the hill and towards the town, he hadnât told you his name and didnât seem in the mood for light conversation, so you stayed quiet, not wanting to anger the man further than he already seemed to be. When you both got back to the village it was silent. A stark difference between the village you had left behind, and it set you on edge. He must have noticed how you had started to shake a little, though he didnât say anything on it. âHide you face into my back, quicklyâ he said, his voice slightly softer than earlier, though it didnât stop the unease. Just as you opened your mouth to question it, he gave you a glare that made you close it instantly. You ducked your head down into his back behind him and tried to ignore the strares, questions swarming your mind. âright letâs move outâ he shouted, his voice seeming even more loud now you were against his back, making you cringe slightly. With one hand now taking your weight he hoisted onto a horse, repositioning you in front of him to lean against his chest. âGet some sleep, its gonna be a long ride teddy bearâ
When you woke you were still in his arms, though you were now wrapped up in a fur coat, keeping you warm from the wind. If you didnât think about the fact he basically kidnapped you it could almost be sweet. He had positioned you in a way that meant the brunt of the wind was hitting against the fur coat, keeping you toasty warm. He was looking ahead, no doubt keeping control of the horse, though you did notice how he would glance down at you. Due to your position you couldnât really see anything, giving in to the temptation of going back to sleep for now, who knew when you would be able to sleep again, you let your eyes closed and allowed yourself to relax, your head snuggling into his warm chest.
Your eyes fluttered open at a loud shout, startling you from the fragile sleep you had managed to get. âWeâre almost thereâ He claimed, glancing down at your sleepy form curled into him. Cute. The thought was a fleeting one, but it made him freeze up slightly, he hoped you didnât notice. This mate stuff was making him soft. The horse abruptly came to a stop and the man carefully gave you his hand to help you jump down. You noticed almost immediately this was much gentler than he had been previously, and honestly threw you for a loop. On one hand this was much nicer treatment than previously, even if he hadnât been particularly bad, on the other hand what does this entail, does he want something in return? The man pulled you inside what looked like a large tent and pointed towards the bed to sit down, it was covered with fur blankets and looked rather nice and warm to cuddle up in.
âLook hereâs the deal,â he said, sitting down on the floor before you, making your face in line with his. âYouâre my mate, kinda like a soulmate, I guess. Itâs a feeling. My nameâs Bakugou Katsuki by the way. Call my Katsuki though, itâll just piss me off if you call me anything else. Just, listen to what I say. Ill go get you some food, you look like you need it.â As Katsuki walks away you could hear him mutter under his breath âSkinny as anythingâ When he had officially left, and you decided he was far enough away you started to look around. The tent was rather spacious, but not to the point it was cold. If anything, it was so warm in here. Like an invisible fire was somewhere in the room keeping it warm. The tent itself smelled like wood pine and honeysuckle, and a hint of caramel, it felt more homely than your old village ever did. You knew you had to think through what he had told you, but you didnât want to even think about it. Taken away from your home after it having been destroyed by them and he tells you youâre his soulmate and you need to listen him.
When Katsuki got back you were cocooned in the blankets, sure the room was warm, but as the night air drew in the rooms temperature seemed to drop drastically, so you had taken it upon yourself to collect all the blankets and pile them onto of yourself. Katsuki stood at the entrance dumbfounded at the sight, as in comparison he stood tall in his trousers and fur coat, with his necklace and earrings to adorn the look. He wasnât used to feeling cold. He would need to thank his parents later for getting on at him to make sure he had enough blankets for his mate when it got cold. He placed the food down on the table and started picking apart the blankets until he revealed you, cuddling into yourself. âLook, I know its cold but you gotta eat, come onâ He allows you to get yourself up, though you take one of the smaller blankets with you to combat the cold.
The meal itself wasnât anything special. A meat of some kind with potatoes and asparagus. You were so hungry you ate it without question, too hungry to care. He watched you from the other side of the table, it made you slightly self-conscious but brushed it off as his thing, he had a habit of watching you. When you finished you made sure to tidy up your area as best as you could, not wanting to seem impolite. This made Katsuki scoff at you, your insecurity coming back quickly.
âBed timeâ was all he said, even though you had been sleeping most of the day, the thought of curling up into the blanket seemed heavenly. As you climbed into the bed, securing yourself under the furs Katsuki came in behind you. He simply brought your body to his, circling his body around yours in a protective manner. With him so close to you, you found it hard to fall asleep. Though Katsuki seemed to find it easy, simply snuggling his face into your neck and falling asleep. You decided to go through your options. Option one, stay still and go to sleep unknowing to what could happen tomorrow, though by his current attitude and behaviour you now highly doubted it being too dangerous, or option two, somehow manage to escape his iron grip and run out of the tent, with no knowledge of where you were, how far from home, or what could be outside the tent. The thought of meeting something worse than Katsuki made you shiver and slightly move closer to him. At least you knew what he was capable of, plus you had the added protection that he claimed you as his mate, those usually ended happily. No one wanted to endanger their mate, it went against Barbarian law. Something you vaguely remembered researching when you were young and curious. With those thoughts in mind you allowed yourself to succumb to the warmth Katsuki provided and fall into a broken sleep.
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Love Letters ; Sim Jake
Pairing: Jake X Reader
warnings: explicit language and cursing
word count: 3k words
genre: friends to lovers au! fluff with tiny pieces of crack lmao
Jake was always known for being this perfect guy in school. I mean, they're not wrong. They always described him as if he's this walking piece of art in the hallways. People would stop to just stare at him. You'd stare at him all day too, but you set priorities first: writing him love letters.
You're no Lara Jean, but I guess you can say that she's what inspired you to write Jake letters. Who needs Peter Kavinsky when Jake Shim exists anyways?
note: Not me completely disappearing off of tumblr for like months and then showing up again suddenly lol. I got really busy the past few months since I was completing requirements for school, and I really didn't have the motivation to do anything at the time so I took so time off to take care of myself first so I hope you understand :) But now since it's summer break, I am given at least 2 more months until I go back to school in August :)) Here's the long-awaited Jake imagine that I completely forgot about lmao hope you enjoy <3
P.S I finished writing this at 1:26 am so please excuse the really shitty plot and grammar ill rewrite it once i wake up
tag list: @cha-raena ( sorry for the rlly late post bestie )
Dear Jake, First of all, I will never call you Jaeyun because calling you by your English name makes me feel like I'm your friend. Calling you by your Korean name makes us feel like we're cold strangers to one another and I don't want that. I want us to be something more than that, but it's hard when you don't even know who I am. I'm surprised how you don't grow tired of me just dropping letters right into your locker every time you open it, and that's one of the things I love about you. You don't just throw away people's efforts and you treasure them with care. It makes my heart beat so fast as if I ran miles away from here.
We're already one year left until we graduate high school, and I don't want to end my high school years without you realizing my feelings for you. I know for sure that you would never reciprocate the feelings that I have towards you, so I want to treat this as closure in case we do forget about each other in the future. Yours truly,
Moon
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"How is this person not over you? That's like the tenth one this month," Jay said, looking over Jake as he reads the letter from his secret admirer. Jake has always been receiving these letters from the same person everyday for the past four months. He's thankful for the letters because they definitely make his day better, knowing that there's someone out there who loves him as who he is regardless of looks. He's not gonna lie that these little notes and letters make his heart race too. "Do you have any plans with finding the person behind the letters?" Jay asked as he watches his best friend trying to hide the small smile that's been growing. No one really knows who this mysterious person is and why they decided to name themselves the moon, but we don't judge anyone in here. If they want to be the moon in their next life, then so be it. "I really want to find the person who's making these letters," Jake shoved the letter in his backpack, trying to not wrinkle it. "But I don't know where to start." "Who's finding who?" A voice popped suddenly beside the presence of the two boys. You leaned beside the locker beside Jake's, watching him as he grabs his books from his locker. "Did Moon drop your daily letter today again?" "They did as usual," Jake wasn't even surprised. He would expect the letters every time he enters the school in the morning. He would open his locker to see the usual small letter placed inside his locker. He usually arrives at seven or earlier, but he's surprised that he could never even catch a glance of this anonymous sender around the campus. "Should I go to school at five in the morning?" "Five in the morning? Isn't that a bit too early?" You questioned, followed by a shaky breath. "The school doesn't even open until six." "I could just walk to that nearby convenience store I always pass by to grab a coffee." He argues, closing his locker shut before walking towards his classroom.
You and Jay followed beside him, and you sneered under your breath, "You don't even wake up to your alarm clock."
"Why don't you even want me to go early anyway?" He glances as you try to give him an answer. But before you could say something, Jay replies first.
"Youâre probably hiding something." He said. You rolled your eyes and narrowed your eyes at him. "You are so weird." You grunted, before walking ahead of them. You feel panicked because you were scared that you made yourself obvious to them.
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You were inside your classroom sitting on your desk. There were only fifteen minutes left before lunch, but you had eaten your packed meal before instead of going to your school cafeteria. You were fidgeting in your place, conflicted about Jake finding his secret admirer, not knowing that it was you who's been sending him letters the past few months. You're not scared of him finding out that the letters were from you; that was the entire reason why you wrote him letters in the first place. You're scared of how he was gonna confront you about it. Would he like you back? Would he hate you? Would he avoid you?
Your mind was full of scenarios but you were suddenly brought back to reality when a hand planted itself on your desk. You look up and saw Jay standing in front of you, eating sushi with his other hand. His face kinda looks like he knows something, and it's freaking you out a bit.
"What?" You asked, suddenly flustered over how his eyes stared right into you. He took the seat in front of your desk and flipped it so it was facing you. He sat down and blurted the phrase that you were dreading to hear from anyone.
"So, you like Jake?"
You suddenly feel like punching him in the face with his sushi.
"What??" Your body felt like, and you were left a nervous mess. Your heart like it was going to pump right out of your chest any minute, and your hands started to sweat.
Jay's mouth formed into a smirk. He caught you. "Jake may be a bit oblivious, but I can totally see right through you."
âHaha...no you donât,â You tried to deny, but it was all useless when his expression looked unconvinced.
âOh yeah? Then why are you all red? You look like a bursting tomato.â
âYou donât know that," You leaned further into your seat, playing with the strings of your hoodie.
âCâmon Y/N, youâre not even trying. Just give up and admit it,â Jay was trying to help you confess your feelings for Jake. Frankly, he knew it was you sending him letters this whole timeâhow can Jake not see it?
With a heavy sigh, you slumped and laid your head on your desk, embarrassed. âFine. I like him, okay? Are you happy now?â
The smirk on his face grew wider, feeling proud of himself. You are not dealing with his annoying crap this early in the morning. He grinned and munched on his half-eaten sushi. âI knew it.â
âCongratulations,â It was muffled because you hid your red face away from him. All that was on your mind now was how you could book yourself a flight all the way across the world.
âBut seriously, since when did you have a crush on him?â You raised your head to face him, giving him a look that could kill, except Jay finds it entertaining rather than intimidating.
âI started having a crush on him when we were in fifth grade. It was at a friend's birthday party, and he saw me being all quiet and lonely. Honestly, I forgot whoâs birthday that was.â You told him the very first time you had discovered feelings.
âHe saw how sad I looked so he accompanied me the whole time. He was even trying to feel more included in the games and stuff.â You felt a smile ghosting on your lips as you can still vividly remember how you felt your heart tug the first time. âIt was kinda like I fell in love at first sight.â
Jay faked a gag, so you lightly punched him in the shoulder. He may be a bit of an asshole, but heâs one the most caring and kind people youâve ever met. It honestly felt good spilling out your feelings about Jake to him.
Speaking of, Jake was watching you two play around and laugh at Jay's little jokes from outside, and he felt something burning from inside him. Was it that he felt jealous of you and Jay?
No, he canât be...right?
Maybe it was because of how he felt separated from you and Jay because of him being a separate class.
Yeah, maybe it's because of that.
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Dear Jake,
I just had the most bizarre day today, and I felt like telling you about it.
It was chemistry period, and we had to be partnered with someone for a lab project. I ended up getting paired with Yeojin. We kinda created this unexpected friendship, which I love. We would crack jokes at each other, tell funny stories, it was so fun to be with her that we had completely forgotten about our project. So now, we both got a detention slip for making an accidental explosion.
How about you? How was your day? I hope it was just as fun as mine. If you feel like the day just wasn't as happy or you're feeling down, just now that it's okay to feel that way because days like these just lasts for 24 hours. It will be all over before you know it and you'll be greeted by another day. Maybe it will be different, and you would be all happy again just like how my day went. Maybe being with you would be my happiest day yet, and I couldn't wait for that day to come. See you soon :)
Love,
Moon
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"Yeojin!" Jake called, seeing her walk down the opposite way. "Hey, mind if I ask you something?"
"Hey Jake," She greeted him with a smile. "Sure, go ahead."
"Could you perhaps give me any information about your partner in Chemistry?" He had hopes of getting any kind of description about his mysterious sender, but he was instead given a sad frown on Yeojin's face.
"Sorry Jake, but that person told me not to tell you about their information." She gave an apologetic smile. "I wish you all the best in finding them!"
Jake muttered a small "okay," and sighed before walking away, feeling defeated.
Yeojin knew that he was gonna ask about Moon the moment he called her from across the hall. She couldn't wait to tell you about this.
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"Hey Y/N," A voice said from behind. You turned around to see Jake with his backup hung on his shoulder. He brought his hand up and raked his hair, and you felt your face grow red. Jake is like a gift from the gods. How can someone look so ethereal even if they're just standing there? You could stare at him all day. You couldn't even understand a thing he said until he started waving his hands in front of you.
"Hello?" You blinked multiple times as you were brought back out to reality. You saw Jake's face grow into concern. "Are you okay? spaced out."
"O-oh..No, I'm completely fine." You reassured him, feeling embarrassed. "What were you saying again?"
"I was asking you if you wanted to go to school with me early tomorrow."
Well, shit.
Your eyes started to go wide, and your hands started to go clammy.
"Tomorrow?" You repeated, voice trembling.
'Well, yeah." He pouted his lips, and you felt like melting into a small puddle in your place. Your heart started to pound heavily.
Oh my fucking god, he is so adorable.
"Okay, sure I can go with you tomorrow," You weakly smiled at him, slightly tense.
How we're you going to give him the letter now?
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"Good Morning," Jake said as he watches you close the gates of your house. It was past five in the morning, and you were a mess.
"Morning," You replied back before running your fingers through your hair, getting rid of any flyaways.
As you started walking your way to the bus stop, Jake kept on glancing towards you from time to time. He knew you were pretty, but since when did you become really beautiful in his eyes?
The walk was pretty quiet, but it was a comfortable silence. For him, mostly.
Meanwhile, you couldn't stop freaking out. You had written a letter the night before, but you don't know how you were going to slip it into his locker without him taking notice. If he saw you, he would know.
"Are you sure you're okay? You've been like this since yesterday," Jake blurted. You looked at him before heaving a sigh.
"It's nothing," You mouthed, suddenly feeling anxious and gloomy.
"Something on your mind?"
"Something like that." It was hopeless. I guess he would have to miss this letter today. It was the first time you skipped a day, and you're feeling guilty that you would have to see Jake's face sadden that he wouldn't receive it today.
As you two stop at the bus stop, Jake looked slightly panicked as he was rummaging through the pockets of his blazer before looking through his bag. "Hey, do you have an extra pen? I left mine at home and I have a quiz today."
You snickered, "Out of all the days, Sim Jake. The same day you have a quiz is the same day you forget your pen."
"Very funny." He scoffed.
As you unzipped your bag to grab your pencil case, a folded piece of paper fell out without you realizing it. When Jake went to pick it up, he notices that it was folded the same way as the letters in his locker. It looked so identical.
Once you already got your pencil case out, you were about to hand it to him when you saw what he was holding that made your body freeze with your hand holding the case in the air.
"Why were one of my letters inside your bag?" He glanced at you, waiting for you to reply.
If you were freaking out before, this is a whole other thing. The thing that you were fearing the most is happening right before you.
"Maybe it fell into my bag yesterday..." You stammered, making up an excuse to look like it was an accident. You were tightly holding onto your pencil case, chanting many curse words in your head as you watch Jake unfold the letter.
"I don't think I've received this one yet," He said before he opened the letter and read it.
You watch as his expression formed into confusion as he reads through the paper. It only took a few moments before something in him clicked that it was you sending him the letters.
"Y/N," He began, and you started quivering in fear.
You should've known this would happen, but you didn't expect it to happen this sooner. In fact, you believed that this wouldn't happen at all. But it did.
"Let me explain," You eventually gave up and accepted fate and watch as your identity as "Moon" be revealed to your crush. You're now exposed so you didn't have any other choice but to explain everything. "Yes, I am Moon. I was the one writing you the letters that you've been getting in your locker."
Jake's face was unreadable. He looked bewildered and puzzled. He was trying to comprehend what was happening right now. All this time, it was you?
"I started crushing on you when we attended that birthday party before. I didn't want to confess my feelings for you because I was scared that you were going to harshly reject me, so I started writing down letters as a way to tell you how I feel about you without making you feel awkward around me." You continued, eyes suddenly taking an interest in your shoes. They were brand new too.
Jake was silent, and you felt your heart crack into pieces. You were mad at yourself for being so careless about it that he ended up finding out about you as his secret admirer. You wanted nothing else but to run back home, lock yourself in your room and cry with your sad playlist on loop.
You were expecting a harsh rejection coming from him, but what surprised was how he took dangerous steps towards you, minimizing the gap between you two. He placed his hand under your chin, forcing you to look up at him.
"I don't plan on rejecting you Y/N," You stare into his eyes as it reflects the sunlight of the early morning. "I'm actually happy that it was you."
You look at him, puzzled. He lowly chuckles under his breath before leaning over to place his lips against yours. It was a light, quick kiss, but it brought you feeling ecstatic. You've dreamed of this moment before, and now that it happened, you thanked your clumsiness.
As he pulled away, you were sure your face was a red mess.
"Thank you," His smile was as bright as the stars in the sky. It was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. "Thank you for making me like I'm special to someone."
You felt flustered over his words. You were scared that he could hear the sound of your heart pounding loudly. The butterflies in your stomach were going wild, and you felt like this was all a dream.
"So, what am I to you now?" You broke into a smile as he grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers with his.
Jake acted as if he was thinking, "Hm..maybe my best friend still?"
He bursts into a fit of giggles as he sees your smile slowly disappear, replacing it with a look of disbelief. You removed your hand from his and walked at a faster pace away from him.
He ran to match your pace beside you before holding your hand again, "I'm sorry, I won't ever do that again. Is my girl mad at me?"
"Oh my god, it's only five-fifty, Jake." You too broke into laughter over his cheesiness, but your heart fluttered over the thought of Jake calling you his.
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HEREâS A LITTLE BONUS! since I've made you guys wait for 4 months :(
"What the fuck?" Was the first thing You heard from Jay as you and Jake entered the classroom. All of your classmates were staring at your and his hands intertwined together.
Jay stood in front of you two, crossing his arms together. "Can one of you explain when this happened?" he motioned towards your linking hands. You and Jake smiled at each other before walking away, leaving Jay in a fit of joy, and confusion.
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âJust Friendsâ (Fred Weasley x Reader)
Synopsis: AÂ halloween party was what it took for you to finally do what you wanted to do with Fred.
Warnings: make out; underage drinking and extremely flirtation.
Reader: Female
World Count: 2.5k
A/N: I'm sorry for the delay, I had some personal problems to solve, but here I am! this is a oneshot for the special A very Harry Potter Halloween by @masterofthedarkness and @eleven-times-livelyâ. This one is for the 30th with the prompt Halloween Party! Hope you like it :)
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Finally October, the favorite time of year for Y/n. For various reasons, fantasies, sweets, the weather, absolutely everything Y/n loved most was present in October. But probably the thing the girl liked the better was the Weasley twins' Halloween party. And this year promised, it was the twins' last year at school and they promised the best Halloween party this school has ever seen.
Usually Y/n knew everything the twins were preparing, since they were a quartet. The twins, Y/n and Lee. These four names together gave chills to any teacher. But not this time. This year it was just Fred and George who were looking for trouble. The twins didn't let Y/n and Lee participate at all, the surprise was for everyone. And of course, Y/n's anxiety didn't leave the twins alone for a minute.
"Please Fred, tell me at least the color of the glasses!" Y/n insisted on Fred saying at least a little detail about the party. The secret was complete.
"I already said that I don't speak a word to you, Y/n" The redhead replied laughing.
They were in a history of magic class, automatically nobody was paying attention. The twins sat in the last row, Y/n and Lee just ahead.
"What are the drinks going to be, that's no big deal!" Lee asked as curious as Y/n.
"Not a word, Lee," George replied with a sly smile on his face, the same as the one on his brother's face.
"I hate you both" Y/n said irritably and turned forward.
Fred who was behind Y/n leaned forward and rested his head on the girl's shoulder, whispering her ear. Fred's proximity to Y/n's ear made the girl get goosebumps and close her eyes while the redhead spoke. "You don't miss out on waiting, baby"
George and Lee exchanged a look that they knew well what it meant. Y/n and Fred have always had this relationship ... doubtful. Nothing but indirect flirtations happened between the two, there was never anything else. George and Lee always questioned the two of them if something happened in the backstage that they didn't see, and of course, the answer was always the same "We are just friends". Only friends my ass, George thought. The boy knew his brother well to know when he was lying.
Fred then returned to his seat and Y/n kept her eyes closed digesting the sensation she had just had, wishing it had lasted a little longer. She opened her eyes slowly and blinked several times, returning to reality.
"My God, the sexual tension between you two can be cut with a knife," Lee said making the three friends laugh.
"We are just friends, you know that" Y/n replied and noticed that this time Fred's laugh was not genuine. Apparently George noticed it too. But of course it could only be Y/n's head.
The class passed slowly as usual, but amid laughter, scolding from the teacher and notes on the parchment, time finally passed. It was already lunchtime and Y/n couldn't be more thankful for that. Her thoughts could go from Fred to the mountain of mashed potatoes that awaited her.
Weeks passed and the twins had not yet given any information about the party. It wasn't just Lee and Y/n who were looking forward now, all seventh graders as well. The fact that Umbridge was taking care of the school, making so many rules, only made things more exciting. The twins couldn't be loud ... At least not in theory.
Now everyone was in the common room, some doing their homework and others just hanging out. Everything was calm until the most beloved twins in the world came in doing what they do best, drawing attention.
âMy dear student friends" George was saying.
"Me and my dear brother, we finally have the invitations ready!" Fred completed.
"And what does that mean, bro?" George asked doing a theatrical pose.
"That not even the pink toad was able to stop the Weasley Twins!" Fred completed again by opening his arms also in a theatrical way.
âBut itâs worth remembering that the party is only for people from the fifth year upwardsâ Some sad moans were heard from some students from the fourth year downwards âSo my little grasshoppers, you who didnât taste one of our Halloween parties, will have to look for that taste in our store! â George announced and the sad moans automatically turned into happy faces.
âThat's right! We believe that very soon, our store will have a physical point and will be 100% prepared to serve all of you little pests! â Fred said laughing and started handing out the invitations.
The invitations were not common, as nothing the twins did was common, no one was surprised, just curious. They were orange sweets in the shape of mini pumpkins.
âBut is this sweet? How should we know where and when to go with a sweet? â Ron asked as soon as George handed him one of the pumpkins.
"I suggest taking a bite, little brother," Fred said mockingly, handing one to Y/n. "I made this one especially for you" And winked at the girl. Hers was Y/F/C , your favorite color. As soon as the girl saw the candy she smiled at Fred and got a little flushed.
As soon as Ron took a bite of the fearful candy, sparkles that resembled fireworks with a date, time and place emerged from the pumpkin.
"We just suggest that you don't eat it whole, eating the other piece makes you invisible for 15 minutes, so you can go to the party without drawing unnecessary attention" Fred said with a smile on his face, proud of what he had done.
It was amazing how these boys were the life of the party wherever they went. Y/n smile so proudly for the boys. After the euphoria of delivery of the pumpkins, the boys sat on the sofa with only a few students in the room, most of had already gone to sleep. Y/n was in an armchair by the fireplace, reading a book. Fred settled on the floor in front of the girl and rested his head on her knees. George sat next to Lee on the couch.
"Okay, now that we have everything set up, what will your fantasy be?" George asked to his friends.
"I was thinking of going as a werewolf" Lee replied playing with the hem of his shirt.
"What a clichĂŠ, Lee" Hermione who was finishing up her homework said from across the room. She, Harry and Ron were actually finishing up their homework. But everyone knew that the boys were just waiting for Hermione to finish copying hers.
"You're right, he should go as you Hermione, who knows, maybe someone will put limits on this party?" Ron replied laughing, immediately regretting because of Hermione's furious reaction.
"And what are you going to be dressed up for?" Y/n asked lowering the book, she had stopped paying attention long ago.
"Us? Secret too" Fred replied to the girl.
"You guys are getting unbearable with this, you know?" Y/n said looking at the twins.
"Just noticed now?" Lee said sarcastically.
Y/n snorted angrily and pulled her legs up so that Fred could no longer lean on them, causing the boy to turn his head to her laughing.
"You look so beautiful when you're mad" He said and stood up and give her a kiss on the cheek. "I think it's past time for us to go to sleep, we need energy to organize what comes tomorrow, Georgie"
George got up too and agreed with his brother, so the two went up to the dorm wishing everybody a good night.
"I'll see if I can get anything out of them before bed, good night, Y/n" Lee said and went after the twins.
Harry was already drooling at the table, Ron was almost, only Hermione was still focused. Y/n got up and headed for the girls' dorm.
"Good night, Mione" Y/n said.
"When are you two going to assume you have more than a friendship, Y/n?" Hermione asked before she went up. The girl laughed and shook her head.
"We are just friends"
The following days passed with Y/n listening to discussions to see what would be the fantasy of her friends. Lee really was a werewolf, Hermione was from an important witch that nobody really understood who was just that had something to do with defending giants, Ron was going as a auror, Harry as a  quidditch player, and of course the fantasy of Fred and George it was still a secret.
At breakfast on the day of the party, everyone was euphoric. The whispers came not only from the Gryffindor table, but from all of them, even some Slytherins were excited.
And because she kept her head elsewhere, Y/n ended up forgetting to think about her fantasy. Then, taking advantage of having a visit to Hogsmade that day, she asked Hermione for help in choosing a costume. The girls went to each clothing store until they found the perfect costume. That was it, they thought. It perfectly matched Y/n's personality.
The hours passed and now it was only an hour before the twins' Halloween party. The girls in Y/n's room were euphoric. They had pirates, healers, vampires, it looked like a children's book in one room. Y/n was finishing her makeup and would already be ready to leave. The outfit she had chosen was nothing less than court jester. Not a dull court jester, according to Hermione, and here I quote her words, she was a âsexually desirable jesterâ. A colorful short dress, socks to the thighs one of each color, hair tied with colored ribbons and a cute clown makeup. It was perfect.
"You look perfect, Y/n!" Angelina said to the girl with colored ribbons in her hair.
"You too, Angie, wonderful by the way!" Y/n said to her friend that was dressed as a fairy.
The two then descended together, meeting several people in costume in the main hall. And in the sea of mummies and mermaids, Y/n spotted the werewolf she was looking for.
âLee! Lee! â The girl called and Lee turned to see her.
"Y/n ... Bloody hell woman, now I understand what Fred talks about so much" Lee replied looking Y/n up and down.
"What does Fred say?" Y/n asked frankly eyebrows.
"He keeps saying you have phenomenal thighs," Lee replied, staring at her legs.
âHey! Lee! Eyes up here! â Y/n responded making the boy automatically look embarrassed, but then laughing.
"Let's go then?" Lee asked Y/n and she nodded.
The two then ate all the pumpkin and automatically the picture of the fat woman opening, looked like a passage of ghosts, no one was seen, all you could hear were footsteps and some muffled laughter through the corridors.
Finally, after walking a lot trying to make a minimum of noise, they reached the precise room. The door opened and the legion of students entered the place. When Fred and George said it was going to be the best Halloween party this school has ever seen, they weren't kidding.
There were already some students in the room, but the decor was clear. They had colorful and noiseless fireworks shining on the ceiling tirelessly, they seemed bewitched to last all night. The smoke on the ground made it look like a swamp, you could barely see people's feet. The tables set with various sweets with different shapes and a large bowl with punch, certainly alcoholic. The walls decorated with purple and orange ribbons all over the place. Of course, cobwebs, skeletons and pumpkins were placed in every corner. The music was loud, but it was not heard outside, they had also bewitched it. The only strange thing was that Fred and George were not yet in place.
More and more people were arriving and none of the twins. Y/n was having fun with Lee and other friends, but missed the redheaded duo. While some students were kissing in a corner and others were stuffing themselves with food, Y/n was dancing with a glass in her hand, like there's no tomorrow. She moved her hips from side to side without caring if she was drawing too much attention. Tonight was really for that.
The only part of the place that no one had understood was the stairway in the corner of the room that led to a balcony and a small door that nobody could open. After a while, Y/n ignored the stairs, and suddenly after the girl's third glass, the door made sense. It had opened up and the music had turned down the volume. There they were, Fred and George came out of the door in the costume of Kings. Y/n laughed with them and stopped dancing, looking at the boys.
"Feel free, my subjects, the party is yours today!" Fred said raising his hands.
"And remember, if you are not going to party like us, you can leave" George added.
"And let the party really start!" Fred shouted and everyone shouted in agreement.
The twins then descended the stairs, as if they were true kings. Strangely, their fantasy matched the boys perfectly. Y/n after seeing that the boys were already enjoying the party normally, she took another sip of her drink and started dancing again.
The music playing was sensual, and it is clear that the girl, with the courage that the drink gave her, took advantage of the moment. She had wanted to do this for years, and the opportunity never came, but now? Last year, she was going to do what she wanted without fear.
Y/n started to dance to the music, as sensual as the beat of each note. She knew they had several pairs of eyes on her, but only one interested her. Then the girl turned to where Fred was and she couldn't be more pleased to see that he was looking at her like a dog is looking at a piece of meat, with pure desire. She then danced looking directly at him.
Fred couldn't hold on any longer, he dodged the crowd and came very close to Y/n, grabbed her waist tightly and without thinking, he kissed the girl. It was as if everyone in the room had disappeared. They were just there, Y/n and Fred. The girl returned the kiss at the same time her lips met, placing her hands on the boy's neck.
The two separated only because they were forced to breathe. Keeping foreheads glued together. Smiling broadly. And you can hear George and Lee in the background shouting "Finally!" "Just friends, my ass!" And things like that. But Fred and Y/n couldn't care less.
"So.. hm, I think we're not just friends after all, huh?" Fred says laughing still being very close to you.
"I don't think we ever were just friends"
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This is 100% not what you asked for (yet...đ), but I give you part 1 of what we're calling the Weird King AU. I'm turning this into a proper multi-chapter High School fic because I love you and I'd jump on any bandwagon for you.
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Like most young, conventionally attractive Supervillains, Brick had made a bit of a habit of failing upwards. It was pretty easy in a town full of simpering morons content to project their own narrative assumptions onto him, and who was he to crush their dreams when they made his life a little easier?
For example, dating.
âYou can tell me, you know.â His cute date, Tracy, sipped her milkshake across from him.
âTell you what?â
She softened and reached her hand across the table. âYour tragic backstory. Iâll listen without judgment, I promise.â
Brick tried to think of something tragic, but it all seemed pretty underwhelming as far as Supervillain origin stories went. âYou mean like how I was born in a toilet?â
She made an oh shape with her lips. âWe all have those days where we feel like we were born in a toilet, Brick.â
Heâd dated Tracy for three months before she broke up with him out of the blue in tears: sorry she couldnât fix his baggage, she just wasnât strong enough to handle all that tortured darkness, but she wished him nothing but health and happiness. Brick deleted her number from his phone and spent twenty whole minutes staring at the toilet in his bathroom, wondering what the lesson here was.
But everything changed when Mojo got out of prison and moved Brick and his brothers back to Townsville, where he enrolled them in the local high school alongside their former arch nemeses, the Powerpuff Girls.
Suddenly, everything Brick did pre-supposed ill intent. These people remembered him as the pest who had graffitied their local monuments and blown up their cars and endangered their children. They held no love for him, and at best they feared him. This was not Citiesville, where heâd been a tall, cold glass of Voss water in a sea of recycled Dasani.
He found himself thinking about his birthing toilet again as he stepped into the cafeteria alone and the conversation quieted down as his new classmates watched him from the safety of their tables. His next moves here were critical. He was no longer at the top of the food chain, but fear and mystery surrounding his origins and character gave him a certain power over his peers.
âYea, though I walk through the valley of social suicide, I will fear no cringe,â he said to himself.
The jocks were out. Capable though he may be, Brick was not much of a team player unless there was a blood contract involved requiring his participation on pain of satanic torture. The drama kids were also a hard pass, not because he thought drama was lame, but because they had barely noticed him walk in, and Brick did not have the energy to deal with people more self-involved than himself. Some of the unaffiliated tables could be safe, but without a good understanding of the nuanced social dynamics in the high school, he could be heading toward irreversible doom, and that was a risk he was not willing to take.
He saw his salvation just ahead. It was the only option, all else being equal. In an environment where he couldnât be certain of his baseline status and potential for upward mobility, there was greatness to be had only by association and certainty only in the devil he knew.
Brick helped himself to the empty seat directly across from Blossom Utonium to a chorus of gasps and staring.
Blossom did not startle like her table mates had. She watched him critically behind a head full of bangs as she balanced her soup spoon in her hand. âReally.â
Brick unwrapped the burrito heâd purchased in the lunch line and brandished it before him. âReally.â
He took a bite of the burrito. It was not hot enough. The two girls to Blossomâs left whispered to each other about that bad boy and heâs hot, though.
Blossom daintily spooned soup into her mouth without spilling a single drop as she continued to watch Brick for signs of his imminent dark side transformation.
The guy next to Brick was brave enough to ask him what his next class was. Brick had a mouth full of disappointing burrito, so he passed the guy the printout of his class schedule in lieu of answering.
âWow, all APs, huh? Hey, weâre in U.S. History together next period, nice. Iâm Mike Believe, by the way. Brick Jojo, right?â
Brick didnât answer him immediately on account of the burrito currently occupying his mouth hole, and Mike took it the wrong way.
âOh, yeah, we all know who you are. Blossom sort of filled us in.â He winced like heâd inadvertently revealed a terrible secret.
Brick swallowed his food and washed it down with a gulp of water. âSaves me some time.â
Mike looked super relieved. âFor sure! Hey, I could lend you my notes if you want to catch up. Gershwinâs giving a quiz on the Progressive Era on Friday, and sheâs a hard-ass who definitely wonât care that you just transferredâŚâ
Brick chewed on his lunch as Mike continued to talk at him about classes and other vaguely helpful, albeit uninteresting, information. But Mike seemed normal enough, a little chatty but not in an overeager sort of way. Blossom was no longer clocking his every move and seemed to be absorbed in her friendâs latest swim team cheating scandal, until Brick reached for his water bottle and she suddenly laser-focused on his wandering hand.
Her keen attention to him was honestly flattering, if expected. It was in his nature to be noticed, and in this narrow respect she was no different from anyone else whose head he turned. If she chose to feed her interest with the flames of suspicion, then it was no difference to him.
But if she was anything like himâand on a chemical level she was probably the closest to him that a person could getâhe suspected it took tremendous effort to hold her full and sustained attention. The world they inhabited was as vapid and mundane as the humans that surrounded them, and even the most gracious of gods grew bored of worship. Which explained all the smiting and fucking and generational curses upon entire households in everything from Greek mythology to the Old Testament.
Brick was pretty deep into a fantasy of Blossom going full Ixion and the Wheel on the swim team when Mike tapped his shoulder. âYou ready to go?â
It took him a moment to realize the bell had rung and he had a class to get toâAP U.S. History with Mike, apparently. Brick gathered his tray and his bag and followed Mike. When he looked back at the table, Blossom was already gone.
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That whole first week was painfully boring. No one bullied him, or pranked him, or picked a fight with him, of course. But no one really approached him, either. His brothers were more determined to make an effort. Boomer announced he was trying out for the soccer team because there was no rule saying a Super with extremely well documented ties to active criminals and the forces of Hell couldnât kick a ball around a field. Butch had gotten himself invited to a midnight screening of Snakes on a Plane in some rich kidâs home movie theater, but only after that same kid had accidentally spilled milk on Butch and burst into tears in front of a cafeteria full of Juniors and Seniors. Brick declined the invitation Butch extended to him. He had that AP U.S. History exam to study for on Friday, anyway.
He shared all of his classes with Blossom. Even in the classes where her assigned seat was behind his and he couldnât see her, he could feel her lobotomizing stare at the back of his head whenever she glanced up from her notebook. And while Mikeâs notes were perfectly adequate and the friendly gesture counted for more than the content (a gesture Brick would not soon forget), there was a far more efficient way to accomplish his goal of murdering the class averages while also taking the edge off his loner doldrums.
âCan I borrow your class notes?â
Blossom rose from her seat and pulled her hair tie out to re-do her extremely long ponytail. She held the elastic between her teeth as she worked. Her teeth were very straight, he noticed. Some pretty nice girl-teeth, generally speaking.
âWhich class?â
âAll of them.â
He watched her wind the elastic around her hair with quick, adroit fingers. âThatâs a lot of notes.â
âYouâre the top of every class. No point in asking anyone else.â
She moved toward the hall. He followed her out. âWhy would I help you?â
A legitimate question delivered without venom. Unlike her sister Buttercup, whoâd ârun intoâ Brick after school on Monday and told him to watch his back, Blossom didnât have to do anything but maintain a general proximity to make her superiority complex known. Which was the kind of flex he could fuck with.
âIsnât helping people sort of your mandate?â
They had arrived at her locker, which she opened with enough force to rattle the hinges. âI help the helpless. Are you helpless, Brick?â
Brick smiled at her baiting. Had she ever actually said his name at a normal volume before? It sounded good even in her baseline bitch timbre. âCritically helpless. Iâm the new student who transferred in the middle of the semester, and youâre the only person who knows me.â
A couple other students clearly trying to get to the lockers Brick was blocking hovered just out of reach. They whispered to each other, but neither of them actually worked up the courage to ask Brick to move. He ignored them.
Blossom rummaged in her locker for the binder she would need for the next class. âMake friends.â
âWorking on it.â
The locker door slammed and she faced him. There was something confrontational in the way she held herself before him that kicked him in the nuts back in time thirteen years to their more uncouth days when all he wanted to do was destroy her so heâd be the only one. Now they were older and wiser and he actually did need her notes to study, so destroying her was not high on his list of priorities.
âYou want to be my friend.â
âWe have so much in common.â
âSo do lions and hyenas.â
âBoth are apex predators, so.â
She took a step closer and peered up at him. Brick did not move, although he wondered what was so interesting about his face. She probably just thought he was hot. She was probably as bored as he was. She probablyâ
âYou have lettuce in your teeth.â
Brick pulled back and covered his mouth on instinct. God fucking damnit.
Blossom was already walking away from him by the time heâd picked the food from his teeth. âIâll expect my notes back in mint condition before first period tomorrow morning.â
Brick pressed a fist against the lockers and quietly fumed. âDumbassâŚâ
âUm, sorry, but do you mindâŚ?â
The student whoâd been waiting for her locker space to clear up had her palms up as if to assuage a feral stray. Brick pushed off the lockers, but his fist left a dent where heâd unleashed some of his impotent self-pity. He looked back at the girl, and she shook her head.
âItâs fine! It, uh, it happens sometimes.â She pointed a couple lockers down to Blossomâs, which was dinged up worse than the others.
Brick stared at Blossomâs locker, and then back at the girl. Her narrow, dark eyes were wide, but not out of fear. She was waiting for something, and like an idiot it took him a moment to catch up. âYouâre trying to make me feel better about fucking up your locker.â
She laughed nervously. âI mean, itâs really fine! You just looked so miserable for a second there, and I just thoughtâŚâ
Great, he was moping so hard he had an audience.
The five minute warning bell rang, and a flood of students rushed past them on their way to fourth period. Brick stepped aside so the girl could get to her locker.
âHey, youâre the new guy, right?â
The new guy, yeah. How quaint. Except, she was waiting for a response, which wasnât the absolute worst thing that had happened to him all week.
âBrick,â he said. But of course, she already knew that, and she was just being nice.
âIâm Kim. Kim Chan.â
âOkay.â He didnât have anything else to say to her, so he decided to get his shit and get to his next class.
âWelcome back to Townsville, Brick.â
Brick shoved his hands in his pockets and stalked off. It didnât occur to him until later that Kim was the first and only person who had properly welcomed him back home.
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owning a bakery and being discovered by the ada & port mafia (part 1)
platonic! edogawa ranpo x f! reader
type of writing: head canons !!
this is part of my head canon series, flour & fluff !!
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series synopsis: owning a bakery at 20 is tough; even more so when you have to handle members of two opposing organizations! this is your journey to meeting these fools and creating an unlikely bond with each of them! but only at the cost of your peace and sanity.Â
fandom: bungou stray dogs
content: fluff & platonic stuff
authorâs notes: this will be a multiple part series of head canons and this is only part one! this series will include both the agency and port mafia members, and then something special for the end. maybe iâll even write a real one shot/scenario for it. if thereâs enough interest, i might open up a tag list for this! i hope you all enjoy!! <33
also, ranpo is 25 in this part; kenji, atushi, kyouka, and the tanizaki siblings arenât part of the agency yet, only yosano, kunikida, and dazai are, but in the next couple parts, it will be established that the tanizakis are
and (n/n) means nickname :)
meeting the greatest detective
your bakery, Sakuraâs, which you named after your late grandmother (who was also your guardian), went into business when you were 18 right after graduating high school
who needed a culinary course when you were trained by dear ol grandma?
your grandmother died when you were 16, just as you started your second year of high school
you were devastated of course, but you knew she wouldnât want you to wallow over it too long
so in those last two hard years of high school, you took part time jobs at other bakeries and saved lots and lots of money
by graduation, using your life savings, the money your grandmother had left for you, and all the money you earned working, you were able to buy the small buildingâwith a reasonable amount of money left over to surviveâ you and your grandmother had been eyeing back in her hometown, yokohama, to start your bakery
the building was a bit run down, but you were planning to give it a makeover anyways
it was a bit smaller compared to other buildings around, only having two stories, but on the plus side, the second floor had taller ceilings and was an apartment
is that realistic? probably not but bare with me hereÂ
aNYWHO
you finished putting your bakery up in about 4 months, then finished up your apartment 2 more after
you opened Sakuraâs at 7 in the morning then closed at 8 in the evening
when you first started, you did quite well!!
especially with those who went to work on early mornings and families
the time when you first opened was the most peaceful, but you admitted that it was a bit boring, and you wished for a bit more excitement
and boy, the day edogawa ranpo stepped into your bakery was the catalyst for the chaos and excitement that was soon to come
not that you knew that
if you did you wouldâve never let him in
maybe
you were 19 when ranpo discovered Sakuraâs, and it was completely accidental
he finished solving a case and was on the way back to the agency, and heânot surprisinglyâgot lost and then it started to rain really hard
it was pouring; there was even the cliche thunder strike and everything
you saw the brown clad man across the street and you ran out with two umbrellas (almost getting hit by a car mind you) handed one to him and practically dragged him inside
with the heavy rain on the forecast, Sakuraâs was empty, so you gently pushed him down on a chair and you rushed away to find towels
even though the two of you had umbrellas, the two of you were still soakedÂ
finding said towels, you quickly dried yourself the best you could then you draped your towel over your back and rushed over to give him his as well as a warm pastry and your special hot honey lemon tea
ranpo laughed as you placed down the refreshment and snack, thinking that you knew who he was and was giving him special treatment
poor bby blinked and went :0 when you said you didnât
âyou donât know who i am?â
âno. am i supposed to?â
â...â
the 25 year old blanked and you worried that you broke him and started to apologize profuselyÂ
he cut you off claiming that he got over it he didnt but seeing as the bakery was empty and it was pouring pretty badly, he demanded you give him all your attention sit with him so he could tell you all about himself and what heâs done
the two of you got along quite well
you were amazed with all the stories heâs told youÂ
you honestly acted like a cute little kid listening to fairytales
he told you that and in response you threw a napkin at him
âwow ranpo-san! thatâs amazing!!â
âyou look like a little kidâ
cue the napkin
he was happy with all the attention, praise, and sweets you gave him
the agency gave him praise sure, and made sure he had a lot of snacks but it was refreshing to have someone give him this much and your treats were the best heâs ever had
after he told you all his most interesting cases, the two of you just rambled about the most randomest things; going from the best desserts and snacks to the stupidest things his coworkers have done
you guys were on that last topic for a while
you two talked and rambled for hours, and when it hit hour two and the rain was still pouring, you just went ahead and slipped the âweâre openâ sign to âclosedâ even though it was only 2 oâclock
you thought that this was probably the loving goofy older brother relationship that you missed out on
âranpo-san, youâre kind of like the brother iâve never hadâ
âand youâre still like that little kidâ
cue another napkin to the face
donât worry, he already adores you <3Â
he just likes to make fun of you </3
*cuts you off as youâre talking to squish your cheeks*Â â(y/n) you still have a lot of baby fat and youâre pretty short...are you sure youâre still not in high school or smth??â
*incoherent talking due to pressure on cheeks*Â âranpo-san you have 3 seconds before i kick you outâ
at around 6, the rain came to a stop and by then, the both of you were all dried up
before he left, you gave him a map so that he hopefully wouldnât get lost again and gave him a couple boxes of treats for him to have and to share with his coworkers
you closed early so you had to give away at least some of the remaining treats somehow
he wanted you to go to agency with him so he didnât have to carry everything but you declined saying that you didnât want to bc you wanted to rest
and for payback for calling you a little kid
you were 19 goddamnit
you already placed everything neatly into two bags so it was easy to carry but this bitch still had the audacity to pout and whine at you
and he calls you the little kid, jeez
you never told him but, you almost gave in
you never told him. but he probably already knows
ranpo san knows all after all; even you knew that by now
the two of you had also exchanged phone numbers and when the two of you showed each other what you each put for a contact name along with the note below, the two of you broke out into grins
you named him âthe greatest detective <33âł & put the note ânew nii-san <33 & bully </3âł and he named you âcute bakery girlâ with the note âbest follower, sweets supply & annoying little kidâ
when he left, you properly closed the bakery and taped a sign to the door saying that you closed early for personal reasons
when everything was cleaned up, you marched up into your bedroom, plopped on your bed, and took a nap
you deserved it
at the agency not too long after that, ranpo had arrived and when he opened the door, everyone rushed towards him in concern asking if he was okay
he waved them off and walked towards his desk and plopped down in his seat
he placed the two bags in front of him and took out a box of cream puffs and started to snack on them
his coworkers watched him blankly as his scarfed down one after another
after finishing that box, he rummaged through the bags to look through the different kinds of pastries youâve given himÂ
noticing that there were people still staring at him he paused before sighing in exasperation
he began to whine at his coworkers saying that no one told him it was gonna rain and that they were lucky that he happened to be in front of Sakuraâs
âwhy did no one tell me?! it was pouring and i was soaked! you guys are lucky that (n/n)-chanâs bakery was right there! you wouldâve probably lost me! how would the agency even function without me here?!â
no one wanted to be the one to tell him that they had no idea who he was talking about and that they did in fact tell him that it was gonna pour
they can save that, and their questions for another time
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A COURT OF LIGHT AND SHADOWS
Chapter 2: Reason
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If it were up to Azriel, right now he would rather be juggling burning knives.
Blindfolded.
And in a dark room.
They were in the huge alcove of the High Lord of the Night Court, as Rhysand removed shirts and jackets from his dressing room that he claimed were appropriate for Cassian's attire at his ceremony.
Although Azriel, sitting in one of the chairs that were nearby, watching the scene with his chin on his hands, he was rethinking why he thought this would be a good idea.
After the 'incident' with Elain and Rhys, he had made up his mind that he would never think of Elain that way again.
Of course, that was rather difficult when she was always where the Spymaster passed.
Was he going to the kitchen? Elain would be there with Nuala and Cerridwen.
Was he going to the living room? Elain would be there with Feyre and Nyx.
Possibly one day he would find her in his bed, wearing lingerie, as a gift just for hia enjoyment, tearing off the tiny pieces of undergarments and-
"Azriel?" The sound of his name brought him out of his trance. "Have you been paying attention to something I've said in the last 20 minutes?"Â
He knew that his shadows, moving slowly over his neck, covered any variation of his arousal but, just in case, he watched Rhysand's reaction, knowing if he knew the reason for his daydreaming, he would be enraged.
However, Rhys's face revealed absolutely nothing, only joy for his brother and bewilderment on the part of the Shadowsinger.
Usually Azriel was the one who had to warn his brothers to pay attention to him, not the other way around.
He shook his head to Cassian's question, to which he sighed, visibly tired and irritated: "I was wondering if navy would look better than black, but I have no idea what Nesta would like." He muttered. Apparently having a mating ceremony wasn't all the color of roses. "I'll stick with the black one, IÂ don't think the suit will last long after we go to that cabin." He announced as he and Rhys gave each other knowing glances, grinning mischievously.
That was another arrow to his badly wounded heart.
He was happy for his brothers, of course he was. There was no other male who deserved a mate as much as Rhys and Cassian, but ...
What about him?
Azriel stopped intervening in the conversation at that moment. He usually did not want to participate in those conversations, but it seemed that that day he was the worst of all.
"The worst day will be the mating ceremony, Shadowsinger. You must prepare for that day if you do not want to fall from grace" Recommended their shadows.
It was true. There would be no worse day than the ceremony.
With Rhys's ceremony it had been the same. As soon as the ceremony was over, he had to go to a Sex club to get rid of the arousal and despair that he felt throughout his body.
It was not fair. Was the Cauldron so macabre?
Had he done so much harm to the world that they deprived him of the experience of having a mate?
He swallowed silently, keeping his face mask neutral, no emotion leaving his face.
He thanked whoever had given him that ability, it was fucking useful at times like these.
Three hours later, Cassian ended up deciding what costume to wear, the black one, and the conversation between the commander and the High Lord died as well.
Cassian left, muttering that he had forgotten something in the House of Wind, although it was possibly an excuse.
The atmosphere in the room had quickly become charged, before the challenging stares of those two.
Although Azriel supposed that he should stay away from the House as well, since he did not need his shadows to tell him that it had served him with a double purpose, he was probably going to fuck Nesta until they both could not hold on foot.
Azriel started to get up, but was prevented by a force in his chest from Rhysand.
"Maybe he had found out about my scent change, after all." He guessed, preparing his best poker face for the onslaught the High Lord was going to bring him.
They stared at each other, studying possible reactions, waiting for who was the first to speak. Things had gotten tense on their part since Solstice.
Azriel knew, as did Rhysand, that no matter how much he wanted to possess Elain's body, he would never betray Rhysand. Punch him, maybe. But he will never betray his High Lord.
"I notice you are somewhat distracted, Azriel."Â The High Lord commented, sitting down on a chair and intertwining his fingers, dropping them into his lap. "I hope there were no overnight escapades on either side." Rhysand knew perfectly well what he was talking about.
Like Azriel.
"None. I did what you asked." He secured, leaning back, with the advantage that the High Lord didn't know that in reality, his thoughts were a hell of 'wills and cannot'.
Rhysand nodded slightly, rising from his chair, to which Azriel copied the movement.
Azriel knew he shouldn't be fooling around when Rhysand was in that mode, but he couldn't help but feel like a hypocrite.
"You took Feyre away from Tamlin when she still thought she loved him. Elain doesn't love Lucien, yet you separate her from me." Azriel thought. He knew those thoughts didn't make any sense, but right now he was the only thing he could think about.
His shadows were scattered around the room, ready to attack if something happened to his master, while some were on his shoulders, caressing the area in tension.
"I want to keep it that way." Rhysand emphasized, walking ahead of him, silently asking him to follow. He did it. "Things are going bad, Azriel, I don't need any more trouble than is inevitable."
"What problems?" This one answered. "According to my spies, Koschei hasn't shown any signs of life, so I don't see what a problem there could be."
"That Koschei is not showing signs of life does not mean that he is not operating in secret." He suggested, walking into the nursery, with Nyx in the crib, sleeping peacefully.
The High Lord's face changed dramatically.
It was no longer the face of the most powerful High Lord in history. It was the face of a father watching a son, with awe and love in it.
"I can't bear that my son has to spend his early years with that bastard of Koschei in the middle."
"We will protect it." Azriel confirmed, also looking at the small bundle wrapped in sheets. "I will protect him with my own life, if necessary."
Rhysand looked into his eyes, and in a pleading voice, he said:
"Do you understand then? Why I ask you to separate from Elain?" As much as he hated doing that, he nodded. "I cannot allow jealousy and desires to be put through the protection of the court. Things are bad enough to make them worse."
As much as it was hard to keep his gaze neutral, he continued to nod, but anger crept through his mind, clouding his reason.
"And how much trouble would Elain and I have?"
Rhysand was silent for a moment. Azriel guessed
he was steadying himself so as not to punch him in front of his son's bed. Instead of doing so, he asked:
"I don't want you to avoid the question. You are not going to avoid the question." The High Lord manifested. "What the hell happened with Mor, Az?
That theme again.
"Why whenever we talk about Elain, do you end up talking about Mor?" The Spymaster snarled, the shadows preparing to attack, noting the tension in the environment.
"I do it because you have completely forgotten Mor, Azriel. You have been in love with her for over 500 years." He remembered. "I can't believe you traded Mor for Elain in so little time."
"And why do you fucking care?" He growled again, backing away from the room for fear of waking the boy.
"Mor is my cousin, Azriel, and I think I deserve an explanation. Have you given up? And now I suppose Elain will be the consolation prize, right?
It took Azriel more of the self-control he possessed not to slam his fist into the High Lord's nose. If he hadn't been his superior, Rhysand would be bleeding badly right now.
"Elain will never be a consolation prize." He barked, leaving the house and spreading his wings to fly up, but was interrupted by Rhys's hand on his arm, an anchor holding him to the ground.
"Give me a reason."Â He started to say. "Tell me one fucking reason why Elain deserves to be your mate, and not Lucien's."
"Are you comparing me to⌠to that one?" He murmured in a voice icy and deadly, the voice that sent chills to the poor people who had to listen to it. Rhysand didn't even flinch.
"You are both different and equal at the same time." He evaded, then returning to the initial question. "Give me a logical reason, and I will allow Elain to stay with you."
Baring his teeth at him, Azriel leapt, taking flight and away from those feelings, roaring with rage when he realized that he had not a single reason to be worthy of Elain.
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Paint It White // Liu Yangyang
Day three of my Kinktober // NCT 2020 Project
DAY 3: Yangyang + mirror sex â âYouâd better be quiet or everyoneâs going to know what a naughty little slut you are.â
Word count: 1.7k || Genre: smut
Warnings: femdom, mirror sex, semi public sex, edging, brat taming, punishment, begging, restraints, hair pulling, finger sucking, cum eating
This work is completely fictional. Feedback is welcome. Hate will be blocked. Thank you!
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Note to self, thank Taemin.
If Yangyang was honest, he would realize how this was all his fault. He wouldn't have tried to play with your thigh and get you hot and bothered while you were eating lunch with the WayV boys. He wouldn't have sent you those dirty texts, trying to get a rise from you while you were watching a movie in the dorm with everyone. He would've listened to you when you told him to stop trying to grind into you while you were in the crowded SM elevator. And he definitely wouldn't have grabbed your ass when he thought he saw a staff member looking at you.
He knew that you were getting irritated at his actions, but that's what he was counting on. He was looking for you to finally break, so when you snapped and dragged him into the empty practice room, locking the door behind you and looking at him with fire in your eyes, he couldn't stop the thrill that coursed straight through him.
It was all Yangyang's fault, and he loved it.
He thought he had everything figured out, but he wasn't expecting you to do this. You had managed to take a quick look at the schedule posted outside the practice rooms before choosing this one, specifically for the fact that Taemin had been the last one to use it. You went straight for the ties he'd been using for his Criminal promotions as soon as the door was locked, and you felt the way arousal coursed through you as you saw the wide eyed look he gave you.
And that's how Yangyang ended up here, clothes long gone and forced onto his knees with his hands tied behind his back. He's set up right in front of the mirror as you play with him, embarrassment shooting through him as you force him to watch himself.
He can't control his moans, desperate to be able to reach out and pull your bra and panties off so that he can see you better, and so that he wasn't the only one fully exposed like this. But he can't. All he can do is moan and shake and become all consumed by the way you're stroking him.
It's so much and not enough at the same time, the way you jerk him off fast just to slow down the instant he starts to get close. It's maddening, and he can't help but buck into your touch, hoping that maybe he can prevent you from depriving him of yet another high.
You notice the way that he can't seem to catch his breath, gulping on air as he silently prays that you'll have mercy on him.
You won't.
"Ready to give in yet?" You ask, not slowing down your movements as you build him up to another high he won't get to release.
He shakes his head rapidly, and his wise crack is cut off by a moan as you give him a couple extra hard pumps for that. When he finally composes himself enough to speak, his voice comes out ragged and broken.
"Go to hell."
You lean close, pulling on his bound wrists so he falls back into your chest a bit. You move your grip down to allow him to grab your hand between his fingers, and he holds onto it for dear life. It's a tender moment between your otherwise devastating actions, and it makes him feel safe, despite being vulnerable to you in the most intimate way possible.
When you speak, it's directly into his ear, ghosting along the shell and making his entire body shiver with the sweet tone of your voice saying something so sinful.
"Baby, you're already in hell."
He groans at your words, and at the way you just keep touching him. He's getting so close, and if would only keep going, maybe he can get there.
"You know," you tell him, starting to slow down as you notice the signs of his high. "This practice room is free the rest of the day, and the door's locked. I could do this forever."
You slow your hand almost completely, giving him hard and deliberate strokes to emphasize your point. He groans, frustration boiling over as he slumps forward. His head rests on the mirror, with his sweaty and too long hair hanging in his eyes. He can't get enough air, gasping and fogging up the mirror with his lust filled exhales. The sight is extremely erotic, and you can't stop the rush of arousal that courses through you.
It makes you want to wreck him even more.
You move your hand away from his wrists, bringing it up to tangle into his hair. You give his hair a tug, pulling his head up to stare right in his own eyes as he gasps from the pain. He cries out as he sees his frame in the reflection, with his disheveled hair and sweaty body and wild eyes and his dick that's so, so hard. His mouth hangs open, letting out loud, broken moans as your hand increases its pace again, building him up to yet another high he won't experience. His sounds echo off the walls of the dance studio, and you lean in so your chin rests on his shoulder.
âYouâd better be quiet, Yangyang. Or everyoneâs going to know what a naughty, little slut you are.â
He bites his lip hard as he whimpers, trying desperately to muffle his moans as your words send a shiver through him. But he's not able to hold his sounds back for long as he starts to get overwhelmed again.
"Shit, shit, shit," he sobs as he feels the pleasure start to overtake him again. You plant soft kisses onto the back of his shoulder as he shakes under you.
"Is there something you wanna say?" You ask, smirking against his skin as you feel him nod hard above you.
"Yes, yes, yes. Please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
You grin widens, and you give him a little nip on his back that makes his entire body jump. But when you start to slow your hand again, he panics.
"What? Why? I said sorry. Why? Please?"
"What are you sorry for, baby?"
He groans, beyond frustrated as you slow your movements to allow him enough clarity of mind to answer your question. He tries to drop his head and tear his eyes away from his own reflection, but your grip on his hair stops him, only serving to intensify his arousal with the way it causes his scalp to sting.
"Well?" You ask him.
"Uh," he starts. "I'm sorry for being a brat, and I'm sorry for not listening, and I'm sorry for taking $10 from you without asking first, but just please."
He's babbling at this point, and you're not even sure if he's aware of all the words coming out of his mouth. You chuckle, satisfied with his answer as you move to place a kiss on his temple.
"There you go, baby. That wasn't so hard."
You increase the speed of your pumps again, and he lets out a hiss that turns into a high pitched whimper as the pleasure starts to overtake him for what feels like the umpteenth time. You see the way his eyes look around frantically, not sure whether he should look at the way your hand is pumping him or the way you're looking at him with pure lust burning in your eyes or watch the way he's falling apart. The sight just makes everything so much more intense, and he can't fathom how has hasn't exploded yet, and decides that it's solely because you just know his body too, too well. His breathing picks up as moans fall involuntarily from his lips, echoing through the empty walls of the dance studio.
"You can let go now," you tell him, moving your hand from his hair to firmly grip his jaw and loving the way his eyes all but roll into the back of his head at your words. "Go ahead and paint the mirror white with your cum."
He orgasms with a shout, shaking and trembling through his orgasm as the hot white spurts of his release shoot onto the glass and your hand. It feels like it goes on forever for him, wave after wave of earth shattering pleasure after being kept on edge and denied for so long. He collapses into your body when he's finally done, resting his body weight on you as he kisses your neck. You bring your hand down to his tied ones again, allowing him to hold your clean hand in his as he comes back down to Earth.
"You okay?" You ask him, and your heart melts when he flashes you that thousand watt smile of his.
"More than okay," he replies. He's sleepy, but you can hear the tinge of satisfaction in his voice.
You reach forward, swiping your already dirty hand through the mess he made on the mirror. He starts to say something that you're sure is probably smug and will get him into trouble again, but you don't give him the chance, sticking your stained fingers into his pretty mouth.
He's a bit taken aback at the action, but obeys immediately, sucking around your fingers and humming contently to himself.
"By the way, I knew it was you that took that $10. I cannot believe you framed Hendery for it."
He laughs around your fingers, and you laugh too, placing a small kiss onto his nose as you do. When you take your fingers out of his mouth, you wrap your arms around him, gently guiding him to lay down with his arms still bound behind him. He sits up on his elbows, watching you curiously as you reach around to unclip your bra and pull your underwear off your body. You straddle his, but not before collecting more of his release onto your fingers for him to suck off. He groans around your fingers, and looks up at you with lust filled, obedient eyes.
"Now, we have this room for a couple more hours. So now it's your turn to make me feel good."
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For your imprint au is Izukuâs eye affected. It seems like he would be blind or at least visually impaired in the eye where the handprint scar is.
Oh yeah, he totally is. He might not be blind in that eye, but he would not be allowed to drive without glasses and shouldnât sit in the last row of the classroom. But just like with his taste-buds, he never really thought about it.
The scar-side-eye is definitely short-sighted and he can get headaches from the difference to his good eye (which he started complaining more about as he attended classes like a regular student). With his high pain tolerance and frequent injuries that heal faster than the norm, he just never thought it important to mention. He instinctively âshieldsâ that side of his face anyway and tends to turn his body accordingly.
And itâs not Aizawa who finds out about it, but Tenya! When he was assigned to watch over and keep Izuku in check, he dragged him to classes and made him take notes, learn, study, that sort of stuff. That obviously gave Izuku more headaches as he tried focusing on the board on a regular basis (which also fueled his hate for classes in general).
Itâs only when they already moved into the dorms and Izuku participates in the room-king-thingy that his eye-sight gets more attention. Obviously, Iida has like a truck load of glasses and everyone asks if they could try them on. Mina is asking if they suit her, Kirishima almost breaks one and Yuga puts some sparkles on the one he wears, voguing through the room. It takes a while but Iida gets his glasses back â all unharmed - and as they leave, he notices Izuku squinting hard at him:
Iida clicks the door shut behind him, maybe a bit too relieved to move on - and comes face to face with a thoughtfully squinting Midoriya. Right into his eyes.
âAre you okay?â
âI donât know if I should ask or not.â
Midoriya tilts his head and squints some more. His way of asking for permission, as Tenya recognizes after months of catching him up on schoolwork and wrestling him into classes. Tenya takes a breath and walks after the others who have already stumbled into Kaminaris room with fanfare. Midoriya wasnât actively trying to ask unnerving questions or say inappropriate things as Tenya has to remind himself every time he is faced with the âsquint-of-questioningâ - as Uraraka had dubbed it.
But he still feels himself mentally brace for what could be an unpleasant question as he says:
âThen I encourage you to ask and I will do my best to answer.â
Midoriya, trotting beside him, loosens up his squint and nods as Mina shoves everyone back outside, urging Koda one room over. Tenya just gets a quick glimpse of Kaminaris room as he closes the door properly since everybody is stumbling over each other to be the first.
âWhy do your glasses have one blurry side?â, Midoriya pipes up and fidgets in place. âSeems impractical.â
Tenya looks up - or rather down - at Midoriya and frowns.
âIndeed, that would be impractical but I'm not sure what you mean?â
âWell, when I put your glasses on, one side was very blurry and one was clear. Arenât glasses supposed to help you see better?â
They stop following the others, as Tenya watches Midoriyas confused frown and expectant stare. Suddenly, he canât stop himself from glancing at his scar, remembering the times he has watched the other boy squinting at things or rubbing his eyes after a long school day and frowns right back.
âWhich side was blurry?â, he asks and Midoriya points to his right eye. The eye without a scar.
âSuper-duper blurry. I can ask Powerloader to fix the one that's broken for you if you want.â
Baffled, Tenya just nods as a thought or rather a suspicion dawns on him. Tenya quickly decides to take his glasses off and holds them out.
âUhm, Midoriya, would you mind trying these on for me?â
Midoriya hesitates like he always does when someone offers him something to take, double checks with a quick nod that Tenya had really asked that of him and then puts the glasses on. He blinks and lets out a huff.
âUh... whatâs wrong with your eyesight?â
Tenya squints at Midoriyas blurred form, trying to sharpen his features.
âCould you close your right eye for me?â, he asks instead of answering the question and Midoriya â used to Tenyas teaching-voice â just huffs again and moves his head as if he was looking around, hopefully doing hat Tenya asked of him.
âCan you see better now?â
âOh, sure, yeah, I mean still a tiny bit blurry but so much better than on my right- Oh... huh... well, okay.â
Midoriya, sounding a bit confused, abruptly offers Tenya his glasses back. He quickly puts them back on and the sharp visual of Midoriya closing one eye and glaring down the hall meets him. Then he alternates between his eyes, blinking hard and even putting one finger up to blink at, while Tenya studies the scar on Midoriyas face, feeling a bit... unbalanced. Of course, such a large scar, crossing over the eye would affect someone's vision. He fiddles with his glasses.
âIâm not a doctor but I think that you might have some impaired vision in your left eye, Midoriya. I am very nearsighted myself and my glasses are prescribed so of course they wouldnât suit your needs but that might explain why one side feels blurrier or sharper than the other.â
Midoriya â after just a couple of seconds blinking an alternating between his eyes - shrugs and wanders after the rest of the class.
âYeah, probably. At least your glasses aren't broken so thatâs good. Sorry, I just kinda forgot. â
âYou... forgot?â
Tenya quickly follows his classmate and frowns at his casual tone and easy-going attitude. It could be a put-up front for something more serious, but Midoriya just grins up at him. Before pointing to his scar and poking his eyelid closed so the scar tissue almost looks connected.
âYeah, I mean, the big-ass scar? I just- I donât know, I forgot that it messed up more than just my face, I guess. Donât really notice the difference anymore, you know?â
Tenya doesnât know. Every picture of him under six years old looked like he was angry at the world until his mother had taken him to the doctor. Then he remembers that Midoriyas family-situation is much more complicated than his own. And that Midoriya tended to ignore his own health because it seemed ânot importantâ or would âheal in a minute anywayâ.
âHave you told Aizawa Sensei?â
âWhy? Itâs not like he can change anything about it.â
He most certainly could. But before Tenya can tell him that, Midoriya skips ahead and peers into Kirishimas room, where they can hear his classmates chattering excitedly. Then  Midoriyas big eyes grow even bigger and Tenya feels his Midoriya-Instinct kick in. Just a second too late as the green-haired menace dashes into the room and Kirishima shouts in surprise. Then a heavy thud and laughter.
Tenya just sighs and fiddles with his glasses. Maybe this isnât a big problem. But a problem nonetheless. He can already feel Aizawa-Senseis tired sigh rolling down his back and despite his reputation as the stickler for rules, he is also quite tired of only having bad news for his teacher. So he lets out a tired sigh and decides to put his new discovery of Midoriya Related Incidents on his long list. Just as Mina staggers out of Kirishimas room, carrying Hagakure on her back.
âTo the next one!â
âGuys, my room is really not-â, Shoji starts but then Midoriya pops up under his left arm, staring up at him with the biggest eyes full of a mixture of mirth and glee. And their giant classmates protest deflates like a soufflĂŠ. Tenya follows the cheering and watches as they stumble into the next room.
Midoriya had lived with his eyes like this for years, what was one more evening in the grand sheme of things. Aizawa Senseis sigh can wait one more night for the news.
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