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the-whispers-of-death · 6 months

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Home Again

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Most gods would be happy that they were back in the paradise realm after previously being banished and stripped of their divinity, but Fallen God!Ghost aches for you.

His nights are spent dreaming about you, the mortal who showed him what love was. He dreamt of sleeping beside you, kissing you, even cooking with you. He dreamt of your beautiful hair, your breathtaking eyes, your jaw-dropping smile. His dreams were filled with memories of your laughter, your smooth and lyrical voice.

Paradise realm is a paradise, sure, but nothing could compare to you. Your beauty outshines the paradise realm's, your presence calms Ghost in a way the paradise realm can never. The air was always lighter when he was around you, the colors of the world always brighter. You are his light, his world, and everything is dull without you.

He spends week after week searching for how to get back to the mortal realm and back to you. His power is potent, he can just teleport himself down to the mortal realm to see you but that doesn't seem like a satisfying answer to him.

Ghost would eventually have to leave you and go back to the paradise realm, forced to be able to only visit you from time to time. He didn't want that, he can't bear the thought of leaving you. Of sleeping in his own bed, alone.

He also couldn't make you a concubine of his, bring you to the paradise realm. It didn't feel right for him to ask you to leave everything you knew behind just so you could spend hours alone in his temple while he worked. You deserve better than that.

So what else was there to do?

It takes Ghost a few days to realize what he must do. What he has to do in order to see you again.

He is standing in God!Price's temple, all of the deities summoned there for the monthly update of what the pantheon has been doing since they last convened. He can barely hear what the others are saying, it being meaningless as his mind finally reaches an answer to his burning question.

"I'm stripping myself of my godhood and powers, permanently," Ghost says, interrupting the conversation.

The entire temple is silenced at once, everyone turning their heads to stare at Ghost in disbelief.

A god deliberately turning himself mortal? That was unheard of. It was absurd to even those deities who loved the mortals so much.

Price frowns, clearly thinking Ghost has gone mad. "Now, Ghost, let's think about this," he says, his words slow and carefully curated. "You can't just abandon your godly duties, you're the God of Warfare. If there's one thing that the mortals do the most, it's engaging in war."

Ghost scoffs. "My duties can easily be done by our Goddess of War," he replies, gesturing with his hand towards said goddess. "I no longer want to be a god."

His words ignite a flurry of murmurs between the other deities, all of them shocked beyond disbelief. They don't understand why he wouldn't want to be a god, especially after centuries of hearing him look down on mortals.

"Is this because of the mortal you met during your banishment, {Name}?" Price asks, peeved now. "I hadn't thrown you down to them for you to fall in love with them, Ghost."

"No, you did it so I could learn the importance of mortals and I have," Ghost cuts in, his power flaring up as his anger spikes. This isn't up for debate. "I'm doing this no matter what any of you say, I was doing a courteous thing by giving you all a heads-up."

Price shifts in the seat of his throne, itching to get up and slap some sense into Ghost. "Enough of this, Ghost. You don't even know if they will take you if you're not a god. Perhaps that was the only reason they fell in love with you in the first place."

Ghost snarls in rage at the accusation and assassination of your character. "Even if that's the case, which I doubt it is, it is my choice. I'd rather spend the rest of my mortal life heartbroken if they turn me away than spend eternity aching for them," he says defiantly.

Immense power fills the temple, all of it Ghost's as he pools it all in his veins. Stripping himself of his godhood and powers is excruciating, the pain almost enough to stop him, but he keeps pressing on with the action.

It was worth it, for you.

"Someone stop him!" Price bellows at the other deities, but it's too late.

Just as God!Soap reaches for Ghost to try and stop him, Ghost's godhood and powers are stripped from him, his last act of being a god is to send his mortal form where it needs to be: at your doorstep.

His second fall seems euphoric, a laugh bubbling up in his chest as he falls through the clouds and lands on your front porch just like he had done months ago.

He looks to the side just as you open your front door, a smile gracing his lips at the sight of you. The weight on his chest is lifted, everything falling into place once more.

"Ghost?" You ask, surprised. You had thought you would never see him again. "Did... Did you get your godhood taken away again?"

Ghost stands with your help, his skin thrumming at the sensation of your hands on him again. "I took it away myself," he murmurs, breathless as he stares in your beautiful eyes.

Your face twists into confusion, which makes sense since he had been itching to be a god again the first time he fell. "Why?"

"For you, love. I couldn't bear to live eternity without you," Ghost says, secretly nervous that you won't take him now that he's not a god. "I love you, {Name}."

"I love you too," you reply, making him relax. You step closer, happy that this isn't a dream. "I don't care that you're not a god anymore, I only ever wanted you."

"You will always have me, for as long as you will have me."

Ghost steps closer as well, reaching up to gently cradle your face between his hands. He can't wait for you to lean in as well, though you do so as he gently presses his lips against yours.

The kiss can only be described as heavenly, all of the noises of city life fading away until there was only the sound of you two kissing. It's so gentle and slow, Ghost savoring what it's like to kiss you. He pours every ounce of love into the kiss, needing you to be filled with his love.

It feels like you are kissing for hours before you both pull away for air. Your soft pants fill the air between you two, you smiling at him.

"Come on," you say, gently grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers together. "Let's go inside and have dinner together."

Ghost nods and follows you inside the house that truly feels like home now. He lets you lead him into the kitchen, not even complaining about having to cook with you.

He had been a fallen god when he had first met you but now, he was neither fallen nor a god. He was just Ghost. A man you loved.

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1-helluva-hazbin · 4 months

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˖⋆✶Kissing Him Our Colors✶⋆˖

Lucilith x Female!Concubine!Reader (Lilith x Reader x Lucifer)

Content warning: Heavy teasing, groping, marking (kiss marks/hickies), sexual themes, sexual innuendos, no smut, polyamory, minors do not interact (MDNI), fast proofread

Summary: In your relationship with Lilith, marking one another with crimson or black kiss marks had been your signature sign of affection since the beginning. What will change when Lucifer poses a hypothetical question with an obvious implicit meaning?

Author Notes: Thank you @damsel-loves-machines for the inspiration to write this one shot! I'm definitely going to be writing a follow up concubine one shot off your more recent post but, it's going to be a little while before I get to that (too many projects!). Enjoy this in the mean time!

Word Count: 5083

To be the king or queen’s lover was an achievement sought after by the masses; both sinners and hellborns. A quick claim to fame. At some point in their long lives they had both begun taking new partners to their beds. Most held the title for extended periods of time as Lilith and Lucifer were both particular with their partners and once they found someone they enjoyed, they tended to hang on for a while. Not that there wasn’t the occasional individual rumored to have warmed one of their beds.

In the centuries since the royal’s opened their relationship though, there were whispers of 3 individuals, all of them hellborn, who had held an official title of concubine. For the title, you had to win both the king and queen over and tend to the both of them; separately and together. The title was coveted despite neither Lucifer nor Lilith ever having confirmed such individuals existing.

When you had first heard of the royals taking lovers, and the whispered concubines, it had been a fantasy you entertained in your free time. You had always been confident of your body and sexual prowess -you were certain lust had been your downfall sin- but, you were never delusional enough to consider angling for the position. Considering the rate of sinner lovers was so drastically low it was basically unrealistic. You also knew fanangling yourself into their lives would come off as desperate and that just wasn’t a look you were willing to wear. No, you were happy fantasizing about the power couple and seeing them occasionally at rallies or events.

It had been entirely coincidental you had met the king and queen one night when they came into the restaurant you served at and were seated in your section. Even more of a miracle that you not only had the audacity to question the queen’s choice of wine but, that you had enough charisma to smooth over your transgression. Promising she would much prefer your recommendation based on the snip-its of her preferences you had gleaned from her indecisive rambling at the king. Trying not to break out in a sweat as Lucifer violently glared you down from his seat, hints of horns poking from his forehead when you had challenged the royal.

You can still vividly recall her eyes rolling back into her head after having sipped the wine you gambled your life on. The lusty sound of her satisfied sigh that rolled from her lips after having left the most beautiful black lip marks on the ring of the glass.

“My dear…” her voice low and sultry as her eyes opened to give you a half lidded look, “you have exquisite tastes.”

“Thank you, my queen.” You offer a small smile and bow, making sure you didn’t break out in a full grin or groan out in relief. You couldn’t stop yourself from adding, intentionally or not, flirting. “I’m here to ensure my guests have the most pleasurable experience possible.”

Her lips had curled in an almost cat-like grin. “I’ll keep that in mind.” The silky purr having tickled your ears as she swirled the glass of wine slowly in her hand. Her expression evolved from indifferent to amused while Lucifer sneered at the exchange.

The next time you had seen Lilith, she had come back to the restaurant for lunch a week later on her own and had requested your company as she ate. It had taken her almost 3 hours to eat the small bites of food between the almost unnaturally easy flowing conversation.

The marking had all started that day.

As she had been getting ready to leave, you had gently taken her hand in yours and bowed, bringing her hand to your lips leaving a bright red kiss mark on her knuckles. As you straightened, you had smiled at her and told her, “A promise that I’ll answer should you ever decide to call on me again, my queen.”

Every encounter after that contained one of you, or both, leaving a kiss mark on the other; Lilith in her signature black lipstick and yours had become the crimson red you had dawned that day. The playful, prominent display you both unabashedly wore. A kiss on the cheek before going out together. Sliding down a sleeve to leave a hidden mark prior to an event. A kiss to the side of the knee. There soon weren’t any areas off limits.

Some of the times making promises that you both would ensure were fulfilled. Never a promise neither of you couldn’t.

All the while, Lucifer had been slowly growing use to your presence. He had kept his distance in the beginning due to his known dislike of sinners but, the longer you stuck around the more he seemed to relax. When you once couldn’t enter a room without him slipping out, you now could hold a small conversation with him about some of the events going on that day, before he would excuse himself. He used to turn his nose up at your attempt to make him breakfast and now he would periodically make requests. The three of you had even started having dinner one or twice a week with Lilith’s encouragement.

You had also noticed that when he was around the two of you, he would watch the both of you and seemed to have taken a particular interest in the marking. You hadn’t caught on to it at first, being so smitten with Lilith your focus had been entirely on her. The first time you recall seeing it though, it had been so fleeting it almost hadn’t even pinged on your radar.

“Say ah my queen~.” a gentle instruction as you had held up a strawberry to Lilith’s lips. She had giggled and parted her lush, ink black lips and took her bite of the strawberry. A bit of the succulent fruit’s juice slipped past her lips racing towards her chin.

You hadn’t even thought twice about grabbing her chin to turn her head. Leaning in to slowly lap up the nectar before planting a firm, red mark in its place. Your voice low as you growled out, “Delicious.”

She gave you a half lidded look, lightly biting her smirking lip. She reached over to your free hand and placed it on her knee before slowly sliding it upwards. “I have something else for your that’s delicious.”

It was at that point you caught Lucifer out of the corner of your eye observing your flirting. His lithe body, propped up against the door frame with his hands in his white sweatpant pockets. You hadn’t been able to catch his expression though, from what you could tell of his posture, he had been at ease watching the situation. As you turned, he was already walking towards the two of you. “Good morning ladies.”

“Morning my love.” Lilith responded, reaching for Lucifer with the hand that wasn’t on yours, to kiss him. Her lipstick transferring to his pearl white lips along with a small portion of your red. She grinned seeing not only her mark but yours as well.

“Good morning my king.” You grinned and shook your head at her antics, though refrained from telling him. You loved the look of the black and red against his porcelain skin and you thought at the time, that would be as close as you would ever get to painting him in your signature color.

Neither you nor Lilith knew that after Lucifer had retired to prepare for the day, he had intentionally sequestered himself to his office upon seeing the mark, so he could unabashedly wear it the whole day. Conflicted in his excitement to have both marks on him. It had only been around dinner time that he had removed the lipstick before he joined the two of you for a meal.

Several times after that, when you had marked her -or visa versa- you caught him watching. You had tried playfully teasing him initially about wanting to watch, or join, the two of you and that had beautifully blown up in your face. He had become seemingly agitated, or perhaps flustered, and immediately left. Lilith had soothed you as best she could but, you had convinced yourself you had taken it too far knowing his disgust of sinners and newly developed tolerance for you.

The breakthrough with Lucifer had come suddenly during one of the events you had been invited to attend with them since it was being held in Pride Ring. It was a bigger event where Lilith and Lucifer would speak together in front of the citizens.

You had just assisted Lilith with a little stress relief before she went on stage. You hadn’t cleaned yourself up considering how close you two had cut it. As soon as she gotten off, you both had bolted to the stage where she immediately walked out as her name was called.

You stood there with your lipstick smeared across your face, the backdrop for a single black kiss etched across your lips, your skin glistening with her juices. Entirely too worked up, and entirely indifferent, to care if people saw you like this momentarily. In the darkened wing, most just hurried around you focused on their work as you watched her command the stage effortlessly. Your eyes hungrily locked on to the smooth sway of her hips wanting to part her legs again. Crowd be damned.

“You uh…should probably go see the makeup artists to fix your makeup. If they were able to fix up Lilith’s makeup, after seeing what you look like, they should be able to take care of yours without much issue.” you heard from beside you.

You tilted your head to see Lucifer standing next to you, his eyes focused on Lilith despite his comment being aimed at you. You smiled and put a hand over your lips as you replied, humbled enough to make it a little less obvious, “Thank you for letting me know sir. While I don’t doubt the makeup team’s ability… they didn’t have to do much touch up with Lilith’s make up.”

His brows furrowed and he turned his eyes onto you. You couldn’t stop your quiet giggling at his befuddled expression. You had always found it amusing how when you were trying to be subtle about your sexual endeavors with Lilith it would go over his head. You stepped closer to him, your arm brushing against his, before leaning down, “I made out with her other lips sir.”

His eyes popped open and lips pressed into a thin line as he whipped his attention back towards Lilith. In the dim light, you could swear you saw the rosey tone of his cheeks spread back towards his ear. You didn’t want to assume though, especially after your multitude of botched attempts to flirt or tease him, so you bit your cheek and slipped away from him to give him back his space.

Lilith’s voice echoed around the both of you as you watched her. Filling the silence that would have lingered between the two of you so you could comfortably exist together. At least, until Lucifer cleared his throat. You turned to the king as he asked, “If you were to leave a mark on me right now, where would you do it?”

Stunned, you blatantly stared. Processing. You must've heard that wrong. He couldn’t have just asked what you thought you heard.

“What?”

A brow perked, his eyes locked onto you as his face remained stone still, repeating himself. “Where would you mark me?”

You swallowed hard, closing your ajar mouth only realizing now it had fallen open. Your voice, and mind, failing you as he waited. Skin crawling to reach out to answer him with action in the absence of your other voice. You slowly reached up, succumbing to the desire to show him, before you hesitated.

“May I?” A softly croaked out question.

He looked to your hand leaning away slightly, as if unsure, before meeting your eyes, courage rejuvenated enough to bob out a nod. You released a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding and your hand continued it’s path. Slowly, your middle finger skimmed along the collar of his jacket, slightly pulling downwards to see the untouched succulent flesh of his neck. Your eyes honing in on where his neck met his shoulder. The thought of marking him there appealing though, with him going out on stage it could be spotted very easily.

You prowled behind him, his bent collar revealing the back of his neck. An excellent choice as well. You could imagine licking up the back of his neck to his hairline, nipping lightly before placing your firm red impression. Yet, given your current relationship with him it didn’t seem right. You did lean in though, unable to resist, to lightly blow on the back of his neck, sending goosebumps rippling across his skin.

As you rounded his other side, your attention caught on his ear. Your hand released his collar to lightly caress it’s way up his neck with your knuckles. Gently pushing his hair back away from his ear. Your finger sliding it’s way up the lobe towards the middle ear to lightly pull it forward, exposing a small patch of skin.

Subtle. Sensual. Intimate without going too far.

You lean in, your lips inches away from his face as your eyes raked over the flesh. “Right there.” you uttered, barely audible over Lilith’s voice, the acting of stroking behind his ear emphasizing your choice while making him shiver.

It was his turn to swallow.

He started to open his mouth when his name was called by Lilith. His eyes shooting over to her and then back to you as you pulled away from him. “Good luck my king.” You grinned at him, stepping away. He cleared his throat, briskly fixing his collar and hair before joining her out on stage. His rebound seemingly effortless.

Momentarily you marveled at their ability to flawlessly recoup as Lucifer joined hands with Lilith and carried on with the show. Neither of them letting on that they had been out of sorts before walking into the limelight.

As more guests joined you off stage in the wing, you slipped away to fix your make up. The smeared red having lightly stained your skin and despite your best attempts to remove it, the staining was steadfast. Acquiescing, you mask it with a new layer of foundation and contouring before returning to your place off stage.

The crowd roared when the royals made their exit.

You awaiting them as they approached. “You two are a marvel at getting the crowd going.” you whisper, turning to walk next to Lilith placing her in the middle as the three of you made your way towards dressing rooms.

“Well we’ve been doing it long enough.” Lilith chimed, “The real challenge is always navigating and garnering the support of the goetia at the after party.”

Lucifer let out a disgusted groan and rolled his eyes. “Some of them are so…”

“Pompous?” Lilith offered, her tone pairing well with his tone despite her own schooled smile.

“WHY do we agree to the dinner party?” Lucifer grumbled.

You smiled as Lilith giggled. “To ensure they’re doing what they need to be doing, my love, and to be available for if they require our assistance or insight.” He tsked as you all approached Lilith’s dressing room and Lilith stopped. “I’ve just got to grab something from my dressing room real quick. Lu, can you run ahead and have the car readied?”

“Of course.” he said, throwing a grin over his shoulder as he sauntered off.

You stopped at the door, watching Lilith walk over and grab her clutch. She popped it open, grabbing her lipstick to freshen it up quickly in the mirror all the while her eyes were on you. You smirked, her own grin growing in response.

“You’ll never guess what Lucifer asked me before joining you on stage.”

Her application faltered briefly before she finished and turned towards you with both brows raised. She made her way back to you, at which point you offered her an arm. She happily slid her hand along your forearm purring out, “Well, don’t keep me waiting.”

“He asked if I were to mark him, where would I do it.” You placed your hand atop hers as her smile dropped into a stunned gape. “I know. I’m certain I had the same look on my face.”

She snapped her mouth shut and the two of you headed towards the exit. You peeked over at her, giving a lopsided smile seeing her contemplating the news. She huffed out, as if she had made a weighted decision and looked at you. “Are you interested in having the both of us?”

The fantasies you use to craft when being a lover or concubine was a far fetched dream flitted through your mind inducing a blush. You laughed out nervously and she leaned into your arm emitting a soft ‘hm?’ as if Lucifer being attractive hadn’t been something the two of you had talked about. You glanced at her half lidded eyes and knowing smile.

“I am.” you utter as you both turn a corner to Lucifer waiting at the end of the hallway.

She leaned close, lips brushing against your ear. “Follow my lead dear.”

You shivered, biting your lip hard. Excitement and nervousness twisting your stomach.

“Thank you for getting the car ready Luc.” Lilith called, pulling away from you to a respectable distance. He eyed the two of you as the chauffeur opened the car door. “Go ahead Luc.”

He stared a moment longer before he relented and climbed in. His obedience evoking a smirk from his wife. She withdrew her hand from your arm and steered you towards the car. “Go ahead.”

You hesitated. Lilith had always sat between you and Lucifer anytime the three of you had ridden together. It had never been you in the middle. She had implored you to follow her lead though and so you did. As you climbed in, you noticed that she had started around the back of the car towards the other side.

It wasn’t going to be you in the middle.

You bit back a smile as you settled into your window seat, the chauffeur closing the door behind you just as the other door opened to Lucifer’s surprise. “Slide over love.” she cooed, waiting until he had started to shuffle before she slid in. Pinning Lucifer between you and her.

“Oh! Well, this is different!” he laughed out nervously. His knees pinched together and hands tightly gripping his cane that he had propped between them.

It made Lilith laugh out softly as the door closed behind her. “I was feeling a window seat after being stuck in the middle for so long.”

“Is that so?” he gave a tight smile.

“It is.” she angled her body towards him. “I think we all should take turns being in the middle from now on.”

You smiled, biting your cheek. Picking up where she was going with this. So you too angled your body towards Lucifer who was too focused on Lilith to notice. “Aaaaannnnd…why would we do that?”

“Well…” Lilith’s eyes flickered to you and then back. “if we are all going to be marking one another why wouldn’t we?”

Lucifer’s eyes widened and he laughed out looking back at you, “That was just an innocent question Lili.”

“Was it?” Your question pushing Lilith’s agenda as you recalled his reactions; him holding his breath, the shivers, his hard swallow, and his questionable blushing. Further proving the point though, you reached out and lightly flicked the edge of his collar eliciting a hard swallow from him.

Lilith perked a brow at the reaction, giving Lucifer a lopsided smirk. She reached out and turned his attention back on her with a single finger to his jawline. “Lucifer…” she leaned in and brushed her nose along his cheek back to his ear. “I’ve seen the way you look at her.”

“I have no idea-” he started.

“We both have your majesty.” A quick interjection from you. Gaining confidence as you push past his collar to run your fingers down his neck and then slide them into his hair. Your pinky running over the spot behind his ear.

His face began to flush. He tried to look back at you as Lilith held his face in place. “What’s holding you back my love?” Lilith posed, the hand holding his face sliding down his neck to his jacket to undo the fasteners. “Is it purely the fact she’s a sinner?”

Lucifer’s eyes shot back to Lilith as your hand stilled while lodged in his hair. “That’s not….I mean…”

“She’s been a good sinner to me, to us, hasn’t she?”

He sighed out. “She has.”

“Passed all of your ridiculous background checks and little investigations?”

Your brows furrowed and you shot a confused look at Lilith that begged the question ‘What now?’ She remained focused though, her free hand sliding across the back of the seat and to your hand wrapped up in his hair, beckoning it to move with a light push as he replied. “Yes…”

“You find her attractive?” Lilith pressed onward, the hand on his chest having freed all the clasps, pushing open his jacket to begin working at his vest.

You would most certainly be bringing up the background checks later but, you let it slide for the moment. Your hand beginning to rake through his hair again before combing it downwards, abandoning Lilith’s hand, to lightly pull his jacket off of his shoulder. You leaned in, lightly blowing on his neck making him yelp out, “YES!” He coughed, shutting his eyes and attempting to recover, “I uh do.”

“Then, can I mark you?” the words came out almost involuntarily, though you knew Lilith approved as her eyelids lowered. Lucifer sucked in a sharp breath. Your hand on his shoulder reached up to turn his head to you making his eyes fly open. His face fully flushed now and eyes saucers.

Lilith leaned in to kiss Lucifer’s neck making him jump slightly, his attention stolen. Nothing a quick tapping to his chin didn’t correct, begging an answer with the quirk of your brow and pout of your lips.

“I…” a quiet stutter as she shivered at the feeling of Lilith pulling his vest aside before she stopped. The three of you still awaiting Lucifer’s approval. “Y-Yes.”

“So stubborn.” Lilith crooned into his neck, beginning to tug at his tucked in shirt.

An elated shiver quaked through you as you turned Lucifer’s head towards Lilith enough for you to access his ear. Leaning in, your hands brushed backed his hair and lightly pulled his ear forward enough so you could finally plant your first mark. Firmly pressing your lips to his skin, ensuring it would leave a solid imprint before pulling back to revel in your crimson work. “I’ve waiting so long to do that.” you whispered out.

“Oh why stop there?” Lilith growled as she leaned forward to paint his stomach with her own inky strokes.

Lucifer choked and gasped out, “Hold on!” Lilith’s only response was to grab one of his hands and pin it to the back of the seat. He shot a pleading look to you, as you took his other hand, lacing your fingers with his before pressing it to the seat as well.

“Pentagram is our word if you genuinely want this to stop my king.”

Lilith looked up to the both of you, her movement dragging his gaze away from you down to her. He nodded, gulping as his head lulled back to land on the seat. “Okay.”

Lilith’s tongue snaked out of her mouth and slipped below the waistband of his pants evoking a moan. “Such a good boy.” you utter into his ear before you begin your own descent. His hand squeezing yours at the praise.

Your hand pulled his shirt up higher, undressing more of his torso. A pristine white canvas that you fully intended to marr, the thought alone making your chest tighten. Leaning in, your nose brushed against his chest gliding over his nipple. You slipped farther down and right where his sternum ended you landed a kiss before dragging your lips in a sweeping motion following the anatomy.

Lilith pulled back from her work, his stomach already covered in marks; both solid and smeared. Seeing your paint stroke she smirked before leaning in to mimic it on the other side as you leaned in to leave a solid kiss on his belly button. Moving downwards, you started littering his skin with light smudges. Fragments of impressions. The only other full lip mark you decided to leave was on the hip closest to you. A single finger slipped under his band to pull it down enough you could fully capture his hipbone with your kiss.

Lucifer had slowly brought his head forward to watch the two of you. Desperately willing himself still despite desperately wanting to writhe. His breathing had sped up though and he had groaned out a few times; such as when Lilith had matched the rib mark you left or when your finger teased his pants downward to access his hip. He couldn’t stop from grinding his hips upwards towards the end, right before you and Lilith slowly pulled yourselves away to examine your handiwork; his eyes glazed over, face flushed, labored breathing, with a plethora of lip marks strewn across his abdomen tapering off on his chest.

It made you want to hike your dress up to ride him into oblivion. Obviously the sentiment was shared with Lilith who moaned out, “God you make me so wet.” A breathy moan of agreement sounded from you as you bit your lip, knowing it was turning the same color as your lipstick from the pressure.

“Such a shame we have the dinner.”

Both Lucifer and you snapped your attention to Lilith who smugly started to fix Lucifer’s outfit. Oh. What a tease. You knew he wouldn’t be able to focus. You wouldn’t be able to focus either but, few would take an interest in your presence. You apologetically looked at Lucifer who was sitting there gaping. “M-My love! I can’t go to the dinner like…like this!” he looked down at himself, alluding to the tented pants but, Lilith feigned ignorance.

“Oh my love, these marks will be well hidden beneath your clothes. It won’t be a problem.” She soothed, his shirt messily tucked in now. She released his hand to straighten it out and then started reclasping his vest. “We just cannot skip any more events than we already have this month.”

He groaned looking to you for assistance, receiving only a shrug. The idea of subtly teasing him further at the party making your core ache. “I don’t make the schedule my king. I promise on all my markings though, I’ll make your patience now worth it later tonight.”

Lucifer narrowed his eyes at you before he freed his hand from yours quickly wrapping his arm around your waist to yank you closer. With his other hand, he pulled down your sleeve before sinking his teeth into the flesh of your shoulder. You gasped, eyes fluttered closed as he began to roughly suck. The hand that had bared your shoulder sliding down to capture your clothed breast in a tight squeeze.

You heard Lilith hum before feeling a hand on your knee, slowly caressing it’s way upwards beneath your skirt. Her fingers ever so lightly skimming across your panties, ever so slightly applying pressure to the perfect spot, only to depart down your other leg making you whimper. “All in good time my loves.”

Lucifer pulled back with a loud pop to examine his claim on you. Smirking at it he leaned back down to lick it before trailing his tongue up your neck to your ear. “I’ll be damned if you get any sleep tonight.”

You shuttered. Your breathing quivering as you almost inaudibly whispered out, “I’m here for your use.” An approving growl sounded and the hand on your hip gave a tantalizing squeeze with his claws.

He then turned his head to Lilith, his hands quickly grappling her. Draping her across the both of you; her ass in his lap and her back on yours. “Don’t think I forgot about you my darling wife.” he seethed, hiking up her dress.

“I’d be disappointed if you did.”

She sat up, one elbow propping herself up on the seat between your legs. The other hand reached up to grab the back of your head and pull you in for a sloppy kiss; tongue slipping into your mouth. All the while Lucifer propped one of her legs up and leaned down to sink his teeth into the flesh of her inner thigh. Repeating the process he enacted on your shoulder. The sensation making Lilith moan into your mouth.

She only pulled away when Lucifer released her leg with another loud pop. The both of you panting, neither of you wearing the other’s lipstick having spent it all on Lucifer. “Such a shame…” Lilith pouted, her hand sliding around your head to brush her thumb over your lips.

You laughed out softly, “Good thing I painted your lips earlier.”

“You rake.” She playfully swatted your chin before sitting up further with your assistance. Still in Lucifer’s lap, she started fixing his jacket.

“You sure we can’t just…go home?” you ask, leaning in to kiss the back of her neck as Lucifer wrapped an arm around her waist and yours just as the car pulled to a stop.

“The show must go on.” she purred, smirking at the both of you before sliding off of Lucifer’s lap to let herself out of the car, seamlessly fixing her dress in the same motion. You and Lucifer both making your own noises of displeasure as the car door behind you opened marking the beginning of what would feel like a never ending soiree.

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mj-iza-writer · 2 months

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Pet whumpee who got snatched from the streets so they’re not conditioned yet and its their first time being a pet

Whumper trying to condition pet whumpee

Fist mitts so whumpee will stop using their hands, Removing all of whumpee’s clothes and making them bare naked to get them used to being a pet, a muzzle with a bit gag to prevent whumpee from talking, chaining their hands and thighs together so they’re almost always crawling and even if they DO stand up the boots on them are slippery and whumper can just use 1 finger to make whumpee slip. Choke chain that makes whumpee choke when they stray too far or whumper pulls on it, Also whumper occasionally putting a blindfold on whumpee so they’re reliant on whumper to guide them.

❤️ :)

Thankyou for the request. It took some work knowing in what direction I wanted to go... so I went with a comfort whump. I enjoyed writing, and I hope you enjoy the story.

Warning: Intimate Whumper, Pet Whumpee. Bathroom usage.

Whumpee didn't know why they had decided to go out so late in the evening. Now they were in the trunk of someone's car feeling every bump and turn the driver made.

They struggled against the ropes tied tightly around their wrist.

"This can't be happening", Whumpee mumbled against the cloth gag in their mouth, "you could be at home right now, but no."

It felt like hours before the car had stopped.

Whumpee counted the footsteps until the trunk was opened.

"Come on", their apparent captor pulled them out and guided them to the ground.

Whumpee struggled a bit more before huffing nervously.

"Oh don't sound so indignant", their captor came around to their face, causing dirt to cloud into Whumpee's face, "this will be nice and easy as long as you behave."

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut from the dirt.

"You should be grateful. Not everyone gets lucky enough for this opportunity", their captor knelt down and pulled their head up by the chin, "my name is Whumper, but you can call me Master."

Whumpee winced as their head was moved around so Whumper could view them closer.

"Yes, you will do nicely", Whumper smirked, then removed the cloth gag.

"Fo-for what?", choked out.

"You'll see", they chuckled.

Whumpee was picked up and carried into a house.

They seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. The house was unimpressive at most.

Whumpee whimpered as they were taken down some stairs. A long chain was the only thing they could see in the way of furnishings, then they noticed a cabinet.

Everything was cement, and the chain looked like it was also cemented into the floor.

"Okay, let's see", Whumper knelt and laid Whumpee on the floor, "this will be your room, especially while you are being trained. Once I am satisfied with your behavior, you'll earn the right to go upstairs. You can also earn rewards down here as well. I would love to spoil you, my pet."

"Pet?", Whumpee made a concerned face.

"Yes, my dear", Whumper smirked.

"Bu-but I'm no..."

"Shh, shh. No need to worry about the details", Whumper held their finger on Whumpee's lips.

Whumper then glanced at the chain.

"Tell me. What is your favorite color?", Whumper stood and stepped toward the cabinet.

"Uhm, uh green", Whumpee whispered hoarsely.

"Oh, very good choice", Whumper pulled a green collar out of the cabinet and walked toward Whumpee smiling, "this will look very nice on you."

"No, no please", Whumpee attempted to roll away.

"Now, now", Whumper wrestled with them as they tried to get the collar around their neck.

"You better stop", Whumper slapped Whumpee's face, "do as you're told or else you get punished. Be a good pet."

Whumpee sniffled as tears rolled down their face.

"Now that we have that straightened out. I'm afraid I don't even know your name yet", Whumper frowned as they locked the collar in place on the chain.

"My uhm, my name", Whumpee looked at them through tears.

"Yes dear", Whumper softly thumbed away the tear tracks.

"Whumpee", they looked up, "please let me leave. I beg of you. I won't tell anyone. I promise."

"That's always the promise, isn't it?", Whumper sighed, "no matter, like I said earlier. You have been selected, and I took a long time choosing you and studying you. I've been watching you for months. You're mine now."

"Months?", Whumpee watched them get up.

"Oh yes, and by the way, your last date you went on.... you could have done so much better", Whumper frowned, "it seems I need to run upstairs to grab a few things. Pardon me."

Whumper came back with a plastic bag, "I apologize, but I'll be changing out the collar for this one", they held up a chain choke collar. You can still wear the green one, of course, as it looks so nice, but during training this will be our little friend."

Whumper knelt down and slid the collar over Whumpee's head and adjusted the chain.

They gave it a small tug, causing Whumpee to gag.

"Perfect. Now, puppies don't have hands... or feet", Whumper smirked.

Whumpee looked at their hands, "what?"

"No worries, I won't cut them off, at least not yet", Whumper pulled out some black duct tape, "you will have to learn to crawl though."

The sound of the tape being pulled was sickening.

Whumper forced Whumpee's hand into a fist and started to wrap the tape around them. Then they moved down to their feet.

"This will probably make your feet pretty slick on the floor. You're not to be standing anyways, but if you did, you will fall flat on your butt or your face", Whumper tossed the empty roll away, "so I don't suggest standing."

"Go ahead and get some rest. We begin training tomorrow", Whumper started for the stairs, "I hope you have a good night."

The next morning, Whumpee woke up sore from the cement. They heard the door open, then the jingling of chains.

Whumpee stood and tried to move to the farthest part of the room, at least to the limit the chain allowed.

"Now we can't have you standing", Whumper frowned as they saw Whumpee on their feet, "you're going to fall... see."

Whumpee was actively already falling over when Whumper got close to them and tapped a finger against their ribs.

Whumpee yelped as they crumbled to the floor.

"Ow", Whumpee looked up.

"I did warn you that tape was quite slippery, and I did warn you not to stand up", Whumper knelt beside them, and showed a pair of scissors.

Whumpee tried to crawl away, but Whumper grabbed the chain and pulled them closer.

Whumpee whimpered as they were forced to come closer. It was that or choke.

"I'm not going to hurt you", Whumper held up the scissors, "but I do suggest you hold still. Accidents do happen."

Whumper started to cut away Whumpee's clothes.

"Why... What are you doing?", Whumpee panicked and slapped at Whumper.

"Hey, now we don't do that", Whumper grabbed at their hands and pointed the scissors into Whumpee's neck, "apologize before I draw blood."

Whumpee sniffled, "I-I'm sorry", Whumpee tried to back away, "I-I panicked, why are you cutting my clothes?"

"Puppies don't need clothes. I won't do anything, but it's better you learn this now", Whumper grinned, "trust me, I have no interest in you other than you being my pup."

Whumpee whimpered as they were stripped more.

"Please no more", Whumpee watched as they threw the shredded clothes to the side.

"I have a few more things to do though", Whumper pouted, "you're just going to need to deal with this."

Whumper pulled out some more shackles.

"What are those for?", Whumpee frowned.

"Keeps you crawling, and it will teach you the proper position to crawl in", Whumper frowned when they heard liquid, "what is that... oh?"

They glanced and saw a stream coming out of Whumpee.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't know.... I didn't know where to go", Whumpee cried as they peed.

Whumper looked around and realized they had definitely failed to leave out a place to go to the bathroom.

Whumper sighed, "it's alright. I can't believe you held it that long."

Whumpee started to cry as the puddle grew larger.

"It's alright. Very pet like of you anyways, so that's not a problem", Whumper started to remove the chain and guide Whumpee to the steps, "you probably feel a lot better."

Whumpee sniffled as they nodded.

"Yes, see, that's okay", Whumper cooed, "and probably removing all of the clothes made it a little chillier."

Whumpee whimpered and nodded.

"It's okay, I failed to leave out a spot for you, so that's my bad. Let's get this and you cleaned up", Whumper smiled, "I guess we can do some training upstairs while this dries."

Whumper ran up the stairs and came back with a watering can.

Whumpee watched as they poured the water over the cement and guided it to a drain. Next, Whumper went to the cabinet and pulled out dish soap and a brush scrubber.

Whumper poured some soap, then leaned down and scrubbed. Once satisfied, they ran back up the stairs for more water.

After the floor was rinsed, Whumper grabbed baby wipes and came up to Whumpee.

"Let's get you cleaned up now", Whumper knelt on one of the steps and gently wiped Whumpee's hands, legs, then feet, "their all better."

Whumpee looked around the living room while Whumper grabbed a few things.

They were too scared to do anything else.

The living room looked better than the outside of the house.

"I swear you'd think I was an amateur with how forgetful I've been", Whumper came in, "I guess it's the excitement and adrenaline I'm feeling."

Whumpee instinctively backed away while Whumper knelt beside them.

"None of that pet. You have three seconds to come back before I pull on the collar", Whumper fiddled with what seemed to be more restraints, "1..."

Whumpee looked down at the shackles that had already been locked around their upper arms and wrist.

"2...", Whumper sighed.

Whumpee hurried to step closer.

Something was forced into Whumpee's mouth. Their head was pulled down as Whumper forced it into place.

"The shackles you wear will be removed at the end of training or at the end of the day", Whumper smiled as they lifted Whumpee's face, "this gag will be worn during training, and you may even have a blindfold on sometimes for certain training as well."

Whumpee tried to spit the gag out, but it was tightly on. A type of rubber bone was in their mouth from what they could tell. Drool already started to stream to the floor, causing Whumpee to wipe at it.

"It's alright, just stand over this pad. Drool is to expected from a puppy", Whumper cooed as they patted Whumpee's head.

Whumpee wouldn't lie. That did feel pretty good to be pet. They leaned into the touch.

"Hmm, does puppy already enjoy pets?", Whumper cooed again, "see when you behave, you get this type of attention. You get rewards. After you get better house broken, we can have a bed downstairs for you, and some toys. Those rewards can be taken away though."

Whumpee looked down, 'what am I becoming? Why does this feel good? I should be appalled by this, but... but they've been so patient already with me', Whumpee thought to themself, 'why does this feel good?'

Whumpee fell over and almost seemed to be panting with the gag. Training was intense, and with movement restrictions added, Whumpee was growing tired faster. Plus, they didn't sleep well last night.

"I think you're done for today pet", Whumper smiled at their sleepy nods.

"Alright let's see if the basement is dried yet", Whumper knelt down and started to remove the gag and cuffs, "you did a very good job on your first day of training so we will remove these. How about a trip outside before we go down their though. You can use the bathroom out there even. I'll make sure you have a place to go down there as well."

"Oh uhm, okay", Whumpee nodded.

"Did you you have a question pet?", Whumper looked at them, "you can ask questions."

"I know you said you wanted a pet, but what does that mean?", Whumpee frowned, "what exactly do you want from me?"

"Oh, hmm, that is a good question", Whumper nodded and started to walk away, "come along, let's go outside."

Whumpee followed, hoping to get their answer.

"I've always enjoyed having pets growing up. I've had every pet you can imagine, they all thrived, but now living here, I've gotten kind of bored with those type of pets. I have a friend who has a human, and I pet sat for them a few months ago. Their human is doing really well under their care. I thought maybe I'd get my self own."

Whumpee frowned.

"The trick is to get someone who may not be missing, at least not for a while. The trail would go cold before anyone realizes", Whumper chuckled, "you seemed like such a sweet heart. I was surprised when you didn't seem to have many family or friends around. You just seemed so sweet."

Whumpee stopped crawling, they remembered again that they had been kidnapped.

Whumper stopped and looked at them, "I didn't mean anything by that."

"There are others that have been kidnapped... like me?", Whumpee looked at them sadly, "this isn't a first time."

"Oh yes, there is an entire network of us", Whumper smirked, "how do you think I was so well prepared."

Whumpee looked around the yard for a few minutes before finally finding a hiding spot to use the bathroom. Better to go out their than inside again, especially with what they had to do."

Whumper looked around and saw Whumpee partially hidden.

"You're either hiding from me to try to escape or because you need to poop. Which is it before I come over there", Whumper called.

"Poop, please don't come over here", Whumpee strained.

Whumper chuckled as they sat down again.

Whumpee came out after a few minutes and looked at them absolutely petrified.

"Wh-what do I do now?"

Whumper stood, "we get you cleaned up and taken care of."

Whumpee nodded and watched as Whumper walked toward them.

"I-I'm sorry", Whumpee frowned as Whumper looked.

"No its okay, seems you had a nervous tummy", Whumper nodded, "glad you came out here to do it."

Whumper went down the stairs first, then Whumpee.

"Still a little damp", Whumper sighed, "I've got the heater turned up, so hopefully, it will be done before bed."

Whumpee nodded as they looked into the room.

"You'll see over here is a tray that will fit you in it. This is for your bathroom use, I'll clean it regularly for you", Whumper held it up a little, "of course if you have a tummy ache and you know I'm home, you can yell for me so you can go outside."

Whumpee nodded.

"Well, I'm not going to leave you down here until it dries", Whumper sighed, "I guess it's a movie night kind of night."

"Really?", Whumpee almost squealed with excitement.

"Yes, I love movies, so we have plenty of options", Whumper grinned.

Whumper sat down and invited Whumpee onto the couch, "here let's take this tape off. One of my friends has a pair of gloves and boots that I can use for you. It will be a little more comfortable. We can take this tape off now. The gloves and boots will shape your hands and feet, but still be comfortable."

Whumpee whined as Whumper tried to gently remove the tape.

"I don't want to train fear into you, I don't want a fearful pet, I just want a trained one", Whumper patted their leg and invited Whumpee to lay their head down on it, "I know that this is something very new to you, but as long as you behave to the best of your abilities and listen... I promise you will actually enjoy yourself a lot here. You will be absolutely spoiled, I promise."

Whumpee looked up and nodded.

"I-I think I want to be good", Whumpee whispered.

"That's good", Whumper smiled, "let's watch the movie."

Whumpee was surprised when Whumper started to run their their fingers along Whumpee's scalp and massage their ears.

Whumpee made a gentle moan as their eyes grew heavier.

"Uhm Master, I-I'm getting tired again", Whumpee mumbled.

"That's alright. Go ahead and take a nap before bed", Whumper chuckled.

Later in the night, Whumpee was surprised to wake up still on the couch.

Whumper made a disturbed snore and moved a little. Whumpee looked up at them.

They felt that their chain collar was being held tightly by Whumper. Other than that, they were quite comfortable.

'Am I really okay with being a pet, especially to someone who kidnapped me', Whumpee thought to themself, 'this feels so wrong, but I've never been chosen by someone before. My own family didn't even', Whumpee wiped away a tear.

Whumper felt the movement of Whumpee crying and jumped awake.

"What's going on", Whumper looked them over, "did I pull the collar and hurt you while I slept."

"No", Whumpee shook their head, "I was just, uhm", a few more tears were wiped away, "you said you chose me?"

"Yes I did", Whumper sat up and turned on the light.

"I've never been someones choice before. I was just thinking about that", Whumpee frowned, "though this is a different situation, I'm somewhat grateful I guess. That sounds really messed up though."

"Neh, not as messed up as you think", Whumper smiled, "some of the others have the same thoughts about their masters", Whumper patted Whumpee's head and enjoyed that they leaned into the touch, "I'm glad to know that you may be enjoying this situation faster than what I planned. I promise it's going to be okay."

Whumpee sniffled a little.

"It's okay, how about we go back to sleep", Whumper pulled Whumpee closer, "everything will come into place as we learn more about each other."

Whumpee nodded and rested their head on Whumper's stomach.

Whumper began playing with Whumpee's hair again.

Soon, happy snores filled the dark living room.

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alkaisen · 2 months

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Maybe you run a flower shop which had William’s favorite flowers for sell! :3

: this was a really cute request, thank you :)

: fluff, slice of life, william j. moriarty x gn!reader, kinda ooc?

the bell above the door jingles as you, owner of a well known flower shop in your town enter, carrying a floral arrangement. it is early, you're getting ready to open up for today and you can hear the chirping of morning birds.

you hum to yourself as you put the finishing touches on the arrangement, carefully arranging baby's breath amongst blue tulips. satisfied with your works you step back with a smile and place the vase on the counter, just as the sun beams in through the large storefront window.

a few locals stop in for their weekly bouquet purchases. you chat with them while putting together their orders. mrs. murphy orders lilies for her kitchen table while the johnsons need assorted flowers for their son's wedding this weekend.

as you box up the johnson's order, the bell above the door jingles once more, and you look up to greet the new customer. "good morning and welcome! how can I help y..." your voice trails off when you notice who walked in.

it's william james moriarty, one of the noble brothers that had moved in town recently. you'd seen him walking to work recently, but were hesitant on whether to introduce yourself.

he smiles at you, "hello, i just moved in with my brothers and was hoping to find some flowers to brighten up the new place."

you feel your cheeks flush pink. you'd heard that he was handsome, but not to this extent. you wipe your hands on your apron and step around the counter. "well, william, let me show you our selections. i think I have just the thing."

you lead him over to the rose display. "our roses are always a good choice for a new home. the reds and pinks give a nice pop of color."

william gazes admiringly at the roses. "they're beautiful, my favourite flowers as well. but i was hoping for something a little lower maintenance. my green thumb is more brown."

you laugh at that. "no problem at all." you walk william to the back corner where miniature rose bushes sit in terracotta pots. "roses are your favourite, aren't they? well, these mini roses are perfect for beginning gardeners. they don't require much care but the blooms last for weeks. they come in a variety of colors as well — red, pink, yellow..."

he runs his fingers along the velvety petals of a soft yellow rose. "these are lovely. i'll take one of each color, please."

"excellent choice!" you beam. gently, you lift the pots and carry them to the counter. as you're ringing him up, william strikes up a conversation. "have you owned this place for a very long time?" he asks curiously.

"about five years now." you reply, smiling at him. "i've always had a passion for flowers so when I saw the shop was for sale, i took a chance."

"it seems to be working out well for you." he notes, glancing around at the thriving shop. "do you live near here too?"

"just around the corner, actually." you hand william his bag of roses. your fingers brush slightly as you doe and you feel a flutter in your heart. clearing your throat, you speak: "let me know if you need any gardening tips for the roses. and.. free to stop by anytime."

"i think i just might take you up on that offer." william smiles warmly, bidding goodbye and leaves the shop with roses.

you sigh happily, watching him leave.

having a good looking neighbour doesn't sound too bad...

a few weeks have passed. it's a busy saturday morning at the flower shop. you're putting together floral arrangements while also helping customers. as you finish boxing up a large wedding order, the bell above the door jingles.

you look up hopefully, wishing to see a certain neighbor... and sure enough, it's william.

"good morning william," you say, hoping you sound calm and not too giddy. "what can i do for you today?"

william holds up a potted rose bush, it's blooms now drooping. "i'm afraid i may have over-watered rosie here. i was hoping you could give me some tips on reviving her?"

you raise an eyebrow; "you named a flower?"

william smiles shyly, shrugging.

you grin. "of course, let me take a look." you examine the soil, which is soggy & heavy. "hmm.. too much water does seem to be the culprit. don't worry though, it's an easy fix."

you lead him to the backyard greenhouse, "we'll transplant little rosie to fresh soil and trim away any rotted stems." a pause. "a dose of fertilizer should do the trick, too."

you work in comfortable silence together. you feel your pulse quicken at williams's close proximity and wonder whether it's just you that's feeling this way. when they finish replanting, your eyes meet and both share a shy smile.

"there we go... that should do it." you stand up and brush the dirt from your hands. "be sure not to over-water again! one good soak per week is plenty."

william reaches for his wallet but you stop him. "ah, nono. please. it's fine. i didn't do much anyway."

he pauses, hand still in his pocket. "are you sure?"

"mhm." you nod. "completely."

"well, then. thank you very much for your help, (name)." william says sincerely, eyes creasing at the end as he smiles down at you. "i'm not sure what I'd do without my favorite florist. is there... any way i can repay you?"

you feel yourself fluster at the title. before you can second guess yourself, you speak: "you know, the grounds are looking a bit overgrown. i could use an extra pair of hands weeding. any interest in helping out for a bit?"

you watch as his face lights up. "i'd be happy to."

you spend the afternoon with him, laughing and chatting as you work side by side in the garden. william is a willing pupil, and he soaks up whatever you have to say. when the sun starts to set, you realize hours have passed.

"i think that about does it. thanks so much for your help today, william." you say with a smile, although a twinge of disappointment is apparent now that the time is over.

"my pleasure." he replies sincerely. there's a beat of awkward silence before he speaks again. "(name), i was wondering...would you like to get lunch with me sometime?"

you beam. wow, was this really happening? "i'd love to," a pause." if you bring me a bouquet of those roses you like."

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littleplantfreak · 1 month

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Dicentra

Umemiya Hajime x Reader

1700+ words

All aboard the angst train! I'll be your conductor. Please keep all your hands, feet, and hearts within the car at all times! (Read the CWs!)

Cw: Character death (implied), Thalassophobia (if you don't like the ocean this isn't for you dude), Heart Disease/Heart Attack, Animal death maybe? There's a one line comment. Angst without comfort

Thank you @hvlcy0n for helping me with the title, and i'm sorry if it makes you sad. Also I read and edited it like twice so if the sentence doesn't make sense, or there's a typo I will be alright.

A delayed honeymoon with an unhappy ending. That's it for synopsis.

Life is a lot like the ocean. It ebbs and flows, pulling you from the place you once were. You can feel the otherworldly tug even if you bury your feet and hunker down, never able to figure out if you've managed to stay in place long enough to catch your breath. Sometimes, when a wave large enough comes along, it knocks you off your feet, rolling you across the coarse floor. Breathing is no longer a choice as you struggle, and salt covers your tongue before it seeps down your throat.

The ocean today, though? Today, the sun bathes you in warmth as the water soothes itself against the coast. You couldn't have asked for a more perfect week to spend your honeymoon here.

When you and Hajime first got married, there was no time for a real trip. Right in the midst of summer, when the community greenhouse he ran was in full bloom, and your work insisted there was no way for you to take off enough time to properly travel anywhere, marital bliss was enough to keep you more than satisfied, and it still is! But your husband insists this is necessary for both of you to take time for yourselves, says it's actually a crime for him to have taken this long to spoil you the right way. He's been acting kinda funny, so you've chalked it up to the stress he's had to endure to make sure everything was squared away before you both came here.

The sundress you're wearing is just for him, the color he loves best on you blowing in the cool breeze, lifting it higher on your thighs, and he's watching that more than the scenery around you.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." You're teasing him because he's been taking photos nonstop since you arrived a few days ago.

"Shoot! You're right," he says, patting the pockets of his shorts only to come up with a hand full of shells that he's been collecting during your walk along the beach. "Shellfish of me to be keeping this view to myself, huh? Need to show everyone how pretty my wife is," and he stresses the word wife like he always does; it's liquid warmth that makes its way past the barriers you'd put up long ago as if they were never there in the first place. Only because it's him, you think, because if it had been anyone else, you wouldn't be nearly as smitten or prone to tears when his words hit the spot in your chest that makes you breathless.

"Mr.Umemiya forgot his camera? How careless," you tut, walking up to him and tugging on both sides of his open shirt, the same one you wore to bed last night. "Looks like we might have to go back to our room and look for it. Maybe it's under the covers?" You ask innocently, or as innocently as you can pretend to be. For a second, his expression is one of confusion as he tries to figure out if you're being serious. The look in your eyes must've clued him in because his big beautiful smile spans the length of his face, almost blinding you in the process.

"You know what? I think I did leave it there. Sorry to make you walk all this way out here without it, lovey, mind if we go get it?" And before you can answer, he's hoisting you up into his arms as easily as he has any other day. You're carried far past the umbrella you set up earlier and even further along the trail of tall grass that lead towards your small beach house. He huffs a little, easing you to your feet on the hardwood, and you pat him on the chest.

"I know you're getting older, so you might wanna take it easy with lugging me around everywhere." You smile.

He gasps, offended by your suggestion just like you thought he would, "Never. If I had it my way, I'd carry you 24/7."

"If I had it my way, you'd never leave our bed again."

"I might be able to arrange that," he murmurs, drawing you in as he plops down onto the edge of the bed. Sitting sideways on his lap, you thread a hand through his hair before taking a good look at him. Still handsome as ever, your gaze traces the shape of his lips and the dip of his nose, trailing a way to the scar on his eyebrow, years old but still a vivid reminder of the past. When you settle on those light eyes of his, you frown. Were the circles under his eyes always so dark? His own gaze smothers you half loving, half exhausted, sending a prick of anxiety down your spine.

"Why don't we nap first? I'm a little tired from walking earlier," you lie, and it burns, but it's a necessity when you know he'll try and perk up if you were to say he looked tired, making light of it and showing you just how awake he can be.

He's thrown for a moment because the words coming out of your mouth aren't sounding quite right. He shakes it off with an easy smile, maneuvering you both up higher on the bed, and he grabs the blankets to wrap over you before throwing his leg across your hip, pinning you so you're face to face with him. "This alright?" he asks.

"Better than alright." Snuggling closer, he's practically surrounding you, and it eases the earlier nervousness out faster than it came.

_____

You can't see the ocean from where you're at in the field. It's a shame because it would've made a stunning picture. Still, the one you got of Hajime and yourself sitting on the bench near an ancient oak tree, wild flowers spanning across the background for miles was just as good.

His arm was thrown loosely over your shoulder, wind whirling the strands of his hair as he smiled and laughed with the old man who took the picture for you. It's your last day here before you go home, and you've taken it easy after that last day at the beach. Stretching up, you take in everything for what it's worth, trying to commit it all to memory. Sure, you have plenty of photos and videos taken, but you'll never feel this specific way on this specific day ever again.

As you soak up the tranquility, he asks if you want a drink. No sooner do the words sounds great come out of your mouth than he shoots up and tells you to wait there for him. It's only a jog down the road. You go to get up, but the insistence that you relax pushes your legs to sit once more, heaving a sigh at his doting.

Ten minutes go by, but he could just be chatting with the person at the farm stand. He has a bad habit of bringing out the extra long stories when he's in a good mood, usually leaving you to be the one dragging him away. Twenty minutes has the pebble in your throat feeling like a rock, kinda like the ones Hajime can grab with his toes in the the sand under water. The first time he showed you the trick you called him monkey toes and laughed till he splashed you in the face calling you Mrs. monkey toes. When you start the walk, you feel the pull of a wave on your legs. The ambulance siren is drowned out by the water in your ears.

_____

If he had to describe you with one word, Umemiya Hajime would know immediately what to say. Strong. Stronger than he is, even if you didn't believe it. It was hidden and yet plain to see, often being mistaken for something else. You complimented each other so well that he doesn't imagine a time when he'd have to be without you. He is without you right now, digging for his wallet as he approaches the farm stand he's spent an hour at a couple days ago, talking to the couple who ran it and gushing over their produce before showing pictures of his own garden and greenhouse.

He'd be lying if he said the pressure in his chest didn't bother him, but he could push through it. It's not like he was unaccustomed to pain given his background, and he has to wait for the results of the tests the doctors ran a few weeks ago before he starts stressing over how to tell you there's something wrong with his heart. It doesn't sound right. It's the heart he loves you with, loves the town with, and loves his siblings with. So saying there's something wrong with it, though logically he knows there's a difference, is hard to believe.

What's harder to believe is that the world has spun on its axis, gravel cutting into his arm though he just barely feels it over the pounding in his ears and chest. He recalls at this moment the fact that animals hide when they're sick and ailing, and briefly wonders if that's what this was. Deep in the back of his mind was he trying to spare you the stress of what was about to happen? He would've made the decision regardless, but there must be some comfort in it.

Try as he might, the screeching cacophony of noise and light that was once normal sensation only furthers his stomach's twists and turns. He can feel a breath ripped from his lungs, and then everything starts to get a little hazy. He feels the sun on his face, hears the bubbling of the ocean, and for a moment, he's at the beach with you.

Sometimes life is like the ocean. Sometimes, a riptide pulls your legs from under you and drags you deep beneath murky depths, panic causing you to sink only further and further, light swallowed up just like you. If you manage to surface, you're exhausted. If.

Can you see the hand slipping up past water's edge, grasping at air to be pulled up? You thought the ocean wasn't that close, but the cold laps at your legs even before you get to the farm stand. The world dull and gray like far off waves surrounds you when you see your husband being put into the ambulance, usually warm skin tone mimicking the same water that seems to drown you.

#mari writes #umemiya hajime x reader #wind breaker

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mahboimahboi · 1 year

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okayyy so i’ve been feeling angsty recently (idk why😭) but i was wondering if i could request a story where the actor Mackenyu and the reader go out for drinks and after a little the reader goes to the bathroom to cool off for a little but when he comes back to where Mackenyu and him were staying he sees him making out with a girl and basically getting into it so reader decides to just leave him there and the next day they argue and basically break up☹️

(also ur last story was so good bru)

DRINKS AND TIES x M!Reader (featuring Actor Mackenyu)

Angst

You let out an exhausted sigh, finally able to put your pen down. You let out a groan while stretching your limbs, after being sat in the same position for more than half an hour. The male who was rested on your bed noticed your tired body, smiling softly as he stood from the bed and went up to you to give you a hug from behind. "You know, you can take a rest, right?" He said, as he placed a kiss on your cheek sweetly before he starts massaging your tense muscles near your shoulders. "Does this feel good, babe?" He asks you, while you nod your head and let out a satisfied sigh.

"I'm feeling really drained. I need some kind of pick me up." You told him, gasping when you though of an idea. You held onto his hand and raised your head up to see Mackenyu who was looking down at you, anticipating what you have in mind. "Wanna go out for drinks? My treat." You suggested, the taller male smirking and perked his brows up playfully. You giggled in reply and smiled from ear to ear. "Let me just get changed and we'll leave right away." You patted the side of his arm and went to your closet to grab something to wear.

Once you've finally gotten into a change of clothes, feeling comfortable you and your boyfriend finally left, walking hand-in-hand. It became a habit between the two of you when you both went out together or went for a walk. Along the way, Mackenyu would strike up conversations to make the journey seem a lot faster; distracting you. "Babe, I want to ask you a question." You hum in reply, telling him to continue. "Why did you choose me? Out of all the people?" He asked, curiosity laced in his voice.

The sides of your lips move upward, holding the male's hand tighter. "Well, to simply put it, I only loved you." You answered him, the other male blushing upon your sudden choice of words. Fortunately for him, it was already dark and the red color on his face was never seen. "I know when you start getting flustered by my words when I feel your hands start to heat up, so even the dark can't hide what you truly feel from me." You chuckled.

"W-Well, I, uhm, aren't you gonna ask me the same question?" Mackenyu questions, you looking up at him.

"Okay, then. Why did you choose me?"

"Because, you are the only person who made me feel so many things in so many different ways by just being yourself." He answered. "You weren't afraid to show me who you truly are and I like that the most about you. I love you, Y/N." He lifts your hand up to his lips and kisses the back of your palm and grins.

"I love you, too, Arata." You replied to him.

Soon, although it was against Mackenyu's will, he knew he couldn't do anything if you've already set your head into it. With a squeal, you pulled Mackenyu inside with you, the male laughing softly at you. You find a place near the bar isle and sat down there, laughing to each other since it was your first time to enter a bar.

The bartender comes and asks you both for what drinks you wanted to order. "Hmm, anything you can suggest for us?" You asked the bartender who smiles and whips up a drink for the both of you before he introduces you to the name of the drink, 'Ocean Blue'. Astonished, you looked at him impressed and chugged the whole glass down your throat.

"Y/N, don't be so careless. You know you get drunk easily." Mackenyu told you, taking small gulps from his glass, while looking at you concerned. You didn't heed his words and kept on drinking, even pressuring the other male to have a drinking race and if he had the least to drink, he'd be the one paying. Mackenyu not wanting to spend all the money away that he is saving to buy you that new game console that you've always teased him you wanted to receive on your birthday, accepted your challenge.

With one more chug and you're completely lost, already drunk. You started seeing double of everything, feeling really dizzy. "Uh, A-Arata, I'll just be at the restroom." The male insisted he'd go with you, but you politely declined even though you knew yourself you couldn't stand on your own two feet anymore, wobbling all the way to the comfort room. Sitting on the toilet top inside a cubicle, you rested there for a while to cool off and planned that after, you'd ask Mackenyu that you and him should head home already.

Suddenly, you felt your stomach churn. You stood up quickly and open the toilet bowl where you threw out all the drinks you've drank. Feeling a lot better, still a little dizzy, you wiped your mouth with a tissue and clumsily head back towards your seat beside Mackenyu, apologizing to every people you ran into. Not being able to look where you were going, you bumped into a waitress, causing her to spill all the drinks on your shirt, making you gasp. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" You told her, but the waitress shakes his head, telling you that it was her fault for not being careful and offers you tissues to wipe your now wet shirt.

But, you immediately stop. Your heart aches at the sight and all you could feel was anger and betrayal. There in the dark where you were once seated with your boyfriend, you see your 1 year lover settling his lips on a girl's, the two of them hooking up like you didn't existed and to add more salt to the scar, they looked like they were enjoying themselves. Tears welled up in your eyes, letting them all fall down in one go, not able to hold them back anymore. Hurt, you immediately left the place, you didn't even care that you were fucking drunk with no one to help you walk straight. "F-Fuck..."

The next morning, the hangover you felt, was nothing compared to the pain you felt in your chest. How? Why? Those were the questions that lingered in the back of your head, trying your best to answer and find the things you lacked. As you prepared to get to your class, the door to your supposedly dreamhouse with Mackenyu suddenly opens. You turn to look at the male who had own disheveled clothes, messy hair, and the smell of someone else's perfume on him. Judging by the look on your face and the way how you didn't ran to him when he arrive like usual, he knew that you are aware. "Y/N, I'm sorry. I was drunk." Was the only words he could muster to say, making you scoff at his stupidity.

"Sorry? You were drunk? You're seriously blaming it all on the alcohol? Arata, what the fuck? Are you hearing yourself?" Your anger seeps out, the words you wanted to tell him slipping past your tongue. "'Drunk' does not mean you didn't have choice, Arata. You did, but you chose to let that bitch ride your thigh and fucking kiss her!" You gritted out, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

Mackenyu sighs. "Y/N, just stop fussing about that and move on. It was just one mistake." Hearing those words, you couldn't believe he could ever say that. You always thought that he was smart, but he suddenly became the dumbest person you knew in just a snap of a finger. "At least I didn't get her pregnant."

You chuckle in disbelief, eyes knitted together "Wow. And am I supposed to thank you for that, now?"

"Y/N..." Mackenyu's voice sounded like he was begging snd although it hurt, you can't just give in. You just can't.

Your anger rises up into your whole system, turning your fists into balls. You look at the male with a glare. He is starting to irritate you. "Arata, where were you even after I left?" You asked him, trying to sound calm, but what made you snap was when he stayed silent snd didn't answer. "Where did you go, Arata, after I left?!" You yelled at him.

The guilty male falls to his knees and starts tearing up after realizing what he had done to you, to his precious relationship with you. Knowing he was the one at mistake he never said anything and remained quiet. "Arata... what happened to you? Why are you doing this? Am I not good enough?"

"No, Y/N. Of course not." He answered.

"Then, why?! How could you dare break my heart, Arata?" Your tears finally fell from your eyes, all the pain, becoming too unbearable to handle anymore. You thought you were happy with Mackenyu, so what went wrong? "Guys like you... You always think after one single apology you'd be able to fix everything you've broke. Arata, not only did you break my heart. You broke me." You broke in between your tears, sobbing a few times, trying to sound as audible as you can. "Mackenyu, I'm sorry. But, one mistake is enough to make me lose my trust in you. If you did it once, what makes me think that you won't be able to do it again?" Your voice was gentle, yet all the hurt you felt is laced on your voice.

"Y/N, I promise. I will never do it again." Mackenyu begged for you to stay, but you couldn't.

You sniffed. It isn't your first choice to be apart with your boyfriend, but you can no longer love a man who tore your heart to pieces. "Mackenyu, it's time we break ties and part our ways. It may be just one mistake, but to me it's more than what you think. It's a trauma. I'm sorry, but I have to leave."

#mackenyu x male reader #bottom male reader #male reader #x male reader #actor #requests #mackenyu #angst

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foranpo · 1 year

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ੈ˚ʚ welcome to my notion tutorial !!

♡ my notion took me a month to make. It's a bit frustrating sometimes, but i want you to know that it's possible to have some organization in your life.

notion is meant to help you have a more organized life: trackers, goals, diary entries, anything can be turn into a notion page and i'm here to teach you how ♡

ps: sorry for being so long and with some typos and whatnot ♡

♡˳────── 1st step: the choice of an aesthetic.

it's important to have an idea when you start your notion;

for me, i wanted a place cozy and warm that reminded me of spring.

my main color is green. and with that defined, i started looking for color palettes with the types of green that i liked the most.

(i used this website, but any is good enough. it's just to give you an idea of what you're going to work with.)

i chose an aesthetic more gloomy, academic, and obviously green, (for my main layout, a retro blue-ish layout for my fanfics and a melancholy yellow for my original works) and with that i jumped to step 2.

♡˳────── 2nd step: hunting images and inspiration.

pinterest, pinterest, pinterest.

i can't stress this enough. use keywords to find what you actually need.

if you're a beginner, start with notion inspo, notion [aesthetic] ideas, anything notion related. pick your favs and choose what you like most about each one:

the font, the pictures, the layout, even a small detail like an aesthetic quote design -just make sure you know what you like the most.

once you have a list of what you want, you start searching for images.

keywords i suggest are: [color] aesthetic, [color] cinematography, [color] photography, and, especially, [color] png icon.

i find it really satisfying having pngs on your notion: it gives a better sense of home and they cute, so it's a plus!

(most png aren't transperants on pinterest, so i use this app to make it a real png. now, know that it's not perfect and on dark mode might look funky, but it's worth a shot ig ♡)

now you should be left with a small gallery of photos with the same color scheme and this takes us to step 3!

♡˳────── 3rd step: dividers save lives.

pick one image to be the base of your notion layout.

it might be for your notion icon, header, or just a random pic laying around your notion. but make sure you only have one.

with that, go to an app that finds colors (i use this one) and pick the 3 most predominant colors! i suggest one darker, one lighter, and one in between.

this works not only as dividers but to enhance any quote or pic that you have. e.g.:

as you can see, this little dividers (size that i use: 948x8) work better than the ones provided by notion and they're easy to make. just open paint and you're done!

and once you have all the inspo, all the pics and dividers, it's time to create some art ♡

♡˳────── 4th step: the creation of art.

is time to make pages and more pages.

now, please know that this requires lots of work, frustration and patience. sometimes the website doesn't want to collaborate and it might get a bit annoying. but know that it's totally fine to take breaks and take your time. this is something for you and you only.

you can take all the time you want ♡

ㅤㅤ♡˳────── 4.1 step: page outline.

choose the number of pages !

i suggest you have one homepage with quick links to your other pages:

trackers, school related, hobbies, anything really.

it's your notion after all, you can do anything.

after having the number of pages you can star outlining the pages.

the beginning is always difficult and embaracing, but if you give it a try, i'm sure you will create art!

i suggest, if you do a full page, to use 4 to 6 columns. it might be a bit overwhelming at the start, but i found it easier to work with more columns and less rows. also, it's more compact which makes everything x3254 cuter.

nut you can literally do whatever you want! so here's my organization ♡

my personal organization !

homepage (5-6 columns, 4 rows): quick links to my other 4 pages. daily routine. quick reading and writing trackers. my performances schedules and feedback. goals for the month. clock, weather, year progress bar (see end of post).

original works (4-6 columns, 2 rows): my three wips. websites that help me with writing. my progress in each work. motivational quotes.

fanfic works (4 columns): folders for each fandom with more folders for hcs, one-shots, multi-chapter and ideas. motivational quotes. goals for the year. pretty pics and quotes.

trackers (5-6 columns, 4-5 rows): media that i'm currently consuming or consumed, with details such as rating, author, and some sub-pages with my extensive thoughts.

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have one big page at the beginning to help you navigate easier.

don't be afraid to had columns and rows! if there's a blank space, throw some png's and quotes at it. it always makes everything 10x cuter.

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add some widgets to make it prettier ♡

i use this website. it's pretty easy and has the main widgets.

a quick google search might take you to other websites so feel free to explore ♡

♡˳────── 5th step: a touch of magic and stardust.

the start of a new page is always frustating: what aesthetic to use? what do you put first? what if it's corny? too much quotes? so many questions and, hey!, i hear ya! it's a pain in the ass.

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e.g.:

you can see how my first homepage (pic. 1) changed drastically to my current homepage (pic.2). not only the color scheme changed, but the layout itself.

more artistic pictures, cuter png's and quotes, and my homepage changed completely!

so don't be afraid of change! it is important fr ♡

♡˳────── don't forget about...

you can change the font and size of the page by clicking on the three dots on the top right of your screen ♡

make your text pretty with cool symbols !!

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add spotify playlists (it had to be public, i'm afraid) and youtube videos for more diversity!

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thetravelingtyper · 4 months

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On the same page... Pt 11 (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x reader Bookshop! AU)

As Saturday morning dawns all the truths come spilling out...

Part 10, Part 12, Masterlist

Warnings! Typical Ghost violence in a dream

AN: Working full-time in the library now :D I will be writing still and trying to post once or twice weekly for this, Our shattered heart and comfort character.

The next 30 minutes find you pulling a freshly showered and changed Simon to your room. You wrestle with your phone, pulling up your music app and getting some music going. You flip through a few songs until lyrics tumble softly out. The choice satisfies something in you and Simon grins in amusement.

In a few weeks I will get time

To realize it's right before my eyes

And I can take it if it's what I want to do

You rifle through the drawer next to your bed and pull out a few bottles of nail polish, glancing at Simon as he sits down on your bed. The dark green of his shirt mixes well with his tattoos and skin. You pull out black, of course, a classic, but a few darker shades of grey as well. You pass a handful to Simon and then turn back for a few shades of purple for yourself.

And I am leaving and this is starting to feel like

It's right before my eyes

And I can taste it

It's my sweet beginning

He ponders for a moment, not used to a choice like this but it humors him. He was by no means against the idea just not used to the prim and proper care of his nails and hands. Kyle had told him one time over drinks that having a good skin care routine could make or break someone. He runs a hand through his hair, he at least took care of that after not worrying about it due to the balaclava. He used decent shampoo and conditioner routinely. Looking back to the nail polish, Simon hovers between a dark green and dark grey. He voices this and you think.

And I can tell just what you want

You don't want to be alone

And I can't say it's what you know

But you've known it the whole time

Yeah, you've known it the whole time

“The green would look with your skin tone but the grey is a neutral.”

He just nods passing you the other colors to return to the drawer while you keep a dark purple and the grey. You grab a new set of tools alongside your own and close the drawer. You then sit next to him, thighs about touching, and take his right hand. They are rough from service, a few scars littering his knuckles and as you flip them you trace your left thumb over his palm. His fingers curl in at the tenderness and you can see you don't need to do much other than just painting his nails. You hum, setting the kits aside. You set Simon's hand down in your lap and take the bottle of grey nail polish to shake it.

Maybe next year I'll have no time

To think about the questions to address

Am I the one to try to stop the fire?

When you're satisfied you unscrew the bottle and begin to paint. You swipe the brush over each nail in short but wide strokes. Once you finish his right hand you grin, the color looks good on him and you pat your thigh. Simon flexes his hand, careful of the polish, and moves his left hand to your knee where you finish that one too. You close the bottle and set the bottle on the table. He looks at you before examining his nails. Simon doesn't seem put off by it and you giggle when he admires them in the light.

I wouldn't test you

I'm not the best you could have attained

Why try anything?

I will get there

Just remember I know

You mention to your headboard, a dark wood piece with intricate trim that suggested it, like most of the furniture you had was thrifted. Simon nods and, minding his hands, stands. He moves around the foot of your bed and gets on to lean against the headrest, his long legs able to stretch out. While you do your nails he takes the moment to observe your room. Across from your bed is a TV with a switch docked and ready. He is amused however to see a VHS player, with a scattered collection of tapes around your room. Posters of 90s advertisements and franchises litter the room walls along with your records. He looks to the booked corner of your room where there is a plush lavender reading chair with 3 legs and one attached block to make up the 4th. In the chair sits a frog teddy bear.

You notice him looking,

“That's William, the love of my life.”

Simon nods a hello,

“Good to meet the competition.”

You laugh, setting the purple aside as you finish and moving to sit neck to Simon, both of you leaning against pillows. Your heart warms at the image and hazel eyes regard you.

And I can tell just what you want

You don't want to be alone

And I can't say it's what you know

But you've known it the whole time

Yeah, you've known it the whole time

You hum along to the song as you lean back against the pillows, happy to just let the music finish. You yawn before shuffling carefully closer to Simon and tucking your head into his shoulder.

“Give it 15 or so minutes and we should be good, it is quick to dry.”

“Right.”

Simon's voice rumbles through you his heart swelling with you tucked against him. Mindful of the polish his hand moves, and he lays it over your knee, thumbing circles into it. It's a little ticklish and you giggle quietly before nudging him. His lips quirk up but he stops, fingers pausing and his hand just resting on you.

And I can tell just what you want

You don't want to be alone

And I can't say it's what you know

But you've known it the whole time

Yeah, you've known it the whole time

As the song finishes you call for your phone to pause the music. 15 minutes pass in a blur of light conversation as Simon talks about his brother and mom. While his mom lived back in Manchester his brother traveled a lot. During tales of his childhood and early recruit days Simon doesn’t mention his father, but the clenching of his hand speaks volumes. Once you are sure the nail polish is fine your hand moves to Simons and the contact breaks his train of thought as he turns to you. The soft lamp light is warm and it lights up the gold in his eyes.

You cross your legs and Simon turns himself easily to face you as you tug a stuffed dragon, one from your original book tour with James to your chest. Its jeweled eyes glimmer a deep ruby and you just think. Flashes of stormy eyes, soft and tender moments against James as you both talk into the night. Your chest feels tight then as you tug your keens to your chest, hugging the dragon closer you reach for your phone and hit play.

The tinkling of music cuts into memory as you and James dance in your childhood home's kitchen.

I've got miles of regrets and confusing friends

But perhaps it's just my stupid head in the end

Thinking should I wait here or make my way home?

You said, "Go" (you said, "Go")

You had been finally able to go home after all those years and James came with you to meet your parents. It went swimmingly but as the days drifted on you found yourself missing Sam and your true home. On the last night, you found yourself ambling in the kitchen digging through ingredients for baking.

Cavetown spins away as you sweep back and forth in the dim light. There is a noise and you jump before a set of strong and familiar arms come around you and spin you. You smile when James presses a kiss to your jaw.

Making up problems that don't exist

Why do I let myself dream like this?

We're floating away, my body's in space

We are going home

A smooth voice joins in as James moves you skillfully in the wide space of the kitchen. You had learned early on dancing was a love of the man. He kept rhythm naturally and would often pull you into his arms.

Missing pieces of my skull

I'll sew on patches of my own soul

There's nothing you or I can do so let the stars fall

'Cause from up here the sky's my thoughts and we're all so small

The song was special for you both as it inspired parts of your first book. You would hum it before James would pick it up on acoustic or the keyboard tucked into his apartment. You had even considered the song for one of your wedding dances.

Meteor shower, quick take cover

But the hues in our hair compliment one another

I'd sell my own bones for sapphire stones

'Cause blue's your favorite color

Back in your bedroom, your mind tucks away into itself for a moment. When you first moved here the cold hit deeper. You tried to throw yourself into writing, but the escape never got far. And at night your dreams would dance, swirling out the part of your wounded heart left behind.

Missing pieces of my skull

I'll sew on patches of my own soul

There's nothing you or I can do so let the stars fall

'Cause from up here the sky's my thoughts and we're all so small

Simons watches you quietly before a shaky inhale from you sends a quiver in his chest. The song is not lost on him and he moves.

We're all so

My heart and the earth share the same rule

It starts with love and it ends with you

But don't go outside, it's dangerous tonight

Without me right here by your side

“Stretch out love.”

You just nod into the dragon, unwinding your legs as you clutch the dragon with fresh tears welling. Simon's hands clutch your sides gently before he lays out, laying his head on the pillow before offering an arm out. Your eyes widen before you tuck yourself into his chest, his arms wrapping around you on the soft comforter of your bed. As you cry you hug the dragon to your chest. Simon just hums to the song quietly, it rumbling through his chest. The lyric hit you in the chest,

Take it slow, you'll know

Which way to go

Sew up your skull

Take your time

And we'll be just fine

Everything had been right for so long, then the world was torn out from under-

There is a quiet hushing from Simon and he presses a kiss to your head as the song finishes

Missing pieces of my skull

I'll sew on patches of my own soul

The following silence rings out before Simon continues to hum, his voice taking on a musical tint as you calm in his arms. Hearing you quiet down he slows to a stop, he goes to move back but you wind your arms around him.

“Stay”

His eyes widen but you feel him nod,

“Always.”

He reaches for a spare blanket sitting on the floor before spreading it over the two of you. He clicks off the lamp, engulfing you in a warm darkness and you snuggle into his chest as Simon exhales softly.

“Si.”

He hums, a hand returning to your hair,

“Thank you.”

Simon awakens in Ghost, trudging through snow, dull pain thudding in his chest. He is alone, on some god-awful mission in the middle of fuck all nowhere. Static crackles as snow drifts down in the fading light.

He tries to move his arms but Ghost just gnashes his teeth, jaw tight as the machine moves on into the light.

Death, the reek of blood, and the stench of iron splatters barren grey walls.

Skulls knock against the concrete as he drops from above. Simon paces in his mind as Ghost eliminates soul after soul in a white wasteland as the snow stains. Hours pass in a trickle as the thudding in his chest thickens sickenly, a languid pull through him before hands reach his throat and he is there again. Buried. Ghost is marching as Simon thrashes, hands splayed across his neck as Ghost returns to the chocking white.

But before Simon can black out there is a flash, Ghost stops, rifle dropping into the snow as Simon cries out in frustration, the rush of memories snapping as he spasms and drops into the snow writhing in pain. The weight of the gear is too much. The cold is too much. The weight of lives and steel is too much, its-

The sound of pads in the snow- Simon's eyes shoot open and he tears the balaclava off, flinging it into the forest as he takes in a panicked breath. His eyes dart around before a flash of orange is in front of him. He exhales shakily, control seeping into his skin as heat curls around him, a hand to his face and a pair of lips to his.

As his breathing calms the fox pads towards him and tucks against his chest.

SImon breathing calms in his sleep as your hand leaves his face and you press a kiss to his cheek before gently rolling out of bed in the early morning. It was barely 6 and the man seemed in a deep sleep. His movements in his sleep had woken you a little earlier as he was having a nightmare. You soothed him gently before deciding to just get up.

You pass into the kitchen, Sam probably won't be up until 8 and you didn't want to wake Simon. You wanted to bake but a cup of tea and a book downstairs sounded like a good thing to pass the few hours until Sam could open shop. You would be closing earlier in the afternoon to go meet the boys. Simon would probably need to leave soon you think with a frown as you make a cup of Earl Grey and head downstairs, cracking the top door so Sam and Simon could tell you were in the store.

The steps creak and you smile as the door opens into the early morning dimness. The store's windows allow in enough light to see your steps. It used to frighten you coming in alone but after a few weeks, it became home. You turn on the lamps, voting to keep the overhead lights off. There are a few commuters on the streets but your little corner of London is snug and quiet this time in the morning.

You tuck into the stool behind the counter and begin to read. But as the time passes towards 6:30, your mind swirling with the fish of the Nautilus and the adventures of Captain Nemo a tapping sound pulls your mind from the book. You turn your ear up towards the back door, but no one is stirring and your phone has no messages. Your eyes shoot to the front door and there is a person there. You shoot up curious and a little apprehensive. It is a little dark to tell but there is a figure holding something and you debate what to do.

The tapper seems to acknowledge your attention as they knock, a polite three taps against the door that has your heart freezing. That it couldn’t - Your heart is in your throat, tea forgotten, and book slumping before falling to the floor with a thunk.

Upstairs Simon jolts awake, perhaps some strange sense of fate as he rolls out of bed in search of you.

With a quivering breath you creep around the counter on autopilot before reaching the halfway point to the door you freeze, turning back to the stairs and thinking about running to get Sam, or Simon your mind supplies. But the low temperature and another set of knocks shock your heart.

You clench your teeth, your compassion winning out as you turn the final steps to the door and pull it open.

Simon comes out into the main area and notices light through the crack of the door leading to the store, he nods to himself, opens the door, and passes quietly down the stairs.

In shock of the man in front of you back wordlessly into the safety of the bookstore as James fucking Marin stands in the doorway. In his hands are two cups from the cafe nearby and a bouquet is tucked into his arm. But it's the look on his face that has you retreating, a look of surprise, yes, that you even opened the door, but a wretched look of love and melting eyes as a storm curls its way around his heart. He stands at the door, the cold blowing in as he is unsure, the look of hurt on your face digs into him like a knife.

He, this, everything feels wrong, it all felt fucking wrong, since that day. What once was love, a treasured closeness devolved into you retreating from him. Blue eyes look between you and the store and his brows draw close in a deep concern. He sets the drinks down on a little hat table first, before pulling the door close as you stand frozen.

He clenches the bouquet tighter as a potent anxiety bites him, somethin in his gut stirs and he looks to you as you are going through your processing points. He knew you too well, but this fear was a potent unknowable.

There is a sound then, and James's eyes dart to the back of the counter and he feels himself stand taller.

Having appeared silently was a panther of a man, he had only an inch on him but despite the causal clothes, there was a way the man carried himself, dark eyes first shooting at you then meeting his. James feels his muscles tense when the panther finally speaks.

“Dove?”

You about jump head and body shooting around your eyes are watery, Simon can see them glisten in the low light, and something dark spikes in his chest, his eyes sharpen and muscles tense as he pulls himself and he feels Ghost settle.

“Si?” Your voice is small in the morning quiet.

You step back towards him, stopping with a look towards James unsure, but it's all that Simon needs. He rounds the counter before coming to stand behind you, a hand moving to brush over your shoulder and around your middle, his muscles firm as your hands shoot to his tattooed arm for support.

James takes it in with shock before he straightens, eyes on Simon’s arm and his jaw clenching. Sharp eyes track his every breath with the precision of a trained killer, but a possessive anger burns in James and he moves to take a step forward when you finally speak.

“Why are you here James?”

Your voice is shaky and you dig yourself further into the man behind you, eyes tracing firm muscles and scars. It's the gleam of silver around his neck James sees and his eyes widen,

A soldier?

His voice is firm as he replies, accent thickening with tension,

“I came to talk.”

You balk at that,

“Is it about work?”

James lets out a breath but his heart pounds,

“It is about us.”

This gets Simon's arm pulling you tighter to him and there's a low rumble from his chest. Your head whips up at the reply and a spark of anger ignites,

“Us, US? The first thing out of your mouth is to talk about US?” Shock, as your teeth grit, James takes a step forward before Simon finally speaks.

“Watch yourself.” His accent is thicker and his voice deep, it sends a tingle down your spine.

James tenses eyes shooting up to Simon before he addresses him,

“And you are?”

Simon internally smirks, he dips and presses a kiss to your head before gently releasing you. He is pleased, however, when you tuck into his side, a hand seeking his.

“Lieutenant Simon Riley.”

James's eyes widen at the rank and it fits he thinks, He is a tank. Seeing you tucked into the side of another man grinds against his heart, sparks of pain lighting up the darkness that has been in his mind for the past months. But rage and pain were not what he was, not anymore.

James relinquishes, careful to make slow movements and you watch as the man resets. He is coiled, a tenseness not usually for the easygoing man. Stress has tainted him, his hair is longer, the length of it curving past his ears and he has let his beard grow in. Your heart hurts because he is handsome, and he looks back at you with a lost expression before you can see his heart on his sleeve.

There is a stare-off for a moment before James deflates and looks at you, his voice is smaller then,

“Can you trust me my heart?”

You physically wince into Simon at the word, tears watering at your eyes again and James steps forward without thinking. Simon stiffens when you move forward, there are tears in your voice, you are smaller than he’s ever heard,

“Why?”

James clenches his jaw, pained as he wants to say everything, he heard Sabrina’s claims that night it broke everything. There was one thing he couldn't say, forced into silence by work, it succeeded, didn't it? She won in the end, but he ran, stupid at first not to chase after you. But, never again.

You see it in James, a quiet resolution as he readies himself.

“I never slept with her. It, all of this, was to protect your career.”

You blank, your brain short-circuiting. You stand frozen, not hearing him. Your mind jumped to Sarah, eyes flickering to his left hand, the rings?

“But Sarah said-”

“Sabrina was drunk, that event was for show, it was either that or you got thrown to the curb.”

James grits his teeth at the memory of that board office meeting. Sabrina sitting at her dad's side, a smile on her face as she named her demands.

“What?”

“You were never pulled under a contract, Ms. Williams found out a few days ago and it blew up in the children's department, there was a full-on revolt.” There was a smile on his face at that.

“But you said tha-”

“Don’t you dare fucking believe that,” He clenches his fist around the bouquet, Irises, red carnations, and honeysuckle. He holds out the bouquet and your heart picks up a beat at the meaning of the flowers, A message, heartache, and devotion. What he says next his voice breaks,

“Have the flowers ever lied?”

You can’t help the sob that follows, as you tenderly take the bouquet from him. He has never lied to you, not in this sense.

“What is all of this James? Why now, why not text, fucking write a letter?” Anger sparks but the tired look on his face quells it. He takes another baby step forward but you shield yourself with the bouquet, not trusting. Simon doesn't move.

“I couldn't, not while you were still connected or within the power of those bastards. But” his lips quirked up as he looked past you and Simon.

“You have a lot of fucking nerve to show your face here.”

Your head darts to Sam, his shirt is off, evidence of sleep and you can see the dragon tattoos dancing across his chest, coiling around his heart. Sam steps around the counter, fists clenched in rage, reading Simon’s tense form, but you hold up a hand and he pauses at the flowers. James smiles at the sight of Sam, it lights up his face like a lifeline.

“Sam here I owe everything to, well White Owl Publishing as well.”

Seeing the confusion on your face he opens his arms.

“You left sweetheart. There was nothing to protect, especially once White Owl took your books over. Why do you think Sofia had such an easy time getting your publishing rights?”

Your eyes widen, everything falling together in your mind, and your eyes shoot to a gleam of silver on his left hand, it was a simple band but you recognize the engraving, and you gape at it. James's eyes shoot to it, it was the ring you gifted to him when your second book made it.

“Youve-?”

“Worn it ever since sweetheart, it's always, always been you. Once the publication rights were confirmed I broke everything I was contracted to help, they pulled the power on me. I swear it on my life nothing ever happened. Ms. Williams can confirm everything when she comes.”

You just gape up at him as Sam blanks,

“So all of this was a fucking show?” Sam seeths, stepping past Simon but you pull on his arm, James steps forward, a fire picking in his eyes at that,

“To protect what she loved most, writing, her books, and her career? Yes.” He looks past Sam, blue eyes looking into your soul.

You step back as if shot, you wanted to be angry, to cry and bang your fist and scream. But James wasn’t lying, the look in his eyes told you that much.

“Sofia will find out this morning I guarantee it, this tour business is all Ms. Williams, and” James takes the final step towards you, Sam tenses,

“She broke my contract.”

You blink up at him in shock as a hand raises to your face, and you breathe shakily as a familiar hand cups your cheek, His eyes take you in, the light of a twinking star caught in them and he smiles

“I am free.”

You clutch the bouquet to your chest as you lean into the touch for a moment but you come to yourself. The words that follow have James freezing when an arm comes around you. Blue eyes flicker up to burning umber, pools of melted iron as Simon steps in,

“I can’t, not that James, not anymore.”

James freezes pulling his hand back as if he was burned. His chest clenches as he remembers the firm voice over the phone. It starts to make a bit more sense when Sam crosses his arms.

“Right-” The syllables tumble out “-after everything I wouldn't expect that, not -” James cuts himself off. He wants to cry, he realizes then, but under Simon’s sharp eyes and you tucked against him. He looks to Sam finding a protective glare, but it is you that turns all the men's heads.

You are already crying, the pain of the months burning your heart, but there is a sliver that tries to understand. The fact a man you loved and trusted would pull a stunt like this, bruises your heart. But there are the memories of dances and writing, it would never be the same, but-

But your stories were your life and if your relationship was meant to die to protect them.

James and Sam can see the debate, but it's Simon murmuring your name. Your head turns up against his chest and you look up to him and drown in his eyes. It was compassion that shaped you, you pat his arm and he loosens his arm with a quiet exhale.

James’s eyes widen when you pull apart from Simon and you pad towards him cautiously.

“It will never be the same.”

He feels his heart pick up and James tilts his head down to you, eyes wide as you come to stand in front of him, a tender hand reaching out to his chest. You feel his heart stuttering,

“You broke everything,” your eyes flicker up to his clutching the flowers as a tangible reminder of who he was,

“You shattered my heart, broke my trust, and threw our relationship away, for which I won’t forget.”

His hand shakily covers yours and you cherish it for a quiet moment as a fresh set of tears rolls down your cheeks and this causes James to break, a tear rolling down his cheek. His voice is shaky,

“I did what I thought was best for you, I see now that may have been a mistake. I wanted to protect you but I hurt you, I will never forgive myself for that, and I haven't stopped loving you.”

Your hand shakes under his but you continue,

“I don't know where we go from here, I will need time.” Your eyes turn down but you slowly but surely touch your forehead to his chest in a final act of grace. It is not a promise of continuation but one of the possibilities of forgiveness and a new beginning and it only causes James’s heart to hurt more as he resists engulfing you in a hug.

“Always, I will always be here. I just hope maybe even to be- I don’t know anymore. But I will wait for you, always”

His voice falters out as you lift your head from his chest and just look at him, but you nod and in a painful sweep pull your hand away to clutch the bouquet to your chest.

James looks anxious, hand flexing to his chest in an echo of where you were and is about to speak when Simon steps forward and you finally curl into his chest. He is angry but the rage is quelled with you against his chest, but the fire does not leave his eyes as he looks into and even through James.

“You’ve said enough for now.”

James fist clenches but he steps back with a curt nod.

“Right, I will see you tomorrow.” And with a final glance back at you in Simon's arms, he leaves.

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starshiips · 7 months

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𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 -- part 01 cl16

pairing: charles leclerc x fem! surfer influencer! reader

trope: next door neighbors au !

summary: a particular influencer known for her surfing has recently moved to monte carlo for the summer.

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y/nverse goodbye california, ill miss my memories, as i embrace monte carlo

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As the sun cast a golden hue over the Mediterranean coastline, [Y/n] arrived at her Monaco apartment, her anticipation palpable. She had been eagerly awaiting this vacation, a respite from the demands of daily life. With a sense of relief, she dropped her bags onto the floor of her room, the crisp linens of her bed beckoning to her tired limbs. Yet, as she gazed out of the window, the sight of the glistening sea stirred something within her.

Despite the allure of rest, [Y/n] found herself drawn to the rhythmic melody of the waves crashing against the shore. The call of adventure whispered in her ears, urging her to abandon her plans of unwinding indoors. With a sudden burst of energy, she discarded the idea of unpacking and instead reached for her surfboard, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

With practiced ease, she slipped into her wetsuit, the neoprene clinging snugly to her skin. As she made her way to the beach, a sense of liberation washed over her. The salty breeze tousled her hair, and the warmth of the sun kissed her cheeks. The familiar thrill of anticipation coursed through her veins, igniting a fire within her soul.

Unbeknownst to [Y/n], her neighbor watched her departure with a mixture of curiosity and admiration. From his vantage point across the courtyard, he observed her with keen interest, intrigued by her spontaneous spirit. In a world where schedules and obligations dictated the rhythm of life, her spontaneity was a breath of fresh air.

As [y/n] reached the shoreline, she felt a surge of exhilaration course through her. With each wave she conquered, she felt more alive than ever before. The sea embraced her like an old friend, its salty embrace comforting and invigorating all at once. For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still as she surrendered herself to the ebb and flow of the ocean.

Meanwhile, the same captivated neighbor couldn't help but admire [y/n]'s fearlessness from afar. In a place where extravagance and luxury were the norm, her simple joy in the sea's embrace was a testament to her authenticity. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a mesmerizing array of colors across the sky, he made a mental note to introduce himself to his intriguing new neighbor.

As the day drew to a close and [y/n] reluctantly emerged from the water, she couldn't shake the feeling of contentment that enveloped her. Though her room remained untouched and her bags lay forgotten on the floor, she knew that she had made the right choice. In that moment, amidst the crashing waves and salty air, she found a sense of peace that she had been searching for all along.

After her invigorating surf session, [y/n] returned to her apartment, her spirits lifted and her body humming with energy. With a satisfied sigh, she finally decided it was time to unpack her bags and settle in. As she carefully organized her belongings, folding clothes and arranging toiletries, her mind drifted to the prospect of exploring the local markets for some fresh ingredients. The thought of indulging in Monaco's culinary delights ignited a spark of excitement within her.

With her bags finally emptied and her essentials neatly stowed away, [y/n] slipped into a comfortable sundress and sandals, ready to venture out into the bustling streets of Monaco. Just as she reached for the door handle, she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. To her surprise, her neighbor emerged from his apartment, a casual smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Hey there," she called out, her voice easygoing. "I'm [y/n], your neighbor from next door."

Charles's expression brightened with recognition as he returned her greeting. "Nice to meet you, [y/n]," he replied, a hint of curiosity gleaming in his eyes. "I've seen you around. My name's Charles, " he said as he walked along side her, it wasn't intentional but it seemed they were both going the same way,

As they reached a crossroads, [y/n] hesitated for a moment, not wanting their conversation to end. With a playful smile, she suggested, "You know, I was just about to head to the market to pick up some groceries. Since we're having such a great chat, why don't we continue our conversation on the way? It'll be like our own little walking tour of Monaco."

Charles's eyes lit up with excitement at the idea, and he readily agreed. "That sounds like a fantastic idea," he replied, falling into step beside her as they made their way towards the market. And as they walked and talked, their laughter filling the air, [y/n] couldn't shake the feeling of warmth and connection that blossomed between them.

"what brings you to monte carlo?" charles asked wondering what such a free spirit was doing in such a luxurious city

" A new scenery, and i heard monte carlo had great beaches" She responded quite vaguely leaving aside some details

Navigating the labyrinthine streets of the principality, they both soon found themselves at a quaint neighborhood supermarket. Stepping inside, they were greeted by the tantalizing aroma of freshly baked bread and ripe fruits. As she wandered the aisles, her eyes lit up with delight when she stumbled upon a familiar sight – a display of chips, her favorite snack from back home.

"ah charles, its great so see you back at home, it mustve been exhausting, traveling around this season!" The lovely old shop keeper told charles welcoming the two,

as charles and the shop keeper conversed she wandered the aisles, her eyes lit up with delight when she stumbled upon a familiar sight – a display of plantain chips, her favorite snack from back home.

With a satisfied smile, [y/n] reached for a bag of the crispy, golden chips, savoring the taste of nostalgia as she added them to her basket. As she continued her shopping, she couldn't shake the feeling of contentment that washed over her. In this bustling city of glamour and luxury, she had found a sense of familiarity and comfort that made Monaco feel like home. And as she made her way back to where charles stood her heart full and her stomach satisfied, she couldn't wait to share her newfound treasures with her neighbor, trader joes "ode to the classic chip" this was one of her favorites.

The walk back to the apartments was a walk of tranquil silence.

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trashytrashsblog · 9 days

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So I want to make a rant or idk just give my opinion (?) about MCL:NG since seven episodes have passed.

I actually started writing it after the fifth episode but I abandoned it in the drafts... so lol.

I know that there is a section on the forum about it but my english is too bad and I need to curse. Also I'd like to comment freely with other players.

So let's get started!

The website is really cool and different it's like fresh air, sometimes is a little bit overwhelming (like the colours) nonetheless I like it. I don't get why there isn't italian in the languages, maybe we are less than I imagined.

The calendar is a cute idea but all the pop-ups when you collect the things instead of one are so annoying. Hope they make it into ONE single pop-up. Also when you get the jokers and they last three days and you can't or have nothing to play... like useless? okay? thanks?

The currencies? Don't let me started.... I get it, the game needs money to run but for fuck sake too many and poorly set. I can't get over the fact that I have to use APs for buying shit, every time I use them I feel bad because then I fear I won't have enough for the upcoming episode. Miss gold valute :(

The daily limited offer idk, I think it is a little bit too expensive for what it provides, especially considering that we can’t even choose the color scheme. Also, it doesn’t make sense to have a daily offer that you pay for when all the packs appear everytime. Although I read from some user on the forum that certain packs don't appear, dunno why. Anyways why don't you display all of them?

I have the same problem, like everyone, with the messages and the hearts. Hope they create a button where we can send and collect the hearts all at once. However I don't like so much the limited daily hearts. The graphics are very pretty though, and the messages we receive from the flirts at the end of the episode are a delight for me.

The minigames are more interactive compared to the MCL ones but I also have mixed feelings. The daily missions are a cute idea for collecting fashion items or forniture. Hope they add gems or something similar to find OR could the tickets buy other things that might be more useful like jokers. The Style contest could have been ten times nicer if it didn’t penalize you for not choosing the most popular outfit, which happens to be the one with more exclusive items. So it leads you to choose not what you prefer but what hypothetically everyone would choose. Recently I read about it from other players here on tumblr bc it's actually a bit ridiculous to see podiums all the same.

The wardrobe..... confusing as hell. Why there are items that I can't even try.... frustrating. At first I tought that the merged shop was a bad thing but now I changed my mind because this way I can see how the clothes go with the ones I already have. Speaking about graphics, I like them, I like the possibility of editing the room, Taki is a cute little accessory. The personalization choices of the character is satisfying but I miss the gray eyes they were my favourite :c Also I noticed that the expressions with the mouth open seem weird, as if there is something wrong in the proportins. But maybe it’s just me. I think there are less basic free items already present in comparison to MCL like moles, eyebrows, a little makeup...

Everything every single things brings me to a point were I feel the urge to buy packs, vips just for regular things (I don't know how to explain it) unlike the old games were it was funnier to buy special items.... now it seems like I'm buying base items beyond the extravagant ones.

The game dynamics left me perplexed at first, but I think I will have to get used to it. It’s a continuous and infinite expenditure of AP. Getting used to paying 2 AP for each answer was already difficult, but now having to pay even 40/80/120 aps… It makes me so mad... in italian I would say vafanguuul!!! The fact that i don't have the lov'o meter on sight I don't like it either and it seems that it only updates at the end of the episode and not in between or maybe I am wrong idk. Being able to relive the special moments however is a nice gem, especially after paying them. The briefing after finishing the episode is fun. Another thing that drives me MAD is having to buy the outfit after having already paid to fucking unlock it. At least give me the unlocked color???

BUT the illustrations, the story, the characters and their design ( god bless chinomiko) make me continue the game because it would be a lie to say that the story didn’t catch me (Jason Mendal I'm all yours and I wanna know everything about you) even tho the episodes are a little slow, maybe because we are just at the beginnig...expecting drama, fun time and some serious topics too...

And that's it, for now ahahahah xb

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charon-cries · 6 months

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how do you determine your color palette...? color is something i have a lot of difficulty with and i really want to learn how to at least figure out a color palette 😅

i guess another way to phrase it is how did you go about learning color theory?

the number one most helpful thing i did for myself when teaching myself to color was to realize that every artist colors differently.

i already knew color theory in advance, i memorized every word i had been told throughout every highschool art class i had taken, but knowing the actual facts and knowing how to apply them are very different skills!

if you haven't learned the facts of color theory, i highly suggest these two videos (thing 1) (thing 2). <- the most important part of watching those videos is to hold them in your head as facts. if watching them doesn't make you necessarily understand how to apply them, that's okay! these videos are to give you the skills to be able to study color.

for a simple example, when it comes to picking colors based off the mood of your piece, pretty much everyone knows that blue will make an image feel more sad and emotional. yellow feels happy, red feels angry, pink feels affectionate.

a great way to teach yourself how to APPLY mood through color is to go back to a drawing you're already very proud of, and just mess around recoloring it. pick one thing you want to work on and try to use your color choices change the emotional effect of the piece.

it's incredibly helpful to use a piece that you have already colored, preferably one you're the most proud of. this is so that you aren't stressing yourself thinking about things like proportion or composition, and allows you to think solely about your color choices.

here's my example! for this example, my goal was to make this one feel far more bleak than my original finished piece.

i achieved this change by shifting the colors to all be more cold and desaturated, as well as making the blacks of his undershirt and tie look more washed out. most people associate cool colors with sadness, and dull colors with defeat. mixing those two makes the mood more bleak. color placement can also change a lot— for this version, i placed a lot of the blush color (which i desaturated significantly) higher up his face, which gives him a more horrified and thoughtful expression

once you've done exercises like this once or twice, a great way to decide how you want to color is to find out how other people pick their colors. one way to do this is color picking studies, and another is to watch youtube videos like this one where an artist explains their personal thought process while choosing colors.

if you'd like to know how i, personally, go about picking my colors, i would be happy to make a separate post outlining my process! it would take a pretty long time, though, because a lot of my process is to not leave things alone until i'm satisfied with how they look

the thing about being a self-taught artist is that everyone tells you that the way to get better is to "just practice," but that's not the whole story! art is a skill you have to build, and i've found the most effective ways to improve are to do studies, and to learn how to spot your mistakes and problem-solve until you can fix them.

i hope this was a good way to get you started on learning how to internalize and apply color theory! the more you study, and the more you learn, the better your results will be

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Chapter 3 of my Kit Tanthalos x OFC.

I hope you guys enjoy it, we are getting into the plot of the show next chapter ♥️♥️

The room was bathed in the soft, early morning light, a delicate hue of gold seeping through the cracks in the curtains. The world outside was still and serene, a stark contrast to the turbulence within Lyra's mind. The remnants of a restless night clung to her, haunting her thoughts like the fading echoes of a distant storm.

Unable to find solace in sleep, Lyra had spent the night in the grip of a recurring dream, a vision of a castle standing defiantly amidst the chaos of a thunderstorm. Its location remained unknown to her, yet the dream had left her profoundly unsettled. In the quiet predawn hours, she sat on the edge of her bed, wrapping her arms around herself as if to shield herself against the unseen forces that had troubled her subconscious.

Through the small window in her shared chamber with Bruni, Lyra sought refuge in the sky, watching as the first tendrils of sunlight began to paint the heavens with delicate hues of pink and gold. The sunrise, usually a source of comfort, felt distant today, unable to penetrate the shadows that clung to her thoughts.

After a while, determination sparked in her eyes, and a silent decision was made amidst the silent whispers of dawn. Rising, she moved with purpose, choosing to face the day despite the heaviness in her heart. She selected her attire thoughtfully, the fabric cool against her skin, and deftly braided her hair, the practiced motions a familiar anchor in the midst of uncertainty.

Her gaze shifted towards Bruni, still lost in the depths of slumber, her face peaceful in the soft morning light. A tender smile tugged at the corners of Lyra's lips. She approached Bruni's bed, leaning down to gently rouse her from her dreams. Bruni stirred, her protest evident until Lyra's voice, soft as a whispering breeze, reached her ears.

"I'm leaving, 'B'," Lyra said, her fingers threading lightly through Bruni's tousled, blonde hair. "I'll see you later during breakfast."

Bruni, her eyes heavy with sleep, nodded slightly, a gesture of understanding. With a final, affectionate touch. Lyra left the room, her heart heavy with the weight of the dream but determined to face the day ahead.

The castle was awakening, a symphony of muted noises filling the air as servants hurried about their tasks. Lyra, with her morning duties yet to claim her attention, found solace in the quiet moments before the day truly began. Since that night, that pivotal conversation with the princess, something had shifted in the atmosphere of the castle. A subtle change, imperceptible to most, but keenly felt by Lyra.

Walking through the winding corridors, she mulled over the recent exchange with Kit. They were far from friendship, that much was clear, but a bridge, tentative and fragile, seemed to have been built between them. The tension that once crackled in the air between them had mellowed into a quiet understanding, and that brought a rare smile to Lyra's lips.

Her steps, guided by a newfound purpose, led her to the castle gardens. The vibrant blooms were a riot of color, a stark contrast to the somber stone of the castle walls. Perhaps, Lyra mused, a touch of nature's beauty could bring some warmth to the princess's chambers. With careful hands, she began selecting flowers, each choice made with precision and care. Roses, delicate and fragrant, found a place among daisies and tulips, their colors blending into a harmonious arrangement.

Satisfied with her selection, she prepared to leave, her arms cradling the bouquet gently. But just as she turned, her gaze fell upon a lily. A flower she had avoided since her teenage years, the memory of a past she wished to forget associated with its elegant petals. Yet, this particular lily was different. Its pristine white seemed untouched by the stains of the past, and its fragrance hung heavy in the air, promising a sweetness that beckoned Lyra.

Caught between past aversion and present curiosity, Lyra hesitated. Then, with a determined breath, she bent down, her fingers gently cradling the lily's stem. Four lilies joined the bouquet, their presence a testament to Lyra's silent resolve to face the ghosts of her past. With the bouquet in hand, she made her way to the castle kitchens.

The kitchens were a bustling haven of activity, a sanctuary for sizzling pans and the fragrant dance of spices. Lyra's entrance was greeted with the sweet morning greetings of the maids, their smiles warm and genuine. Their camaraderie, the unspoken language of shared tasks, was a comforting melody in the young woman's ears.

With the careful grace of a practiced hand, Lyra placed the bouquet on an empty table, the vibrant colors a stark contrast to the neutral tones of the kitchen. Her fingers, accustomed to the tender touch of petals, lingered over the blossoms. Each flower held a memory, a delicate thread linking her to a time when her mother's hands, just as skilled as her own, had woven tapestries of blooms to make every new place they visited feel like home. The art of arranging flowers had always been more than a task; it was a cherished tradition, a piece of her mother that Lyra carried with her wherever she went.

Today, amid the quietude of the kitchen and the fragrant blooms before her, the weight of her responsibilities seemed to lift, if only for a moment. A soft smile graced her lips as she lost herself in the intricate dance of arranging the flowers, a skill that brought her not just joy, but a profound sense of connection to her roots.

In the midst of her task, the world outside the petals blurred. For a while, there was only the scent of the flowers, the gentle rustle of leaves, and the memories of her mother's laughter interwoven with the fragrance of blooming roses. It was a brief escape, a respite from the duties that weighed her down and the expectations that bound her.

But the tranquility shattered like glass when a hush fell over the kitchen. The ambient sounds hushed, replaced by the soft footsteps of someone entering. An intuitive prickle danced at the edges of Lyra's awareness, a subconscious recognition of a presence. The sudden silence stirred her curiosity, her blue eyes lifting from the blooms to find the source of the interruption.

"Good morning, Your Highness," a maid's voice, laced with deference, broke the quietude. The title hung in the air, reverberating with a weight that made Lyra's heart skip a beat. Slowly, her gaze traveled beyond the maid, and there, in the doorway, stood Kit.

The sight surprised her, the princess's presence in the kitchen was an unexpected turn of events. The bouquet forgotten for the moment, Lyra's attention was now entirely captured by the royal figure framed in the doorway.

The kitchen was a symphony of morning sounds, the clinking of utensils, the crackle of the stove, and the soft murmur of the maids engaged in their tasks. Lyra's greeting cut through the ambiance, her voice carrying a warmth that matched the gentle sunlight filtering through the windows.

"Kit! You're up early!" she exclaimed, her smile as radiant as the dawn. Kit responded with a slight, almost imperceptible nod. But before their conversation could progress, Annora, a kitchen maid with an air of authority, interjected.

"Lyra Calloway! Do not call the princess by her given name; I raised you better than that!" Annora's reprimand was stern but not unkind. Lyra's shoulders straightened instinctively, and she dipped into a graceful curtsy, her eyes respectfully lowered in the presence of royalty.

"Sorry," Lyra murmured, chastened by Annora's admonishment.

"Oh, no, it's fine. I asked her to call me that," Kit intervened, her voice carrying a gentle authority that quelled any lingering tension. Annora and the other maids, now assured of the princess's permission, resumed their duties, leaving the space around Kit and Lyra uncluttered.

Lyra turned her gaze to Kit, her hand absently finding solace in the petals of a lily. The princess appeared ready for the day, and a mixture of concern and hope flickered in Lyra's eyes. She knew the significance of Kit's presence here; it meant she had likely faced a troubling night. Before Lyra could voice her concern, Kit rushed to speak.

"I couldn't sleep, not after a conversation I had with my mother last night," Kit confessed, her words rushed as if she needed to expel them before they weighed her down further.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Lyra said softly, her eyes filled with understanding. The unspoken question hung between them: What had transpired between mother and daughter to cast this shadow over Kit's morning?

Distracted, Kit's attention shifted to the array of food in the kitchen. "Is there something I could eat?" she inquired, her words almost tumbling over each other in haste.

"Sure, breakfast will be served in an hour, but we already have bread if you'd like some," Lyra offered, gesturing toward a tray laden with freshly baked bread. Kit nodded her gratitude, selecting a piece and retreating to a quiet corner to enjoy her simple repast.

Lyra watched her, the lily forgotten in her hand. A thought, soft as a whisper, flitted through her mind. Perhaps Kit would appreciate the lily today. Perhaps Kit would choose the lily this time. The notion hung in the air, unspoken but pregnant with significance.

"Who picked the flowers?" Kit asked between bites, her curiosity piqued by the vibrant blooms on the table.

"Oh! You like them?" Lyra's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. The possibility that her gesture had been appreciated warmed her heart.

"It's absurd," Kit said, her words measured, her gaze resting on the flowers. "I mean, they would die in a matter of days."

Lyra's fingers loosened around the lily, and she instinctively tucked it behind her back. "Yeah... absurd," she agreed, her voice soft, almost melancholic.

Silence enveloped them for a few moments, a contemplative quietude that hung in the air like a fragile thread. Lyra cleared her throat, her eyes meeting Kit's with gentle concern.

"Is there something I can help you with?" she asked, her voice a soothing melody in the midst of the kitchen's morning bustle.

"No, I'm ready for the day. I think I'll go and spend some time with Airk until breakfast," Kit replied, her tone light but her eyes carrying a hint of lingering unease. With that, she left the kitchens

Lyra stood in the bustling kitchen, a curious blend of emotions swirling within her like ingredients in a complex recipe. After Kit's abrupt departure, a peculiar sense of quiet settled around her. The fragrant aroma of fresh bread wafted through the air, mingling with the delicate scent of flowers.

Without a word, Lyra turned, her nimble fingers deftly undoing the intricately woven bouquet she had so carefully crafted. Each blossom was dismantled with precision as if Lyra were disentangling her own thoughts, unraveling them one petal at a time.

A familiar presence approached, and Annora, the wise and nurturing figure who had guided Lyra through her time in the castle, questioned her softly. "What are you doing?" Annora's tone was gentle, her eyes reflecting the empathy she felt for the young girl before her.

"I just think that maybe the bouquet was too big for just one chamber," Lyra replied, her voice a mere whisper in the bustling kitchen. Her gaze fell upon the scattered flowers, each one holding a story of its own, a tale whispered in delicate hues and fragrant notes.

Annora's hand touched Lyra's arm, the touch a comforting reassurance amidst the storm of emotions. "Were you going to put them in the princess's chamber?" Annora inquired, her eyes filled with understanding. Lyra nodded, her eyes betraying a hint of vulnerability

"So, I was thinking of making smaller ones, just in case someone else wants one," Lyra explained, her voice carrying a note of quiet determination. The act of creating, of weaving beauty from raw materials, was Lyra's solace, a sanctuary where the troubles of the world melted away beneath the artistry of her hands.

A warm smile graced Annora's lips, a smile that held a wealth of affection for the girl who had become like a daughter to her. "Well, I would love to have one when you finish," Annora declared, her words a testament to the bond they shared. She leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss on Lyra's forehead, a silent acknowledgment of the love and respect that flowed between them.

And so, amidst the bustling kitchen and the intoxicating scent of flowers, Lyra continued her work, her hands moving with a grace born of both skill and love.

With the bouquets cradled carefully in her arms, Lyra made her way through the bustling corridors of the castle, the vibrant colors of the flowers a stark contrast to the stone walls that surrounded her. Annora's bouquet, lovingly crafted, was left behind on the kitchen table, a testament to the bond between the maid and the young flower enthusiast.

As she walked, her steps infused with purpose, Lyra's keen eyes spotted Bruni, her ever-curious friend, standing nearby. Bruni's greeting, usually joyful, quickly transformed into a puzzled expression as she took in the array of flowers in Lyra's arms.

"What are you doing?" Bruni inquired, her curiosity piqued by the sight before her.

"Just in the mood for flowers," Lyra replied, her lips curving into a small, mysterious smile. The enigmatic response only deepened Bruni's confusion, but she didn't press further, sensing that Lyra had her reasons.

Bruni's sharp eyes, however, didn't miss the distinctive lilies among the blooms. She pointed at the two lilies artfully arranged together and the solitary lily left in a corner of the kitchen. "Are those lilies?" Bruni questioned, her voice carrying a hint of surprise and concern.

Lyra met Bruni's gaze, her own eyes holding a mixture of determination and something else, something hidden beneath the surface. "Yes, even those. Goodbye," she said hurriedly, her words hanging in the air as she continued on her way, leaving Bruni standing there.

With grace in her steps and an air of purpose, Lyra moved through the corridors of the grand castle, her arms laden with colorful bouquets. The delicate fragrance of the flowers wafted around her, creating a sweet, comforting aura. Her first destination was Prince Airk's chamber. Lyra's heart swelled with a warm glow as she carefully placed a bouquet in his room, imagining the delight it would bring to Bruni. The thought of her friend's happiness filled her with a sense of accomplishment, a small act of kindness in a world often marred by complexities.

After leaving Airk's chamber, Lyra found herself standing before Kit's door. A moment of hesitation lingered in the air as she considered placing a bouquet inside. Yet, she remembered Kit's distaste for flowers, a preference that stood in stark contrast to Lyra's own love for the blossoms. A faint frown tugged at her lips, a silent acknowledgment of the divide between them. With a determined sigh, she chose to respect Kit's aversion and walked past the door.

As Lyra continued her journey through the castle, she tried to uplift her spirits, focusing on the positive aspects of the day ahead. The vibrant sunlight streaming through the stained glass windows illuminated her path, casting a mosaic of colors on the stone floor. The echoes of her footsteps resonated in the halls, accompanying her as she moved forward, both physically and emotionally, ready to face whatever challenges the day might bring.

Amidst the sunlit corridors of the castle, while Lyra embraced the day with optimism, a shadow seemed to loom over Kit. Her night had been restless, leaving her irritable and discontent. As she navigated the morning, an impending meeting with her mother cast a cloud over her otherwise strained mood.

Yet, in the midst of her turmoil, spending time with her brother, Airk, brought a semblance of comfort. Their ongoing conversation became her sanctuary, a refuge from the impending encounter with her mother. During breakfast, her mother attempted to engage her in conversation, but Kit, resolute in her decision, chose to immerse herself in the dialogue with Airk, a deliberate act of defiance against the discord that threatened to consume her day.

Under the cerulean sky, Kit bid farewell to her brother after breakfast, her steps purposeful as she headed towards the training grounds where Jade and Lyra awaited. The mere thought of joining her friends brought a hint of solace to her troubled heart. Even though she had only recently met Lyra, there was an inexplicable tranquility in the girl's presence that Kit found oddly comforting.

As Kit approached the pair, her eyes met Lyra's, and a genuine smile graced her lips. But before she could reach them, her joy waned as she noticed Lyra's departure. "Lyra, wait!" Kit's voice held a hint of disappointment, her confusion etched on her face. "You aren't staying?" she asked, her expectation of Lyra's presence during her training evident.

"No, I have some duties I need to tend to," Lyra replied, her departure leaving Kit standing there, a sense of abandonment gnawing at her.

Left with a frown, Kit turned her attention to Jade, who mirrored her confusion. Attempting to push aside the confusion, Kit greeted Jade, but her tone lacked its usual cheerfulness. "I am engaged," she stated plainly, her words hanging heavy in the air.

"What?" Jade's disbelief was palpable, her voice a mixture of shock and concern.

"I am to marry the prince of Galladoorn, five days from now," Kit continued hurriedly, her words laced with resignation. "My mother let me know yesterday."

A heavy silence fell between them. "Kit, are you okay?" Jade inquired, her worry evident as she followed Kit's steps.

"I am not, but there is no way to get me out of this," Kit confessed, her voice laced with bitterness and despair. Seeking solace in the conversation, Kit changed the subject, her eyes falling upon a small bouquet of lilies in Jade's hands.

"Are those lilies?" Kit asked, a tinge of curiosity coloring her tone, eager for a distraction.

"Oh, yes," Jade replied, momentarily distracted by the change in topic.

"I got a lily once, on my fourteenth birthday," Kit recalled, her voice softening with the memory. "It was left outside my chamber door. I never knew who left it there."

"What did you do with the lily?" Jade inquired, her curiosity piqued.

"Nothing. I was careful not to step on it and carried on with my day. When I returned in the afternoon, it was gone. Perhaps Airk took it and gave it to some girl," Kit replied, her voice tinged with melancholy.

"You never found out who left it?" Jade asked, her curiosity evident.

"No, and I never received another one. Where did you get the bouquet?" Kit inquired, her eyes drawn to the familiar blooms.

"Lyra gave it to me just before you arrived. She said she picked them out this morning. Isn't it lovely? She left some bouquets in the chambers," Jade explained, her fingers gently tracing the delicate petals.

A pang of regret washed over Kit as she realized her earlier thoughtless comment about the bouquets. If she had known Lyra had chosen them personally, she might have appreciated their beauty more. "Yes, it is," Kit murmured, her voice soft, her regret unspoken.

Tapping Jade's knee twice, Kit stood up, her determination flickering back into her eyes. She needed to focus on something positive. "Well, shall we start training for the day?" Kit asked, her tone slightly brighter, ready to lose herself in the familiar rhythm of combat.

The grandeur of the dining hall buzzed with conversations and clinking cutlery, but Kit's eyes flickered over the faces, searching for one that was conspicuously absent. Lyra. The absence struck her, a jarring discordance in the routine of their shared evenings. Even Airk, usually oblivious to the nuances of Kit's companions, noticed Lyra's absence, voicing his query with a furrowed brow. Kit's response was casual, dismissing her own concerns, but a lingering unease knotted her stomach.

Throughout dinner, Kit artfully maneuvered through conversations, her responses carefully calibrated to deter any further inquiries into her well-being. She managed to enjoy her meal in relative peace, stealing glances toward the door whenever it opened, hoping to see Lyra's familiar figure. But the night stretched on, and Lyra remained conspicuously absent.

Later, after dinner, Kit and Airk retreated to their chambers, their laughter echoing through the corridors as they raced up the stairs. Kit triumphed, her grin wide as she stood victorious at her chamber door, reveling in her win over her brother. As Airk retreated into his own room, Kit's eyes were drawn to a small bouquet of flowers delicately placed on a table. Lyra's bouquet. The sight brought a smile to her lips, a fleeting reassurance that perhaps all was well.

Yet, as Kit entered her own chamber, an unspoken disappointment washed over her. The room was empty, devoid of Lyra's presence. The lavender scent that had become a comforting routine was conspicuously absent, replaced by an unsettling void. Kit's eyes darted around the room, searching for the familiar bouquet, but it was nowhere to be found.

A pang of worry crept into Kit's thoughts. Had she upset Lyra somehow? Pondering the possibility, Kit changed into her nightclothes, her mind awhirl with questions. Why would Lyra be angry? Had Kit done something to offend her?

Sitting on her bed, Kit extinguished the candles one by one, shrouding the room in darkness. She waited, expecting Lyra to burst through the door any moment, a smile playing on her lips, ready to dismiss Kit's worries. But the minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity, and still, there was no sign of the redhead.

Frustration and anxiety gnawed at Kit's thoughts. She decided to close her eyes, an attempt to will away her worries and force herself into sleep. But the silence was oppressive, her ears strained for any sound, any indication that Lyra was near.

Then, the door creaked open, and Kit's heart leaped in her chest. She reached for the knife hidden under her pillow, a precautionary measure against any possible threat. But then, a soft voice cut through the darkness. "Kit?"

Kit remained still, her breath catching in her throat, not daring to respond. The footsteps approached, soft and tentative, and Kit could smell the familiar fragrance of lavender as it wafted towards her. The tension in her shoulders eased slightly.

Lyra moved around the room, her footsteps purposeful yet gentle, until the comforting scent of lavender was placed on a nearby table. Kit allowed herself a small smile, the tension in her chest releasing. She felt Lyra's presence retreat toward the door, but then, a soft sound reached her ears - two knocks, gentle yet deliberate, against the wood of her bedside table.

Lyra left, her silent reassurance echoing in Kit's ears. The darkness around her seemed a little less daunting, and after that small, meaningful gesture, Kit finally succumbed to sleep, a fragile peace settling over her.

As the days inched closer to Kit's impending wedding, a noticeable distance had crept into Lyra's interactions. While Lyra continued to assist Kit with her morning routines, their interactions had lost a touch of the warmth that once characterized them. It had become a functional relationship, void of the camaraderie that Kit had grown accustomed to. They would share brief moments of laughter and conversation, but the moments were fleeting, interrupted by a quiet withdrawal.

The walk to breakfast had transformed from a jovial affair to a brisk escort. Lyra would guide Kit toward the grand dining hall, but rather than joining her as she had before, she would simply ensure Kit was settled before slipping away.

On the training grounds, Kit noticed that Lyra had chosen to stay with Jade, her cheerful presence never lingering during Kit's sessions. The absence was palpable, and Kit couldn't help but feel a sense of abandonment, even though she knew she had no right to feel that way.

Each night, Kit would find her nightgown thoughtfully chosen and laid out for her. The lavender scent still clung to her room, its soothing aroma providing solace amidst the growing turmoil. But Lyra no longer visited during Kit's waking hours, and the conversations and laughter they once shared had become fleeting echoes, whispers of a connection slipping through their fingers.

Kit grappled with the weight of her impending wedding. She loathed the phrase "her wedding," each repetition acting as a harsh reminder of the life that was swiftly approaching. The reality of the union was a noose tightening around her neck, suffocating her every thought and action. In those moments of torment, Kit found herself yearning for Lyra, for her touch, for the lavender, for the fleeting reassurances that now felt like lifelines.

Even though she knew Lyra visited her chamber each night, leaving the lavender and tapping twice on her bedside, Kit resisted speaking to her. She feared that by breaking the silence, she might inadvertently extinguish that fragile thread connecting them. And so, her voice remained trapped by her doubts and anxieties, shackled by her longing for what she couldn't fully comprehend.

Each day inched them closer to the wedding, and as the world around Kit whirled with preparations and festivity, she felt herself drowning in a sea of obligations. The wedding loomed like an oncoming storm, and the only anchor she had was the memory of Lyra's silent reassurances.

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legendary-pink-dot · 1 year

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Stages of Growth

Pairing: Francisco "Catfish" Morales x reader (no gender specified, but female in my mind)

Rating: Mature (is that still a common rating today? I'm an Old)

Warnings: A couple references to sexual activity, but nothing too graphic.

Word Count: 1,000 on the nose

Summary: A chronicle of your relationship, and Frankie's hair.

Notes: Fuck you, Pedro, for having such pretty hair. I spend way too much time thinking about it. And about Frankie generally. ❤️

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When you first met Frankie, his hair was medium brown and short. A close-cropped buzz cut, mandatory for basic training, given to him without choice. It suited him, but also didn’t – a perfect match for his ambivalence about joining the military and what the service meant for him. You wondered what personality his hair would have once it had a chance to grow in. What kind of man Frankie would become, the promise his future held, what kinds of things he could and would learn to do.

When you finally had your first night together, he had just arrived home, on leave from a long deployment, your letters having kept him company and chronicled your growing connection. His military haircut had been allowed a reprieve as well, one of the perks and markers of being chosen for Special Forces training, needing to blend in with the locals of the various foreign countries he was sent to. That length of hair reflected well on him and the way he carried himself with new confidence, though there was still a tendril of ambivalence left, along with one wayward tress on his nape that insisted on rebelling, growing literally sideways with no sign of ever giving in.

On that first night Frankie had let you excitedly fist your hands into his longer locks as you kissed, quietly observing how it added fuel to your fire. Later that night, he let you guide his mouth to wherever you wanted it on your body, your hands in his hair acting as reins or restraints when needed and as silent praise when not. When you came, you had pulled his hair so hard that he saw stars and it spurred his own high, barreling him uncontrollably into it seconds later.

By the time he quit the military after many years of dedicated service, his locks had matured into a deeper brown – “English Walnut 7533” according to the Pantone color chart you had pilfered from your interior design firm – and had changed shape and texture, expressing itself in mostly neat, evenly shaped waves and curls, especially in humid weather or the rare time he let you style it for him with your carefully chosen products.

One of your best memories from that time was a hazy, lazy day in the tropics when you were both too overcome with the heat to do much else but lie in shaded loungers on your balcony. Frankie was suffering from the temperature, and the light strokes of your fingers across his brow hadn’t been enough to soothe him, or to satisfy you.

Coconut was the hotel room’s free shampoo offering, and soon the scent of sweet suds had wafted between you. You felt tiny soap bubbles pop, carbonation as you slid your fingers through his locks; you saw the frown lines on his forehead gradually smooth out as his eyes drifted shut and he sighed in delight; you felt the air around him drop several degrees purely from relaxation. You relished his moans when the cool rinse water sluiced down his scalp and into the repurposed ice bucket from the previous night’s champagne. Despite the humidity, his curls had dried by the time night fell, only to turn into sweaty waves again once you tumbled into bed with newfound energy to explore each other’s bodies.

On his first day at work as an aviation mechanic, his pilot’s license having been suspended over some cargo he shouldn’t have flown, he smushed his hair into an old baseball cap that read “Standard Heating Oil”, borrowed from a close friend and military comrade, and took to wearing it almost constantly. He said it was for practical reasons and that he was just too lazy to fuss over his hair, but you knew better. That hat was the first thing he took off when he got home, and the last thing he put on when he left, like he was some method actor with dual personalities.

When he came home a week late from a private group mission gone disastrously wrong, dropping his bags in the doorway and enveloping you in a crushing hug, one of your hands had automatically threaded into the curls on the back of his head, longer and strongly defined now, more for you to hold and more for him to be anchored by.

When he finally shared what went wrong on the mission and how they had lost their leader and friend, he buried his face into your neck, your tears trickling down your cheek to be absorbed by his scalp. One glance downward and all you could see was his locks shot through with silver and grey – much more of it than he had left with. Whatever he went through in South America had quickly accrued compound interest.

He had also lost his hat somewhere during the mission, and from then on never wore one again unless required to at work.

When he had nightmares or panic attacks from that mission, the touch of your hand gently weaving through his hair was his lifeline, something to focus on as he fought his way back to reality and to you.

Now solidly in middle age, Frankie has fewer nightmares, the dreams having receded both in frequency and intensity, and the silvery grey evolution of his hair color seems to have abated too, a rare pause in time.

He keeps his hair at the length you like: long enough for the curls to fully develop and be free, but short enough that he doesn’t have to fuss over it too much. He lets you style it, even lets you wash it for him as your new Sunday evening relaxation ritual. He lets you do whatever you want; you’ve earned it after everything he’s put you through as part of his messy, fractured life.

Tomorrow, Frankie’s pilot license is finally set to be reinstated. Maybe you’ll suggest he get a haircut to celebrate this next stage of his life. Or maybe not.

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