#Felix even if I’m going really obscure

[hyunsvngs]

kinktober !

kink: knifeplay

pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader

wc: 3k

knifeplay: consensual BDSM edgeplay involving knives, daggers, and swords as a source of stimulation.

It was perfect. You had fake blood all over your room, staining your once blue sheets, but the costume was perfect. 

For Halloween, your friends had decided to host a party at one of the dorms. You and your best friend, Jeongin, had decided it would be the best idea to dress up as Sidney Prescott and Ghostface. Your costume was quite easy - you already had an old denim jacket you could cover in blood, and a basic lilac top to go underneath it. When put together with a simple black pair of jeans, you felt completely ready. Your costumes were going to be the best.

The Instagram pictures would be amazing, too, you decided while walking to the party. You didn’t have a long way to walk, and it was quite amusing listening to the kids screaming for candy outside people’s doors - but all you could hope was that one of the members of 3Racha had actually cleaned the dorm this time, and not left it all on Hyunjin.

Music was already booming when you arrived, reverberating around your sober brain and making you wince. Would you regret coming here?

You realised you really did regret it, when the front door swung open and you were met with fox-like eyes in a… a fucking Pokemon trainer costume. Felix emerged from behind him, sharp yellow ears perched on his head and his cheeks covered in red. 

“Listen,” Jeongin began, gloved hand reaching out to you. You sighed, shutting your eyes. “It was Felix’s idea. Look at him. He’s really convincing, and I’m sorry I didn’t text, but Chan’s put this stupid no phone ban on and-”

“Look!” Felix chirped, and when you finally saw him… well, you understood what Jeongin meant. He was in yellow dungarees, tail wrapped on a string around his waist and little ears bobbing with his glee. When he looked at you, his face fell. “Oh. Oh, I’m so sorry. Did you guys have something planned, or-”

“No, not at all, Lixie,” You murmured, pulling him in for a hug. He really was so cute. No one could resist him. “I’ll find my Ghostface somewhere.”

Felix nuzzled into the hug, wrapping his arms around you, before he was squealing. “Seungmin’s dressed up as Ghostface! Oh, Innie, did you plan this?”

You blinked, turning to Jeongin. Seungmin was your arch nemesis, but only purely on the basis that you both had some heavily unresolved sexual tension.  Jeongin wouldn’t do this to you - or so you thought, because when you looked at his face, he was looking extremely guilty. “I know you have some… issues, but it needs to end now. It’s making things awkward, and, and… you can take pictures together, y’know? Then be friends,” He was mumbling, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. His Pokemon hat obscured most of his face, but you could still see the pout on his lips. Fuck this. You had the two sweetest men in front of you apologising, expecting you to be angry at them, but even you weren’t that mean.

You sighed, finally pushing past the two figures to enter the party. You were immediately attacked by a black plastic streamer dangling from the ceiling, and you swatted it away with a grunt. “It’s fine. Let’s do the pictures, then.”

It had always been the plan - to take pictures all together before the party really got into full swing. You had a feeling you’d been a little late because there were already quite a few people there. Still, you diligently walked into the kitchen behind Felix and Jeongin anyway, where everyone was standing around, conversing.

There he was. Ghostface mask pulled halfway off of his head to reveal dark, menacing features and a black cloak draped over his slender figure. Chunky black boots made an echoing noise as he tapped his foot impatiently on the tile, sipping out of a glass with one gloved hand and the other holding - a knife. It glinted in the light as he spun it around with his fingers, playing way too comfortably with the blade. Oh. Oh, no. Someone was playing a practical joke on you. 

“Is that knife real?” You squeaked, and Seungmin turned to you with a glare. “Like, it’s not a prop…? Why do you have a real knife?”

Seungmin raised an eyebrow, then his lips were curling upwards with a smile. “To finally kill you with.”

“Haha, that’s so funny,” You deadpanned, but half of you was considering if he was being genuine about it. It wouldn’t surprise you - he was a sadistic fuck, always had been since you met him. It was why you wanted him so bad. “Let’s take these pictures. I’m already over it.”

Felix fiddled with his camera, flicking off the lens cap and trying to get it in the perfect position on the counter. You scurried in front of Seungmin as he walked over after placing his cup aside. Once Felix had set the timer, he ran in front of the lens and clutched onto Jeongin. Oh, yeah. What was Seungmin supposed to do, given that you were matching?

You had your answer quickly. With one gloved hand, he pulled his mask down and pulled you into him by the waist, and then he was positioning the knife at your exposed collarbone. It nipped teasingly, the blade threatening to draw blood. You looked down in shock, only to see Seungmin’s hand confidently holding the handle - god, was he skilled with this? He hadn’t killed people, hopefully, but… what if he was into something like this?

Wetness pooled in your panties at the thought. It’s a kink straight out of your deepest, darkest desires. The idea of being too scared to move in case the knife bites at your skin, dripping crimson liquid down your body only to be lapped up by the blade again… yeah. It was hot, and for some reason, with your fake-enemy pressed against you, it was even hotter. You didn’t even blink when the flash went off, too focused on trying to keep your breaths even. 

Seungmin dropped his hand once the picture was taken, and then he yanked the mask back again. He was staring at you with a bewildered expression, but he looked somewhat impressed. Pulling you to one side by your arm, he gripped your waist again, trapping you against the wall so he could whisper into your ear. “Did you get turned on when I held that knife to your neck?”

“No, what’s wrong with you-“

“I heard you holding your fucking breath,” Seungmin hissed. “That’s fucking insane, you know? Dressing up as Sidney and then getting all… like that. It’s like you wanted me to do it.”

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. Seungmin’s eyes flitted around your face. “I was actually meant to match with Jeongin, so maybe I wanted him to.”

“Oh, c’mon,” Seungmin scoffed, rolling his eyes. He pinched his temples, and then he sighed. “I know you want to fuck me. God, I want to fuck you too, so bad. I’m sick of playing this stupid push and pull when I could be upstairs fucking you with this knife to your neck right now.”

Your eyes widened. You let out a puff of air, trying to find the words to say, but you only noticed that fuck, Seungmin was awfully close all of a sudden. His breath was heavy on your burning cheeks. When you looked around the room, you could see that no one had noticed the two of you - Felix was too busy still jumping around and Changbin and Jisung had dressed as Peter Pan and Tinkerbell. You wanted to coo at Changbin, his bulging arms so adorable in the little green dress and wings, but you were definitely more engrossed in what Seungmin had to say.

“The party. We can’t leave, you know?” You finally spoke, and Seungmin pulled back. You wanted to cry. He looked around the room, nodding, before he was pulling the mask back onto his face and obscuring his annoyingly perfect features. 

“Half an hour. Jisung’s room, upstairs. Is that alright with you?” His voice was muffled, and you had to crane your head a bit to hear him. You nodded nonetheless, and he gave you a quick wave before disappearing into the crowd of dressed up men. 

You sighed heavily. This was about to be the longest half an hour of your life.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Jisung’s room was chaotic. You had literally no idea why Seungmin had decided on his room out of everyone’s - surely Hyunjin’s would be better, or even Chan’s with the mood lighting? You opened the door anyway, entering the small room and stepping over piles of clothes to lay back on the bed. At least the bedsheets were cleaned. Jisung’s lamp was the only source of light, leaving the room basked in a creepy orange Halloween atmosphere. It definitely fitted the setting.

It had been exactly half an hour. Seungmin was late. Was he ever late? In your whole pseudo-friendship, you were sure he’d never been late, and-

The door burst open and a masked figure emerged. You jolted, sitting upright on your hands and blinking at the man in costume. It briefly crossed your mind that you couldn’t even be sure it was Seungmin, and then he was tearing the mask off, throwing it aside. 

“It’s still me,” He said, tone soft. Was he a mind reader as well as a borderline psychopath? You nodded, wiggling forward on the bed when he sat across from you. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Did you bring the knife?” You responded. Seungmin burst out laughing, and then he was bringing it out from his jean pocket, beneath the cloak. 

“You are very fucked up. Has anyone ever told you that?” He murmured. You stared at his gloved palms as he threw the knife aside, moving on the bed to pin you down against the mattress. You wiggled impatiently, spreading your legs to allow him between them. Your chest heaved, staring up at him with doe eyes as he blinked down at you.

“‘M not fucked up,” You mumbled, pouting. Seungmin chuckled.

“What was it Billy said in the movie again? ‘It certainly fucked you up, it made you have sex with a psychopath’? Is that not what’s happening right now, baby?” His breath was hitting your face again, and you just couldn’t help it this time. With one hand on the back of his neck, you pulled him down, pressing your lips against his in the filthiest kiss you’d ever shared. Seungmin groaned, hands meeting your waist and delving into your mouth with his tongue. You let him nibble into your bottom lip, let him nearly draw blood with his teeth until you were whining, bucking your hips up for more. 

You whined, chasing his lips for more kisses. You heard fabric rustling, and then Seungmin was pressing an ice cold blade to your neck. You shifted immediately, laying back against the pillow and looking up at Seungmin obediently. He just smiled, appearing borderline menacing in the dim lighting of the room. You were so fucking wet.

“You do get off on this,” Seungmin mused. He leaned back on his ankles, letting the knife drag down your body. With a clean swipe, it was cutting through the fabric of your tank top and leaving you in just your bra. “Should I make you bleed, hm?”

“You can- you can do anything you want, Seungmin,” You sighed, arching your back to get more of the feeling of the blade against you. Seungmin bit his lip, dragging the blade down to your jeans. He wouldn’t be able to cut through that fabric - it’s too thick, he’d need something sharper. You could practically see the cogs turning in his head and then he was shaking his head, unbuttoning your jeans and yanking them down your legs. They balanced precariously on one ankle, and you kicked them off before eyeing Seungmin up and down. “Are you… gonna get naked, or?”

“I have different plans for tonight,” Seungmin replied quickly. He gripped the knife firmer this time, until he was dragging it down to your underwear. You knew you were wet, and you shut your eyes and moaned loudly when he pressed the blade into the wet spot forming in the fabric. You thanked every god that the music was still just as loud as earlier. “I’m going to finger you and play around with this knife. I don’t think you could handle more tonight.”

He was right. Another thing that irritated you beyond belief was the fact that Seungmin seemed to read your mind. First with your silly knife play kink, and now with the fact that you definitely couldn’t handle full blown sex tonight. You would’ve tried, and gotten yourself all fuzzy over it - but he knew better. 

“Okay,” You agreed. He hummed once more, and then he hooked the blade into the lace of your underwear, cutting them off of your body. He was a bit heavy handed though, and your legs thrashed when the blade nicked your skin just a little, causing a small crimson red cut to bloom on your hip bone.

“Oh, would you look at that?” He ogled the cut, running his thumb over it. It made you whine in pain, yet he ignored you and thrust his thumb into your mouth. The taste was tangy, a bit too metallic for your liking but the whole thing was so fucking hot you couldn’t deny him anything. “Did you like that, too? Okay. We’ll explore that another time.”

Seungmin threw the knife aside once more, and then two long fingers were pressing into your folds. You laid there with legs spread, letting him explore every dip and crevice in your pussy and examine how wet you were. You knew you were dripping, and he did too - it was just a waiting game. 

You squirmed, bucking your hips up. “I’m wet enough. I promise that I am, just-“

You gasped when he pressed the knife against your throat again. You hadn’t even seen him grab it. “Stay fucking still,” He warned. “I decide when you’re ready.”

Well, you could definitely get on board with that. Seungmin sunk his middle finger into you nonetheless, meeting no resistance. Your hole was dripping around him, leaking down to his knuckle and making him sigh in approval at the sight. He still had his gloves on, the faux leather buttery and smooth inside of your hole. “This pussy’s tight, huh?”

“I’d clench it for you,” You breathed out, letting one of your hands grab your tits over your bra. The knife was still pressed tightly against the column of your throat, but you managed to pull your tits out of the lace, making Seungmin’s eyes instantly flit down to your pebbled nipples. He started to thrust his finger inside of you, the material of his gloves dragging on your rim. “I’d- I’d clench around your cock, Seungie. Make it so tight for you.”

“Yeah?” Seungmin breathed. On his next thrust in, he pushed another finger in, and then he was curling two directly at that lovely spongy spot inside of you. “I’ll look forward to it, baby. Do my fingers feel good?”

“So good,” You gushed, tweaking your nipples with your fingers. “It’s so good, and- the knife, oh god-“

“Is it like you imagined, yeah?” He moved up to your side, easing his pressure on the blade so you could turn your head and kiss him. It was just as filthy, and he moaned in approval when your walls fluttered around his digits. When he pulled away, a string of saliva connected you both. “Maybe next time, I’ll fuck you with the handle of the knife.”

You keened, starting to bounce your hips against his hand. He obliged with your movements, pressing his palm up against your clit and letting you grind the sensitive bud into his calloused hand. It was just the right amount of soft and rough, making your toes curl in your socks and your orgasm build steadily, a white hot pleasure in your pussy. 

“It’s- I need it-“

“God, do you even know what you need?” Seungmin chuckled, kissing your cheek. “I think you need to cum for me, don’t you?”

You nodded erratically, letting your head fall onto his shoulder. Seungmin dropped the knife to his opposite side once more, replacing it with a firm grip to your throat with his spare hand. The sight of his gloved digits around your throat and restricting your airflow had you wailing once more, gripping his wrist and grinding with renewed fervour. 

“I think- oh, I’m gonna cum,” Your lips parted, letting out muted moans and whines at the feeling of his fingers inside of you. “Oh, yeah, I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum for me then, no need to make a noise,” Seungmin was still amused, and you gasped before you were cumming. “That’s it, there you go.”

You felt your hole gush around his fingers, soaking the material of his gloves with white cum and your clit throbbing through your orgasm. It felt good, not only to cum but to also finally have some tension resolved with such a prominent person in your life. 

When you finally came to, you were still gasping, breath heavy and burning your lungs with every exhale. You heard Seungmin coo at you, laying back and dragging you onto his chest. 

“Good?” He questioned, and you nodded.

Then, something hit you. “Seungmin?” He hummed in response. “You cut my shirt open. What do I wear for the rest of the party?”

Seungmin stopped breathing, and then he burst out laughing, full body laughs wreaking havoc on his body. 

“It’s not funny!” You whined, but you were giggling too, slapping his chest playfully.

“You can wear the cloak, baby,” He kissed your nose. “I have clothes on underneath.”

You hummed, nodding. “You still have to wear the mask though.”

“Fuckin’ freak,” He mumbled, but he was still grinning.

“You like it.”

Seungmin kissed you again, chaste and sweet. “Unfortunately, yes.”

[leth-writes]

Hello. Could you write for yandere Volturi Kings (separately or poly) and soulmate female reader?

Yandere Volturi x soulmate reader

Aro

oh no. Oh no. I’m so sorry.

Aro is honestly quite manipulative. He’s able to read minds, afterall, and he spends a lot of time just sifting through your memories, picking out your insecurities and anyone who’s ever said anything mean to you. He sends Felix after the latter and comforts you about the former, but the fact that you’ve never told him about your insecurities definitely means you’re unnerved.

Is really obsessive. You occupy his thoughts most of the time, and he spends most hours of the day with you at least at the back of his mind. Every time he sees a new painting, he thinks about bringing it back for you.

You have a small museum in your rooms, just from the gifts he’s stolen from the various galleries around Volterra and Italy as a whole.

Keeps you locked high in the tower, Corin constantly beside you. You’re essentially drugged, constantly loopy and exhausted. You’ll be awake for a couple of hours out of the day, in which Aro spends time reading to you and quizzing you endlessly about your life, as well as feeding you by hand. He prefers fruits like strawberries, loving to watch the way you bite at them, then kissing the juices off you lips. He’s just kinda like that.

Loves watching you sleep. He spends most of his time just looking at you, eyes wide and face frozen into a creepy grin. Sometimes you bolt awake and he’s just… staring at you in the dark. Has definitely made you scream and cry in fear before. Doesn’t really feel bad, wants you to think he’s more dangerous than he actually is.

Probably exaggerates the truth about vampires, for example, not telling you about the glittering. You just see him coated head to toe in blood and know something’s happened. It helps keep you in line, seeing him with that horrifying smile, face completely obscured with blood.

Honestly the worst out of the three. WILL kill your family if you try to escape, and shows you the bodies. Don’t try, it’s for the best.

Has Chelsea weaken the bonds with friends and family until they’re practically non-existent, giving you a sort of amnesia.

Makes you sit in court, just to see how ruthless he is. He wants you terrified of him.

Caius

Caius is strategic, yes, but he isn’t nearly as sadistic as he may seem. Aro is more terrifying you on purpose to keep you in one place, while Caius accidentally terrifies you through his temper. He’d never hurt you, but you’ve seen him in court.

The second he learns you’re scared of him, he forbids you from going into court. Secretly has Corin make you happy while you’re alone with him, so you begin associating that contentment with him.

Otherwise, doesn’t let anyone use their abilities on you, including Aro. Keeps his brother far away from you, though he does let Marcus spend time with you.

Seeing how hurt Marcus is by the death of his soulmate puts it into perspective for you, and you’re noticeably nicer to him afterwards.

If another vampire even looks at you, he’s attacking them and ripping their head off.

Also keeps you locked in the tower for your own safety.

If another member of the Volturi hits on you, they’ll be tortured for days before Caius deigns to kill them. Death will be a mercy.

Turns you as soon as possible, though probably still keeps you in the castle complex. You aren’t allowed to leave, he’s still quite protective.

Marcus

Marcus is a bit of an odd case. We don’t really see what he’s truly like, only what he’s like after years and years of depression.

However, St. Marcus day was named after him for a reason, hinting toward toward his wisdom and cunning mind.

As a result, Marcus slowly becomes more and more… himself. The others liken it to him waking from a long slumber.

You’ll have quite a lot of freedom, moreso than the other two’s darlings combined. He absolutely does not want a repeat of what happeend last time, so he focuses a lot on keeping you happy. Long walks through parks, visits to museums, anything for you. However, he does rent those spaces out prior, so you can’t actually see any other people, sorry. It sucks, but it’s better than the tower and the constant sleeping.

He’s a hopeless romantic, and works really hard to get you to trust him. He wants your relationship to be genuine.

As he wakes up, he starts to show more personality and to be more possessive. He’s still quiet, but he takes on a more intimidating exterior to anyone except you. He just kinda lurks behind you like a silent shadow, waiting for a guard to try something, at which points he just fucking decimates them. He’s an extraordinary fighter when he isn’t so focused on his depression.

Tells you stories about Didyme. He’s not comparing, but he knows she would’ve loved you, and he wants you to feel her presence.

[st4rwon]

give me your tmi!

how skz tries to get closer to you!!

bang chan 방찬

chan was bored and ended up going to a cafe

to his surprise you were there, he politely greeted you, though something caught his attention

you were watching a youtube video on something of your interest

“oh yeah I’ve recently gotten into this and am trying to learn more about it” you said with a smile

the boring sunday afternoon had ended up in the both of you learning more about it

“i think your doing it wrong chan” you said giggling

“i don’t know what you talking about this looks great!” he said sarcastically

now sunday’s were dedicated to spending time learning about new hobbies with esch other

minho 민호

you peaked your head into the dance room to make sure no one was there

you had wanted to impress the others by learning the choreography to one of their songs (easier said than done)

you watched the video in front of you carefully trying to understand the moves when you heard a laugh behind you

none other than minho

“here let me help you”

he showed you the steps again but you just stared at him blankly

“idiot”

“hey I’m trying here” you said jokingly punching him in the shoulder

that day had ended up with lots of joking remarks from minho, but you untimely learning the chorus’s choreography

changbin 창빈

changbin had been having a stressful day at the studio

he kept messing up and decided to go to gym to get him mind off things

once he finished his work out, he bumped into you

“oh sorry” he apologized “oh hey yn! how’s it going?” both of you had a short conversation

“you wanna grab something to eat, you seem pretty tired” you offered

the both of you headed to a small shop and ordered something

surprisingly the conversation flowed well, you had never seen this side of changbin usually only exchanging “how are you’s” with each other in the studio

“thanks a lot for this, but next time let me pay”

‘there’s gonna be a next time?!’

hyunjin 현진

you and hyunjin had stumbled into each other on your way to a park

the both of you were planning to take some time alone but thought it would be nice for the both of you to talk

when he was talking to you he started picking up about the small things you did like fidgeting with your ring when you were happy or writing things down on your hand so you wouldn’t forget them

he ended up making a note about all things you had mentioned that you’d liked just to make sure that he would remember (tho he didn’t really need it because every word you said was engraved in his head)

he would often get your trinkets or little gifts that had something to do with what you had shared with him

han 한

when the movie had ended some of the members had gone home and the others went to their rooms

this led only you and han to be sitting in the living room

“wanna play 20 questions?” he asked

one round turned into two, two turned into four

you switched games to truth or dare and started asking each other to do the most obscure things

chan peaked outside of his room due to the sheer amount of laughing he heard

“YOU KISSED-“

“STOP IT WAS A WEIRD DREAM” han screamed

he had never had this much fun with anyone

felix 용복

you and felix were well acquainted enough to send random texts to each other

usually none of them would be serious just memes or “what’s new for you?” texts

one day you had sent him the location to a cafe that you thought he would enjoy

felix had actually been to the cafe recently with the other kids, somehow they had managed to spill coffee all over one of the new workers there and were now way too embarrassed to go back

after sharing the story you had started talking about a something similar

you both ended up texting each other for an hour or so just talking about random things that were funny, you didn’t even know what the conversation was about anymore

felix giggled at his phone while chan was giving him a questioning look

he hadn’t seen felix this giddy about something in a while

little did he know that after that day felix would spend all his break in his phone talking to you

seungmin 승민

on occasions you would join the kids to dinner

one day you needed a ride and seungmin had offered one to you, little did you know that one wrong turn would change your relationship forever

“oh crap this is the wrong way sorry” he said apologetically knowing that you had work tomorrow and it was already late

though that one turn had turned into many

the long drive had given the two of you time to talk one on one learning more and more about each other

when you had gotten to your house there was a visible frown on your face

“that was fun, we should do it again” seungmin said

jeongin 정인

when all the members were busy, jeongin had ended up calling you to play with him

to his surprise you were excited and got on your pc immediately

you two played games for hours while sharing laughs, screams, and cries for help

he didn’t even know it was capable to play as long as you both did, usually getting tired after an hour or two

please don’t spam like posts, repost, translate, or use my work without my permission. all work is fictional and only used for entertainment purposes. © azurez 2023

[celandeline]

Summer of Like // Farleigh Start x OC (11)

On screen, the girl slowly crawls out of the television, her long black hair dripping wet and obscuring her face. 

Above me on the couch, Venetia watches in horror, her mouth hanging open as she turns her head away from the screen. “Oh my god!”

The library is dark - the sun having long disappeared behind the maze and no one having bothered to turn on the lights. It adds to the ambiance, I think, the how the long shadows cast by the bookshelves seem to make the corners of the room into deep recesses where monsters might hide. All of us are gathered here - the sectional sofa not big enough to hold the eight of us.

 On the end of the couch, James watches with his head propped up against his hand. To his right, Elspeth and Pamela gossip in whispers, barely paying attention to the movie. Squished together at the other end, Venetia is all but sitting in her brother’s lap, and Felix is hiding his face in her hair - anything to not have to watch the horror on screen.

Three of us sit on the floor. Oliver is tucked between Felix’s legs. I lean against Venetia’s knees next to him, and Farleigh has his head leaned back in the space between Venetia and Pamela, his gaze unflinching as he takes in the atrocity.

“Why is she wet?” Elspeth asks aloud as the girl mercilessly kills the journalist’s boyfriend. 

“Because she’s been down the well Mum, geez.” Felix says, barely moving from the safety of hiding behind his sister. 

My attention moves from the screen and I tip my head backwards, looking up at Venetia. Catching my look, she grins, and winds one of her hands into my hair, stroking like a cat, her fingernails gently scratching against my scalp. I close my eyes as she sifts through my curls, and savor her touch. I swear, I would do anything for her if she only asked. 

Her hand retreats from my head, and I let my eyes flutter open. Farleigh is looking at me, amused, his big brown eyes reflecting the light of the TV screen. I quirk an eyebrow, a silent question.

“You really are her dog.” He says, low under his breath as he turns back to the movie. 

I roll my eyes, and go to hit him in the thigh, but he grabs my hand in the air, and brings it down gently against his leg instead of the blow that was coming. He keeps his hand there, on top of mine, sandwiching my palm against his thigh.

I turn my eyes back to the screen to pretend that he didn’t just win whatever that was. I can’t wrap my head around him. At all. One minute, he’s perfectly friendly - we joke, we share cigarettes, we talk in the way that people that have mutual friends do. But then, like a change in the wind, it’s that night on the steps all over again - he’s teasing with narrowed eyes with the word ‘dog’ on his lips. And now, he’s holding my hand on his thigh like we’re-

A loud screech from the TV startles me out of my thoughts, and I jump, hands clenching from the jolt of adrenaline that shoots through me. Next to me, Farleigh swears as my nails dig into the meat of his leg. I pull my hand back to see blood on the very tips of my fingers. “Oh- shit, fuck, sorry, Farleigh are you-?”

Farleigh stands up. “I’m fine.” He says, sounding pissed off and not fine at all as he scoots past me towards the bathroom. 

Venetia leans forward. “What’d you do?”

“I accidentally clawed him in the leg,” I say, getting up to go after him. “I’ll be right back, I just want to make sure he’s good.”

Venetia nods, and leans back against her brother as I step over Oliver’s outstretched legs and follow Farleigh’s path out of the library. The house is just as dark - darker, even, without the light of the TV from the library - but the light streaming into the hall from the little cabinet bathroom makes it easy to find him. 

Farleigh’s got his leg propped up on the toilet, dutifully wiping the beads of blood away from his thigh with a tissue. He doesn’t look up when I come to a stop in the doorway, but says, “I said I was fine.”

“Well you don’t sound fine.” I say. “You sound like you’re going to cut my leg off while I’m asleep tonight to get revenge.”

He snorts, and looks up at me. “It’s basically a cat scratch, Eves, I’m good.”

“Okay.” I say, but I still linger in the doorway, watching as he places a band-aid over his leg at an angle. There’s a million things I want to say dancing on the tip of my tongue - to apologize again, to ask him what his problem is, to ask why he was basically holding my hand - but what comes out of my mouth is none and all of it at once. “I’m sorry. Do you like me?”

The grin on his face falls as he stands up. For a moment, we just look at each other - him, bathed in the warm light of the bathroom, a halo through his curls like the sun, me, half in the darkness of the hallway, looking up at him. “What?” 

“You-,” I start, and then pause, gathering my thoughts. “You keep doing this thing, where you act like we’re almost friends, and then you’ll call me Venetia’s dog, and then you’ll pretend nothing happened, and you were just holding my hand-”

“I like you.” He cuts me off. 

I expect him to elaborate, to say something else, but he doesn’t. Instead, we just look at each other for a moment, before I break the stare. “Okay.” I say. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He says, looking back down at his leg, and then grinning at me. “Hardly the worst thing a girl’s done to me.”

I roll my eyes, but smile.

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[lunamaraproject]

LUNAMARA: Fragments [1]

🦢

It’s not like Felix enjoys unpleasant jobs - it just seems that it always falls to him to be the one to do them. 

Perhaps he has too much of an approachable face, so people feel comfortable with asking him to do more than others would. He would like to think it’s because he’s more capable, but he knows he isn’t. He doesn’t enjoy paperwork and slogs through it with gritted teeth. He’s much more comfortable dealing with people face to face, but knows that even in that area, some people find him too chummy and familiar for their tastes. 

Still. Unpleasant jobs must be done.

Felix takes a deep breath, and knocks on the door of the Office for Administration of Internal Affairs. It’s a name as vague as its purpose - a catch-all term for rooms full of people who pick up the pieces when things go wrong. 

“Identification,” says a tired voice from the other side, muffled by the door. It used to be that an automated responder would ask and identify him, but now they’re back to the old fashioned way. It’s funny, really.

“Case Manager Felix Cygnus,” he replies, smiling to himself. 

“Access denied,” comes the sour-sounding not-auto response.

“Awww, come on,” Felix pouts, leaning against the door forlornly. “I’ve traipsed all over Amethyst Ward today and you’re going to shut me out? Me? Your beloved Fifi?”

“You aren’t my beloved anything.”

Felix gasps. “Liar!”

Behind the door, there is a heavy sigh like all the moon's fragments have weighed themselves upon one set of stooped shoulders. Then, Felix practically falls to the floor as the door swings open, unlocked. He makes sure to sprawl himself out dramatically, including fanning his hair out in a way pleasing to the eye.

“Ow! Owwie! Owch! I think I chipped something!” he cries, writhing this way and that. “Rufie, I will sue for compensation!"

Sat behind a wide desk and nearly obscured by the sheer amount of paperwork, an impassive and unimpressed face stares down at him. Rufus Canis is young in years but with the soul of an ancient, and was already tired of Felix’s attempts to lighten the dour atmosphere of this place by hour 2 of working there. Felix fully suspects that the only reason Rufus hasn’t fired him is out of a sense of respect for a colleague he eventually came to be promoted ahead of, despite Felix having worked there since before Rufus was even born. His golden hair is cropped short for ease of care, and his dark green eyes have lost most of their shine from how long he’s spent staring at case files. There’s no glimmer to any of him, actually. He probably needs a nap. Lunamara will fall out of the sky before he ever takes one.

“Are you going to get up off my floor, or are you going to stare at me, Cygnus,” he gripes, already turning his gaze back to his work. “I’m busy. If you have enough time to play around, I have errands for you to run.”

“Ehh, but I just got back!” Felix whines, though he does get (gracefully) to his feet. 

This, too, is ignored. “Is Amethyst fully closed up yet?” 

“Ah, mmm…” The hesitation is answer enough.

“Those selfish bastards,” Rufus mutters under his breath. “The more districts and wards we have to keep open and supplied, the worse off the essential services are. Can’t even afford to run power to my intercom…”

“I’m working on it, Rufus, I promise,” Felix assures him, placing four more case folders on his in-tray. With how full it is, one would think he wouldn’t be keen for more. “They just need some time to come to terms with it. Find the right people to settle with.”

“If they don’t hurry it up I’ll put them to work myself or throw them off this stupid rock.”

Felix can’t help but smile at him. Rufus would, of course, never resort to such a thing. He’s all bark and no bite, like those adorable animals from down below. Dogs, that’s it. Still, it won’t do to tease a creature with teeth. 

“What else can I assist you with today?”

Rufus reaches to the left and picks up a folder with several colourful tabs sticking out of it. “I need you to run this report to Her Royal Highness for her perusal and approval.”

“Poor Elsie,” Felix pouts, taking the folder - and nearly dropping it, now that it’s become so dense and heavy. “She might start crying again if she sees this.”

“Every day I wonder how you haven’t been arrested for treason, Cygnus,” Rufus mutters. “Princess Elsennae is perfectly capable. She’s only 20 years younger than me.”

“Aww, Rufie, that means you could have a chance! Think of it like an office romance–”

“OUT.”

Felix makes quick on his escape with the folder, before Rufus really does start throwing something at him. The banter has cheered him up though, enough that the long walk from the offices to the palace’s main halls doesn’t seem quite so daunting. 

There was a time when this information would be transferred over connected terminals, rather than on foot by one particularly good looking Case Manager, but such frivolous uses of power are long since past. He steps over another chunk of stone and makes note of the gap in the archway that it came from - nobody will do anything to fix it, at this point, he knows, but he’d like not to get hit on the head if he can avoid it. At least the lights work. It really would be something desperate if even the palace couldn’t keep the lights on. 

Not that they aren’t in rather dire straits already.

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Comic [Prologue]

Art by Luka (http://nousanti.tumblr.com/) Story by Pidge (http://pidgestories.tumblr.com/)

[ninadove]

Hades for the ask game>=)

OH GODS THAT IS AN EXCELLENT ASK

Blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

Zagreus. Oh my god, Zagreus. My favourite video game protagonist hands down.

Many of my Felix mutuals like to joke that he would never play video games because of the whole “controlling a character” bit, but I’m here to tell you: he would play Hades, in fact he did play Hades while watching his father slowly die in the hospital, delivering the final blow without breaking eye contact Every. Single. Time.

And of course, he developed the biggest crush on Zagreus.

Zagreus spent his entire life (potentially centuries?) enduring the most horrifying abuse and then just. Woke up one day and decided he had had enough. He dies again and again and and again, always respawning in the very same prison he grew up in no matter what, but he does not let it get to him; instead, he picks himself up and tries again, just for a chance to catch a glimpse of the sun. Not taking any bullshit from anyone, but remaining kind and soft through his entire ordeal.

A model and an inspiration to us all. ❤️🩸

Scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

The ace lesbian ever. 💚🏹

(Baby girl please give me your Call boon in every run I’m begging —)

Scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

This one is hard because every single Hades character has a significant fanbase, even fucking Bouldy (as he should, I myself love him very much, but he’s literally a rock).

So I’m putting Meli here instead, because I want her in this post and she has nowhere else to go.

When I saw her eyes, I cried. Because one of the first things Zag asked Hades upon learning the truth about his parentage was wether or not he had any siblings. If there was someone like him, out there, going through similar hardships.

I was so happy for him I did not immediately realise that meant we would get a hella sapphic game. 🧡🌙

Glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

The one and only Froggo. 💚

(Seriously though, I want to highlight how incredible the release trailer is from a Marketing perspective. The team came up with a checklist of everything we wanted to see, from the long-awaited Apollo to the new love interests, and managed to cram everything in there in just over two minutes. And Froggo made the cut because they knew how much we loved petting Cerberus. It’s just *Chef’s kiss*.)

Poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

Nor really “problematic”, definitely not unpopular and certainly not pathetic, but I’ll put Nyx here because she’s a liiittle bit classist and was straight up mean to Dusa:

Let’s be clear, she’s still Best Mum (I do not care for this version of Persephone).

Horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

There’s only one (1) valid answer to this one:

But I also think Eurydice could do wayyy better than Orpheus. I haven’t forgiven him for not being a lesbian like I thought he would be when I first saw his design.

Eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

And I’d kill you; in a hundred runs, with a hundred different weapons, in any version of this game, I’d find you and I’d kill you.

[potionnotes]

15 September | Monday (midnight)

Right. So, I’ve finally worked out that if I ever want to get any sort of decent sleep during the week, I’ve got to finish Shah’s homework the same night it’s assigned. Otherwise, I'm doomed to be up the night before next class, staring at these cursed charts until my eyes fall right out, and I’m left with a grand total of three hours of sleep. It’s a nightmare, but definitely better than being in the Tuesday, Thursday, AND SATURDAY section! Can you imagine? May Merlin have mercy on those poor souls.

So, here I am, freezing my fingers off in the Astronomy tower, working on these bloody star charts. This time, it’s constellations—not quite as dreadful as tracking planets or mapping some obscure patch of the sky (it all looks the same, Shah!!), but still maddening enough to make me question my life choices (and Shah’s entire teaching philosophy, to be honest). If it’s not the mind-numbing precision, it’s the fact that I’m slowly turning into an icicle up here. My hands are going numb and I don’t know how much longer I can even hold this quill!!! Merlin’s beard, how does Amit do it?! The bloke’s actually up here with me, probably doing next week’s extra credit just for fun. Knowing him, he's finished this week’s homework yesterday. I’ll go ask if I can just borrow his work for a moment (so I can copy it, obviously)

He said no. 

Well, he didn’t exactly say no, but I knew that look. Thanks, Amit. Cheers.

Bet if I had some Felix Felicis, I’d never get that look again. Read it’s a nightmare to brew, though… Still, it might be worth getting a head start. Imagine the awe when I pull it off in class... They’ll all finally see my brilliance.

Anyway, for my own record:

Orion (The Hunter) (utter misery)

Cassiopeia (The Queen)

Ursa Major (The Great Bear)

Aquarius (The Water Bearer) (absolute bane of my existence)

Cygnus (The Swan)

Taurus (The Bull) (yet another bane of my existence)

Hydrus (The Water Snake)

Crux (The Southern Cross)

Pegasus (The Winged Horse) (more insufferable than the other two combined)

Canis Minor (The Lesser Dog) (BEST constellation ever)

Done! Now off to get my precious five hours of sleep. Spectacular. I really should come up with a potion that actually wakes me up. Tea and coffee just don’t quite cut it.

[oraclekleo]

Stray Kids as Villains (non tarot)

Disclaimer:

This isn't tarot related

These are my personal impressions

I'm in no way saying any of the members would ever be as evil as described here

This is a hypothetical scenario 'what if'

Some things might trigger you, don't read if you are overly sensitive person

Stray Kids as Villains

(Based on my observation, non-tarot)

Bang Chan

Bang Chan really oozes some daddy vibes so I think, in a twisted reality, he could become the super perfectionist father, forcing his child to achieve the goals Chan had himself but for some reason wasn’t able to reach. You know the type of father who will put his daughter through a drill on the ice ring to push her towards an olympic gold medal for ice skating. The type of villain who sort of means well and wants his children to be more successful in life than he was but in fact ruining their lives, pushing them into extremes. He might be super bitter about his own failed ambitions, blaming others and circumstances for his life failures. So yeah, not exactly a super villain but more like an everyday person gone too far over the border.

Lee Know

Lee Know would make a good Joker but that’s not the only villain he could portray. He’s sort of a wild card. He might become any type of villain but I can mostly see him as a shady but sort of fun and sarcastic villain, someone who knows how to bend or break the rules. A leader of high class thieves, the brain of a super complex heist, that’s Lee Know. His charisma can seduce a cashier in a bank so he can pull some crucial security information from her, he can dress up as a janitor to map the bank and the positioning of CCTV, he can easily play a wealthy foreign potential investor talking to the head manager of the bank and letting them show him their vault security level. Lee Know and his crew would rob the bank successfully but Lee Know being too greedy would also have a watertight perfect plan on disposing of his minions so he doesn’t have to pay them and there’s no risk of anyone breaking at police interrogation.

Changbin

Changbin is a tough one. He’s not very villainous in my eyes but let’s try. He gives both boyfriend and daddy vibes so I guess he could go a similar way as Chan. Only he would be the overprotective and possessive boyfriend, who checks his lover’s phone, texts them every hour asking where they are and who is with them. His love could go toxic and unhealthy. The Bluebeard type of a villain. Changbin would slowly separate his lover from their friends and family completely so nobody would actually notice when they disappear. Changbin would murder them and somewhat preserve them so they remain his dolls in some basement gallery of his own and he would ‘collect’ lovers like that. Oh! So I could actually come up with a pretty scary villain even for a guy who doesn’t look villainous. Ain’t I a genius? Lol!

Hyunjin

When it comes to Hyunjin there are more options but I’m gonna go with the most scary one (as I usually do). I think Hyunjin might make a good psycho cult leader. The type of a man, who gathers devoted worshippers around him, especially those who will gladly serve him in more intimate ways. He would teach about some obscure and hella crazy beliefs. He’s a charismatic manipulator and a persuasive rhetorician. He would make his worshippers do anything for him. Sorry for going this dark here and if it triggers you, you shouldn’t read a post about villains.

Han

Oof! Han is too sweet for a villain… I don’t know. Maybe he could be like a sidekick to a villain? Something like an evil version of Batman’s Robin? A young ward of a cruel and greedy villain, a boy only knowing immoral behaviours and so acting like a bully at prestigious school because he knows nothing better? I guess I can’t really figure anything harder for him.

Felix

Felix is also kinda sweet but I can come up with a villainous version of him. He would make a great Venom. He would make such a perfect anti-hero, a guy who would actually be envious of his buddy’s successes that he would be willing to team up with an evil space entity in order to acquire some super powers to match those he’s envious about. He would gladly sacrifice his own personality and autonomy to the parasite.

Seungmin

I don’t know… Seriously. I have no idea. I’m open to your suggestion here because I have spent an hour on Seungmin and I just don’t know.

I.N

Okay! I know! An evil ancient demon waking up after a thousand years of forced imprisonment and ready to sweep the human kind off the earth’s surface. Something like Imhotep in the Mummy movie with Brandon Fraser, if anyone here ever saw it. I.N would make such a great ancient spirit going for revenge spree and hitting the world with one disaster after another. He would have some magic powers or super powers, maybe even needing to perform some bloody ritual sacrifice at the top of some temple in the middle of the jungle. Releasing the powers of some ancient evil to the world. Invincible demon I.N

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Theoretically Forever

[Adrien POV sequel to Hypothetically Ever After, childhood friends AU, adrienette, fake/pretend relationship]

Adrien Agreste has had a crush on Marinette Dupain-Cheng for as long as he can remember.

Unfortunately for him, however, she’s only ever had eyes for his older brother Félix, who’s never so much as looked her way.

But when an opportunity suddenly presents itself to turn the tables and rewrite the script on their relationship, Adrien finds himself hard-pressed to turn it down… Especially when it means getting to date the love of his life.

Even if it is only fake.

AU where PV Felix is Adrien’s older brother. inspired by the novel “the boys next door” by jennifer echols. hello and welcome back to the brothers AU fic series that no one ever asked for yet i remain obsessed with. 

read it here

chapter one

Adrien Agreste had been in love for as long as he could remember.

Or at least since the age of five, which was practically the same thing.

It may have seemed a bit excessive, or perhaps even absurd to most people. But he’d always been considered mature for his age—more advanced than most of his peers, according to his tutors—and he had a pretty solid grasp of what love looked like, thanks to his parents.

Although his father wasn’t the most demonstrative with his affections, it was clear that his mother and father were crazy for one another. It was there in the way they gazed at each other when they thought no one was looking; in the way his father’s eyes seemed to find his mother the moment she walked into a room, and the way her face lit up when she found him in return. And most of all, it was clear in the way they loved and cherished him and his brother Félix: dearly, wholeheartedly, and without reserve.  

Still, five was pretty early for romantic love by most standards.

But Adrien didn’t care. He knew it was real. Even if no one else seemed to believe him.

“Maman, when I grow up, Marinette and I are going to be married,” Adrien declared proudly, beaming up at his mother where she sat on the edge of his bed.

Émilie paused, her hands hovering above the blankets that she was tucking around him. Her lips stretched into a smile.

“Is that so?” She said, smoothing the covers over him with one hand while the other reached out to softly card through his hair.

Adrien nodded emphatically, his hair falling into his eyes and obscuring his vision.

“Uh-huh. And we’re gonna have a big house with a waterslide and live together with you and Papa and Félix forever.” He wiggled under the covers, his body filling with excitement at the thought.  

“Oh really?” His mother pushed the hair back from his forehead, laughter clear in her voice even though he couldn’t see her facial expression. “And what if Félix wants to marry someone and live with them instead?”

His vision now clear thanks to her ministrations, Adrien gazed into his mother’s warm green eyes; the same eyes he saw reflected back in his own face every time he looked in the mirror.

“Well, they can live with us too,” he decided finally, his mind made up. “It’s going to be a big house.”

“And what if Marinette wants to marry someone else?” Émilie asked, one brow raising in question.

Adrien didn’t even bat an eye.

“She won’t, Maman,” he assured her, his lips pulling back in a sneaky grin. “I'm a real catch, you know.”

At that, his mother burst out laughing, her eyes sparkling as she leaned down to kiss his forehead.

“Yes you are, my love. But for now, why don’t you focus on catching some sleep... It’s quite late, you know.”

Adrien snuggled down into his pillows, satisfied at having made his mother laugh, and assured in the knowledge that there was no way Marinette Dupain-Cheng could possibly wind up marrying someone else.  

They were made for each other, after all.

Even if no one else knew it yet.

-x-

Present

-x-  

Adrien had been dreaming about this summer for the better part of the last year.

It had been a warm light on the horizon, and the only thing that helped to carry him through some of the bleaker winter days in Paris. The days where everything outside his window had been cold and grey, and there was no solace to be found inside—the frigid air chasing him through the empty halls of his perpetually silent home.

On those days, especially, he’d clung to that light, letting the warmth strengthen him even when it felt like the darkness might last forever.

But now they were finally here, after so many long days and nights.

Adrien took a deep breath in, savouring the clean, fresh air in his lungs.

It smells like home.

His moment of gentle introspection was brought to an abrupt end by his older brother, who rudely hip-checked him out of the way, nearly running over his toes with the wheels of his rolling suitcase in the process.

“You’re in the way,” Félix said, making his way toward the house without sparing so much as a glance at the natural beauty around him.

Adrien withheld a sigh, refusing to let his brother’s early morning surliness dampen his euphoria.

Summer was here, they were finally back at the lake, and all was right with the world. Or at least it would be shortly.

Fishing his phone out of his pocket with one hand, Adrien dialled the number he’d had memorized since almost before he knew how to count to ten without relying on his fingers.

“Hello? Hi, Sabine, it’s Adrien. Is Marinette there?”

-x-

After getting settled in and unpacking his things in record time, Adrien found himself with both time and energy to spare.

He was too amped up to play video games or sit down and watch something, and he didn’t want to wander too far from the house for fear that he might miss Marinette’s arrival.

And so he made his way to his brother’s room, content to dedicate his efforts to his third favourite pastime:

Annoying his older brother.

Bursting into Félix’s room without knocking, Adrien bounded across the floor, throwing himself onto the bed with a dramatic sigh.

“Yes, do come in,” Félix intoned without looking up from his book. “Make yourself at home. You’re not disturbing me at all…”  

“Brother, have you no compassion for my poor nerves?” Adrien cried, slinging an arm across his forehead with enough melodrama to bring his acting coach to tears. “Don’t you know what today is?”

“It’s Thursday.”

“No! I mean, yes, technically it is Thursday, but that’s not what I meant. Today is a much more important day. I’m finally going to be reunited with Marinette, after nearly a year of not seeing her!” He grabbed a pillow, hugging it to his chest and repressing the urge to squeal like an infatuated schoolgirl.

The intent must have been clear in his posture though, if Félix’s disgusted scoff was anything to go by.

“A most auspicious occasion, to be sure.” His brother’s tone was glacial.

Adrien lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling ponderously.

“I think I’m in love with her.”

“Uh-huh.”

“She doesn’t know I exist.”

There was the sound of a page turning. “I find that particularly hard to believe when considering the fact that she’s been your friend since you were in preschool.”

“No, I mean, of course Marinette knows I exist physically,” Adrien said, struggling to find the words. “I meant like…mentally. Romantically.” He fell silent, pouting up at the rafters.

She’s never looked at me because she’s been too busy mooning after you, Adrien thought resentfully in his brother’s direction.

Oblivious to his internal grumbling, Félix sighed, closing the book he was reading with a snap.

“If I tell you what you want to hear, does that mean you’ll give me my bed and my peace and quiet back?”

Adrien rolled over, shoving his face into the comforter and letting out a pathetic groan.

Félix sighed again.

“If you want her to consider you seriously, then you’re going to have to step up your game,” Félix said at last, his words brusque and business-like. “Make your intentions so clear that there’s no way she’ll be able to misinterpret them.”

Lifting his face from the comforter, Adrien shot his brother a suspicious look. “Okay, but how?”

Although to the untrained observer, Félix’s expression may have appeared impassive, Adrien was easily able to pick up on the glint in his icy blue eyes.

“…I can think of a few ways.”

Adrien bristled, his face reddening.

“Pervert,” he muttered, pushing himself up and off the bed, no longer interested in continuing the conversation if Félix was going to insist on being so unhelpful. Besides, what did his iceberg of a brother even know about relationships, anyway? Theirs really was a textbook case of the blind leading the blind.

Adrien shook his head, heading for the door.

Before he could reach it, however, the intercom in Félix’s room buzzed, which could only mean one thing.

Someone was at the front door.

Adrien’s heart leapt straight into his throat.

“Oh my god, she’s here!” He lurched forward, only to double back at the last second, wanting to check his appearance. He fussed with his hair, pushing it back behind his ears and straightening his shirt until he was satisfied that he looked half decent.

“You look like a twat,” Félix said, his version of a compliment.

Adrien eyed his reflection, his face twisting with disgust.

“You’re right. I look like you.” He shook his hair out again.  

When he caught Félix rolling his eyes in the mirror, Adrien stuck his tongue out playfully.

“You’d better hurry, otherwise Father is going to be the one to greet Marinette at the door, and we both know what his idea of a welcoming committee looks like…”

At his brother’s not-so-gentle reminder, Adrien bolted, single-mindedly focused on subverting disaster and making sure that his father didn’t do anything horrible that might scare Marinette away before he’d even gotten the chance to say hello to her.

Unfortunately for him, however, disaster seemed intent upon finding him that morning.

Throwing the door open with a bit more force than was strictly necessary, Adrien all but catapulted himself forward, oblivious to any perils that awaited him. Which meant that he’d barely set one foot over the threshold before he was immediately colliding with another fast-moving body.

Well, he had time to think before the inevitable descent began, I don’t need to be a physics whiz to know how this is going to end.

With nothing to grab onto to steady himself, and plenty of g-force behind him, Adrien practically flew through the air, landing on the floor with an inelegant thump, successfully and quite spectacularly knocking the wind out of himself.

He was given very little time to contemplate the cruel nature of gravity, however, because suddenly a high-pitched feminine voice was speaking in his ear, causing his breath to catch for an entirely different reason.  

“Adrien!”

And then he was on his back, two slim arms wrapping around his torso and squeezing tightly.

Adrien’s head spun, the combination of a lap full of soft teenage girl and her titanium grip—which was slowly cutting off his air supply—doing funny things to his brain.

“Can’t—breathe, Mari—” he wheezed, his vision going spotty at the edges.

“Sorry!” Marinette laughed, the sound echoing in the quiet of the hallway. “I’ve been working out more lately and I guess all that weight training is finally making a difference.”

She began to pull away, and Adrien felt a rush of panic.

Oh no, she’s getting up, a little voice in his brain cried in alarm. Don’t let her leave—!  

He quickly tugged her back down, his grip tightening as he cradled her against his body, inhaling deeply. How was it possible that she smelled even better than he remembered—sweet and smooth, with an undercurrent of spice that made him want to dig his nose into the point where her neck met her shoulder and drink her scent in from the source.  

Ashamed at the direction his thoughts had taken, Adrien turned his face away, trying to ignore the burning in his cheeks.

“It’s okay,” he said eventually, his next words coming out far more earnestly than he’d intended. “I’m glad to see you.”

Marinette didn’t respond, but Adrien felt the way she softened in his grasp, melting into him just that bit more. His heart fluttered.

“Ahem.” Félix cleared his throat, shattering the tenderness of the moment with the impact of an atom bomb.

Oh my GOD, has he been there this whole time?? Adrien grimaced, trying not to be offended by the way the sound of Félix’s voice sent Marinette scrambling out of his lap like his pants had just caught on fire.

He eyed his older brother distrustfully, taking in the look of smug superiority he wore. It was clear by his expression that Félix knew exactly how much Adrien had been enjoying that impromptu embrace, and how much he was currently cursing him out in his head for interrupting it.

“If you’re both quite finished, I’d prefer it if you moved your tearful lovers' reunion to a location that isn’t the middle of my bedroom doorway.”

Adrien flushed, shooting daggers at his brother behind Marinette’s back.

I know where you live, he mouthed silently.

Félix merely smirked.  

“F-Félix!” The soft breathlessness in Marinette’s voice made Adrien’s stomach clench, even more so than the elbow in the gut he received as she clambered to her feet.

Here we go, he thought, resigning himself to invisibility as his childhood best friend proceeded to make goo-goo eyes at his brother.

Silently, he watched as Marinette threw herself all over Félix, her arms snaking around his torso as she hugged him tightly. And Félix—the traitorous bastard—even went so far as to override his programming and return the embrace (!), patting Marinette once on the back in what was basically his equivalent of an enthusiastic double cheek kiss.

When Marinette pulled back, her face was an adorable shade of pink, her blue eyes shining as she gazed up at him.

A sour taste filled Adrien’s mouth. The image of the two of them embracing would almost certainly revisit him later in his nightmares.

After what felt like an eternity, Félix finally extricated himself from Marinette’s clutches and left, but not before throwing Adrien one last loaded look for good measure.

Your move, little brother. His expression seemed to say.

Yet Adrien remained seated on the floor, stewing in his resentment and jealousy.

He was so preoccupied with glaring after his brother, in fact, that he almost missed the hand extended towards him.

Adrien blinked at Marinette in confusion. Was she… trying to help him up?

How adorable.

“What?” She snapped after a moment, bristling when he didn’t immediately take her up on her generosity.

Adrien raised an eyebrow.

“I’m bigger than you.” And as much as I enjoyed having you in my lap the first time, I think I’ve had enough crashing to the floor for one day, thanks. This part he had the presence of mind not to say out loud.

A twitch of the eye was the only warning he received before he was suddenly being hauled upright and unceremoniously plunked back on his feet. Adrien staggered, shocked at the ease with which she’d lifted him.

“And I’m stronger than I look,” Marinette replied smugly, her expression radiating satisfaction as she gazed at him, her arms crossed in a way that inadvertently showed off muscles he hadn’t known until that moment she’d even possessed.

Holy shit, that was hot. Adrien gawped at her, quickly glancing away before she could catch him staring like a buffoon. Even though he knew the floors were immaculate, he busied himself with dusting off his clothes, just to give himself a minute to regain his composure.

As he was doing so, he heard Marinette gasp.

“You grew. Again.” She appeared outraged by the notion, as though growing was some sort of illicit, sinful activity.

Adrien puffed up with pride.  

“A whole eight centimetres,” he confirmed, pleased that she’d noticed. Now he was finally on eye level with his father and Félix, a fact which brought him no small amount of glee. Gone were the days of being the baby of the family in both the figurative and literal senses of the term. At the rate he was going, he might even outgrow both of them by the time he reached his twenties. The concept was thrilling.

“Eight centimetres? How—?” Marinette gaped up at him, her blue eyes bright with incredulity. “What kind of freak body grows eight centimetres in a year?”

Adrien leaned towards her, his lips quirking when he realised just how far he had to bend over to be on eye level with her now.

He rested an elbow on her shoulder, marvelling internally. She’s so tiny!

Outwardly, he decided to do what he did best, which was tease her relentlessly for her shortness. “I’ll have you know that it’s perfectly normal. Most people experience these things called ‘growth spurts’ during puberty. Where they actually get taller!” He lowered his voice as though he was divulging some great secret.

Then he blinked.

“Oh right,” he pretended to take her in for the first time. “I forgot who I was talking to for a second.”

Marinette’s eyes flashed, her nostrils flaring.

“You’re hilarious,” she deadpanned, elbowing him in the side roughly as she slipped out of his grasp.

Adrien grinned, his lips pulling even wider when he noticed the way her mouth was twitching, her efforts not to laugh obvious.

She’s still as easy to read as ever, he thought fondly, gazing at her out of the corner of his eye as they made their way to his room. He chatted her ear off the whole way, practically buzzing with excitement now that she was finally here. The prospect of spending two weeks of uninterrupted quality time together had him so euphoric, in fact, that he didn’t pick up on Marinette’s uncharacteristic silence, or notice that anything was amiss until she was hauling his loft’s ladder up behind her.

And by then, of course, it was far too late.

“Woah, woah, woah, what’s this about now?” Adrien asked, his eyes widening. There was only one reason that the ladder ever came up.

Marinette’s response did little to reassure him of her intentions.

“Top secret.” Was all she said as she fiddled with the hatch, seemingly determined to ensure that it was properly closed.

Once she was satisfied with her efforts, she turned to face him. The look she wore was enough to make Adrien recoil.

This must be a new record, he thought, taking a step backward instinctively. She’s only been here for ten minutes and she’s already up to no good.

“I know what that look means… You’re either about to rope me into something dangerous—and quite possibly illegal—or you’re about to tell me something that I’d really rather not hear.” Adrien said, his mouth going on autopilot as he tried in vain to halt her advance. He could feel himself losing ground, both physically and metaphorically, yet he remained helpless to stop it.  

When the backs of his knees met his bed, Adrien merely allowed himself to fall, landing on the mattress with a final sounding thump.

Marinette gazed down at him intently, looking like the cat that got the canary.

“Adrien,” she said, her voice nothing but saccharine sweetness as she leaned into his space. At this distance her scent was nearly overwhelming in its intensity, filling his senses and leaving his mind hazy and punch drunk. “I think it's time to take things to the next level.”

Adrien’s heart was pounding so loudly now that he was almost certain Marinette would be able to hear it if she listened closely.  

His voice came out strangled as he repeated. “The next level?”

Marinette drew even closer and Adrien swayed forward, all of his rational, higher-thinking processes abandoning him as his gaze darted between her eyes and her lips.

If I just leaned up ever so slightly…

They were so close now that he could practically feel her inhalation more than hear it, the warmth of her breath fanning across his face.

Yet, instead of kissing him as he’d hoped, Marinette opened her mouth to speak. And when her words finally registered, Adrien couldn’t help but wish that she hadn’t.

“I need you to help me seduce your brother,” she said, blissfully unaware that she’d just dealt him the verbal equivalent of a killing blow.

Well, it’s official, Adrien thought, staring at her in disbelief as he felt his fantasies sinking faster than the Hindenburg.

God hates me. That is the only plausible explanation for any of this shit.

-x-

[cinnamon-bunni]

Ok I know nothing about fe3h or dangan HOWEVER for the bingo! Do one with a ship of your choice, whichever one you are most interested in at the moment! Sorry I’m not being specific, I do not know anything about these fandoms but even still! I wanted to give you the chance to do the bingo for something you currently enjoy! (And if you want to ramble abt any of the ships you are doing, feel free to do so I am quite curious!)

i'll talk about two of 'em then, thanks!

for danganronpa, i am absolutely obsessed with togaishi <3 even tho it's so obscure im the only one who ships <33 the dynamic between the two,,,it makes me go insane. i really ought to write more about them lmao (even tho it'd be read by like 5 other people lmao) like whenever i think about dangan its only now ever about my Home AU or about this ship. I am Not Okay because i have a whole plotline/series planned out for them and their relationship...but knowing me i wont ever write it because i have other more "important" fics to write that im so interested in, and im never into dr for that long. but i love this ship so much....local asshole-trustfund-baby-smartass x someone who is so passionate for what he believes in, and wanting to only just clear his family name from a horrible man that blackened it...they are complete opposites and they never really interacted in-game but. i think byakuya and taka would have so much potential. and also none at all because they are so different but that's what makes it special <33

OT3 SYLVASHELIX MY BELOVED,,,,,it all started when i shipped them all separately (sylvain/felix, then felix/ashe, and finally ashe/sylvain), and then i had the brilliant idea of combining it all together, and ever since then i have been living my best life. it's so so good and i am obsessed with all sorts of dynamics this brings in. i have a long-ish fic idea that i should really write omfg i love it but i never get around to it, because i fall out of fe3h quite frequently, sadly. but i am obsessed with this because it has everything that's good in a ship. Childhood friends-to-lovers (sylvix), pining for so goddamn long (sylvashe), the local meany being Soft for someone (ashelix), and of course, Good and Healthy Communication (sylvashelix). it's so good and fluffy and. i am not okay lmao. i want to consume so much for them but i think genuinely im the only who ships it as well lol (sans my mutual), so i guess i'll have to do all the work of filling the ao3 tag for them will i tho? who fucking knows

[amar-bell]

The Girl In My Dreams (A Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

Adrien woke up with a gasp, sweating all over while shaking, like he had been waking up all year, yet no matter how many times it happened, it always scared him every time.

Every night he’d have the same dream. He was in the garden, relaxing, behind him a girl would be standing, watching him. Just watching. She never did anything, she’d just stand still, and watch him. It was unsettling, especially because her face was always obscured, he could never catch a glimpse of it, no matter how hard he tried. 

She had beautiful blue hair, hair which was always worn in pigtails, dressed in a white shirt with a floral pattern, on top of that she wore a black jacket and topped it all off with pink jeans.

The dreams never had a consistent way of showing up. They could come one day and not show up the next few weeks. He never knew when to expect his next dream and that irritated him. He had, of course, tried to sense a pattern, but he was unable to find one.

He hadn’t told anyone, not his father, not his father’s assistant, not even his mom, who he told everything to. What could they even do if he told them? He didn’t think therapy would help him all that much, and besides, it might not even come off as concerning to his family, even though it did seem quite concerning to Adrien.

“Adrien? Are you up yet?” He heard his mother ask from downstairs. “Yeah mom! I’m gonna take a shower.” He responded, even though he truly didn’t want to get out of bed. It was his first day of high school, he was excited, he really was, it was his first time attending public school, but for whatever reason, he felt an utter dread pool inside his gut, like something would happen if he left his bed. He pushed the thought away and got out of bed, grabbing a towel and going into the bathroom to take a shower.

The dreams, however, weren’t the only things bothering Adrien for the past year. He felt incurably alone. He assumed it was due to not leaving the house, or not having friends, but it wasn’t it. He’d hang out with his cousin, Felix, and Felix’s girlfriend Kagami, but even then, he felt like there was something, or someone missing in his life, but he could never figure out who. It made him feel awful.. It was like he had forgotten someone so important to him. 

Kagami and Felix.. Well they were another topic entirely. Those two were always whispering about something Adrien could never hear. Every now and then, he’d catch a few words, ‘miraculous’, ‘miracle box’ and something along those lines. He even caught a name once, ‘Marinette’. It was a name which felt familiar to him, but he could never remember where he had heard the beautiful name. He just brushed it off and told himself that he probably read in a book somewhere.

After twenty minutes, he left the shower and changed into his clothes. He felt nervous, and the feeling of dread hadn’t let up either. He pushed the feeling away.. It was nothing, he told himself. He took his bag and checked through it to make sure he had everything. He did. ‘You can do this..’ He told himself, even though he didn’t believe it. Well there was no going back now, and so he went down the stairs. His mother was in the kitchen with Natalie. “Good morning Adrien.” Natalie greeted with a smile, and Adrien smiled back at her. Natalie had always been a motherly figure to him, sometimes he felt Natalie almost replaced his dad, who was never around. He was always working, and Adrien hated it. Adrien just wanted his dad to spend time with him, but he never did. “You don’t know it.. But your dad has done so much for you.. One day I’m sure you’ll understand.” His mother once said to him when he complained to her about his dad not spending time with him. Adrien never understood it at the moment, but his mother said he’d understand one day, until then he’d continue to be angry with his dad for not being there for him.

[volterran-wine]

Fully prepared || Caius & Felix

Requested by @xxx-wounded-angel-xxx​ : “Hi ! Could I please have headcanons for Caius, Felix and Alec with a S/O who's been fascinated with vampire since childhood, and has an impressive collection of books about vampires, from kids picture books to obscure gothic novels and romance ones? Merci beaucoup :)”

Hello there! Happy to see a request not exclusively for the kings. Lets me get into the heads of the guards a bit more. One thing I will have to touch on however. In my rules I state I will not write Alec or Jane in a romantic/mate/S/O setting. Because I do see them as their book counterparts, and there they are 12/13 years old. So I will not write for Alec here, I’m sorry. But Caius and Felix you shall receive! 

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰

𝐂𝐚𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢

Humans had become truly odd through out the centuries, in Caius’ humble opinion. While he was quite up to date with the on goings in the human world, he still could not quite grasp why they were so obsessed with the darker things in life. Especially a myth like vampires. So when he was out on a routine mission with the guard and stumbled across his potential mate, it did puzzle him how... resigned they were to their fate. Almost joyful at the prospect of him bringing them back to Volterra. 

Would end up gently interrogating them about their massive interest in his species. Had they perhaps seen something they shouldn't? Had a vampire been careless around them as a child? Caius entered full security breach mode, when the answer was actually quite simple “They were much more interesting than werewolves.” Ah, at least his mate had excellent taste and saw reason. They might get along just fine. 

“You know, it was us that perpetuated a lot of the myths” “... Really?” “Yes, I believe it was Aro that suggested that holy water can hurt us” “What did you come up with?” “... That we sleep in coffins” 

Caius could appreciate their massive collection of literature however. When he looked past the children books, there were also classics like Carmilla and Dracula. Both beautiful special editions that had been well taken care of. When he stumbled across a certain section of adult romance literature however, a smirk graced his lips. Unable to fight the urge to tease his significant other about this.

“Did you always hope a vampire would come to you in the dark of night love?” “...Caius put that down right now!” “Shall I read it to you? Discover your deepest and darkest fantasies in the process?” “CAIUS!”

𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢

When Felix had imagined meeting his would be mate, them being so positive about vampirism was not part of his imagination. He had expected them to be quite terrified of him, hell even most vampires felt fear creep up on them when Felix approached. But this human was turning out to be something out of the ordinary. It was a blessing in Felix’ eyes. That the universe had rewarded him with a mate that saw passed what he was.

After the initial shock and confusion, Felix would be exceptionally amused at their antics. They certainly had built up their own view of what vampires were like. Both him and Demetri would humor them with stories that either confirmed or disproved their various theories. 

His significant other would end up asking him a multitude of questions, endlessly curious about the different aspects of being a vampire. Some things he would gladly show them and talk about, others... not so much. 

“Can I watch you feed?” “Absolutely not.

Would have to sit them down at some point for a serious talk about what vampires actually were like. Fiction, no matter how dark in nature; had a tendency to still not measure up to what his world was like. 

“... So crosses do nothing?” “No, we predate the cross.” “Sunlight?” “...” “Felix what happens when you step into the sun?” “... we shine.” “????” “Please ... don’t make me elaborate.”

[duskyskz]

10:46

You haven't even opened your eyes yet, brought awake by a slick pressure between your legs. His hair tickled your thighs from this position, tips of his ears adding to the sensation.

"Fuck, Lix -"

Sometime during the morning, your kitty must have moved the covers off you. Yellow dawn light flickered in his irises, light you just about managed to catch through the hair obscuring his vision. Reaching down to brush his forehead free, you couldn't stop your fingertips from moving an inch higher to tug at the fluffy triangles above his bangs.

Felix hissed against you, two pointed fangs slipping out to the skin on your thigh and you only whimpered higher at the sting. His knuckles rubbed between your folds, creating a ribbed stimulation just enough to make your chest heave, tail flickering from under the covers in unabashed satisfaction. Cocky asshole. Freeing your inner thigh from the assault of his teeth, your roommate blew cool air right onto your clit and you swore you felt your eyes water when he took your moment of distraction to flick your nipple with his free hand and it hurts so sweet.

There's going to be a bruise on your leg too, though he did his best to soothe the pain, licking and sucking gently, too far away from where you really wanted his lips to cover.

"Lixie, don't be mean, you woke me up..."

Your ass wiggled on the bedsheets, but you didn't get far till his trimmed claw hand stopped your hips under his face.

"I'm treating you so good, though." Felix mumbled into your core, pressing his tongue flat and dragging it all the way up to your clit, which he flicks back and forth with the tip of his muscle. "Don't get impatient."

How funny, you thought. It was really supposed to be you having the dominant hand over the lithe cat boy. A house kitty to lay on your lap when you get lonely and play with his hair.

It only took three months for you to notice Felix had less than demure tendencies and was very keen to put you as his target.

"Be a good girl, love." He leaned up the mattress to wrap damp lips around your right breast, teasing the bud to cover it in cool spit. He must have edged the window open, because the chilly draft made you perk up immediately. You were so wet, everywhere you could feel - two gentle fingers rocking into your cunt at too slow to satisfy pace, and a hot mouth sucking hard on your over sensitive nipples. Felix's tongue was a little rougher than others, a genetic remnant that made every brush against your skin all the more electrifying.

"You're getting me close, kitty..." You rut your hips impatiently into his palm.

"Mhm, I know." He hummed, not at all concerned for your melting consciousness.

"Get me off, Felix, please?" You would have been embarrassed to beg three months ago, even two - but at this point, Felix has had you wrecked for him on every piece of furniture you owned, in ever room in this flat. "Please make me cum, kitty."

The pad of his thumb tapped on your clit before he pulled away from his occupation at your chest, nuzzling back between your thighs. You let yourself fall back against the pillow in content, until lightning shot up your spine with the touch of his lips on your slit.

Spreading you open with one hand, Felix used one gentle fingertip to press up the hood of your core, exposing the little pearl even more to lick directly onto your nerves. Rolling his tongue over the bundle, he watched your eyes water in overwhelming pleasure as your back arched, pressing his face further into your cunt.

Nobody's ever worked you like him.

Sucking rapidly, Felix dips three fingers right inside without struggle - you're soaking the sheets already, unraveling with every tug of his lips. You can't make out coherent words, only weak calls of his name when he curled his hand inside your pussy, teasing against the spot he found a week ago.

Your eyes are stuck on the sight of him pushing your hips down into the bed, one hand forcing you to still, another keeping you wide open for his tongue to flick and brush until you come undone.

You didn't really care that the window is open and it's nearing noon, making streets full of possible spectators as you tumbled into a sobbing mess in his hands - claws? Paws? - trembling until his mouth gave up merciless abuse to gentle kisses around your abdomen, over your pubic mound and down to your knees.

Felix clambered over you, pressing his torso into yours, still sticky with his spit. Curling your arms around his neck, you readied to fall asleep again, fingers twirling through golden locks, when a rut of his hips made you sigh before you knew it. A warm weight laid on your stomach, centimetres away from your still pulsing, wet slit.

"Just wanted to get you ready for the morning, love."

[aprilsrant]

Liquid Luck and its wonders | Harry Potter x Ravenclaw!Fem!Reader.

SUMMARY: Harry meets a shy girl from Ravenclaw House. After taking a liking to her, he tries to catch her attention. 

WORD COUNT: 1,693.

WARNINGS: none, I think. 

REQUEST: Hi! Um I'd like to request a Harry Potter x Ravenclaw!reader where she's pretty shy and Harry has a major crush on her so he's always trying to catch her attention in any way he can? Thank you!

A/N: English is not my first language, there could be mistakes here! If you enjoyed this, like, comment or reblog, whatever you want!

This took a little longer than I expected, but I wrote something and didn’t like it so I had to do it all over again and here it is! I love Harry so I’m really happy someone requested a fic for him because he’s so underrated! Hope you enjoy it!

MASTERLIST. / WORK IN PROGRESS.

Gif below is not mine.

The fake Galleon felt heavier than usual in her hands, the date of their last meeting —the fact unknown to any of them— still engraved in it, gleaming from different angles depending on how the sunlight would shine through the large windows. Not a single day would pass without (Y/N) looking at it from time to time, expecting to see the numbers change, waiting for the return of Dumbledore’s Army. 

Once more, reality didn’t reach her wishes. 

A sigh left her mouth while she climbed down from the windowsill and abandoned her dorm, Rowena Ravenclaw’s statue watching her back as the sixth year girl started to walk towards the Great Hall, stomach rumbling and crying out desperately for breakfast. 

She sat down next to Luna Lovegood, her closest friend, and listened to her comments on Nargles, —“mischievous they are”, she said in a dreamy voice whilst buttering her toast—. (Y/N) knew a lot about the creatures that only Luna and her father believed in after years of being by her side, only separating for lessons and to sleep because of her being a year older than the silver haired girl, although you could find (Y/N) in her friend’s dorm more times than you could encounter Hermione Granger in the Library, laying down on the bed and staring at the canopy filled with little stars that would shine whenever Luna touched them with her wand. (Y/N) had done something similar with hers, but with a glowing full moon instead. 

The stars and the moon were never far from each other and neither were them.

Zoning out from her housemates chattering around her, her eyes diverted to the Gryffindor table, quickly finding the remarkable Golden Trio talking to each other. Hermione seemed frustrated, Ron had a delighted expression on his face while the last member had been discussing with the only girl in the group. 

Her heart jumped at the thought of them arguing about whether or not Harry would teach the D.A again, just like last year. But why would Hermione be upset then when she was the one who initiated the whole thing? The realisation that they were discussing other matters saddened her. Unconsciously, her fingers reached for the golden coin inside her rob’s pocket.   

Glancing back at the plate in front of her, (Y/N) missed Harry waving his hand at her, closing his mouth about to greet her when he noticed the Ravenclaw was no longer looking at them. 

Although Harry and (Y/N) were both sixth years and shared many classes, they hadn’t seen each other as much as the first would have liked because of the never ending assignments and most of their free periods spent in the Library. 

On the day of tryouts for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, this changed. The girl and Luna had been relaxing near the Quidditch Pitch, resting on top of the grass while the first one read a book and her friend doodled faces on a notebook (Y/N) had gotten her as a birthday present alongside a new set of charcoal crayons, when a large group of people gather around the Pitch. 

Leaving the book by her side, (Y/N) began to watch just as a first year crashed into one of the goalposts. Her right hand flew quickly to cover her mouth, a loud laugh trying to escape from her throat. But the laugh disappeared and a tight knot took its place upon seeing the amount of girls trying to catch Harry’s attention, and maybe more. 

Luna giggled, her hand still moving around the paper but her bright, blue eyes were flashing with realisation and a funny tingle. 

“You like him, don’t you?,” she asked without needing much of an answer.

(Y/N) shocked her head, eyes moving between Luna and the Quidditch Pitch. To her relief, Harry had, apparently, dismissed the girls and they were now sitting on the stands. 

But nothing could escape Luna, and most certainly not something related directly to her best friend. 

“He fancies you too,” the girl commented casually, like it wasn’t what (Y/N) had yearned to hear since their third year, “you should see how much he stares at you. I was concerned at first, maybe he’d noticed you’ve become infested with Nargles and I hadn’t, but… but then I realised he liked you because I remembered seeing the look on his face.”

“From where?,” (Y/N) questioned softly, still trying to process the fact that Harry Potter liked her. It’s not like she didn’t trust Luna’s judgement —even if people believed she was out of her mind, the girl was surprisingly good for this kind of thing—, but her own insecurities clouded her mind. Did he really fancy her? And if he did, what was so special about her that had captivated Harry’s interest when so many others were throwing themselves at him? 

“My dad had the same expression whenever he looked at my mum.” A small smile grew on her face while (Y/N)’s hand travelled to grab one of Luna’s, the one resting on top of the notebook, and squeezed it lightly and reassuringly. “I can still see it whenever he mentions her.”

After the conversation she had with Luna, (Y/N) started to notice more of Harry’s efforts to talk to her while walking to class; after a particular rough lesson of Defense Against the Dark Arts with Snape; sharing hushed instructions (different to the ones in their book but incredibly helpful) every time he pretended to look for more ingredients and walked right behind her during Potions. 

Their short exchanges turned quickly into long conversations and shared afternoons, both of the teenagers trying to forget, maybe even ignore for a little amount of time, how dark and obscure was the Wizarding World becoming. 

Harry didn’t confess his feelings, —those increasing each time she smiled, or laughed, or gazed at him while rays of sunshine illuminated her skin, making her look even more endearing than usual—, until one particular afternoon.

After succeeding on his mission, —to retrieve an important memory concerning Voldemort from Professor Slughorn that he had altered—, something coming from the interior of his body, or mind, he didn’t know, screaming at him to go to the kitchens. Logically, if a potion that induces luck to the drinker tells you to walk towards a particular destination, then that’s exactly what you do.

The boy wasn’t sure about what could possibly be waiting for him in the kitchens, but after seeing her sitting in one of the large tables across the room, coincidentally the replica of the one she’s used to have breakfast and dinner, he knew the reason the potion had wanted him there. 

He took a seat next to her before greeting the house-elves, who were already bringing him trays full of pastries, and struggled to shake the dizziness out of his head —Harry couldn’t figure out if it came from the potion running off, the excitement of finally achieving the memory that would take him one step further to understand Voldemort and his plan, or the nerves that’d always attacked him whenever (Y/N) was near—.

“Hi, Harry,” she murmured softly without looking him in the eyes and grabbing a cookie from the plate in front of her, “what brings you here?”

What brought him to the kitchens and face the girl he had a crush on? Felix Felicis, of course. For what had the potion made him go there? He didn’t want to admit it, Harry didn’t want to confess the urge he had to kiss her whenever she would laugh at one of his jokes, even when they were terrible; he didn’t want to talk about how much he cared for her and how that was the exact same reason why he had taken so long to, first, accept his feelings and to even think about telling her about them. (Y/N) didn’t deserve to be thrown into a war he wasn’t sure he could win. And he didn’t deserve her. She would have to find another person to tease, to laugh with, to confide her problems and desires. 

However, the potion hadn’t left his system yet, not entirely at least and enough to make a difference in (Y/N) and Harry’s friendship.

“I-I think I have feelings for you,” the words escaping his mouth before he could stop them, “and they are kind of weird because every time you walk in, or you are close to me, like right now, I don’t know how to act around you.”

No reaction came out of her, not even a slap, which he was kind of preparing for. (Y/N) stood motionless beside him, with the half of her cookie still in her hand, rests of chocolate and crumbs around her mouth.

“I’m sorry if I ruined our friendship, but I just,” he said before releasing a shaky breath,” I needed to tell you that I fancy you and that you are absolutely amazing.” 

Swallowing and licking her lips, missing for a few inches the bit of chocolate scattered on them, (Y/N) shifted her position. Her chest was now facing Harry completely, her left leg below her body, giving the impression that she was taller than him, while the other one supported her weight. One of the girl’s hands had barely touched Harry’s jaw when she kissed the corner of his mouth.

“What took you so long?”

Harry could no longer see the chocolate and the crumbs, instead, he was capable of tasting them the second their lips met, hesitant at first but more confident the second time they did. 

Whispers coming from the house-elves, —who had stopped, for once, doing their work and were now staring at them, many with tears in their big eyes—, made (Y/N) and Harry to separate from each other, even if it was the last thing they wanted.

“Maybe we should leave,” the Ravenclaw suggested softly in his ear. 

Nodding eagerly, Harry took her hand and they both walked out of the kitchens, a grin on each of their faces.

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[homeformyheart]

no feelings - mason x f!detective (twc)

author’s note: my original intention was to do a post-bakery, heartbreak moment for mason and I started this before the demo updated, but needed to change it since and hopefully it still works. I have no idea if I’ll do a part 2, my original plans don’t spark joy atm, and I was tired of seeing this in my WIPs xD. very minor book 3 spoilers (allusions but no specific mentions). enjoy! *thank you @silma-words for giving this a read-through all those months ago when i was stuck and to @narrativefoiltrope for the parentheses suggestion!

copyright: all characters, except my oc detective, are owned by mishka jenkins @seraphinitegames. series/pairing: the wayhaven chronicles – mason x f!detective (ria knight) rating/warnings: 16+; swearing, angst word count: 1.7k summary: ria wants to end things with mason before she catches feelings for someone who won’t return them. mason isn’t sure what he wants but knows he doesn’t want to give up what they have.

no feelings

mason just stared at the door to ria’s office, the shades obscuring the sight of her but he could still hear the sound of her heartbeat. solid and steady, like her.

he didn’t know why he said what he did. he just knew that she was hurt, even though she pretended not to be. and even though he wanted to talk to her, he didn’t know what he wanted to say.

it didn’t matter though, seeing as how she didn’t seem like she wanted to talk to him anytime soon.

but he couldn’t bring himself to walk away.

he knocked, hesitantly. once. twice.

“come in,” a voice called out, loud to his senses, vibrating ever so slightly.

he opened the door and paused in the doorway, eyes searching hers for permission.

her head rose from where it had been resting on her arms, fists clenching once she noticed him. she lowered her hands to her lap, but mason had no doubt that her knuckles were white.

“what do you want?” she asked, her features stitching together a mask of indifference.

but he could see the truth in her light blue eyes. it was his special skill after all, being able to read people and get the truth from them.

a skill he tried to avoid using with ria as much as possible for some reason.

when did that happen?

even now, as he was holding her gaze, he knew he wasn’t trying to read her. but he could still sense that something was off. and he wanted, no needed, to figure out what it was.

the silence between them grew as ria’s gaze shifted. she looked expectantly at him. “well? if you don’t have anything new to report on the case, you should leave. i have a lot of work to do.”

he shook his head, a force of habit. he really didn’t know what to say.

she glanced away, eyes flitting across the posters and papers pinned to the wall next to her desk, but mason could see the gears turning in her mind. when she turned back to look at him, the pain from before was replaced by a newfound intensity that slammed into him and sent a prickly, but still pleasant, tingle across his chest and down his arms.

a knowing smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as her eyes appraised him, and not unlike the first time they flirted, the motion sent something warm and soothing down south. as her eyes met his again, the warmth turned into a simmering heat and he took a step forward, her darkened irises drawing him in.

he raised an eyebrow at her. while he was no stranger to the constant attraction between them, which pushed and pulled like the tides but always met each other at dusk and dawn, it didn’t seem like the time.

for once, he wanted to talk.

“look, about what i said before,” he started, folding his arms across his chest.

ria made her way around her desk until she was standing in front of him. “you were right. you made it clear that you were only interested in fun, and i agreed,” she shrugged, tapping her fingers lightly on his chest.

his brow furrowed. while he did say something to that affect, it wasn’t what he wanted.

“that’s all this is and all it’s going to be, so i’ll see you later at my apartment?” ria asked pointedly, her lip curling into a smirk.

a frustrated rumble crouched low in the back of his throat. “i never said that this is all it’s going to be,” he snapped, flinching at the volume of his own voice.

ria didn’t move a muscle. her light blue eyes had darkened to a cloudy grey, only a few shades lighter than his own.

“you didn’t have to, sunshine. i’m saying it. so am i seeing you later or not?” she asked, the glare on her face reminding him of the daggers she had hidden under her jacket sleeves.

an uncomfortable itch started in his belly and he subconsciously scratched at the fabric of his shirt, blunt nails digging in harder before he realized the itch was under his skin.

and it was spreading. traveling up toward his chest and out before making its way down his arms. leaving behind a tiny, circular weight in his stomach that he didn’t care for.

he could recognize it for what it was, a form of conflict. swirling counter-clockwise as a hurricane does when it approaches shore. but he didn’t understand why it was there.

what he did understand is that if she wanted to see him, he wanted to see her.

he gave her a slow nod. “i’ll see you later,” he said, hesitating for a brief second with his hand on the doorknob.

he glanced back at her and said softly, “sweetheart.”

~ against her better judgment, ria met mason’s gaze before he left, the murmured pet name on his lips seeming to glide through the air and hit her in the chest. her body slumped back against the desk as he left, energy draining out of her and leaving behind the tempestuous grey look now seared in her mind. his words left an uncomfortable lump in her throat, and she hoped no one else came into her office.

she looked at the clock, a feeble attempt to fast-forward to the end of the day, only for her shoulders to sag at the realization that she basically still had eight hours to go. despite the tension in their earlier conversation and the uncomfortable moments they’ve had since breakfast, ria wasn’t mad at mason.

even though she had stormed out while trying to blink back tears and then he stormed away from her after finding out about bobby, she didn’t blame him.

no, the only person she was fucking pissed off at was herself.

it wasn’t supposed to get this far.

she wasn’t good with feelings. it was always easier to push away any uncomfortable thoughts or emotions by keeping her body physically distracted, preferably with either a partner in the gym or a partner in her bed.

learning how to box and working her way through all the various martial art forms gave her focus after quitting ballet.

(though it did little to quell the feelings of inadequacy caused by things completely out of her control.)

teaching herself how to use knives and rook’s family dagger was a welcome distraction after she was forced to abandon her aspirations to join the army.

(though digging through rook’s old stuff in the attic in desperate protest – to find anything that would tell her he would’ve supported her – only drowned her in the loss.)

flirting and sleeping with every person who showed interest in her and seemed even an inch better than bobby fucking marks.

(though every little fling, whether a one-night stand or a string of awkward first dates, only added supporting evidence to the story she told herself that no one would stick around for her.)

and it was supposed to be the same with mason.

no strings. no baggage. no goddamn feelings.

ria gripped the edge of her desk with her hands until her knuckles turned white. she already broke her first rule of dating: don’t catch feelings.

you can’t get hurt if there aren’t feelings involved, she reminded herself of the mantra that got her out of several attempts at relationships after breaking up with bobby.

but she could still implement her second rule.

~ instead of heading back to the warehouse right away, mason wandered toward the trees bordering the station that offered a shady respite from the scorching sun against his sensitive skin.

the heat was only going to get worse, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave just yet. even in the dark shade of the trees around him, the sun burned against his skin almost as if it were bare. he winced, not even wanting to think about how much worse it might feel if he wasn’t at least wearing a long-sleeved shirt.

they still needed to work together.

he pushed the seemingly random thought out of his mind as quickly as it had appeared, his body reacting viscerally in disagreement to the sentiment.

this wasn’t about maintaining a working relationship with ria.

this was bigger than that.

at least, he assumed, though he wasn’t exactly sure why.

he lit a cigarette, trying to distract from how his shirt is quickly becoming an incubator for the heat. smoke curled upward as he leaned his head back against the trunk of a tree.

he was always in it for the fun. it made traveling around and the downtime between missions more bearable.

he didn’t really care for hobbies and interests the way nate and felix did. and he could only take a beating from adam every so often.

having fun, especially with humans – who were so easy to rile up and even easier to read – made the endless time pass in a way that felt normal. for him anyway.

learning all the different ways he could elicit sounds from them. figuring out how quickly he could make them peak. knowing exactly what to do to leave them wanting more.

he took a long drag of the cigarette, closing his eyes and wishing the burn in his lungs would linger a little longer. it numbed the burn on the outside of his body.

but no feelings. that always took the fun out of things.

that was the rule.

and ria was fun, there was no denying that. maybe even the most fun he’s had in a very long time.

she knew his rule. hell, it was her rule too.

it was the perfect situation for him.

maybe he didn’t want to lose out on such an ideal situation. or mess up the team dynamic.

he dumped the cigarette butt onto the floor and put out the embers with his shoe.

whatever it was, he knew he wasn’t ready for things with her to end.

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[fictiffelix]

Night-time Rituals

*Y’all remember how in chapter 6 Felix says something like ‘I should have invited you into my bed ages ago’ or whatever. Well guys. What if he had. It’s just fluff. Just a lot of fluff. Takes around chapter 2-3, before Felix gets arrested, gn reader but I do use the word ‘dude’ a lot so that might ruin the immersion for some folks*

“Felix? You’re still up?” 

The candles in the library are still lit, illuminating piles of books. On top of some are scattered notes and pouches of spell components, and more than a few empty mugs. In the middle of it all sits Felix, bent over an ancient tome. He looks up as you enter, jumping a little. 

“Ah! Dear barista.” Felix looks up from his book.You stare blankly at each other for a few seconds. “I apologize, what were you asking?”

“It’s like 3am dude, why aren’t you asleep?”

You’d gone to bed a few hours before, after you found yourself re-reading the same paragraph for the fourth time. You hadn’t been able to sleep, much to your annoyance. You had planned to make yourself some tea and go back to bed, but you really weren’t that thirsty, and talking to Felix sounded better than going back to an unfamiliar room.

“I'm afraid the hours escaped me, I was too engrossed in my studies." Felix stretches from his chair, and his joints crackle like wet wood. 

"You should, like, rest," you say, sitting on the floor. 

"I blame the tea you so kindly brewed me, it was rather strong."

"That was caffeinated?!"

"I don't know what that means"

"I- Never mind,” You sigh deeply, rubbing your eyes, “I don’t really know what it means either. You should get some sleep though."

Felix smiles softly, easing off his glasses and leaning back in his chair. You'd only known him a few months, but instantly recognize the warning signs of a dramatic monologue.

"Dear barista, though I appreciate your concern it is entirely misplaced. Through years of devoted academia and my own predilections I am naturally nocturnal, and often think of sleep only when the sun-"

"Felix I'm gonna stop you there." Normally you wouldn't be so bold, but you were so tired your head was beginning to hurt, "I have seen you napping. You're always exhausted dude and it isn't healthy.” 

Felix starts to protest, but you continue. 

“Don't get me wrong, it's adorable and I love any excuse to take a break from studying, but you look so tired. And I am so tired. And the only way I am sleeping tonight is if I know you're also getting some rest."

Felix blushed a bit during that last part, but quickly covers it with a cough. 

"Pardon my bluntness, but I fear the only way I could sleep now is if you were to pin me to the bed yourself."

You stared at each other for a second, letting his words sink in. Felix's face turns a bright red, and he immediately started stammering some apology. In that instant you made a choice, which is generally a bad thing to do when you're so tired you don't remember what day it is.

"I'm down," You say. 

"What."

"I said I'm down. Let's go to bed." 

Felix starts to protest, but stops when you yawn loudly. 

"Alright, just a minute." He says, closing his book.

Felix’s room is just as tidy as you would expect, that is to say, not at all. The bed is mostly cleared though, and you flop down face-first across the foot of it before you can process anything else. 

You hear Felix taking off his shoes and vest, and going through the rest of his nightly routine as you marvel at how soft his sheets are. Eventually, the mattress moves as he sits next to you.

“Are you asleep?" He whispers, placing a gentle hand on your shoulders. It takes a few tries, but you manage to mumble

"I'm 'wake"

Felix leans back, slowly withdrawing his hand.

"Ah, indeed. Might it be more comfortable under the covers?" He says, moving to the head of the bed. 

"-Really soft covers," you mumble, shifting slightly.

"What was that?"

"Mmph." 

Against all odds, you maneuver yourself under the blankets and next to Felix. You look over at him, sitting somewhat awkwardly in a light pajama shirt and loose pants. The ends of his hair glow golden in the candlelight, and you feel… something. You’re too tired to figure out emotions right now. Instead, you roll onto your side and shut your eyes tight.

After a few minutes, or possibly hours, you wake to see Felix still sitting next to you, reading a much smaller book than the ones you left in the library. The cover shows a man with glistening biceps standing shirtless on the edge of a cliff. Felix’s hand obscures the title, but you’re pretty sure one of the words is ‘Desire’.

"You're supposed to be sleeping." You say in a hoarse whisper. A smile tugs at the corner of his lips, but he doesn't stop reading. 

"I told you, I'm not tired. Besides, you're sleeping well enough for the both of us." 

"What're you reading?" You shift closer to him, trying to look at the page.

"Ah. Nothing important," Felix quickly sets the book on his nightstand, but not before marking the page he was on. "You still sound exhausted, don't rouse yourself prematurely on my account."

"I don't know what that means" you say, curling back up in the blankets. It's gotten colder than when you first lay down, and you snuggle closer to Felix's side to get warm again. You drift off quickly after that, but you’re pretty sure you heard Felix blow out the candle.

When you wake up again it's morning, blinking against the first hints of sunrise trickling through the curtains. It feels so warm and comfortable that you don't dare move. 

At some point in the night you ended up curled around Felix, your head resting on his chest and arm thrown around his waist. You can feel his even breathing beneath you, and one of his hands is curled in your hair. His hand twitches in his sleep, and he pulls you closer before sighing deeply. Felix looks so peaceful like this, and his hair looks so incredibly soft. You definitely have some type of feelings. But that’s something you can deal with after coffee, and at the moment you are happy to close your eyes and dream a few moments more.