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tune-on-in-folks · 3 months ago

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Day 13! I actually managed to get this in time! And I do like this one, it has it's charm. Enjoy a Human!Alastor x Reader.

Tags/Warnings: Murder, blood, p in v sex, fem!receiving oral, oral sex, creampie, talk about murder, actual murder, abuse, mention of abuse, implied and written abuse, reader's husband is an abusive asshat, serial killer Alastor Word Count: 2, 876

There was not a man in town that was as captivating as Alastor Hartfelt. The popular radio host was quite the charmer, always managing to charm men and women alike. Which worked to his advantage. It was easy to lull his victims into a sense of calm, earning their trust. Long enough to draw them to his cabin, and end their lives. Of course, no one was particularly fussed when the people he chose went missing. They were often men who reminded him of his own father. They weren’t people that would be missed by anyone and he knew that. After all, his mother hadn’t missed his father one bit when he went missing one night.

Of course, with his charms and his rising popularity as a radio host, he began to draw unwanted attention. That often came in the form of womanly admirers, those who sought to try to win his heart. Or earn his favor. Of course, Alastor didn’t have time for them, he was a busy man after all. His friendship with Mimzy helped dampen the amount of womanly suitors enough that he was finally getting left alone.

Enough for you to catch his attention.

Alastor knew who you were, you worked for his radio station, after all. You were an intern, fetching coffee, taking calls, the sorts. He had spoken to you only a handful of times, typically when you brought him his morning coffee. You were quiet, never trying to strike up a conversation with him unlike all the other women who worked at the station. You were refreshing and Alastor found that he enjoyed your quiet presence. He requested you for tasks by name more and more.

“You, my dear, are a fresh breath of air!” He said one day, giving you a soft smile.

You had flashed him such a pretty smile in turn, “How so?”

“You, my dear, understand me.” He replied, refusing to elaborate.

The more you saw of Alastor, the more you were charmed by the man’s charms. He once told you that you were a fresh breath of air, but he was your own fresh breath. His witty remarks, kind smile, and soft touches were in stark contrast to your husband’s. You found yourself growing fond of Alastor and the increasing time you’d spend with the radio host. It wasn’t long before he promoted you to his assistant, which meant that you were spending most of your time with Alastor. It was nice, something you looked forward to. He quickly became your reason for living. You often fantasized about having married him instead of your husband. The silent camaraderie between the both of you was enjoyable. Alastor made you laugh, shared your humor, and your wit. He was gentle, kind, and charming. He was everything your husband was not. He was everything you wanted. Somewhere along the lines you had managed to fall in love with Alastor. Your promotion to assistant came with a single red rose a few days later that had your heart skipping a beat. Especially because you knew the meaning behind such a simple gesture. Alastor had given it to you, and kissed you in the privacy of his office, admitting to his affections for you. It was enough to make you swoon.

The news of your promotion got to your husband faster than you could muster up the strength to tell him yourself, fearing his anger.

The news of your promotion somehow got out to your husband.

You had just finished putting the rose into a small glass when your husband came home, raging drunk, demanding you to explain why he hadn’t heard of your promotion.

“I had to learn that from John. Is there something you don’t want me to know?” His hands slammed down on the table, shaking the vase with the single rose.

His eyes caught on the bloom, “Who the fuck gave you a single fucking rose?” He picked up the vase, hurling it, “Answer me, damnit!”

You barely flinched as the vase went flying towards your head, barely missing. “A work friend.”

Your husband had scoffed, advancing on you. “Work friend, my ass. No one gives my wife a single red rose and gets away with it!”

What he meant by that was that you got punished instead. His hand struck your face, sending you sprawling to the floor. You barely flinched, used to your husband’s anger. You were in for a long night, but you didn’t care. Because Alastor had given you a red rose and you knew exactly what that meant. Unspoken love coming to light. He was always such a charmer.

You came into work the next day sore, bruises barely covered with makeup, but enough that no one batted an eye at you. That was until you entered Alastor's office. He was working on his latest script, his eyes flickering up upon your entry.

“Hello, my dear.” He greeted, pausing as he saw your limp.

He sat up fully, pushing his round glasses further up his face to take you in better. After a moment of observing you he spoke up.

“Are you alright, little doe?”

You chuckled, trying to brush off his concern. “I’m perfectly fine, Alastor. I had a small tumble today, that’s all.”

“Hmm.” He hums, his eyes narrowed.

He had heard around the speakeasies that your husband wasn’t the kindest man. But he had never seen the physical signs of abuse before. His eyes caught on the bruise under your eye, your makeup having smudged.

“Come here, darling.” He gestured, reaching for your hand.

You flashed him a soft smile, taking his hand as he pulled you closer to him.

“Alastor, you know I’m married, you charmer.” You attempted to joke.

His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your bruised cheek. He watched how you flinched at his slight touch.

“Yes, that’s what I’m worried about.” He mutters, his voice dropped into something low and dangerous. “He did this, didn’t he?”

You took a deep breath, knowing that no matter what, Alastor would always be able to see through you. “He did. But I’m okay, I promise, Al.”

He had withdrawn his touch, his mind already churning with plans on how to charm your husband. How to earn his trust and kill him for ever laying a single hand on you. He had already been narrowing down the speakeasies your husband frequented. It was only a matter of time before he was the next victim of the Bayou Butcher.

“I promise you, my dear. I will help you out of your situation.” He flashed you a dangerous smile.

You chuckled, sitting down beside Alastor, “And I would love your help.”

Oh if you only knew what you were agreeing to.

Alastor had managed to ‘accidentally’ cross paths with your husbandthe next night. He pretended to be new in town, working to charm your husband. But Paul wasn’t a stupid man and didn’t give his trust readily. Alastor realized it would take a few nights of charming your husband, much to his distaste. Barely an hour in and he was disgusted by the man. But you were the one woman who managed to capture his attention, and subsequently his affection. And Alastor was determined to free you from your husband.

Your husband's beatings grew more frequent in the coming days, and you did your best to hide it. Alastor always saw through you, however. His anger was growing, his patience slipping.

And now it was breaking.

You hadn’t managed to make it into work that day. Everyone noticed your absence, and they talked. They talked loud enough for it to get back to Alastor that your husband had hurt you badly. He left his studio early that night, having decided that that was the night he’d kill your husband.

“Alastor!” Paul roared upon seeing the Alastor enter the speakeasy, “Come here, my friend!”

Alastor gave him a polite smile, his eye twitching in utter annoyance, but he greeted the man all the same. “Salutations, Paul. Fine weather we’re having today, yes?”

“Who cares about the weather, hey!” Paul slapped his chest, “Let me buy you a drink.”

Alastor let him, keeping an eye on how much your husband drank. He always ensured that for every shot he had, your husband had two. It was a little game he was playing, his impatience showing. He was tired of trying to charm your husband, he was going to kill him and he was going to do it tonight.

Eventually Paul left to head back home, declining Alastor’s offer to help him home. The radio host could only quietly glower as his plans changed. He would just have to tail your husband home, and draw him away before he arrived at your home. Alastor couldn’t risk y0u seeing him kill your husband. But of course, he got distracted fantasizing about killing your husband, that he lost sight of him. Cursing, Alastor quickened his pace. He realized, too late, that Paul had arrived at your home. His anger was simmering beneath the surface, but he would be damned if he’d let Paul live another night. He needed a plan to draw him back out, away from you.

Yelling erupted from your home, Alastor’s anger sparking into a full roar as he heard what he thought was you being thrown to the floor. Unable to stop himself, he rushed up the steps to the front door of your home. Cold panic flooded him as silence suddenly blanketed the house. He shoved the door open, ready to kill your husband for hurting you, when he froze.

There you stood, covered in blood, a knife in your hands. Paul lay on the floor steadily bleeding out from a wound in his neck. Alastor gently closed the door behind him, locking it. He made sure that the blinds were completely drawn before he made his way to you. You set the bloody knife down with shaky hands, taking in Alastor’s calm approach.

“Alastor?” You whisper, not having anticipated his presence.

You had acted out of pure instinct when your husband lunged at you, he had managed to put two and two together. He had figured out it was your boss who had given you the rose. He had told you he was going to kill you, and yet here he lay, dying on the floor of the house you shared.

Alastor stopped in front of you, taking your bloodied hands in his. “Well, my dear, I must say I’m very proud of you.”

He cupped your cheek, smearing your husband’s blood onto your face. You shivered at the feeling, adrenaline still pumping through your body.

“Al-” He cuts you off, his lips pressing against yours incessantly.

You moan into the kiss, not having expected it.

Alastor rests his forehead against yours, his voice deep and sultry as he asks, “Tell me my dear, how does your first kill feel?”

You shiver, “exhilarating.”

“Mhm, good.” He smiles widely, capturing your lips again. “You did so good.”

His mouth trails down your jaw, to your throat. Your breath hitches as Alastor nips and kisses your skin. You wrap your hands around his back, sliding a hand into his hair as you moan.

“Alas-tor…” You whimper, “I just..fuck…killed my husband.”

He pulled your nightgown over your head,pulling a small gasp from you.

“You did. And I’m so proud of you.” He praises kissing you again, “I was going to kill him myself, but you did wonderfully, my dear. We’ll take care of his body in a moment.”

You whine into Alastor’s kiss, feeling his grip on your hips tighten. He rolled his hips against you, his erection pressing against your low stomach.

“Alastor..” You gasp as he leans down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth. “You…You’re the Bayou Butcher?” It was less of a question and more of an observation.

“I’m surprised you figured it out, my dear.” He praises, sliding your panties off.

“Of course I did, I know you.” You whisper, gasping as he hoists you up, pressing you against your kitchen counter.

The knife you had stabbed your husband with was right beside you as Alastor kissed down your body.

“And how long have you known?” He asks, nipping at your inner thigh.

You moan softly, “I figured it out months ago. Enough time to figure out a pattern in the men you kill. I was hoping Paul was next.”

“He was, but you beat me to it, my dear.” He pushes your thighs open, licking a long stripe up from your slit to your clit.

You gasp, moaning as Alastor closed his mouth around your nub, his fingers sliding into your tight cunt.

“I’m surprised you’re as wet as you are. You did just kill your husband after all.” He teased you, curling his fingers inside you.

“And I have the man I love touching me.” you retort, rolling your hips down against his touch, your breath quickening.

Alastor chuckles, speeding his touch up as he sucks and nips at your clit. He could feel your walls squeezing around his fingers as you got closer to your release. A few more moments and you were crying out, cumming around his fingers. He continued to finger you through your release, lapping up your juices. He pulled his fingers out a moment later, licking his fingers clean. He reached for his pants, freeing his cock. Your eyes caught on his member, a shiver of anticipation running through you. He raises an eyebrow as you attempt to close your legs, prevented only by him being nestled between them.

“Now, now. No getting shy on me, my dear.” He chuckles, pumping his length a few times.

Alastor grabbed a hold of your knees, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. He ran his cock through your slick folds, positioning himself at your entrance.

“You’re just so big.” You mummer, glancing behind him towards your husband’s body. “Bigger than him.”

“Ah-ah-ah, eyes on me, darling.” He scolds, grasping your face in between his fingers.

You meet Alastor’s gaze again in time for him to flash you his charming smile. He begins to press into you, slowly rocking his hips. He entered you slowly, drawing a long moan from you.

“I’m the only thing you should be concerning yourself with right now.” He murmurs.

“Oh fuck!” You whimper, rolling your hips down as he pressed into you.

“So good.” He moans himself, slowly reaching his hilt. “So tight. You were made for me.”

You smile softly, arms wrapping around his back as he begins to rock his hips.

“You did so well, my love, and now look at you, taking my cock so well.” He continues to praise, his thrusts long, deep, and slow. “I’ve waited far too long to be in your perfect cunt.”

You chuckle, meeting Alastor’s thrusts as he picks up his pace. “And I waited too long to kill my husband.”

He hums, his breaths coming a little faster. “Better late than never, my darling doe.”

He picked up his pace, the sound of him fucking you filled the air. Your moans were met with his grunts, mixing with the symphony that was your bodies meeting over and over. Your grasp tightened on Alastor’s back, kissing him deeply. Your pleasure was building higher and higher, the coil in your gut tightening. You knew you were close to your release again.

“Ah-Alastor, I’m close.” You mewl against his mouth.

He pistoned in and out of you faster, his breathing growing labored. He slipped his hand between your bodies, rubbing at your clit in tight circles.

“Let me feel you, darling. Let me feel you fall apart around my cock.”

You cried out, your head falling back against the cabinets at his touch. Your body quivered, his name spilling from your lips loudly as you came hard around his cock. Alastor buried his face against your neck, biting down on your shoulder as his pace faltered. A moment later he found his own release, pushing as deep as he could inside you. You moaned at the sensation of his seed filling you, your walls squeezed him, milking him for every drop.

“Fuck,” he panted, “Just like that. You’re such a good girl. My darling little doe, you took me so well.”

He kissed you gently as he slowly pulled from your cunt. You whimper at the loss of his cock.

“Alastor.” You whisper, reaching out for him as he takes a step back from you.

He flashes you his smile again, tucking his softening cock away. “Let’s get you cleaned up, hmm? Then I’ll dispose of this insolent creature’s body.”

Alastor scooped you off the counter into his arms. You smile, pressing another kiss to his lips.

“Thank you for your help, my love.” You whisper against his mouth.

“Of course, my dear, you don’t have to worry about him any longer. I’ll take care of it.”

You giggle as he begins to carry you upstairs, you couldn’t care less that Alastor was the Bayou Butcher, he was the man you loved. And lucky for you, he loved you back.

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vodika-vibes · 5 months ago

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Heeeey, if you’re taking requests still and not too busy could you please do some headcanons for Alpha-17 with a pregnant SO?

So You're Going To Be A Dad...

Summary: Alpha-17 finds out his cyar’ika is pregnant.

Pairing: Alpha-17 x F!Reader

Word Count: 986

Warnings: Pregnancy

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly @kimiheartblade @mire-draws-things

A/N: So, I'm not so good at headcanons, so have a short story instead? I hope you like it and I'm sorry it took so long!

So the relationship with Alpha is supposed to just be a fun thing. Stress relief for both of you. He has a hard job as the ARC Trainer, and you have a hard job keeping people in one piece. So the relationship developed as a way for you to keep yourself sane.

It was never supposed to be “real”.

But you’re so busy, that sometimes things fall through the cracks. Things like getting your implant updated when the timing ran out.

You didn’t even realize that the implant wasn’t working anymore until you got a free day and took the time to check your calendar and saw the note reminding you that you needed a new implant several months ago.

And your heart just sinks.

Because despite the implant no longer working, you haven’t been having your period. And you should have been. In fact, that’s generally how you tell that it’s time to get a new implant.

There are two options. Option 1, you’re so stressed that your period just hasn’t started. Or option 2, you’re pregnant.

You’re not dumb, you know that option 2 is the most likely option, even if you’re hoping that option 1 is the actual answer.

A quick run back to your lab, and an even quicker pregnancy test, answers that question once and for all.

You’re pregnant. And, since it takes two people to make a baby, the first thing you do is call Alpha-17 to your quarters so you can tell him the news. He is the dad after all.

Alpha comes to your suite after he finishes his work, and he immediately slides his arms around your waist, and starts raining kisses against your lips, face, and down your neck.

Normally, you’d be more than okay with this. Alpha is the best lover you’ve ever had, but not today.

So when he moves to catch your lips with his own, you lift a single finger and press it against his lips. “Not tonight, Alpha,” You whisper up to him, and he arches a single brow.

“You called me here because you don’t want me, cyar’ika?” He asks, amusement coloring his tone.

“I called you here because I need to tell you something.” You correct as you lightly trail your fingers down his chest, more for your comfort than his, “There’s no easy way to say this, I suppose, so…I’m pregnant.”

Alpha blinks at you. Twice. And then he sets his hands on your shoulders and he pushes you back slightly, “What?”

“I karked up. I was so busy that I wasn’t paying attention to my own medical needs, and the implant ran out several months ago,” You ramble, “And I’m pregnant. Several months along, by my best reckoning.”

“You’re sure?”

“Pregnancy tests are very accurate,”

He exhales slowly, “Okay. Okay, so what do we do?”

You bring your thumb to your mouth and start biting your nail, an anxious habit you thought you had grown out of, but not so much it looks like. Alpha quickly takes your hand and pulls it away from your mouth, folding your hands in his.

“Um…right.” You mumble, “Well, I could, in theory, tell people that I’m pregnant with donor sperm, I was off Kamino for a couple of weeks a couple of months ago.” You frown, “But, unless the baby comes out looking exactly like me, then it will be obvious that they’re half-clone. And we both know what will happen then.”

“The Longnecks will claim them as theirs,” Alpha says.

“Yeah.” You pause, “I suppose I could tender my resignation and leave Kamino before it gets too obvious—”

“Absolutely not.” Alpha interrupts, “You don’t get to raise my kid without me.”

“Okay, then what do you want to do?” You demand.

“I’m thinking.” He glances to the side as he thinks, then he looks at you again, “For now, you need to sit down. Have you eaten anything yet?”

“...what?”

“You’re pregnant. You need food, and if you’re not going to take care of yourself, then I’ll take care of you for you.”

You stare at him in surprise, whatever you were expecting when you told him you were pregnant, his becoming aggressively overprotective was not it. “Uhm…there’s leftovers in the fridge, I was just going to heat that.”

He narrows his eyes at you, “Pull up some baby books, and some maternity books. I want to know what kind of stuff you should be eating.”

“I can eat whatever I want, Alpha-17!”

“You eat like shit anyway, I know you skip more meals than you eat.”

“That is…inargueably true.”

“So you agree that you need me to take care of you.”

“I forget to eat sometimes, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“It is when you’re growing another person.”

“Fine,” You fold your arms and drop on your couch, “I’ll do what you ask, but I’m doing it under protest.”

“Noted.”

Still, you can’t help but think as Alpha starts making a proper dinner for both of you, he’s going to be a better dad than you ever hoped. Assuming that a solution for the Kaminoan problem ever rears its head.

Two weeks later, Alpha locks you in your medical lab with the rest of the civilian contractors. He says that it’s because it’s the safest place on Kamino, and the entire medical facility is blaster-proof and explosion-proof.

You think it’s a weird thing for him to say, right up until the shooting starts.

When the doors slide open six hours later it’s to a very different Kamino. And Alpha comes to you with a small smirk on his face, “I handled the problem. Kamino now belongs to the clones.”

“...ah.”

“And you, cyar’ika, need medical attention. Desperately. Let’s move.”

When Obi-Wan Kenobi arrives on Kamino to investigate the attempted assassination of Padme Amidala several months later, it’s to a very different Kamino than anyone was expecting.

#star wars #tcw #alpha-17 x reader #alpha x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #answered asks #tw: pregnancy

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malfoysprinces · 2 years ago

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friends, best friends, friends in love

- draco malfoy -

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin Reader

Summary: Two friends in love, eventually confessing.

Warnings: Jealousy, Hiding Feelings but with a happy ending.

Word Count: 3.5k

Author’s Note: It’s my first time writing, feel free to give feedbacks & request.

Slytherin common room was quiet on this particular night, saved for the sound of the fire crackling in the fireplace. The room was dimly lit, casting a warm, flickering light on the walls.

Y/N was sitting, peacefully by the fire all on her own until she heard his voice.

“Y/N”

With a look full of hesitation, she stared right into those grey eyes.

Oh, those grey eyes…

“Hey Draco!”

“What are you doing up this late?”

“Nothing, couldn’t sleep.”

“Come on, go to your dorm, don’t make me take any points from my own house.” Draco said, laughing.

“But I can’t sleep.” Y/N responded.

“My friends are such pain in the ass.”Draco whispered.

Yeah, your friend.

Y/N giggled.

Just when they were headed to stairs which led the way to their dorms, a familiar face appeared.

“Oh, hi Theo.” Y/N said to him.

“Oh for Merlin’s sake, this night is never going to end does it?” Asked Draco, looking tired.

“And goodnight to you too, Draco.” said Theo.

“I’m going to the Astronomy Tower, care to join?” Theo asked to both.

“Why not?” Y/N answered, hoping Draco would come.

“As your prefect I should lead you guys to your dorms, but as your friend I could really use a calming time with you guys.” Answered Draco.

Friend. There was that word again.

“Actually, I remembered that I have Snape’s potions in the morning and I could really use some sleep.” Y/N said without knowing why she wanted to get away from them- oh actually, Draco. Poor Theo had nothing to do with it. In fact he was always nice to Y/N, he was always a gentleman.

“As you wish.” Theo said.

“Are you sure?” Draco asked to Y/N.

“Yeah” Y/N answered, forcing a yawn to make believe she is sleepy.

She headed to girls dorm without looking back.

When she entered into her dorm room, Pansy and Daphne were already sleeping.

She looked at herself in the mirror, wondering why everytime Draco called her “a friend” her heart was shattered into pieces.

Y/N was distant to Draco lately. She was avoiding him at all costs. Whenever they sit together at a class, she would always ignore him, not in an arrogant way but in an cold way. Draco -being the smartest boy Y/N has ever seen- has started to realize this. He has been sensing that Y/N was drawing herself away from him for some time now.

But Y/N was forgetting something, she was the first person for Draco to come when he was feeling down. She was the first person that Draco writes to every summer. She was practically Draco’s closest but he never addressed her anything other than friend.

To him, “Draco and she was friends, nothing more. They just hang in the same group. Y/N was a friend to Draco as much as she was to Theo or Blaise.” Y/N thought to herself.

Y/N wanted to tell Draco how she felt, how she was longing for his touch without knowing how it feels, how she needs him. But there was too much at stake. She could lose Draco forever, she could lose the bond between them forever. So she decided to keep things to herself and keep her distance from Draco.

With so much going on in her head, Y/N went to her bed and fell asleep quickly.

Next morning wasn’t any different than others. The sun was shining into girls shared dorm.

“Oh! I can’t find my tie!” shouted Pansy in a hurry.

“Just check your desk, I saw it there last night.” said Daphne.

“Found it!” Pansy shouted again.

Y/N was still half asleep when Daphne came to her side and reminded her that if she didn’t want detention from Snape, she should be up in a minute.

She got ready in a hurry, causing her to forget her potions book in her dorm.

Girls entered the Great Hall for breakfast.

“Well, well, well.. If these aren’t the princesses of Slytherin.” Blaise said in a flirty tone.

“Morning.” said Theo.

And a simple smile from Draco.

Y/N smiled to Draco back and rolled her eyes to Blaise.

“Was he always like that?” Y/N asked. “Because if he was, I should really consider my friend choices.” she said in a laughy tone.

“Oh, if you call that a flirting, you should have seen Draco last night in the Astronomy Tower.” Theo said.

Of course, they weren’t alone. Of course, Theo was going to meet up with a girl last night and Draco wanted some company, as well.

“Shut it already Theo.” said Draco.

“Who is it this time Draco?” asked Pansy.

“Yes, tell us who the lucky lady was.” added Daphne.

Y/N was holding her tears back, not only because of Draco’s new girl but also she couldn’t believe how easily Draco affected her. He goes around flirting with other girls and Y/N ends up the one being hurt. How unfair Y/N thought to herself.

Y/N had seen nothing but pure love between her parents. She was raised the best way possible. Indeed, she was a pure blood, she came from a wealthy family - why else would Draco befriend her?- and she was pretty. She could pull of any guy she wanted. Any guy but him.

She could get any guy wrapped around her finger, any guy but the one with the grey eyes.

However, it was kind of funny how she was oblivious to Draco’s feelings. She meant everything to him, he would take her in a heartbeat if she said yes. His whole world revolving around her. Draco was the one to keep his feelings bottled up, that was for sure. But still, the fact that he cares about Y/N more than any other girl was obvious.

“Y/N?” asked Pansy.

No answer.

“Y/N!!??”

“Oh, sorry.” Y/N said.

“But you missed all the fun, Draco couldn’t even remember that girl’s name.” Said Pansy.

And just seconds later, everyone burst into laughter.

“Yeah poor girl must be thinking of Draco right now, but he doesn’t even remember her name.” said Daphne, giggling.

“ For Merlin’s sake! I only flirted with her so Theo could have his time with that girl’s friend.” Draco said in a serious tone staring to Y/N.

“Good boy, aren’t you?” said Y/N in a condescending tone which made Draco angrier.

It was safe to say that Draco stared into Y/N’s soul for a time which felt like an eternity for both.

Only if he knew what Y/N would do to be the one that Draco flirted- even if it is all fake.

“So now it is a staring contest?” asked Blaise laughing.

“No. And I dont even have the time for your - and I mean ALL of you- stupid crushes.” Y/N said.

“What? What crush are you talking about?” asked Draco.

“Shit! I must have left my potions book in my dorm” Y/N said. She was headed for dorm room.

Not long after, Y/N was pulled into an empty classroom.

“WHA-“ Y/N’s shout was interrupted.

“What is wrong with you?” asked Draco.

“I don’t know what you are talking abo-“ she was interrupted again.

“Oh, cut the bullshit already! You ditch on me and Theo last night and you have been off all morning?” asked Draco.

“I- erm- I am really worried about Snape’s class you know?” she lied.

“So this is what it’s all about.” said Draco. “I thought you were mad at me or something.” he added.

“You have been distant lately. It’s like one minute you are the center of the conversation, and you are gone in the next.” Draco said, worried.

“Told you, I have been struggling with potions.”

That was the best I could come up with? She thought to herself. I must be a disgrace to the house of Slytherin.

“I will help you, okay? Meet me in the library after dinner.” said Draco.

“No- I mean you dont have to.” she said.

“No, I need to fix whats bothering my best friend.” Draco winked.

Your WHAT? Now, we are best friends. If there is something worse than being friends with him existed then it would totally be being best friends with him.

“Come on, we need to get to class.” Added Draco.

Potions was boring for Y/N. Until Snape assigned the homework. A homework which was needed to be done with partners.

“I will assign your partners this time.” said Snape.

“Miss Granger, you are with Mr Longbottom.”

“Miss Y/L/N, you are with…..

“Mr Malfoy” Y/N prayed.

“Mr. Potter.” Snape said.

The anger in Draco’s eyes was visible, if not, it was felt by every single person in class. However, no one dared to state the obvious.

“Oh shit. Now it is getting interesting.” Blaise said to Theo.

“Yeah, just wait till the class is over and Draco starts whining about it.” said Theo.

As Harry walked closer to Y/N, Draco was already watching them.

Y/N and Harry greeted and started to talk about the project.

Whenever Y/N looked to Draco, he was already watching her.

But this time something was different. Draco’s eyes was not filled with the warmth that Y/N was used to see, instead it was filled with something she couldn’t name.

It was jealousy. So much jealousy that he could explode any minute now.

Slytherin group was already gone when Y/N and Potter realized that the class is over. As a matter of fact, everyone was gone and they were alone in the classroom.

“I must have lost the track of time.” said Y/N to Potter.

“Yeah. Seems we both did.” he agreed.

They rushed to outside.

“If Potter is that interesting, you can always go be his friend.” said Draco to Y/N. He has been standing outside the classroom waiting for Y/N, this whole time.

“What? We were just talking about the project.” said Y/N.

“Yeah? That must be the reason you couldn’t care to join your friends when leaving the class.” Draco said, angrily.

“Oh, possesiveness is a trait of yours, isn’t it?” Y/N asked mocking.

“Potter is my red line. Do. Not. Cross. It.” Draco said in the most serious tone possible, grabbing Y/N’s wrist.

“Too bad, he. İs my. Partner” Y/N said jokingly.

Little did they both knew, they had already crossed the red line in each other’s hearts.

“So, why do I even need to mix these things?”

“Like what on earth am I going to need these potion for?” Y/N asks, pretending to be oblivious to keep her lie going.

“Just try to memorize the ingredients and you will be okay.” Draco assured.

“Okay.” said knowing everything Draco has been telling her since the minute one.

“By the way, I really don’t understand why you stress over potions. You are the smartest witch I know.” said Draco lifting his eyebrows.

“I don’t know, it is not the class that stresses me, it is the professor. Snape is tense, you know?” Y/N shouted another lie.

“What? He is practically one of your father’s best friends. They’ve known each other since they were what? Like 11?” Draco asked.

“Yeah but still, he was always so intimidating.” Was Y/N’s answer.

“Truth to be told, I am his favourite, but you are not so bad yourself.” He said laughing.

“Well, I know he likes us, he is better to us than others.” Y/N said agrreing.

“See? He’s not so bad after all.” Draco said.

Rest of their study session went on as a chat session. Things was always so easy and calming between Y/N and Draco.

“Merlin, I missed talking to you about anything-“ Draco was interrupted by Y/N “Let’s leave, I have to check Gullygum.” Said Y/N, Anything to avoid this confrontation she thought.

“Gullygum? As your cat?”

“Yeah Draco, how many other Gullygums do you know of?” teased Y/N as she was packing her things.

The night was calm. As they were headed to Slytherin common room together the only sound which can be heard was their footsteps. As they pass by the torches lining the walls, the flickering light casts shadows that seem to dance across their faces. The sound of Draco’s breathing and the rustle of Y/N’s clothing as they walk creates a gentle white noise, as if the whole world has fallen away and it's just the two of them.

“So.” Draco said breaking the silence.

“Now tell me, why have you been so distant lately. And don’t ever think about lying to me because it is obvious you have no problem with classes.” Draco asked.

“Oh for fucks sake Draco, everything is fine. Friends don’t push each other like that.” Y/N stated, emphasizing the word friends.

“Yeah, friends.” whispered to himself Draco. But Y/N didn’t hear a thing for she was so tired with Draco pushing her to confess.

As the first beams of sunlight filtered through the small windows of the Slytherin dungeons, the house's green and silver shades appeared to come to life.

“Wake up! Today’s the day!” Daphne shouted to Pansy and Y/N.

“What day?” Y/N asked, half asleep.

“Are you serious? You forgot about it?” Pansy asked her.

“About what?”

“About the PARTY YOU SILLY!” Daphne shouted.

Oh, shoot. It’s today! The party which was organized by Daphne and Pansy, the party they couldn’t stop talking about.

The girls were already headed to Great Hall when Y/N was done dressing up.

As usual, the boys of Slytherin was waiting for their princesses at the table.

Pansy and Daphne wouldn’t stop talking about the party, how they have been planning this for weeks if not months.

In the middle of their conversation, an owl dropped a box to Y/N. The box had a letter.

You deserve the world. We love & miss you.

Mom & Dad.

And the letter made Y/N realize how homesick she was. She loved Hogwarts, she loved her friends and she loved her Draco but something about her parent’s letter made her miss her home. Maybe it was how the words they use reminded Mr and Mrs. Y/L/N’s relationship to their daughter. They had something Y/N admired. One day she dreams of having with Draco.

“Will you open it already?” said Blaise.

“Oh, let me just-“ she was interrupted by Pansy.

“OH. MY. GOD.” shouted Pansy.

“THAT MUST HAVE COST A FORTUNE.” said Daphne in a shock.

“This is so nice.” Said Draco.

“Aww, thank you guys. I must write them back as soon as I can.” Said Y/N heading towards the exit of the Great Hall.

“I envy how your father cares about you. I guess it is different when you are a girl.” Says a familiar voice.

“OH- You scared me.” Said Y/N shaking.

“Just cool darling.” Said Draco.

“I got this memory of us kids in my head. When we both fell of our broomsticks how your father ran towards you and mine just mocked me.” Said Draco.

“Oh, Dray, I’m sure you are remembering wrong.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, maybe.” Draco said.

The rest of the day went on as usual, the classes and stuff. In the evening there was a rush in girls dorm. Y/N had already picked her dress and she was getting ready for the party when she heard a knock on the door.

“Do you think you can help me with my tie- WHOA.. You look..erm- pretty.” Said Draco. “Heavenly” he whispered to himself.

“Oh, thank you. Yes I sure can.” Y/N said leaning towards him.

There was an undeniable tension and chemistry between them. Their lips were just inches apart. Draco’s grey eyes were fixated on Y/N’s eyes. The more they stay this close, the more Y/N’s hand shook. This was the closeness they were both longing for. It was almost like Draco didn’t want to let her go. Almost.

“So, I was thinking that we can go to party together since I am already here.” Said Draco.

“Yeah, yeah let me just grab my purse.” Y/N agreed.

The Slytherin common room was transformed into a grand party hall, decorated with green and silver banners, glittering streamers, and shining orbs that floated above the dance floor. The room was alive with the sound of music, laughter, and clinking of glasses, as the students of Slytherin danced and chatted, all in their finest clothes. The grand staircase leading to the upper levels of the castle provided the perfect stage for the hosts to make their grand entrance, clad in their finest robes and basking in the admiration of their guests. It was a Slytherin party atmosphere unlike any other, full of luxury, power, and excitement.

Draco instinctively put his hand on Y/N’s back, like he wanted to show everyone who she belonged to. Y/N was shivering for she was longing Draco’s touch for some time now.

Not so long after, a group of Slytherins decided to play the game of spin the bottle. Y/N and Draco were among the group, both secretly hoping the bottle would point to each other.

As the game progressed, the bottle spun round and round, landing on various members of the group. Finally, it was Y/N’s turn. The bottle spun and spun, seeming to take forever to come to a stop. When it finally did, it was pointed towards Cedric Diggory, who grinned eagerly.

Without a second thought, Cedric leaned in for a kiss. Y/N closed her eyes, allowing the kiss to happen.

Draco, who had been watching the entire thing with a scowl, could feel his anger about to boil over. He didn't know why he felt so strongly about Y/N , but he did, and seeing her kiss someone else fueled a fire deep within him.

“My turn.” said Blaise eagerly.

“I am going to call it a night.” said Draco not even glancing a side eye to Y/N.

Guilt was growing inside Y/N’s heart. But she didn’t have any choice. It was all a game after all.

Rest of the party was a usual Slytherin party. With the shock of Draco leaving the party so early, Y/N decided to call it a night, as well.

Next morning, Y/N wanted to see if Draco is doing okay. So before heading to Great Hall for breakfast she decided to stop by Draco’s dorm.

As she knocked on the door, a girl she didn't recognize opened the door of Draco's room.

“Hello?” She asked

“Who is it?” Draco shouted.

“Um-I wanted to-um…” Y/N was stunned. For a moment, she thought she can actually heart the breaking noise of her heart.

Draco came to the door and when he saw Y/N standing, he was frozen. It was clear that he spent the night with this girl.

“We can talk later.” Said Y/n, heartbroken, and jealous at the same time.

She was holding her tears back while walking to Great Hall. Not angry but heartbroken.

Just when she sat to breakfast, she felt a familiar voice approaching.

“Hey, Y/N.” said Cedric.

“Hi Cedric.” said Y/N.

“Is not that the guy she kisses last night?” asked Blaise.

Daphne nodded.

“Can I talk to you in private?” Cedric asked.

“Sure.”

They were headed to the exit of the Great Hall when Y/N felt Draco’s eyes on her when he was walking by.

“So, what is it that you want to ask?” Y/N said.

“I know this might sound ridicolus but I can’t stop thinking about our kiss last night. I was wondering if you would like yo go on a date with me?” “If you would give us the chance to get to know each other better.” Asked Cedric, hesitation can be seen from all over his face.

With the jealousy and broken heart, Y/N didn’t even think for a moment.

“ Yes Cedric.” she smiled.

“Oh, I’m happy now. I will pick you up after dinner tomorrow, so we can go for a drink at Hogsmeade?”

“Sounds like the perfect date.” nodded Y/N.

It clearly was an impulsive decision. It. Clearly. Was. Cedric didn’t even catch Y/N’s attention for once. Except last night, when she had to kiss him. She didn’t had the choice unlike Draco. Draco had the choice to not drag a girl to his dorm.

“What did he want?” Asked Pansy.

“A date.” Y/N answered.

“ A DATE?” Pansy shouted. “Not a chance” she added.

“Actually, I-“ Y/N was imterrupted.

“ Oh no you didn’t” Pansy said.

“ Sure as hell, I did.” Y/N said walking to class.

The next day went on as quickly. Y/N was getting ready for her date when it crossed her mind that she hadn’t seen Draco over a day. For them, it was a record. They were practically inseperable. Not so long ago, at least.

Y/N was headed to Great Hall to meet Cedric when she looked up and saw Draco, Theo and Pansy was sitting by the fireplace just chatting casually.

“Ready for you date?” Pansy asked which caused Draco to look at Y/N angrily.

“What date?” Theo responded.

“Oh, didn’t you hear, she is going on a date with Diggory,” Pansy answered.

“Lucky man got to steal our girl, didn’t he Draco?” Said theo.

Draco didn’t respond, he just nodded. As far as anyone can see, he was devastated.

As Y/N got back from her date, it was already pass midnight. The castle was so quiet as she walked to the dungeons of Slytherin. Y/N opened the door to the common room, only to find out Draco sitting where she left him hours ago.

The fireplace crackling sound in the midnight echoes throughout the empty Slytherin common room, adding an eerie quality to the scene. The pops and crackles of the fire seem to reverberate off the walls, creating an almost hypnotic rhythm that feels both calming and unsettling.

Did he waited for her to get back from her date?

As he waits, he stares into the flames, lost in thought. The sound of the fire is the only thing that breaks the silence of the room, and it's as if the fire is the only company he has.

The sound of the fire crackling is also a reminder of the late hour, creating a sense of intimacy and secrecy that seems fitting for the moment.

As Draco waits for you to return, the sound of the fire crackling grows softer and more gentle. It's as if the fire is signaling that something new is about to happen, that a new chapter is about to begin.

“I know I messed up.” said Draco in a rather sad voice.

“I know it should have been me who took you on this date.” he added.

The sound of the fire becomes louder and more chaotic, mirroring the rush of feelings that Y/N is experiencing. It crackles and pops, adding a layer of intensity to the moment. The flames seem to grow brighter, casting an orange glow across the room and making everything feel more dramatic.

Despite the chaos of the fire, Draco's words are clear and heartfelt.

“I know it should have been me who gets to call you his girlfriend.” he finally looked up to Y/N who was in a total shock.

“Draco” she whispered.

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.” he whispered. “I have always loved you and only you.”

“And I love you Draco Malfoy.” she added. “I have always waited for you and only you.”

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dark-frosted-heart · 7 months ago

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Clavis’ 4th Birthday Story (Part 3)

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

—An incident that happened after I left to make tea at Clavis’ request.

The sounds of swords clashing rang in a corner of the large garden.

The two had been going through paperwork in the office only a short while ago, so how did they end up fighting each other with their swords drawn?

(Clavis aside, it’s rare to see King Chevalier entertain anyone)

Clavis caught King Chevalier’s swing at the right moment.

To the untrained eye, the two would look evenly matched.

Clavis: Haha, you’re stubborn. Just drop dead already.

Chevalier: I thought I’d settle this quickly, but it looks like you have some fight in you today.

(I really should stop them, but…)

I was reluctant to when I saw how Clavis was enjoying himself.

(Now that I think about it, every year on King Chevalier’s birthday, Clavis would celebrate by swinging his sword)

Chevalier doesn’t see any value in birthdays and doesn’t accept any well wishes or celebrations.

So Clavis swinging his sword every year to celebrate(?) acts as a reminder.

(Perhaps it’s reversed this time)

(Even though King Chevalier says he doesn’t celebrate…)

If their official business was actually something important, I doubt King Chevalier would drop it and draw his sword.

It’s likely that the pile of paperwork acted as a an opening to this unique present.

(I don’t know what caused this change of heart, but…Clavis must be happy)

Watching the two exchange blows didn’t feel right

(I wanted to make Clavis happier than anyone else did…and now I feel like I’m losing to King Chevalier)

(It’s a little frustrating…)

Clavis: Chevalier, I don’t have time to casually beat you up. My lovely fiancee looks like she’s jealous.

(Hm…?)

Clavis, who had been engaged in a fast-paced sword fight, took a step back and reached into his pocket.

What was quickly thrown to the ground exploded, creating a plume of smoke.

(Woah, the smoke’s coming this way!)

As I held my breath, I suddenly found myself lifted out of the smoke that clouded my vision—

Clavis: Let’s run.

Emma: Woah, huh…why?!

Clavis carried me with ease and ran through the garden.

Before I could even process what was happening, we arrived at a guest room decorated just like the ones in the castle.

Clavis set me down like a gentleman and peeked down the hall.

Clavis: Haha, so he didn’t chase after me in the end. Looks like I won today.

Emma: King Clavis…what was that fight just then?

Clavis: Rebellion of course. There was no way I was going to let him take up more of my precious time on my birthday, regardless of circumstances.

Emma: Is it okay to rebel against official business?

Clavis: I verified that it could all be done tomorrow…That man took advantage of me. Ah, just thinking about it makes me angry.

(...That sour look. I wonder what they talked about while I was gone)

Clavis: You forget about that treacherous man too. In the time left, our new maid will be celebrating with me.

Emma: …

Clavis: What’s wrong?

Emma: …King Clavis, didn’t you call me your “lovely fiancee” earlier?

Clavis: Hmm…Did I?

(I’d like to think I was imagining it, but there’s no question about his demeanor)

(My surprise operation…)

I resisted the urge to collapse and removed my glasses.

Emma: How long have you known?

Clavis: Oh, so the new maid was Emma all along…!

Emma: Don’t pretend to be surprised.

Clavis: Haha, don’t pout.

As if to console me, Clavis hugged me around the shoulders and kissed my forehead.

Clavis: I love you, so how could I not have noticed? I’m confident that I can see through any of your disguises.

(Now that I think about it, he even recognized me while I was dressed as a man some birthdays ago)

(He knew from the very beginning but pretend he didn’t to not let me down)

(My heart’s a mess from both happiness and frustration)

Emma: I guess I still need to practice more if I want to surprise you.

Clavis: Yes, that’s right. But your aim wasn’t to surprise me, was it? My lovely fiancee, whom I didn’t think I’d be able to see on my birthday, appeared before my eyes and stayed by my side the entire time. Furthermore, she showed just how much she loved me when she saw through and stopped all my pranks. Is there a man out there that wouldn’t feel over the moon by this? I doubt it. I had another wonderful birthday this year. There were some complications, but you made up for them.

When I looked up, Clavis’ smile melted my heart.

(That’s the face I wanted to see)

It was one different from the joy he expressed while with King Chevalier.

Only I got to see Clavis look this relaxed.

(...My surprise failed, but getting to see this kind of happiness on your face made it all worth it)

My frustration vanished instantly, leaving only happiness in my heart.

Emma: It’s still too early to feel satisfied. The real thing’s just beginning.

Clavis: Haha, is that so?

Those alluring golden eyes made my heart skip a beat as he held my gaze.

I couldn’t help but kiss him when I saw the look of love on his face.

When I stole a kiss, fingers curled around the back of my neck, fanning the flames.

(...I was thinking about getting the cake I prepared for him…)

Clavis sealed my lips with his and slowly shed the gentlemanly facade.

Every touch sent heat down to my core, snatching away any confidence I had to leave this room.

(Rather than cake right now…)

I also placed my hand on the back of his neck and desperately tried to take in all the love given to me.

Emma: Apologies to King Chevalier, but…I want to spend the rest of the time with you. I’ll celebrate you for as long as we can, Clavis.

Clavis: Yes, of course. But I have one complaint…

He gently pushed me down on the bed and lifted the hem of my maid skirt.

Clavis: This skirt’s a bit too long for my birthday, don’t you think?

Emma: ……You pervert.

(Wait, no. It’s his birthday today. It’s his birthday)

When I shook my head and lifted my skirt, Clavis smiled as if he was about to burst into laughter—

Clavis: I’m a man who likes to be celebrated, so I’ll let you celebrate as much as you want.

—Eventually I was able to leave the room just as the morning sun began to light up the world.

I prepared the tea and birthday cake while savoring the happiness from the sensation of my body still feeling flushed.

But Clavis, with an elbow propped on a pillow and dreamy expression on his face, didn’t even try to get up.

Emma: Don’t you want to eat?

Clavis: Of course I do. But the problem is that I don’t feel like getting out of bed today. Oh dear, what a problem indeed. I could eat if my kind-hearted, lovely fiancee would feed me.

Emma: ……

Clavis: Every year I look forward to being wrapped in your love. Can you at least do this for the birthday boy?

Emma: …Just for today, okay?

(I have no choice but to respond when he’s looking at me expectantly)

(But I can’t bring myself to look at Clavis when he looks so charming after just waking up)

He’s normally fully dressed by the time I’ve woken up, so it’s rare to see him with just his shirt.

I turned away from Clavis, who still had the traces of last night surrounding him, and carefully placed the tray with the birthday set on the bed.

While I sliced the rainbow cake with the fork and brought a piece to his mouth, eyes down, I felt a strange sensation on my leg.

Emma: W-what are you doing?

Clavis: Oh, would you like me to explain in detail? Sure. I saw your exposed legs, so I thought you were offering—

Emma: Hurry up and eat your cake, happy birthday!

Sensing a hint of pleasure, I shoved the cake against his lips, but his hand didn’t leave my leg. Instead, he began to tickle the back of my knee in a lewd way.

Emma: Nn…

Clavis: Haha, that was a sweet sound.

Emma: The cake’s about to fall off.

Clavis: We can’t have that. I don’t want to miss a single piece from a cake you made. Come on now. If you keep looking away, it’ll really fall.

(Ah, that’s why he’s playing a prank…)

Determined to overcome his sex charm, I met his gaze.

I had to steel myself so my hands wouldn’t shake when met with such overwhelming charm, but Clavis looked satisfied.

Clavis: You really know how to please me, don’t you?

Emma: Do I?

Clavis: Yes. I present you with the honor of Lelouch Master. A title only you could earn.

Emma: That… Might make me feel a little happy.

Clavis: Don’t feel so modest. You’re “very happy” aren’t you?

(Geez…)

I felt so embarrassed that I unconsciously tried to look elsewhere, but a finger on my knee started acting mischievous again, as if to reprimand me.

Clavis: Keep your eyes on me, Miss Accomplice. After all, everything I do is out of love for you, isn’t it? Not just now, but everything else up to this point.

(“Accomplice” instead of “fiancee”...There was something implied there)

(Why accomplice all of a sudden…)

(...Ah)

Emma: Clavis, it can’t be that…all the pranks played on King Chevalier…they were—

Clavis: As expected of the Lelouch Master. You’re pretty sharp.

(I see…those pranks weren’t for King Chevalier)

(Maybe they were evil deeds done out of love so that he could watch me flounder about)

(Which means I was unknowingly an accomplice to Clavis’ evil)

Emma: You played me.

Clavis: Haha, you still have ways to go. After Master, you should aim for Legend.

Emma: Of course, I’ll get promoted right away. I’ll reach Legend next year.

Clavis: Oh, that’s a lot of confidence.

Emma: So, um…that means I want to understand you even better than before!

(No one loves Clavis more than I do)

Feeling more embarrassed, I shoved the cake in his mouth and kissed his cheek.

I’m sure my face was bright red while Clavis smiled at me in delight.

Clavis: Now then, let’s see what your future holds. Can you love me even more, Emma?

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stars-and-inkpots · 11 months ago

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Ok- sorry I’ve never done this before. But I was wondering if you could do a Gale fic/ oneshot where tav/reader somehow finds a way to like remove his orb but instead of getting rid of it all together it goes to them? Like now they have the orb in their chest and they have like all the pain and the possibility of going boom? If not that’s completely fine- I just had that idea and I felt you’d be amazing for it! I hope you have an amazing day!<3

OKAY! I know I've been gone for like five months, but I finally got motivated again! (Those new patches have thrown me right back into my hyperfixation) I know this is so very very late, but I hope you enjoy! I really liked this idea, and it honestly might end of a part of a multi-chapter thing if I get around to it. This is set before the events of the game.

(p.s. it's 3 am and I haven't really read through this, so I'm sorry if there are some mistakes that I won't catch till I've slept)

What's Yours is Mine | Gale x Reader

After months of research, you finally find a way to get rid of the volatile orb in Gale's chest. Of course, things don't work out exactly the way you intend them to.

Pairing: Gale/Reader

Tags: hurt/comfort, angst, brief allusion to suicide(kinda?)

Ao3 Link: Baldur's Gate 3 Requests

Word Count: 1249

You know it isn’t going to be easy. It’s taken months of research, and even now as you look through the large practically ancient book, you aren’t entirely sure that this is going to work. Gale is sceptical too, he doesn’t want to get his hopes up. He also knows that when it comes to old magic like this, there is always the chance of something going wrong. It wasn’t like this was simple magic either. The nature of his condition is complicated and volatile, and this could easily cause problems.

Gale sits in the centre of the chalk circle while you finish drawing the runes around it.

“Are you sure about this, my love?”

You’ve been talking in circles like this for the past twenty minutes while you’ve been preparing for the actual ritual.

“Yes, Gale. We’re so close to a solution now.” You draw the final line of a rune and walk over to kneel in front of him. “I’m sure. If there’s a chance to help you, I want to take it.” You kiss his forehead and he gives you a small smile. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“I’m sure,” he answers, and kisses you quickly before you stand again.

With the circle of runes finished, you move to grab the book. The page you need is bookmarked, and you flip to it to study the words on the page once more. Between the lines are notes and annotations in both Gale’s and your own writing. You added reminders on how to pronounce some of the words, and Gale had marked the translation. You look at Gale once more, and he gives you a reassuring nod.

You start reciting the lines from the book. Immediately, you can feel the air begin to buzz with magic. Three lines in, and you can taste copper, which is a common side-effect when it comes to older magic like this so it’s not too concerning yet. What is a little worrying, is the sheer amount of power you can feel moving through your body while you speak, and the slight purple glow that is spreading across your arms and steadily growing brighter. You chance a glance at Gale and notice that he too seems to be feeling the same effects. There’s a growing apprehension in both of you as you continue to speak the words on the page. By the time you reach the final line, the feeling is almost unbearable. It’s like the pressure in the room has increased tenfold, like a weight has been dropped on your shoulders and bears down on your lungs.

Once you utter the final word, everything seems to slow for a moment.

Then you feel it.

A horrible pain wracks through your body. You let out a scream. It feels like something is tearing open your chest- or is it clawing its way in? You can’t tell; you can’t think. Your vision is dark, and you aren’t sure if it’s because you’ve blacked out or because pain has forced your eyes shut. Everything feels cold, far, far too cold, but also so terribly hot.

Finally, the pain lessens enough that you can take a full breath, though it is interrupted by a sputtering cough. When you eventually open your eyes again, you realise that at some point you must have fallen to the floor. You can feel Gale’s arms around you, he is shaking.

“Did it work?” You ask, despite how much it hurts to speak. The burning feeling in your chest hasn’t entirely left yet.

“That doesn’t matter. Are you okay?”

You try to sit up and wince with the effort. Gods, your chest hurts.

“I’ll be alright. Gale, did it work?” You ask again, looking for the tell-tale mark on his chest and neck. You find the scar still, skin sunken in some parts and raised in others, but it is no longer the usual, shimmering purple. Now, it just looks like a normal (save for the shape) scar. You smile, because at least the spell did its job. Then you see a look of horror cross Gale’s face.

“No, gods no,” he whispers, tentatively brushing his fingers along your collarbone. You hiss in pain. It feels like he’s brushed his hands across a fresh burn.

You bring your own hand up to feel the centre of your chest, and your stomach drops. You know the shape, having memorised it from the number of times you ran your hands across Gale’s scar. This spell worked, but not in the way it should have.

“We have to do it again,” Gale stands, pushing a still shaky hand through his messy hair. He stares at the special candles that have already burnt far too low to make it through the ritual a second time, and lets himself believe that they will be enough. “I am not going to let you carry my burden like this. Get in the circle and I can start the ritual again.”

“You know that won’t work. The candles are out, and all the herbs and incense are burnt, not to mention the crystals. It will take ages to find those again.” You don’t blame him for this, no matter how much he might blame himself and how much he might want you to blame him. “I’ll be fine, Gale. You managed it for so long, and now it’s my turn. We’ll figure it out.” A part of you remembers what Gale said of his power and how the orb drained it, but you quickly silence those thoughts before you can worry too much about your own magic.

“No. This wretched thing is the consequence of my mistake. I will not let you suffer through it. I can’t.” He’s kneeling in front of you again, cradling your face in his hands. “What if it becomes unstable? I can’t-” Gale tries and fails to keep his voice steady. “That cannot happen to you.”

“And it would be better if it were to happen to you? It is fine for you to die with it?” You return, perhaps too harshly, but surely now he might understand how it felt to hear him say such things when it was him with the magic bomb in his chest.

“I’m sorry,” is all he answers after a few moments of silence. You aren’t sure what exactly he’s apologising for, but you wrap your arms around him and rest your head on his shoulder.

“We’ll figure this out. We always do. I promise.” The pain still hasn’t subsided completely. You can’t imagine how Gale has managed to grit his teeth and bear it on his worst days if this is how the orb feels when it is, more or less, stable. You feel him press a kiss to the crown of your head. “It’s like we always say, remember? What’s yours is mine.” The phrase was common between you two. It was one of the first things Gale had said when you moved into the tower with him. ‘What’s mine is yours,’ he had said with a grand sweeping gesture. Since then it has been used whenever either of you had to borrow something from the other, anything from books to warm wool sweaters you had no intention of returning anytime soon. It seems strange to say it now, but you hope it gets your point across regardless; by the slight shake of Gale’s chest as he laughs softly, you figure it has.

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builtbybrokenbells · 2 years ago

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Picasso | aftermath

Graduating university brings plenty of emotions; pride, excitement, accomplishment, even the feeling of losing adolescence. Before their era of study draws to a close, Sam finds one more way to make the experience unforgettable for Picasso.

Read Picasso here

Pairing: sam kiszka x f!reader

Word Count: 5.6k

Warnings: literally just fluff!! some swearing, too!sorry if i miss any!

hey so i wasn’t going to do this, but i couldn’t help myself ahahah. i didn’t want to make Picasso into a series, mostly because i loved the characters too much to write anything other than sweetness for them, and i always tend to throw in a bit of tension with longer stories. besides, everyone reads a series for a happy ending, right? but, i did want to write some more fluffiness because i grew super attached to these characters in specific. so, enjoy the little glimpse at happiness i wrote for them! as always, be kind, enjoy, and don’t mind any grammar mistakes 🫶🏻

“Stop moving!” You expelled, a giggle falling from your lips.

“I didn’t move!” Sam shot back, a laugh hidden in his defence.

“Clearly you did! If you didn’t, why is your Bass facing the wall, now?” The question caused a look of surprise to cross his face. He looked down at the instrument, unable to argue the point. “Don’t lie to me, Samuel!” You continued to look over the top of the canvas, hoping to catch his eye for a moment. Redness was riddled across your skin, the constant ghost of laughter stuck in your throat, and the urge to throw your paintbrushes down and run over to kiss him was growing by the second. He glanced over at you, doing his absolute best to keep his body still.

“It’s hard, okay? I don’t think I’ve ever sat still for this long in my entire life!”

“You were the one who insisted we do it this way, so stop complaining.” You reminded him, looking over the glisten of wet paint on the previously white material.

“Can’t a man change his mind?”

“No, actually.” You nudged your fingertip against the spot you’d just brushed the bristles against, smoothing out the dollop of paint that laid on a bit too thick. “In your words, a reference photo is ‘impersonal and boring’. If you want to be a live model so bad, then shut up and enjoy it.”

“You’re mean to me, you know. You used to be so nice.” He chided, but obliged to your request. He kept his position, both of you knowing that the argument was only in good fun.

“Then I got to know you.” You grumbled.

“Ouch,” you ran a few thin strokes of white paint through the mess of brown you’d used for his hair. “I don’t have to take this abuse.” He informed you.

“God, you talk a lot!” You exclaimed, a grin eating away at your lips. “The more you distract me, the longer this is going to take!”

“Fine,” he replied, much like a toddler who couldn’t get his way. You both fell back into silence, your hands working while your eyes familiarized yourself with him even more, if it were even possible.

In truth, you were almost finished with the portrait. You were dragging it out just a little bit longer because of his refusal to comply. You’d been working for a few hours, now, focused solely on your final piece for the semester. Portraits were your least favourite type of painting, but the process was much more enjoyable with him as the subject. This was your seventh and final session, the weeks of hard work finally coming to a close. You were almost sad to wrap up the project, mostly because it meant your uninterrupted one-on-one time would be coming to an end, too. Not that it would disappear completely, though. You were sure you’d both find another way to engross yourself in one another. It was just how you worked; yours and Sam’s lives were almost unbearably intertwined, starting from the very beginning and only worsening as time went on.

The end of your university experience was drawing to a close. This class was your final credit needed to graduate, and you were determined to go above and beyond. There was no doubt in your mind that this would do the trick, but even you had to admit you were a tad bit biased. In your opinion, anything that had to do with Sam was awe-inspiring. The piece was your largest to date; it was nearly half your height and was about just as wide. To you, it didn’t matter. You’d paint murals if it meant you got to showcase the beauty of Sam Kiszka. In the journey of loving him, this was your biggest profession of romance, to date.

Starting all the way back in freshman year, he’d managed to win your heart simply by existing. By chance, you’d managed to catch his attention, too. If Danny had not been such a meddler, you would never be where you are, now. After that first night of emotional confession, your’s and Sam’s lived seemed to intertwine as if it were written in the stars to be that way. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner dates, late nights at the studio where he watched you work, sneaking into the music conservatory to listen to him play, and many nights spent in each others beds lead to an undeniable connection. You’d fallen in love with each other before you’d ever shared a word, and it only grew stronger as time passed.

In your second year, you’d gotten a tiny studio apartment for yourself and continued on with your studies while off-campus. Sam and Danny moved in together just down the street, leaving an even bigger opportunity for your relationship to grow. By the time third year rolled around, you and Sam were beyond dedicated to each other. Danny had quickly worked his way to being your best friend in the entire world, and you finally seemed to find that sense of belonging you’d spent your entire life searching for. In your third year, it was unspoken that you’d be moving in with them, too. That year, you had the opportunity to meet his family, and with their soaring approval, you solidified your home in his heart. Now, three years later, you were still as in love with him as you were in the beginning.

It had been a lifetimes worth of music, art, and laughter. Never a fear of standing in each others way, because you were both always each others biggest fans. Never a question of doubt, or limitation, because you became professionals at growing alongside each other. He wasn’t your reason to live, or anything as dramatic of the sorts, but he certainly made life better. Every moral, memory, and purpose remained the same, they just grew to include him, too. You’d left your hometown in hopes of self-discovery, and you found it, along with so much more. There was never a need to leave and search for more, because you’d found everything you needed within the walls of that run down-residence building.

“I’m done,” you breathed, a toothy smile breaking out on your face. His eyes lit up, almost as if he couldn’t believe your words. He made a move to stand, but you held your hand up to stop him. “Hold on!” you took another look over at him. You couldn’t help but feel a rush of adoration at the sight. The rays of sunlight were filtering through the window and hitting him perfectly, casting a golden glow over his already breathtaking features. A small smile danced on his lips, but it almost permanently resided there. You were certain he wasn’t even aware of it. His hair was practically shining in the light, and his eyes remained on you, so full of love and letting you know it without even having to speak it aloud. You checked over the painting, ensuring you had every detail perfect. “Yeah, it’s done.” You beamed.

“Can I see?” A glimmer of hope twinkled in his eye. You hadn’t let him see it at all, wanting the grand finale to take him as a shock.

“Yeah,” you nodded, holding your hand out to him. He stood, placing his bass on its stand in the corner of the room. He approached you with caution, scared that you may change your mind. When you didn’t protest, he grabbed hold of your hand and laced his fingers through yours. You gave him a gentle pull towards you, ushering him closer. Before looking at the canvas, he leaned down and placed a kiss on your lips. You gave a hum of satisfaction, happy for the gesture. “Ready?” He nodded, hesitant to pull back from you.

He took a step back, eyes taking in the portrait before him. A few minutes passed before he spoke; he wanted to appreciate it as much as he could. “Y/n, this is… phenomenal.” He said, leaning closer to get a better look. “I don’t think I’ve ever looked that pretty.” You let out a small laugh, shaking your head at his statement.

“I was actually worried I didn’t do you any justice.” You admitted. You took the time to examine the piece, too.

He was sat on a stool, head tilted towards the ceiling with his hair cascading down his back, giving the best view of his face. The neck of his bass guitar was held in his hand, the body propped on his foot which was resting on one of the rungs of the stool. It was turned towards you at an angle, used more as an accessory rather than a centre. You added some hanging plants in the background, vines standing prominent against the beige wall. On his left, you showcased the window which had been casting the glow over him. He looked ethereal, although to you, that was completely normal.

“Justice?” He scoffed. “This is…” he paused, trying to put his thoughts into a coherent sentence. “I don’t even have the right words for this, baby. It looks like you took the picture with a camera.” He let his hand fall on your upper back, the feeling sending a shiver down your spine.

“Worth the wait?” You asked, looking up to him.

“Very much so.” He assured you. “Are you submitting this for the contest, too?”

“I was thinking about it.” You admitted. The university was holding a competition for the upper year art students. The prize was money, but that didn’t really matter to you. What mattered was showing off your work, and your beautiful boyfriend in the process. It was more of a show of luck; bragging, even. “Wasn’t sure if I was going to enter at all, but I’m thinking that I should at least try. If I submit this one, I’ll have to win. Bet they’ve never seen a portrait of someone this beautiful.” You smiled. He let out a chuckle, leaning down and placing a kiss on your head.

“Only way it could have been better is if you painted a picture of yourself.” You felt the familiar blush rise to your cheeks, one he never had any trouble causing. “You know, I’m glad we use this room for this stuff.” He hummed, taking in the overflowing mess of art supplies and instruments. When you all moved in, you and Sam had claimed the extra room for all things art and music. Danny had no issue with it, spending just as much time in there with you both. It saved both of you from having to travel to campus to work, and gave you some extra bedroom space by not having to store all of your stuff in there with you.

“Me, too.” You agreed.

“When we get our own house, I want your art everywhere.” He whispered. “It deserves to be shown off,” you turned your head to look up at him, giving him a smile. “Just like you.” He took your face in his hand, leaning down and giving you another kiss.

“You’re just being nice because you finally got me to paint a portrait of you.” You teased. He’d been hinting at the idea since you’d started dating, but you’d always brushed it off. You vowed you would someday, but you wanted to have all the knowledge and practice you needed before attempting to recreate such a beautiful scene. At the end of your degree, you finally decided to take him up on the offer, feeling ready for the challenge. To date, it was your most prized creation. Less so for the work you put into it, more so because it was a picture of him.

“I’m always nice to you.” His lips turned down into a frown. You pulled him into another kiss, quickly erasing the expression away. When he pulled back, you were almost sad at the loss of contact. Still, years later, you were just as excited to kiss him, or touch him, or speak with him. It was like you’d never moved on from the honeymoon stage; the love and the adoration all the same, just with the added bonus of knowing him completely. He was your best friend more so than your partner. He made the happiness a little bit bigger, and the sadness a little less intense. You were hopelessly in love with him, still pining over him like you used to while sitting alone in your dorm room. The difference though, was now you got to share a life with him. It was a beautiful thing to crush on someone while actively getting to love them. “We better get ready if we’re gonna make that dinner reservation.” He said, noticing the time on the clock behind you.

“Oh, yeah! I forgot about that.” You admitted, feeling a bit guilty.

“I didn’t,” he smiled, hoping you didn’t notice the hint of nervousness behind his eyes. You got up, removing your apron and hanging it on one of the hooks on the wall. You left the canvas there, figuring it would dry enough to move it by the time you got back. You cleaned up your paints and brushes and put them all away while Sam helped where he could. He knew you liked to keep them in a certain way, so he tried to aid without overstepping or disrupting your organization.

You both went back to your shared bedroom, searching for an outfit suitable for the restaurant Sam had chosen. He didn’t give you much information, aside from telling you it was fancy and your reservation was for 6. You grabbed a dress from your closet, eyeing it for a while before deciding it was good enough. You brought it to the bathroom, showering quickly and changing into it. You blow dried your hair and threw on some makeup, spritzing on some perfume before checking yourself in the mirror. You let out a noise of triumph, satisfied with your work. When you joined Sam, he was changed into a pair of black jeans and a button up, cuffed up to the elbows. He’d thrown on cologne, the smell immediately enveloping you and inviting you in. His hair was hanging down, framing his face, perfectly showcasing his features.

“You look stunning,” he breathed, looking you up and down.

“You look pretty good yourself,” you complimented, approaching him and placing a kiss to his cheek. He turned his head, capturing your lips in a real kiss before you got away.

“Ready?” He asked, giving you a smile. He was fidgeting with his hands, unsure of what to do with them. To busy them, he threw on a jacket, checking his pockets a few times before looking back to you, waiting for an answer.

“Yeah,” you nodded, grabbing a light jacket for yourself. You picked some nice shoes from the closet, slipping them on and reaching for his hand. He took it, almost immediately relaxing at the feeling. You both left the room with no more words exchanged.

As you made your way to the front door, you passed Danny in the kitchen. He gave a wave, engrossed in whatever textbook he had on display in front of him. He looked up only for a moment to give a smile. “Big date night?” He asked, taking in your attire. You gave a nod, a small smile on your lips.

“You, too, I see.” You joked.

“Yeah,” he laughed. “One last exam and then I’m a free man.”

“I just finished my last project, too.” You beamed. Sam was finished a week ago, his degree practically in his hand already.

“We’re all grown up, now.” Danny said, looking between both of you.

“If that’s what you’d like to call it.” Sam chuckled.

“You guys better go if you’re gonna make the reservation.” Danny said, checking his watch. You tilted your head to the side, curious as to why Danny was so aware of the specifics of your date. “Don’t have too much fun, and be home before ten.” He sent a wink in Sam’s direction.

“Will do.” Sam gave him a joking salute. With that, he continued to guide you towards the front door. As you stepped outside, the sun warmed your face, causing a smile. The wind was still cool, but the essence of summer was knocking on the door, practically ready to burst through. You both walked down the street wordlessly, content with the company and the promise of a good night. The joys of living so close to campus also meant that there were plenty of stores and restaurants within walking distance, too.

It didn’t take long to reach the restaurant, only a few minutes at your casual pace. When you arrived, Sam held the door for you. You smiled to yourself, instantly reminded of the memory of the first dinner you shared together. He entered behind you, wasting no time snaking his arm around your waist. He walked up to the worker who was seating customers and let him know his name. Without hesitation, he led you both to a corner booth. Your eyes took in the sight around you, marvelling at the fanciful decor and structure of the building. You slid in one side and Sam sat across from you. With a bid of a good night and a pair of menus, you two were left alone.

Sam was back to fidgeting with his hands, unsure of what to do with himself. You reached across the table, placing your hand atop of his and giving it a gentle squeeze. “What’s up?” You asked, curious once more.

“I don’t know, just nervous I guess.” He let out a small laugh.

“What are you nervous for? It’s just me, Sammy.”

“I know.” He responded. “I’m always nervous around pretty girls.” He smiled. Your anxiety was soothed, happy to hear some normalcy from him. “So, you know how we were talking about moving to Frankenmuth for a while?” He asked. You nodded, wondering where he was going with the question.

“I found a spot, and I think you’ll like it.” He said, reaching into his pocket to grab his phone. You grinned, eager to see what he’d discovered. He was incredibly excited to be moving in together, just the two of you. You’d decided you would stay in his hometown for a while, just to figure life out before settling down permanently. You both agreed that access to family was a good idea, and there was no way in hell you would move back to your hometown. Plus, over the years, his family had become your own, anyhow. You both had been apartment hunting with no real intent; neither of you had found one that caught your eye.

He pulled up a picture, showing you the listing. You took his phone, swiping through the photographs. With each picture, you found yourself falling more in love with the place. When you reached the end, you gave an eager nod. “That’s the one, I think.” He smiled, letting out a small sigh of relief.

“Josh actually sent it to me, so we can thank him.” He admitted.

“You had your brothers on the hunt, too?” You laughed.

“Everyone, actually.” He admitted, cheeks dusted with pink. “Wanted to find the perfect spot.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Sam. Anywhere would be perfect as long as I’m with you.” You assured him. He caught your eye, giving you a smile. “But, in terms of perfect places, that’s the one.” You added.

“Then it’s settled.” You handed him his phone back. You both agreed that once you had some money saved, you’d travel the world. You were certain you wanted to be with him, but your craving for experiencing the world had never left. You were grateful that he was so supportive of the idea, and that you’d get to share the memories with him, now. Soon after, you both ordered your food. Sam’s attention fell on a bottle of champagne on the menu, not being able to resist the temptation. You couldn’t find it in yourself to fake a complaint, content with his choice, too. When the waiter returned with two glasses, he was sure to fill yours before his. You sipped at the drink, watching him carefully.

“You know, you never told me why we’re on such a fancy outing.” You were begging for just a sliver of information. He was always taking you on dates, never afraid to show you off, but this one was quite different than the others. Much more serious, and he was being awfully reserved as to why.

“Celebrating.” He said, but that was all.

“Celebrating what, exactly?” He gave a shrug.

“Graduation, adulthood… us.” He grinned.

“We celebrate us everyday, don’t you think?” You laughed.

“Is there an issue with that?” He teased. Before you could reply, your food was brought to the table. Instead of continuing the conversation, you both ate in almost silence, not realizing how hungry you were.

The meal was filled with small chatter, nothing of importance but still fulfilling. Mostly just talk about the future, excitement for the new beginning and verbalized happiness because you both could experience it together. As you were finishing your meal, you were also making noticeable progress with the bottle of champagne. Sam threw the idea of dessert in the air, sparking your interest further. “You’re really treating me, tonight.” You smirked.

“Nothing but the best for you, Picasso.” That was one thing that never changed; the nickname. If anything, it grew to become permanent, almost a rite of passage. You were certain you’d never escape it.

You and Sam settled on sharing a dessert, both too full to handle one of your own. It didn’t take long for that to be presented to you, too. As you both picked away at it, you noticed Sam’s aura change once more. Somewhere between the apartment talk and the second glass of champagne, his anxiety seemed to melt away. Now that the dinner was coming to a close, it was back in full force. You thought he might explode, just by the way his leg was bouncing under the table. His nervousness was producing one in you, too, completely unaware of why he felt such a way.

“Okay, you’ve gotta tell me what’s up.” You gave a little chuckle, catching his attention. “You’re scaring me.”

“No! It’s nothing bad, I promise.” He laughed, catching on to what you were saying and stopping his nervous ticks.

“Then what is it?” You asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

“God, you’re pushy.” He smirked. “I love you, but you’ve got no patience.”

“Never have, you know that.” You argued, defending yourself. He looked around, scoping out the restaurant and seeing that it was quite empty, now. “What is it, Sam?”

“Fine.” He placed his fork on the plate, leaning back in his seat and taking a long look over your face. You raised an eyebrow in expectation, not willing to play the game any longer. His hand returned to the pocket of his jacket, searching for something. He waited before moving any further, still looking a bit hesitant. After a moment of a staring contest, he pulled the item out and placed it on the table without a word. “I was gonna do it properly, but someone couldn’t wait any longer.” He snipped, humour very evident in his voice. You paid no mind to his torment, eyes only focused on what he’d presented to you.

“Sam…” you breathed, heart drumming against your chest. All other words got lost in translation, no coherent thought process happening in your brain.

“I know.” He hummed.

“Is that what I think it is?”

“Depends.” He said, eyeing you with caution. “Open it and find out.” You caught his gaze, all of the nerves in your body calming at the sight of him. He gave you a reassuring smile, likely feeling the same way. Still, you were quite content with the staring contest you’d started with the inanimate object. When you didn’t move, he reached for the small velvet box. He carefully pulled the top open, waiting to see your reaction.

“Sam,” You repeated, voice shaky, feeling the prickle of tears threaten to spill over. The intricate design of the diamond ring was breathtaking. It wasn’t over the top; it was small, but perfectly beautiful in its simplicity. You were certain he couldn’t have made a better choice.

“Please tell me those are happy tears.” He chuckled, but you could tell he was nearly bursting with anxiety.

“Yeah, of course they are.” You dismissed his worry, a tone of incredulity taking over. You were almost angry with him for thinking otherwise.

“Oh, thank god,” he sighed. “Didn’t want to do this if you were going to be upset. Would be a lot more embarrassing if you said no.” He joked, sliding out of the booth and holding his free hand out to you. You joined him, and he wasted no time sinking down to one knee. “I know we’re young, but I’d like to believe we’re a lot less childish than we were when we first came here. And if I do remember correctly, all of those years ago, we promised we would do stupid things and learn from them, together. I don’t think this is stupid by any means, but if it is, I’d be happy to add it to my bucket list of things to learn from, with you.” He started, speaking directly from the heart. He’d written and rewritten what he wanted to say a million times, and finally settled on a simple, short mix between everything he could think of.

“I don’t have a lot to say, because there’s no words that could ever amount to anything I feel about you. I could talk for hours and still never be able to explain it right. You’re the love of my life, you’re Picasso. You’re… everything.” He took a deep breath, the profession hitting him harder than he thought it would. “Falling in love with you was easier than falling asleep. Spending the rest of my life with you is the smallest way I can express how much you mean to me. I don’t know what comes after this life, but every day I pray that it involves you, too. I want to spend every lifetime, in every universe with you. What I feel for you is way beyond the years we get to spend here, and I know that there’s nothing that could ever compare. I have the entire world standing in front of me right now, and I’m lucky to even get to experience what it’s like to love you. So, I guess I’m asking if you’ll let me do it forever. Paint me pictures until I run out of places to put them, let me write you songs until you get sick of hearing them. Do stupid shit with me for the rest of our lives, learn with me, grow with me…” he paused. “Marry me, Picasso?”

“Of course I will, Sam.” You laughed as you nodded enthusiastically, the tears finally spilling onto your cheeks. He let out a sigh of relief, slipping the ring onto your finger. “Get off the floor, you look stupid.” You joked. He rolled his eyes, but did as you said.

“That’s what I get for being romantic?” He teased, snaking his arm around your waist.

“I love you, Sam. More than anything.” You placed a hand on his cheek, leaning in for a kiss. He held you there, finally realizing his anxiety had been entirely misplaced. “How long have you been planning this?” You asked when you pulled away.

“Well, forever.” He laughed. “Kinda knew I wanted to marry you since that first night in your dorm room. You were just… special.” He admitted. “I knew I couldn’t propose then, or I’d look pretty idiotic. But I saved every spare cent until I could afford the ring. Been sitting in my dresser for a few months, now. Was just waiting for the right time. Now that we’re done with school, I figured I was in the clear. We’re adults now, remember?” He grinned.

“You’ve known for that long?” He nodded, still holding you close to him. “I have, too, I think.” You felt another blush rise to your cheeks.

“To be honest, I wasn’t planning on doing it here. I was just too nervous, and you were asking questions, and yeah… Danny’s probably got the whole living room decorated for me. He was in on it, too. Was gonna get pictures for us.” He was a bit embarrassed, you could tell just from his voice. Also probably a bit guilty for having Danny do all the work. Even so, the proposal was perfect, and undoubtedly you. The history of your relationship with Sam was long, but mostly based on the heart, and the notion of feeling like you were safe enough to follow your heart. Just as your relationship began, the proposal was in the heat of the moment; the imperfect nature made it all the more remarkable.

“Well… here.” You pulled back from him, slipping the ring off your finger and handing it to him.

“Woah, hold on! You already said yes, and-“

“No, Sammy,” you giggled. “I’m not giving it back, I still would very much like to marry you. Just returning it momentarily. We can do it properly, let Danny get his pictures, have his proud mom moment. Plus… I think I’d like to have the memory forever. Pictures would be great.”

“Oh, okay,” he let out a long exhale. “You scared me.” You both laughed, realizing how wrong the action seemed in the beginning. “You think he’ll know?”

“I’m really good at acting.” You both knew it was a lie; your C in your theatre class looming over your head as you said it.

“Yeah, if anything, practice makes perfect.” He tried to play along. “Actually doing it was much different than practicing in front of a mirror. I practiced with Danny a few times, but he always said no. Was a bit disheartening, really.” You couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the idea, imagining the picture so clearly.

“That’s a shame. He would’ve looked so pretty in a wedding dress.”

“That’s what I said!” Sam exclaimed. You both died down from your fit of giggles after a moment. “I love you, Picasso.” He breathed.

“I love you so much, Sammy.” And you meant it, forever thankful to the university for placing him across the hall from you. You both gathered your things, paying for the bill and returning to the street. The walk home was quiet, both of you content with the company and already daydreaming about wedding planning.

When you arrived home, all of the lights were off and Danny had taken it upon himself to play some soft music through the record player. At the sound of the door, he immediately took to hiding. Sam guided you to the living room, looking to you with real hope in his eyes. Even if he’d already gotten the answer he wanted, he still wanted to please you. As he proposed the second time, it was much more put together and way less nerve-racking. Still, the tears that spilled were very real, and the enthusiasm in your yes was all the same. Danny managed to sneak a few pictures of the actual event, but saved the majority for the end, not wanting to distract either of you.

Although your performance was grand, Danny was quick to catch on to the fact Sam had let the cat out of the bag. The clarity of his speech and lax attitude was a dead giveaway. He knew Sam had been out of his mind with worry since he’d bought the ring. Even so, he couldn’t find it within himself to be upset, even finding tears in his own eyes for a moment. He was more than happy to be a part of the event, spending the last years being nothing other than your biggest fan. Once the commotion died down and all of the pictures were taken, nobody was sure where to go from there.

“Listen to this one,” Danny said, looking between you both. You watched him in curiosity, wondering what he would say. “Billy Joel and Picasso walk into a wedding venue. You’ll never guess who they run into.” You erupted into a fit of giggles, delighted at the knowledge he remembered your stupid joke from so long ago.

“Hmmm… I wonder who it could be.” Sam placed his fingers to his chin, pretending to think about it.

“Shakespeare!” You exploded, causing them both to laugh.

“Yeah, but he’s not very happy.” Danny said, a smile breaking through his look of false seriousness. “Not only did Picasso steal his boyfriend, but they both told him he was ‘too old, and a ‘dude’,” he air-quoted his last word “as if that means anything,” he grumbled quickly. “So they wouldn’t let him be the flower girl!” You all dissolved into another fit of laughter. “Jokes aside, I’m really happy for you guys. Still holding out hope for the flower girl thing, but happy, nonetheless.” He advanced towards you and pulled you both into a hug.

“You can be the flower girl, Danny. I think you’d look awfully good in a dress.” You mumbled, words slightly muffled due to your head being buried in his shoulder.

“Best news I’ve gotten all day.” He teased. You held onto him for a moment longer and a bit tighter, finally realizing that this was your forever. Surrounded by love and laughter, and never feeling out of place. You were certain life couldn’t get any better, completely satisfied with the little family you’d created together, and eager to keep building it.

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okkalo · 2 years ago

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Hii! (not sure if im doing this right, sorry if its in the wrong spot) If you do zantetsu, could you do zantetsu meeting reader’s parents and holding hands under the table to calm him?

Could I be ⭐️ anon too? Thank you!

hi ⭐️ anon!! this was a cute request jaisiej i always get so nervous writing for zantetsu i hope i do him justice anyways thank u for the request and i hope you enjoy 🫶

reminder: no format requested means i can do any i want. read rules for more information on formats.

character: zantetsu

- poor babe

- he was so nervous but he refused to show it because he wanted to keep his cool act up

- the only part is that he sucks at acting

- that and you’ve gotten to know him and his signs over the time together

- he’s been nervous ever since you told him of the news

- and you try to subtly calm him down over the time, not exactly wanting to embarrass him

- he doesn’t notice any of your extra care, luckily

- he’s still nervous and though

- probably shaking because he’s so nervous :(

- trying to take secretive deep breaths in the car before you guys go in

- so so obvious though LMAO

- whenever he introduces himself he messes up on his name.

- says a whole different name

- introduces himself as your dad’s name???

- your dad looked so confused

- zantetsu did too.

- quickly laugh it off and say “zantetsu, you’re so funny”

- not only does it make it seem like a joke but it also reminds him of his actual name

- probably is as quiet as he can be the whole time

- so scared he’s going to say something dumb (bless his heart he already has)

- you notice his silence throughout the time and can’t help but feel bad

- you guys finally get to the dinner part and get a moment together because your parents refused to let you help bring the food out

- btw before sitting at the table zantetsu SPRINTS to pull out your chair for you

- soccer speed and all

you sigh, staring at the male in front of you as he nervously spaced out while looking at the wall. you hated having to watch the man you loved go uncharacteristically silent in hopes of not seeming dumb to impress the people close to you. you knew you should let him learn on his own about how to get close to your family, but this wasn’t getting anywhere. a little comforting couldn’t do him wrong.

you let out a soft breath before sliding your hand under the table, reaching so it met his. his eyes immediately widened, head jerking so he met your eyes with his surprised ones. you put on the best gentle smile you could, trying to make him forget of his worries. “baby, you know there’s nothing to worry about,” you start out with a whisper, talking low so your parents don’t accidentally hear you, “they already love you. they put up with me talking about you all the time, i promise you that they can’t hate you.”

his eyes widened once more at your words before his face relaxed, a small smile on his lips. “you talk about me to them?” he asked in a rough whisper, drawing a giggle out of you. you sweetly nodded before looking back at him with lovesick eyes.

“try to talk more,” you spoke up in another whisper after a moment of silence, “they’ve been waiting to meet you, y’know. they’re excited to hear you and your pretty voice.” you encouraged, still looking at him with gentle and calming eyes. your heart leaped once his eyes mimicked yours before nodding. you both went silent, loving smiles on each of your faces as you both held your gazes, truly feeling like the only two people in the world.

your heart saddened once he jumped at your parent’s entrance, though you had hope he would speak up now. you made sure to give his hand a squeeze, though with no intentions of pulling away. you didn’t miss the way his lips went up into a smile, still focused on your parents. yeah, he had this.

unedited thanks for reading!

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk #bllk x reader #bllk imagines #blue lock imagines #bllk fluff #blue lock fluff #blue lock drabbles #blue lock zantetsu #bllk zantetsu #tsurugi zantetsu #zantetsu x reader #⭐️

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alexanderlightweight · 2 years ago

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So I know its probably entirely not where you are taking it but my mind can't stop think about Mama-Lilith as matchmaker. Lilith responding to Alec coming out, 'then of course mama will just have to find you the best man'. Eventually deciding on Magnus who will admittedly will bring terrible in-laws, but is powerful, handsome, some experience and is Extremely Committed once in a relationship. So first meeting, Alec thinks blind date, Magnus thinks meet-cute, everyone else... a nightmare! ^-^

you're good! the plan has actually always been that Lilith accidentally gives Alec to Magnus and by the time she realizes it, it's a little too late to do anything and she's stuck with a son-in-law she didn't want. however he's still better than most options so thats okay.

it goes something like this and i hope you enjoy <3

“Valentine isn’t going to hide away for the rest of his life.” Lilith says with a sigh as she reaches out and presses her fingers to Alec’s jaw. “My sweet son, can I not convince you to come to Edom?” She asks, wishing more than anything that she could simply steal Alec away and bring him back to Edom where he could live with her and Jonathon in safety and comfort.

“Mama,” Alec murmurs and he leans into her touch and his eyes soften from the coldness normally in them. “We can’t be sure I’d survive yet, and it would crush you, if I died.”

Lilith hisses at the reminder and pulls him close, wishing she could just pick him up and hide him away in her power until the danger passed. However, there are prices to pay, and Lilith has not yet found a safe way to bring her sons back and forth from Edom, or Alec would already be with her.

“If things get too dangerous, if Valentine or the clave has even the slightest suspicion of our connection, you must run.” Lilith reminds him and she wishes she’d planned for this better, but mortal years pass so quickly that Lilith didn’t even realize Valentine could still pose a danger to her children.

“Where?” Alec asks her, trusting and so sweet and always willing to listen to her. It breaks her heart that she has to entrust him to another, but protecting him herself will only lead to unwanted eyes and attention on her son.

“Magnus Bane—” Lilith bites out, keeping her voice calm despite her rising anger, “he is son to Asmodeus. The only kin to Edom that still lives, and he and I are on better terms than he and his father. If you go to him and request aid in my name, remind him that I will reward him greatly. That I will ensure he is compensated tenfold for his protection of you.”

Alec nods, because his mother is serious, and he’s never seen her this worried. “Tell Jonathon I’ll be fine.” He reminds her, because while he has yet to actually meet his little brother, he knows the antics the youngest of their family gets up to when bored and worried.

—

“Who are you?” Magnus asks, despite the fact that his wards are giving him very mixed signals and the cold facade of a bloodied warrior melts as soft confusion and awed eyes meet his own.

“Alec—” he’s told, almost haltingly as he’s swayed towards and a light dusting of pink shadows the shadowhunter’s cheekbones. “I, are you Magnus Bane?”

The abyss glints Alexander’s blown pupils and Magnus greedily draws near, recognizing the spark of lust hidden deep within. Alexander is a nephilim, there is no doubt of that, but he’s also something more. Something has tainted his soul in such a way that Magnus’ own magic finds delicious and Magnus steps close and reaches out, a large, calloused hand taking his own cautiously.

“Lilith—” Magnus muses as he gets a better taste of the possessive magic surrounding Alexander, “I wasn’t aware she had a son outside of Edom.”

“I was the first.” Alexander tells him with a small shrug, as if he doesn’t care how big a deal it is. “She sent me here. I’m no longer safe in the Institute with Valentine making so many waves and going so far as to harvest mundane blood. There’s too much of a risk of the clave and he is figuring out things I can’t afford to have them know yet.”

“Valentine is alive?”

“Yes?” Alexander asks him, somewhat confused, “didn’t mother explain that’s why she needed you? Valentine sent her his heir, as a second son and didn’t bother trying to send him in one piece.”

“She conveniently left that part out.” Magnus seethes but he calms himself as he steps closer, because Lilith is flustered enough that she’s given Magnus a very enticing opening. Such as, Lilith’s extremely gorgeous and delightful son who has been sent over like a particularly delectable present. “So, Lilith sent you to me, to take shelter with me, to be under my protection and my authority?” Magnus asks, letting the oath settle between them and he waits as Alexander realizes what he’s said and blushes even deeper.

“I— yes.”

“Then darling, what are you waiting for?” Magnus croons and he lets go of his magic and drapes it across them both with avarice. “I will be your home and your protection, Alexander. For as long as our magic binds us.”

The bond clicks into place greedily, as if it delights in snaring its prize and Magnus feels the difference as Alexander accepts Magnus’ protection and authority.

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #shadowhunters #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters au #my fics #my fanfics #my ficlets

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dearestdolly444 · 6 months ago

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İ have a request

How would tadc react to a indie core reader?like you know like.. bright collors? İ would love to send photo about the indie core but you can find in Pinterest too

And maybe listening indie songs like Artick Monkeys (they are not same but it would be Interesting)

İ saw that you don't have tadc things yet and i though you are new at this, tell me if i am wrong, i loved your vibe, i like coquette and melanie too

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷TADC x Indie!Reader꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

Since you didn’t specify which characters, I picked the ones I was most interested in writing. If you’d like a part two, let me know💗

I’m also screaming because it deleted my drafts four times, so I’m so sorry if it seems rushed. I couldn’t really find any unfiltered photos of the style so I just made it with those colours in mind.

Warnings: none

Characters: Caine, Gangle, Pomni

now playing…

Caine

- He thinks you fit the circus’s theme really well! He’ll definitely compliment you a lot, even in front of people. And with a hand on your waist.

- Caine loves giving you gifts. It’s actually a bit much. You once heard a knock at your door and when you opened it, you were toppled by necklaces, shoes, and shirts. He didn’t even notice and thought you were somewhere else. He came back eventually, when he didn’t find you. Felt kind of bad… but not really. It’s the thought that counts!

- He wouldn’t let you dress him up a lot, he wants to look professional. Maybe at night time he’ll let you, but in the morning it’s all off. Don’t take it personally, he loves it, but it just doesn’t go with his whole look. He might have a bracelet hidden under his coat though.

- Expect knock off CDs or vinyls of your favorite bands or artists and something to play them. He’ll cut the explicit songs out or censor them. Imagine listening to a song and hearing BOING! in the middle of it..

- He’d learn a lot about your favorite artists and will end up yapping about it to anyone who will listen, including you.

Gangle

- She adores your style! It’s so pretty and it’s very artsy. She would definitely make you things like jewelry or something to put on your wall.

- I HC Gangle’s body weighs about as much as a humans, so she would let you dress her up. 100% wears a necklace of yours. Except during IHA, she doesn’t want it to break or get lost!

- She likes to draw or paint colourful things for you, and would give them to you when she’s done. Kind of shy about it, but that doesn’t make her gift less sincere. Actually, it makes it cuter.

- She finds your music taste interesting. It’s not really for her, but she’ll listen to it with you. It’s a nice bonding experience! Just make sure to listen to her music too.

Pomni

- If this wasn’t the circus, she wouldn’t think about it much, but it’s just so colourful… she doesn’t really like it a lot to be honest.

- It just reminds her of the place she’s stuck in now, especially if your clothes are as colourful as the filters, but that doesn’t mean she’ll tell you that. She doesn’t want you to feel bad.

- Pomni wouldn’t let you dress her up, honestly. She might wear a bracelet or a small clip to put on her hat, but not much more. It’s nothing against you, but it would just make her feel a bit more trapped. And plus you’d have to touch her to put on everything, and she’s not ready for that.

- She’s not against your style, it’s pretty! But it’s not for her. You might have to dial it down a little if you two are alone. Maybe with less bright colours.

- She actually thinks your music taste is nice though. She’ll lay next to you while you play it or read a book and just listen to it. It tickles her brain in a funny way. After an IHA that particularly drains her, she might go to her or your room and just curl up and listen to music with you.

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owlhead650 · 4 months ago

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Can you do a short story about Adrienn? Thanks!

I can. Just a reminder that with these requests I'm able to do either a drawing or a short story. If you ask for one you'll probably get it, if you leave it ambiguous in the ask then I'll decide which. This short story is about 1087 words long. Also Decibel is in it and I make them talk. I hope that doesn't bother you.

Pokemon Reborn - Adrienn Flores Takes Xyr Time

Adrienn was at the computer in the Grand Hall basement. Xe was working, obviously, and five more minutes had turned into half an hour. All the lights had been turned off, except for the lamp on the table and the computer screen. All was silent except for the fan cooling the computer and the clicking of the keyboard.

The vulpix that Adrienn would pet intermittently had long since gone to bed, when it did Arclight had commented about how pokemon knew what was good for us.

Someone sat next to xem.

“Huh? Oh, hello champion.” It was Decibel. They wore a big black coat and had long fluffy white hair. They sat with their hands on their knees and looked at Adrienn. “Was there something you needed?” Xe asked them. Decibel thought the question was silly.

“Adrienn. The Grand Hall closes at five.” Adrienn checked the corner of the computer screen. Oh. Five more minutes had actually turned into an hour and thirty six minutes of overtime.

“Oh dear, I've let time run away on me again. And-” Adrienn saw Decibel's face. “Yeah I know I'm overworking again. Everyone keeps telling me.”

“Why do you do it?”

“Why do I do what?” Adrienn didn't have any clue what the question could mean.

“Why work so hard? Most people would rather do less work. It's a kind of suffering, to work so much. What makes you do it?” The vulpix had come back. Decibel started stroking it.

It had never occurred to Adrienn that this was even a question to be asked before now. Xe thought that the reason to work was as self explanatory and necessary as eating. It was as if Decibel had asked: ‘Why breathe?’

“Well I need to don't I? Rallying volunteers, taking gym challenges or-” Xe glanced at the computer screen. “Writing emails. If I don't do it then Reborn won't thrive. It's worth it to do this since it makes everyone happy.”

“Would it kill you to be selfish for once?” Decibel normally sounded monotone, but for a moment their voice was tinged with frustration.

“I- what? What are you saying?”

“I'm saying that you're missing out. You have so much in your life other than your job.” Decibel said.

“Well when I'm not working I'll just be training or eating and then maybe by midnight I'll try to sleep for a few hours.” Emphasis on ‘try’. It's not like falling asleep came easily to xem. There was a lengthy pause where neither of them said anything.

“What do you do on Saturdays?” Decibel asked.

“Saturday? Why, did you want to arrange something?” Adrienn stopped to analyse the question. “...Well on Saturday I normally catch up on gym challenges. If I'm busy during the week then that's a convenient time to reschedule them for.” Xe said ‘if’ like busyness wasn’t a certainty.

“What about Sunday?”

“Well Sunday is a great time to prepare all my Monday emails and get a headstart on paperwork. I make my plan for the week too.”

Decibel sighed. They looked sad for some reason. “What's wrong?” Adrienn asked.

“Don't you have anyone you spend your downtime with? Any hobbies that aren't also about your job?” Decibel's questions were starting to get frustrating.

“I'm fine, alright? I know you mean well but I'm doing what I need to do. You're the same aren't you? You've volunteered for like, half of everything I organised and you donate to everything. That's on top of all your duties as champion!” Adrienn had powered off the computer and stood up.

“But I do things other than work. Those things don’t consume so much of my time that I can’t go for walks or watch TV or check on my friends. I think that the only reason you work as much as you do is because you’re choosing to do more than someone should.”

“Yeah? What makes you say that?” Adrienn asked with a sarcastic edge.

“We have reserve leaders that could take your gym battles for you, with your position you could delegate most of the paperwork. I’ve checked the records and in the majority of cases you insist on taking gym challenges yourself when the challengers in question would’ve gotten their battle days sooner if you just sent them to the reserve. It’s like you don’t want to stop.”

“And what’s wrong with that?!” It was at this point that Adrienn realised xe was red faced and in tears. “...I’m sorry for speaking that way. I just lost composure for a minute.” Adrienn was carrying a folder in one hand and dried xyr face with the other.

“It’s okay, everythings alright. Please talk to me more. We should try to get to the heart of this issue.”

“You know what? You’re right Decibel. Yes, I’m keeping myself busy on purpose. I’d just rather not be at home.”

“Why? Most people look forward to going home.”

“Well most people don’t need to rebuild their life from scratch after being frozen in time for a decade. Most people don’t face the horror of seeing their home destroyed in what feels like an instant.” Decibel felt like Adrienn was about to begin a rant. They were here for it.

“I don’t have anyone left Decibel. My parents? Grandparents? Any cousins? They’re all gone. Either from old age or killed in the disasters that tore Reborn apart. When I go home? There’s no one there. I’m happier when I’m doing something.” Adrienn sat down again, this time on some couch in the corner of the room. Xe needed to cry.

“There’s a better way than that.” Decibel promised.

“What’s the better way?”

“Just take a couple days off and if you don’t want to stay at home then go outside, or to a movie or to the circus or just do something with your pokemon that isn’t training. Years from now no one will remember you worked overtime except for the people that love you.” Decibel had considered that the last remark went too far, but Adrienn’s current lifestyle also went too far.

“I don’t know. I’ll try to fix myself. I like gardening and walking through nature, I especially liked that time we went to the new world Cauldron of The Future. That was pretty.” Adrienn checked the time. Twenty past six. “Ugh, I’m too tired. Can you help me get home?”

“Of course.”

“Thanks champion. I’ll try to help myself. I’ll take your words to heart.”

______________________________________________________________

And that's the story. I'm worried I exaggerated Adrienn's problem a little, this story was written mainly to express a theory about why Adrienn is the way xe is. We know that ten years later in Another Time xe has a better worklife balance, but what caused xem to be a workaholic in the firstplace? I know that the causes in real life aren't so fantastical, but I think Adrienn's suffering that xe would've experienced from suddenly being sent through time is something worth thinking about.

#noctor writes #noctor answers #pokemon reborn #pokemon reborn adrienn #pokemon reborn decibel

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kaeemin · 2 years ago

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WITH A SMILE

➠ pairing: non-idol! ex-bf!na jaemin x reader

➠ genre: angst

➠ warnings: major character death (u guessed it) | hallucinations | signs of mild depression| mentions of an accident

➠ wc: 1.089

when you are forced to let go of your true love, will you remember him by with a smile?

( it’s midnight and i’m moody and wrote this and now feel free to read and be sad with me 💋 also i wonder why jaemin has been renting out a huge room in my mind lately .. )

THERE WAS SOMETHING ABOUT THE GRAPHIC DRAWINGS IN A THIN PIECE OF PAPER. Something that even a thousand words couldn’t explain.

A frozen memory, where eyes were never closed, where hearts were never broken. Time stood still. A moment where you could keep forever.

So your boyfriend’s obsession over his camera made you feel a thing or two. You hated yet adored it at the same time. It wasn’t really pleasant living your life normally, not knowing someone was actually taking your picture without permission. And yet still, Jaemin’s quirky smile and his reminder of why he took the photos in the first place made your heart swell in a good way. In the best ways.

“When we’re old and wrinkled,” he’d say, “I want to show these memories to our grandchildren. Brag to them I married the most beautiful woman in the whole universe.”

It was hard to believe him — well to be exact, it was hard to believe someone like him would exist. Harder to believe you did something in your past life to deserve him.

There was something odd about him now though.

It used to be you not enjoying the flashes of a camera, but now Jaemin seems to have a hard time smiling in every picture you take.

“Jaemin! last one. Please.” You begged, dragging him upwards the small hill. It was autumn, your favorite season and it was a tradition for the two of you to see the amazing view of the place.

“Love.”

“Come on! We have to catch the sunset —“

“Love..”

“— it’ll be so romantic. Our grandchildren will really be jealous after seeing this picture.”

“Y/n.” Jaemin sighs, not moving one bit in his place. He gently pulled away from your hold on his wrist, choosing to hide his hands inside his coat’s pockets.

“Jaemin,” you say his name like it was a sacred thing, voice quivering both from the cold and the thick feelings bubbling up your throat. You don’t understand. “What’s going on, Jaem? You seem so … far away.”

Distant. He seems so distant. It doesn’t matter if he’s right here, a foot away from you. He feels like he’s miles away, somewhere you can’t reach.

Jaemin smiled, but it wasn’t his old one, it was forced out. It didn’t reach his beautiful eyes. “I can’t,” he whispered, softly shaking his head, “you have to go without me.”

“Why?” You gulp, eyes starting to become teary.

“You have to take the picture on your own.”

“Jaemin..”

“You have to share your memories with the grandchildren you and your husband will have —“

“I don’t want to!” You burst out, reaching out to him one last time. You gripped on his coat tightly, sobbing like a madwoman. “I don’t want to go alone. I don’t want the photo without you. I don’t want grandchildren if it’s not you.”

“I know darling,” a tear slowly rolled down his cheek. Jaemin took a deep breath, allowing you to press on him for as long as you need. Just for now. He rested his chin on the top of your head, closing his eyes. “But you have to try.”

You whimpered, opening your mouth to call out his name, but it was hard now. It was like a thousand thorns were poking your heart whenever you tried to speak. Instead, you relished in the feeling, trying to memorize the warmth of his body.

“Y/n?”

All you could do was hum.

“Promise me you’ll smile.”

How? How will you smile when it’s so difficult? You wanted to complain, to oppose him, to be stubborn.

“Please, Y/n,” Jaemin pleaded, knowing there was not enough time. “Don’t cry when you hear my name. Remember me and smile.”

And yet, how will you not follow his request? His only wish.

“I promise.” You huskily let out, holding him tighter. Finally, Jaemin let out the most genuine smile and knew he could finally rest in peace. You know it. You felt him drifting farther away, until you could feel nothing in your fingertips.

You kept your eyes closed, lips pressed together tightly to conceal in the cries that were threatening to be let out. And then you felt a hand on your shoulder, making you instantly shift your weight to their side, too weak to be alone.

“Are you ready?” Jaemin’s mother asked in a soft voice, letting you sob so weakly by her neck. It took a few seconds of silence before you nodded, slowly lifting your head to meet her eyes.

“I hope you forgive my son, dear,” she wiped your tears, smiling sadly, “Jaemin has come home.”

“I know.” You nod again, not having the heart to hate him for leaving you. It wasn’t his fault. He didn’t do anything wrong.

Her smile had gotten a bit larger but still not so happy. Together, arm in arm, you both climb up the hill. She would share you stories of Jaemin’s childhood, and you would share with her about the plans you and Jaemin wanted to fulfill in the future.

The only thing that stopped the conversation was when you caught the breathtaking view of the small town that you grew to love.

“I’m so glad you and Nana found this place, Y/n.” She sighed in awe, squeezing your hand. “He was right. This is the best place to ask someone to spend the rest of your lives with.”

Your eyes soften, hand unconsciously travelling to the pendant of your necklace. It was an engagement ring. The ring that was found on Jaemin’s closed fist the day of the accident. Painful memories pinched your heart once again, but you stopped them.

“I would have said yes.” You doubted anyone heard you, given how low you said it. But the winds heard, the heavens heard, and somewhere, up in the clouds, a star brightened up even more.

“Oh! We’re losing the sunset. On you go dear, I’ll get the camera. Go pose beside that tree over there.” Mrs. Na gushed while you passed her the camera. You did as she told and stood beside the lonely tree, combing your fingers through your hair to make yourself at least look a bit presentable.

“One..two..three..”

And you smiled with the click and the flash.

Because you promised.

Because you loved him.

Because you will never forget him.

Because when you go home and clip this photograph inside the book alongside with the thousands of pictures Jaemin took, you’ll remember to share to your grandchildren the story of your first love. With a smile.

and as usual, please leave feedbacks !! this fic is totally unplanned but anyways love u all mwah

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smolcinnamonchipmunk · 2 years ago

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Obligatory Beach Episode

(Dawn of the final day, and I fucking made it, baby! I didn’t get the chance to draw any mers, but I got this out at least. I hope this is good enough, though I know Azul didn’t have much of a role in this. Maybe one day I’ll write the poor boy something just for him.

Anyways! Happy Mermay!)

Count: 6291

TW/CW: Vore mention, near drowning

“Is it too late to say I hate the beach?” Syn grimaced as they felt more grains of sand worm into their sneakers.

Unlike them, Azul and the twins were undeterred by the beach edge with Jade looking back at them with an amused smile.

“Pray tell, why are you joining us then?” he asked, hand to his chin. They didn’t miss the way he and Floyd shared a glance, the latter grinning widely to show off his sharp teeth.

“Yeah, Little Shrimpy,” Floyd slowed his pace enough to hover beside Syn, leaning down with his hands in his swim trunk pockets while they tilted away from his intentional looming. “Why’re you joining us?”

“YOU,” Syn growled, planting their hands on his upper arm and trying to shove him away. The eel man let himself be pushed to the side with a snicker, lazily straightening from his playful stumble. “Know exactly why I’m joining, you absolute twat muffin.”

The slightly taller twin had pounded on the already rickety door of Ramshackle until Syn opened it, at which point they had been promptly picked up and squeezed by him. He had said that he and Jade were going swimming, and that he really, really, REALLY wanted them to join, and if they refused then he’d just ‘have to find Crabby or take Baby Seal’. That fucking cat was their weakness, and the twins knew it.

“You’re more than welcome to head back. Though, I’m not sure if Floyd or Jade would let that happen,” Azul said. “You should be honored that you’re being let into the private beach area reserved for the Housewarden. If it wasn’t at the twins request, I’d be charging you for such an experience, you know.”

Despite the twins wearing only ocean themed swim trunks, and flip flops in Jade’s case, the light-gray haired man had swim trunks in the Octavinelle colors and a button-up short-sleeved shirt with a tentacle design. Syn didn’t question it or make a comment when they’d been dragged over. After all, they were wearing their own oversized swim trunks, a baggy T-shirt, and binder (meant for swimming and exercise, of course).

“Right, honored,” Syn replied, following the trio around a corner of outcropping rocks where the rocky cliffs around the area curled around a bay. The private Housewarden beach. Glancing at the water warily, they asked, “There’s no Stonefish or Cigarette Snails, right? I’m not liable to take one bad step and die to a Man of War, right?”

“Worry not,” Jade spoke up, striding up to a section of beach and placing down a bag of items he’d brought. Towels and extra swim trunks peeked out from the open zipper, with the glint of something else that Syn wasn’t nosy enough to care about. He turned to smirk at the lone human. “Aside from us, all the marine life in Octavinelle is harmless and tame compared to the actual variety that resides in real oceans.”

“Yeah, can’t have random students and visitors going in the water and potentially suing the school if a little barracuda bites them,” Floyd snapped his jaws slightly to accentuate his point. “Besides, even if you get stung, we can totally try the human thing and pee on it.”

“Piss on me, and I cut your dick off,” Syn said, crossing their arms over their chest. “Besides, that doesn’t work.”

“It doesn’t? Oh, well.” Floyd shrugged, before stretching and loudly adding, “Enough chit-chat, let’s get in the water already!”

Syn had forgotten that, while this was a magical world/dimension unlike their own, clothes just didn’t meld when merpeople changed form. They were reminded rather suddenly as Floyd whooped and TORE off his swim trunks, charging into the water as his skin began to change color. That explained the extra trunks in Jade’s bag.

Of course, they quickly averted their gaze on instinct, raising a hand to the side of their face to block the ocean from their peripherals and tried to ignore the startled redness that they could feel on their face. Jade chuckled at them but thankfully walked out of their field of view while a large splash was caused by Floyd behind them. Without much else to look at, their eyes fell on Azul, who sat on one of a few beach chairs they hadn’t really noticed with his own small bag of items.

“So, remind me. Why do you come to the beach if you’re not getting in the water,” Syn asked, ignoring the sound of water being displaced.

“Because,” Azul raised an eyebrow at their question. He pulled out a business book from his bag and settled in the chair. “As Jade and Floyd insisted, time away from the office is required to keep one’s efficiency and work ethic high.”

“You were dragged here too, weren’t you?”

Azul’s face purpled slightly in embarrassment, but he was saved from having to reply by Jade.

“Oh, Prefect. You’re welcome to look now. We’re ‘decent’ by human standards,” the man called out, amusement still lining his voice.

“Thank you,” Syn called back, lowering their hand from their face and looking to the ocean. They could see Jade floating a little ways from the beach, probably where it was deep enough to allow his lengthy tail room. Floyd wasn’t anywhere to be seen, but they tried to now concern themself with the fact since they didn’t plan on going very deep and would see the more rambunctious twin before he could reach them.

They gave a glance back to Azul, but he’d taken the opportunity to bury his face in his book, making them shrug and walk to the water’s edge. Absentmindedly, they started looking for shells to fill their swim trunk pockets. Maybe they’d find a scallop or something else curious in the shallows.

Syn walked along the edge of the beach for several minutes, occasionally crouching to get a better look at the shells that lined the shallow sands. They weren’t abundant enough to carpet the sand, but there was still a very good amount of shells to look through. Picking through a few more flat shells, they grabbed a small conch shell and saw the legs of a hermit crab retreat inside.

“Oh shit. My bad little guy,” they murmured quietly despite knowing the creature wouldn’t understand them at all.

“LITTLE SHRIMPY!”

“AAAH!” Syn cried out in surprise at a violent splash nearby, falling back in the water and flinging the poor hermit crab deeper into the water. Floyd had breached the water about six feet away where they sat, his head and shoulders out of the water as he glowered at them from the slightly deeper water, ‘standing’ on his arms while his tail drifted behind him. “Floyd, what the fuck?!”

“You said you were gonna come swimming with us, but all you’ve done is look at shells,” the eel man whined, grabbing one of the shells and chucking it to the side. “It’s BORING waiting for you to finish!”

“Hey, I said I would ‘go to the beach’ with you guys,” Syn stood up and tried to shake off as much water from themself as they could. They hadn’t really planned to actually get any deeper than their thighs, maximum. “I never told you I was going SWIMMING, and you agreed to those terms when you dragged me out here.”

Floyd glared at them, teeth baring in a displeased scowl at the word trickery. A snort from Azul in the beach chairs drew both Floyd and Syn’s attention for a moment before Jade popped up right beside his brother, an almost impressed expression on his face.

“Oh dear,” Jade chuckled, looking sideways at Floyd. “Seems like they’ve learned how to be careful with their promises.”

“Don’t make it sound like you guys didn’t have a hand in that,” Syn crossed their arms over their chest and raised an eyebrow at the twins. From personal experience, if they didn’t word certain things properly, they were VERY liable to be taken advantage of in this school by a fair number of people. Including the three accompanying them right now.

“That doesn’t matter!” Floyd’s tail slapped out of the water to smack back down onto Jade’s, unhappy with Jade comment. “What matters is I ‘persuaded’ Little Shrimpy to come, and they’re not even getting in the water!”

“You know, tell you what,” Syn bent down and splashed a wave towards Floyd to get his attention, the eel man giving them a look that would probably have them ready to bolt if he wasn’t currently restricted by circumstance. Hell, he tried to thrash closer and scowled when they stepped back. Placing their hands on their hips they declared, “I’ll join you guys deeper in the water.”

Floyd’s glower quickly gave way to an excitable grin, but they raised their hand before he could get too happy about it.

“IF,” they stressed the word with a growing smug smile. “Azul changes into his merform.”

Both the twins eyes widened in surprise at their ‘terms’, but what caught Syn’s attention was Azul behind them.

“WHAT?” he asked, quickly looking up from his business book to give them a startled look.

“But that’ll NEVER happen!” Floyd exclaimed, flopping onto his side with a hearty splash that drew Syn’s attention back to him and glaring at them.

“Exactly,” they gave a shit-eating grin and crossed their arms over their chest, narrowing their eyes at having the upper hand for once against the man. They could never get away with being so brazen when he was more than willing to lift them off the ground and stick them in a rafter. So confident in their standing, they placed a hand to their chest and smugly added, “I know you fuckers inside and out at this point! And while I might not know everything about you guys, I know that there’s no way in HELL that-.”

“I’ll do it.”

Syn froze, their brain short-circuiting for a few seconds because they were INCREDIBLY caught off guard by the interjection by the mer-octopus still human on the beach chairs. Very quickly, a rush of adrenaline and panic flooded through them as they whirled around and exclaimed, “You’ll WHAT?!”

Azul blinked in slight surprise at their reaction, but smiled back with his own slightly mischievous expression as he repeated, “I said, ‘I’ll do it’.”

“What do you mean ‘you’ll do it’,” they asked, mind in denial at having their foolproof ultimatum crumble around them so easily. Denial gave way to anger. “Didn’t you fucking say that you hated your merform after your overblot, even though I tried to tell you that it looked good, and you were like ‘Noo, no one needs to see me like that’?!”

“I did,” Azul’s ears tinged purple and Syn worried for a moment that they went a bit far, but he brushed it off as he continued. “But the look on your face as you lose a supposedly surefire gamble is priceless. Besides, Floyd still wants to play with you, and if you make him wait until the twins are out of the water, you’ll regret it.”

“Hell yeah!” A series of loud splashes preceded two hands grabbing their wrist as Floyd took advantage of their shock. They jolted and looked down in surprise, the eel grinning toothily up at them. “Now you have to join us, Little Shrimpy!”

“Floyd!” Syn yelped in panicked surprise as the man started to use his lengthy tail to drag himself back towards the water deeper than their knees, dragging them along with, the water going from shin to thigh height too fast for their liking. Jade floated behind Floyd where he was staring at them like a cat patiently waiting for a mouse to venture closer. “Stop grabbing my arm! He hasn’t even changed y-ET!”

They cried out as Floyd yanked their arm with enough force that they fell back into the water.

Salt water surged over them quicker than they could even think of trying to take a breath, the environment a blur of shades of blue and yellow as they were dragged deeper into the water. There were other colors, probably from coral or wildlife, but this metaphorical train wasn't stopping to let them take in anything. They didn't realize how fast the eels could be despite having 'ridden' with them in Scarabia that one time.

Syn was being pulled so fast that they couldn't even really try to do anything but focus on how their lungs hurt or how their ears popped several times with a change in pressure. They wondered if Floyd understood that humans didn't thrive under the water or if he was trying to kill them.

By the time everything slowed down to allow them a glimpse of colorful corals and what looked like a cave entrance surrounded by a shipwreck, they found themself choking back a breath, several bubbles escaping their lips as their lungs ached for air that was dozens of meters above at this point. Even if they could try to wriggle out of Floyd’s sharp-nailed grasp, they’d never reach the surface in time to catch their breath and strength.

Floyd let go of their arm and drifted in front of them, talking animatedly. But, his voice was muffled and they couldn’t focus on anything but his face, watching his expression fall a bit as Jade swam into view and said something to him.

Syn’s vision began to spot and darken at the edges, closing their eyes against the pain in their chest from lack of oxygen. They tried to bite their lip to keep what little air they had in their lungs but they couldn’t stop the involuntary whine that left their throat with the last of their air.

Something was pressed to their lips and they inhaled-drank a concoction that spilled into their mouth, gagging a bit at the vaguely familiar taste from it that they couldn’t quite place.

After a couple of seconds, they coughed and tried to push the unknown bottle away, coughing and panting as it was batted away from their mouth. It took them several seconds to realize that, not only could they breathe now, but they could focus on the voices nearby. They realized Azul had followed the twins and them.

“-ou trying to kill them?!”

“I thought they could handle a bit of time under the water,” Floyd’s voice cut through their consciousness as they shook off their daze and confusion. He had his arms crossed over his chest when they managed to focus, obviously unhappy under Azul's scrutiny, who floated beside him. "It's not my fault they can't go a few minutes without air."

"Remember, Floyd," Jade spoke up, shaking his head in amusement like his brother had made a minor mistake rather than almost drowned someone. "Humans are embarrassingly weak in the water, and Syn doesn't even have magic."

"I can hear you, asshole," Syn hissed, finishing their coughing fit with a weak glare at the eel. They tried to ignore the anxiety that came with seeing just how lengthy both of the twins were.

"Oh? Dear me, that wasn't meant for your ears," Jade replied, giving them a coy smile.

“Sure it wasn’t,” they scowled, much to the amusement of him. They yelped as Floyd moved in a blur of teal, finding themself feeling like they were suffocating once again as he used his lengthy tail to wrap around their waist and legs, crushing them with both arms and tail. “F-Floyd!”

“Heehee, now that you’re fine, we can show you around!” the rambunctious eel exclaimed right by their ear, pressing his cheek against theirs and giving them a small squeeze.

“I’m not gonna be fine if you keep crushing me!”

“And I can show you some of my favorite tunnels and caves,” Jade added, drifting in front of them and making them feel like being in an enclosed space with him was a worse idea than just being in the water with both eels lurking around.

“At least have the sense to give them SOME kind of reprieve before you two torment them some more,” Azul sighed, looking exasperated and a bit out of breath. If Syn thought about it, he must have had to do the octopus equivalent of an impressive sprint to catch up with Floyd. “And please remember that the water-breathing potion lasts five hours, so don’t try to keep them in some sort of hiding spot to keep them here.”

“Is that an actual concern I should have?!” Syn asked, the thought of being KIDNAPPED not really crossing their mind. They didn’t think Jade would actually do it, but Floyd was so much of a wild card that part of them felt like that fit him a little bit too much.

“Aww, Little Shrimpy can handle a bit of playing,” Floyd replied to Azul, Syn’s question entirely ignored. Still, he thankfully uncoiled from around them, letting them drift to the seafloor as he swam to a piece of broken wreckage sticking out of the sand and draped on the wood.

“Thank you,” they sighed in relief at being released, able to take a deep ‘breath’. Looking at Azul, they asked, “Do you usually carry around a bottle of water-breathing?”

“No. I added it to my bag when I found out Floyd went to Ramshackle to get you.”

“Ah. Yeah, that tracks,” Syn glanced to the side at the eel in question, who just flashed them a toothy grin from his perch. They just glared at him for a second before turning their attention back to Azul. They couldn’t help but glance him over, restraining their intrigue to avoid being weird or out of line. They were intrigued about the twins as well, but they hadn’t wanted to get overly curious for several reasons. “Thanks for packing that. Guess I owe you for that since the deal was just to go in the water and you turn into yourself. Look good though.”

“Think nothing of it,” the octo-mer replied, placing a hand to his chest smugly as he took in their thanks now that the threat of them dying wasn’t in the cards currently. “I’m generous enough to not place you in my debt for such an item.”

“You’re just saying I don’t owe you because Floyd almost drowned me,” they snorted, yelping when Jade leaned over their shoulder and stopped them from jolting away by blocking their other side with his tail. They hadn’t even realized the eel drifted from view at some point.

“Come now,” he said, black streak of hair drifting by the side of their face with his proximity. The already cool water felt colder with a chill of dread down their spine. “While Floyd can get a little overzealous, you don’t give yourself enough credit. You’re able to handle far more than you realize.”

“I think that you’re giving me TOO much credit and both of you are going to kill me one day. Either on purpose or accident, depending on which one does it,” Syn retorted, trying to see if they could slip from between Jade and his tail out to more open water.

“Mmmm, perhaps,” Jade noticed and shifted his tail closer to them, placing a hand on their shoulder to keep them in place. He didn’t coil around them or do anything, but he didn’t need to. He never really did. While Floyd was oppressively suffocating, Jade was terrifyingly looming. “I do wish I’d had the foresight to bring some shrinking potion. I can smell you better in the water and your heart is beating delightfully quick.”

“Ugh, do you and Rook have some kind of bet going on where you both try to say the weirdest fucking thing to me?” they asked, risking it and placing their hand against the eel's face to try and push him away. If it was Floyd, they would have definitely been bitten. Instead, their fingertips were nipped at, something that made them recoil instinctively and Jade chuckle.

“Ah well, there’s always next time.” Once more, a comment of theirs was ignored as the eel allowed himself to be pushed away and gracefully swam out of their bubble.

Only for them to be charged at and tackled, Syn finding themself once more embraced by Floyd as he probably decided he was bored just watching from his wooden perch.

“Ack, Floyd!”

“No need to wait for next time to eat Little Shrimpy,” Floyd said happily, hugging them to himself and biting their shoulder. “We can do it now!”

“OW! Floyd, stop fucking biting me!” Syn shouted, able to slip their arms from being pinned to their side and reaching up to shove his face off. They ended up with their hand bitten. Thankfully, neither bite broke skin, but they still stung. “FUCKER!”

“Floyd, stop biting them,” Azul sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, looking tired at the man's antics. His tentacles shifted as he began to move closer, but Floyd darted away like a dog trying to keep a toy from its owner. He paused, narrowing his eyes as he thought before huffing and shaking his head in exasperation. “Sorry, Syn, but you’re on your own. If he swims off, I have no hope of catching up.”

“Ooooh.” Syn made a disappointed and concerned noise, but they hadn’t really expected anything different. Once Floyd nabbed them, he had a habit of running off with them. Usually to toy with and eat them, but thankfully they were only getting half the treatment today.

“Aha ha, Little Shrimpy’s aaaaaall mine,” Floyd gloated, chomping on their shoulder again and eliciting an angry ‘Floyd!’ from them as he drifted. Then, suddenly, he twisted in the water and began to swim towards the broken wreck sticking out of the water nearby. “Hey, I can show you the shipwreck down here! It’s even got skeletons!”

Syn cried out when he suddenly took off, clutching onto the finned forearms around their chest as he swam, having to shut their eyes a bit from how fast he was swimming. “Skeletons? They’re not REAL, are they?”

“Awww, you worried about joining them, Little Shrimpy?” the eel practically purred, slipping through broken wood into a section of boat. He seemed to be looking for something as he shifted his hold to squeeze them in a hug and pressed his face against theirs again, declaring, “Don’t worry. Jade and I’ll take goooood care of ya!”

“Your version of ‘good care’ and mine are very different,” they wheezed out, gasping when he loosened his hold. Eventually he found what he was looking for and dropped them, making them yelp as they drifted without warning.

“Check ‘em out!” Floyd swam over to a pile of ivory in the corner of the room. Before they could question the unnatural placement of the bones, he flicked his tail against them, causing them to burst upwards and scatter before drifting down slowly. “It’s kind of like confetti when you swish your tail at ‘em!”

“Yeah… confetti,” Syn said, not sure whether or not they should be feeling grossed out by this. They really hoped that it wasn’t a bunch of real bones, but they didn’t get the chance to grab hold of any of them.

“Oh! Oh! We should play tag,” Floyd could barely hold still, quickly swimming back down to them. “I’ll be ‘it’! You should start swimming, Little Shrimpy~!”

“A-Ah, wouldn’t that be BORING, though,” Syn asked, not really wanting to play tag. They already had enough of that on land with him, thank you very much. And they played the ‘boring’ card because they knew that was the only thing he hated. When his face twisted into disappointment and irritation with the beginnings of a mood swing, they clarified, “I mean, I can’t swim very fast, right? Surely it’s super boring to catch me immediately.”

The eel stared at them, uncharacteristically quiet for a few seconds before he sighed dramatically and flipped over in the water.

“Maan, I guess you’re right,” he puffed out his cheeks with a huff as he thought. It only allowed them a couple seconds of reprieve before a mischievous grin spread across his face. “You know, you really do smell good in the water. We should play hide and seek.”

“Isn’t that still too easy?” they tried, not wanting to play games with the psychopath right now after almost being drowned.

“Mmm, probably,” Floyd replied, twisting back upright. “But I’ll give you five minutes. If you can find a good enough spot, maybe it’ll actually cost some effort. Ready?~”

“Yeah, yeah, ready, yup,” Syn quickly said, backing towards the rotted room entrance. They already knew they didn’t really have much of a choice in playing, so moving as fast as they could was probably best. He began to count loudly and they began to go through the labyrinth of a ship for a hiding spot.

It was a lot bigger than they’d thought considering how quickly Floyd had slipped into the room of bones, but he also had a powerful tail that was about two-thirds of his length. They felt like they got lost immediately, and they were pretty sure it wasn’t five minutes when they heard Floyd shout ‘Ready or not, here I come, Little Shrimpy!’. And without much time before they were probably found out, they moved into the nearest room and cramped themself in a dark hole in the wooden wall.

The hole was somewhat big, and they felt like it was bigger than the gloom allowed them to see, but they weren’t too concerned with Floyd sneaking up on them considering the amount of noise he was making.

“Oh, Shriiiimpy~,” he called out in a sing-song tone, and there was the sound of muffled crashing as he searched a room. “Where aaaare you?”

Syn questioned whether he didn’t understand the concept of hide and seek in such a large space since being so loud allowed them the opportunity to move away, or he just didn’t care. Given their experiences with him, probably the latter. Still, they kind of cornered themself, so they couldn’t really do much but wait to be found out and endure Floyd’s complaints about how easy they were to ensnare.

Listening to the sounds of chaos draw closer, they jerked violently when a hand covered their mouth and an arm looped around their middle from the dark, letting out a muffled exclamation.

“Please excuse my intrusion,” Jade spoke softly like he hadn’t just scared the poor human half to death, voice tinged with what sounded like a mischievous smile. “I can tell you’re having an immensely fun time with my brother, but I’d like to borrow you for now.”

“For what?” Syn wanted to ask, but everything came out too muffled to discern for anyone but themself.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”

“Mmmph!” they found themself dragged into the darkness they couldn’t see into. Apparently the space in the hole was a LOT larger than they knew and Jade was surprisingly adept at moving quick enough that the hole entrance was almost out of field of view when they saw Floyd pop his head in.

“Jaaade!” the other eel whined, eliciting a chuckle from their current kidnapper.

“You mustn't play with your food too much, Floyd,” Jade called back with a laugh, swimming quicker as Floyd slammed his body into the hole. “Lest another hungry predator swoop in and steal the catch!”

Syn could only clutch on for dear life as Jade swam out of the wreckage and made a beeline for a tunnel nearby, able to hear Floyd shout as he gave chase. The tunnels were terribly windy and dark, and echoed with sibling rivalry insults between both Floyd and Jade as they argued about who should play with Syn like they were a toy. Which, to be fair, was how the brothers probably saw them a lot if the amount of times they were hunted for sport was anything to go by.

“Gotcha!” Floyd exclaimed, tackling his brother in the dark and knocking Syn out of Jade’s arms. Dazed and in the dark, they couldn’t do anything as they were scooped up by him and sent on another head-spinning ride through more tunnels. “Aha ha! Later, Jade!”

“Floyd, slow down,” they demanded, feeling nauseous after being carried at top speed through winding darkness.

The light of the tunnel entrance had Syn blinking after several minutes being dragged through tunnels, Floyd’s loud laughter in their ears. They fully expected to spend even longer in a game of Keep Away between the twins whenever he left the coral and rocky insides. What they didn’t expect was a bunch of tentacles that quickly grabbed and entangled both them and Floyd.

“HEY!” Floyd shouted in surprise while Syn let out a loud shriek of panic before they realized that the tentacles were attached to Azul.

“Aha!” The octopus cried out in triumph, the tangle of eel, tentacles and human drifting to the seafloor now that Floyd couldn’t use his tail properly. He had his arms crossed over his chest while two tentacles pried the eels arms open with a surprising amount of ease to allow Syn from their captor's grasp. “Honestly, if you two keep acting this childish with them, I’ll be finding myself indebted based on your behavior.”

“I’m reeeally feeling the love from all three of you today,” Syn said sarcastically, sliding out of Floyd’s hold as soon as they could. They had to crouch on the ‘ground’ for a few seconds to try and settle their stomach from being yanked around. “Hoough, I feel like I’ve been on a roller coaster for an hour…”

“Aw, c’mon! The most Little Shrimpy would do is ask for more help on History,” Floyd complained as he was released by Azul, who kept a couple tentacles ready in case the eel tried to dart off with the human again. “You know they’re just a big pushover~.”

“I’m RIGHT here.” They glared up at the eel and straightened, rubbing their temples. “I don’t know why I hang out with you assholes.”

“Well, Floyd has the tendency to threaten you,” Jade swam past their shoulder WAY too close on purpose, but made no move to grab them, giving them an amused smile when they jolted. He settled in the water beside his brother and added, “But, I’d say you must be a bit of a masochist.”

“What? No I’m not,” Syn protested, earning a shared look between all three merpeople.

“Don’t you still hang out with Sea Lion,” Floyd asked, smirking.

“And Rook?” Jade added.

“And Malleus?” Azul’s expression turned into one of slight envy.

“And us?” All three finished together, each giving the human a look of disbelief at their claim of not being a masochist.

Syn felt their ears burn in embarrassment at the questioning, crossing their arms over their chest and replying, “Okay, FIRST OF ALL, I don’t hang out with Rook. He keeps finding me, and I don’t wanna be mean and just ignore him.”

“Didn’t he pin you with arrows once,” Jade asked, raising his hand to his chin to cover his smile a bit.

“That is not the worst thing that has happened to me, and you know it,” they retorted, pointing to him. “Anyways, Leona’s not that bad, and Malleus just needs a friend. And you guys have your good moments.”

“A bold claim,” Jade hummed.

“Awww, Little Shrimpy thinks so highly of us,” Floyd said, him and Jade sharing toothy smiles.

“They’ve both almost killed you at least once each,” Azul raised an eyebrow. “Floyd almost drowned you today.”

“I… I-I mean, I’m fine,” Syn replied, rubbing the back of their neck sheepishly. “And I’ve almost died plenty of times since coming to NRC, and it’s not like it’s a special occurrence. One of the Heartslabyul flamingos could probably kill me if it was motivated enough.”

“... You’re concerningly lax about your well-being sometimes,” Azul sighed, exasperated and concerned.

“It’s fiiiine,” Syn tried to wave off his concern, though they couldn’t help but think about how Malleus reacted when he’d come across them injured once. A bit less convincingly, they added, “... It’s fine.”

“Regardless,” Azul pinched the bridge of his nose and ignored the surprised noise they let out when he slid a tentacle around their wrist and forearm. “I’d rather you not find yourself in any further trouble, caused by you or Jade and Floyd.”

“Maaaan,” Floyd deflated as he whined. “Way to kill the mood.”

“You can find other things to play with. Syn isn’t nearly as fast in the water as on land, so you’ll just end up bored anyways,” the octopus reasoned.

“Fiiine.”

“I’d still like to show them one of my favorite caverns,” Jade spoke up, circling back to float beside Syn. “If that’s acceptable, of course.”

Azul glanced at Syn in a silent question and they shrugged tiredly, “As long as I’m not being dragged around or a Keep Away toy anymore, I don’t mind.”

“I see nothing wrong with that in this case.” Azul nodded, before fixing Floyd with a stern look. “However, I don’t trust you two to keep yourselves from messing with them past the point of the potion limits, so I’ll be acting as a chaperone.”

“My hero,” Syn said sarcastically, but they couldn’t help the sigh of relief that came with that knowledge. They didn’t think they had the energy to continue being toyed with for the day.

So, Syn was brought to a cavern with a variety of corals and creatures with the trio. Floyd would swim around scaring anything he thought was quick enough to give him the slightest bit of challenge while Jade showed them things he thought were cool or interesting. Azul kept one tentacle on their wrist the entire time, something they thought was unnecessary until Floyd swooped in at some point and unsuccessfully tried to steal them to show them an actual moray eel.

Azul had to stop them from actually trying to pet it, something they pouted at. Floyd and Jade both offered to let them touch their tails but Syn refused until the duo promised to not try anything, finding that the brothers were weirdly slippery and slimy, something they hadn’t noticed in the chaotic rush earlier. It was both gross and fascinating.

Eventually, Azul mentioned the time and they were brought back to the surface with the trio.

“The transmutation potions are in my bag,” Jade said, pointing to it on the beach while Syn trudged out, trying to shake off as much water as they could. “Thankfully, I try to have at least five in case Floyd somehow breaks or loses any.”

“I only broke the bottles once,” Floyd grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Pfft, I’ll get them,” Syn snorted, walking out and crouching beside the bag. They realized the glint they’d noticed earlier through the open zipper was some vials, lifting one up to show and asking, “These, right?”

“Yes.”

“Got it,” they grabbed three vials and three towels, walking back to the water where the trio was waiting, handing out the bottles and averting their gaze as they held out the towels.

“I half-expected you to not get the potions,” Azul commented, Syn lowering their arm and walking back on shore once each towel was grabbed.

“What, why?”

“Because, with Jade and Floyd waterbound, it would have been up to me to crawl out of the water to grab them,” he said. “You could have used the situation for leverage by confiscating the potion easily.”

“Do you think of leverage all the time,” Syn asked, though they knew the answer to that since this wasn’t the first time they’d asked. They sat down on one of the beach chairs with their back to the trio to allow them privacy to change, messing with the plastic straps of the seat while they waited. “It sounds awfully tiring.”

“It’s best to strategize for the future.”

“Still don’t know if I have a future here, bud.”

“Well, if I have any say in it, Little Shrimpy stays forever!” Floyd took advantage of their back being turned by picking them up off the beach chair, where they shouted ‘COULD YOU STOP PICKING ME UP?’. Thankfully, he had an extra pair of swim trunks on. “And, now that we’re out of the water, you’re staying with me tonight!”

“Not so fast, Floyd,” Jade walked up with his bag over his shoulder. “You got to play hide and seek with Syn earlier. I think it’s only fair if I have Syn for the night.”

“You stole them in the middle of the game!”

“Do I get a say in this,” Syn asked rhetorically, not expecting to be listened to at all.

“How about a friendly board game to decide who they spend the night with,” Azul asked, joining the twins with a thoughtful smile.

“If I win, can I go home?” they looked down at Azul from their position of being held up like a cat by Floyd.

There was a couple seconds of silent deliberation between the three men before Jade said, “That seems only fair.”

“Ugh, fiiiine,” Floyd huffed, not liking that he couldn’t just have Syn. With a mischievous smirk, he added, “If I lose though, I’ll be coming for you tomorrow, Little Shrimpy.”

“What a shocker. Can I be let down to walk on my own?”

“Nope!” Floyd chirped, starting to walk along the beach as Azul and Jade began to head back.

Syn sighed, resigning themself to a night of board games and potentially being eaten. “Sounds about right.”

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imagineanime2022 · 5 months ago

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Warned You

Sakunosuke Oda X Fem!OC!Reader (Platonic)

Word Count: 746

Requested: Anon

Request: Original Request

Akutagawa was sick of people telling him that he wasn’t strong enough, Oda wasn’t even that strong, he was one of the lowest ranking mafia members. He didn’t have an ability that was worth anything, not against Rashomon. Yet Dazai still warned him of his own death should he go forward with the plan, well it was time to prove him wrong, this time Dazai wouldn’t be right.

Akutagawa walked out of the door to the base with the intention of finding Oda but instead came face to face with Fukuyo who was in the same area, when she looked over at him dropping her cigarette to the floor stomping it out before walking towards him. He knew her, she was the one that Gin talked about, his sister had said that she was kind, offered her a dress and helped her do her hair and yet as he looked at her now she seemed completely unapproachable. “I hear that you are going to try and fight Odasaku.” She sighed “if you choose to do that you will die.” “Are you calling me weak!?” Akutagawa asked. “I’m not calling you weak, he’s stronger than he lets on.” She answered, Akutagawa lashed out using Rashomon to attack but it didn’t make a scratch on the girl in front of him, it must have been her ability. “Hey relax, I’m only asking you not to hurt Odasaku, he's not as weak as you think, boy.” When Akutagawa showed no signs of standing down she moved forward too quickly for him to even comprehend, her shoulder pressed against his stomach as her arm looped around his waist, easily lifting him off the ground and turning back towards the base. Akutagawa didn’t actually pay attention to the direction she was taking him in, too stunned by the fact that she was in fact unscathed by Rashomon and able to incapacitate him so easily.

Oda continued to move towards the building that Gide was supposed to be in, his ability helping him to dodge the attacks of the smaller enemies, he caught a flash of red and someone helped him to take down the rest of the enemies finally the fight ended with him and Fukuyo being the only ones still standing “what are you doing here? You know Mori will punish you if he ever finds out,” Oda reminded you. “I’m not here to help you, I know that you're angry and hurt about the children, they were amazing but do you really think that this would be what they wanted you to do? To turn away from everything that you taught them to avenge them?” She asked attempting draw him away from the suicide mission. “It doesn’t matter what they want… I can’t walk away from this now.” Oda answered as he turned back towards the building. “Please I can’t let you do this, I have to protect you, I can’t lose anyone else.” Fukuyo begged. “What about everyone else protecting you?” Oda asked as he looked at her, her eyes widened before she looked away from him. “I don’t deserve to be protected.” She finally answered. “Maybe you should let people protect you for once, there will be a time where you can’t protect everyone.” Oda answered. “Why are you talking to me like this is the last time that I am going to see you?” She asked. “You should always be true to yourself okay, promise to look after that idiot Dazai and both of you get out of here the chance that you get, you blame yourself for too much, most of what you carry is not your fault, learn to live for yourself.” He said as he turned and walked towards the building behind them, Fukuyo stepped forward to follow him stopped by the sound of her phone, she glanced down at it seeing a message from Mori.

If you follow him there will be no place for you in the Port Mafia.

She stopped dead in her tracks watching her friend walk towards what she assumed was his death, she only hoped that he came back to them.

Fuyuko stood in the office after getting orders from Mori to help Chuya with a rival gang and as she turned away to leave and get started she felt blame creep up on her. Everything leading up to this was her fault and there was nothing she could do now but do as she was told.

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hi!! congrats on 1k followers!!<3

i would like to request option 2, romantic ship for grishaverse:) i’m a girl, use she/her pronouns and would love to be paired with any girl (just not nina, i see her as a bestie) i’m 5’4, have shoulder-length brown hair and hazel eyes. i have soo many favourite tropes but mutual pinning and like being kinda mean at the start but not bullying each other own my heart.

i’m intj, slytherin and a virgo. i can come across as cold hearted or just mean but it’s something i use to not let people get to me. i’m a very confident and don’t care what others think of me, most of the time. i’m a calm person unless someone gets close to me, then my mouth can’t shut around them. i’m a huge nerd and an overthinker. i’m also an introvert but i’m more active and bubbly when i’m around my friends. i don’t like talking to new people but when someone interests me even a tiny bit, i’m full on talking with them, even when i don’t know them that well. i value my own company and comfort so much, sometimes maybe even too much. i’m determined, stubborn and try to do everything perfectly even tho i know most of the time it’s not possible for everything to be perfect. i could say i talk too much but i see it as a positive thing. also i kinda feel like i have an old soul with a huge heart and am a hopeless romantic. i try to never loose hope especially if we are talking about dreams or goals and i believe even impossible can be achieved. i’m a huge dreamer, but try to stay as realistic in my everyday life as i can.

when i see someone struggling mentally i literally try to do anything to help them, as much as they let me and as far as it’s not damaging for me. i’m a very cuddly person because it helps me remember that everything will work out eventually:) i prefer staying home for the evening but i also adore going out to do something fun like going to lunapark or even cinema once in a while. to be honest i just want to find someone who would be my love, my best friend and partner in crime. i would do literally anything for love.

now some of my hobbies:i love writing(it’s like my whole personality) - stories, poems, letters, drawing and just creating things in general. i love plants and taking care of them, same goes with animals. if i could i’d adopt a whole zoo;> my favourite animals are lynxes, dragonflies and hyenas. (what a combo, i know). i love iced coffee but it has to be sweet and learning about things i’m actually passionate about. i don’t want to say i’m childish but i adore doing things my inner child is excited about. i loove chocolate and cotton candy. music and movies are huge part of my existence and when someone knows the same things i do i literally want to adopt them so we can talk, talk and talk. my favourite season is spring when everything comes to life:) also i loove everything people are used to hate about themselves, like stretch-marks, scars and that sort of stuff. idk it just reminds me we are all human and are beautiful just as we are ><

that’s all i can think of, hopefully it wasn’t too much!! thanks in advance i’m really curious who you’re going to pair me with:)

hi!

thank you for participating :)

i ship you with zoya!

zoya is the epitome of rivals to lovers. she’s so snarky, but i think she’d really like someone who could match her level of snark. banter is her way of flirting. i think zoya really understands coming across as cold and not really letting anyone get to know her. she uses that tactic herself, so it wouldn’t be an issue for her at all to get you talking to her. she’d make it a goal to get you to tell her a little bit about yourself every day, and consider it an accomplishment when you started opening up to her. she’d find your nerdy interests and hyperfixations really endearing, and she’d really enjoy listening to you ramble about the things you like. i feel like she’s secretly a little nerdy too, and would be able to talk to you about some of your interests. zoya is a very stubborn person, so it would be interesting to see how you two butt heads a little. she’s also a realist, and a borderline pessimist, so your hopefulness and optimism would be a new thing for her. but you’d reassure her and make her feel better about things, which she needs.

i wouldn’t consider zoya a very cuddly person, or someone who talks about their mental health. but she’d know she could talk to you about anything, and you wouldn’t judge her. it would take some getting used to, but she’d begin looking at you as a safe space. while zoya has to deal with a lot of people in a day, i think she’d enjoy staying in and not seeing anyone else for a change. she’d be more than happy to spend the evening with you, doing whatever you wanted to pass the time.

i’m not sure if zoya has ever really attempted art, but i think she’d be really good at it. she’s one of those people that’s just perfect the first try at everything she does, so she’d definitely be good at it. but she’s be more content to watch you from the sidelines and let you work, praising whatever outcome you came up with.

i think zoya really misses her inner child. she had to grow up so young, and never really had a chance to be a kid herself. you’d be a source for her to start exploring her inner child, and you’d remind her of all the good things she can remember about being a child. and you’d make new memories together, ones that can replace any bad ones.

i think zoya likes spring too. winter is too cold, and windy. she sees enough wind as a squallor, and would rather have any wind bothering being one she creates. i think the fresh flowers remind her of home with her aunt, and she likes the warm sun on her face. she’d love being outside with you during the spring, doing whatever you wanted to pass the time. it would be really peaceful for her.

zoya favorite thing about you would be how you see the beauty in everything. zoya is a stunning person, but i think she’s insecure about the scars she has from getting her amplifier. they’re running down her back, and she hates them. despite the power they gave her, it takes away from her beauty, at least in her eyes. she knows it’s superficial, but she can’t help but feel insecure about it. you’d be there to tell her that she’s beautiful, and that they’re part of what makes her her.

(i’m not sure if you’ve read the books or just seen the show, but i’m gonna very vaguely and briefly mention the king of scars duology. i hope that’s alright.)

as spring ended and summer approached, the keftas would be a little too warm for her. on rare occasions outside, she’d take it off. alone in her room, she’d be in little more than an undershirt. you’d sit behind her, running your fingers along her spine where the scars are. she’d stiffen, but you’d wrap your arms around her shoulders, squeezing her to you.

“you’re so pretty, you know that?”

she’d turn around with a grin, though you could hear the hesitation in her voice. “i know. as are you, darling. i don’t tell you that enough.”

you’d smile, shaking your head. “you’re changing the subject, but i’ll allow it because that was sweet.”

you’d let her change the subject, but keep a comforting hand on her shoulder. she’d lean into your touch, making small talk.

“nikolai started a new project today. i could see the smoke from all the way across the field,” you’d laugh, making her grin.

“leave it to our king to set something on fire on one of the hottest days of the year.”

you’d chuckle, resting your chin on her shoulder. “should we help him? i have a feeling all genya is doing is barking orders and standing around looking pretty. i bet david is enjoying it.”

zoya would shake her head, turning around to hug you. “later, darling. i want to sit with you a while. alright?”

you’d nod, holding her tight. “alright, love.”

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sorry for the wait! thanks again for participating :)

#1k followers celebration #1k followers #1000 followers celebration #1000 followers #followers celebration #grishaverse #shadow and bone #six of crows #zoya nazyalensky

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Head hung low, a smirk working its way onto his lips, Kian shook his head. He lifted his gaze to meet the other man’s own, arching a brow at the seeming innocence behind his question. Kian didn’t know this fella from Adam, but he would wager his life’s savings on the fact that there was nothing innocent about him at all.

“Nah, sorry. It’ll take more than a glass of whiskey for me to tell you that,” he teased, awarding the stranger with what he hoped was a flirty smile, and not the haunting grimace that Davey insisted he usually wore around attractive men.

Patience was a virtue that Kian didn’t quite have – though one might argue it was necessary when working in a customer-facing role – but he found himself waiting with great restraint for the brunette to deign to make his request. Predictable as ever, he opted for the bottle of Jameson, Kian’s accent not lost on him as he reminisced over some Stag that the Dubliner couldn’t give two shites about.

“Uhuh, yeah. Brewed it myself, like,” Kian remarked, rolling his eyes while he had his back turned to the stranger.

He was cute enough, and Kian certainly hadn’t been shying away from a little harmless flirting. He’d actually been wondering if he could manage to impress the posh bastard enough to take him home, but doubts were already creeping in. Horny or not, he wasn’t sure he could listen to some swanky Yank blabber on about how much he knew about The Emerald Isle. Busying himself, he grabbed two of the cleanest glasses he could find and filled them with a generous amount of whiskey.

“Dublin, I assume?” he mused, setting the glasses down, he slid one across the bar and winked. Sure, maybe his patience was already wearing thin, but with his attention back on the man once more, he was reminded just how gorgeous he actually was. He could probably persevere. "I mean, Galway’s an absolute winner for Stag Nights, but I can’t imagine the aul’ American’s stretch much further than the capital. But sure, maybe you’ll prove me wrong.”

Taking a sip from his glass, Kian listened intently as Mr Sculpted-by-the-Gods prattled on, amused by just how unbothered he seemed by his own pompous attitude. Maybe Kian was in dire need of a boat load of therapy and some serious self-respect, but the guy’s total lack of self-awareness was doing a lot for him right now. Given that his own track-record had resulted in him falling head-over-heels for a man who would go on to beat the living daylights out of him and shatter his femur, he shouldn’t be too surprised by his own abysmal taste in men. Still, the man before him might be quick to grate on his nerves, but it was unlikely he’d have Kian laid out on his back anytime soon. Or rather, if he did, he hoped it would be because he had his head between the Irishman’s legs and his mouth wrapped around his cock and not because he was planning to give him a career-ending injury to match his other one.

He blinked, suddenly, drawing himself back to reality as he tried to regain the thread of the conversation, lips parting slightly as it occurred to him just how close the two of them were. They were both positioned quite cosily, leaning across the bar, bodies angled towards one another, faces mere inches apart. A braver man might have simply leaned across and kissed the stranger there and then, but Kian was nothing if not a coward when it came to romance.

“You’re grand. You can call this place a shithole all you like,” he laughed, his voice low, suddenly all too aware of their proximity. He crossed his heart with one hand, as though to accent his point. “I won’t be offended, sweetheart.”

He didn’t want to pull away. If he couldn't outright make a move, Kian thought the least he could do was make it as obvious as possible that he was interested, even if the only way he could translate that was through flirty glances and free drinks.

“How old’s your little brother?” Kian asked, arching a brow in disbelief. As immature and entirely insufferable as Davey and Luca could be, he hoped that neither of them would be so ignorant as to throw around such juvenile bets. Kian figured that if you couldn’t last a simple hour in a place like the Black Dog, then the stick up your arse had to be so finely lodged up there that it could double as a DIY colonoscopy.

Still, he couldn’t give a rats arse about the fella’s maturity so long as he was interested in lodging something else up Kian’s own – well, you get the idea.

“I’d say you’re passin’ with flyin’ colours,” he shrugged, his index finger lazily tracing the rim of his glass.

He watched, entertained, as the man’s gaze trailed to Kian’s bare arms. Years of pucking sliotars across a field and snatching them clean from the air meant he had a nice enough physique. He’d been a little slack since the injury, his mandatory physio just about the only bit of exercise he’d been getting in for a fair few months, but he’d gotten back on the saddle – figuratively and literally – and taken up cycling again since moving to New York. The scenery wasn’t quite as satisfying and the traffic was feckin’ murder, but it kept him fit.

“Yeah, well. The company was just gettin’ ready to leave when you walked in,” he admitted, huffing out a laugh. For extra measure, he found himself subtly flexing his bicep, hoping to draw out a blush or two in the process. Kian didn’t consider himself the most attractive guy out there, but if arms were doing it for the pretty brunette, he certainly wasn’t about to complain.

“Y’know, if you do fancy gettin’ out of here, makin’ an early exit... I won’t tell your brother’s friend. I hear my company’s even better when the place doesn’t smell like a puddle of Clarence’s piss,” Kian snorted, nodding towards Ivy’s least favourite regular.

Ezra raised an eyebrow at the man’s reply.

“What sins are those?” he asked, directing all his attention towards acting coy, rather than pointing out that the sins in question must be pretty awful to have landed the man on this particular level of hell. Ezra would have thought that the duty of working in a bar like this would fall to the undesirables who had been sentenced to community service, or perhaps just had a horrifying penchant for working in grimy, dirty hovels. Saying this, should Marianne press him for his opinion on the bar, he’d only sing its praises in order to prove her wrong.

Predictably, there was no Blantons to be found in the bar. Ezra had already figured as much so he wasn’t as disappointed as he might have been if he had stepped foot in the bar with the hopes that it might be possessed by some degree of familiarity with civility. No, he’d already decreed it to be no different than a poverty-stricken alien planet just with more… belching.

“Hm, typical,” he mused, eyebrows raising as he sighed and let his eyes scan the labels on the bottles behind the bar. Nothing that he would dream of touching. Even the wine was less than impressive, boasting names that he’d have Kim checked into the psychiatric ward if she ever admitted to drinking it.

As the man listed off what was available to him, it didn’t go amiss to Ezra that he had slipped behind the bar himself after only just stating that he was off the clock. While it was something that Ezra had acknowledged, he failed to feel any sort of gratitude for it. Here this man was, no longer working, yet still putting in a shift to get Ezra a drink that he was probably due to turn his nose up at anyway. Anyone else would be tripping over themselves to thank him but Ezra, who was used to people doing things for him, barely gave it a second thought. His parents had spoiled him and the rest of his siblings rotten, although he knew that they probably had varying opinions about how each of their children had turned out. Since then, Ezra had lived a life of luxury, fed with a silver spoon and wanting for nothing. He’d never had to struggle to make things go his way - although the one blip in his argument was, indeed, the situation with Harry right now. Still, that was something he was steadfastly trying to soldier on through. Everything else continued to fall into his lap, which was why he barely gave the bartender’s kind act a second thought.

“Jameson will have to do then, I suppose,” he lamented, as if drinking one of the most popular whiskeys in the world was a great hardship. “Say, their distillery is probably from your corner of the world, isn’t it? I visited it once for a bachelor party.”

The weekend spent in Dublin with his friends from school was interesting, to be sure. He’d never quite stopped being impressed by all the ways a bunch of men could display such thinly-veiled homophobia without giving him any solid proof that he could actually be mad at them for it. He hadn’t stayed in contact with them after that, but he did remember downing more than his fair share of drinks at the whiskey tour.

When the bartender leaned forward, Ezra couldn’t help but unconsciously mimic the motion. Even if it did mean that the elbows of his blazer got splashed with some unidentifiable liquid from the bar top.

“You’re right, it’s certainly not my vibe,” he agreed hastily, as if anyone in the general vicinity of the pair of them would lay eyes on Ezra in his Oxfords and cashmere and declare him a regular. Perish the thought! He shook his head as if to dispel the very notion before leaning back towards the bartender again.

“But just because I go elsewhere for my alcohol, it doesn’t mean I’m opposed to coming somewhere…” He glanced around, wondering what the least offensive turn of phrase would be to sum up The Black Dog. “With such character, shall we say?”

The piss-stained man across the room stuck his hand down his pants and gave himself a good scratch to drive his point home. Ezra pursed his lips and turned back to the bartender. “I bet my little brother’s friend that I could stick it out somewhere that doesn’t sell Blantons and I think I’m lasting alright so far, don’t you?”

He couldn’t help but let his eyes flick up and down, lingering a little too long on the bartender’s bicep rounding out perfectly from the sleeve of his shirt. “Can’t say the company is all that bad.”

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