#I had moments where I kept questioning my reality despite my loved ones trying to ground me

[gentaro-kinniecom]

In another life, perhaps

Characters: Love and deepspace boys x gn!reader

C/w: Angst, events in which the boys remember a specific memory with you before returning to the reality. Reader calls Rafayel “Raf” for short and he calls them his beloved. First person pov !

A/n: I’ve never almost written angst before so 😭 I’m in the making of a few love and deepspace fanfics so..we’ll see <3

Xavier

It was the first time I’d see him cry. Xavier’s tears ran down his cheeks while looking up at the stratosphere. The stars seemed to shine bright for him, as Xavier turned towards me, he held my hand close to his chest where his heartbeat was. Almost as if he didn’t want to let go, I then looked up at the same starry sky that he was staring at a few moments ago. A shooting star appeared suddenly, my eyes never leaving it as I spoke.

“Did you make a wish?” I inquired, wiping his tears away while watching as he drew me closer.

“Yes, of course I did”

“What did you wish for?” His eyes were glossy as Xavier responded, brushing stray hairs away from my face.

“I wished..to have you by my side, always.” I chuckled, hitting his chest slightly as Xavier watched with an amused face.

“You’re so silly! Of course I’m going to be here forever, do you ever doubt it?” More tears streamed down his face, sitting close to the gravestone while placing some white lilies, whispering his final goodbyes

“Promises don’t last forever after all..but I’ll be waiting somewhere, if the stars allow us to meet again”

Rafayel

“Why are you crying Raf?” I asked, brushing some tears away from his face. Rafayel was pouting slightly as he kept me close, waves crashing against the shore, the only sound surrounding us.

“Who said I was crying?” He spoke, voice cracking as evidence of what he felt at the moment. My hands took hold of his shoulders, leaning against his chest while Rafayel looked at the many seashells that washed up from the current waves. I then grab his chin, pulling him down to see his eyes a bit red from all the crying.

“Your eyes say otherwise, Rafayel. Tell me, what troubles you?” Rafayel then pressed up a conch shell against my ear, allowing me to hear the sounds of the ocean while falling asleep on his shoulder. Waking up minutes later to see that I was still in his arms, a vice grip around my waist supported my body up, almost as if he was afraid of losing me.

“I don’t want to ever forget you, please, stay” My gaze falls upon the necklace around my neck, taking it off and wrapping it around Rafayel’s while smiling

“I’m not going anywhere Raf, I’m sure of that. '' The water felt cold around Rafayel’s body as he submerged himself in the depths of the ocean, trying to keep the memory of them alive, holding the necklace around him softly while staring into the vast sea.

“If only I hadn’t let you go, my beloved”

Zayne

Watching the northern lights while Zayne cried was such a rare sight to see. The always stoic doctor had been reduced to nothing but shambles at my presence, I smiled, hoping it would comfort him as Zayne’s body stood beside my own despite the cold.

“Zayne..?” His eyes looked into mine, trying to get a sense of his current reality while I felt my fingertips go cold due to the freezing temperatures.

“Don’t worry about me..but you’re freezing, allow me.” Without even asking for anything, Zayne’s hands intertwined with mine. A small smile made my worries cease a bit while he kissed my now warm hands so tenderly, what did I even do to deserve this type of treatment from him?

“Are you sure? The northern lights are a sight to behold but..” I trailed off, sitting down on one of the chairs Zayne was kind enough to bring for tonight. My hands never seemed to leave his grasp, almost as if he’d never want to let go.

“If you could ask the universe for anything, what would it be?” My sudden question made Zayne’s face light up slightly, looking at me before gazing at the sky and its beautiful spectacular. He took a deep breath before answering.

“I’d ask the universe..for more time; the one thing I didn’t have to save you and now..I’ve lost you once again.” Zayne glanced now at the empty seat beside him that contained the scarf he gifted her, holding back tears while gazing at the nightly sky.

[kairiscorner]

Could you write an angsty hobie x reader where they both get into an argument? Everything is up to you!

ask and you shall receive anon :> i eat angst up for breakfast, lunch, snacks, dinner, and late night snack and dessert. i hope you like this !!

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sometimes, you can't make it all better. — hobie brown x reader (angst)

summary: you loved hobie dearly, and you loved how despite how shitty the world was, he kept trying to make it a safer place for you two. but when you see him beat himself up over almost losing you... you can't recognize the boy you once loved in those frightened, hopeless eyes of his. pairing: hobie brown x gn!reader genre: angst. word count: 2,481 author's note: ok, i feel like i haven't been doing enough with my interpretation of hobie in more daring ideas an prompts, so i've wondered what he'd be like in an angsty situation. i hope y'all like it, and i'm sorry if the british pronunciations/slang are awful 😭😭😭

to hobie, it felt like everything was possible with you; like everything began and ended with you to him, that everything wouldn't be anything if he wasn't there for you, to save you, be spider man for you. he had never wanted anything more than to just be there for you, make the world a little better than how it was before you two were together.

he may appear cool and level-headed, a bit of a jokester as well, on the surface–but deep, deep down, in the recesses of his psyche, therein lies a dark void of fear, irrepressible, palpable fear. that fear being that one day, if he slips up, lets go at a crucial moment when he can't handle everything being thrown at him–when he closes his eyes for even a fraction of a second–you'd be gone.

hobie has seen and gone through a lot of unfortunate things in his life, and every time, he gets through it somehow. some may say he's incredibly tough and fortified for handling all that he's been through, all that he's seen, but what doesn't kill you doesn't make you stronger–it makes you question just why it had to happen to you, both the bad... and the good. the good being you, the sole ray of light that shines in his life–the only reason he has to tread carefully and look after himself is you.

to say he was in love with you was an understatement, hobie was completely and utterly smitten, enamored with you. he loves you dearer than dearly, he loves you with a love that doesn't overbear, a love that isn't selfish–he loves you with a love that only he can give you, that nobody else can give quite like he can. he adores you for who you are, for what you can do, for your heart and mind–you were so perfect in every way because you were so flawed and real, and that was the beautiful reality of you that hobie fell headfirst for.

but he can't bear to face that other, pivotal reality that haunts him, that reality being that you were more fragile than him. you were a civilian–an ordinary person that lived an ordinary life; but ordinary people can only do so much to defend themselves from extraordinary threats. he can't stomach the fact that you might not be able to save yourself from a devastating threat that doesn't even want your life, but instead, his. he can't stand to think that you would really be serious about telling him that you'd really die for him.

and tonight... you held yourself to that.

you tried saving him, tried to save him–spider man, who saves others before himself–at the expense of your own life.

it happened in an instant, when he was wounded, vulnerable, and weak. he was going to throttle the villain, but now, it felt like merely throttling the villain who practically pummeled you to the ground would be way too lenient. it was like his heartbeat halted, his whole world stopped, time stopped when he watched you get body slammed by the villain; the villain was doing their job, being evil, hurting whoever they wanted to hurt, to hell if who they hurt is spider man or his partner--and hobie felt like he couldn't even do the most basic job of all that was entrusted to him: keeping you safe.

you couldn't remember a thing after you jumped at the villain, all you could feel now was a complete, total, stinging numbness. it's ironic, isn't it, that when you's supposed to feel nothing, all you can feel is a distraction disguised as nothing; that's what the numbness felt like as you lay there on the hospital bed, incapacitated and immobile. you could still speak, but very weakly, you couldn't raise your arm, nor your hand, nor a single finger on either of your hands. you were still. completely still.

next to you by the bed was a beaten, battered and bruised hobie. he took that villain out, a little more violently than he usually would have, but none of that mattered to him right now except for you and how you were doing. hobie was tormenting himself by looking at you, seeing you stare up at the bright lights above you in a daze, unsure of what happened, why you're here, where you even are... he can barely walk over to you without staggering, not because of his injuries, but out of sheer relief that you're alive.

he was sobbing, and smiling--he was smiling because against all odds, you toughed it out, you lived. "hey, love..." he murmured as he fell to his knees next to you by the bed, clutching your hand that was hooked up to an IV. you weakly glanced over to your side and peered at hobie, who was muttering and kneeling next to you. "hobie..." you whispered his name as you felt his grasp on your hand tighten. he sniffled back his sobs and wiped away the tears in his eyes. he was beyond relieved you were okay, but he felt like this couldn't go on anymore; neither of you could keep seeing each other, it was for your own good. he endangered you, and all because he failed to keep you safe, his mind was a mess right now.

hobie wasn't in the best place when he watched you get thrown into the ground, hearing a loud thud as you hit the pavement below you. you were so soft, so fragile, so easy for his enemies to squash and kill. you couldn't be with him, not anymore, not when your life would always be at stake when he's around you. he clutched your hand and cleared his throat as he shakily got on his knees, his smile now gone from his face as he avoided looking at your face directly.

"i... i have something to tell you." he said as his grip on your hand was loosening, with little strength in your body, you tried to hold on to him, not to let him go--but he let go first. he looked at you in the eyes, and you could see a shadow looming over his eyes as he attempted to conceal all the pain, all the remorse and guilt he was experiencing for as long as he needed to tell you this: "we can't be together anymore. we're done." he murmured, but in that murmur, hobie carried a stinging pain in his heart that merely worsened and ached harder than any wound he's ever received at the hands of his opponents and enemies; or even those of his own allies once.

you stared at him with widened eyes, your eyes were blank but shone with a twinkle, a twinkle that came about when you saw hobie come into your hospital room. now, that twinkle had shone and waned, it died as quickly as it came, and you found yourself in the dark--in an oblivion where light could never enter, where everything that is ever in it gets trapped, confined, bound t never escape. you were lonely, all over again. you were pushed to the side, all over again. you felt an overwhelming grief and pity for yourself, all over again.

"but, h-hobie, i..." you trailed off as you tried to get up, the pain in your recovering wounds prohibiting you from speaking. hobie looked back at you in shame, he couldn't bear to touch you, couldn't even bear to look at you. he loved you, even if you were now scarred and bruised, but he hated how you got all those horrible, horrible marks on you. they reminded him--each and every strap of gauze, every scar, ever bruise, every cut on you; it all reminded him of why you two could never be together. he had to gulp down the rising wails he wanted to let go of in that moment to keep you from worrying any more. he shook his head as he turned away from you. "no. we can't be together anymore." he said with a crack in his voice as he hurriedly headed off to the window and pulled it up, feeling the breeze against his face as he climbed up on the windowsill and pulled his mask down.

"hobie--!" you exclaimed as you tried kicking off the sheets from you to get up and follow you, but instead--in your haste--you accidentally fell off the bed, with hobie's head almost snapping as he sensed you were going to fall--but he still couldn't bear to be near you... what right did he have to be near you again, hold you again, ask you if you were okay when he caused all of this to happen to you?

'they'll be okay... they'll be better off, they'll be better off without me.' he reminded himself internally as he heard you get up on your feet, wobbling and clinging onto the bed frames to support you, feeling his heart break with every sound he heard coming from you trying your hardest to reach him. you rolled your IV with you as you meekly approached hobie. "hobie, please don't do this." you pleaded him as tears started welling up in your eyes. hobie didn't respond, he just sat there, perched up on the windowsill as you sobbed behind him, waiting for him to say something, to do something. "please... this isn't your fault." "don't be ridiculous." he said as he finally made this conversation a two-way one as he turned to face you slightly.

"i'm the reason you jumped at that wanker, wasn't i? if not for me, you wouldn't have... have been confined to that blasted bed, have that fucking thing get hooked up to you, get stitches, wrapped up in gauze, almost die..."

hobie choked at his words when he said that last word, 'die'. his greatest fears, the realities he had put off facing for so damn long were finally realized that moment when you jumped in to protect him, to let yourself be killed in his stead. hobie inhaled, sniffling all the while as he took off his mask and placed his hand over his eyes, trying to concentrate on the right thing to do, parting ways with you. your legs quaked as you walked over to him, but you wanted to be close to him, even when he was trying his hardest right now to distance himself from you.

"love, i did that because i... i love you--" "and that's exactly the problem. you love me. you love me, and because you love me, you got hurt, didn't you?"

he asked you in a sharp tone, one you had never heard him speak to you with before. he removed his hand that was covering his eyes and soon looked up at you. his eyebrows were furrowed, but his eyes carried a different emotion in them. instead of fury and aggression, a frightened hopelessness was seen in those dark brown eyes of his. that fiery passion he had, that brilliant confidence of his had been extinguished; all that was left of him now was a darkness, a darkness that had to be satiated by finally distancing you, 'protecting' you.

hobie put his mask back on and turned back towards the city outside, the city that he would disappear in, hoping to never cross paths with you again--not after this, not after seeing how dedicated you were to him... he can't bear to break you even more, even if you were more than willing to shatter yourself for him. "so that's just it, huh?" you asked aloud as he leaned forward, about to bring his hand out to shoot a web and swing off, far away from you. but he stayed. he listened. he lived in that moment with you for a little bit, let you linger in his life for a few more moments before the inevitable happens. "you're just gonna... swing off, leave me here, forget we were ever together? is this... is this it? do you honestly think you can control what i do? i did that out of love for you, it didn't matter what would happen to me anymore, i promised you that i--" "i'm doing this to save you." he interrupted you as hobie stood his ground and refused to stay any longer.

this was it. this was the fall out. this was the beginning of the end, the entirety of the end between you two.

the tear streaks on your face were drying up, until new tears rolled down your cheeks as you stared at your now ex-boyfriend's back. where spider man ended and where hobie began, you could never find out--and you feared that you never knew the real hobie to begin with, the frightened hobart brown that you had never met before had finally crossed paths with you for the first and last time.

as hobie extended his arm out and shot a web at a signal tower nearby, you spoke weakly in a quieted voice. "you can't always be a hero, hobart. you can't... you can't always protect people like me, no matter how much you want to..." hobie exhaled deeply and slowly nodded at your statement. "i'm well aware." he said in a soft voice as he readied to hop off the windowsill and swing off into who knows where.

"...sometimes, you can't make it all better."

you uttered as you turned your back to him, not wishing to watch him leave you in this cold hospital room. and no matter how painful and searing this moment was for you, you couldn't hate him. even if you got hurt for his sake, got confined to the hospital for him even when he's cutting off all ties with you for what happened after... you can't hate him.

the minute you turned around, he was gone. the wind whistled as it blew a gust of wind into your already freezing hospital room. an orange leaf was left in hobie's stead, must've been carried by the wind and left here. you picked it up as you walked over to it and gazed at the intricate details of the leaf. "it's... nearly fall." you muttered to yourself as you stared off into the distance, trying not to wonder where he could've gone, and instead, think about how different it feels to see orange and yellow leafed trees down the block instead of green.

"change is scary... but i'll get through it." you uttered to yourself as you held the delicate, orange leaf in your hands; a few teardrops fell from your eyes involuntarily, with you being unable to wipe them in your daze. "i'll... i'll get through it... right?" you asked yourself in a croak as you smiled to yourself, with undertones of grief in that layered grin of yours.

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[hottpinkpenguin]

Reunited - Haldir X Fem!Reader

Oneshot, word count: 828 Warnings: steam

Your eyes fluttered open to the soft morning light warming your face through the window. Outside, the woods of Lothlorien were waking with the sunrise. You stretched, ready to shake off another night of restless sleep in an empty bed without him. 

It had been months since Haldir had left at Lady Galadriel’s command, riding at the head of five hundred elven warriors to the defense of Rohan. Each passing day took you further from his memory and dimmed the possibility of reunion. A tender bruise was forming on your heart as, moment by moment, the reality of Haldir’s death pressed in on you. 

Eager to rid yourself of the weighty grief that waited for you in the empty bed, you threw off the covers. The cool air chilled you, raising goose pimples on your arms and legs. You reached for the fur-lined robe that Haldir had gifted you on your wedding night - the nights in Lorien are cooler than those of Rivendell, he’d told you - and wrapped it around you. You let your mind briefly imagine it was his arms snaking around your waist, not the sash of the robe, but quickly extinguished the image when that aching bruise in your chest blossomed with pain. 

You took a breath in, steeling yourself for another day. You didn’t let yourself hope for his return any longer; now, you hoped more for another day without news of his death. 

“Come back to bed, my love. There’s a chill without you.”

You froze, every muscle in your body rigid and brittle as if you’d been turned to glass. The breath in your lungs evaporated, leaving your chest feeling treacherously close to caving in on itself. Not real, not real, not real.

When you felt a hand - warm, broad, and strong - grip your waist, your emotions broke out of their dam with a roar. Tears sprang to your eyes in an instant, your body racked with sobs as you buried your face in your hands. Real, real, real.

“Ssh, ssh my love.” Haldir sat up behind you as you pulled the hair off one side of your neck before encircling you with his arms. You whimpered when you felt the warmth of his chest and torso against your back, the soft breeze of his breath on your neck. 

“Haldir.” Your voice cracked on his name as you gripped his arms, tightening his embrace around you as if he were the only thing keeping you from shattering. 

“I must admit, this is not the joyful homecoming that kept me lying awake at night for the last seven months.” His tone was light and playful, and he pressed a few kisses to the soft skin where your neck met your shoulder. 

Something shifted in that moment, and the second wave of repressed emotions leapt through the barriers you’d carefully constructed around them since the moment you’d said goodbye to him. Despite the tears swimming in your eyes, you laughed as you twisted to face him. 

“Haldir,” you said again, cradling his handsome face in your arms. He looked just as you remembered him, although you didn’t miss the pale stripe of a new scar stretching from his cheek down across his jawline and onto his throat. Instinctively, you ran a thumb along the scar. Haldir closed his eyes, nuzzling into your hand and breathing in deeply. 

“Is it really you?” It was the only question you were able to ask. The only one that mattered.

He opened his eyes, his gaze meeting yours where it burned with an intensity you hadn’t realized you’d forgotten. You melted beneath it, your skin tingling and your heart pirouetting in your chest. He didn’t need to say anything for you to hear his answer: yes, it is really me. 

“It’s really me,” he replied simply, his hands traveling up your back and pulling you tightly against him as if trying to melt away the skin and muscle and bones that separated your two souls. Your hands danced over his face, his jaw, his lips, his hair. Reacquainting themselves with the angles, hollows, and grooves of the man whose image was imprinted on the inside of your heart.

The moment was close to yielding to the needs of two bodies alight with heat and love, but for another few breaths, you let yourself soften into the warmth of the reunion. His forehead connected with yours and you took a synchronized inhale. Around you, the sun bathed the forest in early morning light and the birds sang. The sunlight felt stronger and the birdsong sweeter, but you knew that was just because your heart was once again open to beautiful things now that it was healed.

“About damn time,” you whispered after a few moments. Haldir chuckled wickedly, the sound sending flames dancing up your spine and a molten coil of desire churning in your core as he guided you down onto the bed for a proper welcome home…

[welldonekhushi]

Under My Spell | Part 4

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Part 4 of Under My Spell!

Note: I wanted to end the story at part three itself hoping you all make the assumptions, since it was about Y/N being rescued after falling for Alejandro's tactics. But because the love you gave for this story.. and the growing ideas I had for this series.. here's part four 🥹

And also! If you aren't able to find the part you want to read in this series, just go through my #under my spell tag to browse through all my parts of the story! Hope you enjoy it! <3

Time passed, but you could never have forgotten that one night.. that changed your life forever. Alejandro.. Rudy.. those two people you met. You could only remember escaping the void with Rudy away from Alejandro's deadly reality and soon disappearing from your eyes once you wake up. Your mind wandered with many questions, wanting to know the answers to everything.

You kept seeing him with the wide-brimmed hat, the suit, the flying cape, the guitar.. and those glowing green eyes. They were likely enticing, and disastrous at the same time. It reflected how much terror that entity caused all around Mexico and now it had found that one target he could never back off from achieving it. You still felt haunted, despite how hard you tend to forget it.

Though, the man named Rudy saved you from Alejandro from taking your soul. But where did he go too? Was he still alive? Or was he.. just some illusion that guided you the way out? You were in your hotel room, laid on your bed, staring at the ceiling while you were drowned in your thoughts. Constant doubts filled your head, and it started to ache your head so bad. Grabbing the painkillers beside your bed, and chugging them down with the water, you place a hand on your head, trying to relax while you close your eyes, sighing.

".. I can't get him off my head." You said to yourself. "Why do I keep seeing him?" The rest was a blur in your head, since it was hard for you to recall. You couldn't even sleep properly, the moments just rewinding in your head like an endless dream. You kept seeing Alejandro. His face, his eyes, his beauty.. everything.

A part of you said Alejandro tried to kill you. Whatever Rudy said about him being an actual demon, created a different image of him in front of you. But the other part said.. he didn't mean to do it. He was nice, and wanted you to enter his world no matter how harsh and rough it looked. So many conflicting opinions fill your head and make it ache worse.

"Maybe it'll be better if I just slept." You sighed and buried your face on the pillow, trying to sleep your eyes out. A few moments later, you were able to rest yourselves and fall into a deep sleep.

The next morning, you woke up, your hair messy and mouth drooling, rubbing your eyes as the sunlight hit your vision. Checking it's about 7:30 AM on the clock, you put your feet on the ground and leave your bed, going to brush your teeth and get ready for breakfast. After getting bathed and fully clothed, you checked your fridge to see what could be there inside, and you find less items to eat. Sighing as you feel the need to go to the grocery store, you grab your purse and walk towards the shop nearby your house. It was a huge benefit for you especially in case you ran out of food and had the immediate need for any items.

"Thought of having a nice breakfast with eggs and toast, isn't that Y/N?" You said to yourself, grabbing a package of eggs and bread slices, before paying the cashier and going back home. You were already done so you grabbed the bag and stepped out of the store, checking your phone for any messages.

It was one of your friends, asking about if you're doing well and good. You were kind of scared to tell them about what happened to you last night but you preferred to keep it confidential in the meantime. So you were just reading their messages and got distracted, till that time you accidentally bumped into someone from the shoulder, almost making you fall down, but luckily you didn't and the items you brought didn't fall too.

"Oh no, I'm very sorry, I hope you're—" You cut yourself mid sentence when suddenly your eyes met that person whom you accidentally bumped with. It looked too familiar, and known, much to your shock. Your eyes widened and your mouth slightly gaped when you saw.. him.

He tilts his head, and looks at you confusedly. "Uhm, are you okay, señorita?"

You tried to get back to your senses to give a response, but it felt as if you were never going to be normal anymore. You let out a shaky response, but enough so he couldn't hear.

".. A-Alejandro?"

He raised an eyebrow, since he didn't catch you. "Excuse me?"

"Oh, I mean.. i-it's fine.. don't worry. I wasn't watching the road.."

He chuckled. "Make sure you don't use your device in the middle of a road, it'll only give you harm, cariño."

".. o-okay.. thank you. I think I'm getting late so.. have a nice day!" You nodded, and immediately began to run away back home as fast as you can. You entered your house and shut the door tight, panting in a panicked manner since you couldn't believe the visual you just noticed through your own eyes.

"Alejandro is.. alive?" You shivered and kept the groceries on the counter, and stressed your forehead. "No.. no no no no.. it can't be.. it must be the painkillers' side effects. Am I hallucinating? God, Y/N get your back together!" You knocked your head and tried to focus. "But.. didn't Rudy.."

You had a flashback of Alejandro getting stabbed by Rudy in the back, and the last time you saw him was dying in pure vain, and escape the reality. But how was it possible? Alejandro acted more human than his previous self when you met him. It was now confusing you more and more, and you clenched your head.

"Fucking hell." You groaned. "What is going on.." Everything was getting past your mind and making it worse, like as if Alejandro was now a part of your lifestyle and it wouldn't even let go of you anymore. Maybe you were just hallucinating, and you saw Alejandro because you kept seeing him in your dreams, and he couldn't even act that nicer.

All your hunger for eggs and toast just vanished for real, when you had that disastrous encounter between you and.. the demon. Who acted like he didn't know you. Or did he know already, and wanted to pursue you again? Start all of this from scratch? No way.

As you kept thinking about it, you heard a doorbell, making you gasp. It was so unsure what was behind the door, and you hoped it wasn't him, who found your way back here. Gulping, you walk towards the hall, to grab the door handle, and clench your eyes to open the door, only to realise that it was not Alejandro, but a woman on your doorstep. She had black, short-trimmed hair, with a slim face. She smiles at you and greets you. "Hola, señora. I hope I didn't disturb you."

You tried to say something, and you did. "N-no, you didn't! And hello.. how may I help you?"

"Oh, I wasn't here for any help. But, I want to.. talk to you about something.. necessary. Only if you allow me in I can." The woman said in a concerned tone, and your eyes suddenly relaxed in an unsure way. You didn't understand what was necessary that the woman came walking to your doorstep, but you didn't mind bringing her in so you can get to know about it. Nodding, you open the door wide and let the woman in, closing it and walk inside the living room.

You and the woman got seated, as you were ready to listen to her. "Okay so.. what was the necessary thing you wanted to talk about?"

The woman shifted herself comfortably, crossing her legs while she talked. "You know him.. right?"

".. know whom?" You raised an eyebrow.

The lady sighed, looking at you. ".. I meant.. Alejandro Var—"

You backed off from the couch, and stood up, not believing what the woman tried to say. How does she know about him?

".. h-how do you.. k-know.." You said, stuttering. The woman stood up and tried to calm you down.

"Señora, calm down. I didn't mean to make you feel like this, but.. I'm glad I found you, so I can talk to you about this."

Your eyes can't believe that the woman you just met actually knew about Alejandro. It was so suspicious to you already that he had a past and she was a part of it too. Looking at her horrified, you let her continue.

".. I found you near the grocery store, when I was outside trying to avoid my eyes out of Alejandro himself. When I quietly saw you bump into him and felt shocked, I realised that you had a connection with him too." A flashback shows you at the grocery store with Alejandro, where the woman watched you two secretly before you ran away from him. ".. this is why.. I came here, travelling to help you. Because you're not the one who went through this."

The woman comforts you, while she speaks. ".. Alejandro is.. the El Charro Negro. Am I correct?"

You nodded, weakly and in pure horror. She understood and chuckled. "Then I'm in the right place. This is where, I'm here to help you."

You quickly grabbed her hands, and looked at her desperately. "Please.. whatever you can do, is to help me. I don't know what's going on.."

"I used to feel that too, miel. But I did find a way to overcome it, and I know you'll too." The woman nods, and smiles, getting up on the couch as she walks around the room. "If you allow me to take you to the one person who would actually help you in this mess."

"Who?" You asked, eagerly. And the woman turned around, looking at you for a brief moment till the scene switches to a small village area, where you saw everyone taking care of each other, and handing each other stuff as if they were working on something. While you go through your journey of exploration, you find your way upstairs to someone else's house, the one that you've been looking for.

The woman opened the door, and checked the place to see if anyone was around, and your eyes went to the flasks, books, and candles around the shelf. The room was well-detailed and clean, though it was a bit small. The woman nodded at you, wanting you to wait for a while. Suddenly, someone comes out from the curtains to arrive at the living room to check who it was.

"Como puedo ayudarte—" It was a man, who stopped at its footsteps the moment he saw the two of you. Especially his eyes widened at the sight of you, being at his home.

".. Valeria?" The man furrowed his eyebrows, calling out the woman's name who brought you here. She turns around to you, concernedly.

"She needs your help." Valeria left your hand and made you walk towards the man, who you already knew about. The one who saved you from trouble and made you escape the reality.

".. Rudy?" Your lips made you leave his name, and realised that all this time, Rudy existed, and was living a normal life here all the time. He itself, couldn't believe that you would find a way out here. He thought it would not be safe to come, but he understood for what reason you stepped in here.

Rudy straightens his eyebrows, and purses his lips, nodding. "Hello again, Y/N."

[orbmanson7]

Logan angst: Y'know how c!Thomas went to college, but ended up pursuing a creative career? Take a listen to Burn from Hamilton...

Writing Logan angst ficlets based on words or phrases sent to my ask box!

(this one ended up kinda long so it's under a read more)

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Years. Decades. Logan had spent so long building up Thomas' knowledge base, teaching him every new fact he wanted, any information he sought out. He encouraged his curiosity at every turn, no matter what it was or why it sparked his interest. He was so proud that Thomas loved to learn enough to go to college after so many years of school.

Thomas would go on to do great things, he was sure. Empowered with a solid degree, bound for a stable and satisfying career, and Logan right there with him, to help and see that progress continue every step of the way.

It was going to be amazing. Thomas was going to be something amazing.

...at least the second half turned out to be true.

Something changed in college. Logan was striving for Thomas' success, but he noticed he kept looking away to more creative outlets, leaving Logan with unfinished plans and tossed-away ideas.

First, it was only to destress from all the work he had to do. That was understandable. College had more homework and required more self-discipline. If Thomas engaged in adequate self care, who was Logan to judge?

But then it happened more often. It wasn't about relieving stress. Thomas' friends were creatively-inclined, encouraging more dramatic and riskier ideas to try.

Logan attempted to remind Thomas of the importance of his schooling and his future career...and that's when it had all fallen apart.

"But this is what I want to do now."

Soon, the degree that was meant to be his ticket to success was nothing but a useless piece of paper as Thomas pursued an acting career and became more involved in building an online personality to entertain his new fans.

This hadn't been what he envisioned after all those years spent building a solid foundation on which Thomas could stand and build his career. Now it had been dismantled, painted over, and dressed up as a stage instead, meant for performance, where success was tricky and uncertain.

Logan should be proud of his success despite the odds, for finding happiness, but it only made him question all the wasted effort he'd given him only to be rendered unnecessary.

Maybe it wasn't as sudden of a change as it felt. Maybe that blade had been sliding its way in all along and he just hadn't noticed the puncture until it finally tore him in half.

He thought he knew Thomas. He thought he understood what interested him, what sparked that look of wonder in his eye... But he had enjoyed something else the whole time, far more than learning, far more than finding ways to help the environment, far more than anything Logan could ever teach him.

Had Logan done something wrong? Had he not done his job properly? Or was he blind to Thomas' reality all this time? Did he steer Thomas in the wrong direction when he was meant to go elsewhere? Had this been inevitable?

Searching and scanning every moment of the past, he desperately tried to remember if there was a clue, an indication that Thomas had been disinterested and unmotivated, but...it didn't seem like that at all. Was Logan too caught up in his pride of Thomas' diligence that he couldn't see the truth?

As Thomas continued to grow and succeed in his new career, he needed Logan a lot less. There was nothing left for Logan to do. Rendered effectively useless, Logan could do little more than think about where everything had gone wrong.

He tried to find ways to help, only to be turned away. He offered advice and knowledge, but the other sides knew he wasn't meant for these dramatics and emotional discussions. He was pushed away each time, his words holding less value by the day.

What had been the point of all that work? Why had he tried so hard, only to be turned away and made so needless like this?

He hadn't meant to get emotional over it. He tried to find purpose in whatever chance he was given, only to wind up back in his room, wondering what he was doing wrong, why he couldn't just be what Thomas wanted him to be.

It hurt.

It hurt to know that he couldn't do anything to right this.

Was this all his fault? Or was it theirs for leaving him with nothing?

It felt unfair, after everything he did, after only wanting to see Thomas happy. Did Logan not deserve a place among Thomas' sides, encouraging and helping him into the future?

Why was that considered so awful for him to want? Why should he be pushed away when seeing Thomas improve and make progress was the only enjoyment he could truly feel and understand?

Was he meant to keep trying, to find some new way to help? Or would Thomas prefer he be gone, no longer there to bother him and bogging him down with the past and all that they left unfinished?

Would Thomas truly be better off without Logan?

What if the only way to fix this was to remove the extraneous and unnecessary? Make room for the emotions and creativity Thomas wanted and deserved?

Perhaps erasing himself from this narrative could finally give him purpose.

Maybe it would make Thomas better...

[roseofcards90]

UBW general thoughts!!! FATE SPOILERS FOR UNLIMITED BLADE WORKS ROUTE BELOW PUTTING A READ MORE JUST IN CASE 😭

I think this route was absolutely amazing. I loved every moment with how the plot just kept going and going, never really stopping for one second and I was all here for it. Everything with Archer and Shirou was just well executed, and if I didn’t have a pea for a brain, I would definitely go more into the whole ideal theme UBW has and how Shirou’s ideal and his view on that ideal evolves as the route goes on. The moment where Rin and Saber become master and servant, Archer when he blatantly reveals his projection powers and reality marble, Heracles’ battle against Gilgamesh, and Lancer in this whole route tbh were a lot of my main favorite highlights of the route!

That being said, I do have a bit of a few minor gripes for some of the writing, specifically with Rin and Shirou’s relationship and how it plays in the final act. This may be more of a personal feeling, but I’m not the biggest fan of the Rin/Shirou romantic pairing; I don’t think UBW as a whole brought enough to make me endeared to their dynamic in a romantic aspect, but I love their dynamic in a general sense because I see both of their characters as foils to each other due to their vastly different lives as a result from the same war. Not only that, Shirou is one of the few people to really understand Rin’s nature and inner kindness, as well as how she struggles with her emotions and being vulnerable. I do feel, however, that Rin’s relationship with Archer stuck out way more to me because of their trust and final parting (more similarities with the Fate route which I appreciate) and that it didn’t feel forced to be a romance; in fact, it played more off of gratitude than anything else because of how Rin saved Shirou in the prologue, because she saved him it became the catalyst for Rin to summon Archer and have him be her servant, which I felt was such an amazing tie in with both their characters and with the way the prologue addresses both of their perspectives. And this underlying gratitude and thanks is addressed again in the ending when Archer disappears because Rin promises him yet again she’ll look after his younger self, to make sure he doesn’t stray from his own path. The thanks Archer gives at the end and their parting had so much more impact for me than anything regarding Rin and Shirou’s romance if I’m being truly honest 😭

— Speaking of Rin’s character, I think UBW missed a major part of Rin’s character they could’ve addressed, and that is her relationship with her father. This is mostly glossed over the fact and is really only touched upon when Kirei reveals that he was the one to have killed him. They kind of touched upon it earlier in the route? When Rin first takes Shirou to her house and she explains how much she’s bothered by how Kiritsugu handled Shirou when it came to teaching magic. The scene here hints to an underlying resentment and jealously from Rin when it comes to Shirou, not only because he essentially became a master with barely any training in contrast to her who’s been training her whole life for this war, but also because Shirou was lucky to have a parent there with him. Shirou had a father who took care of him and stayed with him, which I think deep down Rin had wanted from her father too despite on the surface she doesn’t take criticism of her father lightly. Addressing this sort of discrepancy and complexity Rin has with her father would’ve added another layer to her being a foil to Shirou, and it would’ve shown explicitly that Rin isn’t entirely gung-ho when it comes to simply just fulfilling her dead father’s legacy blindly, that having her also question her own views of her father would’ve been so interesting to see as an internal conflict of hers imo.

What kind of mainly bothered me about UBW was how Rin’s flaws were never really addressed(?) I think is the right word I’m trying to say 😭 but with the way Rin has people here who understand her true nature (Shirou, Saber, and Archer), I do want to see a situation play out to where her emotional constipation and her struggles with vulnerability backfire heavily for her, and as a result, she herself has to fix it and learn to be more vulnerable with the people she loves and cares about. I think that would be such a great resolution to her overall character, and from what I know about Heaven’s Feel and how UBW sets up for that route specifically, I have high expectations since I’ve also heard Rin plays a major role in Heaven’s Feel as well.

— As for how the true ending played out, I was a bit skeptical as to why Shinji of all people had to survive at the end, especially when this guy was heavily implied to have sexually assaulted Ayako earlier in the route and would’ve assaulted Rin if not for Lancer 😭 the only reason I can think of as to why this route kept him alive was because of Shirou’s ideal to “save everyone” but other than that, I don’t think him surviving really adds anything else to the route itself. I also think the true end didn’t expand on said romantic relationship between Rin and Shirou that much, barely even at all in the original VN scenes. Although, from what I’ve seen of the anime adaptation of UBW, they did add a lot more to the epilogue when it came to Rin and Shirou attending college as well as additional cute moments between them that I feel the VN really needed for their relationship; the extra scene where they’ve built a grave for Saber also was very sweet and touching, so I’ll give credit where it’s due for the anime in adding more content to the true ending I feel it desperately needed.

It’s because of this lack of completeness I felt for the true ending that I ended up preferring the good ending over it 😭 and I don’t think that’s mainly because of the polycule stuff. As much as I love all the moments between Shirou Rin and Saber as a trio, I feel like this ending did a better job in solidifying the bond between the 3, as well as still establish the possibility of Rin teaching Shirou magic, so it’s not completely far off from the true end, but tbh it just feels more complete to have Saber still be there because of how important as a person she is to both Rin and Shirou.

Even in the final fight of the route, it felt more of a Rin and Saber and Shirou fight instead of an oriented fight with Rin and Shirou being the main focuses, and I think that’s what really strayed me from the Rin and Shirou romance especially with coming off of the Fate route 😭 because my expectations were that Rin and Shirou’s relationship were going to be a major focus in the final fight, but it turned out to be more of the trio’s relationship with each other instead.

— And this one isn’t really a critique, but Illya was surprisingly very absent in this route. With the exception of being in the very beginning and in one of the final fights in the end against Gilgamesh, Illya doesn’t play a major role, which I think could only mean her importance and focus is played up a lot more in Heaven’s Feel instead.

[madmarchhare]

Changes a Man chapter 3

I know I said chapter 2 would be the last one I would post, but this one is the shortest, and I dislike leaving on large cliffhangers.

Hope you all like it! I'd love to hear your thoughts or questions. Please, really.

My hands hovered around my neck, staring down at the ground, my mouth hung in disbelief at what just happened, “What?” I asked again, not knowing what else I could. My eyes snapped up to look at Yul as the idea slammed into my brain.

“What did you do?!” I demanded, launching myself towards him, grabbing him by his vest.

“I didn’t do anything! I don’t even know what that was!” Yul snapped back, a confused look on his face. I stared hotly at him for a moment, growling slightly, as whatever I was could apparently do that. Then I let go of him and stormed off in some random direction. “Where are going?” he called out.

“I’m not sticking around with that weird magic, you can get back yourself.” I snapped back, rushing forward into the woods. I heard the boy begin to say something when I suddenly felt something tug at my neck, and jerk me back as my legs continued on, making me fall on my back.

I stared up at the tree canopy above me for a moment, dealing with the fact that I was now staring at it, Yul didn’t say anything either. I got up slowly and brushed myself off. I tried to walk further but felt the same sensation, I tried in other directions but was met with the same result. I tried to pull against it, facing Yul as I pushed against the force with all the strength in my legs. Then I noticed, every time I tried to go further the pattern on the boys’ wrist glowed that electric blue. Oh. So that was it then.

“That Devil woman,” I muttered out under my breath, “she must have done this, she must have.” I stopped leaning against that magical force and strode over to Yul, the boy looking quite flustered in response.

“W-what is it?” he stammered out, not knowing quite what to do. I looked at him boredly, trying to hide my agitation, it likely wasn’t the boys’ fault after all.

“It seems that, because of that chain, I can’t leave your company.” I growled out, a sourness clear in my voice. “So, it seems the original plan stands, and neither of us can do anything about that.” I finished looking up at him, trying to keep my aimless anger off my face. For his part, he seemed to keep his face calm, but a grimace of worry and a sigh of relief broke through at the same time. He looked at me silently for a moment, not sure what to think of me. Quite understandable really, I had the same problem with myself. He stood still for a second looking at me, his expression tossing and turning as he tossed and turned the idea in his mind. Then he turned on his heel and started off in the opposite direction I had first went, I strode after him, keeping myself a pace or so behind him.

We walked for quite a while, the forest again reminding us that it ruled itself quite independently from everything else, by having the sun not budge from it’s throne of midday despite how much time passed. Trees curved and bended like ribbons pulled and tossed about by a cat. Some places seemed trapped in summer, some in spring, with flecked parcels that reminded oneself of the reality outside, dressed in the russet red of autumn. A state almost entirely it’s own to the forest of that devil woman.

Yul kept walking, occasionally flicking his head back to look at me, an irritated look on his face after the first hour of walking. Finally he suddenly spun around to look at me, stepping close, “alright, I get your upset, that your day’s gone bad because of that chain thing.” Jabbing me on the chest as he spoke, “But I didn’t, do, anything so I would appreciate it if you would stop tutting and snapping or whatever it is your doing, it’s annoying.” I looked at him oddly, a confused expression on my face.

“What, I haven’t-” I began but was interrupted by a loud clack, coming from above me, letting me finally notice the swarm of clicks and snaps that trickled down from above us that I had tuned out in my stupor. Both Yul and I slowly raised out heads to look at the origin of the sound, and when we saw it I felt my blood run could and all the fur on my body stick on end as my ears fell back against my head.

Spiders.

I had a complicated relationship with spiders, I didn’t mind money spiders, or daddy long legs, even some as big as a sovereign I could deal with. But the bigger ones I disliked. This time, I knew quite well whose parlour we had wandered into.

Yul, stepped back a bit from me, going quite pale, almost falling over. I picked him up, surprised how light he was and bolted, running as fast as my legs could carry me, carrying him in the crook of my arm like a lamb. I could hear them scuttling after us, now able to notice great weavings of web between the trees that had been hidden in the sunlight, now only just revealed as the sun was finally released from it’s prison on high.

“Spiders!” Yul whispered out hoarsely, covering his face with his hands, “why were there spiders?”

“How would I fucking know?! You live here, I’m just visiting!” I snapped back, diving through a gap between two great bindings of silk, twisting and dodging past the pale strands pulled across our path like barbed wire. I danced through that maze of death like a ballet dancer, rising with the arpeggio of chattering jaws that followed after us. I was far more flexible that I had used to be, faster too. Not that that was any comfort.

“Which way should I go to get out Yul?!” I called out, flicking my eyes around as I dashed forward, feeling my ears twitch on my head as I searched for any sounds of a village. Yul pulled his hands from his face, looking about, shifting in my grip slightly.

“To the left, that way!” He suddenly burst out, pointing to the side. I dived to the left, my feet skidding underneath me like a race horse as I turned, not stopping. I dashed forward, hearing them right behind me, Yul confirming it with a shout. I pushed my legs even harder, tasting copper as I gulped down air, already getting flashes of yesterday. I kept looking forward, not daring to look back in case I tripped over a stray web, or if I would see the jaws that would soon devour me like an insect. I ran, seeing the speckled sunlight coming through the edge of the forest, just a little bit further, feeling the wight of the spiders legs poised over my back, just as I launched myself forward out of the forest, throwing the boy ahead of me as I heard the leg slam deep into the ground.

I scrambled further away from the forests edge, coughing as I my lungs tried to drag as much air into my chest as they could. I twisted myself onto my back to look into the forest, checking to see if the spiders were following. I saw a trio of them, as large as horses, all stood a couple of feet away from the edge of the woods, glaring at us. The, a smaller spider stormed forward, the other spiders turning to look at it, both Yul and I began to scramble to our feet, when, as it stepped past the threshold, the thing suddenly began to disintegrate. It’s limbs falling apart into dirt and mud, the beast letting out a blood curdling cry as it fell to the ground as nothing more than moss and mud.

Both Yul and I stared at it, breathing hard. I flicked up my eyes as I heard the other spiders begin to move, all turning and retreating back into the forest. Soon, not a single one remained, their chattering disappearing on the wind, the only sound being our heavy breathing. I let my back fall down onto the grass as I groaned out, gasping for air. My legs ached, as did my chest as I gulped down air.

“I really, really, hope that I don’t have to run for my life again tomorrow. It’s been a rather unpleasant theme recently,” I gasped out, looking up at the sky, staring at the afternoon sun, stuck just past five.

“I agree.” Yul replied, gasping, I turned to look at him for a moment, about to ask when he had been running, but decided against it. I didn’t have the energy for an argument, and neither did he.

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Hey bestie may I request diluc,childe,zhongli,and venti having a bad nightmare over their s/o wanting to break up with them and when they wake up their s/o isn’t there but really they’re in another room or something if that makes sense!! Thank you 🤑

Hi bestie positively evil... i love it <3 nobody question why zhongli and the reader are married in all my headcanons thanks lmao

Pairings; (Seperate) Diluc, Childe, Zhongli, and Venti x reader

Warning(s); panic, nightmares, hurt/comfort, injury mention

Keep reading under the cut!

Diluc

Diluc wakes with a start, his brows furrowed as he takes a moment to arrange the events of his nightmare in his head

Both you and he had a particularly explosive argument after he had come back injured from a night protecting Mondstat 

You had left the winery after exclaiming that you refuse to date someone who has such a lack of regard for his own life. In the long run you’d be saving yourself from further heartbreak if he ended up dead on the front porch

Diluc wonders if dream you could be right...

The red-head finally notices the cold side of the bed you should be sleeping on. He more than remembers going to sleep with you

Panic sets in at the bottom of Dilucs stomach. He must be imagining things right? You’re probably just in the bathroom

A beat passes

Then three

No, you’re not in the bathroom. He would have heard you by now...

What if the dream was actually what had happened last night. A breath catches in the mans throat as he gets out of bed and throws a shirt on

If he couldn’t find you in his home has he truly lost you?

Diluc speedily walks through the halls of his home, checking the spare rooms, the study, the library, the living room, the dining room, the

Diluc opens the door to the kitchen his heart threatening to break out of his chest at the pace it’s beating when he finally spots you drinking a cup of tea, in your pajamas

Thank the archons it was just a dream

“Diluc, honey, are you okay?” you ask getting up from the table in the kitchen to your sweating, hyperventilating partner

Diluc says nothing but opts to hugging you, his head bowing to your chest as he breaths you in

“Diluc, you’re worrying me” you tell him returning his embrace and rubbing circles on his back

“You weren’t in bed” is all he offers to tell you. You don’t push him on the details of why he is so panicked

“I couldn’t sleep so I came down for a herbal tea” you explain kissing the man on his bed of fluffy hair “I have a cup left in the kettle, I can pour one out for you” you offer

“Please” he breathes, but doesn’t move to let you go from the embrace, you can stand to hold him and tell him sweet nothings for a little while. Tea can always be reheated

Childe

It would only be right, and he suspected as much. You had told him that because of what has recently transpired in Liyue you cannot find yourself to love a brutal harbinger

Maybe its for the best. Childe concludes not paying much attention to his weeping heart. Maybe, you’d be happier not to be under the constant eye and scrutiny of the Qixing, the Milleth, and the watchful eye of Childes own fatui informants

Without much pause form Childes last thought the man finds himself waking in his room, unsure if the dream was reality or his mind playing tricks on him, he feels your side of the bed and notices a distinct lack of warmth... and you

He cries

Childe curls himself up in a ball determined to not get caught by anyone showing such an extreme and out of character emotion, he let himself cry. He’s pretty sure he’s sobbing loudly but he doesn’t care. It’s just him in the house anyway. The one person that he doesn’t mind seeing such emotions has left him

That’s until he hears the distinct click of the bedroom door open “Oh my archon Childe, are you okay?” you ask quickly making your way to the side of his bed and placing a hand on his shoulder

The man looks up to you, he isn’t sure if you’re real 

“I thought-” he starts “I had a-” he tries to find his words without seeming like a crazed person “You weren’t-” 

“It’s okay babe, I’m right here. I’m not planning on going anywhere” you console “I just had an epiphany in my dream and I had to write it down” you add explaining your absence. Childe nods along 

“Stay” he tells you as you wipe the tears out of his eyes. You nod and hum

“Of course” you lay onto the bed and let Childe wrap himself around you

You hum him to sleep and whisper sweet nothings

Zhongli

‘I can’t love you anymore Zhongli, I feel obligated to come back to Liyue after every adventure, it’s starting to take a toll on me’

‘But our vows, [name] we made a contract at the altar’

‘To love each other, yes? Zhongli there’s no love left in this marriage, you sleep in the spare bedroom whenever I’m back, we sit in silence over dinner, I don’t think I’ve kissed you in months. The lack of love itself is the breach in the contract’

‘But I-’

‘Think about it, do you really feel the same love that you felt on the day we got married?’

‘[name]-’

Zhongli wakes up with a start, his heart beats a little fast for a second. The man convinces himself it’s just a dream he had, but the coldness of your side of the bed seems to speak otherwise

In all fairness, Zhongli should have rationalised his dream before he started wondering the house like a mad man. The only time he sleeps in the other bed is when you’ve suffered an extreme injury, dinners are often spent with jolly laughs and conversation. And Zhongli prides himself on the amount of affection he gives you around the house... and in the bedroom

But most things aren’t making sense in his head right now

“Zhongli my love” you call him upon noticing him in the hall. You had just come out of the bathroom after a midnight toilet break “Are you okay darling?” you ask placing a hand on his shoulder

The tenseness in Zhongli’s shoulders dissipate as soon as you initiate the touch

“I love you” he tells you, the declaration is out of nowhere to you. But you smile at him and embrace him

“And I love you too” you pause bringing up your hand baring the ring that sits on it “And this ring is a reminder of our vows and my unyielding love to you” you tell him with a smile

Zhongli chuckles at you and returns your hug “You seem to always know how to comfort me my dear”

“It’s because I’m a mind reader” you jest matching your spouses chuckle

Venti

Disappeared. So much so that the thousand winds could tell Venti that you were in fact not in Mondstat and had travelled to Liyue from the time Venti was playing music in the tavern to when he knocked for you early the next morning

The only trace you left was a letter. Unmistakeably written by your hand

‘Venti, writing this in a letter is much easier than saying this to your face. I am quite simply tired of your antics, no matter try to talk to you, you seem to always brush me off. Be it the nights you spend at the tavern, my general concern when you disappear for days at end just to tell me you were at the thousand winds temple, stormterrors lair, or windrise, no matter how much I tell you I checked all three. Being in a constant state of concern isn’t good for me, it’s emotionally draining and I’m terrified of finding you dead somewhere, despite your archon blood. By the time you read this I’ll be in Liyue where I’ll be staying with a friend for a while. Tell me I’m going somewhere you can’t follow, and I’ll tell you this is how I have felt many a night. I wish I could have kept loving you, [name]’

A harsh way to break up Venti admits to himself rereading the paper a few times before waking up

A dream?

Venti holds his chest, surely a dream couldn’t conjure such a horrific sinking feeling that makes him want to just vomit

Looking to your side of the bed for your comfort the sinking feeling intensifies when he doesn’t see you

So it wasn’t a dream? Venti doesn’t want to call on his kin, the thousand winds, again just to be told once more that you’re currently in Liyue sipping tea with this cousin you had mentioned in the letter 

The archon sits up in bed and takes deep breaths, he doesn’t want to explain to anybody that he had a panic attack over your horrific breakup letter, no no

After calming his breaths Venti steps out of bed with a shaky few steps before walking downstairs to engage in the typical breakout routine. Snacking. Maybe when you left you had elected to ignore some of the snacks you love to litter about your abode

When Venti walks in to the living room towards the kitchen he sees you nursing your head on the couch

“[name]?” he asks in almost disbelief

“Hm,” you answer before looking up to Venti “Oh hey love, sorry I’ve got a headache” you greet properly after a moment. Venti grins at you which causes you to tilt your head. Why is your headache so grin worthy? Weird...

“Would you like some paracetamol?” he asks walking beside you, you shake your head

“I just took some” you reply looking up at your partner “Though I’d love to rest my head on your thighs” you add. Venti more then obliges and settles down on the couch

“You know I had the strangest dream” Venti tells you after a prolonged amount of silence, you hum to let him know you’re listening “You left me” he says bluntly

Oh

Damn

You bring yourself up to Venti’s face with a smile and give him a kiss “I love you Venti, I wouldn’t leave you for even the prettiest lyre” you half console half jest

“That’s because the prettiest lyre is mine” Venti chuckles and you nod pressing another kiss to Venti’s lips

guys it’s 2.42am I’m so sorry if there’s grammatical errors, my brain isn’t catching up rn

[seriouslysnape]

Roughed Up

Harry Potter x Fem! Reader

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1,524

“I don’t mind a night to ourselves,”

A disgruntled, painful groan escaped the Gryffindor boy underneath you as your hands applied pressure to a rather tense area on his back. He took a sharp inhale at the feeling of your wondrous hands rubbing his sore, battered muscles, only to let that same breath out once your hands moved on to the lesser problem areas. 

“I’m sorry, Harry.” You apologized for causing him discomfort.

“Not your fault. It feels good and bad at the same time.” He replied, his voice strained and slightly muffled in the pillow below his head.

If someone had told you that you’d be spending your Friday night massaging achy knots out of your boyfriend’s back, you probably would have laughed in their face. It was rare for both you and Harry to spend your pre-weekend evening in your dorm. You almost always found something to occupy your time on a more productive day. However, tonight would have to be an exception.

Harry had taken a nasty fall off of his broom earlier in the day during Quidditch, and while you hadn’t been around to see it, you had been told it wasn’t a pretty landing when he hit the ground. Thankfully, his injuries didn’t extend much past a few scrapes and bruises, but he had landed flat on his back, which seemed to take most of the impact. Madam Pomfrey had looked him twice over to make sure he wasn’t seriously hurt, checking for anything from broken bones to internal bleeding. Pomfrey had tried to heal him up with magic, but Harry had denied it since Pomfrey’s healing methods sometimes hurt worse than the actual injury. When she gave him the clear to leave, he came straight to you. He knew it had to have been a pathetic sight the way he hobbled to your dorm, barely able to hold himself upright from all the lingering pain in his core radiating to his back.

Based on the way he had greeted you though, you wouldn’t have even guessed that he was uncomfortable. His grin was blinding as he entered, mainly because he knew he was going to milk this as much as he could to get a little extra tender, loving care from his favorite girl. You had helped him out of his robes, wincing when you saw the multiple large bruises scattered across his body that had already begun to purple. Even his legs had taken some damage when you had helped him shimmy out of his pants. You left him in just his boxers, helping him into your bed and ordering him to lay on his stomach to avoid aggravating his back further.

You had hoped that maybe he’d begin to feel better after lying down for a bit, but after an hour he was still struggling to get comfortable. You took it upon yourself to straddle his back, lathering your favorite lotion onto your hands to provide him some relief. Your hands trailed, kneaded, and rubbed in all the places that hurt him the most. His noises were comical, sometimes coming out as a pitchy whine and others as a low rumble. He was beat, literally and metaphorically.

“And just how did you fall off again?” You asked for clarification. 

Harry was very skilled on a broom, and it wasn’t everyday that he fell off. 

“One of the bludgers blindsided me. I never saw it coming,” He explained, “Well, I did when it hit me.”

You chuckled at his joke, letting your thumbs work at the muscles in his shoulders. The room smelled of Eucalyptus and lavender from your lotion that you had rubbed into his skin, two smells that Harry loved endlessly. You didn’t know this, but sometimes Harry would put a bit of your lotion onto his wrist so he could smell like you. It reminded him of you when you weren’t around. The feeling of your hands attempting to rid him of his irritation was heavenly. Despite his pain, he was happy as could be. 

“Pomfrey didn’t find anything wrong?” You questioned.

Harry shook his head.

“Nope. She just said I’d be sore tomorrow, more than I am now.” He replied, already dreading how he’d feel in the morning. 

Your hand movements slowed to more of a caress, your fingers and palms beginning to cramp from all the rubbing. 

“I’m sorry, my love. I’m glad you’re okay.” You spoke gently.

Harry went to turn, prompting you to raise your hips to allow him to flip over completely. He carefully sank onto his back, sighing at the new support that your mattress was giving him. He put his rounded glasses back on, smirking at being able to see you much clearer now. 

“I’m the one who should be sorry. I bet you didn’t count on your Friday night being spent like this.” He remarked.

You shrugged, leaning down to leave a sweet peck on his lips.

“I don’t mind a night to ourselves,” You hushed out, your lips just brushing over his; “Just you and me with nothing to do sounds awfully enticing.”

Harry hummed in content and agreement. Harry was obviously extremely popular at Hogwarts, and sometimes it was hard for him to find time to be alone with you. He was always being needed for something, and sometimes he wished he could just have peace and quiet for a while. It seemed now that his wish might be coming true.

“Oh, darling, there’s nothing in the world I’d rather be doing than being here with you,” Harry mewled, “My pretty girl…”

His hands trailed away from the tops of your thighs, snaking underneath your skirt and resting on your hips. His fingertips wrapped around the sides of your knickers, his grin spreading wider when he felt the lacy material. He looked up at you expectantly as he tugged at the sides of your panties.

“No, Harry. You’re hurt, baby.” You reminded him, refusing his advances.

His eyes widened and he gave a sympathetic pout, jutting his lower lip out in protest.

“I’m not hurt! I’m just sore!” He argued.

“Harry, you fell OFF of your broom. Look how roughed up you are.” You said, pointing to one particularly nasty looking bruise just below his ribs.

“I’m feeling better...honestly.” He claimed, but avoided eye contact with you.

You knew he was lying, a devious sneer appearing on your face as you rolled your hips forward, jostling his body in a way that sent a wave of sharp pain through him. He yelped at the less than pleasant sensation, not even trying to play it off.

“That’s what I thought.” You answered, carefully moving off of him and the bed.

Harry scrambled up when he realized you were getting up, his arm wrapping around his core instinctively when he agitated it from moving so quickly.

“Where are you going? Please, don’t leave.” He blubbered, struggling to stay up on his knees that were sunken into the mattress.

You laughed lightly, looking at him with a warm smile on your features.

“I’m just going to my desk. You need to rest.” You told him, motioning towards your workspace on the other side of the room.

“But baby,” He whimpered, “I’m hurt. Come lay with me. Please?” He requested, holding his arms out to you.

“I thought you were ‘feeling better’?” You chided, putting your hands on your hips.

He groaned, throwing his head back in distaste.

“[Y/N], please come here,” He asked again, “Pretty please?”

You laughed again at the sight of him so needy for just even an ounce of attention. He was always so clingy behind closed doors, one of the many things that you liked about him that you kept private. His flushed cheeks and ruffled hair was honestly an adorable sight. You couldn’t help but give in.

“Okay, I’m coming.” You alerted him.

Harry’s eyes brightened in victory, yanking back the covers and making room for you to snuggle in bed with him. You were careful not to press yourself against him too hard, but he didn’t seem too concerned. He peppered you with kisses, all over your face and neck. He was so excited to just be with you that he could hardly contain himself. You giggled under his touch, squirming when he kissed and sucked on areas that were your sweet spots. He thrived off of your joyful noises and being in your presence. It always made him so happy when you were happy. His attack of affection paused when he pulled away to look at you, your smile fading into a worried frown when you thought he might’ve hurt himself more.

“Are you okay?” You asked.

In reality, he just wanted to look at you. He wanted to study your eyes and hair and all the things that he loved so dearly. He saw his future every time he looked at you. He saw his purpose for living when he looked into your eyes. He saw his life with you. He wanted to spend every moment of every day with you and no one else.

Because you were his forever.

“Yeah. I’m absolutely perfect.”

[reuinx]

Home (Yelena Belova x Reader)

Summary: You reunite with your girlfriend, Yelena Belova, as she’s been missing months after discovering Natashas death after the Blip.

Word Count: 2,171

Paring: Yelena Belova x Reader

Translations:  Malishka (Baby),  Prekrasnaya Devochka (Lovely Girl)

Masterlist

Every morning, you got up beside the beautiful blonde who always looked at you with her piercing green eyes, observing every move as if you were so delicate that you could break. It was as if she blinked; you would vanish, just like that. Yelena always kept a formidable front to protect herself, but with you, she was like a flower in the morning sun. Nothing ever beats waking up with the one you love. Until they are gone, that is. Nothing extraordinary had taken place that day to make her leave, or at least nothing you could imagine. You had been counting the days since she left. 

You thought about her all the time in your spare time. That was until one day, they merged into one, and everything was beginning to become a blur. Once you stopped counting, you stopped counting forever. Friends and family stopped asking about her, so that helped. It was easier to pretend Yelena didn't exist than to miss her. Despite everything you do, though, reality eventually sets in, and you feel hollow again. Where was she? Was she okay? Who was she with? Did she ever think of you? The same questions would remain unanswered.

To avoid staying in the shared apartment, you filled your day with anything and everything you could think of. The moment night fell, you had no choice but to return home. After so long, the apartment no longer smelled like her. It was like she was a ghost. You began forcing yourself to sleep at night and continued the same process every day. You were running late tonight; you should have been grateful for that, but the rain had soaked you on the way home. Your umbrella decided that it was no match for the wind and miserably gave up with little to no effort. That is what you get for buying a cheap one. 

After reaching the apartment complex, you checked to see if you had any mail. You didn't. With your last bit of energy, you climbed the stairs to your apartment. The neighbors weren't fighting for once, which was a pleasant surprise. When you got to the door, you unlocked it and stepped into the vacant apartment, closing the door behind you. Something was wrong. Somebody was here. You could feel it in your gut. The darkness held a watchful eye over you. It was too late to turn around and unlock the door again. The light was flicked on to reveal the unwelcome guest. Yelena.

Your first thought was that it was someone else until you met her green eyes. You knew her eyes from anywhere. My Yelena. Although you had been thinking about this moment for months, seeing her in person left you speechless. She was drenched from the rain but still utterly gorgeous. In the past, she always stood tall radiating confidence, but not now. Her posture was slumped and tense. The t-shirt she was wearing had tiny flecks of red on it. You weren't sure if it was blood, but then you noticed that her nails were chipped. She had been picking at the varnish again. The only time she ever did that was when something bothered her.

"And here's me thinking you'd be happy to see me. Do you want me to leave and come back? She finally broke the lingering silence between you both. There is a growing distance between you two. The instinct to approach her struck you suddenly; she wasn't moving. Standing motionless, her eyes were fixed on what you were doing.

"I was expecting this," She added.

"Expecting this? Expecting what? Huh? You vanish for..? I don't know, four months? Five months-"

"It was seven," Yelena clarified.

"You aren't helping!"

"I can explain, I promise. Just give me a chance-" She pleaded with you, but you quickly cut her off from giving you an explanation.

"You just left. I didn't know if you were okay or worse, dead. You did that to me without a second thought, Yelena. You expect me to be okay with you? If it was the other way around, would you be okay with that?" You expressed with your hands, animating every word that passed your lips—waving in front of you as you grew passionate.

"I love when you do that. Talk with your hands" Yelena mimicked your gestures with her own hands before studying your expression. Despite her best intentions, she wasn't succeeding in making light of the situation. When she couldn't make you laugh, she knew something was seriously wrong.

"Don't do that."

"Don't do what?"

"Trying to avoid the conversation, Yelena."

"God, don't call me that. It makes you sound like my mother."

"What's the point of talking to you? You attempted to walk past her in the hallway as you snapped out, "It was easier talking to you when you weren't here." Although you wanted to step out of the situation for a moment, you couldn't.

"Malishka, don't be like that," Yelena commanded rather than asked. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't get away from the situation. Yelena stood before you now.

"I could slap you right now."

"Slap me then," She protested as she leaned in inches from your face, her eyebrows raised at you in a taunt. She wanted a reaction from you. Finally, you broke. As tears filled your eyes, you felt the need to blink. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't stop yourself from crying. Sobbing was a common sight for you. It is the ones you love the most that always hurt the worst.

"I hate you," You managed to spit out. Yelena leaned in with her warm breath lingering against your lips as she spoke.

"You don't hate me; you hate that I left." It felt like she wasn't saying that to you but rather to herself. As you leaned closer to her, you could still see the raindrops clinging to the loose strands of her hair. Despite Yelena's best efforts to keep the argument from escalating, something was wrong. It was apparent to you. While she argued, she often had a playful glint in her eyes and a half-smile that followed shortly after that. Her eyes appeared expressionless and empty.

The feeling was like looking into the mirror to see how you were when she left. What had happened to her? She moved away from you towards the coach as she plopped down. She was utterly defeated. Yelena's eyes had been fixed on her nails, and she refused to look at you. You knew when to continue arguing and now was not that time. It wasn't your desire to fight anymore but to get answers. Your only priority was to make sure the girl you loved was okay. Yelena needed you, and you needed her.

Approaching her cautiously, your voice was beginning to adopt a soft tone in hopes of easing her. "Hey, hey you." You called out as you squatted down in front of her and brought yourself as close as possible.

"Look at me" You reached over to carefully begin to skim your fingers among her rings that decorated her hands. After finally allowing the words to escape your lips, you carefully started to skim your fingers over the rings that adorned her hands. It was finally her turn to lift her eyes from her nails. The sadness filling her eyes caused her eyes to droop.

"What's happened, Yelena? You know you can tell me anything. All you have to do is talk, baby. Was it something I did? Why did you even come back?" You managed to say past your quivering lips finally. You had reached the point of anger where it boiled over, and now you feel defeated. Breaking down in front of Yelena is something you hate, but it's too late since crying was something you could not avoid tonight.

"I hate when you cry, my prekrasnaya devochka.” Yelena whispered in response with her hands carefully tapping on your shoulder blades. Her body language indicated that you should get up, and you did so without question. Her hands grasped your hips as she pulled you down onto her lap without ease. Her palms rested perfectly on either cheek was a pleasure to feel. She traced her thumbs carefully over the tears marks you left behind. Gentleness was evident in her touch. Her eyes carefully examined your lips. Yelena's presence had always been missed, but you hadn't realized how much you missed her touch. Within her touch, you had finally calmed down with ease. You knew she was in complete control over you, so it was unbelievable to admit that. She assured your safety.

"Why did I even come back?" Her response was as sharp and vicious as if she was shooting a dagger at you. Suddenly, her eyes bolted up from your lips and held your eyes in a burning gaze. Slowly, her lips twitched into a smile that almost seemed bitter. She smiled for the first time since you lost her. The butterflies you used to feel weren't there; they were replaced with something else... Worry.

"I- Well," Yelena stuttered out with her hands slowly dropping from your cheeks. It was unlike Yelena to fall over her words. Even with her witty comments, she was always so calculated. The time had come for her to explain herself finally. Would she? Would she give you an honest answer or avoid confrontation? What was she hiding from you?

"Hey, hey. It's okay, I've got you" You tried to reassure her, but your attempts were unsuccessful. Suddenly, her eyes appeared to be made of glass. The reflection of her tears being evident from her green eyes. It was unlike her to cry. She leaned back into the couch with her face beginning to scrunch up like a little kid. Her cheeks were starting to flush a crimson as she tried to hold herself together. Her body tensed underneath you before you felt it release after fighting so hard to contain the sadness.

Your arms were open to her as you took her in. If Yelena Belova didn't want you to do something, she would make sure you knew it. She cried bitterly into your shoulder. Instead of saying or doing anything, you held her for the first time.

"It's my sister." Yelena was broken to the core. In front of you, crumbling away. It took you a while to realize that the name was familiar to you.

"Natalia? Your sister? The um- The part-time Science teacher, right?" Yelena released a weak laugh at the story she had you believe. She wasn't doing it despite you but to protect you. You were kept in the dark about a lot of things by her. There were some things better left untouched. Yelena's past makes this more complicated.

"She..um.. she- she's just gone. I didn't know until that morning. The Blip happened, and we were gone; she was still here all this time. Probably on her own. Where was I? She was dead before I even came fucking back. Just rotting in the ground. She was just left there. I couldn't just leave her there on her own, but-“Yelena’s voice was trembling as she spoke every single word. The moment you had the chance to look at her, she revealed that she was completely vulnerable. This was not what you expected to be the reason for her absence, not even close. Leaning in, you placed a soft kiss on her forehead to comfort her, mumbling against her.

“I didn’t believe it at first, but then it became real and well… Here I am. Crying like a child Infront of you, it’s pathetic.”

“It’s not pathetic. Your sister died, Yelena. Why would you even think that’s pathetic?”

“It just is.”

“It’s not.”

"Mhm. I thought going out there to see it for myself was the only thing that was going to help. Give me that feeling of home again.”

“Well… Did it?”

“No. No matter where I went, nowhere felt like home to me. I..I have never felt more at home than here, with you. I hope I haven't fucked this up, have I? I can't fuck up anything else. I wasn’t taking this for granted, I swear. It wasn't until you came in with that stupid.. stupid umbrella that I felt at home again. I felt like everything is going to be okay for the first time in months. I just- I want you.. I needed you. The thought of you never left my mind, I swear. The only thing I wanted was to come home. My home has always been with you. Being away from you killed me, it kills me. I love you, I always have. I just-"While she struggled to get her words out, you sat silently. Rather than interrupting her, you wished to give her a chance.

"I’m so sorry, baby. I can’t even imagine what you’re going through. You're home now, I'm here. I've got you. You’re safe."

[theladyismyshepard]

I’m here to use your interests against you mwahahaha! Could you write something about a reader who like Cass, Dani, and Bela more than their mother, except Lady D. Likes the reader and wants them to herself.

You have me intrigued, anon, and I hope this is what you were looking forward to

Finally Throwing out the polyamorous relationship where the sisters pass you around 😍

Well This is Awkward

You awake easily this morning, and maybe it was because you had slept uninterrupted. The blackout curtains tucked away any sunlight that dared to peer through the windowpane. The natural chill of the castle had you burrowed into the blanket, falling and clinging to sleep. The screams that would haunt the hallways had even paused for the night.

You also supposed it made it easier to wake up when reality seemed better than your dreams. You glanced down at the arm thrown over you and the leg hooked around your own. Your eyes trailed up the body until your gaze connected with a wide grin framed by blazing red hair. You couldn’t help but to smile back.

“Good morning, Daniela,” you said, your voice thick with sleep.

“Finally,” jested Daniela, propping her head up on her hand. “It only took you eight hours to get up.”

Your smile turned lazy as you closed your eyes again. You felt two fingers tap your cheek sharply, and you couldn’t help but to find her clinginess endearing. She looked almost impatient when you opened them, but all you could focus on was the pout she was throwing your way.

“No more sleeping!” She exclaimed, shaking you by the shoulder. “It’s almost Cassandra’s turn!”

You shake your head at the absurdity of her statement. Daniela sounded damn near jealous of her sister, and you couldn’t have that... especially when you knew Daniela’s intense emotions tend to have drastic actions.

You tried to roll her over onto her back, but she resisted, instead choosing to push you down and straddling your hips while pinning your arms down by your side. She was wearing a smirk the whole time her face came closer to yours, her hair falling to curtain your faces from the outside world.

“I don’t like to be kept waiting.” whispered Daniela before she licked the shell of your ear.

“Then why did you let me sleep in?” You countered absently, your mind already occupied.

“Bela told me I had to.” pouted Daniela, sitting upright on your hips and crossing her arms. “She said something about “bags” under your eyes, but I like them!”

You smiled in amusement at both sisters. It made your heart swell that Bela was thoughtful about your sleeping routine and the effect it had on your body. It made you feel kinda special that Daniela enjoyed your company enough to want to disrupt your sleep, not giving a damn about your appearance if denied rest.

“Well, thank you, sweetie, I’m glad I look attractive when I look beat to hell.” you chuckled, grabbing ahold of her hips and drawing small circles there.

“You might be a mess, but you’re a hot mess at least.” she said cheekily, obviously enjoying the banter.

“I was thinking the same about you.” you teased back, unable to hold back a laugh. “What a couple we must make, huh?”

“We make the best couple.” growled Daniela, surging back down to grab either side of your face and pull you towards her mouth.

A sharp knock interrupted the kiss, and Daniela really growled this time, irritation written all over her face when she pulled back in the sitting position again.

“What?!” snapped Daniela, neck craned so she was facing the door, yet already knowing who it was.

“Don’t yell at me, Dani, it’s your fault you picked your turn during bedtime.” came Cassandra’s deadpan, almost sounding bored despite the venom spat right at her through the door.

“I’m sorry,” you couldn’t help but to say sheepishly, averting your eyes.

Daniela’s frustration was no longer evident as she begrudgingly peeled herself from your body. You could lie there all morning with how comfortable the bed was, but you were aware that Cassandra had took it upon herself to come and collect you, so you couldn’t keep her waiting. You sat up with every intention of hurrying, but you also couldn’t leave with Daniela feeling neglected in any sort of way.

“Sometimes having you for the night is my favorite.” said Daniela, giving you a wink to ease the nerves. “Come here and tell me ‘bye’ like you mean it.”

“There are no ‘goodbyes’, but I’ll give you a ‘see you later’.” you chuckled at her eye roll, but that didn’t stop her from leaning forward to meet you halfway.

When you felt her breath on your lips, your eyes fluttered shut of their own accord, and with that you didn’t see Daniela duck her head at the last moment. Your eyes flew open when you felt the sting of her teeth tearing through the top layer of skin on your throat. You hissed, but cradled the back of her neck, holding her still.

Daniela was always leaving you on your toes, unsure of what was to come with how rapid her thoughts skipped to the next. But that was what you loved about her: her spontaneity. She never allowed you to grow bored with her.

“Fuck, Daniela,” you stammered out when you began to feel lightheaded. “Too much, too much,”

Daniela pulled back with her signature crazed giggle, and it had you momentarily forgetting what you were supposed to be doing. Until the knocking on the door increased in volume.

“Hurry up, or it comes out of your next turn!” called Cassandra, and you knew she also was a sister that you couldn’t afford to piss off too much.

“I’d like to see her try,” said Daniela, still giggling at your dazed expression, but finally pulling away from you so you could get up, blood trickling down her lip. “She couldn’t keep me away from you.”

“I wouldn’t let her.” you assured, sending her an earnest smile while getting dressed quickly, and you were thoroughly surprised when you didn’t get a clipped response through the door.

“You’re just too sweet,” she drawled, wiping the corner of her lip with her finger and popping it into her mouth, slowly licking it clean. “You should be going now before Cassandra becomes angry.”

“I love you,”

After one last kiss, you ripped open the door, eyes searching for the brunette who you hoped wasn’t too impatient. The door clicked shut behind you as you observed Cassandra leaning back against the wall across from Daniela’s room. Her scowl morphed smoothly into a smirk that easily had you nervous in a good way.

“Good morning, babe,” you greeted brightly, reaching out for her hand.

“It is now,” Cassandra flirted easily, looking at you through narrowed eyes when she examined the already bruising flesh where Daniela had bit you. “Let’s go, I have plans for today.”

You let her guide you with no hesitation like you always did. Cassandra always had plans, different ones every day, never really asking you if you had any plans for your time together. She took full control but that was what you loved about her. Sometimes you liked to be submissive, and that was what Cassandra liked to prey on.

“What did you have in mind?” You asked as she took the many twists and turns that led you to the kitchens, and the reminder of food had your stomach growling.

“First, I knew Daniela wouldn’t think of breakfast, so I had one of the maids awoken early to prepare something beforehand so it wouldn’t waste our time.”

She spoke it so nonchalantly, as if it meant nothing at all really, but Cassandra showed her affection through ways of her own, and while it took some time to become familiar with her subtle love language, you knew she appreciated quality time together with no one else around to disrupt the two of you.

“Thank you, Cassandra,” You smiled, your eyes catching sight of the platter decorated quite nicely with fruits and cheeses and biscuits and different meats and you couldn’t help but to be touched by the extensiveness of it, to both Cassandra and to the maid who prepared it.

“I can’t have you falling out on us.” chuckled Cassandra, leading you to the table set up just for you.

“So what comes after this?” You questioned, sitting down and smiling when she pushed you in.

“Impatient are we?” Cassandra mused, looking proud with herself.

“Can’t have you wasting time, can we?” you quipped, smiling smugly at her snort.

“Shut it, your smart tongue is only keeping us here longer.”

“I thought you liked my smart tongue.” You countered, arching a brow as you stuck it out teasingly.

“There are many uses to it,” she agreed, shrugging. “But it also grates at my nerves, so I suggest you eat it up now, babe.”

You smirked, knowing you were keeping up quip for quip with Cassandra, and you also knew she couldn’t stand not having the last word in, even with you, so you took your victory before you lost it. You dug into your food quick as Cassandra watched you, nose wrinkling slightly. Did the smell of food disgust her as much as the smell of death disgusted you?

“Where to now?” You asked earnestly, once you were finished and pushed the platter away.

Cassandra giggled and reached over to pat your head, almost like a puppy, before cupping your cheek, her thumb stroking in small circles. You shuddered from the tingle that danced down your spine in response. Her lips were moving, but you had to blink away the haze to focus in.

“... into town,”

“What on earth for?” You questioned, brow furrowed. “The three of you only really go at night, and I don’t think-”

“Calm down,” Cassandra interrupted, standing up and holding a hand out to you. “All you need is a hood and let me do the talking... I can be quite alluring.”

You narrowed your eyes at her suspiciously. You knew she had her hooks in you, but what did she mean by that? She patted your cheek as she smiled at your expression.

“My sisters and I have many tricks up our sleeves.” she winked, explaining no more. “Come,”

You smirk to yourself and your dirty mind, and grabbed her hand, standing with her. As the two of you walk hand-in-hand through the castle towards her bedroom to collect a spare hood for you, you ran into Bela, and you couldn’t help the large smile that took over your face, your arm already up in a wave.

“Bela!” You called happily, also squeezing Cassandra’s hand to let her know her presence was still appreciated too.

Bela’s eyes were alight when she turned to look at you, smirking when she saw the two of you together.

“Hello, my love,” she said, her eyes crinkled by her widened smile when you reached out to grab her hand. “What are you two off doing today?”

“We’re going into town.” answered Cassandra calmly, and Bela’s eyebrows nearly disappeared into her hairline.

“Under an illusion, I presume?” started Bela cautiously, sighing when Cassandra rolled her eyes, bitch fit at the ready. “Of course, why did I even ask?”

“Why did you?” mocked Cassandra, reeling herself in when you squeezed her hand again, reminding her that you were here.

“Don’t be so quick to get defensive.” You scolded so gently that it came across as more of a plea. “We’re gonna have a good day, okay?”

Cassandra frowned deeply, but she refrained herself from spewing out another biting comment. The thumb of her hand that you were holding brushed along your fingers.

“Before you go running off, I think mother wanted to speak with you,” informed Bela, her eyes directed at you.

With me?

The concern was written so plainly all over your face, and you knew it from the two reassuring hands on your body. Cassandra had a hand rubbing soothingly up your back, and Bela was running her fingers through your hair.

“Would you like us to walk with you, my love?” pressed Bela, eyes boring into yours, and you couldn’t look away as you nodded.

“There’s no need to be scared, babe, we’re right here, and she wouldn’t hurt us by taking you away.” assured Cassandra, moving to hold your hand again.

“I know she wouldn’t hurt me.” You insisted... were you trying to assure yourself or them?

You felt the Lady’s eyes on you when she was in the room. She watched the dynamic you had formed with her daughters in interest, and you always wondered what her thoughts on the matter were. You had yet to be completely alone with their mother, but surely nothing too drastic would befall you without the safety of Bela, Cassandra, or Daniela’s presence.

All you could think about on the way to Lady Dimitrescu’s office was how intimidating she was, and how much of a coward you were acting in front of your girlfriends at the mere prospect of talking with their mother. You put on your brave face when you blinked and you were suddenly outside of the door.

“Let’s get this over with, and this doesn’t cut into my time, Bela!” said Cassandra, her voice suddenly taking on an edge.

“Whatever,” Bela rolled her eyes, moving to open the door.

“Wait,” you stopped them, grabbing each by the arm. “I think she wanted to talk alone.”

What are you doing? Of course you want them there!

Bela pursed her lips, but didn’t argue with you, instead leaning towards you to plant a kiss on your cheek. Cassandra was stoic, but the way she crossed her arms over her chest had you believing that she didn’t want to agree with you. They both took a step back to give you an open entrance.

“I’ll be right here, and we’ll go right after.” promised Cassandra, already leaning against the wall to make herself comfortable.

“It’s gonna be a good day, remember?” Bela reminded, giggling as she walked away down the hall.

You sighed, before straightening your shoulders, pumping yourself up. The door was heavy so you had to put some effort into swinging it open to grant yourself access. The loud creak had you cringing but you still pressed on into the room, your eyes falling onto the Lady.

She was seated at the rather large desk, her neck turned down to examine the paperwork before her... a lady never hunches of course. Her hat concealed her eyes from yours, but when she heard the door open, her neck snapped up, zeroing in on you.

You gulped as you were rooted to the spot beneath the heat of her gaze. Her nostrils flared enough for you to catch it, and the smirk that formed on her mouth crept slowly as she leaned back in her chair, her eyes raking over your body.

“Hello, my dear,” her voice was smooth and easy to listen to, and you wondered why you were so afraid.

“Hello, my Lady,” you greeted politely, hands held behind your back, almost as if you were striving to put on the manners.

“Please, call me Alcina,” the Lady insisted, reaching into one of the drawers of her desk.

She withdrew her tobacco smoking pipe and reached for the book of matches on the desktop. She set the tobacco ablaze, the flames dancing in her golden eyes as she stared into your soul it felt. Her cheeks sunk in a bit as she took a drag, blowing it out in your direction, thickening the room.

“Alcina,” you tried, feeling the way it rolled off your tongue. “You wished to speak with me?”

“Straight to the point, I admire that,” Alcina remarked, signaling with her hand for you to take a seat in one of the chairs before the desk.

“I could hardly keep your daughters waiting.” You joked, attempting to take a crack at humor, and deflated when her smile disappeared.

“You’ve found your way into each of my daughters’ hearts, I see.” she commented thoughtfully.

“I don’t know how I did it but... I’d like to think they care for me as much as I care for them, yes.” You supplied, fidgeting in place.

“You are something special, are you not?” Alcina whispered, eyes trailing over your form yet again, and it left you unsure.

“I hardly believe so,” you dismissed, shaking your head, and why were you arguing with this woman who could kill you with no thought whatsoever?

“I see it,” said Alcina, leaning forward, and what you could see was the way her breasts seemed to push forward almost invitingly, and you had to curse yourself for looking at the mother of your girlfriends in such a lewd manner.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand.” You said, dazed and confused by the way the conversation was going.

“I can smell something different about you, and it has left me intrigued.” Alcina asserted, the smoke swirling and almost obscuring her face from your vision, but those eyes always bore into you.

“What does that mean?” You whispered, almost afraid that too many questions would send her over the edge.

Lady Dimitrescu snuffed out the tobacco so she could tuck away the pipe once more. She then rested her elbows on the desk, her fingers hooking together before she rested her chin atop them. Her eyes glanced from you to the door behind you as she spoke her next words, almost as if she were speaking to Cassandra who was waiting for you in the hall.

“I regret to inform you that some changes are taking place, my dear, and it starts with the relationship you have with my daughters.”

Your face fell and there was no hiding it. You wished you had brought Bela and Cassandra along, and then you thought of Daniela, and how you awoke with her wrapped around your body.

“W-what about it?” You stammered, your chest tightening, and Alcina sighed ruefully, almost as if to show her regret.

“I’m going to have to take you away from them.” she explained, raising a hand to silence you when your mouth dropped open. “This is not a form of punishment and you are not to be harmed... but I must take you for myself.”

You couldn’t move. Here was this woman who left you feeling nervous and intimidated and so very small telling you that she was stealing you away from her own daughters for her own interests.

“What?” You weren’t sure if it was loud enough to even make a sound in your throat, but the clicking of her tongue confirmed it.

“Pay attention from now on, darling, I do not appreciate having to repeat myself.” Alcina warned, though it wasn’t as harsh as it could be.

“But-” were you really still arguing with her?

“Enough,” clipped Alcina, her frustration starting to rear its head. “I am already aware that I will have to fight with all three of my daughters, do not push me anymore.”

You couldn’t wrap your head around what was happening and you felt like you couldn’t keep up, and this wasn’t the place to get left behind in. You weren’t even sure if you were fully aware of what becoming Alcina’s lover entailed. You were happy where you were.

“Please,” you couldn’t help but to choke out, tears blurring your vision.

“I will be the one to inform my daughters of the new arrangements, you need not worry yourself with that.” assured Alcina, pushing up from the chair, and rounding the desk.

She paused at your side, and you looked up, your neck craning at her height. She chuckled before leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead, taking the time to sniff the scent of your shampoo. Your tears spilled over.

“You remain here, my dear, I will come back to collect you myself, and we will have a discussion of what is to come later.” she said easily, as if she wasn’t switching up your entire life without even a thought.

Your mouth opened and closed, leaving you resembling a goldfish as she opened the door and ducked beneath the doorway. You felt frozen, unable to react to the sudden shouting outside of the door. You couldn’t even hear Cassandra going into her full blown tantrum, throwing things and all.

You stared down at your hands, your forehead still tingling from the cool lips that were just pressed there. What the hell was it that had an entire family of vampires juggling you around? Even the matriarch needed her taste.

You wanted the warmth of Bela, the alluring aura of Cassandra, the intensity of Daniela... Surely they would come for you... right? Surely they could go against their mother...

Right?

[bumbleklee]

Can I pls get a Zhongli x reader (maybe an adepti), where the reader wants to break up with him bc the reader thinks that Zhongli still loves Guizhong but in reality, they were never lovers just bffs.

hellllooooo (´ ∀ ` *) wasn't sure if u wanted a one-shot or hcs so i went with a one-shot!! the only change i made was zhongli’s relationship with guizhong where they weren’t explicitly dating/together but they weren’t just friends (more like a one-sided love on zhongli’s part) same idea tho, hope u enjoy <3

before reading: 1.2k words, under cut for length, there’s kinda an argument but not really

The night before your wedding, you were tossing and turning in bed. You should be happy, excited, that tomorrow you would be marrying Zhongli finally. But instead of sweet dreams, your brain was overwhelmed with images of Zhongli and Guizhong.

You had been around for thousands of years, residing next to Ganyu and Xiao. Zhongli had taken you under his wing when you were lost, forming a contract to protect each other, and never let you go. It was no surprise when you developed feelings for Zhongli, only that you finally acted on these emotions a century ago. Guizhong was long gone but you still weren’t sure if Zhongli had healed from her passing.

Nonetheless, you confessed and were surprised that Zhongli reciprocated those feelings. You loved Zhongli but you couldn’t help but wonder if you were just a replacement for the hole in his heart.

Which leads you to the night before your big day. Sure, Zhongli had asked you to marry him two years ago but what if it was just for monetary gain? Your family was affluent and after Zhongli gave away his gnosis, it was you who was providing (you didn’t mind, though).

You finally groaned, getting out of bed and traveling across the Wangshu Inn where Zhongli was staying in his own room. You knew it was considered bad luck to see each other before the wedding but perhaps if you could just kiss him goodnight, your worries would go away.

You snuck into the hotel room and were surprised to see Zhongli awake. He was sitting on the bed in front of the large mirror of the wall and his hands were wrapped in his long hair, trying to braid the locks.

“You still haven’t learned,” You tease softly.

Zhongli looks over his shoulder, giving you a tired smile. “Isn’t this breaking the rules?”

You only shrugged, “I won’t tell if you don’t.”

You walked over to the bed and sat down beside him. Your hands replaced his and you began to easily twist and braid his hair down his back. The room was quiet but your mind was loud. The persistent voice in your head kept barking at you, telling you the wedding was a sham and you were better off calling it off now.

Zhongli must have noticed your demeanor because he takes your hand gently, “Is something bothering you? Are you nervous?”

“No, I’m okay,” You start but quickly add, “I mean, you’re sure about this, right?”

Zhongli raises an eyebrow, “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t, love.”

You nod, “Yeah, right, sorry.” You wonder how Zhongli can be so sure about this marriage when it clearly wasn’t to the love of his life. You wondered how long your marriage would last before he tossed you aside to find a way to be with Guizhong.

You look out the window and despite the darkness, you can see the makeshift decor in the distance. Ganyu and Keqing spent weeks planning how the wedding was going to look, traditional red lanterns and flower arches adorned the designated area below.

Zhongli is absentmindedly playing with your fingers, twisting and turning your beautiful engagement ring. The next time you speak, you didn’t plan to say the words you do, “Do you love me?”

His body tenses and his eyes flicker with concern. Almost forcefully, Zhongli turns your chin so he’s staring at your eyes, “Of course I do. Are you feeling okay?”

You shake away from his grasp and Zhongli knows what the conversation is turning to. He stands from the bed only to bend down in front of you, pressing his forehead against yours. In this position, you aren’t able to roll away and are forced to confront your fiance head-on.

“Not tonight,” Zhongli pleads.

“When?” You ask, your voice panicking ever so slightly. “Should I bring it up the altar? Or maybe when you’ve left me, would that be more convenient?”

“Please.”

You had this argument too often for Zhongli’s liking and he wasn’t expecting you to start it on the night before your wedding. He loved you, he truly did, and he just didn’t understand that no matter how often he told you that he only had eyes for you, you still had doubts. Besides, Guizhong was dead and you were very much alive.

You’re quiet and it’s scaring Zhongli. Your heart is pounding out of your chest and you look at Zhongli through teary, half-lidded eyes. “We shouldn’t get married-”

His hands fall but he quickly picks them back up, catching your face and holding it tightly. Zhongli tries to keep his voice steady, you’re the one in a state of disarray, but he can’t help but feel bile rise up his throat. The thought of you breaking up with him, especially now, made him sick.

“What are you talking about?” He says.

“We aren’t meant to be together, Zhongli, don’t you see? It’s supposed to be you and Guizhong. So just...go and find a way to be with her.”

“Y/N, we’ve talked about this before,” He says again, wishing you would just stop and listen for once. “I’ve moved on from her, we were nothing more than-”

“Friends?” Your voice breaks. Your body feels like it’s on fire.

You would have to be blind to miss the pain that crosses Zhongli’s face. He sighs and picks his words carefully, “I’m not going lie to you and say we were just friends. Perhaps there were tender emotions but...that’s long done.”

Zhongli finally sits beside you again and without a word, you tangle your hands in his hair again, finishing the braid quickly. The tension in the hotel room is thick and you can’t breathe. Your hands trail down Zhongli’s bank, tracing his muscle through the silky nightshirt.

“What happens when we both pass on and see Guizhong again? Will you choose her then?”

Zhongli is quick and he whips around, his arms grabbing onto your shoulders as he pins you to the bed. The look on his face is unexplainable and you chew on your lip to stop an oncoming sob.

“I love you. I will tell you a million times that I love you and only you.”

“You didn’t answer my question-”

“Be quiet!” Zhongli’s voice rises by accident and you shrink into the mattress. Before he even realizes himself, Zhongli is pressing his lips against yours. His hands caress your face, wiping away spilling tears. It takes you a moment to kiss back but once you feel hot droplets on your cheeks that aren’t your own, you do. Your hands find themselves on the back of Zhongli’s neck, pressing him even closer to you. Your bodies are flushed against one another but not in a sensual way. Finally, the kiss breaks and you stare into Zhongli’s teary eyes. “Do you believe me now?”

You can only nod your head, your mind feeling a lot clearer. Zhongli falls to the side of you and pulls you into his chest. Despite needing sleep for tomorrow, Zhongli stays up with you for hours whispering sweet-nothings and reassuring words into your ear until you’re content with his answers. You know this argument will happen again one day but for now, you knew Zhongli loved you and you loved Zhongli.

[yjwhatif]

With the semi/cryptic confirmation of Ed and Barts relationship in the series I have a question:

Do you think everyone knows about them (in world) or do you think they’re keeping it secret from some?

It’s just a thought that’s been in my head recently. It is most likely fuelled by the whole drama of G&B not being able to depict a “specific character” (it’s definitely Bart) as gay. They’ve had to hide the relationship from their audience - because of ridiculous reasons - but there are still moments that bring up the question - Are they? Before the reveals from AskGreg, I kinda thought- well they are clearly not together yet, but perhaps they both have feelings for one another and are just waiting for the other to make the next move because they’re nervous idiots who don’t want to have read the situation wrong — all while their friends are like - seriously guys? just get together already. Kinda like they did in s1 with Wally and Artemis - and I guess early Supermartian as well - which I would have been okay with... though with the likelihood of there being at least another two year time skip you’d probably have missed the getting together moment - which would kinda suck. Anyway. With the information about the chances being they were supposed to clearly be in a relationship throughout S3 — which makes the whole structuring of ILLUSIONS just make sense — it’s got me viewing their moments with a whole new energy. Also, I saw this post by Greg —

And let me just clarify, I have no idea if this is actually referencing the Ed and Bart stuff, it might not be (probably isn't). This is purely me speculating.

My reading of this is they got told they couldn’t depict Bart as gay pretty late on and that specifically affected ILLUSIONS where they likely intended to confirm the relationship with that first shot - the kiss on the cheek moment. Even now that moment is just odd - because it’s there but it’s not - because technically there is no actual kiss… which I think is absolutely the point. It plants the seed without actually breaking any rules - all by keeping the momentum but removing the specific kiss frame. It’s the only moment that I feel is explicit in saying they are in a relationship - everything else you can just read into and imply there’s something - but they technically don’t confirm anything.

The whole thing is actually quite interesting - despite the reasoning for it being totally ridiculous. By keeping/showing what they did... People notice it. People talk about it. People reflect on it. More people talk about it. People writing. Make. Create. Discuss it. An entire audience is formed who want and support it. It’s a whole thing now because people noticed it and generated a positive response to it - and that was before all the AskGreg information. The whole reason YJ got a season 3 is because the fans fought to get it back. Enough people talked about it - and kept talking about it - to convince TPTB that the show should come back. Greg and Brandon know this. They know the power the fans have and maybe they hoped that power would help them again in freeing Bart from these ridiculous restrictions. #letbartoutofthecloset

Obviously, we can't know until S4 is released whether G&B got the permission to confirm Bart's sexuality the way they envisioned - but maybe the responses that came during the release of 3b were enough to convince TPTB that they were fighting a losing battle. But who knows, people in power can be very stubborn at times, so we will just have to see what we get. Fingers crossed they eased up though - and not just because of the Ed/Bart relationship (which I am obviously a fan of -- it's fine if not everyone is) - but because these restrictions on LGBTQ+ content shouldn't be a thing and need to stop -- there is just no validity in them.

Anyhow. despite their not being allowed to officially confirm the relationship, Greg's comment about Ed's having a boyfriend they can't name basically confirms the fact without technically breaking any rules again. Masterfully done Wiesman. With this, it implies the pair are in fact dating during S3 which brings us back to the original question... but who knows??

With the comments of Virgil during ILLUSIONS, it's easy to assume their friends do in fact know. They also seem to have no problem being close and interacting with one another whilst in the presence of others -- that is, except for one moment...

Ever since the first time I saw this episode (ELDER WISDOM) I have always found this moment strange - because Ed seems to get kinda awkward when Barry comes to check on Bart. (Or that's how I see it at least.) He realises Flash is standing there and immediately pulls his head down averting his gaze -- almost like he doesn't want to be seen by the elder. But why? Does Barry not know about the pair -- or maybe he doesn't know about Bart and Ed thinks their current closeness is too revealing -- who's to say Bart's even fully out to the world yet -- who's to say either of them are? We certainly don't since we weren't allowed to be shown. We can't know until we know - so until then we can play the speculation game while we wait.

Bart is certainly a bit of a secret keeper when it comes to being himself. I'm still convinced the Bart we see onscreen is merely his interpretation of what he thinks people expect from a speedster in this time. We saw 'real' Bart, he was snarky and cynical and nothing like the Bart we've had for the past two seasons. He said it himself - he's playing a character - and I don't think he knows how to break out of it - not while the possibility exists that it might hurt those he's grown to care about. Bart wants to be seen a certain way to avoid acknowledging the truth of the past - if people see him as happy and smiley, then no one will question him on things he doesn't want to talk about. The problem with that is you can't hide yourself forever - cracks begin to form and eventually, the truth comes out whether you want it to or not. So who knows how comfortable Bart is revealing any of his true self to those he cares about. Maybe his relationship with Ed will be the thing that finally helps him find comfort in being himself, whilst also trusting others to still accept him as himself... and maybe getting him that bit of therapy he really needs.

This brings us to Eduardo… First, can I just say it made me so happy to see Greg’s confirmation of Ed being gay - though it is slightly annoying that he was robbed of his explicit onscreen reveal in S3 thanks to the drama with Bart. His whole relationship to his powers in S2 to S3 fits the representation of coming to terms with your sexuality/identity from a very negative point of view. Feeling like it’s something that needs fixing or needs to be “cured” - to then finding the light and freedom in accepting yourself for you. His growth between seasons is brilliant. He understands the hate and insecurity the teens are feeling because he felt it himself. He does all he can to help them because he never felt he got that help when he needed it - and no one deserves to feel worse for being who they are. Obviously, the things he talks about are framed in the context of dealing with/accepting the meta-gene - yet there are certain moments where it seems he’s saying more than that…

All of which got me wondering - why did Ed originally runaway? It certainly wasn’t because of the meta-abilities he did not yet have. All he’s ever said on the subject was he thought he wanted to be with his father - the man it seems he barely had a relationship with. No, I think Ed has been running from himself for a long time and his dad just happened to be an actual direction for him to aim for. The way he speaks about his wanting to be “cured” and “praying to get rid of his powers” suggests an upbringing around religion and traditional ideas of there being a ‘normal/proper’ way to be — while anything that doesn’t fit that way is treated as other or something that needs to be changed or 'fixed'. Maybe he ran to avoid being found out and run the risk of being ostracised by those he loved. Or maybe he was found out and leaving wasn’t entirely his choice*. If this was the case, I can certainly imagine him not wanting to come out to his dad for fear of his reaction and completely losing all chance of that father-son relationship they’re both trying so hard to keep. It can seem easier to live in secret than risk the reality of loss. So while the meta-gene likely wasn’t the main thing he was angry about in S2, it was able to become a physical thing he could blame and focus his anger on - without having to think about where his issues truly lied… Though with a bit of time it also became the thing he was comfortable conveying his feelings through...

“I’ve learned to accept, even love my meta-abilities”

I love this line so much and it’s all because of the delivery by Freddy Rodrigues. There is the slightest hint of a pause before he says “meta-abilities”, which gives the impression he was about to say something else before then remembering himself and who he was talking to. Then there’s the small inflecion he put on “love”, which makes it sound like it’s the first time he’s heard himself say the words out loud. I don’t hear him talking about the gene - I hear him talking about finally accepting himself - all of himself - for the first time in maybe ever and finally feeling happy because of it. I hear growth... From being the angry 14-year-old skater who just wanted to run away and escape any way he could. To the 16-year-old councillor/Outsider jumping straight into the danger to protect and inspire those who need it. Both he and Bart are such strong characters with so much more to be seen - especially when it comes to the insecurities which lie behind their masks. They both compliment each other pretty perfectly - both powers-wise and personality-wise - meaning while they try to hide themself from others, I don't think it'll take long for them to realise they can't hide from each other.

Anywho, that’s all the speculatary nonsense I’ve got for today. This turned into such a patchwork of vaguely linkable thoughts I’ve had which barely relate to the one I started with - but that is usually how it goes. Take it as you will…

Also, completely unrelated to YJ, but Bi Tim Drake now exists in dc canon which is really cool - seeing all of the joy it’s sparked has really given me something to smile about this week… There is hope after all. 🌈

— LB ⚡️☀️

* OK so here’s a little random snapshot into the chaos of my mind— as I was writing the Ed stuff I had a scene pop into my head of Ed finally -for whatever reason- having to tell his dad that he didn’t leave his abuelo’s home - he got kicked out. His dads confused about this and asks Why? What did you do? And Ed’s like Nothing… I didn’t do anything wrong… he just… found out something. So Seniors like Found out what Eduardo? And Ed’s getting really nervous now because he doesn’t want to say it - That I, um… I’m… Senior step a fraction closer as he picks up on Ed’s anxiety but remains an appropriate distance - Son? Then after a tensening silence he finally says it - sounding the most vulnerable he has ever been - I’m gay… The silence is there again, heavy and unnerving, neither saying a word. Ed can’t move as he’s lock in his elders unreadable glare. Expecting the worse his head drops to take in the floor - anything that isn’t the disappointment ahead - he feels the urge to disappear burning up inside him - consuming him. Then just as he’s about to escape he’s suddenly grounded by a steadying hand rooting itself on his shoulder. Tentatively he lifts his gaze to witness his father, there, with nothing but love and support in his eyes - Mijo. The clamping in his chest dissipates as all the tension escapes at once, along with the breath he hadn’t realised he was holding. Ed embraces his dad and the elder embraces his son. Together. A family.

Anyway. That’s probably a load of rubbish but hey my minds full of it… but basically I really want to see a tender moment between Ed and his dad. For whatever reason. Something where Ed’s in a vulnerable state and in need of some emotional support from his father - and without hesitation his father steps up - because that’s what we haven’t seen from them yet. It would perfectly portray the strength of their relationship as father and son - despite their previous struggles - and prove that Senior is willing to support his son no matter the situation as the father - not just the scientist. Its the final step in their healing journey and I wanna see it so bad!!

[narutogwriting]

A Misunderstanding

⋇✦ Pairing: Kiba Inuzuka x Reader

⋇✦ Genre: fluff; one shot

⋇✦ Synopsis: You and Kiba were getting close until Naruto got in the way. If you ask Kiba, Naruto ruins everything.

⋇✦ CW: none

⋇✦ Length: 3.6k+

⋇✦ Inspiration: request by @writing-x-reader

If there was one person in Konoha who could push Kiba’s buttons just right, it was Naruto. Everything about that twerp pissed Kiba off. He was loud (so was Kiba), obnoxious (so was Kiba), arrogant (again, Kiba), and everytime he opened his big mouth, Kiba wanted to pop him. Naruto had always got on Kiba’s nerves, and after their fight in the preliminaries of the chunin exam, even more so. He couldn’t believe he lost to a wimp like that!

In reality, though the two would never admit it, they were just a little bit too alike in all of the worst ways. And apparently, that drifted over to their taste in women.

“Naruto, stop!” You giggled, thrashing in his arms. Naruto had come up to you from behind, wrapping his arms around you and picking you up.

“You gotta go in sometime! I’m just helping.” Naruto teased as he attempted to drop you into the water you’d been avoiding submerging yourself in. To keep from falling in, you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, your legs doing the same around his waist. The two of you were cracking up with laughter. Naruto was spinning around, trying to loosen his grip.

What actually ended up happening was the big idiot tripped, losing his balance and sending you both splashing into the waves. You came up spluttering, spitting out water and splashing him, all the while a big smile was on your face.

“Naruto, stop,” Kiba mocked to himself in a high pitched voice with a roll of his eyes. He crossed his arms, leaning back on his towel, unable to tear his eyes away from the sickeningly cute scene. “Give me a break.”

Akamaru gave a small bark that came out more like a high pitched whine. It was a sound that basically said: you’re a jealous baby. Kiba shot his canine companion a glare. “Yeah, what do you know? It’s not like you’ve ever had a girlfriend.” He pointed out.

“Are you seriously arguing with Akamaru about a girl?” Ino huffed as she laid her towel out next to Kiba’s. She lounged onto her stomach, resting her head on her folded arms. “Put some sunblock on my back, will you? I don’t want to burn.” Kiba rolled his eyes, but complied with his friends requested. He squirted the sunblock into his hands, rubbing it between them before massaging it into Ino’s shoulders.

She hummed happily.

“What are you over here pouting about, anyways?” Ino asked Kiba. “We’re at the beach! It’s the first time we’ve all had off in like, forever! You should be enjoying yourself. Not crying over some girl.”

Huffing, Kiba finished lathering Ino’s back before he flopped out onto his own towel. “I’m not crying over some girl!” He argued. “Naruto’s just annoying! He’s so loud; why does he want the whole beach to hear what he’s doing!?” His point was made as a high pitch scream came from the ocean. Naruto practically flew out of the water before he realized it was only seaweed that his foot had touched. He scratched the back of his head sheepishly as you tossed the offending object away.

Ino laughed, rolling to her side and propping her head up in her hand. “Give it a rest already, would ya?” She teased him. “Yeah, Naruto’s annoying, but you’re not gonna fool anyone pretending that that’s the reason you’re in such a bad mood.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Kiba muttered.

“Oh come on. You’ve been in love with her for like, ever. It’s getting embarrassing at this point.” Ino glanced over to where you and Naruto were still playing in the waves. “What’s so great about her anyways?”

Wasn’t that the question?

Kiba had had a crush on you since your academy days. You were cute, strong, and always so active. Kiba really liked that. You guys had spent a lot of time together before graduating the academy and being placed on separate teams tore you apart.

The two of you had always gotten along really well. Once you were both chunin, you got sent on plenty of missions together. It was just more alone time to get to know you better and for his little crush to turn into something more.

He’d been planning on asking you out sooner; he really was! But despite how confident, borderline cocky, Kiba pretended to be, he was actually really nervous about the whole thing.

What if you rejected him!? Not only that, but what if you rejected him and then got weird around him? Didn’t want to talk to him anymore?

So he’d decided to put it off, focus on getting to know you more and try and gage and see if maybe you felt the same way about him. There were plenty of times where he did think you returned his feelings. When you laughed a little too long at his joke or played with your hair as you talked or touched his arm while you walked by… But he knew you were just a nice, friendly person who was easy to get along with.

What if he had just misread your signals?

Kiba figured he had plenty of time; he wasn’t too stressed about it. But he should have been.

Because just like that, Naruto was home, and everything had changed. It took him off guard. He didn’t recall you and Naruto being particularly close when you were younger, but once he got home you two became almost inseparable. You were always together, always hanging out and talking with your inside jokes. And just like that, you slowly drifted from Kiba’s life. His spot was quickly filled by Naruto, and he couldn’t see a place where he fit in your life anymore.

Now, for example. How was he supposed to go out and talk to you when you were so wrapped up in Naruto? It would just be weird, like he was intruding on something.

“Worry about yourself…” Kiba finally muttered to Ino, putting his head down. This beach trip sucked.

Ino rolled her eyes, pushing herself to her feet. “Cmon,” She told Kiba, kicking his side lightly. “Get up. I’m not gonna let you just mope over here all day.

It took some poking and pushing, but finally Kiba caved, getting up to go along with whatever it was that Ino wanted him to do. And honestly? That was the best decision. She kept him busy with the rest of their friends, playing volleyball and football and swimming in the ocean. Once Kiba got swimming, it wasn’t so bad anymore. He was still bummed about you and Naruto, the only two of the group not joining in on the fun. The two of you were content to hang out on your own.

But Kiba was able to let himself get distracted and have a good time. By the time the sun was starting to go down, he was exhausted and starving, ready for the bonfire you all planned.

“Let’s go get some firewood,” Ino nudged Kiba who nodded in response. There was a beach front store not too far off that sold some. “See, now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Ino asked as they walked. “You just need some fun and sun to make it all better.” She winked at him.

Kiba laughed, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I give. You were right.” He admitted with reluctance. “It’s just weird, though. Are those two just so in love that they can’t even come and hang out with their friends? Like, cmon…”

Ino sighed. She guessed Kiba wasn’t completely over it, but she couldn’t help but agree. “It was really weird. Like, we were all supposed to be spending time together and hanging out, but they just stayed off in their own little world… They could’ve done that anywhere.” She shrugged.

Kiba felt validated by Ino’s agreement which made him feel a little bit better about the whole thing. “Yeah, whatever. I don’t even care anymore.” He lied as they bought firewood before heading back to the group. Ino cocked her head at him. She didn’t believe him for a second, but would let him pretend for now.

Once they returned to everyone else, the group made quick work of getting a bonfire started. The hotdogs were pulled out with the old wire coat hangers to roast them with. It was the best part of the beach trip, when everyone would wind down after a crazy, exciting day and just get to relax with one another.

There was always the inevitable pairings that happened too. There was something about the beach air that made people want to cozy up in front of the fire and share some intimate moments.

Kiba was one of them.

But looking around, you still weren’t by the campfire, a fact that caused Kiba to frown because--surprise surprise--neither was Naruto.

His mind was running wild with thoughts of what the two of you could possibly be doing.

After a short while, the two of you did appear, walking up the sand from the water. Kiba’s eyes were locked on the place where Naruto’s arm was wrapped around your waist. He narrowed his eyes. Well, in his mind, that settled it. You and Naruto were obviously together, no question. The realization hit Kiba like a blow to the stomach.

This sucked.

To make matters worse, you were heading right for him.

Naruto helped you as you lowered yourself down besides Kiba at the campfire. “I’m gonna grab us some sticks and hot dogs,” he said, leaving you and Kiba alone.

“Hey,” you smiled at Kiba. “I’ve barely seen you all day. Are you having a good time?”

Kiba glanced at you, inwardly groaning. God, why did you have to be so pretty? So sweet? His heart was fluttering just looking at you and then instantly felt like he was being snapped in two thinking about you being with Naruto.

“Yeah, just dandy.” Kiba muttered, looking back to the food on his plate and surprising you with his shortness. He never shut down conversations with you like that.

“Uh, well, what have you been doing?” You tried. Kiba only shrugged in response.

“Hanging out.” And awkward silence followed.

Ino watched the painful scene as she stood next to Sakura. “This is pathetic,” she sighed, smacking her forehead. “He’s like a hurt puppy! He needs reinforcements…” She took her own plate, walking over and plopping herself down at Kiba’s side. “Nice of you to join us,” Ino teased you, leaning over Kiba’s shoulder.

Your eyes lingered over the closeness between the two before looking away. “Yeah.” Is all you said.

Naruto came back with two hot dogs on a stick, handing one to you, oblivious to the awkward tension lingering in the air. “Here you go,” He grinned, sitting beside you. Kiba didn’t miss the way you perked up at Naruto’s presence. He rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to Ino.

The night lingered on and did his best to ignore your and Naruto’s presence you despite sitting right next to him.

Ino, in defense of Kiba, played up her platonic affection with him. She did say she’d be his reinforcements, after all. She laughed just a little louder at the jokes he told and touched his arm just slightly more than normal. While making smores, she even took the mushy marshmallow from her stick and fed it to Kiba, licking her fingers off after.

For your part, you moved in closer to Naruto, uncomfortable and burning green with envy. Couldn’t those two get a room? Did they absolutely need to do this here, in front of everyone?

And of course, what’s a bonfire without games?

“Tenten, truth or dare?”

“Truth.” “If you had to kiss one person in this group, who would it be?”

Cue the blushing and whooping as Lee nudged Neji playfully.

“I dare myself to eat all the crackers!” “Choji, that’s not how you play!”

“Ino, truth or dare?”

“Dare, obviously.”

“I dare you to go skinny dipping in the ocean!”

Ino pushed to her feet, tossing her hair over her shoulders. “No problem!” Everyone cheered, jumping up after her to walk down to the water.

Kiba watched Naruto pull you to your feet, again placing his arm around your waist. He scoffed in annoyance, stomping down to the sand and leaving you behind.

Once everyone was down there, all eyes on Ino expectantly. She stared back, eating up the attention. Her eyes scanned the group before landing on Kiba. “I need a partner, though.” She said, grabbing Kiba’s hand and pulling him with her.

Kiba grinned, shooting a glance your way. If you were with Naruto, you probably didn’t care what he did, but he wanted to make sure you were watching either way.

“Let’s do it.”

Again, everyone cheered as Kiba and Ino began to strip, tossing their clothes to the floor and taking off into the ocean. “Fuck it’s cold!” Kiba yelled as he splashed into the waves, laughing. They probably stayed inside the water for less than a minute, but when they came back out, you and Naruto were gone.

Of course.

Kiba wasn’t having too much fun after that. Everyone headed back to the bonfire. Kiba took a seat far away from you, but couldn’t help but notice the way Naruto was shooting him glares. It went that way for about another hour when night had fallen completely.

Kiba did his best to ignore Naruto, but he couldn’t do it anymore. He wanted to pound that idiot into the floor.

Finally, Kiba pushed to his feet, ignoring the looks he got from everyone else as he stomped over to where you sat with your head leaning on Naruto’s shoulder. “You got a problem?” He spat at the blonde.

Naruto glowered up at Kiba, not moving from his spot with you next to him. “Beat it, Kiba.” He snapped back. “You’re not wanted over here.” Kiba looked at you, but you had your eyes locked on the bonfire, refusing to glance in his direction. He gritted his teeth, looking back to Naruto.

“You wanna run that by me again, douchewad? Or too busy being obsessed with your little girlfriend?” Kiba didn’t mean to drag you into anything or to be a jerk to you specifically, but he was so mad. So mad from watching you cuddle up to Naruto, be all lovey dovey with him and just forget about your friendship completely! How could you do that to him?

Naruto was on his feet in a second, shoving Kiba. “You better leave her out of it,” he warned.

“Or what?”

You’d had about enough of this. You struggled to your feet, wincing slightly. “Can you knock it off!?” You snapped at Kiba, startling him with the harshness of your tone. “You’ve been a jerk all day! You don’t need to come over here and start shit!”

Kiba crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes as he looked at you. He was hurt by your words, but of course he didn’t want to show it. “You’re one to talk!”

With a frustrated yell, you surprised him by taking his hand and pulling him after you. “H-hey,” He stuttered, but you ignored him, continuing to pull him until the two of you got down to the water. “Hey, you’re limping.” He noticed suddenly.

You stopped, dropping his hand and turning to face him. “Yeah, I’m limping. I stepped on a sea urchin earlier. Naruto practically had to carry me back up to the bonfire it hurt so much.

Kiba stared at you, blinking as the realization slowly crept in. “Oh… Was that why Naruto had his arm around you earlier?” He asked, almost sheepishly.

Cocking an eyebrow, you tilted your head. “Huh? Yeah, why?” You asked, confused by his observation.

He blushed, glancing away from you over to the ocean, grateful for the dark to hide his red face. “No reason…”

With a sigh, you crossed your arms. “Kiba, what is going on with you? You’ve barely even looked my direction all day. When you do talk to me, you act like a jerk. What gives? Did I do something that upset you?”

Kiba sighed, running his hands through his hair, trying to decide what to do. Was this really a conversation he was ready to have? Probably not. But it looked like he didn’t have a choice. It was now or never.

“Look, I know I haven’t talked to you much today, but you’ve been so wrapped up with Naruto. Pretty much every day you’re wrapped up with him! We were getting so close and then the second Naruto came home, you dropped me! Whatever, I get you have a boyfriend and all, but that doesn’t mean you have to just forget about me, does it?”

He sighed, shoving his hands in the pockets of his swim trunks. There, it was out. He was beyond embarrassed by the conversation, but he said it. Now you knew.

You blinked, a little confused as you processed Kiba’s words. “Boyfriend?” You asked him. “Kiba, Naruto’s not my boyfriend.”

Looking back at you, he frowned. “Then why have you been by his side all day instead of hanging out with me?”

“You were with Ino all day!” You pointed out. “I didn’t want to go over there and ruin your good time.”

“I was only with Ino cause you were with Naruto!” Kiba countered. “All day! And you two were disappearing together, and then when he had his arm around you, well, I thought it was ‘cause you two were together! And then you were all cuddled up on him, and he was glaring at me… What was I supposed to think?!”

It was quickly becoming clear to you what had happened. You couldn’t help but snicker just a little bit, making Kiba frown even more. “What’s so damn funny!?”

Now it was your turn to blush. Cheeks red, you looked to the sand, fidgeting nervously with your hands. There was something you’d wanted to tell Kiba for a long time, but you weren’t sure if you were ready. Things had been so weird lately; the timing never seemed right. But after the mess that was today, the two of you were together, in the sand, staring at the ocean waves; it seemed like the perfect moment was now.

“Kiba, Naruto spent all day trying to make me feel better… You were so flirty with Ino, rubbing in her sunscreen; I didn’t want to see that. So when you all went off together, we stayed on our own so I wouldn’t have to see her all over you. Then she was feeding you marshmallows. You even went skinny dipping with her! Naruto’s just been a good friend today. That’s it.”

Realization was slowly dawning over Kiba. He crossed his arms, cocking an eyebrow as he stared down at you. “Really?” He muttered, a smirk slowly starting to pull it’s way over his lips. “And why do you care whether or not Ino flirts with me, huh?”

Your face went red. “Why do you care if Naruto’s my boyfriend!?” You shot back at him.

The two of you locked eyes, staring each other down and willing the other person to be the first to break. But Kiba had already been on the edge all day long, and he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Maybe I wanted to be your boyfriend…” He grumbled reluctantly, averting his eyes from yours.

He didn’t see it, but a grin broke out over your face. Had he really just said that? You were suddenly giddy with excitement, bouncing on your toes as you began to laugh.

“You can just say no, ya know! You don’t gotta laugh!” Kiba snapped, shooting you a glare, but you just shook your head, throwing your arms around him to hug him.

Just like Kiba, you'd been hoping for this moment for so long! Meeting Kiba in the academy had been one of your favorite parts of the whole experience; definitely the most memorable. He'd been one of the people you were most excited to see. There was a point after where you hardly saw him, but once you started going on missions together, everything changed for you.

There's something about those late night conversations when everyone is asleep that brings people closer. You get to know someone in the dark better than you ever do in the day.

But your days together weren't so bad either. It didn't take spending too much time with Kiba before you started to catch feelings. He was so funny and witty; you couldn't deny you were attracted to that couldn't-care-less attitude. He just played it so cool, and he wasn't bad on the eyes either.

You'd wanted to tell him how you felt, but you were terrified that he didn't feel the same. Now those fears were out the window

”I’m not saying no, you idiot!” You teased him, looking up at him. “I do want to be your girlfriend!”

It took a moment for the words to sink in; for Kiba to really get what you were saying. When he did, he began to smile, hugging you back. “Wait, for real?” He asked, his cheeks flushed in pleasure. He couldn’t believe this! He’d wanted to ask you out for so long… Why had he wasted so much time being scared?

Kiba pulled away from the hug just enough so he could tangle his hand in your hair as he leaned down, brushing his lips softly against yours. You weren’t having any of that, grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him into you, kissing him deeper, which Kiba of course returned without hesitation.

Kissing you was everything he ever thought it would be. Your lips were soft, moving perfectly in time with his as you pressed yourself into him. God, he’d wanted this for so long. Kiba didn’t think anything would ever come close to the feeling he got being able to hold you in his arms. He didn’t want it to ever end.

When you finally broke apart, you were both grinning.

Kiba helped you limp back up the beach to the bonfire. This time, he didn’t mind when you sat next to Naruto. He sat on the other side of you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you leaned against him.

“About damn time!” Naruto cried out with an exasperated sigh. “Geez you two are annoying. I thought you’d never get together!”” “I hate to agree with Naruto…” Ino sighed from across the fire. “But he’s right. Though I do take some credit for this .” She smiled at Kiba.

You both rolled your eyes, but smiled nonetheless as Kiba leaned down to kiss you again. This was a long time coming, but you were worth the wait.

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Newcomer: Chapter 2

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x fem!Reader

Words: 2.3k 

Summary: The Outer Banks was a place you’d only heard of until recently. The unfolding changes in your life had led you to this very moment, and it appears you still have much to learn... 

Warnings: swearing, (***) minor time jumps 

A/N - sorry for the delay, had a huge assignment due and work <3 I know this is a slow ass start to the series, but trust I’m trying to build momentum LMAO 

It had been just over a week, and seemingly still trying to settle in. Majority of your belongings, clothes and other sentiments have now been unpacked and neatly placed away in their new space, although you felt the hardest part wasn’t over just yet. Yourself, Caleb and Anya still struggled to find your way around town, mostly succumbing to the help of Topper, who despite initially being ever so welcoming, had grown slightly agitated from the coercion of having to always help. He’d be dragged out of whatever event or plans he had made, just to help out, especially during the grueling days of the unpacking stages of moving. Not to mention the not so discrete argument you’d overheard, just a few days ago, that he had with his mother, complaining about not being able to enjoy his own summer break. 

You couldn’t deny that your presence did somewhat impede on his break, therefore, the guilt was there. You knew you’d have to start taking on some accountability, with or without Topper’s help. 

“Y/N, can we just run to the store real quick, I need to grab a few things and you know how hopeless I am with directions…Please, come with, or else I’ll have to get Topper and we both know how much he loves-”

“Yeah, yeah-”

With a reluctant sigh, you tagged the page you’d just turned over in your book and propped yourself off the bed, adjusting your midi skirt before nodding in agreement. 

One of the most convenient things about the Outer Banks was that nearly everything was within walking distance. It gave you a chance to explore the scenic landscape and water front, and perhaps even chat with a few of the locals you hadn’t yet properly met. 

“So, how are things looking with that JJ guy? He seems pretty cute,” You intrigued, nudging your sister’s shoulder into conversation. 

“Yeah he’s great actually, he's a really funny guy. He, uhm, he wants to meet but-” 

“But what, Anya? That’s exciting! We sure could do with someone else’s company that isn’t Topper.” 

“Yeah, I know but, I, well we, don’t really know him that well. Who’s to say he isn’t some sociopath, Y/N.”

“I highly doubt anyone around here is a psychopath, Anya. Look around, this is a place people come around to relax or retire.”

“Don’t speak too soon, Y/N…”

For some odd reason, you hesitated in a response. Anya was right, you had no familiarity with the people of Outer Banks, although it just seemed like an outrageous place for crime. Ever since arriving, you felt some unexplainable ease here. 

“But I mean yeah sure. I’ll probably meet up with JJ some time… In public though, and you need to promise me that you’ll be on the lookout. Not like you’re busy with any plans at the moment, huh,” Anya remarks, as you appeasingly roll your eyes: God she could be so paranoid. 

“Yeah, yeah. I promise. Think we turn right up ahead-”

Continuing right on the pathway, you could just faintly decipher the movement of people bustling in and out of the stores, and with that a wave of relief settled over you. Seemed like you knew your way around after all, having doubts along each turn of the walk.  

“Make this quick, Anya, the sun’s starting to set, okay.”

“Whatever, Mum!” Anya quips, before rushing off into the convenience store, leaving your lonesome self outside waiting. 

You watched the crowd across the street at the diner, enjoying their dinner, as you observed the locals in action, contemplating who was who, as you heard Evelyn exchange many names with your father over endless dinner conversations. 

One name that stuck by you was “Cameron.” 

Evelyn mentioned it countless of times, although you’d simply assumed they were one of the many well-known families that had established themselves in town. There wasn’t much else you knew, or wanted to know. You hardly met anyone else outside of the house, nor were you in any rush to. 

“Hey!-”

Instantly snapping from your extensive thoughts, the familiar voice dragged you back to reality, as you turned your sight to its direction. 

“It’s Y/N, right? Anya’s sister! It’s me, JJ, the waiter-”

“Yeah, of course, I remember you-”

As formal and proper as your manners from childhood were, just as you’d gone in for a handshake, JJ wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in warmly for a friendly embrace, before letting you go. 

It had caught you off-guard, although not at all in a distasteful way. 

“How are you? How’s Anya?” He asked, folding his arms as he leant against the wooden post of the front deck. 

“Yeah we’re good! I’m sure Anya’s kept you posted, we’ve pretty much moved in now. How about you? I haven't seen you around.” 

“Yeah, I’ve been pretty good! Oh that’s great to hear, that would mean you guys are free to come to the Boneyard tonight!” 

“The what?”

“The Boneyard? Where we have this party with a kegger, Topper didn’t tell you?” 

By the puzzled expression reeked across your face, JJ knew to take that as an immediate no, not questioning it any further. 

“Well if you’d like, I could meet with you guys later and escort you there myself. There’s a few friends of mine I’d like to introduce you guys to.” 

“Yeah, sure. That would be lovely, JJ-” 

And as perfect as the timing could get, Anya returned from her little store run, stunned by JJ’s unexpected presence. 

“Anya- I was just telling Y/N, I’d love to take you guys out tonight to the Boneyard, I was going to text you about it before, but something with my Dad-” 

“That’s fine, but we just don’t know where exactly the Boneyard is.”

“That’s okay, JJ’s got us covered,” You exclaimed, before exchanging a friendly wink to JJ who just managed to catch it.

***

“You texted JJ our address right?” You persisted, growing anxious by the thought that perhaps JJ might’ve forgotten about you two. 

“Yes, for the last time Y/N could you just relax. He should be here any minute now!” 

And just on cue, in the close distance, the roaring sound of an old engine with dull headlights belonging to one of those old, retro “hippie” vans had pulled up through your drive-way. JJ’s head popped out excitedly by the window, waving for you guys to join, and immediately you both walked over. 

It was difficult to convince your father of going out tonight, in fact, he’d been pestering you both to get out and mingle. As soon as you’d both approached him with the idea of heading out to some party, he leaped with relief, and encouraged you both to take up the offer. He was easy going like that, trusted you both knowing how well he’d raised you both. Of course, he covered some basic ground-rules: no drinking, no drugs, no smoking. 

By the time you’d both arrived to the van, you could just make out the silhouettes of some figures inside the van through the grimey windows. JJ was out of the van, as the courteous man that he was, pulling the side door right open. 

“John B-” Pointing to the boy on the driver’s seat, who gave you a friendly wave, made himself known. 

“Kie-” A lovely, young girl, exchanged a gracious smile and nod to both Anya and yourself, before JJ finally introduced “And this is Pope-”, a young, pleasant man sat beside Kie. 

“Guys this is Anya, and her older sister Y/N. They just moved here like a week ago.” 

“Nice to meet you all, thanks for letting us join you guys tonight-” You warmly proclaimed, before gesturing Anya into the van with you following her behind. 

As JJ was carefully closing the door behind you, John B mentioned how JJ spoke of you two, confessing you to be the “mystery newcomers” before kindly welcoming you to the Outer Banks. 

You felt Kie’s over gaze fall between yourself and Anya, and felt somewhat intimidated, although it there was no threatening intent to it, however more of a protective sentiment. 

“So you guys are Kooks, huh?” Kie blatantly questioned, before Pope nudged his elbow into her, as though to signal her to stop whatever interrogation she had planned. 

“Sorry, what?”- Anya questioned in response, frowning as she looked around the van, back to you.

“Kie, stop. They don’t know about any of that stuff. Just drop it, okay!” JJ insisted, as he ran his fingers through his blonde locks, almost in frustration. 

“We really have no idea what this whole Pogue-Kook business is, but perhaps you could enlighten us one day, Kie-” You suggested, as amiable as possible, not wanting to already cross the line with the few locals you’d just met. 

“I sure will, I just can’t believe you guys live with Topper. He’s such an-”

“Ass?-” Anya intervened, finishing off Kie’s sentence precisely the way she intended, making Kie smile in agreement. 

“Yeah, I don’t think he likes us very much,” Anya confessed, and as much as you hated “gossiping”, you couldn’t deny this one. 

“Well Kie, you’re on to talk… What about your Kook year?” John B laughingly mocked, as Kie infuriatingly shoved his shoulder. 

“S-So what exactly is the difference between a Pogue and a Kook?” You intriguingly questioned, shifting your gaze from Kie to Pope. 

“Well, to put it short, Pogues live on the Cut, which I assume Topper would rather die than enter. Whereas yourselves and our Kie here, live on Figure 8,” Pope answered.

“So it’s just a social class thing?” You quipped, being reminded again of how very unprogressive things were around the Outer Banks. 

“Exactly!-” Kie shouted, a hint of relief, as though finally finding someone who’d shared mutual understanding with her cause. 

“I mean there’s more to it-” JJ added.

“But it’s best if you guys don’t get as involved, your only just new here-” He calmly reassured.

“Just keep an eye out for the Kooks, they usually come to these sort of events anyways for the booze they can’t afford-” Kie ridiculed. 

“Yeah, especially Rafe-” Pope uttered, his tone reeking of bitterness to the name. 

“Wait-Who exactly is that? The name just sounds familiar-” You brush off, not wanting to vex Pope any further. 

“Good God, he’s the worst of the worst-” Pope scorned. 

“An asshole-” Kie provoked. 

“He’s the older brother of Sarah Cameron, I’m sure you’ve met her. She’s Topper’s girlfriend,” John B confessed.

“HA! Topper has a girlfriend, since when?!” Anya broke out mockingly laughing: as Kie and JJ chuckled to her comedic outburst. 

“He must be that bad, huh?” You uttered, as the rest began to settle themselves. 

“He’s a terrible person, Y/N. If I was you guys, I’d avoid him at all costs,-” Pope insisted, although by the seriousness of his voice, it seemed more of a warning than anything. 

***

The Boneyard was a secluded location of the island, where the ashy white trunks of dead logs were arranged in a way to accompany large crowds, and rowdy parties far from the complaints of the adults. As you’d all arrived, kegs ready at the hand, the party had already commenced, as people from which John B described had consisted of Pogues, Kook and tourists. Regardless, all strangers to you. 

As you finally eased yourself into that party mood, you found yourself enjoying the company of the Pogues, they were quite the friendly bunch. And it seemed ANya was letting loose as well, no thanks to her new-found companions: it always seemed like an impossible mission for Anya to enjoy herself, although witnessing her from the standpoint of a bystander, you felt comforted. 

“I’m just going to go grab myself a drink-” You assured John B, as he nodded in agreement. 

As you crammed yourself through the crowd, you felt a tight grip pulling on your elbow, making you topple in the direction of whomever it was that grabbed you. 

“Topper, what the fuck?”

“How the hell did you get here, let alone find out about this?” He exclaimed, by the faint smell of the beer oozing with each breath, you could tell he was slowly becoming intoxicated.

“No thanks to you-” You snapped, before jolting your arm out of his strained grip. 

“Seriously, Y/N. Does your Dad even know you’re here?”

Before you could even respond, some sort of internal sixth sense, felt an intense pair of eyes on you. As you shifted your gaze, to a bunch of people standing behind Topper, you’d immediately recognised his face. 

For some odd reason you felt a shiver crawl down your spine, as though in fright of seeing some ghostly figure. His intense, blue eyes just fixated on you and only you, as he took sips of his drink, with one hand snugged away in a front pocket. It seemed he was in conversation with a bunch of other guys, all dressed quite similarly to one another in their polo shirts and summer shorts, and yet he was not at all engaged... Only to you.  

“Earth to Y/N!” Topper loudly interjected, stirring you to snap back, as you fixed your view on him. 

“Y-Yes, yes he does. Now could you just let me be?” 

And before you knew it, you instinctively stormed off, before Topper had the chance to drunkenly question you any longer. As you disappeared into the crowd, heading for the kegger, your mind persisted in contemplation. 

That was Rafe, surely. You vividly remembered the whole, minor incident during your first encounter with him. 

After what the Pogues had confessed about him, and by his looming nature, you’d never felt so unnerved by someone, you’d in fact, never even met.

But why?

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Right Choice

Summary: Harry has a moustache now and you want to get it sticky.

Genre(s): pure smut

Word Count: 3.0k

Warning(s): swearings, sexual intercourse, sticky moustache.

A three-month quarantine resulted in a long ass list of awful consequences, starting from an economic fall to a rise in unemployment. Living this reality was depressing. It was hard to stay positive when people around were losing their jobs and being separated from their loved ones. You and Harry luckily got to quarantine together, as you were both peacefully cuddling in Los Angeles when it was announced that the borders are closing.

Being together in a closed space for so long took a toll on the relationships of many couples. Every day you heard people here and there getting divorces and breaking up because of the fact that they couldn’t stand each other for so long. Thankfully, as Harry was doing PR before the quarantine and overall gets to spend little to no time with you when he’s working, you were more than happy to be stuck together.

Your relationship had already felt like marriage before, but now you were thrown into a complete married life simulator.

You loved it.

You were waking up to your boyfriend showering you with kisses every day, and deep inside you knew that you have to make sure your skin remembers every touch and every kiss of his for the times when he’s away.

Your days were full of baking cookies, playing Scrabble, having sex in every room of the house, and, of course, trying out new things when it comes to your appearance.

You would keep debating on cutting your bangs at least six times a day, to a point where you had to change your lock screen to a picture of you with awful photoshopped bangs, just to fight off the constant desire to cut your hair.

Harry, on the other hand, left his hair alone for a while and would let you cut his hair from time to time when it would get too out of control, making it hard for him to tame it.

While you were busy watching a tutorial on how to cut hair, only half an hour into the process, Harry was staring into a mirror holding the hair you already cut off up to his upper lip.

“Baby,” Harry called.

Despite the fact that you were standing right next to his chair, all of your attention was on the tutorial, so you didn’t hear him calling out for you.

“Babeee.” He whined this time, desperately trying to get you to pay attention to him.

“Huh? What? Sorry, love, what were you saying?” You pulled yourself from the screen of your phone and looked up to Harry’s reflection in your bathroom mirror.

He was sitting in a chair, which you carried to your bathroom from the kitchen, with your raincoat wrapped around his upper body, to make sure none of the little hairs end up in his shirt, tickling him for the rest of his life. You noticed how he was holding up the short hair pieces you had just cut off up to his face.

“Whatcha think? Should I shave off the sides?”

You knew he was referring to his beard, which you grew to love. Although in the beginning you weren’t used to the feeling of prickly skin on yours when you kissed, with the time you got used to razor burns and started enjoying the feeling of his bearded chin in the crook of your neck whenever you were cuddling. However, you weren’t sure if you enjoyed that or seeing his beard wet of your juices every time he went down on you more.

Letting yourself get a bit too carries away with your fantasies, you looked back into his eyes, processing his question properly this time.

“The sides only? Into a moustache you mean?,” you questioned.

“Yeah. I was thinking that if I’ll be home for a while, why not try anything new with the facial hair, now that I can grow a bit more than a couple of hairs here and there?” Harry smiled at you, trying to analyze your facial expression to figure out what you think about his idea.

You weren’t particularly against it; you’ve just never been too into moustaches. Although you knew your English curly was right - this was just the best time to do this, if he wants to try it and see.

Your hand went to reach his and to grab a couple of hair pieces to bring them up to his upper lip. Placing the hair in a moustache shape you looked down at him, awaiting his judgement.

“Like this, baby?” you asked.

He considered the shape you suggested and let his hand rise to yours over his face. He pulled on the hairs on the two ends of the ‘moustache’ and looked back to his reflection. Harry’s gaze fell upon your face right after, asking for your opinion on his alteration.

“I think it would look cute.” Never before had you though that your boyfriend would have a moustache, as you were never really a fan of how they looked. However, you never really imagine that you would be able to call Mr. Harry Styles himself your boyfriend, and we all know that this man, sitting in front of you, can make anything look good.

“Really? Are y’sure it won’t look weird and all?” he asked feeling a bit conscious over the change.

“Honey, first of all - everything looks amazing on you, okay? And I am completely serious. Secondly, if you hate it, you can always shave it off, right?” You placed your hands on his shoulders, still talking to him while looking into his reflection’s eyes.

Harry blushed at your compliment and reclined back into the chair, pushing his head back to you and puckering his lips, awaiting your kiss. You noticed the green eyes piercing yours from below and his bright pink lips inviting yours. You bent slightly to reach his lips with yours. As you pulled away, Harry got up and covered the sides of his beard with his hands and stared intently in the mirror once again.

“I think you’ll look hot. Not that you don’t already look hot.” You pressed a kiss on his back and sneaked your hands under the raincoat and his shirt, pressing them against his bare chest.

“I’m doing it then?” He hesitated and reached for his shaving cream and razor, looking for a sign of approval from you before applying it.

“I’m all for it, so it’s up to you.” Harry nodded and started applying the shaving cream onto his cheeks.

“Just know that you have to eat me out whenever you’re done here because I’m dripping,” you casually announced, as you pulled your hands from under his shirt to walk out of the bathroom, leaving him standing with shaving cream in his beard. Walking out of the bathroom, you could see his jaw drop through your peripheral vision.

“Fuck, Y/N...” he groaned.

That’s what he gets for being so fucking hot.

Here you were standing in the kitchen, making yourself some tea to pass the time while Harry was busy shaving. You tried to distract yourself from the constant pulsating in your lower stomach by scrolling through Instagram, not really paying attention to the content of the feed.

You were so focused on the mindless scrolling that you didn’t hear the heavy footsteps coming your way from outside the kitchen.

“Y/N,” Harry breathed heavily, as he walked closer to you from the back.

You turned around, finally noticing his presence. Let’s just say - he was a sight to see. The moment you saw his beard newly shaven, except for the area above his lips, making him look like he just came from the 70s, you felt your juices starting to coat your thighs right there and then.

“Fuck,” you thought.

Harry, knowing you inside out, in every meaning of that phrase, could see the lust filling your eyes and your pupils dilating.

“Like it, huh, baby?” He walked right up to your heated self.

Even though your mind was clouded with lust, you could still see his erection, as he was making his way towards you.

“Harry fucking Styles, if you keep teasing me I will ki—.” The end of the sentence ended up in Harry’s mouth, as he pushed his lips against yours full of need.

You could feel the moustache prickle the top of your lip.

You loved every second of it.

Harry pulled himself from you and pushed you up to sit on the counter.

“I’ll be getting t’work now if you don’t mind.” He didn’t even look up at you for approval, getting down on his knees in front of the counter.

Next thing you knew - he was pulling your pants off of your legs.

“Hold onto somethin’, baby.”

You reached for the corner of the cupboard, waiting for Harry to take some action.

With one harsh pull, your pants went flying away from both of you, landing next to the kitchen table.

“Fuck, Y/N, I can smell y’from here. Who made y’so wet, baby? Was it me? Or the moustache, huh?” A loud moan left your mouth to answer his question.

“What do you want me to m’do, love? Where d’you want me?” He started dragging the tip of his nose along your legs, starting from your ankles and going up from there. The thick hairs below his nose pricked the soft skin of your inner thighs and you couldn’t keep yourself from pushing your hands through his half-cut curls and pulling him further into your thighs.

“H, fuck, it feels so good.” You closed your eyes, as you felt him move his head to the other leg, neglecting the place where you craved him the most.

“Answer m’questions.” He calmly spoke into your knee; the movement of his lips made you squirm.

“I-I want you on me.” You felt your blood rush to your cheeks, even though you weren’t at all specific.

“I am on you.” He teased you, as his lips started kissing your ankles.

“Not there...” You whined as he kept himself away from your core.

“Where then, sweetheart? Don’t think I understand.” He looked up at you with his chin pressed against your inner thigh once again, flashing you the most innocent look you’ve seen. You would’ve fallen for it if you didn’t know him so well.

Normally, you would’ve been stubborn and wouldn’t have given in to his teasing, but you were so wet that you couldn’t wait any longer.

“I want you...on my pussy.” You blushed even harder, feeling your ears getting hot.

Harry looked up from your thighs and gave you a smile.

“Anything you say, my dear. See - that wasn’t s’hard.” He smirked up at you, starting to pull on your underwear.

At this point you were long gone, finally getting what you’ve been asking for this whole time. You paid his teasings no mind, as you felt your underwear being slowly pulled down your legs, eventually joining the pants on the floor.

“Ugh, fuck. Look at m’girl. You’re glistening with cum, sweetheart.” He was ready to dive right into his favorite meal of the day, spreading your legs before him.

Unfortunately, instead of going straight to where you wanted him, he left kisses along your lower stomach.

You couldn’t hold yourself any longer and took the matter into your own hands. Quite literally.

You placed your hands back into your tease-of-a-boyfriend’s hair and pushed his head down into your pussy, feeling the tip of his nose brush against your folds.

“Fuck, that’s right, Y/N. Show me how much y’need me. Come on. Use me, honey.”

You didn’t expect him to be so turned on by your action, but the words following were the ones that left you hyperventilating.

“I’ll stay here,” He moved slightly away from your entrance. “And you,” he continued. “You will fuck m’face. Get m’face all wet with your juices.”

Your eyes rolled back as you felt his words echo in your head.

“I need you,” was all you could blurt out.

“Take me then.”

You couldn’t keep yourself from pushing your pussy against his face, nor did you want to.

As you started rapidly and desperately moving your hips against his mouth, nose, and his new moustache, you felt the pleasure you’ve never before experienced.

You could feel Harry was enjoying it as well, if not more than you did if that was possible. He shut his eyes close in pleasure and let you use his face to get off.

You could feel him press his face harder against your opening, each time your hips moved to meet him.

“God, H. You feel so good against my pussy. Fuck it feels so good.” You needed him to know how good he was making you feel, without even having to do much.

You felt him smile into your entrance, and his moustache lightly grazes your clit.

“Oh my God, Harry. Do that again, please.” You tried pushing your hips lower to experience the feeling again.

You were lucky to see Harry contribute to the teamwork without teasing you for once. He lifted his head up to let the thick hairs meet the surface of your sensitive spot.

It hurt. It was too sensitive, and you loved every second of it. You felt a familiar rush and fluttering in your lower stomach.

“Already?” You thought. You had never felt an orgasm coming this fast before.

Harry kept bowing his head onto your pussy, this time adding his tongue. Instead of playing with you a bit as he usually did in the beginning, he went straight to your vagina, pushing the tip of his tongue inside of you, which caught you by surprise. You forgot all the letters and words and couldn’t make a single sound except helpless whimpering, moaning, and calling out for your boyfriend to fuck you harder.

Harry was so focused on getting you to cum that he didn’t make a sound either, except groaning into you from now and then, not being able to hide the fact that he was having the time of his life.

“H-Harry.” You weakly whimpered.

He couldn’t hear you. The sounds of your wetness, his lips smacking as he sucked on your clit between going back and forth fucking you with his tongue and your sweet moans were ringing in his ears.

“Har,” you moaned his name louder, this time catching his attention. He kept fucking you with his tongue while rising his eyes up at you to let you know he was listening.

“I’m gonna cum, don’t stop baby, please don’t stop.” You were begging at this point, letting him know he had to take full control, as you were too out of it to control your body’s movements.

Harry picked up the pace at which his tongue was entering your pussy through your folds. You tried to find anything to hold onto, but the cupboard that you were holding onto before was too smooth, so your hand kept slipping.

You felt the fluttering intensify and your head feeling light. You were so close.

You just needed one last push to get you over the edge.

Harry knew it as well.

He pulled his mouth away from your vagina, quickly replacing it with his fingers before you could start complaining. As he started working his fingers in and out of you, curling them to make sure his finger pads press directly at your sweet spot inside, he got an idea.

Looking up at you with your eyes closed and your mouth agape, so close to your peak, he pressed his mouth a little lower from your clit. This also meant that his moustache found home directly on your clit. Harry didn’t let himself stay still for too long, turning his head from side to side to give you all of the sensations you needed.

“Fuck, Harry, I’m cumming,” was all you could get yourself to say between your screams of his name.

He fucked in and out of you even faster than before, feeling you start to tighten around him, as you did right before you came. Noticing it, he moved his head faster, giving your clit a lick from time to time.

“Harry!” You felt an orgasm hit you. Hard. You felt your body shake in convulsions, as it moved through you. Your senses became even more aware of every touch of his. You felt Harry moan against you. As your mind slowly became more aware of your surroundings, you felt Harry’s fingers slide out of you. Even though your mind was still hazy, you saw him move them up to his mouth to lick them clean.

“Har?” You softly called out for him.

“Here, my beautiful.” He cooed, getting up from his knees, helping you sit up comfortably on the counter, as you were sliding off of it.

“Are you okay, love? Came hard, didn’t you? Feeling alright?” He carefully enveloped you in a hug.

“Mhmmm,” was all you could say, as your mind was still too foggy from the orgasm.

“Oh shit.” Harry cursed under his breath, pulling one of his hands from you.

“What?” You were alert and worried if something bad happened. You followed his eyes down to his pants, confused as ever. Before you saw a wet spot in the front of his pants.

“Came in m’pants.” He blushed a little, feeling embarrassed. He didn’t even have to touch himself.

“But you didn’t even-“

“You’re just s’hot, couldn’t help it.” He explained.

Only now you noticed his moustache. It was completely covered in your juices.

“UGH HARRY COME ON!” You hungrily jumped on him.

The moustache was the right choice.

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