#I used to do my writing in one sitting and it came out flawless so I also guess I can suggest that unless you don’t have the time

[archiveofvirtue]

lovely kook!reader tries her hardest to avoid her ex bf!rafe, yet they unintentionally meet at the country club after her sudden disappearance from kildare island about a year ago

content / ex bf!rafe x fem!reader, lowkey toxic, rafe confronting reader, public arguing, reader lowkey hates kooks, topper and kelce being nosy, 2.1k words

notes / this is the start of my lovely kook!reader x rafe cameron (x jj maybank) trope, inspired by my own fanfic that I published on wattpad. prob not gonna line up with everything in the fic and might differ when it comes to the relationships or dynamics. storyline is roughly set around s1 but I pictured s2/s3 rafe while writing, feel free to imagine him however u want tho! enjoy <3

It had been one long, strange year since you had set foot on Kildare Island. The same roads, the salty ocean breeze—everything felt frozen, like a picture stuck in time. But as you watched the streets of Figure Eight again, you knew that things were different now, at least for you.

There was a time when you’d loved this place, every privileged corner of it, but that had all died the day you’d left, slipping away in the quiet night without saying goodbye to anyone—not even Rafe.

Rafe. Just thinking of him made your chest tighten. You definitely tried not to, but back home, it was almost impossible. He was everywhere—in every memory, in every spot that used to feel safe.

You knew you’d see him eventually. But you definitely had no intention of rushing it.

But your first stop was Sarah Cameron. The Sarah who used to be your best friend. You didn’t even make it up the driveway of your house before she came running toward you, her face full of shock.

The second you hugged, both of you started crying. It felt like the past year melted away. But when she pulled back, the hurt was obvious.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Sarah sniffled, her voice both angry and broken. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

Your throat tightened as guilt washed over you. “I couldn’t. There was too much… too much happening, Sarah. I didn’t want anyone else to get dragged into it.”

“And you think you didn’t hurt anyone by just leaving?” Sarah’s voice was calm, yet the pain in her eyes was obvious. “You hurt me, and Rafe—”

“Don’t,” you cut her off, the hurt in your own voice surprising you both. “Please.”

For now you didn’t want to think of him, you just wanted to do right by Sarah.

The two of you ended up on the porch, watching the sun dip low as you talked. You opened up as much as you could, and Sarah told you about all the wild things that had happened with her family. But there were things she wouldn’t—maybe couldn’t—say, not even to you.

But it was obvious that things were different in Sarah’s life now. Sure enough you weren’t the only one who had changed.

The next day, you found yourself sitting stiffly in the backseat of your parents’ car as they drove to the country club. You stared out the window, jaw clenched, as you passed the huge mansions of Figure Eight. You’d spent your whole life around the “kooks,” but now, after a year away, their high life facades and fake smiles felt even more unbearable. You could already hear the insincere “how have you beens” that would spill from every corner of the club.

Your parents acted as if nothing had changed. As if you’d never vanished in the first place. Your mom wouldn’t stop babbling, going on about the latest news, updates from the other families you knew, parties you’d missed. All with that same flawless smile, the one you had once tried so hard to mimic, until you realized it was just another mask.

“Won’t it be nice to be back?” Your mom asked brightly, as if you had simply been on a long vacation.

You forced a sweet smile, refusing to answer. You didn’t want to be “back.” You didn’t want to slide into this carefully molded life again, pretending to care about who had bought the newest yacht or who was dating whom. It was all so hollow, so far from the girl you’d become in your time away.

When you reached the club, its grand facade loomed over you, just as fake as the people inside. You spotted a few familiar faces, people who hadn’t changed at all. You doubted they’d even care to ask where you’d been or why you’d left. To them, you’d simply slipped right back into place.

Your dad gave you a proud smile, like showing you off could fix the cracks in your family’s perfect image. But you knew better. You were just another dime in their collection, and that was all they wanted from you. The real you—the one who’d been through hell and back—didn’t exist in their world.

Determined not to fall back into their trap, you straightened up and walked to the bar, hoping to blend in. Luckily, you spotted Mark, the club bartender and an old friend. You two exchanged a few words, Mark catching you up on the most recent gossip of Kildare, but in the back of your mind you still had this uneasy feeling, the thought of running into Rafe made your stomach hurt.

You were almost starting to relax when you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Isn’t that y/n?” It was unmistakable—Topper.

Anxiety hit you, wondering if Rafe was with him, but when you turned around, your eyes met Kelce’s instead. You felt relieved while you gave them both a small wave. Topper and Kelce had been part of your life in Figure Eight once upon a time, more Rafe’s friends than yours, but you’d spent enough time around them that you knew you could at least handle a quick one on one with them.

“Y/N,” Kelce greeted, his surprise melting into a friendly grin. “Back from the dead, huh?”

You smiled a little at that, nodding. “Something like that.”

Topper gave you a little grin, shaking his head as if still trying to process that you were actually standing there. “You know, no one knew what happened to you. You just… left.”

“Yeah, I know.” You forced a smile. “I guess I had my reasons.”

You exchanged a few more words, and you could feel their eyes flickering to each other, as if they wanted to ask more but were holding back. It was strange—normally, they’d be all over you for details, but now, they seemed rather calm. And then, suddenly, they went completely silent.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, glancing between them, suspiciously raising your brows.

But you didn’t have to wait long to find out.

“Y/N.” Rafe’s voice sounded from behind you, low and dark. You cursed under your breath, clenching your jaw before forcing yourself to turn around.

There he was, standing a few feet away, his ocean blue eyes locked on you. For a moment, he looked shocked, like he couldn’t believe you were real.

“Rafe,” you replied just as blunt, fighting to keep your voice steady, though you could feel your heart hammering in your chest.

Topper and Kelce glanced between you, clearly uncomfortable, before they mumbled something about getting drinks and made a quick exit, leaving the two of you alone.

You stared at each other for a long moment, he looked good. Really good. His hair was slightly longer, the blonde tips hanging over his forehead.

Staring at him for a little too long you saw a flicker of something in his eyes—regret, maybe?—but you brushed it away. You couldn’t afford to let him get under your skin again. Not after what went down between you.

“So, what, you just fucking waltz back into town like nothing happened?“ he asked, his voice laced with anger.

He stepped closer until you were nearly face to face. You could smell the hint of whiskey on his breath, mixed with his signature cologne. It brought back a flood of memories that you’d fought to bury.

“You just..,” he sighed, as if he was trying to pick his words rather carefully, but not being able to contain his anger “You like fucking with me, don’t you?”

You lifted your chin, your voice edged with a coldness Rafe hadn't heard before. “What did you expect me to do, Rafe? Stick around after everything you pulled? After what you… made me do?”

He frowned, his jaw tightening as he processed your words that felt like a slap to the face. “Made you do? I didn’t make you do anything.” he echoed, his voice rising. “Do you even get how messed up it was, just disappearing like that? Leaving everyone behind, leaving ME behind without a word?”

A sarcastic laugh slipped from your lips. Arguing in public like this definitely wasn’t your plan, but at this point you didn’t care. “That’s the thing with you, Rafe. You don’t even realize the damage you cause, do you?”

He flinched, trying to hide the twitch of his jaw, but you caught it. For a moment, you almost felt a bit of pity for him. Almost.

“What happened, y/n?” he asked softly, his voice almost sounding vulnerable, caught off guard by the force of your resentment. The old you he remembered had looked at him like he was the one, but the woman in front of him now—was a stranger.

“Where’d you go? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you?” You repeated, your voice sounding bitter. “I didn’t owe you any explanations. I did what I had to do to protect myself.”

“From me?” he shot back, his voice cold. “That’s what you think, huh?”

You bit your lip, hating that he could still get to you, hating that despite your anger, some part of you still felt drawn to him. But you wouldn’t let him see that. “You can’t change the past, Rafe. Just… stay out of my life.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, his anger fading into something like pain. But then it was gone, replaced by the hard mask he always wore. He took another step toward you.

“You think you had it all figured out in that pretty little head of yours, huh? You run away and pretend it’s all my fault?”

You watched him get closer, yet not letting it phase you “Maybe it is. Or maybe we were just bad for each other. Either way, I’m not letting you drag me down again. Not this time.”

His face twisted, and you could see the realization in his eyes—you weren’t the girl he once had wrapped around his finger, not anymore.

You released a shaky breath, the adrenaline slowly draining from your body. You’d known coming back to Kildare wouldn’t be easy, but facing Rafe again had torn open wounds you thought you’d closed for good.

But you surely wouldn’t let him break you again. You’d fought too hard to build yourself back up, and you weren’t about to throw all of that away.

You were done running.

With that, you turned away from him, forcing yourself not to look back. Rafe just stared at you, and for the first time, he felt a sense of what he’d lost. He wanted to reach for you, to say something that might make you stop. But he didn’t.

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[clover-the-awesomest]

hey hey guess what I have an easy fix for u 😊

do nothing with it for months and then come back to it and then scrap the whole thing and start over again but this time without any motivation or recent experience in writing and a longing for even more perfection so you just end up sitting there in front of your Google docs wondering where you went wrong in life and why you can’t even write a single sentence without getting pissed and deleted all your progress again and again and again

rinse and repeat 😎

Working on The Arc of Lord Hater, and admittedly having a super difficult time with it -.___.-

He’s not easy for me to connect to, and despite having such solid ideas, execution has been a nightmare. Sometimes writing is really hard :/

[authorhjk1]

How would you do a short free-use story staring your favorite idol?

Thanks for the ask! Although I'm not sure what you mean exactly with "How" Do you want me to explain it or write it? I decided to just write it, hope you enjoy. @mechaknight-98 I saw your other request, I will get to it when I have the time.

(I hope I understood the concept of free-use correctly)

White

Kim Jisoo X Male Reader

You hear voices behind the door, after you rang the doorbell. Footsteps come closer and you take a step back. A moment later, the door is being opened.

For a moment, you are stunned by her beauty. How can a person be so pretty? So perfect? You smell her flowery scent. Maybe roses.

Her eyes grow big once she realises who is standing in front of her.

"(Y/n), I-I..."

Jisoo stutters, too surprised to see you standing in front of her parent's mansion. The young heiress of the Kim Group is usually very well spoken.

"What are you doing here?"

"Just came back from a business trip. I haven't had your pussy in weeks."

You catch her flinching.

Despite the amount of times you've already taken advantage of your arrangement, she is still uncomfortable talking about it openly.

"S-Sure. Please follow me."

Jisoo turns around and leads you inside her parent's place, after you shut the door behind you. You walk behind her, enjoying the view of her naked shoulders. The back of her necklace sparkles in the light of the chandelier in the hallway.

Approaching the big wooden stairs in the middle of the house, the two of you pass by the entrance to the dining room.

"Jisoo!"

She freezes in place, before you both look into the room. You recognize her parents, who sit on one side of the table. A chair is empty, the one next to it is occupied by Jisoo's fiance.

"Who is this man?"

Her father looks at you in suspicion.

"He is a business partner of mine. We are headed to my study, cause we have to make an important decision on the future of our companies' relationship, which can't be delayed."

That's the Jisoo everyone knows. The strong, independent and successful businesswoman. The complete opposite of the Jisoo you know. Your submissive, free-use toy.

Her father nods in approval, visibly oblivious. You do a short bow in his direction. Jisoo starts walking again. Her chin raised, back straight.

Halfway up the stairs, you can't help it anymore. She just looks flawless. And you really have been longing for her for weeks.

You reach out, your hand squeezing her ass through her white dress. Jisoo jumps, but she doesn't say anything. She keeps walking as if nothing is happening. After squeezing her right cheek a couple of times, you stop walking, making her stop too.

"Suck me off."

Jisoo turns around. You are almost at the top of the stairs already. You see the confusion in her eyes. Why can't you wait one more minute?

But she doesn't talk back. Jisoo carefully gets on her knees in front of you, making sure she doesn't mess up her dress somehow.

A moment later, your cock lands on her face. Jisoo closes her eyes, taking a deep breath as she savours your smell. You can tell that your absence made her sexually frustrated.

"Are you still waiting until you married him?"

It's an odd question to ask, when the soon to be bride is giving the tip of your dick a sensual kiss.

"Yes. But he keeps trying to initiate something. I don't know if he is gonna wait until he puts a wedding ring on my finger."

You sigh as your gaze gets caught on the big silver diamond ring on her ring finger. The hand it's on is stroking your cock, while she talks.

"I don't like it. But I can't blame him."

You reach down and cup her cheek. Jisoo leans into it, looking up at you with big eyes.

"A woman like you could make a man do whatever she wants. You are fucking gorgeous."

You quickly realize the irony of your words. You are making her do whatever you want.

"Thank you."

A shy smile plays around her lips. Jisoo still can't take compliments. At least when they are coming from you.

After your quick exchange, she finally starts giving you head properly. You can't believe how much of a slut you've turned her into. She is sucking you off in the middle of her parents house in plain sight, while her parents and her boyfriend are in the room next door.

"That's a good girl."

You encourage Jisoo as she bobs her head on your cock. You've missed her mouth. The way her lips wrap around you. The way her tongue glides along your length. The way her throat tightens, when you push past her gag reflex.

As exciting and adventurous this little scene might be, you know that you will get caught sooner rather than later, if you don't move on.

"Let's go to your room. I don't want to waste my time here when I could be in there, plowing your pussy like I own it."

You help Jisoo to her feet, catching the slight blush on her cheeks.

"Because I do."

You whisper into her ear, before spinning her around.

The two of you finally make it down the hallway without any further incidents. Once you reach her room, you walk inside, waiting for her to close the door behind her.

She has turned into a shy, innocent girl once again. You lean against Jisoo, pressing her against the door, kissing every inch of her exposed skin.

"How did I even make it these couple of weeks without this body of yours?"

It was a rhetoric question between kisses, but Jisoo tries to come up with an explanation. An explanation that satisfies you.

"I send you several pictures of me every day. And videos. I kept thinking of you while I..."

A growl escapes your lips. The power you have over her right now gives you a familiar rush of adrenaline.

"Strip."

You sit down on the edge of her bed, crossing your arms in front of you. If you were sitting on a chair at your desk, it would've looked like Jisoo was there to apply for an internship.

She shyly brushes all of her hair on her right side behind her ear.

"Can you help me please?"

Jisoo turns around. She know uses her whole hand to put all of her hair over her left shoulder. You reach upwards, taking the zipper of her dress, before slowly pulling it down. Your eyes follow her dress as she lets it slip down her frame.

Her porcelain like skin and her white lace panties captivate you. Her fiance must go mad, knowing she is together with him and he still can't have her.

The sight of Jisoo, standing in front of you almost completely naked, makes you finally jump into action. You pin her against the door, before she can react. Your pants are on the floor a second later.

After pushing the white fabric to the side, Jisoo does nothing but moan as you ease yourself inside.

"Oh fuck."

You groan into her ear, relishing in the familiar feeling of being inside her tight cunt. Jisoo's cheek is pressed up against the white wood as she takes your pounding from behind. Her moans are deeper than they usually are. Maybe because you haven't fucked her in a while. Or because her parents and fiance are downstairs.

You kiss her other cheek and her naked shoulders as you thrust into her again and again. Her scent only makes you go harder. You hold her waist with both hands, pounding her against the door.

Jisoo's eyes are closed. You can't tell if it's because she is liking it so much, or because she is cheating. Either way, you keep using her body to make yourself cum. Her tight walls do most of the job. They squeeze around you, trying to make you cum as quick as possible.

Leaning against her, you fuck her into the door, slowly approaching your orgasm.

"Fuck Jisoo."

She knows what's coming next, moaning a little louder as she feels you throbbing inside of her.

That rush, coming from knowing you are using another man's woman as a free-use toy, pushes you over the edge. You claim Jisoo's pussy as yours as you paint her insides white. She feels your cum warm her lower region. While her fiance is probably begging her to sleep with him, you don't even bother asking where she would want your cum. You creampie Kim Jisoo, enjoying the familiar feeling of her cum filled pussy squeezing your cock.

Jisoo was never the loud type. Which is a blessing in disguise, especially when you use her in public. She barely talks, only moans and whines escape her mouth. It fits her reserved, proud character. Jisoo doesn't look very elegant or proud right now as you finally come to a hold. You bite into her ear, just above her earrings. As she flinches and hisses in pain, you only have time to think for barely a second. You wonder if she bought them, or her fiance did. They look beautiful on her.

When you open your eyes again, you see your teeth marks in her ear. Jisoo's forehead is now leaning against the wood. Her eyes are still closed, she is taking heavy breaths.

Resting your chin on her naked shoulder, you stay buried inside her snug hole.

"I have a meeting with your company tomorrow."

You kiss her neck, this time more careful not to leave a mark.

"Put your hair in a ponytail. I need something to hold onto. You don't want me to mess up your hair, do you?"

You step into her huge office after the first half of the long meeting is over. Jisoo surely did not disappoint.

Throughout the whole meeting, you were the only person aware of the fact that Jisoo is not wearing anything underneath that dress. She send you a picture this morning. She is only one button away from standing naked in front of you.

You walk around her desk, sitting down in her comfortable leather chair. Jisoo knows how the two of you will spend your lunch break.

[surftrips]

PINK SLIPS | CLARISSE LA RUE

pairing: clarisse la rue x female!reader

summary: clarisse keeps her distance following the capture the flag incident.

word count: 1.1k

author's note: happy valentine's day week! here is my gift to you all, part two to shapeshift 💘💘

i. you blew me a kiss in the class that she skips 

Stacy used to never show up for archery practices, but recently, she had taken to accompanying you just to sit nearby and watch.

After the Capture the Flag incident, it seemed as though Stacy was around even more than usual. You liked her, you really did, she was your girlfriend, after all… but you also liked your alone time and space.

Speaking of space, Clarisse was giving you a lot of that lately. It’s not like the two of you were ever that close, but you thought that after she saved you, she would at least acknowledge you here and there.

Instead, Clarisse had been skipping practices and camp activities, so much so that a small pile of pink slips had begun to accumulate on her bedside table. (You heard this from a friend of yours who happened to also be in Ares cabin). 

After hitting the target once again, you looked over to see Stacy blowing you a kiss. You sighed, feeling sorrowful all of a sudden. You must have looked cold, because before you knew it, your girlfriend was running up to you and draping her sweater over your arms. “Here, sweet girl,” she smiled.

You smiled back, admiring the flawless makeup on her face and the way her hair fell perfectly down her back. Stacy’s eyeliner was always colored in the lines, sharp. 

ii. you write me love letters, while she gets pink slips 

For a child of Aphrodite, it was like every day was Valentine’s Day. So when you found a love letter addressed to you on your bed in the middle of July, you didn’t blink twice. Your heart, however, did skip a beat when you read “From your secret admirer…” 

Without hesitation, you ripped the envelope open and your eyes immediately darted to the signature at the bottom. “Xoxo, Stacy.” 

Your body relaxed and the rational part of your brain took over. What were you thinking? Of course, this letter was from your girlfriend, who you liked very much. You had very strong feelings for her. She was wonderful, and perfect, and nothing like–

You wouldn’t even let yourself finish the rest of your thought. That would be entirely unfair to Stacy, who had done nothing but smother you with love and affection since the two of you started going out. 

Okay, maybe smother wasn’t the best word for it. It wasn’t Stacy’s fault that her love language just happened to be grandeur and overbearing displays of affections, right? You should be grateful that at least you had someone. 

In theory, your relationship was all perfect. 

iii. but perfect’s never been my type 

“I don’t see what the big deal is, she’s just a friend!” you exclaimed, trying to explain to your girlfriend that you were going to hang out with another camper. 

“From the Ares cabin!” Stacy rebutted. 

“What does that have to do with anything?” 

“She’s also in that cabin.” You paused, it would appear that you weren’t the only one that had been thinking about Clarisse. 

“Okay, that’s not fair. She saved me one time during Capture the Flag, it didn’t mean anything,” you shook your head, as if to force the memory of Clarisse’s eyes scanning your body out of your mind. 

“Oh, sure. And her suddenly disappearing around camp means nothing too?”

“Are you keeping tabs on her now?” 

“She’s not good for you, Y/N. She would never be as good to you as I am.” Stacy inched closer with every word that came out of her mouth. 

“Are you though? Good to me?” Every thought of Clarisse gave you the confidence to speak your mind. 

Stacy looked hurt, like she had taken a punch to the gut. “What are you talking about?”

“You’re around, like all the time. I’m not saying I don’t like being with you, because I do, but now I can’t even hang out with my friends without you there? I need my space.”

If Stacy knew that there was something more you weren’t letting on, she didn’t show it.

“You want space? Okay, we’re done.” The next second, she was out of your cabin and running toward the forest. 

iv. i’m a sucker for the wicked  

Since the breakup, you had taken to embracing your newly reinstated alone time. Today was unusually warm, so you decided to soak in the sun by the water. After setting up your picnic blanket, now for one, you laid down and opened a book you had been meaning to start for a while. 

You didn’t get very far before a shadow cast itself over the pages, causing you to get up. “Hey, what are you—?” 

“Relax, pretty girl. It’s just me.” Clarisse smiled at you. You immediately sat back down. The two of you settled into quiet. 

You took the opportunity to admire her features. It had only been a few weeks since you were last face-to-face, but something about her had changed. Perhaps it was the way she carried herself, or no– the way her eyes….

“How have you been?” She broke the silence. 

“Uh… good. And you?” 

“Not bad, I heard about the breakup.”

“Oh, thanks.” 

“I didn’t say sorry.” Clarisse grinned, but you could tell she meant it. “I never liked her very much.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell.” 

Now, the two of you were laughing, together for once. You felt light, free, for the first time in months. The slight breeze made Clarisse's curls over her shoulders.

“What are you doing here?” you asked. 

“You want an honest answer?” 

You nodded. You were tired of staring at your ceiling at night and wondering if there was ever anything between the two of you.

“After that Capture the Flag game, I realized that my feelings for you weren’t going away. But I also thought that Stacy wasn’t going away either, so I had to give you your distance. It was more for me, than anyone, I’m sorry if that was selfish.” 

“Clarisse…”

“You don’t have to say you like me back or anything, I know I’m not your type. But I don’t think I can move on without letting you know first–” 

“Clarisse,” you interrupted her. “Stop.” 

She stared at you with her brown eyes and smudged mascara. You don’t think you’ve ever felt like this about Stacy, about anyone. Looking over to your side, you pluck a daisy out of the ground and carefully place it behind Clarisse’s hair. 

“I like you too, tough girl.” 

You make a mental reminder to make fun of her for blushing later, but right now, she looks perfect. You take advantage of her flustering and lean in to connect your lips with hers. 

Clarisse is fairly sure she’s made an eternal enemy out of Aphrodite now, but she couldn’t care less. She just leans in to deepen the kiss, biting at your bottom lip gently.

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[readychilledwine]

Hello, i just wanted to to start off saying i love your work!!!!! And I was wondering if i could request a Tamlin x Feyre's twin sister like there at a meeting with the high lords and Rhysand and Feyre decide to bring her and then her and tamlin lock eyes and the mating bond snaps into place for them, or something like that, the rest is up for you to decide! :) :)

Do you all remember the olden days of Twilight fanfiction where the oc/reader was Bella's twin and Jacob's imprint, but Jake didn't find out for quite sometime and then was like, "This explains it. It explains why I wanted Bella so badly. It wasn't Bella, it was you (insert Italian name)."

Aka I fucking loved this idea and dropped everything I was working on to write it. It's an angsty little piece.

Lost Bonds

Warnings - Told mainly from Tamlin's view of reader, angst, mentions of trauma, mentions of sex, unrequited love, one-sided mating bond

A/N - I can totally see myself doing something with this and making it a mini series.

Tamlin felt his jaw twitch.

You were an unexpected liability.

An foreseen circumstance.

A blessing and curse all at the same time.

And so fucking beautiful.

You were the most unique of your sisters, and it immediately told him which one you were. Y/n Archeron, Feyre's younger sister and twin. You stood out from her and Nesta, yet were flawless in your own right.

Long dark hair he knew would have came from your father was done so delicately, falling to above your hips in soft waves. A face that damn near was the identical match to your sister's, only yours held more freckles that seemed to dance like paint splatters landing in all the right places. You shared those blue eyes, though. Elain having been the only one to inherit the doe brown of your father.

Rhysand had dressed you immaculately. He had allowed you to wear a jewel toned blue gown. No doubt to ensure you matched Azriel, just as Nesta's jewelry matched Cassian. The dress was tight, clinging to your torso and accentuating your breasts perfectly to be on display each time to bend over to whisper into Azriel's ear.

His jaw tightened again, looking away from the two of you as it happened again. A shadow then curled your shoulders, your arm, through your fingers. Your gorgeous long fingers he knew were trained to play piano.

He knew damn near everything about you already.

And you only knew the worst of him.

He didn't know if you had felt it, but the second you two locked eyes after his third started insult towards your twin, he felt the sentence dying on his tongue, chest aching.

Rhysand had begun to smirk, settling into his seat while looking at Feyre, who's face fell before looking at her younger mirror image.

You'll never have her, a soft feminine voice rang in his mind. You will never fucking touch her.

Azriel stood, taking your hand as you cocked your head and removed you from the room. He one of his hands placed around your waist, resting softly on your hip as you leaned into him. "Excuse my dear sister," Rhysand purred, eyes locked on Tamlin. "She still exhausts easily after being stripped of her mortality."

"But what a gift," Nesta's eyes drilled into Tamlin. "To be blessed with beauty and immortality." The words were a stab in his heart. Sitting in his chest.

Words he had previously used to belittle your trauma.

The trauma his High Priestess, and in turn he, had caused you.

He would not lay eyes on you again until the war. Where he watched Azriel take you to his bed nightly. Where he heard Azriel pulling you apart, whispering to you his love and praise, and you returning it tenfold.

He watched you two pack after everything was over together. He watched as those scarred hands touched your flawless ones. He watched every joke Azriel would make land. He watched you be chased by him like a child. He watched each soft kiss.

"They're in love," Rhysand appeared next to him. "True, genuine, chosen love. Don't fucking ruin this for her. You've done enough." The High Lord of Night walked away. Joining Azriel in teasing the youngest sister and kissing the top of her head softly, eyes glaring directly into Tamlin's soul.

You'll never have her.

Those words rang in his head over and over becoming a mantra shattering even his heart of stone.

You'll never have her.

You will never have her.

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[dazaiandhislovelybandages]

I absolutely adore your writing! would you please do Mu Qing(Heaven Official’s Blessing) with the prompt “You look really good in my clothes” but in a fluffy way not spicy at all, also i’m not sure if it’ll work better with modern AU but you’re the expert so i’m sure you know best! thank you love! ❤️

Stealing Clothes {Mu Qing}

A/n: sorry this took so long but I hope you like it nonetheless. I don't write AUs in general so I took the liberty of writing this in the traditional tgcf timeline instead of ignoring it. I hope you like it and thank you for requesting. Also since you didn't specify the genre, I made the reader gn but feel free to tell me to change it.

Pairing: Mu Qing x gn!reader

Trigger warnings: none

The day was not really going as well as it should be. You woke up late, had to attend at least four of those meetings for the heavenly officials and then a feast, attend to your devotees prayers. Between the prayers and the next thing on our schedule, you actually had a ten minute break just to remind you that heavenly officials didn't just sit around all day.

Naturally, you decided to head out for a walk alone. Alone time was so needed right at that very moment, especially when your head was filled with all the things that you still had to do.

Whoever said the Heavenly Realm is the most perfect place in the world wasn't lying. From the flowers and the trees of all kinds and rarity all the way to the small ponds, lakes, rivers, everything was majestic. But whoever said the Heavenly Realm is the most flawless place in the world was definitely lying. Along with the the few officials who had told you earlier at the feast that you were one of the luckiest officials they knew.

With your ass right in the middle of a small mud puddle near Mu Qing's palace, you didn't really feel lucky right now. How did the puddle even came to be? It hadn't rained at all those past few days so there was no way there could be any mud.

The only reason you were lucky was because most of the officials were still at the feast and so, with Mu Qing's palace being the closest, you quickly stood up and practically ran inside.

You hadn't seen Mu Qing at the feast earlier but you knew that his schedule was equally full today so it wasn't surprising. If the two of you hadn't been dating you would have never stepped foot in his palace.

"What are you doing?"

"Why are you here?" It was a stupid question, really, but he had described his schedule so damn full last night at your stroll that you really had thought he wasn't going to be in his palace at all today. Yet there he was, standing with his arms folded against his chest.

He wasn't angry. Mu Qing always had that stance when he was curious. At least that was what youliked to believe. "I asked first." All it took was for him to examine your dirty clothes more carefully. "Oh..."

"Yes, oh... can I borrow some of yours?" Mu Qing's eyes widened and he quickly turned his head to the side, covering half of his face with his sleeve. "Please..."

"The wardrobe is over there..." He pointed at a door on the right side of the hallway. Casting him a smile, you quickly ran to the wardrobe and got changed. If you hadn't used some spiritual power to tailor his clothes to your size they would have been way too big on you.

Once you were done, you walked out and headed to Mu Qing's room which was opposite to the wardrobe. "How do I look?" You made a twirl so he could see the entirety of your new outfit.

"You used spiritual power to tailor my clothes but not to clean your own?" He raised an eyebrow in question.

"Shhh..." You wrapped your arms around him and gave him a big warm hug as a thank you. "Those are minor details."

A small pause followed and after Mu Qing made sure you were not looking at him, he let out a small smile and kissed the top of your head. "You look good in my clothes."

[dollwritesarchive]

For those short ficlets you're doing, I have a headcanon that Pantalone loves being cockwarmed while he uses his fingers to fuck his lovers mouth.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, cockwarmimg, glove kink, degradation/objectification, obvious power dynamic, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ the sugar daddy himself! be nice to me i know these characters from lore videos, wikis and dialogue clips. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. thanks for reading < 3

it was the tiniest whimper; a pathetic and soft noise that you hadn’t even meant to let out, but when you did, Pantalone stopped writing— tapping long and slender fingers on the parchment he’d been signing ( one of many stacked on top of one another ) and sighed, “My dear, you are distracting me.”

sheepish, and trying to keep yourself from squirming as you stare at his desk, and his tapping digits, you offer the quietest of apologies; you hadn’t meant to let it out, but the sensation of his thick, hard cock nestled deep in your belly was driving you mad with the need to milk him, to ride him until you came completely unraveled. it was a more daunting task than you thought it would be; edging yourself, waiting for him to finish his work; sitting pretty, your ass flush with his groin, every powerful inch filling you to the point of bursting— and it didn’t help that whenever he moved, even in the slightest, he stretched you open further or massaged your hypersensitive interior walls.

Pantalone rests his chin on your shoulder, inhaling the scent of your hair as he hums, “Sweet, little pets like you are best seen and not heard,” he purrs, one hand snaking up your torso to then force two, gloved and willowy fingers between your lips, “especially when I’ve so much work left to do.” the sparkling rings on his fingers click against your teeth until you relax your jaw and he’s able to pump them deeper into your mouth, in a rhythm reminiscent of when he fucks you, slow and deep prodding; at the same time, his dominant hand has taken then pen up once more, and dipping into the ink, he resumes his flawless signature whilst you stifle your own, eager moaning, “Be an obedient, quiet cocksheath until I finish up, and I might just feel generous enough to allow you to suck the taste of your needy cunt off of my cock.”

𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 && 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝟓 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 !!

[ilovebuckers5]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ur so pretty ੈ✩‧₊˚

paige bueckers x reader

theme:

fluff

comfort

suggestive and explicit language

A/N: this is my first time writing on tumblr don't judge. also sorry it's so short im not used to writing one shots ESPECIALLY fluff.

My hair still hasn't cooperated with me yet. i've straightened it, curled it, crimped it, scrunched it, nothing has worked. i got more and more upset until i tossed my hair straightener on the counter and sat down against the bathroom wall.

"fuck!"

call me dramatic but i was going to a very important meeting with some co workers i really didn't want to look like a hot mess. a couple tears rolled down my cheeks but i quickly wiped them away while sniffling. as i continued to sit there contemplating whether i should just not go or go with my natural hair. While a couple tears came down my cheeks followed by more and more and more... i heard the front door of my dorm unlock.

"Hun? you still here?"

Paige walked through the door shutting and locking it behind her. she set her duffel bag down and walked around the dorm looking for me. i stayed quiet so that paige wouldnt have to hear me crying. but she still found me in the bathroom leaning against the wall with only a bra and shorts on. she quickly kneeled down next to me and began to panic.

"baby whats wrong?" she said with heavy concern in her voice.

her hand wandered up to my cheek to wipe away a couple more tears that i hadnt gotten before. she took her other hand up to the small of my back and began rubbing it to comfort me. she looked up at the counter and saw that the straightener had knocked over a couple things. she stood up and set everything up straight before lifting me up from the floor. i stood infront of the mirror and stared at my half curly half straight hair and more tears started going down my face. suddenly i felt paiges arms wrap around my stomach and started rubbing my skin. i leaned back onto her shoulder. she placed a soft kiss on my cheek before pushing me back up. after i got my composure back in place i went to grab the straightener, forgetting that i didnt turn it off before having a break down. when i went to grab it i grabbed the heated part (which was at 450* degrees). once the heat came intact with my palm i let out a loud cry before tossing the straightener back on the counter again.

"FUCK!" i yell out and cover my mouth after realizing how loud i was.

"shit are you ok hun? come here run it under water."

paige took my wrist and guided me to the kitchen. she ran my hand under water as we just stared at eachother. i took the moment to silently observe paige and all her flawless features. her pinky lips. her icy blue eyes. and god her jawline. i was so lost in her beauty i forgot what i was doing and ended up getting my entire arm soaked with water.

"you ok beautiful?"" paige said smirking

i giggle a bit before answering

"ur so pretty paige."

paiges cheeks went red and she looked away. as paige was easily flustered i was easily falling even more inlove with her by the minute. a large smile grew on my mouth as i watched paige avoid eye contact. paiges face fell into her hands trying to cover her now completly reddened face. a couple laughs filled in the silence of embarassment that was lingering in the room. paige couldnt help but pull me into a long kiss. my heart started to flutter once i felt her soft lips pressed against mine. paige moved her hands to my back while mine were cupping the sides of her face. i felt her lips smile against mine. i slowly pulled away just to start placing softer kisses all over her face. her hand cradled my chin and pulled me away from her face. i noticed that her pupils were growing larger and larger the more she stared at me.

"i love you" paige said under her breath

"what?"

we had been together for only 5 months but it already felt like ive known paige my entire life. neither of us have said i love you yet and i definintly didnt think that would happen now. my eyes widened a little but i tried to keep calm instead of folding into paiges arms and simply collapsing.

"i...love you too" i said hesitantly.

i knew that i loved her i dont know why it felt hesitant. actually paige was the first person ive loved for this long without something going wrong. she picked up my hands and held them in hers. her hands were slightly cold but it felt nice after burning mine.

[sunnyie-eve]

1 | Raised For

Series: Devoted Friend

Paring: (Benedict Bridgerton x Original Female Character Featherington!)

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: none

| MASTERLIST |

"Mama, if we do any tighter I'll die. I can't breathe in this ridiculous thing." Paisley groans in pain as her mother goes on talking about how she could squeeze into a smaller size.

"She looks like she's going to pass out, mama." Penelope says as Paisley does feel herself getting lightheaded.

"Fine, loosen it just a tad." Their mother tells the maid and when Paisley could breathe slightly better her mother says enough, "You are 24 yet still not married Paisley. You are setting no example for your sisters." She adds as Paisley gets her dress put on.

"You act like I never get any suitors, mama. I just don't choose any of them because none of them stand out to me." Paisley sighs as she's turned around to face her mother.

"Which is going to make no gentleman want you at some point."

Paisley looks over at Penelope who gives her a sad smile. Even though one was the oldest and the other was the youngest, they were the closest in their entire family. Paisley was Penelope's best friend way more than Eloise Bridgerton was. Paisley practically raised Penelope pushing maids away from helping at times because she wanted to take care of her growing up.

The carriage ride was silent the whole way not a single family member talked to each other. Paisley hated being presented like she was an item to buy on the market. When it was their family turn to be presented to the queen, Paisley was the only one who acted right in front of the woman walking along side her mother while her sisters were in front. She's had plenty of practice acting doing it for the past seven-ish years.

The queen didn't care much for them but Paisley always caught her eye. She didn't understand how such a beautiful woman didn't have a husband yet. Queen Charlotte stands up walking out of her way over to Paisley raising her chin, "Flawless and beautiful as always, my dear." She goes to sit back down to motion them to them step aside.

Before they could even walk off Prudence faints from her corset being too tight. "She's not used to it being so tight." Paisley tells her mother, who just gives her a mean look.

Heading in the way out back to the carriages Paisley feels a tap on her shoulder causing her to turn around to see Benedict Bridgerton with a smile on his face.

"You please the Queen once again." He says making Paisley laugh, "I'm not surprised as always."

"Oh, quit being a gentleman Benedict. It's so tiring." Paisley rolls her eyes.

"I can't be a good friend by giving you a compliment?" He laughs while she just looks at him.

"No, you can but I find that sometimes it's unnecessary." She continues to walk with him following behind, "For example, just a few seconds ago." She looks back with a smile.

"I don't think it was unnecessary."

Paisley sighs stopping to face him with smile, "You're a man... And men don't think." Before Benedict could respond her Mama called for her to hurry up, "Goodbye Benedict."

Back at the Featherington house their mother rants about Lady Whistledown probably being Violet Bridgenton. Paisley looks over at her younger sister reading her book, who glances over at her as well. Paisley was the only person who knew Penelope was Lady Whistledown because she came across her writing one day secretly then called her out on what she saw the next day put out. It was one of their many secrets they kept to themselves.

Hearing their mother talk about how many ladies she has under her care so Penelope gets up saying she could sit this season out but their mama says no.

"What she is, is two stones heavier than she ought to be." Prudence says causing Paisley to look over at her.

"Mm, those blemishes on her face are quite difficult to conceal. Ooo, perhaps some arsenic and lead might help." Philippa adds.

"What you two should do is keep quiet." Paisley speaks up, "Prudence, you need to work on your smile. Philippa, work on not sounding so annoying with your voice."

"Paisley!" Their mother turns to look at her going through the cards of men.

"They were rude first." She gets up leaving the room to go to her own and on the way passes the cousin that was staying with them. Paisley greets her before continuing on her way.

For the ball at Danbury House, Paisley wanted the night to fly by. It was just going to be the same as always. A rotating door of men having her constantly dance all night flirting with her but in the end disappoint her not catching her interest.

"Why don't you be bold and ask him for a dance?" Paisley bends down to Penelope's level as she watches Colin dance.

"Are you out of your mind?" Penelope looks at her with wide eyes.

"Sorry, I forget you're only confident as LW." Paisley giggles, "I'm off for a drink."

As she was getting herself a drink, Benedict catches sight of her in the distance, "Excuse me, I'll be right back." He tells Colin, who was standing with him.

Colin shakes his head at his brother watching him make his way over to Paisley. To him he felt that Benedict had a secret crush on her but was too scared to admit or just didn't know it yet.

"A lady like you shouldn't be getting her own drink." Benedict states causing Paisley to roll her eyes at him.

"I don't need a man to get me a drink when I'm very capable of doing it myself, Mr. Bridgerton." She gives his a polite smile.

"You really don't want a husband do you?" He laughs.

"You know me so well. That's one of the reasons why me and your sister, Eloise, get along so well."

"She says she inspires to be like you. An independent woman who doesn't care what others think about her. Not afraid to be herself and show off how smart she is as well." He lets her know.

"I must thank her next time I see her then for saying such things about me." Paisley looks around and sees a few other gentleman looking her way at times. "Hopefully no one will come bugging me tonight. I don't feel like dancing acting like I'm interested in what they have to say. It's always the same ones trying every season." Paisley laughs looking back at Benedict, "You would think they would give up but no."

"You're such a strange woman, Paisley. I know how your mama is so how did you stray off from what you were taught?" He asks her.

"I learn other things and I know my worth. I know I could be something bigger than just some man's wife and give him children. Yes, I want to be a mother someday but I want to be a mother who truly loves her husband. I want a special bond with them, Benedict. My mama and papa don't entirely love each other. I want what I your mama had with your father. The way she talks about him and how much they loved each other. The friends to lovers."

"And how are you supposed to have that if you don't give anyone the time of the day to show you?" He asks making her sigh.

"I can read all these men like a book, Bridgerton. I know exactly what they want from me, and none of them want to start a friendship first." She explains walking off from him leaving him alone.

He knew she was right about the fact everything she just told him. He's had many men ask him all kinds of questions about her since they knew how they were good friends. Not a single one really cared about how she was or what she liked to do. It was always about how well does she follow instructions, how seductive she was, asked him if he knew any dirty secrets about her. The most common was has he ever seen anything that he could describe to them about how she looked in less clothing.

"No luck brother?" Colin joins his side.

"What?"

"She didn't want to dance with you?" Colin chuckles.

"I didn't ask her to dance Colin. I was asking why was she getting herself a drink."

"Why ask when you already knew the answer to that? We both know how she has no desire to be here or find a husband. She's ranted to me many of times in the past couple of days when she was over." Colin says looking over at Paisley looking bored as a gentleman man was now talking to her. "I feel bad for her deep down. Just look at her. Poor girl needs saving."

Paisley stares at the man, that was a good amount of years older than her, talking about himself non stop. She would just smile nodding her head not really listening to what he was saying. She would just tune him out and pay attention to the music that was being played.

"Don't you say?" He asks causing her to hum.

"I'm deeply sorry, what did you say?" She asks kindly.

"That the thought of double digits for children sounds ideal for a happy family. I come from a family of fourteen all close in age." He repeats.

She couldn't help but choke on her spit, "Excuse me, I need a drink." She tells him.

"I'll get it for you, Miss Featherington."

"No, please. I can get it myself Lord Albrecht." She smiles then walks away picking up speed to get away faster.

"Miss Featherington," Paisley hears as she walks by someone so she stops to face them.

"Oh, Lady Danbury. It's lovely to see you." Paisley bows to her as Benedict stood next to her with a drink since they had just been chatting.

"Don't you look lovely this evening. Will I not be seeing you on the dance floor once again?" She asks her.

"Oh, you will Lady Danbury." Benedict smiles finishing his glass as Paisley looks at him confused.

"I will?" Both ladies say at the same time.

"Yes. Miss Featherington, shall we?" He takes Paisley's hand into his leading her to the dance floor.

"What are you doing?" She asks as he makes her start to dance with him.

"Saving your butt, that's what I'm doing. You know she'll ask you why once again and I saw Lord Augustus eyeing you while chatting with friends. It looks like he was going to walk over to you with a creepy look on his face." He lets her know so she glances over at him and he looked annoyed.

"He is always creepy when he talks to me. I hate being alone with him."

"Exactly why I asked you to dance." He tells her.

"Technically you didn't really ask if you dragged me out here." She corrects him.

"Do you want me to stop and tell him he can take his turn with you?" He smiles looking down at her as they kept dancing.

"I'll kill you Bridgerton."

"You would never do such a thing because you love me and would die without me." He laughs and makes her giggle as well, "I saw Lord Albrecht chatting with you."

"Oh yes, he was saying how he wants children in the double digits. How he comes from a family of fourteen, all close in age." She lets him know.

"I get I come from quite a large family but it's not that large. I couldn't imagine that many children. And the poor women never getting a break from being pregnant."

"How many do you want?" Paisley asks him.

"Never really thought about it. Like you, I know I want children one day but it's not a main priority of mine at the moment." He tells her the truth.

"Obviously since you're 26 and still not married or engaged. You're not even looking since you hate going to social events. You and Anthony both don't seem to care really." Paisley points out.

"Excuse me, but you're the oldest daughter turning down every proposal she's gotten since becoming of age." He says causing them to stop dancing.

"And you are the second oldest son, who has a couple of years on me, who hasn't even tried finding someone." She stares him in the eyes, "It's unfair. You and every man can get away with it, but us women can't because that's all we're taught to do." She huffs, "Goodnight Bridgerton." She leaves him.

[artiststarme]

Sunflowers

You know, it's kind of concerning that it's easier for me to write angst and heartache than it is to write happy fluff. Oh well, I hope you enjoy it and please leave your thoughts in the comments! Thank you to @doubleb11, @nburkhardt, and @carlyv for the prompt ideas!

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Eddie was in over his head. He’d dreamed of dating Steve, of taking him out on dates and being the perfect boyfriend. The problem was, he was all talk. He had no experience with dating and Steve was blowing him out of the water. 

Because Steve was the perfect boyfriend and Eddie didn’t know how to handle it. With every whispered flirt or door held open or any other small act of chivalry, all Eddie could do was blush a deep scarlet and pull a chunk of hair in front of his face. Last week, Eddie had choked on his beer because Steve told him he looked handsome under the starlight. Two days ago, Steve came to his set at The Hideout and gave him a thumbs up which caused Eddie to very nearly mess up his lines and fall off the stage. And when Steve picked him up today, he brought both he and Wayne homemade breakfast sandwiches and a thermos of coffee. 

How the hell was this guy so good at being a good boyfriend?! Literally, they’re sitting at a picnic at that very moment in a valley in the woods, surrounded by sunflowers, and Steve kept flustering him. Eddie’s face was going to be stained permanently red if he kept blushing like this. 

“You look really cute today. I love your Metal guy shirt, it really brings out the softness of your hair.”

Now what the fuck was he supposed to say to that? Steve wasn’t even trying and Eddie could feel his face heating up just from the small comment. He had to one up this guy and fast.  

“Um, first of all, it’s Metallica. I know you can read that from there. Also, I don’t know why my hair looks soft. I used the same two-in-one I always do.”

Steve’s face does something complicated, a mix between scandal and constipation. Eddie could tell he was holding himself back from saying something. Oh shit, he said the wrong thing. Flirt Eddie, flirt!

“You look really hot with the sun hitting you like that. And the yellow flowers remind me of your sweater at Lover’s Lake. Very hot. I’m literally sweltering just thinking about it.”

Steve blushed and looked up at Eddie through his eyes. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah! 

Eddie had his opportunity. When Steve blushed down to his neck and looked down at the ground with a soft smile on his face, Eddie plucked the nearest sunflower to them and moved to kneel on one knee in front of him. 

“Stevie, my baby, my love, the paladin of my dreams. Would you do me the sacred honor of accepting this sunflower that displays the affections I hold for you?” Eddie waited with bated breath. They’d only been officially dating for like a month and this was essentially a half-assed proposal. Nice going you dipshit, you’re going to scare him off-

Steve’s shy smile turned into a beaming grin and he yanked Eddie into a bruising kiss. “I’d love to, Eddie! Give me the flower. Did you know sunflowers are my favorite?”

Eddie smiled as he tucked the flower behind Steve’s left ear, brushing his fingers against his cheek as he did. “Of course I did, sweetheart. They’re sunny just like you. And might I say, you look beautiful.”

Steve couldn’t do much in the face of his compliment but smile adoringly and pull him in for another kiss. 

Eddie might not believe himself to be a good boyfriend because he would never be able to match Steve’s flawless charms. However, Steve couldn’t imagine how he got so lucky as to have such a pretty and kind metalhead boyfriend that gave him his favorite flowers and called him beautiful. Eddie was the smoothest person there was and he could never measure up to it. They might both question how much they deserved each other but they had a lifetime to prove it.

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[plussizefantasia]

hey lovely. i was hoping you could write me a story thing on carlisle cullen where he is the readers doctor and plus sized but she is insecure as hell and gets laughed at by some people in the waiting room at the dr office and she gets really insecure. and he makes it better some how? It would mean alot. thank you! please!

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x F!PlusSize!reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: insecure reader, fatphobia, people being assholes, takes place in a hospital

A/N: I totally used this as a way to procrastinate all the work I had to do this weekend and I’m just now realizing that I kind of misread the request, oops! I think this is pretty great though, not gonna lie. Once again, comments are appreciated!

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You didn’t often visit Carlisle at work, but occasionally, and most importantly when you missed him you’d find the time to make it over there and have lunch with him. Not that he’d be eating. This day was no different, despite the fact that you had woken up with him by your side and it had only been a few hours, you missed him terribly. Thus, you had made plans with your boss to take a longer lunch break than normal and picked up a sandwich from the diner on the way to the hospital.

Part of the reason you loved Carlise was his ability to make you feel loved, wholly and completely. He didn’t look past your size, he loved it.

“Your body just shows me the life you’ve lived darling, your softness reminds me that you are human and I love it, I love you,” He’d said when you asked him about it one time. In the moments when you couldn’t understand why he had chosen you, why he’d keep you around when you thought you’d never be able to be as smooth as his kind. They were all beautiful and flawless and you were, well, not.

Nevertheless, he loved you, his heart sang for you and when you were apart all he could think about was getting back to you. You are the other half of his soul, his mate, his one true love and he never wanted to let you go.

Taking your sandwich in a to-go box from the diner, you walked through the front doors of the Forks hospital and greeted the receptionist on duty.

“Hey Sandy, how are you doing this fine day?” 

“Just peachy hon, and you?” She looked up from the computer screen and smiled at you.

“Doing good, came to have lunch with Carlisle, is he available?” 

“I think so, I’ll page him and let him know you’re here, you can take a seat until he gets here.” She said cheerily.

Your stomach dropped, you didn’t really feel like sitting in the waiting room with all these people. You’d never really felt welcomed in hospitals, you had really avoided them until Carlisle had come into your life. Doctors would take one look at you and decide that whatever problem you were experiencing could be solved with weight loss. 

Taking a deep breath, you move to sit in one of the only open chairs left. It seems as though everyone in Forks was in the hospital today. As you sit you begin to look around, clocking the mother and daughter duo in the corner of the room. They continue to talk in whispers to one another and taking not at all subtle looks in your direction. You try your best to tune them out, you really do but when the younger of the duo burst out laughing at something her mother said while staring at you, you can’t help but feel the sudden urge to flee.  While you were still contemplating if you could simply text Carlisle that there was a work emergency and run away, he turned the corner.

He seemed to be in a good mood, when he came into your view he had a smile on his face and you watched as whatever tension he was holding in his shoulder bled out when he set his sight on you. You jumped up and walked as quickly as you could over to him, trying to not seem too eager to leave the room full of people.

“How are you my love?” he asked.

“I’m okay, really looking forward to this sandwich and some time alone with my handsome lover.” You cheekily replied

“Well then, I better not keep you waiting.” He took the bag with the sandwich from your hand and placed his other hand on your lower back. 

As he led you through, the well-lit halls towards his office, you let your mind wander. It isn’t often that people are that obvious about their distaste when it comes to your figure. And no matter how much Carlisle and his family ensured you that they thought you were beautiful, all it took was a mean look and some whispered comments to bring you all the way back to square one. Why were people so cruel? Why did other women tear each other down? Why were you letting this get to you? Question after question rattled around in your brain and you completely zoned out of your surroundings. You didn’t notice when tears started to leak from your eyes, or the concerned look that Carlsie threw your way when he heard your heartbeat pick up. 

Carlisle hates when you cry, he can’t stand you seeing upset. Your heart is one of the only things that matter to him and when it’s in pain, so is he. He didn’t know why you started crying but if had his choice, another tear would never cross your eyelid. 

You seemed to jump back into existence when he gently pushed you down on the couch he had in his office. He placed his icy hand on your cheek and lifted your eyes to meet his.

“What’s wrong? Why is your heart in pain?” he asked so gently as if you would break if he pushed too hard. 

And break you did, with his concerned tone, tears began to flow faster out of your eyes and down the apples of your cheeks leaving trails in their wake.

In one swift move, he took your place on the couch and cradled your shaking frame in his arms. He pulled you in close to his chest and began whispering sweet nothings into your ear. It's okay. Everything is going to be okay. Just breathe pretty girl, deep breaths. That’s it, you’re doing so well. You had no idea how long this went on for, but eventually, your cries reduced to sniffles and your breathing evened out. Where there was once melancholy, now there was only exhaustion.

“What happened love?” Carlisle asked. You shook your head but answered him anyway.

“There were two girls in the waiting room, a mother and daughter I think. They wouldn’t stop staring at me and whispering things. They started laughing and I don’t know I guess it was just too much. I felt so small and so huge at the same time.” You let it all out, and as you recalled what happened, the weight on your chest lessened. You took a deep breathe, “I know that I shouldn’t feel this way and that you think I’m beautiful it just-”

“Darling, you’re allowed to feel however you want. There is no should or shouldn’t. Yes, I think you're the most gorgeous woman on the planet but that doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to have insecurities, it just means that I’ll have to do my best to remind you just how amazing you really are.” Carlisle cut you off resolutely. His arms tightened their hold on you, “I have eternity to show you just how wonderful you are, eventually it will get easier I promise darling.”

“I just don’t understand why people have to be so cruel.” You responded.

“I don’t know love, but you didn’t deserve to be treated like that. You don’t have a mean bone in your body. I tell you what, why don’t you eat your lunch while you do that I’ll retell you the story of the moment I knew you were going to be mine, how does that sound?”

“It sounds wonderful Carlsise, you always know just how to make me feel better.”

For the next hour, Carlisle reminded you of the moment he fell for you when you had walked into the hospital for a check-up. He could tell you were nervous, but you still gave every one of the staff a smile. He had been blown away by your beauty and continued to be blown away by you every day he got to spend with you. 

One thing was for sure, you would spend the rest of eternity listening to Carlise tell you all of the things he loved about you. And you would spend even longer telling him all the reasons you loved him right back.

[cerealmonster15]

Kalim and the Great Relationship Rescue [Twst] [Kalisil + Jamiazu]

Chapter: 4/? [Start ch1 here!]

[Ao3 Link]

Chapter Word Count: 3918

Chapter Summary: Kalim and the other second years put their heads together, and Silver gets some... Advice?

[See Ao3 for additional notes and tags!]

The perfect time to plan a party in secret from two specific guests was, in fact, when said two guests were conveniently still being held after class on cleanup duty. Time was not to be wasted, and soon enough, Kalim herded his fellow second years into his bedroom where they could brainstorm. Riddle took it upon himself to take notes for the meeting the moment they arrived - something that Floyd and Ruggie chose to tease him for immediately. Of course.

“Hey, why do you gotta be so serious ‘n formal about party planning?” Floyd asked as he made himself comfortable and flopped down stomach-first onto Kalim’s bed. “We’re literally just gonna hang out, right?”

“Are you seriously asking me that?” Riddle huffed, using all of his willpower to prevent himself from immediately exploding on the spot the very second Floyd started talking to him. He took a deep breath, and sat down on one of the floor cushions. “We at Heartslabyul are known for our traditionally held unbirthday parties. Obviously it is my duty to make sure this one gets planned thoughtfully and efficiently!”

Ruggie snickered and dropped onto a pillow beside Riddle, grinning up at Floyd. “Didja you really expect anything less from Mister Hard Worker over here?”

Kalim landed beside Floyd on the bed. “Thanks, Riddle! I’ve never been super great at taking notes… Oh, but having the two of us team up with our party planning experiences for Heartslabyul and Scarabia is sure to make this party perfect!”

Jade smiled and chose to sit on Riddle’s other side, leaning over to peer at his notebook. “Ah, yes. Flawless, I’m sure.”

Riddle narrowed his eyes at Jade, but made no comment. For now.

Silver found another unoccupied seating pillow and quietly joined in on the little circle that was forming on the floor near Kalim’s bed.

“So, anyway, what kind of party are we talking, here?” Ruggie asked. “And more importantly, what kind of food are you gonna have?”

“Oh, well, usually Jamil makes the food for our parties at Scarabia…” Kalim responded. “I don’t think we can ask him to cook for his own food, can we?”

“Definitely not,” Riddle said with a sigh and a shake of his head.

Ruggie snickered again. “Hey, that’s nothing our helpful Heartslabyul team can’t handle, right? You’re all so good at making party food with Trey Clover on your side.”

“Excuse m- Now just when did I agree to have my boys take up all of the cooking labor?” Riddle scowled at Ruggie’s scheming grin. “Trey and the others already have their hands full with upcoming unbirthday parties. Just what sort of leader do you take me for that I’d overload them with excess work for someone else’s party?”

“Aw, c���mon! What better way to cheer up a couple of heartachers than some good old-fashioned pastries?”

Even Riddle couldn't deny the apparent emotional healing properties of a good pastry baked by one of his very best friends, but he wasn’t going to just offer up Trey’s labor willy-nilly!

“No, no, that’s alright!” Kalim said, sitting up and shaking his head. He still had to keep his promise to Jamil when it came to food, after all. “Actually, maybe we could all make the food together? Like you and I did that one time for that one party, remember, Ruggie?”

Ruggie sighed. “I was kinda hoping for more of a free lunch…” he mumbled, earning him another frown from Riddle beside him. 

“...I’ll write down a few options to consider,” Riddle sighed, “and we’ll come back to that matter later. I’d say we have some more important matters to address before we even begin planning food, anyway.”

“Decorations?” Kalim asked. “Ooh, good point! Do you think they’d like it if we-?”

“No,” Riddle cut him off sternly, “not decorations, not food, not music- before we handle ANY of that, we need to be sure that a party is even going to happen in the first place. To which I mean more plainly: How can you be so sure that Jamil and Azul would AGREE to come to a party when the other is present as well?”

The room went quiet. That really was the million dollar question, wasn’t it? They could try to conveniently leave out the details of each boy’s ex-boyfriend being a key invitee to the party, but with Kalim’s honesty and earnestness at the front of this operation, there was no way such a plan would last long. After all, this was NRC they were talking about. People barely got along with their friends that they hung out with on purpose!

Just as they started to wonder if perhaps the plan was dead before it could begin, Jade spoke up.

“Might I offer a suggestion?” He asked, pointy teeth seeming exceptionally prominent as he smiled at the group.

Floyd caught Jade’s eye and snickered, no doubt expecting a nefarious plot or perhaps a scheme of some sort to come from his brother. 

“Sure!” Kalim responded. “What are you thinking, Jade?”

“Oh, don’t worry yourself with the details,” Jade said, “just make sure you take Jamil out on a little nature walk with you tomorrow morning. I will send you the location information.”

…

“...Is that it?” Riddle asked, scowl reforming on his face. “What happens when they arrive?”

“Do not worry about it.”

“I am already worrying about it, Jade.”

“I’m not worried,” Kalim piped up with his ever-eager smile. “I trust you must have something really solid planned if that’s all you need from me, Jade!”

Jade nodded. “Yes, exactly. I will handle everything from there, in regards to both Jamil and Azul.”

“Perhaps you could stand to worry a little more, Kalim!” Riddle protested, only to be cut off by Ruggie’s laughter.

“Hey, I mean, it doesn’t sound like any of the rest of us have any bright ideas, right?” He said, leaning his arm onto Riddle’s shoulder. “Besides, I kinda wanna see where he goes with it. I mean, no one knows Azul better than the twins, yeah? Best to let just let Jade navigate these ticking timebombs if we don't want a repeat of today’s lab incident.”

Riddle was NOT convinced that either of the twins would actually ever be helpful on purpose, but since Ruggie had a point that neither he nor anyone else had better plans, he relented. For now.

“Would you like any help?” Silver asked.

“Oh, my,” Jade turned his gaze towards Silver. “I’d nearly forgotten you were here, Silver. You’ve been so quiet. Have you been brainstorming this entire time?”

Silver glanced at the floor, then back up at Jade. “I’ve been trying to think up additional solutions, but I’m afraid I haven’t thought of anything very useful. I feel bad for not contributing, though, so please allow me to offer whatever help I can give to your plan.”

Jade’s grin widened. “Yes, that would actually be perfect. Another party besides myself would make everything less suspicious- I mean, create a much needed friendly atmosphere. I’ll send you the details as well.”

 Silver felt a surprising sense of relief from Jade’s agreement to let him help, but couldn’t quite place the origin of the feeling. He decided not to question it, however, as they still had the rest of the party to plan.

Jade’s vague and ominous plotting aside, the rest of the afternoon was spent with what Kalim deemed the “fun” parts of party planning. They all discussed food, music, games, location, decorations… There was plenty of arguing during this part of the planning stage, which surely meant for a lively upcoming event. 

“Man, I gotta say,” Ruggie flopped down onto his back while the group continued their discussions. “It’s kinda nuts how much Azul and Jamil have 180ed- again. First they hate each other, then they're all over each other, now they hate each other again? Like, c’mon- make up your minds already!”

“Hehe, yeah,” Floyd chimed in. “Sea Snakey used to complain aaaaalll the time ‘bout Azul anytime someone brought him up during basketball practice. Then suddenly they came home from that Fleur City trip all hand-holdy. I mean, Sea Snakey still complained about him, but sometimes he’d smile all dumb about it when he thought no one was lookin’.”

“Mm, yes, it was rather surprising,” Jade added. “Unfortunately, Azul decided he did not wish to share the details with neither Floyd nor with me, so it has remained a mystery as to how those two came together, seeing as we  were not so lucky as to attend the trip with you all.”

“Which is crazy, considerin’ how much Azul loves to brag,” Floyd added.

Kalim let out a loud and dramatic sigh. “Same here! Jamil didn’t wanna give me ANY details about him and Azul, and I had SO many questions!”

This earned a snicker out of Ruggie. “Well, lucky for you three that the rest of us were around during that one magical weekend where our couple of honor finally came together.”

Kalim’s eyes lit up. “Wait, really!? You saw what happened?” He looked from Ruggie, to Riddle, then to Silver. “Please, you’ve gotta tell us everything! Jamil’s too shy, and it could be good information to help us get them back together if we know how it worked the first time!”

Okay, maybe Kalim just really REALLY wanted to know the gossip, but who could really blame him? Certainly not the twins, who were equally if not more nosy about the situation.

“Oh, yes, do tell,” Jade said, unable to conceal the devilishly intrigued look on his face. Not that he was really trying to hide it, anyway.

“Hmm,” Silver mumbled, deep in thought as he furrowed his brows ever so slightly and concentrated hard on trying to remember the events of the masquerade weekend trip. “Well, they did dance together quite a bit during the festivities, and again during the final ball.”

“MULTIPLE times?!” Kalim exclaimed. “Jamil only told me they danced together, but he was so vague about when, or where, or how!”

“Oh, I can say for sure that they were DEFINITELY together by the end of the final ball,” Ruggie chimed in, a grin forming on his face yet again and sat back up and nudged Riddle beside him with his elbow. “You remember, don’tcha, Riddle?”

Riddle’s face turned bright red, and he turned away from Ruggie’s teasing. “H-Hardly!”

“Oooh, Goldfishy’s all red!” Floyd locked in on Riddle Teasing Time, turning to flash a grin at him. “Spill the beans!”

“Well, we all had to share rooms when we got there,” Ruggie continued, despite Riddle’s looks of protest. “I was roomin’ with Jamil, and Riddle here shared a room with Azul. When things were winding down during the big party, Riddle and I were gonna go back to the rooms for a bit, and wouldn’t you guess who we walked in on-”

“Ruggie!” Riddle screeched. “That’s enough!”

“Oh,” Silver said, “So that’s where they went. I noticed I hadn’t seen them for a while near the end of the dance.”

“Oooh, Goldfishy and Suckerfish walked in on something exciting?”

“My, my…” Jade once again made no attempts to hide his grin, “how very scandalous of you both.”

“Wh- I-” Riddle sputtered.  “They were only kissing! Just what kind of person do you take me for?!”

Floyd fell backwards onto the bed in a fit of laughter. 

“Aww,” Kalim smiled, “that’s so sweet!”

Silver nodded in agreement.

Ruggie snickered again. “Yeah, we figured it would be easier if we just swapped roomies for the rest of the night. Had to give those new lovebirds their privacy, y’know?”

“That’s rather touching,” Jade said, locking his gaze onto the very flustered Riddle beside him. “However, I just can’t help but wonder… What were the two of you doing back at the rooms so early, together?”

Riddle immediately stood up before anyone else could interject, his face now a vibrant shade of scarlet. “THIS PLANNING SESSION HAS ENDED! WE ARE DONE HERE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!”

-

Silver made his way back to Diasomnia once he and his fellow second years cleared out of Kalim’s room, the party planning having come to its abrupt end. He was glad that all their friends could come together and find a solution - more or less - for their party problem, but he couldn’t shake that nagging feeling that still lingered in the back of his head. The quiet distress he’d felt as he struggled to come up with any helpful plan to get Jamil and Azul to agree to the party, along with the relief he felt after Jade accepted Silver’s offer to help with his plan… They had to mean something, but Silver couldn’t quite place the reason for such feelings. 

Thankfully, Sebek was there to knock Silver’s train of thought back into place with the sound of his booming voice.

“SILVER!” He shouted, “You’re nearly late for our scheduled practice time!”

“Don’t yell inside, Sebek,” Silver said, unfazed by Sebek’s boisterous and sudden appearance. “I just got caught up with something with the others at Kalim’s. I’m here, so we can get started.”

“Hmph! A moment longer and I would’ve gone and hunted you down myself!”

The two headed outside and approached their regular training space. After a few minutes of warm up stretches, they readied their swords and got into their sparring stances.

“Look alive, Silver!” Sebek shouted yet again. “For I intend to best you at every match today!”

“Do your best, Sebek,” Silver responded. “I don’t intend to hold back, either.”

3… 2… 1…

Their swords clanged together in an instant, and the two locked their focus on their opponent in front of them. For a few moments, they were silent, the only sounds coming from either of them being the clashing of metal and heavy breathing. They were focused, steady, in sync…

Until they weren’t. Mere moments later, Silver’s sword clattered to the ground after a swift blow from Sebek.

Sebek did not look pleased by this victory.

“SILVER!” He shouted yet again. “WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!”

Silver blinked, caught off guard by his own slip up. “...Oh, sorry,” he said, bending down to retrieve his sword. “Let’s start again-” “No!” Sebek knocked Silver’s sword back onto the ground before Silver could get a firm grasp on it. “See?! You dropped it too easily- Again! What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you not putting forth your best effort for this sparring match - like you should be EVERY time? Do you think that just because you are EVER SO SLIGHTLY older than me that you can get away with PATRONIZING me?!”

“Sebek, calm down,” Silver stood up and sighed. “I suppose I wasn’t focused.”

“Well,” Sebek huffed, “why NOT?!”

Silver paused.

“...I don’t know.”

…

…

…

“ARE YOU MESSING WITH ME RIGHT NOW?!”

Silver sheathed his sword and shook his head. “No, Sebek... I just haven’t really thought about it until now. I didn’t realize I was distracted until my sword hit the ground.”

“Well, out with it, then!” Sebek demanded. “What is it that could be distracting you SO MUCH that you can’t focus on our training?! I would say that it better be important, but I’ll have you know that NOTHING is more important than proper training as a guard for Lord Malleus, so I don’t even know if this is worth asking about in the first place!”

Regardless of how uninviting that statement from Sebek was, Silver continued. “I was thinking about Kalim. He’s been stressed lately, and it’s really not like him.”

“Kalim? As in, Scarabia’s housewarden, Kalim?” Sebek took a temporary break from scowling to put on a more puzzled expression. “He does not seem like the sort to be troubled by most things in life… Wait, you’re not fabricating lies just to excuse your sloppy swordsmanship, are you!?”

The scowl was back as quickly as it had gone.

“I’m not making anything up,” Silver continued. “Kalim is worried about Jamil and Azul, and a few of us have come together to try and help them out. We’re trying to see if we can throw a party to help them get back together after their breakup.”

“Why should you waste your time on a foolishly fleeting human courtship?!” Sebek huffed. “And furthermore, now is NOT the time for you to brainstorm your silly little plans!”

“Oh, I wasn’t brainstorming just now,” Silver clarified. “I was actually only thinking about Kalim this time.”

A thought that both surprised Silver as he spoke it aloud, and infuriated Sebek even further - if such a thing was even possible at this rate.

“...WELL THEN WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING ABOUT KALIM FOR IF NOT YOUR AFOREMENTIONED DILEMMA?!”

“...I’m not sure. I just keep getting these strange feelings in the back of my mind, but I can’t figure out what they mean. It’s like… I’m worried, but I don’t know why.”

Sebek pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a loud sigh. Hearing about Silver’s personal problems with his fellow humans was NOT part of his daily training plans, but if he didn’t get this out of Silver’s head, they’d be here all day.

To speed things along, Sebek reached his hand out and smacked Silver on the back of his head.

“Wh-?”

“LISTEN UP, SILVER!”

“I was already li-”

“Whatever your reasons are, they simply CANNOT carry on in an unresolved state. I am FAR too busy as a guard of Lord Malleus to allow ANY of my training to be delayed by frivolous distractions, and you should be, too! So I suggest you figure out what it is about Kalim that is so important THIS INSTANT, so that you can then FORGET ABOUT IT and MOVE ON to MORE IMPORTANT MATTERS!”

Silver rubbed his ears. At least all of Sebek’s screaming was keeping him awake… Still, Sebek had a point. He’d helped Kalim out with stuff in the past, but normally he didn’t find those instances to continuously weigh on his subconscious, or at  least not to the same degree that they were right now. Now, something about it felt more personal, even though the issue itself was not actually about Silver…

Sebek narrowed his eyes as Silver was lost in thought yet again. “Come to think of it, you HAVE been spending a lot more time with Kalim these days, haven’t you? Even Lilia mentioned how recently, Kalim has shown up late to their music club meetings because he’s distracted spending time with YOU.”

Silver nodded slowly. “Yes… I suppose Father has mentioned that to me a few times…”

“It was certainly more than just a few times, by Lilia’s descriptions to me! Personally, I thought it was SHAMEFUL that you two would keep Lilia waiting, but he claimed he was ‘just glad to hear that Silver was branching out more,’ or something.” Sebek said with yet another indignant huff. 

“...I guess… I have been spending more time with Kalim lately.” Silver admitted. “I hadn’t realized… We would usually meet up to work on classwork, but he often insists on doing something fun together to ‘balance out’ the work time, and he always offers to help when something’s bothering me. And now that he’s having a problem, of course I want to return the favor-”

“Silver,” Sebek cut him off, suddenly looking shocked and even confused. “Your face is turning pink.”

Silver froze, eyes widening ever so slightly. He reached up and touched his cheek, surprised to find that it did in fact feel a little warm. Come to think of it, his heart rate had increased quite a bit during the conversation, despite the fact that they’d stopped swordfighting a while ago.

“Could I be getting si-”

“HAVE YOU DEVELOPED FEELINGS FOR THIS HUMAN CLASSMATE OF YOURS!?”

Sebek’s shout was so loud that several bystanders passing through on their way into the dorm looked over in their direction, startled and confused.

“...Um, well-”

“COME WITH ME RIGHT NOW!” Sebek lunged forward and took Silver by the wrist, pulling him back into the Diasomnia dorm building. They marched past more curious students, down the hallways, up the stairs, until they made it into Silver’s bedroom. 

“Listen up, Silver!” Sebek stood with his hands on his hips, gesturing for Silver to take a seat at his desk. “Whether or not I approve of your frivolous distractions in regards to matters such as ‘romantic feelings’, when you SHOULD be focused on your training as Lord Malleus’ guard, does not change the fact that you are CLEARLY already distracted beyond return. Therefore, all we can do is move forward, and for that, I am about to impart upon you the GRACIOUS wisdom that Lilia bestowed upon me back in the day!”

Silver knew better than anyone that at this rate, it was futile to try and argue with Sebek. Well, he wasn’t even sure WHAT he would have to argue about, as he was still trying to figure out the nature of his own feelings, but something about being in the presence of Sebek Zigvolt just made anyone feel like they needed to argue back. 

“Take out a piece of paper and your nearest writing utensil!” Sebek demanded, pointing at Silver’s desk. “You are going to start the courtship ritual RIGHT NOW. This way, you will focus your feelings for the month into ONE letter, which should be sufficient enough to hold you over until the next…”

Silver squinted up at Sebek as he continued to ramble. It was just as Silver suspected; Lilia must have given Sebek the same “advice” that he gave Silver back when he was around six years old on what to do if he ever fell in love. The advice was ridiculous in hindsight, of course - writing a letter to the object of your affections once a month for 25 months straight, sending a photo of yourself along with every third letter, and then meeting at the end of those 25 months at Briar Valley Central Park, only to sit on a bench together - with extra space in between, of course.

Such a joke did not seem to clear up in Sebek’s mind just yet, making him an easier, recurring target for Lilia’s pranks of similar nature. 

…Still…

“Sebek,” Silver spoke up, finally cutting off whatever the hell Sebek was still rambling on about. “You have a good point. Perhaps writing a letter to Kalim will help me figure this out.”

Sebek paused, looking partially offended at being interrupted, but also smug over the fact that Silver said he was right. “Hmph! Well, obviously the advice from Lilia would be more than helpful in your time of need. I suggest you get that first letter finished today and deliver it as soon as possible, and then focus on your training until it is time for next month’s letter! Remember - do NOT add the photograph until the THIRD letter.”

“Yes, yes, thank you. Goodbye, Sebek.”

Sebek huffed at how he was clearly being rushed out of the room, but ultimately decided he absolutely did not want to be around for any proofreading of Silver’s letter full of feelings for a human, so out the door he went.

Silver stared at the blank page before him. Now all he had to do was find the words… But what DID he want to tell Kalim? 

[swaps55]

SWAPS that horizon chapter was SO good. all of mezzo has been an amazing emotional rollercoaster and the buildup to this chapter was SO worth the wait!! i do think you're mean for leaving us with another cliffhanger though (pendergrass???? is she ok?? she's totally fine in one of those pods garrus and mordin came across right? RIGHT???)

THANK YOU!!! I have been waiting SO long to write Horizon. That scene has been stuck in my craw since 2010, and I finally have it on the page the way I want it.

Is Pendergrass ok? WE WILL FIND OUT.

And I do apologize for the cliffhanger, and to make it up to you, here is proof of life that there is indeed more written, and I just need time to get my ducks in a row for the next few chapters.

~

“Sit,” Karin says, guiding Shepard to a bed, and he does like she’d issued an order, though he kneads his fingers on his thigh plates, gaze unable to settle on any one thing. Her medical scanner is already out and running. Heartrate high. No internal bleeding. No broken bones. Electrolyte and glucose levels in flux but not at dangerous levels. She puts a hand on his shoulder. He’s so tense he might snap. “Take a deep breath.”

To his credit, he tries.

“Shepard. What happened?”

“I need to know what Cerberus put in my head. I need to know what they did.”

“Your implant is a fully functional L.5n,” she says gently. “I’ve seen the implantation procedure notes. I’ve seen the scans. Operative Lawson did flawless work.”

His voice drops to a harsh whisper. “Then what did they do to me.”

The knot in her gut tightens. “I’m afraid I need you to be more specific.”

A helpless, hopeless laugh slips from his throat. “I’m not me.”

The medbay door swishes open, with Yeoman Chambers on the other side. Like someone flipped a switch, Shepard’s spine straightens, shoulders square, his unfocused gaze snapping onto a target like a laser sight. Chambers hesitates only a moment.

“Commander. The Illusive Man is on the QEC for a debrief.”

“Tell him to go fuck himself.”

She hesitates, but holds her ground. “Sir, he insists.”

“Shepard,” Karin says in a soft voice. “He can wait.” But Shepard stares Chambers down like a hawk with a mouse pinned beneath his talon. Then he shoves off the bed and strides out of the medbay without a word.

[imagineitdearies]

Hi Imogen,

Long time lurker, first time poster. I wanted to let you know how much I've been enjoying Perfect Slaughter. I think you do such an inspiring justice to with the sheer horror of abuse, comfort of connection, characterization and extension of the source material in your writing. I've never read a fanfic quite like what you have done and you deserve so much kudos for it!!

Since you have mentioned you're a D&D nerd (same!), I'm curious about your answers to 2 questions about mechanics:

1) Have you thought about the tool or material that could be used to create the inevitable back scars 😞 ? I've noticed in your writing how much you have highlighted how flawless the spawn are once they've fully healed. All I can think of is something relating to a silvered weapon or something made out of infernal iron. I also know you probably can't fully answer this without it being spoiler-y.

2) This is more a game question, but I've had a few back and forths with my "forever DM" partner on this. Does Cazador actually die in BG3? For all my experience playing, I have admittedly never fought a vamp lord on table top. But from what I understand, there are few ways to actually kill them (I know of breaking their resting place or trapping their mist form). If Astarion comes in with a knife during a vamp's healing phase, would that kill them for good? I feel like I'm missing something here.

Anyway thank you! Apologies if you already got this ask (I'm new to using Tumblr). I'm looking forward to Ch. 23!

-MafWaff

Hi MafWaff 🥰 Always glad to meet a fellow d&d nerd!

Haha I did get your previous ask and was actually sitting down to tackle my ask inbox after a crazy week (just moved to a different state), so you have impeccable timing! Thank you so so much for your kind words, I'm endlessly ecstatic to hear that the story is being enjoyed. To answer your questions:

Yes I have thought about this! In canon, Astarion says Cazador used 'his needle' to carve the runes. I indeed have my own fancanon as to how exactly Cazador got them to be permanent and it will come up in Perfect Slaughter!

From what I understand, what Astarion does in canon without any other explanation wouldn't, in fact, kill Cazador for good by dnd law 😂 but bg3 definitely plays hard and fast with the rules when it wants to, so we're left to justify why the vampire lord doesn't just mist form back into his coffin again! Breaking/destroying their resting place, trapping their mist form for two hours, or reducing them to 0 HP while they're in sunlight or running water--ie rivers/lakes/ocean, not a bucket, of course--so they can't go into mist form at all are all viable methods for dnd. If you stake them in their resting place, they're instead incapacitated/paralyzed for a millennia until the stake rots entirely away (or some idiot un-stakes them). Others are welcome to chime in if I've missed something!

Sometimes the gaps and discrepancies between dnd lore and bg3 can be a bit frustrating (and spark some tiresome debates online, lol) but these ones have honestly been fun for me to figure out! Sort of like a puzzle I get to shape the missing pieces into 😊

Anyways, I'm excited for you guys to see what I came up with in future chapters!

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Lucifer's Magic Outing Him Chapter 3 - Angel Dust (Spider)

"It's not fair. How is your skin so goddamn flawless?" Angel Dust asked, jealous over how soft and clear it was. Not even any pores!

A small, amused laugh slipped out as Lucifer let his new friend put a face mask on him. Since the sinner had fur and couldn't fully enjoy them himself, the king thought he could indulge him. That had started a weekly pamper night for the two. It was honestly some of the most fun he's had with someone in a while that didn't require him to be around too many people and their stupid decisions that usually ended up with him stuck cleaning up the mess.

"Former Archangel and Seraphim. Plus, father wanted me to look like a little doll. So, I got all the best features. My sisters were very envious of me for it."

"I bet." Finishing applying the face mask, Angel froze at the sight of light blonde fur peeking out of the t shirt he had convinced the king to wear. "Uh.... hey, short king? Since when did ya have fur on your chest?"

"Fur?" Looking down his face, Lucifer's face went from confused to shocked and embarrassed. "Why is this happening again?!"

"Again? What- hey! Where are ya goin'?!"

The spider demon was left sitting on his bed alone. What the hell was that about? The fur and him running away? Maybe he should ask Charlie about it. Kind of reminds him about what happened a couple weeks ago with Vaggie. They never did get an explanation about it.

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"Hey Charlie, why is your dad avoidin' me?"

Looking up from whatever she was writing, the princess tilted her head at him. "Avoiding you? That's weird. You two have gotten so close. What happened before this started?"

"We were hangin' out for our weekly pamper night and I noticed that he had some blonde tuffs of fur peeking through his shirt. Sorta like mine." Taking a moment, the spider demon took a moment to try and remember if there was anything else he had noticed. "Actually... it had the same kinda marks as mine too. But when I asked about it, he said somethin' about it happenin' again and ran off."

Smiling down at her papers, Charlie tried so hard not to jump and shout with joy. She was so happy that her dad was getting close to and feeling comfortable around her friends. "Don't worry, Angel. The same thing happened with him and Vaggie. Just give him some time to adjust and you guys will be back to normal."

"Alright. If ya say so."

That did nothing to calm his thoughts though. Angel had been enjoying their time together and thought, hoped, that they had become close enough that he no longer made Lucifer uncomfortable. 

~

"Ugh... I need a drink." Coming back late to the hotel for the third night in a row, Angel all but collapsed onto one of the bar stools.

"Anothny? Are you okay?"

Sitting up straight, the sinner's head snapped over in the direction of the small king. This is the first time they've spoken in almost a week. He had missed spending time and joking with him. He especially missed how the other would use his actual name. But his thoughts came screeching to a halt at what he saw.

Lucifer was still sporting the blonde fur on his chest that had a similar heart marking in pink on it. That wasn't the only thing that had changed. He also now had fluffier looking hair and two extra pairs of arms! And don't get Angel started on the king's face. Lucifer's eyes were almost identical to his own! One sclera white with a red iris and the other a black sclera with a pink iris. Not to mention the red and pink freckle like dots along the curve of his cheek bones.

It was an odd thing to see on the fallen angel, however, it was still looked breathtaking. Angel couldn't stop from using of his many hands to fan himself. "Fuck, short king. Ya give yourself a makeover or somethin' without me?"

"This was not planned. Trust me. You know how many things I broke trying to adjust to my new arms? How do you even use these things?!"

"How about I show ya durin' our next pamper night?" As curious as he was, Angel wasn't going to push the man for answers. Not when he was finally talking to him again and they can get back to hanging out. He'd find out the reason eventually.

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the "also sick" comment isn't like "btw I'm SICK, how dare you not know" it's me saying I'm sick like how 2/3 of my roommates are

but like I'm so;;;; it feels so rich that L is like wtf do you want from me about me not replying for 45 minutes when I had to beg his gf over hours and hours of texts every so often to not force me to sit in unwiped shit after my surgery bc she had openly told me she just didn't rly feel like setting up the attachable bidet after telling me for weeks she would, and I never ever got a reply from her or L ever acknowledging that they were wide awake hanging out and laughing while I was like stuck in bed barely able to move begging for follow through on a commitment they made in advance and i eventually had to spend over $100 to hire someone to come out the next day and do it for me and I had to hold my shit for hours lmfao

like L is sooooo great at couching things in flawless tumblr wellness speak but only to talk about how valid they are for not showing up for you and how fucked up it is that you MIGHT ever have a moment where you can't be 100% there w them. like idk what to tell you I've been laying in bed with a sore throat and cough and fever passing out and waking up to roll over in buckets of sweat like the rest of the house. I do genuinely get being annoyed by a lack of response but it's also right back to this whole thing about Always assuming I'm mad at them which is legit one of the only things that actually makes me mad fjdkddhk like bro I do not THINK about you when you're not acting like I'm a bomb about to blow (also, as an aside -- we all take turns buying TP and it's usually me who does it like it's not out of pocket for me to say hey you are the One person who is out of the house already rn, can you get this on your way bc None of the bathrooms have back up rolls and one is totally out and I had to text our sickest roommate telling her to use the bidet and drip dry like.... "am I the first person you asked" yes bc you are the person who makes the most sense dumbfuck. I'm not being "overly needy" toward you or whatever jfc)

they literally told me at one point that the reason they're so scared of me is that my face is "triggering" for them when I'm angry or not feeling good and puts them "back in a really bad place" they have seen my face angry literally 3 times and each time it was on my way back to my room to decompress and each time I said nothing to them other than that I was in a bad mood and I was going to go to my room. I didn't yell either I just said it normal. like I genuinely feel gaslit here like I'm this horrifying monster of a man when it's like dude sometimes people are mad I don't know what YOU want from ME!! I do all my venting here where they can't ever see it even tho we've blocked each other, I censor their name like anyone even knows who they are, I isolate to chill out and it's literally been less than a handful of times like should I fling myself from the roof??????? would that fix it???

I literally know it's bc I'm a man too. none of this was like this until my facial hair came in more and it got crazy worse after I got top surgery and they're so so vocal about how much they despise men and think men should all fuck off and die and there's only a handful of acceptable men that they've personally vetted. despite them pretty clearly having a trans woman fetish bc they only date or look at porn of trans women and they do the whole step on me mommy thing about it even tho their gf has complained like. lmfao you're just a baby te//rf even tho you ID as trans masc yourself. like that's all this even is. I'm a big (5'3") scary (spent the whole weekend w my coworkers asking if I was 12) man who's obviously going to snap and kill you all bc sometimes I *checks writing on hand* get frustrated and go lay down about it